The set lights are dimming, one by one, leaving only soft gold spilling over the props and the bottles of premium liquor. The clink of glasses and idle chatter have faded. The crew has drifted out, leaving the studio quiet, except for the slick sounds echoing from behind the bar.
Sunmi is on her knees, her red dress pooling around her thighs like spilled wine. The diamonds at her throat catch the fading light, winking as she bobs her head. Her lips are painted in the shade of her dress - deep, decadent, impossible to miss. The same red is smeared along your shaft, vivid marks left by every pass of her mouth.
She looks up at you with a sly smile before plunging down again, her tongue swirling, her spit mixing with the lipstick, making everything even wetter and sloppier. Her fingers grip the base of your cock, holding you as she works. Each time she pulls back, she lets her tongue loll, painting your skin with red streaks before swallowing you down once more.
Her moans vibrate through you, making your knees threaten to buckle. She’s relentless, unbothered by the mess, taking pride in the way your cock glistens with saliva and color. Every bob of her head leaves another crimson ring, and every wet, sucking sound echoes in the empty studio.
Sunmi pops off for a moment, grinning up at you.
“You like it messy, right?”
She purrs, her voice husky and a little smug. She drags her tongue over your tip, eyes locked with yours, and leaves another bold smudge of lipstick just below the head.
Then she plunges down again, taking you deep, her throat relaxing as her hand strokes what she can’t fit. Her free hand glides up your thigh, nails sharp and painted, dragging lines of red along your skin. She gags once, lets her spit spill down your shaft, then pulls off with a shuddering gasp, spit and color trailing from her lips.
“Your cock looks so good ruined like this.”
She whispers, then licks you clean, slow and lazy, as if she’s tasting the thrill of giving a random camera man head.
You’re barely holding on, fingers tangled in her hair, as Sunmi grins up at you, lipstick smeared, eyes bright with heat. Then she reaches down and tugs the neckline of her dress lower.
The fabric slides. Her tits spill free. The red of her nails pops against her skin as she cups them, squeezing slowly, thumbs brushing over her nipples while she leans forward and takes you back into her mouth.
No hands now. Just lips. Tongue. Throat.
She moans around you as she plays with herself, her breasts bouncing softly with every bob of her head. Spit coats your cock instantly, thick and warm. The sounds are obscene in the empty studio - wet sucking, breathy moans, the soft slap of saliva.
You watch, hypnotized.
She pulls back just enough to breathe.
“Look at me… I want you to watch me ruin myself on your cock.”
Then she sinks down again.
You can’t resist anymore. Your hand slides into her hair, fingers threading through the glossy strands until you’re holding a firm grip. She moans at the pressure, hips shifting slightly, leaning into it instead of away. You guide her rhythm, setting the pace. She follows eagerly, taking you deep, her throat relaxing as she lets you slide farther each time. Bubbles of spit form around the base where her lips meet your skin. Some of her saliva drips down, landing between her tits, glistening under the studio lights.
She keeps playing with her chest, squeezing, pinching, eyes half‑lidded with arousal even as her mouth stays full. Every time you pull her back, she immediately pushes forward again, chasing the feeling of your cock filling her mouth.
“God…”
She breathes when she comes up for air, spit stringing from her lips to your cock.
“Don’t stop… use my mouth…”
And then she dives back down, determined to take every inch of your length.
You feel your orgasm building, heat gathering, pressure winding tighter with every thrust of Sunmi’s messy, eager mouth. Your hand tightens in her hair, hips starting to buck, and you gasp out a warning.
“Sunmi, I’m close…”
She glances up, eyes alight, and gently pulls off your cock, leaving it glistening with spit and lipstick. With a wicked smile, she sits up on her knees, lets the straps of her red dress fall completely aside, and presses her slick, soft tits together around your shaft.
“Not in my mouth yet.”
She purrs, squeezing her breasts so your cock nestles perfectly in the valley between them.
“Make a proper mess of me. I want you to use my body as a canvas.”
She starts to move, sliding up and down your shaft, her tits pillowy and warm, skin slick with her saliva. Her breasts drag along your length with every stroke. She goes slow at first, teasing, then picks up speed, jiggling her chest with expert control, her necklace glinting as it bounces above her cleavage.
You groan, needing to hold onto the bar behind you to stay upright. Every bounce, every squeeze, pushes you closer. Sunmi grins, reading you perfectly. She tilts her head, lets her hair tumble back in a perfect, glossy fall that frames her diamond necklace and bare, beautiful shoulders. She flicks her tongue along her lips, locking eyes with you.
“I want to taste it. Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”
That’s all it takes. Your hips stutter, every muscle tightening, and with a shuddering groan you finally break.
Hot ropes of cum shoot from your cock, landing across her breasts, streaking over her necklace and collarbone, splashing up onto her chin and cheek. Sunmi moans, gasping as the heat hits her skin, her tits still squeezing your cock for every last drop. One sticky arc lands across her closed eye, and she laughs, licking her lips as she lets your cum paint her face and chest.
When you finally finish, Sunmi looks up at you, one eye closed, cum glistening on her skin and diamonds, a grin of pure approval on her lips. She lets out a satisfied moan, then drags a finger through the mess and slowly licks it clean, savoring the taste as she keeps her gaze locked on yours.
Candles flickered along the stone walls, their light dancing over ancient carvings. The scent of incense and melted wax hung thick in the air. At the center, a low stone altar gleamed with oil and symbols etched in gold leaf. Pools of wax had already formed along the edge, dripping slowly, deliberately.
Her heels clicked softly against the flagstone floor as she followed High Priest Elias. Her pulse thrummed in her ears. The silk robes they gave her clung to her body, thin and ceremonial, leaving her breasts bare beneath the fabric.
"Kneel," Elias said. His voice was deep, firm, but not unkind.
She obeyed, sinking onto the cool stone floor. Knees apart. Head bowed. The candlelight made her nipples stand out, tight and aching.
From the shadows, another figure emerged.
High Priest Malachai.
Older. His presence was carved from command. His robe hung heavy around him, but there was no mistaking the heat in his eyes. His gaze swept over her, slow and assessing.
