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MasterList

Series List

Secrets Out!

Episode 1 (Wendy & Seulgi)

Episode 2 (Karina)

Red Velvet

Best Lollipop Ever! (Wendy)

Sharing Is Caring! (Yeri & Joy)

The Big Reveal! (OT5)

Secrets Out! Pt. 1 (Wendy & Seulgi)

Twice

No more Games! (Chaeyoung)

Lesserafim

Is it hate? Or love? (Yunjin)

Make You Stay. (Chaewon)

BlackPink

Who’s better? (Lisa & Leejung)

Aespa

Secrets Out! Ep.2 (Karina)

[mistyrani]

Caring is Sharing

EP. 3 STCY: StayC x Male Reader

counts: ~8,600 words

You wake up It's 6 a.m., the house quiet, sunlight barely creeping through your window.

You groan, trying to shake your morning wood off, and throw on a T-shirt and sweatpants, hoping a quick trip to the bathroom will clear your head.

You step into the hallway.

There's Isa, fresh from a shower, her dark hair damp and clinging to her bare face, no makeup, just her natural glow. She's in a loose tank top and tiny shorts, her skin still flushed from the hot water. Her eyes drop to your sweatpants, spotting the obvious bulge, and a sly smirk spreads across her lips.

"Morning problem?" she teases, her voice low, stepping closer. Before you can stammer a reply, she grabs your wrist and pulls you into her room, shutting the door with a click.

"Isa, what—" you start, but she's already on her knees, tugging your sweatpants down. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing, and she doesn't hesitate, wrapping her hand around it, her grip firm and warm.

"Shh, let me help," she murmurs, her eyes locked on yours, all mischief and heat. She strokes you slowly, her thumb brushing the tip, making you suck in a breath.

Then she leans in, her lips closing around you, her tongue swirling as she takes you deeper. You grip her shoulder, your knees weak, trying not to groan too loud.

"Fuck, Isa," you whisper, your voice rough as her mouth works you, her head bobbing with a rhythm that's driving you crazy. She hums against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine, and you're already close, the intensity of her sucking pulling you to the edge.

She pulls back for a second, her lips slick, smirking up at you. "You're so easy," she says, then dives back in, her hand stroking what her mouth can't reach. It's too much—her heat, her confidence—and you lose it, cumming hard with a stifled groan, your release spilling into her mouth. She swallows, licking her lips as she pulls away, standing with that same sly grin.

"Better?" she asks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, casual as hell.

You nod, still catching your breath, pulling up your sweatpants, "Fuck that was…" Your face is burning, but she just laughs, soft and low, stepping back to grab a towel from her chair.

"You're welcome," she says, her eyes glinting. "You're gonna need it in this house."

You sit on the edge of her bed, "Hey, Isa," you say, rubbing the back of your neck. "About J… I fucked up yesterday, yelling at her like because she's too clingy. How do I make it right?"

Isa leans against her desk, crossing her arms, her tank top shifting to show a sliver of her stomach. "J's sensitive, even if she acts all wild," she says, her voice softer now. "She likes you, probably more than she's letting on. Just talk to her, be real. Say you're sorry, but don't make it a big deal—she hates that. Maybe do something small, like grab her a coffee or sketch something with her. She's into art, so that'd hit her right."

You nod, taking it in. "Got it. Just be straight with her, thanks, Isa."

She shrugs, her smirk returning. "Don't screw it up again, big guy." She shoos you out, "Now go, before the others wake up and start asking questions."

You slip out of her room, your heart still racing, the day already off to a wild start.

You head downstairs to the kitchen, your throat's dry, and you need water to cool off and clear your head.

The house is still quiet, you grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with tap water, gulping it down as you lean against the counter, trying to focus on how to make things right with J.

The stairs creak, and Yoon comes down, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, dressed in a loose tank top and sweatpants. She's carrying a laundry basket, her arms wrapped around it, heading for the small laundry room off the kitchen.

You glance over, and your eyes catch the pile in her basket—a tangle of bras and panties, lacy and colorful, spilling over the edge. A black bra with a little bow and a pair of red panties stand out, and you quickly look away, your face heating up, trying not to stare.

"Morning," Yoon says, her voice casual but tired, like she's already dreading her shift at the coffee shop. She sets the basket on the counter, sorting through it, completely unbothered that you're standing there. "You're up early again. What's with you and these dawn raids on the kitchen?"

You shrug, sipping your water, keeping your eyes on the glass. "Just grabbing some water." You're trying to sound normal, but your voice is a little tight.

She glances at you, smirking as she catches your quick look at her basket. "Eyes up, pyro," she teases, tossing a pair of panties into the washing machine. "It's just laundry. You act like you've never seen a bra before."

You choke on your water, coughing slightly. "I—uh, wasn't looking," you mutter, your face burning now. "Just… zoned out."

"Sure you were," she says, her smirk widening as she keeps sorting, her movements quick and efficient. "This place is gonna eat you alive if you blush every time you see some underwear." She grabs a handful of bras, tossing them into the machine, and you can't help but notice the way her tank top shifts, showing a hint of her curves.

"Anyway," she continues, slamming the washer door shut and starting the cycle, "I'm doing laundry before my shift. Gotta look semi-decent for the Karens at the coffee shop." She leans against the counter, crossing her arms, her eyes flicking over you. "You good? You look like you just ran a marathon."

You set your glass down, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, just… long morning. Got a plan to fix things with J, though."

Yoon raises an eyebrow, grabs her basket, now half-empty, and heads for the door to the laundry room. "J's probably in her room, sketching or sulking. Hit her with a coffee and an apology, and you'll be fine. Just don't let her climb you again—she's like a koala when she's clingy."

You laugh, the tension easing a bit. "Got it. Thanks, Yoon."

She waves a hand, already halfway out the door. "Don't burn the house down while I'm gone, alright?" she disappears, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your thoughts.

You're rinsing your glass, when you hear footsteps stumbling down the stairs.

It's Seeun, looking like she barely slept, her glasses slightly crooked, in a baggy sweater and leggings, her hair in a messy bun.

"Morning," she mumbles, barely glancing at you as she heads straight for the fridge. "Gotta make breakfast before class." She pulls out eggs, a pack of bacon, and some green onions, moving like she's on autopilot.

"Need a hand?" you offer, setting your glass down, figuring you could pitch in after yesterday's kitchen teamwork, keeping busy might help you stay sane.

Seeun shakes her head, already cracking eggs into a bowl with one hand while flipping open her notebook with the other. "No need, I got this," she says, her voice firm but not rude.

"You helped yesterday, so you're off the hook. Just don't touch the stove again." She shoots you a quick smirk.

You laugh, leaning against the counter, "Alright, I'll stay out of your way."

You watch as she moves with that same precision from yesterday, whisking eggs and chopping green onions like it's second nature. Her sweater's sleeves are rolled up, and you can't help but notice the way her leggings hug her curves, but you force your eyes back to the counter, remembering her catching you staring yesterday.

Sumin shuffles in, still in her loose sweatshirt, her hair a little less messy now but her eyes still heavy with the weight of her job hunt. "Morning," she says, yawning as she grabs a mug for coffee. She glances at Seeun's setup and raises an eyebrow. "You making enough for everyone, or is this your personal stress-cooking session?"

Seeun snorts, tossing bacon into a sizzling pan. "Everyone, unless J tries to steal half of it again. Grab the rice, unnie, and help me out. I'm not your personal chef."

Sumin rolls her eyes but grins, setting her mug down and pulling a bag of rice from the pantry. "Fine…" She measures out rice into a pot, her movements slower than Seeun's but steady, like she's done this a hundred times. "You're lucky I'm here, Seeun-ie. Otherwise, you'd be stuck cooking for this whole zoo alone."

"Zoo's right," Seeun mutters, stirring the eggs. She glances at you, her smirk softening. "You sticking around for breakfast?"

You nod, "Yeah, breakfast sounds good. And… working on the J thing. Gonna talk to her soon."

You leave the kitchen, the smell of bacon and rice still lingering as Seeun and Sumin keep the breakfast prep going. Your bladder's screaming after all that water you chugged to calm down from Isa's morning surprise.

You head upstairs to the bathroom, figuring a quick piss will give you a moment to spare out your mind.

The bathroom door's closed when you get there, the faint sound of running water coming from inside. Someone's in there—maybe Isa, fresh off your earlier encounter, or J, hiding out after last night's mess.

You lean against the wall, waiting, trying not to think about the chaos of this house or how it keeps pulling you into these wild moments.

The door swings open, and it's Sieun, wrapped in a small white towel that barely covers her thighs. Her skin's flushed pink from the hot shower, her petite frame glistening, her short hair damp and sticking to her neck. Her perky tight breasts press against the towel, and you catch a glimpse of the curve of her hips before you force your eyes to the ceiling, your face heating up.

"Morning, husband," she says, her voice light but with that teasing edge she's so good at. "Stalking me again?"

You stammer, caught off guard, your eyes darting to the floor. "No, I'm not—I didn't know you were here. I'm… I'm sorry." You turn your head away, trying not to stare at her body, the towel doing a shitty job of hiding her curves. Your cock twitches, betraying you, and you curse yourself for not having better control.

Sieun's eyes flick down to your groin, spotting the obvious bulge in your sweatpants. She smirks, stepping closer, her towel shifting slightly. "Looks like something's excited," she says, her tone playful but sharp, like she's testing you.

"I… I just need to pee," you mumble, your voice rough, your face burning as you try to sidestep her and get to the toilet. You're dying to defuse this before it spirals like everything else in this house.

She doesn't move, blocking the doorway, her eyes glinting with curiosity. "Hmm, I'm curious how guys pee works," she says, her voice dropping, almost challenging. "I wanna see it."

Before you can protest, she grabs your wrist and pulls you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a click.

You freeze, your heart pounding. "Sieun, what the hell—" you start, but she's already leaning against the sink, her towel barely holding on, her eyes locked on you.

"Go on," she says, nodding toward the toilet. "Pee. I'm watching."

Your face hot, but you're too stunned to argue. You step to the toilet, pulling down your sweatpants just enough, your cock half-hard and making this way more awkward than it should be.

You try to focus, staring at the wall, feeling her gaze burning into you. It takes a second, but you finally manage to pee, the sound loud in the quiet bathroom. You're hyper-aware of her standing there, her presence making your skin prickle.

When you finish, you shake off and turn to pull your sweatpants up, but Sieun's already moving.

She steps closer, her towel loosening just a fraction, and grabs a washcloth from the sink. "Hold up," she says, running the cloth under warm water.

Before you can react, she's on her knees, the towel slipping slightly to show more of her chest. She takes your cock in her hand, now fully hard from the tension and her closeness, and wipes it gently with the warm, damp cloth. "I don't do dirty."

"Sieun—" you start, your voice hoarse, but she cuts you off with a smirk, tossing the cloth aside. "Shhh," she shushes, her fingers wrapping around your cock, stroking slowly.

Then, without warning, she leans forward, her lips brushing the tip before taking you into her mouth.

You gasp, "Shit—" your knees buckling as her tongue swirls, her mouth hot and tight around you.

She's slow at first, teasing, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose.

Your hand finds her damp hair, not pushing, just holding on as she works you, her lips sliding further down, her hand stroking the base.

"Fuck, Sieun," you mutter, your voice rough, trying to keep quiet in case anyone's nearby.

She picks up the pace, her mouth moving faster, her tongue flicking in ways that make your head spin. You're trying to stay steady, but your hips twitch, urging her on, and she takes you deeper, her throat tight around you.

It's too much—the heat, the way her petite frame looks kneeling in front of you.

You're close, your breath hitching, and she senses it, pulling back just enough to whisper, "Go ahead, husband," and she dives back in, sucking harder.

You lose it, "Shit, I'm—" cumming with a low groan, your release hitting hard as she keeps her mouth on you, swallowing every drop.

She pulls back slowly, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, standing with a grin like nothing happened.

"You're welcome," she says, adjusting her towel, her cheeks still flushed. She grabs her washcloth and tosses it into the sink, brushing past you to the door. "Don't take too long. Breakfast's probably ready."

You're left standing there, your heart still racing, your sweatpants barely pulled up.

You take a second to catch your breath, splashing cold water on your face, trying to process what just happened, and you're starting to realize this house doesn't have an off switch.

You head back downstairs, the smell of bacon and rice hitting you as you enter the kitchen. Seeun's plating up breakfast, Sumin setting out dishes, both of them in their groove. You slide into a chair, trying to act normal.

"Food's up," Seeun says, sliding a plate of bacon, eggs, and rice in front of you. "Don't let J steal it this time."

Sumin glances at you, smirking. "You look like you saw a ghost. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say, forcing a grin, grabbing your chopsticks. "Just… just."

The kitchen's warm with the smell of food, but the vibe's a little off without J's usual chaotic energy. Everyone's here except her.

Seeun's scarfing down her food like she's got ten minutes before class, Sumin's sipping coffee and scrolling through job listings on her phone, Yoon's half-asleep over her plate, and Isa's eating quietly, her eyes flicking to you now and then, Sieun's next to you, all casual in her hoodie, acting like she didn't just blow you in the bathroom twenty minutes ago.

"No J today?" Yoon asks.

You scoop some rice, hearing that though your gut's twisting with guilt from last night.

Sumin looks up from her phone, her expression serious. "She's in her room. Probably still sulking for him," nodding at you. "He's shouting at her yesterday hit her hard. She's not used to that."

Seeun nods, pushing her plate away. "Yeah, J's all loud and clingy, but she's soft underneath. Gets her feelings hurt easy. Give her some space today, okay? Let her cool off, especially you," she points the fork at you.

You nod, feeling like shit. "Yeah, okay. I'll give her space. Didn't mean to hurt her."

The table goes quiet for a second, everyone focused on their food, the clink of chopsticks and plates filling the silence. You hate the idea of J holed up in her room, upset because of you, but you trust the girls know her better than you do.

Breakfast wraps up fast. Seeun's the first to bolt, grabbing her tote bag and muttering about a morning lecture. "Don't eat my leftovers," she warns, pointing at everyone before dashing out.

Sieun's next, her bracelets jangling as she heads off to tackle her grad school grind, "Catch you later, husband," she teases with a wink, making you choke on your water before she disappears.

Yoon stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Off to deal with coffee shop hell," she says, her voice dry as she heads for the door.

Isa lingers a bit, rinsing her plate before she grabs her jacket and slips out without a word.

It's just you and Sumin now, she's still at the table, her laptop open, her coffee mug half-empty, as you start clearing plates, remembering your dish duty, the clatter of porcelain grounding you.

It's 10 a.m.

You're in your room, shoving textbooks and your laptop into your backpack for another meeting with your professor at 11.

Yesterday's feedback was solid, but you're still tweaking your last project, you sling your bag over your shoulder, head downstairs.

You find Sumin in the living room, looking sharp in a neat blazer and skirt, her hair pulled back, a stark contrast to her usual messy sweatshirt vibe. She's checking her phone, her face a mix of nerves and focus.

"Hey," you say, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. "You heading out?"

Sumin glances up, a small smile breaking through her tension. "Yeah, got a on call this. Interview for some graphic design gig. Fingers crossed it's not another creep like Han."

She adjusts her blazer, smoothing it down. "You off to campus?"

"Yup, professor meeting at 11," you say, grabbing your jacket from the couch. "Gotta get roasted on my project again. J around? I still need to talk to her."

Sumin shakes her head, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "She left already. Saw her slip out about an hour ago. Probably at her art class or hiding out somewhere. You'll have to catch her later." Her tone's gentle, like she knows you're still beating yourself up about yelling at J.

"Damn," you mutter, rubbing the back of your neck. "Haven't seen her all day. Hope she's okay."

"She'll be fine," Sumin says, heading for the door. "Just give her time. She's tough, even if she's a softie underneath."

She pauses, glancing back. "House is gonna be empty with both of us out. Don't worry, though—the other got a key, don't forget yours"

You nod, following her to the front door. "Good luck with the interview. Hope it's a good one."

"Thanks," she says, flashing a quick grin. "Don't let your professor grill you too hard."

She steps out, her heels clicking on the porch, and you lock the door behind you both, the house falling silent as you head to the bus stop.

You and Sumin walk together for a bit, her heading to a different bus stop for her interview. She's quiet, probably mentally prepping, and you don't push for conversation.

You part ways at the corner, Sumin giving you a quick wave before heading off. You catch your bus, the ride to campus a blur of city streets and your own thoughts.

By the time you reach the university, it's 10:45, and you hustle to your professor's office, ready to dive into your project and put the house's chaos on hold for a bit.

The coffee shop's a zoo today, the lunch rush hitting hard with a line of impatient customers and the espresso machine screaming like it's possessed.

Yoon's behind the counter, her black polo soaked with sweat, her ponytail slipping loose as she juggles orders.

Some Karens already complained twice about her latte being "too foamy." Yoon's forcing a smile, but her eyes are screaming murder.

She's just handed off a cappuccino when the bell above the door jingles, and Sumin walks in, still in her sharp blazer and skirt from the morning, though her hair's a bit messier now, like the day's taken a toll. She looks tired, her bag slung over her shoulder as she weaves through the crowd to the counter.

"Hey, where've you been?" Yoon asks, wiping her hands on her apron as she leans against the counter for a quick breather.

Sumin grins, sliding onto a stool at the counter, dropping her bag at her feet. "Interview call. Some graphic design firm downtown. Went better than I expected, honestly. They seemed into my portfolio."

Yoon's eyebrows shoot up, a rare genuine smile breaking through her usual sarcasm. "Finally, you got a real job now? Congrats, unnie."

Sumin laughs, but it's cautious, like she's not ready to celebrate yet. "Not yet. I gotta wait for them to call me back, and I'm praying they don't ghost me. Had enough of that shit with the last three places."

She runs a hand through her hair, sighing. "Fingers crossed this one's legit."

Yoon nods, grabbing a rag to wipe down the counter while keeping an eye on the line. "You'll get it. You're too good for them to pass up. Unlike me, stuck here dealing with assholes who don't know the difference between a flat white and a macchiato."

She rolls her eyes, tossing the rag aside. "Want a coffee? On the house, since you might be employed soon."

"Make it quick," Sumin says, smirking. "I'm not trying to get you fired."

Yoon whips up a quick iced Americano, sliding it across the counter. "So, what's the vibe at the house? I left early, but it felt weird without J bouncing around. Pyro still freaking out about her?"

Sumin takes a sip, nodding. "Yeah, he's feeling like shit for yelling at her last night. J slipped out early, probably dodging him."

Yoon snorts, steaming milk for another order. "Kid's in over his head. J's probably drawing angsty sketches of him as a villain right now. She'll come around, though. Always does." She glances at the clock—2:15 p.m. "You heading back to the house?"

"Yeah, gonna crash and wait for that call," Sumin says, finishing her coffee. "House'll be quiet for once."

"Lucky you," Yoon mutters, handing off another drink to a customer. "I'm stuck here till 6. Tell Pyro not to burn the place down if she's back before me."

Sumin laughs, grabbing her bag. "No promises. Thanks for the coffee." She heads out, the bell jingling behind her, leaving Yoon to face the next wave of customers with a sigh.

Sumin steps off the bus, the afternoon sun warm on her shoulders, her blazer a little wrinkled from the long day.

The interview went better than she expected—real questions, no creepy vibes, just people who seemed to care about her work. Maybe things are finally turning.

The front door's unlocked when she gets there, which is weird. She pauses, hand on the knob, frowning. Someone's back already? J? Isa? The house is usually dead this time of day.

She pushes the door open, the familiar creak greeting her like an old friend, and steps inside, the cool quiet wrapping around her like a blanket.

A delivery guy appears on the porch, when she's about to shut the door, holding a small brown package. "Name of Isa?" he asks, checking his tablet.

Sumin nods, taking the box. "Yeah, Isa's here. I'll give it to her."

"Just need a signature," he says, handing over the stylus. "You're Isa?"

"No, her roommate," Sumin says, signing quickly. "I'll make sure she gets it."

"Thanks," he says, tipping his cap and heading off.

Sumin closes the door, turning the package over in her hands. Probably another online order—Isa's always buying random shit.

She heads upstairs, her heels clicking softly on the wood, and stops at Isa's door.

"Isa, your package is here," she calls, knocking once before pushing the door open—not thinking.

"Unnie, wait—don't open!" Isa's voice cracks, sharp and panicked.

But it's too late.

Sumin freezes in the doorway, the package slipping from her fingers and hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Isa's on her bed, legs spread, a thick dildo buried deep inside her, her hand frozen mid-thrust. Her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes wide with shock and shame as she yanks the sheets up to cover herself, clutching them to her chest like a shield.

Sumin's stomach drops, "What the hell are you doing?" she whispers, her voice tight, a mix of shock and anger rising in her throat. "There's a guy in this house now, Isa."

Isa's breathing hard, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, her eyes narrowing as the shock fades into defiance. "Why do you care?" she snaps, her voice low but sharp. "It's my room."

Sumin says, stepping inside and closing the door behind her, her voice trembling with frustration. "What if he walked in? What if he saw you like this? You think that's okay?"

Isa sits up, the sheet slipping slightly, her jaw tight. "Why? does it matter to you?" she fires back, her tone cold. "I don't mind if he catches me. It's not like he didn't see you naked on day one."

Sumin's blood boils. She steps closer, her voice dropping, raw with emotion. "Watch your tongue. I don't like you being so easy on him, Isa. This isn't just about you anymore. We all live here. You can't just—" She stops, her throat tight, the words catching. "Have some shame."

Isa's eyes flash, "What the fuck did you say?" she hisses, her voice breaking, not with hurt but with rage.

"You don't get to judge me. You don't get to walk in here and act like you're my mom. I do what I want. I like him. I'm not ashamed of it."

Sumin stares at her, the air thick with tension, the package forgotten on the floor.

She wants to say more—about boundaries, about respect, about how this house is already fragile and adding sex to the mix is a bomb waiting to go off—but the words die in her throat.

Isa's not listening. She never does when she's like this.

Sumin turns, her hand on the doorknob, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just… lock your door next time."

She steps out, closing it behind her with a soft click, her heart heavy, the hope from earlier crushed under the weight of this place and the people in it.

It's 4 p.m., and you're finally done with your professor. The meeting went better than expected—he actually liked your revised methodology, just told you to tighten up the data analysis and "stop overthinking it."

You're feeling lighter as you sling your backpack over your shoulder and head out of his office, the campus buzzing with students heading to late classes or chilling on the quad, you catch the bus back to the boarding house.

By 4:45, you're walking up the porch, your key in hand, the house looking quiet from the outside.

No music blasting, no J yelling, no smell of Seeun's cooking. It's weirdly calm, and you're not sure if that's a good thing or a bad one in this place.

You wonder if Sumin's back from her interview—hope it went well after all the crap she's been through. Or maybe Isa's home, or Sieun, or even J. You still haven't seen her all day.

You unlock the door and step inside, the creak of the floorboards loud in the silence.

The living room's empty, no bags or shoes by the couch, no signs of life. You head to the kitchen. The counter's clean, dishes done—probably Sumin's work.

A note's stuck to the fridge in Seeun's neat handwriting: Leftovers in the blue container. DON'T TOUCH MY BACON. You smirk, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge instead.

The house feels quiet without the loud from girls, and you're not sure what to do. You head upstairs, Sumin's door is closed, no light under it. Isa's door is shut too, and J's room is silent.

You pause outside J's door, your hand hovering, wanting to knock, to check if she's back and finally talk, but the girls' warnings echo in your head—give her space, let her come to you. You drop your hand, sighing, and head to your room.

You flop onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, your phone buzzing with a campus group chat notification you ignore.

You grab your phone, scrolling aimlessly, wondering who's coming back first and when this place will feel alive again. For now, it's just you, the quiet, and the hope that tomorrow won't be as heavy as today.

It's 7 p.m. and the house is still dead quiet. You're starving, your stomach growling louder than your thoughts.

You head downstairs to hit the kitchen. The fridge has Seeun's blue container of leftovers—bacon, eggs, and rice from breakfast—but her note's still glaring at you: DON'T TOUCH MY BACON.

You grab the container anyway, figuring you'll replace it later, and pop it in the microwave to reheat, the hum filling the quiet.

The front door swings open, and Yoon walks in, her black polo untucked, she's lugging a big black plastic bag, the smell of fried chicken and soy sauce wafting out.

"What's in the house, pyro?" she asks, kicking off her shoes and dropping the bag on the counter.

"Just leftovers from breakfast," you say, nodding at the microwave. "Want some? I'm reheating."

Yoon grins, wiping sweat off her forehead. "Perfect timing then. Brought takeout—fried chicken, tteokbokki, the works. Call the others, I'll set this up." She starts pulling containers from the bag, the kitchen already filling with the spicy, savory smell.

You pause, the microwave beeping as your food finishes. "What, I just knock on their doors?" you ask, grabbing a plate.

Yoon snorts, rolling her eyes as she arranges the takeout on the counter. "Use your damn phone, pyro. You're in the group chat, right?"

You freeze, scratching the back of your neck. "Uh, no. Didn't know you guys had a group chat. Hell, I don't even have you guys' numbers."

Yoon stops, her hands on her hips, looking at you like you just admitted to living under a rock. "Aww, that's deep, pyro," she says, her voice dripping with mock pity. "What's your number, then? I'll add you to the group."

You rattle off your number, and she pulls out her phone, typing fast. "There, you're in. Welcome to the chaos. We use it for grocery runs, complaining, and Seeun yelling about dishes."

Her phone pings, and she smirks. "Already sent a message—'Food's here, get your asses down.'"

You check your phone, and sure enough, a new group chat pops up, already blowing up with emojis from Seeun and a "finally" from Sieun.

"Thanks," you say, grabbing your reheated leftovers and sliding them onto a plate. "Didn't realize I was so out of the loop."

"Newbie problems," Yoon says, tearing open a container of tteokbokki, the red sauce steaming. "Grab some chicken and sit. They'll trickle down soon."

You nod, piling some fried chicken onto your plate, the house starting to feel alive again with Yoon's takeout.

Yoon tearing into a drumstick like she hasn't eaten all day. You're halfway through your plate, the mix of breakfast leftovers and takeout hitting the spot, when the stairs creak.

Sieun's the first to appear, her bracelets jangling, still in her grad school hoodie, her eyes lighting up at the food. "Hell yes," she says, grabbing a plate and piling on chicken and rice. "Yoon, you're a saint."

"Tell that to my manager," Yoon mutters, mouth full. "He made me stay late for inventory."

Sieun plops down next to you, nudging your shoulder. "Missed you at breakfast, husband," she teases, her voice low enough that Yoon doesn't catch it. You choke on a bite, she just smirks, popping a piece of chicken in her mouth.

Next comes Isa, her dark hair loose, still in her tank top and shorts from earlier, her steps quiet but deliberate. She doesn't say much, just nods at Yoon and grabs a plate, loading it with tteokbokki then sitting across from Sieun.

Sumin's next, her blazer gone, now in a loose T-shirt, her face tired but less stressed than this morning.

"Hey, how's the interview going?" you ask glancing at her going downstairs.

"Interview went okay," Sumin says, answering as she grabs food. "Waiting on a call. Fingers crossed." She sits next to Isa, but there's a weird distance between them, like they're avoiding eye contact. You catch it but don't say anything, focusing on your chicken.

