hello it's MP, formerly @girlgroupshots, just doing a little intro write up for anyone who clicks on this blog. this blog is for posting girl group fanfics, most of them probably smut, and most of them being idol x male reader. content is 18+, minors dni.
i'm pretty chill and easy going, i'll be posting here as the muse strikes. currently not accepting any fic requests.
FAVORITE GROUPS/IDOLS TO WRITE FOR:
twice, red velvet, fromis_9, blackpink, jeon somi, le sserafim, itzy, aespa, snsd, some miscellaneous others that i'm probably forgetting.
LINKS
AFF - i don't post as frequently there but i do more chaptered series attempts when i do.
@girlgroupshots - old tumblr sideblog where you can find my prior works.
AO3 - currently in the process of moving to a new ao3 acct.
CURRENT DRAFTS / WIP as of 01/06/24:
one-shot featuring NingNing of Aespa
next chapter of the Producer series ✅
sequel to Going Away Present ✅
one-shot featuring Kiss of Life Natty & Julie
DISCLAIMER: all the fics shared on this blog are obviously fiction and don't represent any real situations or individuals. this is all for fun fiction writing, don't be a weirdo.
pairing: Karina (Aespa) x Male Reader
summary: just a quickie that was originally inspired by the airport photos when they first dropped, nothing crazy.
tags: public/semi-public blowjobs
word count: 2k
“Attention, passengers! We are now boarding flight 452 to Seoul. We kindly ask all passengers with priority boarding to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding passes ready and enjoy your flight. Thank you!”
"Isn't that your flight?" you asked.
The hand that was pulling you towards the bathrooms didn't stop. Instead she threw you a reassuring look over her shoulder. The sparkle in her eye behind her rimmed glasses suggested that she was no stranger to sneaking off.
"It'll be fine. Besides, I have Aeri to cover for me."
You weave your way through the airport unimpeded. A few people do a double take, as if to confirm that Karina from Aespa had just hurried past them, but by the time they had realized it, the two of you were already gone.
You briefly wondered how much Aeri knew about this but you had little time to linger on the thought. Before you knew it you were being shoved into a bathroom stall with the door locked as Karina joined you.
"Are we really doing this?" you asked, feeling just a bit paranoid.
"And wait until we get back to Seoul? I don't know when I'll have free time again," Karina reminded you, her hands already moving to your belt buckle.
"You've got a point there..."
"Plus, it's exciting right?" she smiled up at you, her nose brushing against yours. Sometimes you forgot how both goofy and filthy Karina could be at the same time. Though, if you needed a reminder it came in the form of her fingers curling around your cock. She gave you a few testing pumps.
"I think you've got your answer," you joked.
Her smile widened as she finished shoving down your pants and boxers.
"We have to be quick," she said.
"I thought you said you had time?"
"Are you questioning me wanting to suck your cock sooner?"
"Well, when you put it like that I sound silly..."
She smiled as she leaned up on her tiptoes, pressing a brief kiss to your lips.
"I like silly. Just try not to get too loud."
Karina’s hands left your waist for a moment, and you watched as she grabbed a handful of tissue paper from the dispenser. She knelt down, spreading the paper carefully on the floor like she was preparing a makeshift altar.
The fluorescent light above flickered slightly, casting a faint buzz that mingled with the hum of the airport outside. You could hear the distant echo of boarding announcements, the muffled chatter of passengers, and the occasional squeak of rolling luggage. But here, in this cramped stall, the world felt impossibly small—just you and her.
“This is crazy you know that?” you whispered.
Karina glanced up at you, her lips curling into that mischievous smile you knew so well. “Do you want me to stop?” Her fingers trailed up your thighs, teasing, as if daring you to say yes.
You didn’t.
Instead, you let out a shaky breath as she settled onto her knees, the tissue paper crinkling softly beneath her. Her hands found your hips, steadying you, and you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. It sent a shiver up your spine, one that made you grip the sides of the stall for balance.
“Someone’s anxious,” Karina said, her voice low and playful.
“Trying not to think about how many people are right outside,” you admitted.
Karina’s fingers curled around your shaft, giving it a light stroke, “Don’t think about them. Just think about me.”
And then her mouth was on you, warm and wet and perfect. Your head tipped back instinctively, hitting the stall door with a soft thud. You bit down on your lip to stifle a groan. Her tongue swirled around your cock, teasing and tasting, while her hands gripped your thighs to keep you steady.
“Karina—” Her name came out as more of a gasp than a word.
She pulled back just enough to look up at you, her lips glistening. “Too much?”
You shook your head, your voice strained. “Keep going.”
Karina’s smile widened, and she leaned in again, taking your length deeper this time. Her lips trailed along your cock; the warm, wet cavern swallowing you again. Your fingers tangled in her dark hair, not to guide her, but to ground yourself as she sent pleasure down up your spine. The sounds she made—soft, satisfied hums as she bobbed her head on your cock—vibrated through you, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.
Outside, the faint sound of footsteps in the distance, and you froze, your body tensing. Karina didn’t stop. If anything, she seemed to take your hesitation as a challenge, her movements growing more deliberate, more intense.
“Relax,” her breath was hot against your exposed cock, “No one’s coming in here.”
“You don’t know that,” you hissed, though your grip on her hair tightened involuntarily.
She pulled back again, her lips brushing against your cock.
“Don’t you trust me?”
You didn’t even have to think about it. “Of course.”
“Then stop worrying.”
Her tongue flicked against the tip, and you choked back a moan.
It was as convincing an argument as any else.
Her mouth returned to your length, and this time, she didn’t hold back. The rhythm of her movements as she choked herself on your fat rod. The feel of her tongue running along the underside of your shaft every time she took you deep into her throat. The vulgar sounds of her gagging on your cock over and over again.
“God, Karina,” you breathed, your voice trembling as you looked down at her.
Her large-framed glasses were slightly askew, her dark hair falling into her face as she worked. She glanced up at you, her eyes locking with yours, and the sight of her like this—lips wrapped around you, cheeks flushed, glasses slipping down her nose—it was pure perfection.
“You look so fucking beautiful. Taking my cock so well.”
She hummed in response, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on your cock, coming off with an audible pop before she was on you again. Her hands moved to your balls, her fingers teasing and massaging as she took you deeper, her pace growing more erratic. Despite your earlier apprehension you didn’t want this to end, not yet at least.
And just when you were finally starting to let yourself go, you heard it.
Voices.
They were faint at first, muffled by the bathroom door, but they grew louder as they approached. Your body tensed, your fingers tightening in Karina’s hair, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she seemed to take your hesitation as a challenge, her movements growing more deliberate.
“Did you see them?” a woman’s voice asked, her tone excited. “I swear, I just saw Karina from aespa near the gate!”
Your heart skipped a beat, but Karina didn’t even flinch. Her tongue swirled around your cock, her fingers still playing with your balls, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from moaning.
“No way,” another voice replied, “Do you think they are on our flight?”
“I don’t know, but I hope so. Can you imagine sitting next to them?”
Karina’s eyes flicked up to yours, and you could see the mischief in them. She was enjoying this—the risk, the secrecy, the fact that they were so close yet so oblivious. Her hand moved to your thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she took you deeper, her pace quickening.
You could feel yourself unraveling. The voices outside were still talking, their conversation casual and unaware, but all you could focus on was Karina—her mouth, her hands, the way she looked at you like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.
“If only they knew,” you thought, your mind hazy with pleasure. “If only they knew how close they were to Karina right now. Their favorite idol, on her knees, looking this filthy.”
The voices began to fade as the pair moved on, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. Karina pulled off you with a soft pop, her lips glistening and her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. She looked up at you, her eyes dark and playful, and you couldn’t help but smirk.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” you accused.
She grinned, her fingers still wrapped around you, stroking slowly while her other hand adjusted her glasses. “Maybe. Can you blame me?”
“Not even a little,” you admitted, your voice cracking as her thumb brushed over the tip of your cock.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against your thigh as she spoke. “Are you close?”
You nodded, your breath hitching.
“Do you want to come all over my face?” she asked, her tone innocent, as if she were asking about the weather.
The image alone was enough to make your knees weak—her pretty face, her large glasses, her lips parted as she looked up at you, your release painting her perfect skin. But you knew you didn’t have time for the cleanup, not with the risk of someone walking in at any moment.
“I want to see you swallow it all down,” you growled, your voice rough and urgent, barely contained.
Karina’s grin widened, sharp and knowing, and she didn’t hesitate. She took you back into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet as it slid along your length, teasing before she sank deeper. Her rhythm was relentless, each stroke pulling a ragged breath from your chest. Her hands gripped your thighs, nails digging in just enough to ground you, to keep you steady as she took you deeper, faster, her movements growing desperate.
“Fuck—yes, just like that,” you hissed, your voice breaking as the pressure coiled tighter in your gut. Your fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on, as if Karina might slip away if you let go. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”
She didn’t. Karina’s eyes flicked up to yours, dark and hungry behind her glasses, which were slightly askew now, one lens fogged from the heat of her breath. The sight of her like that—messy, undone—sent a fresh surge of desire through you. Your hips jerked forward, involuntarily at first, but then you couldn’t stop. You moved with her, fucking her mouth in time with her head bobbing, each thrust driving you deeper, harder.
“That’s it—take it,” you groaned, your voice rough and uneven. “You feel so fucking good, Karina—I can’t—”
The words dissolved into a moan as she hummed around you, the vibration ripping through your body like a shockwave. Karina’s hands tightened on your thighs, urging you on, and you lost yourself in the rhythm, your hips snapping forward as she took everything you gave her.
“I’m close—so close,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “You’re going to make me—fuck—”
The tension snapped, sharp and electric, tearing through you in waves. Karina didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch, just took everything you gave her, her throat working around you as she swallowed you down.
When it was over, she stayed there for a moment, her forehead resting against your thigh, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Her glasses were nearly falling off now, crooked and smudged, and you reached down to adjust them with a shaky hand.
You slumped against the stall door, your legs trembling, and let out a shaky laugh.
“Jesus, Karina,” you muttered, your voice still unsteady. “You’re going to kill me.”
She looked up at you, her lips still glistening and her eyes bright with satisfaction.
“You love it.”
You couldn’t argue with that. There was no question you adored this woman.
After a few more moments of gathering yourself, your heartbeat still thrumming in your ears, you reached a hand down to help her to her feet.
“Come on, you’re already late for the boarding call.”
She took your hand, her fingers warm and soft against yours, and stood, brushing herself off with a casual grace that made it hard to believe what had just happened.
“You owe me one now,” she teased as she leaned up to press a kiss to your lips. The kiss was brief and you could taste yourself on her—a faint, salty tang that sent a shiver down your spine. When she pulled back, her smile only grew. “Don’t worry, I brought a blanket for the flight.”
pairing: Yunjin (Le Sserafim) x Male Reader
summary: Yunjin gets what she wants (and maybe you do too).
tags: cheating, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal sex, rough sex, choking
word count: 4.3k
Part 1
You had tried your best. God you really had.
Ever since that night in the kitchen, you did your best to avoid Yunjin at all costs. Or, at the very least not end up alone in the same room with her. Not that it stopped her from shooting you suggestive looks or brushing up against you whenever she had the opportunity. She’d wear outfits that would inevitably draw your eye as if it were nothing, all the while playing the loving role of step-sister to Kazuha.
Unlike yourself, it was clear that she had no guilt over deep-throating your cock that night. In fact, you soon learned that she was determined to get you, even if she couldn't do so directly.
It was something that became increasingly clear to you one night when Kazuha pulled off your cock and looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
"Did...did you like that?" she had asked.
Later as the two of you lay in bed together, she bashfully admitted to getting advice from Yunjin. Not knowing that her stepsister’s advice came from first-hand experience on what you liked.
The worst part was that you had enjoyed it. Still, it only caused you to think of Yunjin. Because no matter what Kazuha did, your mind would cruelly think that Yunjin could do it better.
The matter was only further complicated by the fact that the two of you had yet to move past oral sex and handjobs. Despite one night where a bout of heavy petting had Kazuha practically whimpering in your palm.
That had turned into a long night in the bathroom fisting your cock when she had put an abrupt stop to things before you got 'carried away'.
Inevitably, there were nights when your mind would drift to Yunjin's open invitation.
"When you're ready to remember what pussy feels like, you know where to find me."
At the time, you had brushed off her arrogance. As the saying went, once was a mistake, twice was a choice, and three times was a pattern. You told yourself that you wouldn’t get to that point. Kazuha didn’t deserve that.