Sunmi's throat tightened.
"What... what is this?" she asked, voice trembling.
"A rite of purification," Elias said from behind her. "A devotion."
"You will offer your body fully," Malachai added. "To the flame. To the order. To us."
Sunmi hesitated.
She shouldn't want this.
But as Elias stepped closer, she felt the deep pulse between her legs. The wax. The pain. The heat. The power.
"I... I submit," she whispered.
Malachai moved first, lighting a long black taper candle from one of the altars. The flame glowed gold against the curved bowl of wax already pooled at the top.
Elias took a position behind her, hands moving to her shoulders. "Speak the vow."
"I offer my body," she said, louder this time. "To the flame. To the mark. To the Order."
"Then be still."
Malachai tilted the candle.
The first drop of wax fell onto her breast. It struck just above her nipple, sharp and hot. She gasped.
Another drop followed. Lower this time. Right onto the tip.
She whimpered, hips rocking without meaning to.
Elias's hands moved down her arms, steadying her. "Good. Feel it. Accept it."
The wax continued. Drip after drip, tracing down her chest. Sunmi bit her lip. Her body was betraying her, wetness soaking between her thighs.
"You're shaking," Malachai said.
"It hurts," she whispered.
"But you’re wet."
He knelt before her now, the candle in one hand, the other lifting the hem of her robe. His fingers found her soaked.
"So eager to be claimed," he said, almost amused.
Behind her, Elias had already begun undressing. She turned her head and saw his cock—hard, thick, flushed dark. Her mouth went dry.
Malachai rose. He untied his robe and let it fall. Another cock. Bigger. Older. Veined.
"Open your mouth," Elias said.
Sunmi obeyed.
He stepped forward. She took him between her lips, slow, tongue swirling, moaning as she sucked him deep.
Malachai stepped behind her. His hands gripped her hips, parting her thighs. "Do not stop."
She didn’t. Even as Malachai pushed into her, cock stretching her soaked pussy open, she moaned around Elias’s cock.
It was overwhelming—the full stretch of her mouth, the deep thrusts from behind, the wax still cooling on her nipples.
Elias groaned, his hand fisting in her hair. "Good girl. Just like that."
Malachai thrust deeper. Harder. Her body rocked between them.
"She serves well," he growled. "Tight. Hungry."
Sunmi was drowning in sensation. Her throat, her cunt, her clit all screaming. Pain and heat and ecstasy blended.
Elias pulled out of her mouth. "Turn her. Let her suck you."
Malachai pulled out. Sunmi twisted, dazed and flushed. Elias gripped her jaw.
"Service him. Now."
She dropped her head, took Malachai into her mouth. He groaned low, his hand guiding her rhythm.
Behind her, Elias spread her legs again and entered her soaked pussy with a grunt.
"So full of our devotion," he whispered.
Sunmi choked on Malachai’s cock as Elias thrust deep into her from behind. The wax on her skin cracked as her breasts bounced with every push.
She was whimpering now. Crying. Overwhelmed. Alive.
"I can't—"
"You can," Elias said. "You will."
Malachai pulled out. His cock glistened with her spit.
"Lay her back," he said. "Let her take both."
They lifted her onto the altar.
Malachai straddled her chest, sliding his cock back into her mouth. Elias stayed between her legs, thrusting deeper now, his hand flicking more wax across her breasts.
She came hard. Guttural. Body convulsing.
They kept going.
Malachai moaned. His cock jerked. He spilled over her tongue. Hot, bitter.
Elias followed moments later, burying himself inside her with a deep growl, filling her with his release.
They both stepped back.
Sunmi lay there, ruined. Marked. Wax cooling on her skin. Come leaking from every hole.
leitora x sunmi
smut
achei nos rascunhos e decidi postar! não é um comeback kkkk bjs
você observa sunmi através dos longos cílios. a cada espasmo, seu corpo brilhava sob a meia luz aconchegante da sala de estar. "por favor, amor... eu preciso de um tempo." ela pede, esbaforida. o cabelo longo e escuro se espalhou pelo sofá porque a mulher havia se contorcido conforme sua sensibilidade aumentava.
"quem resolve sou eu, linda." você deposita um beijinho molhado na virilha avermelhada da namorada. "e eu acho que você ainda consegue mais um, huh?"
sunmi protesta, balança a cabeça negativamente.
"por mim? hm?" outros beijinhos marcam a parte interna da coxa de sunmi, que estremece outra vez.
a revolta da outra se esvai, e ela abre as pernas pra te dar mais acesso ainda. devagarinho, você beija cada pedaço da vulva. aos poucos aumenta o uso da língua. o tesão volta a melar os pequenos lábios de sunmi, e sua buceta vaza com o mel doce que agracia tua boca desde às 8 da noite.
"hm, amor..." uma lambida certeira faz o quadril da tua namorada ganhar vida, e ela rebola contra teu músculo habilidoso como uma safada que não teve a sede saciada por anos.
você chupa o clítoris com jeitinho, sentindo o inchaço aumentar conforme o estímulo é cantado por sunmi. os gemidos não tão tímidos são seguidos por puxadas incessantes no teu cabelo. sem força, ela se entrega de vez quando sente seus dedos alargando sua entrada.
"me diz, linda. vai gozar?"
a resposta foi não só o silêncio do gemido entalado na garganta, mas também a pulsação errática do nervo abusado. você insiste nas lambidas para intensificar seu orgasmo até que ela fique super sensível outra vez. o cansaço toma conta das duas após as duas da manhã, e cair no sono agarradinhas soa como a melhor ideia.
Hi guys! Just a quick introduction: I'm Lua, 27 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).
I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)
Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!
I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;
If I see spam in my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.
I don't write about any disorders at all.
Do NOT call me mommy under any circumstances, I'll be rude to you if you do.
Please be kind to each other! 💖
My favorite groups are:
BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ
Alright, well, here we go with this one. Sunmi is definitely softer than Hwasa was in the last fic I wrote. A little bit of cosplay for the tired idol.
