ᘏᘏ thirsty bunn thursdays
male reader x jang wonyoung (ive) ※ more of my works on fanprose. This piece is a nod to my goat @writerpeach
“Fuck—daddy—you’re so fucking good.” Sweet, sultry, breathless, and slick—it’s the way she tastes, she acts, she responds, and she rewards as your mouth is in perfect alignment with her needy cunt. Her hips are propped up against a pillow, making the decadent meal in front of you all that easier to devour. “Daddy, look at me while you eat me.”
And you do; eyes are sharp, eager, and hungry as they pierce through the length of her body, only focused on that glassy bead pleading for you to feast on her—bringing out your wolfish tendencies amidst the hearty date you just spoiled her with. Your vision blurs everything around her—her generously long legs folded back toward her chest, bent far enough that her knees reach the side of her supple tits. And her face: crafted by the gods, soft in places where your lips may perfectly lay, and sharp in areas that can literally slice your heart in half.
“Wonyoung, you taste so exquisite—so fucking delicious for me.” Your tongue easily circles her pearl, treating it like a luxurious dessert meant to be savoured—warm but never melting; her body is jello, and her pussy is creaming—juices covering your face, and you’re not stopping any time soon. “That’s good, baby girl, cum for me—let it all out for daddy.”
Moans, chants, and provocative prayers. The room is filled with Wonyoung’s voice, reverberating and leaving nothing to the imagination of the next-door neighbors. Her volume breaks the sound barrier with every circling of your tongue. Her loud wails echo through your roof as you suck out all her juices, letting your tongue be the conqueror of her cunt—realizing she is nearing her limit.
Your lips pucker, and you start sucking around her clit, stimulating it—making her grab the blanket, knuckles white, fighting for dear life, taking in all the pleasure you’re providing her.
“Daddy—please, god damn you’re so good—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—” There she is—in flow state, only seconds away from nirvana; she’s chanting your name, what you’re gonna do to her all night long, and blasphemy; all due to the pleasure you’re giving her. She cums, for it might as well be the infiniteth time this evening—her thighs lock around your head, letting you experience the whole ride of her climax, from the initial quake to the aftershock. “Fuck daddy, you’re so fucking good!” She manages amidst all the tremors; her body gives out, shakes endlessly with her release. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Just waiting for you, baby girl.” You coo, as you plant kisses around her pussy, coating it lovingly with your saliva—letting her gather herself. You pepper her inner thighs with praise and gratitude as she recovers from your munificence.
“From now on, my pussy is all yours.” She murmurs—her hand trying to reach your face as her body fully relaxes, letting her limbs drop flat to the bed. “It’s yours, daddy, all yours to eat for eternity.”
You rise up onto your knees, towering over her as she looks up at your hardness—you and your cock have been waiting for this. She licks her lips, knowing what comes next—or who cums next.
“Come on, Wonyoung, it’s your daddy’s turn to be pampered.” Your hand guides her head towards your throbbing cock, aligning her plump red lips towards your length that she eyes from head to base.
“Daddy, you’re so fucking huge.” She says as her whole face marvels at your cock—small, dainty hands wrapping the base of it—slowly stroking you, preparing your cock for the grand entrance to her inviting mouth. “Fuck, daddy.”
“Go for it, baby girl.” You bunch her hair at the back of her head, prepping her for what’s to come. “It’s your turn to make daddy feel good.”
Her tongue starts wetting your cockhead, lubricating the initial point of entry. She kisses your cock slowly, starting from the already leaking slit to your balls. It takes her a few seconds to reach the base—she’s taking her time, preparing for the inevitable, adjusting her expectations because she knows your cock will ruin every other dick that entered her sanctuary.
Her lips part slowly, and she takes you inside the wet, tight heat of her mouth. Her lips wrap around your base. “Fuck—Wonyoung, you’re taking me in so fucking well.” You manage, breathing starts to get labored as you’ve never been inside a mouth so tight, so needy, so perfect—so fucking divine. You can feel her throat starting to adjust to your girth; she strains herself trying to take all of you in, but she succeeds and starts moving her head, making you moan and grunt to the beat of her head bobs.
In-n-out, in and out, her lips pop every time she releases your cock and her throat adjusts as you enter her lovely mouth. Streaks of saliva coat your dick, her chin, and every space that separates your cock from her tongue.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous with my dick inside your mouth.” You encourage, as she takes you deeper and faster, trying to milk your dick like she craves for it—as if her life depends on making you cum. “Now look at me while you do it, baby. Look at your daddy.”
She does. “Please cum for me, daddy,” she pleads—Wonyoung’s eyes watery and glassy from forcing your dick inside her tiny mouth. She’s practically begging for your release with her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“That’s it. Just like that, baby.” You see your cock bulge out of her throat, then in her already puffy cheeks, then out of her lips. A series of imagery that you can keep, that you can re-experience in high quality—in all its glory, and for all eternity with this goddess who gives blowjobs like she created the concept of it. “I’m fucking close.”
Her whole mouth vibrates with excitement as she anticipates your inevitable climax. “Fuck—” it only tips you further towards the edge—a sensation so tantalizing it makes you take just that one final step into the gushing gates of heaven. “Fuck, baby—I’m cumming.”
Your hands support her head—then you guide her to consume you whole; you then release a barrage of climaxes—ropes of your thick cum coating her throat, the insides of her mouth, making her drink all of it; not a single drop wasted. You see the whole process of her taking it all in as her eyes widen at the initial release—then close as her whole body braces for the amount of liquid running down her throat.
You release her head, and she tries to regain her composure. “Good girl, not letting any of my cum get wasted.”
“Of course, daddy.” Her palm swipes through her mouth, clearing away the last of the saliva from her masterful mouth-venture. “Just keep spoiling me during our dates, and I’ll spoil you when we’re back home, daddy.”
“Of course, baby girl.” You lay down with her, wrapping your arms around her flawless naked body. “You free next Thursday?”
“Depends. Take me out for a date first.”
“Definitely.”
“Then I’m free.”
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The atmosphere in the Quebec arena was electric, a roaring sea of thousands of fans screaming the names of IVE. Under the blinding, searing heat of the stage lights, Yujin was in her element, but her mind was drifting.
Every time she dropped low during the choreography, the friction of her costume against her skin reminded her of the way Y/N used to grip her hips and drive himself into her. Her sweat sweat sticking to her skin, making her outfit cling to every curve, and as she caught her reflection in the monitors, she felt a sudden, sharp throb between her legs.
