Reborn Yaps

Yall already know what i do if you are deep enought in knsfw. Fanprose

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Masterlist

Series One-shots (title = to be determined if i make it a series)

Office Brat (tripleS Hayeon) Part 1 , Part 2

Sex Diaries (tripleS Yooyeon) Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

Fig Bread (tripleS Shion)

Breadcrumbs (tripleS Shion) Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

Reflections (tripleS Chaewon)

Vanilla white (tripleS Seoyeon) Part1 , Part2

:3 (tripleS Chaewon & Jiyeon)

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Vanilla white 2

Yoon Seoyeon x Male OC/reader

1k words Part1 , Part2

The months after your enlistment passed in a blur of adjustment and longing. Basic training was grueling, early mornings, endless drills, the strict hierarchy that left little room for personal thoughts. Letters from Seoyeon became your lifeline: handwritten pages filled with updates about her MFA program in Seoul, the late-night writing workshops that inspired her, the small apartment she rented near campus, and how she missed your cooking and the way you’d hold her at night. She sent photos of her smiling with new friends, but you could read the quiet loneliness in her eyes. You wrote back whenever you could, telling her about the friendships forged in your unit, the pride you felt pushing through the physical challenges, and how counting the days until your first leave kept you going. Phone calls were rare and short, but every “I love you” carried the weight of years of shared history.

Seoyeon threw herself into her studies, producing short stories that drew on your childhood memories and university days. You advanced in training, earning small privileges through diligence. The distance tested you both, but the foundation you had built, childhood friendship, university love, that passionate last night together, held strong. Letters grew more intimate, with her describing how she touched herself thinking of you, and you admitting the same during lonely nights in the barracks.

Your first military leave finally arrived after several months, a precious week of freedom. You took the earliest train from your base, heart pounding as you arrived in Seoul. Seoyeon waited at the station, looking even more beautiful than in your memories: her hair longer, a soft sweater hugging her curves, eyes lighting up the moment she saw you in uniform. She ran into your arms, burying her face in your chest as you lifted her off the ground, spinning her gently.

“Hyun-woo… you’re here,” she whispered, voice cracking with emotion. You kissed her right there on the platform, soft at first, then deeper, tasting the salt of happy tears. The world faded; it was just the two of you again.

You spent the first day in Seoul simply being together. She showed you her tiny apartment, where you made love slowly on her bed, rediscovering each other’s bodies with tender touches and whispered affections. But for your reunion trip, you both agreed on something special: Jeju Island. A short flight later, you landed in paradise, black sand beaches, volcanic landscapes, and the ocean breeze that felt like freedom.

The trip was filled with soft, cute moments that healed the months apart. You rented a small hanok-style guesthouse with a view of the sea. Mornings started with breakfast in bed, fresh hallabong oranges you peeled for her, feeding each other bites between kisses. You walked hand-in-hand along the Olle trails, stopping to take silly selfies with the wind tousling her hair. At Jeongbang Waterfall, she leaned back against your chest as the mist cooled your skin, your arms wrapped around her waist. Evenings were for stargazing on the beach, wrapped in one blanket, sharing stories of your separate lives. She teased you about looking handsome in uniform; you told her how her writing voice in her letters made you fall in love all over again. You bought matching couple keychains at a market, simple shells engraved with your initials, and she blushed when you said, “So you remember me every day.”

One afternoon, the pull of desire became irresistible. You found a secluded stretch of beach near Jungmun, tucked between towering lava rocks that shielded you from prying eyes. The sun was warm, the waves gentle. Seoyeon had packed a small bag with “surprises”, a discreet bullet vibrator and a small bottle of lube, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she revealed them.

“I missed you so much,” she murmured, pulling you behind the rocks. Clothes came off quickly, scattered on a towel. Naked under the open sky, she dropped to her knees first, taking your hardening cock into her mouth with loving hunger. Her blowjob was sloppy and devoted, tongue swirling around the head before she took you deeper, humming with pleasure. You groaned, hands in her hair, the ocean breeze mixing with the wet sounds.

You laid her down on the towel, spreading her legs. She was already soaked. You teased her clit with the bullet vibrator on low, watching her arch and moan softly, biting her lip to stay quiet as tourists walked far in the distance. “Hyun-woo… please,” she begged. You slid the toy inside her, thrusting it gently while sucking on her nipples, her juices coating your fingers. She came quickly, shuddering, pussy clenching around the vibrator as waves crashed nearby.

Needing more, you positioned her on all fours, facing the rocks. You entered her from behind in one smooth thrust, her tight heat enveloping you completely. The sex was passionate and primal, your hips slapping against her ass as you fucked her deep, the vibrator now pressed against her clit. She pushed back against you, moaning your name, her breasts swaying with every thrust. The risk of being caught added thrill; you reached around to rub her clit, feeling her second orgasm rip through her walls milking your cock.

You pulled out and had her ride you, the toy forgotten as skin met skin. Her hands braced on your chest, hips rolling expertly, taking you to the hilt again and again. “I love feeling you inside me,” she gasped. The sun warmed your joined bodies as you thrust up into her, hands gripping her ass.

Later that evening, back at the guesthouse, the mood shifted to something softer and deeply romantic. You drew a bath together, washing each other with gentle hands. In bed, under the moonlight filtering through the windows, you made love slowly. You kissed every inch of her, her eyelids, neck, breasts, the curve of her hips. She wrapped her legs around you as you entered her missionary-style, eyes locked. Your thrusts were deep and unhurried, savoring the connection. “I missed this so much,” you whispered, voice thick. “You feel like home.”

Seoyeon’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer. “Cum inside me, Hyun-woo. Fill me up.” Her walls fluttered around you as she came again, soft cries muffled against your shoulder. You followed moments later, burying yourself deep and releasing thick, warm spurts of cum into her welcoming pussy, the creampie overflowing as you stayed connected, kissing tenderly through the aftershocks.

The rest of the trip was more of the same, beach walks, fresh seafood dinners, quiet talks about the future. But the week ended too soon. You flew back to Seoul together, then parted at the station. She hugged you tightly. “Come back safe. I’ll be waiting with more stories… and more surprises.”

You returned to military training with renewed purpose, the memories fueling you through drills and nights in the barracks. Seoyeon dove back into her MFA, writing with fresh inspiration, sending you chapters that made the distance bearable. The separation continued, but your bond, forged in childhood, tested by time, and reignited in passion, only grew stronger.

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Dangerous Obsession

TW: NON-CON | Don't Like It, Don't Read It.

Nien × M!Reader

I had her where I wanted her. Nien—that perfect fucking idol, all smiles and choreography on stage—was mine now. She didn't know how long I'd been watching, learning her schedule, waiting for the moment her security slipped and she was alone. Tonight, she was alone. And I took her.

She fought at first, clawing and kicking, but I was stronger. I dragged her into the rented room, slammed the door, and threw her onto the mattress. The black polka-dot crop top rode up, exposing her smooth stomach and the thin straps of her hip jewelry. She tried to scream, but my hand was already around her throat, squeezing just enough to cut off air and sound. Her dark eyes went wide with panic and I fucking loved it.

I pressed down harder, watching her lips part, her tongue darting out uselessly. "Shh," I whispered, my face inches from hers. "No one's coming for you. You're mine."

Her struggles weakened as I held her down with one hand and groped her tits with the other, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric. I pinched her nipple hard, rolling it between my fingers until she whimpered. Then I shoved two fingers into her mouth, feeling her hot saliva coat them as I pushed deep, almost making her gag. "Suck," I commanded. She had no choice. Her tongue moved weakly around my digits, and I groaned at the sensation.