Length 1.9K
Sunmi x F reader
Making her way home from a rough practice session, Sunmi just wanted to rest. She was sweaty and tired. “Agh!” Sunmi shouted as she struggled with the door to her apartment. She had a harsh frown on her from her earlier dance practice. The constant mistakes of the backup dancers had gotten on her nerves, and the last thing she needed was for the door to make things difficult. She tried a few more times to open the door, but each time it rejected her. Sunmi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself so she wouldn’t do anything rash. She punched in her code again, and this time, the door unlatched.
Inside the home, you kick your feet as you watch TV. Your ears perk up as you hear the door open, and you walk to the front door, poking your head from behind the wall to see your lover coming in. You give her a soft smile, and as Sunmi looks up, she gives you one in return. “How was your day?”
“It was rough,” Sunmi says in an annoyed tone. You walk up to her, taking her sweatshirt off her. “Things just haven’t been good.” Sunmi begins to strip out of all her clothes. You feel the heat rush to your face as she pulls off her top; her white bra keeps her breasts hidden from you, but it’s only for a moment. You watch her toss her bra to the ground, her heavy breasts swaying now that they are free of their confines. “That feels so much better.” Sunmi groans as she cups her breasts, giving them a slight squeeze before bending over as she pulls down her sweatpants and panties in one motion. You gulp and stand there, stunned at her beauty. As your eyes move down her body, you spot her flaccid cock swing between her legs.
“I-uh, got your bath ready for you.” You tell her.
“Thanks, baby,” she says, planting her lips on yours for a brief second. I really need you tonight.” She whispers into your ear as she passes you and heads into the bathroom. You grab the clothes she had laid on the floor and bring them to her room, clinging to them as you use your back to push the door open. You place them into a hamper before heading to the closet. You thought that maybe Sunmi needed something special to lift her spirits.
Looking through the closet, you don’t spot very much until you reach the end. It was a cosplay you had made but hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. When you tried it on once before, Sunmi mentioned how much she’d love to see you in it again. You change into the sailor uniform, struggling as it feels tighter around your chest. Still, it was relatively easy to put on, considering you had made it all in one piece. You grab the gloves, heels, and headpiece and head over to the mirror in the corner of the room. Before putting anything else on, you look at yourself, turning around to see that the skirt is too short. Your butt stuck out. You pulled on the skirt, hoping you could cover more of your ass, but found that it wasn’t helping.
You sigh and worry as you slip on your gloves and heels, placing the headpiece on last. Then, you sit on the bed, waiting for Sunmi to come out of the bath. It doesn’t take too much waiting; Sunmi was never one to enjoy a long bath when you were around. You hear her muffled step coming toward the bedroom and stand up, slapping your cheeks to get yourself pumped. That facade slips the moment Sunmi opens the door, still naked. She hadn’t even dried herself off completely. The remaining water runs down her body; your eyes follow one bead of water as it moves down her stomach, stopping only when it reaches her cock. It twitches as she looks over you, slowly rising. “Mars power, make-up!” You say in a less-than-confident tone. You’re slow to strike the pose that goes along with the quote, but you're still shy about the skirt being too short. You manage it somehow, turning to the side and taking a step forward. Your skirt floats momentarily, letting Sunmi notice you have no panties on. Her cock twitches again, and she comes closer.
There’s a sly smile on her face as she grabs your hands and pushes you onto the bed, holding them above your head as she taps your foot. You understand and spread your legs slowly, looking away from Sunmi, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. Her warm breath hits your neck before her lips touch your neck. Sunmi’s tongue runs across it; you whimper in response. “Little Sailor Mars isn’t so tough, is she?” Sunmi asks, teasing your quick submission. You feel Sunmi give you a light bite, leaving a hickey on your neck. Sunmi shifts her hands, placing one of yours on top of the other and holding them above your head so she could have a free hand. She runs it along your side, moving it up and down until she glances at your tits. Sunmi raises her hand and squeezes one, her thumb circling your nipple. You whine; Sunmi uses her nail to flick your hard nipple. She cups your tit, shaking it, amused by how soft it is, before leaving it and moving her hand down. Sunmi’s fingers move down your stomach, over your belly button, and under your red skirt.
“Ah, Sunmi,”
“Shh, quiet Mars. I’ll tell you when to talk.” She says, her fingers running along your wet lips. She teases you by pushing the tip of her middle finger inside. “I want you to respond to me. You’re so wet. Are you looking forward to this?” You nod slowly, “Say it then.”
“I want this.” Sunmi smiles and slips two fingers inside you. You reactively raise your hips.
“Oh, you really want this. Maybe I should move on to the real thing.”
Sunmi pulls her fingers away and grabs her cock, rubbing it against your folds and cooing. Sunmi doesn’t ask you if you’re ready; instead, she holds onto your waist with one hand and drives her cock into you. “Oh fuck,” Sunmi moans. You feel her cock become buried inside you and throw your head back. Sunmi ultimately lets go of your hands, placing them firmly on your waist. “Little Mars hasn’t had a cock like this, has she?”
“It’s so big,” You groan, settling into your role as Sailor Mars.
“You’re so tight. You’re practically keeping me inside.” Sunmi slowly drags her cock out of you, your walls rubbing the tip of her cock as they close around her. Sunmi thrusts her hips forward. Your eyes flutter as you feel Sunmi’s cock kiss your womb. A loud moan comes from you, making her happy as she proceeds to pound your small body with quick thrusts. Sunmi forces your walls apart with every deep thrust. Your mind was quickly becoming mush as her cock began to bring you closer to your climax. You cup Sunmi’s cheeks, kissing her. She forces her tongue into your mouth, exploring it. Your legs wrap around Sunmi, keeping her trapped. “All you had to say was you wanted it inside.” Sunmi giggles. She plants kisses along your neck, letting your moans flow from your lips.
“S-Sunmi, I’m going to cum.” You whine as you hold onto her shoulders. “I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!” You shout. Your body tenses up; your legs force Sunmi in deeper as your walls tighten around her cock. You feel the thick shaft throbbing inside you. “I want it.” You mumble. Sunmi continues to thrust, burying herself inside you as she cums. You feel the warm liquid flood your pussy. Your groans fill the room. As your body relaxes, Sunmi pulls your legs apart and pulls out of you.