Finally, J shuffles in, her messy bun lopsided, her oversized T-shirt slipping off one shoulder. She looks like she's been out all day, her eyes a little red, maybe from exhaustion.

The room quiets for a second as J grabs a plate, her movements slow. She doesn't look at you, just piles on some tteokbokki and sits at the far end of the table, picking at her food.

Yoon glances around, wiping sauce off her fingers. "Where's Seeun? Thought she'd be here sniffing out food by now."

"Probably still on her way," Sieun says, checking her phone. "Group chat says she's stuck in a study group. Thesis hell."

"Figures," Sumin mutters, her voice flat. She's still not looking at Isa, and J's still silent, her fork poking at her plate.

You clear your throat, trying to break the ice. "Food's good, Yoon. Thanks for this."

She grins, leaning back. "Anytime, pyro. Just don't eat my share next time." The girls chuckle, but J stays quiet, her eyes on her plate. For now, you all eat, the clink of chopsticks and low chatter filling the kitchen, the house finally feeling full again, even if it's not quite whole.

The front door creaks open around 8:15, and Seeun stumbles in, her tote bag slung low, glasses fogged up, hair a mess. She smells like library dust and instant coffee. "Food?" she croaks, dropping her bag by the couch.

"Food," Yoon says, already rinsing her plate. "Chicken, tteokbokki, rice at counter. Eat fast before J finishes the spicy stuff."

Seeun beelines for the kitchen, muttering about citations and deadlines. The rest of the girls finish up—Yoon first, then Sieun, Isa, Sumin—each grabbing their dishes and drifting upstairs without much chatter.

J slips out last, plate scraped clean, eyes on the floor. She doesn't say a word, just heads for the stairs.

You wait a beat, then follow. J's halfway up when you catch her arm, gentle but firm. "J… I'm sorry," you say, voice low, rough with guilt. "I really shouldn't have shouted at you yesterday."

She stops, shoulders stiff. For a second she doesn't move, then slowly turns. Her eyes are red-rimmed, not crying now, but like she's been fighting it all day. "It's fine," she mumbles, but it's not. Her voice cracks on the last word.

"It's not fine," you say, stepping closer, keeping your grip soft. "You didn't deserve that. I was tired, frustrated, stupid and I took it out on you. That's on me."

J looks down at your hand on her arm, then up at you. Her lip trembles, just a little. "I just… I like being around you," she whispers. "And then you yelled, and I thought… maybe you hate me now."

"I don't hate you," you say, shaking your head. "I like you being around. You're fun. You're you. I just… still figuring this live out. I'm sorry I was stupid."

She sniffs, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her oversized T-shirt. "You called me too much," she says, voice small. "Like I'm annoying."

"You're not annoying," you say, squeezing her arm lightly. "You're loud, yeah. Clingy, maybe. But that's not bad. I just need to learn how to handle it better. I'll do better."

J looks at you for a long moment, searching your face. Then, slowly, she nods. "Okay," she says, barely above a whisper. "But… don't yell again. It scares me."

"I won't," you promise. "And if I do, you can throw a pillow at me. Or draw me with devil horns. Whatever works."

A tiny smile tugs at her lips. "I already drew you with horns. And a tail."

You laugh, soft and relieved. "Fair. Can I see it?"

"Not yet," she says, but she's smiling now, small and shy. "Maybe tomorrow. If you're nice."

"I'll be nice," you say, letting go of her arm.

She grabs your hand, pulls you toward the narrow staircase at the end of the hall. "Come," she says, voice soft but sure.

You follow her up the creaky steps to a small door you've never noticed before. She pushes it open, and a gust of cold night air hits you.

You step out onto the rooftop, the city sprawling below—lights flickering, cars humming, the faint sound of music drifting from somewhere far off.

There's a rickety wooden bench by the edge, paint peeling, overlooking the quiet neighborhood. The sky's clear, stars scattered like someone spilled salt across black sky.

"I didn't know we had a rooftop," you say, rubbing your arms as the cold bites through your T-shirt.

J sits on the bench, patting the spot beside her. "We used to hang out up here all the time," she says, pulling her knees up, hugging them. "Tried to barbecue once. Nearly froze our asses off. Realized it's way too cold for that. Now we just do the backyard, or the living room with blankets and snacks." She smiles, her messy bun catching the wind.

You sit next to her, close but not touching, just breathing in the quiet. The city feels far away up here, like the house's chaos can't reach.

You glance at her—her soft side profile, her lips slightly parted, eyes on the skyline. She's not crying anymore. She's just… here.

"J," you say, voice low, "I'm really sorry. I can't stand seeing you quiet. Not talking to us. Not talking to me. It felt wrong all day."

She turns to you, her eyes soft, a little glassy. "I'm… sorry too," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "I was being too much. Clingy. Annoying. I just… I like you. A lot. And I didn't know how to stop."

"No," you say, shaking your head.

You reach for her hands—cold, small, trembling just a little—and hold them tight. "Don't apologize for being you. Don't change. I like you like this—loud, messy, all over the place. I just need to learn how to keep up. I'm the one who should've understood."

She looks at you, really looks, and something shifts in her eyes—relief, maybe, or trust. She leans in, slow, giving you time to pull away.

You don't. Your lips meet—soft, warm, a little unsure at first, then deeper. Her hands slip from yours to your neck, fingers threading into your hair. You pull her closer, one hand on her waist, the cold forgotten.

The kiss isn't wild or rushed. It's quiet. Real. Like saying I'm here without words.

"I really like you, roomie," J says suddenly, pulls back just enough to look at you. "I haven't… I haven't gotten close to a guy like this before. Not until you."

Your heart stumbles.

You've seen J loud, chaotic, clingy—but this? This is different. She's Vulnerable. "J…" you start, not sure what to say, your hands still on her waist.

She doesn't wait. She leans in again, kissing you deeper this time—hungrier, more certain. Her lips part, her tongue brushing yours, and you respond without thinking, pulling her closer. The kiss turns heated fast, her breath warm against your mouth, her hands sliding up your chest, fingers curling into your shirt.

Then she moves—swift, bold, like she's done holding back. She swings a leg over, straddling you on the bench, her thighs pressing against yours. The cold night air hits your skin, but she's burning, her body flush against you, her hips settling into your lap. You groan softly into her mouth as she grinds down, feeling her heat through your jeans.

"J—" you breathe, but she kisses you again, cutting you off, her hands in your hair, tugging gently. She's not playful now. She's needing—needing you, needing this.

You slide your hands under her oversized T-shirt, palms against her bare back, skin soft and warm. She shivers, not from cold, and rocks against you slowly.

Your cock hardens fast, straining against your jeans, and she feels it—lets out a soft, breathy laugh against your lips.

"See?" she whispers, voice shaky but sure. "You like me too."

"Yeah," you admit, voice rough, one hand sliding up to cup her neck, thumb brushing her jaw. "I do."

She kisses you again, deeper, her hips rolling in a rhythm that makes your head spin, her thighs tight around your hips.

"It's really cold up here," she pulls back, her lips brushing yours. "Your room or mine?"

"Yours," you say without thinking. "Mine's a disaster."

A laugh bubbling out of her, "You've been here three days and your room's already a disaster?" Her hand slides down, palming your cock through your jeans, squeezing just enough to make you hiss.

"T-that's a man thing," you manage, voice rough, trying to play it cool even as your hips twitch into her grip.

"Man thing?" She smirks, groping you harder, fingers tracing the outline of your bulge. "Including this?"

"Ye—yeah…" you choke out, half-laughing, half-groaning as she teases you.

She grins, wicked and soft all at once, then slides off your lap and stands, "Come on, then," she says.

She grabs your hand and pulling you up. Her fingers lace with yours, leads you back through the rooftop door, down the narrow stairs, into her room.

She shuts the door behind you with a soft click, then turns, backing you against it. She doesn't give you time to look. She's on you again, kissing hard, hands sliding under your shirt, nails dragging lightly down your chest.

You pull her close, lifting her slightly—she wraps her legs around your waist, and you carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. She tugs your shirt off, then hers, tossing them aside. Her skin's warm, soft, and you kiss down her neck, her collarbone, her breath hitching as your hands roam.

"Still cold?" you murmur against her skin.

"Not anymore," she whispers, arching into you, fingers in your hair.

You tug her oversized T-shirt up and off, revealing a simple black bra hugging her firm, tight tits—small but perfect, the kind that make your mouth water. You trace the edge with your fingers, slow, watching her chest rise and fall.

"Definitely not your first time, huh?" she teases, voice breathy, eyes locked on yours.

You smirk, but you want her to feel seen, not just another notch. "No," you admit, leaning down, lips brushing her collarbone. "Are you?"

"Same," she whispers, fingers threading into your hair. "Did this back in school."

"You're kinda bad, you know," you murmur, kissing along her jaw, finding the spot behind her ear that makes her gasp.

"You too," she shoots back, arching into you as your hands slide under her back, fingers fumbling with the bra clasp. It snaps open with a soft click, and you peel it away, tossing it to the floor.

Her tits spill free—perky, nipples already hard—and you don't hesitate. You take one into your mouth, tongue swirling slow, sucking gently, then harder when she moans.

Your hand cups the other, thumb brushing the peak, rolling it between your fingers. She writhes under you, hips lifting, fingers digging into your shoulders.

"Fuck," she breathes, voice cracking with need. "Yes… more."

You switch sides, mouth hot and wet, teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper. Her skin tastes like salt and vanilla, her body trembling as you worship her slowly, like she's the only thing in the world.

Your jeans are a struggle—belt buckle stuck, zipper catching—but you finally kick them off, boxers following.

Your cock springs free, rock-hard and aching, the cool air hitting it before J shifts closer, her eyes dark with hunger. She's on her knees now, between your legs, her small hands wrapping around your thighs.

She leans in, lips brushing the tip, and you groan low. "I wanted to do this yesterday," she murmurs, voice husky, "when I caught you jerking off. But… it felt kinda wrong."

"And now?" you ask, voice rough, your hands sliding into her messy bun. You gather the loose strands, tying them back with the hair tie from her wrist—gentle, careful, making sure it's out of her face so she can move easy.

She looks up at you, eyes soft, then smirks. "Feels right," she says, and takes you into her mouth.

Warm. Wet. Tight. Her lips slide down slow, tongue flat against the underside, and you hiss, hips twitching. She starts bobbing—steady, eager, like she's been thinking about this all day.

Your fingers stay in her hair, not pushing, just holding, grounding you as she works you with her mouth and hand in sync.

"Fuck, J," you breathe, head tipping back against the headboard. She pulls off for a second, licking a stripe up your length, then dives back in, taking you deeper, cheeks hollowing. Her free hand cups your balls, rolling them gently, and you're already close, the heat building fast.

She pulls back with a soft pop, her hand wrapping around your cock, stroking slow and deliberate. Her lips are swollen, eyes glassy, looking up at you like she's waiting for your next move.

You don't make her wait.

You haul her up by the waist, kissing her hard—deep, messy, tasting yourself on her tongue. She moans into your mouth, hands clutching your shoulders.

You spin her, guiding her back to the bed, and she falls with a soft laugh, hair fanning across the pillow.

You crawl over her, hooking your fingers into the waistband of her shorts. She lifts her hips to help, and you peel them down slow, savoring the reveal—smooth thighs, the curve of her ass, then the thin black panties clinging to her.

You toss the shorts aside and settle between her legs, pressing your mouth to the damp fabric.

She gasps, hips bucking. You trace the outline of her pussy through the panties, tongue flat, feeling her heat, her wetness seeping through.

You hook a finger under the edge, pulling it aside just enough to taste her—salty, sweet, hers. You lick a long stripe up her slit, then circle her clit with the tip of your tongue.

"Fuck—yes," she breathes, fingers tangling in your hair, thighs trembling. You keep going, slow and steady, savoring every shudder, every soft moan, the way her hips roll into your mouth like she can't get close enough.

You pull back from her clit, her taste still on your tongue, and spit on your fingers. You slide one inside her—warm, tight, slick—and she arches with a soft whine.

You work her slow, curling, scissoring, adding a second when she starts rocking into your hand. Her pussy's dripping now, ready for the next.

You hook her panties with your thumbs and drag them down her thighs. They catch on one ankle before you toss them aside. Her pussy's pink, swollen, glistening—perfect.

You line up your cock, and lean over her, elbows by her head.

"Tell me if I'm too much," you murmur, brushing your nose against hers.

She nods, biting her lower lip, eyes locked on yours—nervous, trusting.

You push in slow. The head slips past her entrance, and she gasps, "Fuck!"—sharp, surprised. You swallow the sound with a kiss, deep and steady, letting her adjust. She's tight, so fucking tight, clenching around you like she's never had anyone this deep.

"Your cock's so big," she pants against your lips, voice trembling. "It's… I'm like… it's like my first time."

"Is it?" you ask, voice rough, holding still. "You like it?"

She nods fast, eyes fluttering.

You move—slow at first, pulling out just an inch, sliding back in. She moans into your mouth, legs wrapping around your waist. You set a rhythm, steady and deep, each thrust stretching her, filling her. Her nails dig into your back, hips rising to meet you, the bed creaking under the pace.

You kiss her neck, her jaw, whispering, "You feel so good, J… so fucking good."

She whimpers, clinging tighter, lost in it—lost in you.

"Harder, please," she begs, voice breaking, arms wrapping tight around your neck.

She pulls you down, chest to chest, like she's scared you'll vanish if she lets go. Her breath is hot against your ear, her body trembling beneath you.

You don't hold back. Your hips snap faster, deeper—each thrust slamming into that spot that makes her cry out. The bed shakes, headboard tapping the wall, but you don't care. Her pussy clenches around you, wet and hot, pulling you in like she never wants you to leave.

"Fuck, I'm—" she gasps, body locking up. Her hips jerk violently, thighs shaking, and she comes hard—walls pulsing, milking your cock, her moan muffled against your shoulder as she bites down to stay quiet.

You grab her hips, fingers digging in, and thrust wildly, chasing it. One, two—then you pull out fast, "J—" your cock pulsing as you cum, thick ropes spilling across her pussy, dripping down her thighs, marking her.

You collapse beside her, both of you panting, sweaty, tangled in the sheets. She's curled into your side, her head on your chest, one leg draped over yours.

"Hold on," you shift, careful not to jostle her too much, and reach for the box of tissues on her nightstand. You pull a few out, gently wiping between her legs, cleaning her up slow, tender. She watches you, eyes half-lidded, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"You don't have to," she says, but doesn't stop you.

"Want to," you reply, tossing the tissues into the bin by her desk. You grab her discarded T-shirt from the floor, sliding it over her head. She lifts her arms to help, giggling softly when it gets stuck for a second.

You pull your boxers back on, then crawl under the covers with her, pulling the blanket up to keep her warm.

She snuggles closer, face pressed to your neck, fingers tracing lazy circles on your chest. "That was…" she starts, then trails off, shy.

"Yeah," you say, kissing the top of her head. "It was."

You reach for the water bottle on her desk, cracking it open and holding it to her lips. She takes a sip, then another, before pushing it back. "Thanks," she teases, voice soft. "You're good at this."

You set the bottle down. You grab her hand, lacing your fingers with hers. "You okay? Wasn't too much?"

She shakes her head, squeezing your hand. "Perfect. Just… stay here tonight."

"Not going anywhere," you promise again, pulling her tighter. The house is quiet, the night deep, and for once, the chaos feels far away.

She yawns, eyes fluttering shut. "Coffee tomorrow?" she mumbles, already drifting.

"Coffee," you whisper, kissing her forehead. "And pancakes. My treat."

She smiles, small and sleepy, and you hold her until she's off.

You close your eyes, the weight of the house settling around you—not heavy, not anymore. Just home.

[smuttysabina]

A Month with Aespa (Ch 6): Don't You Know I'm a Savage (In Bed)?

(Male Reader X Karina & Ningning, 5k Words) Tags: This was supposed to be the finale, but the threesome was too hot; Threesomes; Ample squirting; Cumplay; Creampies; Anal, Oral, and Vaginal Sex; No tittyfucking though, shocking I know; Exotic sex positions; This girl is insanely flexible; Sex Battles; Kissing; Morning wood; Appallingly sloppy face-fucking; Plot progression; Giselle and Winter show up at the end; Facials Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

Harems have always been problematic. Putting aside the politics and other divisive issues that so so often infused the intuition, harems were hotbeds of intrigue and discontent simply due to their very nature. With so many women, and only so few men to satiate them, sexual frustration was invariably quite high, and only partially mitigated by rampant lesbianism. This, naturally, leads to constant infighting, petty squabbles, an endless spiral of competition that can truly only end in utter penile obliteration (and ample murder attempts); and that, is only with normal women. Imagine how much worse it must be then, with a harem of idols. Women possessing voracious sexual appetites, who are used to a steady diet of man-flesh to assuage their ceaseless hunger for sensual gratification; narcissists by design that are filled with a sense of haughty privilege that does not mesh well with the concept of sharing.

Really, you should have expected as much when you had purchased Aespa for your sole pleasure for an entire month, but the least you can do is enjoy your exquisite mistake for as long as it lasts...

The uncultured have often compared your grandfather's (and now your own) coterie of maids to a harem, but that merely shows their own lack of education. While your maids were experts in the arts of pleasuring one another, they were still freely able to mingle with the many visitors who passed through your halls, and had obtained a reputation of erotic skill that made sure your guest list was always full. So your family was hardly monopolizing those dear ladies, and it shows the jealousy of your detractors in that they themselves were unable to maintain such a gathering of genteel maids. It naturally followed then, that should any of those ladies show up in your bed in the morning, she was doing so willingly, and with a strong desire to engage in some rather intensive deep cleaning. But with the mansion shuttered for an entire month, and without the usual ready stock of lovers to enjoy, things would of course grow a touch tense... or so you had assumed. Instead your staff seemed quite content, if anything a little too content, judging by the growing number of puddles of sexual fluids staining every available surface. And instead of your dear maids invading your bedchamber for succor, you had far more intensive partners...

Karina glares furiously at Ningning across your penis, their heads nestled against either side of your member, its length obscured by their hands wrapped around it. Both idols were completely nude as they lay on the bed around your waist (though Ningning had thoughtfully put on some stockings), their succulent bodies sprawled amongst your messed sheets as they vie for the privilege of mounting you. Evidently both of them had schemed on arriving early to enjoy some interrupted intimacies with you, but through some hilarious coincidence had managed to literally bump heads under the covers. So now the pair of idols square off, each almost entirely without embarrassment at finding the other there, like two apex predators around a fresh carcass, wordlessly staring until finally Karina breaks the silence, "Very well," she whispers, "Switching until finish, then the next gets it?" Ningning ponders this, "Switching until finish... then free use?" Karina grimaces, and Ningning looks smug, "Obviously because he won't last five minutes in me, did you think I would let you hog him after that?" Karina rolls her eyes, "I was attempting to make you slow down for once... But fine, just don't go too quickly!" Ningning just shrugs blithely in response, "Not my fault if he finishes early!" she gives you a conspiratorial smile, "We both know how that happens..." (really, you did not, in nearly every sexual encounter you had enjoyed with Ningning, she had finished several times before you had even had the chance to!)

With a resigned sigh, Karina gives you what seems to be an irritated look in the gloom of the early morning, before maneuvering her head in front of your crotch, her hefty breasts dragging along your thigh; and getting to work. With typical grace, your purchased idol takes your exposed tip in her mouth, releasing her hand in an attempt to shoo Ningning's away, but the other idol cheerfully ignores her, and instead keeps her fingers wrapped tightly around your shaft. Karina's eyes flicker in annoyance but Ningning soothes her by moving her other hand to hold the idols hair up out of the way, curling it into a tight ball so Karina can pleasure you without distraction, "Hush," Ningning purrs, "let me help, after all, it's rare that we get to share a cock together. Why is that..." she ponders for a moment, her bared nipples hardening in the wane light, before smiling evilly, "Oh right, you're more popular than me," Karina emits an irked growl, until Ningning swiftly removes her hand and viciously slams the other down, driving Karina's unsupported head into your groin. Spittle spews out of Karina's delicate nose when it hits your crotch, and she makes rather unladylike noises while she gags on your penis, its entire length buried to the hilt in her throat. Well this was an unexpectedly thrilling start to your morning.

Karina's arms flail as she attempts to regain support for her head so that she might free herself, but it appears that Ningning has at least one of them pinned beneath her body, and so the oral violation continues, "You know how it is," Ningning sighs conversationally to you, "the common masses are obsessed with those massive useless udders of hers, always flopping all over the place while she elegantly prances around, when in reality," she indicates her own modest protrusions, "true gentleman know that medium is premium," Ordinarily you would contest the point, as any man of culture knows that every vintage has its own exquisite flavors, but the stimulation produced by Karina's face being jackhammered into your morning wood was distracting enough that you simply nodded noncommittally. Ningning preens, "And anyways, isn't Karina so much better when she loses her dignified air and just gets sloppy?" Spit erupts from Karina's mouth with perfect timing, coating your wrinkled sack in warm fluids, "You can tell she enjoys it when she gets messy, I bet Winter has done a great job showing you that whenever you visit them," Ningning smirks knowingly, "The most fun I ever saw her have was when we borrowed that hung boy from Jihyo... Wait, do you know Twice? Anyways! This guy had a truly monstrous cock, and I don't think I've ever seen Karina squeal so much!" She laughs so hard at the memory that forgets to pull Karina back up and the idol starts to squirm, unable to breathe with your manhood in her throat. Ningning only notices when Karina starts making increasingly insistent sounds and allows her to pull off enough so that she might breathe, "Sorry..." Ningning says, only somewhat apologetically.

Through a frankly impressive maneuvering of her head, Karina manages to pop your member out of her mouth, leaving your erection to flop wetly against your stomach. Ningning looks down in surprise as Karina surges upwards, and then the two were face to face, their breasts pressed together while they stare one another down, "Switch," Karina say with false pleasantness, and Ningning pouts, "But I wouldn't want to steal the show, you were doing such a fabulous job-" "Oh shut up," Karina grumbles, her hand dartss forward to bury itself in Ningning's slit, her fingers disappearing lower into her while her thumb curiously becomes hidden as well. Ningning lets out an odd whine, "Ask next time." says Karina sternly, "now are you going to take your turn, or should I just sit on it?" Ningning composes herself before sighing extravagantly, "Very well, I just didn't want to risk entering the ring so early, lest I make him finish with my... superior technique," she smirks smugly.

A few heartbeats later and Karina is smiling serenely at you while she jackhammers Ningning's face into your groin, affecting a languid demeanor while your manhood is once more treated to a rather sloppy experience, "Apologies about Ningning," Karina says over the appalling loud noises the idol in question was making, "she can be a touch excessive at times," and you can only nod in agreement, mostly because you agreed wholeheartedly, and less due to your inability to hold a conversation whilst being pleasured, "Though I must admit," Karina seems to blush in the brightening rays passing through your window, "now that we are more... honest with one another, the thought of being a touch, how did Ningning put it?" she pauses, and Ningning takes this as her cue to make some truly ungodly noises while disgorging and impressive quantity of spittle out of both her nose and mouth, "Ah, sloppy," Karina smiles wickedly, "I do believe we would both enjoy such... extremes greatly," and once more you can but bob your head, since Karina was simply a rather agreeable lady this morning. Whose smile only broadens at your assent, "Wonderful. Now then, if you are quite finished testing Ningning's gag reflex, would you perhaps be interested in sampling other holes as well?"

Karina considerately hauls Ningning's head off your crotch, whereupon the idol immediately regurgitates yet more streamers of slop onto your penis, coughing noisily. Ningning smirks triumphally however, "See? I told you I was superior when it came to deepthroating," she declares, pulling herself upright, indifferent to spit dripping down her chin, and looks smugly at Karina, who rolls her eyes, "So you say," she sighs, before clapping her hands, "Now, shall we move on then?" She politely inquires, "unless you would prefer to continue testing Ningning's assertion regarding her oral skills?" While you would certainly not mind watching Ningning's eyes rolling in their sockets while she struggles for air once more, you could hardly decline the offer for a form of coupling that both parties could enjoy, so you agree. Karina nods graciously, before maneuvering herself above your now thoroughly erect manhood, "I hope you will not mind if I start on top?" she asks perfunctorily while her hand reaches down to grasp your penis, already knowing what your answer will be. "Oh, let me help," Ningning purrs, placing her hand above Karina's, "I can guide you in..." Karina glances archly at her fellow idol, "You're going to stick it my ass, aren't you?" and Ningning affects shock and outrage, "That is likely the oldest trick in the book, and you have done it to me how many times?"

Ningning pouts, "'Oooo let's get sloppy' she says" Ningning sings mockingly, "and yet she can't even take it up the butt?" she gives you a sultry look, "You can fuck my ass as much as you'd like, we both know its far tighter compared to this prissy bitch's pussy!" Karina exhales in annoyance, before removing her hand from your member, "Fine. Guide me in then Ningning, surprise me," which Ningning promptly does, achieving the former while failing the latter. You groan as your cock is swallowed up by Karina's anus, the elegant lady taking every inch of you with sublime ease, your length more than lubricated after both idols had slobbered all over it. Much like the rest of her, Karina's rear was simply perfect in every pleasurable aspect, its warmth, tightness, and texture were truly exquisite, and you immediately regretted not sampling it earlier. Karina seems to flush slightly while she wriggles in your lap, feeling out how best to ride you, her elegant pussy lips parting in a clear expression of approval. So when she starts moving, she does so with absolute grace, leaning back so that you might appreciate the sight of her wobbling cleavage, skillfully riding you so that her coils massage your manhood impeccably. Naturally though, Ningning was hardly about to simply watch your coupling demurely.

Kneeling alongside Karina, Ningning's fingers curl around her chin as she turns Karina's face towards her before kissing her on the lips, though Ningning continues to look at you. Her other hand roams down Karina's toned stomach before nestling between her heaving thighs, curling into her gleaming slit and massaging it. Karina lets out a soft moan, but like a true lady, her pace does not slacken even in the slightest, even while Ningning continues to nuzzle and caress her. Ningning licks her lips, "Such a naughty girl, wouldn't you agree?" She purrs, "Always so prim and proper, so refined, but once she starts to get used she just becomes a nasty little slut!" Karina groans in denial, but is unable to refute her since Ningning simply keeps kissing her to shut her up. Understandably, you were somewhat bemused by whatever point Ningning was attempting to make (depraved sex being the height of refinement in your eyes, so you assumed this was some form of sado-masochistic dirty talk), but you were only too happy to let her continue teasing Karina; it certainly was adding to the experience. Ningning continues to degrade Karina, who manages to maintain her proper form, even while her weighty breasts flop about her chest, and her honey drizzles down onto your crotch from her spasming pussy. A less refined individual would have climaxed then and there, their penis subjected to the sublime heaven of Karina's anus, their eyes feasting upon the sight of Karina's voluptuous body being ravaged by Ningning; but you of course, were different, superior, a worldly man. So instead you lasted another minute before breeding Karina's innards.