And yet tonight as you stared up at the ceiling with an aching, unattended erection and a soundly sleeping girlfriend beside you; you couldn’t help but wonder if Yunjin was awake.
‘I’ll just see what she’s up to’ you thought.
A lie so bad that you couldn’t even convince yourself that it was your actual intention. Not that it stopped you from slipping out of bed, feet padding across the floor as you left the room. The rest of the apartment was quiet, briefly making you wonder if you were being an idiot. It had been over a month since Yunjin’s offer. Surely, by now she would have retracted it right?
Self-doubt wasn’t enough to stop your quiet footsteps as you made your way down the hall, seeing a faint glow coming from her room. Your cock twitched at the thought of her being awake and ready to receive you. As you drew closer, the soft sound of panting reached your ears. Curiosity mixed with arousal as you peered through the cracked open door.
The sight your eyes found did not disappoint in the least.
Yunjin was on her bed, her body positioned in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was up in the air, her sleep shorts riding up just enough to reveal the curve of her cheeks. Her loose tank top had slipped down one shoulder, exposing the smooth skin of her collarbone and the edge of her bra strap. But it was her hand that held your attention, moving rhythmically between her thighs, her fingers working in a way that made your mouth go dry.
Her recently dyed red hair fell like a curtain around her face, obscuring her expression but not the soft, breathy sounds escaping her lips. Each gasp, each moan, was like a punch to your gut, sending a jolt of heat straight to your cock. You couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to look away.
It was wrong. So wrong. But that didn’t stop you from leaning closer, your hand gripping the edge of the door as you watched her. Her movements were slow at first, almost teasing, as if she were savoring every second. But then her hips began to rock, her fingers moving faster, and the sounds she made grew louder, more desperate.
Your cock twitched in your boxers, straining against the fabric as you watched her. It was like a private show, one meant just for you, even if she didn’t know you were there. The thought sent a thrill through you, one that made your guilt feel distant, almost irrelevant.
Yunjin’s breath hitched, her back arching as she let out a low moan.
“Fuck. Yes… just like that…”
You wanted to step into the room, to close the distance between you and take over where her fingers left off. But you stayed rooted in place, your body tense as you watched her bring herself closer to the edge.
Her movements grew more frantic, her hips bucking against her hand as she chased her release. The sounds she made were almost too much to bear, each one sending a fresh wave of heat through you. And then, with a sharp gasp, she came, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing. Then, slowly, she turned her head, her red hair falling away from her face as her eyes met yours through the crack in the door.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked, her voice low and sultry as she took in deep breaths. A slight smirk crossed her features as her gaze drifted downwards. “You don’t have to answer. I can tell you did.”
Your heart skipped a beat, your body freezing as her words hit you like a bucket of cold water. She knew. She’d known the whole time.
“I was wondering when you’d finally make your way here,” she said, her smirk widening as she sat up, her hand still resting between her thighs. “It took you longer than I thought.”
You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you asked, your voice rough.
Yunjin laughed, the sound light and airy as she shifted on the bed, her legs stretching out in front of her. “If you wanted to feel morally right, you would’ve stayed in bed,” she said, her tone teasing. “But you didn’t. You came here. And we both know why.”
Her words cut through you, sharp and unrelenting. She was right. You had come here. And you knew exactly why.
She waited a beat for you to offer a denial of her claim. However, as was often the case with Yunjin, she hit the truth on the head and you had no rebuttal. A smile spread across her features as she beaconed you over towards the bed.
"Close the door, would you?"
It was almost like an out of body experience as you turned and obeyed her command. At the same time whether it was in your cock or in your mind, you couldn’t deny that you wanted what was right in front of you. All the weeks of foreplay with your girlfriend had only succeeded in making you want one big release even more.
Your feet carried you to towards the bed where Yunjin knelt atop the mattress. Her loose tank top clung to her body, the thin fabric doing little to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, pressing against the material as if begging for attention. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, your cock twitching in response.
“You know I was almost ready to give up,” Yunjin cooed. “It seemed like nothing I was doing was working.”
“You weren’t exactly subtle.”
Yunjin shrugged. “Zuha didn’t seem to notice.”
You grimaced slightly. “Can we…not mention her?”
A wicked grin crossed Yunjin’s face as she shifted towards the edge of the bed closer to you. “Why not? She’s the reason why you’re here isn’t she? If she was putting out you wouldn’t want to fuck me so bad.” She paused, looking you up and down for a moment. “Or maybe you would. Maybe this is just an excuse for you to act out your crush on me.”
You scoffed, turning your head to the side.
“Am I wrong?” she challenged. “You don’t want to taste me?”
Before you could spit out a response, Yunjin was raising her fingers to your lips. They were glossy and covered with the evidence of her recent orgasm. It was wrong. It was erotic. And yet never before had you wanted to take two fingers in your mouth so badly. Your cock twitched inside your boxers, a thick bulge forming against the cotton material.
"Open your mouth for me."
"Yunjin…"
"Open."
Your teeth ground together for a moment before you obeyed her command, lips parting obediently. With a please smile Yunjin slipped her fingers into your mouth. Instinctively you wrapped your lips around them, locking the two digits in your mouth as your tongue swirled around them. You tasted her juices off her fingers, memories of the sight of her ass up in the air as she fingered herself only moments earlier filling your mind.
"Good boy," she praised you. "Make sure you lick them clean."
You followed her instructions, sucking greedily. Your diligence was rewarded as you felt Yunjin's fingers curl around your cock. She gave you shaft a few languid strokes and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure around her fingers. Yunjin's lips spread into a delighted smile.
This was wrong. This was a betrayal. But you had already made your choice the moment you walked into the room.
"You know you didn't have to spy. I would've been happy to give you a show," she said, pumping your hard shaft. She slipped the fingers that were in your mouth out, a satisfied hum leaving her at your handiwork. "But I guess this is what gets your hard isn't it? Plausible deniability?"
"I don't know what you mean," you said, stifling a moan when she gave your cock a squeeze.
"Right, sure," Yunjin laughed, "You know I doubt Zuha would by the excuse that you just stumbled in here with a hard cock anyway. So why don't you just say what you want."
Yunjin finally had you cornered and she knew it. Attempting to play ignorant at this point would just be insulting. Not when you were the one who came to her room in the middle of the night. Not when you had watched her bring hersef to orgasm. And not when her hand was currently still stroking your cock. It was clear what you wanted.
"….I want to fuck you," you muttered.
"What was that?" she hummed.
"I want to fuck you," you repeated louder. At this point you wanted to fuck anyone just to break your dry spell but that didn't mean Yunjin was any less tempting.
She grinned wickedly as you finally said it aloud. "It took you long enough." Her free hand reached for yours, her fingers dancing around your wrist. "Since I know how she has you suffering I'll even let you take charge."
To prove her words, she raised your hand to her neck, letting your fingers circle around it lazily. All the while, her strokes had picked up speed, your hips jerking into her touch. "Think you can handle that?"
Then just as quickly as it had started Yunjin abruptly pulled back. She crawled back towards the headboard before laying herself out for you. Her thighs spread out for you; her glistening pussy already swollen from her masturbation session moments earlier. To say your brain damn near short-circuited at the sight was an understatement. It had been months and you still hadn't seen your girlfriend nude. Not even in the shower. And now here was Yunjin legs spread open and inviting.
You needed this.
With that driving thought you buried whatever reservations you had left six feet deep. You made your way onto the bed and towards Yunjin, easily fitting yourself between her parted thighs. There was no hesitation as you took your cock in hand, rubbing it along her swollen pussy, still wet from her masturbation. The tip pushed into her and your mind nearly went blank as you sunk deeper inside of her.
"Someone's, fuck, eager," Yunjin said, her head falling back as she held herself up on her elbows. "You know Kazuha would never let you fuck her raw."
"Shut up," you grunted. You didn't want to think about her now. Even if the idea of it being your girlfriend beneath you as opposed to her step-sister made your cock twitch.
Yunjin let out a laugh, "But I guess it has been a while for you, hasn't it? Go on, enjoy this."
"I plan on it."
In fact, you already were.
You could feel her fitting so snug around your cock, her walls stretching to accommodate your invasion as you pushed inch by inch into her until your hips were flush against each other. You couldn't withhold the moan that left you when that moment came.
You realized then that all of Yunjin's taunts leading up that point were finally coming to fruition. You had been deprived. You did want this. And if you were going to go through with this you damn sure were going to make sure you enjoyed every moment of it.
"That's it," Yujin coaxed, ignoring your prior command to shut up. "Are you remembering how good it feels to be inside a woman? Kazuha has been keeping you neglected. But that's okay, because now you can let all that pent up energy out on me."
You didn’t need her words to remind you. Your body was already screaming it, every nerve alight as you bottomed out inside her, her warmth enveloping you in a way that made your head spin. Yunjin’s walls clenched around you, as if daring you to move, to give in completely. And you did.
With a low groan, you pulled back, almost entirely out of her, before slamming back in. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, mingling with Yunjin’s sharp gasp and the slick, wet sounds of your cock driving into her. Her legs hooked around your waist, pulling you deeper, urging you to go harder, faster.
“Fuck,” you hissed, your voice strained as you set a brutal pace. “You’re so tight.”
Yunjin’s laugh was breathless, her head tilting back as she arched into you.
“That’s what happens when you’re not getting any,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Poor thing. All that frustration… you must’ve been dying to fuck someone. Anyone.”
Her words stung, mostly because they were true. But you didn’t care anymore. Not when she felt this good. Not when every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, your cock throbbing as it stretched her open. You gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as you fucked her with a desperation that bordered on madness.
“Shut up.”
You growled, though there was no real bite to it. Not when your voice was shaking, not when you were so close to losing yourself completely.
Yunjin smirked, her nails dragging down your back as she egged you on.
“What’s wrong? Too busy thinking about how much better I feel than her? Then again, I guess you wouldn’t know, would you?”
Shame flushed up your neck. You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough, sloppy kiss to silence her. It worked—for a moment. But Yunjin wasn’t one to be quiet for long. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her hips rolling to meet your thrusts as she moaned into your ear.
“You can’t even deny it, can you You’ve been thinking about this. About me. Wondering if I’d let you fuck me like this. Wondering if I’d let you come inside me.”
Your hips stuttered at her words, a low groan escaping your throat. She was right. You had thought about it. More times than you cared to admit. And now, with her legs wrapped around you and her pussy gripping your cock like a vice, it was all you could think about.
“You want to take control. To make me yours.”
“Yunjin…” you warned.
“What?” she teased, her fingers trailing down your chest. “You don’t want to? Or are you just scared of what Kazuha would think if she found out? That she’d be appalled at what you really like.”
She leaned up, her teeth nipping at your ear.
“Or are you too much of a coward to do what you really want?”
That did it. Your hands moved before you could think, one sliding up her body to wrap around her throat. Her laughter hitched, her breath catching as your fingers tightened, just enough to make her eyes widen. But she didn’t fight you. Instead, her hand flew to your wrist, her fingers wrapping around it as she urged you to squeeze harder.
“Fuck,” she gasped, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”
You didn’t need her permission—still, her encouragement sent a jolt of heat straight to your cock. Your hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that had her moaning, her body arching into yours. Her walls clenched around you, tight and wet, as if her body was rewarding you for giving in.
“Fuck, Yunjin.”
You grunted, your voice rough as you tightened your grip on her throat. Her pulse thrummed beneath your fingers, fast and frantic, and the sound of her gasps only fueled your desperation.
"Kazuha would never let you do this," Yunjin gasped, her voice breathless. "She's too...pure for this. Too scared to let you take what you really want."
Her words were like a punch to the gut, but they only made you fuck her harder. Your cock throbbed inside her, the thought of Kazuha---sweet, innocent Kazuha---flashing through your mind. But it wasn't her beneath you. It was Yunjin. Yunjin, who was everything Kazuha wasn't. Yunjin, who was willing to let you take everything you needed.
"Don't talk about her," you grunted.
Yunjin's laugh was strained, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you tightened your grip. "Why not?" she challenged, her nails digging into your wrist. "You know I'm right. She'd never let you own her like this."
Her words sent a shiver down your spine, your cock twitching inside her as your hips moved faster, harder. You hated how right she was. Hated how much you wanted this. Hated how good it felt to finally let go.
"Fuck me like you mean it," Yunjin moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like you've been dreaming about."
Your hips snapped forward, your cock plunging into her with a force that had her crying out. Her walls clenched around you, her body trembling as she came, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her gasping for air. But you didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not when her pussy was still pulsing around you, not when her words echoed in your head like a mantra.