A shiver is sent down your spine as you feel Sunmi’s tongue move between your lips. You look down to see your lover eating you out. As her tongue pushes inside, you grip the bedsheets. “Ah, wait, it’s dirty.” You moan, but Sunmi doesn’t respond to your words. You feel her arms wrap around your thighs. She pushes her tongue deep into your cunt, her tongue rubbing against the sides as she tastes the mixture of your nectar and her cum. You place your hand on Sunmi’s head, gently pushing her. You can feel Sunmi’s nose rub against your clit; it sends shocks throughout your system. Your lips form an O as constant moans flow from you. You feel Sunmi smile at her handiwork as she continues to lap at your cunt, her tongue moving expertly to give you the most pleasure.
You cry out as you near another orgasm. Sunmi feels your legs tense in her arms and slows down. Your lover’s tongue robs your womb of her cum. She crawls over your body and carefully spills it onto your face. You open your mouth, allowing it to drip onto your tongue. The salty liquid sticks to your tongue, but you make it a point to show Sunmi an empty mouth. In return, she cups your cheek, her thumb gently rubbing across it. “I didn’t know Sailor Mars was so naughty.”
“Only for you,” You manage to mumble. Sunmi gently kisses your lips before rolling you onto her lap.
“I want to see you ride me.” You nod your head and grab her cock, stroking the thick shaft slowly as you align it with your cunt. You feel the head pressing against the entrance and slowly drop yourself onto Sunmi’s cock. You accidentally place your hands on her chest, feeling her soft mounds. “Why don’t you have a taste of these if you want them so bad.” She comments. You blush and lean down, kissing her breast before tracing her nipple with your tongue. Sunmi pats your head as you do this, light moans coming from her as your cunt swallows her cock with ease. You switch breasts after a time; the slow bounces on Sunmi’s cock were enough for now. Your energy was running low. Sunmi was getting tired at this point, too. She just watched you with a smile as you bounced on her cock, reveling in every movement as your walls rubbed against her cock.
She leaned up, kissing you softly before telling you to pick up the pace. “I want to see you cum, again.” She grips your waist and begins thrusting into you. Your moans slowly rise in volume as you help Sunmi reach her goal by dropping your weight onto her cock. Every time she thrusts up, you meet her in the middle. Each thrust kisses your womb, and your walls begin to tighten around her.
“I’m cumming, Sunmi. I want to cum together, please!” You whine. Sunmi takes your hands, holding them tightly as you impale yourself on her cock. Your walls milk Sunmi, greedily taking every drop of cum from her. Her baby batter floods your womb again, filling you before seeping out of your cunt and running down her shaft. You collapse onto Sunmi’s chest, kissing her tits until she tilts your head back and kisses you again.
“You were great, baby.” She says before giving you a slight tap on the ass. “I really needed this.”
“Anything for you.” You mutter before resting your head against her chest and drifting off into a deep slumber with Sunmi still inside you.
In honor of @gammasnippets who suggested a return fic involving noona.
It was all her idea.
"Babe, just come on the trip. A little relaxation vacation won't hurt."
It didn't take much to convince you, especially after seeing the types of clothes she was packing. Just that one sentence and the visual cues end up making your decision for you.
In a short amount of time, you’re on a flight to the Maldives with Lee Sunmi on your side, excited for the eventual vacation she planned. After a decent 8-hour flight, you arrive at your destination. A driver awaits the both of you, and you both quickly hop into the vehicle prepared for you. The driver brings you to this secluded beach house, it seems like Sunmi really wanted a peaceful and quiet vacation. The location seemed somewhat perfect, being naturally fenced with many tropical trees with the beach just to the back of the house. It gives you the vibe of being on a remote island, just the two of you enjoying your time off.
As you unload the luggage the driver says to both of you, “Hope you lovebirds enjoy your stay here. If you have any issues, just contact the same person you made the accommodation with. I believe they also left their contact info on the counter as well, so feel free to use the landline in the house.”
“Thanks for the drive. Hope you’ll be our driver when we depart back home.” You hand him a $10 bill and he smiles at your gesture.
“Thank you for being such great passengers. I’ll most likely be the one driving you back, so I’ll see you when the time comes. Enjoy!” He gets back into his vehicle and drives off, leaving you two alone in this quiet paradise. You both enter the beach house and the interior is just as beautiful as the exterior. The interior design truly helps immerse yourself into the overall vibe of the vacation. As you admire the interior and take a small tour, you wonder where your girlfriend is.
After looking all over the interior of the beach house, you still couldn’t find her. You suddenly realize her possible location as you start to see a trail of clothes leading you in the direction of the beach connected to the house. After arriving at the said beach, you see your girlfriend laying on a swinging daybed in a blue flower-patterned sundress. As soon as she notices your presence, she calls out to you.
“Babe, take a picture of me!” She ushers you to her holding out her phone. You quickly take possession of the phone and open up the camera app.
“Okay. One, two, three.” You take a blast of photos of her, hoping that amongst them she finds one that she likes. You hand back her phone to her, and she quickly swipes through the photos you took.
“Babe, what do you think about this one?” She shows you the picture on the screen.
“You look perfect.” You join her on the swinging daybed, laying beside her and putting your head on the crane of her neck.
“Perfect, and just posted it on my Instagram.” She places her phone to her side and starts snuggling into you as well.
“You know you didn’t have to publicly post that picture...”
“But you said I looked perfect, the world needs to know when my boyfriend thinks I look perfect.” She grins and looks in your direction. You then start to feel hot air being blown near your ear.
“You know... now that you’re here, I have something to confess.”
“Oh?”
“I’m guessing you saw the trail of clothes on your way here?” You nod to her question.
“I just wanted to lure you in...” You turn your head and meet her gaze. She returns with it her own, but in a more seductive way. She cups your cheeks, and your face gets closer to yours. You anticipate something but then she moves her lips right next to your ear.
“The only thing you see, is the only thing I have on...” she moves back to in front of your lips and you can feel the tension in the air just from the closeness between you two. The feeling of both of your breaths, the temperature rising, and just the anticipation. Fuck it.
