"You want to tell me something Jinsoul?" you ask, eyeing her top.
"Hmm? No no, just felt like wearing it," she answers airily, but you know better. You had been coming home tired from work, and you might have pushed your clingy girlfriend away one too many times. And of course she would be a little petulant... brat? No, princess, about it.
"Are you sure? Feels like the top is sending me a message." Jinsoul doesn't resist when you bend her over the dining table.
"P-Projecting much?" she gasps, feeling your lips on her lower back and following her jeans over her cheeks and thighs as you peel the tight fitting denim down.
"I am feeling hungry." You sink your teeth into Jinsoul's ass, leaving shallow bite marks as she complains and kicks back pointlessly.
"Yah!"
"Ok, ass eaten, check. Looks like your bottom is sending me a message too." You brush a finger over the damp spot on her panties and watch it grow - maybe you really did push Jinsoul off one too many times. "Or am I projecting?"
"If you get the message then hurry up and do something!" she whines. You do exactly that, and in a few seconds you're licking and Jinsoul's leaking, her juices spilling down your chin. Her moans are singing in the room, every lick that drifts close to her clit making them rise in pitch. You're singing in a rain of Jinsoul's juices, humming and adding vibrations to your meal.
Jinsoul's enjoying herself - finally you were paying attention to her! She felt a little bad at wearing the top, guilting you into doing this, but she was really horny, and you're not really that tired right?
"Eee! Nnngh oppa!" She can't help herself when you finally lick her clit and kiss it with your lips, and Jinsoul explodes over your face. A strangled moan escapes her when you keep eating her through her orgasm, and her legs kick weakly back against you in protest. When she's done drooling on the table Jinsoul finds herself on her back, looking up at you, your face shining with her juices.
"Eat you, check." You take her hand, making sure she wipes you clean, before taking a finger and sucking on it. With a playful smirk she dips her own hand between her legs before presenting you with more fingers to eat.
"Eat your finger, check. Happy?"
"No!" Jinsoul pouts. The stylist made me cover up the last line of the top, said it was too provocative.
"Eat your ass, eat you, and eat your finger was not provocative enough?" Jinsoul rolls her eyes and pulls up a picture.
Fuck me
Jinsoul finds her legs on your shoulders, and somehow you've already dropped your pants.
"Wait not heee- re!" She squeals.
Best top ever, is Jinsoul's last thought as you slam yourself deep into her.
A/N: Just something short and dumb lol, Yakuza just came out so rip to writing, slowly working through next draft. Thanks for reading!
You’re lying on your bed at night, phone in hand, scrolling through OnlyFans page just because you’re bored. Nothing serious, just killing time before sleep.
You tap on random profiles, laugh at some weird ones, skip most.
Then one thumbnail stops you cold.
It’s Yeonji. Your classmate Yeonji.
She is sitting on a bed in soft lighting, wearing a loose white top that’s slipping off one shoulder. Her face is turned a little, but you know that small nose, those big eyes, the way her dark hair falls just past her chin.
The one who always sits in the back row, speaks so quietly the teacher has to ask her to repeat everything, blushes when anyone looks at her too long.
Your heart starts banging hard. No way. You zoom in. Same tiny mole under her left eye. Same habit of biting her lower lip when she’s nervous. It’s really her.
You sit up straight. Fingers shake a little as you click the profile.
Username is something simple like “ji.softie” with a pink heart emoji. Bio says: “shy girl trying new things ♡ tips make me brave hehe”.
Only three posts so far. The cheapest subscription is $8 a month.
You tell yourself you’re just checking if it’s really her, nothing creepy, just curious.
You hit subscribe. Card goes through in two seconds.
Inside there are only seven photos and one short video. The lighting is bad—yellow from a cheap lamp, shadows everywhere. The phone camera is shaky, focus is soft. But it’s her.
One picture she’s in a thin tank top and shorts, knees pulled up, looking down. Another one she’s lying on her stomach, shirt riding up her back a little.
The video is 12 seconds: she waves shyly at the camera, says in her small voice, “Hi… um… thank you for coming here… I hope you like it…”
You feel weird. Not excited like you thought you would. More like… worried? She looks so uncomfortable. The comments are mostly basic stuff, “cute”, “more pls”, one guy wrote “smile more baby”.
She replied to almost every single one with “thank youuu ♡” even though you can tell she’s forcing it.
You close the app. Stare at the ceiling for a long time.
Sleep doesn’t come easy.
Next morning at school you see her in the hallway. She’s wearing the usual oversized hoodie, backpack straps tight on both shoulders, head down as she walks. Same Yeonji. Like nothing changed.
You catch up to her near the lockers.
“Hey, Yeonji.”
She jumps a little, turns. Her eyes go wide when she sees it’s you.
“Oh… hi…”
Her voice is extra small today.
You scratch the back of your neck. “Um… can we talk somewhere? Just quick. Not here.”
She looks around like she’s scared someone’s watching. Then nods once.
You both end up in the empty stairwell on the third floor. No one ever comes here.
You take a breath. “I… I saw your page last night.”
Her face goes white. Like all the blood disappears. She steps back until her back hits the wall.
“You… what?”
“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” you say fast. “I swear. I just… I subscribed because I couldn’t believe it was you. And then I saw the pictures and… they’re really bad quality. Like, really bad. You deserve better ones.”
She stares at the floor. Hands twist the hem of her hoodie. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please. My family… they would kill me. I just needed money. Tuition is expensive and my mom’s working two jobs and—”
“Hey, hey, I’m not judging,” you cut in. “I get it. I’m not here to make you feel bad. I just… I have a camera. A real one. My brother used to do photography so he gave me his old DSLR and lights and stuff. I know how to use it. If you want… I can help you take better photos. Free. No weird stuff. Just so you look good and feel more confident.”
She finally looks up. Eyes shiny like she might cry. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you look scared in those pictures,” you say honestly. “And you don’t have to. Not if someone helps a little.”
She’s quiet for almost a full minute. Then she whispers, “You really won’t tell?”
“Never. Pinky promise if you want.”
A tiny laugh slips out of her. First time you’ve heard her laugh. “You’re so childish.”
“Yeah well, it works.”
She bites her lip. Thinking. Then nods slowly. “Okay… but only if we do it somewhere safe. And… nothing too much. Just cute stuff. I’m not… I’m not ready for anything crazy.”
“Sure. Only what you’re comfortable with.”
That Saturday she texts you the address of her aunt’s empty apartment. Her aunt is overseas for three months, so the place is free. You show up at 2 p.m. with your camera bag, tripod, two softbox lights, and a reflector disk.
She opens the door wearing a simple baby blue dress she probably bought for the page. Hair down, light makeup. She looks nervous but she tries to smile.
“Hi…”
“Hi. Nice place.”
“Yeah… quiet.”
You set up in the living room. Big window with white curtains, good natural light. You show her how the lights work, explain soft shadows vs hard ones. She listens carefully, nodding even though you can tell she’s still scared.
“Okay,” you say. “Let’s start easy. Just sit on the couch. Look at me, then look away. Whatever feels natural.”
She sits. Crosses her legs. Looks at you for two seconds then looks down at her hands.
Click. Click.
“You can relax your shoulders,” you tell her. “Breathe out slow.”
She does. A little better.
“Nice. Now maybe lean back a bit. Rest your arm on the back of the couch.”
Click. Click.
She starts to loosen up after ten minutes. Starts moving on her own. Turns her head, plays with her hair, gives a small shy smile.
“That one’s good,” you say, checking the screen. “You look really pretty here.”
She blushes hard. “Stop…”
“I’m serious. Look.”
You turn the camera so she can see. Her eyes go big.
“Oh… that’s me?”
“Yup. Told you the camera makes a difference.”
She smiles for real this time. Small, but real.
You do more poses. Some standing by the window. Some sitting on the floor with knees up. Nothing sexy, just soft and cute like her page says. She even giggles when you tell her to “do the cute peace sign thing”.
After an hour she says, “Can we try… maybe lying down? Like one of the photos I already posted?”
“Sure. Where?”
She points to the bedroom. “There’s better light.”
You move everything. She lies on her stomach, chin on her hands, kicking her feet a little. You get low angle shots, tell her to look at the camera then look away dreamy-like.
Click.
“Perfect,” you say. “That’s gonna get a lot of likes.”
She laughs softly. “You think?”
“I know.”
When you’re done you sit on the floor together and go through the photos on the camera screen. Over 120 shots. At least thirty are really good.
“Which ones do you like?” you ask.
She points shyly. “This one… and this… oh this smile one is nice…”
You copy them to her USB drive. “You can edit them a little if you want. Or I can help with Lightroom next time.”
“Next time?” she asks.
“If you want. No pressure.”
She looks at you for a long second. Then says quietly, “Thank you. Really. I was so scared to post anything new. But now… I feel better.”
“You’re welcome.”
She walks you to the door. Before you leave she stops you.
“Um… can I hug you? Is that weird?”
You laugh. “Not weird.”
She steps forward and gives you a quick, tight hug. Smells like vanilla shampoo.
When she pulls back her cheeks are pink. “Don’t tell anyone about today either, okay?”
“Secret’s safe.”
You leave feeling lighter than you expected.
Next day, you check her page just once. She uploaded six new photos. The ones you took. Lighting perfect, focus sharp, her smile shy but real. Comments are going crazy: “Finally some good pics!”, “You look amazing”, “Queen behavior”. Tips pouring in.
She sent you one private message on OnlyFans.
“thank you for everything ♡ maybe next weekend… we can try video? only if you want”
You smile at your phone.
Yeah. You want.
Two weeks pass fast. You’ve met up three more times at her aunt’s apartment. Each session gets a little easier. She’s less jumpy now, laughs more when you joke about bad angles. You’ve shot maybe 600 good photos total.
She’s posted most of them—slowly, one or two a day. Her follower count went from 47 to 312. Tips are better too, but not great.
Last time you checked, she said she made enough for one month’s phone bill and half her textbook.
You’re at school again, Thursday lunch break. She finds you first this time, outside near the old basketball court where no one hangs out.
“Hey,” she says, voice still quiet but not shaking anymore.
“Hey. What’s up?”
She looks around, then steps closer. “Can we talk? Like… real talk.”
You nod. You both sit on the low concrete wall.
She pulls her knees up. “The new photos are doing okay. People like them. But… it’s still slow. I need more. Like… faster money. My mom’s landlord keeps calling about the rent.”
You stay quiet, let her talk.
“I was thinking,” she says, cheeks already pink. “Maybe… cuter but… sexier? Not naked or anything. Just… teasing. Like, showing a little more. Cleavage. Thighs. That kind of thing. People pay more for that, right?”
You feel your throat get tight. “Yeah. Probably.”
She looks at you quick, then away. “I’m scared to do it alone. The angles are hard. And I don’t want it to look… cheap. Like the first ones.”
You rub your hands on your jeans. “You want me to shoot those too?”
She nods fast. “Only if you’re okay. You can say no. I’ll understand.”
You think for a second. “I’m okay. As long as you’re sure. We stop anytime you say stop.”
Her shoulders drop like she was holding her breath. “Thank you. Really.”
“Saturday again?”
“Yeah. Same time.”
Saturday comes. You show up with the usual gear plus a couple extra things: a small fan for hair movement, and a soft blanket she asked for.
She opens the door in a loose white button-up shirt—way too big, sleeves rolled up—and black bike shorts. Hair loose, light lip gloss, no other makeup.
“Hi,” she says, smiling small.
“Hi. You ready?”
“Kinda nervous. But yeah.”
You set up in the living room first. Big window still gives the best light. She stands there fidgeting.
“Okay,” you say. “We start easy. Just unbutton the top two buttons. Lean forward a little when you sit.”
She does it slowly. Fingers shake a bit on the buttons. Shirt opens just enough to show the curve of her chest and a thin black bra strap. She sits on the couch, leans forward, arms pushing her chest together a little.
Click. Click.
“Chin down a bit,” you tell her. “Eyes up at me.”
She does. Bites her lip. Looks straight into the lens.
Click.
“Good. Really good. Now cross your legs. Let the shirt fall open more on one side.”
She shifts. Shirt slips off her shoulder. Skin looks soft in the light. Thighs press together, smooth and shiny from lotion she probably put on.
You swallow. Keep it professional. “Perfect. Tilt your head. Play with your hair.”
She twirls a strand around her finger. Gives a tiny smile, shy but teasing now.
Click. Click. Click.
After twenty minutes she’s looser. You move to the floor. She lies on her stomach on the blanket, legs bent up behind her, feet kicking lightly. Shirt rides up her back, shows the dip of her waist. You get low shots—her looking back over her shoulder, cleavage visible from the angle, thighs framed nicely.
“Arch your back a little,” you say.
She does. The curve makes everything look… inviting.
“Like that?”
“Yeah. Exactly like that.”
You show her one on the screen. Her eyes go wide.
“Wow… that’s… me?”
“Yup. Looks expensive.”
She laughs, embarrassed. “People will like this?”
“Guys will lose their minds.”
She blushes harder but nods. “Okay. Let’s do more.”
Next pose she sits against the couch, knees up, arms hugging them so her chest pushes forward. Shirt open three buttons now. You can see the lace edge of her bra. She lets one strap slip down her arm.
“Tease it,” you say. “Like you’re about to fix it but don’t.”
She hooks a finger under the strap, pulls it down more, then lets it hang. Looks at the camera with big eyes.
Click.
“God, Yeonji…” you mutter.
You move to the bedroom for the last set. Bed has white sheets, soft light from the lamp. She lies on her side, one leg bent, thigh exposed. Shirt falls open completely on one side—cleavage full now, bra barely covering. She props herself on her elbow, hair spilling over her shoulder.
“Touch your lip,” you say.
She does. Runs her finger across her bottom lip slow.
Click. Click.
“Now look away… like you’re shy but want them to keep watching.”
She turns her head, glances back quick, then away again. Smiles tiny.
Click.
You do a few more. Her on all fours, back arched, looking back. Shirt hanging loose, cleavage spilling forward. Then sitting up, knees apart a little, hands on her thighs, pushing them together then apart just enough.
Every click she checks with you.
“Is this too much?”
“No. It’s perfect. Sexy but still you.”
After an hour and a half she sits up, shirt half closed again. Breathing a little fast.
“I think… that’s enough for today.”
“Yeah. You did amazing.”
You both sit on the bed going through the shots. Over 180 photos. At least half are fire—teasing, cute, hot without crossing her line.
She picks twenty to edit later. “These ones… I think I can post. Maybe in sets. Like… ‘shy but brave today’ or something.”
She looks at you. “You’re really good at this. Like… you make me feel safe. Not weird.”
“I’m glad. That’s the point.”
She hugs her knees. Quiet for a bit. Then says, “Can I ask something personal?”
“Sure.”
“Do you… think I’m pretty? Like… for real? Not just saying it for the photos.”
You look at her. “Yeah. I do. Always have. Even before all this. You’re the prettiest girl in class. Just didn’t know how to say it.”
Her face goes bright red. She hides it in her hands. “Stoppp…”
“It’s true.”
She peeks through her fingers. “Thanks.”
You pack up slow. She walks you to the door like always.
Before you leave she stops you. “Next time… maybe we try video? Short clips. Like… me moving slow. Teasing more.”
“If you want.”
“I think I do. With you directing. You’re good at telling me what looks nice.”
“Okay. Just tell me when.”
She smiles. Small, real, a little bolder now.
“Next Saturday?”
“Next Saturday.”
You leave. Heart beating faster than usual.
That night she posts the first teaser photo on her page. Just her sitting, shirt open two buttons, looking at the camera with that shy-sexy smile.
Caption: “feeling brave today… what do you think? ♡”
Comments explode. Tips start coming in before you even close the app.
Your phone buzzes. Message from her private chat.
“already made $42 in ten minutes… thank you thank you thank youuu ♡ next week i want to try even cuter outfits. you pick one for me?”
You type back fast.
“I’ll bring ideas.”
Saturday rolls around again. You show up at the aunt’s apartment a little early, camera bag heavier because you brought the gimbal for smoother video and an extra memory card.
She opens the door in the same oversized white button-up and black bike shorts. But today the top three buttons are already undone, and she’s got on a lacy black bra that peeks out more than before. Hair’s a little messy like she just ran her fingers through it.
She looks… fuck, she looks hot. Like she knows it too.
“Hi,” she says, “Come in.”
You set up in the bedroom this time. Bed made with fresh white sheets. You mount the camera on the tripod first, then switch to handheld with gimbal for the close stuff.
She sits on the edge of the bed, knees together, hands in her lap. “So… how do we start?”
“Short clips. 15-30 seconds each. We do a few simple ones first. Like… just you moving slow. Looking at the camera. Maybe play with your shirt.”
She nods. Bites her lip. “Okay. Tell me what to do.”
You hit record.
“Unbutton one more. Slow. Look down like you’re shy, then up at me.”
Her fingers move to the fourth button. Pops it open. Shirt falls apart more—cleavage deep now, the lace bra barely holding her in. She looks down, cheeks pink, then lifts her eyes slow to the lens.
You zoom in a little. Her breathing makes her chest rise and fall. Fuck. You shift your legs because you’re already getting hard. Jeans feel tight.
“Perfect. Now lean back on your hands. Arch a bit.”
She does. Shirt slips off both shoulders. Bra straps down. Thighs part just a little. She looks straight at you—through the camera—like she’s inviting something.
Click goes the shutter in your head even though it’s video. You’re close now. Maybe two feet away. You can smell her vanilla lotion mixed with something warmer.
“Touch your hair. Pull it back slow.”
She does. Neck exposed. Lips part a tiny bit.
You swallow hard. “Good. Now… trace your finger down your neck. Down to your chest.”
Her finger follows. Slow. Dips between her cleavage. She presses her arms together a little—makes it deeper. Looks up at you with those big eyes.
Your dick twitches. Hard. You adjust to hide how obvious it’s getting.
The clip ends. You stop recording. Breathing heavier than her.
“Want to see?” you ask.
She scoots closer on the bed. Your knees almost touch hers now. You turn the screen. She watches herself—close up, teasing, cleavage spilling.
“Wow,” she whispers. “I look… different.”
“You look amazing.”
She looks at you. Not the camera. You. “Thanks to you.”
You clear your throat. “Next one?”
“Yeah.”
This time she lies back on the pillows. Shirt open all the way now—bra fully visible, nipples hard under the lace. You get low, close to her thighs.
“Spread your legs a little. Just enough.”
She does. Bike shorts tight. She runs her hands up her inner thighs slow. Stops high up. Fingers brush the edge of the fabric.
You’re right there. Lens inches from her skin. Your face is close too. You can feel the heat off her.
“Tease it more,” you say, voice rougher than you mean.
She hooks a finger under the hem of her shorts. Pulls it aside just a bit—not showing everything, but close. Then her other hand slides down. Fingers press against the fabric over her crotch. Slow circles.
Holy shit.
You’re rock hard now. Painful. You shift again, try to focus on the frame.
She moans soft—just a tiny sound. Barely there. But it hits you like a punch.
“Like this?” she asks, voice breathy.
“Yeah… exactly like that.”
Her fingers move faster for a second, then slow again. She looks right at you. Eyes half-lidded.
“You’re close,” she says quietly.
You nod. “Handheld’s better for this.”
“No… I mean you. You’re hard, right?”
Your face burns. “Yeah.”
She smiles. Small, teasing. “Good. Means it looks real.”
She keeps going. Fingers pressing harder. Hips lift a tiny bit off the bed. Shirt falls completely open. Breasts almost out.
You keep filming. Professional. Barely. Every second feels like forever.
The clip ends. You stop. Hands shake a little.
She sits up slow. Doesn’t button anything. Just looks at you.
“Was that okay?”
“More than okay.”
She scoots even closer. Thighs brush yours now. “Can we do one more? Closer. Like… you hold the camera right here.”
She takes your hand. Guides it so the lens is maybe six inches from her chest.
“Record.”
You do.
She leans in. Breasts almost touch the lens. She cups them, pushes together. Deep cleavage. Then one hand drops back down—fingers slip under the shorts this time. Not inside, but rubbing over her clit through the fabric. Slow. Wet spot starting to show.
She whimpers. Real.
Your dick strains against your jeans. You’re dying to touch her. But you don’t. Professional. You promised.
“Yeonji…”
“Shh,” she says. “Just film.”
She rocks her hips a little. Fingers moving in tight circles. Breathing fast.
You zoom in more. Capture every detail—the way her thighs tense, the flush on her chest, the way her lips part.
Clip ends.
She stops. Pulls her hand out. Looks at you with glassy eyes.
“That… felt good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Silence. Heavy.
She reaches out. Touches your thigh. High up. Close to where you’re aching.
“You’re really hard,” she whispers.
“Can’t help it. You’re fucking hot.”
She laughs soft. “Thanks.”
Her fingers brush over the bulge. Just once. Light.
You suck in a breath.
“But… we keep it professional, right?” she says. Teasing now.
“Yeah,” you manage. “Your call.”
She pulls back. Buttons one button. Smiles shy again—like the old Yeonji peeked out.
“Maybe next time… we see.”
You nod. Pack up slow. Both of you quiet.
At the door she hugs you. Body presses close. You feel everything—her breasts against your chest, her heat.
“Thanks for today,” she murmurs.
“Anytime.”
She pulls back. “Check the page tomorrow. I’ll post one clip. The first one.”
“Okay.”
You leave. Hard as hell the whole walk home.
That night you check. She posted. 20-second teaser. Her unbuttoning slow, leaning forward, cleavage deep. Caption: “getting closer… do you like? ♡”
Tips flood in. Comments wild.
Your phone buzzes. Message from her.
“made $180 already… you’re magic. next saturday? i want to try… more. if you’re still okay being close.”
You type back.
“Still okay. More than okay.”
She sends three hearts.
You lie back. Hand slips down. Think about her fingers. Her moans. Her eyes.
Next Saturday arrives faster than you expect.
You barely slept the night before.
Your phone’s been buzzing with her notifications all week—little updates like “bought the lingerie today ♡” and “people keep requesting more close stuff… they said they’d tip big if I do lingerie set.”
Last night she sent a screenshot: one subscriber promised $500 if she posted a full lingerie video set. Easy money. She said yes.
You knock on the apartment door at 2 p.m. sharp. Heart hammering.
She opens it wearing a long black robe tied loose. Hair curled a little, makeup soft but bolder—redder lips, darker lashes. She looks nervous but excited.
“Hi,” she says, stepping aside. “Come in. I… um… got everything ready.”
Living room lights are already set up the way you taught her. Bed in the corner has new white satin sheets she must’ve bought. Camera gear’s half unpacked on the floor.
You set up quick. Tripod, gimbal, extra battery. She disappears into the bathroom for a minute, comes back without using the robe but draped on her arms.
Black lace lingerie. Thin straps, sheer cups that don’t hide much, high-cut bottoms that show the curve of her hips. Garters clipped to thigh-high stockings. She’s barefoot, toes painted pink.
“Wow,” you breathe out before you can stop it.
She blushes hard, crosses her arms over her chest. “Too much?”
“No. Perfect. Exactly what they’re asking for.”
She smiles small. “Okay. Let’s start.”
First clips are easy. She stands by the window, light hitting the lace just right. Turns slow. Lets the robe slip off her shoulders completely. You film from low angle—thighs framed, lace stretching over her breasts.
“Lean forward a little,” you say.
She does. Cleavage spills forward. Nipples press against the sheer fabric.
Click. Record.
Next she sits on the bed edge. Legs crossed, then uncrossed slow. Hands run up her thighs, trace the garter straps.
You move closer. Handheld now. Lens inches from her skin.
“Play with the straps,” you tell her. “Tease pulling them down.”
Her fingers hook under one garter. Tugs it down an inch, lets it snap back. Does it again. Looks straight at the camera—straight at you.
Your jeans are tight again. Harder than last time. You shift your weight.
She notices. Smiles tiny. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
She lies back on the pillows. Arms above her head. Back arches. Breasts lift. Lace strains.
“Spread your legs a bit,” you say, voice low.
She does. Knees apart. Hand slides down her stomach, over the lace panties. Fingers press lightly. Circles slow.
You’re right there. On your knees at the foot of the bed. Camera close to her inner thigh. You can see the damp spot starting on the black lace.
She whimpers. Soft. Real.
“More?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
She hooks her thumbs in the sides of her panties. Pulls them down just enough—barely an inch. Not showing everything, but close. Fingers slip under the fabric. Rubs herself slow. Hips roll up a little.
Fuck.
You’re throbbing. Can’t think straight. The camera’s shaking in your hand.
She looks at you. Eyes dark. “Come closer.”
You do. Crawl up the bed a little. Lens hovers over her stomach now. You’re almost on top of her—chest close to hers, knees between her spread thighs.
She reaches up. Fingers brush your wrist. Guides the camera lower. Right over her hand moving under the lace.
Her breathing’s fast. Chest rising quick. Nipples hard through the sheer cups.
You’re shaking. Can’t hold the angle steady anymore.
“Yeonji…”
She stops moving her hand. Looks up at you.
You hit stop on the camera. Set it aside on the nightstand. Careful. Still recording the audio maybe, but fuck it.
She doesn’t move. Just watches you.
You lean down slow. Give her time to say no.
She doesn’t.
Your lips brush her neck. Soft skin. Warm. Smells like vanilla and something sweeter now—arousal.
She gasps quiet. Head tilts back.
You kiss again. Open mouth this time. Tongue traces the line of her throat. Down to the hollow above her collarbone.
Her hands find your shoulders. Grip tight.
“Keep going,” she whispers.
You do. Kiss lower. Along the edge of the lace bra. Nudge the strap down with your teeth. Kiss the top swell of her breast.
She arches up. Presses herself closer.
Your hand slides to her waist. Fingers dig in a little. Feel the heat of her skin through the thin lace.
She moans soft. “Please…”
You pull back just enough to look at her face. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. Eyes glassy.
“You sure?” you ask. Voice rough.
She nods fast. “Yeah. I want… I want you.”
You kiss her neck again. Harder this time. Suck lightly. She whimpers.
Your hand moves down. Over her stomach. To the edge of her panties. Fingers brush where hers were.
She bucks a little. “Touch me…”
You do. Slip under the lace. Find her wet. Hot. Slide one finger slow along her slit.
She cries out small. Hips lift.
You add another finger. Circle her clit gentle at first. Then firmer when she moans louder.
Her hands grab your shirt. Pull you down. Your mouth finds hers this time. First real kiss. Soft lips. Tongue shy at first, then hungry.
She tastes like lip gloss and want.
You keep moving your fingers. In and out slow. Thumb on her clit.
She’s trembling. Breathing fast against your mouth.
“More,” she gasps. “Please…”
You push deeper. Curl your fingers. Hit that spot.
She breaks the kiss. Head falls back. “Oh god—”
Her thighs clamp around your hand. Body tenses. Shakes hard.
She comes quiet but intense. Small cries. Nails digging into your arms.
You slow your fingers. Let her ride it out. Kiss her neck again while she catches her breath.
She looks up at you. Eyes big, wet, needy.
“You… you stopped the camera,” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to stop everything.”
You kiss her mouth this time. Deep. She kisses back hard, tongue sliding against yours, small moan in her throat.
Your hand’s still between her legs. She grinds against your palm once, twice.
“Take this off,” she says, tugging at your shirt.
You sit up just enough to pull it over your head. She watches, bites her lip. Her hands go to your jeans next. Fingers fumble with the button.
You help. Jeans down. Boxers too. Your dick springs free—hard, leaking at the tip.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh…”
She reaches out. Wraps her small hand around you. Strokes slow. Up. Down.
“Fuck, Yeonji…”
She smiles shy but wicked. “You helped me so much… let me help you now.”
She scoots down the bed a little. Lies back on the pillows. Looks up at you.
“Come here.”
You straddle her chest. Careful not to crush her. Knees on either side of her ribs.
She pushes her breasts together with both hands. Lace bra cups still on, but she tugs the cups down. Nipples hard, pink. Skin soft.
Your dick slides between them. Hot. Smooth.
She moans quiet. “Like this?”
“Yeah… just like that.”
She squeezes tighter. You thrust slow at first. Tip bumping her chin.
She tilts her head back. Opens her mouth a little. Tongue flicks out, catches the head on each upstroke.
“God… you’re so good,” you groan.
She giggles soft. “You taught me how to pose… now I’m posing for you.”
You thrust faster. Breasts bounce with each push. She looks up at you the whole time—eyes locked. Lips parted.
“Feels good?” she asks.
“So fucking good.”
She spits down once—makes it slicker. Hands press harder. You slide easier now. Wet sounds fill the room.
You’re close already. Too close.
“Slow down,” she stops moving her hands. Just holds you there, squeezed between her tits.
“Not yet,” she whispers. “I want more.”
You pull back.
She sits up quick. On her knees now. Face level with your dick.
She looks up. “Can I…?”
“Yeah.”
She leans in. Lips wrap around the head. Tongue swirls. Then deeper. Takes half in one go.
You groan loud. Hand in her hair—not pushing, just holding.
She bobs slow. Then faster. Hollows her cheeks. Looks up again—eyes watering a little.
You can’t hold back. Thrust shallow into her mouth.
She moans around you. Vibration shoots through you.
“Fuck… Yeonji…”
She pulls off with a wet pop. Strings of spit connect her lips to your tip.
“Face fuck me,” she says. Quiet. But clear.
You hesitate one second.
“Please,” she adds.
You grip her hair firmer. Guide her back down.
She opens wide. You push in. Deeper this time. Hit the back of her throat.
She gags soft. Eyes tear up. But she doesn’t pull away.
You thrust steady. Not too hard. In. Out. Her throat tight around you.
She moans muffled. Hands on your thighs. Nails digging in.
You go faster. Shallow thrusts now. Face fucking her like she asked.
Tears streak her cheeks. Makeup smudges a little. She looks wrecked. Beautiful.
“Fuck… you take it so good,” you pant.
She hums agreement. Vibrates again.
You’re right there.
“Gonna come,” you warn.
She pulls off just enough to speak. Voice hoarse. “In my mouth?”
You shake your head. “Not yet.”
You pull out. She gasps for air.
You push her back down gentle. On her back again.
She spreads her legs wide. Panties shoved to the side now. Wet. Ready.
You line up. Rub the head against her slit.
She whimpers. “Please… fuck me.”
You push in slow. Inch by inch.
She’s tight. Hot. Wet.
Her head falls back. “Oh god… so big…”
You bottom out. Hold there.
She wraps her legs around your waist. Pulls you closer.
“Move,” she begs.
You do. Slow thrusts first. Deep.
She moans every time you bottom out.
“Harder,” she says after a minute.
You pick up speed. Bed creaks. Skin slaps skin.
Her nails rake your back.
“Yes… like that… fuck…”
You lean down. Kiss her neck again. Then her mouth. Messy. Desperate.
She kisses back fierce. Tongue everywhere.
You angle up. Hit deeper.
She cries out. “There—right there—”
You keep hitting it. Fast now. Hard.
Her whole body shakes.
“I’m gonna come again,” she gasps.
“Come for me,” you growl.
She does. Hard. Walls clench around you. Legs lock tight. Back arches off the bed.
You fuck her through it. Don’t stop.
She’s whimpering nonstop.
You’re close. Balls tighten.
“Where?” you ask.
“Inside… please… I’m on the pill…”
You thrust deep one last time. Bury yourself. Come hard. Pulse after pulse.
She moans soft. Feels you fill her.
You collapse on top. Both panting.
She strokes your hair. Kisses your shoulder.
You stay like that a minute. Still inside her. Softening slow.
She whispers, “Thank you.”
You lift your head. “For what?”
“For everything.” Her voice cracks a little. “For the photos. The videos. Believing I could do this. Making me feel… pretty. Wanted. Safe. And… this.”
You kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome.”
She smiles. Small. Real. Shy again.
“I made so much money because of you. But… this part? This was just for me.”
You pull out slow. She winces a little. Then sighs happy.
You lie beside her. She curls into your side. Head on your chest.
“We should probably check the camera,” you say.
She laughs. “Yeah… maybe we got some good audio at least.”
You both look over. Red light still blinking.
She reaches over. Hits stop.
Then turns back to you. Kisses you soft.
“Next week?” she asks.
You grin. “Next week.”
She snuggles closer.
“Thank you,” she whispers again. “For helping me… become this version of me.”
You hold her tight.
“Anytime, Yeonji.”