I pulled my fingers out, slick with her spit, and tore open her low-rise jeans. The button popped, and I yanked them down her thighs, exposing her black lace panties. She was already wet. A dark patch stained the fabric. "Greedy little cunt," I muttered, pressing my palm flat against her pussy over the lace. She bucked, but my weight pinned her. I ground my hand roughly into her, feeling the heat and moisture.

I shoved the panties aside and drove two fingers into her bare cunt without warning. She screamed—a muffled, strangled sound as I still had her throat. Her walls clenched around me, tight and hot. I finger-fucked her hard, curling my digits to hit that spot inside her. Her legs kicked, but I didn't care. I added a third finger, stretching her, and she sobbed.

Then I pulled out and moved lower, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy glistened, pink and swollen. I buried my face between her legs, licking and sucking her clit with brutal intensity. She tasted like sweet salt. I bit her inner thigh, making her jolt, then returned to her cunt, lapping at her hole, shoving my tongue inside as deep as I could. Her hips twitched and she let out a broken moan.

I flipped her over onto her stomach. Her jeans were still tangled around her ankles. I spread her ass cheeks and saw the tight pink hole of her anus. I didn't hesitate—I pressed my thumb against it, then pushed in, feeling the ring of muscle resist and then give. She screamed into the mattress. I worked my thumb in and out, then replaced it with two fingers, stretching her ass while my other hand fingered her dripping pussy from behind.

Her body shuddered and she came—a violent, trembling orgasm that made her legs shake uncontrollably. I didn't stop. I kept fingering her ass and cunt until she went limp, unconscious from the overload.

I didn't care. I stripped her completely, tying her wrists to the bedposts with the belts I'd brought. Then I spread her legs wide and tied her ankles to the bottom corners. She was spread-eagle, naked, helpless. I stepped back to admire my work. Her body was perfect—brown skin, small tits, flat stomach, that little slit glistening. Her face was slack, but her chest still rose and fell.

I wanted her ass. I rolled her onto her stomach again and hogtied her—wrists and ankles bound together behind her back, her ass presented to me like a offering. I grabbed my cock, already rock hard, and pressed the tip against her anus. "This is going to hurt," I whispered, though she couldn't hear. I pushed inside in one brutal stroke.

She jerked awake with a guttural scream, but I didn't stop. I fucked her ass deep and fast, holding her hips in a full nelson, my arms under her armpits and hands locked behind her neck, driving into her relentlessly. Her moans were ragged, half-conscious. I could feel her body fighting and surrendering at the same time.

I shifted into mating press: flipping her onto her back, pinning her legs up to her chest, my weight crushing her as I rammed into her ass. Her eyes rolled back. Then I lifted her legs over my shoulders—piledriver position, her ass in the air, my cock buried in her hole at a downward angle. She was a ragdoll.

I came deep inside her ass, pumping load after load, feeling my seed fill her. I collapsed on top of her, still hard, and started again. "You're going to carry my babies," I growled into her ear, biting down on her neck hard enough to leave marks. She moaned weakly, her pussy dripping, her legs still shaking from another orgasm she couldn't control.

I fucked her through the night: prone bone, her face pressed into the mattress while I pounded her sore hole; spread eagle again, her tied limbs trembling; hogtied once more, her back arched, my hand around her throat as I came a second, third, fourth time inside her. Each time I bit her shoulder, her lip, her nipple, leaving teeth indentations. Her body was covered in my marks.

By dawn, she was barely conscious, her pussy and ass gaping, cum leaking out onto the sheets. I kissed her forehead gently, then slapped her face. "You belong to me now," I whispered. "Don't forget it."

I didn't sleep. I watched her.

The first pale light of dawn crept through the blinds, casting stripes across her bruised and battered body. Nien lay sprawled on her stomach, wrists still tied behind her back, ankles still bound, cum drying in thick white rivers down her inner thighs. Her breathing was shallow but steady. I ran my fingers through her matted hair, and she flinched even in unconsciousness—a reflex born from the nightmare I'd made her live.

I needed more.

I untied her limbs slowly, letting her think, even in her daze, that it was over. Her arms flopped loose, and I massaged the rope burns on her wrists, almost tender. Then I rolled her onto her back and spread her legs apart. Her pussy was swollen, lips parted and glistening with her own juices mixed with mine. Her asshole gaped slightly, red and raw, still oozing my cum. I pressed my thumb into her cunt, feeling the warmth, and she whimpered—a tiny, broken sound.

"Shh," I cooed, leaning down to lick the sweat from her collarbone. "You did so good for me. But we're not done yet."

Her eyes fluttered open. They were glassy, unfocused, but I saw the fear crystallize when she realized where she was. Her lips parted, cracked and dry. "Please…" she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "No more…"

I smiled. "That's not how this works."

I grabbed her by the hair, dragging her off the bed and onto the cold floor. She cried out, her knees scraping against the cheap carpet. I shoved her face-down, then flipped her over and straddled her chest, my cock already hard again, pointing at her face. "Open," I commanded.

She shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. I slapped her—hard, a crack that echoed in the room. Her head snapped to the side, and a thin line of blood dripped from her split lip. "I said open."

She complied, her jaw trembling as I shoved my dick past her lips. I fucked her throat without mercy, gripping her hair like a handle, forcing her to take every inch. She gagged, her throat convulsing around me, tears and saliva mixing and dripping down her chin. I watched her eyes roll back as I bottomed out, her nose pressed against my pelvis. I held there for ten seconds, savoring the strangling sounds she made, before pulling out and letting her gasp for air.

"On your knees," I ordered.

She obeyed, barely able to hold herself up. I circled behind her and pushed her upper body down until her forehead touched the floor, her ass in the air. Her pussy was directly in front of my face, dripping onto the carpet. I spread her cheeks apart and dove in, eating her ass and cunt from behind, alternating between licking her clit and thrusting my tongue into her hole. She moaned, a raw, desperate sound, and I felt her thighs quiver. She was going to come again—her body couldn't help it.

"Don't you fucking dare," I growled, pulling away. "You don't get to come until I say so."

She sobbed, her orgasm denied, her muscles twitching in frustration. I grabbed a belt from the floor and wrapped it around her neck, not tight enough to choke but tight enough to remind her. Then I tied her wrists to her ankles—hogtied again, but this time facedown on the floor, her body folded like a piece of meat.

I positioned myself behind her, lining my cock up with her pussy this time. I slammed into her, and she screamed into the carpet. I fucked her hard, fast, punishingly, the belt around her throat pulling taut with every thrust. Her moans were muffled, her body bouncing against the floor. I reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it between my fingers, and she convulsed—a dry orgasm, painful and unsatisfying.

"Please," she gasped. "Please stop… I can't…"

"You can," I said, pulling out and flipping her onto her side. I lifted her top leg and entered her from the side, spooning her, my hand clamped over her mouth as I fucked her slow and deep. "You can take more. You're going to take all of me."

I came inside her pussy this time, hot cum flooding her womb. I stayed inside, grinding against her, feeling my seed leak out around my shaft. Then I pulled out, dragged her back onto the bed, and tied her spread-eagle again—wrists to headboard, ankles to footboard. Her body was limp, her eyes half-closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I climbed on top of her, pressing my weight down, my cock sliding between her cum-soaked thighs. I didn't enter her—just rubbed against her, the friction making her flinch. I leaned down and bit her nipple, hard enough to draw blood. She screamed, a high-pitched wail that turned into a sob.

"You're mine," I repeated, sucking the blood from her breast. "Every inch of you. Every hole. Every breath."

I traced my fingers down her stomach, over the black embellished strap still tangled around her hip, and into her wetness. I brought my fingers to her mouth and made her taste herself. She gagged but swallowed.