You initiate first as your lips approach hers, and as soon as they make contact it’s like fireworks all over again. The first few kisses were just passionate, not as animalistic as usual when these situations start to run their course. It seems like she was patient, even though she planned for this to happen in the first place. But when her tongue starts licking your lips and asking for entrance, that’s when the transition starts.
As soon as you open your mouth to let her in, you already feel her tongue start to attack yours. Meanwhile, you’re distracted by the make-out session, you have barely noticed that she’s already straddled you and hiked up her sundress. As soon as you feel the heat on your shorts you break away from the kiss.
“You weren’t kidding when you said your sundress isn’t the only thing you have on.” She cups your cheeks and presses your foreheads together. Your noses touch and you can feel the hot air coming from both of your noses only signifying what’s to come. She wraps her arms around your neck and begins her work. It’s like every action she does in these moments is for the sole purpose of pulling you into pleasure.
She begins to roll her hips on your clothed crotch, the heat immediately being felt as she grinds for a purpose. You begin to hear her whimper and moan, as she returns her lips back to near your ear. Normally during this time, you become impatient with her and take over, but for some reason, you decide to just let her do all the foreplay work for the time being. You move your hands to her waist, not to guide her, but just for an output of pleasure every time she rolls over a specific place. Whenever that happens, you just squeeze her waist just a little tighter to signal her.
You feel like enough is enough, and when you feel her wetness dampen your shorts you take over. She squeals as you turn her over so she is on the bottom of you. She felt like you were almost possessed by how fast you changed positions. You lower down her sundress straps and begin your turn of foreplay. You trace her jawline with pecks all over, and with every peck along it, she squirms just the right amount to signal her pleasure to you.
“Babe, ugh.” She starts to begin feeling hazy after every action done to her. You move down to her neck and lick around trying to find her sweet spot. Once you hear her whine purr out, you immediately begin to mark her as your own with a love bite. You keep moving down, pecking her at every chance. You reach her cleavage and move closer to her areola. You tease her by rolling your tongue around her areola and occasionally roll your tongue on the peak of her nipple. She grabs the back of your head, signaling you to increase your pace.
Quickly, you take her nipple in your mouth and her moans increase in volume. While sucking on her nipple your tongue also joins the mix and licks her peak when it peaks out from your lips in your mouth. Your other hand isn’t idle as it mimics the same action your lips and tongue do to the unattended breast for the time being. When you’ve had your fill, you move to the other breast and give it the same attention, and same actions in the same way.
After both breasts are covered in your saliva you kiss down to her midriff, giving a few pecks to her belly button as well, her squirming under your touch as you kiss her ticklish spot. You keep pecking down till you reach the prized possession. The delicacy in front of you is begging to be pleasured, seeing her arousal peeking out as she also waits in anticipation. You dive right in as your tongue meets her folds. You lick up and down on her folds in succession and occasionally suckle on her clit to heighten her arousal. She reaches her peak in no time, right when you decide to put all the attention on flicking and sucking her blooming clit. She dissolves into her own pleasure and you lap her juices up as if you’ve been deprived of them for too long.
When she returns from her high, you get into position on top and begin another make-out session, both animalistic and sloppy showing the hunger you both have for each other. You get rid of your shorts and stroke yourself to full mast and with no warning, you rub your tip as a small tease and part her folds. Normally you’d switch positions for a turn of your own pleasure but as impatient as you are you decided to skip the appetizers and move on to the main course. You feel her moan into your mouth as soon as you enter into her tight cavern. You pause so she can adjust, but she decides to deal with it and she begins to rock her hips toward you. Getting the hint, you take over the pace. You break from the kiss and all you hear coming from her splayed-open mouth are her faint moans and heavy breaths. When you change the angle of attack, however, she lets out a cry of pleasure.
“Fuck! Right there baby, keep going!” You continue your actions, and the only sounds being heard in the area are the sounds of the waves and the waves of pleasure that both of you are experiencing. The sound of skin slapping skin only increases, as you escalate the rhythm of your thrusts. After a handful of thrusts, you begin to decrease your rhythm, clearly fatigued after all of the foreplay and thrusting. Sunmi notices this and taps your shoulder.
“You want me on top? You look like you’re tired.” No words needed to be said as you switch positions with no warning whilst still inside her and she lets out a squeal of pleasure.
“Ugh, fuck! You definitely reached deeper when changing the position.” She takes her time, especially after that sudden moment of pleasure, and slowly beings riding on your shaft. Whenever she takes you to the hilt and grinds for a swift moment it only heightens your pleasure. After a few times of doing she starts to feel your shaft pulse only signaling your impending orgasm. She doesn’t let up, as if she wanted you to unload in her. You try to warn her but every time she grinds her hips, you get blinded by the pleasure. After a handful of bounces and grinds, your balls swell up and you reach your peak. The first spurt shoots up so powerfully that she swore she felt it hit her womb. The remaining spurts are not as powerful but still fill up her cavern. Some of it is too much for it to handle as it leaks down your shaft and pools down in your connection. You have only one thought as you begin to pass out from the pleasure and fatigue.
I hope she isn’t ovulating.
A/N: Well guess who’s back! It feels great to be back for the time being. Though it’s getting close to exams for me at school (another 3 weeks I believe), I decided to come back to the blog. Like I said in my update, “Hopefully, I’ll be back when a better side of me emerges.” I felt like this was the right time, not just because @gammasnippets decided to suggest a return fic of Sunmi noona, but I just feel better overall than when I did when I posted the update. T’was a short retirement, but like MJ has said, “I’m back.” I’ll see you all later, all love <3
Ooie ,tudo bem ?, não sei se você está aceitando pedidos, mas se estiver poderia fazer um smut com a Sunmi×leitora e um pouco de mommy kink?
Sunmi × Leitora – mommy kink.
NSFW depois do corte.
mommy kink, fingering, oral (leitora recebendo), menção a anal (estou meio obcecada, mas isso é segredo viu?), milf!girlfriend!sunmi, diferença de idade entre a leitora e Sunmi é de entre 10 a 12 anos, personagens maiores de idade.