She missed him—the way he smelled, the way he commanded her body, and the sheer size of the cock that had spent the last few months claiming her, every spare minute.
As the final notes of the encore faded and the girls took their final bows, Yujin was practically vibrating. The adrenaline from the performance was mixing with a desperate, aching need.
"Great show, girls!" the staff shouted as they hurried off stage.
The members of IVE rushed backstage, a whirlwind of glitter, sequins, and heavy breathing. They were drenched in sweat, their makeup slightly smudged, their hearts still racing. As they entered the private green room, the door swung open to reveal a familiar figure leaning against the wall with a smirk that made Yujin’s knees instantly weak.
"Surprise" Y/N said, his voice a low rumble.
"Y/N!" Yujin shrieked, practically launching herself at him. She collided with him with such force that he had to stumble back a step to catch her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locked tight around his neck, kissing him with a hunger that was bordering on feral. She didn't care that the other members were right there; she just needed to feel him.
"Missed me that much, huh babe?" Y/N chuckled, his large hands sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks through her stage outfit.
Gaeul, Rei, Wonyoung, Liz, and Leeseo gathered around, their faces lighting up. They had all experienced Y/N’s generosity back at the dorms, and the mere sight of him brought back vivid memories of how he could make a woman scream.
"You actually made it!" Gaeul beamed, stepping forward to give him a hug. As she pressed against him, she let her chest linger a second too long against his chest, her eyes flickering down to the bulge already forming in his trousers.
"We were wondering when you'd show up" Rei added, her voice playful and bold. She leaned in, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, "I've been thinking about that dick since the last time you visited."
Wonyoung and Gaeul looked at Yujin, noticing the way she was still clinging to him, her breathing heavy. "Do you want us to give you guys some privacy?" Wonyoung asked, though her tone suggested she didn't actually want to leave.
Yujin looked at her for a second, her eyes glazed with lust- a look of pure hunger. "No worries, Wonyoung-ah. I will just take care of Y/N quickly, you girls don't need to leave."
The other girls exchanged looks of excitement. The tension in the room shifted instantly. The air became thick with a sudden, heavy sexual charge. The members didn't move to leave; instead, they began to move with a casual, practiced comfort. They started stripping out of their sweat-soaked stage outfits right there in the center of the room.
Y/N watched, his pulse quickening as he watched the same five women he’d adored, now shedding their costumes. Wonyoung stepped out of her skirt, her long, slender pale legs emerging from the fabric. Gaeul peeled off her top, revealing a small, pert chest with pink nipples already hardening in the air-conditioned room. They weren't shy; they knew exactly what Y/N liked, and they knew how much he liked them.
Yujin didn't wait. She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, her hands trembling as she fumbled with Y/N's belt. "I can't wait, baby" she whimpered, her voice needy. She ripped his zipper down and freed his thick, throbbing cock, which sprang out, hard and pulsing.
"God, you're already so hard for me, jagiya" Yujin moaned, her eyes wide. She didn't hesitate, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum before sliding her mouth over him. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with a desperate intensity, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of devotion and lust.
Y/N groaned, his head tilting back as he felt the warmth of her mouth. He looked around the room, seeing the other girls watching. Wonyoung was leaning against a table, her hand sliding between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her lace panties. Gaeul was watching with a hungry expression, her breath hitching every time Yujin let out a low grunt.
Yujin eventually pulled off him with a loud pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She stood up, her face flushed, and pushed him back onto the plush velvet couch. She didn't even take off her own outfit entirely—she just hiked her skirt up and slid her panties aside.
She climbed atop him, guiding his cock to her entrance. With one slow, deliberate sink, she lowered herself down, a loud, guttural moan escaping her as she took all of him in one go.
"Fuck… you're so big every fucking time" she gasped, her back arching. She began to ride him with a frantic pace, her breasts bouncing wildly, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the room.
"Look at her" Liz whispered to Rei, her voice trembling. "She's taking it so easily."
"I want it" Rei whispered back, her hand sliding under her own skirt. "I want him inside me just as bad."
Y/N gripped Yujin’s hair tightly, his fingers winding into the strands to hold her head steady as she rode him. He looked straight into her eyes, watching the pupils dilate and the iris shimmer with pure, unadulterated lust.
Yujin was a mess of desire, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat that made her skin shine under the room's lights. Her stage outfit, now partially disheveled and clinging to her damp curves, only added to the eroticism of the scene.
"Yes, just like that, Yujin-ah" Y/N growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Take it all. Show them how much you want this."
Yujin let out a loud, guttural moan, her back arching as she bounced harder and harder on his thick cock. Every downward slam was met with a wet, slapping sound as her pussy gripped him tight, sliding up and down the length of his shaft.
She was desperate, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her chest heaving. She wasn't just fucking him; she was fighting for her orgasm, her hips rotating in a frantic search for the perfect angle to hit her clit against his pelvic bone.
Around them, the atmosphere was electric. Rei and Leeseo were practically vibrating with arousal, their eyes locked on the point where Yujin’s soaking wet folds met Y/N’s pulsing cock.
"Look at her go!" Leeseo cheered, her voice high and excited. "She's taking it so deep! Go on, Yujin-unnie, ride him into the mattress!"
"She's so wet" Rei whispered, her own hand working furiously between her legs, her breathing heavy. "I can hear it… the way she's squelching on him. God, I want that too."
Yujin didn't hear them; she was lost in the sensation. She accelerated her pace, her moans turning into high-pitched screams of pleasure. She was bouncing violently now, her breasts swaying with every impact, her face flushed a deep crimson. Y/N held her gaze, refusing to let her look away, forcing her to feel every single inch of him filling her up.
"I'm… I'm close! Oh god, Y/N, I'm almost there!" she shrieked, her internal muscles beginning to spasm around him.
With one final, powerful thrust from Y/N and a desperate, crushing downward slam from Yujin, she hit her peak. Her eyes rolled back into her head, showing only the whites as a massive orgasm ripped through her body. She let out a long, piercing scream, her entire frame shuddering and unraveling. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in rhythmic, violent contractions, milking him as she collapsed forward, her sweaty chest slapping against his.
She stayed there for a long moment, panting heavily, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. The room was silent for a few seconds, save for the sound of their synchronized, heavy breathing.
Slowly, Yujin lifted herself up, her legs shaking. She slid off his cock with a loud, wet pop, a string of translucent juices connecting her pussy to the head of his dick. She leaned back, breathing hard, and began to clumsily fix her clothes, though she didn't bother to fully dress, leaving her legs exposed.
