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The Masterlist of the Stars
word count rounds down. Constellation (/ˌkɒnstɪˈleɪʃn/) - a group of stars forming a recognizable pattern that is traditionally named after its apparent form. May time freeze into complete stillness at your presence. Cosmos Obscured; So cross the rails, last and cast your gaze upon your feet.
The Cluster
Constellations: Horologium – The Pendulum Clock, Pyxis – The Compass, Orion the Hunter
For those stars who wish to indulge
30 Minute Kidnap (Chaewon, 3k words)
Virtual Imprisonment (ARTMS, 4k words)
Overkill (Jo Yuri, 3k words)
its her (but i wish it was you) (Hyunjin, 4k words)
I may hate you but... (Hyeju, 4k words)
Loving Night (Haseul, 2k words)
All Over (Her Body) (Choerry, 4k words)
The Moon and The Abandoner (LOONA, 5k words)
Thirteens a Party (LOONA, 6k words)
sui generis (Choerry, 4k words)
Poll Constructed: Lost Bet (Gaeul, 3k words)
The Wingwoman (your wingwoman) (Gaeul, 5k words)
the succubus who is utterly helpless (Jiyeon, 3k words)
I Didn't Get Attached... Fuck! (Gowon, 6k words)
Analytics and 'Anal'ytics (Yena, 6k words)
The Cosmos
Constellation: Pictor - Painter's Easel
for those stars who wish to see a focus on a key area
Kinktober 2025
Requestuary 2026
The Milkyway
Constellation: Aquila - The Eagle
for those stars who wish to bind themselves to their peers
The Collective
its her (but i wish it was you) (Hyunjin, 4k words)
I may hate you, but... (Hyeju, 4k words)
All Over (her body) (Choerry, 4k words)
sui generis (Choerry, 4k words)
The Tempest
A spark, send a thought you have and they can end up bound with the others
Lightning Round 1 (LOONA)
Lightning Round 2 (LOONA) Extended Imagining
Lightning Round 3 (Various Groups)
Lightning Round 4 (LOONA, IVE)
Lightning Round 5 (LOONA)
A Slay & A Rei
Rei x Male Reader (smut, 1.6k words)
I'm not going to warn you. The first line should be enough to know what you are getting into.
Rei's pussy is a spire the way you slay it, your cock is a spire the way she
slays it. You could call it Slay The Spire 2…
But let's back up, there was a bit more before that.
The night started simply, Liz told you to BEGONE! So you went over to your best friend's house. You knocked on her door, she was half naked with her headphones on. Both excited and unexcited to see you, she dragged you in before you could think of an Escape Plan.
She pushes you to her bedroom, Lifting you up the stairs. You'd never guess what's on her computer monitor, hey at least she's on Aeonglass. She must be a Master of Strategy, where were you?
Oh yeah, the 'fucking' thing.
There wasn't any Prep Time. "You interrupted my gaming, so you will be my game." She groans, pushing you onto her comfy bed– adorned with all the Slay The Spire makeship plushies money could buy, "Understood?"
"Yes, Rei."
"It's the Reigent to you."
You are so not calling her that, she's quick to Expose her lower half in one go. Pattering over as she climbed over your face. More accurately you are Crushed Under the weight of Rei's pussy on your mouth, but that's more a blessing than a curse. You greet her instantly, letting her ride your tongue. There's No Escape from the pace she sets, fast and hard as all of her taste hits you.
"Know Thy Place!" She moans, rolling her hips, holding on to the headboard and using you for her pleasure. You aren't above showing Greed, drinking up all of her, feasting on her cunt more than just what was allowed. Perhaps that is what this is, an endless Folly.
But if this is your Folly, may you toil eternally.
You moan, she moans, the soundtrack of her game is the backdrop for all of these sounds. "Fuck! Mm, that's a good interruption, pretty glad you are here, fuck." Rei Monologues, while you Prolong your actions. Oxygen is irrelevant right now.
Though evidently, sexual action with Rei is just like the game, being turn based. Now its your turn, an Energy Surge empowers you to push her off your face. She falls into her mattress and you are Unrelenting, grabbing her thick thighs and pulling close.
She trembles as your tongue is back up against her, this time though its fully in your control. Through sheer True Grit you devour her, it's erotic, filthy and disrespectful. Her wetness gets smeared all over your lips, the corners of your mouth. If you are her game and the win-condition is an orgasm.
You will Make It So.
"Mmh!" You have to keep Rei on the bed, her legs actively trying to Defy and reach Act Three. She's the best elite combat you've ever had, she's in a Haze while you keep up your combo. Rei's whining and the games truly back, two of your fingers join in. Thrusting in and out, doing some Hand Tricks. Hitting all the right spots, sucking her clit.
It's all a Well-Laid Plan, your eyes look up at her, her mouth's agape, she's so close.
"I'm, gonna, gonna cum!" That's a Victory? The orgasm has her Glowing, gushing all over your fingers and her sheets. You Wish to be in this moment forever, but the show isn't over yet. Rei recovers in a Blur, suddenly she's back up and your pants are down.
"Let me see what you are working with." She treats your cock like the Ironclad's sword, holding it firmly. Spitting on tip and rubbing it in recklessly. "Let me Stoke it a little, get you ready for what's to come."
She does just that, making out with you as her hand pumps you, both of you Huddled Together. Rei's hand is warm, really warm. It feels like the Brightest Flame. Fuck.
Rei's shamelessly sticking her tongue as deep into your mouth as you did her hole. Her spit mixes with yours (there's a lot of it.) Sloppily making out while she gets to terms with your cock. She's The Smith the way she's made you harder than a steel beam.
Her lips pull off yours and you are Dazed. "There's so much I could do, suck your cock until you shoot it down my throat. Or I could slide it in, ride it until you pass out. Maybe I could push my thighs around it, lift up and down until you helplessly spurt all over them. Decisions, Decisions."
Rei has her mind made up, truly in Demon Form as she pushes you down. "So big, so hard." You breathe heavily as your tip is brushing against her, a Tremble while Rei rubs against you, it's bliss, hell, how quickly she's got you Enthralled.
"This cock is going deep inside me, I need it so badly." With that, Rei Follows Through, slipping down and engulfing every inch of you. She's intoxicating, like taking every Elite even though you know it's a bad idea. You just lay there and take it, she bounces and you watch your cock come out wetter than it was before.
She's quick, a Bombardment of bounces, skin slapping against each other. Rei is a very adamant woman, nothing is going to stop her from riding you like the world's going to explode. Not even an Heirloom Hammer to the face.
"You are going to see stars, generate stars, whatever, fuck." Well logic was out of the window awhile ago, you are just happen to get Bury'd deep inside of Rei. She's so horny that she can't maintain rhythm, just chasing her Ascension 10. you both knew from the moment you began you were on Borrowed Time.
And now here you are, back at the beginning. Rei's the spire and you are the spire, she's delivering her attempt to finish the game by making you finish. Her turn's not over yet, being inside her raw has truly Captured your Spirit.
Sweat shines on her deliciously smooth skin, if her hands weren't forcing you into the bed you'd lick it all clean. Ravage her body like the eager slut you are. But you are always Thinking Ahead, and when she starts to slow you say nothing. Just pick her up and throw her back onto the bed. Your sex is the true roguelike experience, pick a different build (face riding, cock riding) and still go onto the same route.
How poetic.
You pounce onto her, sliding into her cunt at the same time you are on top of her. Your dick must be enchanted with Momentum the way her moans get louder with every time you push deep, targeting the right spots. "Fuck ne harder, fuck!"
You lick all the salty sweat off her skin, it turns you on so much that you throb helplessly inside of her. But this is not where the run ends, you are far too Feral. "Oh, oh my god, okay! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" You were surprised you were even able to, Overlocking your thrusts and Doubling your Energy. Everything to make Rei feel euphoric, even if you have to Scavenge the power to keep going.
"I, your cock is so good! I can't hol-" Rei gives up, cumming her brains out as you plow her through it. impressive how you don't follow, she Claw's at your back while you pound her like a Osty. You are fucking her full, the only thing left to do is…
Your orgasm Rattles you, dumping your thick load deep inside, filing her to the brim– you are truly the Conqueror to her spire, hitting the Knockup Blow instead of the Knockout Blow. The legend, another Victory? Her walls milk more of your cum out. she's bred, happy.
But, there's four acts.
Something happens, a spark, you've been fucking on video game logic and this is no different. A few minutes and you are inside Rei's tight asshole, lube was the three keys. This is the summit, you've never been here before but your memory is crystal clear.
Normally you fight a spear, this time you are the spear, spearing inside of her. The easiest way to a girl's heart is to make her cum, so it seems like you will be finishing this final act. Rei's ass cheeks Thunderclap with every thrust, it's total Havoc. It's sort of like a multiplayer card, you pound her ass like she begs and she fingers her cum filled pussy.
Teamwork.
You continue to Heavenly Drill the another orgasm out of her, another shriek and more. No matter how many times you make her cum, you never seen to get further in winning the fight. An infinite stalemate, though her juices Splash off her fingers and into the bed, which is close enough to a victory.
"Please, treat my ass however you want! Fuck, keep going!" The entire street hears it, a Countdown is active. You can only go for so long, a final Spur to make sure this orgasm is The Bomb. "More, please, please, please, I Am Invincible I can take it!"
Helix, Heavenly, what does it matter? You are drilling her, time is drawing to an end. You are Doomed, flooding her asshole with a load of it's own, that's the true Victory. Rei completely dripping, both your cum and her sheer arousal. Converged into one.
It's complete Mind Rot when you pull out, watching it flow out all into a pile, your body is Withering. This run might be over. But you and Rei can definitely do another some other time.
"That was really… really good. You are my new fuck toy, got it?"
"…" Oh, have you been Silent this entire time?
Stop Thinking About Your Nail
ex-LOONA Yves x Male Reader ft. Chuu Tags: au, smut, crack, cunnilingus, blowjob, armpits, rimming, brainrot 9.2k words
First posted on Fanprose
A/N: This is my first ever smut, so it's dogshit. I do realize it's not even hot anymore, this is just a stupid, jumbled mess of my horniness and random references. Also, english pretty hard. Lots of repeated words, but I tried.
Yves nailed you, so you nail her.
“Can you like… stay fucking still??” She hissed as she firmly squeezed your wrist, holding it right above her palm.
She was hunched over your hand. Her face was obstructed by locks of her bob, so close to your fingers you could feel the soft warmth of her breath coursing through them. Her gaze was fixed on your nails while she drew perfect, deliberate strokes on them.
She was doing nail art, on your nails. Not that it hurt your masculinity or anything—in fact, you had always liked how she did her nails. It was just that it was the first time she’d asked you to be her “guinea pig” for her designs. Well, “asked” was putting it too nicely. She had practically kidnapped you out of your 67th play through of Baldur’s Gate III. Though, for someone who ran a nail art shop—a side hustle, as she’d always corrected you—it was ridiculous that somehow she had run out of practice tips.
“You know you have your own nails, right?” you said, earning yourself another squeeze, her sharp nails now digging into your wrist. Heh, fortunate you were masochistic enough for the pain. Hell, the wincing from your bitten lower lip could’ve been mistaken for a moan had she not been so focused on drawing the final stroke.
“I hope you stub your toes, actually” she said, rolling her eyes as she applied the final coatings. “I told you I ran out of rounded tips. I’ve done my nails already, and you just happened to have… neatly clipped nails, ‘kay?”
“You could always ask Jiwoo to come over,” you shrugged.
“And let you ogle at my girlfriend again? No thank you, perv.” She scoffed, doing a final check, admiring her brand new design.
She carefully brought both of your hands into the UV machine. “And as much as I wanna nail my girlfriend,” she looked up expectantly before turning on the machine, checking to see if you’d misinterpreted her words. And of course, you were putting on the most annoying grin ever. “Her nails are usually long. Not only that, she’s also currently away.” The UV light cast upon your fingers as she pressed the power button. “And this is a practice anyway. Soo… I don’t wanna mess up her nails, if I were to mess up.”
“So if you mess me up, that is okay?”
She crossed her arms on the desk, grinning so smugly it was so obvious to her “Why else would I drag you here, bozo?”
“To… ogle at your girlfriend’s girlfriend?” you said, so lightly you started to wonder how come she hadn’t kicked you out yet for being so down bad for her for the longest time.
“Ha, ha. Don’t even need to drag you along with me when you’re fucking ogling me all the time.” She rolled her eyes distastefully, yet somehow endearingly. “You’re lucky you somehow happened to be my bestest friend—”
“With benefits?”
“—of high quality nail art, that is.” she said, putting on a mocking smile, flexing her nails centimeters away from your face.
“Unfortunately…” Your gaze shifted from her decorated nails to her obstructed face across her fingers. “They are really, really cool though. You know I love them all.”
“See? You can be somewhat nice.” She threw her hands up as she leaned back on her chair, quite taken aback by your genuine compliment. “Is it really so hard to appreciate your home girl’s work, instead of her body all the time?”
“Can’t help it,” you shrugged innocently, as if it was normal to begin with. You were lucky indeed she was also weird like that. “So… how long does this usually take?” You looked back at your illuminated fingers under the violet light.
“Couple minutes tops.” she says dismissively, opening her phone to check on her girlfriend.
“You’re taking my sweet sweet time from finishing the game, y’know?”
“Sweet time my ass, you’re still in Act 1, save scumming tryna steal Voss’ Sword for HOURS! IT’S YOUR 67th PLAYTHROU-” She cut her own words off to catch a minuscule movement of your hands. She dropped her phone and immediately halted your hands before you could even attempt to pull them out.
Oh, how she knew you very, very dearly.
“Nooo you are NOT doing the 67 HAND THINGY, KEEP YOUR HANDS IN!! HOW OLD ARE YOU??”
“Old enough… according to Miss JiU next door.” you grinned ever so smugly with such confidence, name-dropping the MILF next door the two of you had been thirsting over ever since moving in.
“She is such a MILF isn’t she… yeah….” Her mind instantly got distracted, wandering off to the resident MILF. Then, it dawned on her. She shook off the thoughts to fully process what you’d just said. “W-wait… YOU’RE FLIRTING WITH HER?”
“Jealous much?”
“Nah, with that behavior of yours? Highly unbelievable actually.” She leaned forward mockingly, her arms crossed on the desk.
“AckSHualLy ☝️🤓… I’m only like this when I’m with you, bestie <3” you winked.
“Okay, gross.” She cringed. “Sweet, but gross.”
“I have always been sweet, what is you talm bout.”
“You have been, weirdly, INAPPROPRIATELY sweet—even for your standards, which are in hell. If I were dense, I wouldn’t have noticed the pattern that you want something.” She said, her eyes suspiciously narrowing.
“I suppose I am deserving of a small form of gratitude for being your… object of interest today, my Lady.”
“Disinterest, actu-” she shot her eyes out before you could even air out another AckSHualLy. She sighed. “But fine, whaddya want, my… Unbecoming Lord?”
“Let’s just say I happened to have uhh… other rounded tip you can practice on too. Would that be of your interest as well, madame?”
“You’re saying you want me to prick your dick with the brush, 2 kids 1 sandbox style??” That was a deep cut, literally.
“YOU’RE OOLLLD”
“SO ARE YOU!!! So keep your dick to yourself… eugh.” Her eyes drifted back to her phone as it was vibrating.
Jiwoo sent a video.
She stood up, moving from her chair to her bed just behind it, sitting on the edge.