Sunmi sempre observava o jeitinho meigo que você conversava com sua mãe e avó. A vozinha baixa, os olhos brilhantes, a sua obediência e prontidão de se dar inveja em algumas famílias.
Olhava com atenção tudo o que você fazia para as mais velhas, as vezes temendo o que as mesmas poderiam pensar dela, por ser muito mais velha que você e ainda ser uma mulher.
Ela nunca teve nenhum interesse em mommy kink no começo do relacionamento, mas ultimamente isso tem atormentado a mente da mulher. O modo como você fala "mamãe" a deixa louca, então sempre que você e sua mãe estão falando por telefone ela sai de perto.
“ Você 'tá estranha ” falou a ela.
“ Não 'tô não ” respondeu, te encarando.
“ Então porque sempre que eu estou falando com a minha mãe, você sai de perto? ”
Sunmi não sabia que estava sendo tão óbvia assim, muito menos que isso estava te incomodando.
“ Perdão amor. ” te abraçou.
“ Responda a minha pergunta. ” a encarou.
“ É porque o jeitinho que você fala mamãe, me faz querer te foder até suas pernas tremerem. Entendeu amorzinho? ” apertou sua coxa.
Você nunca imaginou que esse seria o motivo da mais velha sair de perto de você quando conversava com sua mãe.
“ Como? ” a perguntou, só para ter certeza.
“ Me chama de mamãe. ” te puxou para perto “ Deixa eu cuidar de você. ”
E quando você menos esperava, você já estava deitada na cama com as pernas abertas enquanto a Lee te comia devoção. Os dedos mais longos que os seus entravam e saíam da sua intimidade com rapidez enquanto a língua quente fazia carinho em seu clitóris, te fazendo arquear as costas e apertar os lençóis da cama.
“ S-sunmi. ” gemeu o nome da mais velha.
“ Vamos amor. Não é difícil fazer o que eu quero. ” começou a fazer carinho em suas coxas.
Não sabia o motivo da mais velha querer tanto que você a chamasse daquele jeito. Do nada assim? Era constrangedor demais para você.
“ Sunmi, por favor... ” a pediu.
“ Peça direitinho. ” passou o polegar suavemente em seu clitóris, te fazendo arrepiar.
“ Mamãe, por favor, me faz gozar. ” falou e colocou seus braços por cima de seu rosto, se escondendo.
“ Viu princesinha? Não foi difícil, foi? ” sorriu, enquanto voltava a comer sua bucetinha, usando sua lubrificação natural para massagear seu buraquinho menor.
“ Amor! ” gemeu mais alto quando sentiu Sunmi ameaçar penetrar um dedo no seu rabinho.
“ O que foi boneca? Você quer que eu brinque com seu rabinho também? ” riu. “ Mas eu tenho que treinar você antes, você precisa ser uma gatinha inteligente. ”
“ Mamãe! Eu vou gozar. ” falou com manha, mas surpresa por ter chamado a namorada de mamãe tão naturalmente depois de tanta relutância de sua parte.
“ Pode gozar amor. ” e você veio. Esguichou nos dedos da Lee, essa que te olhava com paixão e luxúria. “ Quando você descansar o suficiente, a mamãe vai te ensinar a gozar pelo seu rabinho. Entendeu? ”
WARNING—threesome ✦ best friend!chungha + girlfriend!sunmi x reader ✦ power bottom(s) ✦ thigh riding ✦ marking ✦ teasing ✦ breast worship ✦ nipple play ✦ praise kink ✦ stripping ✦ brief mommy kink ✦ princess kink ✦ babygirl kink ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption, breath play, fingering, oral sex, penetration, rewards & punishments
THEMES—borderline smut ✦ open relationship au ✦ best friend au ✦ future smut
NOW PLAYING—Stay Tonight ✦ CHUNG HA
[A/N.] finally a threesome!
this is NOT sex ed, this is entertainment! in real life you have to discuss safe words, boundries and preferences before sex! and after sex it’s important to have aftercare!
I had always thought of my best friend Chungha as an attractive person — damn, I'd even had a crush on her when we were younger! But she never showed me any signs of reciprocating my feelings whenever I'd invite her to "hang out sessions" that were way too romantic to be considered friendly. I mean, how heteronormative must one be if your best friend and you make tea together and then cuddle as you watch the Fear Street series and you think it's a friend thing?! So it was therefore an eye-widening surprise when she grabbed my face and kissed me 20 minutes ago.
We had gone to a party tonight "to have some fun" as Chungha'd phrased it, which I hadn't thought too much about. Had she meant this type of fun? Kissing each other? Or was it just the alcohol that had made her desperate enough to seek out her best friend to let out her sexual frustration on? Lalisa's all girl party seemed to be full of women (and other non-men) too occupied with each other so I definitely understood why she had a hard time finding someone "to have some fun" with.
"I don't want to go home, ____," she mumbled into my shoulder from behind me. Right after she'd kissed me I'd decided it was time to go because I thought she was too drunk and didn't want her to have a horrible hangover the next day, thus we were now outside, waiting for an uber to come and pick us up and away from this place. I was carrying her on my back — thankfully she had decided to wear shorts and not a mini skirt or dress tonight — because I was scared she was drunk enough to pass out any minute and didn't want so much as a scratch on her precious skin. She had told me she wasn't that drunk, only a little tipsy, but I didn't believe her since she had kissed me and I only expected that to be a possible scenario when she's really, really, really drunk.
"You need to go home," I replied. I hadn't called an uber driver and waited 15 minutes for us to stay at this crazy place. She hung her head into the crook of my neck, making her blonde curls fall onto my exposed collarbone and tickle me unintentionally, as well as blessing me with a breeze of lavender instead of the puke I smelled when I had walked past Sakura, Eunbi and the rest of their crew. Tough night for Sakura I'm guessing, I heard that her ex had moved on with Somi (yes, that's a reference to my Somi fic).
"Stay tonight?" my best friend asked softly into my ear.
"You can stay at my place tonight," I suggested instead of going to hers because Sunmi, my girlfriend, had earlier today requested if we could watch a movie together and I didn't want to disappoint her with lack of attention and care. Whenever we had sleepovers — which happened often — we would be at Chungha's place since she had no roomate, so this would therefore be our first time having one at my place. Her and Sunmi weren't the bestest friends so I wasn't sure how this would go. They didn't hate each other; they just didn't click well together for some reason.