I wanted to ruin her beyond recognition.

I flipped her onto her stomach again, untied her ankles, and pushed her legs together. Prone bone—I lay on top of her, my chest to her back, my cock sliding into her ass without warning. She screamed into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets. I fucked her slowly, deliberately, each thrust a statement of ownership. I bit the back of her neck, her shoulders, her ears, leaving a trail of teeth marks.

"Who do you belong to?" I whispered.

She didn't answer. I grabbed her jaw and twisted her head to the side. "Who?"

"You," she breathed, her voice cracking. "I… belong… to you."

"Good girl."

I came again, deep in her ass, and stayed buried inside her as I pulled her into a full nelson—my arms under hers, hands locked behind her neck, her body arched against mine. I could feel every heartbeat, every shudder. I kissed the side of her face, soft and tender, then bit her earlobe.

"One more," I said. "One more for the morning."

I laid her on her back, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and entered her pussy in a piledriver position—her hips elevated, her ass in the air, my cock driving downward. She was a broken doll, her eyes unfocused, her mouth open in a silent moan. I fucked her until she came again, her whole body shaking, her legs trembling so hard I thought they'd snap. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my cock, and I growled as I spilled another load inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, spent, my weight crushing her small frame. Her breathing was ragged, her pulse erratic. I kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, her swollen lips.

"Rest," I whispered. "I'll be back tonight."

I untied her wrists but left the belts nearby. I dressed slowly, watching her curl into a fetal position, cum dripping from both her holes onto the stained sheets. She looked so fragile, so broken.

Perfect.

I left the room, locking the door behind me, already planning what I'd do to her next.

I returned at dusk.

The lock clicked open, and the smell hit me first—sweat, cum, blood, and the metallic tang of fear. The room was dark, the only light a thin strip of orange from the setting sun cutting through the blinds. Nien was still curled on the bed, her legs tucked to her chest, her face buried in the mattress. She didn't move when I stepped inside. Didn't flinch when I closed the door and locked it again.

I turned on the overhead light.

She was a mess. Dried cum caked her thighs, her stomach, her hair. Bruises bloomed across her ribs, her breasts, her neck—purple and black and blue. Her wrists were raw, the skin rubbed pink and bleeding in places. Her eyes were open, staring at the wall, but hollow. Empty.

I sat on the edge of the bed. The springs creaked. She didn't react.

"I told you I'd be back."

No response.

I reached out and touched her shoulder. She flinched—a violent, full-body shudder—and let out a whimper so small it was almost inaudible. I pulled her toward me, forcing her onto her back. Her arms hung limp at her sides. She didn't resist. She was beyond resistance.

I leaned over her, my face inches from hers. Her breath was shallow, sour. I pressed my thumb to her bottom lip, parting her mouth. She didn't bite. Didn't close her eyes. She just stared through me.

"You know what I'm going to do," I said softly. "One last time. Then it's over."

I stripped off my clothes slowly, deliberately, letting her watch. Her gaze never shifted. I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips, my cock already hard and pressing against her belly. I lined myself up with her pussy—still slick with the remnants of the day—and pushed inside.

She gasped. A raw, broken sound. Her hands came up weakly, pressing against my chest, but she had no strength. I fucked her slow, deep, each thrust a deliberate claim. I watched her face—the way her lips trembled, the way tears spilled from the corners of her eyes and ran down her temples into her hair.

"Look at me," I said.

She did. Her eyes met mine, glassy and shattered.

"Tell me you hate me."

"I hate you," she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Good." I thrust harder, faster, feeling her inner walls clench around me. "Now tell me you belong to me."

She shook her head. A tiny, defiant motion. I grabbed her throat—not choking, just holding—and squeezed until her eyes went wide.

"Say it."

"I... belong... to you," she choked out.

"Again."

"I belong to you."

I leaned down and kissed her. A real kiss, soft and wet, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She didn't respond, but she didn't pull away. I tasted salt and copper. I fucked her through the kiss, my hips grinding against hers, my pelvis slapping against her clit. Her body started to respond on its own—a twitch in her hips, a flutter in her stomach. She was going to come again.

"Don't hold back," I murmured against her lips. "Come for me."

And she did. A broken, desperate orgasm that wracked her body and made her arch against me. Her pussy milked my cock, and I let myself go, pumping into her, filling her with another thick load. I stayed inside, grinding, feeling my cum mix with hers, spilling out around my shaft.

I pulled out slowly, watching the white fluid leak from her swollen cunt. I pressed my palm against her stomach, pushing the cum deeper.

"Stay still," I said.

I got off the bed, pulled on my pants, and walked to the door. I turned back to look at her—lying there, spread open, covered in my marks, my cum, my ownership. Her eyes were closed. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic breaths.

I unlocked the door.

"What's your name?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

"Nien," I said. "Your name is Nien. You're a member of tripleS. You never saw my face. You never heard my voice. You were drugged at a fan event, and you woke up tied to a bed in an abandoned building three days later. The police found you half-dead. You don't remember anything else."

I stepped into the hallway.

"Remember that."

I closed the door behind me and walked away, leaving her alone in the dark, the blood and cum drying on her skin, her mind already beginning to fray at the edges. She would survive. She would forget—or learn to live with the gaps. Her career might end, her relationships might shatter, but she would live.

And somewhere in my bedroom, alone, I would replay every scream, every moan, every tear, every moment of her belonging to me.

A perfect ending.

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Breadcrumbs 5

tripleS Shion x Male Reader

Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

With the intense promotion period finally behind them, tripleS had been given a precious long weekend to recover. Most of the members chose to spend it quietly at home, but Park Shion was the opposite. After weeks of packed schedules, her body was still buzzing with unreleased energy. She couldn’t sit still. Her mind kept drifting to filthy thoughts, and there was only one person she wanted to burn through all that pent-up desire with.

She booked a private traditional ryokan with a private onsen in the mountains and sent you a single teasing message:

Shion [3:12 PM]:

Manager-nim~ I have way too much energy after promotions.

I need you to help me drain it all… or let me drain you dry instead.

I booked us a beautiful ryokan. Just the two of us for the whole weekend.

Come spoil me. I want to ride you until my legs give out 💕

When you arrived at the secluded ryokan villa that Friday evening, the sun had already set behind the mountains. The air smelled of pine and warm spring water. Shion greeted you at the door wearing nothing but a thin white yukata loosely tied at the waist. Her vibrant red hair cascaded down her back in silky waves, still slightly damp from a quick shower. The moment the sliding door closed behind you, she didn’t waste a second.

“Finally,” she breathed, eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger. She jumped into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist and kissing you like she’d been starving for weeks. Her tongue pushed into your mouth immediately, hot and demanding, while she ground her bare, already soaked pussy against the front of your pants. The yukata slipped open, revealing her perky breasts and hard pink nipples.

“I’ve been so wet thinking about this the whole drive here,” she whispered between deep kisses, voice breathy and playful. “I need you inside me. I want to ride you so badly, manager-nim.”

She pushed you backward into the luxurious villa bedroom, where a thick futon had been laid out on the tatami floor. Candles and soft lantern light bathed the room in a warm glow. Shion shoved you down onto the futon and climbed on top of you with eager confidence, straddling your hips. Her favorite position whenever she felt this proactive.

With a cute little smile, she untied her yukata and let it fall completely off her shoulders, revealing her toned, beautiful body. Her small, perky tits bounced lightly as she reached down to free your cock from your pants. She stroked you a few times, biting her lip at how hard you already were.

“Look at you… already this hard for me,” she giggled softly, then lined herself up and sank down in one smooth, greedy motion.