The play button still unpressed—she didn’t even need to. She could tell it was a spicy one just by looking at the blurred thumbnail, filled with colors akin to Jiwoo’s skin tone.
This has gotta be the worst timing ever, she thought. But truly, she blamed herself. She couldn’t possibly be mad at her girlfriend for sending a spicy video, nor could she blame the timing, for she had been so fucking horny for the past week since Jiwoo left for a work trip.
She glanced at you. Then back to her phone.
You again, then back.
Her eyes resorted to her fingers, though with such pity. Her own fingers hadn’t been doing it for her the past few days, not to mention she currently had sharp nails on.
Then she looked up at you once again, lost in thought, probably thinking of another multi-class combo.
I’m going fucking crazy, she cursed herself. I can’t possibly be even considering this mf…
“... Unless…” her heart skipped a beat. Her body acted faster than her mind. She was desperately horny.
“Am listening…” You locked the fuk in.
“Unless you’re the very last person on earth. Then, I’d consider it.”
“CONSIDER??? Girl you’d be fucking no one but me.”
“No, I meant it when I say you’re the very last person on earth. I’d kill myself before we even—”
Fuck, she cursed. That was somewhat a nice save, but her last sentence? She’d be lying to herself knowing she was actually considering you. But time was crueler still, never sparing her, as the alarm on her phone rang, forcing her to nod at you, beckoning you to come.
“Sooyoung-ah…” You towered her, showing off the finished result to her face. “These are fucking rad.”
“I know.” She held your hands, pulling them slightly to observe the details, while you, instinctively, knelt before her lap, resting your arms on her thighs.
She grabbed her phone to take pictures of your nails, another masterpiece added to her catalog.
As she angled her phone for the final pic, she saw you through the screen.
On your knees.
Between her legs.
Your elbows positioned off her shorts, touching her bare exposed thi-
“You done?” you interrupted her tweaking, tilting your head into view of her screen.
“Y-yeah…” She shook her head, then took the final picture.
She reviewed every picture attentively. Her thumb tapped in to zoom, then swiped onto the next pic every other second. She kept swiping and swiping, even after the final pic, she didn’t keep track of how many she’d taken, and it happened.
Jiwoo’s video slid into view of her screen.
That’s it.
“Ookaayy… I’m keeping these on, by the way. Lowkirkenuinely sick af.”
I can’t hold it anymore.
“Uuuh… Sooyoung?”
I’m so sorry, Chagiya.
“I’ll… Leave it to you then… Hope it sells a fuck ton tho.”
Before you could even stand up properly, she held you down. Her grip firm on your shoulder, pinning you onto the floor.
You were preparing for the worst. You did pull your hand out from the machine once to scratch your balls when she wasn’t looking. Well, at least that’s what you’d thought, perhaps she had seen you after all, and now you were so fucked.
“S-sooyoung-ah… I-” You looked up to her.
“Shut up.”
“A man has his needs… And I needed to sc-”
“Exactly. And I have mine too.” She stared down at you.
“huH……. You have a girl dih??” Your eyebrows shot up through the roof, and you were down for whatever she had down there.
“W-what??? Well, I kinda wish,” she recoiled before taking your query thoughtfully for a second, “but no, what the fuck are you talking about??” She groaned at your stupid question. But despite that, she sighed—not at you, but at her own resignation to temptation.
You would do.
“Anyways…” she finally pressed the play button. “Jiwoo’s been away.”
Heavy breathing.
“W-what is this……”
Faint squelching.
“And my fingers not doing it as of late.”
Soft whimpers.
“So, I’m giving you this one chance...”
A sudden sharp moan.
“... Of…?” You asked.
Then came a soft feminine voice, calling out to… Sooyoung??
“To…” She hesitated, but eventually broke off her own shackles… kinda. “K-… kiss my… kitty…”
“… But, we don’t have a kit-”
“MY PUSSY GOD DAMMIT!” She yelled as she grabbed the hem of her shorts and pushed them down off her legs, together with her panties. Her movement was ragged and desperate, her legs kicking you off your balance, your elbow propping you up on the floor.
And there you had it.
For years you had been so down bad for the hottest woman you’d ever known. No visual cues, hints, or even reciprocal teasing that’d lead to anything. Somehow life was worth living again, as now Ha Sooyoung, your lifelong hot best friend, had her kitty out in the open, mere centimeters away from your senses.
“Oh… THAT kitty….”
“Yes, this kitty…”
Her face was lush red, both embarrassed and horned tf out. She gathered all her courage, and with a groan, she said. “Let’s just say this is your reward for… whatever reason.” She scoffed. “Tch, my girlfriend just sent a video of her fingering the fuck out of her pussy, and I’ve been horny af for the past week, and I wanna touch myself but my fingers not cutting it anymore.” She sighed. “Look, just fucking eat me while I watch my girlfriend finger herself.”
All your down bad comments towards her, your teasing—all of them just gone. Nothing in your life could’ve prepared you for all that. You tried to process the series of words she’d just said, especially the last one. She was asking you to eat her out, WHILE she watched her girlfriend screw herself??? You didn’t even know if you were being a cuck or if Sooyoung was just being sinfully unfaithful—maybe even both. But none of that mattered anymore when you were rock hard, mouth agape, still fixated on her pussy with Jiwoo’s moaning in the background.
You gently wrapped your arms around her thighs from below, you were so close to her pussy you could breathe in her musk doing you like crack. It was dripping, through the tendrils of her well-kept bush. Not that it bothered you—somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice definitely yours said Even better. The hem of her black tank top rode up, your eyes tracked the soft thin happy trail up to her exposed navel, then eventually you met her flushed gaze from above. You could never be happier in life, being put in place by your hot lesbian home girl.
“Y-you sure about this…?”
Her left hand ran through your hair, grasping what she could palm. You could feel her desperation in her nails poking your scalp, while the other held the moaning device for her to watch.
“Just fucking eat me, bozo.”
And so you did, unleash the beast.
You kissed her kitty—though not the way you’d kiss a real kitty, obviously. You ate her like you hadn’t eaten for weeks. You ran your tongue in laps and laps all over her pussy as if cleaning her girl juice off, replacing it with your own saliva. She tasted nothing like the countless 2AM sessions in your head (and hand). She tasted miles better, intoxicating as you breathed her in, the folds and crevices felt like they’d been perfectly sculpted for your tongue to slip into.
But that was putting your hunger too nicely.
It was more like you were in a biology exam with a blindfold on, mapping out her pussy with your tongue and trying to answer what part, what flesh or folds of her pussy it was. But the best part was, you didn’t know shit about biology.
You swirled around her clit, then sucked it with such suction you were basically slurping on it. Congratulations—you earned yourself a guttural moan from her. She started slow, but eventually rode your face, finding the right answer—which you weren’t going to spit out to begin with.
“F-fuck… Chagiya…” She moaned, her eyes totally fixated on Jiwoo’s sticky fingers pumping into her pussy.
Well, that wasn’t your name, but it was now. You were standing in for a lesbian with supple tits and the most God-sent DSL apparently. Was it cuck-ish? Kinda. You’d argue Jiwoo was the cuck, considering you were the one eating Sooyoung. But that was beside the point, and the point being how Sooyoung wasn’t even complaining or bullying you for your tongue game. Knowing her, she would’ve bullied you for the most nothing-burger reason ever, and honestly, she might’ve been for the past few minutes. But you wouldn’t have heard it anyway, all you could still hear were both of them moaning, though faintly, due to her plush thighs suffocating you from both sides. You could feel all the pressure of her grasping hand from above, all around your head, wrapped between her legs.
She’s fucking enjoying this, you patted your ego in the back.
Your tongue game matched that of a lesbian eating a pussy. Your ego blasted off the roof, you’d successfully masked yourself as Jiwoo, with a rock-hard cock down under, that is.
Jiwoo with a cock.
Jiwoo with a cock? Jiwoock??
That didn’t sound bad at all, actually. But you were Jiwoo now—did that count as self-cest? You’d been given a chance to be in heaven—that was, Ha Sooyoung’s pussy—and you were still thinking of another girl with a cock. By Merlin’s beard, you were greedy.
You grew bolder as your left hand slithered up, roaming on her flat tummy, which you’d cummed on multiple times in your dreams. Meanwhile, your right hand was in the rightest place of all, slipping under her tank top to join forces with her own hand groping her tits.
“You’re not allowed to be this— Aah…!” You squeezed her nipple. “F-fucking go~od!” She finally referred to you for the first time in minutes. Not Jiwoo, you. Thank God it wasn’t self-cest after all.
She looked ungodly above you. Darker spots of moisture started wetting her top. She was still holding up her phone, her arm pinned high, perfectly exposing a small, tantalizing opening of her right armpit to your view from below. Your eyes greedily tracked down all beads of sweat trickling down from her flushed forehead and neck, pooling right at the delicate, sensitive hollow at the base of her arm. She is swelteringly sweating. It was so damp you could literally see small reflection from the room lighting gleaming off her slick skin.
The intoxicating musk of her raw sweat mixed with her arousal sending a feral jolt straight to your broin—brain and groin. A thick bead of sweat trailed down the soft crease, soaking the trim of her tank top’s armhole. Your mouth practically watered along with her wetness, down dripping on the floor. You stared at the glistening textured folds of the hollow, a degenerate, desperate, pathetic thought crossed your mind.
Maybe, if you ate her out hard enough, she would actually indulge your sickly, filthy fantasy on her.
So you nuzzled her clit as you buried your face deeper. But not as deep as your tongue, working inside her pussy so hard she crossed her calves behind your neck, locking and pulling you deeper in her pussy. Suddenly, death by suffocation didn’t sound bad at all.
Though as much as Sooyoung loved getting fucked by your… no, Jiwoo’s? Nah, it was your tongue—she needed something more. Something that could reach deeper, something more rigid. And she could only think of your digits, for now.
So her wish was your command.
You trailed your left hand down to her mound, stopping right on her clit. You’d dreamed about this. Numerous times you had sacrificed enough sleepless nights jacking off while writing about rubbing one out for Ha Sooyoung. But somehow your fingers worked her clit with way too much care in contrast to the beast, that was your tongue. They were stiff, careful, and definitely not sensual at all. So you switched up the strategy.
You were now back to sucking her clit while your fingers down there hesitantly rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed. You knew how to finger a woman—you had seen videos, read fan fics, and pretty sure this wasn’t your first rodeo with a woman. You were being awkward af.
Then, it hit you. You still got your nails on. You really didn’t want to ruin it, you actually liked her design and genuinely appreciate the art. You really wished you had Mage Hand right now, on second thought that’d actually be so hot. But again, that was beside the point, you had a better question. Is it even safe…?
Sooyoung noticed, of course she did.
“The fuck… Are you doing…?” She said, in the middle of her panting.
You pull off your tongue out of her pussy, your lips smothered by her girl juice. “It’s… Been a while, y’know?” You reasoned weakly.
“No shit. Somehow your foul mouth works better in my pussy than your neat fingers.” Backhanded as it was, you took half the compliment to your ego. “You never touched a woman before??”
“I have-!”
“Eaten a woman? Yeah, I can tell. But your finger game lacking so bad omg you’re ruining the mood!” She yelled, her brows furrowed as she glared at you intensely from above, and of course your ass only got hornier seeing her angry like this.
“I-… I don’t wanna mess up my nails, okay!?”
You could see a faint blush on her cheeks. Despite her blazing arousal, she was genuinely flattered that you actually cared that much about her work.
“I-it won’t mess ‘em up!” she argued, reaching down to grab your wrist.
“Is it even safe???” you hesitated. As much as you wanted to ruin her, you didn’t want to actually make her sick or anything.
“YES!”
“How would you know?”
“… Grok.”
“I’m leaving.”
“I’m fucking kidding!” She let out an exasperated laugh, her nails digging firmly into your wrist. “I’m a nail artist, dumb ass! I WOULD KNOW.”
She let her phone slip from her grasp, tumbling onto the messy sheets to her right, though you could still hear Jiwoo’s soft moaning hands free. She twisted your freshly painted digits, angling it directly against her soaking entrance.
“So, shut up,”
She didn’t even give you a chance to argue. With a firm, determined pull of your arm, she forcefully thrust two of your fingers deep inside herself.
“And stop thinking about your nails.”
So you did.
At this point, you were sure your pre-cum was already wetting your boxers just from the extremely lewd, shattered moan ripped from her throat the second your fingers cave in. But alas, you let go of your restraint completely. Fuck your nail, literally. You curled your fingers and drove them deep into her core. She could feel the smooth, cold surface of your freshly cured nails rushing along the slick of her soaking walls. You fell into a ruthless rhythm, thrusting and curling your knuckles upward against her sweet spot relentlessly like it was a button mashing Quick Time Event, all while your tongue kept its starving, aggressive assault on her swollen clit.
“F-fuck! God, y/n!” Sooyoung shrieked, her back arching off the mattress, she was seeing stars.
At last, she succumbed to you. She lost it the moment she found it fucking hot seeing you under her mercy like a dog. She had completely forgotten about who she was fantasizing on her knees. The last remaining remnant of Jiwoo was the moaning on her phone she’d discarded next to her face. It was a man, only you, her perverted gooner best friend between her thighs giving her the best oral she had ever gotten.
Her hips bucking against your fingers while she threw both her hands up, grasping the sheets above her head. She was basically presenting herself to you. With a loud slurp on her clit, you started trailing wet kisses up her happy trail, tasting the sweat up pass her navel, to the hem of her tank top just below her tits. Her small under boobs peaked just enough to get you riled up even more. With your free hand you took her top off.
You had seen her braless in a thin see through shirt before, you swore if someone were to ask where exactly her nipples are placed, you’d know it by heart. But seeing her fully topless like this was just a whole another level. You squeezed it with your free hand, earning another italic moan from her. Sure, she wasn’t as well endowed as your ex Hyeju. But you couldn’t care less.
Tits are tits, and man’s gotta eat.
Your tongue hit first, swish and flicking around her light brown nipple. With a firm squeeze of your hand, you sucked on it hard you were practically milking the fuck out of her.
“Harder!” She arched her back, catching your mouth.
“Which one?” You asked as you lightly grazed her nipple with your teeth, slightly biting on it.
“HnnGHh~ FUCK!” She howled. “Both, fucker.”
“Say less.” You upped your fingers tempo, more ragged and messy, while your mouth switch between her tits sloppily, covering them with your saliva.
Then it was time.
Your free hand pinned hers above as you dragged your tongue from her left tit, upwards, not to her neck nor collarbone, but the sensitive, glistening armpit. Your tongue glided along the axis, lapping all the sweat pooled at the now fully exposed hollow.
Sooyoung flinched, a sharp gasp ripping from her throat.
“Wait—what the fuck??” she shrieked, her body squirming against your hold. She looked down at you lavishing her armpit, her face burning, humiliated red. “EW, Y/N, STOP! That’s mmngHh~ disgusting! I haven’t showered all fucking day!”
She tried to twist her arm away from your pinning, glaring at you with a mix of genuine disgust and a newfound arousal. “You’re a fucking FREAK oh my G~od!”
But you paid her no mind, her protests fading into the background beneath the deafening, wet slurping of your own depravity. You definitely rolled a NAT 20 today. You had always secretly loved how she smelled every morning you passed by her at the kitchen counter. Since it was a lazy holiday afternoon after all, meaning she had no plans, home all day, there was absolutely no need for her to put on any deodorants or perfume. So the Unwashed status effect multiplied to her natural pheromones, and having her arm pinned securely above her head gave her an automatic Disadvantage on all Strength saving throws. And it left you with a 100% guaranteed hit chance to feast upon the raw, unfiltered, intoxicating musk that was uniquely her.
So you took full advantage of her debuff completely. You nuzzled your nose into the damp skin as you dragged your wet tongue deeper into her sensitive hollow, meticulously mapping out the topography of her underarm like a starved explorer. You could literally feel the delicate texture as your tongue pushing ruthlessly into every tiny, slick crevice and fold, slurping obscenely, savoring the sharp, salty tang of the raw moisture straight out of her pores.
Her disgusted remarks now fractured into breathy, needy whine. Her pinned arm went limp, fingers twitching helplessly on the mattress. She couldn’t help but get aroused by your weird kink.
“F-fuck… You’re so gross.” She whimpered, her voice cracking.
Contrast to her own insult, her free arm suddenly flew, wrapping tightly around the back of your head. Her fingers tangled deeply into your hair, nails pricking your scalp, forcefully shoving you deeper into the damp hollow, smothering you in her raw musk, all while her hips subconsciously bucked harder against your fingers still relentlessly plowing her soaking core.
“Oh my God…” She sobbed out. “Don’t stop.”
She was finally close. You could feel the tension in her thighs, her walls inside tightening, trapping your fingers like that one scene in A New Hope as she desperately chased her climax.
You were both entirely preoccupied, blissfully lost in the filthy, undeniable sin you were committing on this God-forsaken mattress. But you felt something missing from all of this.
You consented to this, she definitely consented to this.
Then it dawned on you. You asked yourself, isn’t there somebody you forgot to ask?
“I don’t!” Time said, ever so cruel.
The screen of her phone lit up brightly, cutting off the spicy video that was somehow still looping after what it felt like 30 minutes, with a deafening, obnoxious ringtone.
“Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!“
You froze.
You heard it right, you couldn’t possibly mistake it. It wasn’t the generic default ringtone of any normal device. It wasn’t as if the writer didn’t know how phones ring—they definitely knew exactly what a default iOS or Android ringtone sounded like.
No, this was definitely a targeted assault on the reader. The writer had specifically chosen to ruin it with the 2013 viral electronic dance hit “What Does the Fox Say” by Ylvis.
“Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!“ the phone blasted at max volume from the messy sheets, obliterating the filthy tension between the two of you.
Incoming Call: Jiwoo
“SHIT!” Sooyoung hissed.
With sheer panic, she violently shoved you off your balance. You tumbled backward off the mattress, hitting the floor with a hard thud, bruising your elbows.
“What the fu—”
“SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up.” she frantically shush-ed you. She scrambled to sit upright, cleared her hoarse throat, and accepted Jiwoo’s call on loud speaker.
“H-heeyy… Chagiya!” Sooyoung answered, her voice was an octave higher than usual.
“Heyy… Are you… Okaay?” Jiwoo’s sweet, concerned voice echoed through the now quiet room. “I was just… Worried. I sent you the video like half an hour ago and you haven’t replied since. Was it a bad time…? I’m so so—”
“NO!” Sooyoung even startled herself. She cleared her throat again. “I mean, yeah! I saw it! It was… Great!” She stammered. Her pants ragged, chest still heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing. “There is… Absolutely nothing wrong. I was just… Busy!”
There was something so hot the way she referred to both your uncouth shenanigans as busy.
Heh, busy? I’ll show you busy
A mischievous, wicked grin stretched across your face. You got back on your knees, moving right back between her dangling legs off the edge of the bed. Sooyoung’s eyes widened in horror as she realized exactly what you were about to do. She glared down at you, silently mouthing “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Despite her glaring, her legs didn’t show any sign of restraint or fight as you spread it wide open once again. You leaned in and aggressively buried your face right back to where it belonged, Ha Sooyoung’s soaking, edging core.
Sooyoung jolted, her spine snapping straight. Her free hand flew up, slapping it over her mouth to hold her squealing. But of course, that wasn’t enough to contain the pleasure in from her phone.
“Chagiya…?” Jiwoo’s concerned voice now had a slight suspiciously teasing tone to it. “Are you… Out of brea—”
“NO!” Sooyoung forced out an answer through her gritting teeth. Her knuckles gripping the phone turned white as you swirled your tongue mercilessly, slurping her dripping folds. “I just… Dropped something!”
There was a moment of silence on Jiwoo’s end of the line. Then, a soft, incredibly sweet giggle echoed from her line.
“Chagiya… Are you…? Are you touching yourself to my video right now??” Jiwoo teased, her tone completely shifted playfully.
Sooyoung was in absolute chaos. She was terrified of getting caught, but the sheer thrill of her girlfriend unknowingly listening to her get eaten out by her bestie was too much for her to handle. She wanted to deny it, push you away and end whatever the fuck this was. But her body betrayed her completely, and so did her mind, consumed by the unfaithful arousal.
“… Perchance…”
“Oh my God!” You could hear Jiwoo’s laughing echoed through the room. “But it was only like one half a minute video! Were you looping it? You’ve been gooning to me this whole time?”
“Yeah… You, only you!” Oh how fired up you were listening to Sooyoung’s lies.
“You wanna kiss my kitty so bad hmm? Want me to kiss yours too?” Jiwoo teased, which Sooyoung could only give an agreeing moan as an answer. Ah, so this where the kitty kissing came from, you thought.
The absolute, catastrophic irony of the situation messed up your already messed up broin. You were eating the fuck out of Sooyoung’s pussy, while Jiwoo gave gooning instruction to her … And you? At this point, it worked both ways for Sooyoung and you. Of course, you wanted in too like yeah you wanna kiss Jiwoo’s kitty too. Now you and Sooyoung both were gooning to Jiwoo. This is so weird and fucking hot, you both thought respectively.
“So I was interrupting your gooning! Were you close, Chagiya?” God, Jiwoo’s cute giggle was so out of place yet her husky tone right now was so right.
“Mhmm…” Sooyoung whimpered, her fingers messing up your hair as your tongue relentlessly lapped her folds.
“Then tell me.” Jiwoo’s voice grew even huskier. “Tell me what you would have me do, if I was right, there. On the bed. With you. Tell me, Chagiya…”
You could see the massive lump going down Sooyoung’s throat. She turned her eyes to you as you greedily slurped her core. Unfortunately fortunate, she was just as fucked up as you. A wicked, fucked up idea sparked into life within her.
She didn’t even have to use her imagination, when she had you on her kitty.
“I’d want you… to spread my thighs,” she breathed heavily into the phone, live reporting your exact movements, word for word. “I want your face buried in my pussy… Swirling your tongue right on my clit… Sucking on it so ha~ard I can’t eve- Aah! Breathe!”
“Hmmm yeah… What else?” Jiwoo urged for more, her own breath hitching.
You smirked against Sooyoung’s wetness. You were more than happy to put on a live… Show? Podcast? Smut audio book for Jiwoo? Hell, whatever this was, you were nailing your role. But a stagnant, repetitive narration would only bore the audience. You had to be creative, feed more narration into Sooyoung, keep the audience entertained, you had to be the star.
So you flip the script.
You pulled your face off of her dripping slit and with firm grips under her thighs, you lifted her legs upward, exposing an entirely new different map. Sooyoung’s brows furrowed in confusion, she was positioned as if she was trying to give birth to electro pop.
And before she could even ask, you dragged down your soaked tongue from her pussy, then pressed it firmly onto the concave surface of her musky tight, puckered rim that was her asshole.
Sooyoung violently jolted you could feel her entire body shudder. “HNGH— FUUUUCKKK!” she shrieked, the unfiltered, no audio gate, soul-leaving-the-body kind of shriek. Her free hand flew up, grasping the sheets hard. Nothing in her life could’ve prepared her for an ass eating, they didn’t teach her about this in school. Her face burned aflame, mortified as you stared right back beneath her. She really didn’t want to narrate this newfound arousal, but she had to. She had to commit to the bit.
“I… I want...” She took the sheet to cover up her burning face as she shamefully confessed. “I want you to go lower…”
“L-lower…?”
“Yeah…” She whimpered, her hips bucking deliberately as you pushed the tip of your tongue into her tight pucker. “I want you to lick my ass…”
Another brief silence on the other end of the line. You could imagine Jiwoo’s stun locked face by Sooyoung’s confession.
“Wai-… Wha-… Really??” Jiwoo squeaked, Sooyoung’s confession completely rendered her off guard. “You… You want me to rim you…? Well, I… I never done it but… Since when are you into that?!”
“N-now??”
“I… I don’t know what to say!” She let out breathless laugh. “I mean, I would do it if you want to, Chagiya~” Her tone shifted back into that husky whisper.
That was it. That was your entry for Best Directing at the Academy Awards.
Jiwoo’s green light was basically a “Yes I will, in fact, eat ass.” for you, it was now lore accurate. With another swish and flick of your tongue, and her lower back literally levitating off the mattress, giving you unrestricted access to lap and scoop all the tangy, bitter sweat and musk. Professor Flitwick would be proud of you.
You flattened your tongue, made it rigid, and deliberately, you forcefully thrust the tip straight pass her puckered ring. It was incredibly, very, very tight. But Thank God your tongue was already warmed up and practically ripped the fuck up from the earlier biology exam. So you pushed through as hard as you possibly, physically could, essentially tongue fucking her dirty hole in a wet, filthy rhythm.
But then, you decided that the layer of filth was not enough for the climax.
So you added another.
While your tongue was busy violating her asshole, you brought your old friends, brother and sister finger, right back into the frame. You drove them straight back into her core, thrusting upward, pumping them against her sweet spot while perfectly in sync with the brutal movement of your tongue.
“Ch-chagiya—!” Sooyoung sobbed, she couldn’t even stand a chance, the double stimulation on both her holes rendered her overwhelmingly devastated. Her phone slipped and tumbled onto the mattress again as she grabbed fistfuls of your hair. “I’m— FUCK!”
Her spine arched so high and her trembling thighs clamped down aggressively, suffocating you in the splash zone.
Then, the dam finally broke.
She upcast Climax with a level 6 spell slot, her core convulsing as she flooded your hand with her release. She came so fucking hard that her spasming inside crushed your fingers, forcing them to slip out with a wet pop, drenching your face with her sweet, sticky girl juice.
“D-did you just… I never heard you cum that hard…” Jiwoo’s voice stunned from the discarded phone. “Maybe I should eat your ass when I go back home…”
“You… Should, Chagiya… T-thanks?” Sooyoung said out of breath, still coming down from her high.
“Anything for my baby apple <3 We’ll try it out next week~”
The call finally ended.
After you licked her sensitive pussy clean, you crawled over her on all fours. You both stared each other, flushed and exhausted. You licked your lips, wiping the last remaining of her cum as you put that smug grin back on your face.
“You’re… You’re fucking crazy…” She panted.
“You’re crazy too.”
“Armpits?? Really…??”
“Yeah… Really.”
“That was…” All of a sudden, she felt conscious of her armpit still sticky from your saliva earlier. “Fuck… I also can’t believe you ate my ass while— Tch, JIWOO WAS ON THE CALL!”
“And you fucking loved it.”
“Th-… That’s beside the point!” She blushed, she couldn’t deny how hot it was for her too. “Not a fucking word to her, you hear me??” She grabbed a fistful of your shirt.
Then, she felt her wetness in her palm, she had forgotten how hard she came, she didn’t realize she soaked your shirt. Her eyes then trailed down your whole body and stopped at the protruding relief on your pants, you were still completely clothed and hard. She scoffed, looking away from your face above. Then, with a deep sigh, she finally gave in.
With all the strength she had left, she shoved you to the side. The room lighting cast over her from above, she set the scene so fucking good as she was now on top of you, you could still see the glistening sweat, your drying saliva and her cum on her backlit body.
“I suppose… You deserve a reward.” Her hands scrambled to unbutton your pants.
“I thought that earlier was the reward?”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to go full on glizzy overdrive??” She let go the hem of your pants. “Fine.” She said dismissively.
“WAIT!” You instantly grabbed her before she could get off of you. “Hehe, please commence glizzy overdrive.”
She rolled her eyes as she got off the bed, getting on her knees and with a firm pull, she took off your pants and boxer altogether.
For the first time, she finally took witness of your cock, standing proud, towering her flushed face. She was expecting it to be disgusting, or ugly given to her preference. But the sheer size of your cock rendered her into a loading state you could see the clogs working in her mind, calculating the size of it compared to her face.
“Holy fuck…?” she said in awe.
“Nothing we done this afternoon has been hol-.”
“You’re fucking huge!” she cut you, her face shocked, with a spice of concern of her well-being as images of your cock if it were to get inside of her flooded her mind.
“Aw, you don’t have to sa-”
“NO LIKE… You’re HUGE huge…!” She reiterated, bringing her arm into frame. “It’s almost as big as my arm!!”
She hesitated, her expression was a mix of disgust and curiosity. But eventually, she reached for your cock. Her touch was hesitant, nails grazing along your length. She then tried wrapping her fingers but her index couldn’t even meet her thumb around the diameter. It felt painfully hard, like literally, you were holding it in for what it felt like a whole day. And considering the sun setting by the window, you were probably right.
“I literally can’t wrap my hand around it.” She said dumbfounded.
You sit up straight, and your dream came true.
Ha Sooyoung on her knees, holding your hard wet cock, ready to suck the life out of you.
You admired the ungodly sight for a tad bit too long, you were woken up by her squeeze on your shaft.
“Eugh… Just so you know, I never done this, obviously.” She started stroking half of your length with such distaste. “Is this fine?”
“Hmmnggh… A bit faster…” You moaned.
So she tried, her best at least.
As much as you want to bully her for her stroking game, you really, really needed this. This was literally the dream, you wouldn’t want her to leave you blue balled just because you were teasing her all the time. Though, eventually she caught onto a steady rhythm, her small hand pumping your length with just enough pressure, and surprisingly good grip. You threw your head back with a groan.
“Fucking perv.” She sneered. “You dreamed about this, huh?”
“Yeah…” You confessed so lightly, completely shameless. “Every night.”
She scoffed at your raw confession, rolling her eyes in exaggerated annoyance. But despite her protests, she applied more agonizing pressure to her strokes, her sharp nails would lightly graze against your throbbing length every one or two pumps.
“What a freak, jerking off to your best friend…” she mocked, leaning in closer as if she was inspecting the disgusting rod she were never interested in at first.
At first.
Fuck.
She paused her pumping. Her face was mere centimeters away, and as her bare chest heaved, she breathed in the musk radiating off your cock. Something about your musk just put her in a trance as she felt the shudders running along her body.
This is fucked.
Slowly, but hesitantly, she parted her glossy lips and stuck her tongue out. She pressed her flattened tongue to the base of your shaft and dragged it in one long, agonizingly slow lick all the way up to your tip, lapping up the dripping pre-cum from your slit.
She pulled back, her eyes widened in deep regret.
Not because it was gross—well, it was still gross for her, but she actually, highkey liked how you tasted.
She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The sharp, salty tang of your hour long arousal completely turned something on within her. At this point, her cheeks were toast by how many times she had gone red. She lost the plot. She was supposed to be disgusted by your cock, but now it looks so disgustingly delicious I wanna swallow it whol— WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME.
Before she hastily wiped her lips with the back of her hand, she glared up at you with masked arousal. You were utterly, pathetically desperate for her, and God he looks so pathetic I love it, she thought.
Fuck it all.
“You’re lucky I’m your best friend, perv.” she purred, deliberately, slowly licking the remaining slick off her glossy lips as she resumed her stroking.
“Can’t help it when you walk around half-naked around the place all the time” you countered.
“Oh, so it’s my fault you’re a fucking degenerate??” She squeezed harder, her voice dark yet clearly she turned on by your candidness. “No wonder I heard someone calling my name every other night, I thought this place was haunted. It was you after all, huh? Whining my name while you stroked this stupid, fucking massive thing.”
“Fuck… Yes… Sooyoung please—”
“Please what?”
“Suck my— Agh!” you hissed as she grazed her sharp nail along your slit.
“Hm? Can’t hear you.” She teased, letting out a breathy, arrogant laugh.
“Fuck you.”
“Hmph, you wish.” She smirked, deliberately misconstrued your cursing. “Beg for i—”
“Please please pleeasseee, suck my cock, Ha Sooyoung I’M TIRED OF JACKING OFF TO YOUR PICS EVERY DAY PLEASE JUST LET ME HAVE ONE CHANCE.”
…
Dead silence.
The sheer, unadulterated weight of your pathetic preaching hung heavily in the air. Sooyoung stopped her stroking on your shaft, her eyes went wide, blinking almost comedically as she tried to process the absolute all time low of your dignity.
For a moment, you thought you pushed it too far.
That was, until her lips twitched, followed by a snort, then immediately a full-chested laugh that shook her entire system. She laughed so fucking hard she collapsed against your thigh, completely obliterating her composure for a brief moment.
“Oh… My fucking God.” she wheezed, wiping her teary eyes. “I knew you were pathetic, but I didn’t know you were THIS pathetic.”
She let out another breathless giggle, shaking her head in disbelief. Then, with a sigh, she went back to your towering erection. She scoffed in disdain, though hungry as ever.
“I mean, seriously, look at this… thing.” she mocked, squeezing the thick base firmly, making your hips bucked helplessly. “It’s ridiculous. It’s disgustingly huge, it’s way too veiny, and honestly? It’s just fucking ugly.” and I fucking love it.
You let out a pathetic whimper, not even trying to defend your pride. You loved this.
“But…” she trailed off, her voice an octave lower as she smeared your pre-cum over your tip with her thumb. “I’m only going to suck it just because you’re begging me like such a good, pathetic, little dog.” She said, dangerously close you could feel her hot breath making you throb harder.
She puckered her glossy lips and with a smack, she kissed your frenulum.
She parted her lips, her eyes staring right back at your heavy dirty soul.
“And you’re lucky I actually like you this way.”
Before the red could fill your entire face, she flattened the tip of her tongue on your frenulum, then slowly, she took your weeping head directly into her mouth. Her plush lips sealed around it, in an ever so agonizing pace, she sank down with her tongue flattened, gliding along the underside of your length. You let out a guttural groan, bliss rushing through your veins.
This was it.
You had finally reached the absolute peak of your existence.
Countless sleepless nights and pathetic, desperate fantasies…
Ha Sooyoung actually had your cock in her mouth.
However, as she started to bob on your length, a sharp sting followed.
“Aish— FUck,” you hissed, your cock twitched and tensed as her front teeth clumsily scraped against the sensitive skin of your shaft.
Despite the blazing hot dominant aura she just put on, it was a painful reminder that she was still very much a lesbian. She had absolutely zero idea how to suck a cock properly. She was rather amateur, sloppy and uncoordinated. Not that you actually minded the pain, you had established you were a pathetic, masochist when it came to her. And honestly? Her sheer, stubborn effort as she hollowed her cheeks, trying to force herself to sink down half of your length was truly commendable.
And if you were being entirely honest… You found her inexperience rather… Cute.
The way her nails grazed your skin as she pumped you at the base, her eyes teared, fluttering upward every time she pushed herself too deep. The obscene, bubbling mix of spit and pre-cum slipped out of her glossy, plush lips as she coughed and gagged around your length.
God her gagging is so lewd, you mused.
It was terribly, uniquely, endearingly her.
You had never been so painfully, euphorically happy in your entire life.
Her throat spasmed, and with a slippery sloppery schlorp, she pulled her mouth off of your cock to catch her breath.
Lumps of saliva dripped down from her lips to your tip, you could see the glistening string connected still to her lips. She coughed hard, her free hand wiping her mouth as the other remained its chokehold on your cock.
“Fuck… You’re too fucking huge!” she managed to gasp out as she glared up at you. Her bangs damp with sweat, stray hairs plastered, sticky all over her flushed forehead and temples. “God, I can barely swallow half of it without choking.”
She sighed as she finally took witness of your shiny cock coated in her spit. “This is so gross…”
“Heh, you do seem a tad bit too engrossed in it for a wuhluhwuh.” you grinned ever so smugly.
“… A what??” She blinked.
“En-gross-ed…? Get it? Because you said gross, but you seem to—”
“No, I fucking know English, dick head.”
You tensed up your cock, your head twitching in response “He begs to differ. You clearly don’t get the jo—”
“WUH-LUH-WUH!!!” she yelled exasperatedly. “Did you just try to pronounce W-L-W??”
“Yeah, isn’t that what you guys are? Lesbians?”
“YOU MEAN WOMEN LOVING WOME—”
“OOOHHH yeah, that’s what I meant.”
“I’m starting to regret doing this…” She cringed.
“NOOOO, you’re actually doing great, Sooyoung-ah hehehe~”
“Fuck, no! Don’t patronize me, I was terrible! You squirmed every time my teeth were on it, you were literally hissi—”
“What makes you think I don’t like it?”
“…” She blinked. “The fuck?” She recoiled, thoroughly confused.
“I find it particularly cute, actually,” you admitted nonchalantly, rendering her speechless.
She didn’t expect you to genuinely enjoy her terrible blowjob, even she knew she was absolute dogshit at it, yet she couldn’t help but feel lowkey flattered.
“You are so weird...” she rolled her eyes, though the corner of her lips smugly curled as she resumed her stroking. She milked the slick skin of your coated shaft, but as she did, her eyes drifted lower, completely hypnotized by the twin pendulums that were your balls, swaying beneath her hand.
She stared at them, her eyes flickering mischievously as she went down on you. You let out a muffled groan as she pressed her plush lips against them, tentatively kissing the sensitive skin of your sack.
“How much longer do I have to suck this thing before you pop?” she murmured, her tongue darted, down to scoop one of your balls into her mouth.
Your fingers instantly tangled into her bob, knuckles turning white. “Fuck… not long if you keep doing that…”
With her hand still working on your length in a steady rhythm, she finally sucked your balls. Her tongue swirled, fondling them lewdly with a filthy slurping, smacking, and popping of her lips. The wet tip of her tongue would occasionally glide dangerously low, tracing the stretched skin near your asshole, making you squirm helplessly on the mattress.
I am a wuhluhwuh, she muttered inside.
Women are soft, smell like vanilla, taste like honey. Yet there she was, eagerly slurping on a disgusting pair of sweaty, musky, dirty balls like they were Michelin fucking star. Her soaking core throbbed all over again as she tasted the degrading filth that felt like sin on her tongue.
“Fuck, Sooyoung-ah…” you breathed heavily, your hips twitching as her lips took your balls in and popped them out in tandem. “I’m so close… Like… Really fucking close.”
She pulled back with a smack, your balls glistened with her spit. “Well, you’re gonna have to help me then,” she said invitingly, her thumb deliberately smearing your pre-cum on your frenulum. “I can’t possibly do allat again by myself.”
She upped her tempo, letting out a stifled laugh. “I mean, I can’t exactly get the goat milk out all on my own.”
Your edging broin stalled for a moment. “… Goat milk?”
Her smirk quivered, her broin rotten to the core. “Yeah. If I milked you, I’d get goat milk…”
Despite her brutally quickening stroke, a snicker escaped her lips as she laughed at herself.
“’cuz you da #goat”
You snapped.
You didn’t even let her have a full-blown laugh as your hands flew to grab her head from both sides, violently tangling them into her roots. With a surge of brain-rotten adrenaline, you stood up from the mattress and forcefully impaled your throbbing cock straight into her open mouth, plunging down her throat.
Hmpphkk!
Hnghk
Gawk
Glorp (Bogos binted?)
Now that was the sound of heaven.
You pulled her head hard every time you pushed your goat in. Your pace was unforgiving and brutal. Her hands instinctively anchored to your thighs, nails digging as you mercilessly fucked the joke out of her.
But the devastating momentum of your thrusts was quickly becoming too much for the poor girl as your hips kept pushing and chasing her mouth, forcing her to tilt backward. Her hands shot back to prop herself from collapsing on her back. With her body arched, you took full advantage of it as your hand palmed the crown of her head while the other wrapped around her slender neck. Looming over her, you angled your hips and drove your heavy length downward with gravity.
Gag reflex be damned, you managed to bottom out nearly all of your length—you could literally feel your bulge plunging in and out of her neck.
Tears trailed from the corner of her eyes down to her flushed cheeks. But she didn’t even try to tap out. Her arms stood their ground, bracing hard as you fucked her throat into Oblivion so hard that it actually got remastered.
You nailed her mouth in a feral rhythm, balls slapping against her chin each time you tried to burrow even deeper into her incredibly tight throat. You could only think about how tight her ass would be if her throat was already this tight, but that was a story for another day. Perhaps. It was time to end this fuck-ass fic, the writer thought. So, eventually, you felt it coming.
“Fuck!” you roared, shudders running all over your body. “Take it all!”
You locked her in place, and with a one-hundred horse power thrust—maybe a hundred and twenty four—you bottomed out like a dragoon and blew your load.
Torrents of your release erupted straight down her esophagus. Suffocated by the sheer volume of your cum, you could feel the peristaltic spasms of her throat violently milking the goat. She tried to swallow it all, but you kept coming and coming she couldn’t keep up.
It was just too much. Her throat completely overflowed.
She coughed so violently it popped your cock out of her throat. Freed from the confines of her mouth, your cock sprayed the remaining ropes across her ruined face. Sticky mess splattered over her cheeks, nose, and damp fringes on her forehead as she collapsed back on her hands, coughing and gasping for air.
As the stream began to subside, you got back on her lips and milked the pulsing trickle down into her cum-filled mouth. You could only stare, mesmerized by the absolute filth that was Ha Sooyoung, face and mouth fully covered with your cum.
Her tongue darted out slowly, lecherously licking your slit off the final rope, then wiped the ropes around her lips as she finally downed your pooling cum in her mouth.
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
It took her three fucking gulps to down all your hot cum into her tummy.
You stared down at her, chest heaving as you took in the absolute masterpiece of her face, beautifully dazed and glistening with your release. She had never looked better, and you had never felt better.
“I guess I really am the goat.”
A/N: I wanna say thanks and like pay respects to lots of writers I've been reading since 2020 until now, but like actually maybe no I don't wanna drag lots of yous name here I would only embarrass you.
certainly one of the fics ever, but new writer so support them being batshit insane.
fanprose works
realistically all of these would flop on tumblr so, come over, please comment i need the photocard rolls
Yeojin Ghost Comedy (1k) words
Tsuki Demon Smut (1k) words
Nameless, Asterism, Morse Code
Heeyeon, Heejin, Hyunjin Vampire (1k) words
Gahyun (Lee Seoyul) Text Fic
Gowon BFH (with @bunnsfw)
Sullyoon x Yves (with @prael)
Yena Prompt
some of my old deleted work is also there, because why not.
Jinsoul Yandere
Liz Yandere
Yena Rain
Paint
Tsuki x Male Reader (smut)
bfh, one of those fanprose fics i finally remembered to post. There's more, but they'll come when I can be bothered.
Read it on fanprose
Tsuki as a woman is very easy to figure out by photos.
They come in a kaledoscope of different types– you've got the wholesome ones down to a science. If she sends herself in a blanket she wants to snuggle after a long day. A picture of her eating means she wants to know what you've had. A picture of her outside is an invitation for a date and a picture of her in the bar is telling you to pick her up.
Those are the simple ones.
The less wholesome ones are much more inprecise, not walking on eggshells difficult more like hitting five block jumps. You can't predict them as easily, last month Tsuki sent you a picture of her in a KFC. Then you fingered her in the parking lot, because she said she was 'finger licking good.'
After that moment you never really known what to expect. With the time, getting a notification from Tsuki is always a gamble. Though that's not going to stop you from diving head first into whatever she sends.
[1 image attached]
Fuck.
She's in front of her mirror, the same one she's made you finish on so she could lick it off (you are realising how weird this woman truly is.) Wearing glasses in a way that can only be described as disrespectfully provoking, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. The shorts that show her thick thighs you've done more to than just kiss.And the critical blow; her back being arched to accent her waist.
Now that you've seen the picture, come over.
Tsuki greets you by the door, not with a come in, not with a hug. But with the warm sleeve of her mouth, sucking and slurping the cock she loves so much. Not even letting you get your shoes off first, Tsuki is a hungry woman– bobbing her head up and down with the only goal of hers to taste you.
She pulls away for air and to let the strands of excessive saliva drip on to the floor, knowing how much it makes your heart beat. Staring at you with those eyes that scream cockiness and need, she wants this more than you, which says a whole lot about the level of cock-sucking fiend Tsuki is.
"Fucking finally, I was this close to grabbing my dildo and just sucking that." Her warm hand holds your cock in place while she assaults your balls with kisses, transforming them into licks that go all the way up to your tip. Swiping the pre-cum that flows out of your slit.
"Speed-limits Tsuki– fuck. I didn't want to crash before I got to feel your mouth on my cock."
"It's going to be a lot more than my mouth." She's skilled, devouring– alternating between kisses, dragging her tongue and taking your tip between her lips and sucking. "I need this in me, but first I need to taste this cock more."
Nothing can truly ever prepare you for how effortlessly Tsuki manipulates your cock, getting you needy and desperate for the euphoric pleasure she'll inevitably deliver. Every action she takes makes you throb, the way she is both completely at your mercy and you are completely at hers. "You smell so nice, can't believe this is all mine."
"All yours." The affirmation makes her smirk, grabbing onto your ass for support as she takes every inch in her mouth, warming it until her eyes told you to use her properly. That's something you'll never refuse. (Name a situation where you would and you'd be a liar.) Scooping up Tsuki's hair into one awkward bunch, thrusting in and out of her mouth as fast as you can.
Tsuki is an expert, a real performer. You know that she can take it without gagging, that doesn't stop the harsh gags she makes– nor the spit she lets run absolutely everywhere as you slam her into your crotch. Its truly a miracle the glasses are still on, the minor ache is well worth the sight.
"Fucking, taking it like a slut– not shocking. Threw yourself at me before the door locked, just desperate to be mouth fucked." Your dirty talk is for her benefit, it gets her hot and bothered– needy and wet enough to soak through those shorts.
She lets go when shes out of air, you let go at the same time. The shock makes her fall back, laying in prime position to just take her and– no, she's a bit more civilised for that. "mmh, I'm your slut." Tsuki is committed to proving that, slapping your tip on her tongue.
Maybe she's not civilised.
"Take me to bed– I'm so fucking horny." Tsuki puts her hands in the air and you lift her up, she strokes your cock rapidly while you make the Sisyphus-esque walk up her stairs. Luckily, you aren't Sisyphus and she's quickly thrown onto her bed.
You rip the shorts off Tsuki, no underwear, just her– the gates of heaven dripping wet and waiting for you. "Fucking drenched, have you been that fucking desperate?" Your hand teases, slapping her clit and making her yelp.
"yes, please touch me– my ass, my pussy, my tits, anywhere. Just touch me fuck."Tsuki folds herself under nothing, the definition of zero pressure. Already desperate and ready for your cock.
"Your ass? Been awhile since you've asked for that…" It does something to you, hits your core and rattles it. Tsuki's hands spread her tight cheeks, revealing her puckered rim in desperate need of a pounding since the last time.
"All day, touching my ass. Imagining it was your fingers, your mouth, needed you all day but you've been so busy."
"I'll make it up to you." Tsuki smiles at your promise, pushes herself back with her feet and giving you space. You dive between her legs, starting with her intoxicating taste– even the strongest alcohol's couldn't make you this drunk. It's overwhelming everytime, hot against your tongue– her scent strong and musky. It's hard to believe she's human.
"F-fuck!" She's loud, that's how you know she's wound up. From the first touch she's leaking, whining. She grinds against the tongue flat against her folds, Tsuki's taste makes you painfully hard. But you aren't leaving an inch of her untouched, sticking your tongue inside her warmth and giving her a quick fucking.
Then, you go lower, rimming the tight hole named Tsuki's ass. Keeping your eyes focused on her expression, she's losing herself so quickly. God you can't wait to see her unraveled. Her legs tighten, become warm earmuffs to wear while you feast. Teasing her as long for as long as you crave.
Minutes pass and you hear her something get more desperate, loving the way you eat her ass. Unfortunately you will explode if you wait a second longer, prying yourself away, positioning yourself and before either of you blink again.
You are inside Tsuki, she's the wettest, tightest, hungriest girl you've ever been inside of. Very few words can articulate how hot she is, how perfect of a hole she is for you. She'd say the same about you and your cock, both of you are nothing more than the assets you carry in the bedroom.
"Oh my god, oh my god!" Tsuki's shocked when she's suddenly folded like an omelette, getting pounded into the bed so hard the springs are getting fucked as well. Give yourself credit for not immediately blowing your load, not that it'd stop you.
Theres two thoughts through your mind, ruin Tsuki and ruin Tsuki. This is one thought yet somehow one thought more than what's going through her mind, spoiler alert: nothing. She's not thinking straight, just on the way you feel inside of her.
"Is this what you've been craving so badly?" You pant, pushing her even deeper into her mattress. Reveling in the wet sounds when skin connects and the slapping of your balls against her.
"Yes, fuck yes!" The confidence dissolves to flood your cock with her wetness, Tsuki's the type of girl who flips between making you whimper & leak and giving herself to you completely. Both are ideal but you can't sit here and act like this isn't doing wonders for your ego.
"You know I could stop at any time right? Leave you here to finish what I've started." You bluff, it's an obvious bluff– but she doesn't take checkmate, instead she falls for it.
"Don't you dare!"
Her neediness and earlier teasing brings her orgasm way faster than you expect, Tsuki's your fire hydrant. At the right moment, you pull out, rubbing her to completion with your hand. She screams, quivers and squirts all over her bed, turning dry fresh sheets into a soaked with cum disaster. It goes further than that, pierces the mattress, splashes on the floor. She'll remember this moment long after you leave, the very essence of this night entrenched.
"oh my god…" She's limp, exerted, down but not out. She's the one who absently swings around for the lube, grabbing onto it and throwing it. "I don't care, you need to make sure there's no chance I walk." Well if that's what she wants.
But not like this, you grab her pillows and throw them onto the carpet. She wanted to flaunt her mirror so badly, you will use it. Taking her to the ground. "Get on all fours." Tsuki listens eagerly, wanting her ass pounded. Using the supports to prevent her knees from hurting, priorities.
You should be more careful, make sure she is ready. But you just lube her ass with your fingers, lube yourself up and go for it. Slow enough at first and speed up when you hear no objection. It's obscene, balls deep in Tsuki's ass. She's sacrificing modesty for depravity, you rail the life out of her. She looks at you through the mirror, desperately– borderline pleading for you to never stop.
If only you could live like this. Though you like this being a bad habit, and she likes you fucking her this hard. So it's not a surprise she helps you, backing up to meet you half way. You use your hands to pull her hair again, use it as a nice ponytail to exert all the force into Tsuki's snug hole that's begging for it.
"Don't be gentle!" She cries out, you don't know where she got the idea that you would be from. Just thrusting harder while she shakes more, another orgasm sprays out of her and drenches your legs. Just keep fucking her through it. "oh god!"
Tsuki is overstimulated, sweaty, red flush and still taking it just as well. You are getting close, wondering where you'll finish. Her ass deserves to get filled, her face could be painted like a canvas. Or you could make her body an art piece.
But you have one main idea, to paint your muses insides white. Five more pumps and you groan, spurts of white hot cum flood her. A beautiful spectacle, you pull out slowly and watch as Tsuki pushes all of your thick load out for the show. She never stops performing.
"fuck.. I, mmh. Still so horny." You predicted as such.
"We've got all night."
All night indeed, she was insatiable. Taking you in every angle and position the girl could think of, dawn's never looked quite so beautiful with Tsuki fast asleep after a long bubble bath.
Because that's how it always ends, always will be. Now you await her next picture.
As a longtime lurker and resident ask giver, will you be dropping Tumblr in favor of your new platform? If not now, then when in the future?
no probably not
i mean, to put it very bluntly it takes so little time to copy paste something that it wouldn't be worth dropping entirely unless for another reason
Canvas is new!! Thanks
np i guess
It has been nearly a month since the last loona post from anyone. I feel like I am being stabbed one thousand times every second
oh well, sorry? I guess
me and bunn have other things to do right now, we haven't forgotten about loona... smfh.
theres so many fics, idk just go on ao3 or something. writers will be ready when their ready.
though i know fanprose has some of my deleted fics, plus an exclusive fic or two for loona. (though idk if it will be forever) and Canvas which is actually fanprose exclusive Read them if you want
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My Big Tittied Maid is Only Good At One Thing
It has been decided. Jeewon fic for no other reason than I was reminded of these pictures, and the plot came naturally.
Length 2.5K
Jeewon X Mreader
Jeewon’s head bobs slowly as she takes her time with her actions. She pants, already tired but still using what energy she has left. Her body is slick with sweat, uniform sticking to her skin. “Is this good, Master?” she asks, her chest heaving. “Am I doing a good job?”
You pat her head, “You’re doing well, but keep going.”
“B-but I’m so tired.”
“You’re not done yet.” You tell her plainly. “And here I thought you were a good maid.”
“I’m a good maid, I’m a good maid,” she repeats, her motions slowly to a crawl.
You stare at the young woman. “C’mon, Jeewon, you’ve barely been working for 10 minutes.”
“10 minutes!? It’s only been ten minutes?” You sigh as you look at your worn-out maid. She had only been cleaning the floor for ten minutes, and she was in such a state. You already knew Jeewon was kind of hopeless when it came to actual made work, but this was taking things to an extreme.
“Yes, it’s been ten minutes. I don’t even know how you’re sweating that much.” You place your hand on her forehead and realize that she wasn’t even sweating. While you weren’t looking, she must’ve sprayed herself with water to make it look like she was working up a sweat. “Is this water?”
Jeewon looks away, knowing she’s been caught. “N-no,”
You lightly smack the back of her head. “You idiot, this is totally water.” You look at the cart Jeewon had nearby and see the spray bottle, the tip leaking. You grab the bottle, “You just sprayed yourself with this!”
“Nuh uh!” Jeewon denied your claim; it was all she could do despite the evidence against her. It was circumstantial at best, but she had absolutely sprayed herself with water and made herself look tired for the sake of getting a break. “Ack!’ Jeewon recoils as you spritz her with the water.
“Bad, bad maid,” you tell her, spraying her again. Jeewon shuts her eyes, her entire face grimacing as you spray her two more times. “I swear, you can barely get any work done. You’re only good at one thing.”
“Does that mean-“
“No,” Jeewon frowns; her hands were already on the buttons of her uniform. You grab the other broom in her cart. “We’re going to finish this together.” The ends of her lips curl into a slight smile. The two of you work together to sweep the floor, the first step in cleaning it, as you move on to mopping after. Jeewon complains the entire time, saying things like her legs hurt, her hands hurt, and she couldn’t see. Her explanations for wanting breaks got wilder the longer this went on, but eventually, you were able to finish cleaning the floor. “Alright, that’s enough for now.”
Jeewon lets out a long sigh and throws herself onto your couch, covering her face with her arm and taking deep breaths as if she had just completed a marathon. You grab the spray bottle and walk over to the tired woman, pointing it right at her, “Jeewon.”
She moves her arm, shutting her eyes as she feels the water hitting her face. “Ah,” she yelps. She tries to cover herself, but you grab her hands and force them over her head.
“Bad, bad maid.” You repeat.
“But I did the work!”
“I had to help you, and even then, I did most of it!” You spray her twice more, then put the bottle down. You walk away from the scene, letting Jeewon rest. While you had planned to clean more of the house, it was quite obvious that even with Jeewon around, the task would still take up all day. You go to your room and lie down. From the couch, Jeewon hears your door shut. She sits up immediately and scurries over to the bathroom. She unbuttons the front of her uniform, unrestricting her heavy mounds. She reaches behind her, her fingers struggling to reach the zipper, brushing against the small piece of metal.
“C’mon, almost got it,” she mumbles, turning around so she could see how close she was in the mirror. Jeewon pinched it after struggling for minutes and pulled the zipper down. She sighed with relief as her maid uniform started to fall. She let it drop to the floor. Jeewon smiled to herself as she looked in the mirror. The intricate bra she wore pushed her bust up and together, making her already large rack look bigger. Her matching panties hugged her lower half well, digging in just that little bit to where her ass looked fuller as well. As good as Jeewon looked, she knew it would all come off quickly. She unsnapped her bra and held the cups against her chest. She carefully laid it on the vanity. Jeewon grabbed at her breasts, squeezing the large mounds and letting out a soft moan. She brought her fingertip around her nipple, the soft nub slowly growing hard as she ran her fingernail over the top of it. She flicked the now hard nub a few times, her moans continuing to flow. Jeewon stopped pulling her hands away from her pale flesh, knowing that if she didn’t stop now, she wouldn’t stop until she came.
Jeewon slipped her fingers under her panties, pulling them down until they naturally fell. She placed the thin piece of cloth beside her bra and looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair before smiling again.
Now she was ready.
Jeewon made her way to your room. Her eyes were shining as she opened the door and saw you lying there, your cock hard as you slept. She climbed onto your bed, crawling until she was right next to you. She kisses your cheek before reaching into your pants and grabbing your cock. Jeewon licks her lips, her eyes glancing at your crotch. She lets go for a moment, pulling your pants down so she’d have easier access. Once your cock was free, she started jerking you off. Her hand moved slowly from base to tip, her thumb rubbing the slit as it leaked precum. You moaned softly, your eyes cracking open to see Jeewon lying next to you. “Jeewon? Is it that time again?”
“Yes, Master.” The time you were referring to was the only thing Jeewon seemed to enjoy and do well at. It was pretty much the reason you kept her around, considering her skills as a regular maid. Jeewon raised her chest, offering you one of her tits. You latch onto the pale mound, your tongue swirling around her pink nipple as you suck on her tit. Jeewon moans softly, smiling as her hand continues to move along your shaft. “You’re so good at this, Master.” You squeeze Jeewon’s other tit, making sure they both get the attention they deserve. Jeewon’s big tits were soft, like pillows; you couldn’t help but squeeze them. When your thumb found her hard nub, you toyed with it, resting your thumb on top of it and moving it around like it was some sort of joystick. Because Jeewon’s nipples were sensitive, she found pleasure in it. She rubbed her legs together, her body already craving more action.
She stayed still, however, letting her hand glide along your length until she felt it begin to throb. “It would be a waste if you came in my hand, Master. Why don’t you put it inside?” She asks kindly.
You nod along, letting go of her chest. Jeewon giggles as she gets on all fours, shaking her ass for you. You get behind your maid, watching her ass jiggle. You give her a sharp smack, making her yelp. “Mmm, Master.” She hisses. You press the tip of your cock against her entrance, teasing her by rubbing it against her slit instead of immediately going in. Jeewon whines, “Master! Please, I want it inside me!” You laugh and continue to tease her for a few moments longer, coating your length in her nectar to prepare. Once you’re ready, you press the tip against her entrance again. This time, you ram your length into her tight cunt.
You grabbed Jeewon’s pig tails, wrapping her hair around your hands and pulling her head back as you drove your cock into her again. “M-Master,” she mumbled. Jeewon’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head. Your deep, quick thrusts were making her a mess. You look to the side at the mirror and see the beautiful sight of Jeewon’s big tits swinging back and forth as you move inside her. Your thrusts become rougher, and the sounds of your bodies colliding fill the room as Jeewon cries out with pleasure. “M-Master’s cock—filling me,” she mumbles, half thoughts coming and going.
The sight of Jeewon’s swinging tits was too much for you. You let go of Jeewon’s pigtails and grab at the large mounds, squeezing the soft flesh as you pull her against you. You knead the heavy mounds, treating them like dough. Jeewon’s hard nipple rubs against your palms, you slide your hands down, just enough to where you’re able to pinch the hard nubs. Jeewon cries out again, her sensitive nipples are being toyed with. You pull them until they’re taut as you drive your cock into her womb with each thrust.
Your maid drools over herself as her mind goes blank. “I love you, Master. I love you; I love you, I love you!” She cries, her words slurring together. Jeewon’s walls clamp down on your length, her body twitches as she cums on your cock. Her sensitivity shoots up, bringing more pleasure crashing over her as your thrusts continue. She can feel your hands digging into her soft mounds as you knead them. The details of your cock are being etched into her walls as you fill her cunt. The moment you let go of Jeewon’s tits, she falls forward, drooling onto the bed. You hold her waist up, your cock beginning to throb.
“I’m going to cum inside, Jeewon.”
“Yes! Fill your naughty maid, Master!”
Your thrusts quicken. Jeewon grips the bedding tightly as she begs you for your cum. You bury yourself inside of Jeewon and unload inside her, filling her tight cunt with your semen, painting her walls white. Jeewon’s body shakes again as you force another climax on her. Jeewon feels the warmth from your cum spreading across her body. She struggles to keep her eyelids up, and a sense of bliss washes over her.
You let go of her waist, but keep yourself buried in her as they collapse flatly onto the bed. Jeewon moans softly as she feels your cock throbbing inside her. “I might have Master’s baby,” She mumbles.
“You’re on the pill,” you remind her, smacking her ass.
You slowly pull yourself away from your maid, leaving her warm cavern. Jeewon gives you a hum of mild disappointment as a feeling of emptiness hits her.
You lie beside Jeewon, resting on your back as she lies there, tired. You watch as Jeewon slowly raises her head, her eyes locking onto your softening cock. Her arms shake as she lifts herself off the bed and crawls between your legs. Her thin fingers wrap around your shaft, her warm breath hits the tip, before she presses her lips against the head. Your cock forces her lips apart as she takes you into her wet mouth. Her tongue gingerly swirls around the tip. You watch Jeewon’s cheeks hollow as she gently sucks your cock. Jeewon bobs her head slowly, taking more and more of you in with each pass. You groan her name, enjoying the way she works her skilled mouth. You place one hand on the back of her head, pushing her forward until you hit the back of her throat. Jeewon moans around your cock, saliva coating it as she gags on it.
When you let go of her head, Jeewon pulls back, her eyes watering as she takes deep breaths. While she does that, her hands wrap around your length, her wrists twisting in as she jerks you off. “Master’s cock tastes so good,” she says softly, remnants of your cum lingering on her tongue.
Jeewon pulls you out of her mouth with a pop. She lifts your waist, giving her a better position for what comes next. Your big-titted maid placed your cock between her soft mounds, pressing them together around your shaft. You grunt as Jeewon uses her tits to please you, the large mounds massaging your cock, “Do you like this, master?”
“Y-yeah.” It was hard not to like it when this was Jeewon’s specialty. She made sure every inch of your cock got the chance to enjoy being between her soft, warm mounds. When the tip wasn’t between them, coating the valley in precum, it was in her mouth. You felt your orgasm approaching as she continued to use her tits on you. Seeing you were getting close, Jeewon slowed herself down. She slips one of her hands under her heavy mound and raises it, letting the head of your cock rub against her hard nipple.
She moaned softly, her sensitive nipples making her feel just as good as you felt. “I really wish master would let me get off the pill.” She said with a slight frown. You already knew what she was getting at. It was a constant thing with her; at this point, you were certain she had a kink for that sort of thing. You listen along as she continues with her thoughts, “It would be a lot better. I could give you a lot of milk. Wouldn’t you like that, Master? These nice big tits, swollen with milk, that would be all for you?” After she talked about this so much, the idea didn’t sound so bad; it was growing on you. That being said, you also didn’t want a child, not yet, at least. You stay quiet as Jeewon lets you fuck her tits. Seeing that you wouldn’t give her an answer, she whines. “Please, Master?”
“I’ll think about it,” you tell her. “The bigger thing right now is I’m going to cum.”
Jeewon perks up and slips you back between her breasts. “Cum all over these big tits, Master. Cover them in your spunk.” She says, moving her heavy mounds quickly. You throw your head back and moan. Jeewon was pressing down near the tip of your cock, making the pleasure unbearable. You cum between her tits, coating the inside with your cum. As Jeewon moves her tits, it spurts out the top, landing on her neck and the tops of her tits. Your maid keeps stroking your cock with her heavy mounds, milking your cock until nothing comes out. “You came so much.” Jeewon leans back, your semen flowing down onto her stomach. Jeewon runs her hands along her breasts, rubbing your cum into her skin, making it glisten. She brings a finger to her lips, tasting your salty semen.
“I think we need to get you cleaned up, Master.” She says, a devious smirk on her face. A trip to the shower just meant she would get the chance to use her tits to clean you off, and you weren’t going to complain.
“Let’s get going then.”
AHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU COLD <3
Afterglow
IVE's An Yujin x Male Reader
4.4k words
Hello all! I present to you my submission for our server's latest prompt challenge, where my task was to write a story using the time of sunset, and the added challenge of "The story must open with the end of the time duration, then rewind to the beginning and play through again".
Hope you guys like it <3
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"You lasted longer than I thought you would," she says between breaths, and even now—completely fucked out, thighs still trembling—she's got that fucking pleased little smirk on her face.
You don't have the energy to respond, just managing to flip her the bird while you stare at the ceiling, pulse still racing.
There are scratches down your back that sting when you shift position, her nails having carved you up badly when you'd finally pinned her against the mattress.
The sheets are ruined—no saving them. Not with the mix of sweat, cum, and whatever's left of Yujin's makeup smeared across the fabric. She's sprawled beside you, chest still heaving, her hair a complete disaster fanned across the pillow. Her sundress is crumpled by the door, one strap torn clean off.
Yujin rolls onto her side to face you, and you can see the aftermath of everything that just happened all over her body. Her lipstick is smeared from her mouth to her jaw, dark bruises already forming on her neck and collarbones. Cum is still leaking from between her thighs, making a mess on skin that's flushed and marked with your fingerprints.
"Worth it though, right?" She traces a finger down your chest, lazy and satisfied, like she's admiring her handiwork.
"You're impossible," you finally manage.
"You love it."
She's not wrong.
~~~
Six hours earlier, you'd been stupid enough to think this would be a normal date.
Yujin had texted you that morning with a simple "pick me up at 2 <3" and you'd thought—fine, easy. Lunch, maybe walk around, watch the sunset over dinner. Standard relationship stuff. You should've known better the second you pulled up and saw what she was wearing.
The sundress is light blue, thin cotton that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact she's not wearing a bra. It hugs her waist before flowing down to mid-thigh, and when she bounces over to the car, you can see everything move in ways that make it very clear she planned this outfit specifically to fuck with you.
It's working.
"Hi baby," she says sweetly, sliding into the passenger seat and leaning over to kiss your cheek. Innocent enough, except her hand lands directly on your thigh and stays there while she buckles her seatbelt.
"You're evil," you tell her.
"I'm adorable." She grins, adjusting the dress that's already riding up her thighs. "Where are we going?"
"That café you wanted to try."
The drive is only ten minutes, but Yujin makes it feel like an hour. Her hand doesn't leave your thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns while she chatters about her week. Every time you glance over, she's doing something designed to distract you—adjusting her hair so the dress pulls tighter across her chest, crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her bottom lip while she looks out the window.
At the café, she orders an iced vanilla latte and immediately wraps her lips around the straw in a way that's just absolutely not necessary for drinking coffee.
You watch her take a slow sip, eyes locked on yours.
"What?" she asks, like she doesn't know exactly what she's doing.
"Nothing," you mutter, taking a drink of your own coffee and trying to focus on literally anything else.
She leans forward on her elbows, and the neckline of her dress dips low enough that you can see the curve of her tits. "You seem tense."
"I'm fine."
"Mm." She doesn't believe you, and that little smirk says she knows exactly why you're tense.
You finish your coffees and decide to walk through the nearby park since the weather's nice and you're clearly a masochist. Yujin loops her arm through yours, pressing close enough that you can feel the heat of her body through that thin dress.
"Isn't this romantic?" she says, full of fake innocence as her free hand traces up your arm.
"Very," you say flatly.
She's already sliding that hand down, lacing her fingers with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest at her hip where the dress cinches.
The park is busier than you expected—couples on blankets, families with kids, people walking dogs. Yujin doesn't seem to care. She steers you toward a quieter path lined with trees, and the second you're out of immediate sight, she stops and turns to face you.
"I want a picture," she announces, already pulling out her phone.
"You take like fifty pictures a day."
"And I'm going to take fifty-one." She steps close, arm around your waist, phone up for a selfie. You're about to smile when her ass presses back against your crotch—a deliberate roll of her hips.
You grab her waist on reflex.
The camera clicks.
Wow. That is not a graceful expression.
"Perfect," she says, grinning at the photo before tucking the phone away.
She doesn't move away from you. You don't let go of her waist. She leans her head back against your shoulder.
"You're being very well-behaved so far."
"I'm being patient."
"And how long do you think that'll last?" She turns in your arms, and suddenly you're face to face with her, close enough to kiss. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers playing with the collar of your shirt. You can smell her perfume, feel her breath against your mouth.
"Yujin—"
"What?" Those big, innocent eyes blink at you, like she's never done a thing wrong her entire life. Her thigh presses between your legs, just enough pressure to make her point. "We're just taking pictures, baby."
Someone walks past on the main path and you step back, mostly to maintain some semblance of dignity in public. Yujin just laughs, bright and delighted, before grabbing your hand and pulling you back toward the park exit.
"Come on, I want to look at the shops before dinner."
The boutique she drags you into is small, full of expensive clothes and a bored-looking attendant who barely glances up when you enter. Yujin immediately starts browsing through racks, pulling out dresses and holding them up against her body.
"What do you think of this one?" A black one that would barely cover her ass.
"It's short."
"That's not a no." She grins and drapes it over her arm, moving to the next rack. You follow behind. Her fingers trail over the different materials, hips swaying just a little more than necessary.
She disappears into the dressing room with three dresses, and you lean against the wall outside to wait. The curtain doesn't close all the way—you can see flashes of movement, the sundress pooling at her feet. Then her hand appears, crooking a finger at you.
"I need a second opinion," she calls out.
You glance at the attendant, who's fully absorbed in her phone, and slip behind the curtain.
Yujin is standing in just her panties. Holding up one of the dresses in front of her body.
Not wearing it.
The dressing room mirror shows everything—the curve of her bare tits, those panties sitting low on her hips, the cheeky smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing.
"Well?"
"You're not even wearing it," you point out.
"I wanted to see your reaction first." She drops the dress entirely, closing the small distance between you. Her hands find your belt, fingers tracing the leather. "Are you going to do something about it?"
"There's a person right outside."
"So you'll have to be quiet." She's already popping the button on your jeans, and fuck, her hand sliding into your boxers is not helping your resolve.
You grab her wrist, stopping her before this gets completely out of hand. "Get dressed. We have dinner reservations."
The look she gives you is pure frustration, but there's need underneath it. "You're no fun."
"I'm RESPONSIBLE."
"I don't like responsible," she pouts, but she lets you pull her hand away and picks the sundress back up. You slip out before you do something stupid.
She emerges a minute later. Doesn't buy any of the clothes she tried on.
She does, however, grab your ass when you're walking out of the store.
"An Yujin."
"Hand slipped!"
The restaurant is one of those places with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water. You'd picked it specifically because Yujin mentioned wanting to watch the sunset over dinner.
Romantic as hell. Seemed like a good idea this morning.
You’re having second thoughts.
The golden light of the sunset coming through the windows catches in Yujin's hair when she sits down, makes her skin glow in a way that's entirely unfair. She's gorgeous in normal lighting, but with a sunset behind her she looks… unreal.
"This place is beautiful," she says, and she actually sounds genuine for once, looking out at the water where the sun is starting to paint the sky in shades of orange and pink.
"Yeah," you manage, trying to focus on your own menu and not the way the light is hitting her.
The waiter comes by and you both order—she gets the salmon, you get the steak, and she requests a wine she definitely can't pronounce but sounds expensive. (She knows you’re paying, after all). She's suspiciously polite, ordering without any funny business.
Then the waiter leaves and you feel her foot slide up your calf.
"Yujin."
"What?" She’s staring at the sunset like she’s never done a thing wrong in her life.
"We're in public."
"I'm just getting comfortable." She blinks at you as her foot reaches your thigh and stays there, and you become very aware of how thin her dress is, how the sunset behind her makes it… almost see-through in places…
The wine arrives and she takes a slow sip, eyes on you over the rim of the glass. When she sets it down, her hand disappears under the table, and a second later you feel her fingers on your knee, sliding up your thigh with clear intent.
"Can't you just wait for the food," you plead, grabbing her wrist under the table.
"I'm not hungry for food." She leans forward, and the neckline of her dress dips dangerously low. The sunset behind her creates this halo effect that would be romantic if she wasn't currently trying to get her hand on your cock in a public restaurant.
You don't let go of her wrist, keeping her hand firmly on your thigh and nowhere else. "Behave."
"Make me," she says, and there's that fucking smirk again.
The food arrives. You let go of her hand so the waiter can set down the plates.
Yujin thanks him sweetly. He's barely gone before her hand is back—making it all the way to your crotch before you can stop her.
She palms you through your jeans, and fuck, you're already half-hard from her teasing all day. Her fingers trace the outline of your cock while she cuts into her salmon with her other hand like nothing's happening.
"How's your food?" she asks conversationally.
"Yujin, I swear to god—"
"You should try the salmon, it's really good." She takes a bite, and her hand squeezes you just enough to make you bite back a groan.
The sun is almost touching the horizon now, the entire sky turning brilliant shades of orange and red. The light hits her face and she looks like a fucking angel.
An evil little cock-teasing angel who’s decided getting you off under the table is way more fun than eating.
"You're so hard already," she murmurs, leaning closer like she's sharing a secret. Her hand works you through the denim, and you're trying to keep your expression neutral while she's clearly enjoying watching you struggle.
"Stop," you say, but it comes out strained.
"You don't want me to stop." Her thumb finds the head of your cock through your jeans, rubbing in slow circles. "You've been wanting to fuck me since I got in your car."
She's not wrong, and you're done.
You grab her wrist, pull her hand away. Harder than necessary. "We're leaving."
"But we haven't finished—"
"Now, Yujin."
Pure triumph on her face. This is exactly what she wanted.
She doesn't argue, just grabs her purse while you flag down the waiter and hand him your card without even looking at the bill.
The sun is halfway below the horizon when you walk out, the sky on fire with color, and Yujin is practically skipping to the car.
She beats you to the passenger side, slides in with that pleased smile still on her face.
You're barely in the driver's seat. She's already leaning over the center console, hand on your thigh again.
"That was mean," she says, not sounding very sorry at all.
"You started it." You turn the key and pull out of the parking lot faster than necessary, and the sky is deepening now—brilliant orange fading to pink and purple at the edges.
"So you're admitting I won?"
"I'm admitting I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
The way her breath catches is supremely satisfying, but she recovers quick. "Promises, promises."
Her hand slides higher on your thigh and you grab it, pinning it in place. "You're going to make me crash."
"Then drive faster."
"You… want me to make our crash worse?"
"Just drive, idiot!"
The sunset is in your rearview mirror now, the sky ahead darker where night is already creeping in. You make it maybe two minutes before her other hand finds your belt, and you have to move your grip to catch that one too.
"Yujin."
"What? I'm just sitting here." She's absolutely not just sitting there—she's shifted in her seat so that dress is riding up her thighs, and when you glance over at a red light, you can see the lace edge of her panties.
"You're insane."
"You love it," she says again, and manages to get one hand free to palm you through your jeans. You're fully hard now, have been since the restaurant, and her touch makes you grip the steering wheel hard enough that your knuckles go white.
The light turns green. You have to let go of her to shift gears.
She takes full advantage—gets the button of your jeans open before you can stop her.
"Jesus Christ, Yujin—"
"Keep your eyes on the road, baby." Her hand slips into your boxers, fingers wrapping around your cock, and the feeling of her actually touching you after hours of teasing makes you groan.
You catch her wrist but don't pull her away, too far gone to pretend you don't want this. The sky outside is streaked with the last colors of sunset, deep purple and orange, and her hand is stroking you slowly while you're trying to drive through downtown traffic.
"Let me reiterate. You, me, a semi-truck, all meeting in less than a second if you don't get your stupidly smooth hand off my cock."
She laughs but settles back in her seat, pulling her hand away with clear reluctance. You make it three more blocks before you have to pull over at another red light, and the second the car stops you're hauling her in for a kiss.
It's messy and desperate, her mouth opening for you immediately, and your hand finds her thigh, pushing that dress up until you can feel the heat of her through those thin panties. She's soaked, and when you press against her she makes this needy sound that goes straight to your cock.
Someone honks behind you and you realize the light's green.
"Fuck," you mutter, pulling back and trying to focus on driving. Your hand stays on her thigh though, high enough that your fingers brush against the lace edge of her panties every time you shift.
The sun is gone now, just the afterglow painting the sky, and you can see your building up ahead. Yujin sees it too, and her hand goes right back to your cock, stroking you through your open jeans.
"Almost there," she purrs, and you don't know if she means the building or something else entirely.
You pull into your spot and kill the engine, and then you're both out of the car and you're crowding her against the door, kissing her hard while she fumbles with your keys. She gets the door open and you're inside, kicking it shut behind you, and her back hits the wall in the entryway.
"Now?" she asks breathlessly, and there's triumph in her voice even now.
You don't even dignify her with an answer.
The dress hits the floor before you've even moved away from the door, and Yujin's hands are already pulling at your shirt, yanking it over your head while you work your jeans down. She's in just those lace panties now, and you can see the wet spot where she's been soaked for hours.
"Took you long enough," she breathes, but you shut her up by shoving her harder against the wall and kissing her like you're trying to devour her whole.
Your hand slides between her legs, fingers pressing against the soaked lace, and she gasps into your mouth. "You've been wet all fucking day, haven't you?"
"Since the car," she admits, hips rolling against your hand. "Maybe before."
You hook your fingers in her panties and drag them down her legs, and the second they're off you're dropping to your knees. Her eyes go wide.
"Wait, I thought you were going to—oh fuck!"
Your mouth is on her pussy before she can finish the sentence. Tongue dragging through her folds.
She tastes as good as she looks.
Your hands grip her thighs, holding her against the wall while you eat her out like you're starving for it. Maybe you are, after the torture she's put you through today.
"Oh god, oh f-fuck, yes—" Her hands fist in your hair, and she's trying to grind against your face, shameless and desperate. You focus on her clit, sucking it between your lips, and her whole body jerks.
"Right there, don't stop, please don't fucking stop—"
You don't. You work her with your tongue until her thighs are shaking, until she's practically sobbing, and when she cums it's with your name broken on her lips and her pussy clenching against nothing.
She's still trembling when you stand up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on your tongue. "Bedroom. Now."
"Fuck the bedroom," she pants, already reaching for your cock. "Right here."
Her hand wraps around you and strokes, and you're so fucking hard it almost hurts. But you catch her wrist, spin her around so she's facing the wall, and kick her legs apart.
"You wanted this so badly," you growl against her ear, lining yourself up. "So take it."
You push into her in one thrust and she cries out, hands splaying against the wall for balance. She's so wet and tight that you have to pause, breathing hard, trying not to cum immediately like a teenager.
"Move," she demands, pushing her hips back. "Fuck me already."
"Greedy, aren't we?"
You pull out and slam back in, and the sound she makes is perfect—broken and needy and so fucking desperate. You set a brutal pace, one hand on her hip and the other sliding up to grip her throat, not squeezing, just holding her in place while you fuck up into her.
"Yes, yes, fuck, harder—"
The angle is incredible, and you can feel her getting wetter with every thrust, slick dripping down her thighs. Your grip tightens on her hip, hard enough to leave marks, and she loves it, pushing back to meet you.
"Is this what you wanted?" you ask, voice rough. "Teasing me all day just so I'd fuck you like this?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Knew you'd—ah!—knew you'd s-snap eventually."
You pull out suddenly. She whines at the loss.
Then you're turning her around, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around your waist automatically. You push back inside her, using the wall for leverage.
"Oh fuck, so deep—" Her nails dig into your shoulders, and you can feel her pussy clenching around you, tight and perfect.
You kiss her while you fuck her, messy and hard, and she's moaning into your mouth. The angle has you hitting the spot inside that makes her gasp every time, and her tits are pressed against your chest, nipples hard.
"Gonna cum again," she warns, "don't stop, please—"
"Cum on my cock," you tell her. "Let me feel it."
She does, her whole body tensing and then releasing, pussy spasming around you in a way that almost takes you over the edge. You carry her to the couch—fuck the bedroom—and lay her down, pulling out just long enough to flip her onto her stomach.
"Ass up," you command, and she scrambles to obey, presenting herself to you.
The view is impeccable—her pussy swollen and dripping, cum already leaking out of her. You push back inside and she moans into the cushions, and this angle lets you go even deeper.
You fuck her hard, hands gripping her hips. The wet sounds of your cock driving into her pussy fill the room.
She's babbling now—words barely coherent, just broken pleas and your name and "yes" over and over.
"So fucking perfect," you groan, watching your cock disappear into her. Wet coating your shaft. Dripping down to make a mess on the couch. "Look at you, taking it so well."
"More," she gasps. "Harder, p-please, I need—"
You give her what she wants, slamming into her with enough force that she has to brace herself against the arm of the couch. Her pussy clenches around you, still sensitive from cumming twice already, and you can feel how close you are.
Your hand slides around to find her clit. She practically screams, body jerking. "Can't, too much, I can't—"
"Yes you can." Your fingers rub tight circles. "Cum with me."
She's shaking, thighs trembling, and you can feel her getting tighter. You lean over her, changing the angle, and she sobs out something that might be your name.
"Gonna fill you up," you warn, thrusts getting erratic. "Gonna cum so deep inside you."
"Please," she begs, "please, I want it, want you to—fuck!"
She cums first, pussy spasming around your cock, and that's all it takes to drag you over with her. You slam in one final time and cum hard, spilling deep inside her while she moans. You can feel it flooding her, so much that it starts leaking out around your cock even while you're still inside her.
You stay buried in her for a long moment, both of you breathing hard, before finally pulling out. Your cum immediately starts dripping down her thighs, obscene and perfect, and she's so thoroughly fucked that she just stays there, ass in the air, too wrecked to move.
"Bed," you finally manage.
She makes a sound that might be agreement. You both stumble to the bedroom, collapse onto the sheets.
You should probably stop.
You don't stop.
You're on her immediately, pinning her wrists above her head, and she gasps when you push back inside her. She's oversensitive and so fucking wet—cum from earlier mixed with how turned on she still is—and the slide is almost too easy.
"Sure you can handle one more round?" she teases, but her legs are already wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper.
"You started this," you remind her, rolling your hips. "We finish when I say we finish."
She moans, head falling back against the pillow, and you take the opportunity to bite down on her neck, hard enough to leave another mark. Her pussy clenches around you in response, and you can feel how swollen she is, how thoroughly fucked.
You let go of her wrists, brace yourself above her.
Her hands find your back. Nails dig in immediately, dragging down your shoulder blades as you thrust into her.
The sting is perfect.
"Fuck, Yujin—"
"Harder," she demands, and her nails scrape down your back again, definitely breaking skin this time. "Give it to me harder!"
You shift the angle, driving deeper, and she cries out. The bed frame is hitting the wall with every thrust, and the sheets are getting soaked beneath her—sweat and cum and her pussy dripping everywhere.
"Look at me," you tell her, and when her eyes meet yours they're glazed and desperate. "This is what you wanted all day, isn't it? To get fucked until you can't think straight?"
"Yes," she gasps, nails carving new lines down your back. "Yes, god, don't stop—"
You don't. You fuck her hard into the mattress, one hand gripping her hip while the other slides up to wrap around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding her there while you fuck her apart.
She's babbling again, that incoherent mix of your name and "fuck" and "please," and you can feel her getting close. Her nails are brutal on your back, scratching hard enough that you know you'll be marked for days.
"Gonna cum again?" you ask, and she nods frantically.
"Can't help it, you're so deep, I can't—"
"Do it," you command. "Cum on my cock one more time."
She does, and it's like her whole body seizes up. Her nails rake down your back viciously as she screams, pussy clamping down so tight around you that it's almost painful. The sensation drags your own orgasm out of you, and you bury yourself as deep as possible, filling her up for the second time.
You can feel it mixing with the first load, so much cum that it's leaking out around your cock, soaking into the sheets beneath you. When you finally pull out, the evidence is everywhere—her thighs covered in it, the sheets stained, her pussy absolutely wrecked and dripping.
You collapse beside her, and she immediately sprawls out, chest heaving. Her makeup is completely destroyed now, smeared down her face, and her hair is a disaster. She looks thoroughly, completely fucked.
Perfect.
Your back is on fire where she scratched you, and when you shift, the sting reminds you of every mark she left.
"You lasted longer than I thought you would," she says between breaths, and even now—completely fucked out, thighs still trembling—she's got that fucking pleased little smile on her face.
You don't have the energy to respond, just managing to flip her the bird while you stare at the ceiling, pulse still racing.
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Sorry for the wait! I have a big project waiting to go, and also maybe another Twice smut that should be out within the next week or two :)
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zzone x Male Reader (Jeewon in this fic though)
word count: 3951, smut
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The sky is still dark when you wake up.
Doodoo, doodoo.
Jeewon.
Shit.
It's time to meet her.
"There we go!" It's far too early for this, yet that very complaint feels familiar. Jeewon is so allergic to the morning it's strange that she has dragged you out this early. Maybe it's just your brain not catching up, so everything feels awry, still bogged down by tiredness and all.
You can probably guess that she hasn't slept, otherwise she wouldn't be here. You wouldn't either. She looks well put together and far more presentable than you, handing you a cup of shitty restaurant tea she always buys. It's terrible and comforting, reminiscent of the rain splashing down upon your skin.
"Hi, Jeewon." Your voice is uncharacteristically deep and tired, taking a sip of the boiling liquid and burning yourself without hindsight.
"Morning! It's winter break and you know what that means!" She's got enough energy to power you, her, the entire fucking school and Tokyo square. "I get to ruin my sleep-schedule!"
"Fantastic." You yawn, her power is overwhelming and makes you even sleepier. Though her happiness is undeniably contagious, infecting you without warning. "Planning to do anything cool with that?"
"Of course, I'm going to 100% every game and I'm going to finally start making more music and I'm going to-" She's rambling into a blur, every word successively becoming more confusing than the last. "So yeah, I'm also planning to hang out with you as much as you'll entertain me."
"I'm here, of course I plan to entertain you." You take another sip of the tea, cooled down or perhaps your receptors are too pained to notice it. "But it's nice to see you, wish it was slightly later but oh well."
"Couldn't do that, I'm going to crash after this and not wake up again till 2pm and then that'd be too long without hanging out."
"Fair enough, so hows the music going?" You ask and turn around, pushing yourself very uncomfortably into the stiff wood of the bench and sitting down. "Managed to include any banger lines yet?"
"You are cool and all, but I can't include 'and I fucked you like a cheesecake factory bill' in a love song.'" She sighs, "How do you even know what that costs?"
"Thought it'd be funny…" Jeewon shrugs and drinks. The wind was sweeping her short hair somehow. "At least you're making progress."
"Yeah, it's been pretty nice. Stupid fucking college."
You two sit in comforting silence, watching the paths in hope for people to be your early morning entertainment. A jogger here and there but nothing exactly thrilling. The trees are deader than a Le Sserafim come back these days so not even they are worth looking at.
Jeewon breaks the quietness you had slipped into. "I was wondering, if you'd care to come to a trampoline park with me next week?"
"A trampoline park? Hell fucking yeah that sounds sick."
"Thought so, I'll message you the stuff to know. Thanks, I didn't want to have to go alone."
Day 5.
"This is fucking awesome." It's a sentence that is equally null and void to this tangent next to it, bouncy walls and bouncy floors everywhere. Just waiting for you two to go 'boing boing' and trampoline all over the place.
"And we got the place to ourselves essentially! Fuck yeah, score." Jeewon's already kilometres ahead of you, wearing the finest psych-patient socks the establishment could provide. Still in a hoodie as the very concept of her not wearing one seems to be impossible. "Race you to the foam pit."
"You're on!"
The sprint felt strangely nostalgic, narrowly missing the door closing into your side from where Jeewon barely gave it enough room to open. You took the opportunity to use the trampolines as launch pads, throwing yourself forward as the gap between the two of you became paper thin.
She went down, you went up. Both so close yet so far, "How the f-" She cut herself off, diving forward into the foam. Barely edging you out.
"Loser!"
"damn, cheater." You grumble, diving into the foam prison. These places always suck, heavy and tight on your body that's next to impossible to traverse through. Part of it's charm for when you feel like cosplaying being a fish out of water.
"I did not!" She wades her way through the thick blocks of multi-coloured despair, lunging forward to close the distance between the two of you. She's hitting you with that same fucking smile. The one that pulls at your heartstrings in a way it really shouldn't for two friends.
Maybe unpacking it would be wise, y'know. Your emotions feel like they are protected by some glass taped together by uncertainty.
"You were half way out the door!"
"And you should have been faster!" Jeewon's now being the pinnacle of maturity, throwing blocks at you which you have to block with your hands. Quickly you defend yourself, grabbing your own shield and chucking it. Sparks fly as the blocks collide and nullify each other.
"Nuh uh!"
"Yuh huh!"
You and Jeewon are truly philosophers in the sense neither of you are going to quit and that there's an infinite amount of objects to throw at each other. Neither of you tire out as you debate ceaselessly.
After that debacle you two get out of the deep ocean. "Get ready dork…" Jeewon goes for the sucker-push, getting your ass with the element of surprise and throwing you against a wall trampoline. The move backfiring rapidly with your full force body flying towards her like a cannonball.
The position is certainly compromising, your weight blocks Jeewon from getting up and you two are pushed to be inches together, her lips far too close to yours and her soft breath on your cheek. In a flash you jump upwards, scrambling to create any sort of distance. She's as red as a Red Target Sphere and you are redder than a subscribe button.
"Err…" You stutter, she stutters and immediately starts bouncing on the nearby trampolines, doing tricks. "Let's bounce!"
Bounce indeed.
You two bounce back in a way and keep it moving, though all you can think of is her. The trampolines are still very fun though.
December 25th.
There's a constant between you and Jeewon. It's that you two always end up alone at christmas somehow, for as long as you can remember you two have spent the day together simply because there's nobody else to spend it with.
It's a duo that works, some dr & pepper shit.
"Like it?" Jeewon's gone all out on the Christmas theatrics this year, getting paid before instead of after has paid dividends. It's extra festive, there's tinsel everywhere and the radiators are cranked up a mile high to create a toasty atmosphere.
Then there's all the food, obviously… there's not that much for a family but the two of you? Fucking hell.
Committing gluttony today.
It's all seductively laid out on the table, practically begging for you two. It looks familiar, did she do this last year? You don't think so, eh you are starting to get used to the constant weirdness.
"It's pretty impressive, even got leftovers for the next year." You remark. She huffs and points at the lights, very bright and luminous. Aesthetic and all.
"I'm glad you're here again." Jeewon says with uncharacteristic seriousness, she always has some semblance of a jump. "Truly…"
You let the words linger, because you don't want to say anything that's compromising to the mood. Just stare at the four tubs of chocolate posed like a shoe commercial on the table. Jeewon jumps to her phone. "Anyways! Let's get this party started."
It's not a surprise that she played non-festive music. She hears it all day everyday since Halloween, the moment they throw spookiness to the wind and embrace the chill of capitalism. Hearing her apple-music playlist come on fills you with nostalgic, deja vu. Whatever, it's not like she changes it.
"Oh yeah, hot chocolate! I bought marshmallows." Jeewon ran to the kitchen, the whiplash she gave you. You follow behind, zoning out slightly. Fuck.
That's what you think.
It's hard to avoid now, you like her. More than like. The trampoline park added to it, the stuff in between and now here. To confront it would be idiotic, but to deny it would be more so.
Hot chocolate first.
She's a real hot chocolate master, a creator even. Pulling out her sauce pan and filling it with all sorts of bullshittt, you've counted fifteen ingredients but you dare not figure out what they were. There's at least milk, probably oat knowing her.
Wait, can you heat oat milk?
Probably.
"So… honey?" She asks.
"Yes? Oh you mean the food, no thanks." You jab a joke to gauge her reaction, staring at the blush on her cheeks that matches the sunrise you saw meeting her for the first time this break.
Damn you are horrendously bad.
"Aish, of course I… never mind." She adds the honey to her own cup, pouring the hot chocolate in on top of it and stirring it in carefully. Before handing yours over. "Bottoms up."
"We aren't getting drunk y'know."
"Unfortunately." There's that seriousness again, you take a sip like it's vodka and ponder your next action. Playing a game of chess in your head, and holy shit are you bad at chess. It takes 67 minutes to make your move (or more accurately 15 seconds)
"Something's bothering you." Captain obvious over here, but being direct gives you the look you were waiting for. A small widen, a tighter grip on her cup. Confrontation, at last.
"Nope, I'm peachy." Her eyes don't meet yours.
"Jeewon."
"Peachy okay!" You put your cup down, pry a bit further.
"Clearly not."
She places her cup next to yours, before jumping you. Hugging you so tightly that you can barely breathe, you hold her there and let Jeewon express what she wants.
"Listen." She says.
You do.
Hours have passed and hey, a resolution was met. She confessed, you confessed, sat there awkwardly and now somehow you've made it to this point.
"Theres no mistletoe, where can we even kiss?" Jeewon's giggling, fingers between her lips. They look so plump, adorable and there's not enough distance to stop you from advancing. Tilting her chin up and pressing your lips lightly against hers. Jeewon parts and let your tongue slide in, the hot chocolate indulged in a few minutes ago still lingers.
Sweet, just like her.
Familiar, just like everything.
She kisses back with hunger, putting her hands on the back of your neck and forcing you deeper. You don't shy away, tongues battling to express affection to the other. The fondness that bought you two together and the curiosity that will make you go further.
"Well I think we will make do." You are also giggling, pulled away but her lower lip still brushes faintly against yours. "Especially when the fire is oh so delightful."
"Fire's an interesting name for an electric heater." She dives back in for another kiss, pushing you backwards into the cozy sofa pillows draped with the blanket she was resting on earlier. Jeewon's on top of you in a way that makes your head spin. Her oversized hoodie hugging her body so loosely, makes it so cute. So adorable.
She goes in for another kiss, accidentally bumping her head against yours. The recoil backwards didn't stop you from connecting the dots, her lips back on yours. If this is what love feels like, however vaguely familiar and totally foreign it is.
You want more.
"Such a good kisser…" Jeewon purrs, grinding against your crotch by pure instinct. "Need you upstairs, my bed…"
As soon as her instructions are uttered, you lift her to her feet. Tugging at her hand as you two run up the stairs like a couple who's discovered love for the first time.
Wait…
"Is this okay?" You ask with all the rationality you have left, "Like truly…"
"Of course, I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want it." It's from her heart, from her soul. You've truly found someone special, someone made for you.
And you've known that all along.
"Is this the first time I've seen you not in a hoodie?" You jest, lifting it up off of her body. It's certainly a sight, you should have seen Jeewon's collarbone once before making love and confessing to each other but… stuff happens.
"Yep! That's how you know I love ya!" She's truly blushing as her shirt follows suit, it's quite a lot seeing your newfound girlfriend in nothing but a bra. You fall deeper than you had before, trying to push away that weird sense that you've seen this in a previous point in time for tonight.
"You are so pretty…" You mutter to yourself, unable to stop capturing her in another kiss. She's insistent to make you match her state of undress, fighting against the fabric of your shirt in between your lips crashing together. It's sloppy and not well practiced, with enough passion to overwhelm even the most stone-protected hearts.
There you two stand, naked and in each other's company. She can't help herself, hand impulsively reaching down and touching your cock. Her hand's warmer than the already stuffy room, "You are hard…"
"Can't help it." You buck into her grip, heads still touching as every word are mild whispers. "You are just perfect."
"Get me on the bed if I'm so perfect." She commands softly, you get the picture. 'pushing' her onto her bed. You climb on next to her, hand running up her plush leg, every inch of skin soft and beatific. "I don't really know where we go from here."
"Are you a virgin?" You ask before doing anything rash, she shakes her head.
"Nope, but they had a clue unlike us." She sighs and spreads her legs slightly, that gives you a scheme.
"I've figured something out." You worm your way in between her legs, leaving tender kisses on every inch of her inner thighs. Enjoying the twitches and exhales as you move closer and closer to her core, you've taken too much time to get to this stage in your relationship. But a bit more teasing won't hurt, kissing everywhere around where she wants.
"I've waited too long, just do it– please." Well if she's being polite, why delay your own gratification? You take your first lick of Jeewon's slit, everything familiar and unfamiliar merging into one. From the first moan you elicit you can't get enough, shyness and worries erode as you put your focus onto making sure she feels good and loved.
"Perfect." Long tongue strokes follow your praise, hands holding onto her hips to keep her steady. It's intoxicating in the most positive sense of the word, you get braver, speeding up. The sudden hitch in volume is what you live for, her taste coating your tongue as you devour her.
"Fu-fuck!" Jeewon lets out the hottest moan when one hand releases its grip to circle her clit with its thumb, you don't say anything. Can't, Jeewon's hands have you locked against her, refusing to let up. It's an action that doesn't need resolution, you are perfectly content to drown in her if that's what she desires.
"Keep going like that, baby…" The nickname makes your heartthrob, you keep flicking your tongue against her. Going again and again, the drops of her arousal on your cheeks grow into shallow stains from how she grinds against your face.
"That's so fucking good!" She's dissolving quickly, turning into a puddle like the one between her legs. "I, I've not felt this good!"
You tongue-fuck her incessantly, too wired and horned up to do anything but push her to the most mindboggling orgasm possible. Jeewon gets louder and louder, short of breath and so close to the edge.
A few moments later and she suffocates you with her cunt, holding you in drenched heaven as she screams out something indescribable. Her nails scratching your head and her feet hitting you in the back while she's overcum with pleasure.
When Jeewon lets you free she's hazed out and already clearly had a toll taken on her, breathing heavily. Though that doesn't deter her, opening her eyes with the same needy expression as before. Darker, you fear for yourself for a moment.
"I need you inside me." It's blunt, hard to argue with. "Now, condoms are in my drawers." You scramble as she gets up, finding them with ease. She takes them from you, opening one on and hastily covering your shaft with it.
"Ready?" You ask, she pushes you back.
"I'm riding you." The assertion surprises you, but she straddles your shaft, rubbing your tip against her soaked folds and it's hard going to object.
"Be careful." She's already lowering herself, slowly her body invites you inside. Inches disappearing into Jeewon's warmth and a loud, lovestricken moan binding you two. She takes as much as she can, relaxing as you really appreciate your new girlfriend's body.
"Fuck… that's nice." She says, you parrot. Jeewon lingers until she's ready and then she starts moving, the bliss is euphoric from the first second. Time freezing into a still moment, all there is you and her. Appreciating, loving, longing.
"We need to make love more often." You moan at her words, having the best view ever. It puts the last one to shame and that was already enough to make you fall head over heels. Her body moving up and down, her tits jiggling and swaying to catch your eyes. Fighting for attention with how pretty she looks, mouth agape to let out a stream of gorgeous moans.
"Fuck yeah we do– don't make it stop." She bounces faster, harder– able to see the tensing of her thighs while watching her hole swallow you whole. The condom glistening in the light.
"I love you, love this." She praises, unable to stop herself and you appreciate it all the same. Neither of you can stop talking, it's all devoid of substance while being fuller than life itself. Able to off put the rooms overpowering heat, making you and Jeewon coated in sweat.
Jeewon keeps riding, your hands have explored every inch of her body. Feeling the soft and pillowy flesh of her ass all the way up to her cheeks. Your cock is being smothered by her walls, squeezing the life out of you. She's so tight, so wet, so perfect.
Perfect, you've said that a lot– and you keep repeating it.
It's something that is very much needed to be said.
Minutes pass, the position's changed now. You are on top of her, pounding her with all the loving affection you have as you kiss each other roughly. Both so close to the climax, the finale of this very perfect night.
"Fuck! Please, please I'm so close!" She manages to get out albeit muffled between pecks, you slam your hips at the same rhythm, keeping it going. You won't and can't stop, chasing a high for the both of you. The fuse has nearly run out, just a few moments longer.
"Me too!" You groan, the sound of wet skin filling the room.
"Cum with me, please, cum with me!" She pleads and her entire body locks stiff as she squeezes around you hard. Her desire forces you to unload, spilling into the condom as your eyes screw shut. Holding each other close, feeling each others warmth and passion.
Time unfreezes, you stay there buried inside of her as you soften. Dragging out the moment of your first time for as long as possible. If only it would never end. Alas, it does and you pull out. Throwing the condom into Jeewon's bin for later you.
"Mmh, that was really nice baby." She sounds drained, kissing your collarbone. "The bathroom's so far away."
"I'll carry you, if that's what you want."
"Such a loving boyfriend already." Jeewon smiles. "But, I didn't get to return the favour– didn't get to taste your load. That's not very nice."
"There's always next time." It doesn't seem like she's particularly fond of that idea, inches away from your no longer erect shaft. Giving one overstimulated lick.
"Or– there's now, let me suck you off?" She looks up at you with those fucking eyes, impossible to reset.
Not that you try very hard.
Last night of winter break.
Jeewon's hugging onto your arm, walking slowly alongside you on the cold night asphalt. Neon fluorescent lights adorn the sidewalks, lighting your path home. There's a lingering fondness, a lingering worry that fights each other.
You want to enjoy this moment, you are trying.
Something gnaws, that deja vu. It's been tormenting you constantly, it's too long, too consistent. Was last year so similar it feels like this?
Eugh.
"This has been really nice…" Jeewon tugs on your arm, pulling you away from leaving long before you've made it to her home. "I mean all of it, not just today. This entire break has been perfect."
"Yeah, it really has." You can't conceal all of the sadness in your voice, it's going to get busy again. The late nights spent in each others arms cuddling and making out like the world didn't exist were going to have to wait. Those early mornings weren't possible, Jeewon wouldn't be awake. You wouldn't be able to be convinced. No matter how much you savoured the time you had.
It will always march on.
"I've said it a lot recently, but being able to make my crush my boyfriend has been… pretty fucking sweet." She accidentally steps in a puddle, water riding up the patch of skin where your clothes had ridden up. The hiss sobering.
"Bet it doesn't compare to making your crush your girlfriend."
"Maybe, maybe not. I'm pretty awesome, but… Seriously. My songs, those stupid vapid love songs I didn't have a scapegoat for. I do now, I have someone so perfect, so hot and funny to actually base it off." You two come to a stop for a second, Jeewon pulling away to kiss you.
You've come to a realisation, one that required a couple hundred goes to find out.
Jeewon is an incredible kisser.
When she pulls away the blush on her cheeks are so vibrant even in the dark, god shes so cute. "Sorry about the cheesecake factory line not getting included."
"It's okay, it's a shame tomorrow is so soon."
"Soon? It's midnight. We should have been in bed hours ago." You give her one long hug, her body a puzzle piece that matches perfect with yours. It feels so right.
"I don't want this night to end." You sigh, the tension feels harrowing.
"Me neither." She pries away regrettably, backing upwards towards the road. "It's okay though, we'll see each other tomorrow!"
She begins to cross as you say goodbye, then you see it. Sense it. That light, you turn to the left and a car is speeding its way down the street without a care in the world. Your body reacts on pure instinct"Shit! Jeewon!"
Time freezes as you run onto the street, desperately trying to get to her.
The car is close.
You are closer.
Theres a lunge, a shocked expression as Jeewon gets sent to the floor. The car crashes into your body full force, metal attacking bone.
The world goes dark with a blood-curdling scream.
The sky is still dark when you wake up.
Doodoo, doodoo.
Jeewon.
Shit.
It's time to meet her.
has your own works been referenced by other writer/authors in their stories? likewise, which authors/stories have you referenced in your own work?
referenced? I'm not entirely sure, there's mascar's rei tribute which I think counts, and if we wanna really stat pad. Me and bunn are credited for a lot of the recent loona fics (love you all btw thanks cuties)
Actual references? I can't think of any, I use a lot of my fellow writers fics as writing references. Namely Professionally Unprofessional if I need something to spark the writing dialogue part of my brain. But I can't think of any exact ones
and no putting Okay's name in a chaewon BFH doesn't count
thx for the ask
WHATTTTTTTT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
latency girls' favourite sex positions?
A latency ask? holyyyy shit this is like a gold scar
Heeyeon - She's like the most vanilla seeming member of latency, shy and all. So missionary in her bed with some music running in the background. Night time of course.
zzone/Jeewon - She's like the opposite of Heeyeon in the sense she's definintely an eccentric, very bubbly and kinda loud. Life of the party type vibes.
So riding, one because of the aforementioned things. And two because she got big boobs so, jiggle :)
Haeun - Similar to Heeyeon in that she's pretty vanilla leaning, but I think that comes out less during sex and she's more of a go with the punches sorta woman. Doesn't have it set in stone because her mind changes a lot, maybe something to do with her hands because keyboardist.
Hyunjin - Anything, as long as it has a mirror she can see. She's the ultimate self appreciation queen and if she can see herself and how hard she's worked she gets off on that. The position barely matters, though every position that gives her the best angle of that.
Yeah that's what she's into and thats what she wants.
Semi - A lot of the images I've seen of her, alongside her personality makes me fully convinced Latency has adopted a second Choerry and that can only mean one thing.
at the risk of summoning a particular asker... Mating press, because it's just Choerry, again.
ps - stream Latency, stan Latency and thank you for the Latency ask, feel free to come again soon :)
how often does yeojin take vivi with her on threesomes?
about 66% of the time, because everytime Yeojin is about to hook up with a stranger/partner/another member she rolls a three sided custom die that says 'call vivi' 'call vivi but with more neediness' or 'don't call vivi'
though realistically she'll probably knock it if it lands on the latter.
look at her and tell me you wouldn't do the same fr fr
^ would kiss, maybe a bit more than that... but that's an ask for another day
ᘏᘏ ⭐⭐thirsty sexy bunn star thursdays saturdays
Reader x Yves (Ha Sooyoung)
Apples grow on trees.
Now, granted– Yves is not an apple, but she's also on a tree right now. Her idea, your idea. Who cares, who remembers. You were driving, then you weren't driving. She wasn't on a tree, then she was.
You weren't on a tree, you are now though. It's a bit of a precarious balancing act, your hoodies acting as the only blanket making the thick branch you two are sat on not rough and coarse.
"Fuck thats it!" Yves yells far too loudly, luckily the only people out and on the road at this time either have their windows closed or their music too loud. Unable to hear how the girl on the tree is getting her apple devoured, juicy and tasty.
Stuff like this isn't on your bucket list, because stuff like this shouldn't be conceived. Regardless, Yves holds onto the trees as you hold onto her thighs. Safety be damned, your tongue flicks and licks. The two lovers in a tree impossibly turned on.
The noises she makes aren't comphrensible, just fueled by your incessant and desperate devouring of her cunt. It's an addiction akin to straight up drugs, the whole package– her taste, her scent, the screaming moans of pleasure. Maybe you'll shoutout whoever came up with this idea.
It's worth it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She swears like a sailor and that's how you know your wonderful girlfriend is getting close, holding her still just in case her grip falters. With an assault on her clit and enough time she gushes all over your tongue, over the clothes used and probably into the tree itself.
"God.." She tilts slightly to the right and you tighten harder to prevent the apple falling off the tree. You let her ride out her orgasm grinding against your tongue and only when she's fully recovered do you dare to let go.
"That was incredible." She pants, you've been nothing of scaroused this entire time but. Two peas in a po-
Wrong metaphor..
"Let's get down before we fall." Is all you say, descending quickly.
Your dampened clothes are thrown into the back seat and the attempt to get into the drivers seat is blocked by a dark pupiled Yves putting her arm around you. "We might not be on the tree anymore but, I think I could still tend to your crop…"
That makes no sense, but she's already bending you backwards against the car, makes it sort of hard to object.
Writing something proper would have been fun if i had much motivation for that, hope you enjoy my silly april fools day thing