Next Saturday comes, but your phone stays quiet most of the day. No text about time, no “come over at 2?” Nothing.
You almost message first, but you wait. Around 6 p.m. your phone finally buzzes.
Yeonji: hey… no shoot today okay?
Yeonji: can we just… walk instead?
Yeonji: like normal. saturday night. downtown.
Yeonji: i want to talk. not about photos.
You stare at the screen for a second. Heart does a weird flip—not the horny kind this time. Something softer.
You: yeah sure. where?
Yeonji: meet me at the park entrance near the old fountain? 7:30?
You show up a few minutes early.
She’s already there, standing under a streetlamp in a loose white tank top, shorts jeans, sneakers, hair loose, small sling bags to carry her things. No makeup. Just Yeonji. The real one from class.
She spots you and waves small, like she’s nervous.
“Hey,” she says when you get close.
“Hey. You okay?”
She nods. “Yeah. Just… wanted a break from the apartment. From the camera.”
You start walking. The path around the park is lit with yellow lamps. Couples and groups pass by, laughing. Street food smells drift from the vendors outside the gate—grilled corn, roasted sweet potatoes.
She’s quiet at first. Hands in her pockets. Then she speaks.
“I made almost $2,000 last month. After fees and everything. First time I’ve ever had that much money at once.”
You glance at her. “That’s… wow. Good job.”
She smiles tiny. “Yeah. Rent’s paid. Mom’s not stressing as much. I even bought her new shoes. Told her it was from a part-time job. She believed me.”
Yeonji kicks a small pebble. “But sometimes I feel… gross. Like I’m lying to everyone. To her. To my friends. To myself a little.”
You stop walking. She stops too. Looks up at you.
“You’re not gross,” you say. “You needed money. You found a way. You’re careful. You set boundaries. That’s not gross. That’s smart.”
She looks away. Toward the fountain.
“I started because my scholarship only covers half tuition. Mom works doubles at the hospital. She comes home so tired she falls asleep at the kitchen table sometimes. I couldn’t watch that anymore. I thought… if I do this, just a little, I can help, at least. And it worked.”
She laughs soft. Not happy. “First week I cried after every post. Felt like I was selling pieces of me. But then the tips came. And people said nice things. Not all of them—some are creeps—but a lot just said ‘you’re beautiful’ or ‘thank you for sharing’. It… made me feel seen. In a way school never did.”
You start walking again. Slow, “You were always quiet in class. Like you were trying to disappear. But online… you’re not disappearing. You’re choosing how people see you.”
She nods. “That’s why I kept going. At first it was just money. Then it became… My choice? Like, I decide the angle. I decide how much to show. I decide when to stop. No one else.”
You smile a little. “You got really good at it too.”
She bumps your shoulder lightly. “Because of you, dummy. You made it look professional. Made me feel pretty instead of cheap.”
You scratch your back neck, “You were always pretty. I just pointed the camera at it.”
She’s quiet again. You pass a bench. She sits. You sit next to her.
“I’m scared I’ll get addicted to it,” she says. “The money. The attention. What if I need more and more? What if I cross lines I don’t want to cross?”
“Then you stop,” you say. “Or slow down. You’re in control. Not the page. Not the subscribers.”
She looks at you. Eyes searching. “You really think I can just… stop whenever?”
“Yeah. You already proved you can set rules. You told me ‘nothing I don’t want’. You stuck to it. Even when things got… intense.”
Her cheeks go pink. She looks down at her hands. “That day… when we… you know. That wasn’t for the camera.”
“I know.”
“It was for me. For us.” She swallows. “I like you. Like… a lot. Not just because you helped with photos. Because you saw me. The shy me. The scared me. And you didn’t laugh or run. You stayed.”
You reach over. Take her hand. Cold fingers. You warm them between yours.
“I like you too,” you say. “A lot. The shy you. The brave you. The one who moans when she comes. All of it.”
She laughs. Soft. Real. Squeezes your hand.
“I think… I want to keep the page. But slower. Maybe once or twice a week. Better quality. But not every day. I don’t want it to eat my life.”
“Sounds smart.”
“And… maybe we keep helping each other? Not just photos. Like this. Walking. Talking. Kissing if we want.”
You grin. “Kissing sounds good.”
She leans in. Kisses you quick. Cold lips. Warm inside. Tastes like mint gum.
When she pulls back she’s smiling bigger.
“Thank you,” she says. “For not judging. For helping me figure this out. For… being here tonight instead of behind a lens.”
“You’re welcome.”
She stands. Pulls you up. “Come on. There’s a stall that sells really good hotteok. I’m buying. My treat.”
You laugh. “With OnlyFans money?”
“Yup. First hotteok sponsored by my boobs.”
You both crack up. Walk toward the food stalls. Hand in hand.
The night’s cold, but you don’t feel it anymore.
Months pass. You and Yeonji grow closer quietly. At school she still sits in the back, but now she glances your way with a small secret smile. After class you walk her to the bus stop sometimes, talking about nothing and everything. No one suspects.
She keeps the page alive—two, maybe three posts a week max. No rush. You help when she asks. She schedules shoots carefully: Sunday afternoons mostly, at the aunt’s place or sometimes a cheap hotel room for new vibes. You browse Pinterest and Instagram together on her phone, saving soft pastel themes, cozy sweater sets, rainy window aesthetics. She loves the “girlfriend experience” look now—less tease, more intimate.
And yeah, you hook up again. And again. Slow makeouts turn into tangled sheets. She whispers “thank you” every time, like it’s still new. You tell her she doesn’t have to.
a/n: first loona smut or whatever lol. just wanted to try writing one for a few months now, and after three or so days of writing it on a whim and about a week of editing, this is the final result. hope you like it.
also, I just noticed while editing this one, but thank you so much for 1k followers! I didn't expect it, considering how seldom I've released stuff lately, but I'll always be grateful for the read... anyways, I'm not gonna interrupt you from reading further hehe.
“Hey,” you greet Jinsol as she exits her bedroom. She rubs any trace of rheum off of her eyes. From the balcony, you walk to her at a faster pace with a warm mug in both your hands. “You woke up a little earlier than I expected, but here’s some green tea to start the day.” Right now, the sky is still too dark for your eyes to wander the beach of the California West Coast, but your room has dim lighting for you to see at this hour.
“Morning.” She takes your still untouched mug of tea and takes a quick sip. “Gomawo. I, uh, I had lots of drinks last night with the girls.” She takes another longer one before her eyes dart back to you. “And I’m surprised you didn’t touch another bottle.”
“I had a few, nothing more than three,” you clarify, keeping your hands intertwined. “And technically, I was still on the lookout for y’all, so I didn’t bother having more.” Aside from the fact that everyone else drank them first, you know it’s for the best.
“Please, that didn’t stop you before,” she points out, rolling her eyes after a teasing scoff.
“That was back then, Jinsol-ssi.” By instinct, you still keep your professional side on. “Like before everyone in the agency had a month’s worth of schedule in two weeks?”
The woman chuckles from your counter before taking her third sip. “Fair enough.” She places the half-empty mug on the table in front of her before crossing her arms. “But it doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun outside your duties. Remember the good days?”
She could mean anything, considering she’s brought back a lot of memories in your mind. The fruits of her group’s hundreds of successes and celebrations weren’t without having thousands more efforts and sacrifices, whether it’s in the spotlight or behind the scenes. Most, if not all, of your days with her, with them, have been some of your best.
“Mmm-hmm, I still get a lot of that from time to time. Doesn’t need to be outside them,” you admit with a suave cadence, making her chuckle a second time. Despite embracing the slow and comforting tension warming in your bodies, the whistles of the morning breeze from outside flowing between you, the same time another memory arises from Jinsol. Her eyes widen in dismay while you walk to the glass balcony doors to close it.
“I…” she lets out a deep sigh, before confessing what she expects you to be disappointed at. “I’m really sorry we didn’t get to go to the beach last night, Kwangsun-ah... We even agreed to do it since last week, but Jiwoo-yah had way more drinks than we expect—”
You walk back to her. “Aniya, aniya!” you shake your hands. You expected she’d bring it up, but what transpired last night made it cross your mind. “Gwenchanayo. No need to feel bad for anything. I mean, this is your last tour.” You imagine the members getting wild and wasted, an entertaining series of memories that used to give you nightmares. Now, it just makes you snicker. It’s always been an important moment of bonding for them. You want to remind her of that. “Stuff like that should be the least of our worries. I mean… In the longest time, you get to spend time with the members for most of the month and have your good old girls’ night, so there’s nothing wrong with that.”
She wants to say no and apologize further, but bringing up her members only reminds you of a bigger elephant in the room. You still made a good point, allowing her to smile for a moment before it sinks. “Yeah, I guess so… But, speaking of which… Our contract, I’m sure you’ve heard from the others, right?” She looks down on the floor for a second, rubbing her wrist with her other hand, before facing you. “Our… Decision?”
You nod, sensing her uncertainty and a sprinkle of unease. “I have, Jinsol-ssi.” Knowing the gravity of their situation, consoling and tending to her has always been your priority. “But that shouldn’t change things between you and the girls, right?”
“Of course, not,” she tells you with a burst of warm-hearted confidence, allowing herself to feel the exuberance of yesterday. “We’ve been a family for a long time. Even after our group split up into ‘units’, or whatever everyone calls them, we did our best to keep in touch.”
“You definitely are, and I’m just glad all of you have made up your minds about this…” You hold onto her left hand. “Even if it’s a tough decision to make for you.”
“We have…” She raises her left hand, flashing the golden ring on her finger to you. “You know, I couldn’t be more grateful that we have a manager this caring and thoughtful…”
“I’m just a pretty lucky guy,” you admit, your response stemming from the realization that, while you may necessarily no longer be her manager in a year, you still get to be someone who will be with her regardless of whatever endeavor she will be venturing.
She intertwines her fingers with yours, resting your hand on her chest. “Don’t you dare undersell yourself…” You’re pulled inches closer to her as she tilts her head to the side. “You’re not my fiancé for nothing, Choi Kwangsun.”
You can’t help but giggle at Jinsol’s proud retort. It’s been a year and a month since you proposed to her back in Seoul, but it’s always given both of you butterflies whenever you reminisce about that mundane yet special night. Before you can make your next move of comfort, she raises your hand and lets you rest your palm on her left cheek, allowing her to lean in and relax her eyes at the warmth of your touch amidst this gusty winter dawn.
“By the way, it’s still early and you’re not being your usual self…” She slowly raises an eyebrow with a mix of concern and suspicion. “Why’s that?”
“My usual self?” You tilt your head, your gullible mind still trying to process her phrase.
“You know what,” she sulks. “It’s not like everyone else is here, you’re still being formal with me. And I mean, almost half of the agency already knows about our engagement!”
“Ooooooooh, right… I should’ve known… Mianhaeyo,” you chuckle to lighten her up, making you fold and wrap her arms around your waist to cement your reassurance.”
She rests on your chest. “It’s not because the girls were around too last night, is it?”
“What?” You do not want things to escalate. At this point, there’s no use in talking like a manager to your own fiancée. You have to get rid of this habit before this talk takes both of you into a far more unpleasant kind of tension. You gotta act like her future husband.
“Is it because some of y’all had history too?” she questions you further. There’s not a hint of annoyance or suspicion from her tone now, only some concern about you, but also a sense of insecurity, something she rarely shows to anyone unless she’s bothered. “Heeki and Hyunjin-ie are the same age as you, plus Chaewon-ie, so you felt a little closer—”
“Aniya, noona,” you answer bluntly, killing the gust of chaos starting to befuddle her mind. “I know that we've had lots of fun and wilder days with other people, but I don’t know… I never cared about that.” You give her forehead a long kiss, exhaling a smile. “Looking back, I think a part of me has always been looking forward to seeing you the most, Jeong Jinsol-noona…” You kiss her left cheek. “More than anyone else.” You move to her right. “I’ve moved past that kind of life, ‘cause I wanna share mine with you.”
Her eyes glow and her cheeks warm up. You witness her blushing, prompting you to stroke her hair out of affection. She hears her own heart racing. While you process her initial reaction, a wider smile emerges on her lips. “You finally called me that…” She giggles, realizing that she’s able to break through your more timid, reserved, and sometimes stern and disciplined, “manager’s side.” For someone who often acts more than they speak, Jinsol has helped make you talk and open beyond speaking out of obligation, once from an idol to a manager, and now between lovers.
“Aaaaaahhh…” You finally figure it out, making you smack your face with one hand out of disappointment. Still, you don’t regret saying those words to her. It simply felt right. “Mianhaeyo, noona…” You place both your palms on each of her cheeks. “Jinjja…”
She rests on your forehead. “It’s just, I thought you weren’t comfortable with that word.”
“I’ve always felt comfortable with it,” you clarify. “It’s just, being a manager of one of the busiest and most beloved girl groups in Korea. It’s really kept me in a state where I often wish I could escape more often... I couldn’t juggle how I spoke to people or how I should treat them outside work… Things became a little blurry, before I had to adjust myself.”
“I get it…” She gives you a soft and long squeeze. “I don’t blame you for that, babe.”
“I don’t blame you either…” For you, Jinsol deserves everything a queen has, and a lot more. “I’m just happy we get to spend more time after work than usual.”
She finally pulls you in an embrace, lending each other warmth in this humid winter. You can’t be more over the moon for how far she has come, that you’ve been there to accompany and support her.
“Nado,” she mumbles. “But, that doesn’t have to stay the same way, does it? How you juggle the way you talk.” she asks, suggesting like their contract coming to a close isn’t all bad. Their disbandment may be bad for business or fandoms, yet it brings a fruitful promise for both of you.
You hope to lighten the mood up with a tease. “Well… I feel like it whenever you deserve it, maybe I’ll just call you noona in front of everyone. Even with the other managers.”
“Is that so?” she giggles. She leans closer to your ear, wanting you to virtually explore the possibilities with her. “When does it feel like I deserve to be called noona, babe?”
“All the time, actually,” you chortle your confession, before getting yourself back in your deeper voice. “But I think it makes things a little more special when I call you whenever you’d least expect.”
“Well, I just realized… This’ll probably be the last year I get to call you Manager-nim… What if I keep calling you that after all this?”
Your soft yet hoarse whisper to her left ear sends a wave of shiver that spreads a chilling sensation to Jinsol’s spine. Giving into the magnets radiating on your lips, you kiss your beloved fiancee with a sense of hunger that nothing else, except this woman can satiate. Falling into your own lust for her, your tongue enters her mouth, relishing in the traces of fruits, grilled pork, and beer from last night, mixed with the tea you gave her earlier.
“You getting hungry, noona?” you joke around with her, testing her desire. “We have breakfast downstairs in about thirty minutes or less… You sure you don’t wanna wait—”
With her soft palms, the woman gently pushes you until you land on the nearest chair to the left of the sofa. “It doesn’t hurt to have a little appetizer here first.” She takes off your underwear and shorts, tossing both of them away only three feet away from the sofa. “And a better one.” Getting down to her knees, she spreads your legs between her. Her eyes switch back and forth between your eyes and your cock, mesmerized by how hard and sweaty it already is from the palm of her hands. Without hesitation, Jinsol tilts her head and lunges at your rod like a ravenous and starved creature. Your balls receive a slow yet tender squeeze from her palm. You might have underestimated her quite a bit once she opens her mouth and takes your cock in without prolonging her usual teases.
Keeping you laid back on the furniture, you extend your arms on the backrest, gripping your nails on the leather, with Jinsol devouring you. As a minute passes, she adds a new trick, using her palms and tongue more to keep you lubricated and the back of your skull leaned on the backrest. Her gaze at your shaft remains as if it’s a sculpture she’s an artist trying to perfect and savor at the same time. You can only groan and giggle to the levels of stimulation rising from your member. She’s such a perfect goddess, your mind spurts, contrasting your dirtier lips, mumbling. “Fuck, you’re fucking… Flawless… Fffffmmmh!” Your fiancée’s mouth has made you fouler than you usually speak, and it’s giving her the fuel she needs to giving sucking on you for longer than she usually can.
Within over six minutes of your hog being sucked on by Jinsol has brought you to a heavenly plane, much like their concerts, especially whenever she gives you several winks and gazes of longing from the stage whenever you least expect it. It’s the same with the few winks she’s been giving you now on the floor.
After doing your best to hold it in, your trembling cock fires the first barrage of semen straight at Jinsol’s face. Splattered across her lower face and upper chest. Slowing down your breathing, you lean in and rest on her chest, which she welcomes with open arms, somewhat cradling you with soft hums and coos, now that you’re both seated. “You… You did perfect…ly. Thank you,” you muttered weakly. “So much…”
“Anything for my manager-nim…” Motivated by her phenomenal blowjob, you cup Jinsol’s chin and kiss her with a surge of carnal aggression. Jinsol was almost taken aback, but her surprise incites another sense of arousal with how forward you acted. While your lips lock and twist, your fingers trail her curves, down to her scrumptious thighs, which you give a brief squeeze, and make their stop on her cooch, feeling a wet spot through the veils of her jogger shorts. “It’s sooo… Nice,” she howls into your kiss.
At the same time she starts mumbling praises, you become determined to make it nicer for her. You wrap your left arm around her shoulder, leaving your fingers to begin their work on lubricating her with a smooth rub. In moments like these are when you realize how much you love your beloved’s lips, and her tongue even, as much as the rest of her body, unable to completely part them, relying on your sense of touch to slide your hand under the hem of her shirt and inserting two of your fingers through her tight entrance, before adding a third. Meanwhile, your thumb stays outside to keep her clit entertained.
Frenching Jinsol and fingering her on this sofa and delicately holding her like she’s a string instrument weirdly feels like a romantic moment, but any signs of your rational thoughts are currently silent under the dominance of your primal instincts. With each quick rub on her clit down to her labia before moving back inside her pussy, each note you make with her vulva allows her to keep howling and crying a seraphic melody that is on par with her live performances. You’re feeling not just lucky everyday, but you’re also grateful you get to do something that’s exclusive for her.
It takes five whole minutes of going back and forth between her most sensitive spots, and out of her pussy, until you feel her hand hold onto your wrist, locking it in place with fingering her entrance as fast and as long as you can. At the thirtieth second, the woman lets out her final moan of this session, gushing out her juices. A broken dam, smearing most of your hand with her essence. Your tongue scrapes off the juice on your thumb, taking delight in the sweet taste and slippery texture of her nectar, like you often would whenever one of you is lustful enough to take the other to somewhere isolated.
Still laying on her back after your breathtaking service, you take the chance to kiss her sharp and sweet jawline, before moving down to her neck and collarbone, licking out her sweat mixed with your splattered cum. With your fingers also soaked in her juices, Jinsol pulls your hand to her mouth and starts slobbering on it without a word. You thought of finishing it off yourself, but this sight is much better. She pulls you to your fingers, making you lick off her remaining juices right in front of her, similar to when you’re sharing an ice cream. Hearing her giggles throughout your lickings provokes you to clash against her mouth in between your fingers. You don’t stop until your hand has been cleaned with both your saliva.
And yet, just as you thought things were over, Jinsol follows her carnal instinct and takes your lips with more aggression. You make out for five seconds before your lips part. “Still hungry, noona?” you ask her if this was enough to feed her early cravings.
“Hungrier than ever,” she exhales, triggering a guffaw from you. Just as you expected.
Going back to her lips, you ought to take things to the next step after this point, having given each other the foreplay to keep yourselves going while the sun is still asleep.
Deep down, you’re itching to give her the same treatment, laying her on the sofa and eating her up like nyotaimori. However, the ticking clock on the wall catches you off guard for a second. “I believe everyone will be awake pretty soon.”
“Shit... Majayo.” She bites her lower lip, dismayed by this fact. “Time really flew by fast.” You shouldn’t have brought it up, but your manager's sense made you aware.
“Yeah… But I’ll try to make this worth our time,” you whisper back, bringing her back into the rhythm of your tension by nibbling on her collarbone. You yourself can’t stop yourself from tasting her, thirsting to taste her even longer. “If you want to, noona…”
Challenged by the running clock, neither of you does not bother to waste any second. You both pull yourselves into each other's lips while your libidos burn faster, allowing yourselves to undress each other within a minute. Jinsol takes off your shirt and tosses it right into the sofa, leaving you naked for her to drool over while you get through the many temptations of kissing her lips by stripping down her oversized concert shirt on the floor until she’s left with her bra. While locked with her lips, your fingers return to her still dripping pussy. Giving it another smooth rub, she lets out a hoarse moan, before mumbling, “Fuck, Kwangsun-ie…” With her eyes shut, she can only imagine and recall your length and girth inside her walls. “I really can’t wait… anymore.”
Neither can you. “I hear you,” you mumble with a grin. You give her another kiss before helping her unclasp her bra, taking fifteen seconds to savor her skin. Holding onto her legs, you flex your core and biceps, and, in a burst of vigor, exert enough strength to lift Jinsol off the floor. Feeling your next act fulfilling her plea, she quickly wraps them around your hips. At the same moment, your cock slides into her cunt as you pull her, closing the space between you. Every step you take leads closer to her room, which catches her attention.
“Not inside, babe,” she makes sure you catch her suggestion after lightly tapping your shoulder. “The room, I mean… We don’t have to head inside.” She giggles right after hearing herself. She didn’t have to clarify what she meant, yet her craving made her.
“Hmm?” You stop your tracks. “What’s wrong with it, noona?” Your brain goes back to manager mode. “Does something still need to be cleaned or..?”
“Aniya… It just reeks of liquor in there,” she lets out a slight pout, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes from the shivers you brought her, simply from hearing that term.
“I really don’t care about that.” You found her reasoning amusing and adorable. “But I’m guessing you have a better suggestion in mind?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she nods slowly. Her fingers trail on your arms, wanting to get a better feel of your muscles in action. “We can just do it here, Manager-nim…”
“Here?” Outside your bedroom, you take a quick look around your hotel room. There is not much special to see, except for a legless blue sofa, two different tables and a counter. But none of these spots are anything new to the both of you, so any of it will do, as Jinsol lets you make the first call at daybreak. For this beautiful and exceptional woman, you ought to make this special somehow.
“I mean, why not?” She leans closer to your ear, making you stop your quick inspection. “It’s not like we don’t spend most of our time back home in bed, right?”
“Touché,” you chuckle, right before a fresher idea seeps into your lust-filled brain makes you grin and tell her, “Hang on tight, Miss JinSoul.”
The woman giggles at your retort, letting out an enticing moan as you give one more thrust inside her walls, your tip rubbing onto her cervix a second time. This time, you raise her until her head levels with yours. Interlocking each of your arms under her legs and your palms under her ass cheeks for better comfort, you begin to pounder her at a faster pace. The pleasure you felt from her mouth now doubles with every thrust, such an elevating sensation is now connecting to hers with how deep your shaft rams in and out of her. Your speed forces Jinsol to wrap her arms around your neck, her second seat belt for this ride you’re taking her to.
“You really know—” she gasps out next to your left ear, keeping her eyes open through the surges of stimulation building up down her most sensitive zones, spreading across her breasts and muscles, it causes her to dig her sharp jaw down your shoulder. Oddly enough, it adds a pleasurable sensation to you in a similar way to a shoulder massage, almost slowing your pounding. “Just where… to fuck…iiing—touch me, Manager-nim. Ngaaaaauuuugggh!”
“Of course, babe,” you huff with a chortle, slowly giving more power to your thrusts while you pound her on the wall. “Anything… for my… perfect—fuckiiiiiing—idol…”
You savor each minute, traveling from corner to corner of the room without dropping her. When you almost lose balance, you take her to the counter so she can sit down and, seeing your nonstop effort, lifts her breast for you to suck on. Your thrusts take intervals of hastening and slowing down your pace, ensuring that you can witness her arching her back, sticking her tongue out, and rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “Yeeeeeeeees, babe!” she gasps, invigorated by how hard you suckle her tits while sniffing on her scent, from sweat to her candy perfume. “I’mauugggh… I’m really deli…cious… Am… I not?”
“You’re the tas--tiest!” you grunt to her ear. Of course, this little room tour requires you more strength and endurance to keep yourselves in this mobile position, yet it’s always been worth the challenge. The counterbalance between giving and receiving pleasure from each other only draws out your passionate morning for much longer than you planned. Once a minute passes, you lift and take her from wall to wall, even reaching both of your rooms, and still, you don’t finish there. You thrust as hard and as long as you can, while Jinsol leaves her mark on your upper body with her licks and nibbles.
Ten minutes in, your hands have made their mark on her cheeks the longer you squeeze, and yet Jinsol does not make you stop with her ecstatic moans and lust-driven laughter, doing her best to keep her cries down. At this moment, the heat shared between your bodies has reached its boiling point. Each of the fluids flowing through your nethers give you a withstanding pressure which you can barely contain the longer your throbbing cock hardens and pumps inside her walls.
Your legs finally begin to sore and shudder, prompting you to slowly walk yourselves back to the sofa, your step getting slower and heavier than the last. As you reach the sofa, you gently lay Jinsol on the middle of the high-grade leather seat. Tightening her legs around your waist, you give your last thrusts inside her. The “lids” on your tip and her entrance start to spurt and spill its respective essence inside her. The patience on your trembling bodies is wearing thin, and one of you should start giving a heads up. “I’m clo--ck—close,” you choke on your own spit and words while trying to warn her.
“Me--me too,” Jinsol garbles, and in a sense of panic and urgency, you follow your rationale and try to pull out of her cunt, but she only tightens her grip around you, digging her nails on your skin, which gives you one stingy and gratifying sensation.
“Gwen…chana… I brought pills, member?” she mutters weakly, her drained smile washing over you in relief. You almost forget that. Well, for a moment, you actually forgot she often brings them. Note to yourself, you’re gonna have to trust each other more, even in the littlest of things. “Mmgggnnnhh… I need you warm inside-uh me!”
It takes one slow and robust thrust before you let go of the pressure off your manhood, quickly flooding and filling Jinsol’s womb with your seed. Having already come a couple of times earlier, the woman’s final wave of juices clash with yours, dripping out her cunt. Her head thuds into the soft surface, gently tapping your skin as she laughs hysterically. Something that’s odd to some is basically music to you with how much you adore her.
In the afterglow of your sweet and crazy lovemaking, your forehead rests on Jinsol’s. And wanting to keep your weight off her, you try to get up from the couch, only for her to pull you back to her. Thanks to your knees supporting yourself on the couch, she remains comfortable under your embrace. She initiates a kiss one more time, feeling you fire a little more cum inside her. Even from the balcony, the rays of the sun inevitably reach your skin. It’s not as beautiful as the one from the west coast, but the light nevertheless gives you a soothing sensation, and not an irritating one, thanks to the solar control in the glass doors. From the furniture, you both take a quick glance at the sky glowing into bright orange before your heads turn to take a good look at each other, soaked in your sweat and feeling your heartbeats racing on each other’s chest.
Carefully, you pull your cock out of her entrance, dripping a few drops of semen on her thighs and stomach. “That’s one way to start the morning,” you mumble, looking down at her with an uncontrolled grin and your eyes squinted until you’ve caught your breath and regained your thinking. You didn’t notice how the skies have already brightened up.
“It sure is,” Jinsol bursts out in laughter with you, fizzing out the remainder of her libido while clinging onto your arms. Caressing your cheek, her eyes have a glint of playfulness left despite her ragged breath. “We could get used to this… A little more often.”
“I think we can get that arranged,” you chuckle, bringing out a pinch of your manager voice in your tone, which swoons over her. Finding relaxation in the slow exchange of your breaths, you don’t hesitate to fix her disheveled hair. “I love you, Jinsol-noona…”
She accepts your lips for another quicker, albeit just as sweet kiss. Once your lips part, you find each other with grins of endearment. “I love you too, Kwangsun-ie... So much.”
You think of spooning or cuddling with her on the sofa, up until you three thumps struck the door, followed by a familiar light voice. “Unnie! Manager-oppa!” Yerim’s sparkling voice yells from the outside, slightly muffled by the wooden door. “Are you guys still fucking in there or what? ‘Cause I doubt you’re still asleep—”
“Yerim-ah, keep it down! There are other people here, you know?” Haseul’s warning follows in a much softer yet more commanding tone. “Guys, don’t listen to her,” she mumbles to you, more mellow and cordial. “Just take your time to fix yourselves...”
You immediately reach for your shorts hanging on the table next to you, realizing you still have a lot of jobs to do on your last day in the Western hemisphere, at least for a long while.
“C’mon, unnie. We gotta head to Fashion Island later, you know!” the younger woman whines while her trivial argument with Haseul ensues outside.
“I’ll get the door,” you tell Jinsol. After exchanging a hearty chuckle, you get up from the sofa first and help Jinsol sit down to dress and tidy up. Juggling between walking to the door and wearing your shirt, you were able to get there. Jinsol catches up after you toss her shirt at her with precision.
“Fashion Island again?” your fiancée yells behind you, tying her hair up with a black rubber band. You muffle your laughter with your hand. “Didn’t we go there last time?”
“Yeah, but they got new launches, and we don’t wanna miss out, so you two better get your asses at the lounge in ten minutes!”
Jinsol opens the door, ready to face the younger member. “Oh, so you’re a part-time manager now?”
“Yeah!” Yerim maintains her grumpy attitude, feeling as if she’s got the upper hand over you two. “You guys may have been boning here, but I’m sure I even woke up a lot earlier than you and oppa.”
Jinsol shakes her head, unable to hold her laughter alongside Haseul. “I assure you, Yerim-ah… You did not.”
“Whatever…” she lets out a chortle. “So are you guys coming downstairs or not?”
“We still have ten minutes,” Jinsol makes her point, hoping to stay here a little longer.
“Fifteen, actually,” you correct, just having taken a quick peek on your phone. All three are intrigued. “We just got a text from daepyonim… Our flight’s rescheduled to four hours later, so we can stay here a little longer before we can make our last stops.” Such news makes Jinsol take your unoccupied hand as her eyes glow.
“Really?” Haseul’s face brightened all the same at your live update. “Oh, wow.”
“Yeah,” you elaborate, resting your hands on your lap. “I think everyone’s readjusting things ‘cause of the contract expiration... Plus, all of your old members are here too, I think the hotel’s preparing a little farewell breakfast of some sorts…”
“How’d that happen?” Yerim wobbles her head, taken aback by the surprise.
“I only heard that a couple of managers and some staff here are Orbits,” you explain.
“Like they’re Or—” Haseul attempts to clarify, alongside a nod from Yerim.
“Like Orbits, Orbits, yeah…” Fortunately for them, you expect this kind of question more often from your personal social circle. “The first followed the group since, like, your first comeback. Some of them don’t follow as much, but they still listen to your newer stuff.”
“I guess that answers our question last night, unnies,” Yerim cheers up, clapping once.
“What question?” You wonder, now only realizing that you’re the odd one out among them. “I, uhh, don’t mean to pry…”
“It’s fine, oppa,” she assures you. “It's just some hunky dongpo was hitting things off with Chaewon-unnie in the lounge last night… And I think we’re the same age, too, if I'm not mistaken.” She puts her index finger under her chin. “Or is it Yeojin-ie’s? Hmmm…”
“Hunk? Choi Yerim, you know you’re married, right?” Tilting her head to the left, Jinsol reminds the younger woman with a raised eyebrow and a smirk while still being curious.
“Unnie, I love my hubbie.” Yerim crosses her arm, pouting at her playful suspicion. “Just trying to spill the tea… That’s how Jungie-unnie describes him. Heck, Hyeju’s impressed with him, the same Son Hyeju-yah we know, like that’s how fascinating the situation is.”
“Okay, okay, I believe you and appreciate the tea, but you tell us about it later,” Jinsol’s natural type of leadership still awes you with admiration and adoration for her, even if it's exemplified in the most trivial situations. “You know, when all of us are together.”
“Exactly… And that means we’re having a fancy breakfast later, right?” Haseul smoothly brings you all back to the original topic, which you went along well with. “Did I get that right, Kwangsun-ah?”
“Pretty much… But that’s just a heads-up, Haseul-ssi, I mean, noona…” Your sudden correction of wording and clearing of your throat cracks a chortle from Jinsol. “You can tell the others, but pleeeease don’t make it too obvious to the staff once you reach the lounge.”
“Arasseo…” The older woman snickers, exchanging a teasing stare with your fiancée. “That’s really sweet of them, actually… I’ll let everyone know in our dantokbang.”