"Is this what you wanted?" you growled, your voice rough and low as you leaned over her. “Huh? You wanted me to fuck you like this? To use you like this?"
Yunjin's response was a breathless moan, her head falling back as her body writhed beneath you.
"Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "God, yes!"
Her words only spurred you on, your hips slamming into her with a force that had the bed creaking beneath you.
“You’re such a slut,” you muttered, your voice dripping with a mix of disgust and arousal. “Coming on your sister’s boyfriend’s cock like this. You love it, don’t you?”
Yunjin’s laugh was strained, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she met your thrusts.
“You know I do. And why shouldn’t I? Why should Kazuha get everything when she doesn’t even know how to use it? You love it too. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
You didn’t respond. Not when her words hit so close to the truth. Instead, you focused on the way her body moved with yours, the way her pussy gripped your cock like a vice, milking you with every thrust. You were close. So close. And you could tell she was too, her moans growing louder, more desperate as you drove her closer to the edge again.
“Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
Yunjin’s response was a strangled cry, her body arching into yours as she came again, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her trembling. Her walls clenched around you, tight and wet, and it was enough to push you over the edge.
“Come inside me,” she gasped, her voice trembling but insistent, her nails digging into your back as she pulled you closer. “Do it. I want to feel it. Give it to me.”
Her words were your undoing. With a low groan, you buried yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you came, filling her with everything you had. Your hips jerked erratically as you rode out your orgasm, your mind going blank as pleasure consumed you.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the feel of her body beneath you. Then, slowly, reality began to creep back in.
Yunjin’s fingers trailed lazily down your back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Told you that you wanted it.”
You didn’t respond. Instead, you pulled out of her, your cock still twitching as you collapsed onto the bed beside her.
“Honestly, it wasn’t bad for someone who hasn’t had sex months.”
“Glad I could meet your standards,” you muttered dryly.
Yunjin laughed, the sound low and throaty as she propped herself up on one elbow, her red hair falling like a curtain around her face.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she teased, her fingers trailing down your chest. “You know you enjoyed it. And besides…” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. For being such a good sport.”
You raised an eyebrow, a brief sense of dread filling you.
“A secret?”
As if reading your mind Yunjin rolled her eyes.
“Not that. I’m on the pill, idiot.”
The sense of relief you felt was almost better than your own orgasm. Almost.
“It’s about your little girlfriend,” Yunjin said, a smirk growing on her features. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Kazuha will never let you fuck her before marriage. She’s too… traditional for that.”
Your jaw tightened at the mention of Kazuha’s name, but Yunjin wasn’t done. Her fingers trailed lower, her touch light but deliberate as she continued.
“But here’s the thing,” she continued. “Everyone knows…if it’s anal, it doesn’t count.”
You should’ve been annoyed at the very least. Yet still your cock twitched in response to the suggest. Yunjin’s laugh was soft, almost cruel, as she leaned in closer.
“Think about it. You get to have her, in a way, without breaking her precious rules.”
You didn’t believe her for a second. Kazuha? Doing that? Your mind briefly wandered, the visual of her perfect ass taking you flooding your thoughts before you scoffed, shaking your head as if to physically dislodge the image.
“Kazuha wouldn’t do that,” you muttered, your voice tight. “She just barely started using her mouth.”
“You’re welcome for that, by the way,” Yunjin quipped. “But why would I lie? I’ve already gotten everything I wanted.”
The statement hit you like a punch to the gut, and you tried not to think about how it made you feel. Used. Exploited. But then again, hadn’t you used her too?
Yunjin leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she continued.
“Kazuha is the one who mentioned it. She keeps going on about how tempting it is being with you, blah, blah, blah. How she wants to make you happy but doesn’t want to break her ‘values.’”
She rolled her eyes at the last word, as if the concept of self-restraint was beneath her.
Your gut twisted, a sickening mix of shame and arousal churning inside you. Kazuha, your sweet girlfriend, was thinking about you in private, wrestling with her desires, while you were here, betraying her in the worst way possible. And yet, despite the guilt, the thought of her—of that—sent a jolt of heat straight to your cock.
You really were the worst.
Yunjin’s hand found its way to your length, her fingers wrapping around you in a slow, deliberate stroke.
“If you want, I can be sure to push her down the right path. Just like I did before.”
You grimaced, the memory of Yunjin’s past ‘guidance’ flashing through your mind. She’d been the one to teach Kazuha how to use her mouth, hadn’t she? And you had reaped the benefits. But this… this felt different. This felt like a deal with the devil.
Yunjin could see the wheels turning in your head, the conflict playing out across your face. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “Think about it. You’ve got time.”
Then, just like that, she pulled away, climbing out of bed with your eyes following her. She stretched, her nude body on full display, before turning to you with a smirk.
“I’m going to shower. You can join me if you want. Or…” She paused, her grin widening. “You can go back to bed smelling like me. Your choice.”
You swallowed thickly, watching as she slipped out of the room and left you with your thoughts. Was it really a choice if you had come this far? And if Yunjin was a devil, had you just sold your soul?
A/N: Happy comeback! I have a feeling we'll get plenty of inspo this time around. Part 3??
pairing: Yunjin (Le Sserafim) x Male Reader
summary: Yunjin gets what she wants (and maybe you do too).
tags: cheating, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal sex, rough sex, choking
word count: 4.3k
Part 1
You had tried your best. God you really had.
Ever since that night in the kitchen, you did your best to avoid Yunjin at all costs. Or, at the very least not end up alone in the same room with her. Not that it stopped her from shooting you suggestive looks or brushing up against you whenever she had the opportunity. She’d wear outfits that would inevitably draw your eye as if it were nothing, all the while playing the loving role of step-sister to Kazuha.
Unlike yourself, it was clear that she had no guilt over deep-throating your cock that night. In fact, you soon learned that she was determined to get you, even if she couldn't do so directly.
It was something that became increasingly clear to you one night when Kazuha pulled off your cock and looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
"Did...did you like that?" she had asked.
Later as the two of you lay in bed together, she bashfully admitted to getting advice from Yunjin. Not knowing that her stepsister’s advice came from first-hand experience on what you liked.
The worst part was that you had enjoyed it. Still, it only caused you to think of Yunjin. Because no matter what Kazuha did, your mind would cruelly think that Yunjin could do it better.
The matter was only further complicated by the fact that the two of you had yet to move past oral sex and handjobs. Despite one night where a bout of heavy petting had Kazuha practically whimpering in your palm.
That had turned into a long night in the bathroom fisting your cock when she had put an abrupt stop to things before you got 'carried away'.
Inevitably, there were nights when your mind would drift to Yunjin's open invitation.
"When you're ready to remember what pussy feels like, you know where to find me."
At the time, you had brushed off her arrogance. As the saying went, once was a mistake, twice was a choice, and three times was a pattern. You told yourself that you wouldn’t get to that point. Kazuha didn’t deserve that.
And yet tonight as you stared up at the ceiling with an aching, unattended erection and a soundly sleeping girlfriend beside you; you couldn’t help but wonder if Yunjin was awake.
‘I’ll just see what she’s up to’ you thought.
A lie so bad that you couldn’t even convince yourself that it was your actual intention. Not that it stopped you from slipping out of bed, feet padding across the floor as you left the room. The rest of the apartment was quiet, briefly making you wonder if you were being an idiot. It had been over a month since Yunjin’s offer. Surely, by now she would have retracted it right?
Self-doubt wasn’t enough to stop your quiet footsteps as you made your way down the hall, seeing a faint glow coming from her room. Your cock twitched at the thought of her being awake and ready to receive you. As you drew closer, the soft sound of panting reached your ears. Curiosity mixed with arousal as you peered through the cracked open door.
The sight your eyes found did not disappoint in the least.
Yunjin was on her bed, her body positioned in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was up in the air, her sleep shorts riding up just enough to reveal the curve of her cheeks. Her loose tank top had slipped down one shoulder, exposing the smooth skin of her collarbone and the edge of her bra strap. But it was her hand that held your attention, moving rhythmically between her thighs, her fingers working in a way that made your mouth go dry.
Her recently dyed red hair fell like a curtain around her face, obscuring her expression but not the soft, breathy sounds escaping her lips. Each gasp, each moan, was like a punch to your gut, sending a jolt of heat straight to your cock. You couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to look away.
It was wrong. So wrong. But that didn’t stop you from leaning closer, your hand gripping the edge of the door as you watched her. Her movements were slow at first, almost teasing, as if she were savoring every second. But then her hips began to rock, her fingers moving faster, and the sounds she made grew louder, more desperate.
Your cock twitched in your boxers, straining against the fabric as you watched her. It was like a private show, one meant just for you, even if she didn’t know you were there. The thought sent a thrill through you, one that made your guilt feel distant, almost irrelevant.
Yunjin’s breath hitched, her back arching as she let out a low moan.
“Fuck. Yes… just like that…”
You wanted to step into the room, to close the distance between you and take over where her fingers left off. But you stayed rooted in place, your body tense as you watched her bring herself closer to the edge.
Her movements grew more frantic, her hips bucking against her hand as she chased her release. The sounds she made were almost too much to bear, each one sending a fresh wave of heat through you. And then, with a sharp gasp, she came, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing. Then, slowly, she turned her head, her red hair falling away from her face as her eyes met yours through the crack in the door.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked, her voice low and sultry as she took in deep breaths. A slight smirk crossed her features as her gaze drifted downwards. “You don’t have to answer. I can tell you did.”
Your heart skipped a beat, your body freezing as her words hit you like a bucket of cold water. She knew. She’d known the whole time.
“I was wondering when you’d finally make your way here,” she said, her smirk widening as she sat up, her hand still resting between her thighs. “It took you longer than I thought.”
You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you asked, your voice rough.
Yunjin laughed, the sound light and airy as she shifted on the bed, her legs stretching out in front of her. “If you wanted to feel morally right, you would’ve stayed in bed,” she said, her tone teasing. “But you didn’t. You came here. And we both know why.”
Her words cut through you, sharp and unrelenting. She was right. You had come here. And you knew exactly why.
She waited a beat for you to offer a denial of her claim. However, as was often the case with Yunjin, she hit the truth on the head and you had no rebuttal. A smile spread across her features as she beaconed you over towards the bed.
"Close the door, would you?"
It was almost like an out of body experience as you turned and obeyed her command. At the same time whether it was in your cock or in your mind, you couldn’t deny that you wanted what was right in front of you. All the weeks of foreplay with your girlfriend had only succeeded in making you want one big release even more.
Your feet carried you to towards the bed where Yunjin knelt atop the mattress. Her loose tank top clung to her body, the thin fabric doing little to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, pressing against the material as if begging for attention. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, your cock twitching in response.
“You know I was almost ready to give up,” Yunjin cooed. “It seemed like nothing I was doing was working.”
“You weren’t exactly subtle.”
Yunjin shrugged. “Zuha didn’t seem to notice.”
You grimaced slightly. “Can we…not mention her?”
A wicked grin crossed Yunjin’s face as she shifted towards the edge of the bed closer to you. “Why not? She’s the reason why you’re here isn’t she? If she was putting out you wouldn’t want to fuck me so bad.” She paused, looking you up and down for a moment. “Or maybe you would. Maybe this is just an excuse for you to act out your crush on me.”
You scoffed, turning your head to the side.
“Am I wrong?” she challenged. “You don’t want to taste me?”
Before you could spit out a response, Yunjin was raising her fingers to your lips. They were glossy and covered with the evidence of her recent orgasm. It was wrong. It was erotic. And yet never before had you wanted to take two fingers in your mouth so badly. Your cock twitched inside your boxers, a thick bulge forming against the cotton material.
"Open your mouth for me."
"Yunjin…"
"Open."
Your teeth ground together for a moment before you obeyed her command, lips parting obediently. With a please smile Yunjin slipped her fingers into your mouth. Instinctively you wrapped your lips around them, locking the two digits in your mouth as your tongue swirled around them. You tasted her juices off her fingers, memories of the sight of her ass up in the air as she fingered herself only moments earlier filling your mind.
"Good boy," she praised you. "Make sure you lick them clean."
You followed her instructions, sucking greedily. Your diligence was rewarded as you felt Yunjin's fingers curl around your cock. She gave you shaft a few languid strokes and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure around her fingers. Yunjin's lips spread into a delighted smile.
This was wrong. This was a betrayal. But you had already made your choice the moment you walked into the room.