"Yay!" she giggled calmly into my ear, tightening her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders even more, making it a little difficult to breathe but it was fine because she seemed happy and that made me happy. It didn't seem to matter to her that we would stay at my place instead of hers, whether it was because she thought Sunmi wasn't there or because she was drunk I wasn't sure — but once again as long as she was smiling I was fine with whatever.
She was always such a cutie whenever she was drunk, always saying or doing weird stuff cutely, like making ugly faces [cutely because looking ugly is impossible for her] or singing songs in very high pitches to make me laugh. Only Chungha was this cute when she was drunk. Other people looked like they were done with everything when they were drunk. And then there were those people who were straight up obnoxious and too loud when they were drunk but let's not talk about them!
Before I could soften up even more at her hair and nose tickling me, the uber was here. For a microsecond Chungha pouted and then got off my back, but I didn't notice as I was too busy opening the door for her as the considerate friend I am. I followed suit into the car and as if on cue she put her head on my shoulder. It was natural to me; I was used to her affection at this point, but I wasn't aware of the thoughts roaming inside her head. She played with my fingers to distract herself. The silence left me thinking. What had happened today? Why did she get drunk? How could she look sad yet happy?
Thankfully I didn't live too far away from Lalisa's so we were soon at our destination. The driver stopped the car and we could finally get away from the cramped space and breathe fresh air. We were two blocks away from my place as I always gave uber drivers an address a bit away from my real one in case they were creeps; yes, I had trust issues. "Hop on!" I said and bent down so Chungha could climb onto my back again.
During the seven minutes trip of me walking with her on my back she held onto me not as people normally did to not fall down, but rather as if it were a backhug, nuzzling into me. She was talking about random things she had on her mind, like how she was craving a bag of flamin' hot cheetos (she was one of those spicy chicks) and how she liked the smell of my perfume. But sadly enough she wouldn't get any cheetos since the last package at home had been eaten by someone — whether it was by me or Sunmi was a mystery — to which she pouted.
When we finally were standing in front of my house I told her to get off my back as quietly as I could muster, as we were outside and it was late and I didn't want to wake any neighbours up because I was the golden neighbour and would want those fuckers to do the same back when I was in my priceless slumber. She complied and waited patiently for me to unlock and open the door. But before I even got to put the key into the hole the door opened and revealed Lee Sunmi in all her glory, waiting with a big smile resting on her tired-looking face.
"Finally you're here, ____!" she whisper-beamed (the door was still open) and hugged me closely — being alone and waiting for her girlfriend to give her some attention always made her extra affectionate and clingy.
But I wasn't alone as she'd wished.
"Oh, she's here," my girlfriend said, visibly less excited. To that Chungha could only roll her eyes, she too wished she wasn't there; that Sunmi was at her friend's place or on a vacation I hadn't mentioned to her — anywhere but here.
"Yup and she will stay tonight."
"Great," Sunmi's smile decreased, closing the door a little harder than necessary, trying not to sound like she's lying although everybody could sense she was. Chungha didn't react to that; after all, she wasn't too happy to see her either.
"I'm just gonna put her to bed and then we'll watch a movie like I promised, Babe!" I explained before my girlfriend even could mention a movie, and pulled Chungha with me to my room (after we'd taken off our shoes, of course, because we weren't American). Sunmi huffed in frustration, but she understood why I'd want my drunk best friend to sleep so she didn't say anything.
Chungha followed my lead to the room upstairs, right above the living room. I opened the door for her and she closed it after us, which was a little strange but she had been acting strange the whole night so I didn't question it too much. Normally when we had sleepovers I would jump onto the bed and she'd do the same, but now it was different because not only was she drunk, we were going to have a sleepover at my place and not hers; the same rules didn't apply here.
"Let's get you to sleep, Baby," I said with a tone a mother would use for her baby or a teenager would for a stranger's puppy, because that's what Chungha was to me. My baby, my puppy, my cute best friend.
"I don't want to sleep, ____," she said with a small pout after I gently tried pulling her down onto the bed beside me — which she refused. Laughing at her drunk state, I patted the spot beside me to tell her difficult ass she should lay down and sleep. With no hesitation she ignored my motion and instead sat comfortably on my thighs. It wasn't unusual for her to sit on my lap or hug me for a minute or two — I was used to all of that. But this time it was different. I could see in her eyes that her intentions weren't the same as they usually would to be.
"If you don't want to sleep what do you want to do?"
She didn't say anything. Instead she looked me in the eyes and began grinding lightly on me. In a way her eyes were asking me if it was OK for her to move like that. I didn't say anything. Instead I looked at her face and then her hips. What was happening? I always had something to say, so why were no words leaving my mouth? And most importantly: why didn't it feel bad when my best friend grinded on me? As she had gotten a silent OK from me she grabbed my hands and put them on her luscious waist.
Sunmi was in the living room doing who-knows-what and here I was casually laying on our bed with my best friend grinding on top of me. Technically, I wasn't cheating on her as we were in an open relationship so this was allowed. We didn't necessarily get jealous when the other had sex with someone else as we agreed that for now in our relationship we were free to experiment different things as long as we used protection when necessary. Plus, when we had threesomes they'd always be adventurous as we never had a clue what the third person liked or had or hadn't tried before. But the difference between having sex with a new person and your best friend is that, although you don't know what to expect from either, it's going to be more eye-opening with your best friend and it could most likely affect your friendship afterwards. I know that Sunmi was OK with me having sex with new people, but would that still apply if that new person was my best friend?
Chungha knew we were in an open relationship as I had on multiple occasions told her about fun experiences I'd had with different people, which is why she had the courage to do something like this, knowing I already was taken but not exclusively.
Finally I opened my mouth to say something, and with a tone deeper than before, which shocked her a bit. "If you're gonna ride me, pick one thigh and do it good." Soon she was on my right one [as she knew it was slightly thicker and muscular than the left one] and rolling her hips smoothly, seducing me more than I ever thought a best friend possibly could.