“Ahh—! Fuck, you’re so big…” she moaned loudly, red hair falling around her face like a curtain as she bottomed out. Her tight, dripping pussy stretched perfectly around your cock. For a moment she just sat there, savoring the fullness, rolling her hips in small circles while smiling down at you with that bright, adorable expression that made her look almost innocent despite being impaled on your dick.

Then she started riding.

Shion planted her hands on your chest and began bouncing with unrestrained energy. Her hips rose and fell in a fast, deep rhythm, small tits jiggling cutely with every drop. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as her soaked pussy swallowed your cock over and over again. Her red hair bounced wildly, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck.

“Yes—yes—right there!” she gasped, eyes half-lidded in pleasure but still locked on yours. “I love being on top… I love using your cock like this.”

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against your chest while still riding you hard, and kissed you sloppily. Her tongue danced with yours as her hips kept working, grinding her clit against your pelvis with every downward thrust. You gripped her ass, helping her bounce even harder, and she moaned into your mouth.

After several minutes she sat back up, hands on your chest again, and rode you even more aggressively. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around you, squeezing like she was trying to milk you dry. Sweat began to glisten on her skin, making her red hair stick to her shoulders.

“I’m gonna cum~~!” she cried out suddenly. Her pace became frantic, hips slamming down as her walls fluttered wildly around your cock. Shion threw her head back, red hair flying, and came hard with a loud, cute whine. Her pussy gushed around you, squirting lightly and soaking your groin and the futon beneath.

But she didn’t stop.

Even while still trembling through her orgasm, Shion kept riding you through the aftershocks, slower but deeper, grinding her sensitive clit against you with a blissful smile. “More… I want more of your cum,” she panted playfully. “Fill me up, manager-nim. I want to feel it leaking out of me all weekend.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. Gripping her hips tightly, you thrust up into her and came with a deep groan, pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum straight into her spasming pussy. Shion moaned happily at the warmth, grinding down to take every drop as her walls milked you perfectly.

She stayed seated on your cock for a long moment, gently rocking as she caught her breath. Then, with a mischievous little smile, she slowly lifted herself off. A thick stream of your cum immediately dripped from her well-fucked pussy onto your stomach. Shion looked down at the mess, then back at you with sparkling eyes.

Without a word, she slid down your body and took your softening cock into her warm mouth, sucking and licking you clean with soft, affectionate strokes of her tongue. When she pulled off, she gave your sensitive tip one long, slow lick from base to tip, then smiled brightly up at you like a pleased kitten.

“All clean~” she said cutely, before crawling back up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

But Shion was far from done.

After only a short rest, she was back on top again, stroking you back to full hardness with her small hand. This time she turned around into reverse cowgirl, giving you a perfect view of her ass and red hair swaying down her back as she impaled herself once more. She rode you even harder this round, hands on your thighs for leverage, ass rippling with every bounce.

The night blurred into a long, filthy marathon. She rode you through two more creampies, switching between facing you and reverse, sometimes leaning back so you could play with her clit while she bounced. After the third load, she pushed some of the overflowing cum out of her pussy with her fingers and rubbed it across her nipples, then asked you to lick it off while she giggled and moaned.

By the time you both finally collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess on the futon, Shion had taken four loads deep inside her pussy and one thick facial. She lay on top of you, red hair splayed across your chest, gently licking the last traces of cum from your spent cock while smiling up at you with pure satisfaction.

“I still have so much energy left,” she whispered playfully, kissing the tip of your cock one last time. “Good thing we have the whole weekend… and a beautiful onsen waiting for us tomorrow.”

She curled up against you, cum still slowly leaking from between her thighs, already planning how she would drain you even more in the mixed hot springs the next morning.

The next morning dawned bright and crisp over the mountains. Sunlight filtered through the wooden lattice of the ryokan, casting soft patterns across the futon where you and Shion had barely slept. After the intense riding marathon the night before, you expected her to be exhausted. Instead, Shion woke up even more energetic, red hair tousled beautifully around her flushed face, already kissing your neck and grinding against your thigh under the thin blanket.

“Let’s go to the mixed onsen,” she whispered excitedly, nibbling your ear. “I want to ride you in the hot water~ No one’s there this early, and even if someone comes… the risk makes it hotter.”

She slipped into a tiny white towel that barely covered her ass and breasts, then helped you into a matching one. Her vibrant red hair was tied up loosely with a few loose strands framing her face, making her look both innocent and dangerously seductive. Hand in hand, you both walked through the quiet wooden corridors toward the private mixed onsen area.

The outdoor bath was breathtaking. Natural hot spring water steamed gently in a series of stone pools surrounded by large boulders, hanging vines, and carefully placed bamboo screens that offered partial privacy. At this early hour, the entire area was empty. The air was warm and mineral-scented, with soft morning light reflecting off the rippling water.

Shion glanced around once, then dropped her towel without hesitation, revealing her perfect naked body. Her perky breasts, toned waist, long legs, and smooth, pretty pussy were on full display as she stepped gracefully into the steaming pool. The hot water reached her chest as she turned to you with a bright, playful smile.

“Come on, manager-nim~ The water feels amazing on my skin… especially after you filled me so many times last night.”

You joined her, and the moment you sat on the submerged stone bench, Shion climbed straight into your lap, straddling you underwater. Her arms wrapped around your neck as she kissed you deeply, slow, wet, and full of affection mixed with hunger. Her tongue danced with yours while her hand slipped between your bodies, stroking your cock until it was rock-hard again despite the heat.

“I can’t stop thinking about riding you here,” she murmured against your lips, smiling cutely even as her voice turned breathy. “In the open air… with the hot water all around us. I want to feel you cum deep inside me while we’re floating like this.”

She raised her hips, positioned your throbbing cock at her entrance, and sank down slowly. The contrast was exquisite, the scalding hot spring water versus the even hotter, velvety grip of her cum-filled pussy from the night before. Shion let out a long, satisfied moan as she took every inch, her red hair dipping into the water and floating around her shoulders like liquid fire.

“Ahh… you’re stretching me so nicely again,” she sighed happily, forehead pressed against yours. For a moment she just sat there, fully impaled, rolling her hips in lazy circles while smiling at you with sparkling eyes. The hot water made her skin glow, droplets clinging to her lashes and lips.

Then she started riding.

Shion planted her hands on your shoulders and began bouncing with that same eager, proactive energy she loved. Her hips rose and fell in the water, creating gentle splashes and ripples around you both. Her small perky tits bounced just above the waterline, pink nipples hard from the mix of heat and arousal. Every downward thrust drove your cock deep into her welcoming pussy, the wet, filthy sounds muffled by the steaming water.

“Look at me,” she whispered playfully, locking eyes with you as she rode faster. Her red hair swayed and stuck to her wet skin, cheeks flushed from the heat and pleasure. “I love riding you like this… using you to drain all my energy.”

She leaned in and kissed you passionately, tongues sliding together as she continued bouncing on your cock. The hot water splashed between your bodies with every movement, making her slide up and down your shaft even more smoothly. You gripped her perfect ass under the water, helping her slam down harder, and she moaned cutely into your mouth.

The risk of someone walking into the mixed onsen only seemed to excite her more. Shion’s pace grew more desperate, her tight walls clenching rhythmically around you as she chased her pleasure. Steam rose thickly around you both, the morning sun catching the droplets on her red hair and making her look almost ethereal.

“I’m getting close already…” she whimpered, voice sweet and high-pitched. She sat up straighter, hands on your chest, and rode you with wild abandon, hips snapping down hard, ass rippling underwater, small tits bouncing beautifully. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed, milking your cock with expert control.