Karina lets out a pleased gasp at the sudden warmth filling her anus, and Ningning coos with delight as she feels the wetness slopping through her fingers, "So messy! You should let us play with your ass more often!" "Oh shut up!" Karina hisses, "Let me enjoy this..." her entire body shudders as she shamelessly orgasms, her coils spasming around your shaft. For your part, you were hardly making the most decorous noises either, but it could be forgiven considering the divine stimulation currently being heaped upon you. When your manhood finally softens enough to flop out of Karina's rear, Ningning is quick to swoop down upon it, eagerly cleaning with her tongue while Karina's ass sputters your load down onto her head. Ningning smiles around your meat, indifferent to the semen currently soaking into her hair, slurping your member clean with enthusiasm until you start to harden once more. She glances up at Karina, now idly rubbing her pussy while she watches her fellow idol sucking her ass juices off of your cock, "Care to move miss leader? You made him finish, so now I get to have my way with him!" Karina glares blandly at her, "Whatever happened to free-use? It's hardly my fault your oral abilities weren't good enough to finish him off. So technically I can keep going until I feel like stopping," her lips curl into a smirk, "you're lucky I'm feeling satisfied; you may go next," Karina sniffs, before moving out of the way.

Ningning wastes no time in preparing herself, smoothly slipping between your legs and resting her face against your member, "Obviously, the best performances begin with a spectacular prelude, wouldn't you agree?" You nod bemusedly, unsure of what oral stimulation she could display that would rival both her and Karina's tremendous throat-fucking that you endured earlier. With a confident smirk, Ningning takes you into her mouth once more, placing her hands firmly against your thighs before hoisting her body vertically, curving it around like a scorpion until her stocking-sheathed lower half is directly above her head. It would have been the height of boorishness to not acknowledge this splendid feat, and you readily applaud her extraordinary flexibility, impressed beyond all measure by the sight of an idol so boldly presenting herself while taking your entire length down her throat. Ningning positively glows at your praise, her pussy starting to drip down into your head in a sure sign of her appreciation, and with what limited movement she has available, starts to pleasure you.

Breathing with some difficulty due to the fleshy rod currently filling her throat, Ningning laps enthusiastically at your balls, rocking her head back and forth but unable to move much due to her position. Karina, being the good leader that she was, and seemingly keen to return the favor, moves up behind Ningning, positioning herself so that her body would be able to support Ningning's; while also giving her an excellent perch to mess with the other idol's pussy. Smiling down at you Karina teasingly runs her fingers along Ningning's exposed slit, causing her to shudder, before gently prying her lips open to reveal her shockingly pink folds, her hole palpitating eagerly from your attention. Fluid drips out of Ningning's pussy and down onto her head, becoming a steady stream that soaks her hair, her excitement growing as you harden in her mouth. Her grin now more than a little mischievous, Karina tenderly places her two middle fingers in between Ningning's folds, before plunging them into her sopping cunt. The idol's entire body quivers, and Ningning gurgles against your crotch, spittle bubbling out of her nose from this merest violation, and it only takes a few moments before she squirts, heavily. Much of it sprays all over you, but the weaker bursts end up all over her own head, dripping down her face while she drools helplessly onto your groin.

Over the span of the next few minutes, Ningning suffers from several more outbursts, her pussy hosing you down while she spasms in Karina's grasps, your sheets becoming soaked with her juices. You would have worried about your mattress being ruined, but after having several of them quite literally disintegrate from excessive quantities of idol squirt, your maids had judiciously placed thick waterproof covers upon every mattress in the mansion; they were worth the inconvenience. Thus you unworriedly lay in a pool of Ningning's squirt, while watching her pleasure you in one of the more exotic positions you had ever experienced, and though it was all quite titillating, you were quite eager to proceed lest it grow banal. So you candidly suggest that you move on to the next phase of her performance, and Ningning gargles in agreement, no doubt growing a touch sore from continuously orgasming in such a strained position. With some help from Karina, Ningning gradually unfolds herself, until she was once more sprawled upon her belly, yet she takes little time to recover before moving on to her next excessive idea.

Tossing one of your thicker pillows (the ones used exclusively for sex, since you would rather avoid having your beloved sleeping pillows ruined by a stray stream of sexual fluids) onto the floor, Ningning clambers down after it, twisting her body so that her head rests against the cushion while her lower half once more is hoisted above it; though this time the curve of her spine was in a more... conventional direction. Rousing yourself with a groan from your sodden sheets, you push your feet into some fuzzy slippers before moving yourself in front of Ningning, whose pussy is already drooling with anticipation. You are pleasantly surprised to discover that her hole was positioned a touch below waist-level, which meant none of that crouching business which could so put a strain on your knees, and you waste little time in simply shoving yourself into the proffered hole. Ningning squeals with delight, her cunt emitting a trickle of liquid that drips down onto her face, and you must admit that you were more than a little aroused by the thought of drowning her in her own squirt, "Isn't it so much tighter than her even her ass?" Ningning squeaks from below you, "She couldn't even do this position if she tried! With those big bags of fat of hers-" You tune out yet another rant regarding Karina's prodigious bust, and instead focus on plowing Ningning silent.

Ningning was correct in one regard however, with the way her body was angled, her pussy was now obnoxiously tight, and the curve her pussy described was extremely pleasurable to attempt to straighten with your member. She was also, as per usual, absolutely sopping wet, to the point that every thrust elicited yet another gush of her seemingly endless supply of squirt; all of which drenched your balls before cascading down onto her face. Ningning's petite cheeks clap noisily while you mount her, your hands tightly gripping her waist, her rear quickly growing bright red from the force of your thrusts; much like doggy-style, this position encourages rough treatment. Karina was quick to join in on the fun, slipping from the bed and pressing her nude body against your side, before standing on tip-toe to give you a kiss. After a rather passionate embrace, she returns to the bed, scooting her butt off the edge and onto the platform formed by Ningning's upraised rear, wiggling along her sweaty skin until her groin is almost touching your chest. Karina looks smug when she starts to touch herself, clearly putting her holes on offer by stacking herself atop Ningning in a most exotic manner; while Ningning noisily protests being used as a table, though there was little she could do about it.

"Would you care to sample the other orifices on offer?" Karina asks politely, as if discussing a buffet of sweets, "As noted before, please feel free to use any that strikes your interest..." she smiles coquettishly, one hand massaging her breasts while the other toying with her damp slit. Nodding at her wisdom, you pull out of Ninging's pussy, prompting a gush of fluids to pour down onto the sputtering idol, before maneuvering slightly upwards and forcing yourself into her asshole. Ningning lets out a loud groan, her coils clenching tightly around the unexpected guest in her anus, but judging by the squirt sputtering from her cunt, she was only more than happy to welcome you inside. After getting a good feel for her insides though, you once more pull out of Ningning, and angle yourself a little higher... Karina sighs with pleasure as your manhood slides into the familiar confines of her ass, and waggles her eyebrows in exaggerated anticipation when you repeat the operation once more and slip into the warm embrace of her perfect pussy; your member slathered with the juices of the other three holes. Ningning protests are somewhat muffled by her position, as well as the mouthful of squirt she was currently choking on, but Karina can understand enough to reply, "You did say free-use Ningning, and also, I would say this position appears truly spectacular.

So you spend your time swapping at will between the idol's four lower holes, and soon all of them are gaping and sputtering from repeated penetration. Ningning's holes are obviously the sloppiest, her cunt gushing almost continuously, while her ass seems intent on pushing out every droplet of lubrication that you force into; but Karina's still manage to produce a fair quantity of liquid as well, all of which cascades down onto Ningning's face. Who seems to revel in getting absolutely drenched in your conjoined sexual fluids, clearly believing that this marks her as the star of the show, which frankly, it somewhat did. The constant switching did much to improve your stamina, allowing you to skillfully bring yourself to the edge of climax, before pulling out and slamming yourself into a fresh hole that squeezed you differently enough to prevent your seed from spilling. There was an impressive amount of precum however, nearly all of which ended up in the communal drain that was Ningning's mouth, who gleefully swallows every last drop. It was not long though before even your brilliant technique could not prevent you from gifting those greedy holes what they truly desired, and with a groan you pull out of Karina's sopping pussy before shoving yourself into Ningning's bubbling anus, and promptly pumping it full of semen.

Ningning, naturally, squirts spectacularly from the sudden heat filling her guts, her entire body shaking so much that it causes Karina to lose her balance and slide off of her with a squawk of protest. It sounds as if a fire hydrant had broken open, and judging by the wetness soaking through your slippers, it likely looked as if one had as well. Trembling slightly, you slowly extract yourself from Ningning's clammy embrace, causing a welter of creamy fluid to spill out of her palpitating hole and directly onto her face. Ningning sighs with satisfaction, licking her lips clean before staring up at you, her face plastered with the congealed mess produced by three people, "So..." she breathes, "did you enjoy the show? I told you I was superior to her," she says smugly, uncurling herself and sitting upright with only a hint of dizziness. Karina joins her on the floor, kissing her sloppily and licking the remnants of your seed off of her face, "You stole my load, so it's only fair that I get some of yours," Karina explains to a protesting Ningning, who grumbles but assents to getting cleaned off; it was obvious she enjoyed the attention anyways.

Karina and Ningning both politely take the time to clean your manhood off however, languidly licking and sucking until you were nearly convinced that they were intent on yet another round of sexual activity (You hoped not, considering how drained you were feeling after that vigorous experience). But eventually they broke things off, as the congenial atmosphere the two enjoyed faded along with the afterglow of sex, and soon both of them were glaring at one another while they hauled their nightgowns back on. Smiling politely at you, they take their leave into the chilly corridors of the estate, the sun's enfeebled rays unable to warm the open throughways properly; and once they believe they are out of earshot they begin bickering almost immediately, "I cannot believe you..." "Oh shut up hag..." "...all that mess..." "...just because your tits..." "...jealous diva..." "...whore..."

Once the pair are sufficiently on their way, you retire to your bathroom, to shower off the layers of sweat and squirt and semen that adhered to your skin (your washing area was of course, fashionably sized to fit at least four). Feeling suitably refreshed, you return to your room, and are pleased to discover a magnificent breakfast awaiting you upon your side table, no doubt left by your dutiful maids after hearing the morning commotion. You collapse into your armchair with a sigh and begin to devour the ample quantities of food placed before you, little on your mind aside from consuming the calories and protein your stomach demanded. It took you several minutes then to notice that you were not in fact alone, and another after that to belatedly realize that the woman seated across from you was not in fact a maid. Winter smiles coldly at you from the other armchair, her night gown thrown back to exposed her pale skin that was dowered with goosebumps from the brisk air, "Enjoying your breakfast?" she enquires with a salacious edge to her tone, her usual distant attitude missing, "I liked the waffles, would you like to add your syrup to mine?"

Raising an eyebrow at this surprisingly blatant offer, you gather yourself to offer a polite declination (Grandfather had strictly taught you to not engage in lovemaking unless suitably prepared, after all), but before your mouth could form the words, someone else refuses for you, "God, you fucking suck at dirty talking," comes a voice from beneath your table, causing both you and Winter to jolt in shock before glancing beneath it right as Giselle scuttles out. Winter sighs blandly as Giselle fully emerges, grabbing a few pastries to munch on while she stands, "Not all of us are sluts," Winter says archly, "How long were you down there, anyways?" Giselle shrugs, "Since last night," she explains around a cloud of crumbs, "I was going to force myself onto him to fuck his morning wood, but Karina and Ningning beat me to it." You were understandably a touch appalled by this revelation, less from having been observed copulating, and more due to the idea that Giselle had been aroused enough to spend an entire night crammed beneath your side table.

"Were they messy?" Winter asks knowingly, and Giselle nods, "Obviously, less catfighting than normal though, usually Ning spends half the time hosing down Karina, which always pisses her off," Giselle shucks off her own nightgown, allowing it to pool on the floor, "Anyways, are you going to ravish me or not?" she asks you, bending over next to the table so you might see your moist second course, "I just know a gentleman such as yourself would hardly leave a vulnerable damsel like myself unviolated..." Which she was entirely correct regarding, with Giselle prostituting herself for the sheer pleasure of it, it would be boorish to simply ignore her; and yet... "Go on," Winter tells you, already touching her shockingly red pussy lips, "I like watching," and you stifle a sigh as you muster your reserves of energy for yet another hour spent despoiling some of the most premium holes on the planet...

Your harem was perhaps not yet tearing itself apart, but with all of Aespa now in the full throes of desire, and with only so much of you to go around, something was bound to break eventually. And frankly, your money was on Karina coming out on top of the inevitable scuffle...

[ccsimr]

Deep Cleaning (TWICE)

(Male Reader X Tzuyu, Momo, Jihyo, Nayeon)

Smut⚠️

Time to spice it up!!😋 SMUT TIME!!

(Y/n’s POV)

The penthouse reeks of money. Not just the marble floors or the stupidly oversized abstract art—but the air itself smells filtered, perfumed with something floral and expensive that probably costs more than my weekly groceries. I’m hunched over, scrubbing a wine stain off the ivory rug near the floor-to-ceiling windows. My back aches. Always aches. Another Tuesday, another fucking mansion filled with people who’ll never know my name.

Then… giggles. High, breathy, close. Followed by the soft hiss of steam escaping under the bathroom door down the hall. It’s thick, smelling like jasmine and vanilla bath oil. Curiosity pins me. Clients aren’t supposed to be home during cleans. I creep closer, silent in my worn sneakers. The door isn’t shut tight. Just a sliver of light spills out. I press my eye to the gap.

Heat hits me first. Moist, heavy air. Then the sight.

My clients named Jihyo, Momo, Tzuyu, Nayeon. All four housemates. Swathed in thin, pink silk robes clinging to damp skin. Steam curls around them like hungry ghosts. They’re crowded around the vast, fogged mirror above the double vanity. No makeup. Hair wet, dark and slick against flushed necks and shoulders. They look… unreal. Like models dipped in honey.

“Fuck, Tzuyu,” Momo breathes, her voice husky. She’s tracing a fingertip down Tzuyu’s arm. “Your skin is like actual fucking porcelain. How is that fair?” Momo’s robe gapes slightly as she leans, revealing the heavy swell of her tits, nipples dark and pebbled against the damp silk.

Tzuyu laughs, low and easy. “Says the girl with the rack that could start wars.” She flicks water at Momo, droplets catching the soft LED lights. Her own robe is loosely tied, the deep V offering a glimpse of smooth, tanned stomach and the shadowed curve where her thighs meet. Effortless.

Nayeon, perched on the edge of the enormous claw-foot tub, giggles, kicking her legs. Her robe rides up, showing miles of smooth, toned thigh. “Seriously, Momo. Put those weapons away before someone gets hurt.” Her eyes, bright and mischievous, sweep over Jihyo who’s meticulously brushing her hair. “And you, unnie. Stop being so perfect. It’s rude.”

Jihyo turns, a slow, confident smile spreading across her face. Voluptuous doesn’t cover it. The robe strains over her hips, the silk plastered to her full breasts, outlining every curve. She meets Nayeon’s gaze in the mirror. “Just appreciating the view, Nayeonnie. Especially yours.” Her gaze drifts down Nayeon’s body, lingering. “Those legs could stop traffic.”

It’s raw. Intimate. A surge of heat, thick and urgent, floods my groin. My breath catches, ragged in my throat. My cock is instantly hard, straining against the rough fabric of my work pants. It’s unbearable. Without thought, my fingers fumble with my belt buckle, the metallic clink impossibly loud in my own ears. I shove my pants and boxers down past my hips. My cock springs free, thick and already leaking, throbbing against the cool air drifting from the hallway. I wrap my hand around my hard length. A low groan escapes me as I start stroking, slow and firm, my eyes glued to the scene inside.

Jihyo’s reflection shifts slightly in the fogged mirror. Her eyes, dark and sharp, flicker. Away from Nayeon’s legs. Towards the sliver of the door. Towards the shadow where I’m pressed. They lock onto mine through the gap.

Fuck!

Her gaze doesn’t widen in shock. It narrows. Sharpens. Like a predator spotting prey. A slow, knowing smirk curls her perfect lips. She doesn’t look away. She watches me watching them. Watches my hand moving frantically on my cock.

“Someone’s enjoying the show,” Jihyo purrs, her voice cutting through the steam and the girls’ chatter. It’s low, deliberate. Not loud, but carrying.

The other girls freeze. Heads snap towards the door. Momo gasps, clutching her robe tighter. Tzuyu’s relaxed posture stiffens. Nayeon’s playful smirk vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed surprise.

Panic electrocutes me. I jerk back from the door, stumbling blindly. My foot catches on the discarded mop bucket. Time slows. The bucket clatters. My legs tangle. I crash forward, shoulder slamming into the bathroom door. It flies open with a bang, and I sprawl onto the slick marble floor, naked from the waist down, my cock still jutting out, hard and obscene, my hand frozen mid-stroke.

Silence. Thick, suffocating silence, broken only by the drip of a faucet. Steam swirls around me. Four pairs of eyes burn into me. Fury radiates off Momo and Tzuyu. Nayeon looks stunned. Jihyo… Jihyo just stares. Her gaze isn’t on my face. It’s locked lower. On my cock. Her smirk deepens, transforming into something darkly amused, deeply carnal.

Momo recovers first, her voice shrill with outrage. “You fucking PERVERT! What the HELL are you doing?!”

Tzuyu steps forward, her easy-going demeanor vanished, replaced by icy disdain. “Get out! Now! I’m calling security!”

I scramble, trying to pull up my pants, fumbling, humiliated heat scorching my face. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean–”

“Didn’t mean to spy?” Nayeon cuts in, her voice surprisingly calm, though her eyes are wide. “Didn’t mean to whip it out and jerk off while we were changing?”

Jihyo hasn’t moved. She slowly raises a hand, silencing the others. Her eyes finally lift from my groin to meet mine. They’re dark pools, unreadable. She takes a single, deliberate step towards me, her silk robe whispering against her skin. The steam parts for her.

“Put your hands down,” she commands, her voice a velvet whip. It’s not a request. My hands freeze on the waistband of my pants. “Look at you,” she murmurs, her gaze raking down my body again, lingering on my exposed cock. “Big boy, aren’t you? That’s… impressive.” A low chuckle escapes her. “Seems you were trying to ‘clean’ something else entirely.”

She stops right in front of me, looking down at where I lie helpless on the floor. The scent of her perfume – jasmine, vanilla, and something uniquely, powerfully her – washes over me, mixing with the steam. My cock twitches violently, betraying me utterly.

Momo looks horrified. “Jihyo! What are you–”

“Shut up, Momo,” Jihyo says, her tone brooking no argument. Her eyes never leave mine. There’s a terrifying, thrilling calculation in them. She crouches down slowly, bringing her face level with mine. Her robe gapes open further, revealing the deep shadow between her magnificent breasts. “You wanted a show, cleaner boy?” she whispers, her breath warm against my cheek. “You wanted to see us wet? Naked?”

I can’t speak. Can only nod, a desperate, jerky movement.

Her smirk turns predatory. “Good.” She reaches out, not touching me, but her fingertip traces a line in the air an inch from the flushed head of my cock. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through me. “Because you’re going to clean more than just the floor tonight,” she breathes, her voice dropping to a husky promise that vibrates deep in my gut. “You’re going to clean us. Every. Single. Inch.” Her eyes flick to the other girls, a silent command passing between them. Their expressions shift – Momo’s outrage fading into wary curiosity, Tzuyu’s ice thawing into something heated, Nayeon’s surprise blossoming into a wicked, intrigued grin. “Starting,” Jihyo says, her gaze snapping back to mine, filled with dark, undeniable hunger, "...right now."

(3rd Person POV)

His breath hitched, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat as Jihyo’s command hung in the steamy air, her dark eyes promising both punishment and filthy reward. He obeyed eagerly, hands trembling not from fear now but desperate, aching need, fumbling his pants back down past his hips, his thick cock springing free again, already slick and twitching, the flushed head glistening under the bathroom’s soft LED glow as he stared up at her, waiting.

Jihyo knelt down, her silk robe pooling around her knees on the cool marble, the scent of jasmine and her own arousal thickening the steam. Her hand, cool and deliberate, slid up the inside of his trembling thigh, fingers brushing the tight, hot skin of his balls before her thumb swiped roughly over the slick, leaking slit of his cock, making his whole body jolt and a choked groan rip from his throat.

A vicious shiver tore through him as Jihyo’s thumb smeared his pre-come across his sensitive head. "Fuck!" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily off the cold marble. Momo, frozen a few feet away, watched Jihyo’s bold possession, her earlier outrage flickering, replaced by a dark, fascinated heat that bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck; her breath hitched, sharp and audible in the steamy silence, her own hand unconsciously drifting to press between her legs over the thin silk.

"See something you want, Momo?" Jihyo murmured, not looking away from his agonized expression, her thumb circling the swollen crown again, making him whimper. "Or someone?" Before Momo could answer, Jihyo’s command cut through the haze. "Come here. Show him what happens when he spies on Momo’s perfect fucking tits."

Momo exhaled, a shaky sound, then stepped forward, her movements suddenly deliberate, predatory, her wide eyes fixed on his rigid cock glistening under Jihyo’s touch. She sank to her knees beside Jihyo, the damp silk of her robe parting to reveal the heavy, full curve of one breast, her nipple stiff and dark. Her fingers, trembling slightly only a moment ago, now reached out with shocking confidence, wrapping firmly around the thick base of his shaft beneath Jihyo’s hand, her cool touch a stark contrast to the furnace heat of his skin.

"Think this big cock deserves my tits, cleaner?" Momo breathed, her voice thick with a mix of challenge and raw need, her thumb mimicking Jihyo’s earlier motion, dragging roughly over his leaking slit, spreading the wetness as she squeezed him hard enough to make his vision blur. "You gonna fucking earn it?"

Momo’s grip tightened like a vise at the base of his cock, her thumb grinding relentlessly against his sensitive slit, drawing a ragged, desperate gasp from his throat. Tzuyu watched hungrily from the edge of the claw-foot tub, her relaxed posture gone rigid, knuckles white where she gripped the cold porcelain rim, her dark eyes wide and fixed unblinkingly on Momo’s hand working his thick shaft, a slow, deliberate bite sinking into her plump lower lip.

Tzuyu shoved off the tub’s edge, her movements fluid and deliberate, her earlier icy disdain replaced by a predatory heat that radiated off her damp skin as she stalked towards them.

"My turn," she declared, her voice low and thick, her gaze locked on his mouth while Jihyo's lips still stretched obscenely around his cockhead; she hooked her fingers sharply in his hair, wrenching his head back, forcing his gaze up the long lines of her body to where her robe had fallen completely open, revealing the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy hovering mere inches above his face.

"You wanted to peek? Now fucking clean it, cleaner," she commanded, her thighs trembling slightly as she lowered herself onto his mouth, grinding her hot, wet slit against his lips, the musky, heady scent of her arousal flooding his senses as her fingers tightened painfully in his hair, forcing his tongue to plunge deep into her slick, waiting heat. "Lick me clean!"

Tzuyu’s sharp command echoed off the marble as she ground her slick, swollen cunt hard against his mouth, the musky tang of her arousal flooding his senses, forcing his tongue deep into her hot, clenching depths. "Suck it, cleaner!" she gasped, her thighs trembling against his ears, her fingers knotting painfully in his hair and holding him prisoner against her needy flesh.

Nayeon’s playful giggle cut through the steam, sharp and hungry now, as she dropped to her knees beside Jihyo, her nimble fingers immediately joining Momo’s on his achingly hard shaft.

"Looks like the big, bad cleaner needs all our help," she purred, her eyes glittering with dark amusement as she leaned down, her breath hot against the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, while Momo, taking her cue, shifted lower, her full lips parting to engulf one heavy, aching ball, sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth just as Jihyo, with a low, possessive hum, swallowed the leaking head back down her throat, her tongue swirling relentlessly over the ultra-sensitive ridge.

Tzuyu’s thighs clamped like a vice around his head, a sharp, startled cry ripping from her throat as her entire body seized, her slick pussy pulsing and gushing hot wetness against his tongue, forcing him to swallow convulsively as she shuddered through her climax. She slumped back against the vanity, panting, a sheen of sweat glistening on her dusky gold skin, a lazy, sated smirk touching her lips as she caught her breath and rasped, "Fuck... alright, girls... who’s taking that fat cock first?"

“Why not let him pick?”

"Momo," he gasped, his voice raw and desperate, his eyes locked on her full, trembling lips and the heavy swell of her tits still glistening with steam. He lunged forward, one hand fisting in her damp robe, yanking it open completely as the other gripped his thick, leaking cock, driving it hard and deep into her sopping wet cunt with a rough, animalistic grunt, her shocked cry of "FUCK!" echoing off the marble as her tight walls clenched violently around his invading shaft.

His calloused hands roughly groped Momo’s heavy, bouncing tits, thumbs grinding hard over her stiff, dark nipples as he slammed his hips forward, each brutal thrust forcing choked gasps from her throat and making her breasts jiggle obscenely. Jihyo and Nayeon watched, eyes dark with hunger, Tzuyu still panting from her own climax against the vanity, a low murmur of "Fuck yes, ruin her" escaping Jihyo's lips as Momo's head thrashed back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Jihyo’s command hung thick in the steam as Momo writhed beneath him. “Choke her,” Jihyo hissed, her voice raw with command, and his calloused hand instantly clamped hard around Momo’s throat, cutting off her choked gasp mid-fuck as he slammed his hips forward with brutal, piston-like force, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing off the marble tiles.

Nayeon’s sharp, delighted giggle cut through Momo’s strangled whimpers as she dropped lower, her fingers finding Momo’s swollen, glistening clit and rubbing vicious, tight circles just as Momo’s body suddenly stiffened, arched off the floor, and exploded, a guttural scream tearing from her constricted throat as her pussy convulsed wildly around his driving cock and a powerful jet of clear fluid erupted, soaking his thrusting balls and splashing Nayeon’s fingers and the cool marble beneath them.

He ripped his slick cock from Momo’s shuddering cunt, leaving her gasping and dazed on the wet marble, then lunged for Tzuyu, locking his arms under her knees and around her chest in a full nelson. He drove his throbbing, soaked cock straight up into her dripping hole from behind, her shocked cry echoing as he impaled her deep, fucking her suspended body with savage, upward thrusts that made her scream.

Tzuyu’s scream ripped through the steam, raw and ragged, as his brutal upward thrusts hammered her suspended pussy, her slick walls clenching like a hot, wet fist around his invading cock. Nayeon and Jihyo watched, Jihyo’s fingers idly tracing circles over her own stiff nipple through the damp silk, Nayeon biting her lip hard, their breaths shallow and synchronized with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh pounding flesh.

"Fuck, Tzuyu," he grunted, his voice thick with strain and lust, each savage thrust lifting her higher off the marble floor, her legs kicking helplessly against his iron grip, "this fucking tight little cunt... grips my cock like it’s fucking starving for it!" Tzuyu could only whimper, a broken sound lost beneath the relentless pounding, her head lolling back against his shoulder, eyes rolling white as the overwhelming stretch and friction tore another ragged cry from her throat.

Tzuyu’s entire body seized violently, her pussy clamping down like a hot, wet vice around his driving cock as a guttural scream tore from her throat, her hips jerking wildly against him while her slick juices pulsed out, coating his shaft and balls in her release. He dropped her limp, trembling body onto the cool marble, her chest heaving, then turned his burning gaze towards Nayeon, still watching with hungry eyes.

"You're next," he growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her towards him before flipping her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and folding her body brutally in half. "Jihyo?" he panted, staring down the length of his own sweat-slicked body at her as he positioned the swollen, dripping head of his cock against Nayeon's entrance, "Gonna save the best pussy for last." He slammed his entire length into Nayeon's tight heat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt as she shrieked.

Nayeon screamed, her manicured nails raking, sinking into his back as he pistoned into her relentless and deep, her voice breaking into breathless sobs of "Daddy! Oh God, Daddy, fuck me harder!" Momo and Tzuyu, still glistening and flushed from their own use, hauled themselves up, leaning against the vanity with predatory smirks; Momo traced a fingertip through the sweat beading on Nayeon's trembling stomach, sneering.

"Look at little Nayeonnie, squealing for Daddy like a cheap slut," while Tzuyu chuckled darkly, "Bet she cums just from being called out on it." Jihyo, her eyes burning with possessive fire, seized his jaw, her mouth crashing against his in a bruising, demanding kiss, her tongue plunging deep as he drove into Nayeon with brutal, unforgiving strokes, her own moan vibrating against his lips.

Jihyo ripped her mouth from his, lips swollen and glistening, her command a harsh gasp against his cheek: "Make that little bitch cum right fucking now!" He locked eyes with Nayeon's tear-streaked, desperate face beneath him and snarled, voice thick and raw,

"Cum, you filthy whore, cum on Daddy's cock!"

Nayeon’s scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, her back arching violently off the marble as her eyes rolled white and her pussy clamped down in spasming waves around his brutal, driving thrusts. He ripped his cock out of her sopping, convulsing cunt, her juices slicking his shaft, and flopped onto his back on the damp tile, his chest heaving, pointing his still-thick erection at Jihyo’s dripping slit. "Ride it, Jihyo," he gasped, his voice ragged, eyes locked on her heavy tits, "Fucking bounce those perfect tits.”

Jihyo smirked, a dark promise in her eyes as she straddled his hips, gripping his shaft firmly, guiding the swollen, slick head to her flushed, swollen opening before sinking down onto him in one smooth, greedy motion, her full tits jiggling wildly with the impact, her groan low and satisfied as she began a relentless, deep bounce, her nails scraping his chest.

Tzuyu’s long fingers worked slick lube over Nayeon’s trembling thigh, her touch surprisingly clinical despite the obscene context, while Momo knelt, murmuring filthy encouragement as she guided Nayeon’s hips down onto the edge of the marble vanity, spreading her wide. They didn’t linger though, their task a swift, efficient prelude; as Nayeon gasped, arching her back against the cool surface, Tzuyu and Momo exchanged a hungry glance, their attention snapping towards the primal rhythm dominating the center of the steam-hazed bathroom.

Jihyo rode Y/n with furious abandon, her voluptuous body bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles, her head thrown back as guttural moans ripped from her throat. "Fuck, yes! Just like that, cleaner boy!" she gasped, her nails digging into his chest, her own breasts swaying heavily with each downward plunge, the glistening tip of his thick cock stretching her wide each time she slammed down.

Tzuyu and Momo, abandoning Nayeon whose legs still quivered on the vanity, moved like predators, circling Y/n and Jihyo on the damp floor. Momo crouched right beside Jihyo's bucking hip, her own robe falling open completely, her large breasts swinging as she leaned in, her voice a husky growl.

"Look at her take that monster cock, Y/n! Holy shit, ram it deeper into that greedy pussy! Make her scream!" She reached out, roughly squeezing Jihyo's bouncing tit, pinching a stiff nipple hard.

"Yeah, give it to her!" Tzuyu added from the other side, her easy-going demeanor replaced by intense arousal, her eyes fixed on where Jihyo was impaled. She knelt, running a hand up Y/n’s tensed thigh. "God, look at her go. Such a fucking slut for that dick, Jihyo! Riding it like her life depends on it!" Tzuyu’s fingers brushed the base of his shaft, slick with Jihyo’s juices, feeling the powerful thrusts from below.

Y/n grunted, his own control fraying beneath the onslaught of sensation and their filthy words. He gripped Jihyo's hips tighter, his knuckles white, meeting her downward strokes with sharp upward thrusts, driving his cock impossibly deep. He locked eyes with Jihyo, a wicked smirk twisting his lips even as sweat stung his eyes.

"Hear that?" he rasped, his voice thick with exertion and lust. "They see you. They see what a cock-hungry whore you really are, bouncing on me like some cheap street slut." He punctuated the insult with a brutal upward slam that made her shriek, her inner walls clenching vice-like around him. "You love being shown up like this, don't you? Love them watching this fat dick stretch your tight little pussy wide open?"

Nayeon, recovering her breath but still flushed and trembling, slid off the vanity, joining the circle. She didn't speak immediately, just watched with dark, hungry eyes as Jihyo was verbally and physically ravaged, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she saw the leader undone. The air crackled with shared heat, the scent of sex and sweat overpowering the lingering perfume, the only sounds the relentless slap of flesh, Jihyo’s ragged cries, Y/n’s guttural groans, and the girls’ lurid commentary urging them on towards a shuddering, inevitable peak.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" Jihyo gasped, her rhythm faltering as her cunt clenched violently around Y/n's thick cock. Nayeon's fingers traced slick, teasing circles over his tightening balls while Momo and Tzuyu leaned in, their mouths closing hungrily over Jihyo's bouncing tits, suckling hard at her stiff nipples. The room filled with their combined, desperate moans.

Tzuyu's middle finger found Jihyo's swollen clit, circling it fast and hard, slick with the mixture of her own arousal and the lube smeared earlier on Nayeon. "Make her fucking gush!" Momo demanded, releasing Jihyo's nipple with a wet pop and shoving Tzuyu's hand aside to take over, her own fingers rubbing Jihyo's clit in rough, demanding circles just as Y/n slammed his cock impossibly deep one final time.

Jihyo's back arched violently off Y/n's body, a silent scream tearing from her throat before erupting into a ragged, guttural wail as her cunt clenched in a vice-grip around his shaft and a sudden, hot jet of fluid sprayed out, soaking Y/n's lower stomach and thighs in a pungent rush. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING CUMMING!" she shrieked, her body convulsing uncontrollably, the squirting pulsing rhythmically as Momo kept rubbing her clit through the intense orgasm, Tzuyu watching with dark, fascinated eyes as Jihyo completely unraveled.

Jihyo slumped against him, chest heaving, her slick cunt still twitching from the force of her orgasm as Momo finally eased the relentless pressure on her clit. Y/n’s own cock throbbed viciously inside her stretched warmth, slick walls fluttering wildly around him, the intense friction pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He gritted his teeth, fighting the rising tide, a predatory smirk spreading across his sweat-slicked face despite the overwhelming sensation.

With a sudden, deliberate movement, Y/n gripped Jihyo’s hips firmly and lifted her impaled body clean off his shaft. A slick, obscene plop echoed in the humid air as she slid free, collapsing onto the damp tiles beside him with a shuddering gasp, her thighs instantly clamping together reflexively. He pushed himself up smoothly onto his feet, towering over the sprawled women, his thick, glistening cock jutting out rigidly from his groin, slick and gleaming with a potent mix of her juices and his own pre-cum, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart.

His eyes, dark with lust and triumph, swept over the flushed faces staring up at him: Jihyo panting, dazed but defiant; Momo licking her lips hungrily; Tzuyu’s gaze fixed unblinkingly on his dripping erection; Nayeon biting her lower lip, a playful challenge dancing in her eyes. He ran a hand slowly down his abs, smearing the wetness Jihyo had sprayed over him, his voice a low, gravelly command cutting through the heavy breathing. "Alright," he rasped, tapping the swollen head of his cock, a thick bead of precum welling up instantly. "Who wants this fucking load?"

The humid air crackled with their collective hunger. They all replied, “WE DO DADDY!” before bringing their faces closer and sticking their tongues out, eager pink points glistening under the bathroom lights, breaths hot against his slick, throbbing cock.

His gaze raked over their eager faces as his fist tightened on his slick shaft. "This load ain't getting wasted, sluts," he snarled, the veins standing out on his forearm. "You share every fucking drop."

He began stroking himself furiously over their outstretched tongues, his hips jerking, a deep grunt ripping from his chest before thick ropes of hot cum splattered Jihyo’s flushed cheek, streaked Momo’s chin, and painted Tzuyu and Nayeon's eager, open mouths. Jihyo’s tongue, slick with his thick spunk, darted out to gather the mess before turning to Momo, locking her in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing the salty tang as Tzuyu eagerly licked Nayeon’s coated lips clean.

"So yummy," Momo gasped, pulling back with a shared strand of cum stretching between their mouths just as Tzuyu swallowed and purred, "Shared it all, Daddy!”

Y/n smirked down at them sprawled on the wet tiles, his thick cock still glistening. "Lick it clean, you filthy sluts," he ordered harshly, "Get every fucking drop off my cock," he instructed, “don’t forget my balls.”

They scrambled, tongues eagerly lapping his cum from his shaft and tightening scrotum, their mouths hot and greedy. Jihyo sat back, wiping her chin with a low chuckle, her eyes gleaming as she gestured towards the steaming shower. "Get that filthy cock in here, cleaner boy," she purred, "The bathroom floor's clean enough... time you washed us properly."

“I love this job!”

~~~~

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Art Of Love! (Chaewon)

Kim Chaewon (LSF) X Male Reader

MothaFluffa, with a sprinkle of Angst!

Long story ahead!!!

Apartment 54. Third floor. Chaewon stood at the door, smiling. It was affordable, convenient — the perfect place for a new start. Too bad she hadn’t read the full description before buying it.

She drew in a deep breath before turning the doorknob. As the door opened, a warm, inviting scent and the sight of the apartment’s beautiful décor washed over her.

“Wow! This is better than I expected!” She spoke to herself.

She dropped her bag on the couch and looked around. The artwork on the walls stopped her in her tracks—it was incredible. She quickly snapped a photo and sent it to her friends.

“Oh right! Let’s check out the rooms.” As she approaches the corner, she bumps into someone and falls backward, landing on the ground as a couple of paintbrushes belonging to the other person clatter loudly beside her.

She rubs her forehead, dazed from the collision. “W-What the—?” Her eyes widen as she looks up at a tall boy towering above her. “W-Who are you?! And why are you in my apartment?!”

He let out a scoff. “Your apartment? Really? And maybe watch where you’re going next time.” He straightened up after dusting himself off, then crouched to collect his scattered paintbrushes.

He’s really handsome—unfortunately, Chaewon thought. And a total dick on top of that! She got back on her feet, glaring. “I live here! Why the hell are you in my apartment?!”

“Are you stupid?” he said, and Chaewon froze. “You’re the roommate, right? Please tell me you at least read the listing.” He crossed his arms. “It said shared apartment, genius.”

“Shared?!” Chaewon echoed, eyes wide. “Since when?!”

“Since always,” he said flatly, barely looking at her.

She threw her hands up. “Great. Just perfect. A random guy who doesn’t know how to apologize and thinks he owns the place. Fantastic start.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said with a half-smile. “Sorry to disappoint you, but the only haunting thing here is your lack of reading comprehension.”

“Excuse me?!” she snapped.

“Shared apartment,” he repeated, pointing towards the lease pinned to the fridge. “Welcome home, roommate.”

She rolled her eyes. “How can I be so stupid?!” She whispered under her breath. “I can’t go back now.”

~~~~

Chaewon let out a satisfied sigh. “Finally, all done,” she said, finishing the last of her unpacking. She glanced around the room, taking in her new space before deciding to explore a bit.

There were two extra rooms—one of which, she thought, could be perfect for a small music studio. But before she could take a closer look, the sharp sound of water splashing against the floor made her pause.

“Are you serious? Great—now I need to get more water,” the boy grumbled. Chaewon watched as he stepped out of the room, clearly frustrated.

As soon as he was gone, curiosity tugged at her. Moving quietly, she tiptoed to the doorway and peeked inside, gasping softly as her eyes swept across the room.

Art covered every inch of the room, from the walls to the easel in the corner. It’s beautiful, she thought, eyes wide in awe. “This guy’s actually talented,” she whispered. But before she could take another step…

“Boo!”

He caught her just in time, their faces inches apart. “You really have a thing for falling, don’t you?” he teased.

“S-shut up! You scared me!” she snapped, cheeks red as she stepped back.

After a brief pause, he tilted his head. “So… care to explain why you were snooping around my art room?”

“I—I wasn’t snooping!” she stammered. “I just… heard something and got curious.”

He leaned against the doorway, grinning. “Curious about my art or about me?”

“Neither!” she snapped, her face turning red. “Don’t flatter yourself! I-I was… inspecting.”

“Inspecting now, huh?” he said, laughing softly. “Didn’t realize I was living with a detective.”

“Maybe you are,” she replied, lifting her chin. “And detectives don’t like suspicious behavior.”

“Suspicious? I was painting.”

“Exactly. Suspicious,” she said, refusing to smile even as he laughed.

The tension in the air slowly faded into something lighter. He went back to his easel, brushing a few strokes of blue across the canvas.

Chaewon stood by the doorway, arms still crossed—but her tone softened. “You’re really serious about your art, huh?”

He glanced over his shoulder, surprised by her shift in tone. “Yeah. It’s kind of… my thing,” he said quietly. “Been painting since I was a kid.”

“That’s… actually pretty cool,” she admitted, her earlier defensiveness melting away.

He smiled faintly, the first genuine one she’d seen from him. “Thanks. Didn’t think you’d say that after calling me a jerk.”

She smirked, trying to play it off. “Hey, I can appreciate talent and still think you’re a jerk.”

“Fair enough,” he said, chuckling softly.

For the first time since she moved in, the silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was almost comfortable.

“You can come closer, you know,” he said without looking back. “You’re hovering like I’m gonna bite.”

“I’m not hovering,” she said quickly, taking one cautious step inside.

He glanced at her with a teasing smile. “Sure you’re not.”

She ignored him, pretending to study the paintings instead. “You’re… actually really good,” she admitted, her voice softer this time.

“Thanks,” he said, setting his brush down. “Didn’t expect you to say that. Thought you’d just insult me again.”

“I can multitask,” she replied with a grin.

He laughed—a real laugh this time—and she couldn’t help but smile too. The sound filled the room, easy and warm.

Then, without warning, she stepped back and bumped into a paint can.

They both froze as blue paint started pooling on the floor.

“Oh no…” she whispered.

He looked at the mess, then at her, and sighed. She winced. “I’ll… clean it up?”

He smiled faintly, shaking his head. “Yeah. Together.”

For some reason, that one word—together—made her chest flutter just a little. Chaewon grabbed some tissues from the counter and crouched down, trying to soak up the blue puddle.

“Ugh… this is so bad,” she groaned.

“Relax,” he said, kneeling beside her with a small smile. “It’s just paint. Happens all the time.”

“Yeah, well, not usually because I knock it over,” she muttered, cheeks puffing slightly.

He laughed softly. “You really do have a talent for chaos.”

She shot him a look. “Says the guy who leaves open paint cans lying around.”

“Touché,” he said, smirking.

They cleaned in silence for a moment—until she realized how close they were sitting. She glanced up, and he was already looking at her. For a second, neither of them moved.

“Uh…” she cleared her throat, sitting up straighter. “I don’t think we’ve… properly introduced ourselves.”

He blinked, then smiled faintly. “Right. I’m Lee Y/n.”

“Kim Chaewon,” she said, returning the smile despite herself.

“Well, Chaewon,” Y/n said, standing up and offering her a hand, “welcome to Apartment 54. Try not to flood the place again, yeah?”

She took his hand, rolling her eyes but smiling. “No promises.”

Their fingers brushed just a little longer than either of them expected.

And as they both looked away, pretending not to notice, that strange flutter in her chest returned—stronger this time.

~~~~

Morning sunlight spilled through the blinds, brushing across Chaewon’s face. She groaned softly, burying herself deeper under the blanket before realizing—

Wait… this isn’t my old apartment.

She blinked awake, glancing around the unfamiliar room, boxes still half-open, a faint smell of paint lingering in the air. Right. New place. New start. And… new roommate. Her stomach grumbled. “Ugh, breakfast,” she muttered, dragging herself out of bed.

As soon as she opened the door, the scent of coffee hit her. She peeked into the kitchen—and froze.

Y/n was already there, hair messy, sleeves rolled up, calmly sipping coffee while flipping pancakes like he owned the place. “Morning, roommate,” he said without looking up.

“You cook?” she asked, surprised.

“And you wake up before noon? Miracles do happen,” he replied with a grin.

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re awfully confident for someone who spilled water everywhere yesterday.”

“Correction,” he said, turning to hand her a plate. “You knocked over the paint. I just cleaned it up better.”

She crossed her arms but took the plate anyway. “You’re still a jerk.”

“And you’re still clumsy.”

They stared at each other for a moment—then both cracked up laughing.

For the first time since she’d moved in, it felt… nice. Warm. Like maybe this wasn’t going to be such a disaster after all.

“So,” he said, taking another sip of coffee. “Think you can survive living with me?”

She smiled over her pancake. “Depends. Can you survive living with me?”

He chuckled. “Guess we’ll find out.”

(Later that day)

By afternoon, the apartment had settled into an almost comfortable rhythm—almost.

Chaewon was sitting on the couch with her laptop open, headphones on, quietly humming as she worked on a new melody. For once, everything felt calm. Until the sound of drilling shattered the peace.

“WHAT is that?!” she yelled, pulling off her headphones.

Y/n’s voice echoed from the hallway. “Just hanging up a shelf!”

“A shelf? It sounds like you’re demolishing the wall!” she shouted back.

He appeared a moment later, holding a power drill and covered in dust. “You’re welcome in advance. I’m making space for our stuff.”

“Our stuff?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. You get the left side for your music junk. I’ll take the right.”

“It’s not junk,” she muttered. “It’s equipment.”

“Right,” he said with a grin. “Equipment that takes up half the living room.”

“You’re one to talk—your art supplies are everywhere!”

“Hey, creativity needs space.”

“So does sanity,” she fired back.

They glared at each other for a beat—then burst into laughter at how ridiculous they sounded.

“Okay,” Y/n said between laughs. “Maybe we’re both disasters.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, still smiling. “But at least it’s not boring.”

He looked at her for a second longer than necessary, that playful glint in his eyes softening just a little.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Definitely not boring.”

And just like that, the tension between them shifted—still sharp around the edges, but warmer now. The kind that hinted that maybe, just maybe, something more was beginning to spark.

(Time Skip)

A few days passed, and life in Apartment 54 began to settle into a strange but comfortable routine. Mornings were filled with the smell of coffee and the sound of Lee Y/n’s brushstrokes, while Chaewon’s music drifted softly from her room. They still bickered—constantly—but the edge had faded. Now, their arguments sounded more like inside jokes.

One evening, thunder rolled outside, rattling the windows. The rain poured hard against the glass as Chaewon peeked into the kitchen.

Y/n stood there, hair a little damp, sleeves rolled up, stirring something on the stove.

“You’re cooking again?” she asked, surprised.

“Someone’s gotta keep us alive,” he replied with a smirk. “Unless you plan on living off instant noodles forever.”

“Hey, don’t insult my noodles. They’ve gotten me through hard times,” she said, grinning.

“Then consider this an upgrade,” he said, handing her a spoon. “Taste.”

She hesitated, then took a bite. “Okay… wow. That’s actually really good.”

“You sound shocked,” he said, pretending to be offended.

“Because I am shocked,” she teased. “You look like the type who burns water.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re smug,” she said, grabbing a second spoonful anyway.

For a moment, the storm outside faded into background noise. The kitchen felt warm—too warm.

“You know,” he said after a pause, “you’re not as bad as I thought.”

“Wow,” she said, placing a hand over her chest. “The great Y/n just complimented me. Should I write this down?”

He chuckled. “Don’t push it.”

They shared a look—short, quiet, and strangely tender—before Chaewon turned away, pretending to focus on the rain tapping against the window.

What is this feeling? she thought, heart fluttering. He’s still a jerk… but why does he suddenly feel so—

“You’re staring again,” he said without turning around.

“I—What?! No, I wasn’t!” she stammered.

“Sure,” he said, smiling as he plated the food.

“Ugh,” she muttered, but couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto her lips.

(Later That Night!)

Later that night, the dishes were done, and the rain had quieted to a gentle patter. The two of them sat on the couch, mugs of hot chocolate in hand, a half-finished movie playing quietly in the background.

Chaewon glanced at Y/n from the corner of her eye. He wasn’t teasing her for once—just sitting there, focused on his drink, a small frown tugging at his lips.

“You look serious,” she said softly.

He chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He hesitated before answering. “About how weird life can be. One moment, you’re sure of what you want… and then everything changes.”

She tilted her head. “That sounds deep. You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said with a faint smile. “Just… my last art exhibition didn’t go well. I thought it was going to be my big break, but it tanked. Felt like everything I’d worked for just… slipped away.”

Chaewon looked down at her mug. “I get that,” she said quietly. “I used to perform music before moving here. Small gigs, open mics… but after a while, it stopped being fun. I guess I needed to start over, too.”

He glanced at her, eyes softening. “So that’s why you moved here.”

“Yeah,” she said with a small shrug. “New place, new start. Though I didn’t plan on having a roommate who drives me crazy.”

He smiled. “You love it.”

“I tolerate it,” she corrected, but there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

The movie flickered, light dancing across their faces. For a while, neither of them spoke.

Then Y/n leaned back, his voice quieter. “You know, for what it’s worth… I’m glad you moved in.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said simply, eyes meeting hers. “It’s been… less quiet.”

She smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. “Guess that makes two of us.” Outside, the rain slowed to a soft drizzle—but inside, it felt like something had just begun.

(The Next Day!)

The next morning, the apartment felt different—warmer somehow.

Chaewon sat at the kitchen counter with her laptop, hair tied in a messy bun, a mug of coffee beside her. She was humming softly, lost in a melody.

Y/n walked in, half-awake, paint smudges still on his arm. “You’re singing again,” he said, voice low and groggy.

“You’re painting before breakfast again,” she replied without looking up.

He smirked. “Touché.”

There was a quiet ease between them now. She handed him his mug—his favorite, the one with a chipped handle—and he accepted it without a word, like it was already routine.

“So,” he said after a sip, “I was thinking about what you said last night. About music.”

“What about it?”

“You should get back into it. Perform again.”

She looked up, surprised. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” he said simply. “You light up when you talk about it.”

Her chest tightened a little. “That’s… actually really sweet, Y/n.”

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he teased. “I can be nice.”

“Occasionally,” she said with a grin.

He was about to reply when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—and froze.

“Who’s Minho?” he asked casually, sipping his coffee.

“No one,” she said a little too fast.

“Ohhh,” he drawled, a teasing glint in his eye. “No one, huh?”

“Mind your own business,” she said, cheeks pink.

“I’m just saying,” he continued with a grin, “if your ‘no one’ keeps texting, I might have to start charging him rent.”

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, throwing a napkin at him.

He caught it easily, laughing. “But you like living with me.”

“Debatable,” she said—but she couldn’t stop smiling.

And as Y/n turned back to his art, Chaewon tried to focus on her music again… though it was a lot harder when her heart wouldn’t stop racing.

~~~~

A week passed, and the chaos of moving in had finally settled. The apartment felt lived-in now — her music sheets scattered on the table, his paint stains on the floor, the faint scent of coffee and acrylics lingering in the air.

That evening, Chaewon sat by the window, strumming her guitar. The melody she’d been working on floated softly through the room — warm, gentle, unfinished.

Y/n looked up from his easel. “That’s new.”

“Yeah,” she said, not turning around. “Still figuring it out.”

“It’s good,” he said. “Different. Feels… honest.”

She smiled faintly. “Thanks. It’s kind of about… starting over, I guess.”

He nodded, dipping his brush into blue. “I get that.”

A few quiet minutes passed — just the hum of music and the brush gliding across canvas. Then, curiosity got the better of her.

“What are you painting?” she asked.

He hesitated. “You’ll laugh.”

“Try me.”

He sighed, gesturing for her to come closer. “Alright, but no teasing.”

She stood, walking over to his easel — and froze.

On the canvas was her. Sitting by the window, guitar in hand, light pouring over her hair like a soft halo. The strokes were delicate, full of color and warmth.

“That’s… me?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “You looked… peaceful. I just wanted to capture that.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Y/n, it’s beautiful.”

He looked at her then — really looked — and for the first time, she didn’t see the teasing grin or smug smirk. Just sincerity.

“You’re kind of my muse,” he admitted softly.

Chaewon’s heart skipped. “You can’t just say stuff like that,” she muttered, trying to hide her smile.

“Why not? It’s true,” he said simply, still painting.

She looked at the portrait again, her chest warm and full. For the first time since moving in, she realized she didn’t just feel comfortable here. She felt at home.

- The Following Night

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of rain tapping against the windows again.

Chaewon couldn’t sleep. She tossed, turned, and finally gave up, slipping out of bed to grab some water.

The living room lights were dim, and to her surprise, Lee Y/n was still awake — sitting on the couch, sketchbook in hand, a blanket draped lazily over his shoulders.

“You’re up late,” she said softly.

He glanced up and smiled faintly. “Could say the same to you.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, sitting on the arm of the couch. “You?”

“Same. Too many thoughts.”

She nodded, staring at the rain-streaked window. “About your art?”

“About… everything,” he said quietly. “Life, mistakes, people who somehow make your days less dull.”

She looked at him, catching the tiny smirk he tried to hide. “Was that your way of calling me interesting?”

“Don’t push it,” he teased, but his tone was gentle.

For a moment, silence settled again — but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind that felt safe.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, voice softer now. “Thanks… for sticking around.”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Most people would’ve run off after how we started,” he said with a small laugh. “Guess I’m lucky you didn’t.”

Her heart thudded. “Maybe I just didn’t want to leave you with a mess.”

“Or maybe,” he said, meeting her eyes, “you actually like having me around.”

She scoffed, but her voice wavered. “Keep dreaming.”

He smiled — not the cocky one she was used to, but something softer. “Yeah… maybe I am.”

Their eyes lingered for a second too long, the air between them charged with something unspoken — until a thunderclap broke the spell.

Chaewon quickly stood, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I, uh… should probably go back to bed.”

“Right,” he said, his voice low. “Goodnight, Chaewon.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

As she closed her door, her hand lingered on the knob, heart racing. She could still feel his gaze — warm, quiet, and heavy with something she didn’t quite have the courage to name.

- The Following Morning

The next morning came with sunlight spilling through the blinds — too bright, too normal for how fast Chaewon’s heart was still beating.

She took her time getting ready, hoping Y/n would still be asleep. No such luck.

He was already in the kitchen, hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, humming quietly as he poured coffee.

“Morning,” he said without looking up.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice softer than usual. She grabbed a mug, careful not to meet his eyes.

The silence stretched, heavier than usual — not awkward, exactly, but full of everything left unsaid from last night.

“You sleep okay?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Yeah,” she lied quickly. “You?”

“Eventually,” he said with a faint smile. “Kept thinking about—” He stopped himself mid-sentence.

“About?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Uh… the painting,” he said, taking a quick sip of coffee.

“Right,” she said, pretending to believe him. “The painting.”

They both looked away at the same time, cheeks tinged with color.

A beat passed, then Y/n broke the silence. “Hey… about last night—”

“Nothing happened!” she blurted out, way too fast.

He blinked. “Didn’t say it did.”

“Right. I just—uh—making sure you didn’t, you know, think anything happened.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, fighting a grin. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, turning away — but he caught the tiny smile on her face.

As she walked toward her room, he called out, “Hey, Chaewon?”

She paused, looking over her shoulder.

“That song you were humming last night,” he said. “You should finish it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said with a small, genuine smile. “It suits you.”

Her chest tightened again — that same flutter from before. “Thanks,” she said quietly, disappearing into her room.

Y/n watched the door close, exhaling a soft laugh to himself.

“Yeah,” he murmured under his breath, “definitely not just roommates anymore.”

~~~

The days slipped by quietly after that morning, each one blurring into the next. They had fallen into a rhythm—morning coffee, separate work, shared dinners, and those long, quiet nights where neither wanted to admit how much they looked forward to them.

That Friday evening, the apartment was calm. A gentle tune hummed from Chaewon’s speaker as she tuned her guitar. Y/n sat across from her on the floor, sketching something in his notebook.

“You’ve been working on that for hours,” she said, strumming a chord. “What is it this time?”

“Just sketching ideas,” he replied. “You’ll make fun of me if I show you.”

“No, I won’t,” she promised, smiling. “Probably.”

He shot her a look, but handed her the sketchbook anyway.

Her breath caught. It wasn’t just a drawing—it was her again. But this time, she wasn’t sitting by the window. She was on the couch, guitar in her lap, head turned slightly toward the light. It looked… alive.

“Y/n…” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

He shrugged, trying to play it off. “You make it easy to draw.”

Her heart skipped. “You really need to stop saying things like that,” she muttered.

“Why?” he asked, meeting her gaze. “Because they sound like I mean them?”

The room fell quiet. The song playing in the background faded into the hum of the city outside.

She looked away first, cheeks warm. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he said softly, setting his pencil down. “But you don’t look away when I draw you anymore.”

Chaewon swallowed, unsure what to say. Her fingers trembled slightly on the guitar strings. “Maybe I’m getting used to it,” she murmured.

He leaned back, studying her face, his tone lower now. “Or maybe you’re not scared to let someone see you anymore.”

She froze, her chest tightening. He wasn’t smiling this time. He wasn’t teasing. He was just… honest.

“Y/n…”

“Yeah?”

“If you keep saying stuff like that…” she said quietly, “I won’t know how to stop thinking about you.”

His eyes widened just slightly—but before he could reply, her phone buzzed again on the table. The moment shattered.

She stood quickly, flustered. “I—I should get that.”

He nodded, eyes following her as she walked away.

The unfinished song still lingered between them—soft, delicate, and full of everything they didn’t quite have the courage to say.

~~~

The night air was thick with quiet.

Chaewon stood in her room, phone in hand, staring blankly at the message from Minho: “Still thinking about you. Hope you’re doing okay.”

She sighed and locked the screen, tossing the phone onto her bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t care—it was just that things felt… different now. Especially after what Y/n had said.

She left her room to clear her head—and found him standing by the balcony, sketchbook in hand, looking out at the city lights.

“You’re still up?” she asked quietly.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he said without turning. “You?”

“Same.”

She walked closer, the cool night breeze brushing past them. For a moment, neither spoke.

“That guy who texted,” he said suddenly. “Is he… someone important?”

Chaewon blinked, caught off guard. “Minho? No. Not anymore.”

He nodded slowly. “Good.”

She frowned. “Good?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning to meet her eyes. “Because it’d really suck if I was starting to fall for someone who wasn’t available.”

Her breath caught. “Y/n…”

He took a hesitant step closer. “I know it’s sudden. And maybe it’s stupid. But every time you walk into a room, I can’t focus on anything else. You’re loud, stubborn, messy as hell—”

“Wow, way to make a girl feel special,” she interrupted, heart racing.

He laughed softly, eyes warm. “—but you make this place feel like home. And I haven’t felt that in a long time.”

She froze, words caught in her throat. All the teasing, the late nights, the quiet smiles—it all clicked.

“You really mean that?” she asked.

“Every word.”

The city lights flickered between them, reflections dancing in their eyes. Slowly, almost without realizing it, she stepped closer.

“Then you should probably kiss me before I overthink this,” she whispered.

He smiled, soft and certain. “Wasn’t planning on waiting.”

And just like that, the distance vanished.

The noise of the city melted away, replaced by the quiet rhythm of two hearts finally beating in sync.

When they pulled apart, Chaewon’s cheeks were flushed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re still kind of a jerk, you know.”

“Yeah,” Y/n said, grinning. “But now I’m your jerk.”

She laughed softly, leaning her forehead against his. “Guess I can live with that.”

~~~

Morning light streamed through the curtains, brushing across the living room. The air felt different — softer, quieter, charged with the memory of last night.

Chaewon stirred awake on the couch, realizing she’d fallen asleep there after… that. Her heart skipped at the thought. Did that really happen?

“Morning,” came a voice from the kitchen.

She sat up quickly, nearly knocking over a cushion. “Oh—uh, morning.”

Y/n stood there, hair a mess, wearing the same hoodie from last night. He held two mugs of coffee — and a look that was somewhere between shy and amused.

“You sleep okay?” he asked, setting one mug down in front of her.

“Yeah. I think,” she said, still flustered. “You?”

“Barely,” he admitted with a small smile. “Kept replaying… uh—never mind.”

She blushed immediately. “You mean the—”

“Yep,” he interrupted quickly, taking a long sip of his coffee.

They sat in silence for a moment, both pretending to be way too focused on their mugs.

“So,” she started, trying to sound casual. “That kiss…”

“Yeah?”

“It wasn’t—uh—a roommate thing, right?” she asked carefully.

He chuckled softly, leaning against the counter. “Pretty sure roommates don’t usually kiss like that.”

“Good,” she said before she could stop herself.

He grinned. “Good?”

“I mean—not good good, just… you know what I mean!” she stammered, hiding her face in her hands.

Y/n laughed quietly, setting his coffee down and moving closer. “You’re cute when you’re flustered

“And you’re impossible,” she muttered, but didn’t move away when he sat beside her.

“Maybe,” he said with a small smile. “But now I’m your impossible.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a grin. “If you keep saying things like that, I might actually start liking you.”

“Might?” he teased.

“Don’t push it,” she said — but the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

And as they sat there, laughing softly over coffee, the air between them finally felt easy — like love had quietly found its place in the middle of their chaos.

~~~

Three weeks later, Apartment 54 looked… lived in. Half-finished canvases leaned against the wall, a pile of guitar picks sat on the coffee table, and there was always music playing — either Chaewon’s humming or Y/n’s soft tapping of a brush against glass.

They’d fallen into a rhythm that felt easy and right.

“You’re using my mug again,” Chaewon said one morning, hands on her hips.

Y/n looked up from the stove, feigning confusion. “Your mug?”

“Yes, the blue one with the tiny crack. You said it was cursed!”

“Well,” he said, handing her a plate of pancakes, “guess I wanted to test my luck.”

“Unbelievable,” she muttered — but she smiled as she took the plate.

Later that afternoon, Y/n painted while Chaewon recorded vocals in her small setup. Through the wall, he could hear her laughing at her own mistakes, starting over again and again. It made him smile — the sound of her voice had become the heartbeat of the apartment.

Around sunset, she wandered into his art room, curious as always. “Working on another masterpiece?”

“Maybe,” he said, brushing a line of gold across the canvas. “Want to see?”

She leaned over — and froze. It was a painting of two mugs sitting side by side on the kitchen counter. Her cursed blue one… and his chipped gray one.

“You painted our mugs?” she asked softly.

He shrugged. “They looked right together.”

Her heart swelled, caught somewhere between laughter and tears. “You’re such a sap.”

“You love it,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah,” she admitted quietly. “I really do.”

He reached out, brushing a bit of paint off her cheek. “You’ve got color on you.”

“You did that on purpose,” she said, narrowing her eyes.

“Maybe,” he teased.

“Oh, you’re so—” she lunged for him, smearing a streak of blue across his jaw.

“Hey!” he laughed, dodging but failing miserably. In seconds, it turned into a full-blown paint war — laughter echoing through the apartment.

When they finally stopped, breathless and messy, Chaewon looked at him, her voice softer.

“You know,” she said, “I think this apartment really is perfect now.”

“Yeah?” he said, smiling. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re in it.”

He smiled back, eyes warm. “Guess that makes two of us.”

Outside, the evening light bathed the room in gold. Inside, the chaos of paint and laughter felt like home.

~~~~

A few months later, Apartment 54 had changed again.

Not physically — the same canvases lined the walls, the same guitar rested by the couch — but it felt different. There was something unspoken in the air lately, a quiet tension beneath the laughter.

Chaewon sat at the table, scrolling through her emails. Her eyes landed on one from a small music studio — the kind of opportunity she’d dreamed about. They wanted her to record a demo. In Busan.

“Hey,” Y/n said from the other room, breaking her train of thought. “You’ve been quiet all morning.”

“Just… reading something,” she replied quickly, closing her laptop.

He walked in, paint still on his hands, curiosity written all over his face. “Something good?”

“Yeah. Maybe. A studio wants me to record a song. But it’s in Busan.”

He smiled, proud. “That’s amazing, Chaewon!”

“It’s only for a few weeks,” she said carefully. “But they want me to move there if it goes well.”

His smile faltered, just a little. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Silence settled — heavy and uncertain.

“You should do it,” Y/n said finally, forcing a smile. “This is your dream.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “I just… didn’t think it would come this soon.”

“Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “We’ll figure it out. Long distance isn’t impossible.”

She looked at him, eyes soft. “You say that now, but what if it changes everything?”

“Then we’ll change together,” he said simply.

Chaewon smiled, but something inside her still twisted.

Later that night, she found Y/n on the balcony, staring out at the city. The sketchbook lay open beside him — but instead of drawing, he’d written something.

“What’s that?” she asked.

He closed it quickly, smiling. “Nothing. Just… thinking again.”

“About me leaving?”

“About us,” he admitted. “I want you to chase your dream. I just wish it didn’t mean chasing you from far away.”

She reached out, taking his paint-stained hand in hers. “You won’t lose me, Y/n.”

He squeezed her hand gently. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

The night stretched quiet and still — full of love, fear, and everything in between.

Neither of them said it aloud, but they both knew:

Sometimes the hardest part of loving someone is learning when to let them fly.

~~~~

The day Chaewon left, the apartment felt empty.

Her laughter no longer echoed through the hall, and Y/n found himself pausing mid-brushstroke, expecting to hear her humming from the other room. But there was only silence.

She texted him when she arrived in Busan:

Chaewon: Landed safe. The studio’s smaller than I thought, but it feels right.

Y/n: Good. Don’t forget to eat, okay? And send me your new song when you finish it.

Chaewon: Bossy as ever. Miss you already.

He smiled at the screen for longer than he’d admit.

Days passed, and their messages turned into nightly video calls. She’d tell him about long recording hours and ramen dinners, and he’d show her the new paintings he’d started—one of which, she eventually noticed, had her reflection hidden in the background.

“You painted me again,” she said one night, laughing.

“I keep trying not to,” he said, “but you sneak in anyway.”

Her smile softened. “You’re such a sap.”

“You love it,” he teased, but his voice was quiet, careful.

Weeks turned into a month. Her song began to gain traction online, small but steady, and she started spending more time at the studio. Calls became shorter. Texts took longer to arrive.

One evening, Y/n sat on the balcony with his phone, typing and deleting the same message over and over.

I miss you.

He finally hit send.

It took an hour before her reply came.

Chaewon: I miss you too. I’m sorry I’ve been busy. Things are getting crazy here.

Y/n: Don’t apologize. You’re doing amazing.

He meant it — but when he looked at the empty couch where she used to sit, the words hurt a little.

A few days later, she sent a voice message instead of a text. Her tone was soft, tired, but warm.

“Hey… I listened to one of your old recordings today — the one with the guitar near the window. I miss that sound. I miss home. I miss you.”

Y/n closed his eyes, the ache in his chest melting into a quiet smile.

“Then come back soon,” he whispered to himself.

Outside, the night was still — but for the first time in weeks, he picked up his brush again. This time, he painted not just her image… but the space between them.

~~~~

The train from Busan to Seoul rattled softly, the hum of the tracks matching the rhythm in Chaewon’s chest. Months had passed since she left — months of new faces, music sessions, and long nights staring at her phone, missing the sound of his voice.

Her song had taken off more than she expected. The studio wanted her full-time now, but the one thing she couldn’t stop thinking about wasn’t her music.

It was Y/n.

When the train finally stopped, she exhaled a shaky breath and whispered to herself, “Home.”

⸻

The key still fit perfectly in the lock.

Apartment 54 smelled exactly the same — faint coffee, paint, and something that was just him.

“Hello?” she called softly.

From the art room, a familiar voice answered. “Chaewon?”

He appeared in the doorway, paint still on his hands, looking both stunned and relieved all at once.

“You’re… back,” he said, almost afraid to believe it.

She nodded, smiling nervously. “Surprise.”

For a moment, neither moved. Then he stepped forward, closing the distance. She barely had time to breathe before his arms were around her.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Y/n murmured against her hair.

She laughed softly, clutching him back. “I think I do.”

When they finally pulled apart, his eyes lingered on her face — the tiredness from travel, the sparkle of happiness she tried to hide.

“You look different,” he said. “Happier.”

“Busan will do that to you,” she teased. “But… I missed this.”

“The paint smell or me?”

“Both,” she said, smiling.

⸻

That night, they sat on the balcony again — the same spot where he’d once told her he was falling for her.

“How was it?” he asked.

“Amazing,” she said honestly. “Terrifying too. But I learned a lot. About music… and about what I really want.”

“And what’s that?” he asked softly.

She looked at him, eyes glinting in the city light. “To keep making music. But not alone.”

He smiled — the kind that reached his eyes this time. “You mean…?”

“I mean you,” she said simply. “Home didn’t feel like home without you in it.”

Y/n took her hand gently, thumb brushing her skin. “Then don’t leave again.”

She squeezed his hand. “Not unless you come with me.”

The city below seemed to fade away — just two people, one promise, and the warmth of a love that had quietly waited to be rediscovered.

And for the first time in months, both of them knew:

They were exactly where they were meant to be.

~~~~

A year had passed since the day Chaewon came back to Apartment 54.

The place had changed again — not from new furniture or paint, but from life. From laughter that filled the rooms, from music that blended with the soft scent of acrylics, from the quiet warmth of two hearts that had finally found their rhythm.

Chaewon’s song — the one she wrote during her nights in Busan — had gone viral. She still couldn’t quite believe it. Fans sent her messages about how it “felt like home,” and every time she read one, she’d glance at Y/n, who always smiled knowingly.

He’d opened a small art studio downtown. Sometimes, people would stop to ask about the portraits displayed in the window — the girl with the gentle smile, the paint-stained hands, the spark in her eyes.

“That’s my muse,” he’d say simply.

They still argued — about laundry, about who finished the coffee, about whose turn it was to take out the trash — but those tiny moments had become part of their rhythm. Their chaos. Their love.

One evening, as the golden hour painted the room in soft orange light, Chaewon sat by the window, strumming her guitar.

“What are you working on?” Y/n asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“A new song,” she said, smiling. “About us.”

“Yeah?” he asked, grinning. “Should I be nervous?”

“A little,” she teased. “It’s about a girl who moved into an apartment with a total jerk.”

“Ah. Sounds familiar.”

“Don’t worry,” she said, eyes twinkling. “He turns out to be the love of her life.”

He laughed, crossing the room to kiss her forehead. “I like how it ends.”

“Me too.”

She started playing again — soft, steady chords that filled the apartment with warmth.

Y/n picked up his sketchbook, sitting beside her on the floor, drawing while she sang.

Two creators, two dreamers, two hearts that had collided by accident and stayed by choice.

Outside, the city moved on — busy, loud, endless.

But inside Apartment 54, time slowed.

Home wasn’t just walls or windows anymore.

It was them.

~~~~

The End!🥲

My first Ever Fic!!!! A fluff to start the launch of new writer! Smuts will be written too so don’t worry!😉

(Sorry if there’s any mistakes!!)

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when will secrets out be released since the teaser came out not that long ago?

Hopefully I can get it out before this weekend! If lucky I can get it out early!☺️

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Teaser For Secrets Out Ep.3!!! (Trouble In Japan!)

(Ft. Momo, Mina, Sana, Sakura, Kazuha, Giselle, Hikaru, Rei)

Guys I get it… I’ll try to stop disappearing!!!🫠🫠😭

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Secrets Out! Ep.2 (Leaked?)

Karina X Male Reader (Slight appearance by Aespa)

Tags: TitFucking, Ball sucking, Deepthroat, Spitting, Teasing, Videotaping, Quickie

~~ Be Sure to read Episode 1 here!

(3rd Person POV)

~ In the girls locker room

“You’re lying. That guy is a total loser.”

“Yeah, and a dick that big? It just doesn’t sound real.”

“I-I think he’s really cute.”

“Of course you think that Ning. But I’m serious! He just fucked Seulgi unnie and Wendy unnie in the backseat of the car!”

“His own step sister?!” The three of the girls were in complete shock with what they just heard.

A moment earlier before their chat, Karina drags her friends into the locker room to tell them about what she had just discovered in the parking lot. You, Seulgi and your own step sister Wendy having a threesome in the backseat.

“Yes! His own step sister!” Karina pulls out her phone. “Here look at this!”

She taps the play button, letting the video play for the girls to watch. Their eyes widened as they watch Wendy riding your cock while Seulgi rides your face.

“H-He’s actually fucking her.” Giselle spoke.

“Seulgi unnie is riding his face.” Winter followed up.

“Y/n’s… big cock.” Ning bites her lip making the girls look at her.

“Ning!” They all say, but she didn’t care and grabs the phone, skipping ahead of the video till it showed Wendy and Seulgi giving you a sloppy blowjob while recording themselves.

“Look! S-Such a big… fat… cock.” They all look back at the video, this time they put their focus on your dick.

The length, the thickness. They start to feel hungry. Hungry for your cock as they keep on watching. Karina starts to feel her panties getting soaked once again.

“F-Fuck! Again?” She bites her lip and looks down. The girls look at her and laugh.

“You’re getting wet huh?” Giselle teased.

“N-no! Shut up!” She defended herself but couldn’t hold back the blush.

“It’s okay if you are,” Winter chuckles softly. “I am too, I can’t lie.”

“Eww!” Giselle scoffed. “Let’s head back to class.” She grabs her bag as Winter and NingNing follow.

“I’ll be with you guys in a bit… I need to find Y/n and have a taste of him myself.” Karina whispered the last part to herself. They nodded and head to class.

Meanwhile, Karina was searching through the halls and all over the school, trying not to get caught to look for you but had no luck.

“Where could he be?” She thinks but then had an idea of where you could be. “Got it! The library! That nerd usually goes there at this time to do work.”

She quickly makes her way to the library, searching every section then finally spots you in the corner. She smirks wildly, knowing this was gonna be a perfect time. She walks up to you, taps your shoulder which makes you slowly turn your head.

“Hey nerd.” She says trying not to draw attention with the people around by staying as quiet as possible.

You sighed. “What do you want Karina? I’m busy doing my work.”

She sits next to you. “Well that can wait. I need to speak to you about something.”

“Get it over with already. I don’t like to be disturbed.” You put your attention back to your school work.

“Geez, calm down nerd. Look, I’m not gonna waste time here so let me just ask you something.” She looks at you. Thoughts of the video running through her mind.

“I’m not gonna do your homework for you.”

“It’s not about that idiot! It’s about something else.” She hits your arm.

“First off, ouch! And second, what could you possibly need from me?” You were curious. She would usually approach you about doing her homework or try to annoy you.

“It’s just a simple request.” She smirked which kinda creeped you out a little.

“Okay? What’s up?” You asked while she leans closer, your heart starts pounding. Is she about to kiss you?

“Can I maybe see… your cock?” She whispered. You froze up after her sudden request, the pen in your hand drops straight down to the floor.

“M-My what now?” You gulped. Did you hear correctly?

“Come on Y/n, you heard me.” She whispered more in a seductive tone while placing a hand on your thigh. She’s crazy you thought to yourself.

“N-No, are you crazy! I’m not showing you my stuff, that shit is weird!” You say trying not to be so loud.

“Oh that’s weird?” She smirks and takes her phone out. “Is it more weird that you fuck your own step sister.” She shows the video of you and your stomach drops.

“H-How did you get… delete that!” You try to take her phone but you were too slow. She giggled and teased you some more.

“Nope! You either show me your cock… or I will leak this video out and people will see how weird YOU really are.” She threatened.

This is fucked! You couldn’t figure out what to do. You can’t have that video getting leaked!

“Okay fine.” Those words make Karina’s smirk grow even bigger. This girl is crazy! I mean… she’s kinda hot but that’s not the point.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” She teased you more.

“Shut up and let’s get this over with.” You get up, looking around, making sure no one’s around. “We gotta be quiet and be careful.” You whispered.

You undo your belt while Karina watches, biting her lip as she couldn’t wait for the grand reveal. You bring your hands down to the waistband of your pants, then slowly pull them down until…

*Slap*

Your dick sprung out, landing right on her face. She gasped at the size of your cock as it rests across her face.

“Oh… m-my… fucking… god.” You can feel her breath just between your balls and under your shaft sending shivers down your spine.

The scene was kinda hot. Actually, really hot! She grabs onto your dick, slowly stroking it while she was still amazed by the length and the feel.

“I-I thought you just wanted to see only.” You groan as you grip the table.

“You like this don’t you?” She completely ignored your words.

“Y-Yes.” You didn’t want to give in. But man it was so damn hard.

“I can see why even your step sister would fuck you. She’s very lucky I should say.” She giggled as she keeps stroking you before planting a kiss on your tip which was enough to make your knees weak.

“F-Fuck Karina!” You moan quietly, leaning your head back.”

Without any warning, she puts your cock into her mouth. Her soft moans vibrate around your shaft while your body tenses up. She takes you inch by inch trying to get use to your size.

“Mmm… so… big.” She slurped then pulls away. She spits onto your cock and strokes you making sure you’re completely soaked. “You like that nerd?”

At this point you couldn’t take it. You tangled your fingers in her hair and push her back down on your cock, making her bob up and down your wet cock.

“Just shut up and keep sucking bitch.” You groan as you make her deepthroat your dick, causing her to gag a little.

Instead of resisting, she let you do it. It was almost like she was allowing you to do that. Her saliva mixed with your pre cum drip down towards your balls. You pull her off your dick as you griped onto her hair.

“You fucking nerd,” She tries to catch her breath as she looks up at you. “Making me choke on your big, fat cock.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You smirked as you smack your dick against her cheeks.

“I didn’t like it… I fucking loved it!” She sticks her tongue out and grabs your hard shaft to slap your tip onto it.

You groan out in pleasure as you watch her go down and suck on your balls while your cock is resting across her face.

“F-Fuck yes suck those balls.” Your eyes trail down and you bite your lip.

She pulls away. “Looking at my tits huh?” She looks down then back up at you. “You fucking perv. You think about my tits don’t you?”

“I would be lying if I said no.” Karina rolled her eyes.

“Mind telling me what you think about perv?” Her hands continue to stroke you.

“What your tits feel like in between my dick.” You grip her hair as she places more kisses all over your dick.

Karina was satisfied with your answer, and it only made her feel hotter. She takes her hands off your cock and moves back a little, taking off her hoodie.

“It’s only fair I show you my tits.” She pulls her pink crop top off, dropping it on the floor.

You look as your jaw drops. Her cleavage on display as her bra holds her big breasts together. Every little movement she makes, they bounce and jiggle around. You felt like you were being hypnotised.

Karina laughs as you stare for what felt like hours. “Look at you. You wanna see these tits huh?” She teased playing with the straps of her bra.

“Fuck yes.” You say almost instantly.

She takes off her bra, taking her time so she can tease and make you want more. Her big, soft tits are finally out, waiting to feel your touch.

(Y/n’s POV)

I lick my lips, reaching my hands over as I get a good grip on Karina’s tits. So fucking soft, so fucking big. She moans softly as she feels my touch.

“You like them?” She smirked, looking up at me.

“They’re amazing.” She smiles more at my answer while I keep playing with her melons. You then pull her onto your lap as you wanted to get a closer look.

“Ohh look at you,” She giggled. “Addicted already?” She teased.

“Maybe.” You dive in, rubbing your face in between her tits as she squirmed a little while holding you close.

I keep playing with her tits until she pushed me back against the chair, getting off my lap and onto her knees. She grabs onto my shaft and slaps the head against her tits.

“Mmm you like that daddy?” She looks into your eyes, turning you on with the way she addressed me.

It’s funny how Karina went from being a bitch towards me, to wanting more of my cock and calling me daddy. It just doesn’t seem real but I’m not complaining.

“I love it baby.” I grinned.

I can tell when I called her that it turned her on as she puts me between her tits and lets her spit drip down and onto my tip. She tightens the grip on my dick with her huge jugs, moving up and down slowly.

I moan softly. “Oh fuck, Karina! Your tits feel so fucking good!”

“I’m glad you like them daddy.” She winked.

I watch as my cock pops in and out between her tits before Karina sticks her tongue out, licking my tip every time she was close enough to lick it.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum Karina!” I groan out.

“Cum for me daddy! Cum all over my tits.” She bites her lip as she was in desperate need of my cream.

She moves faster, she grips tighter while I grip the chair as I feel the sensation from her tits.

“I’m c-close baby.” I lean my head back.

I felt her reach for something and I look down as I see her phone in her hand.

“Would you mind recording? I wanna send this to my girls.” She asked with an innocent yet naughty smile.

“D-Don’t they hate me?” I grunt.

“After I send them the video, they won’t.” She hands me the phone. “Come on, please?”

Was it a good idea? What about the video she has of me, Wendy and Seulgi? I’m sure she can keep it a secret right? Ah fuck it!

“Fine.” I take the phone and start to record her cupping her tits together.

“Thank you daddy.” She smirks and moans sexily then shortly looks into the camera after waving a little. “Hey girls! His dick is so much bigger in person than on video.” She spits down on my cock again.

Did she… show them the video? Oh god. Let’s just hope nothing spreads around. I gotta be careful.

“Ahh fuck! Keep moving those big tits.” I groan.

“Mmm you like that daddy?” She breathed, moving more seductively.

“I love it baby. Keep going, you’re doing amazing.” I stroke her cheek. I guess Karina loves the way I praise her by the way she looked at me with a grin.

“I want your cream daddy!” She moves faster and faster. I was getting close, I tried to keep the phone as steady as I could but it was a little difficult.

“Y-You want it? Fucking take it!” You groan trying to stay as quiet as possible. The sound of her melons slapping against me.

I shoot my first load, making a mess all over her tits.

“O-Oh fuck! So much daddy! I-I… oh my!” Another load right across her cheek and around her mouth. “Fuck! This is the best load ever!” She smiles, gathering some of my cum from her tits before seductively sucking her fingers.

“You like the taste of daddy’s cum baby?” I smirked as I try to catch my breath. This view of Karina was fucking amazing to see.

“You taste so good daddy. I might want more.” She winks at you then looks at the camera. “Sorry girls, maybe I’ll invite you next time.” She wanted to tease them. She blows a kiss then grabs her phone.

“Soo, there’s a next time?” I bite your lip.

“Maybe.” She looks at me and grins again. She cleans herself up with some wipes she had in her bag before cleaning my cock with her mouth. “God you taste so good Y/n.” She kisses your tip.

I moan softly and smile and the both of us fix ourselves up, putting back our clothes that we had taken off.

“You’re not gonna leak the video right?” I asked.

“Mmm…” my heart was pounding. I can’t have this video get leaked. If my parents see it, they will flip out. Especially my mom! “I won’t.”

You let out a sigh. “Thank you.” I tell her and she smiles while sending the video to her friends. “You single?” You push your luck.

“No Y/n!” She glares at me. “You might have a chance though.” She moves close to me.

“Oh I’m gonna make you mine, just wait and see.” I pull her close. Both of our faces inches away.

“I like your confidence Y/n.” She looks into my eyes.

“Will you let me kiss you?” I whispered then see her face as she blushed.

“I don’t know try it.” She challenged. I lean in and kiss her deeply and passionately as I held her hips. She returned the passion back and moves her hand behind my head.

We pull away, out of breath as we were smiling like idiots. She’s really a whole fucking package.

“I guess I’ll see you around nerd.” She giggled and bites her lip softly.

I roll my eyes playfully. “Still calling me that huh? What happened to daddy?” I teased and she blushed, hitting my arm. “I’m kidding, I’ll see you around Karina.”

We both exchanged numbers and we both go our separate ways. Man I really am a lucky guy. Little did I know, a little misclick would cause some little problems in the future.

(3rd Person POV)

*Ding*

A girl takes out her phone during class, turning it on without alerting the teacher. She opens the link as it takes her to a video that shouldn’t be seen. She gasps quietly.

“W-What the fuck?! Is that Y/n?!”

End Of Ep.2

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Secrets Out! Ep.2 (Leaked?)

Karina X Male Reader (Slight appearance by Aespa)

Tags: TitFucking, Ball sucking, Deepthroat, Spitting, Teasing, Videotaping, Quickie

~~ Be Sure to read Episode 1 here!

(3rd Person POV)

~ In the girls locker room

“You’re lying. That guy is a total loser.”

“Yeah, and a dick that big? It just doesn’t sound real.”

“I-I think he’s really cute.”

“Of course you think that Ning. But I’m serious! He just fucked Seulgi unnie and Wendy unnie in the backseat of the car!”

“His own step sister?!” The three of the girls were in complete shock with what they just heard.

A moment earlier before their chat, Karina drags her friends into the locker room to tell them about what she had just discovered in the parking lot. You, Seulgi and your own step sister Wendy having a threesome in the backseat.

“Yes! His own step sister!” Karina pulls out her phone. “Here look at this!”

She taps the play button, letting the video play for the girls to watch. Their eyes widened as they watch Wendy riding your cock while Seulgi rides your face.

“H-He’s actually fucking her.” Giselle spoke.

“Seulgi unnie is riding his face.” Winter followed up.

“Y/n’s… big cock.” Ning bites her lip making the girls look at her.

“Ning!” They all say, but she didn’t care and grabs the phone, skipping ahead of the video till it showed Wendy and Seulgi giving you a sloppy blowjob while recording themselves.

“Look! S-Such a big… fat… cock.” They all look back at the video, this time they put their focus on your dick.

The length, the thickness. They start to feel hungry. Hungry for your cock as they keep on watching. Karina starts to feel her panties getting soaked once again.

“F-Fuck! Again?” She bites her lip and looks down. The girls look at her and laugh.

“You’re getting wet huh?” Giselle teased.

“N-no! Shut up!” She defended herself but couldn’t hold back the blush.

“It’s okay if you are,” Winter chuckles softly. “I am too, I can’t lie.”

“Eww!” Giselle scoffed. “Let’s head back to class.” She grabs her bag as Winter and NingNing follow.

“I’ll be with you guys in a bit… I need to find Y/n and have a taste of him myself.” Karina whispered the last part to herself. They nodded and head to class.

Meanwhile, Karina was searching through the halls and all over the school, trying not to get caught to look for you but had no luck.

“Where could he be?” She thinks but then had an idea of where you could be. “Got it! The library! That nerd usually goes there at this time to do work.”

She quickly makes her way to the library, searching every section then finally spots you in the corner. She smirks wildly, knowing this was gonna be a perfect time. She walks up to you, taps your shoulder which makes you slowly turn your head.

“Hey nerd.” She says trying not to draw attention with the people around by staying as quiet as possible.

You sighed. “What do you want Karina? I’m busy doing my work.”

She sits next to you. “Well that can wait. I need to speak to you about something.”

“Get it over with already. I don’t like to be disturbed.” You put your attention back to your school work.

“Geez, calm down nerd. Look, I’m not gonna waste time here so let me just ask you something.” She looks at you. Thoughts of the video running through her mind.

“I’m not gonna do your homework for you.”

“It’s not about that idiot! It’s about something else.” She hits your arm.

“First off, ouch! And second, what could you possibly need from me?” You were curious. She would usually approach you about doing her homework or try to annoy you.

“It’s just a simple request.” She smirked which kinda creeped you out a little.

“Okay? What’s up?” You asked while she leans closer, your heart starts pounding. Is she about to kiss you?

“Can I maybe see… your cock?” She whispered. You froze up after her sudden request, the pen in your hand drops straight down to the floor.

“M-My what now?” You gulped. Did you hear correctly?

“Come on Y/n, you heard me.” She whispered more in a seductive tone while placing a hand on your thigh. She’s crazy you thought to yourself.

“N-No, are you crazy! I’m not showing you my stuff, that shit is weird!” You say trying not to be so loud.

“Oh that’s weird?” She smirks and takes her phone out. “Is it more weird that you fuck your own step sister.” She shows the video of you and your stomach drops.

“H-How did you get… delete that!” You try to take her phone but you were too slow. She giggled and teased you some more.

“Nope! You either show me your cock… or I will leak this video out and people will see how weird YOU really are.” She threatened.

This is fucked! You couldn’t figure out what to do. You can’t have that video getting leaked!

“Okay fine.” Those words make Karina’s smirk grow even bigger. This girl is crazy! I mean… she’s kinda hot but that’s not the point.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” She teased you more.

“Shut up and let’s get this over with.” You get up, looking around, making sure no one’s around. “We gotta be quiet and be careful.” You whispered.

You undo your belt while Karina watches, biting her lip as she couldn’t wait for the grand reveal. You bring your hands down to the waistband of your pants, then slowly pull them down until…

*Slap*

Your dick sprung out, landing right on her face. She gasped at the size of your cock as it rests across her face.

“Oh… m-my… fucking… god.” You can feel her breath just between your balls and under your shaft sending shivers down your spine.

The scene was kinda hot. Actually, really hot! She grabs onto your dick, slowly stroking it while she was still amazed by the length and the feel.

“I-I thought you just wanted to see only.” You groan as you grip the table.

“You like this don’t you?” She completely ignored your words.

“Y-Yes.” You didn’t want to give in. But man it was so damn hard.

“I can see why even your step sister would fuck you. She’s very lucky I should say.” She giggled as she keeps stroking you before planting a kiss on your tip which was enough to make your knees weak.

“F-Fuck Karina!” You moan quietly, leaning your head back.”

Without any warning, she puts your cock into her mouth. Her soft moans vibrate around your shaft while your body tenses up. She takes you inch by inch trying to get use to your size.

“Mmm… so… big.” She slurped then pulls away. She spits onto your cock and strokes you making sure you’re completely soaked. “You like that nerd?”

At this point you couldn’t take it. You tangled your fingers in her hair and push her back down on your cock, making her bob up and down your wet cock.

“Just shut up and keep sucking bitch.” You groan as you make her deepthroat your dick, causing her to gag a little.

Instead of resisting, she let you do it. It was almost like she was allowing you to do that. Her saliva mixed with your pre cum drip down towards your balls. You pull her off your dick as you griped onto her hair.

“You fucking nerd,” She tries to catch her breath as she looks up at you. “Making me choke on your big, fat cock.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You smirked as you smack your dick against her cheeks.

“I didn’t like it… I fucking loved it!” She sticks her tongue out and grabs your hard shaft to slap your tip onto it.

You groan out in pleasure as you watch her go down and suck on your balls while your cock is resting across her face.

“F-Fuck yes suck those balls.” Your eyes trail down and you bite your lip.

She pulls away. “Looking at my tits huh?” She looks down then back up at you. “You fucking perv. You think about my tits don’t you?”

“I would be lying if I said no.” Karina rolled her eyes.

“Mind telling me what you think about perv?” Her hands continue to stroke you.

“What your tits feel like in between my dick.” You grip her hair as she places more kisses all over your dick.

Karina was satisfied with your answer, and it only made her feel hotter. She takes her hands off your cock and moves back a little, taking off her hoodie.

“It’s only fair I show you my tits.” She pulls her pink crop top off, dropping it on the floor.

You look as your jaw drops. Her cleavage on display as her bra holds her big breasts together. Every little movement she makes, they bounce and jiggle around. You felt like you were being hypnotised.

Karina laughs as you stare for what felt like hours. “Look at you. You wanna see these tits huh?” She teased playing with the straps of her bra.

“Fuck yes.” You say almost instantly.

She takes off her bra, taking her time so she can tease and make you want more. Her big, soft tits are finally out, waiting to feel your touch.

(Y/n’s POV)

I lick my lips, reaching my hands over as I get a good grip on Karina’s tits. So fucking soft, so fucking big. She moans softly as she feels my touch.

“You like them?” She smirked, looking up at me.

“They’re amazing.” She smiles more at my answer while I keep playing with her melons. You then pull her onto your lap as you wanted to get a closer look.

“Ohh look at you,” She giggled. “Addicted already?” She teased.

“Maybe.” You dive in, rubbing your face in between her tits as she squirmed a little while holding you close.

I keep playing with her tits until she pushed me back against the chair, getting off my lap and onto her knees. She grabs onto my shaft and slaps the head against her tits.

“Mmm you like that daddy?” She looks into your eyes, turning you on with the way she addressed me.

It’s funny how Karina went from being a bitch towards me, to wanting more of my cock and calling me daddy. It just doesn’t seem real but I’m not complaining.

“I love it baby.” I grinned.

I can tell when I called her that it turned her on as she puts me between her tits and lets her spit drip down and onto my tip. She tightens the grip on my dick with her huge jugs, moving up and down slowly.

I moan softly. “Oh fuck, Karina! Your tits feel so fucking good!”

“I’m glad you like them daddy.” She winked.

I watch as my cock pops in and out between her tits before Karina sticks her tongue out, licking my tip every time she was close enough to lick it.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum Karina!” I groan out.

“Cum for me daddy! Cum all over my tits.” She bites her lip as she was in desperate need of my cream.

She moves faster, she grips tighter while I grip the chair as I feel the sensation from her tits.

“I’m c-close baby.” I lean my head back.

I felt her reach for something and I look down as I see her phone in her hand.

“Would you mind recording? I wanna send this to my girls.” She asked with an innocent yet naughty smile.

“D-Don’t they hate me?” I grunt.

“After I send them the video, they won’t.” She hands me the phone. “Come on, please?”

Was it a good idea? What about the video she has of me, Wendy and Seulgi? I’m sure she can keep it a secret right? Ah fuck it!

“Fine.” I take the phone and start to record her cupping her tits together.

“Thank you daddy.” She smirks and moans sexily then shortly looks into the camera after waving a little. “Hey girls! His dick is so much bigger in person than on video.” She spits down on my cock again.

Did she… show them the video? Oh god. Let’s just hope nothing spreads around. I gotta be careful.

“Ahh fuck! Keep moving those big tits.” I groan.

“Mmm you like that daddy?” She breathed, moving more seductively.

“I love it baby. Keep going, you’re doing amazing.” I stroke her cheek. I guess Karina loves the way I praise her by the way she looked at me with a grin.

“I want your cream daddy!” She moves faster and faster. I was getting close, I tried to keep the phone as steady as I could but it was a little difficult.

“Y-You want it? Fucking take it!” You groan trying to stay as quiet as possible. The sound of her melons slapping against me.

I shoot my first load, making a mess all over her tits.

“O-Oh fuck! So much daddy! I-I… oh my!” Another load right across her cheek and around her mouth. “Fuck! This is the best load ever!” She smiles, gathering some of my cum from her tits before seductively sucking her fingers.

“You like the taste of daddy’s cum baby?” I smirked as I try to catch my breath. This view of Karina was fucking amazing to see.

“You taste so good daddy. I might want more.” She winks at you then looks at the camera. “Sorry girls, maybe I’ll invite you next time.” She wanted to tease them. She blows a kiss then grabs her phone.

“Soo, there’s a next time?” I bite your lip.

“Maybe.” She looks at me and grins again. She cleans herself up with some wipes she had in her bag before cleaning my cock with her mouth. “God you taste so good Y/n.” She kisses your tip.

I moan softly and smile and the both of us fix ourselves up, putting back our clothes that we had taken off.

“You’re not gonna leak the video right?” I asked.

“Mmm…” my heart was pounding. I can’t have this video get leaked. If my parents see it, they will flip out. Especially my mom! “I won’t.”

You let out a sigh. “Thank you.” I tell her and she smiles while sending the video to her friends. “You single?” You push your luck.

“No Y/n!” She glares at me. “You might have a chance though.” She moves close to me.

“Oh I’m gonna make you mine, just wait and see.” I pull her close. Both of our faces inches away.

“I like your confidence Y/n.” She looks into my eyes.

“Will you let me kiss you?” I whispered then see her face as she blushed.

“I don’t know try it.” She challenged. I lean in and kiss her deeply and passionately as I held her hips. She returned the passion back and moves her hand behind my head.

We pull away, out of breath as we were smiling like idiots. She’s really a whole fucking package.

“I guess I’ll see you around nerd.” She giggled and bites her lip softly.

I roll my eyes playfully. “Still calling me that huh? What happened to daddy?” I teased and she blushed, hitting my arm. “I’m kidding, I’ll see you around Karina.”

We both exchanged numbers and we both go our separate ways. Man I really am a lucky guy. Little did I know, a little misclick would cause some little problems in the future.

(3rd Person POV)

*Ding*

A girl takes out her phone during class, turning it on without alerting the teacher. She opens the link as it takes her to a video that shouldn’t be seen. She gasps quietly.

“W-What the fuck?! Is that Y/n?!”

End Of Ep.2

To be continued!

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Secrets out 2?

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Make You Stay.

Kim Chaewon X Male Reader

Smut & Fluff!!

BossChaewon, AssistantY/n

Short smut as I’m trying to get back into the flow. I apologise for any errors. Just trying to get rid of the cobwebs.

(Y/n’s POV)

*Phone Rings*

This has been the 15th time she’s called me today! I sighed softly as I pick up my phone. I have a lot to do today!

“Yes Ma’am?” I answered with a calm tone.

“I need you in my office immediately.”

“I need to get a lot done, can it wait ma’am?” I asked politely but no reply. “You there ma’am?” I asked again but she hung up.

Hmm, that’s a little weird. Anyway, I need to get all these documents sorted as well as take a couple phone calls and a meeting to top off the busy day. I’ve been working here for almost for almost 6 years and I was really young when I started.

The boss of the company is surprisingly the same age as me. My boss isn’t just anyone. I’ve known her since high school but I never really talked to her or anyone back then.

Her family is well known, hence that’s why she’s my boss in the company, but I didn’t know that until I got into this business and learned more about them.

*Door Opens*

I sighed. “Who-,” As soon as I see Miss Kim, I get up from my seat and bow. “What brings you here ma’am?” I asked her with a soft smile.

“We need to talk Y/n.” She walks over to my desk and crosses her arms together.

“Sure ma’am but I really need to get these documents sorted.” I tell her softly. “It’s important.”

“That can wait. I’ve been hearing from the other employees that you’re planning on leaving the company?” She tells me.

Fuck! She wasn’t supposed to know that yet! Why can’t people just shut up? Ugghhh!

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about ma’am.” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Just tell me the truth Y/n. What’s going on?” She asks but this time it was soft. It’s weird because she’s never used that type of tone to me before. She doesn’t really show emotion.

“Y-Yes ma’am. I plan on leaving the company soon.” I admitted.

“But why?! Y-You can’t leave! You’re my assistant!”

“Ma’am, I’ve found someone that’ll take my place and take care of you. So know that you know, I want to tell you personally that I will be resigning from the company.”

(Kim Chaewon’s POV)

“I want to tell you personally that I will be resigning from the company.” His words echoed in my head. I didn’t know what it was but I felt something after he said that. I feel like I didn’t want him to leave for some reason.

“W-Well, what if they’re a terrible assistant? Y/n, you’re the best assistant I have!” I try to convince him. Why am I… desperate for him to stay?

“I’ve taught them everything already! Even how you like your coffee so don’t worry ma’am.” He just smiles softly.

“W-Who is it at least?” I asked.

“Miss Huh.” Huh Yunjin? Ughh, I have to find a way to make him STAY!

I look at him and I haven’t really focused much of his face. He’s… pretty handsome. Oh gosh! What am I thinking? I gotta stop! What’s going on with me? I shake my head to bring me back into reality.

“Come on.”

“I can’t just leave-,”

“I’ll get someone to do it. Let’s go.” I hear him sighed as he finally gave in. I called someone in to take care of his work. “You ready?”

“Where are we going ma’am?” He asks as he puts on his jacket.

“Let’s go get some ice cream.”

———

Time Skipped~~

- At the park.

“I appreciate the ice cream ma’am.” Y/n softly spoke.

“You’re welcome, and please just call me Chaewon outside of work.” I tell him.

He nods. “Okay ma- Chaewon.” It’s the first time he’s ever called me by my name since working together.

“What makes you want to leave?” I asked him catching him off guard with my sudden question.

He looks up, gazing at the sky. “I just… want to be free.” He answered and I look at him a little confused.

“Free? So you didn’t like working in the company?” I asked but he shakes his head.

“No it’s not that. Don’t get me wrong, I really love working here… but it sometimes becomes too much. Like there no room to breathe.” I sat there as I listen to him open up. He’s been holding in a lot from what I’m hearing.

“Was I horrible? As a boss?” I asked curiously to see how he felt with me.

“Of course not Chaewon! Sure, you can be too much here and there,” He chuckled softly. “But you definitely weren’t the problem. I love having you as my boss.” He says and I blush at that.

“That’s good to hear.” I smile as I felt the butterflies in my stomach. “But what do you mean by you want to be free? What will you do after you leave?”

“Hmm, i haven’t really thought about that if I’m being honest. I guess explore. Hopefully experience having a girlfriend since I never really have time, make friends or find new hobbies. Just have a good time you know?” I nodded at his answer.

I’ve never heard him speak so passionately about something. It’s gonna be hard to convince him to stay.

“Is there or was there a way to make you stay?” I took the chance to ask him.

He takes a moment before answering. “No.”

I sighed softly. I have to find a way to make him stay.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” I stand up and extend my hand out to help him up.

“You don’t have to do that Chaewon.” He takes my hand as he gets up.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I want to so let’s go.” I tell him and he nods. We get in my car and I drive him back to where he stays at. I parked the car on the side and he looks over at me.

“Thank you Chaewon. For the ice cream and the talk. I enjoyed it!” He smiles. His smile is so adorable.

“No problem. We should do this more often don’t you think? After work we hang out?” I suggested.

“I would like that. Stay safe on the way home Chaewon.” He says as he exits the car. He bowed before leaving to head inside.

As I watched him, my heart just felt something I’ve never felt before. A-Am I starting to develop feelings for Y/n? For my own assistant? What is happening to me?

———

(Y/n’s POV)

It’s almost been a month. I’m honestly gonna miss working here. Chaewon and myself have gotten to know each other more. I guess you can say we got closer each time we’d hang out after work hours are done.

I remember Chaewon being so cold and real serious about work, but now… she’s changed. In a good way though! I guess I judged her too much. I really like this Chaewon better if I’m honest.

*knock knock*

“Come in!” The door opens and I smile as I see Chaewon enter my office.

I stand up and bow. “Hello ma’am. What brings you here?” She looks really beautiful as always… wait whaa?

“You can call me Chaewon in and out of work Y/n.” She giggled cutely.

“Sure Chaewon. So is there anything I can do for you?” I asked as she sits down in front of my desk.

“Let’s have a movie night at my house tonight!” She says. She’s inviting me over? I never expected that at all.

“Are you sure about this ma’am?”

“Chaewon.” She corrects me.

“S-sorry. Chaewon.”

“Of course! It’ll be fun. I’ll send you the address and bring some spare clothes since you’ll be staying the night.” She leaves before I could even get a word out.

Staying the night? W-What on earth is happening? My boss is inviting me over to HER HOUSE, to watch a movie together… and also SLEEPOVER! The change in Chaewon… I’m kinda liking it… and I think I’m starting to like her!

Time Skipped~~

I made it! Here in front of my boss’s home. Or should I say castle. This place is fucking huge! I ring the doorbell as I wait for a few seconds until I see the door open up.

“Hi Y/n!” She smiles brightly.

I haven’t said a word. My mouth slightly open as I look at her. She’s so… I… she’s… pretty…

“Y/n you really shouldn’t look at your boss that way.” She teased and giggled.

I blushed hard, trying to get myself together. “S-Sorry, I-I was just… anyway let’s get the movie started!” I give an awkward smile then walked straight in.

(Kim Chaewon’s POV)

This boy is so cute! I said it! I have real, deep and genuine feelings for this guy! I’m sure gonna miss him. It makes me sad when I keep thinking about him leaving. It’s been on my mind for the last 3 weeks. Something about him just made me fall.

We head inside and I help him with his things before we head to the living room where I have everything set up. The movie is ready, the snacks and drinks. I hope he’s okay with romance films.

“You’re okay with romance films right?” I asked him softly as he gets comfortable on the couch.

“Of course! What are we watching?” He asked me.

“Honestly, I don’t even know.” I giggled “I guess I just picked one out and hopefully it’s good.” I say causing him to laugh cutely.

“Let’s hope. Okay, let’s get started!” He says and I nodded as I sit beside him while the movie starts.

———

Shocker. The movie sucked and I fell asleep. I then felt myself getting carried by Y/n which caused me to wake up but I pretend to sleep as I had the biggest smile on my face.

He carries me into my room and gently lays me down on the bed. He tucks me in, gently adjusted my pillow then felt a soft kiss being placed on my forehead. My face heats up as I turn into a blushing mess trying to calm myself down. It was quiet until I heard him speak softly.

“C-Chaewon? I’m really gonna miss you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to work for the company. I will always keep those small moments like where you would scold me for my little mistakes on the first day of being your assistant.” He giggled softly and quietly and I just smile in my ‘sleep’.

“I hated you at first, thinking you had this big ego but really? You’re real sweet and caring and I completely blame myself for thinking of you that way. Deep down, you’re the best boss I’ve ever had.” This boy!!! “But I want to get real. Tell you how I feel… about you.”

My heart starts to beat faster and I felt kinda nervous. W-What’s he about to say? Is it bad? Is it good? Gosh! I hope it’s nothing bad.

“I think I’ve fallen for you!” His words sent a shiver down my spine as I felt my heart go crazy. H-He fell in LOVE?! WITH ME?! “It’s crazy right? Falling for my own boss?”

I can’t take it anymore! “It’s not crazy.” I say and open my eyes then look up at him.

“I-Oh! Chaewon, I-I’m sorry I woke you up I-.” I grabbed his hand making him go silent. I sit up and move closer to him.

“I’ve fallen for you too Y/n.” I smile at him as I look into his eyes. This time, no awkwardness. We both felt very comfortable.

“Chaewon…” He whispered.

“Y/n… kiss me.” I bite my lip gently.

“A-Are you sure about this?” He asks nervously.

“I really don’t like how you talk to your boss.” I whispered seductively as I move closer.

And with that, he slowly leans in as he kisses me. His soft lips against mine. It felt special, it felt like heaven. I kiss him more deeply as I felt the moment getting hotter. His hands move down to my hips as mine flows through his hair.

“Y/n… I want you.” I look into his eyes with love… but also lust.

“I’ll take care of you. I always will.” He whispered which made me feel so safe and comfortable. I smile even more as I kiss him again.

Our hands move naturally as we both start to take each other’s clothes off, throwing them on the floor. I felt his warm body against mine while I feel on his muscles. This boy… so fucking sexy!

“Fuck Y/n! Have you been hiding this the whole time?” I smirked as I tease him by sliding my hand gently down his abs. He blushes. “Lay down now!” I say seductively and he nods while biting his lip.

He lays back while I move down his body kissing his lips, neck, chest and abs then all the way down… to his cock. I gently wrapped my hand around his length as I hear a groan come out from him.

“You’re so fucking big… daddy.” I lick my lips and wink at him, feeling him throb in my hand as I called him that.

“F-Fuck, I never know you were so… naughty.” He smirks and bites onto his lips hard. “I fucking love it baby.” Him calling me baby was getting me even more soaked!

“I want you to be the boss now daddy. Whatever you want… you get.” I say seductively as I stroke his big cock.

(Y/n’s POV)

“I want you to be the boss now daddy. Whatever you want… you get.” Those words reply over and over again. I look down at her as she strokes me slowly.

I smirked and bit my lip. “Suck daddy’s cock baby.” I say seductively.

“Anything for you daddy.” She smiles then wastes no time, wrapping her mouth around my tip, swirling her tongue around it.

My head leans back in pleasure as I felt her work her magic. “Oh f-fuck that’s it!” I groan out.

She pulls away, looks into my eyes as she lets her spit drop onto my cock. She winks before shoving my cock into her mouth, her saliva dripping down towards my balls.

“Mmm that’s it! Take daddy’s cock!” I place my hand on top of her head, making sure her hair won’t interfere as I felt a vibration from her moans.

She pulls away for air. “Mmm you like that daddy? Am I being a good girl?” Her words turn me on.

“Such a good fucking girl!” I smirked then I felt her cup my balls with her small and soft hands.

“Your balls are so full daddy. I think you need to release some ‘stress’.” Her mouth then moves to my balls. Suckling on them as my cock rests across her face.

I watch her as so much pleasure flows through my body. “Fuck baby! You’re gonna make me cum!”

She stops. “Uh uh. Fuck my face until I feel your cum down my throat.” Her dirty words turned me on. She was so different. Sweet in the start, to now being a complete slut for me… I love it!

She pulls me up, making me stand while she gets on her knees, not breaking the eye contact. “Go all out daddy. Treat me like a slut.”

With that, I grab each side of her head and shove my cock into her mouth. The sounds of her gags and moans was music to my ears. I go deeper and deeper as I look into her eyes.

My cock gets sloppier with every thrust. Never thought in my life that I would be fucking my own boss, but boy was I lucky!

“Ahh fuck! You better make sure you take every drop got it?” I grunt as I fuck her mouth some more.

She nods. “Mhmm.” She moans against me. I pump into her mouth as I felt myself getting closer. I grip her hair as I shove myself deeper into her mouth.

“T-Take it you slut!” I grunt out loudly as I felt myself getting closer cum shoot down her throat. She grips my thighs, making sure to get every drop then pull away for air.

“Ahhh fuckk!!” She swallowed and showed you that nothing was left. “You taste so good daddy.” She smiled.

I pick her up, throw her on the bed as she lays back. I look at her like I was hungry. I lick my lips as she smiles and bites her finger seductively before spreading her legs knowing what you wanted.

“Come get a taste daddy!” She bites her lip, desperate to feel you again and desperate to feel your pleasure.

I smile as I get in between her, rest her legs over my shoulders, diving right it. I was instantly in love with the taste of her. I wanted more. I feel her grip my hair as she moans out, gripping the bed sheets.

“Ahh fuck yes daddy! Eat your baby out!” She moans as I felt her pull me in deep.

I work my tongue in ways I know she would love as well as rub onto her clit to double the pleasure. She squirms underneath me, turning into a moaning mess.

“O-Oh daddy! You’re gonna make me cum already!” I pull away

“Don’t cum unless I tell you too got it?” I say seductively with a dominant tone.

She looks into my eyes and nodded. “Y-Yes daddy.” She whispers softly.

I rub circles around her clit as she lets out another groan full of pleasure. I keep teasing her, telling her to hold it in just a little more. She grips my wrist and looks into my eyes.

“P-Please d-daddy!! L-Let me c-cum ahhh!” Her breathing gets heavier.

I smirked. “Cum for me baby.” I bite my lip.

And with that, she releases. Her body jolts and she starts to squirt, making a huge mess on the bed. I lean wanting more of her.

“A-Ahh daddy! That felt… so good!” She smiles while trying to catch her breath. “I want you inside of me.” She looks into my eyes.

“Turn over. Ass up.” I tell her and she listens to my words, turning over and lifting her ass up making sure I had a great view.

“You like what you see daddy?” She looks over her shoulders and shakes her ass a little.

“I love it!” You grab her ass before giving it a light slap causing her to moan.

“I’m waiting daddy.” She teased.

“So impatient. I’ll have to punish you.” I line my cock against her wet slit. I slowly slide right in.

“O-Oh my… Fuckk!” Her eyes roll back the deeper I went in. “S-so big! So deep oh my god!” She moans uncontrollably.

I grip onto her waist as I start to thrust roughly and deeply. The bed was shaking, our moans echoing around the room. Her hands gripping the sheets telling me she wants more which I happily obliged.

“You take me so well! Shit baby!” I groan and bite my lip.

“M-My pussy was made for you daddy! Ahh fuck! It’s yours and yours only!” She looks back at me while bringing my hand close towards her mouth and sucks onto my thumb.

I look into her eyes and lean in, removing my thumb to kiss her deeply and passionately. This girl is gonna be the death of me!

I stop and pull out, then lay her right on her back again. I smile and lean over her as I slide right back in. I grab both her hands and pinned them down.

“Just look right into my eyes baby.” I tell her softly and seductively. “Tell me what you want.”

I pump into her nice and slowly earning a soft moan from her. She looks into my eyes before giving me an answer.

“F-Fill me up daddy.” She whispered. That’s all it took.

I thrusted deeper, I thrusted harder, I do everything I can to make sure I hit all her spots. Our moans mixed and fill the room together. I let go of her hands as she wraps her arms around me while mine wrapped around her hips.

“You’re so fucking tight!” I hit her spot before she gasps.

“F-Fuck that’s the spot daddy! Keep going and don’t stop!”

Her fingers dig into my skin, her head leans back as well as her back which slowly starts to arch due to the pleasure. As she leaned her head back, I took the opportunity to attack her neck with kisses making sure I leave my mark.

“I-I’m gonna cum daddy!” She squealed.

“M-Me too baby!” I felt myself throbbing inside her pussy as well as her walls tightened up.

“FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP DADDY!” She screams.

“FUCKK! TAKE IT ALL BABY!” I groan before I came deep inside her.

“AHHHH!” “FUCKK!” We both moan out.

We struggled to catch our breath, a smile creeping on both our faces. I look at her while she looks at me before I slowly lean my forehead against hers. I hold her hand, kissing her softly and gently with love.

“Can I tell you something?” I whispered.

“Sure.” She smiles up at me.

“I love you Chaewon.” I whispered and I see her blush and get shy making me chuckle.

“You can’t be all cute after what we just did you know?” She glared at you, but she places her hand on your cheek, gently rubbing it. “But I love you too Y/n.”

Hearing that filled my heart with so much joy and gave me the feeling I’ve never felt before. We kissed passionately for the rest of the night until we both fell asleep.

———

(Kim Chaewon’s POV)

~~The Next Day.

I groan as I slowly wake up and move a little to hug Y/n but was met with the pillow. I sit up as I didn’t feel his warmth. Where did he go? I get out of bed.

“Ah fuck! This boy really did a lot on me.” I limped as I grab a robe.

I smile as last night kept replaying in my head. I blushed hard as I bite down on my lip. I shake my head, head out the room to find Y/n.

“Y/n?” I call out softly but no answer.

I check the guest room but no sign of him. Did he leave? Music starts to play. I hear the music playing in the gym room. He must be there.

I open the door. “Y/n?”

“I’m here!” I see him drenched in sweat and shirtless. This has to be the sexiest view ever. “Your house has everything.” He chuckled.

“I see you found…” My mind goes completely off topic. “You’re so hot.” I bit my lip and blush.

He giggled. “Thank you!” He takes a quick drink of water. “I’m just gonna take a quick shower, we gotta head to work in a bit.”

“I’m joining you.” I say.

“W-What?!”

I giggled. “What? We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now aren’t we? And plus… you’ve seen me naked already.” I winked and grab his hand, dragging him into my bathroom.

His soft hands rub up and down my back with the water trailing down our bodies. I turn around, admiring his sexy body. Ugh I can’t believe it! It’s too early to feel so… horny.

I pull him in and kiss his lips aggressively as I rub on his abs.

“What are you doing huh?” He teased and smiles against my lips.

“I want you.” My hands slide down and I grab onto his cock. I start to feel him grow and throb in my hands before slowly stroking him.

He groans as I knew I sent pleasure throughout his body. He leans his head back, I slowly get on my knees then start to suck on his length. I bobbed my head as I swirl my tongue around his tip, making sure he enjoyed every second.

“Ohhh fuck! W-What’s gotten into you?” He looks into my eyes.

I pull away from him. “Mmm, just shut up and take me baby.” I tell him and he looks at me. A look that tells me a thousand words.

He picks me up, pinning me against the shower glass. My hands grip his shoulders as I felt his tip rub against my pussy.

“You sure? We’re gonna be late.” He teased and I roll my eyes playfully.

“I’m your boss. We can be late whenever I say we can.” I glared at him.

“You got it… boss.” He leans in, attacks my neck with his lips as he slips his cock into my pussy. I gasped as I grip into his skin.

“Oh fuck you’re so big! H-How are you so good?” I feel him pumping deeper inside of me.

“Just doing my best to make sure you’re always satisfied.” His lips form a smile against my skin.

“K-Keep going! Keep fucking that pussy!” My head rests against the glass.

“So fucking tight!” He grunts. “Am I doing a good job?”

I look back down at him. “N-No. I need more! G-Go deeper! Make me fucking cum you got it?” I tell him before I scream.

He just smiles as I feel him penetrating deeper and deeper inside of me, hitting my spot. My smile grew, my breathing gets heavier, and my eyes roll back. He keeps thrusting as I felt my pussy tighten around his cock.

“I know you want to cum! Cum for me baby!” He pounds me more.

“Ahhh fuck!” I reach my climax as I cover him with so much cum. “F-fuck you’re not stopping baby!” I scream.

“Because I’m gonna make sure I fill you up so much!” He grunts, gripping my body as he fucks me harder. “F-Fuck your pussy is amazing! I’m gonna cum!”

I dig into his skin as I gripped his shoulders as I felt his warm cream fill my insides as some leaks down my legs. I breathe heavily as I smile with satisfaction. I kiss him passionately.

“Y-Y/n?” I hold his face and look into his eyes.

“Yes?” He looks back with a smile.

“I fucking love you!” My heart was going crazy as I let those words out.

He giggles. “You can’t be cute after the amazing sex we just had.” Those words were similar to what I said to him last night! I love this boy!

“Just shut up and say it back. I wanna hear my man say it again.”

He pecks my lips before whispering. “I fucking love you too.” I cuddle up against him as I rest my head on his chest.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m gonna miss you.” I whispered as my smile fades remembering about him leaving the company.

“Why’s that?” He asks. “You okay?”

“You’re gonna be leaving the company. I won’t be able to see you in the office anymore.” I sighed sadly.

He kisses my head. “About that… I thought about it. I wanna stay.” I looked up at him with shock.

“R-Really?”

“Yeah. I can’t seem to leave you on your own. I know I can count on Yunjin but we make a great team together. I’ll stay.” He smiles softly.

“Yes!” I hug him tightly as I let my tears of joy fall.

“Aww look at you all happy.” He chuckled.

“Of course I’m happy. I get to see you every time now, and you know what else?”

“What?”

“From now on when I call you to my office… that means I need this cock pounding my fucking tight pussy.”

~~~

The End!

I’m back! I’ve said it like a thousand times but I hope this time I can be consistent and put out some more stuff for you all! I got a lot in the drafts and a lot of ideas but feel free to give me some ideas as well what idol you want!

Hope I don’t disappoint you guys this time!

[wendysimp]

8 months since last updates, how are you? I really like the Wendy fic series ❤

👀

It’s been that long? Let me lock in.

New chapters, smuts and other works coming soon!!

(Sorry for the long wait. Enough excuses. Haven’t had any motivation to write but now? There’s a little of inspirations and ideas I wanna put out there. Please be patient with me. Thank you.)

[thelibrarian69]

Amnesia: (1) Thanksgiving

Male Reader x Irene

Tags: Smut, Taboo, Mommy Irene, MILF Irene, Mother-Son, Thanksgiving, Cooking while fucking, Memory loss, Creampie, Minor thigh sex, Rimming, Lowkey food sex.

Masterlist / Mobile Masterlist

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A/N: I’m most likely fucking crazy for trying this. But let’s see where this goes.

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Your nose catches a whiff of the great food being cooked. You lazily open your eyes, as you turn to the side and grab your phone.

7:58am.

You sigh out in annoyance, knowing you woke up way too early. Hell, your alarm clock didn’t even go off yet.

You turn off your alarm and get up. You rub the temple of your head, as the usual headache kicks in. The soothing message on the temples of your head, relieves you of the pain for now. You turn to your desk, see the bottle of pills you're supposed to take after breakfast. You pull the blanket off you and make your way to the restroom to wash up.

As you finish washing up, you look at yourself in the mirror. Everything around the mirror starts to get hazy, as only you yourself is visible. You close your eyes and regain focus. You open your eyes to see yourself in the mirror again. You sigh out in your usual morning routine and pat your face dry with the nearby towel.

Exiting the restroom, the smell of good food captures you again. It replaces the annoyance and resentment you felt inside. It makes you look forward to seeing who was making the food. If you had to guess, you knew exactly who it was.

You make your way downstairs. As you enter the kitchen, you see the one and only person capable of cooking foods this great. 

You watch on as she softly hums out to the tune of the classical music playing. You see her move her petite body around smoothly, as she cooks. Her head rocks from side to side cutely, as does her lower half when you slowly creep up on her. 

You see the purple cotton skirt she wears swaying from side to side. It barely covers her lower half, as her thighs are exposed to you. You know if she bent down enough, you’d see everything. Your eyes wander to the gray knee-high socks and see how they fit perfectly on her legs. They compliment her well, as you see her tiny feet all sniggled within the warm sock.

You see the cotton purple sweater, she wears that complement her skirt as well. Although a bit loose, you know she chose it for comfortability and the softness of the fabric. Besides, it matched her outfit. You get one last good look of her from behind before wrapping your arms around her waist.

“Good morning mom.” Your mom lets out a surprise chuckle before placing a hand on your forearms.

“How’s my baby doing this morning?” You feel her small hands reach back to your face, as you bathe in her touch.

“Pretty good, just the usual.” You slowly bury yourself into your mom’s neck as you take in the watermelon scented shampoo she used.

“Did you need me to fix you something, so you can take your pills?” You feel your mom’s hand soothingly touch the back of your neck.

“No, I'll be fine for now.” You move your mom’s hair to one side and kiss at her exposed milky white skin.

“You sure? Remember Doctor -” You cut your mom off.

“I know what the doctor said.” You kiss your mom’s neck again as your morning wood hardens more against your mom’s ass.

You rub your clothed length up against her ass, as she continues to cook. As you get a few rubs in, you feel your mom rub her ass back against your length.

“Did you need help mom?” You move from your mom’s neck to her beautiful cute ear.

You nipple on it as you let out a breath of hot air into it. It makes your mom shudder as she hisses out.

“No I… I should be fine.” Your arms unwrap from your mom’s waist and cup both her perky breasts. 

“You sure?” Your mom nods her head, as you nibble on her earlobe.

You move on from your mom’s ear, as you lick her pristine skin. You plant a wet kiss on her neck again, as one of your hands moves down. You hike her soft cotton skirt up, and grab at her clothed pussy. Your mom lets out a soft gasp, as you rub against her clothed slit.

You feel the heat radiating from her pussy, as her juice starts to soak her panties. You dig your morning wood between her ass more, as you continue your rubbing.

“Think you can…” Your mom lets out a moan she can’t contain anymore.

“Think you can grab me that heating mat?” Your mom weakly points to a small red heating mat on the nearby counter.

You see the black inscription sewn into it.

To the best mom and sister in the world.

“I can grab it.”

With one hand still wrapped around your mom, you reach over grabbing it. You feel the soft fabric of the heating mat and the threads used to sew in the inscription. You admire Auntie Seulgi’s work quickly before your mom takes your attention away from the heating mat.

Turning towards the kitchen counter, you place the heating mat down as your mom places the hot pan on top of it. You examine the dishes before you. You see the noodles and other veggies, along with a dark sauce.

You tighten your hold around your mom again. You pick up right where you left off before having to fetch the heating mat for your mom. Your fingers make contact with your mom’s clothed slit again. Letting a soft moan out, your mom gets back to work on whatever dish she was making.

“No turkey?” Your mom lets out a small chuckle.

“It’s in the oven. I know you love your turkey and stuffing.”

Stuffing…

Your hand reaches into your mom’s panties. Your fingers pass by the small bush your mom has and on to the little nub that is her clit. You start rubbing it, as your mom’s ass pushes back against your morning wood.

“Think I can have a taste?” Your mom lets out a hum, knowing what you meant by taste.

“Go ahead sweetie, just don’t spoil lunch later.” You nod against her neck, as you place one last kiss there.

You back away as your mom positions herself for you. She sticks out her ass for you as you get on your knees. You hike her skirt up, revealing the white panties she wore beneath. Your hand grabs at her ass, as you see the mesh design, her panties had. Although not visible from far away, up close you can see your mom’s bare ass teasing you behind the mesh.

You grab at the hem of her panties and slide them down her legs. Your mom steps one leg out of them, before you grab at her bare ass. You spread her cheeks apart, as you see her tight asshole and her slick pussy beneath it. 

You get up close against her asshole as you take in the wonderful scent. Darting your tongue out, you drip it into her asshole. Your mom moans out before she moves her hips forward. You feel the loss of her tight hole, as she disconnects from you.

“Sweetie, remember don’t spoil your lunch.” You grab at our mom’s ass again, as her cheeks become like playdough for you.

“I know it’s just… you know how much I love this hole. Besides…” You dart your tongue out against her puckered hole again. 

Your mom lets out a soft moan, as your tongue flutters against her asshole. You get one good lick in before spitting on it.

“You always clean it so well for me anyways.” You hear your mom chuckle to your words, as she shakes her petite ass for you.

“Again… don’t spoil your appetite for later.” You lick at her asshole one more time, as you get one full circle of a lick in.

You relent to your mother’s words and do as she pleases. You move on from her tight asshole, and down to the other hole. The hole that was just as good as the first one you tasted.

As your lips latch on to her folds, your mom lets out a soft cry of pleasure. Your tongue darts up into your mom’s hot core, sending her on her toes for mer moments before she returns back onto the ground.

You bury yourself into your mom’s slick cunt, as you feast on the juices spilling out of her. You feel them run down your chin, as your mom softly cries out in pleasure.

You wiggle your tongue in and out of your mom’s hot core before switching it to her needy clit. You give her clit a few licks before latching on to it next, sucking on it. You feel one of our mom’s legs start to shake before she regains control of it. With a hand on your head, you are softly pushed away from between your mother’ legs.

Your thumbs dig into the hem of your shorts, as you drop your shorts onto the ground. On your two feet, you stroke your cock a few times before slipping them between your mom’s cheeks. You rub your cock between her cheeks, as your mom mixes something with her hands in front of you. Just as you start to enjoy yourself, your mom asks you for your opinion.

“Have a taste?” Your mom reaches back with a handful of the noodles she just made. 

You take it in your mouth, eating it. You taste the sweet and savory combination within the food. The taste heightens your senses, as it brings unknown pleasures to you. Instantly you finally realize what she made.

“Good?” Your cock slips from between your mom’s cheeks to between her thighs.

You feel her hot slick coat your cock, as you thrust in and out of her thighs.

“Amazing japchae, like usual.” Your mom hums out to your answer.

You hold on to her hips, as you start to thrust faster between her thighs.

“Mom… can I go in?” Your mom nods her head frantically.

“You can go in… Cum inside as well.” The last part of her words, get you going.

You pull out between her thighs. You wait for your mom to spread her legs for you, as you ready yourself to enter inside your mom.

With her legs spread, you brush the head of your cock against your mom’s pussy. Arching her head for the briefest of moments, she goes back to the task at hand in front of her. With a few brushes of your cock against her entrance, you finally push your cock into her.

With a pause, your mom groans out in pleasure, as your cock spears into her. Despite her petite stature, your mom was an amazing woman in your eyes. She was always able to take you on the first attempt and remain tight as ever. Her insides, always constricting around your cock, as you stretch out her insides.

You relish in the tight feeling, as your mom’s cunt pulsates around your cock. You give her ass a good slap, as she moans out to the hit. Your hands snake their way under her sweater. You lift it up, feeling the padded bra she wore beneath.

You cup your mom’s tits, moving them in a circular motion. You feel your mom melt in your arms, as you start to thrust into her.

“Your so hot mom…” You bury yourself into your mom’s neck as you nibble her pristine skin.

Your mom lets out another moan. The sound of you fucking your mom from behind starts to fill the kitchen. You pick up the speed of your thrusting, as you lift up the bra, cupping your mom’s breasts.

Your hands make contact with her bare breasts. You feel how taut her nipples are, as they poke against the palm of your hands. You get a good couple squeezes of her breasts, before your fingers find her taut nipples. You grab at them and pinch them, pulling them. Your mom squirms, as you do so.

“Oh baby…” Your mom lets out a cry, as she brace herself on the kitchen counter.

You feel her insides tighten, as you thrust in and out of her. You tug again at her nipple, feeling her pussy clinch again on your cock.

“You love that mommy?” Your mom nods her head frantically.

“I love it baby… I love it so much…” Your mom arches her head to the side.

You see her eyes closed due to the sheer pleasure she is feeling. You see her mouth gape open, as endless moans flow from her mouth.

“I love that fat cock of yours… turning my insides into a mess.” Your mom lets out a cry of pleasure filling the kitchen. 

You feel yourself get pushed out of her. As your glistening-creamed cock sat on top of your mom’s ass, you hear the small droplets of cum drip out of your mom.

It wasn’t like your previous encounters with your mom. It wasn’t like that one night, where she soaked your entire chest with her juices.

“Your amazing mom…” You laid on your mom’s back as you admired her.

Your mom lets out a sigh of exhaustion, as you rub your cock on her ass.

“Not as amazing as that cock of yours.” You feel your mom turn around, breaking the hold you have on her. 

You finally see her face to face. You see how pretty she is for today. You adore the bangs she only sports for special occasions. Your mom grabs at your shirt collar, bringing you in for a kiss.

Both your lips meet briefly before your mouth is invaded by her tongue. You stick your tongue out meeting her. They both slither against each other before your mom captures your tongue. She sucks on it before breaking the kiss. You get one last kiss before your mom looks at you lovingly.

Dropping to her knees. She takes your cock into her mouth. You watch as she tastes her own juices off your cock. Your mom bobs her head back and forth as she focuses on your cock. 

Popping your cock out of your mouth, she swirls her tongue around the head of your cock. You see the lustful stare she gives you.

“Lay down for me baby. Let mommy ride you, until you let everything out inside of me.” You do as your mom says, as you get on the cold wooden floor.

You wince at the cool feeling on your back, as your shirt does very little against it. Your mom crawls on top of you. You feel her moist folds against the underside of your cock. Your mom shudders, as she grinds against your cock.

Your mom pulls her sweater up more, along with her white lace bra. She cups her breasts, tugging her taut nipples for you to see. Your hand roams to her midriff, feeling her soft skin beneath your hands. Your mom smiles to your touch, before lifting herself off you.

Grabbing at your cock, she aims it at her entrance again. She gives your cock a few brushes at her entrance before lowering herself down. Like before she takes you on the first attempt, as she groans out in pleasure.

Your mom places two hands on your chest, as she positions herself in a squatting position. She lets out a couple stuttered breathing, as she balances herself on you. With a hand on the counter, your mom starts bouncing on your cock. 

You groan out in pleasure, as you close your eyes. You let the pleasurable sensation run throughout your body. You feel your cock stretch out your mom’s inside, as it constricts around your cock.

You feel the slickness of her cunt, as her ridged insides jerk your cock. You feel the heat of your mom’s core coax you to cum deep inside her.

“Mom, I’m going to cum…” You feel your chest and core tighten.

You feel the tingling sensation at the tip of your cock. Your mom ups her pace as her face is filled with ecstasy.

“Cum for mommy. Fill mommy up.” Your mom lets go of the kitchen counter and places both her hands on the side of you. 

You feel her pace pick up even more. Your mom moans out in ecstasy, as you feel yourself unable to hold back any longer. With one firm drop of her hips on to you, you finally burst.

Spurt upon spurt of your cum shoots out into your mom as she coos out. You pull your mom into embracement. You hold on to her tightly, as she buries herself within the confines of your neck.

“I love you mom…” You feel the last of your cum empty out into the insides of your mom.

“I love you too sweetie.” You mom gets off you, as she looks at you with her glossed-over exhausted eyes.

The two of you share a short and sweet kiss. Your mom brushes your hair back before placing a quick peck on your lips.

“Get washed up and ready for Thanksgiving okay? Your aunty and sisters are coming back.” You grab at your mom’s ass. 

You want your mom to join you in the shower. Despite her being dolled up already, you know you ruined her at least just a bit.

“Join me mom.” Your mom just chuckles at your requisition.

She shakes her head at you, along with a smile.

“Be a good boy and wash up okay?” Your mom slowly gets off you.

Your semi-erected shaft slips out of her. As your cock slips out of her, your mom hovers a hand under her cunt. She catches the droplets of cum that spill out of her. She hastily grabs her underwear, slipping it on before more drip out of her.

She fixes her panties with one hand as the other hand has a pool of your semen in it. You get up, grabbing your shorts. You watch as your mom slurps up the semen in her hand before cleaning the rest off her hand with her tongue. 

Grabbing some paper towel, she wipes her hand clean of whatever semen that was left. She hands you a couple, as you clean yourself up. 

“Get washed up okay?” Your mom kisses you on the cheek and gives you a playful slap on the ass.

You just smile at her action, as you head towards the upstairs restroom.

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Thanksgiving came and went. You enjoyed the company you had with your mother, aunt and sisters. From eating, to watching a football game with you and enjoying it. Today was a great day for you.

Despite all of the good memories made. As like any other day, all of it comes to an end.

You hear a knock on your door. You put your phone down, as you look to see who it is. Your door slightly opens a jar, as the person slips into your room. From your little crystal rock lamp, you see your younger sister Yeri.

She softly steps her way towards you. You lift up the blanket for her to join you. She gets in and snuggles her backside up against you. You spoon her, as you make sure your hardening cock is on her ass. You wrap your arms around her abdomen. As you do, you feel her tits void of a bra. You grab her tits squeezing it, as Yeri hums out to your touch.

“Bad dream?” Yeri nods her head.

“Oppa’s here for you. You place a kiss on the back of her neck, as you pull her in tighter.”

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving folks! 

Wanted this fic to be out this morning, but I fell asleep last night while writing it. Lions and Packers game this morning / afternoon didn’t help as well lol.

I hope you enjoyed it and don’t mind the rough editing job. Let’s just say… If i’m fucking crazy and insane enough, you might get part 2 tomorrow.

Eat lots of food and have a great day!

-Closes Library Office-

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Secrets Out Pt.1 (Wendy x Seulgi)

Wendy (Step Sister) is back X Seulgi X Male Reader

Tags: Shower Sex, Risky Sex Blowjob, Double Blowjob, Spitting, Deepthroat, Daddy Kink, Threesome, Riding, Face Sitting and much more!

This is a NEW series which is continuing off from The Big Reveal. Hope you guys enjoy.

(Y/n’s POV)

Ugh school… WHY?! I just want to be glued to my bed all day.

“Honey? Wake up, time for school.” Really mom?

Just kill me honestly. After finally getting up from my comfortable bed I should be sleeping in, I grabbed myself a change of clothes before heading out to have a shower. There’s only one problem… My Sister is in the shower already.

Last weekend. One of the craziest things ever happened. What is it you ask? Well to keep it short and sweet, I not only fucked my big sister Wendy, but I also got to fuck her hot friends too.

I could remember every single second of it. Even after that Wendy and I would mess around. Speaking of Wendy… I look around to make sure the coast is clear. Good! I’m gonna get in and surprise her.

(Wendy’s POV)

Nothing more like starting off the morning with a nice warm shower. I love the feeling of the water dripping down my body… and feeling Y/n’s cock inside me- okay wait what?! Fuck!

That dumbass really got me needing him more. Oh who am I kidding, I’ve always been needing him. I even sucked his dick under the table while having dinner with our mom there as well. Luckily she didn’t catch us.

I’m getting wet. I-I… need him. I slide my hands down to my pussy, rubbing it just like how he does it to me.

“Mmm Y/n I need you’re touch.” I moan softly to myself.

“I see you can’t stop thinking about me sis.” My eyes widened.

I turn around, see Y/n and before I could scream he covers my mouth and pins me against the shower glass. I look up into his eyes.

“Shhh mom will hear you.” He whispers. Even the way he talks is making me more wet.

He finally removed his hands and I cover my body.

“What are you doing here dumbass?!” I asked him and he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, you’re really coving up even though I’ve seen you naked before when we fuck?” This tease.

I slap his arms and continued to wash up as I tried to ignore him. I felt him hold me from behind, feeling his hands roam around my body. Fuck Y/n you’re killing me. I bite my lip hard trying not to give him a reaction he wanted out of me.

“Come on, don’t you need my touch sis?” H-his hands! His rubbing my pussy.

“S-shut up and let’s hurry and finish up before mom suspects something.” I tell him but he doesn’t listen. No surprise there since he barely listens to me.

“Shhh she won’t.” I felt his lips on my neck. It turned me on so much I even let out a little moan. He smirks against my skin.

“You like that don’t you?”

“S-shut up you perv.” I tell him as he keeps going.

I felt his cock press against my ass. This fucker! You know what? Two can play that game!

(3rd Person View)

Wendy turns and Kisses Y/n deeply while stroking his cock slowly making him harder and turned on. They pull away as they look into each others eyes

“Hurry up and fuck me!” Wendy whispers.

And with that, no hesitation from Y/n as he turns her around again, bends her over as she was against the shower glass once again. He lines himself up along her pussy and slides into her.

Y/n let’s put a grunt while Wendy let’s put a moan as she feels him deep inside her. Y/n grabs her hips and start to thrust deep and hard as their bodies slap against each others.

“You fucking like that Wendy? You like when bro fucks you so good?” He slams into her harder causing her to roll her eyes back.

“Y-yesifuckingloveit!” She moans uncontrollably.

Y/n gives Wendy a light spank on her ass, leaving a mark which she didn’t mind at all as she was filled with lust.

“F-fuck you’re so deep inside of me!” She moans and looks over her shoulder at her brother.

(Y/n’s POV)

A knock can be heard and we both look at each other.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered to me which I nodded and keep fucking her tight pussy.

“Wendy, are you okay in there?” Mom asks her.

“Y-yeah mom I’m fine just- f-fuck!” She moans leaving mom confused. I chuckled.

“Calm down mom will catch us.” I whispered and tease her more while fucking her faster and deeper. She turns and slaps my hand.

“S-shut up dumbass!” She whispered to me.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Y-yes mom I’m okay. I-I feel s-so… s-so fucking good right now.”

“W-well okay. I’m off to work now, make sure your brother gets ready. I love you.” She says before leaving.

“Love you too!” She yells back.

Mom leaves and she pulls my cock out of her before turning to me and said…

“Take me to your bed and fuck me!”

(A little time skip)

We finish up and Wendy raises from between my legs, wiping her mouth.

“Thanks for giving me my breakfast baby boy.” She winks after swallowing my load I shot into her mouth.

She leaves my room, telling me to hurry up and get ready. What a great way to start the morning.

I put in my clothes get my bag and keys then wait for Wendy. She comes down a few minutes later and see her with a nice, beautiful dress which looked so sexy on her. The things I’d do to her right now with that dress on.

“You look beautiful Wendy.” I tell her causing her to blush and look away. I chuckled.

“T-Thanks dumbass. We also gotta pick up Seulgi on the way to school. She needs a ride.” She tells me which I didn’t mind at all.

We head over to Seulgi’s and she comes out with a nice blue dress that looked absolutely fucking great on her. Look at her curves!

She enters the car with a big smile and puts on her seat belt.

“Hi Y/n! Hey Wendy!” She greeted us warmly.

“Hey baby, you look really great today. Love that dress you got on.” I flirt. Wendy doesn’t seem to like it when I flirt with her friends.

Seulgi blushes and bites her lip.

“Okay not now! Let’s get to school before we arrive there late.” In a rush are we sis?

“Yes ma’am I’m on it.” I start to drive.

“You’re annoying you know that?” She rolled her eyes.

“So how was the sex on his bed this morning?” Seulgi asks with a teasing smirk which caused her to get a slap on the arm by Wendy.

“Y-you weren’t supposed to mention what I told you in front of him!” She scolds her.

“Oww okay okay!” Seulgi rubs her arm.

“Wendy relax. You okay Seulgi?” I asked her and she nodded.

“W-Wendy? Could I maybe have your brother again?” She asks.

“Eww what?! No!”

“Oh come on, you’ve got to have so many turns with him and plus, I’ve been missing the feeling of him inside me.” She looks over at me and I wink at her.

“I missed that feeling too.” I tell her.

“Okay first of all, I’m right here, and secondly, I’m not just gonna sit aside and watch you guys fuck! We got school to go too!” Wendy isn’t a fan of being late to school.

“Who said anything about watching when you can join us?”

“Yeah she’s right sis come on.” Why does Wendy have to be a party pooper?

“No! That’s final.” She looks out the window as silence fill the car.

(Meanwhile)

Slurping, choking, moaning and spitting. If you haven’t guessed it yet, Wendy changed her mind last second and here we are, in the backseat all together, naked as they share my cock.

“Mmm that’s it keep sucking just like that. You’re so good at this Seulgi.” I smile and praise her as she winked and bobbed her head all the way down my length.

My cock hits the back of her throat which felt like I was in a dream world. She chokes and pulls away to catch her breath then spits on my shaft. Meanwhile, Wendy was doing fucking amazing with my balls in her mouth. I could feel her tongue just run circles around each of them and felt the vibrations on my balls from her moans.

They both switch as Wendy takes me into her mouth and Seulgi taking my balls.

“Mmm you like that huh perv? You like the way your big sis sucks your big fat cock?” Wendy smirked as she continued to blow me.

“Shut up and just keep sucking.” I lean my head back in pleasure.

They keep going until they eventually pull away.

“Lay down daddy. I wanna show you how a good girl rides.” Seulgi really turns me on with the way she talks.

I listen and lay down as she straddles my lap and Wendy straddles my face with her pussy. Fuck what a time to be alive. Without wasting time. Seulgi slumps down on my cock, riding like there’s no tomorrow while Wendy sits her ass on my face. Moans fill out the car but Seulgi let’s out a scream.

“Ahhh fuck Y/n your cock is deep inside of me! I-it’s so big!” She yells in complete pleasure.

“S-Seulgi be q-quiet… p-people might hear- f-fuck right there! Fuck me with your tongue baby boy!” She let’s out a yell as well as she couldn’t help herself.

I grip Seulgi’s hips and squeeze onto Wendy’s ass. The car was shaking like crazy with the way they were both riding me. They both switch places as Wendy rides me as I get a taste Of Seulgi’s soaked pussy.

“F-fuck bro! Your dick is so good.”

“K-Kiss me Wendy.” They both pull each other into a heated make out, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Having Wendy and Seulgi is one of the best things in the world, but how could I forget Joy? Yeri? And Irene? Having all five is so much better but hey, I’m not complaining.

After a while of riding both my face and cock, I felt Seulgi release onto my face and Wendy onto my cock.

“Ahhh f-fuck yesss y/n!” The both moan before getting off of me.

They both look at me with a stare full of lust and smile.

“Daddy still needs to cum. How about we help your brother unload?” She looks at Wendy with a smirk.

“You read my mind. Don’t be afraid to let it all out baby boy.” She winks and they both get in between my legs just like before and lick up from the base to my tip slowly.

The both kiss my tip and stop as Wendy takes her phone out.

“Let’s make a video for our girls. You wouldn’t mind taking the video do you baby boy?” Wendy looks up at me.

“Not at all.” I say and smile as I take the phone and hit record.

They kiss my tip again.

“Hey girls. You’re missing out. Too bad you guys can’t be here.” They both tease the other girls and down my cock into their mouths.

They both take turns slurping my cock and occasionally spit on it before making out with my cock in the middle. I was going completely crazy. Watching them pass my cock around to each other like it was delicious food.

“Give us your cum baby boy.” Wendy strokes me.

“Give it all to us daddy. Give us your big yummy load. Shoot it down our throats.”

Their dirty talk is fucking amazing I can feel myself getting closer… and closer… and-.

“I-I’m gonna cum. Open up!” I tell them and they listen and do what I said.

They open their mouths and smile as they both wait patiently for my load. They both stroke me which took me into another dimension.

I watch as my load shoots out and down their throats but some hitting their beautiful faces. They smile and giggle as they start to play with my cum and share it. These girls are crazy. They make out before swallowing my cum and show the camera that there was none left but a mess still on their faces.

“See you guys soon.” They both blow a kiss and wink before I end the video. Wendy takes her phone and sends it to Joy, Irene and Yeri.

Seulgi cleans her face and lick the remaining cum off her fingers. Wendy does the same and looks up at me.

“You made a mess dumbass. Lucky you, I don’t mind cleaning it off.” She smirked.

They both get up and sit on each of my legs and lean in for a three way kiss. We made out for what felt like ages before we pull away to catch our breaths.

“Let’s get to class now.” Seulgi says and we nodded as we all get our clothes back on and head into the school.

We head to our classes which of course, we all received a detention. Was it worth it? Fuck yeah it was. I’m also glad we didn’t get caught. Word does go around pretty quick.

(Unknown POV)

What the fuck?! I just witnessed Y/n fucking Seulgi… and his step sister in his car?! I heard screams in the parking lot and decided to check it out, that’s when I saw the scene happen in front of my eyes.

I recorded most of it. I can’t wait to show the girls… though, looking through the video, Y/n’s dick is making me… wet. Fuck I wonder how he feels inside- okay enough! I got to get out of here and change my panties.

To be continued!

I’m so so sorry I took so long to put something out. Personal reasons that prevented me to do so. But I’m back and hope I can be consistent like how I was before. I hope you guys enjoyed and sorry if it was a little shorter than expected but I wanted to get rid of the cobwebs when it comes to writing. Again I hope you enjoyed and… this is only the beginning.😉

(If there’s any errors please let me know and I’ll fix it. Thank you!)

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Soon,.. soon? 😗

Yesss soon!!

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Soon.

This time for real. I’m so sorry for the long ass wait! Keep on the lookout!

[wendysimp]

Who’s better?

Lisa X LeeJung X Male Reader

Tags: Tease, threesome, blowjob, double blowjob, rough sex, face sitting, swallowing, deepthroat, daddy kink, Jealously, titfuck, doggystyle, pussy eating

(Third person POV)

Today was the day! Coachella weekend! Lisa was backstage along with the girls and her choreographer Y/n, which was someone that she had been dating for two and a half years.

They first met when Lisa was making the choreography for one of her solo dance performance that she would later post on her YouTube. It was getting a little difficult to think of the choreography but she was still trying her best to finish off the moves. As she kept going, Y/n was stopped when he noticed one of the practice rooms was open. That, was where he saw Lisa for the first time… in person. He stood there, watching her every move. He couldn’t help it but walked in and offered to help.

(A little flashback)

“Um, hello?” A voice was heard behind Lisa which made her jump.

“Ahhhh!” She shouts out and turns around fast with her fist up. To Y/n, it wasn’t intimidating… but cute.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n giggled as he puts his hands up.

“N-no you’re okay.” She replied softly putting her fists down. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Well, I just noticed you were stuck with the choreography of your dance you were practicing. I thought I’d come over and help you out. Sorry if I was interrupting.” He felt bad for barging in uninvited.

“No no no, you’re fine. So you dance?” She walked over to grab a bottle of water.

“Yeah, all my life.” Lisa also noticed his little accent when he speaks which she thought sounded cute.

“I love the accent. Australian right?” She asked, making Y/n chuckle and nod. “Can you please say water?” She jokingly asked and laughed.

Y/n rolled his eyes playfully. “Warduh.” He laughed. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes!” She laughed as well. “Are you a staff here? I’ve never seen you around here before.” She asked curiously.

“I’m actually a choreographer. I started not too long ago and I’ve helped out some idols and groups with their comeback dances. I’m also a really big fan of you and the rest of the BlackPink girls, and I’m like trying not to freak out right now.” They both laugh. He then introduced himself and both talked more for a little bit.

“So, mind if I help out?”

“Yeah, of course! Thank you so much!” She smiles her beautiful smile which made Y/n blush a little.

“No problem, let’s get started. I think we should continue from where you left off. I think after this move, you should…”

(2 and a half hours later)

They were finally done. Done with the choreography thanks to Y/n for the help. They both worked really well together and the both of them noticed that.

Y/n grabs a bottle of water for them both and sit together, side by side on the floor.

“Thank you Y/n, I really appreciate your help. You really are a great dancer.” She compliments him. She couldn’t see it due to Y/n turning his face a little as he blushes.

He controls himself and looks back at her. “Thank you Lisa. We really make a great team when it comes to making up the choreography. You’re like the best dancer I’ve ever seen.” His eyes landed onto hers.

Lisa was the one to blush this time. She smiles at his words. “Y/n, would you wanna be my choreographer? I think it would be fun and I’d get to see you a lot more. Maybe even hang out?”

He smiles big. “I would love nothing more than that.” He says without hesitation.

They both look at each other in the eye, it felt like they were in puppet strings as they both leaned in and kiss each other. A nice and soft kiss.

After they pull away, Y/n opens his eyes slowly and slowly and looks at Lisa looking at him. He becomes nervous and gasps as he rushes up quickly.

“I-I am so sorry Lisa, I-I didn’t mean to do that.” In his head, he thought Lisa was uncomfortable with the kiss. “I-I’ll… m-maybe I’ll… okay see you around.” He runs out the room.

Lisa Laughs as she thought it was cute that he was acting this way after a kiss. A kiss that made her feel some type off way about him. She then gets up and packs up her things and finish up for the day.

Days become weeks. Y/n runs every time he sees Lisa in the YG building. But one day she catches him. Tells him to stop avoiding her anymore, that she wants to see him and hang out with him or else she would punch him in the face.

After telling him that, he nodded and apologised to her again. She tells him not to worry and smiles.

“Now come on, let me introduce you to my girls.” She says excitedly and drags him throughout the building.

This was the start of a friendship, that’ll later turn into something more.

(Flashback end)

“Baby?” Lisa calls out to her boyfriend.

“Yes?” He looked up from his phone. Lisa turns around, facing him with a smile.

“How do I look?”

Y/n looks up and down, head to toe as he bites his lips. “You look… sexy.” His comment made her blush and she goes over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Thank you baby. You’re looking really sexy too.” She tells him.

“Ughh really?” The girls say as they witness the scene before them.

“Really? Here?” Rosie’s face says it all, meanwhile Jennie pretends to gag in disgust.

“You two kids should say things like that when the both of you are alone while we’re not here.” Jisoo sighed. She really is the mother in the group.

Lisa rolls her eyes Y/n just laughs before kissing her. A few minutes later, their changing room door opens and they all look over to see who it is.

Yep! None other than Leejung.

“Hey girls!” She greats all the members while giving them a hug. But once she got to Y/n, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek before looking up at him with a big smile. “Hi Y/n.”

Y/n and Leejung had been friends for a while. Even before he met Lisa. They’ve been dancing together around the world and had become very close friends.

Anyway, Lisa watches the way Leejung hugged Y/n. She felt something on the inside… jealousy? She watches them talk and laugh and rolls her eyes as she sits back down on her chair, facing away from them but still has a view of them through the mirror.

“Lisa? We’ll be outside before our performance. Have fun with Y/n… but not too much fun.” Jennie teases her which made Lisa blush hard.

“Shut up unnie! I’ll see you guys in a bit.” She tells them before they head outside the room. She continues to fix her makeup until she hears Y/n and Leejung’s conversation.

“So Y/n, let me show you a dance I’ve been practicing.” She hears Leejung.

“Sure let’s see it.” He goes over to her.

“I’m gonna need a partner for this though.”

“Well I’m here. Show me what you’ve got.” He says and waits for her to show her moves.

Lisa looks up after hearing that. She looks closely as she watches their move. Leejung turns around and backs up towards Y/n.

“Okay so you hold my hips like this—.” She guides his hands down to her hips.

“Okay just like that, what else?”

Lisa sees that and balls her fists and clenches her jaw. It was definitely jealously and anger rushing through her body but she stays silent.

“And then we both move like this—.” Leejung moves her hips around, basically right against Y/n’s body.

The view didn’t sit well with Lisa. She hits the table in front of her, breaking them apart. Y/n looks back at Lisa as she gets up and walks towards then without saying a word.

“Is everything okay baby?” He asked Lisa.

“Really?! Don’t you see what she’s doing?” Lisa looks up at him. The look she had on her face right now was something that Y/n was familiar with… she was obviously angry and upset about what she just saw. Of course Y/n doesn’t know until a few minutes later.

“Okay baby calm down, she was just showing me what she’s been practicing.” He tries to calm her down but pushes him off when he tries to hold her.

“No! Are you blind Y/n?! She’s clearly grinding her ass onto you.” She then glares over at her then faces Y/n once again.

“She was just showing me a move, nothing else.” Nothing was able to calm her down at this point.

“God Y/n, you’re so blind! Did you like the way her ass was rubbing against you?”

“W-What!? No! It isn’t like that—.”

“How about you keep your hands to yourself or your own man.” Lisa cuts him off, looking over at Leejung, glaring at her.

“First of all, I was just showing him a dance I’ve been practicing, and second, he probably did like my ass rubbing against him.” Leejung steps closer to her while Y/n makes sure to separate them.

“Leejung enough! Baby calm down—.”

“Oh I’m not gonna calm down! She thinks she can just try to steal my man in front of me.” This was a different side of Lisa that Y/n has never seen before.

“Oh please, he was mine way before he met you.” She smirked at her. Lisa looks over at Y/n and crosses her arms.

“Leejung, we were never together—.”

Again he was cut off. “And also, I remembered how big and deep Y/n was when he used to fuck me from behind.” She tries to get to Lisa which her plan was working.

“Oh so you fucked her before?!”

“W-what? No b-baby—.”

“Y/n cut the bullshit, we use to fuck a lot before.” Leejung exposes him.

Lisa raised her eyebrows at him making Y/n swallow a big chunk of his saliva and becomes nervous. “O-Okay, but it was only once.” Lisa was not buying it. “Okay maybe more but, it was before I met you, a-and we were only just friends. Nothing more—.”

“Who was better?” That question had instantly caught Y/n off guard.

“W-what?”

“You heard her. Who fucked you better? Was it me? Or that bitch over there?” Leejung moves closer to him, softly places her finger onto his bicep.

“Fuck you!” Lisa moves her hand away of her man as they continued to trade words back and forth. Y/n didn’t know what to do but keep them apart.

“Fine let’s both show him and ask him who was better. How’s that?” Leejung smirked.

“As if I’d let you touch my man!” She emphasised on the ‘My’ part.

“You scared he’d pick me?” She challenged.

She laughed sarcastically. “Oh yeah right. I bet he would huh? Don’t be surprised when he picks his girl.”

Y/n couldn’t believe what was going on. “W-What do they mean by that?” He asked himself in his head.

“Oh so do you agree we show him and find out?”

“I agree bitch! You’re on!”

(Y/n,s POV)

They both look at me. Of course I just stood there not knowing what to do or how to react. They just keep staring as they move in closer and—.

“Baby, clothes off now.” She said demandingly.

“W-what was that?” Am I dreaming?

“She said clothes off.” Leejung leans forehead while also licking her lips.

I’m kinda hoping this is real life. Anyway, so I do what I was told, slowly taking my clothes off one by one. As I was about to take off my boxers, they stopped me from doing so.

“Sit back and let me take off the last piece.” Lisa moves closer to me and traces her finger on my abs.

I sit back on the couch that was behind me. Looking at them both, I can’t lie, they both looked really….. sexy. I felt my cock slowly getting hard through my boxers and their eyes instantly laid onto my lower half of my body.

“Fuck Y/n, did you really miss me that much?” Leejung teases as she rubs my thigh up and down in a slow and seductive motion. I was getting chills. Chills running down my spine.

Lisa rolls her eyes and pushes her out of the way, trying to show her that I was hers and only hers.

“Nope he doesn’t. He’s got all he needs right here.” She grabs my crotch and squeezes it causing me to let out a soft moan and my cock throb in her hand. “Mmm baby, so hard and big because of me.” She looks back at Leejung then winks.

I could tell she didn’t want Lisa to have all my attention and moved her to the side a little. They both hold each side of my waistband on my boxers and slide them off. My cock sprung out and they lick their lips as if they were looking at the most delicious meal they’ve ever seen.

They both glare at each. “G-Girls? I don’t think this is a good idea—.” Once again I couldn’t even finish my sentence as felt both of their warm mouths wrapped around my tip.

I gripped the pillows that laid on the couch while feeling the sensation and pleasure I was getting on my cock below. I could feel their moans vibrating around my dick as they take turns sucking.

“Hmm, you’re not bad, but I do remember how much Y/n loves this.” I look down and see Leejung take her shirt and bra off making her beautiful and nicely shaped big tits drop out. My eyes shot instantly towards them. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve seen them.

Leejung licks her lips. “God I missed having your cock in between my tits. I bet you do too.” Her tits felt so warm as soon as it got wrapped in between them.

“F-Fuck! Y-Your tits… I-I missed fucking them.” Shit, I really said that in front of my girlfriend.

Next thing I know, Lisa gets behind Leejung and wrapped her arms around and holds her melons for her. “Then fuck them, like you miss them baby boy.” He words completely took me by surprise, but watching Lisa hold her tits while I fuck them? That was turning me on.

“Ahh shit!” I let out. Pleasure and lust was filling my body and they both knew what they’re doing was making me insane.

“Ugh, he’s too loud, we might get caught. Go shut your man up and sit on his face.” Leejung looks over her shoulder and towards Lisa. Leejung’s words made Lisa smile from ear to ear. She gets up while Leejung continues her amazing tit job on my cock.

“Baby boy, shut up and fucking eat this pussy you own.” Lisa removes her outfit completely and wastes no time sitting on my face. Another thing I love, Lisa sitting on my face. They way she tasted. All of that.

“Eat your girlfriend out.” I could hear the girl down below say and also feel her stroke my cock up and down before shoving me back into her mouth. I comply and had no problem eating my girl’s pussy out.

“Ahhh fuck baby! Right there! Right there— ahh fuck yesss!” Lisa’s moans were music to my ears. I wanted to hear more.

Her pussy wasn’t the only thing that made me feel like I was in my own world. It was Leejung’s mouth. I could feel myself hit the back of her throat while her moans vibrating around my cock that was covered with her saliva.

Lisa rides my face like there’s no tomorrow. She rides and rides then not too long after, her juices were all over me. I smile and clean her pussy up. “Leejung, let’s switch.” She bites her lip. And breathes heavily.

“I’ll show you the better way to ride his face.” She challenged as Lisa gets off my face. Watching them both was definitely turning me on.

“As if, my man knows I’m better than you anyway. And also, he might of enjoyed your little blowjob, but this is how he loves it.” I knew what she meant. I wanted to watch her work her magic with her warm and amazing mouth but was denied as Leejung kept me down with her ass and started to grind her wet pussy onto my face.

I heard and felt Lisa spit onto my tip and spreads her saliva all over my cock. I was moaning into Leejung’s pussy then felt my cock slap against Lisa’s face.

“See? He loves when I slap his big hard dick all over my face.” I hear her say to a moaning mess which was Leejung.

“F-fuck you— ahhh!!!” She couldn’t control herself.

I slap and grab onto Leejung’s ass as it felt like two big soft pillows.

“Mmm fuck Y/n!” I hear her giggled. “See that Lisa? The way he smacks my ass? Mmm f-fuck, he misses me so much I can tell.”

“Ugh” Lisa was getting frustrated. “He doesn’t miss you… not one bit you bitch.” She takes my length back into her mouth right after her words.

I still can’t believe what was going on. My best friend that I’ve known for a long time riding her pussy on my face, and my girlfriend working wonders on my cock.

“F-Fuck Y/n!!! You’re gonna make me cum!!!”

Lisa smirks as she had a plan to fuck with her. She gets off my cock and moves Leejung off my face before she could reach her climax.

“W-What the fuck are you doing?!” I sit up, and lick their juices from my lips. I just sit there and watch them go at it.

“I’m gonna ride my man.” Lisa straddles my lap as she gives the middle finger towards her. She turns to me with a smirk. A smirk which made me feel hotter and turned me on a lot more. Without any instructions, I grab her hips as she grabs onto my rod, lining herself up with her dripping wet pussy. Leejung smashes her fist onto the couch.

“Ughh! What a bitch!” We hear her say which made Lisa satisfied.

“You’re mine. So fuck me like your little slut.” Lisa moves close to me as she seductively whispers to me. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I grab her and lay her on the couch, one hand on her hips, and the other rubbing her clit as I began to pound her with all my strength. She becomes a moaning mess, I fucking loved hearing her this way.

“Ahhh fuck— s-so deep baby!!! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that!” Lisa moans as her eyes roll back with pleasure.

“Who’s my good little girl huh?!” I growled and moan out as I look down at her.

I know how much Lisa loves rough sex and dirty talks. Her smile gets wider and she looks back towards me full of lust.

“M-Me d-daddy!” She grips onto my wrist. I smirked and fuck her more harder. She was leaking so much, her makeup was a little messed up, but she didn’t care.

“Y-You’re so tight! Y-you’re gonna make me cum!” I keep going as I felt her walls get tighter and tighter around me.

“Keep g-going daddy, I’m so close too! Make your good little girl cum!”

I thrust and I thrust and I thrust while hearing our bodies slam against each other, our moans filling the room. I felt it, I felt myself about to explode. I lean down and kiss my girlfriend deeply and passionately. Finally, after a few more hard and deep thrust, my load shoots deep into her.

“F-Fuck!!! Y-You filled me up so good daddy.” She smiles and kisses me once more.

“Anything for my good girl—.”

“Ohhhh Y/n.” I hear Leejung. My head turns and what I saw next made me hard again, throbbing as I was still inside Lisa as her pussy clenches around my dick. She was face down and ass up, shaking it left and right.

“Ugh, just hurry up with her baby. I don’t want her to touch my man anymore” Lisa whispered. I nodded and kiss her before I move towards Leejung, grabbing her ass. I position my dick right with her entrance, sliding in as I felt her warmth around my shaft.

“F-Fuck Y/n, you’re so deep inside me.” She moans out as she grips the pillow and bites on the corners to lower the volume of her moans. She really loved this position.

“You fucking like that?” I groaned and moan as I pound her like crazy.

“Y-Yes Y/n! I fucking love the way you fuck me! I miss it, I miss it all!” I can’t lie, I miss it too.

Lisa rolled her eyes again as she watches. But then a smirk appeared on her face again. She’s got something in mind. She moves in front of her, laid back, spread her legs.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use?”

“W-What the fuck?! L-Lisa what are you doing— ahh fuck Y/n! Y-You’re so fucking deep inside my pussy!” Leejung moans out then looks down towards Lisa’s pussy. She felt something she’s never felt before…

“Aww come on Leejung. I wanna see if you’re really good with your mouth.” She teased

“F-Fuck you. A-As if I would.” She was hesitant. But then I watch her slowly move closer and closer and shove her face down to eat my girlfriends’s pussy out.

My fucking god this was the best day of my life. Leejung taking my cock from behind while she eats my girlfriend’s tight wet pussy. Both of them moan out with so much pleasure. This was a fucking great view.

“Mmm fuck yes! I like the way you use your tongue!” Lisa leans her head back feeling the pleasure down her pussy from Leejung’s mouth.

I could hear Leejung giggle against her pussy then right back to screaming out as I go deeper, hitting her spot. I could feel her walls getting tighter and squeezing my cock. I was ready to explode.

“F-Fuck! L-Leejung… I-I’m gonna cum!” I groaned as my hands grip her hips and ass.

“F-Fucking cum inside!”

“You heard her baby! C-Cum deep inside her pussy!” I could tell Lisa was close by the way her beautiful legs shake.

Pound after pound, it was finally time. I bury my dick deep inside her and released all the white cream I had left in me and into her leaking wet pussy as I start to throb. Leejung covered me with her cum while her mouth was covered in Lisa’s cum. The room was filled with heavy breathing. I slowly pull myself out off Leejung and sit back while she crawls onto Lisa then slowly kiss her. It was really hot but she’s my girlfriend. Only mine!

I gently move her to the side and pull Lisa towards me and kiss her deeply and passionately. She chuckles into the kiss and pulls back to look at me.

“What was that baby boy?” She smirked.

“No one gets to kiss you besides me and only me.” I say to her as if I was a kid.

“Relax Y/n, afraid I can steal your girlfriend too?” Leejung teased then comes over and kisses me while pulling Lisa forward to join us in a three way kiss.

We all pull away and smile and the wildest time we just had but Lisa and Leejung both glare at me and my smile slowly vanishes.

“W-What?”

“Time to give us an answer. Who was better?” They both asked at the same time. Shit! Please help me guys!!!

The end!!!