My thigh between beautifully sculpted ones was an appealing sight indeed. She grinded her clad pussy on my thigh with so much grace it was obvious she was a dancer — and a very experienced one at that. The way she moved her hips so alluringly, the way she circled her arms behind my neck and kept eye-contact with me, her aura — everything — was art. It was like a performance. Her breathy whimpers was the music and worked tremendously at impacting the audience, which was me.
"Touch me, ____." Never in my whole life had I ever gotten affected like this. How she moved so slowly to enjoy and remember every single thrust against my muscles was killing me. She didn't need to tell me twice, my hands travelled up and down her deliciously curved body instantaneously. Never in my whole life had I been with a power bottom...
...but I liked it.
Sunmi was always an obedient good girl — which I loved — and the open relationship was meant for us to experience different sensations sexually such as this one.
"You should speak nicer to me, Babygirl," I teased with a smirk and smacked her ass, to which she let a small, pitchy moan slip.
To tease me more she leaned to my ear and innocently whispered: "Sorry, Mommy."
I didn't know how to react. My best friend called me Mommy. What was I doing? I had always enjoyed taking care of her because I knew she had worries and didn't like talking about them with me and so knowing that I was caring for her when she needed it filled me with joy. Maybe that was why she was grinding on me? Maybe that was why I let her? Maybe that was why we fucking liked it?
She pulled off her blouse, revealing a black push-up bra that held her boobs up perfectly. It was her favorite bra. I knew that because she called it her "lucky bra" she wore on special occasions. Instead of wondering if fucking with me was her special occasion I admired the sight in front of me. She smiled a little. She was still a little shy as she'd never showed her boobs to me in a sexual context before. I could tell that she was feeling a little nervous all of a sudden at showing her body so I put my face between her boobs. That way she wouldn't have to see my face and overthink any small detail and misinterpret it as judgement or dissatisfaction. I placed wet kisses all over the space between them and up to her collarbones, making her giggle cutely at my affection.
After a few minutes of Chungha giggling and whimpering at the tickling feeling of my lips and tongue on her boobs (at least what wasn't covered), I broke away from her body and looked up at her to slowly slipp off one of the straps of the bra. The strap rolled down her arm and exposed her shoulder and part of her boob. "Can I?" I asked, referring to the other strap. She nodded profusely, like she had wanted this all night or a little longer, and muttered a small "yes". Once again I pulled it off slowly as to tease her, seduce her.
And so both straps were resting on her forearms, shoulders naked, collarbones defined. Looking up at her face, I searched for any sign of uncertainty, but there weren't any; she was sure she wanted me to do this. My hand moved from her waist up her back until it felt the bra's fabric. Click! The bra dropped and revealed her plump boobs. She smirked smugly at my reaction and threw the pointless bra away confidently. "Wanna taste?"
I didn't answer, I just started sucking on her nipple as if my life depended on it, giving the other attention by pinching it lightly between my index finger and thumb. Gasping, she tugged a hand into my hair so she could have a grip somewhere to feel like she was at least somewhat in control. But she wasn't. My tongue swirling and my lips sucking on her sensitive nipple sure proved me right. The way she needed to pull my hair back to loosen a little of my power over her as she was panting showed how she was crippling on the inside. During this whole time she was looking at me going at it, having dreamt of seeing me do it to her for too long. I released her boob with a pop sound. The nipple was red and needy, and so was the other — even more so than the one I'd been sucking; I was always better with my fingers.
"Choke me," she said after regaining her breathing.
"Want my fingers around your neck?"
"Yes, please."
"Want my fingers inside you?"
"Yes, p-please."
"Do you think you deserve it, Babygirl."
The front door opened, making both of us turn our heads to the opening, and there she stood, Lee Sunmi, in all her glory.
"Did someone say Babygirl?" she asked and closed the door behind her.
"Don't tell me you're fucking her and not me," she whined with a needy pout, "I've waited for you for hours. The least you can do is invite me, y'know."
She never whined [in a non-sexual way] or complained because she was my good girl but she was now filled with tiredness and deprived of attention and that changed her behavior. I looked back at Chungha, noticing immediately that she was a little annoyed. Bingo!
"Babygirl, if you want to prove to me that you deserve my fingers I have a little mission for you," I said, intriguing her interest.
"You're going to make me cum with your pretty mouth whilst I prepare Sunmi for my strap. Then when I fuck her I want you to watch and handle it without touching yourself, understood?"
"Yes," Chungha said confidently; she'd never had any complaints about her tongue before and she'd do anything for my fingers tonight. I smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear.
Turning my attention to the attention deprived girlfriend by the door, my smile turned into a smirk. "Princess. There. Now," I pointed towards the floor in front of the bed, to which Sunmi obeyed in a second as she was a good girl. I knew she always listened to me, so I felt satisfied. However, there was something about that little naughtiness of Chungha's that intrigued me.
"Good. Now take off your clothes for me." Fuck yes. Sunmi didn't know how to feel about her girlfriend with her best friend in bed — she would've preferred for me to be with someone other than Chungha as she was a threat since we'd known each other for much longer than Sunmi and I. She was tired and a little jealous (I had spent all night with Chungha!), so it only flicked a new side of her. Teasingly, she stood up on her feet and slipped off her tank top in what seemed like slow motion. She took off her shorts even slower and smirked at me. This wasn't like her usual. Was she trying to be...naughty?
"What do you want now?" she asked, not with that sweet tone she always used, but with a rude tone that made me want to punish her for the first time.
✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦
❝ 다가와 내게 이 순간
Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay
By my side
Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay
이 밤 향기에 또 취하고
멈추지 않아도 돼 sta-a-a-ay
더는 움직일 수 없도록
깊숙이 스며들어
Stay with me, ooh
Tonight, stay tonight
Tell me what you wanna do
Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight ❞
( Come to me in this moment
Stay tonight, stay tonight
Stay by my side
Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay
Get drunk on the scent again tonight
You don't have to stop, sta-a-a-ay
Slip in deeply
Until you can't move anymore
Stay with me, ooh
Tonight, stay tonight
Tell me what you wanna do
Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight )
