Hey , just wanted to say that i love every your work 🥰 do u take a request? If u dont i understand, but if yes i would to request fluff/smut girlfriend Wonyoung. Hope u can reconsider this.
Hiatus
IVE Wonyoung x M!Reader (Male OC's Wonwoo)
The door code beeped twice before the lock clicked open. I already knew it was her. Nobody else had the numbers.
Wonyoung stepped inside still wearing the same black stage outfit from the encore—cropped jacket half-unzipped, high-waisted pants that clung to her long legs, hair slightly damp at the temples from the lights. The second the door shut behind her she dropped her bag, toed off her shoes, and walked straight into my arms. I caught her easily, one hand sliding under the jacket to the warm skin of her lower back. (Photo not connected to story)
“Missed you,” she mumbled against my neck, voice still a little hoarse from singing.
“Missed you more.” I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the mix of her perfume and the faint smell of stage makeup. “How long do we have?”
“Three days before the next schedule. Manager thinks I’m at my parents’.” She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes tired but soft. “Hiatus starts now, Wonwoo. No cameras. No schedules. Just us.”
I cupped her face and kissed her properly. Slow at first, tasting the cherry balm she always wore on stage, then deeper when she opened for me. Her hands found the hem of my shirt and slid underneath, palms flat against my stomach. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant traffic far below. Perfect.
I walked her backward toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss. She laughed once against my mouth when the backs of her knees hit the mattress, the sound light and private. I tugged the jacket off her shoulders, then the thin top underneath. Her bra was black lace, already slightly damp between her breasts from the long night. I unhooked it and let it fall. Wonyoung’s nipples were already tight. I cupped both soft mounds, thumbs brushing the peaks, and watched her eyelids flutter.
“Daddy,” she whispered, the word small and practiced. It still sent heat straight down my spine every time.
“Yeah, baby?” I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, then harder when her fingers threaded into my hair. She arched into me. I switched to the other side, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. My hand slid down the flat plane of her stomach and into her pants. No panties. Just smooth, warm skin and the slick heat between her legs. She was already wet. I dragged two fingers through her folds and circled her clit slowly.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Been thinking about this all night?”
She nodded, cheeks pink. “During the last song. Couldn’t stop.”
I pushed her pants the rest of the way down. She stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed on her knees, looking back at me over her shoulder. Long dark hair spilled down her back. I stripped quickly—shirt, sweats, everything—and joined her. My cock was already hard, heavy against my stomach. Wonyoung reached back and wrapped her fingers around it, giving a slow stroke that made my breath catch.
“Want me to take care of you first?” she asked, voice soft.
“No. You first. Always you first.”
I laid her on her back and settled between her thighs. The first long lick from entrance to clit made her hips twitch. She tasted clean and sweet, a little salty from the stage. I flattened my tongue and dragged it over her again, slower, then focused on her clit—soft circles, then firmer suction. Two fingers slid inside easily. She was tight and hot, walls already fluttering. I curled them upward the way she liked and kept licking.
Wonyoung’s hands fisted in the sheets. “Wonwoo—Daddy—right there—”
I hummed against her and kept the same rhythm. Her thighs started to tremble around my head. I sucked harder on her clit and pumped my fingers deeper. She came with a sharp cry, back arching off the mattress, a sudden rush of fluid spilling over my tongue and chin. I stayed with her through it, licking softer until the shaking eased. Then I did it again—slower this time, building her back up until a second orgasm hit even harder. She squirted in short, powerful pulses that soaked the sheets beneath us. Her voice broke on my name.
I crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself. She moaned into it, hands sliding down to wrap around my cock again. This time I let her. She stroked me slowly, thumb spreading the precum at the tip, while I kissed along her jaw and down her throat.
“My turn?” she whispered.
I nodded and rolled onto my back. Wonyoung moved between my legs without hesitation. She licked a long stripe up the underside of my cock, then took the head into her mouth. Warm, wet heat closed around me. She bobbed slowly at first, tongue swirling, then deeper until I felt the back of her throat. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take; the other cupped my balls gently. I brushed her hair back so I could watch—those familiar eyes looking up at me while her lips stretched around my shaft.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good.”
She hummed and took me deeper. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. I let her work for a few minutes, hips twitching up into her throat, before I gently pulled her off. A thin string of spit connected her bottom lip to the tip of my cock. She wiped it with the back of her hand and smiled, soft and a little shy even after everything we’d done.
“Want you inside,” she said.
I sat up, pulled her into my lap so she straddled me, and guided myself to her entrance. She sank down slowly, taking every inch until I was buried to the hilt. We both exhaled at the same time. She was still so tight and wet from earlier. I held her hips and let her adjust, kissing her collarbone, the soft underside of her jaw.
“Move whenever you’re ready,” I murmured.
She started rolling her hips in slow circles. I met her with shallow thrusts, hands sliding up her back to hold her close. The position let me feel everything—the way her walls gripped me, the soft bounce of her tits against my chest, the quiet little sounds she made every time I bottomed out. I reached between us and rubbed her clit with my thumb in tight circles. Her rhythm stuttered.
“Daddy— I’m gonna—”
“Come for me. I’ve got you.”
She came again, forehead pressed to my shoulder, body shaking as her pussy clenched around me in rhythmic pulses. I kept thrusting through it, slower now, until the aftershocks faded. Then I tipped her onto her back without pulling out and settled between her thighs. Deeper angle. I hooked one of her legs over my arm and started fucking her properly—steady, deep strokes that made the headboard tap lightly against the wall.
Wonyoung’s hands gripped my shoulders. “Harder. Please.”
I gave it to her. The wet slap of skin, the soft broken moans she tried to keep quiet, the way her eyes stayed locked on mine—everything felt sharper after weeks of only seeing each other through screens and hurried backstage kisses. I leaned down and kissed her while I thrust, swallowing the sounds she made.
When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and slid back in from behind. One hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. She pushed back to meet every stroke. The new angle made her even louder. I watched the way her ass moved, the way my cock disappeared into her over and over, shiny with her wetness.
“Gonna fill you up,” I told her, voice rough. “Want it?”
“Yes— Daddy, yes— inside—”
I buried myself deep and came hard, pulsing thick ropes straight into her. She clenched around me through it, moaning my name. I stayed there for a long moment, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, breathing hard. When I finally pulled out a slow trickle of white followed, sliding down her inner thigh. I gathered some on my fingers and brought it to her mouth. She licked them clean without being asked, eyes half-lidded.
We didn’t stop.
I lay back and pulled her on top again. She rode me slow this time, hands braced on my chest, hair falling around her face. I watched every movement—the way her stomach flexed, the soft bounce of her tits, the wet shine of where we were joined. When she got tired I took over, hands on her hips, thrusting up into her until she came a fourth time, quieter but longer, body folding forward against me.
Later I had her on her side, one leg hooked over my hip, fucking her slow and deep while I kissed the back of her neck and whispered every filthy soft thing I could think of. She came again with my fingers on her clit, squirting in weaker pulses that soaked both of us. I followed soon after, filling her a second time.
We cleaned up in the shower together—lazy soaping, more kissing, my hands roaming over every inch of her under the warm water. Back in bed she curled against my chest, one leg thrown over mine, fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin.
“Three whole days,” she murmured, already half-asleep. “No schedules. No one knowing.”
I kissed her forehead. “Just us.”
She hummed, content. Outside the city kept moving, but inside the apartment everything was quiet and warm and ours. I held her tighter and closed my eyes, already planning how many more times I could make her come before morning.
— with your girlfriend being all over the place, you find yourself given the golden opportunity to present an idea that's impossible for yujin to reject: giving up control...
word count: 4.9k.
pairing: sub!g!p!ahn yujin x mean dom!idol!reader.
contains: bondage, edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, humiliation kink, degradation, sadomasochism, slapping (like once, lol), painslut!yujin bcs i said so, yujin is sometimes called/referred to as a “boy” and “dog”.
a/n: yes, i got inspired by the madison beer song. yes, this is basically an expanded version of this yujin drabble i did a while back. and yes, this is yet another yujin fic (and my first g!p fic! ofc it had to be yujin lmao) BECAUSEEE... *drumroll* ... i'm releasing a fic for every member to make up for my absence!! now, this plan was supposed to be a lot more grand where i would post a member's fic every week but uh, i got too excited and posted the last yujin fic immediately so now i'm going slow and steady lol 😆😅 so! first up is yujin then the 10 people who are here for my gaeul things will be fed next and so on and so forth! 🤭🥰 very exciting things coming up!
“—just… please don’t take too long and good god, stay away from the eyes of the onlookers this time! i can’t deal with another scandal, (y/n)!”
you waved your manager off dismissively with a lazy smile before disappearing behind a metal door, the lock clicking behind you as you stepped on the pavement outside. now that you were free from the chatter and shuffling feet, you could finally hear the patter of raindrops hitting the concrete ground. there was a cold breeze that met your face as you made your way towards a quiet, unseen corner of the building and fortunately, your grey and blue flannel was just warm enough for you to appreciate the wind instead of turning away from it.
you looked around for prying eyes and wandering strangers; there was none of either kind.
“no scandal today, i guess.” you muttered before pulling out a lighter and a half-empty pack of cigarettes from your pockets. you were going through those packs faster than usual these days, which was a big cause for concern for anybody who knew you but yourself. you’ve been worse before! one and a half packs every two days was nothing!
you stood still in that corner for a few blissful minutes, quietly inhaling and exhaling as you listened to the rain. you noticed that it didn’t look like it was letting up any time soon and you dreaded the possibility of having to perform for a crowd in this music festival wearing raincoats and plastic boots.
whatever. maybe your members will look funny enough that you’d be willing to go for it.
“i sure hope you’re not planning on kissing me with that mouth.”
your hand pauses midair just before your cigarette reaches your lips. your eyes flight over to another door where a certain someone was leaning against with a sly smile on her handsome face. yujin, your yujin, grins as you notice her, “hey there, baby girl.” she said. you mirror her smile and hurried over to her without wasting any more time, letting yourself inside her open arms.
by dumb luck, your girlfriend’s group was also performing at the music festival your group was headlining. of course, the two of you hadn’t been apart for too long with you being an expert on knowing when and how to make time for yujin and yujin never letting anything stop her from being with you, but seeing her unplanned was always a nice feeling.
a shame you can’t do much when not behind closed doors. except for a hug, which you were doing right now. now anybody that happens to be looking is seeing the nationwide-famous ahn yujin who is very, very good friends with the cool, mysterious (y/n). while hugging her, though, you snuck a kiss on her cheek, and you even had your hands linger a second longer before separating, making yujin a blushing, giddy mess.
having to put a respectable distance between the two of you was the hardest thing to do. you’re usually all over her: hugging her, touching her, kissing her… but of course, you have to be… ‘professional’. she is your senior by a few years! something you like to hold over her head during… certain moments.
“i can’t believe we’re headlining instead of ive. what the hell are the coordinators thinking?” you said, leaning back up against the wall and snuggling up to your flannel when a gust of wind passes by. well, it was yujin’s flannel. nobody has seemed to clued in that it’s the very same flannel that yujin used to regularly wear. used to because you’d stolen it from her closet, claiming that it was your ‘girlfriend rights’.
“we’re kind of a last-minute addition, that’s probably why. our managers saw us not really doing anything for a while and thought to just throw us in here for fun,” yujin smiles, eyeing you up and down. it can’t be any more obvious that she was liking you wearing her clothes just a bit too much. “lucky me, honestly.”
you lovingly rolled your eyes, “yeah, right.”
“no, seriously! if you guys are performing that song… the one where you’re wearing leather all over? fuck.”
for the next few minutes, that usually quiet corner was filled with laughter as you and yujin chat the downtime away. you told her about your recent endeavours lately, how your group’s sudden popularity this comeback was a nice surprise, how lovely it was to see your girls so eager to perform and do their idol work now that they know they have the world’s attention, how you yourself have gotten quite a few solo activities that made it possible for you to branch out more into the industry, and a whole lot of other things.
yujin had listened intently the entire time, with her mouth half open with wonder and her eyes filled with admiration for your passion. you felt quite flattered having all of her attention. you even had to look away at one point when your heart picked up its pace just looking into yujin’s eyes. you were such a lovergirl, it was almost embarrassing.
yujin shared some of what she and her group had been up to as well. she had hoped to be on a longer break after completing such a demanding world tour but after finding out that your group’s promotions would overlap her own, she was more than happy to get back to work just for that slim chance of seeing you in those music shows. being the ahn yujin, of course she would be the busiest person in the world. she always texts you in the middle of whatever activity she was in the middle of; she would whine about how she wanted to go home and sleep, or how she wanted to be with you and cuddle until midnight. you comforted her, saying that soon enough, the two of you would be able to have a few days with each other again.
at one point, the two of you just listened to the soft patter of the rain. you put your head on yujin’s shoulder now that you have finished your cigarette. she held your hand, caressing the back of it with her thumb and occasionally putting it up to her lips and giving it a kiss. when she did it for the fourth time, you turned your head, cupped her cheek with your free hand and kissed her. you didn’t really care if anybody saw you—the desire to feel your girlfriend’s lips on your own was greater than wanting to be hidden from people being nosy.
still though, yujin grabbed your waist and moved the two of you in a more hidden spot. when pulled away slightly, you were able to see how yujin really looked with her tired, sleepy eyes and her leaning into you for support more than anything.
“oh, honey… tired?”
“exhausted. i wasn’t able to sleep much before coming here,” yujin puts her forehead against yours. “because… i missed you. i had to put myself to sleep to stop thinking about you… but you were in my dreams. you wanna guess why i texted you about being in the bathroom first thing in the morning today?” yujin slides her hand down the back pockets of your jeans, cupping your ass and squeezing lightly.
“not to get ready early, huh?” you asked, grinning because you knew where this was going. yujin pulls you into her so the two of you would be hip-to-hip close, and she leans down, her lips more than ready for yours once again but you back away just slightly. this surprises and, truthfully, irritates yujin but she keeps her cool, staring at you with an inquisitive look. you had a smirk on your face—a smirk that could mean a million things in this current situation but yujin knows the reason: you had just found leverage.
“what?” yujin, being the horny mess that she currently was, was only staring at your lips. god, you could see how much she wanted to devour you but of course, she can’t do that. not outside, and certainly not without your permission. your very special permission, because yujin doesn’t usually fuck you—she makes love to you and as cheesy as it sounds, the distinction matters to her. right now though? she very much wants to do the former. all it takes was a simple nod to you and she would be dragging you into some very, very secluded bathroom and have her way.
but you decided that you weren’t going to make that happen.
desperation was very rare with yujin. you were completely head-over-heels in love with her so most of the time whatever she wanted to do, you were game without much protest. during the rare times you were the one in the lead, however, yujin was the most adorable thing on the planet. so careful with her words, so sweet, and so, so obedient—just the way you like it. but right now, that didn’t feel like it could satisfy you. you were a horny mess too and you wanted something new. something neither of you have experienced and had done before. perhaps something wicked, with you in charge. completely.
“what do you think… about me taking care of you tonight?” you asked. you looked up at yujin with innocent, loving eyes but she can see beyond that. she can see bits and pieces of your grand plan, and she likes it. but she truly does not know what she is signing up for.
“i’d love that—”
you cut her off immediately, “yeah, good. but you’d submit to me. do as i say, and don’t disobey. the only thing you need to do is say “yes, baby”. is that something you’d like to do for me?” you start twirling the ends of her hair on your fingers. yujin had to admit that this sudden surge of confidence made you sexier than ever but she was also scared. well, horny-scared. she had never been completely at your mercy. sure, when you’d lead, you would play with her head sometimes but that was… that’s nothing! that’s just… playing! teasing! whatever! this thing that you were suggesting? it was something yujin had never done with anyone! not with you, not with her partner before you, and not with any of her partners before that!
which was why she was so fucking excited to say, “yes, baby.”
satisfied, you gave her a peck on the lips, “good boy.” jesus… as if yujin couldn’t get harder than she already was.
your phone starts vibrating all of a sudden and this was a very obvious sign that your manager thinks you have been gone for too long. yujin starts to pout, “...you have to go?” she asked rather cautiously. she doesn’t know whether or not the game has started and had been afraid to speak of words that aren’t “yes” and “baby”.
“sadly, yes,” you separated from your girlfriend, your mouth making a pout of its own. “i probably need to go and get ready for the performances. i’ll see you later?” you pushed yujin’s hair to her back, smiling expectantly.
“mhm,” she mutters, and then she remembers. “i-i mean… yes, baby.”
“better get used to saying that. those two will be the only words you’ll know tonight,” you boldly said before separating completely from yujin. your eyes traveled down to the tent in her pants, and you laughed, your confident facade completely dissipating. “please do something about that before anybody questions it.”
yujin didn’t have to look down to know that she was obviously very hard. she just waves you off, “i will, i will…” she mumbled, quite embarrassed at the fact that it was only your words that did this to her. gee, she wonders how the night will go. she wasn’t very confident about making it through anymore, not when you’re going to be talking to her in that voice and in such a way. nevertheless, yujin turns around and practically runs back into the building without another word. you laugh again, but you entered the building as well from the other door soon after with brand new energy.
tonight was surely going to be one interesting night.
you thought about it all day like a perverted maniac.
the internet was praising your energy during the music festival today. energy that you owed to yujin because you were just so excited to have her on her knees before you. the internet thought up lovely think pieces about how even though you’re years into your job, you still have as much passion as a rookie trying to make it out of obscurity but really, you were thinking about your girlfriend’s thick, throbbing dick in your hands.
you mindlessly walked towards your girlfriend’s apartment. even without really looking or thinking about where you were going, your feet knew exactly where to take you for nobody to see you… except the spot was counterintuitive so all it did was make things a lot more obvious. if anybody was going to sneak into the popular and totally hot ahn yujin of ive’s apartment, it was going to have to be the door behind the conspicuously placed shrubbery all over it.
but whatever. you and yujin had long since given up on concealing the fact that ‘somebody’ had been coming over her place. not a single gossip site has ever talked about it so… if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, yes?
you expertly maneuvered your way through the shrubbery and stopped right in front of the door… where yujin had been apparently behind already because as soon as she heard you, she swung that door open. she was out of breath for some reason.
“uh… did you run here?” you asked, stepping inside.
yujin nods with a bashful look on her face, “...a little, yeah.” wow. like a dog.
yujin leads you inside with her hand on yours. a show was playing on her television, but you had a feeling she hadn’t been paying it any mind judging by the mess of random things on her coffee table and the throw blanket fallen to the floor. you happily unzip your jacket and free your hair from its ponytail, throwing yourself on the soft couch while yujin heads back into the kitchen to get you some things like she always does.
“i didn’t see you after your set at the festival. where did you guys go?” you asked.
“oh, right! we had something else we needed to do. another schedule. i got to see some parts of your set though,” yujin comes back and sets down two glasses of wine and an unopened wine bottle. “you sounded amazing.”
you looked at her with a grateful smile, watching as she clumsily opened the wine bottle and poured the delicious red liquid in your glasses. eventually, she sat right next to you and the two of you watched that random show together in silence, which was rare considering you were dating who was possibly the loudest and most energetic person that you know. you had an idea as to why yujin might be suddenly silent, however. and to that, you emptied your glass with a smirk. at least she was looking forward to it.
when yujin had laid her head down on your lap, she wasn’t paying attention to the show anymore. there was only you. you, who was taking her sweet ass time getting ‘started’. you could feel her impatience radiating. it wasn’t really hard to miss anyway—this girl can’t sit still! tossing, turning, and sometimes just looking at you with a pout… it seems like patience was going to be taught tonight.
and soon, because yujin gets up, traps you in between herself and the couch and kisses you. she was so lucky you were being nice right now. you returned her kiss softly—maybe it’ll be a one time thing. you were clear with your rules, and if yujin is anything, she’s a very, very good dog.
“bad girls get punished, yuj.” you whispered in between kisses. yujin only moans. she quite liked being scolded. and something she liked just a little more is seeing you melt as she kissed you deeper. even with that tough act, you’re still putty in her hands. yujin cups your cheek and pushes your back further against the couch, and now she was sitting sideways facing you with her other hand creeping up your thigh. she doesn’t notice your hand though. the one that slid down her chest, her stomach, and stopped at her bulge.
yujin whimpers when she feels you, but she doesn’t immediately give up control. she grinds on your hand but she has the other pinned on the couch beside your head just to keep you from doing any other tricks. well, you have to admit this feels good. any other day you’d be satisfied simply doing this with yujin but today was special! so, unfortunately for yujin, you won’t let her have fun going forward.
you bit her lip, making her wince and back up. her bottom lip was bleeding slightly—she didn’t know whether to be hurt or turned on. “behave, please,” you said. yujin complied, and you smiled. you wriggled your hand out of her grip and cupped both her cheeks, kissing the blood off her lips. “sorry, baby… at least you taste nice.”
yujin laughed, and you took that as a sign of forgiveness. “you’re being weird.” she said but she kisses you anyway, with her lip still bleeding and all. the taste of blood and wine mingled in your tongues as you kissed at a much, much gentler and slower pace now. yujin was calm too, now straddling your lap with her hands in your hair. you fish around the couch for the remote of the television and turn it off, finding that the constant noise was drowning out the beautiful sounds yujin made with her mouth.
she must really want you if she wasn’t acting all tough and dominant like she usually does. it surprised you even more that she agreed to your idea in the first place. it’s not like yujin always wanted to be dominant but she had never really let you stay on top for too long either. it warmed your heart really—how she could get desperate enough to let her baby do whatever she wants. just because of that, you considered going easy on her… but where would be the fun in that? plus, if you don’t assert that kind of dominance, yujin might think that you let anything slide and that just rubbed you the wrong way!
eventually, the two of you got up and left the living room. with your lips still locked, you led her into another room. it was her ‘game’ room. it was where she would usually bring her members and do all sorts of things in it: board games, talking, drinking, giggling… anything that they can’t casually do when they’re on the clock. this, kissing and touching her, fits right into that category of things you can’t do willy-nilly, so maybe you were right with your choice of the room.
yujin was so lost in your lips that she didn’t even realize that her hands had been tied behind her lower back until she, well, realized it just a minute too late. she didn’t mind though. in fact, when you pushed her down yet another couch, she was the most turned on she had ever been.
“you’re so… excited,” you said, sitting pretty on her lap. you ran your fingers through her soft hair, then you pulled out a hair tie and tied her hair back. “kinda breaks my heart. you have no idea what i have in store for you.”
yujin doesn’t feel threatened at all. this freak. she grins, “try me.”
“trust me, i will.” you challenge her back.
it was pretty much smooth sailing from there. your kisses get hungrier as you unbuttoned her loose white shirt, your hands freely roaming her upper body: fondling her breasts, leaving nail marks on her shoulders and neck, even dipping your head down to leave hickies on her chest. and during that time, yujin was helplessly moaning in your ear. each move you made got her impossibly harder, she thought her dick was about to burst in her pants! she was only momentarily relieved when you finally put your hand on her clothed cock, squeezing and feeling gently.
“been waiting for you all day… could y—”
“you’ll wait for a lot fucking longer if you don’t play by my rules.” and then, finally, yujin shuts the fuck up. all of a sudden, it was like she hadn’t been cheeky this entire night at all. as a reward, you take her pants off, staring at her cock like you’ll swallow it whole, but you’ve got better ideas than to fully give in the what yujin wants. you’re going to take it all from her until you want her to get it all, and she’s going to have to beg. a foreign concept for her—you love it.
you grab her by the collar of her shirt, kissing her at the same deep pace as last time but now… now you’re grinding on her cock. yujin’s shoulders and arms twitched because instinctively, she would put her hands on your hips and guide you but now that she can’t do that, she was taken aback. you distracted her well enough with your kiss, shoving your tongue inside her mouth and exploring every crevice. every time you clit grazes on yujin’s cock, you would moan so beautifully and you knew it was torture for her. why, she kept whining as she bucked her hips, but you kept her still.
if you wanted a real fuck then she would’ve been untied. if you have to get it into yujin’s head that she’s only a device for tonight, then so be it.
you slid her underwear off her legs very slowly and laughed at how eager she was to get it off. you sat on the edge of the couch beside her, and you grabbed her cock, slowly moving your hand up and down and finally allowing yujin to relax in her seat. she leaned back as you go faster, head thrown back all pretty while her sounds fill up the room. you only watched intently. you really had no idea how desperate yujin had been; precum had already started leaking out of her. of course, you diligently lick that up and the feeling of your tongue on her nearly pushed yujin over the edge.
“o-ohh… fuck, (y/n)...!” yujin knew you were toying with her now. every time she tries to meet your hand, you slow down and you try to act all innocent when she looks at you, confused. now that she has caught up with you, she looks terrified.
“gonna follow the rules now, pup?” you asked, thumbing her slit as her precum continues to leak everywhere.
“good boy.” you leaned in and gave her a deep kiss on the cheek, but this only turns yujin on even more. you continue your work on her, occasionally increasing your pace to reward her obedience just a little bit but you’d always slow down before she reaches her climax. you knew yujin absolutely hated it, but it’s not like she can do anything about it with her hands all tied up. again, she was about to reach her climax but you let go, making her whine loudly. but you got up and undid your pants, then you straddled her again, sitting pretty on her cock while yujin keeps on moaning and whining. she was so red in the face, it was cute.
“p-please… please, please—”
“not allowed to say anything but those two words, remember?” you brushed some hair away from her face. you started grinding on her again but at least this time, there were less things in the way. yujin didn’t know whether to think of that as a good or bad thing. feeling the fabric of your lingerie on her cock was one thing but being so close to being inside you but not being given the chance to be on her own? god, she would rather die, honestly!
yujin moves forward, putting her head on your chest to ground herself because with all this teasing, she was starting to become delirious. okay, that was an exaggeration, she was just really desperate to cum. unfortunately, you grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at you, “you look at me when i’m making you suffer.” you said.
yujin gasps at the pain in her scalp, “ah…! y-yes… baby.” oh, how cute, now she has tears in her eyes.
finally, you pull your underwear off, “better behave, or i’ll leave you here tied up and full of cum ‘till the morning, understand?” you asked as you lined up her cock to your entrance.
“yes…! ye—yes, baby.” yujin squeezes her eyes shut as you slide her inside of you, and a tear rolls down her cheek. you moan at how much she stretched you out. so good.
“there we… g-go… there’s my baby, heh.” you start riding her, as slowly as you could to adjust to her size before following a rhythm. yujin sits still, looking up at you, tears flowing down her cheeks from pleasure and pain all at once. when you released her hair and opted to dig your nails into her back, she kissed you on your neck and chest, even beginning to move her hips to meet yours.
you watched yujin struggle against her restraints. it was heartwarming really, how much she wants to touch you. you can see the red marks on her wrists caused by how hard she tries to undo them mindlessly, you made a mental note to take care of that when you’re all finished. you grabbed yujin’s face and kissed her slowly, making your ride even better with the taste of her lips, “i need to hear you beg for me, scream my name.” you whispered. and so, yujin does. anything to make you feel like letting her cum faster.
you tighten around yujin’s cock every time she hits the deepest inside of you, and you do cum before her, much to her dismay. you held onto her for dear life, riding out your climax on her cock, but you didn’t move away once you were finished. you keep going, and it drives yujin crazy. she was fully howling into the air now and she falls back into the couch, allowing you to just ride her as you see fit. you smiled devilishly at her suffering, you couldn’t get enough of it.
“please… please, (y/n)... i-i-i’m coming… let me cum, please…!” yujin begs like you asked. she was actively sobbing for permission and truthfully, you almost felt bad… until she starts folding like you feared. “please… please, please… i-i can’t stop it, plea—”
you slap yujin. and the freak moans. “begging to cum but you like getting abused like this, huh?” you said, slapping her other cheek now. “answer.”
“yes, baby… yes.” she sobs, unable to hide pleasure from humiliation in her voice nor her eyes.
“good boy.” you say again, and oh god, it makes yujin so much worse it’s amazing.
for what seemed like forever to yujin, you kept riding her. kept denying her pleas to cum even though she has been so polite and obedient this entire time. she knows you enjoy being cruel, and if it didn’t turn her on so much, she would’ve yelled out a safe word because she truly can’t take it anymore but good god… she just loves that dark look in your eyes, and the way you bit your lip whenever she’s deep inside you. and your voice. the way you screamed her name, told her no, told her to shut up and take you, and the way your palm hits her burning cheeks just right… she can’t get enough of it all.
so, yujin obeys. she is your good boy after all.
“you’re such a good dog… i-i thought i’d have to be meaner but… you’re so, so good, baby…” you pull her up, hugging her against your chest once again. “so, come. show me how much you love me.” you whispered, caressing yujin’s hair from behind and then, yujin fills you up as promised.
she was so happy she was finally relieved, her head collapsed on your chest once she was finished. you laugh at her dramatics, threading her beautiful hair with fingers before laying both of you down onto the couch. the two of you lay there for a while, just cuddling while you whispered so many sweet nothings in her ear. you apologized for being mean, but yujin makes you laugh by being ‘angry’ that you even apologized. she gave you lots of kisses too, saying that she loved every second of this experience and she would definitely do it again… which of course, gives you ideas for the next time.
when the two of you reached a quiet period, yujin suddenly gets on top of you. now that she has regained her boundless energy, she grins at you, all excited. “i think it’s only fair for it to be my turn, no?” touché.
to this, you only had one thing to say, “yes, baby.”
[cw: pet play (i finally went there ya’ll), yujin is called and referred to as a dog, soft dom reader but you’re kinda mean anyway, humiliation kink, use of strap-ons, buttplugs, and pet accessories YAYYY!!!]
couldn’t stop thinking about this pretty boy on a leash after a chat w oomfie so.. here we go lads!
oh, the prettiest puppyboy who was hesitant to do all this dog stuff at first but eventually finds herself willingly putting on the dog ears and tail and gets on her knees for you…
see, it wasn’t anything intense at first. she didn’t even know you’d be into this stuff! neither of you did anything too crazy during sex but after The Incident™️ anything was possible! the incident being yujin giving you a damn good head that you had to moan out, “good.. good dog” and then smiled innocently when yujin paused to look up all confused… as if she didn’t just have the biggest kink find of her life!!
things took a dark turn (in a good way) from there,, you’d caress her hair and call her your pretty puppy and she’d get all these butterflies in her stomach… you’d tell her to behave and stay down like a pet owner would to their dog and she’d oblige so, so quick she wondered if she was actually a dog in her past life,, and every time she gets desperate for you, you’d always tease about her being ‘in heat’ and asking for puppies… she was so taken aback by the last one! she didn’t know her sweet and cute (y/n) can talk in such a way!!
she’s the one on her knees but you’re always the one on the bed, spread open just for your puppy to plow into you 🤤🤤 she always picks the prettiest strap-on of the bunch bcs she thinks it’s what you deserve.. and when she tells you that and you said, “you’re such a sweet doggy, aren’t you?” her fake tail could literally have been wagging with how much she liked hearing those words 😭
when you’re feeling particularly cruel, you make her crawl on all fours and the fact that you can’t actually see how humiliated she is only makes you even wetter 🫢🫢 yujin can’t say that she absolutely hates it though, after all she does keep doing it whenever you tell her to… maybe the humiliation is part of the fun for her (it is) 🤭
those damn good heads too… god she really knows how to eat pussy 😣 the kind that has you grabbing her hair and screaming her name all night long, the kind that has you grinding on her face begging for her and the kind that has you making a mess of her face… but that’s okay. yujin loves all of it 😋😋 she diligently cleans you up, even asks for more. sometimes she doesn’t ask for more and just gets more herself, that’s your favorite kind of head. the one that has her staring up at you while she eats you up, relishing at the look of pure pleasure on your face. gets her so happy when her owner feels that way cuz of her 🥰
and when you’ve got her on a leash??? that’s truly when she starts acting like an animal 😛 growling and biting—the whole shebang!! it’s almost like she can’t help herself… when she’s getting pulled by you by the neck, she just gets blinded by list and thinks that yes, she should absolutely give you her puppies!! she’s definitely sad she can’t actually do that btw, she pouts about it often.. this stupid puppy 🥺 awhen she’s misbehaving or lacking, one simple tug on her leash will get her working like a, well, dog ☺️ she never wants to disappoint you. she always wants to hear you say, “good boy” so she tries her very very hardest to please you!!
T/W This smut contains noncon/dubcon. Skip if that’s not your thing.
You’re still at your desk when the last of the students file out of the lecture hall. The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in thin stripes across the polished floor. You wait until the hallway noise dies down, then send the message.
*An Yujin. My office. Now.*
She shows up ten minutes later in the same uniform she wore to class—white blouse, navy vest with the little heart and crest pins, red-and-blue striped tie, pleated skirt that stops mid-thigh. Long black hair falls over one shoulder. She looks exactly like the photo you keep locked in a private folder on your phone. Soft pink lips. That little half-smile she always wears when she’s trying to be polite.
She stands in the doorway of your office, hands folded in front of her.
“Professor? You wanted to see me about the project?”
You close the door behind her. The lock clicks. She doesn’t notice.
“Come in. Sit.”
She sits on the edge of the chair across from your desk, knees pressed together, skirt riding up just enough. You watch her for a long second. The obsession has been eating you for months—every time she raises her hand, every time she stays after to ask a question, every time that uniform moves when she walks.
You stand, walk around the desk, and stop in front of her.
“Professor—?”
You grab her by the jaw and kiss her hard.
She freezes. Then she shoves at your chest, making a muffled sound against your mouth. You force your tongue past her lips, tasting the mint gum she was chewing earlier. Her hands push harder. You bite her lower lip and she yelps.
When you pull back she’s already breathing fast, eyes wide.
“What are you doing—stop—”
You haul her up by the arm. She stumbles. You spin her, lock an arm around her waist, and throw her over your shoulder in one clean motion. She kicks immediately, fists pounding your back.
“Put me down—someone will hear—Professor, stop!”
You ignore her. The bookshelf on the left wall swings open when you press the hidden latch. A narrow corridor, then the second door that only you have the key for. Soundproof. No windows. Just a bed, a small camera already set up on a tripod, and soft lighting you installed weeks ago for this exact moment.
You kick the door shut behind you. The lock engages with a heavy thunk. You drop her onto the bed. She scrambles backward on her hands until her back hits the headboard.
“Please—this isn’t funny—let me out—”
You climb on after her, grab both her wrists, and pin them above her head with one hand. The other rips the red tie loose and stuffs it between her teeth when she opens her mouth to scream. You knot it behind her head. Muffled cries replace the words.
“Shut up, pet.” Your voice is low. “You’ve been walking around in that little uniform for months, looking at me like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”
You force her legs apart with your knees and shove the pleated skirt up to her waist. White cotton panties. You yank them down to her ankles, then off completely. She twists hard, trying to close her thighs. You slap the inside of one thigh sharp enough to leave a red print. She cries out around the gag.
“Keep fighting. Makes my cock harder.”
You free yourself from your pants. She’s already wet when you drag two fingers through her folds—shock, fear, whatever it is, her body is responding. You push both fingers inside her roughly. She arches, a broken sound escaping the gag. You finger-fuck her hard and fast, curling against the front wall until her thighs start shaking.
“Look at that. Already dripping for your professor.”
You pull your fingers out, shove them into her mouth past the gag, and make her taste herself. Then you line up and slam into her in one thrust.
The scream is loud even through the fabric. Her whole body jerks. You don’t give her time. You start fucking her deep and brutal, the wet slap of skin filling the soundproof room. One hand stays locked on her wrists. The other fists in her long black hair and yanks her head back so she’s forced to look at you.
“Take it. Every fucking inch.”
Tears spill from the corners of her eyes. She’s still trying to push you off with her hips, but every thrust drives her deeper into the mattress. You slap her face—not hard enough to bruise, just enough to sting. She sobs around the gag.
You pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and yank her hips up. The vest is still on, blouse half-unbuttoned from the struggle. You shove back into her from behind and set a punishing rhythm. The camera on the tripod records every second—her face pressed into the sheets, hair a mess, skirt bunched around her waist, your cock disappearing into her.
“Scream louder, pet. No one can hear you in here.”
You reach under her and rub her clit in rough circles. Her body betrays her. The first orgasm hits hard—she clamps down around you, thighs shaking, a high muffled cry tearing out of her as she squirts onto the sheets. You don’t stop. You keep fucking her through it, forcing another one out of her until she’s sobbing and soaked.
You pull out, flip her onto her back again, and straddle her chest. The gag comes out. The second it’s gone she gasps,
“Please—Professor, stop—I’ll do anything—just don’t—”
You slap her cheek again. “Open your fucking mouth.”
She shakes her head. You pinch her nose shut until she has to open, then shove your cock past her lips. She gags immediately. You fist both hands in her hair and fuck her throat, shallow at first, then deeper. Spit runs down her chin. Tears keep falling. She tries to push at your thighs but you pin her wrists again.
“Suck. Or I go back to your cunt and I don’t stop until you pass out.”
She does. Messy, wet, choking sounds every time you hit the back of her throat. You pull out when she starts to turn red and slap your cock across her lips.
“Good girl. Now use your hand.”
You force her fingers around the base and make her stroke while you keep feeding the head between her lips. She jerks you with shaking hands, still crying, still trying to turn her face away every few seconds. You don’t let her.
When you’re close you pull free, shove her legs wide, and sink back into her pussy in one hard thrust. She screams. You cover her mouth with your hand and fuck her faster, chasing it.
“Gonna fill this student cunt. Gonna pump you so full it leaks down your thighs when you walk out of here.”
She shakes her head under your palm, eyes pleading. You ignore it. You slam in deep and come hard, pulsing thick ropes inside her unprotected. You stay buried, grinding, forcing every drop as deep as it will go. A second smaller orgasm rips through her while you’re still flooding her—she squirts again around your cock, soaking both of you.
You pull out slow. Cum spills from her open pussy onto the sheets. You climb up, straddle her chest again, and shove back into her mouth.
“Clean it.”
She does, tongue working over the head and shaft, tasting herself mixed with you. When you’re satisfied you pull free and paint her tongue and lips with the last few pulses. She swallows what she can. The rest drips down her chin.
You sit back, breathing hard, and look at the camera. The red light is still on.
Yujin is a mess on the bed—hair tangled, uniform half-destroyed, thighs shiny with cum and her own slick, eyes red and wet. She’s still crying quietly, chest rising and falling too fast.
You reach over and turn the camera off.
For a long minute neither of you speaks. Then you lean down, brush the hair out of her face, and speak softer than before—still not kind, but quieter.
“You’re not leaving yet. We’re not done.”
She flinches when your hand moves, but you only wipe the tears from one cheek with your thumb.
“That was only the first round, pet. I have all night. And this room is soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want.”
You roll her onto her side, lift one of her legs, and push back inside her still-sensitive pussy. She whimpers, fresh tears starting. You set a slower, deeper rhythm this time, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other holding her hip in place.
“Beg me to stop again. I like the way it sounds.”
She does. Broken, hoarse, desperate. You fuck her through every word, through another forced orgasm that leaves her shaking and squirting weakly onto the sheets again, through the way her voice finally cracks into silence.
When you come the second time you bury yourself to the hilt and hold there, filling her again until it overflows. You stay inside her while the last pulses fade, forehead pressed to the back of her neck, breathing against her skin.
The camera is off. The door is locked. The room is quiet except for her soft, exhausted crying and the wet sound of your cock still buried inside her.
When a load of semen landed on her face, this time splattering her forehead and part of her left cheek, Rei nearly collapsed. She stuck out her tongue to try to reach the fresh semen that had fallen on her, not so much to wipe her face as simply to savor it. Rei failed miserably at her self-imposed task because the dancer who was fucking her ass picked up the pace and made her moan.
She didn’t know whose hand was grabbing her tits, or if it belonged to the same person as the fingers exploring her pussy. Although she knew exactly how many dancers had entered that room with her, she no longer knew how many people were around her. Some of those dancers were sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall, almost as tired as she was, while the others continued taking turns fucking Rei the way she liked best.
Right now it was her ass’s turn to be filled again, so the dancer’s cock was relentlessly forcing its way into her no-longer-so-tight hole. The guy grabbed her by the thighs so he could thrust into her harder and bury his cock all the way to the base in her ass. She moaned and gasped louder, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue like a bitch in heat.
Someone took the opportunity to shove his cock into her mouth, impaling her at both ends. At first, Rei choked, which made her clench her ass involuntarily. The guy who was fucking her back entrance moaned and came as he felt her sudden tightness.
Rei felt her ass being filled with cum for the umpteenth time that afternoon. She felt the heat spreading through her insides as more and more of that viscous fluid was poured inside her, mixing with the loads of many other dancers. Rei was exactly where she wanted to be.
The next thing she felt was the cock that had been fucking her ass so deliciously pulling out of her. The fingers exploring her pussy also withdrew, so that the cock and the hand seemed to belong to the same owner. Rei tried to see who it was, but one eye was still covered by the semen from the last load, and her entire field of vision in the other eye was limited to the abdomen of the person who was fucking her throat.
Strong hands gripped her on both sides of her head; Rei simply gave in, relaxing her throat muscles as much as she could. Just as she’d expected, the cock went as deep into her mouth as humanly possible, but this time she was prepared and didn’t choke, at least not as much. Or at least not enough to clench her ass involuntarily.
Relentless, just the way she liked it, the dancer fucked her mouth nonstop. Thrust after thrust, he rammed his cock down the idol’s throat as if it were a battering ram trying to break down a door; the guy only stopped when it became clear that Rei was gasping for air. It was just a few seconds’ respite so she could catch her breath, and then the thrusts resumed; it wasn’t long before another load of cum was deposited inside Rei.
The cock exploded, shooting cum straight down Rei’s throat; she wondered if that load would end up mixing with the one that had just filled her ass. Maybe that helped her swallow it all without too much trouble, just a slight cough when her throat was no longer being used as a sex toy.
Rei was released and fell face-first, one cheek resting on the floor and her ass still in the air. The eye that wasn’t covered in semen didn’t help her see any better, either, because sweat was drenching her face. Rei was completely at the mercy of whatever the dancers wanted to do to her, and that made her heart race in a sinister way.
She was about to protest because it seemed like everyone had forgotten about her. She could hear heavy breathing and people moving around her, but no one was using her holes or spilling their fluids on her. A shame, in her opinion.
Just as Rei had opened her mouth to speak and was halfway through forming a word, she felt soft hands part her buttocks and someone dive into her center to devour her. Her unfinished protest turned into a moan as a tongue began to explore her holes. With skillful movements, that tongue traced the contours of her pussy, drawing circles that came closer and closer to her entrance, until the tongue pulled away to explore her ass. The girl’s back entrance received the same treatment; the tongue explored it without hesitation, pressing and pushing its way inside.
Just when the girl thought all the attention would be focused on her back entrance, the person who was eating her ass slipped two fingers into her pussy. That’s when Rei realized she was dealing with a female dancer, her delicate hands left no room for doubt. Not to mention the way she knew exactly where to press with her fingers or her tongue.
Then another pair of hands grabbed and lifted Rei’s face. The girl instinctively opened her mouth to take a cock in, but instead her face slammed into a soaking wet pussy. Instantly, that person’s fluids mixed with the many others that were staining Rei’s face. She couldn’t help but smile as the vaginal fluids added to the delicious mix of flavors and scents soaking her beautiful face. She stuck out her tongue to give more pleasure to the dancer who was now using her face to masturbate.
Naoi Rei was being used as nothing more than a sex toy. Naoi Rei was happy; she was exactly where she wanted to be.