As she recovered, Rei and Liz stepped forward. They both looked at Y/N’s cock, which remained standing tall, hard as a rock and glistening with Yujin’s cream. It hadn't softened an inch; if anything, the sight of Yujin's climax had made it throb even harder.
"He's still so hard" Liz whispered, her eyes wide with hunger. "Yujin, please… can we have a turn? He hasn't cum yet."
Yujin looked at her boyfriend, a smug, satisfied smile on her lips. She reached out and patted Rei’s cheek. "Go ahead. He's all yours. He's got plenty left in him."
Rei didn't need to be told twice. She practically lunged forward, her movements frantic. She didn't even wait for Y/N to move; she hurried to the arm of the couch, bending herself over the leather upholstery. She pushed her ass up high, arching her back deeply to present her soaking wet, dripping pussy directly to him.
"Please, Y/N" Rei whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder with a look of pure desperation. "Take me. Take me roughly. I've been watching you fuck Yujin-unnie and I'm dying. Just rip into me!"
Y/N didn't hesitate. He stepped behind her, grabbing her hips with bruising force and lining himself up. With one powerful, singular drive, he slammed his cock deep into Rei’s tight channel.
"AHHH!" Rei screamed, her head snapping forward as she was impaled.
Y/N began to pound the life out of her. He wasn't gentle; he was driving into her with everything he had, his balls slapping against her backside with loud, rhythmic cracks. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room—clap, clap, clap—as he hammered away at her.
Leeseo stepped in, acting like a professional videographer. She held her phone steady, moving in close to capture the action. She filmed from the side, capturing the way Rei’s cheeks wobbled and reddened with every impact, then moved to the back to get a close-up of the cock disappearing and reappearing from Rei's drenched hole.
"Oh my god, look at that depth!" Leeseo narrated, her voice breathless. "He's hitting her cervix! Look at Rei-unnie's face! She's losing it!"
Rei was indeed losing it. Her moans were loud and uncontrolled, her fingers digging into the leather of the couch as she was jolted forward with every thrust. "Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, Y/N! Break me!" she wailed, her voice echoing through the room.
The other members were cheering her on, their excitement peaking. "Give it to her!" Liz shouted, rubbing her own clit through her clothes. "Make her scream like the good japanese slut she is!"
As Y/N increased the speed, the friction became intense. Rei’s internal walls were gripping him like a vice, and the buildup was sudden and violent. Her breath hitched, her body stiffened, and suddenly, a torrent of fluid erupted from her. She squirted powerfully, the clear liquid spraying across Y/N’s dick and splashing all over the couch and the floor.
"I'm squirting! I'm squirting all over his cock!" Rei shrieked, her body convulsing as she flooded him, her orgasm so intense that she nearly collapsed.
Y/N pulled out of her with a wet slide, leaving Rei shaking and breathless, draped over the couch. He was still hard, his cock pulsing and coated in a mixture of Yujin's and Rei's fluids.
Now, it was Liz's turn.
Liz didn't wait for an invitation. She walked to the center of the couch and lay down on her back, spreading her legs wide. She looked up at Y/N with a soft, pleading expression, her hand sliding down to open her pussy, showing him how drenched she already was.
"My turn" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Come take care of me, baby."
Y/N approached her, dropping to his knees between her thighs. He leaned down, giving her a few deep, passionate kisses, their tongues dancing together as he felt her hips beginning to grind against his thigh. He broke the kiss, looking down at her open, pulsing heat.
He positioned himself and slid inside her with a slow, deliberate push. Liz let out a long, shaky moan, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
"Oh god, you're even bigger than i remembered" Liz whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut. "You fill me up so well… please, don't stop."
Y/N began to fuck her with a steady, rhythmic pace, focusing on the sensation of Liz's tight, warm walls squeezing him. The other girls gathered around, cheering and encouraging them. Leeseo, ever the dedicated filmmaker, moved in close, capturing the way Liz's stomach rippled with every deep thrust and the expression of pure bliss on her face.
"You're doing so good, Liz!" Yujin cheered, leaning against the couch. "Take it all for him!"
The room was filled with the sounds of wet friction, loud moans, and the constant encouragement of the group, as Y/N continued to drive himself into Liz, the tension building toward an inevitable, explosive conclusion.
Y/N’s cock was a pulsing pillar of heat inside Liz, the friction of her tight, drenched walls sending jolts of electricity straight to his brain. Liz was lost in the rhythm, her head tossing from side to side, her voice a constant stream of broken whimpers and high-pitched moans. But as the pressure in her lower belly reached a boiling point, a sudden spark of exhibitionism flared within her. She didn't just want to feel the pleasure; she wanted the other girls to see exactly how Y/N was destroying her.
With a sudden, desperate surge of energy, Liz gripped Y/N’s shoulders and used her strength to roll him onto his back. The movement was clumsy and frantic, fueled by lust. She scrambled up, mounting him once more, her pussy sliding off his head with a loud, wet schlick. She didn't stay down, though. Liz arched her back, lifting her ass high into the air until they were completely disconnected, her soaking wet folds glistening and open for everyone to see.
"Look at me, sluts!" Liz gasped, her eyes wide and glazed. "Look at how much I want him!"
She slammed herself back down, her entire weight driving Y/N’s cock deep into her womb. She began to bounce with a violent intensity, her breasts swaying wildly, her face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated greed. She was trying to take control, trying to ride him into the ground, but Y/N had other plans. He wasn't in the mood to be ridden; he wanted to dominate.
Leeseo, who had been circling them like a predator with her phone, saw the shift in power. She leaned in close, her voice a suggestive whisper that carried across the room. "Do that thing I taught you, Y/N. She’s getting too cocky. Show her who’s in charge. She’s gonna love it."
Y/N grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. As Liz rose for another bounce, Y/N waited for the exact moment she was at her peak. He reached up, his large hands clamping onto her waist like vices, and with a sudden, explosive burst of strength, he slammed her back down. He didn't just push her; he drove her onto his cock with such force that the couch groaned under the impact.
"AHHH!" Liz shrieked, the air leaving her lungs in a sharp gasp as he impaled her completely, hitting her cervix with a brutal thud.
Before she could recover, Y/N shifted his position. He snapped his knees up, creating a steep angle that forced her torso back. He slid his arms under her shoulders, locking her in place, and began to thrust upward with savage power. He wasn't just fucking her anymore; he was hammering into her, each upward drive sending her body jolting.