“We’ll head downstairs in ten minutes,” Jinsol rapidly raises both eyebrows, which only you failed to notice. You look back to her too late; she only meets you with a wide smile.
“Sooooo, that means, we should go…” Haseul nudges Yerim’s shoulder with a light titter. “Thanks for the update, Kwangsun-ah.”
You bow to them, which they reciprocate by instinct. “No problem, Haseul-noona.” Looking back, you also owe her for being one of the first to believe in your love for Jinsol, similar to you with your older siblings and closest friends.
Yerim’s hands sway together in slight embarrassment. “I suppose, y’all can still have fun for now…” She turns to you and bows a second time with a frown. “Mianhaeyo, oppa...”
“It’s fine, Yerim-ah…” With a pursed smile, you give her shoulder a couple of light taps. “You girls should probably just chill for a while. You all had the busiest month in a long while. You deserve a long rest… Longer than what you’re getting, even.”
“Gomawoyo... And we will,” Haseul also speaks for herself and Yerim, pulling her closer like a parent to her shy child. The younger member beams at your reassurance. Being a manager means you’ll have to look after all of these idols. Thankfully, they also end up getting a good friend to confide in from time to time. “We’ll head back to our rooms.”
“Take care, unnie, Yerim-ie,” Jinsol huddles them into a hug. “I’ll see you girls later.” You wave them farewell before closing the door while hearing some of their banter.
“You realize your husband might be waiting for you in your room by now,” Haseul murmurs to Yerim while resting her hands on her shoulders from behind; they both rush outside the hall of the floor to the elevator.
“Aniya, aniya, unnie… I’m sure his snores are still filling up the room,” the younger woman tries to tell her otherwise. “I guess I still have little time to surprise him.”
Back inside your room, you face Jinsol with a smile mirroring hers. “So, noona, do you wanna shower first?” you ask your beloved. “I’ll clean up our little mess here for a bit.”
She pulls you closer, wrapping your waist with her long arms. “We can just do that later and get in together… I may not be able to stay close to you… Not until the flight.”
Her pouting expression has always made your heart melt. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can stay close the whole trip. Physically,” Your technical answer brings a swift giggle to her. “But for your offer… How can I say no to that?”
You can tell that something’s been lingering on her mind since she chatted with them. It’s a little mysterious, mischievous even. “Okay, but, um, you know, I was thinking…”
“Yeah?” you tilt her head to the right, encouraging her to confess her alluring thoughts.
“I wouldn’t mind if you start using… Less honorifics with me every now and then.”
Your eyes light up. You even feel a little throb down on your flaccid member. “Jinjja?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hums, biting her lower lip with her sharp, sultry gaze locked on you.
“That’s—Wait…” Feeling how it sounds too good to be true, your hunches warn you of a possible reason for her tempting suggestion. Your domineering allure becomes invaded by some concern for her. “It’s not about what I called Haseul-noona earlier, is it?”
“Not…” Her eyes avoided yours for a second, wandering from left to right to figure out how to phrase it. Nevertheless, she doesn’t wanna lie to herself, nor to you. “—Entirely.”
“Come on, noona…” You pepper kisses into her cheeks, going down to her right hand. “That doesn’t make you jealous, does it? I mean, I’ve also called you noona before, as much as I call Haseul or Jungeun… Even Vivi, Sooyoung, and Jiwoo insisted on it, and I’ve rarely met them.”
“I know, I know. But I’m not bothered by that,” she snickers from embarrassment. “We know you had time with some of them, and even before that, you were already close… I also met your sisters…” She rubs her nape. “It's more on myself. Just wondering about the idea that maybe we can do a little bit of switching things up next time, you know?”
Sensing the sincerity in her look and words, you shake your head with a chuckle of both disbelief and fascination. There’s nothing for you to worry about. Not in this chapter of your lives. “Huh. Well, I guess…” You inch closer, resting the tip of your nose with her. “There’s still a lot I can look forward to before the wedding, Jinsol-ah…”
“Oh, you have no idea what you’re in for, Kwangsun-ie,” she whispers deep in your ear.
Her hot breath striking your ear spirals into your spine. In the seconds that follow, your cock naturally hardens as a response to her, shortly before you feel her fingers wrapping around your crotch. “Heh… I, uh, I tend to love most surprises, so I’m think I can han—”
Feeling an enticing sense of heat from your anticipation, Jinsol giggles and pounces on your lips, slowly tiptoeing and wrapping her arms around you. Your hands travel down her leg, giving her the signal to jump and wrap them around your hips as you catch her bottom. Having regained your strength, you carry your beloved and, with your lips still dancing, walk yourselves to the bathroom, cherishing half of the additional ten minutes given to you, before going about your day.
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I am not a longtime fan/stan of LOONA, but I really admire their talent and music in general, especially the post-BBC units. I missed a lot of great stuff when they first came out, even though I was familiar with some memes related to them, but I'm happy they've made quite left a mark on kpop, and most of them are still active. with that, I don't have a bias, considering they're simply all stunners, but JinSoul just happens to catch my eye the most. I think mintwithchoco's loonathesmut series might've been an influence on why I wrote this fic this way, without the stepsibling aspect, of course. plus, noona JinSoul fics are rare outside that series (maybe I'm wrong), so like, I couldn't help it lmao.
alongside JinSoul, I also considered writing Choerry before this, but maybe I'll just save it for another time. there's a tease here, after all. I thought if I could've made this a little longer, but I like how this turns out. not all fics have to be a full-on series. already got a lot of that on my plate lol. they can have continuations in the future if I'm tempted.
and one more thing: a shorter fic will be out in a few days. but as usual, thank you for the read and I hope y'all are having a wonderful day! take care and till next time! ₍₍⚞(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)⚟⁾⁾
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been years since I posted anything here due to college and work being too demanding. I've improved my writing since then... AND have secretly been trying to work on this series. There have been so many things that happened on LOONA Island, and that got me really inspired to continue this series. However, when I look back at the start of it—the Chapter 0 of it all—it felt lacking. So I'm revamping it and have already completed some of the next chapters that will slowly release soon too. Hope you guys enjoy!
"What the fuck is happening?!"
The conference room went silent. Not quiet—silent, like someone had sucked all the sound out. Heejin's hand froze halfway to her mouth. Yeojin just stared at the HR rep like she was speaking another language. You watched the words "contract termination" hang in the air, impossible and real at the same time.
"Oppa, this can't be true, can it?" Yeojin's voice cracked on the first syllable, her eyes already red-rimmed.
"Holy shit, this can't be real," Heejin said, her voice tight with barely contained fury.
You'd seen this coming. From the moment you were hired as the personal manager for all twelve members, you knew this company was a shitshow. What kind of company operation assigns one person to handle twelve idols? But knowing it was coming didn't make it any easier.
And Chuu wasn't even here to hear it...
"I need to find her," you muttered, already heading for the door. You pulled out your phone, typing out a quick message asking for her location, asking if she'd heard.
The responses from the other members started flooding in immediately, but you were already out the building, half-jogging to where you'd parked the company car.
Chuu's apartment was several blocks away—no parking, naturally—so you ended up abandoning the car and running the last three blocks. By the time you hit her buzzer, you were panting and covered in sweat.
"Come in." Her voice through the intercom sounded raw.
You took the stairs two at a time.
When you pushed open her door, you found her pacing her living room like a caged animal. Her eyes were red and puffy, mascara tracked down to her jawline, but she wasn't crying anymore. Now she just looked furious.
"Those fucking bastards," she was muttering. "Holy shit, I'll end—"
"Chuu."
She spun around. For a moment, her expression crumpled, then she set her jaw. "You heard."
"Everyone heard." You closed the door behind you. "Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" She laughed, but it came out bitter. "They tried to control everything. Everything. What I say, where I go, who I talk to. And now they just—" Her voice broke.
You moved on instinct, going to her kitchen. Her fridge was surprisingly well-stocked for someone who was never home. You found ginseng tea, prepared it carefully, brought it to her.
"Here. Drink this."
She took it with shaking hands, sank onto her couch. You sat beside her, close but not touching, and just waited.
The KKT group chat was blowing up. You typed out a quick message:
She's with me. I've got her.
The responses came fast—relieved, worried, angry at the company. Slowly, the chat quieted as the members headed home to process in private.
Chuu finished her tea. Set the cup down. Stared at nothing.
"How are the others?" she finally asked.
"Devastated. Yeojin was crying. Heejin looked ready to fight someone." You paused. "They're worried about you."
She nodded slowly, then drew her knees up to her chest. "I should call them."
"You should rest first."
She looked at you then—really looked at you. Something shifted in her expression.
"Oppa," she said quietly. "Thank you. For coming here. For..." She gestured vaguely. "Everything."
"It's my job to take care of you all."
"Not anymore. Technically." Her mouth twisted. "I'm not one of your twelve anymore."
The words hung between you.
"Fuck that," you said. "Fuck that company. Whatever you all decide to do, I'm with you."
Her eyes went bright again, but not with tears this time. She shifted closer.
"You know what?" Her voice dropped. "They tried to control everything about me. But this—" She gestured between you both. "This is mine. My choice. They can't touch this."
Your pulse kicked up. "Chuu—"
"You know we talk about you, right?" She was looking up at you through her lashes now. "The members. We talk about... things."
"Things?" Your mouth had gone dry.
"The kind of things twelve girls talk about when they're bored and stressed and their manager is—" She bit her lip. "Well. You."
Jesus Christ.
"I didn't know that," you managed.
"We've been good about hiding it." She shifted even closer. You could smell her shampoo—something floral, sweet. "But I don't have to hide anymore, do I? I'm not part of LOONA anymore. I can do whatever I want."
Her hand landed on your chest. Light at first, then pressing flat. She had to feel your heart hammering.
"Chuu, what are you—"
"I want this." Her eyes locked on yours. "Do you want this?"
This was insane. You could lose your job. Lose their trust if this went sideways. The professional boundary you'd maintained for months was about to shatter. But her hand was sliding down your stomach and your body had already made the decision.
"Yes," you heard yourself say.
She kissed you.
It wasn't gentle or tentative. She kissed you like she'd been thinking about it for months, like she was starving for it. Her tongue swept into your mouth and you tasted the ginseng tea, something sweet underneath—her lip tint, maybe strawberry. Your hands found her waist without permission from your brain.
She made a small sound against your mouth and suddenly she was climbing into your lap, straddling you, her fingers threading through your hair and tugging. The kiss broke long enough for you both to gasp for air, then she was back, aggressive and demanding.
"Fuck," you breathed when she pulled back again. "You've been holding back, huh?"
"You have no idea." Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "But not anymore. Tonight you're mine, Oppa. Okay?"
Before you could answer, she was kissing you again, her small hands working at the buttons of your shirt. She got three undone before losing patience and just yanked. Buttons scattered. You heard one hit the window.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all.
"You're doing my laundry anyway."
Her laugh was bright and genuine—the first real one you'd heard from her all day. Then her hands were on your bare chest, nails dragging lightly over your skin. When she brushed your nipple you jerked, and she noticed. Did it again, deliberate, watching your face.
"Sensitive there?" Her smile turned wicked.
"Apparently."
She leaned down and replaced her fingers with her tongue. You groaned, your hands tightening on her hips. She was still fully dressed and you were rapidly losing the ability to think straight.
"Chuu—"
"Hmm?" She didn't stop.
"You're still—fuck—you're still wearing clothes."
She sat up, that smile still playing at her lips. "Well. Fix that, then."
Your hands found the hem of her white shirt. She lifted her arms and you pulled it off, revealing a peach lace bra that made your brain short-circuit for a second. She reached back and unclasped it herself, let it fall.
You'd tried so hard not to notice their bodies. Professional boundaries. But now Chuu was topless in your lap, small and perfect, her brown nipples already hard, and you were allowed to look. More than look.
"You're staring," she whispered.
"You're gorgeous."
Her face went scarlet and she smiled, pleased and shy at the same time. You cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, and she gasped. Sensitive there too.
You leaned forward and took it in your mouth. She made a high, surprised sound, her hands flying to your hair. You sucked gently, then harder, and her hips rolled against you. You were painfully hard now, straining against your pants, and she could definitely feel it.
"Oppa," she breathed. "I can feel you."
"Yeah. You feel what you're doing to me?"
She nodded, then slid off your lap. For a confused moment you thought she was stopping, but then she was on her knees between your legs and your brain just—stopped.
"I want to see it," she said simply.
Your hands moved on autopilot, reaching for your belt, but she pushed them away.
"Let me."
She unbuckled your belt slowly, maintaining eye contact. Popped the button of your pants. The zipper sounded obscenely loud in the quiet apartment. She hooked her fingers in your waistband—both pants and boxers—and pulled down.
Your cock sprang free and her eyes went wide.
"Fuck, Oppa. You're huge."
"I'm really not—"
"Shh." She wrapped her hand around the base—small hand, tentative grip at first. "Let me appreciate this."
She stroked upward slowly, testing, and you bit back a groan. Her other hand cupped your balls, rolling them gently, and your thighs tensed.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Yes," you managed. "Fuck, yes."
That satisfied smile again. She stroked you with more confidence now, her thumb swiping across the head and coming away slick with precum. She looked at it curiously, then at you.
"Can I taste?"
Jesus fucking Christ.
"Please."
She leaned in. Her breath ghosted across your cock and every muscle in your body went tight. Then her tongue—soft, warm, curious—licked from base to tip.
"Fuck, Chuu—"
"Good?" She was still watching your face, learning what worked.
"So good. Where did you learn—"
"Porn." She grinned. "We watch a lot when we're bored."
Before you could process that, her mouth closed over the head and your brain shut down entirely. She sucked gently, still stroking the base, and made a small pleased sound when you groaned.
She wasn't expert. Her teeth scraped once and she adjusted. But what she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm and attention. She watched your reactions, learned what made you curse, what made your hips jerk.
When her hand started twisting on the upstroke—where the fuck did she learn that?—you knew you were in trouble.
"Chuu," you warned, your voice coming out strangled. "I'm close, I'm—"
She pulled off just enough to look at you. "Where?"
"What?"
"Where do you want to cum?"
Your brain was too fried for this decision. She glanced around—no tissues, no towel within reach—and made a choice. Her mouth closed over you again just as the first pulse hit.
You came with a groan that felt ripped from your chest, one hand flying to the back of her head—not pushing, just needing to hold onto something. She made a small sound around you, half-surprise, half-satisfaction, and kept sucking through each pulse.
When her cheeks hollowed one last time and she pulled off, the final spurts caught her lips and chin, dripping down her neck to her collarbone.
"Fuck," you breathed.
She swallowed—you watched her throat work—and then opened her mouth to show you. Empty. That fucking smile on her face, proud of herself.
"That was a lot, Oppa." She wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "Was I good?"
"You were so fucking good. Jesus."
She laughed, then looked down at herself. "I'm a mess."
"Here." You grabbed the towel you'd brought earlier for her tears—god, that felt like hours ago—and gently cleaned her face, her neck. She sat back on her heels and just looked at you.
"My turn?" she asked, almost shy.
Something in your chest tightened. "Yeah. Your turn."
You stood, pulled her up with you. She'd worked your pants down to your ankles; you kicked them off entirely, then reached for her jeans. She helped, lifting her hips so you could slide them off. White panties underneath, already showing a damp spot.
You hooked your fingers in the waistband and looked at her. She nodded.
When you pulled them down, she was bare underneath—completely bare, smooth and pink and already glistening. Your mouth went dry all over again.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Fuck yes." You pressed her back onto the couch, her head on the armrest. "You're perfect, Chuu. Absolutely perfect."
Her face flushed deeper and she smiled, pleased and embarrassed at the same time. You knelt between her legs on her carpeted floor, ran your hands up her outer thighs. Her skin was impossibly soft.
"Can I taste you?"
"Please," she whispered.
You pressed a kiss to her inner thigh first, then the other, taking your time. Her legs were already trembling slightly. When you finally dragged your tongue up her slit, she gasped like you'd shocked her.
She tasted sweet and salty and distinctly her. You did it again, slower, and her hips lifted off the couch.
"Oh fuck," she breathed.
You settled in, gripping her ass to pull her closer to your face. Licked and sucked and explored, paying attention to what made her gasp, what made her thighs tense. When you found her clit and circled it with your tongue, her whole body jerked.
"There, oh god, right there—"
You focused there, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention. Her hand found your hair, gripping tight, not directing but holding on. The sounds she was making—small gasps that turned into moans that turned into words you couldn't quite make out—were the hottest thing you'd ever heard.
Her thighs started to shake. You slid two fingers into her—tight, fuck, so tight—and crooked them up while your mouth stayed on her clit.
The words dissolved into a cry. Her thighs clamped around your head hard enough that your ears rang. You couldn't hear, could barely breathe, just felt her shaking and the flood of wetness against your tongue. Her pussy clenched around your fingers in waves.
You worked her through it until she pushed at your head, oversensitive. When you pulled back, your face was soaked and she was staring at you with wonder.
"Holy shit," she breathed. "That was—holy shit."
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning. "Good?"
"Oppa, I think I just saw God."
You laughed, moving up to kiss her. She could taste herself on your tongue and didn't seem to care, just kissed you back hungrily.
"I need you inside me," she whispered against your mouth. "Please. I need it."
You were hard again—had been getting hard again the moment you'd tasted her. "You sure?"
"I'm sure. I'm so sure. Please."
You lined yourself up, dragging your cock through her wetness, coating yourself. The head bumped against her clit and she whimpered, trying to angle her hips to take you in.
"Ready?"
"Yes, fuck, please—"
You pushed into her slowly. Tight—jesus fuck, so tight—and hot and slick around you. Her breath caught. You watched her face, watched her eyes flutter closed, her mouth fall open in a silent gasp.
"Okay?" you managed.
"Don't stop. Keep going."
You sank deeper, inch by inch, until your hips met hers and you were buried completely. You stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around you.
"Move," she said. "Please move."
You pulled out slowly, then thrust back in. Her back arched and she made that sound again, high and needy. You found a rhythm—slow at first, deep and deliberate, watching her face for every reaction.
"Harder," she said. "I won't break."
Fuck. You gripped her hips and gave her what she wanted. The couch creaked with each thrust. She was meeting you halfway now, her hips rolling, her pussy clenching around you.
"That's it," she gasped. "Just like that, don't stop—"
You couldn't have stopped if you wanted to. Some distant part of your brain was screaming that this was insane, unprofessional, that you'd crossed every line. The rest of you didn't give a shit.
Her nails dug into your back—you'd have marks tomorrow, crescent moons you wouldn't be able to explain. She was getting louder, less coherent, her body starting to tense.
"Close," she managed. "Oppa, I'm so close—"
You shifted the angle slightly and she cried out. You'd found something good. You kept hitting that spot, hard and fast, and suddenly she was coming, her whole body going rigid then shaking, pussy clenching around you in waves so tight you almost couldn't move.
"Fuck!" She was loud, uninhibited. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
You didn't slow down, couldn't, you were too close yourself. Just kept fucking her through it. She was oversensitive, gasping and twitching with every thrust, but she didn't tell you to stop.
"Inside," she managed, her voice wrecked. "I'm safe—please, I want to feel it—"
That did it. You slammed in one last time and came with a groan that felt ripped from your chest, your cock pulsing inside her, filling her. Her cunt was still fluttering around you, milking every drop.
You collapsed on top of her, both of you breathing hard. Her arms came around you, holding you close.
After a moment, you carefully pulled out. Your cum immediately started leaking out of her, obscenely white against her pink, used pussy. She made a small sound, whether protest or satisfaction you couldn't tell.
"You came a lot, Oppa," she murmured.
"Yeah." You shifted to lie beside her on the couch. "You fine?"
"So fine..." She turned her head to look at you, that smile playing at her lips again. "My members are going to be so jealous."
Your brain was still foggy. "What?"
"That I got to be your first." She stretched like a cat. "From the twelve of us."
"Wait, what do you mean the twelve—"
"We talk about everything, Oppa." She was grinning now. "And after tonight? They're definitely going to want their turn."
"Chuu, that's not—I can't just—" You didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Could you? Would you? Should you?
"We'll see." She sat up, winced slightly. "I need a shower. Join me?"
"I should—" You stopped. Should what? Leave? Pretend this didn't happen?
"Please stay," she said, softer now. "I don't want to be alone tonight."
So you stayed.
You woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the sound of a shower running. For a moment you were disoriented, then it all came back. Chuu. Everything that happened.
Fuck.
You sat up on the edge of her bed—you'd eventually made it to her bedroom sometime after the shower, after she'd pulled you down for another round, slower and softer than the first. Your clothes were scattered somewhere between the living room and here.
Your phone was on her nightstand. The screen showed dozens of notifications—the group chat, mostly. You scrolled through: questions about Chuu, worry, anger at the company. Nothing that required an immediate response.
The shower turned off. A moment later, Chuu emerged, wrapped in a towel, her phone in hand, hair wet and face bare of makeup. She looked younger like this. Softer.
"Morning," she said, smiling when she saw you were awake.
Synopsis: You're a 22-year-old college senior moving into a boarding house, expecting a quiet stay. Instead, you find six vibrant women, Sumin, Sieun, Isa, Seeun, Yoon, and J, each with their own struggles. Chaos, secrets, and risky moments pull you into their messy, dynamic world, challenging you to keep up.
EP. 1: Place Calls Home
EP. 2: Growth Feeling
EP. 3: Caring is Sharing
EP. 4: Fake Marriage
EP. 5: Past Scars
status: on going
(suggest to read following the order of episodes for better story experience)
General Sullyoon x Male Reader, a fluffy story where we get to see the two sides of Sullyoon. The hardworking, very very scary general but when she gets home she gets doted on by Y/N even when she acts like the scary general she is.
SOFT FOR YOU
NMIXX Sullyoon X Male Reader
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The last time a lieutenant tried to argue with General Sullyoon, the entire operations wing fell silent.
“Run that by me again,” she said, voice like ice over steel.
The overhead projector hummed. The lieutenant swallowed, Adam’s apple jerking. Around the long table, colonels and majors didn’t dare look up from their tablets. The entire war room seemed to shrink under the weight of Sullyoon’s gaze.
“I–I simply meant, ma’am, that our artillery reserves might not—”
“You meant,” she cut in, leaning forward, “that you were willing to risk a breach on our eastern line because you don’t trust the numbers I’ve already verified myself.”
Her tone never rose. It didn’t have to. The lieutenant’s face went pale.
“I—no, General, I just—”
“You ‘just’ wasted five minutes of this briefing with inefficient speculation.” She flicked her pen down on the table; the tiny sound made everyone flinch. “Do I look uncertain to you, Lieutenant?”
“N-no, ma’am.”
“Then next time, question the data on your own time. Not mine. Sit down.”
The man practically folded into his seat. No one else spoke.
You sat at the far end of the table, tablet spun so it faced you and Sullyoon both, legs crossed, posture relaxed in a way everyone else was too afraid to copy. You’d long ago learned that the worst thing you could do in this room was flinch. The General’s anger wasn’t random; it was precision-guided. Today, at least, it flew right past you.
You cleared your throat, a soft thing in the heavy silence. “As I was saying, General,” you picked up smoothly where she’d cut the lieutenant down, “if we reposition the third mechanized unit along the riverbank, we can secure the choke point without overextending our artillery. Page 12, projections C and D.”
The screen changed with a click of the remote. Sullyoon’s eyes moved from the lieutenant she’d verbally executed to the map. The room seemed to breathe again.
Her jaw flexed once, twice. Then she sat back and listened.
“Show them the casualty projection with that adjustment,” she said.
You tapped your tablet. Numbers appeared.
“Seven percent reduction on worst-case scenarios,” you replied. “Best case, we avoid engagement on that flank altogether.”
Her face didn’t shift, but you saw it: a nearly imperceptible softening at the corners of her eyes. Approval. Everyone else saw only the terrifying General weighing victory and defeat. You saw the woman who hadn’t slept more than five hours a night in weeks.
“Accepted,” she said. “We’ll proceed with Strategist Y/L/N’s plan. Update all relevant units.”
The room echoed with chairs scratching back, pens scraping paper. A chorus of “Yes, ma’am!” filled the air. No one questioned that she’d made her decision, and once Sullyoon decided, the matter was over.
“Briefing adjourned. I want new readiness reports on my desk by twenty-three hundred.” Her gaze swept the room, cold and exact. “If any of you are later than that, don’t bother coming in tomorrow. The front lines don’t take days off. Dismissed.”
People poured out, some walking too quickly, some pretending they weren’t rushing to escape. You stayed seated, calmly closing your tablet as her eyes finally landed on you.
“You too, Y/N,” she said, voice still razor-sharp. “In my office. Ten minutes.”
You met her gaze. Most people couldn’t bear to hold it. You’d been staring into those eyes for years. You didn’t blink. “Yes, General.”
Her eyebrow twitched, just a fraction, at your calm tone.
Only you would dare sound that familiar.
-----
Her office was large, spartan, and meticulously neat. Dark wood, metal, minimal personal touches. Medals and awards lined the back wall, next to framed maps with red marker scars—past campaigns she’d led, victories the nation still talked about. A single photo sat face-down on her desk, as it always did during work hours.
You’d taken it yourself—Sullyoon standing on a balcony in a sweater that belonged to you, hair down, squinting at the morning sun with a coffee mug in her hands and the ghost of a smile on her face.
Today, like every day, it remained hidden under the weight of her rank.
She was already there when you arrived, long coat shed and draped over the back of her chair. Her uniform was perfectly pressed, every line sharp, her hair pulled back in its signature bun. She looked up from a stack of reports as you closed the door behind you.
“Lock it,” she said.
You did. The click of the deadbolt sounded louder than it should have. In here, confidentiality wasn’t a suggestion.
You walked up to her desk and stopped on the opposite side, hands slipping behind your back in a practiced, respectful stance.
“You were harsh today,” you said evenly.
“I was correct,” she countered, not looking up.
You didn’t argue that. You’d long learned there was a difference between challenging her and trying to break that steel she wore like armor. And she needed that armor out there.
But it didn’t mean you couldn’t tap it, remind her there was a person underneath.
“You can be correct without making lieutenants contemplate career changes,” you said. “You know some of them are still convinced you sleep in your office chair and recharge on pure caffeine and fear.”
She finally looked up at that, eyes narrowing. “Do you have a point, Y/N, or are you angling for disciplinary action?”
“Already disciplined,” you replied. “Every morning, courtesy of my terrifying live-in commander.”
Her expression didn’t change.
Then, slowly, barely, the corner of her lip tugged.
“Careful,” she murmured. “The others might hear you speak like that.”
“They’re all convinced I’m either insane or suicidal for talking to you like this,” you said. “I’d rather not shatter the myth.”
She put the report down and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. Her eyes searched your face with that same tactical intensity she used when reviewing satellite imagery. But the longer she stared, the more the edge started to dull.
“You went off my plan,” she said quietly.
You blinked. “It was still within parameters.”
“It wasn’t my original decision,” she insisted. “You overrode an element of my formation.”
“Technically,” you corrected, “you overrode it after I gave you better data. That’s what you keep me around for. You don’t need a parrot, General. You need someone who can challenge you when you’re too deep in the fight to notice you’re overextending.”
Silence.
Her gaze dropped to your hands, then returned to your face. When she spoke again, her voice had lost the harshness; what remained was tired steel.
“You’re not afraid of me,” she said.
You tilted your head. “Do you want me to be?”
A muscle jumped in her jaw.
“No.”
There. The barest crack in the armor.
You stepped closer to the desk, resting your palms lightly on the edge, leaning in. “Then that’s your answer.”
Her eyes lingered on your hands, then the small crease between your brows. You knew you were frowning, even if you tried not to.
“You’re doing it again,” she said. “That face.”
“Worried?” you asked. “Hard not to, when I watch you carry the whole front like it’s a backpack.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“Tell that to the stack of reports you plan to finish before midnight,” you replied. “How long have you been on-base today?”
“Since five.”
“Morning?”
She gave you a look that clearly said, What do you think?
You blew out a slow breath. “I’m calling it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Calling what?”
“Your day.” You straightened, checking the time on your watch. “It’s twenty-one hundred. You’ve been here sixteen hours. I’m invoking my authority.”
“Your authority,” she repeated flatly, as if testing the shape of the words.
“Yes.” You met her gaze unwaveringly. “The jurisdiction I hold over your health, sanity, and sleep schedule.”
“Last I checked,” she said, “I outrank you by several tiers.”
“Last I checked,” you parried, “you promised to let me take care of you when you started forgetting what ‘rest’ means.”
Her lips parted, then closed. The angle of her shoulders shifted, the rigid line softening by a fraction of a degree.
“That was off-duty,” she said.
“Well,” you replied, walking around the side of the desk, “it’s about to be off-duty. Stand up.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
You stopped beside her chair, looking down at her. Up close like this, the faint shadows under her eyes were more obvious, the tension along her neck more defined. You reached out, deliberately slow, giving her time to reject it if she wanted, and set your hand lightly on her shoulder.
“Ni-oon,” you said softly.
The name wasn’t a rank or a title. It was hers. Between you.
Her shoulders moved with a small inhale. The General’s mask didn’t fall—not completely. It never did, not here—but it slipped, a millimeter less tightly fastened.
“That’s not appropriate,” she said, but her hand reached up and placed itself over yours, fingers briefly curling.
“Stand up,” you repeated, voice gentler. “We’re going home.”
She studied you for a long moment, then scoffed softly. It was a quiet, exasperated sound that never escaped the walls of this office.
“Only you,” she murmured, “would dare order me around.”
“Only I can get away with it,” you said.
Her eyes glinted. “That’s debatable.”
“You going to write yourself up for insubordination if you listen?” you asked.
The faintest ghost of a real smile crossed her face, so quick that if you hadn’t been watching for it, you might have missed it.
“Fine,” she said, pushing back her chair. “Fifteen minutes to wrap things up.”
“Ten,” you shot back. “I’ll wait by the door. If you’re still at the desk at ten, I’m carrying you out.”
“Y/N—”
“Ten,” you repeated, and this time, you let a rare note of steel into your own voice.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed.
You watched the shift inside her. The part that hated relinquishing control clashed with the part that trusted you more than she trusted herself.
“You’re getting bold,” she muttered.
“Boldness is contagious,” you said. “I learned from the best.”
Her exhale was long, through her nose, as if she were trying very hard not to let it become a laugh. “Go,” she said, dropping back into the chair. “Before I change my mind.”
You squeezed her shoulder once—a silent promise—and stepped away.
You knew she wouldn’t be at the desk in ten minutes.
Even the Ice General listened when you drew a line.
-----
She made it in nine.
You were scrolling through base updates on your phone when the office lights dimmed. The click of her computer shutting down was followed by the soft scratch of drawers closing and papers being stacked.
When she approached the door, coat on, gloves in hand, she looked every bit the terrifying commander the world knew: back straight, gaze steady, uniform immaculate.
But there was a looseness to her movements now, something almost imperceptible—unless you knew where to look.
“See?” you said, unlocking the door. “Didn’t kill you.”
“Yet,” she replied.
Her hand brushed the small of your back as you stepped out in front of her. To anyone watching, it was just a guiding gesture, the dominant wolf shepherding the rest of the pack.
You felt the brief press, the warm weight of her palm, and knew better.
The drive home was quiet at first.
The city blurred by outside the car window—neon signs, dim streetlights, the pale haze of late-night traffic. The military base receded in the rearview mirror, its cold fences and watchtowers giving way to normalcy. Civilian life.
Sullyoon sat in the passenger seat, uniform jacket open, one gloved hand resting on her knee, the other propped against the window. Her posture was still straight, but less rigid now, as if every kilometer put another layer of distance between her and the General everyone feared.
“You’re doing it again,” you said.
“Doing what?” Her eyes stayed on the window.
“Thinking about repositioning artillery instead of what you want for dinner.”
Her lips pressed together. “We already decided on the positions.”
“We did. Past tense. That means this is the part where we let the orders do their job and you remember you’re a human being.”
“That’s debatable,” she murmured.
“I’ve seen you asleep with your mouth slightly open,” you said. “Very human.”
She turned her head sharply. “I do not—”
“You do,” you said. “It’s cute.”
Her eyes narrowed into a look that had cowed brigades. She directed it fully at you now.
“Repeat that,” she said softly.
“Cute,” you repeated, without flinching. “Adorable, even.”