"You know you didn't have to spy. I would've been happy to give you a show," she said, pumping your hard shaft. She slipped the fingers that were in your mouth out, a satisfied hum leaving her at your handiwork. "But I guess this is what gets your hard isn't it? Plausible deniability?"
"I don't know what you mean," you said, stifling a moan when she gave your cock a squeeze.
"Right, sure," Yunjin laughed, "You know I doubt Zuha would by the excuse that you just stumbled in here with a hard cock anyway. So why don't you just say what you want."
Yunjin finally had you cornered and she knew it. Attempting to play ignorant at this point would just be insulting. Not when you were the one who came to her room in the middle of the night. Not when you had watched her bring hersef to orgasm. And not when her hand was currently still stroking your cock. It was clear what you wanted.
"….I want to fuck you," you muttered.
"What was that?" she hummed.
"I want to fuck you," you repeated louder. At this point you wanted to fuck anyone just to break your dry spell but that didn't mean Yunjin was any less tempting.
She grinned wickedly as you finally said it aloud. "It took you long enough." Her free hand reached for yours, her fingers dancing around your wrist. "Since I know how she has you suffering I'll even let you take charge."
To prove her words, she raised your hand to her neck, letting your fingers circle around it lazily. All the while, her strokes had picked up speed, your hips jerking into her touch. "Think you can handle that?"
Then just as quickly as it had started Yunjin abruptly pulled back. She crawled back towards the headboard before laying herself out for you. Her thighs spread out for you; her glistening pussy already swollen from her masturbation session moments earlier. To say your brain damn near short-circuited at the sight was an understatement. It had been months and you still hadn't seen your girlfriend nude. Not even in the shower. And now here was Yunjin legs spread open and inviting.
You needed this.
With that driving thought you buried whatever reservations you had left six feet deep. You made your way onto the bed and towards Yunjin, easily fitting yourself between her parted thighs. There was no hesitation as you took your cock in hand, rubbing it along her swollen pussy, still wet from her masturbation. The tip pushed into her and your mind nearly went blank as you sunk deeper inside of her.
"Someone's, fuck, eager," Yunjin said, her head falling back as she held herself up on her elbows. "You know Kazuha would never let you fuck her raw."
"Shut up," you grunted. You didn't want to think about her now. Even if the idea of it being your girlfriend beneath you as opposed to her step-sister made your cock twitch.
Yunjin let out a laugh, "But I guess it has been a while for you, hasn't it? Go on, enjoy this."
"I plan on it."
In fact, you already were.
You could feel her fitting so snug around your cock, her walls stretching to accommodate your invasion as you pushed inch by inch into her until your hips were flush against each other. You couldn't withhold the moan that left you when that moment came.
You realized then that all of Yunjin's taunts leading up that point were finally coming to fruition. You had been deprived. You did want this. And if you were going to go through with this you damn sure were going to make sure you enjoyed every moment of it.
"That's it," Yujin coaxed, ignoring your prior command to shut up. "Are you remembering how good it feels to be inside a woman? Kazuha has been keeping you neglected. But that's okay, because now you can let all that pent up energy out on me."
You didn’t need her words to remind you. Your body was already screaming it, every nerve alight as you bottomed out inside her, her warmth enveloping you in a way that made your head spin. Yunjin’s walls clenched around you, as if daring you to move, to give in completely. And you did.
With a low groan, you pulled back, almost entirely out of her, before slamming back in. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, mingling with Yunjin’s sharp gasp and the slick, wet sounds of your cock driving into her. Her legs hooked around your waist, pulling you deeper, urging you to go harder, faster.
“Fuck,” you hissed, your voice strained as you set a brutal pace. “You’re so tight.”
Yunjin’s laugh was breathless, her head tilting back as she arched into you.
“That’s what happens when you’re not getting any,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Poor thing. All that frustration… you must’ve been dying to fuck someone. Anyone.”
Her words stung, mostly because they were true. But you didn’t care anymore. Not when she felt this good. Not when every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, your cock throbbing as it stretched her open. You gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as you fucked her with a desperation that bordered on madness.
“Shut up.”
You growled, though there was no real bite to it. Not when your voice was shaking, not when you were so close to losing yourself completely.
Yunjin smirked, her nails dragging down your back as she egged you on.
“What’s wrong? Too busy thinking about how much better I feel than her? Then again, I guess you wouldn’t know, would you?”
Shame flushed up your neck. You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough, sloppy kiss to silence her. It worked—for a moment. But Yunjin wasn’t one to be quiet for long. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her hips rolling to meet your thrusts as she moaned into your ear.
“You can’t even deny it, can you You’ve been thinking about this. About me. Wondering if I’d let you fuck me like this. Wondering if I’d let you come inside me.”
Your hips stuttered at her words, a low groan escaping your throat. She was right. You had thought about it. More times than you cared to admit. And now, with her legs wrapped around you and her pussy gripping your cock like a vice, it was all you could think about.
“You want to take control. To make me yours.”
“Yunjin…” you warned.
“What?” she teased, her fingers trailing down your chest. “You don’t want to? Or are you just scared of what Kazuha would think if she found out? That she’d be appalled at what you really like.”
She leaned up, her teeth nipping at your ear.
“Or are you too much of a coward to do what you really want?”
That did it. Your hands moved before you could think, one sliding up her body to wrap around her throat. Her laughter hitched, her breath catching as your fingers tightened, just enough to make her eyes widen. But she didn’t fight you. Instead, her hand flew to your wrist, her fingers wrapping around it as she urged you to squeeze harder.
“Fuck,” she gasped, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”
You didn’t need her permission—still, her encouragement sent a jolt of heat straight to your cock. Your hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that had her moaning, her body arching into yours. Her walls clenched around you, tight and wet, as if her body was rewarding you for giving in.
“Fuck, Yunjin.”
You grunted, your voice rough as you tightened your grip on her throat. Her pulse thrummed beneath your fingers, fast and frantic, and the sound of her gasps only fueled your desperation.
"Kazuha would never let you do this," Yunjin gasped, her voice breathless. "She's too...pure for this. Too scared to let you take what you really want."
Her words were like a punch to the gut, but they only made you fuck her harder. Your cock throbbed inside her, the thought of Kazuha---sweet, innocent Kazuha---flashing through your mind. But it wasn't her beneath you. It was Yunjin. Yunjin, who was everything Kazuha wasn't. Yunjin, who was willing to let you take everything you needed.
"Don't talk about her," you grunted.
Yunjin's laugh was strained, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you tightened your grip. "Why not?" she challenged, her nails digging into your wrist. "You know I'm right. She'd never let you own her like this."
Her words sent a shiver down your spine, your cock twitching inside her as your hips moved faster, harder. You hated how right she was. Hated how much you wanted this. Hated how good it felt to finally let go.
"Fuck me like you mean it," Yunjin moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like you've been dreaming about."
Your hips snapped forward, your cock plunging into her with a force that had her crying out. Her walls clenched around you, her body trembling as she came, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her gasping for air. But you didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not when her pussy was still pulsing around you, not when her words echoed in your head like a mantra.
"Is this what you wanted?" you growled, your voice rough and low as you leaned over her. “Huh? You wanted me to fuck you like this? To use you like this?"
Yunjin's response was a breathless moan, her head falling back as her body writhed beneath you.
"Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "God, yes!"
Her words only spurred you on, your hips slamming into her with a force that had the bed creaking beneath you.
“You’re such a slut,” you muttered, your voice dripping with a mix of disgust and arousal. “Coming on your sister’s boyfriend’s cock like this. You love it, don’t you?”
Yunjin’s laugh was strained, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she met your thrusts.
“You know I do. And why shouldn’t I? Why should Kazuha get everything when she doesn’t even know how to use it? You love it too. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
You didn’t respond. Not when her words hit so close to the truth. Instead, you focused on the way her body moved with yours, the way her pussy gripped your cock like a vice, milking you with every thrust. You were close. So close. And you could tell she was too, her moans growing louder, more desperate as you drove her closer to the edge again.
“Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
Yunjin’s response was a strangled cry, her body arching into yours as she came again, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her trembling. Her walls clenched around you, tight and wet, and it was enough to push you over the edge.
“Come inside me,” she gasped, her voice trembling but insistent, her nails digging into your back as she pulled you closer. “Do it. I want to feel it. Give it to me.”
Her words were your undoing. With a low groan, you buried yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you came, filling her with everything you had. Your hips jerked erratically as you rode out your orgasm, your mind going blank as pleasure consumed you.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the feel of her body beneath you. Then, slowly, reality began to creep back in.
Yunjin’s fingers trailed lazily down your back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Told you that you wanted it.”
You didn’t respond. Instead, you pulled out of her, your cock still twitching as you collapsed onto the bed beside her.
“Honestly, it wasn’t bad for someone who hasn’t had sex months.”
“Glad I could meet your standards,” you muttered dryly.
Yunjin laughed, the sound low and throaty as she propped herself up on one elbow, her red hair falling like a curtain around her face.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she teased, her fingers trailing down your chest. “You know you enjoyed it. And besides…” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. For being such a good sport.”
You raised an eyebrow, a brief sense of dread filling you.
“A secret?”
As if reading your mind Yunjin rolled her eyes.
“Not that. I’m on the pill, idiot.”
The sense of relief you felt was almost better than your own orgasm. Almost.
“It’s about your little girlfriend,” Yunjin said, a smirk growing on her features. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Kazuha will never let you fuck her before marriage. She’s too… traditional for that.”
Your jaw tightened at the mention of Kazuha’s name, but Yunjin wasn’t done. Her fingers trailed lower, her touch light but deliberate as she continued.
“But here’s the thing,” she continued. “Everyone knows…if it’s anal, it doesn’t count.”
You should’ve been annoyed at the very least. Yet still your cock twitched in response to the suggest. Yunjin’s laugh was soft, almost cruel, as she leaned in closer.
“Think about it. You get to have her, in a way, without breaking her precious rules.”
You didn’t believe her for a second. Kazuha? Doing that? Your mind briefly wandered, the visual of her perfect ass taking you flooding your thoughts before you scoffed, shaking your head as if to physically dislodge the image.
“Kazuha wouldn’t do that,” you muttered, your voice tight. “She just barely started using her mouth.”
“You’re welcome for that, by the way,” Yunjin quipped. “But why would I lie? I’ve already gotten everything I wanted.”
The statement hit you like a punch to the gut, and you tried not to think about how it made you feel. Used. Exploited. But then again, hadn’t you used her too?
Yunjin leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she continued.
“Kazuha is the one who mentioned it. She keeps going on about how tempting it is being with you, blah, blah, blah. How she wants to make you happy but doesn’t want to break her ‘values.’”
She rolled her eyes at the last word, as if the concept of self-restraint was beneath her.
Your gut twisted, a sickening mix of shame and arousal churning inside you. Kazuha, your sweet girlfriend, was thinking about you in private, wrestling with her desires, while you were here, betraying her in the worst way possible. And yet, despite the guilt, the thought of her—of that—sent a jolt of heat straight to your cock.
You really were the worst.
Yunjin’s hand found its way to your length, her fingers wrapping around you in a slow, deliberate stroke.
“If you want, I can be sure to push her down the right path. Just like I did before.”
You grimaced, the memory of Yunjin’s past ‘guidance’ flashing through your mind. She’d been the one to teach Kazuha how to use her mouth, hadn’t she? And you had reaped the benefits. But this… this felt different. This felt like a deal with the devil.
Yunjin could see the wheels turning in your head, the conflict playing out across your face. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “Think about it. You’ve got time.”
Then, just like that, she pulled away, climbing out of bed with your eyes following her. She stretched, her nude body on full display, before turning to you with a smirk.
“I’m going to shower. You can join me if you want. Or…” She paused, her grin widening. “You can go back to bed smelling like me. Your choice.”
You swallowed thickly, watching as she slipped out of the room and left you with your thoughts. Was it really a choice if you had come this far? And if Yunjin was a devil, had you just sold your soul?
A/N: Happy comeback! I have a feeling we'll get plenty of inspo this time around. Part 3??
summary: your biker mommies decide to reward you for doing a good job on the most recent run. aka these concept photos inspired something
tags: threesome, foursome (sort of), pegging, rimming, excessive use of 'baby boy', mommy kink, daddy kink, biker gang!au, domme!Sohyun also known as just Sohyun, male reader, did i mention pegging? seriously don't continue if this isn't your cup of tea
word count: 4.6k
“Baby boy, are you ready?”
You shuddered, feeling Xinyu’s hot breath against your ear. The tall, 174-centimeter goddess stood behind you, her arms circling around your shoulders. Sohyun, who was across the room tinkering with preparations, glanced over her shoulder. Her short-cropped hair only accentuated the smirk that graced her features.
“Look at him, he’s practically trembling,” she teased.
“He’s just excited,” Nakyoung, the third member of the group, her voice comforting.
She was kneeling atop the bed so she was eye level with you, her hand rose to stroke your cheek. Her role as a foil to Sohyun’s demeanor was incredibly effective. “Isn’t that right?”
You could only nod at first, your mind still grappling with the situation you found yourself in.
“I guess I am a little nervous…”
“It is his first big reward after all,” Xinyu said, one hand rising to stroke your hair while the other ran circles against your skin. Her voice was warm and flirtatious, “You’ve really been working hard for us.”
“Yeah, if it weren’t for those last adjustments you made we might have been sitting in a jail cell,” Nakyoung smiled. “You’re our little genius.”
“If you keep praising him like that he’s going to get an ego,” Sohyun chided from across the room.
“He would never!” Nakyoung protested, a slight pout forming on her features as she looked at Sohyun before turning back to you. “Right?”
“O-of course not,” you stammered.
“Well, if you did then we’d just have to put you in your place,” Sohyun said.
Something about the words she spoke sent another tremble through you. Almost as if you hoped she’d follow through on those words. And, admittedly, a part of you definitely did.
Xinyu craned her head over her shoulder, noting the way your body was reacting to Sohyun’s words. A small grin spread across her features, “I think he likes that idea.”
Sohyun looked over, pausing as she tightened a buckle on her hip to look over at you with her eyebrow raised. “Does he? Do you like the idea of mommy putting you in your place, huh? Reminding you that you work for us. That you belong to us.”
You moaned at her words, your cock twitching to life, brushing against Nakyoung’s stomach and she let out an amused gasp. “He definitely does.”
“Maybe we’ll keep that in mind, if we think you deserve it,” Sohyun smirked.
“Seriously though, he did good. Kaede would have been screwed without him,” Nakyoung added.
“I agree,” Xinyu pressed a kiss to your shoulder. Her arm snaked around you, her fingers curling around your cock as she began to stroke you slowly. “That’s why he’s getting this special reward tonight. Our brave boy. Isn’t that right, Sohyun?”
Finally done with her task, Sohyun turned to face you. And what a sight it was. She was nude, her body on display for your gaze as the light from the mirror behind her provided illumination. Your eyes traveled over her soft breast down further to where a strap on dildo was secured firmly on her crotch. Her fingers smoothed over it idly while she stayed at you. The look in her eye said nothing short of her wanting to devour you.
“Jesus, Sohyun…” Xinyu breathed out, clearly appreciating the view as much as you were.
“You have to wait your turn. It’s his night, remember?”
Xinyu nodded weakly, her grasp tightening around your cock and causing you to let out a pleased whimper. As you watched Sohyun grab the bottle of lube off of the dresser and begin to lather the dildo in preparation of what was to come, you couldn’t help but think of how you had gotten to this moment.
Not this moment specifically, sandwiched between two beauties with your cock out and a third beauty on the way. But rather how you became their baby boy as Xinyu had put it.
It started with Nakyoung. Before you had been involved with their group, you were merely a freelance repair man. In this day and age it was startling how many people didn’t know basic fixes for their tech, but it paid the bills so you weren’t one to complain. Nakyoung had been one of your customers, a regular one at that. You didn’t question it really. At first you had just assumed she was bad with tech. And even if she was a cute girl getting up to no good, well, that wasn’t any of your business.
Apparently it was that exact attitude that had proven you were trustworthy. It wasn’t long before Nakyoung came to you with a job. Then another. Soon after you met the rest of the gang – not that they referred to themselves as such. Eventually, you had become their full-time support, even learning how to tune their motorcycles to peak performance.
Was it illegal? A lot of it was, sure. But that hardly mattered. You felt safe and accepted with them. More than you ever had anywhere else.
Even now, as you watched Sohyun prepare herself for you, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.
“Nakyoung, why don’t you warm him up,” Sohyun said.
“Wasn’t I doing that already?” Xinyu asked.
“That was just the start,” Nakyoung quiped as she shifted back onto the bed. Her comforting gaze turned into a sultry look as she spread her legs for you. “It’s all yours.”
“You’re going to fuck her good, aren’t you?” Xinyu whispered, nibbling on your earlobe as she guided your cock towards Nakyoung’s entrance.
The sight of Nakyoung, looking at you with her large eyes and beckoning you forward struck a chord. Despite their repeated comments about this being your night, you felt a deep desire to bring her pleasure.
Her hand found yours, interlacing your fingers as you began to sink into her, Xinyu’s hands on your hips guiding you deeper and deeper. You tried to resist the shudder that ran through your body at the feeling of Nakyoung’s walls around you but to no avail. And how could you when she was taking you inch by inch with an angelic look on her features.
“She feels good doesn’t she?”
Xinyu’s question came as her touch lingered on your hips.
“Mhm,” was all you could manage in response along with a weak nod.
“So tight and perfect,” her hand stroked your hair. “And all yours.”
“Fuck…”
Nakyoung sighed as you bottomed out inside of her, filling her to the brim. Her legs moved around your waist, locking you in position as merely held each other for a long moment.
You knew what was coming. What was waiting for you once Sohyun finally got her hands on you. But for now you would focus on this. On Nakyoung’s pleasure and Xinyu’s guidance.
“Does it feel good?” you croaked out.
“So fucking good, baby,” Nakyoung moaned, her bangs splayed across her forehead as her head fell back. “So full.”
You felt Xinyu’s hand pressing against your lower back and took that as your cue to move. It was slow at first, tentatively drawing yourself out before stuffing her again. You weren’t necessarily inexperienced but it was safe to say that domination didn’t come naturally to you. And yet, this feeling – biting your bottom lip as Nakyoung’s nails dug into your forearm – was addicting.
They might’ve joked about you getting an ego from this but now you were starting to see why. Having this sight at your fingertips was enough to make any man addicted.
“More,” Nakyoung whined, her fingers dipping between her thighs to tease her clit. “Faster.”
You felt your hesitation steadily slipping away with each thrust, as your hips snapped faster. Eliciting delightful moans of pleasure from Nakyoung. It helped that you hand Xinyu nibbling on your earlobe, continuing to whisper sinful encouragement in your ear.
“Keep fucking her just like that baby,” Xinyu said, “Our little pillow princess making you do all the work.”
Your eyes focused on Nakyoung, her short hair splayed against the bed as she took every inch of you with short gasps. You couldn’t say Xinyu was wrong. She looked every bit the princess right now. But was that really such a bad thing?
Xinyu continued. “I’m going to make you feel even better.”
“W-what do you mean?”
You felt Xinyu press a kiss to your nape, then another against your shoulders and back. Your neck craned slightly to try and look over your shoulder, prompting a response from the woman beneath you. Nakyoung reached up, resting on one elbow as she turned your face to look at her.
“Hasn’t anyone told you it’s rude not to focus on the girl your dick is in?”
Your cheeks flushed at being called out. “S-sorry.”
To say it was overwhelming was an understatement.
There were two women drawing your attention in different ways and a third who hadn’t joined the party yet. And that was without getting into the ways Nakyoung’s walls were squeezing your cock each time you pushed into her, as if begging you to empty your load inside of her.
“Don’t worry about her,” Nakyoung insisted.
Which was hard to do when you felt Xinyu place another kiss, this time at the small of your back. Before you could question it any further, you felt something moist tickling your backdoor.
“Oh!” that was interesting, “Oh, fuck…” Your hips jerked involuntarily as you hunched over slightly.
“I think he likes it, Xinyu,” Nakyoung moaned.
Xinyu didn’t respond with words but rather with actions. Her tongue circled around your hole and your toes curled in response.
Xinyu’s tongue pressed against you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each flick sending jolts of electricity up your spine. You gasped, your hips stuttering as you tried to maintain your pace with Nakyoung, but the dual sensations were overwhelming. Nakyoung’s walls clenched around you, her breath hitching as she felt you twitch inside her.
“Fuck, baby,” Nakyoung moaned, her voice trembling. “You’re getting so hard.”
Her nails dug into your shoulders, urging you to keep going even as your focus wavered. Xinyu’s tongue was relentless, teasing and probing, making it impossible to think straight. Your breath came in short, ragged bursts, and your hands gripped the sheets for stability.
“That’s it,” Xinyu murmured against your skin, her voice low and sultry. “Just relax, baby boy. Let me take care of you.”
Her tongue dipped back inside, and you let out a strangled groan, your hips jerking forward into Nakyoung again. Nakyoung giggled.
“God, you’re so sensitive,” Nakyoung teased, her fingers trailing down your chest. “How does Xinyu’s tongue feel, baby? Do you like what she’s doing to you? She’s getting you nice and ready for Sohyun, isn’t she?”
You shuddered, your hips stuttering as Xinyu’s tongue pressed deeper, more insistently. “Y-yes,” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling. “It feels… so good…”
Xinyu’s tongue circled your rim with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each flick sending jolts of electricity up your spine. Her hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as she worked you open with a practiced ease. You could feel the tension building in your lower belly, a coil threatening to snap, as your body responded to her every touch.
You felt her hand slide beneath you, her fingers gently nassaging your balls. The dual sensation was overwhelming—her tongue teasing your rim while her fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You groaned, your hips twitching involuntarily, and Nakyoung let out a breathy laugh.
“Someone’s enjoying themselves,” she said, her legs tightening around your waist as you continued to stretch her out. Her walls clenched around you, warm and wet, as if urging you deeper. “You feel so good inside me, baby. But I think Xinyu’s the one really making you lose it, huh?”
You couldn’t argue. Xinyu’s tongue was relentless, her fingers working in perfect harmony to drive you wild. Every flick, every press, every gentle squeeze sent you closer to the edge. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, and your fingers dug into Nakyoung’s hips as you tried to keep your rhythm.
“You’re doing so good,” Nakyoung whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “But I think… I think you’re ready for more, aren’t you?”
You barely had time to process her words before you felt Xinyu pull away, leaving you achingly empty. You groaned at the loss, but before you could protest, you heard the soft click of a bottle cap and the slick sound of lube being applied. Your heart raced as you realized what was coming next.
“Stay just like that.”
Sohyun’s voice cut through the haze, as she moved across the room.
You froze, your hips still buried deep inside Nakyoung, her warmth enveloping you. Xinyu’s hands were on your hips again, steadying you as Sohyun moved behind you. You could feel the heat of her body as she pressed close, her breath warm against your back.
“You’ve been so good for us,” Sohyun murmured, “But now it’s my turn to reward you.”
Nakyoung’s hands slid up your chest, her touch soothing as she whispered, “Take deep breaths.”
You nodded, your throat too dry to speak. Sohyun’s hands gripped your hips, her fingers digging into your skin as she positioned herself. The weight of her presence behind you was overwhelming, and you could feel the cool tip of the strap-on pressing against your entrance.
“Ready?” she asked, her voice teasing.
You swallowed hard and nodded again. “Y-yes.”
Sohyun smirked, her hand gripping the base of the strap-on as she applied pressure. “Good boy.”
The first press was slow, deliberate, and you tensed instinctively. But Sohyun’s hands were firm, holding you in place as she leaned over you, her breath hot against your ear.
“Relax,” she said. “I’ve got you.”
You forced yourself to breathe, to let the tension seep out of your muscles. And then, with a slow, steady push, she was inside you. The stretch was intense, but the way she filled you sent a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. You moaned, your head falling forward as she bottomed out, your hips pressed flush against Nakyoung’s.
“Fuck,” you gasped, your hands clutching at Nakyoung’s shoulders. “Sohyun…”
She leaned over you, her chest pressing against your back as she whispered, “Sssh, you’re doing so well.”
Her voice was soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to the commanding tone she’d used earlier. Her breath was warm against your ear, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow. You could feel her weight against you, the heat of her skin, the way her body molded to yours. It was grounding, comforting even, as you adjusted to the fullness of her inside you.
A beat passed, and you felt yourself starting to relax, the initial intensity giving way to a deeper, more insistent pleasure. Sohyun’s hands smoothed over your hips, her touch firm but gentle.
“I’m going to move now,” she murmured, “Just keep breathing for me, baby boy.”
Her hips pulled back slowly, dragging a whimper from your lips, before she thrust forward again, deeper this time. The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming, and you could feel Nakyoung’s walls clenching around you in response.
“Oh god,” Nakyoung moaned, her nails digging into your arms. “You feel so good… both of you…”
Xinyu’s hands were on your back now, her touch light and teasing as she watched the scene unfold. “Look at him,” she said, her voice filled with awe. “Taking it like a champ.”
Sohyun’s pace quickened, her thrusts becoming more deliberate, more demanding. Each movement sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel yourself losing control, your hips moving in time with hers. Nakyoung’s moans grew louder, her legs tightening around your waist as she urged you deeper.
“That’s right,” Sohyun growled, her hands gripping your hips tighter. “He loves Mommy’s strap.”
Sohyun’s thrusts were relentless, each one hitting a spot inside you that made your toes curl and your breath hitch. It was a kind of pleasure you hadn’t known you could feel, let alone crave. The stretch, the fullness, the way she dominated you—it was overwhelming in the best way. You were completely at her mercy, and you loved it.
Nakyoung’s walls clenched around you, her body trembling as she neared her own peak. “Fuck, baby,” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. “You feel so good… so deep…”
To the side, Xinyu had settled onto the edge of the bed, her legs spread as she touched herself. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes locked on the scene before her.
“Look at him,” she gasped, “Isn’t he perfect?”
Sohyun’s hands tightened on your hips, her thrusts growing harder, deeper.
“He is,” she agreed, her voice rough with desire. “Our perfect little toy. Aren’t you, baby?”
You could only nod, your voice lost in a moan as Sohyun’s strap-on brushed against that spot inside you again. Your hips jerked involuntarily, and Nakyoung let out a sharp cry, her body arching against yours.
“Two cocks, and I’m stuck with my hand,” Xinyu pouted, her fingers moving faster, her breath hitching as she teased herself. Her eyes flicked to you, a playful glint in them as she bit her lip. “Not fair, is it?”
Nakyoung let out a breathy laugh, her hips rolling against yours as she tightened around you. “Maybe you should try taking two next time,” she teased, her grin wicked. “See how well you handle it.”
The image popped into your mind, vivid and intoxicating: Xinyu, her body arched and trembling, stretched to her limit as she took two cocks at once. One of them could be yours—the thought alone sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. You could almost hear her gasps, see the way her nails would dig into the sheets, the way her lips would part in a silent scream as she was filled completely. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that it ripped a moan from your throat, your cock swelling inside Nakyoung as your hips jerked involuntarily.
“Oh?” Xinyu’s voice was a purr, her fingers slowing as she caught the way your body reacted. “Someone likes that idea, don’t they?” She tilted her head, her smirk growing wider as she watched you. “Maybe next time, baby boy, you can be the one to help me out. Think you can handle that?”
You couldn’t respond, your mind too hazy with desire, but the way your cock twitched inside Nakyoung was answer enough.
“You’re distracting him!” Nakyoung’s hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips parted as she panted. “Focus, baby,” she urged. “I’m so close…Fuck, I want to feel you…all of you…”
Not to be forgotten, you felt Sohyun press deep into you.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” she growled, her thrusts never slowing. “You’re going to fill Nakyoung up like a good boy. Show Mommy how much you love her cock.”
The combination of their voices, their touches, their demands—it was too much. Your hips stuttered, your rhythm faltering as pleasure overtook you. With a cry, you came, your body trembling as you spilled yourself inside Nakyoung. She cried out, her own climax crashing over her as she held you close.
Sohyun didn’t stop, her movements slowing but still relentless as she rode out your high.
“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice soft now, almost tender. “So good for us.”
Xinyu let out a breathless sob, her fingers pulled from her own snatch and coated in her juices. “That was beautiful.”
Sohyun’s hands slid up your back, her touch gentle now as she leaned over you. “You did so well,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Her movements came to a slow stop, her body still pressed against yours as she held you close. “You worked so hard for this reward, baby boy. I’m proud of you.”
Her voice was soft, almost reverent, as she smoothed her hands over your skin, her touch soothing and grounding. “You took everything so perfectly,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. “Our good boy. Our perfect boy.”
“Fuck…”
You whimpered in response, your body still shaking from the aftershocks. Beneath you, Nakyoung seemed to be in a similar state of exhaustion. But even as that exhaustion threatened to pull you under, you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.
A few weeks later…
“Look at you, taking his cock so well, aren’t you?”
Sohyun’s voice was low and commanding, her hand resting lightly on Xinyu’s throat as she guided her movements. Xinyu was seated atop her, Sohyun’s strap buried deep in her ass, while you stood in front, filling her from the other side. Xinyu’s head was tilted back, her lips parted in a breathless moan as she took you both, her body trembling with the effort.
You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight—Xinyu, usually so playful and teasing, now completely at the mercy of Sohyun’s control and your rhythm. Her nails dug into Sohyun’s thighs as she rocked back and forth, her breath hitching every time you thrust into her. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, of gasps and whispered praises, and you felt a surge of pride knowing you were a part of this.
You couldn’t help but reflect on how that night had changed everything.
Before, you had been the hacker, the mechanic, the one who kept their bikes running and their operations smooth. But now? Now you were something far more undefined, something deeper. You were theirs—not just a tool, but a part of their world in a way you hadn’t imagined possible.
And it wasn’t just your role in the gang that had shifted. In the bedroom, you had grown in confidence, learning to read their cues, to take control when they wanted you to, and to surrender when they demanded it. It was a dance, one you were still learning, but every moment with them felt like a step closer to mastering it.
“That’s it,” Sohyun murmured, her hand tightening slightly on Xinyu’s throat. “Take him just like that. Such a good girl for us.”
Xinyu’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto yours as she moaned. “Fuck, baby,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You feel so good… so deep…”
Her words sent a tingle down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smirk, your confidence growing with every thrust. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, your hands gripping her hips as you guided her movements.
Sohyun let out a low laugh, her free hand sliding up Xinyu’s side. “Look at him,” she said, her tone dripping with approval. “Our little hacker, all grown up.”
The praise sent a rush of warmth through you, and you couldn’t help but lean into it, your thrusts growing more deliberate, more confident. Xinyu’s moans grew louder, her body tightening around you as she approached her climax..
“That’s it,” Sohyun encouraged, her voice a low purr. “Make her come for us, baby boy. Show her what you’ve learned.”
Sohyun didn’t need to tell you twice.
Your movements became harder, rougher, as you aimed to drive Xinyu toward her release. You had quickly learned that Xinyu, for all her teasing and bravado, was every bit the princess of the gang that she accused Nakyoung of being. Sure, she could be an active participant when she wanted to, but there was something about the way she melted under your touch, the way she begged and gasped, that made it clear she loved being taken care of just as much as she loved taking control.
“Look at her,” Sohyun purred, her hand still resting on Xinyu’s throat, her thumb brushing lightly against her pulse. “So greedy, isn’t she? Couldn’t even wait for Nakyoung to join us.”
You found Sohyun’s words amusing, a smirk tugging at your lips.
In the weeks since that first night, none of the three women had seemed keen on sharing you with anyone else in the gang. It was always the four of you, a closed circle of trust and desire. You weren’t complaining—far from it. But it was hard not to notice the way they kept you to themselves, as if you were their little secret.
There had been a moment, not long after that first night, when Nien and Yubin had approached you with flirtatious smiles and suggestive comments. You’d been flattered, of course, but before you could even respond, Sohyun had appeared out of nowhere, quickly causing the other girls to scatter.
“Fuck!”
Xinyu’s moans grew louder, breaking you from your thoughts. Her voice was more desperate, her body trembling as she neared her peak.
“Please, daddy,” she gasped, her nails digging into Sohyun’s thighs. “Finish inside me…make me come…I need it, daddy, please…”
Her use of the word sent a jolt of heat through you, and you obliged, your thrusts growing faster, more urgent.
“You love this, don’t you?” you egged her on, your own release teetering on the edge, “Taking me and Sohyun at the same time, stuffed full like the hungry little cock slut you are. You’re so good for us, baby. Come on, come for us. Let go.”
You could feel her tightening around you, her body on the edge, and with one final, deep thrust, you pushed her over. Xinyu cried out, her back arching as she came, her walls clenching around you in waves of pleasure. The sensation was too much, and with a groan, you followed her over the edge, spilling yourself inside her as your hips stuttered against hers.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of ragged breaths and the occasional shuddering gasp. Sohyun’s hand slid from Xinyu’s throat to her shoulder, her touch gentler.
“Good girl,” she murmured,“You did so well.”
Xinyu could only nod weakly, her body still trembling as she leaned back against Sohyun, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
And then, as if on cue, the door swung open. Nakyoung stood in the doorway, a pizza box in one hand and her mouth half-open mid-sentence.
“I hope you like pepperoni—” she started, before her words caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: Xinyu still straddling Sohyun’s strap-on, your cock slowly slipping out of her as she caught her breath, and the general state of disarray that suggested exactly what had just happened.
For a moment, there was silence. Then Nakyoung’s voice cut through the room, sharp and incredulous.
“You started without me?!”
Sohyun let out a low chuckle, her hand still resting on Xinyu’s shoulder as she shot Nakyoung a tired but amused smile.
“She couldn’t wait,” Sohyun said, her tone dry but playful.
You couldn’t help but laugh, your own smile mirroring Sohyun’s as you leaned back, catching your breath. Xinyu, still half-delirious from her climax, tilted her head toward Nakyoung and gave a lazy wave.
“Hey, Naky~” she slurred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Nakyoung sighed, shaking her head as she set the pizza box down on a nearby table. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched as if she were fighting a smile. “I leave for twenty minutes…”
As you watched the three of them—Sohyun’s calm amusement, Xinyu’s blissed-out grin, and Nakyoung’s mock exasperation—you couldn’t help but think that this life, chaotic and unpredictable as it was, wasn’t so bad at all.
hanni x male reader (ft. background Danielle, Minji, and Haerin)
word count: 3,335
a/n: back from the grave with a topical one-shot. newjeans never die...
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does not represent any individuals, situations or real life.
summary: After a shake-up at Ador the whole staff were let go. You were brought in as part of the new hires, specifically to be one of the managers for NewJeans. Weary from the last regime, the members want to make sure that they can trust you, inviting you to a private meeting to see where your loyalties lie.
The last thing you expected when you were hired by Ador to be part of the new management for the global sensation NewJeans was to be called in for a meeting by the members themselves. You had expected you'd introduce yourself at some point, after all, you'd be one of the core managers after the staff turnover, but what you hadn't expected was for it to feel so formal.
You shifted in your seat, feeling slightly anxious as you waited for...whatever this was, to begin.
"Oppa, you don't have to be nervous," Danielle said, her voice as sweet as her appearance.
From the outside looking in, Danielle had always struck you as the sweetest of the bunch. The type of woman who would comfort anyone and brighten their day with kind words.
"Yeah, we just want to make sure everyone is on the same page" Minji added, seated to Dani's left. Her voice was soft, but more firm than Danielle's. Where Dani offered you a sweet, reassuring smile, Minji looked far more serious in her expression. It was hard not to be nervous.
"That's good to hear," you chuckled, trying to dispel the nerves. "When you four said you wanted to meet I was a little uneasy."
To call it unusual was an understatement. Yet here you were, in a chair seated across from four of the five members: Danielle, Minji, Hanni, and Haerin.
"It's been really hard to figure out who we can trust," Hanni chimed in. Her voice was sympathetic. As if she was finding the middle ground between the prior two. "With all this turnover, we just want to make sure the new staff has the right priorities."
You swallowed thickly. Why did that feel like a threat?
Your eyes turned towards Haerin, expecting her to chime in. But she merely continued to stay at you silently with her cat-like gaze. You shifted again in your seat slightly, trying to dismiss any feeling of discomfort and remain professional. You hadn't felt nearly this anxious during your initial interview for this position.
"I-I see. Well, that is understandable. It's a big change after all," you said. "Whatever I can do to help ease any concerns you might have, I'll do it."
"I knew you'd understand," Dani clasped her hands together, her smile beaming.
Minji, however, seemed less convinced. "We'll see."
Hanni folded her hands on the table that was situated between the four of them and you, her eyes compassionate. "The one thing we're most worried about is loyalty. The last staff was loyal to HYBE. We want to make sure that you are loyal to us. That you won't do anything to hurt us. That you'll listen to us."
Her voice lowered an octave at the last part.
"That sounds...reasonable."
Honestly, it sounded complicated. You hadn't exactly signed up for being part of some corporate politics when you submitted your resume. But, you supposed you could understand where they were coming from. They had been hurt and wanted to make sure they could trust you. Fair enough. "How can I prove myself?"
"Meow," Haerin spoke up.
You blinked, confused. "Um, excuse me?"
"She said she wants you to take off your pants," Minji provided.
"My...pants...?"
Had you heard her right? Surely you must have misheard. Yet you looked at each woman; the subtle glint in Minji's eyes, Hanni's lips curved in the hint of a smile, Dani's soft encouragement, and Haerin with her un-blinking feline gaze. There was no hint of this being a prank or a joke. They were serious. You felt your blood rush a bit quicker at that realization.
“It’s just a little request. You said you'd prove yourself, right?”
It was Dani's sweet voice that broke the tension. Her question leads you toward the answer she wanted to hear.
You felt heat rising to your cheeks. This was insane. Unhinged even. And no doubt not covered under any HR guidelines. You could get up and walk out that door. You'd probably lose your job but at least you'd keep your clothes on. Then again, you'd also prove you weren't someone who could be trusted. And, quietly, the idea of standing before them with fewer clothes stirred something inside of you.
Wordlessly you stood, your fingers moving to the button of your slacks as you undressed. It was hard not to feel a little self-conscious as you stripped down but you got on with it, eventually standing before them in just your boxers and shirt.
You could feel their eyes devouring you.
Hanni leaned over to Minji, whispering something in her ear. Dani continued to smile, while Haerin's expression remained unreadable.
"Is this good enough?"
"Meow."
You looked over at Minji for a translation.
"And your boxers."
"What?"
Your eyes widened. She was fucking with you, surely. You looked back to Haerin to see if that was a mistranslation. She, however, stared back at you, waiting for you to fulfill her request. Your cock twitched, another shiver running down your spine.
"Not now, dammit," you muttered at your cock but to no avail.
"Not now?" Hanni repeated, misunderstanding, "So, you don't want to work with us, oppa?"
"No, that's not what I meant --"
"I told you we couldn't trust him."
"Guys, just give him a second!"
You could only sit there as Minji, Danielle, and Hanni broke out into disagreement over your participation. Your gaze drifted towards the far end of the table where Haerin sat with her same stoic expression and feline gaze directed right at you. It was as if the chaos around her didn't matter, she was waiting for you to fulfill her request. It was hypnotizing and slowly you found your hands drifting towards the waistband of your boxers.
You swallowed thickly, hesitating for a moment. The bickering between the members was growing louder, but all of it seemed to fade into the background as Haerin's stoic gaze practically dared you to go just one step further.
This is insane, you thought. There was no HR manual in existence that could prepare you for this situation. And yet, you felt a dangerous thrill coursing through your veins. You were here, in a room with four of the most influential idols in the industry, and they had made it clear: you were either with them or against them.
"Oppa?" Dani's voice snapped you out of your trance. They had apparently caught on to your subtle movement and the discussion had briefly stalled. There was still a gentle sweetness to her voice but there was something else to her tone. Almost like a hopeful plea.
Hanni leaned back in her chair, her expression shifting to one of disappointment. "I think Minji is right, he can't do it."
You could feel the situation slipping through your fingers. If you didn’t act now, there’d be no recovery from this. You'd be out of a job and you'd have lost all their trust. For some reason, the latter felt more painful than the former. Without another word, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband and pushed your boxers down, stepping out of them with as much composure as you could muster.
The room went silent.
Dani's eyes flickered down, her mouth slightly agape in shock. Hanni let out a quiet giggle as she leaned forward onto her elbows, peering at your cock from over the table. Minji’s stoic facade cracked just a bit, a glint of approval in her eyes. But it was Haerin who captured your attention the most. Her gaze slowly roved over your exposed body, her expression unreadable. Then, she leaned back, finally breaking eye contact to glance at Minji.
“Meow,” she said again, her voice low and even softer than before.
“What’s she saying now?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly, betraying your nerves.
Minji leaned forward with her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her intertwined fingers. “She says you’ve passed the first test.”
"I knew you could do it, oppa!" Danielle cheered clasping her hands together.
“The...first test?” you repeated, your heart sinking as you realized what that implied.
"Did you think this was it? You wanted to prove your loyalty, didn’t you?”
You swallowed thickly, your eyes darting from Danielle's happy expression to Minji's business-like demeanor and Haerin's unreadable disposition. All the while Hanni's gaze seemed completely focused on your hard cock.
"Alright," you nodded, steeling your nerves a bit. You had come this far, how much worse could it get? "If that's what it'll take. I'm ready for whatever you have to put me through."
"Oh, can I do the next one? Please?"
It was Hanni who spoke up with a newfound excitement, breaking from her trance.
"We agreed it'd be Minji who handled it," Danielle whispered.
"So?"
Minji looked over at Hanni, one eyebrow raised, “Fine. Go ahead, Hanni. Just remember what we talked about.”
Hanni's face lit up at being given the green light. She quickly pushed her chair back, practically bouncing on her feet as she made her way over to you. The rest of the members leaned back, watching her with varied expressions — Dani with her usual supportive smile, Minji with a calculating gaze, and Haerin, as always, unreadable, though you thought you detected a flicker of interest in her eyes.
You tried to hold your ground, but it was hard not to feel a shiver of anticipation as Hanni stopped in front of you, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something else you couldn’t quite place. The way she was looking at you made your skin tingle and your cock twitch. Despite the uncertainty of it all you still managed to be horny in the middle of it. It was a fact you tried to push aside lest your embarrassment get the best of you.
“Oppa,” she said, her voice sing-song and dripping with excitement, “you said you’re ready for whatever we put you through, right?”
You nodded, your throat dry. “That’s right.”
Hanni’s smile widened, and she reached up, her fingers brushing along your jawline in a surprisingly gentle touch. She tilted her head, almost as if she were examining you. “You’re really cute when you’re nervous,” she teased, her voice a whisper meant only for you.
She took a step back and, without breaking eye contact, dropped to her knees in front of you. Your breath hitched at the sight, the tingling anticipation intensifying tenfold. What was she planning?
“I’ve got a little game for us to play,” Hanni continued, her fingers tracing down the side of your thigh.
"A game?"
"Mhmm."
Dani giggled behind her hand, while Minji leaned forward slightly.
Hanni leaned closer, her hands now resting on your hips. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, and it took everything in you not to shiver. She looked up at you through her lashes, her sweet smile taking on a devilish edge.
“You proved you can follow instructions already, but can you show self-restraint?"
Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded. “I -- yes. I can."
“Let's find out,” she purred. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly dragged her nails down your thighs, the sensation sending a shiver through your entire body. “I want you to close your eyes and hold still. And no peeking!”
You hesitated for a brief moment, but the way she was looking at you made it impossible to refuse. With a deep breath, you let your eyes flutter shut, trusting her completely, even though you knew you were stepping into uncharted territory.
“Don’t move a muscle, oppa. Not unless I tell you to.”
You opened your mouth to confirm that you understood her instruction when you felt Hanni's fingers wrap around your engorged cock. You hissed, breathing in sharply and resisting the urge to arch into her touch. Had she lost her mind?! Then again, as much as you might've wanted to morally grandstand at that moment, the thoughts were quickly washed away by her other hands beginning to fondle your balls.
"You can do it!" Danielle said supportively.
She's right, you thought. You just had to focus. A simple handjob was nothing you couldn't handle. Hell, with your eyes closed you could just pretend it was no different than getting yourself off.
Just when you were beginning to feel confident about your chances, you felt something soft press against the sensitive head of your cock followed by something warm and wet. No, not something. It was Hanni's lips and mouth enveloping your cock while her hand held your shaft steady.
"Oh fuck..."
You let out a moan, doing your best to remain still, your toes curling in on themselves as Hanni sunk lower and lower onto your cock until you were hitting the back of her throat and even then she continued. You resisted the urge to tangle your hands in her hair as her nose came flush against your groin, swallowing your cock whole and deep-throating you for a long moment. What you wouldn't give to be able to open your eyes and look down to see the sight kneeling in front of you. To see Hanni Pham with your cock buried down her throat as she looked up at you with those pretty eyes.
"Go Pham Hanni!" Dani cheered on her group mate.
After a second longer, Hanni began to slowly pull off your cock, letting out a slurping sound before finally coming off it with a pop.
Unbeknownst to you she had a glazed-over look in her eyes, her gaze thick with lust.
"So far so good..."
She said, almost sounding distracted. You had a feeling she was enjoying this more than simply being a test but swallowed down the thought as you felt Hanni suck the tip into her mouth, her tongue grazing along the underside of your shaft. She licked down your shaft, taking your cock deeper into her mouth again as she started to move her head with short, quick bobs.
She relaxed her throat, taking you deeper, faster, and all you could do was curl your fingers into your palms and force your eyes shut with considerable effort. The rest of the room was noticeably quiet outside of the sounds of Hanni mouth-fucking herself on your cock and the occasional encouragement from Dani. Whether they were enjoying the show or simply watching with studious gazes, you hadn't the slightest clue. What you did know was the thought of them watching as Hanni swallowed you down greedily again and again had you aching between her lips.
Hanni came off your cock once more, her breathing ragged. "D-did he fail yet?"
"Not yet."
It was Minji who answered.
"Good."
Hanni gave a long lick over the thick vein on the underside of your cock, going from base to tip. You shivered but remained in place. Her tongue teased the slit at the tip of your cock, swirling around it before taking your length between her lips once again. Her hands braced herself against your thighs as she began bobbing her head in earnest.
"It feels good doesn't it?"
"You have no idea."
"I can tell. I bet you want to grab her head and fuck her mouth, don't you? You want to thrust your cock between those pretty lips until you finish."
You felt Hanni moan around your cock, sending reverberations along your shaft.
Minji continued, her hands folded neatly with her elbows propped up. "This is why we need this test. Self-control is crucial. There will be people who try to sway you—bribery, favoritism, or worse. They might offer money, promise promotions, or even tempt you with something... a bit like what Hanni’s doing right now.”
You felt Hanni's lips smile around your cock at that.
"Meow."
Danielle glanced at Haerin, then turned back to you with a reassuring smile. "Haerin's got a point. We just want to see if you can handle this. You get what we're asking, right, Manager-nim?"
Some part of your brain was recognizing the importance behind their words. The logic behind. Unfortunately, whatever part of your brain wasn't overloaded with pleasure sensors as Hanni played with your balls while continuing to suck your cock was too busy doing your best not to blow your hot load right down the singer's throat.
Your throat felt dry, and you're head was spinning. All you could do was nod quickly, forcing out the words, "Y-yes, I understand."
All the while your entire body trembled as you stood there, eyes clamped shut, hands balled into fists at your sides. You felt your toes curling against the cold floor, desperately trying to ground yourself as you fought to maintain your composure as Hanni continued to suck your cock. It was almost too much, and you could feel yourself reaching the breaking point.
“H-Hanni, please…” you managed to gasp out, your voice strained, but you bit your lip, trying to hold back a desperate plea. You knew better than to give in now. Not when you were this close.
"Meow."
Danielle's lips spread into a smile. "I think you're right, he's getting close. You've done so good holding back, manager-nim!"
Dani's praise fell on deaf ears. Your mind was gone at that point, focused only on holding onto whatever shred of control you had left for as long as possible. Amidst the pleasure and internal struggle you were experiencing there was a shuffling of feet and then silence, only filled by the lewd sounds of Hanni's lips around your aching length. You waited, every nerve in your body on edge. Finally, Hanni pulled off your cock with a long slurp and a pop, her hand still stroking you as she spoke up.
“Alright, oppa. You can open your eyes now.”
You exhaled sharply, almost in relief, and slowly let your eyelids flutter open. The sight that greeted you made your breath hitch.
Hanni was still there, her delicate fingers stroking your aching cock. Her lips were red and swollen with evidence of her efforts, a bit of saliva spilling at the side of her mouth. However, she was no longer alone. She was now joined by Danielle, Minji, and Haerin, all kneeling next to her on the floor, the four of them lined up in a row before you. It was a sight that felt like something out of a fever dream — four of the most sought-after idols in the world, on their knees before you, gazing up with expressions that ranged from sweet to stern.
“Oppa, you did so well!” Danielle was the first to speak, her voice filled with genuine warmth and excitement.
“You didn’t break. Even when we pushed you. You listened to us when it mattered the most,” Minji said.
Her tone was even but there was a hint of approval in her soft eyes. Haerin, as always, remained the most unreadable. But you took the fact that she was there kneeling next to the others as her approval.
"T-thanks, ah, this would be a lot easier if..."
"Oh!"
As if remembering the obvious the four girls leaning in close, looking up at you as Hanni stroked your cock faster.
"Manager-nim, you can cum right now."
The sultry words left her lips and that was all it took. The pressure valve was released and your cock twitched in her grasp, painting the faces of all four members with your seed. From your balls to the tip of your cock you felt it washing over you. A feeling so intense that you nearly blacked out from the experience.
As you regained your composure with deep breaths, you looked down at the sight before you. "Shit..."
And what a sight it was.
"Manager-nim, welcome to the family," Hanni said, wiping some of your cum off her face and licking it off her finger. "We'll be counting on you!"
"Meow!"
You could only chuckle, drained literally and metaphorically. "I look forward to working with you all."
premise: Inspired by those "your birth month is your ex gf and your current gf" slideshows on tiktok. Might do more of these because they are light and fun.
pairing: Wonyoung x Male Reader
content warning/kinks: cheating, daddy kink, anal
a/n: happy sunday, always lube up properly o7
audio version (note: audio version is without daddy kink bc i got too lazy to edit around it)
wc: 2.4k
"Isn't she a little old for you?" Wonyoung asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
"You sound jealous."
She shrugged. "I'm not jealous. I just didn't realize Sunmi-sunbaenim was into robbing the cradle."
"I'm twenty-one," you pointed out. Surely grown enough to make your own decisions on who you dated.
"She's thirty-two," Wonyoung countered.
You let out an annoyed sigh, "I'm not doing this with you today, Wonyoung. Why did you want to meet?"
Wonyoung bristled at your directness, her posture straightening as she scoffed. "You start fucking some hag and you start acting brand new around me."
"Some hag? Really? Wasn't it you who kept saying how much you adored Sunmi-sunbaenim?"
"That was before she took what was mine."
You let out a bark of dry laughter. "I'm not yours. I don't belong to you, Wonyoung."
A healthy response would have been to accept the setting of boundaries and acknowledge their mistake. Which naturally meant that Wonyoung took your words as a challenge.
"Is that right?" she asked, taking a step towards you. "You belong to her now, huh?"
"That's right." Which wasn't exactly true. You didn't think you belonged to anyone but something about the entitlement she was acting with made you respond out of indignation.
What you didn't expect was for her hand to reach out, manicured fingers sliding down to grasp your crotch. "Then why do I still get you hard?"
"Wonyoung -- "
A thin eyebrow arched itself, the picture of arrogance. "Are you going to deny it?"
"Your delusional."
"Am I?" She began to massage your cock over your clothing, and despite your protest, your cock was all too eager to respond to her familiar touch. "Are you telling me if I bent over right now you wouldn't fuck me against this wall?"
God you hated her. Or at least you should. The reality was that despite your separation. Despite the toxicity that had existed in your relationship. Despite being in a happy relationship now. There would always be a part of you that was weak to her. To both her advances and her behavior.
As if sensing your wavering disposition, her touch became heavier. "I'm not wearing any panties under this skirt," she said her tone taking on an innocent air. "Just the way Daddy likes."
That was all it took.
It was pathetically easy in the end for Wonyoung to get you to snap. Though, if anyone was going to be capable of it, it was going to be her. She knew you too well, for better and for worse. In fact, you wouldn't be surprised if her whole look today; the mid-thigh length skirt, the cropped blouse that was a size too small and hugged her frame as a result. She even let her hair down today so it'd be easy for you to grab it. Combine that with her lack of underwear and calling you daddy and, well, you never stood a chance.
You surged forward, gripping Wonyoung's shoulders and spinning her to face the wall. She lead out a delighted fit of laughter as she arched her back, pressing her ass against your groin. Your hands moved to your buckle, shoving down your pants to free your cock from its denim cage.
"I can't stand you, you know that?"
Wonyoung giggled as she tossed you a look over her shoulder, "Whatever you say, Daddy."
With cock in hand you used the other to shove her skirt up, revealing that she had spoken true in her words. You could see her bare pussy, practically begging for you. You bit your bottom lip, hating that the thought of missing this crossed your mind. "You were waiting for this weren't you?"
"Can you tell?" Wonyoung smiled wickedly, "Can't you see how wet I am for you?"
You could. And if you needed any further confirmation you ran your cock between her legs, coating it in her arousal. You had to stop yourself from delving into any further foreplay. This was just a one-time fuck to get it out of your system. At least that was what you told yourself. But as you slipped the tip of your cock into her and began to thrust forward, you were reminded of why it had been so hard to quit Wonyoung in the first place.
"Oh fuck yes, Daddy," Wonyoung said, her back arching further. "You feel how you're stretching my tight pussy? You haven't felt that in a while have you?"
You bit back the urge to tell Wonyoung that wasn't how that worked. Now wasn't the time for a biology lesson nor defending your girlfriend's honor. Instead you focused on stuffing her inch by inch, watching as her pussy swallowed more and more of you until you were pressed flush against her ass.
"Oh, fuck," you groaned out, your head falling forward slightly.
Your brow furrowed slightly. "Don't think I'm won over that easily."
Refusing to give into the sentiment that she was suggesting you slipped your cock out of her before stuffing her again and again. You repeated the process, each time going a bit hard, a bit faster while making sure she felt every inch of your cock. The truth was it was fucking heavenly. Sex had never been the reason your relationship fell apart. And even now months later it was like returning to something familiar. Despite yourself you wanted to enjoy this, for however long it lasted.
Your fingers moved to tangle in her dark, wavy locks, pulling her head back as her lithe body shook with your rough thrusts.
"You like that, Wony? This is what you wanted right?" You taunted, giving into the moment as you seized back control.
"Yes!"
"You couldn't find anyone else to fuck you this good could you?"
"Noo," she moaned.
You tugged on her hair roughly, "No, what?"
"No one fucks me this good, Daddy!" Wonyoung cried out.
You rewarded her diligent response with a spank on her fit ass.
"Mmmfph!" She moaned, biting her bottom lip as you continued to fuck her roughly. You could feel her walls tightening around you, her juices already dripping around your cock each time you pulled out of her. The telltale signs that her first orgasm was on the horizon were there for you to see. The way her cheeks flushed, the way her mouth hung upon as she did her best to hold herself against the wall. All she needed was for you to push her over the brink.
"Are you going to come for me? Come for daddy," you whispered against her the shell of her ear as you stuffed her.
"F-fuck! I'm coming!" Wonyoung cried out, not even bothering with trying to contain her moans of pleasure. The look on her face was pure ecstasy and you found it was a look that, despite having near memorized it, it was one you missed.
Her walls tightened around your length as her orgasm shook her body. You were relentless, continuing to fuck the top idol through her climax. One arm slipped around her waist should her legs go weak on her. By the time it was all over she had leaned forward, her face pressed against the wall, her eyes slightly glazed over as her body rocked with your slower thrusts.
As you looked at her perfect ass still pointed out to you, an idea popped into your head.
"Don't move" you instructed her, though you weren't sure if she comprehended you.
You slipped your cock out of her, ignoring the lazy "Hey..." That came from Wonyoung at your action. You were still achingly hard and now thoroughly coated in her juices. That would come in handy soon enough. You got down on your knees, spreading her firm cheeks. Her pussy lips were swollen from your rough fucking but that wasn't your target, instead your tongue was probing her asshole, much to Wonyoung's surprise.
"W-what are you doing," she asked, the intrusion bringing her some of her senses back. Still, she made no move to stop you.
Her inaction only emboldened her as your tongue worked her backdoor. In all the months the two of you had spent together. In all the spontaneous sessions that broke out between you whether it was loving or after a fight, this was the one hole that Wonyoung had never let you claim. In fact, she had been adamant about it every time you even mentioned it. But you had a plan for that now. When you were satisfied you withdrew your tongue and moved to test her hole with your index finger.
"Really, what are you up to back there?" Wonyoung said, letting out a shaky breath.
"Ssh, just relax," you instructed her.
"You – fuck – you know that's off-limits," she returned.
Now was your trump card.
"Sunmi let me fuck her ass."
A poignant pause hung in the air. It was as if Wonyoung was considering what you had just said. Though, given her actions thus far, you had a feeling you already knew her mind was made up. Wonyoung wasn't nearly as cut-throat as some made her out to be but she wasn't someone who took kindly to coming in second place. Least of all when it came to you.
"Make sure you don't go to hard" she finally said. "And you better soak your cock, I'm not some stretched out hag."
"Unnecessary," you chided her. Still, she was right on one point. You returned your tongue to her asshole, preparing it the best you could before moving back to your feet. Your cock slipped inside of Wonyoung again, giving her a few rough thrusts before pulling out and applying some more natural lubrication of your own as you spit on your cock. Finally you were ready. Well, as ready as you could be. Mostly your cock was just aching at the thought of finally being inside Wonyoung's ass.
You positioned your tip at her entrance, gently beginning to push the head forward. "Remember to relax," you said, a hand on her lower back.
"Oh, fuck," Wonyoung swore, her cheek pressed against the wall. "You're too fucking big."
"I thought you liked that," you taunted her.
"Shut up," she groaned.
You couldn't help but chuckle. There was the Wonyoung you knew. Not the princess she pretended to be in front of the camera. You continued pushing ahead, slow and steady as the head of your cock finally penetrated her.
"Holy shit..." You muttered under her breath.
"Fuck. Just....wait there a second," Wonyoung muttered, one long arm reaching back to press against your hip as she got accustom to the new stretch.
You were more than happy to abide. Even just having past the head of your cock in her ass had you reeling. You knew that some of your reaction would be based on the novelty of it. On the fact that you were fucking Jang Wonyoung's ass for the first time. That you were the only person to ever do so. But the truth was it also felt far better than you could have imagined. It wasn't your first time. You hadn't lied when you said that Sunmi had taken you first. And, to be fair, you had loved it then too. But it had been different. You had merely experienced it as Sunmi rode you, in control the entire time. On top of that,t here wasn't the same history. As much as you hated to admit it, it didn't compare to this.
"Okay," Wonyoung said, breaking you from your thoughts, "You can move."
That was all you needed to hear. You pushed forward, inch by inch watching as her hole stretched around your cock until you made it about halfway down the length of your shaft.
"This will have to do," you grunted.
You began to move your hips, slowly at first as you rocked against her before adding more vigor. Steadily with drawing your cock before filling her backdoor again and again. Soft pants left Wonyoung as her nails dug into your flesh, her hand holding onto your thigh.
"How does it feel," you asked her.
"Like I'm being split in half," she groaned.
"And?"
Wonyoung was silent for a moment before a breathless, "...so good."
"Yeah?" Your cock twitched inside of her.
She nodded, her eyes closed, "Fuck yes. Fuck, your cock feels so good inside my tight little asshole."
"That's right," you said, picking up the pace. "And no one will make you feel like this."
"It's all yours," Wonyoung moaned. "Always yours, Daddy."
Somewhere along the way you had transitioned to the one who was laying a possessive claim as opposed to Wonyoung. Whatever, you tossed it up to the heat of the moment. This changed nothing but it did motivate you to see this through to the end. After that it'd be like this never happened but until then her ass was yours.
Your grip on her hips tightened as your pace increased, pounding her backdoor. Wonyoung's hand dipped between her thighs, rubbing her clit as she chased her second orgasm.
"Fuck!" She chanted, becoming more vocal as her climax drew near.
"I'm going to come," you grunted. "I'm going to fill you up."
Wonyoung didn't have the capacity to reply, instead her mouth fell open in a silent cry as her second orgasm washed over her. Not one to be a liar you finally managed to fit your entire length into her ass, just in time for your own release to hit you. Your cock swelled before spilling an obscene amount of cum into her bowel. As you pulled your cock out you watched your cum ooze out of her puckered hole.
"Jesus christ..." You muttered, chest heaving. The sight alone was damn near enough to make you want a round two.
For once Wonyoung didn't have a smart comeback, instead slowly sinking to the ground in a heap, her cheek still pressed against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. Idly you couldn't help but wonder if this was how she imagined this encounter was going to go when she first confronted you. Maybe you'd get to ask her once some of her senses returned. For now you just wanted to bask in the pleasure of what had just happened without thinking too hard.
TWO WEEKS LATER.
"Un-fucking-believable."
You stared at your phone, watching as the latest tiktok reel came across your screen. You watched as your girlfriend, Sunmi, and your ex-girlfriend, Wonyoung, completed a dance challenge together. Of course, Sunmi had no idea about your past relationships. Wonyoung on the other hand was well aware.
And yet here she was, doing a dance challenge with the same woman whose boyfriend had been fucking her ass not two weeks earlier.
You could only shake your head in disbelief and some mild concern. "What the hell are you plotting, Wony."