The intensity was too much for Liz’s muscles to handle. Her legs, which had been gripping him tight, suddenly went soft, turning into marshmallows. Because of the angle of his knees and the force of his thrusts, her legs slid outward, falling into a wide, effortless split. She was completely open, her pussy stretched wide around his thick shaft, presenting a vivid, raw view of their connection.
Wonyoung and Gaeul, who had been watching from the side, gasped in unison. They moved closer, their eyes locked on the sight of Liz’s incredible flexibility and the way Y/N’s cock disappeared and reappeared in her drenched heat.
"Oh my god, look at her!" Wonyoung whispered, her hand sliding between her own legs. "She's completely open. I can see everything."
"He's fucking the soul right out of her" Gaeul added, her voice thick with arousal.
Liz was powerless. She was no longer the one in control; she was a passenger in her own orgasm. Her head fell back, her mouth hanging open, as Y/N continued to punish her. Every thrust was a thunderclap of pleasure that shattered her consciousness.
Leeseo was in her element, directing the scene like a seasoned porn director. She moved with agility, switching from a tight close-up of the friction to a wide panorama that captured the entire chaotic scene.
"Now! Spank her!" Leeseo commanded, her voice sharp. "I want to hear it! Make it loud!"
Y/N didn't need to be told twice. He released one hand from Liz’s shoulder and brought it down in a massive, open-palmed strike across her reddened cheek. CRACK!
The sound echoed through the room, followed immediately by Liz’s loud, guttural moan. The sting of the slap only added fuel to the fire, sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing over her.
"Yes! Again!" Leeseo cheered. "Lick her neck! Bite her ear! Give me the passion, Y/N!"
Y/N leaned up, his tongue swirling against the sensitive skin of Liz's neck, tasting the salt and sweat. He nipped at her earlobe, his teeth sinking in just enough to make her whimper. He was a whirlwind of sensation—the brutal pounding below and the sensual torture above.
Liz was falling apart. She wasn't just having one orgasm; she was trapped in a cycle of continuous, rolling peaks. Her internal muscles were spasming violently, clamping down on Y/N’s cock in rhythmic waves. She was sobbing now, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation.
"I can't… I can't take any more! Oh god, Y/N! I'm breaking! I'm breaking!"
She was a mess of fluids and sweat, her body shaking uncontrollably as she clung to him for dear life. She was completely surrendered, her mind a blank slate of white noise and raw feeling.
While this was happening, the energy in the room had shifted into a full-blown orgy. Yujin had stepped out for a moment to freshen up, but the other girls weren't waiting. Gaeul and Wonyoung, driven to the brink by the sight of Liz's destruction, had collapsed onto the nearby couch.
Gaeul was on top of Wonyoung, their bodies entwined, grinding their clits together in a frantic search for release. They were kissing deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance, their moans blending with the sounds of Y/N and Liz.
Rei, who had been thoroughly ravished earlier, was slumped in a nearby chair. She was in a post-coital haze, her eyes half-closed, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. She looked almost asleep, her body limp and exhausted, though she still watched the scene with a glazed, hungry expression.
The door clicked open, and Yujin walked back into the room. She was dressed only in a lace bra and a pair of tiny shorts that left nothing to the imagination. She stopped in her tracks, taking in the scene: Gaeul and Wonyoung locked in a passionate embrace, Rei practically unconscious from pleasure, and Y/N still absolutely destroying Liz’s pussy.
Yujin didn't look shocked; she looked aroused. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face as she watched her boyfriend's cock plunge deep into Liz one last time.
Y/N felt the end coming. The pressure in his groin had become unbearable, his balls tight and heavy. He stopped the rhythmic pounding and shifted into short, shallow, incredibly fast thrusts, drilling into Liz's most sensitive spot.
"I'm… I'm coming!" Y/N roared, his voice deep and guttural.
He gave one final, monstrous thrust, burying himself as deep as humanly possible, and let out a loud groan as his orgasm detonated. He felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting from his cock, flooding Liz's womb in powerful pulses. Liz screamed, her body arching one last time as she felt the warmth of his seed filling her up, her own climax hitting simultaneously in a violent, shaking explosion.
Y/N stayed buried inside her for a few seconds, panting heavily, his heart hammering against his ribs. As he slowly slid out with a wet, suctioning sound, a thick mixture of cum and pussy juice leaked out of Liz, dripping down her thighs.
Leeseo didn't miss a beat. The moment Y/N’s cock was free, she dropped her phone and rushed over. She didn't care about the mess; she wanted the prize. She knelt between Liz’s legs and began to slurp the leaking cum from Liz's opening, her tongue darting in and out to collect every single drop of the thick, white fluid.
"God, it's so hot" Leeseo moaned, her face smeared with the cream.
She didn't keep it for herself. Leeseo crawled over to where Wonyoung and Gaeul were still entangled. Wonyoung was on her back, Gaeul hovering over her, their bodies slick with sweat. Leeseo leaned over Wonyoung and spat the collected seed directly onto her breasts, the white fluid contrasting sharply against her pale skin.
"Here, Wonyoung-unnie. A gift from Y/N" Leeseo giggled.
Wonyoung gasped, looking down at her tits, her eyes widening. Gaeul, seeing the cum, let out a low growl of desire. She didn't want to share. Gaeul began to lick the cum off Wonyoung's skin, her tongue swirling greedily, while simultaneously sliding her fingers deep into Wonyoung's soaking wet pussy.
"Mine" Gaeul whispered, her fingers working with a frantic, expert speed. "This is all mine."
Wonyoung let out a loud, piercing scream as Gaeul’s fingers hit her G-spot with precision. She arched her back, her breasts heaving, as she was driven toward another massive orgasm. The sight of Gaeul battling for Y/N's seed while finger-fucking her to the brink of insanity was the perfect finale to the chaos.
Yujin walked over to Y/N, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, tasting the salt and sex on his skin. She looked around at her members—all of them spent, drenched, and utterly satisfied.
"I think" Yujin whispered against his lips, "We're going to need a very long nap after this."
The scream cuts through the surrounding noise of the restaurant like a knife.
"I said I wanted the table by the window!"
You're three tables away, finishing your own meal, when Jang Wonyoung—yes, the Jang Wonyoung—launches into what can only be described as a full-scale meltdown. She's standing now, chair knocked backward, pointing at the manager with one perfectly manicured finger.
"Do you have any idea who I am? Do you? DO YOU?"
The manager is stammering something apologetic. The staff are frozen. Other diners have their phones out, recording. This is going to be all over social media in about four minutes.
Your phone buzzes. A text from your contact at Starship Entertainment: She's doing it again. Please.
You sigh, setting down your fork. There goes your last night off.
"You're all incompetent!" Wonyoung is still going, volume increasing. "I will have every single one of you fired, I will—"
You stand up and walk over. She doesn't notice you until you're right there, and even then she barely glances at you before continuing her rant.
"—have this place shut down, my fans will—"
"Having fun?" you ask cheekily.
She whips around to look at you, eyes blazing. "Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?"
"Your new babysitter." You smile (half) apologetically, before you grab her around the waist and hoist her up over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes before she can process what's happening.
"What—put me down! Put me down right now!"
Her fists pound against your back. Her legs kick uselessly. She's tall—5'8"—but you've got the leverage and she's light enough that it doesn't matter. You nod a wordless apology to the manager and start walking toward the exit.
"I will have you arrested!" she shrieks. "I will sue you! I will—"
"Yeah, yeah, keep it coming. I've heard worse threats."
You push through the restaurant doors into the cool night air. She's still struggling, still yelling, drawing stares from everyone on the street. You spot the black company car idling at the curb and head toward it.
"Let me go, you fucking psycho!"
"Not a chance, princess."
The driver—bless him—has the door open before you even get there. You dump Wonyoung into the backseat with absolutely zero ceremony. She immediately tries to scramble back out but you're already sliding in after her, pulling the door shut.
"Drive," you tell the driver. He doesn't need to be told twice.
Wonyoung is glaring at you with enough venom to kill a small animal. Her hair is mussed, her designer outfit rumpled, and her face is flushed with rage.
"You have no right—"
"Actually, as of about fifteen minutes ago when Starship signed the contract, I have every right." You pull out your phone and show her the electronic signature on the agreement. "I'm your new behavioral specialist. Congratulations."
You give her some very authentic and heartfelt jazz-hands.
She snatches the phone from your hand, reads the document, and her face goes through several interesting color changes.
Huh. Didn't know skin could do that.
"No. Absolutely not. I refuse."
"You don't get a say."
"I'll fire you."
"You can't. Only the company can terminate my contract, and given how much they're paying me to fix your little attitude problem, that's not happening anytime soon." You lean back in the seat, completely relaxed. "So here's how this is going to work. You're going to go home, and I'm going to start doing my job."
"Your job?" She laughs, sharp and bitter. "And what exactly is your job?"
"Teaching you how to behave like an adult instead of a spoiled child throwing tantrums in public."
The look she gives you could melt steel. "I'm twenty-one years old—"
"Then start acting like it."
Her mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. You can see her searching for a comeback, for some threat that will make you back down. She's not going to find one.
"I hate you," she finally says.
"Aw gosh I just love you too, sweetheart. Now, are you going to walk into your apartment building like a civilized person, or am I carrying you again?"
The murderous silence that follows is answer enough.
~~~
She does, in fact, walk into the building like a civilized person. Barely. She's radiating fury with every step, and the doorman takes one look at her face and wisely decides not to make eye contact.
The elevator ride up to her penthouse apartment is silent except for the occasional sound of her grinding her teeth. You're scrolling through your phone, completely unbothered. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her planning your murder.
Note to self. Don't eat or drink anything she makes. Second note. Check packages for pipe bombs.
The doors open. She storms out toward her door, fumbling with her keys because her hands are shaking with rage. It takes her three tries to get the key in the lock.
"Need some help with that?"
"Shut the fuck up."
She finally gets the door open and stalks inside. You follow, taking in the space. It's exactly what you'd expect—expensive, immaculate, probably costs more per month than most people make in a year. Floor-to-ceiling windows, designer furniture, all the usual spoiled-girl stuff.
Wonyoung whirls around the moment you close the door, pointing at you with that same accusing finger from the restaurant.
"Get. Out."
"Nope," you say, popping the "p".
"This is my home—"
"Which your company gave me full access to. It's in the contract." You pull out your phone again, but she swats it away before you can show her.
"That phone is expensive," you pout dryly.
"I don't care about your stupid contract! You can't just—"
"Throw a tantrum in a public restaurant? Scream at minimum wage workers? Make a scene that'll be trending on TikTok before you even get home?" You tilt your head. "Oh wait, you already did all that. That's why I'm here."
"You're here because Starship is full of controlling assholes who can't handle the fact that I have opinions—"
"You're here because you act like a spoiled brat and the company is tired of doing damage control."
Her face flushes red. "How dare you—"
"How dare I what? Tell you the truth? Call you out on your bullshit?" You shrug. "That's literally my job."
She takes a step toward you, getting in your face. Or trying to—you've got one whole inch on her and she has to tilt her head up just slightly. (A fact that you're loving, and you know she's hating). "I will make your life hell. I will make you regret ever taking this job. I will—"
"You're about to get spanked like the child you're acting like, is what's about to happen."
She blinks. "What?"
"You heard me."
"You—" She laughs, but it's disbelieving. "You can't be serious."
"Dead serious." You gesture to the couch. "Over my knee. Now."
"Absolutely fucking not."
"It's not a request."
She crosses her arms, chin lifting defiantly. "What are you going to do, force me?"
"If I have to."
She stares at you. You stare back. She's waiting for you to back down, to admit this is a bluff. You can see the exact moment she realizes you're not bluffing.
"You're insane," she says.
"And you're stalling."
She doesn't move. Fine. You walk over to the couch, sit down, and look at her expectantly. "Last chance to do this the easy way."
"Fuck you."
"Hard way it is."
You stand back up and she actually backs away, eyes widening slightly. "Don't you dare—"
You're faster than she expects. You grab her wrist and pull her toward you. She tries to fight it, but you've already got her positioned over your lap, face down, ass up. She's kicking and cursing, hands scrabbling for purchase on the couch cushions.
"Let me go! Let me go right now or I swear to god—"
You hook your fingers in the waistband of her designer pants and yank them down to her knees. She's wearing expensive lace underwear underneath. Those come down too.
The sudden exposure makes her freeze for half a second. "You did not just—"
The first smack lands on her bare ass and she yelps.
"What the fuck!"
The second one follows immediately. Then the third. You settle into a rhythm, alternating cheeks, not holding back. Your palm stings a little. Good—means you're doing it hard enough.
"Stop it! Stop it right now!" She's writhing in your lap, trying to twist away, but you've got one arm across her lower back holding her in place.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"You can't—" Smack. "—do this to—" Smack. "—me!"
"Funny, seems like I can."
Her ass is already starting to turn pink. You can see her thighs trembling—whether from anger or exertion, you're not sure.
"I'll have you arrested for assault!"
"Good luck explaining to the police why you called them after your company-hired behavioral specialist disciplined you per your contract." Another smack, harder this time. "Clause seventeen, subsection three. You should really read things before your rep signs them."
She makes a sound of pure frustration, and then—is she trying to reach back and grab your hand? You catch her wrist easily, pinning it against her back.
"Let go of me!"
"Not until you calm down."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Her ass is definitely pink now, bordering on red in some spots. She's stopped kicking as much, probably because her legs are tired. Her breathing is ragged.
"Are you done throwing your tantrum?" you ask.
"Fuck you," she gasps out.
Smack.
"Try again."
"I hate you—"
Smack. Smack.
"Still waiting for an actual answer!" you sing.
There's a long pause. You can feel her whole body tensed over your lap, rigid with fury and humiliation. Then, very quietly:
"...Yes."
"Yes what?"
Another pause. Her voice comes out strained. "Yes, I'm done."
"Good girl," you say teasingly.
You feel her twitch at those words. Interesting. You file that away for later.
You let her up. She scrambles off your lap immediately, yanking her underwear and pants back up with shaking hands. When she turns to face you, her eyes are glassy—not quite crying, but close.
"I hate you," she says again, but it sounds weaker this time.
"So you've mentioned." You stand up, brushing off your pants. "Tomorrow, same time. We're going to work on your public behavior."
"I'm not—"
"Yes, you are. Because if you throw another tantrum like tonight, we're doing this again. Except next time, I'll use a rice scooper."
Her face goes through several interesting expressions before settling on mortified rage.
Again with the skin colors. Is that just a 'her' thing or can every human do it?
"Get out," she whispers.
"Happy to. Don't forget—I'll be back tomorrow. G'night princess!"
You head for the door. Behind you, you hear her let out a scream of pure frustration into a couch cushion.
You're smiling as you leave.
This is going to be fun.
~~~
Day Three.
"I'm not doing this again," Wonyoung says the moment you walk through her door.
You're carrying coffee. Two cups. You set one down on her counter—the one that's definitely hers based on the just absolutely absurd amounts of different flavored syrup is in it—and take a sip of your own.
"You threw a tantrum at your stylist yesterday."
"She was trying to put me in something fucking hideous—"
"You called her a talentless whore and threw a shoe at her head."
Wonyoung's jaw sets. "She ducked."
"Barely." You gesture to the couch. "You know the drill."
She doesn't move for a solid thirty seconds, glaring at you with those pretty, dark eyes like she's trying to set you on fire with her mind. Then, with all the energy of someone walking to their own execution, she stalks over to the couch.
This time she goes over your knee with slightly less fighting. Still cursing you out, still rigid with fury, but her pants come down faster. You're not sure if that's resignation or just her getting tired of the routine.
The spanking is just as thorough as the first time. Maybe more so, since she threw a shoe. Her ass goes from pale to pink to red, and by the end she's gasping into the couch cushions, thighs trembling.
"Are you done?" you ask.
"...Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I'm done," she grits out.
"Good girl."
That same twitch. A little shiver that runs through her whole body. You're starting to think that might be something important.
~~~
Day Seven.
She opens the door before you can knock.
"I didn't do anything," she says immediately.
"Jesus princess, I know. Chill out. This is a check-in."
"A what?"
"A check-in. To see how you're doing." You hold up a bag. "I brought breakfast."
She stares at you suspiciously, like you might have poisoned the pastries. Fair, given how much she's threatened to poison you.
"...What kind?"
"The kind you like. Your manager told me."
She hesitates, then steps aside to let you in. Progress.
You eat breakfast mostly in silence. She's watching you like a hawk, waiting for you to bring up some misbehavior, but you don't. Because she actually hasn't done anything wrong in almost three days, which just might be a personal record.
"Are you feeling okay?" she finally asks.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you're being... nice."
"I'm always nice."
She gives you a look that could peel the paint off of a car. "You spanked me two days ago."
"It was three days ago actually—"
The look intensifies.
"Because you earned it. You haven't earned it since." You surrender. "That's how this works. You behave, I'm nice. You throw tantrums, I correct the behavior."
She's quiet for a long moment, picking at her croissant. "This is weird."
"What is?"
"You. This. All of it." She waves her hand vaguely. "I thought you'd be like... I don't know. Mean all the time."
"Why would I be mean if you're behaving?"
She doesn't have an answer for that.
~~~
Day Fourteen.
"I wasn't that bad," Wonyoung argues as you sit down on her couch.
"You told a reporter to 'eat shit and die.'"
"He asked if I was dating anyone! For the fifth time!"
"And the professional response would have been...?"
She scowls. Over your lap she goes, pants down, and you notice she's wearing different underwear today. Still expensive, but... prettier? Is she picking out specific underwear for spanking sessions?
That's a weird thought. You file it away in the increasingly large "Wonyoung is Complicated" folder in your brain.
"This is humiliating," she mutters into the cushion.
"Yep. That's the idea."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She's not fighting as much anymore. Still tense, still clearly very annoyed, but the kicking has mostly stopped. Now she just lies there and takes it, hands fisted in the couch fabric, making these little frustrated sounds.
"You're enjoying this," she accuses.
"The spanking? Sure. Your ass makes a very satisfying sound."
"That's not what I—" Smack. "—meant!"
You're pretty sure her face is as red as her ass at this point.
"Good girl," you say when you're done, and yeah, there's that full-body shiver again.
Definitely filing that away.
~~~
Day Twenty-One.
You notice it halfway through the spanking.
Wonyoung is over your lap, pants around her knees, and you're working through what's become an almost routine punishment for snapping at a staff member. Her ass is already pink, and she's doing that thing where she buries her face in the cushion and makes frustrated little sounds.
But something's different.
Your thigh, where her hips are pressed down, feels... wet.
You pause mid-smack. Wonyoung makes a small sound of confusion at the interruption.
You adjust your position slightly, and yeah. There's definitely a damp spot on your pants where she's been grinding against your leg. You can feel the heat of her even through the fabric.
Oh.
Oh.
Everything clicks into place at once. The shivers when you call her "good girl." The prettier underwear. The way she's stopped fighting as much. The way her breathing goes ragged during spankings now, and not just from exertion.
She's not just enduring this.
She's getting off on it.
"Wonyoung," you say slowly. "Are you wet right now?"
She goes completely still. "What? No. I don't—that's not—"
You slide your hand between her thighs and she gasps. Your fingers come away slick.
"Huh," you say mildly. "That's interesting."
"Don't—" She tries to scramble off your lap but you hold her in place with one hand on her lower back. "Let me up, this is—I'm not—"
"Relax." Your voice is calmer than you feel. Because this is a game-changer. This is so much better than you expected. "I'm not judging."
"You're—fuck—you're touching me—"
"Because you're soaking wet from being spanked like a brat." You slide two fingers through her folds again, just to watch her whole body jerk. "Which means we've been going about this all wrong."
"I don't know what you're talking about—"
"Sure you don't." You pull your hand away and let her up. She practically launches herself off your lap, yanking her pants up with shaking hands. Her face is flushed, her breathing uneven. "Here's what's going to happen. Tomorrow, same time. But we're trying a different approach."
"What approach?" She sounds suspicious and breathless and turned on, all at once.
"You'll see." You stand up, heading for the door. "Wear something pretty."
"I always wear something pretty, you asshole—"
You're grinning as you leave.
~~~
Day Twenty-Two.
She answers the door in a white silk robe.
Just the robe.
"This pretty enough for you jackass?" she asks, voice dripping with false sweetness and challenge.
"Perfect, actually." You step inside, and she backs up a step. There's something different in her eyes tonight. Still defiant, but with an edge of nervousness. Anticipation. "Living room."
"What are we—"
"Go."
She goes, and you follow. When she reaches the couch she turns to face you, arms crossed. The robe gapes slightly at her chest. She notices you looking and her chin lifts.
"So what's this 'different approach?'" she asks.
"Take off the robe."
Her eyes widen. "Ex-fucking-cuse me?
"You heard me." You sit down on the couch, legs spread, completely relaxed. "Take it off and come here."
"Are you insane? I'm not—"
"You were dripping on my leg yesterday from a spanking." You tilt your head. "Don't pretend you don't want this."
"I don't want anything from you—"
"Wonyoung." You let a hint of command into your voice. "Robe. Off. Now."
She stares at you for a long moment. You can see her brain working, trying to figure out if this is a test, a trick, something she can use against you. Then her hands go to the belt of her robe.
It falls open. She shrugs it off her shoulders and it pools on the floor.
Fuck.
She's wearing matching lingerie—black lace, expensive, the kind that probably costs more than your rent. Her body is just…ridiculous. Long legs, small waist, tits that are somehow perfect despite her frame.
"Happy?" she asks, but her voice wavers slightly.
"Very. Now come here."
She walks over slowly, stopping just in front of you. You reach out and pull her forward by the hips until she's straddling your lap. She gasps, hands going to your shoulders for balance.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Testing a theory." Your hands slide up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. She shivers. "I think punishment is the wrong motivator for you. I think you need rewards instead."
"That's—" She cuts off with a small sound when you thumb over her nipples through the lace. "That's not true—"
"No?" You do it again and she rocks forward slightly, seeking more contact. "Then why are you already soaking wet?"
"I'm not—"
You slide one hand down between her legs, over her panties, and she's drenched. She gasps, hips jerking.
"Liar," you tease.
"Fuck you," she breathes.
"Maybe later." You rub slow circles over her clit through the fabric and watch her face. Her eyes flutter closed, lips parting. "Right now I'm going to make you cum until you can't think straight. And then we're going to see how well you behave after that."
"I hate you," she says, but it comes out as a moan.
"Sure you do, princess." You pull her panties aside and slide two fingers into her. She's so wet they go in easily, and she makes this choked sound, head falling forward. "Fuck, you're tight."
"Don't—ah—don't say things like that—"
"Why not? It's true." You curl your fingers to hit that spot inside her and she cries out. "You're so fucking tight and wet and you're about to cum on my fingers like a good girl."
She clenches around you at those last two words. Interesting.
"You like that?" You pump your fingers faster. "Like being called a good girl?"
"N-no—"
"Another lie." Your thumb finds her clit and she practically sobs. "It's okay, sweetheart. You can admit it. You can be good for me."
"I'm not—nngh—I'm not good—"
"You are. You're being so good right now. Taking my fingers so well." You lean in to speak directly into her ear. "Such a good girl."
She cums with a sharp cry, her whole body going rigid in your lap. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around your fingers, and you work her through it, not letting up until she's pushing weakly at your wrist.
"Too much—too sensitive—"
"I know, baby. I know." You ease your fingers out slowly and she whimpers. "But we're not done yet."
"What?"
You lift her off your lap and set her on the couch, then drop to your knees in front of her. Her eyes go wide.
"Wait—"
You hook your fingers in her panties and pull them down. She lifts her hips automatically to help, and then she's bare from the waist down, legs spread, pussy glistening.
"Oh my god," she breathes.
"Just relax." You kiss the inside of her thigh and she jumps. "Let me take care of you."
"This is—you don't have to—"
You lick up through her folds and holy shit. She tastes so fucking good, sweet and tangy, and you groan against her.
"Ahh~!" Her hands fly to your hair. "Fuck—fuck that's—"
You find her clit with your tongue, circling it slowly, and her thighs start to shake. She's still sensitive from the first orgasm, which means this is going to be quick.
"Oh god oh god oh god—" She's chanting now, hips rocking against your face. "Don't stop don't stop don't—nngh~!"
You slide two fingers back inside her while you work her clit and she nearly screams. Her nails dig into your scalp, probably leaving marks, but you don't care. You just keep going, keep licking and sucking and fingering her until she's trembling and gasping.
"I'm—oh fuck I'm—I'm cumming again—!"
She cums even harder than the first time, thighs clamping around your head, back arching off the couch. You can feel her pulsing around your fingers, hear her crying out, and you don't let up until she's pushing your head away.
"Can't—too much—please—"
You pull back and she's a mess. Hair disheveled, chest heaving, face flushed. There are tears at the corners of her eyes.
"You're so pretty when you cum," you tell her.
She makes a sound that might be a laugh or a sob. "You're insane."
"Maybe." You stand up, and she's watching you with heavy-lidded eyes. "But you're going to keep cumming for me anyway."
"I can't—"
"You can." You start unbuckling your belt. "And you will."
Her eyes drop to your hands, watching as you unzip your pants. When your cock springs free—you weren't wearing boxers—she stares.
"Oh fuck," she whispers.
"Like what you see?"
"That's... that's not going to fit."
You laugh. "It will. Trust me."
"I don't trust you—"
"Yes you do." You stroke yourself slowly and watch her eyes track the movement. "On your knees, baby."
She slides off the couch onto shaky legs, then drops to her knees in front of you. From this angle she has to look up, and there's something incredibly satisfying about having her below you like this.
"Open your mouth," you tell her.
She does. You guide your cock between her lips and she makes a sound, hands coming up to grip your thighs. You don't push too deep—not yet. Just let her get used to the weight of you on her tongue.
"Good girl," you murmur. "Such a good girl for me."
She makes a muffled sound and you feel it vibrate through your cock. Fuck.
"You can take more," you tell her. "Take more for me, baby."
She does, sinking down further, and when you hit the back of her throat she gags slightly. You pull back.
"Breathe through your nose. That's it. Good."
You set a slow rhythm, letting her adjust, praising her the whole time. And she responds to it, you can see it in her eyes. Every "good girl" makes her press her thighs together. Every word of praise makes her take you deeper.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," you groan. "You're doing so well."
She moans around your cock and you nearly lose it right there.
"Okay—okay stop—" You pull out and she gasps for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. "Bedroom. Now."
She stands on shaky legs and you follow her to the bedroom, admiring the view. That ass, fuck. You're going to leave marks all over it later.
She climbs onto the bed and turns to face you, reaching back to unhook her bra. It falls away and you just stare for a moment.
"Stop looking at me like that," she says, but there's no bite to it.
"Like what?"
"Like you're going to devour me."
"I am going to devour you." You climb onto the bed, caging her beneath you. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name."
"That's—" You kiss her and she melts into it, hands coming up to grip your shoulders. When you pull back she's breathless. "That's a big promise."
"I know." You line yourself up with her entrance. "Ready?"
"I—yes—fuck—"
You push in slowly and she gasps, nails digging into your skin. She's so tight it almost hurts, and you have to pause after just the tip.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god—"
"Breathe, baby. Just breathe for me."
She takes a shaky breath and you push in further. Inch by inch, giving her time to adjust, praising her the whole way.
"That's it. You're doing so well. Taking me so well."
"Too big—you're too big—"
"You can take it. I know you can." You bottom out and she makes a choked sound. "There we go. Good girl. Such a good girl."
She's trembling beneath you, adjusted to your size. You stay still for a moment, letting her adjust, and then you start to move.
"Ahh~ ahh~ oh fuck~"
She's so wet that the slide is easy despite how tight she is. You set a steady rhythm, deep strokes that have her gasping with each thrust.
"Feel good?" you ask.
"Yes—fuck—yes it feels good—"
"Good." You angle your hips slightly and she cries out. "That the spot?"
"Yes! Right there right there don't stop—"
You don't. You fuck her steadily, hitting that spot over and over, watching her face. She's gorgeous like this—lost in pleasure, no bratty mask, just pure need.
"Touch yourself," you tell her. "Make yourself cum on my cock."
Her hand flies between her legs and within seconds she's clenching around you, cumming with a loud cry. Her whole body shakes and you have to grit your teeth to keep from following her.
"That's three," you manage. "Think you can give me another?"
"I can't—too much—"
"You can." You pull out and flip her over. "On your knees."
She struggles up onto shaky limbs, ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow. The sight of her like this—presenting herself, completely wrecked—does something to you.
You line up and push back in, and from this angle you go even deeper. She screams into the pillow.
"Fuck!" you grunt. "You feel so fucking good like this."
"Please—please—I can't—"
"Yes you can, baby. You're going to cum one more time for me." You reach around to rub her clit and she sobs. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."
"Can't—too sensitive—ah! Ah! Ahh~!"
You fuck her harder now, chasing your own orgasm. She's clenching around you rhythmically, and you can tell she's close again despite her protests.
"Cum for me, Wonyoung. Cum for me like a good girl."
"I'm—oh god—I'm cumming~!"
She cums so hard she nearly collapses, and you have to hold her hips up. The feeling of her pussy spasming around you tips you over the edge.
"Fuck—I'm cumming—"
You bury yourself deep and cum hard, filling her up. She makes this broken sound as she feels it, her body going limp.
When you finally stop pulsing you collapse next to her. You're both breathing hard, covered in sweat. There's cum leaking out of her onto the sheets.
"Holy shit," she whispers after a long moment.
"Yeah."
She turns her head to look at you, and there's something different in her eyes. "Are we going to do that again?"
You laugh. "Definitely. But first you're going to prove you can behave for a full week."
"That's not fair—"
"Very fair, actually. Good behavior gets rewarded. Bad behavior gets punished." You reach over to brush hair out of her face. "Up to you which one you want."
She's quiet for a moment. Then: "...What if I want both?"
"Greedy."
"Is that a no?"
"That's a 'we'll see how it goes.'"
She smiles, and it's the first genuine smile you've seen from her.
Progress.
~~~
Three Months Later.
"Morning," Wonyoung says when you let yourself into her apartment.
She's at the kitchen counter in an oversized shirt—your shirt, you realize—drinking coffee. Her hair is messy, there are marks on her neck from last night, and she looks so very content.
"Morning." You grab the coffee she made for you. "Busy day?"
"Photo shoot at two. Interview at five. I'll be done by seven."
"Want me to come by after?"
"No shit Sherlock." She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. "I bought that thing you mentioned."
"What thing?"
"The...thing." Her cheeks go slightly pink. "For... you know."
Oh. That thing. "Adventurous."
"Shut up."
You laugh and pull her in for a kiss. She melts into it immediately, making a pleased sound.
"Behave today," you tell her when you pull back.
"I always behave now."
"Sure you do."
"I do! I've been perfect for weeks!"
"Three days ago you told a sasaeng fan to eat glass."
"That's different—they were following me—"
"I'm not saying it wasn't deserved." You kiss her forehead. "I'm saying watch your temper."
She grumbles but nods. "Fine. But you owe me later."
"Deal."
When you arrive that night, she's already naked, kneeling on the bed exactly how you taught her. Hands behind her back, thighs spread, head down.
"Good girl," you say, and watch her shiver.
Some things never change.
You undress slowly, letting her wait. When you finally join her on the bed she looks up at you with those dark eyes, and there's nothing but want there.
"Please," she whispers.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. I've been good. I've been so good."
"You have." You cup her face. "You've been perfect."
You fuck her slowly this time. Taking your time, praising her, making her cum twice before you even get close. When you finally do cum, buried deep inside her, she's sobbing your name into the pillow.
Afterward, she curls into your side, boneless and satisfied.