The glare intensified. A lesser soul might have swerved into a ditch.
You kept your hands steady on the wheel.
For three long seconds, she simply stared at you. Then she turned back to the window with a sharp exhale through her nose. “You’re insufferable.”
“You’re still blushing,” you said.
“I am not.”
“The glass is reflective, Ni-oon.”
“If you call me that again while I’m in uniform, I’ll have you reassigned to the northern border,” she muttered.
“You tried last time,” you said. “Command sent the request back annotated: ‘Strategist Y/L/N is the only documented handler for General Sullyoon. Transfer denied.’”
Her ears actually went pink at that.
“That report wasn’t meant to be public,” she said. “Or read by you.”
“You left it open on your desk,” you replied. “Also you forgot to lock your computer. Again.”
She muttered something under her breath about “meddling higher-ups” and “idiots with pens.”
You glanced sideways at her. In the dim car light, she looked younger, the harshness peeled back to reveal the woman who’d once asked you, on a rainy night years ago, if you really thought she could do it—if you really believed she could carry a whole war on her shoulders and still find her way home.
“Do you remember,” you said quietly, “what you told me when you took this rank?”
Her eyes flicked to you, then back to the road ahead. “You’re more specific than that when you run simulations.”
“You said,” you continued, “that you were afraid if you became a general, there’d be nothing left of you by the time you took the stars off at night.”
She was very still.
“I said that,” she confirmed, voice low.
“And?”
“And what?”
You risked another glance, meeting her gaze. “How much of you is left tonight?”
Her throat moved with a swallow. For a moment, she didn’t answer.
Then, slowly, she reached out and placed her hand on the center console, palm up, fingers relaxed.
You didn’t say anything. You just slid your hand into hers.
Her grip tightened instantly, as if she’d been waiting for that cue. Her knuckles brushed your wrist, her thumb unconsciously tracing the edge of your hand.
“Enough,” she said at last. “Because of you.”
You squeezed back. “Good. That’s the only acceptable answer.”
Home was a quiet building on a side street that most people passed without noticing. No military insignias, no guards. Just a neutral door with a keypad only two people knew the code to.
You punched it in, and she followed you inside. The moment the door shut behind you, the world shifted.
The air was warmer. Literally, thanks to the heater, but also in the way the soft light spilled over the living room, catching on the small clutter of two people’s lives: a jacket tossed over the back of the couch (yours), a book left face-down on the coffee table (hers), a pair of indoor slippers only she ever wore because your feet “ran hot as engines.”
The lock clicked.
For a heartbeat, she just stood there in the entryway, as if caught between worlds.
You turned and looked at her. “Shoes,” you said, gentle but firm.
Her eyes flicked down to her polished boots. Her hand hovered over the zipper. Then she straightened, squaring her shoulders.
“I’m fine like this,” she said, voice trying to regain that commanding pitch. “I won’t be long.”
You stepped closer, closing the distance until you were standing only a breath away, the faint scent of her uniform’s starch and her own familiar perfume surrounding you.
“Nim,” you said, using the nickname now that the door was closed, rank left outside.
Her lashes fluttered. “Don’t…”
“Don’t what?” you asked quietly.
“Don’t use that when I’m still like this,” she murmured. “I might forget which one I’m supposed to be.”
You smiled, small and soft. “That’s my job, remember? I remind you.”
You crouched down without waiting for permission. She made a startled sound you pretended not to hear as you reached for the first boot zipper.
“Y/N—”
You looked up from where you were halfway bent, your hands on her boot.
“Stand at ease, General,” you said, gaze steady. “Off-duty protocol.”
Her lips parted, as if to argue. Then she shut them.
Slowly, her heels shifted apart, her knees unlocking. Her shoulders dropped a fraction.
You unzipped the first boot, easing it off her foot with gentle care, placing it neatly by the wall. The same with the second. With each motion, the unspoken ritual took place: one piece of the General’s armor set aside, one piece of Sullyoon reclaimed.
When you were done, you stood, placing her slippers in front of her feet.
She looked down at them, then at you. “You know I can do that myself,” she said, but there was no real heat in it.
“I know,” you replied. “Let me anyway.”
She slid her feet into the slippers with a soft exhale.
You reached up, fingers brushing the top button of her uniform jacket. You paused there, waiting for her reaction.
Her breath hitched—not dramatically, but enough that you felt it.
Then, wordlessly, she lifted her chin, granting you access.
You unbuttoned the stiff collar, one button, then the next, the fabric loosening. Her pulse beat steadily at her throat. You could see it now. You finished with the last button and smoothed the lapels back.
Her shoulders eased another notch.
“Better?” you asked.
“A little,” she admitted.
You took the jacket gently from her shoulders, feeling the strain in her muscles as they relaxed under your touch. The medals gleamed dully in the warm light as you carried it to the hook you’d installed just for this: the “war coat,” you’d dubbed it. Hung up when she came home. Put on again only when she left.
When you turned back, she was just standing there in her blouse and slacks, looking strangely… lost.
You smiled and stepped up, placing your hands lightly on her waist.
“Welcome home, Sullyoon,” you said softly.
The name—her name, with no rank attached—seemed to hit something deep inside her. Her eyes closed as she exhaled, the last of the day’s tension seeping out of her like air from an overinflated tire.
When she opened them again, the General was still there, but dimmer. The woman you loved shone clearer through the cracks.
“I’m hungry,” she admitted, voice quieter.
“There’s soup on the stove,” you said. “And rice. Sit, I’ll bring it.”
“I can—”
“Sit,” you repeated, this time with a hint of authority.
Her brow arched.
You held her gaze.
After a beat, she clicked her tongue softly. “You’re lucky I’m off-duty,” she muttered, but she did turn and walk to the dining table.
You watched her move through the space that was entirely hers as much as yours: the way her fingers brushed the back of a chair before she sat, the way she scanned the room automatically, as if checking for threats, then seemed to remember there weren’t any in this perimeter.
By the time you brought out the food, she was leaning on one elbow, cheek resting lightly on her hand, staring at the steam curling up from the empty placemat.
“You didn’t eat lunch, did you,” you said, setting the bowl in front of her.
She hesitated, then looked up. “…It was a working lunch.”
“So, no,” you translated.
She ignored that, picking up her chopsticks.
You reached over and nudged her bowl slightly closer. “Eat slow,” you said. “You’ll get indigestion.”
She gave you a look that clearly said, I’ve marched for twenty hours in the snow, but obediently slowed down from ravenous gulping to something more measured.
Between bites, she spoke, more to her soup than to you. “The third artillery battery will need resupply in two days. Logistics is already swamped. We might need to—”
“Sullyoon.”
She paused, spoon halfway to her lips.
“You’re home,” you reminded her. “War room topics have a thirty-minute ban from entry after dinner.”
“We never agreed to that,” she protested.
“I did,” you said. “I’m the only one authorized to manage your downtime. Remember?”
A flicker of stubbornness lit her eyes. “You’re really leaning on that imaginary authority tonight.”
“That’s because my favorite general is one campaign away from burning out,” you said calmly. “I’d like to keep her functional and alive, if that’s alright with command.”
Her chopsticks stilled. She looked at you, really looked, and in her gaze you saw it: guilt, pride, fatigue, and something vulnerable she rarely let you see anywhere but here.
“Do I scare you?” she asked suddenly.
The question caught you off guard. You set your own spoon down.
“In the field?” you asked. “Sometimes. You terrify everyone when you’re in combat mode.”
“And here?” she pressed.
You didn’t hesitate. “No.”
Her jaw clenched. “Even when I’m… like that? When I yell? When I…” She trailed off, fingers curling slightly on the table.
“You’re demanding. Intense. Overbearing,” you said without sugarcoating it. “You forget to eat if I don’t put food in front of you. You stay up until two a.m. reading reports and then yell at the sunrise for being early. You bark orders in your sleep sometimes.”
Her ears colored.
“But you don’t scare me,” you finished. “Because I know what’s underneath all that.”
“And what is that, exactly?” she asked, voice a touch too cool.
You reached across the table and tapped her forehead lightly. “A woman who cares too much,” you said. “Who’s carrying more than she should because she doesn’t trust anyone else not to mess it up.”
“That’s not how command works,” she protested.
“That’s exactly how you work,” you countered.
Silence stretched again. The only sound was the quiet clink of your spoon against your bowl.
Finally, she sighed, shoulders slumping a little.
“I don’t like her,” she said quietly.
You blinked. “Who?”
“The General,” she replied. “The one they salute. The one they whisper about. I don’t… like the way she is.”
You sat back, considering her. This wasn’t the first time you’d heard something like it, but it was the first time she’d said it so directly.
“Then why keep being her?” you asked gently.
Her eyes flashed. “Because if I’m not, people die.”
There it was. The core of her.
You nodded slowly. “Alright,” you said. “Then we keep her. But only where she’s needed.”
Her brows knit. “What are you implying?”
“That she doesn’t get to live here,” you said, tapping the table, then gesturing vaguely to the apartment. “Here, you’re just Sullyoon. My Sullyoon.”
The fierceness in her eyes faltered, replaced by something softer, almost uncertain.
“And if I forget?” she asked, voice small enough that your heart clenched.
You smiled.
“Then I remind you,” you said. “Over and over, if I have to. I’ll drag the General out of your shoulders and hang her jacket on the wall myself.”
“You make it sound easy,” she murmured.
“It won’t be,” you acknowledged. “You’ve been her for a long time. She’s stubborn. You’re stubborn. Bad combination.”
A faint huff left her lips at that.
“But I’m stubborn too,” you went on. “And last I checked, I’m the only one she listens to.”
Her gaze dropped to her bowl. “They really wrote that in the report?”
“They did,” you said. “Word for word: ‘Strategist Y/L/N is the only verified individual capable of de-escalating General Sullyoon without loss of authority or operational readiness.’”
Her cheeks puffed slightly as she tried not to smile. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s accurate,” you said. “I’ve seen colonels practically faint when you glare at them. Meanwhile, I tell you to sit and you actually sit.”
“I do not—”
“You sat just now.”
“That was— you guilt-tripped me into it.”
“Still sat,” you pointed out.
She gave you a long, exasperated look that gradually melted into something almost… fond.
“You’re impossible,” she said.
“You chose me,” you replied.
“Questionable judgment,” she muttered.
“You can lead an entire army and win impossible battles,” you said. “But apparently the one thing you can’t do is pick a different partner. You’re stuck with me.”
“Unfortunately,” she said.
But her eyes were smiling now.
-----
There was a kind of quiet after dinner that only existed in this apartment.
Sullyoon showered first, emerging with damp hair and an oversized sweatshirt you’d bought her but ended up stealing back half the time. It hung loose on her, sleeves half-covering her hands, the hem nearly to her thighs. It was the opposite of her uniform: soft, shapeless, comforting.
You watched her from the couch as she padded over, barefoot, toweling her hair. The General who’d frozen a war room with a single sentence now nearly tripped over the corner of the rug because the sleeves were too long.
Instead of collapsing into her usual spot beside you, she stopped in front of the couch and looked down at you.
You looked up.
“What?” you asked.
“Move,” she said.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
She dropped the towel over your head, covering your face. “Move,” she repeated, voice muffled through the fabric.
You flailed under the towel for a second, then yanked it down, hair now a mess. “You’re abusing your authority.”
“That’s not the only thing I abuse,” she muttered.
You squinted. “I’m afraid to ask.”
“My own health, for one,” she said.
You sobered.
“Right,” you said softly. “Which is why you’re going to sit, and I’m going to make sure your back doesn’t seize up tonight.”
Her nose wrinkled. “You make it sound like I’m eighty.”
“You act like you’re carrying eighty years of responsibility,” you said. “Lie down.”
She hesitated. “No, it’s fine, I can just—”
“Sullyoon.”
The way you said her name left no room for argument.
Her eyes searched your face, then she huffed out a breath and dropped herself lengthwise across the couch, head landing in your lap with more force than necessary.
“Happy?” she grumped, staring up at the ceiling.
“Getting there,” you said.
You adjusted her position slightly so her head rested more comfortably against your thigh. One of her hands ended up resting against your stomach, fingers unconsciously curling into the hem of your shirt.
You started gently working the tension out of her scalp, fingers combing through her damp hair, massaging small circles at her temples. You could almost feel the General’s rigid outlines dissolving under your touch.
Her eyes fluttered closed.
“Too hard?” you asked.
“No,” she murmured. “It’s… fine.”
Her voice had dropped in volume. You knew that tone—it was the one that crept in when she was halfway to sleep but still trying to pretend she wasn’t tired.
“Tell me if it hurts,” you said.
“You know I won’t,” she replied. “You’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
“I always do,” you said quietly.
You worked your way down to the back of her neck, thumbs pressing gently into the knots there. She hissed softly, shoulders twitching.
“There,” you said. “That’s where you’re holding the whole command center.”
“Feels like it,” she mumbled.
“Give some of it to me,” you said without thinking.
Her eyes opened, dark and searching.
“You already carry enough,” she said. “I can’t ask that of you.”
“You don’t have to ask,” you replied. “I took some of it the day I decided to stay by your side, remember? That wasn’t a rhetorical promise.”
Her throat bobbed.
“Why?” she asked, and the word was so raw it made your chest ache.
You paused, fingers still.
“Why what?” you asked gently.
“Why do you keep doing this?” she pressed. “Putting up with… her. The General. The way I talk. The things I say when I’m tired. The orders I throw at you. The way the others look at you for daring to speak back to me. Why…”
Her voice thinned, fraying at the edges.
“Why aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” she finished, barely above a whisper.
You took a breath.
“Sullyoon,” you said quietly. She didn’t answer, so you continued, fingers resuming their slow motions. “You want the honest answer?”
“Don’t you always give that?” she said weakly.
“Yes,” you agreed. “But sometimes you pretend you don’t hear it.”
She made a noncommittal noise.
“I’m not afraid of you,” you said, choosing each word with care, “because I’ve seen you at your worst. Not just the General—the version of you that comes home after a loss and can’t even look at yourself in the mirror. The one who sits on that very floor and stares at the wall because someone under her command is never coming back.”
Her hand tightened unconsciously in your shirt.
“I’ve seen you like that,” you went on. “And you still didn’t lash out at me. You never aimed that anger at me, even when you were drowning in it. You snapped, sure—you’re human—but you never crossed that line. Not once. Not in all these years.”
“I came close,” she said hoarsely.
“You didn’t,” you corrected. “And even if one day you do slip and say something you regret? We’ll handle it. I’m not glass, Ni-oon. I can take it. I’d rather be the one standing in front of you when you break than anyone else.”
Her eyes were very wet now.
“You say that like it’s easy,” she whispered.
“It’s not,” you admitted. “Some days, you scare me. But not because I think you’ll hurt me. You scare me because I see how much you’re willing to sacrifice of yourself, and I’m terrified one day you’ll give too much and won’t know how to come back.”
Her breath hitched.
“That’s why I’m here,” you said. “That’s why I keep pulling you home. Why I take your boots off and unbutton your collar and tell you to eat and sleep. It’s not because I think you’re weak. It’s because you won’t do it for yourself.”
A tear slid sideways from the corner of her eye, disappearing into her hairline.
“…You idiot,” she murmured.
“That’s one of my better qualities,” you said lightly.
Her lips trembled in something that was almost a smile.
“What if one day I can’t switch it off?” she asked. “What if I come home and the General is all that’s left?”
You bent forward and kissed her forehead, right between her brows, where the stress lines always gathered.
“Then I’ll keep trying,” you said against her skin. “I’ll keep talking to you, not to her. I’ll keep cooking for you, and taking your boots off, and fighting you on bedtimes like a stubborn child, until you remember there’s a ‘you’ beyond the rank.”
She closed her eyes, more tears spilling now, but she didn’t sob. Her breathing just went a little uneven, catching on the edges.
“And if I never do?” she pressed.
You leaned back and looked down at her, your hand sliding to cup her cheek gently.
“Then I’ll love the General too,” you said simply. “Because she’s still you. Just a part that’s too scared to put the armor down. I’ll learn to speak her language. I already have, haven’t I?”
Her laugh was wet and soft. “You really have.”
“Only difference is,” you added, “the General thinks she can command everyone. But she listens to me.”
“Don’t get cocky,” she muttered, but the fight was gone from her voice.
“You listen when I tell you to go home,” you said. “You listen when I say, ‘Enough work.’ You listened when I called your day at nine p.m. today.”
She huffed. “Barely.”
“Still listened,” you said.
Her eyes opened again, and you saw something there you didn’t always get to see: naked gratitude, trust so absolute it almost scared you.
“You’re the only one who tells me ‘no,’” she admitted. “Everyone else either fears me or worships me. You…”
She reached up, fingers brushing your jaw.
“…You just look at me like I’m… me,” she finished lamely.
“You are you,” you said, catching her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “General, soldier, stubborn woman in my sweatshirt. I’ll take every version.”
She stared at you for a long beat, then spoke in the quietest voice you’d ever heard from her.
“Stay,” she said.
“I live here,” you pointed out. “You’d have to file a transfer request to get rid of me.”
“You know what I mean,” she said.
You smiled. “Always.”
You shifted slightly, adjusting your position so you could lean back more comfortably while still cradling her head. She turned onto her side, curling closer, one arm sliding around your waist, her forehead nuzzling lightly against your stomach.
She was clingier like this, when she was exhausted and letting herself be honest. Out there, she was a fortress; in here, she was a woman who latched onto the one person who made her feel safe enough to sleep.
You rested your hand on her back, feeling each slow rise and fall of her breathing.
“Y/N?” she murmured, voice already blurred with drowsiness.
“Mm?”
“…Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?” you asked softly.
“For… not being afraid,” she said. “For… standing in front of me. For… everything.”
You stroked her hair. “Always.”
“Promise you won’t leave?” she asked, and there it was again—pure vulnerability, stripped of all the layers of command and composure.
You leaned your head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling.
“I promise,” you said. “On one condition.”
She made a small questioning sound.
“You keep coming home,” you murmured. “No matter how hard it gets out there. No matter how much you have to be the General. You come back to me when the day’s over. Even if you feel like there’s nothing left. Even if you’re too tired to talk. Just… come back. Let me be the one place you can fall apart.”
Her grip tightened around your waist, almost desperate.
“I’ll come back,” she whispered. “Every time. As long as you’re here.”
“I will be,” you said simply.
Silence settled again, but it was warm this time, thick with shared breaths and promises and unspoken things that didn’t need words anymore.
Gradually, her breathing slowed, lengthened. The tension bled from her muscles, one by one, until her weight settled fully against you. The mighty General Sullyoon, the terror of the front lines, the woman whose signature decided the fate of entire battalions—fast asleep, curled around you like you were her anchor.
You looked down at her peaceful face, at the lashes that had intimidated recruits when she glared, now resting gently against her cheeks. You brushed an errant strand of hair from her forehead, being careful not to disturb her.
“Sleep well, Nim,” you whispered.
She didn’t answer.
You stayed like that for a long time, even after your leg started to tingle with pins and needles. Moving her felt like you’d be moving a mountain. Besides, if she woke and found you gone, you knew she’d pretend it didn’t bother her… and then stay awake another hour staring at the ceiling.
You could handle a numb leg.
Eventually, you dozed off too, head nodding slightly, your hand still resting protectively on her back.
-----
The next morning, the alarm went off at five.
You groaned, reaching blindly across the couch for your phone, only to realize you were in bed.
You blinked your eyes open.
The bedroom was dim, dawn just beginning to sketch pale outlines through the curtains. You were under the blanket, lying on your side. Your arm was draped over something warm and solid.
You looked down.
Sullyoon was pressed against you, back to your chest, your arm locked snugly around her waist. At some point during the night, she’d apparently woken, hauled both of you to bed with military efficiency, and then latched onto you like a particularly stubborn koala.
She stiffened slightly as the alarm rang again. Without looking, she snaked a hand out, grabbed your phone from the nightstand, and silenced it in one motion.
“I’ll never get used to how you do that,” you mumbled into her hair.
“Hand-eye coordination,” she said sleepily.
“You were fully asleep,” you said.
“I’m never fully asleep,” she replied, voice thick. “Occupational hazard.”
You tightened your arm around her gently. “You are here,” you countered. “That’s what matters.”
She made a noncommittal hum and shifted, turning in your hold until she was facing you. The early light softened her features, made her look almost delicate, if not for the faint scars you knew each story behind.
“We have a briefing at six,” she said.
“We?” you repeated.
“You,” she corrected. “I have three separate meetings, a status review, and a politician to terrify.”
You smiled. “Busy day.”
“Mm.”
Her eyes searched your face, lingering on the creases your pillow had left against your cheek, the barely-there stubble on your jaw.
“Five more minutes,” she said abruptly.
You blinked. “What?”
She grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm back around her, burying her face against your chest.
“Five more minutes,” she repeated, voice muffled. “General’s orders.”
You chuckled softly, relief blooming in your chest.
“Yes, ma’am,” you said, hugging her closer.
She snorted. “Idiot.”
You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth, the weight, the steady rhythm of her breathing.
This was the part no report would ever record, no medal would ever commemorate: the way the most feared woman in the country clung to you for five stolen minutes in the dawn, just a person, just tired and loved and human.
Five minutes turned into ten.
When you finally dragged yourselves out of bed, the shift began again.
She put on her uniform. The lines returned to her shoulders. The General settled over her like a familiar, heavy cloak.
But as you straightened her tie at the door, smoothing the fabric with practiced hands, you caught the flicker in her gaze—the part of her that was still Sullyoon, standing in the apartment you shared, about to become someone else for the day.
You fixed her medals, fingers sure.
“Try not to make lieutenants cry today,” you said.
“No promises,” she replied, but her tone was lighter.
You stepped back and looked her over, then nodded. “Perfect.”
She cleared her throat, straightening.
“When I return,” she said, voice slipping into that controlled, commanding cadence that sent tremors through entire divisions, “I expect dinner ready.”
You saluted. “Yes, General.”
Her eyes warmed, just a touch.
“And…” she added, almost reluctantly, “I expect my spot on the couch reserved.”
You smiled slowly. “And your nightly cuddling quota fulfilled?”
Her lips parted, then pressed together, a flush creeping up her neck.
“Don’t say it like that,” she muttered. “But… yes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you said.
She hesitated, then reached up, fingers curling lightly in your collar to pull you down just enough. She pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips—so fast anyone watching through the keyhole might have missed it, but filled with more than any public gesture could hold.
“You stay safe today too,” she said quietly.
“I’ll be in the command center, not the front lines,” you pointed out.
“Still,” she insisted.
You nodded. “I will. I have something to come home to.”
Her eyes softened in that way they only did for you.
She turned, hand on the doorknob, the General’s outline snapping fully into place as she squared her shoulders.
You watched her go, the click of her boots fading down the hallway.
Outside, the world was waiting for General Sullyoon: the fearsome commander, the iron-willed tactician, the nightmare of your nation’s enemies.
Inside, the warmth of last night lingered in the rumpled couch, in the spare slippers by the door, in the faint scent of her shampoo on your sweatshirt.
You smiled to yourself, locking the door behind her.
They could have their terrifying General.
You had Sullyoon.
And no matter how scary she tried to be, no matter how high she built her walls, you knew one thing with complete certainty:
Only you could tell her “enough” and make her listen.
Only you could pull the General’s jacket from her shoulders and hang it up at the end of the day.
Only you could hold the woman underneath—faults, fears, fury and all—and make her feel, for a few precious hours, that she didn’t have to command anything at all.
You glanced at the hook by the door, where her coat had hung last night, empty now, waiting patiently for her return.
“I’ll be here,” you murmured.
And you would. Every night, without fail.
Ready to dote on the scariest woman in the country until she remembered she was loved.
for @toshyun, I'm still not getting into tripleS though.
Life is often the most interesting when you do stupid shit, not the 'oh i'm going to walk into an abandoned house or try to get into a sparring match with a pigeon' sort of ordeals. Those things contain too much excitement for the tranquil atmosphere of this random park after midnight.
Why are you here exactly? Nien suggested reading a book on your phone on this exact bench. The idea so mundane yet weird you took her up on it, sprawled out on this wonderfully uncomfortable wooden bench with the spikes. Anti-homeless architecture be damned, you will lay like this even if you are getting pricked.
The book of choice was 'The Odyssey', another one of her suggestions. You were starting to wonder if she was trying to get you kidnapped or mugged or something by comatosing you with her suggestions. But, you give everything a shot. You've been here for roughly half an hour reading this classic, a few passerby's walked through, most were drunk, a few higher than a hot air balloon but nothing horrendous.
"Hello there." You turned away from your book. A woman had her gaze staring into your soul, a touch uncomfortably so. Also a bit too close for a starting interaction.
"Hm? You alright, want to sit on this bench or something?" You asked, hoisting yourself upwards, feeling pain where the spikes were wedged in your back.
"Oh, no no, erm…" She stuttered, turning around for a moment, muttering something indecipherable.
"What the…"
"Sorry..." She had turned back around, adjusting her black jacket that was falling off her shoulder. Outfit only vaguely illuminated by the oranged lamp-post to her left. "I'm really sorry err uhm…"
"Relax, take a deep breath. What is up?"
Aish, why are you entertaining this? Something within you just felt compelled to continue this conversation. Your hands tapped on the seat next to you, urging her to sit down before she crashed into the footpath. She listened, slumping onto the bench with a sigh.
"I– hm… I'm Jiyeon."
"Nice to meet you, still though– what's up with all this? Do you need money?"
"What? No!" Jiyeon sighed, "Damn you are cute…"
"Huh?" Her hands reached out, caressing your arm akin to a worm slithering on your skin. Causing you to jump backwards. "The actual fuck?"
She disengaged, revoking her hand back into her personal space. A task you thought was impossible. "This is so difficult to do, how did my mother do this long enough to birth me…"
"You are creeping me the fuck out." You said bluntly, the freaks clearly come out at night because you were speechless. You double checked your exit routes, just straight barely lit paths out either way. Jiyeon huffed, reflecting on the last five minutes.
"Sorry! Sorry– mind if I explain? Wow, I hate this."
You nodded reluctantly.
"So, I'm a…" Jiyeon was taking her sweet time to get to the point. "succubus, and like.. it's so, yeah like you know."
"You are a what?"
"Well, you see, yeah, hm. Like one of those yeah y'know, like yeah you understand what I'm saying?"
"Slow the fuck down, take a deep breath, relax and formulate a sentence properly."
Jiyeon nodded, apologising profusely with her hands. A succubus hm? Would explain the crop top in negative degree weather, maybe. You've never heard of a succubus outside of dodgy hentais, if she's telling the truth that's certainly a shock.
"So yeah– I'm one of those, I think that speaks for itself." She sighed.
"Aren't succubus normally y'know, seductive? You didn't exactly come in as a casanova." You giggled, suddenly not worried about getting robbed. If you get robbed it'll be worth it for the love of the game. Jiyeon frowned, looking dejected at her own work.
"Yeah, supposed to be. But I'm not, you saw that performance and so I haven't eaten properly in weeks. Maybe I'll get lucky with third-wheeling a drunk couple from time to time, I–sorry I'm dumping all this on you." Jiyeon shut up, killing the rambling and going quiet, turning her eyes to the moon.
"It's alright, pft. I've dealt with venting friends for quite a few years."
"We aren't friends though…"
"Ouch! I let you sit on the bench and now I'm being stranger zoned. Oh the travesty…" You jest, checking your phone for the time. Approaching two AM, if you left now you'd be home by three. Jiyeon gave a soft laugh, a sound much better than the incessant apologies from a few moments prior.
"Heh, okay. I should probably go and try my luck elsewhere. Hopefully if someone's desperate enough they'll go with me anyway, I'm not liking my chances though."
"I mean, if you are hungry I could help out…" You suggested without thinking, words just leaving your mouth with no warning. Jiyeon fidgeted, expression temporarily unreadable.
"You are too nice, stranger. Succubi drain the life out of their prey, I'd kill you– maybe.."
"Maybe?"
"I mean, I've never personally killed anyone. I'm not good enough in bed for that, I just give them the flu most of the time."
Jiyeon was getting more and more confusing with every sentence she said, you cocked your brow and repeated your previous offer. You were going to leave soon anyway, if the very strange woman wanted to tag along you weren't going to say no.
"If you want to give me pity sex, which sounds so pathetic coming out of my mouth. I'm not going to turn it down, so hungry."
"My place or yours?"
Your bedroom hasn't seen action in quite sometime, Jiyeon breaking a dry streak and in turn you were also breaking hers. Sort of, fuck if you know. She gave you one very simple warning that her urges can overtake her rational thinking. But you'll be alright, you've hung out with enough drunkards in your time.
"I'm so fucking hungry." Jiyeon groaned, shoving you onto your own bed. "These clothes are in my way." She made short work of them, borderline ripping them straight off. A small rip being heard, seemingly in at least one piece.
"Let me take your clothes off." You gasped, wanting to see the rest of her divine body, teased earlier by the small amount of delicious skin revealed by her crop top. She nodded, climbing over up on your body. You took a deep breath, pulling off the first article of clothing. She wasn't wearing a bra, her tits free to be feasted on by your eyes. Leaning forward to give a small kiss before digging your fingers into the waistband of her joggers. Tugging them down.
She was fully commando, now fully naked except for some socks that certainly weren't on your priority list. "I want to suck that cock so bad, take it in my mouth until its throbbing. But, god I need you in me now." Jiyeon's voice was dripping in pure, unapologetic-ally filthy seduction.
"Do it…" You voiced your need, she wasted no time. Pulling your boxers down enough to let your cock free, standing tall and beaded with precum. She was straddling you, rubbing your tip against her. She waited no longer, lowering herself slowly.
"Fuck."
"Fuck!"
Her slick pussy gripped down on you mind-numbingly, she was unbearably tight and wetter than wet. Her body was literally made for this, taking every inch inside without a struggle. You certainly were not carrying such grace, from the moment Jiyeon had lowered completely you were doing your best to not blow your load instantly like a needy virgin.
"Oh my, this cock is so good!" She moaned out into the air, "Too long, since I've had someone of my own… no sharing!" Jiyeon had no qualms with voicing out every thought on her mind, same as she had no issue with bouncing up and down with a pace that stung. Every slap was followed with a wet squelch as her cunt was dripping need.
Any response you thought of lived and died in your head, just groans. Jiyeon seemed unbothered, her walls clenching hard in pleasure, quivering with need. "Hngh, oh my!" She came for the first time, so fast you barely even blinked.
Jiyeon leaned down, swapping from riding to cowgirl. This let her kiss you, catching you off guard yet you took it. Making out aggressively, sloppily and messily, moaning in each other's mouth as your cock twitched.
"Eugh, Jiyeon." You warned, unfortunately your body couldn't take more of her warmth.
"Cum, give me it! I need it!" She begged, getting exactly what she wanted as you exploded deep inside. Counting how many spurts of white hot cum was shot into her greedy depths would be a losing battle, but its certainly more than ever before. Legs spasming as she held you still. Not letting a single drop leave her.
You woke up in the next morning, and fuck.. you felt like absolute death. At least you were alive, but you sure as hell didn't feel alive. Not planning to wake up and smell the roses or anything. In fact, judging by the sky it wasn't morning at all.
"Eugh… what the hell?" You groaned, every muscle was cramped up and stiff. How hard did you two go? Jiyeon and you went for way more than just one round. She wanted to make up for lost feeding time. But you didn't seem to have the flu at least.
"Evening." Jiyeon was to your left. "You okay? I didn't want to leave until I confirmed you were awake." She had a bottle of water in her hand, condensating on her fingers. Thrust into your hands, you took it gratefully. Drinking every sip of water like you were in a desert stranded.
"I think… you might have gone a bit crazy." You coughed, your arm moving was a blessing because nothing else seemed to want to.
"Hey! I warned you, but yeah. I'm really sorry."
"Don't be, I offered. Just wow you weren't kidding huh?" Jiyeon shook her head, looking at you with half worry and half thanks. The air went uncomfortably still with silence, neither saying anything. Just staring, you should say something. She should say something.
You just kept sipping the water to avoid being the first one.
"Normally, I'm a bit more– reserved. So to speak. Even though I can lose control, it's just time. If only I had it as easy as everyone else." Despite her best efforts, bitterness was so apparent in her words. "Eugh. Thank you again, I'll get out of your hair now."
She poised herself to leave, about to ascend.
You used the only functioning muscles in your body to stop her for a moment.
Then.
Stillness.
More silence, more than justified for someone met less than 24 hours ago.
"What's the rush?"
"Well…"
"If you want to leave, I won't stop you– but it doesn't really seem like you want to."
Jiyeon sat back down, laying next to you. Head comfortably resting on the pillows, wait how did these get washed? Oh well, you didn't really care. Her hand found the remote, turning it on by your request. Though it merely served as idle background noise, something to focus on to avoid awkwardness.
"So, Jiyeon." You started, really hating your muscles at the moment. Chugging a few pain killers has done little to help out, how dare doctors not plan for supernaturally inflicted pain? Seems a bit shortsighted to you. "Any plans for the long term?"
"Hm?"
"So you don't constantly have to intermingle with drunkards to not perish. That sorta thing."
"Oh, uhm." Jiyeon didn't have an answer, that much was obvious from the cute scrunching of her face. Trying to give you some response so it didn't look awkward, ultimately settling for a mere shrug of the shoulders.
"Do they do things like 'succubus 101: how to successfully pull baddies' level courses?"
She laughed, "Nope… unfortunately not, I tried to google advice but it's all the same stupid shit. Wear blue? Wear purple? Why is it all wear certain colours?" Only one thought entered your mind.
What the actual fuck was Jiyeon googling?
"Wait so your family didn't even like, coach? Can you even coach something like this?" You were the blind leading the blind here, until yesterday you thought succubi were merely fiction and now you are trying to get one laid. Fascinating approach.
"Erm… I didn't want to hear about my parents and intercourse so I vehemently denied it." Jiyeon said with disgust on her features on whatever her imagination conjured up.
"Yknow, that is fair." You were racking your head for any other ideas, like trying to get water out of wet sand. "Have you considered… hm… give me a list of stuff you've tried and I can work from there."
"Okay…" Jiyeon started to count with her fingers. "First I tried the normal approach, look for lonely people in the streets. But I could never get them home, so I tried dating apps. Even people who were so cringey still didn't bite. Plus that would take weeks per attempt."
Jiyeon took a thinking breath. "Then, I tried brothels. Even those who would literally pay for sex were still rejecting me…" She was truly the definition of negative game, there would be history books about this. "I get that as far as succubi goes I'm young and inexperienced, but come on!" Her frustration grew above your expectation, every emotion this girl showed was as vivid as the other.
"Insane… truly."
"This bed is comfy." Jiyeon changed the subject, spreading her arms all over the soft fabric. "I was just laying here all snug as a bug in a rug while you were knocked out." Well at least she was having fun during your absence..
Time moved on, thirty minutes? approximately. You weren't paying the most attention to it, talking in circles that were ending up nowhere. Truly the F1 races of a conversation, doing laps constantly. Eventually though you crashed possibly into what had been lingering in the recesses of your mind since this conversation started.
"Does anything stop you from feeding on the same person multiple times?"
"Nope. Apparently it's 'bad luck' or something, but superstitions were never my thing."
"I have an idea."
And what a fucking idea.
Jiyeon was a bit concerned to take you up on it first. Worrying for your health, yet with a small bit of reassurance she was game. The cute succubus had found comfort in your home, choosing to move in out of the small cheap apartment she had. Apparently massive castles are only for the first few generations, unfortunate.
She's an absolute bed hog, taking up all of the space. You have to get creative to not get kicked off, but she's cute when she's asleep so you can't be too mad. She's also quite cuddly most of the time, which caught you off guard. Jiyeon isn't exactly the sex crazed demon that her kind is often depicted as, which makes you wonder how many other supernatural beings exist to be misrepresented.
Over the last few weeks she's inhabited your space, she's definitely been making it her own. It started small, a plushie there, a pen there. Now half your room is Jiyeon and the other half is yours, a cutesy interior designer.
The hardest thing to get used to was dinner time, funnily enough. Jiyeon didn't need to eat human food, which led to awkwardness at first. You are just trying to eat your food and there she is, on her knees with your cock in her mouth looking up at you with her cutesy eyes. Treating it as no more than necessary survival, which you suppose it is.
Still, blowing your load while eating spaghetti is quite odd.
"Mmh, can we fuck?" Jiyeon asked casually, already rubbing you through your clothes, tracing absent circles with her nail. She was laying on the sofa while you were in your chair, pulled closer by her request. Back pain's a bitch.
"Yeah." You replied with all the sexual charisma of a brick wall, fanfare was irrelevant. She planned to sink onto the floor anyway, which Jiyeon did with about the same level of smoothness. Her insatiability rusted by your assistance. Laying there without jumping your bones.
Jiyeon's shorts fell to one side, panties soaked through as per usual. You've come to appreciate her consistency, tugging them off. Though, there's one thing you've wanted to do that simply hadn't come up yet. This position was perfect.
You dove right in, licking long stripes, her taste delicious straight from the source. And there was a full river amount for you to indulge in. "Wow!" She's always loud, even when you've barely even started. Your pace was flip flopping, when your desire took over you kept your mouth firmly latched onto her wet cunt. Tongue darting everywhere and anywhere. If you remembered to breathe you would take a moment of respite, though you rarely spared a thought let alone a logical one.
"You taste so sweet, why did we take so long to do this?"
"Because you never asked! Though keep doing it!"
Jiyeon held your head down, taking the decision making away from you. Her intoxicatingly strong arousal had rewired you into a hungry, feverish animal. Devouring her drenched cunt, trying not to let a single drop be wasted. That'd be the biggest act of sacrilege commitable.
Her moans never stopped, you were harder than a fucking diamond. Threatening to pop a button in your jeans, her hot sticky juices getting even more plentiful, screw any probabilities or possibilities anymore. Jiyeon didn't adhere to them, she was an oddity. Able to break all of your understandings without care.
There was a lack of mercy, abusing her clit with your devious suction. Your mouth was enough to bring the succubus to a strong orgasm, but you are an overachiever. Two fingers plunging deep into Jiyeon's warm, wet depths.
"Fuck!" She yelled in ecstasy, your relentless, borderline mean movements gave Jiyeon no time to warn you of her impending orgasm, her hands sinfully locking you against her as she gushed all of your face. "My devil!"
Well, that does make sense.
Jiyeon was everything a succubus shouldn't be.
She's told you countless exploits about her species, she's bad at all of it. Even including the sex part, though you'd be hard pressed to agree with that. A master doesn't need to compare themselves to another and all. There seems to be one rule, a succubus can't fall in love.
Which certainly makes you wonder how she's come to be, but who knows.
Though, she's even bad at the don't fall in love part. It was a late night conversation, off the record for all but you two. Jiyeon was in a fluffy pair of pajamas, one you recommended because they swallowed her whole and she looked adorable in them. Her hands intertwined with yours as you held her close.
She spoke first. A soft, gentle, honeyed whisper. "You ever think, hm… you know like, so."
"Stop panicking Jiyeon, it's alright. What's up?" You reassured, squeezing her hand in support.
"I love you." That was that, she wasn't good at hype, build up or anything. You've come to expect that, she's a loser in the most loveable sense.
"I know." You laughed. "And I love you too, have for a while."
"So, wanna be my boyfriend?"
"Of course, ever the romantic you are."
"Fuck me!" Jiyeon moaned, you were pumping hard and deep. Happy one year anniversary, she chose to deprive herself of any of your load for a few days, making sure she was going to enjoy this as much as possible. Her hands clawed at your back, the bed was really struggling to withstand how hard you were thrusting into her.
"Jiyeon! You're so tight, ugh fuck!" You moaned into her ear, she was doing the same. A cycle of ever shrill pleasure, your cock was going deep. Hitting against her womb (if she even has one.) with every thrust, your girlfriend's wet hole took it with grace.
"I'm so needy! Please, fuck my tight body until you cum!" She could take it all, she wants more than you could give. But you'll certainly try. She was driving you crazy. It never gets easier, you're manhandling her yet you are the one sweating and struggling to not prematurely ruin the moment.
Your eyes were robbed of the great sight of your shaft going in and out, she's creaming all over you. You know it without seeing it. You can't see anything. Buried in the crevice of Jiyeon's sweaty neck, the aroma only encourages you to go harder.
"AHHH!" Jiyeon came around you, but that's never a sign to stop. The only sign to stop is when there's no more energy to continue, when your ability to exist is being directly challenged. You've only nearly died once, that was your mistake. Turns out you can cause your own demise by being too rough…
However, you were certainly on the knife's edge of that.
"More! Fuck, more more more!" She sang her mantra. or more accurately cried it out. You continued your rough pounding to just the right amount, putting your faith in a lower power to keep this bed stable. Feeling your grip loosen from the sweat that became more abundant by the thrust.
But you weren't deterred.
Nothing and you do truly mean nothing could stop you in this revelry.
Not the burning in your muscles, not the exhaustion trying to claim hold, not the obligations you have tomorrow. It is just you and Jiyeon.
Another orgasm from her. These poor sheets, defiled and messy, vaguely transparent from where her orgasms had landed. You could hear the springs of your shared mattress bouncing against every slam into her pussy, almost more audible than the collective moans.
Almost.
"I'm not sure how much more I have in me." You croaked, all of your energy disappearing very suddenly. Feeling like you were hit by a truck, or pecked by many a ducks.
"Just, do as much as you can!" She whined out.
Which wasn't much more, being drained for all of your sanity at once. Throbbing deep inside her slick warmth, pulsing helplessly as you filled her to the brim with your load. Slowing down to a halt as she was completely stuffed, Jiyeon was panting heavily, your vision was darkening. Did you go too far? You thought you were being careful.
"Baby?" Her voice was faint, yet her embrace felt soothing. You couldn't see anything.
Oh well.
If you die, it's worth it.
You woke up a few hours later to a very concerned Jiyeon, looking at you with tears in her eyes. Run down stains on her cheeks. "Oh my! You are awake, I was so worried." She sniffled.
"I think we went too far again." You smiled weekly, reaching forward to give her a lone peck on her lips. You didn't feel bad about it, you were still here. Still alive to see her face. Jiyeon leaned forward, trapping you in the warmest, most soft hug.
"You need to be more careful… I don't want to lose you." She pulled away, wiping the tears off with a napkin you had on your bedside table. "But, I'm so happy to see you."
"Likewise… say, my wonderful girlfriend." Your energy was weak, yet not weak enough to cup her cheeks. Holding her eye contact with love in the air, almost tearing up yourself. "What do you say we snuggle up here? I know you don't need to but we could always have some hot chocolate."
Jiyeon let a laugh crack out, the only human food she's ever shown love for.
"I'd like that. I'll make it though, rest there for now." She tucked you in.
Yooyeon thought once she debuted in tripleS it would get easier but being an idol the unfortunate reality was that you were paid pennies worse was she was under a small company hence mony was tight. Yooyeon was desperately trying to make ends meet with what she could she thought to herself that maybe she should have just stayed in university and listened to her parents words about choosing the idol path sadly she was past that point already what she needed right now was money and fast her debts had piled up to a considerable amount already. Seeing her current situation yooyeon had no choice under the radar without telling her company she sent her resume out to multiple modelling agency. She had experioence modeling so she thought she should be able to earn enough to sustain herself until her money situation gets better.
Sure enough Yooyeon being a pretty face she got multiple callings for her but one stood out in particular. it was a modelling gig for a summer magazine no explanation about what magazine or anything but what interested Yooyeon was the pay. The pay offered to her was more than enough to pay her debts and keep her running for a few months that was more than enough reason for Yooyeon and she quickly replied back for the photoshoot's details. Soon she got back a reply with an address and date with instructions on how to arrive at the location.
It wasn't long till the day of the gig Yooyeon followd the instruction to the address it was in a quiet part of seoul and she soon arrived in front the address. breathing deeply she entered into a brightly lit studio to her surprise there was only one person in the studio amiddle aged man with a sharp gaze and a camera in hand.
"ah you must be Yooyeon nice to meet you im Mr kim before we get started I'll have to get you to sign this nda first you know standard procedure"
"oh yes sure of course do you have a pen?"
taking the pen and paper from Mr Kim's hand Yooyeon signed the nda without much consideration and handed it back to Mr Kim.
" now than i' still have some equipment to set up there's a small room set up for you in the studio to change into the outfits for the shoot so you can head there and change first"
Following Mr Kim's instruction she headed to the room separated from the rest of the studio only by a thin hollow temporary wall. as she entered the through the door way and say the outfits realization hit her. racks of skimpy swim suits and bikinis that barely covered anything hung from the hangers in front of her. surprised Yooyeon peeked out the room and asked Mr Kim.
"Uhm Mr Kim? what exactly is this photoshoot?"
"Oh you didn't know? it's a summer gravure photoshoot"
Yooyeon returned to the room trying to process what was happening but she calmed down soon enough and told herself to think about the money. Steeling her resolve she picked her first outfit a bright blue modest swim suit. once yooyeon got out Mr Kim instructed her get into the prepared portable pool so they could begin.
The shoot began tame at first Yooyeon simply followed Mr Kim instruction showing her idol champ as she smiled for the camera splashing in the water of the portable pool. the instructions were simple as well they were simply asking her to do things like "tilt your head that way" "move your hand that way". time pass and yooyeon had gone through a considerable amount of outfits and the outfits were getting skimpier showing more skin. yooyeon had move to taking shots on a beach mat now in a bright pink bikini that hug her b-cup sized breast and rubbed against her nipple the bottom rode high on her hips and her ass was basically exposed. with this outfit Mr Kim's instruction got bolder and riskier.
"Great, tilt your head a bit more. now squeeze your arms together"
he said as he clicked on the camera capturing yooyeons cleavage
"Turn around, show us that profile."
"Bend forward a little yes, like that. Now, pull the bottoms up higher for the curve of your ass."
Yooyeon's cheeks flushed, but she complied, feeling the fabric dig into her skin as the camera clicked on her exposed cheeks peeking from the sides. More shots followed her hands on her hips, glancing over her shoulder, dropping to her knees and looking up with parted lips. Sweat beaded on her forehead under the hot lights.
After an hour Mr Kim called for a break yooyeon finally sighed in relief that it was over. She wrapped herself in a towel sitting in her changing room sipping on water. she pondered if this was worth it but the pay was good and she really needed the money. at this moment Mr Kim entered the room to talk to her.
"So Yooyoen good news the shots were perfect."
"I have to say you are a natural at this what say we earn you extra?"
"what do you mean? Mr Kim"
"We could do a special edition just you, more "intimate" shots. Double the current pay."
Yooyeon bit her lip thinking of the debts piling up
"What... what would it involve?"
"Nothing you can't handle. Just strip down, pose naturally. It'll be quick"
Yooyeon was shocked by his words for a second but regain composure immediately. After about a min of deliberating sge finally spoke.
"Okay"
"I need the cash" she whispered to herself
Yooyeon stepped back on the beach mat as she stripped the bikini off her body standing nude under the hot studio lights. Her body was an artwork slender yet curvaceous, with small pink nipples hardening in the air, a clean shaven tight pussy, and her ass round and inviting.
"Perfect"
Mr Kim praised as he started clicking on the camera while guiding her. Yooyeon cupped her breasts, crossed her legs shyly at first unsure of how to act. But with the guidance or Mr Kim she opened up slowly showing more of her nude body.
"More expression. Think desire here I'll help"
Mr Kim unbuckled his pants, letting his huge, hard cock spring free. It throbbed, thick veins pulsing along its length, the head already glistening with precum. Yooyeon gasped, her gaze locked on it as he stroked himself slowly, but she posed as directed cupping her breast and spreading her legs apart biting her lip. He snapped photos while stroking himself slowly, the sight making her shift uncomfortably, a strange heat building up in her body and specifically between her thighs.
"Perfect" her murmurred as he clicked the final shot of the camera.
Cock still out he step up towards Yooyeon than asker her
"Yooyeon look these shots are perfect and will sell well so im gonna ask you once do you want to shoot a extra special hot exclusive video i'll triple no quadruple your current pay"
Yooyeon's breath hitched. The cock in front of her was intimidating, but the money... she nodded.
"Yes... I-I'll do it what do you want me to do? Mr Kim"
"good girl'
'Kneel,' he commanded, and she dropped to her knees on the beach mat.
"suck my cock for the opening scene" he said as he switched the camera in his hand for a camcorder
Yooyeon gulped as her hand trembling reached for his shaft it was massive in her grip, hot and heavy and she could feel it pulsing. She leaned forward, parting her lips to take the head into her mouth, tongue swirling around the salty tip. He groaned, threading fingers through her long black hair, guiding her deeper while his other hand held steady recording her.
"Deeper, Yooyeon. Show the camera how you work it"
She bobbed her head, sucking steadily, her cheeks hollowing as she worked the length, gagging slightly when he hit the back of her throat saliva dripping down her chin, her breasts swaying with each motion. Her free hand cupped his heavy balls, massaging them gently. The camcorder rolled above, capturing every slurp and gag as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing with effort.
After minutes of her devoted attention, his hips bucked.
"Oh fuck here it comes Yooyeon"
HE held her head in place as he explode in her mouth shoking yooyeon abit forcing her to pull away. Mr Kim was still cumming so fat ropes of cum erupted out splattering across her pretty face. Mr Kim lowered his cock to paint her breast as well as cum streaked down her cheeks and lips dripping down her nipples. Yooyeon knelt there, wiping a bit from her eye, her chest heaving cum cooling on her skin, a mix of shock and arousal in her eyes.
Mr kim wasnt finished yet.
"lie down on the mat now and spread your legs" he instructed
Yooyeon obeyed, her body still buzzing, spreading her legs wide to expose her slick pussy. The lips were puffy, glistening with her growing wetness. Mr Kim knelt between her thighs, shoving the camcorder lens inches from her folds, filming the pink inner flesh as he slid two fingers inside her. His fingers dove in, two thick digits sliding into her wetness, curling against her walls. Yooyeon moaned softly, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"Louder let it out."
Her walls clenched around his fingers as he pumped them in and out, drawing soft moans from her throat.
"Ahh ohhh ahnn"
He pumped faster hearing her moan thumb circling her clit, the squelching sounds filling the studio. Her breaths came in pants, body squirming as pleasure built breasts jiggling with each thrust of his hand.
The pleasure built fast her moans grew louder, body arching as she came hard, squirting clear fluid that soaked his fingers and the mat. Mr Kim smirked, withdrawing his hand, then teased his revived cock against her dripping entrance.
"shall i continue Yooyeon?"
"Yes please just faster" Yooyeon replied out of breath and wioshing for the time to go faster.
Mr Kim rubbed the head along her folds before pushing. Yooyeon whimpered, covering her mouth with one hand as he pushed in, stretching her tight pussy around his girth. Inch by inch, he filled her, her walls clenching and the fullness making her moan loudly
"Ahh fuck So fucking tight. Let it out Yooyeon moan for me"
He started to thrust each deep stroke made her moan uncontrollably, her hand muffling the cries as her body jolted. He reached out, one hand palming her breast, fingers pinching and rolling her nipple while the other steadied the camcorder steady, capturing the way her pussy gripped him. The studio lights gleamed off her sweaty skin, highlighting her curves Yooyeon braced against the mattress, toes curling, tension coiling until she shattered again, her pussy spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure and esctasy hit, her juices coating his shaft.
"take it all"
Mr Kim quickened his pace, slamming into her, balls slapping her ass, until he buried deep and creampied her hot cum filling her womb, overflowing slightly as he stayed plugged inside. Yooyeon lay spent, chest rising and falling as Mr Kim pulled out.
"on all fours please Yooyeon"
Weakly, she positioned herself, ass up knees wobbling on the mat. He grabbed one cheek, squeezing the firm flesh, then snatched a bottle of lotion, pouring it generously over her puckered hole. The cool slickness made her shiver.
"this is the final scene Yooyeon give it all you got" he whispered
Pressing his hard cock still slick from her pussy against her asshole he slid in easily with the lube stretching her tight ring as he inched forward.
Yooyeon gasped and whimpered at the intrusion, gripping the sheets as he held her slender waist with one hand and began thrusting, fucking her ass doggy style. His balls slapped against her cum-leaking pussy with each deep plunge, the lotion squelching around his shaft. Yooyeon rocked back instinctively, her body adapting, moaning uncontrollably After relentless pounding, she arched her back, clenching her ass around him as her pussy squirted again, their mixed fluids spraying onto the mattress. Mr kim followed suit slamming deep one last time groaning while cumming in her ass pumping until he was empty. he pulled out watching as cum bubbled from her gaping hole, leaking down to mix with the creampie in her pussy and trail along her trembling thighs.
Yooyeon collapsed onto the mattress, spent and weak, her body shaking with aftershocks. Mr Kim knelt beside her, brushing hair from her face.
"Pleasure working with you, Yooyeon. This footage is perfect."
A few days later during practise, Yooyeon's phone phone buzzed with a bank alert {money has been deposited to your account} the amount was more than she'd dreamed of. Then a text from Mr Kim: 'The special edition was a best seller.' below was a picture of the thumbnail of the "special video" she had filmed with her face censored than a following text came in
"Maybe we can continue working with each other again? you know where to hit me up"
Any lewd thoughts on sss with scandalous clothing via micro bikini, open cup bra, crotchless panties, lingerie etc
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Sure, have fun y'all😏
Micro Bikini - Yeonji
It's the peak of summer and Yeonji wants to go to the beach, but she's feeling risky, instead of wearing her normal bikini that covers her assets whole, she wears her new micro bikini, the fabric barely covers her nipples and the bottoms go over her puffy lips just enough, she puts on some loose shorts and a crop top that exposes her midriff nicely, once she reached the beach she lays down her beach towel, sets down her bag and unzips her shorts, they fall down to her ankles, she notices her bottoms moved to the side exposing her slit for everyone to see, she quickly adjusts it back
Her exposed cheeks with just a string going through them and her barely covered pussy already catching the attention from strangers around, she can't deny that all the eyes on her are turning her on, she pulls off her crop top in one motion, showing everyone the sides of her perky tits and only her already hard nipples covered by fabric, she sits down on her towel, some men walk by and cat call her, she smiles and gives them a wink, blows them a kiss and "accidentally" let's one nipple slip out
Open Cup Bra - Xinyu
Xinyu always buys sexy underwear and stuff like that, but today something arrived that is more than just sexy, it's lewd and it's all for her wife Sohyun to see, she knew Sohyun was about to come home soon, she quickly put on her new bra that she knows is gonna drive her partner wild, an hour goes by and the door swings open, Sohyun enter the open living room, Xinyu already waiting on the couch, only wearing a silk robe over her lace panties and her new revealing bra
they lock eyes and Xinyu walks over to her, crashing their lips together instantly, while making out, Xinyu opens her robe to show off her sexy body, Sohyuns eyes get real big when she saw the open cup bra, instantly taking one tit into her hand and sucking on the others nipple, Xinyu moans and throws her head back, her moaning gets even louder when she feels Sohyun's free hand slide under her panties and parts her wet folds with two fingers
Crotchless Panties - Jiyeon
Jiyeon is practicing some ballet in the company's practice room, she's completely alone and is wearing her special panties, already in her tutu and pointe shoes, she begins going through her regular moves, as she lifts her leg behind her head and looks in the mirror, she sees how her puffy lips peek through and open up when she stands like this, she reaches down with one hand and pulls her lips apart even further, giving herself a small look inside her tight pussy
She imagines getting railed like this, even turns around to see if her rear entrance is accessible, and to her satisfaction it is, she puts her leg down again, her own lewd thoughts running crazy, she day dreams and stares blankly around when she finally spots one of her male managers who has been quietly watching her, the embarrassment in her face was almost comedic, but there was also a deep desire behind her embarrassed face
Lingerie - Shion
Shion usually more on the reserved side treated herself with some sexy lingerie, dark red lace pieces that hug her petite body perfectly, but she doesn't have anyone to show it to, suddenly a crazy idea appears in her mind, what if she posts a pic of herself in the lingerie on one of those KBJ sites, of course without her face showing, don't wanna end her idol career that fast
She grabs her phone and positioned herself in front of her mirror, taking picture after picture, holding her small but perky tits into the camera, and even gets some shots of her ass, she looks through the pics and selects her favorite ones, edits out her face and anything in the background that could give her away, but then she noticed someone standing in the door frame in one picture, Lynn was standing there, her mouth open and hand reaching to cover her eyes, of course Lynn was long gone, but she texted her the pic, only adding "enjoyed the view?😘🍞", Lynn only responds with "🫣😳🫠"
Who's more likely to be a voyeur? An exhibitionist?
Voyeur
Seoyeon loves spying on her members whenever they're playing with themselves
Jiwoo, specifically on Yubin, she gets off from watching her best friend pleasure herself
Chaeyeon loves to watch Sohyun and Xinyu fuck each other, lucky for her that they always leave their door open, probably on purpose
Soomin lost count on how many times she secretly watched Mochiz fuck, but its too addicting for her
Dahyun definitely has hid in a closet while her roommate pleasured herself
Kotone hates to admit it, but she definitely peeped on poor little Yeonji whenever she needed some alone time during the Tokyo haus days
Mayu gets off from just hearing moans in the dorm, but even more if she watch in secret
Shion once watched how Naky pleasured herself with a cucumber, switching it between her holes, something in her changed that day
Exhibitionist
Hyerin loves leaving the Haus without a bra and panties, always carrying a dildo in her purse for a quick use
Yooyeon lost count on how many times she got fucked in a public bathroom or changing room
Naky... always plugged, always ready to fuck, just a slut
Yubin also plugged up 24/7, she feels incomplete without it
Kaede always flashes her members, doesn't matter where or how many people are around, a quick skirt lift or pull on her shirt to flash her assets is always on her mind
Nien loves finding new places in the city to fuck her pussy with her favorite dildo, always making sure to leave her scent there with her squirt
Sohyun and Xinyu leave gatherings all the time for a quick fuck somewhere hidden
Lynn just loves the freedom of not wearing panties under her skirts, well, and the easy accessibility
Hayeon and Chaewon are very similar to Soxinz, always hiding somewhere to fuck, but the thrill of potentially being caught is just too good
Sullin is a wild animal, the male managers always getting their cocks abused at every event
Jiyeon just loves being naked and doing her ballet in front of a mirror, she loves how her holes open up when she stretches certain ways
I don't have an idea for this one (great positioning to put the two storyless ones at the front but whatever…)
I think since its poison there'd obviously be some slightly off vibes, Haseul is too sweet, too kind that its hiding something a bit sinister. I'd still stick with the hickey headcanon though, I think she'd want to be marked and also mark you to the point there was absolutely zero doubt you two were lovers.
Actually in the bedroom, it's very equal. The act of sex itself is proof that you two love each other so fucking much. More than to get each other off (though that happens. It's a given.)
Overall I think it'd be quite cute.
I don't have a story idea for this one either so I'll answer this one generically.
I think she'd probably whip out a fleshlight, because its easier to control. Jungeun would edge you relentlessly, using her vibrator against your balls. Never relenting, hours upon hours she would continue. And when you've entertained her thoroughly with your tears she finally lets you cum.
She makes you cum into the fleshlight, she makes you watch as your load drips down into her mouth. If you get hard again she goes into phase two, which is the exact opposite. Riding you until you've came so much you pass out.
Your girlfriend's certainly on the chaotic side.
The only consistency she had was that she was inconsistent, you quickly became familiar with such a thing. Every day comes with its own surprises, sometimes like breakfast, or going to some place on the outskirts of town that you may or may not be illegally entering.
But those are the normal, come to be expected sort of affairs with Jinsoul. You look forward to them all, even though such constant spontaneity is painful on your wallet and sleep schedule.
This one is much different. Jinsoul approached fully naked, basking in confidence when your jaw literally dropped to the ground. She was the hottest woman you've ever seen, how lucky you were to call her yours.
"Hey Y/N." She smirked, getting a bit closer. Pulling you away from your chair. "We've had sex quite a few times, wouldn't you agree?"
A bit of a weird thing to agree on, but you nodded. Wanting to see where she was going with such a strange question.
"But, I think we can spice it up a bit. A challenge if you will…" She started to undress you, tugging your clothes down onto the floor next to the chair you were sat at.
"Hm? What do you suggest?"
"Every minute or so we swap positions. Learn a bit more about ourselves, the person who decides what position alternates. Simple, frantic right?"
"I like your idea…" The second you gave affirmation, Jinsoul took your cock in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around every inch. Her eyes maintaining direct contact, bobbing up and down. She's a professional, having more than enough opportunities to practice. Knowing every little spot to hit and make you fall hard for her.
Though, orgasms and pleasure are a reaction of time and effort. One of those was starkly missing, the minute ending. You've never realised quite how little 60 seconds could be until she retracted.
"Now, you get to pick." Jinsoul yelped as you picked her up, throwing her on the bed. There still needed to be foreplay, spitting a thick wad of spit onto her folds. Swiping your tongue against her pussy, savouring her unique taste for every second you could.
But that wasn't long, getting pulled away. Jinsoul fell back to her knees, spitting on the gap between her tits. The method of lubricating was crude, but it was good enough for the moment. Jinsoul's tits smushed against your shaft, moving with reckless abandon. The spit let you glide, where there was none it caught. Making you gasp.
This was an interesting game of back and forth, after her titjob was forced to end. You picked her back up, putting her back on the bed. Spitting onto her asscheeks, lubricating with the same level of care Jinsoul did. Holding them together as your cock pushed in, her ass was everything you could ask for. Soft, thick and plump. The perfect spot to be, watching your tip reappear from the other side every thrust.
A great sixty seconds, Jinsoul would agree. But again, you move. This time she seemed to want to begin the actual event, pushing you backwards onto the pillows. Straddling your lap, "By the way… cum whenever, wherever. My face, my cunt, my mouth… I don't care." With that, she lowered. Inviting you deep inside, aware of every precious second. Slapping her crotch against yours, the sound of skin connecting hard and heavy.
"Fuck." You groaned, Jinsoul's snatch squeezed so tight. Threatening to drain your load immediately, yet you endured. (There's been a few times where you haven't.) The minute ended, you didn't pull out. Gently forcing her backwards, transitioning smoothly into missionary. Using her legs as a handle to pound into her.
"So good, pound me harder!" Her mouth was perpetually open, letting the string of moans out endlessly. You really regretted putting that heater on, now you weren't lounging around it wasn't helping. Both of you are starting to get dressed up in sweat. She glistened in its presence, looking even better than before.
"Jinsoul, fuck babe you feel so incredible."
"Flip me around." You did, slamming into Jinsoul's body from behind. Backshots are nothing new, her favourite position. Watching her cheeks jiggle deliciously with every impact. Her reflection was on the tinted background of the television screen, sweat had binded her hair to her forehead. Making her messier yet even hotter.
When you mentally counted to sixty. you picked her up. Propping her against the wall, standing still as your hips went for it. Jinsoul shook and quivered. "Fuck!"
"Baby…!" You gasped.
"Onto the chair." She demanded softly, you pulled out, letting her get on it.
Then you continued, way past the original scope of her challenge. Every room, every part of her body, every angle.
You two ended up in her bathroom, Jinsoul said you could cum wherever. But at this point you'd be hard pressed to find a place where you hadn't. Her face was dripping, her tits painted, both holes leaking cum. She suggested the anal creampie just for the ring of chaos joke. You went for it even if it was a bit unfunny.
Choerry was winding down from a long long day. One that seemingly was never going to end, pressure at an all time high to perform. Being very stressed when all was said and done.
Thankfully, it is done. Choerry is alone, relaxing in the plush comfortable paradise that was her bedroom. Decorated to her every whim and want, looking like someone vomited pink and white everywhere. It was cozy and it was hers, which is all that mattered. She was laying against her pillows, all 13 of them bunched up in a circle. Closed in and surrounded by her teddy army, bears, hearts and so many other creatures. Despite it being the largest bed she could afford there was still no room for her without overlap.
She gazed upwards, letting her mind run free, daydreaming of any scenario that'd capture her attention away from the stressful events repeating endlessly in her mind. Of cows and rainbows, of old carnival rides she played a few weeks ago, of herself getting fingered by her groupmates…
Wait, she wasn't supposed to go there.
But her thoughts just kept going.
Groupmates as a collective became Haseul and Jinsoul, one whispering sweet nothings while the other made her feel good. Warmth starting to pool in her core, this was one way to unwind. She thought to herself, shimmying out of her shorts.
Choerry left the top half of her favourite outfit on, bottom half bare and naked. She dipped further into the subconscious, licking her fingers. As Jinsoul's fingers plunged inside mentally, Choerry's fingers slipped in. The bliss immediately making her whimper out into the air.
That's right baby… 'Haseul' purred. Choerry was fucking her fingers, feet pressing hard into her mattress to stay stable.
Do you want more? The fake Jinsoul queried, Choerry nodded in the real world, getting her hair everywhere. Making use of her other hand, sticking a finger in her asshole. She was already in heaven, letting the digits thrust in and out.
See… good girl…
And she continued to enjoy the embrace of her unnies, talking in her mind. She could visualise every motion, until she couldn't.
Her mind was struggling to continue with her dreaming, interjecting random sounds and words. Too muddy and messy to continue, she was just too tired. But that wasn't going to stop her, she had came this far. She opened her eyes, looking around with a light sting. Her fingers could easily get the job done yet she refrained, pulling them out. She wanted something exciting and new, let all the pressure of the day flush away.
She stared at her big teddy bear, the biggest she owned. Bought as a spur of the moment sort of thing, she had grown to be attached to the critter, snuggling it warmly every day.
Yet she was looking at it slightly differently right now, straddling it. Whatever gets her rocks off will do, moving her bare pussylips against the soft surface. She rocked up and down, the moans leaking out of Choerry's mouth so soft and light. The absolute prettiest noises in the world.
A trail of slick was left behind as her hips moved in circles, grinding herself helplessly for more. At the height of each movement, the plush hit her clit, making everything all the more intense. Holding onto the bears neck for dear life.
"Mmph!" She moaned to herself, movements getting frantic. Giving it her all on the teddy, bearly. Holding together, Choerry had no intention to let this moment pass early. Exerting all her willpower to slow down to a slow waltz. Edging herself.
She let the minutes of gingerly making a mess go on by. no longer smelling of her body wash from when she embraced it to now smelling of this arousal hazed adventure.
Then it hit her, somehow even in the magnitude of souped thoughts. The toy collection she'd had never came to mind. Not the one she proudly shows anyone who wants to see, like her sword and her lava lamp. But the ones reserved for special occasions.
Choerry reached under her bed, grabbing the discrete plastic box, hued in the same pink as the rest of her room. Pulling it out, clicking the two buttons on the side that let the lid pull away. Revealing her impressive collection, yet despite the countless toys in front of her. There was only one on her mind.
It rested on top. A pink, perfect length, perfect girth dildo. The one Choerry uses every time, she almost considered naming it. Unable to think of a name that would give it the true love she had for it. Her mouth opened, bobbing up and down on it for a little while to get it completely smeared in her spit.
She teased her pussylips with it, then the tip pushed inside. Choerry let out another pretty moan, pushing her head against the plush heaven once more, inch by inch she filled herself up with the fake cock. The plastic stretched all the right places, bottoming out for a brief moment.
Then she went for it, pounding her tight little cunt with her dildo. never stopping, never slowing down. Watching as the pink plastic went in, went out. Getting messier every time it plunged deep.
Until she came, making a mess on her sheets.
"And then, for some fucking reason– they are bitching at me for something I've never done." Heejin's annoyed, irritated. Rightfully so, everything about work is ridiculous. Pissing her off for no reason whatsoever, doing everything and anything to be obnoxious.
So, she's here again.
In your home, wherever she comes for stress relief. What flavour today was yet to be chosen. You've been friends for years, meeting in a bar they went to as a random sidequest. You met her in the queue to the bathroom, having so much time due to cleaning and broken bathrooms that you got her number.
"Dumb." You agreed, turning the lights down.
"They just never stop, actual asshats!" You felt her pain, slumping down next to her.
"For fuck sake! I just want to get rid of all this stress.." Heejin pouted.
And then, that's how it started.
A few minutes have passed, there was no teasing, not the woman nor the time so Heejin is facing away from you. All troublesome clothes taken away and thrown somewhere else. Her panties resting on the neck of her guitar, your cock is thrusting hard without any reprieve or softness. Every smack into her was melting away the stress, letting it flood out and disappear.
"Mmh! Fuck me like that, pound me until I can't walk!" She moaned, the entire room filled with Heejin's screams, saved by the fact you lived detached from all of your neighbours. You push all the way inside with every thrust.
Her hair is in your hand, tugging it to cause that pain she loves. Heejin's a painslut, liking it rougher than most. You're her sAvioR in that regard, being an outlet that is reliable.
"Hm.. how do you want to be addressed tonight?" You asked, a bit later than you should have.
"Like i'm a fucking whore!"
You continued, pounding Heejin's tight pussy. Using the ponytail for good support. "Whore, gushing all over my cock." The teasing was exactly what she wanted. Lewd skin clapping noises were also wet, her cunt dripping with arousal.
"Yeah, ugh! I'm just a whore, yes, yes!"
The bed was struggling, worrying for its safety you made an executive decision. Pulling out to a whine from Heejin, taking her downwards onto the carpeted floor. She screamed in pure arousal as you plunged back into her wet hole. Now you were ontop of her, fucking with force.
You kissed her messy and sloppy, Heejin did her best to kiss back, spit getting everywhere like the sweat and juices from other parts of her body.
She looks a mess when she cums with a whorish whine, mascara running down her face. "Don't stop yet…"
You listened, making her cum again and again on you. Getting filthier every time. Then as the finishing act, you pulled out. Climbing over her body, a few strokes and you were busting all over Heejin's already defiled face, adding a thick white layer where it rightfully belonged.
She looks up at you, satisfied and relaxed. All the stress was gone, at least for the night. Replaced with a sense of contempt and bliss, "I'm going to clean up. Fuck, you came a lot." She gasped, voice hoarse and strained from screaming for the last hour.
"Can't help it when its you."
"Flattering. Mind if I stay the night? I don't feel like going back to the dorms yet."
I said this at the end of the last one. But these can apply to any group, not just LOONA. Sometimes in life you want to do this instead of actually writing.
My bad for getting you hooked on such a thing, I will do it again.
Practically only does anal: Jinsoul.
She loves it, though still wants to look at her partner so stays in missionary. She'll ask you to cum right on her lower lips, fingers reaching down to enjoy the handiwork from her ass.
Likes it but doesn't care either way: Hyunjin (she's quirky like that) Heejin (The type of girl who experimented one time and went from there) Yeojin (wild member)
Does it exclusively if their partner wants to: Chuu (She's the most people pleaser to ever please) Haseul and Vivi (Same as Chuu, soft doms who are fine with the idea) Choerry
Does it exclusively if their partner wants to, but would rather not: Hyeju (I could see her doing it, but definitely wouldn't wish to)
Not a chance: Yves, Kim Lip and Gowon
Fully shaved: Jinsoul, Gowon, Chuu and Choerry.
Trimmed: Heejin, Hyeju, Haseul and Vivi
Doesn't bother: Kim Lip, Yves, Yeojin.
Design: Hyunjin (i don't know, some sorta cute abstract heart. You wouldn't be able to tell but she'd tell you)
I'm not going to answer this ask in its entirety... right now! I'm actually working on something slightly bigger, which deserves its own post. I just wanted to say you can address yourself as 🐯 if you want to.
See you when I hopefully finish this... at some point.
Facial - Jinsoul, Heejin, Yeojin
Jinsoul: Wants to be marked in a way that proves she did a good job giving head, bonus points for hitting her cheeks.
Heejin: After an intense session in the sheets, right before you cum she makes you pull out and unload onto her face.
Yeojin: She just thinks she looks cute.
Swallow - Choerry, Haseul, Chuu, Hyunjin
Choerry: Makes her feel proud, she likes the warmth firing into her throat.
Haseul: A testament to how well she's made you feel, likes the taste.
Chuu: Too busy being an absolute demon with her head to even really realise, burying you as far down into her mouth at the right moment.
Hyunjin: Doesn't just stop at one, if its head she's giving its the full event for the night.
Spit - Hyeju, Kim Lip, Gowon, Vivi
Hyeju and Kim Lip: Just doesn't want to, finds it unappealing.
Gowon: Spits it into her hand, letting it spread between her fingers before pushing it into her pussy. The sight getting you ready to go another round.
Vivi: Just into a tissue then into the bin, as simple and elegant as that.
N/A? - Yves ( for the ladies obviously)
@fromiris here you go
The room was fucking LOUD. Choerry, Haseul and Jinsoul had all collectively agreed that sleep was not on the cards. Choosing to go sit downstairs and watch a movie.
Not that it helped.
They could still hear literally everything.
But, ARTMS is close enough to let them have their moment of peace.
Jungeun was wearing Heejin's favourite strap, the two of them horny beyond saving. She was buried to the hilt in Heejin's cunt, slamming in and out.
"Yes! Fucking hell Jungeun! Please!" She moaned, head completely overwhelmed with the intense ravaging happening. Every inch of Jungeun's cock had her reeling.
"You're taking it so good!" Jungeun praised, the air was trapped in mugginess. Sweat on every inch of their bodies, reeking of the most intoxicating sex ever.
"Fuck me, fuck me harder!"
Heejin's walls were greedily gripping hard to her friends cock, a thick white cream coming from her cunt, lingering on the plastic. Getting fucked right back in, leaking out in every short thrust.
Jungeun's mouth latched onto Heejin's exposed neck, she'll have to put makeup on to hide the hickeys she was going to make. Teeth digging in hard, making her scream even louder.
The bed was shaking hard under the constant pounding, moving concerningly frequently.
Like either noticed.
"AHHH!" Heejin moaned, hands finding solace in Jungeun's hair. She was getting close, eyes struggling to stay open. "Harder, harder please!"
Jungeun complied, giving thrusts so violent Heejin was squealing. Then, it happened, The bedframe gave way, snapping underneath the two of them. Sinking in the middle, neither were deterred. Just going for it like rabid animals.
The slant meant Jungeun was thrusting upwards, hitting even deeper into Heejin. Abusing her g-spot, Heejin couldn't take anymore. Cumming hard enough to turn off her vision. Seeing stars was an understatement, she saw all of fucking Andromeda.
She was rode through her orgasm, letting it run its course. Jungeun pulling out, still clouded by the thick horniness in her mind. Her juices all over her inner thighs, clinging hard and never breaking.
Heejin recovered slowly, still way too horny for her own good. Adjusting herself, dragging her tongue on the plastic shaft, "Unnie, I think..." She began to clean it off of her filth, making a real show of it. Flicking every inch with the most lust filled eyes.
"It's my turn."
And that's a wrap! Thank you for those who submitted something, it was fun. I like doing stuff like this. Buh bye,
hope you enjoy it, individual who mentioned these three idols. Had to rush this one, (it never was going to have transitions) otherwise I was not going to hit the deadline of 00:00. Maybe I'll rewrite it when I'm not on a deadline, laters problem.
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kinktober masterlist
Ah, alcohol.
Maybe you should detest its very existence, expensive, tastes like shit at the best of times and it's like acid upon breath.
However, it's existence is very much how you've ended up in this situation. Liquid courage an apt name this event. This small gathering between friends was hosted by Jinsoul, her living room hosting a party. The rules were simple, show up with some alcohol and some food.
Heejin and Jinsoul were sat on one sofa, plush black leather sunk underneath them. Vodka mixed with a fruity orange beverage sat in Heejin's left hand, half drank.
Jiwoo was next to you, leaning on you. A cocktail of her own, peach flavoured soju bottled up in her grasp. They were all overly attractive and dressed up for such a casual gathering. Royally showing you up, everyone of their outfits pictured in your brain forever.
Nobody was drunk, that'd be irresponsible so early in the night. At this current rate the worst to happen would be a migraine. Though the alcohol in everyone's system was running warm, making them bolder. braver.
"I'm telling you, she's just a scaredy cat!" Heejin laughed at Jiwoo's expense, the fact that she liked everyone here wasn't necessarily a secret. A hopelessly attracted lover.
Jinsoul joined in on the antagonism, "Right?! She always talks a big game but right now, silent."
Poor Jiwoo, while you stayed quiet, letting them fight it out. It was clear she was flustered, face red and blushing with embarrassment. Hands interlocking with each other, "Look! I'm not a scaredy cat! I just don't want to make out with anyone in front of others!" The girl desperately tried to defend herself.
"Meow!" Heejin mocked, "Y/N back us up here!"
Oh god, you immediately started drinking. But it was clear she was going to wait. "No way, leave me out of this fight. If you wanna terrorise your poor friend thats got nothing to do with me."
Jinsoul scoffed, "Lame... like her! Look, she's literally staring at my lips yet won't come over here and kiss me."
"Stopp!!!" She turned around, burying her head into your chest. Wanting to sink into the ground.
"I mean, babe– we can always go up to the bathroom. I won't bite." She purred, absolutely fucking reveling in how Jiwoo was struggling. "Maybe I can show you a bit more?"
"Jinsoul, chill out." You tried to defend Jiwoo from the barrage of words, the poor girl was shrinking in your embrace.
"You said you weren't getting involved." Heejin cut in, touché.
"She's such a coward! It's kinda cute." Neither of them knew when to stop.
You whispered into Jiwoo's ear, "do you want me to walk you out of this?"
Jiwoo giggled slightly "no thank you, they are just messing around."
Jinsoul and Heejin backed down for a bit, opting to drink with each other. Jiwoo withdrew from her shell and your embrace. All awkwardness had seeped away, she seemed fine.
But it was when she was back out that Heejin got braver, getting out her seat. Prancing around to a confused Jiwoo, "you sureee~?" Her hands ran up Jiwoo's legs, leaning forward. "don't you wanna feel my lips against yours? I've always thought you were just the cutest."
The girl backed up, trying to avoid Heejin's advance. But the younger woman didn't ease up. "Come on, tell me you don't want this."
Jinsoul and you shared a look, silently betting on who would end up winning.
"Uhhhh..."
Heejin's fingers pushed Jiwoo's chin up, the smirk on her face was beaming inch to inch. "Or are you just too much of a coward? Someone who won't take what they want? Inches away, all you have to do is just lean forward."
The atmosphere was tense, Jiwoo had an expression that could kill. But the want behind was her stern eyes was obvious. "I'm, not a coward!" She grabbed Heejin, pulling her inwards. Lips smushing against each other as Jinsoul and you watched in wonder.
They really went at it, tongues dancing together in a lewd spectacle. "Maybe she's not..." Jinsoul giggled, taking a sip.
Eventually Heejin got Jiwoo off her, "point proven... I knew you had it in you! Damn girlie!" She laughed, pulling away. "Let's get some fucking music!!!"
Jinsoul jumped into the air, nearly spilling her drink all down her chest and dress. "I got aux! Yeahh!!!"
Jiwoo wasn't exactly the usual partygoer, at least not compared to her contemporaries. She appearing was a massive surprise, maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was just wanting to be more brave. She stood up, joining the impromptu dance floor.
The music came on, immediately filling the empty space up with bass and boom. Inappropriately loud for such a time of day, but Jinsoul lived just far enough away it wouldn't be a problem.
"California girls, we're unforgettable!!!!!!!" Jinsoul and Heejin started doing karaoke, making imaginary microphones with their hands. Jiwoo danced in between, the three of them looking utterly ridiculous. Having the time of their fucking lives. Swaying around.
"Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top!" Jinsoul belted, "Mmh, we'd look fucking good in bikinis. We should hit the beach, Y/N could come. Just maybe not in a pair of mine." She laughed.
Heejin noticed you were just sitting, watching the trio mess around. "Heyy! Get up, dance with us!" You shook your head, much more comfortable sat down here as opposed to being directly in the firing line of three slightly intoxicated dancers.
"I'm good here."
Jinsoul, as spearheaded and unwavering as she was took matters into her own hands. Replicating Heejin's earlier approach. "Mmh, scared? Fine– I'll bring the dancing to you." She turned around, the next action caught you off guard. Hands laying on her clothed ass, throwing it back. Shaking it against your crotch.
"Yeah!!!" Jiwoo and Heejin were Jinsoul's hype women, cheering her on. Jinsoul kept twerking against you, "Shake it!"
"Come dance with us!" She shouted over the audio, her twerking was starting to make something stir in your core. Blood rushing where you didn't want it to. "Don't be a bitch!"
Pitching a tent in front of your friends didn't seem ideal, "Fine. Let me up." You were free, thankfully before it was too late. Joining the fray, a mass of bodies moving around in general havoc. Limbs linking together, Heejin's arms were interlocked with yours. Hitting something that could be described as 'modern' dance.
"Woohoo! party!" The music got even fucking louder, thrumming in your head. "Jiwoo honey! Move it!" Jinsoul was off to teasing once more, hands exploring her body, copping a feel of her clothed tits for a moment before sinking down. Finding her waist. "Dance!"
They started dancing as one, more accurately Jiwoo was being strung along. Hands thrown in the sky as Jinsoul kept fondling her, very touchy.
A soft weight was against your crotch, Heejin was pressing her ass against you. "Bottoms up bitches!" she downed the rest of her glass.
"So, you aren't a coward Jiwoonie?" Oh no, that nickname. Jinsoul was up to something. "Pop a titty out for me girlie!" She's completely lost the plot.
"What? Are you crazy?!" Jiwoo shouted in disbelief.
"Live a little!!"
Jiwoo's resolve shattered easily, she could live a little just this once, damn liquid courage. Tugging her top and bra down in a swoop. Left tit exposed to the elements, but mainly Jinsoul's eyes. "Ayyyyy! Girlie knows how to live it up!"
You and Heejin stopped the dancing session, which was mainly some weird hand gestures. Well, at least long enough to watch what the two girls were doing.
Jinsoul, without any warning had her mouth latched onto Jiwoo nipple. Jiwoo's mouth opened, gasp silenced by the music. She didn't object. If anything quite the opposite, hand ushering her closer.
"Errr.." you had your jaw on the floor.
"Wooohooo! Get it!" Heejin seemed proud, approaching with a spring in her step. "Jiwoo's getting confident!!" Jinsoul took her mouth off Jiwoo's tit, Heejin immediately capitalising on the free space.
"Damn!!" Jinsoul started feeling up Heejin's clothed ass, the fabric rustling under her fingers. Playfully spanking her friend. "Keep it upp!"
The music was about to peter out, your contribution to the scene at large was revitalising it. Changing it to another certified classic while the girls were in their own world.
"Jiwoo! Go grind up on him!" Jinsoul giggled, grabbing Heejin's arms and throwing her back onto your original seat, climbing on her lap. Tackling her lips, making out intensely.
Jiwoo approached, not bothering to cover herself up, modesty was lost for confidence. "Heya Y/N.." She purred, the other two had rubbed off on her.
"Hey Jiwoo." You stayed stalwart as long as you could, the gap was completely removed. Jiwoo grinding her body against you, crotch against crotch, bare breast leaving saliva against your shirt. She smiled.
"You should kiss me." Her hips rotated, so much for not pitching a tent in front of your friends.
She leaned into your kiss, alcoholic breath hitting your nostrils. A mix between tender and intense, she gnawed at your lip. Her saliva swapped with yours, both of you were locked down in pleasure. Hands grabbing at her ass while Jiwoo's wrapped around your neck.
A sole shove and she had you pinned into the same position Heejin and Jinsoul were directly to your left, roughly grinding against your fully erect shaft. Leaning down to indulge in another kiss, the loud music was quiet, Jiwoo running her tongue over your lips. Wanting more than could be stated in mere words, further gone with every clink of teeth, each smack of lips all combined to make her core warm with arousal.
"Haha, Jiwoonie got him all hot and bothered!" Heejin laughed, the words making Jiwoo freeze. She had entirely forgotten they were there for a second. "You are a woman right? Not a scaredy cat? Take his fucking pants off."
"Go on Jiwoonie!" Jinsoul joined in, "Not a sheep are you?"
Jiwoo let her urges speak for her, getting off your lap to sink down onto the ground. Resting on her knees. "I'm not a coward." She huffed, hands fiddling imprecisely with your zip.
"Girlie finally doing something!" They cheered her on as she let pulled your pants down, you were shocked Jiwoo would do this. Even more so that you were letting her do this.
Your boxers were gone as well. Three girls staring a hole into your cock, "Wow! She got him hard!" Heejin teased. Jinsoul was hugging the girl on her lap, smiling.
"Not a coward right? Touch him!" The music had actually quieted down, heavy though taking a background role.
Jiwoo listened, running her tongue from the base of your shaft all the way to the top. Leaving a trail of blistering warm pleasure in its wake causing you to shudder.
"I meant with your hand, but fuck you look so hot giving head! Keep going girlie!" She giggled, Jiwoo had already hit the ground running. Might as well continue that momentum. Lowering her lips down on your tip. "Yeah!"
"Ugh, fuck." You slurred, Jiwoo continued, pleasure hit you like a train. Your head falling back, instinctively bucking into her mouth. Her dainty hand gripped the base, holding you still to bob on your cock.
Your eyes were closed, basking in the wet glory. Heejin watched in awe, something whispered into her ear made her leave Jinsoul's lap. Who immediately leaped up. Jiwoo's eyes were screwed shut, unaware to the fact her dress was about to get flipped and bunched into a mass.
A wet tongue slid against Jiwoo's unexpecting pussy. Jinsoul wasn't a slow or even patient woman, that much was obviously. Hands holding tightly onto Jiwoo's ass, ravaging the slick folds. Her head shifted side to side, making a whole mess on her mouth.
Jinsoul's tongue made Jiwoo moan around your cock, the vibrations tickling your tip. "Holy shit." Heejin was shocked, her friends getting off right in front of her.
"Come here." You moaned, making out with Heejin, including her in this strange lust square.
"Mmhhh Jiwoo." Jinsoul moaned out at the taste of her friend's cunt. "Should have been confident earlier!"
Your hand reached into Heejin's underwear, your fingers massaged her lips. Already fucking drenched at the exhilarating sight coating the pads of your fingers. "Fuck.." she moaned against your lips, letting you slide right inside.
"Oh..."
The bedroom was more comfortable, after that small little session, you four sauntered up to Jinsoul's much bigger bed. Semen clinging onto Jiwoo's hair from a mistimed orgasm, Her juices embedded into Jinsoul's dress from how messy she squirted all over it. Heejin was the most pristine of them all but that still didn't mean much, creaming all over your hand.
Clothes were a destroyed pile, dresses fallen together with a stray shirt on the top. It was irrelevant to everyone else, Jiwoo and Heejin had each other buried between the other's legs. Tongues mindlessly licking at each other's cunt, letting the pleasure fog their minds up.
Jinsoul had your cock spearing her, riding you with all the energy she had to give. Slamming her ass against you, pushing every inch of you as far in as it would. "Fuck! More, please!" She shouted, even in control. You thrust up in support.
"Jiwoo! Eugh, eat me out FUCK!" Heejin yelled, feeling Jiwoo's tongue fuck her hole, the rest of her moan getting silenced as she pushed herself deeper into Jiwoo's cunt in response.
"Heejin!!"
Jinsoul's hole kept swallowing you whole, lips forced open, stretched out by your cock. "Ugh! Fuck, fuck!" The bed was quaking, shaking under the force. Doing it's best to endure the sheer force at which Jinsoul abused your shaft for her pleasure.
"Guh!"
"Fuck!"
The girl of your attention was red, flushed with alcohol and lust. Sweat creating a thin sheen all over, glistening in the light of the bedroom. "I– FUCK!" She squirmed, warm cum gushed out of Jinsoul. Reaching her climax, "UGHH!"
Jinsoul was sat out, your thick load seeping into the fabric of her sheets. Laying there in sleepy contempt, you had moved onto the next girl, Heejin had her tongue dragging up Jiwoo's holes. Getting fucked into licking her ass as well. Jiwoo had one hand massaging her nipple, the other one rubbing at her hard clit. "Heejin! More, please fuck, more!" She whined, voice shrill and high.
Heejin was taking your ramming, ass red from how forceful you slammed into her cunt. All moans devoid of real words, just a string of sound leaking from her mouth.
She was tight, the fucking tightest. Choking your cock for every second it was inside, "Christ.." you were panting, on the verge of falling apart. An urge to fill her with cum like her friend kept repeating in your head. "So fucking good! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
Heejin let out a particularly loud noise against Jiwoo as your orgasm flooded her womb with thick cum, pulsing out shot after shot. White painted her walls and left her shaking.
One last girl, all you had left of your energy was spent railing Jiwoo. She was limp against the floor, taking your cock from behind much like her friend. The other two were swapping spit and cum with their making out, too exhausted to do anything but.
"Fuck– me! Yes!" She gasped, your thrusts weren't as strong, throes of two previous orgasms taking its toll. Luckily for you, the same applied to her, every slap against her crotch came with burning pleasure. "Now! Fuck!"
Your body burned, struggled against overexertion. Impaling her despite the muscle pain, "You are so tight!"
"Fuck!"
To the hilt, again and again. Her hands couldn't hold anymore, falling to the side of her body. Moaning into Jinsoul's carpet. "Please, I'm so fucking close! I need it, I need it! Make me cum!"
Again and again, into her sweat glazed body, "Cum, fucking cum!" You growled, a few more thrusts and she tightened hard in your embrace, finishing all over your cock, dripping onto the floor.
As the finale came to a close, you chose to unload on Jiwoo's ass, adding to the mess, weak spurts falling down onto her cheeks, one on her asshole, dripping down onto her messy slit. Falling backwards on the floor.
The morning came, an odor of sweat and sex hitting the three of you when you woke up. You four cleaned up just enough, sleeping together on a blob on the ground.
"What the fuck..." Jiwoo gasped. "We did all that?" Her memory was pristine, perfect.
"I guess I can't call Jiwoonie a coward anymore." Jinsoul yawned, resting on her chest.
"Finally.."
"This is Jinsoul's house, does that mean she cleans?" Heejin murmured, head on the mass of defiled clothes.
"Y/N as well."
"What the fuck I do?" You groaned, grabbing the bottles of water you just happened to have stored in Jinsoul's bedroom.
"I said so, you aren't going to object."
"Fine whatever, we should get dressed."
While Jinsoul could share with the other two until they got home, you were going to have to wear last nights mess for a bit longer.
"Not even ones with pretty girls? If you come with, you can make out with me."
You raise an eyebrow. "I don't need a party to do that."
Nakyoung giggles, shaking her head and pursing those perfect little lips of hers. "Who else is going to come rescue me if things go south?"
That's almost unfair, given she's always gotten her way by pulling that sort of card with you. The truth is you're weak, especially against a girl as cute as her. With innocent eyes so pleading, that smile, her fluttering lashes. And then there's the hand inside your unbuttoned pants, that firm grip around your hard cock while you're pressed up against the library shelves, trying your hardest to keep quiet while her slender fingers stroke along with a little less innocence.
"Please?" Nakyoung pleads in your ear as she tightens that grip, thumb rubbing just under the swollen tip as it leaves behind a sticky trail. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top? All I need is an hour at most, and then you can go back to studying or whatever you need."
You can't stop the groan that comes when she starts kissing at that sensitive spot behind your neck. Or the shudder when you feel her tight fist squeezing from the head of your cock down to your base, nice and slow in one fluid motion.
"W-what do I get out of it, then?" you reply as best as you can, unable to take your eyes off those tempting lips. Or the peek you get when the v-cut of her shirt gives you a glimpse of the black lace hiding under.
"Me? Is my company not enough?" Nakyoung responds with feigned sadness, stroking at a torturously slow rhythm to drain out the last bit of your restraint. "But if you really want something more, my hand around your cock, finishing the job should convince you, no?"
It's almost a miracle you can maintain an ounce of composure, considering how Nakyoung has her hand shoved down your pants.
She loves not playing fair, not even bothering to hide the smirk on her face while your fingers dig into the edge of the shelf, trying so hard not to let yourself fall victim right there and then.
"Alright, f-fine," you sigh, seeing that cute smile spread over her face right away. It's that satisfaction, that smugness she enjoys from getting her way. But also those fingers around your shaft that stroke a little faster with each passing second, so determined to get you over the edge.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it, silly?" she murmurs, now stroking at a more rapid, steady rate, making you throb inside that fist of hers. "But you are—so consider this a thank you in advance."
And she has no qualms, jerking you off in a public space of all places, pumping even faster now that she has the answer she wants. No better bribery, you suppose.
"O-one hour. And then—fuck," you mutter, and the more you struggle, the more Nakyoung seems to grip tighter. Relentless in how she brings you closer with each pump and twist, applying just enough pressure against the tip when her thumb rubs just so, right at that most sensitive spot.
"Well, now that I've got you to agree, how about two then?"
"Don't—" you warn in the instant when your balls tighten up and your hips jolt. "Don't push your fucking luck, Naky. One hour, and not a minute more."
Nakyoung just giggles, squeezing your cock tight. "If you insist."
And that's enough—right when her lips crash onto yours for the most frantic, messy kiss imaginable. It's hard enough to keep the sounds muffled, when you explode all over her fingers, no stopping the spasms that take over your body while hot, sticky cum flows over her fingers, spurting out so violently as she keeps stroking, until every last drop empties out.
"Knew this would work," Nakyoung says as she removes that hand and proceeds to casually lick her hand clean, tongue running between each finger while looking right at you the entire time. "And for the record, I definitely would've jerked you off regardless, so this wasn't all just a tactic to get what I wanted."
Good to know, you suppose.
Nothing coherent left you can string together now, watching Nakyoung turn and walk away with no rush at all while you stare, a sense of disbelief at what you've gotten yourself into.
"See you at the party, handsome!"
Nakyoung waves just as she disappears around the corner. You take a moment or two to zip yourself back up and gather yourself, barely registering anything in the moment as reality sinks in.
Now you've agreed to this, you can't very well back out, can you? There's a certain stubbornness to her. And then there's a certain stubbornness in you, unwilling to be anything but a man of your word.
One hour, or maybe a little more—that's manageable. Not like you'll be entirely around strangers. What could really be the harm in joining Nakyoung and a few other friends? It's just one hour. That should be easy enough.
You hope.
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As you'd imagine, the moment you step in through the door to this unknown address a few blocks off campus, there's a bit of apprehension.
Music thumps off the walls, louder than even anticipated, with people you only have a vague awareness of. At least some of these faces are familiar, classmates of Nakyoung and yours. Others you're unfamiliar with. It's all very stereotypical, the house not particularly large, somewhat crowded, with beer bottles already lining the kitchen counters and red cups on almost every surface, sofas taken up by a number of people.
There's nothing interesting the first glance or two around, a little game of beer pong taking place in the open living room, a couple girls already making out at the bottom of the stairs—one of them with legs far too long, the other girl with a shirt far too tight. The decorations are questionable, you'd dare say, but you're not exactly here to critique. You're here for an hour of Nakyoung's time and maybe one drink. That's all this has to be.
Looking out through the big sliding doors on the other side, there's a little patio with some people hanging outside smoking, what you suspect is probably something other than cigarettes. Everything looks harmless for now, but still not entirely to your liking.
And right now, you don't even see Nakyoung anywhere. Only faces of people you vaguely recognize. If she doesn't show up in the next fifteen minutes, that would make a perfectly fine reason to go, you figure.
That's when your luck runs out and that familiar presence turns the corner, the figure you can't mistake for anyone else. Black high heels to start, and a black top that looks good on her. Very good. Showing off the slightest peek of her toned stomach, and enough cleavage to leave your mind wandering.
"There you are! You didn't ditch me after all," Nakyoung says, words already a little slurred and a playful smile to match as she throws her arms around you. It takes all your restraint not to let that gaze drop straight to her chest again.
"Thought about it for a moment."
Nakyoung has to fight back a laugh as she opens up a beer for you, which you hesitate to accept before getting caught up in that gaze again.
"Give it ten minutes. Once I get you started on beer, you'll warm up to everyone real quick."
"I really shouldn't—"
"Oh come on, you're at a party. Of course you should," Nakyoung encourages and pushes the cold, inviting bottle into your hands. "Just one won't hurt now, will it?"
Hard to disagree with that pleading look she gives, and before you can give it another thought, that frosty glass touches your lips, tilting back just enough to leave a taste of disappointment on your tongue.
When Nakyoung finds your free hand and squeezes, pulling you towards one of the little groups she knows at these events, there's no reluctance this time, because, quite frankly, alcohol or not, you know she's just too enticing that you'd follow her to the ends of the world and back.
"And this is my friend, by the way, everyone, from one of my classes," Nakyoung says in a far too excited tone, leading you to a tight group of three girls on the couch. "I've told you plenty about him, and he's agreed to babysit me for the evening."
"I don't remember signing off on that," you sigh and sit down on an open space on the sofa. The beer your only anchor while she scoots right in close, closer than you anticipate. And somehow, you're even more uncomfortable here on this little sofa, sandwiched between her body and the armrest.
"No, you definitely agreed to that," Nakyoung teases you, laughing. "Which means I need someone to look after me so I don't end up stumbling into a bush or off the balcony or anything else. So, that's why you're here."
"That's it?"
"Yes. And the cute face."
You roll your eyes, supposing there is a sense of truth to those words. The next swig of beer has instant regret all over it the moment you put the bottle down on the coffee table.
Nakyoung leans in closer, squeezing your thigh and leaving it there for an extra-long, torturous moment, for some weird sense of reassurance. "Oh, I guess I should introduce the rest. This is Jiyeon, from one of my early classes, Yubin and Nien from track—"
"You're in track?" you cut in, suddenly rather skeptical, especially with such athletic women in the midst.
"As long as it doesn't require too many hurdles or jumping, then, yes," Nakyoung admits with a laugh.
"Isn't that like half of track?"
That earns a snicker from one of the other girls, the one with the pink hair.
None of those names mean much to you right now, but you offer them a polite smile and take in the differences. One girl, Jiyeon; with braided pigtails, a shy smile, and an effortless kind of cuteness. Yubin sitting there and barely even looking up from her red cup in her hands. And then Nien, well, the most confident one, almost intimidating with her looks despite the pink hair tied up in a ponytail and a flower tattoo on her left shoulder.
They all seem harmless enough, at least not any red flags you can see, and certainly a lot better company than the rest of this house full of drunk strangers.
Nakyoung she seems even drunker already after a few sips, her words slurring more, and her affection far less contained than her sober form. "He's a total sweetheart, once you get past the initial silent, mysterious act."
"So, you two together then, Naky?" Yubin is the one to ask such a question without warning, but it's enough to make the other two turn their attention, expecting an answer. Nakyoung grins, head on your shoulder for a brief moment.
"N-no, no, we're just friends," she denies, even though that hand of hers is squeezing a little harder around your thigh now. "Just classmates, really. Well, I wouldn't say that exactly. We have fucked a few times though. Just recently. Maybe once or twice."
And that's your cue to nearly down the rest of your drink in one gulp.
"Jesus, Naky," you murmur and have to look away, your face reddening in an instant at how suddenly those words come spilling out.
Nakyoung laughs, not even attempting to hold anything back, because she knows how easily flustered you get. "What? We have, like three or four times this week alone."
"For fuck's sake, can we maybe not talk about this—" you interrupt and try your best not to choke on your drink, face turning bright red. The three girls opposite seem more than amused by it all, Nien even more so a surprising look of eagerness.
"Hey, no shame in enjoying yourself. We're all adults here, no?" the pink haired girl replies. "Just happy to hear one of us is getting some action."
"He's a really good fuck," Nakyoung admits as if you're not sitting right there next to her. Her words draw in even more interest, perhaps a little more than expected, those stares, those looks. "Why do you think I'm always late for class the following morning?"
Yubin and Nien laugh at her forwardness, while you just stay quiet, having no idea how to respond to this scenario, a whole range of expressions playing out on your face. And Jiyeon looks almost as embarrassed as you are, the more innocent of the group it seems, staying quiet throughout.
"Like, yeah, not gonna lie, that thing in his pants is kinda amazing," Nakyoung continues with no shame, no sense of hesitation. And with no filter at this point.
"Naky—you're fucking drunk, please," you plead with her, feeling more heat rising in your face with each passing second.
Nakyoung lets out a sweet little laugh, leaning over to kiss your cheek so tenderly. "Of course I am, that's how parties work, dummy. But fine, I'll stop talking about your nice cock and how I'm obsessed with it—"
And just like that, that soft pair of lips finds yours right away, intoxicating, pressing hard and leaving you without any more complaints. A rather raw, unfiltered display when she deepens the kiss within moments, getting her fingers tangled in your hair to keep you firmly in place.
"I'm gonna get another drink, wanna come with?" Jiyeon asks in an obviously flustered voice. "Yubam, I'm stealing you."
The moment those two get up, Nakyoung takes the opportunity to slide over into your lap without any warning, a mess of both booze and lust as those pouty lips find their way right along your neck. "You don't mind, do you, Nien, sweetie?"
All the pink-haired girl does is shake her head. That's how you know she's a good friend of Naky, far too unflustered, too used to the way she acts in these kinds of places. But you hardly have time to register it, when there's yet another sloppy kiss on your lips, wet, fervent, hands tugging hard on your hair. Her tongue slips into your mouth and makes it that much harder to concentrate on any thoughts, while her weight grinds into your lap.
And Nien just laughs, sipping her drink casually, legs crossed as she watches this make-out session unfolding, not at all bothered by it.
"Guess you're pretty easy to babysit when you're right here to keep an eye on," you mutter between hungry kisses, no more protesting in your state.
Nakyoung smiles, her hands holding firm to either side of your face. "I'll be even more manageable if we just take this into the bedroom—"
Your body tenses, head clearing up all of a sudden. It's like a sharp gust of cold wind hits you all at once, knowing full well what sort of implications lie behind those words. "Naky, no. W-we can't just—"
But Nakyoung looks right at you with this devious smile, as she runs a thumb over your lips. "Shush. Yes, we can. This place has plenty of empty rooms, the music is loud as hell in here, and everyone is too drunk to care either way."
There's nothing sensible enough to counter that, not with that sense of inevitability. Not with the alcohol loosening your senses and judgment.
"I'll keep watch," Nien suddenly offers with a coy little laugh. "Give me a text whenever you're done."
You groan and close your eyes, the music in the background making it impossible to think, while the feeling of Nakyoung's breath hot on your ear does the exact opposite.
"We might be a while." Nakyoung leans in to your ear, giggling, and grabs your wrist without so much a thought, latching on tightly. "Depends on how much stamina he has. Already drained him earlier today, but who knows..."
"I'm not getting out of this one, am I?"
You know the answer to that before you asked. "No, you're not. Plus, I still haven't given your surprise for tonight yet."
Nakyoung moves out of your lap just enough for you to get on your feet, pulling you up from the couch. Everything turns into a bit of a drunken stumble as she leads you away from the living room and up the stairs, Nien following a bit behind through the noise and chaos.
It's up here things get far more cramped, the second floor hallway filled with so many people, some making out, others who just couldn't be bothered to move out of the way. It's a place Nakyoung navigates far better in this drunken state, a place that threatens any sense of privacy you hope to find.
"This one's free, yeah?"
You're tugged along again, into an empty bedroom, one of many that line that hall. The sound of thumping dance music is a lot softer here, the two of you stumbling inside while Nien waits out in the hall, phone already in hand, keeping watch like she promised.
"God, you're fucking horny, aren't you?" you ask with the faintest chuckle, as Nakyoung kicks her heels off, locking the door behind you.
"No, I'm fucking wasted," Nakyoung corrects and takes a step forward to push you onto the bed, with just enough force and momentum so you land back with a soft bounce. "Which means I'm twice as horny."
But her words become less intelligible, the second she throws herself onto you. Nakyoung kisses with the fervor of a woman possessed, grabbing tight and clinging on to anything within reach. Within mere moments you feel those fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt, bringing it up over your head. There's hardly a word to describe it as she attacks your chest with kisses, hot, burning, fingers exploring all along your abdomen.
"Why does a pretty boy like you have to be so built as well?" Nakyoung murmurs, right as that tongue slides along your bare chest. "I can't help myself with you."
More kisses and more exploration. The trail along your chest leads right to your neck, a good number of people still outside who might hear every noise, every word, but she doesn't seem to care. It doesn't slow her down for a single moment. And your pants grow tighter with each breath, each touch.
"You know there's like a billion people out there," you remind her with some apprehension, which she takes as an invitation to start sucking all that sensitive skin.
"And? Probably a lot more than that. Let 'em hear. They can know how loud you make me scream," Nakyoung answers, so determined to not let you leave here without a few extra marks across your body. So she has no qualms in sucking, biting, using any tricks at her disposal.
But those noises soon drown out the second Nakyoung is peeling her black top over her head, throwing it aside with no regard for where it ends up. And revealing a pair of scrumptious tits hidden by that thin black bra that you've been dying for since you got here. Even covered up, Nakyoung's chest still gets you going, all pale and tempting, plenty to fill your hands once they come into reach.
"Told you there'd be a surprise, and I never break my promises," Nakyoung says in that oh so innocent tone of hers, when you can't help but stare once those hands start unhooking her bra from the back.
"New bra or something? Pretty sure I've seen them all by now, Naky," you say while she takes her sweet time in making you wait, each strap taking a painful few moments before being slowly pulled off those bare shoulders.
"No, not that. You'll see in just a second—"
The moment she leans away enough, that bra is loose, ready to slip right off her chest. All that anticipation just adds an extra layer of torment, but then comes the dramatic reveal—those perfect tits of hers with a tiny little addition this time. Just a slight glimmer when the light hits them, a metal stud shining. Two, to be more precise.
Right on her nipples.
It takes the breath right from your lungs, a mesmerizing sight as Nakyoung takes pride in your reaction, allowing you this moment of ogling those pierced, pretty nipples.
"What do you think?" Nakyoung asks, teasing one with a fingertip as you almost forget how to use your words for a second, just unable to look away.
"Holy shit—" is what comes out eventually, a reaction enough for Nakyoung to giggle. You lean forward and admire those shiny, brand-new additions that change the whole night. It changes the way her tits are that much more perfect, those pretty little nipples even far more appetizing. "Fuck, they look so good on you."
"They feel even better. Extra sensitive," Nakyoung assures as that confidence is all over her face. "So don't worry if you're a bit rough. Go on, touch them. Enjoy your surprise."
When she presses your palms into her tits, you give in right away, kneading one gently while your other hand plays with her freshly pierced nipples, rolling it between your fingertips and eliciting an extra loud gasp. Those perfect, supple tits in your hands feel better than ever with this new jewelry. Your fingers keep circling that nipple, pinching, twisting to see what she can handle.
It leaves Nakyoung to breathe all her little moans out, while you give these their first test drive.
"Oh my god... yeah, these definitely feel better, holy fuck," Nakyoung manages, gasping, her chest already heaving as your touches get a little rougher. There's a needy look in her eyes when you tweak one just enough, activating all that sensitivity and much more.
"I love them. They make your tits look even better." You can't imagine what you look like now, when you squeeze her breast in your palm, sitting up a bit straighter so you can latch on to the other. Taking that whole nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue over and around, sucking gently, and the way Nakyoung moans out is all the confirmation needed. Her fingers slip right into your hair again, nails digging in when you start sucking a little harder.
"Plus, you get a little extra to look at when I suck your cock."
As good as that sounds, you're far too focused on those stiff, slippery nipples and how your lips suck a little harder, flick a little faster to get more noises out of her. "Can't wait to have so much fun with these, Naky. Think I might not ever stop sucking on them."
"P-please, don't, your mouth is driving me crazy—"
Her breathing is getting louder, heavier by the second, taking advantage of how nice these new piercings look while you play with them. And just the smallest hint of teeth grazing causes Nakyoung to twitch, her whole body responding to each nibble, your hands pressing them together. "These fucking tits—I think my favorite part of you might be your tits."
"You're just realizing that now? You're obsessed with them, you have been for months," Nakyoung points out, already overwhelmed by what you can do with just your mouth. "But as good as this feels, I think your cock must be aching by now, am I right?"
If the growing bulge in your pants hadn't said it all already, it's very obvious once Nakyoung palms that area between your legs.
"Hard and throbbing just how I like it," Nakyoung murmurs, dropping to her knees off the bed. She undoes your zipper nice and slow, stroking you through your underwear once she tugs them down. "Hard as a fucking rock. All because of my tits."
"And your thighs too. Your lips, your pussy, your tight little asshole—fuck, the whole package really."
She giggles when you continue, those fingers slowing over your shaft, not providing too much pressure or stimulation yet. Just enjoying this light little contact for a few moments longer, until she does pull them off the rest of the way.
Then there's nothing but amusement at how your rock hard cock springs right out the second it's free.
"Can't hide anything with you," you grumble in defeat and lie back, completely exposed and bare for Nakyoung. As she gets situated between your legs, her hand wraps around your length, slowly stroking you.
"You could never hide anything this big. God, should have just sucked this thing downstairs in front of everybody instead," Nakyoung chuckles and spreads your thighs a little wider apart before her tongue presses right against your balls, slowly sliding upward, covering each inch with a warm, sticky coat of saliva.
"You're crazy. We can't even do this here without your friend out there on guard duty—"
Before you have time to form another protest, her tongue finds the tip, flicking around your swollen head a few times. From there, Nakyoung has no qualms of wrapping her lips around your cock, bobbing her head along your shaft. Just barely taking the whole length in those first moments. It's an intoxicating feeling, especially when her mouth is just the perfect mixture of warm and wet, paired with those hungry noises she makes the more she swallows your cock.
"Never heard you this quiet," Nakyoung quips and the slurp of spit echoes when she pulls those lips off. Her tongue swirls a little more as it descends, lavishing a long, heavy lick down to the base before making its way back to your glistening head.
"Because I'm just staring at your tits," you answer in earnest, and without an ounce of shame or remorse.
A glimpse of that smile appears on Nakyoung's wet lips for a brief moment, as her tongue traces along your cock, tip to hilt and back again. She sucks briefly on your swollen cockhead before engulfing it whole once again, every inch of it disappearing between those lips in one go, all that heat far too overwhelming.
"Jesus christ, that mouth of yours," you groan, breaking the silence with your head tilting back. Especially devastating when she gets her nose buried in your crotch, holding with those eyes staring up, just so you'll lose it even more. Her gag reflex is no more than an afterthought when her tongue runs up the underside of your shaft with every bob of her head, a constant flow leaking from the corners of her mouth.
"Gotta get you ready for my pussy," Nakyoung mutters with the tiniest pause before diving right back in. It's hardly a second before your cock disappears between her lips, filling her mouth over and over, slipping in as far as it can go. The occasional glance downward to distract, a brief view of her kneeling there in nothing but a skirt, topless, saliva running down her chin.
"God, that's good," you hiss out, the sensation of Nakyoung's hot tongue so intense along the underside. Every little slurp of spit that echoes, every bob of those pretty pink lips has your head spinning in the most blissful of ways. It's such a sight to behold, those piercings of hers jutting out even more the faster that she goes, that greedy mouth devouring more of your cock every single second.
"Can't fucking get enough of this cock," Nakyoung gasps between those sloppy, spit covered slurps, eyes gazing right into yours.
The pressure around your cock builds a little faster, every slurp, every ounce of wetness so prominent when Nakyoung starts stroking you and licking at your balls, drawing the pair into her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue. It all threatens that last ounce of composure you have left. Every flick and curl of her tongue, it brings that rush to you faster.
Another delicious glance, and that warm mouth simply sucks your balls while she squeezes, pumping up and down your spit covered shaft in her hand.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" she asks, so confident, like it's not even any sort of challenge. "Do you want to bust a huge load all over my tits?"
"N-Naky," you say through moans, enjoying the way your cock seems to disappear with no effort whatsoever when that familiar sensation hits and her lips engulf you once again. No stopping or hesitating. And just with a few more bobs of her head, a few more gentle squeezes of your balls, that question needs no answer.
She seems to sense it, or your desperate moans say it all, the way you groan and your fingers tense against the sheets. Nakyoung already knows exactly what's about to happen—in fact, she wants to encourage it with how hard those lips suck.
"F-fuck—I'm gonna—"
No chance for Nakyoung to pull off, taking you even deeper with that slick mouth. The vibrations of her moans are what make you reach a breaking point right then and there as she aims your cock cock directly at her chest, pumping frantically.
That smile is what ultimately does you in, almost as much as her tits.
Your moans turns desperate when you have no control left, releasing everything in your balls, hot cum shooting right onto those milky tits. One shot after another, a thick stream leaving a mess of white streaked across Nakyoung's beautiful, bare breasts. And it lands right where she intends—the delicious valley between, the tiny metal barbells right through her nipples, pumping it all out until there's a proper glistening, sticky sheen to the piercings,
"God, you really covered them," Nakyoung says, satisfaction across her features as she smears the results across her tits, keeping you rock hard even after you've emptied everything.
But for someone who looks so good naked, even better now, Nakyoung still reaches a new level when she dives right back in, immediately sucking your cock clean of any leftover cum with that tight seal around your shaft. And when she's done, it's only a matter of seconds before she's rubbing your tip over her chest, over those still hard and glistening nipples.
"Need you in me. Like right now," Nakyoung says in the most lust-ladened voice, sounding a little impatient as she keeps stroking your sensitive cock, kissing her way up. "Fuck me, pretty boy. I don't care where or how, just—"
If that's the case, you can't deny that and let your gaze drift up to those perky breasts once again, at Nakyoung half-naked and covered in cum. No regrets about painting those tits white, and no doubt that she doesn't want you to stop looking.
Nakyoung’s lips are still glossy when she pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. You sit up, chest heaving, eyes locked on her chest as the silence lingers thick between you.
She’s about to speak when you stand, catching her waist in your grip, forcing her to turn around. Before she can steady herself, you’ve already steered her across the room, quick little steps that leave her taken aback—almost tripping when you back that perfect body up to the bedroom door. "W-what are you—"
"I'm fucking you, obviously," you reply as your hands are on her skirt in a flash, scrunching it up around her waist to reveal her voluptuous pale ass in thin lace. "Unless you've changed your mind…"
"There's still like thirty people outside," Nakyoung utters in disbelief, not sure how to react. "You can't be—"
And her whole demeanor changes, shifting the moment you smack that tight ass, hard, just enough to hear her little yelp of pleasure. "You wanted to suck me off in front of your friends—so, why not fuck you with all those people right behind that door?"
Her surprise melts when you spank her again, forcing a groan out and that sharp, delicious slap of palm meeting flesh. And it only drives home that smile forming, when she leans her weight forward a little more, so her chest is flush up against the door, skirt hiked all the way up.
"You're bad…" Nakyoung says with her cheek to the door and her voice turned just a little more seductive. "Did something come over you? You're not usually this—"
Another quick slap lands with the full force of your hand. "What, dominant?"
"Yeah, usually, I'm the one running the show. Where did that come from?"
"Dunno—I blame the piercings." Another spank. Then, one more, so it leaves a bright red mark on her ass, where the creamy flesh is the most sensitive, inching that tiny thong a little lower, until a quick tug slides them down to her ankles. "Kinda made me want to ruin you."
"Mm, do whatever you want then. Wreck me if it makes you happy," Nakyoung says, looking over her shoulder.
There's nothing left between you and how easily her legs spread, or how her pussy is practically drooling. "Hope your friend is still out there. Bet she'd love to hear what I'm about to do to you."
"Maybe if I moan loud enough," Nakyoung says, with her palms flat against the door, pressed up to the wood. And you’re right there, sliding into her from behind in one fluid motion, every inch filling her warm little cunt.
"God, you're fucking drenched," is all you can manage, too focused on the feeling of that wet, velvety heat squeezing so tightly around your cock. One slow withdrawal and then you drive yourself back inside, while Nakyoung moans not so quietly as you find her hips and get a solid grip, taking no time at all to pound into her, slamming hard.
"You're fucking me against a door, with people on the other side. And a party going on. Of course I'm wet," Nakyoung counters, palms planted against the wooden frame.
It doesn't take more than a few thrusts to have her warm, slippery cunt coat your length, all that sticky arousal that mixes with the leftover saliva, making the slide in even easier.
"Oh my god, you feel so good. I think I've missed this cock a little too much." Your hips start to really move and her moans are spilling freely now, unable to help but picture Nien standing on the other side, hearing the dull rattle of the door and pretending not to know what’s happening.
"Your pussy is unbelievable," you hiss, not holding back when your cock begins slamming into her with so little mercy. Inch after inch swallowed with ease, her pussy stretching and welcoming it with each rough pump. "God, I'm never going to get over how good your fucking pussy feels."
"Could say the same about your cock," Nakyoung adds, as your hips crash into her tight ass, making that flesh bounce when your skin collides. "Just keep pounding me into this door, fuck—"
Hard not to as you bury every inch into her, the clench impossible to escape. She's never been this loud or demanding with you, and it drives your cock deeper, wanting to feel more of that warm cunt taking everything, this door the literal only barrier between you and the rest of the party.
The noises come as loud as you expect, the door protesting against your every move as the wood rattles behind every pop of your hips. It's relentless—no letting up when Nakyoung gets tighter, even wetter somehow while your thick shaft impales her cunt, clinging onto her body that starts to glisten with sweat.
Nothing you can do but keep the feverish pace as you drive your dick into her repeatedly.
"Feels—s-so good, your cock is fucking splitting me open," Nakyoung moans in a frenzy of bliss, unable to help herself with how your cock pistons into that greedy little pussy. "You're fucking me so damn well. They can hear, right? They can definitely hear me getting destroyed."
You're pretty sure the entire neighborhood can hear at this point, yet you refuse to stop, relishing how every part of her cunt keeps gripping your cock, demanding it and never letting go.
And those pretty cries get even louder, that desperation layered into her voice when your hands leave her hips for a moment, fingers groping and playing with her tits from behind, pinching at those sensitive, pierced nipples. It's a sensation her entire body trembles at, causing her to claw at the door for some type of leverage, squeezing your cock just a little bit tighter. "G-god—just keep doing that. Fucking use me, play with my tits and use me please—"
You'll do just that, with ease.
Those pretty fucking tits are all yours to grab, play with, twist those stiff buds as much as you desire, all while continuing to rail her cunt as hard as your body allows. Each new thrust makes Nakyoung moans louder than ever, in tandem with the thud of the door that sounds like a distant echo at this point.
"Gonna fucking cum—so hard, all over your big, throbbing cock," she desperately groans out when your fingers start twisting a little harder, making sure her scrumptious tits get their due attention.
That's the last thing you hear before that messy climax hits with no more warning whatsoever. All of that slippery flesh clenches hard around your cock, tight enough to suffocate every inch, to coax the load you'd been staving off.
She's completely wrecked when she cums, panting hard, nearly collapsing against the wood, her juices leaking everywhere. "F-fuck—god, your cock is ridiculous, really. Can barely think straight when you're driving into me that fucking deep."
You have no plans to stop, not for a second when all you need is to reach your own finish, sliding your hands back down and to her hips to guide every thrust while the rest of Nakyoung is braced up against the door, her breasts pressed against the wood. It's too easy to picture the other side, with Nien outside, a dozen others trying to listen. Or maybe the music is too loud, and they're a little too drunk to even care.
"Use me," Nakyoung pleads, barely hanging on. "P-please, use me to cum, unload everything into my pussy, fill it—"
So easy to follow those words when she’s practically begging with her cheek to the door, an incoherent mess of slurred words and groans.
"That what you want? You brought me here so I can cum inside your tight little pussy?" you growl, feeling everything building impossibly quick now, no chance to stall your hips when that familiar tightness runs through your balls. "Gonna fucking fill you then. Make everything inside you all hot and messy—pump you full, like you deserve."
There are no more words, only the harshest sounds of flesh against flesh, Nakyoung's desperate moans, and her cunt that takes ahold of you in such a way there's no turning back. Just these loud thuds of her body pinned against the wood, the smack of your sweat-drenched hips crashing into her ass as you struggle to do anything but give in.
One last, deep stroke is all it takes, when your cockhead slams deep inside the silky depths of her cunt, where she squeezes so tight—it's impossible to fight it. The moment that pressure boils over, you're moaning out loud, buried to the hilt as your your balls release thick, hot spurts her cunt greedily swallows up, insatiable for more. A near delirious feeling, that feels better the more you empty inside Nakyoung.
No chance of fighting anything, just that sticky, hot load flowing into her cunt, a harsh grip on her hips that keeps her pinned up against the door. Every drop is hers to claim, overflowing before you can even finish pumping it into her, already trickling down her creamy thighs.
And Nakyoung just relishes the satisfaction, leaning her weight up against the door for balance, her body covered in a layer of sweat by this point.
"D-don't pull out yet, fuck, your cum feels so warm," she mumbles, disheveled hair stuck to her face, chest heaving while you finally start to slow, still sheathed in her cum-filled cunt. "Want it all inside, feels so good.”
Not that you would even consider leaving the heaven that is Nakyoung's pussy, the relief that floods over as your cock throbs inside, even after completely unloading. All you can manage is one deep, exhausted breath, resting your forehead on the back of her shoulder while that high lingers. You can feel every messy, sticky detail pressed against your body, her cunt still clinging tight.
"Feels so good, I swear, you've never fucked me like that before. My pussy is so full, god, I haven't been fucked like that since—"
"Tuesday?"
Nakyoung giggles and presses back against you, pushing that tight ass up into your hips like she's eager to draw out more of your messy load. "Shush. I was gonna say, last week, but Tuesday works too, I guess."
With one tired, chaste kiss to her shoulder, you let go of Nakyoung's hips, pulling out with a groan. But she remains against the door, as if still needing support, and you get the beautiful sight of the aftermath, her pretty pussy lips all slick, spread open and oozing with your milky white seed that has no place to go but those thighs, and the floor underneath.
All that’s left is to admire that delicious mess, committing every detail to memory, taking everything in. That smooth, pale back of hers. Her short, black hair, down around her shoulders, the sweat glistening across her skin. Her petite frame, bent slightly forward, her perfect ass, still a little red, and most of all—that pearly white dripping down both thighs, mixed with all her arousal, overflowing right in front of your eyes.
"You gonna keep staring, or help a girl clean up?" Nakyoung laughs and pulls you back to reality, reaching one hand behind you to give your still hard cock a teasing squeeze.
"Why would I help when the view is this good?"
"Then take a damn picture, you pervert," Nakyoung suggests while she kicks off her panties, leaving them discarded on the floor.
"It would be a crime if I didn't. Maybe send it to all your cute friends?"
Nakyoung shifts on her heels, taking a step away from the door when she tugs her skirt back in place. "Don't you dare. I know I'm a little reckless, but even that crosses a line. Gotta keep them thinking I'm still innocent."
"Since when? You? The girl who already told them how much we fuck?"
"Look, that was me being honest. Nothing wrong with being open between friends, right?"
"Right… or maybe you're still drunk."
Somehow, you both find a place to sit on the edge of the bed, too worn out to do little but kiss each other. Both your clothes still ditched on the floor.
"I must be, because we're still naked, and I think I wanna keep going."
Ridiculous. But not exactly impossible, either. "Jesus, Naky. Give a guy a moment."
Nakyoung, always in some sort of disbelief that someone could tire out so fast, lets out a sigh. "Fine. You lie down then. Guess we should get dressed at some point, before someone decides they need the room."
That's true, you're not actually sure how much longer this party will go on for. And you'd hate to have someone crash in on this little moment.
"In a bit," you murmur and lean back, just admiring the view. "Wanna stare at your tits a little longer."
A roll of her eyes as she straddles your lap, and leans forward, making sure they're nice and close to your face. "Pervert. Maybe you're more ready to go again than I thought."
You laugh. "Maybe. But not here. You said an hour, and I'm pretty sure it's been far more than that."
"Oops," she laughs, a hint of a smirk at the edge of her mouth. "Yeah, okay. Get dressed, and let me go first, yeah?"
"First you wanted to blow me in front of Nien and the rest of your friends—now you wanna keep this hidden?"
Nakyoung makes sure to give you another wet, sloppy kiss before sliding off your lap. "A girl has a reputation to uphold. Can't let it go around campus that I'm a wild, cock-hungry freak."
"Kind of late for that, isn't it?"
Her smile widens as she saunters around the room, picking your clothes up off the floor and shoves everything into your chest. "Alright, you got me. Meet me at the stairs whenever you're ready. Let's get out of here—this party is kind of lame."
That might be the understatement of the century, but the second she exits the room, you take a quick, quiet breather. When you escape out the door, nobody really cares at all, other than the pink haired Nien a few feet away, staring a little longer at the lovebites on your neck.
"Here I thought you were the rough one, but looks like Naky was the one who gets a little possessive," Nien teases as she follows alongside you, not even trying to hide her interest.
"What, these? These are old, from a few days ago," you say, turning a little red while your palm tries to hide the evidence.
"You are a terrible liar," Nien replies, unable to suppress her laugh, but doesn't press. Only a bit more ahead, to where Nakyoung waits for you both, hair a little messier, panties forgotten, your cum still leaking down those thighs.
Unsurprisingly, she still has that carefree expression, like she didn't just get railed in some stranger’s bedroom. "Thanks for playing lookout. Sorry if I got a little loud."
"Oh, did you? Couldn't hear a thing," Nien says, lying almost as bad as you.
Nakyoung grabs her leather jacket, leaning over to hug the girl before they split ways. "Well, I'd like to say this was a lovely party, but that would also make me a liar. I think we're out of here."
"See you in class then?"
"Perhaps. You know I don't like getting up before ten though."
Nien laughs, as the two depart ways, and you trail behind her to the exit, one step behind and never further away.
"Naky," you start, as soon as you wait by the curb, a taxi on it's way to get you, no clue how this night is going to continue.
"Yes, pretty boy?"
"No more parties. Your friends are nice, but—"
A quick kiss cuts off the rest of that thought. "Fine, fine. No more bribing you to parties filled with people you barely know. I promise. For now, we'll just spend time at your place instead. Order a pizza—beer, watch that new anime we both like while I ride your cock."
And another kiss, so hungry it steals your breath, not caring who else is nearby. "Yeah, that sounds much better."
"Thought so. Now, let's get home before I ride you right on the curb."
It's too hard to respond before a yellow car pulls up, the doors open and ready to take you back to your place.
---
Home again, with pizza on the way, Nakyoung occupies that space on your lap, episode three already going on in the background.
Not that your attention is anywhere but front and center when Nakyoung isn't wearing a thing. Her skirt is on the floor, jacket tossed nearby, tits out in the open, bouncing freely each time she sinks all the way down on your cock.
"Yeah, this is much better. Nobody around. Nobody having to watch out and ruin the fun. I'm sorry I even dragged you to that dumb party."
"I'll accept this as your apology," you say, just watching how Nakyoung gets so ravenous, bouncing her ass, those sweaty, glistening thighs slamming so hard against your own. "But the pizza is gonna be here any minute..."
Nakyoung seems far less enthused by the mere mention, pressing down hard on your chest as if she needs more leverage. "You're worried about pizza, when I'm riding the fuck out of your cock? Delivery guy can just leave it there. Or you can pick me up and fuck me while you answer the door. Whatever suits you best."
Impossible not to groan at that when her hips slam harder, riding you nothing shy of erratic to shut you up.
"What is with you and wanting other people to watch? First the party, now the delivery guy—"
"Hey, sometimes an audience makes it all the more fun," Nakyoung shoots back, still riding you hard without any mercy. "Your cock feels so fucking good, so please—shut the fuck up about the pizza."
Pretty easy to do that, when you have these delicious tits to bury your face between, sucking the nearest pierced nipple to make her sweet little moans ring out loud and clear. Pizza can wait, but Nakyoung riding until you cum in that warm little cunt?
That definitely can't.
---
Nakyoung is the first thing you see when you walk in and slam the door shut, tossing your bag across the kitchen in frustration. It's barely past one on a Tuesday afternoon, but already you feel inclined to open up that new bottle of tequila and down the entire thing.
"Tough day, handsome?"
"Fuck that professor, I swear," you say, trying hard to to quell your burning rage. "Exam didn't have a goddamn thing to do with what we've studied. Fucking asshole."
"Philosophy? Old guy in a turtleneck? Always speaking in weird proverbs?"
You slump down on the couch next to Nakyoung, unable to hide your anger. She's far too perceptive, of course, sliding over, resting her body against your chest.
"Yeah, that'd be the one. Always keeps us later and later. Fucking pretentious douchebag."
"I remember him. Dropped out halfway, couldn't take that guy anymore. Always loved to hear the sound of his own voice, that's for sure."
"Seriously," you agree, falling back with a defeated sigh.
Nakyoung, always with those big, caring eyes, runs her fingers through your hair to ease some of the tension, guiding your eyes toward her. "Let me help. Hate seeing you stressed. How can I make it better? Whatever you need, I'm all yours."
That's a far, far too generous offer when your mind wanders the way it tends to. "Just need some time to relax, that's it."
A slight nod and that sympathetic smile from Nakyoung is exactly what you need right about now.
"I'm right here if you need a distraction, you know I'm really good at being one. Anything. I'm happy to help. If you wanna play with my tits, jerk off into my mouth, or onto my pretty face—just name it."
Tempting, far too tempting, when Nakyoung looks up at you, offering herself up on a silver platter. But for now, you just need her. "Just stay right here. Like this. This is more than enough."
So she does, resting there on your chest with no desire in the world to be anywhere else.
---
Some of that stress finally lessens while Nakyoung stares up at you, upside down, her head dangling off the bed, with your cock lodged right down.
"Hope my throat is making you feel a little better," she says when you let her breathe, an absolute mess of drool down that messy, gorgeous face. "Nothing like a good throatfuck to calm the nerves. Keep that beautiful cock between my lips as long as you need to. I mean it."
Nakyoung sucks hard at your balls to really get her point across, as your throbbing cock rests on her face, the weight heavy between her fingers that stroke nice and slow.
"God, you're the best stress relief I could ever ask for, Naky," you groan out, sliding back deep between her wet lips as you bury the entire thing down her bulging throat, no gag, no hesitation, only pretty lips devouring every inch, saliva spilling out like crazy. Not much more left to do but enjoy it, her warm mouth open and willing, swallowing every inch as you squeeze and play with her milky tits, the second best stress relief you've got at your disposal.
She's exactly as good a distraction as promised, her cute face a wreck of spit and smeared mascara, more saliva ruining her makeup, those watery eyes never leaving you for a second.
There's still plenty more exams the next two weeks, no doubt. But as stress relief goes—this is the best option. When Nakyoung's so eager to relieve that stress like this, you're quick to find some relief, so you'll use whatever she's offering. Just watching the way her warm throat bulges out is every bit therapeutic. An incredible way to really get all this aggression out, knowing you get to shoot another load wherever you'd like the second you need to.
"I want your cum all over me, in me, anything," Nakyoung pleads when you give her just the barest moment to breathe, smacking that swollen cockhead right on those full, wet lips, her face absolutely coated in saliva.
That's the plan. In fact, you’re nearly there, with two handfuls of her tits for extra leverage, fingers pinching hard at her pierced, stiff nipples.
A little tug each time your cock drives down her hot throat, until it's time for you to pull out at the last possible second, blasting heavy streaks of cum all over her gorgeous, messy face. The best relief anyone can ask for—unloading all over her.
Nakyoung is nothing short of obscene like this, your thick, creamy mess on her face, dripping down her chin, mixing with ruined lipstick and all the spit. And yet she savors it all without question or complaints, that hungry tongue darting out to catch some, letting it drip and dribble everywhere it likes.
All the frustration from the day melts away when Nakyoung stays there like that, taking your spent cock into her cum-stained lips to clean up, draining every drop from those heavy balls.
"Feel any better, pretty boy?" Nakyoung asks, completely undeterred, beaming wide despite the way her face looks, an absolute mess.
"Yeah, a thousand times. F-fuck, that felt good. Thanks."
"No problem. My throat, my tits, my pussy, my tight little ass—all of it yours whenever you want," Nakyoung promises, right before she takes your sensitive, drained cock and plants a wet kiss right on the tip.
There's still plenty more stress on the way, no doubt. But when it feels this good to relieve it—you'll find an excuse to use whatever she offers in a heartbeat.
---
The next time you wake up, it's not in your sheets—or in your bed at all, but black silk wrapped around your body. It's the rare occasion of the morning starting in Nakyoung's apartment, this time underneath you instead of the other way around.
Not often do you get to watch her sleep like this, with her naked body sprawled out over the mattress. But it's nice, to see how innocent she looks in her sleep, to observe every inch of her all curled up.
"Morning, pretty boy," Nakyoung murmurs, sleep coating her voice while she stretches her arms up, lashes fluttering to slowly open her eyes. "Were you watching me sleep?"
"Of course."
She smiles and leans in for a lazy, tender kiss, just a soft press of the lips, nuzzling against your cheek as she ruffles your hair.
"You're too cute. Next time, just wake me up if you can't wait."
Another kiss, one just as tender and sweet as the one before, and it doesn't end after that either, lips so eager to stay capturing yours. One leg wraps around your waist to drag you closer, allowing you to get a little bolder, trailing down her neck, inhaling her scent before continuing.
One kiss on the other side of her pale throat. Two down that collarbone, three on her shoulder. And so on, until your lips eventually linger just above her perfect tits. Nakyoung lets out this abrupt gasp the second your lips wrap around one sensitive nipple, dragging teeth over it, circling your tongue over the metal.
"H-hey, now, take it easy. I just woke up—"
"And? Can't help it," you breathe out between hungry slurps that get all the sensitivity going once more, get all those whines and moans back filling the room. "Just wanna taste every part of you."
More of her pleased sighs escape, fingers combing into your hair to guide your mouth as it moves from nipple to nipple, not neglecting either. All of Nakyoung's mewling moans fueling your mouth to feast in the early morning.
"I'm the one supposed to be waking you up with my mouth on your cock, but..." A trail of kisses down her cleavage before you're back to sucking and slurping at those sensitive, full breasts again, one after the other, worshipping them the way they deserve. "This works too. Keep sucking, feels too good for you to stop."
Nakyoung isn't too eager to let you go anywhere, nor letting the grip on your hair ease as your lips wrap all around each stiff, saliva-slicked nipple, taking your sweet time to indulge. No place else you'd rather be, tongue tracing the metal barbell and teasing around the curve of her breasts, tracing circles around her piercings.
"Can’t say I don’t love waking up like this. Your mouth on my tits, feeling your cock right here," Nakyoung groans, tilting her head up as you cup both her tits together, planting as many sloppy kisses as you can on those pillowy mounds.
And she really can't hold back the noises she makes with all that sucking, nibbling at her sensitive buds, getting them all covered in spit when you pull back to admire them in your hands, how good the fresh metal looks.
"I'm gonna be late to class if you keep this up," Nakyoung warns, but never tries to shove you away either, fingers never leaving your messy hair.
"Then tell me to stop, and I'll stop. I'll let you get out of bed and go to your boring classes." She does nothing of the sort as expected, relishing the way your mouth can't stop devouring her chest.
"Never, pretty boy. Keep playing with my tits, suck them, squeeze them, fill that perfect mouth up—do whatever the fuck you want."
Just as she smiles again, you oblige and sink right back between her tits, not sure you could ever grow tired of how soft they feel, the way she moans whenever your tongue makes contact.
You'd spend all day right here if the chance arose—sucking, slurping, licking all over that sensitive, supple flesh, digging fingers into them, sliding your cock between when your lust demands more. But for now, she deserves a moment of spoiling, a chance to melt into the feeling of your lips wrapped all around her nipples.
Spoiling her means everything, hearing her whimper and groan when your lips seal around the closest nipple to you, mouthful after mouthful, playing with her other bud with your fingers. The sort of stimulation that leaves her squirming against her sheets, eyes falling closed when her back arches, writhing in ecstasy.
"Oh god, your mouth just feels too damn good—"
An endless flow of moans as Nakyoung struggles to stay coherent, and you keep her overwhelmed, too preoccupied with sucking, drool spilling all down her nipples, indulgent little bites along the hardened pink nubs.
"Okay, I really need to get out of bed, s-seriously," she finally protests when you get a little too sloppy with the slurps, her hands firmly tangled in your hair now. "I have a test, and as much as I'd love to let you suck my tits for hours, I don't have time."
"Too bad," you respond between sucks, rolling a nipple between your teeth, all covered in warm drool as her whole body shifts on the mattress.
"Fuck, hey, come on—okay, enough, I'm serious. I'm gonna be late—" Nakyoung urges, giggling so helplessly, unable to free you from her chest.
But you refuse to relent, every slurp a little louder than the one before. You don't stop, tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth nibbling at those sensitive pierced nipples, not giving her a break until you deem necessary.
"Fuck, oh fuck—" Her breathing gets all unstable when you're the most aggressive you've been. Lips latched tightly, you give all you can give, spilling drool all down the smooth, creamy flesh, the sweetest of moans filling the air. "Fuck, p-please, I think I'm gonna cum just from this—"
And like that, when you show no modicum of mercy, unleashing all your desire and built-up hunger, Nakyoung can't help but arch her back high, eyes rolling back, entire body convulsing hard as an orgasm comes ripping through her. Her thighs grind together, desperate to seek even more friction, unable to fight back against your unrelenting mouth. It's an incredibly satisfying thing to watch her lose it, body shaking through each intense moment, lips parted and those pretty features twisting in bliss while she scrambles to grab two fistfuls of sheets.
Even after it's done, the sensitivity doesn't end there. You don't dare let up, not a moment to process that pleasure coursing through her body, not a moment to recover or let the stimulation cease. Not with you slobbering on her sensitive tits, still relentlessly sucking one nipple or the other, never letting either leave your lips.
"Y-you can't keep this up, you fucking bastard. I already came, just from you sucking my tits," Nakyoung tries, her voice so strained while she tries to squirm away, barely able to catch her breath through all this. "You're insane. These fucking piercings, look what they've done to you—"
"Don't sound so surprised."
"I-I'm not surprised at all. Impressed even. Maybe a little proud you're such an insatiable little fuck. Shit—guess this is partly my fault."
"Partly?" you scoff, not keeping your mouth off her for any longer than necessary. "Got you off and it's not even nine. I'd call it entirely your fault"
"S-shit, it's past eight? Fuck—" Her attempts to shove you off grow more futile as you refuse to let her escape from the comfort of her bed. "Still need to shower. These goddamn things turned you into an uncontrollable little pervert."
"Are you complaining?"
Nakyoung finally pushes you off with a laugh, rolling onto her stomach so she can sit up, a mess of drool all around her tits. "Wouldn't dream of it. You're too fucking adorable for me to complain. Now if you don't mind, I have a test. So I really do need to shower."
And with that, Nakyoung climbs off the mattress, trying to catch her breath a little more. Steadying herself, her ass stays perfectly visible while she composes herself a bit after the morning wake-up you've just given her.
"Turns out, so do I. Mind if I join?"
She takes one long look before grabbing your hand and giving her answer. "Of course not, pretty boy. Come on in. But no funny business, this shower is supposed to be about getting clean, okay? I'm already late enough."
"if you're late, then that's all the more reason to have a little fun…" you start, following Nakyoung as she drags you down the hall where the bathroom is, unable to keep your eyes off the sway of her hips the entire walk there.
"You really don't know what 'quick' means, do you? Fine, a little fun. But only because you're cute and I'm so fucking horny for you."
"I assure you the feeling is mutual."
"Come on," is all Nakyoung offers up with a shy little smile, the two of you ready to spend the next little while under the hot, steamy water.
And while Nakyoung is insistent on how there's no time, she'll be the first to start things when you both step past the glass doors of the shower. The first to grab the shower gel and pretend it's for anything other than how her tits feel lathered in bubbles, for you to slide right between them.
counts: ~4,300 words
tags: fluff, passionate, cowgirl, standing sex, oral play, missionary, etc.
You come home after a long, shitty day at work. Your boss yelled at you for no reason, the traffic was a nightmare, and your head is pounding like a drum.
You slam the door a bit too hard, tossing your keys on the table. The apartment smells like fresh food—Chaeyeon must be cooking again. She's always doing that, trying to make things better for you.
"Hey, babe," her voice calls from the kitchen. It's soft and warm, like a hug. You walk in and there she is, your girlfriend Chaeyeon, stirring something on the stove.
She's wearing a tight tank top that hugs her big, busty chest, and those short shorts that show off her curvy hips and thick thighs. Her long black hair is tied back, and she turns to you with that bright smile. "Rough day? You look like you need to unwind."
You nod, dropping into a chair. "Yeah, it sucked. Everything went wrong. I just want to forget about it."
She turns off the stove and comes over, her hips swaying as she walks. Chaeyeon's body is all curves—big tits that strain against her top, a round ass that you can't keep your eyes off, and that soft belly that feels so good when you hold her.
She slides onto your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. Her warmth presses against you, and you can feel her heavy breasts against your chest. "Tell me about it," she says, kissing your forehead. "I'm here for you. Let it all out."
You sigh, your hands automatically going to her waist. "The meeting was a disaster. My ideas got shot down, and then the client called screaming. I feel like quitting."
"Aw, baby," she murmurs, her fingers running through your hair. "You're so smart and hardworking. They don't deserve you. But you know what? You're home now. With me. Let me help you relax." She shifts on your lap, grinding a little, and you feel yourself getting hard already.
Chaeyeon notices and giggles. "See? Your body's already unwinding."
You chuckle weakly. "You're too good to me, Chae."
She leans in, her lips brushing your ear. "That's what girlfriends are for. Now, come on. Dinner can wait. Let's go to the bedroom." She stands up, taking your hand, and pulls you along. Her ass bounces with each step, and you follow like a puppy.
In the bedroom, she pushes you onto the bed gently. "Lie down," she says. "Let me take care of you." You do as she says, watching as she peels off her tank top.
Her massive tits spill out, nipples already hard and pink. They're so full and heavy, jiggling as she moves. "Like what you see?" she teases, cupping them in her hands.
"Fuck yes," you say, your voice rough. "You're perfect."
She smiles and climbs onto the bed, straddling you. Her curvy body hovers over yours, and she starts unbuttoning your shirt. "I love making you feel better. Remember last week when you were stressed? I sucked you off until you forgot your own name." Her hands slide down to your pants, unzipping them. "Want that again?"
You groan as she pulls out your cock, already throbbing. "God, Chae, yes. But I want more. I want all of you."
She strokes you slowly, her soft hand gripping tight. "Mmm, tell me what you need. Use your words, babe."
"I need to fuck you," you say, reaching up to squeeze her tits. They're so soft, overflowing in your palms. "I need to bury myself in your pussy and forget everything."
Chaeyeon moans softly at your touch. "Yeah? You want this wet pussy? It's all yours." She stands up briefly, shimmying out of her shorts. No panties underneath—her shaved pussy is glistening, lips puffy and ready. Her thighs are thick, rubbing together as she moves. "See how wet I am for you? Just thinking about helping you unwind gets me like this."
She climbs back on, positioning herself over your cock. "Ready?" she asks, her eyes locked on yours.
You nod.
She sinks down slowly, her tight heat enveloping you inch by inch. "Oh fuck, you're so big," she gasps, her big tits bouncing as she adjusts. "Fills me up perfect." She starts moving, up and down, her curvy ass slapping against your thighs. The room fills with wet sounds and her moans.
You grab her hips, thrusting up to meet her. "That's it, Chae. Fuck, you feel amazing."
"Tell me more," she pants, grinding her clit against you. "What else happened today? Let it out while I fuck you."
You laugh breathlessly. "The traffic... ah, shit... some idiot cut me off. Almost crashed."
"Poor baby," she coos, leaning down so her tits press against your chest. She kisses you deep, tongue sliding in. "But now you're inside me. Doesn't that feel better?"
"Hell yes," you say, flipping her over suddenly. Now you're on top, pounding into her. Her legs wrap around you, her curvy body jiggling with each thrust. "You're my everything, Chae. Always there for me."
She arches her back, moaning loud. "Yes, yes! Fuck me harder. Use me to unwind. Cum inside me if you want."
You speed up, the bed creaking. Her pussy clenches around you, so wet and hot. "I'm close," you warn.
"Me too," she whimpers. "Oh god, right there. Your cock is hitting my spot."
You reach down, rubbing her clit. "Cum for me, baby."
She screams your name, her body shaking as she orgasms. Her tits heave, and her pussy milks you tight. That's all it takes—you explode inside her, filling her up with hot cum.
You collapse beside her, both panting. She cuddles into you, her soft curves molding against your body. "Feel better?" she asks, tracing circles on your chest.
"Yeah," you say, kissing her forehead. "You always know how to fix me."
But the night isn't over. After a few minutes, Chaeyeon sits up, her tits still flushed. "Want a shower? I can wash you... and maybe more."
You grin. "Lead the way."
In the bathroom, steam fills the air as the water runs hot. Chaeyeon steps under the spray first, her body glistening. Water runs down her big breasts, over her curvy belly, and between her thighs. "Come in," she says, beckoning.
You join her, pulling her close. "You're insatiable."
"For you? Always." She grabs the soap, lathering up her hands. "Let me clean you." She starts with your chest, then lower, stroking your cock until it's hard again. "Oops," she says innocently. "Look what happened."
You push her against the wall, lifting one of her thick legs. "My turn to take control."
She gasps as you slide back into her. "Yes, fuck me standing. Pound my pussy."
The water makes everything slippery, her ass pressing back against you as you thrust deep. "You love this, don't you?" you growl.
"I love you," she moans. "Love being your slutty girlfriend. Use me anytime."
You fuck her harder, her tits slapping wetly. Dialog flows between thrusts: "Tell me you're mine," you say.
"All yours," she replies. "My big tits, my ass, my tight cunt—yours to unwind with."
You cum again, this time pulling out to shoot on her belly. She rubs it in, smiling. "Mmm, love your cum."
After the shower, you both dry off and head back to bed. Chaeyeon curls up naked beside you, her head on your chest. "Talk to me," she says softly. "What's really bothering you? Work's not everything."
You open up more, telling her about your fears of failing, of not being good enough. She listens, nodding. "Babe, you're amazing. I've seen you overcome so much. Remember when you lost that job last year? You bounced back stronger. And I'll always be here, supporting you. Through the bad days and the good."
Her words warm you inside. "What did I do to deserve you?"
She laughs. "Just be you. Now, let's plan something fun. Weekend getaway? Just us, no stress."
You talk late into the night, her curvy body pressed close. She shares her day too—how she missed you, thought about you while shopping for lingerie. "Want to see?" she asks, jumping up to model a new set. It's red lace, barely containing her busty figure.
"Damn, Chae," you say. "You're killing me."
She poses, twirling. "For you to unwind in. Anytime."
The night ends with slow, gentle sex—missionary, face to face, lots of kisses and whispers. "I love you," you say as you cum together.
"I love you too," she replies, holding you tight.
As you drift off, you feel truly unwound. Chaeyeon's always there, your rock, your lover, your everything. Tomorrow will be better because of her.
You come home late one night, the weight of the world crushing you. Work was a total shitshow—deadlines missed, arguments with coworkers, and your boss dumping more crap on your plate. Your mind's racing, muscles tense like steel cables. You need release, something to drown out the noise.
Chaeyeon greets you at the door, her curvy body wrapped in a loose robe that barely hides her big tits and thick hips. Her long hair's down, framing her pretty face, and she pulls you into a hug right away.
"Babe, you look wrecked," she says, her voice full of concern. She presses her busty chest against you, soft and warm. "What happened? Tell me everything."
You bury your face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Just... everything. I can't even think straight. I need you, Chae. Badly."
She tilts your chin up, her eyes searching yours. "I'm here. Always. What do you need? A massage? Food? Or..." She smiles knowingly, her hand sliding down to your crotch, feeling the tension there. "Something more intimate?"
You grab her hand, guiding it firmer. "I want to eat you out. Lose myself in you. Taste every part of your pussy until I forget my name."
Her cheeks flush, but she nods eagerly. "Mmm, yeah? You wanna devour me? I'm all yours. Let's go to the couch—more room to spread out." She leads you to the living room, shedding her robe on the way.
Naked now, her body on full display: massive breasts swaying, nipples perky from the cool air, her curvy waist leading to wide hips and that plump ass you love grabbing. Between her thick thighs, her pussy peeks out—shaved smooth, lips already a bit swollen from anticipation.
You push her gently onto the couch, her legs parting as she leans back against the cushions. "Lie back, baby," you say, your voice rough with need. "Let me see all of you."
Chaeyeon bites her lip, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy opens up like a flower, pink and glistening. The outer lips are full and puffy, framing the inner folds that are slick with her arousal.
You kneel between her thighs, your hands on her knees, pushing them farther apart. "God, look at you," you murmur. "So wet already. I haven't even touched you."
She giggles softly, her big tits rising with her breath. "Thinking about you stressing out... it turns me on, knowing I can fix it. Touch me, babe. Play with my pussy. Make it yours."
You lean in closer, your breath hot on her skin. Her scent hits you—musky and sweet, making your mouth water. You start slow, your fingers tracing the outer lips first. They're soft, plump, yielding under your touch as you spread them gently. "These folds... so perfect," you say, your voice low. "I love how they hide your secrets."
Chaeyeon moans, her hips shifting. "Tease me more. Describe it. I love hearing you talk dirty."
You oblige, your thumb circling the hood of her clit without touching it yet. It's swollen, peeking out like a little pearl. "Your outer lips are so thick, Chae. They feel like velvet. And inside..." You dip a finger along the inner folds, slick with her juices.
They're delicate, ruffled edges quivering as you stroke them up and down. "These inner ones are all pink and wavy, like petals. Wet as fuck. I can see your hole clenching already, begging for attention."
"Oh shit," she whispers, her hand reaching down to tangle in your hair. "Keep going. Eat me now. I need your tongue."
You can't wait anymore. You dive in, your tongue flat and broad, licking from her entrance up to her clit in one long stroke. Her taste explodes—tangy, salty-sweet, coating your mouth. "Fuck, you taste amazing," you groan against her. "Like honey mixed with sin."
Chaeyeon arches her back, her curvy body trembling. "Yes! Lick my folds, babe. Every one."
You focus on the details, savoring her. Your tongue traces the outer lips first, lapping at the smooth skin, sucking gently on one side then the other. They puff up more under your attention, warm and slick. Then you move inward, flicking along the ruffled inner folds. They're so sensitive—she gasps each time you swirl around them, teasing the edges where they meet her entrance. You spread her wider with your fingers, exposing every crease, every hidden spot. "These little folds here," you say between licks, "they're so responsive. Twitching when I touch them."
"Mmm, don't stop," she pants, her thick thighs squeezing your head lightly. "Play with my clit too. Suck it."
You obey, your lips closing around her clit. It's hard now, throbbing as you suckle it gently, then harder. Your tongue flicks the tip while your fingers explore lower, dipping into her hole just enough to feel it pulse.
Juices drip down your chin, and you lap them up greedily, tracing back along her perineum before returning to her folds. You use your fingers to part the inner lips fully, revealing the glossy pink inside, and you tongue-fuck her shallowly, feeling the walls clench.
Chaeyeon’s moans fill the room, raw and needy. "Babe, that’s it! Finger me while you eat. Stretch my pussy."
You slide two fingers in, curling them against her G-spot as your mouth works her clit and folds. Her body jiggles—big tits bouncing, curvy belly quivering. "You’re so tight," you say, pulling back for a breath. "These walls gripping me. And your folds... I could play with them all night." You nibble lightly on the inner ones, tugging with your lips, then soothe with long licks.
She grabs her own breasts, squeezing them hard. "I’m close already. Your mouth feels so good. Tell me how much you love it."
"I fucking love your pussy, Chae," you growl, diving back in. "Every fold, every drop. It’s my escape." You alternate: sucking her clit, tracing folds with your tongue, fingering deep. Her hips buck, grinding against your face.
"Yes, yes! Eat it raw, babe. Make me cum on your tongue."
You intensify, your free hand playing with her outer lips, pinching and rubbing while your mouth devours the inner ones. She cries out, her body convulsing as orgasm hits. Juices flood your mouth, sweet and abundant, and you drink it all, licking every fold clean as she shakes.
After, she pulls you up, kissing you deeply, tasting herself. "Holy shit, that was intense," she says, breathless. "You really needed that, huh? Feel better?"
You nod, still hard and aching. "A bit. But I’m not done with you yet."
She smiles wickedly, her curvy form glistening with sweat. "Good. Because I want you inside me now. Fuck the stress out."
You flip her onto her hands and knees, her plump ass up, pussy still dripping. "Look at that view," you say, spanking her lightly. "Ass so round, pussy still swollen from my mouth."
Chaeyeon wiggles back. "Take it. Pound me until you’re empty."
You thrust in deep, her heat enveloping you. The rhythm builds—hard, fast, her moans mixing with yours. "Tell me about your day," she says between thrusts. "Let it out while you fuck me."
You do, ranting about the bullshit at work as you grip her hips, watching her tits swing. She listens, encouraging: "That’s right, babe. Use my body. I’m your stress reliever."
It goes on—positions change: her riding you, tits in your face; then missionary, legs over your shoulders. Dialog flows: "Deeper," she begs. "Fill me up." You cum hard inside her, collapsing together.
Later, cuddled naked, she strokes your back. "Better now?" she asks softly.
"Yeah," you admit. "You always know how to unwind me."
She kisses you. "That’s what I’m here for. Anytime you need to eat me out or anything else—I’m yours."
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Chaeyeon's curvy body curled up against you. You wake up groggy, the stress from yesterday still lingering like a bad aftertaste. Your mind's already racing—emails to answer, meetings to prep for.
But Chaeyeon stirs, her warm, busty frame pressed tight against your side, one thick thigh draped over yours. Her big tits are squished against your arm, soft and heavy, and her hand lazily traces your chest.
"Morning, babe," she mumbles, her voice husky with sleep. She notices the tension in your jaw and props herself up on one elbow, her breasts swaying slightly. "You're still stressed, aren't you? I can tell." Her hand slides lower, grazing your stomach, then further down, finding you half-hard already. "Let me fix that before you face the day."
You groan softly, already feeling the heat building. "Chae, you don't have to—"
"Shh," she cuts you off, her lips curling into a naughty smile. "I want to. You need this." She shifts, her naked body sliding down the bed until her face is level with your cock. Her hair spills over your thighs, tickling your skin. "Look at you, already getting hard for me," she teases, her breath hot against you. "I love how your body reacts."
She starts with a kiss, soft lips pressing against the tip. "Mmm, morning wood's the best," she says, her tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe up your shaft. You twitch, and she giggles. "Sensitive already? Good." Her hand wraps around the base, stroking gently as her mouth works the head, sucking lightly. Her big eyes lock onto yours, watching your reaction. "Tell me how it feels," she murmurs, her lips brushing your skin.
"Fuck, Chae, it's so good," you manage, your voice rough. "Your mouth's so warm."
She hums in approval, taking you deeper. Her lips stretch around you, wet and tight, as she bobs her head slowly. Her tongue swirls along the underside, teasing every inch. "I love sucking you off," she says, pulling back for a moment, a string of spit connecting her lips to your cock. "Makes me wet just hearing you moan." Her hand keeps stroking, slow and firm, while she talks. "You want me to keep going or switch things up?"
"Keep going," you say, gripping the sheets. "But I want your hands too. And… your tits."
Her eyes light up. "Oh, you're greedy this morning." She shifts, sitting up slightly, her massive breasts bouncing as she moves. She spits on her hand, slicking it up, and starts jerking you off with a steady rhythm. Her grip is perfect—tight but not too much, twisting slightly at the top. "Like this?" she asks, her thumb rubbing over the tip, spreading precum.
"Yeah, just like that," you groan, watching her curvy body in motion. Her tits jiggle with each stroke, and you can't take your eyes off them—full, round, with pink nipples hard from arousal.
She notices your stare and smirks. "You want these too, huh?" She leans forward, letting her breasts hang over your cock. "Let me give you a proper titjob." She presses her big tits together, trapping your cock between them. The softness is unreal, like sinking into warm pillows. She starts moving, sliding them up and down, her cleavage swallowing you whole. "Fuck, your cock looks so good between my tits," she says, her voice low and dirty. "So hard, all slick from my mouth."
You thrust up slightly, meeting her movements. "Goddamn, Chae, you're killing me. They're so soft."
"Thought you'd like that," she says, squeezing her breasts tighter around you. She sticks out her tongue, licking the tip of your cock each time it peeks out from her cleavage. "Tell me what's stressing you out. Let it go while I make you feel good."
You exhale hard, trying to focus. "Just… work again. Another deadline today. My team's slacking, and I'm carrying it all."
She slows her titjob, her hands still working your shaft between her breasts. "Babe, you're too good at your job to let this break you. You'll crush that deadline. And your team? They're lucky to have you." She speeds up again, her tits bouncing now, making wet sounds as they rub against your slick cock. "But right now, you're mine. Focus on me."
You do, your eyes locked on her body—her curvy waist, the way her thighs press together as she kneels over you, probably getting wetter by the second. "Chae, I need your mouth again," you say, voice strained.
She grins, releasing her tits and diving back down. Her lips wrap around you, sucking hard this time, her hand still jerking the base. She's messy now, spit dripping down your balls, her tongue working every sensitive spot. "Mmm, you taste so good," she slurs between sucks. "Cum in my mouth, babe. I want it."
You're close, the combination of her hand, her lips, and the memory of her tits pushing you to the edge. "Chae, I'm gonna—"
"Do it," she urges, pulling back just enough to stroke you fast, her lips parted, tongue out. "Cum all over my face if you want."
That sends you over. You explode, the first shot hitting her tongue, then more spilling across her lips and chin. She moans, pumping you through it, milking every drop. "Fuck, yes," she says, licking her lips clean, swallowing what she caught. "So much cum for me."
You collapse back, panting, the stress already fading. Chaeyeon crawls up, her busty body pressing against you as she kisses you softly. You taste yourself on her lips, and it's filthy but perfect. "Better now?" she asks, nuzzling your neck.
"Much," you say, pulling her close. Her big tits squash against your chest, and you feel her heartbeat. "You're too good to me."
"Nah," she says, tracing your jaw. "I just love you. And I love making you cum like that." She giggles, her hand drifting back down. "Want another round? I can ride you this time."
You laugh, already feeling your cock twitch again. "Give me five minutes. Then I'm fucking you senseless."
She grins, rolling onto her back, her curvy body spread out invitingly. "Deal. But don't keep me waiting too long."
You talk more as you catch your breath, her supportive words easing your mind. She tells you about her morning—how she was thinking of you while picking out a new bra, one she'll model for you later. "It's lacy and barely holds these," she says, cupping her tits playfully. "You'll love it."
The stress melts away, replaced by her warmth, her dirty talk, her love. Chaeyeon's your escape, your everything, and this morning proves it again.
It's finally your day off, a rare Saturday with no work, no emails, no bullshit. The stress of the past week is still there, but Chaeyeon's made it her mission to erase it entirely. You wake up to her soft lips kissing your neck, her curvy body already pressed against you, naked and warm under the sheets. Her big tits are squashed against your chest, her thick thighs tangled with yours. "Morning, babe," she whispers, her hand already teasing your cock, stroking slow. "No work today. That means I get you all day."
You grin, already hard. "All day? You sure?"
She laughs, climbing on top, her heavy breasts swaying. "Oh, I'll show you." She slides down onto you, her tight pussy taking you in one smooth motion. "Fuck, you're so hard already," she moans, starting to ride you, her ass bouncing against your thighs. "We're gonna fuck all day, babe."
And you do. The morning kicks off with her riding you until you both cum, her tits jiggling wildly, her dirty talk filling the air. "Fill my pussy," she begs, and you do, groaning as she milks you dry. After a quick breakfast—her in nothing but an apron, teasing you with flashes of her curvy ass—you bend her over the kitchen counter, fucking her hard while she grips the edge, moaning your name. "Harder, babe! Make me your slut all day!"
By noon, you're in the shower, her soapy tits pressed against you as she jerks you off, then drops to her knees for another blowjob, water cascading over her busty frame. "Cum on my face again," she says, and you paint her lips and chin, watching her lick it off with a grin.
The afternoon's a blur—doggy style on the couch, her thick thighs spread wide as you pound her, then missionary on the floor, her legs over your shoulders. "You love this pussy, don't you?" she pants, her folds glistening as you tease her clit between thrusts. "It's all yours." You lose count of how many times you cum, but she's insatiable, always ready for more, her curvy body your playground.
By evening, you're both spent, sprawled on the bed. She's cuddled against you, her big tits pressed to your side, one hand lazily stroking your softened cock. "Feel better now?" she asks, kissing your cheek. 'No stress left, right?"
You nod, pulling her closer. "You're fucking amazing, Chae. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She smiles, her eyes soft. "You don't have to find out. I'm here, always. Ready to fuck you silly or just hold you when you need it." She kisses you deeply, her tongue slow and sweet. "Today was perfect. Let's do it again tomorrow."
You laugh, already feeling lighter than you have in weeks. Chaeyeon's your everything—your lover, your escape, your home. The day ends with her in your arms, the stress long gone, replaced by her warmth and love.