“Cum with me,” she begged, smiling brightly even as her eyes glazed over with lust. “Fill me right here in the onsen, manager-nim. I want to feel your hot cum mixing with the water inside me~”

You couldn’t hold back. Gripping her hips tightly, you thrust up into her and erupted, thick, powerful ropes of cum flooding deep into her spasming pussy. Shion cried out in pleasure, biting your shoulder to muffle the sound as she came hard right after you. Her walls clenched violently around your cock, milking every last drop while she squirted into the hot spring, her juices mixing with your creampie in the steaming water.

Even after both of you finished, Shion stayed seated on your cock, gently grinding and kissing you lazily. She looked absolutely radiant, wet red hair clinging to her face and shoulders, cheeks pink, eyes sparkling with satisfaction and mischief.

After a few minutes, she slowly lifted herself off. A thick cloud of white cum immediately began leaking from her pussy into the clear onsen water, swirling around her thighs. Shion glanced down at the messy sight, then back at you with the cutest, most playful smile.

She reached down, scooped some of the leaking creampie onto her fingers, and brought it to her mouth. She licked it slowly and sensually, maintaining eye contact the entire time, then giggled.

“Mmm~ Still tastes good even after the hot water,” she said innocently, before leaning down and giving the sensitive head of your cock a long, affectionate lick underwater, her tongue swirling around the tip while she smiled up at you brightly.

“All clean for now~” she teased, then climbed back into your lap and cuddled against your chest, red hair floating in the water around both of you.

The two of you stayed in the onsen for a long time, kissing softly, touching lazily, and enjoying the warm water while more of your cum slowly leaked out of her. Shion kept whispering cute, filthy promises about how she still had so much energy left for the rest of the weekend.

By the time you finally returned to the villa, her thighs were still slick with your creampie, and she was already planning the next round on the outdoor balcony. 

After the steamy creampie ride in the mixed onsen, you and Shion returned to the private villa with flushed skin and mischievous smiles. The hot spring water had relaxed your bodies, but Shion’s energy was still nowhere near depleted. The moment the sliding door closed behind you, she pushed you playfully against the wooden wall and dropped to her knees right there in the entryway.

“You filled me so much in the onsen,” she purred, looking up at you with those sparkling dark eyes while her red hair hung in damp waves around her face. “But I’m still so greedy…”

She pulled your towel open and took your cock into her warm mouth without hesitation, sucking and licking with soft, affectionate moans. Her tongue swirled around the head, cleaning the remnants of the onsen water and your earlier creampie. When you were fully hard again, she smiled brightly up at you, gave your sensitive tip one long, slow lick from base to crown, then giggled.

“All clean and ready for more~”

She led you out to the private outdoor balcony overlooking the misty mountains. The afternoon sun warmed the wooden deck as Shion shrugged off her towel completely and pushed you down onto a large cushioned lounge chair. She climbed on top immediately, her favorite position, straddling your hips with confident grace.

“I love riding you when I’m like this,” she confessed softly, lining up your cock with her dripping entrance. “It makes me feel like I’m using you to burn all my energy away.”

She sank down slowly, savoring every inch until her ass rested against your thighs. A soft, satisfied moan escaped her lips as she bottomed out. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders and breasts like liquid fire in the sunlight. For a moment she just sat there, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles, smiling down at you with pure adoration and lust.

Then she started moving.

Shion planted her hands on your chest and began riding you with steady, deep bounces. Her small perky tits jiggled cutely with every rise and fall, pink nipples hard in the open air. The wet sounds of her soaked pussy swallowing your cock filled the balcony as she picked up speed. She leaned forward, red hair cascading around both of you like a curtain, and kissed you deeply while continuing to ride.

“Mmm— you feel so good,” she whispered against your lips between kisses. “I could do this all day…”

She sat back up, hands on your chest again, and rode you harder, hips snapping down with enthusiastic energy. Her ass rippled beautifully every time she slammed down, taking you to the hilt. Sweat started glistening on her skin as she worked herself on your cock, red hair bouncing wildly.

When her first orgasm of the afternoon hit, Shion threw her head back with a cute, high-pitched whine, her pussy clenching and squirting around you. She didn’t slow down. She rode straight through it, grinding her clit against your pelvis until you couldn’t hold back anymore. You gripped her hips and filled her with another thick creampie, pumping rope after rope deep inside her.

Shion moaned happily at the feeling, grinding down to milk every drop. When you finished, she lifted herself off slowly, letting a thick stream of cum drip from her pussy onto your stomach. With a playful smile, she leaned down and licked it up, cleaning you with long strokes of her tongue before sucking the head of your cock into her mouth again.

“Good boy~” she teased cutely, kissing the tip one last time.

The afternoon blurred into a continuous, filthy marathon.

Shion rode you again in the traditional wooden bathtub, water splashing everywhere as she bounced enthusiastically on your lap, red hair wet and clinging to her back. She rode you on the futon in reverse cowgirl, giving you a perfect view of her ass and the way your cock disappeared into her cum-filled pussy. Every time you came, she found a new playful way to tease:

After one intense facial on the balcony, she scooped some of your cum off her cheek with two fingers, sucked them clean while maintaining eye contact, then leaned down and gave your spent cock several slow, affectionate licks while smiling brightly up at you.

“Tasty as always,” she giggled, before crawling back up to kiss you so you could taste yourself on her tongue.

Later in the evening, as the sun began to set and painted the mountains in golden hues, Shion pushed you onto the futon once more. She was glowing with sweat and cum, her red hair a beautiful mess, but her energy remained boundless. She mounted you again, facing you this time, and rode you with slow, deep rolls of her hips.

“I still have so much left,” she whispered, smiling softly as she ground down on you. “I want to drain you completely tonight.”

She rode you through two more creampies, one while leaning forward and kissing you passionately, another while sitting upright and playing with her own nipples, moaning cutely every time you thrust up into her. After the final load, she stayed seated on your cock for a long time, gently rocking as she traced patterns on your chest with her fingers.

Eventually, she slid off and curled up beside you, but not before giving your sensitive cock one last round of playful attention. She licked every inch clean, paying special attention to the tip, swirling her tongue around it while looking up at you with that bright, innocent-yet-filthy smile she did so well.

By the time night fully settled over the ryokan, Shion had taken multiple loads deep inside her pussy, several down her throat, and a couple across her face and red hair. She lay on top of you, completely spent but glowing with satisfaction, her body sticky with sweat and cum, red hair splayed across your chest.

“I think I finally used up most of my energy,” she murmured sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “Thank you for letting me ride you so much… and for filling me everywhere I wanted.”

She gave your cock one final, gentle lick and smiled against your skin.

“Tomorrow is our last day… I wonder how many more times I can make you cum before we have to go home~”

You stroked her messy red hair, holding her close as the mountain night grew quiet around the villa. Shion’s weekend of unrestrained, proactive riding had left both of you exhausted, satisfied, and already looking forward to the final day.

Sunday morning arrived with golden sunlight streaming through the shoji screens of the villa. Shion woke up first, her body still humming with leftover energy despite the non-stop riding from the previous two days. She was curled against your chest, vibrant red hair a wild, beautiful mess across your skin. When she felt you stir, she let out a soft, happy giggle and immediately started kissing your neck, her small hand sliding down your stomach to wrap around your cock.

“Manager-nim~” she whispered in that sweet, breathy voice, already stroking you slowly. “It’s our last day… I still have sooo much energy left. I want to ride you until we both can’t walk properly.”

She was more sensitive today, every touch made her shiver and giggle. Her skin was flushed, nipples already hard, and when you cupped her breast she arched with a cute little whimper. Shion climbed on top of you right away, straddling your hips in her favorite position. She looked stunning in the morning light: red hair glowing like fire, eyes sparkling with playful mischief and affection.

She lined up your morning-hard cock with her slick entrance and sank down slowly, savoring every inch with a long, sensual moan. “Mmmh~ You’re so warm and thick inside me… I love this feeling,” she giggled softly, biting her lip as she bottomed out. Once fully seated, she stayed still for a moment, rolling her hips in lazy circles while smiling down at you adorably.

Then the real marathon began.

Shion planted her hands on your chest and started riding you with sensual, flowing movements, rising until just the tip remained inside her, then sliding back down with a wet, satisfying smack. Her small perky tits bounced gently with every motion, and she kept giggling between soft, breathy moans.

“Hehe~ Look at you… getting all twitchy already,” she teased playfully, leaning forward so her red hair curtained around both of you. She kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours in slow, sensual strokes while her hips kept working in that perfect rhythm. Every time you thrust up to meet her she let out a cute, high-pitched squeak of pleasure.

She was especially sensitive this morning. When you reached up to pinch her nipples lightly, her whole body trembled and she giggled breathlessly. “Ahh—! That feels so good today… I’m extra sensitive after all the riding yesterday~”

Shion sat up straighter, hands on your chest again, and began bouncing faster. Her red hair flew wildly around her shoulders as she rode you harder, ass rippling with every enthusiastic drop. The wet sounds of her soaked, cum-filled pussy filled the room. She kept smiling at you the entire time, that bright, giggly, heart-melting smile that made her look both innocent and incredibly lewd.

“I love riding you like this… I feel so full and so naughty,” she giggled, grinding her clit against you on every downstroke. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around your cock, squeezing with delicious sensitivity. When her first orgasm hit, she threw her head back with a sweet, trembling moan, red hair cascading down her back as her walls fluttered and squirted lightly around you.

But she didn’t stop. Still giggling through the aftershocks, she kept riding, slower and more sensual now, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “More… I want more of your cum,” she whispered playfully, leaning down to kiss you again while grinding deep.

You gripped her hips and thrust up harder, and Shion’s giggles turned into adorable, needy whimpers. When you finally filled her with a thick creampie, she moaned happily and ground down to take every drop, her sensitive pussy milking you perfectly.

After that load, Shion lifted off slowly, letting thick white cum drip from her pussy onto your cock and stomach. She looked down at the messy sight and giggled cutely. “So much~ You always give me so much…”

Then, with a playful sparkle in her eyes, she slid down your body and started licking. She gave your sensitive cock long, slow, sensual licks, cleaning every drop of your combined juices while smiling up at you brightly. She paid special attention to the tip, swirling her tongue around it in teasing circles, giggling every time you twitched.

“All clean again~” she announced proudly, before crawling back up and kissing you so you could taste yourselves on her tongue.

The rest of the morning and early afternoon became a blissful, giggly, sensual marathon.

Shion rode you in the outdoor shower, one leg lifted as she impaled herself on your cock under the warm spray, giggling and moaning as water cascaded over her red hair and bouncing tits. She rode you on the balcony again, facing the mountains, leaning back with her hands on your thighs while she rolled her hips sensually and played with her own clit, extremely sensitive and responsive to every touch.

Every new position brought more cute playfulness from her. She would giggle when your cock hit a particularly good spot, whimper cutely when you sucked on her nipples, and smile brightly at you even as her eyes watered from overwhelming pleasure.

By late afternoon she had taken four more loads deep inside her pussy. After the final creampie on the futon, Shion stayed seated on you for a long time, gently rocking as she caught her breath. Her red hair was a sweaty, tousled mess, her body glowing and marked with love bites and cum.

She leaned down, pressed her forehead to yours, and whispered sensually, “I’m so full of you… but I still want one more thing.”

She slid off your cock, cum pouring out of her well-used pussy, and positioned herself so she could take you into her mouth again. With playful, loving care she sucked and licked you clean, humming happily around your sensitive length. When you were twitching on the edge of overstimulation, she pulled off and gave your tip one final, long, slow lick while looking up at you with the cutest, most adoring smile.

“Thank you for letting me drain you all weekend,” she giggled softly, then crawled up and curled against your chest, red hair spilling everywhere. “I feel so much better now… all my energy is finally gone. You made me feel so good, manager-nim.”

She nuzzled into your neck, still gently grinding her cum-leaking pussy against your thigh, pressing soft kisses to your skin.

As the sun began to set over the mountains on your last evening at the ryokan, Shion lay on top of you, satisfied, glowing, and still playfully sensual. She traced lazy patterns on your chest with her finger, occasionally giving your spent cock a gentle, affectionate stroke or lick while giggling quietly.

“I think this was the best way to spend our weekend off,” she murmured, pressing one last kiss to your tip before cuddling close. “Next break… we’re coming back here. Or somewhere even more private so I can ride you for even longer~”

You held her tight, stroking her messy red hair as the two of you drifted into a well-earned, exhausted sleep, bodies sticky, hearts full, and the memory of Shion’s cute, giggly, insatiable weekend burned into both of you forever.

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Breadcrumbs 4

tripleS Shion x Male Reader (fluff)

Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

The following night, the dorm was quieter than usual. Schedules had been brutal lately, back-to-back photoshoots, dance practice until midnight, and sudden changes that left everyone scrambling. You could feel the tension in the air all day. The members were tired, smiles a little forced, voices a bit quieter during meals.

Shion had been especially subdued. During the afternoon vocal lesson, she’d nailed every note but her usual bright energy was missing. Her red hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and when she thought no one was looking, her shoulders slumped just a little. You caught her staring out the window during a van ride, fingers twisting the hem of her hoodie, eyes distant.

After lights-out, your phone buzzed with a message from her:

"Storage room?"

"…"

"I don’t feel like playing tonight. I just want to see you."

Your chest tightened. You grabbed a couple of things from the kitchen anyway, two mugs of warm honey milk you’d heated up, a small packet of her favorite strawberry cookies, and a soft blanket from the laundry room, then made your way down the hall.

When you unlocked the storage room door, Shion was already curled up on the couch in the dim lamplight. She wore an oversized cream-colored sweater that swallowed her frame and loose pajama shorts. Her vibrant red hair was down, slightly messy from the day, framing her face in soft waves. She looked smaller than usual, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs.

The moment she saw you, her eyes softened, but there was a faint glossiness to them that made your heart ache.

“Hey,” you said gently, closing and locking the door behind you. You set the mugs and cookies on the small side table and spread the blanket over the couch before sitting down beside her. “Rough day?”

Shion nodded, scooting closer until she could rest her head on your shoulder. Her voice was quiet, almost fragile. “The schedule changed again. They moved my solo recording session to overlap with the group dance practice tomorrow, and I… I feel like I’m letting everyone down if I can’t keep up. Everyone else seems to handle it better. I keep thinking I’m not doing enough, or that I’m falling behind. It makes my chest feel tight.”

You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her gently into your side. She melted against you immediately, one hand coming up to clutch the front of your shirt. “You’re not falling behind, Shion. You’re working so hard. I see it every day, how focused you are, how you stay late to practice your parts even when the others have gone. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. You don’t have to carry it all alone.”

She let out a shaky breath, nuzzling closer. “I know… but sometimes it feels like too much. The pressure to be perfect. The constant changes. I just wanted tonight to be soft. No games, no cold or sweet or anything intense. Just… you.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the faint floral scent of her shampoo. “Then that’s exactly what we’ll do. Come here.”

You shifted so you could lie back on the couch, guiding her to settle on top of you. Shion curled into your chest like a kitten, her red hair spilling over your shoulder and across the blanket. You pulled the soft blanket over both of you, tucking it around her shoulders. One of your hands stroked slow, soothing circles along her back, while the other gently combed through her silky red strands.

For a long while, neither of you spoke. You just held her, letting the quiet settle around you like a warm cocoon. The distant hum of the dorm fridge and the occasional soft creak of the building were the only sounds.

Eventually, Shion’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your chest. “Can you tell me something nice?” she whispered. “Anything. I just want to hear your voice.”

You smiled, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Okay. Did you know that every time you sing, even during warm-ups, the whole room feels brighter? Your voice has this warmth to it, like sunlight through the practice room windows. And when you smile after hitting a high note perfectly, it makes me forget how tired I am too. You bring something really special to the group, Shion. Not just talent, but this quiet kindness that everyone leans on without realizing it.”

Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she hid her face against your neck. “You’re too sweet… but thank you. It helps.”

You reached for one of the mugs of warm honey milk and helped her sit up just enough to sip from it. She held the mug with both hands, blowing gently before taking small, careful sips. You took the other mug, and the two of you drank in comfortable silence, the sweet warmth spreading through you both.

When the mugs were empty, you set them aside and pulled her back down. This time you turned so you were facing each other on the narrow couch, legs tangled together under the blanket. Your forehead rested against hers, noses brushing.

“You’re allowed to rest, you know,” you murmured. “Tomorrow I’ll talk to the staff about the overlap. We’ll figure out a way to make the schedule work without burning you out. You’re important, not just as a performer, but as you.”

Shion’s eyes shimmered again, but this time the tears were softer, grateful. She leaned in and kissed you, slow, gentle, no heat or urgency, just pure affection. Her lips were warm and tasted faintly of honey. You kissed her back the same way, cupping her cheek with one hand, thumb stroking her soft skin.

The kiss lingered, turning into a series of sweet, unhurried pecks and gentle nuzzles. When you finally pulled back, she smiled for the first time that night, a small, genuine curve of her lips that made the red in her hair seem even brighter.

“I feel safer with you,” she whispered. “Like I can just be Shion, not ‘tripleS’s vocalist’ or whatever title they put on me. Just… me.”

“You’re always just you with me,” you replied softly, brushing a strand of red hair behind her ear. “And I like that version a lot.”

She snuggled closer, one leg draping over yours as her hand found yours under the blanket. Your fingers intertwined naturally. You continued stroking her hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose, whatever she offered up with a contented little hum.

Time stretched comfortably. You talked in low voices about small things: her favorite childhood memories of singing in the car with her family, the silly nicknames the members gave each other in the dorm, how she secretly loved when it rained because it made practice rooms feel cozier. You shared a few light stories from your own life, making her giggle quietly when you described your first disastrous attempt at cooking for a group of idols.

At one point she shifted so her head rested right over your heart, listening to its steady beat. “This is my favorite sound tonight,” she murmured.

You held her a little tighter, the blanket cocooning you both in warmth. No rushing, no pressure, no games, just the two of you tangled together, breathing in sync.

Eventually her breathing slowed, growing deeper and more even. You felt her body relax completely against yours, the last traces of tension melting away. You kept stroking her back in slow circles long after she’d fallen asleep, pressing one final gentle kiss to her red hair.

“Sleep well, Shion,” you whispered against her temple. “I’ve got you.”

You stayed like that for as long as you dared, savoring the quiet intimacy. When the clock on your phone showed it was getting close to the time you needed to slip back to your room, you carefully eased out from under her. You tucked the blanket around her properly, making sure she was warm and comfortable on the couch. Before leaving, you left the packet of strawberry cookies on the table where she’d see them first thing, along with a little note scribbled on a napkin:

“You’re doing amazing.  

Rest as much as you need.  

I’m always here. Your manager (and biggest fan of your smile) ( • ᴗ - ) ”

You locked the door softly behind you and headed back down the hall, heart full and light at the same time.

The next morning, during breakfast prep, Shion appeared in the kitchen with her red hair freshly brushed and a soft, secret smile playing on her lips. When no one was looking, she caught your eye across the room and mouthed a silent “thank you.”

You smiled back, already knowing that no matter how crazy the schedules got, you’d always make time for nights like this, soft, warm, for her.

Because Park Shion, with her red hair and her gentle heart, deserved every bit of gentleness the world could give her. And you were more than happy to be the one to provide it.

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Jiyeon & Kim Chaewon x Male reader 2,270 words A/N: Don't mind why this fic is here instead of the resort (it's being worked on), just started this one on friday and wanted to finish it this weeked (if not it would most likely have been left unfinished).

You arrive at the elegant wedding venue, a luxurious lakeside resort bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun. As one of Harry's groomsmen, you're dressed sharply in a tailored black tuxedo that hugs your frame, the boutonnière pinned neatly to your lapel. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the soft murmur of guests mingling. Harry spots you immediately as you enter the groom's suite, his face lighting up with relief before creasing into concern.

"Hey, man! You made it," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. "Did you come with Patrick? I haven't seen him yet, and we need to run through the processional one more time."

You shake your head, pulling out your phone. "Nah, I drove separately. Figured he'd be here already." The two of you try calling and texting Patrick for the next hour, but it goes straight to voicemail. Finally, a message pings through from Patrick's sister: he had felt like shit the night before, went to the ER, and was admitted for dehydration and a nasty stomach bug. He was stuck there, IVs and all. "Damn," Harry mutters. "Poor guy. But... the pairings."

The bridesmaids and groomsmen had been meticulously paired off, mostly because several were already couples or married. Chaewon and Jiyeon, the two stunning women in the bridal party, were supposed to walk with you and Patrick since you were both single. No awkward exes or dates to complicate things. Now, with Patrick out, the math didn't add up. The wedding planner looked frazzled as she explained the issue in the hallway outside the suite.

Chaewon (the petite blonde with the shoulder-length bob, bright eyes, and playful energy) and Jiyeon (the elegant black-haired beauty with long, silky waves, sharp yet soft features, and a confident aura) stood nearby in their matching floral chiffon dresses, delicate white fabric adorned with soft pink roses, ruffled layers that hugged their lithe bodies, short hemlines showing off toned legs, and halter-style tops that accentuated their perky breasts and smooth shoulders. They looked like they had stepped out of a floral garden innocent yet irresistibly seductive.

After a quick talk, Harry shrugged. "It's your call, girls. We can scramble the lineup or... figure something else out."

Chaewon glanced at Jiyeon, then at you, a mischievous smile curving her full lips. "A trio could be fun," she said, her voice light and teasing. Jiyeon nodded, biting her lower lip. "Yeah, why not? As long as it's with him. We've seen you around enough to know you're not some creep." Their consent was enthusiastic, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Problem solved, for the ceremony, at least.

The wedding went off without a hitch. You walked down the aisle with both women on your arms, one on each side, drawing amused whispers and smiles from the guests. Chaewon's hand felt warm and small on your arm; Jiyeon's grip was firmer, more assured. During the reception, as the music swelled and drinks flowed freely, champagne, cocktails, shots of soju mixed with whiskey, the dynamic of us three being together started to click.

You danced first with Chaewon, her body pressing close during a slow song, her floral dress swirling around her thighs. Her breath tickled your ear as she whispered, "You're a good dancer... and you smell nice." Her hips swayed against yours, the sheer fabric doing little to hide the heat radiating from her skin. Then Jiyeon took her turn, dancing with you to a more sensual rhythm, her long black hair brushing your chest as she looked up at you through hooded eyes. "Don't think we're letting you off easy today," she murmured, her fingers tracing the back of your neck.

As the night wore on, the three of you stayed close, laughing, clinking glasses, bodies brushing in the crowd. The alcohol loosened some inhibitions and made the time less awkward. Chaewon's cheeks flushed pink, her giggles turning breathy. Jiyeon's touches grew bolder, her hand lingering on your thigh under the table. By midnight, the party was winding down, but the chemistry between you three was just building up.

"Hotel room?" Jiyeon suggested, her voice low and husky as she leaned in on one side, her full breasts pressing against your arm through the thin dress. Chaewon nodded eagerly on the other side, biting her lip. "Ours is a suite. Plenty of space... for three."

You barely made it through the door of their luxurious hotel suite before the tension snapped. The room was dimly lit by bedside lamps, a king-sized bed dominating the space, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the lake. Chaewon kicked off her heels first, giggling as she pushed you back onto the bed. "We've been thinking about this since the dance and how you treated us," she confessed, crawling over you. Her short blonde hair framed her face as she kissed you deeply, her tongue slipping into your mouth with surprising hunger. She tasted like sweet champagne and strawberries.

Jiyeon watched for a moment, then joined, shedding her dress in one fluid motion. The floral fabric pooled at her feet, revealing lacy white lingerie that barely contained her perky B-cup breasts and a tiny thong that accentuated her toned ass and smooth, shaved pussy. "My turn," she purred, pulling Chaewon off you gently and claiming your lips. Her kiss was deeper, more dominant, her long hair cascading over your shoulders as her hand slid down to palm the growing bulge in your pants.

You groaned, hands exploring. Chaewon's dress came off next, her body even more petite and lithe underneath, small, firm B-cup breasts with pink nipples already hard, a flat stomach, and matching lacy panties soaked through. "Touch me," she whispered, guiding your hand between her thighs. Your fingers found her wet folds, slick and eager, slipping one inside her tight heat as she moaned, grinding against your palm.

Jiyeon freed your cock from your pants, her eyes widening appreciatively at the thick, veiny length. "Fuck, you're big," she breathed, wrapping her soft hand around the shaft and stroking slowly from base to tip, her thumb circling the leaking head. Chaewon leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick along the underside while Jiyeon pumped you, their mouths working in tandem, kissing each other around your cock, sucking on the head together, saliva dripping down your balls. The sight was obscene: two beautiful women, one blonde and playful, one dark-haired and seductive, sharing your throbbing dick.

You pulled Chaewon up first, her lithe, petite body flushed and trembling with anticipation. You laid her gently but firmly on her back in the center of the massive king-sized bed, the silky sheets already rumpled from your earlier making out. You spread her smooth, toned legs wide apart, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, fully exposing her glistening pussy. Her outer lips were puffy and pink, inner folds slick with her arousal, a thin string of wetness already dripping down toward her tight little asshole. Her clit peeked out, swollen and begging for attention.

You dove in without hesitation, burying your face between her thighs. Your tongue flattened and dragged slowly from her dripping entrance up to her clit in long, deliberate strokes, savoring her sweet tangy, musky flavor, pure feminine nectar mixed with the faint taste of her earlier excitement. You circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, then sucked it firmly between your lips, flicking rapidly as she bucked her hips. Chaewon cried out sharply, her small hands flying to your hair, fingers tangling tightly in the strands as she pulled you harder against her cunt. "Yes! Right there—ahh! Fuck, your tongue feels so good!" she moaned loudly, her voice high-pitched and breathy.

Jiyeon didn't wait to be invited. She swung one long leg over Chaewon's face, straddling her friend's mouth in a smooth motion while facing you. Her perfect, round ass hovered just above Chaewon's eager lips as she lowered her own soaked pussy onto the blonde's waiting tongue. Jiyeon's long black hair cascaded down her back as she ground her wet cunt forward and backward, smearing her juices across Chaewon's mouth and chin. Chaewon's tongue immediately pushed inside her, licking deep and hungrily, making wet, obscene slurping sounds. "Mmm, yes, eat my pussy," Jiyeon purred, her voice husky with pleasure.

While Chaewon was busy devouring Jiyeon, the older girl reached down between your bodies, her elegant fingers wrapping around your throbbing, rock-hard cock. She stroked you firmly a few times, spreading the precum leaking from your tip, then guided the fat, swollen head right to Chaewon's tight entrance. You pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her velvety walls stretch and clench around your girth. Chaewon was incredibly tight, almost painfully so, her pussy gripping every ridge and vein of your shaft like it was made for you. When you finally bottomed out, balls deep, her cervix kissing the tip of your cock, she let out a muffled, guttural moan directly into Jiyeon's pussy. "So fucking full... you're stretching me so much," she gasped between desperate licks, her words vibrating against Jiyeon's clit.

You gave her a moment to adjust, then started thrusting harder, long, powerful strokes that made your hips slap loudly against her firm little ass. Her small, perky tits bounced rhythmically with every impact, pink nipples stiff and begging to be sucked. The wet squelching sounds of your cock pistoning in and out of her drenched cunt filled the room, mixed with the girls' moans and the slick noises of Chaewon's tongue working Jiyeon's pussy. Jiyeon leaned forward, her full breasts pressing heavily against your chest as she captured your mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss, her tongue dancing with yours. Her hard nipples dragged across your skin while Chaewon's muffled cries sent pleasurable vibrations straight to Jiyeon's clit, pushing the black haired beauty closer to the edge.

After several minutes of pounding Chaewon senseless, you switched positions. You pulled out with a wet pop, her pussy visibly gaping for a second before clenching around nothing. You flipped Jiyeon onto all fours, her perfect heart-shaped ass raised high in the air, back arched deeply. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny with a mix of her own juices and Chaewon's saliva. You gripped her narrow waist and slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. Jiyeon was wetter than Chaewon but still incredibly snug, her walls gripping you like a hot, silky vice. "Fuck yes—harder!" she demanded immediately, pushing her ass back against you greedily. You obliged, fucking her with deep, brutal strokes, your balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.

Chaewon slid underneath Jiyeon on her back, positioning her face right at the action. Her tongue lapped eagerly at Jiyeon's clit and the base of your cock as you thrust in and out, tasting the creamy mixture of their combined arousal. She sucked one of Jiyeon's swinging breasts into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple while her fingers found Chaewon's own clit again, rubbing furiously. The room was filled with the lewd symphony of skin slapping skin, wet squelching, and raw moans, "Deeper! Fuck me harder!" from Jiyeon, and Chaewon's muffled whimpers of pleasure.

You rotated between them for what felt like hours, lost in a haze of lust and alcohol-fueled stamina. Next, Chaewon rode you reverse cowgirl, her tight little ass jiggling hypnotically as she bounced up and down on your cock, her hands braced on your thighs for leverage. You could see every detail, your thick shaft disappearing into her stretched pink pussy, her juices coating your balls and dripping down. After a bit Jiyeon straddled your face at the same time, smothering you with her dripping cunt as you devoured her, sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her hole while she made out with Chaewon above you, their tongues and tits pressed together.

Then you flipped Jiyeon into missionary, her long legs wrapped tightly around your waist, heels digging into your back as you pounded her deep and fast. Her nails raked red lines down your shoulders and back while Chaewon made out sloppily with her, fingers buried in Jiyeon's pussy alongside your cock, stretching her even more. Chaewon occasionally leaned down to lick Jiyeon's clit or suck on her bouncing tits.

The orgasms came crashing through them in waves. Chaewon's first one hit like a storm, she suddenly tensed, her pussy clamping down like a fist around your cock as she squirted lightly, clear fluid gushing around your shaft and soaking your groin and the sheets. She screamed, body shaking violently, eyes rolling back. Jiyeon followed soon after on her turn, her walls convulsing rhythmically, milking your cock as she shuddered and cried out, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.

Finally, you couldn't hold back. "I'm gonna cum," you growled. They both knelt eagerly in front of you, tongues out, hands stroking your slick cock. Thick ropes of hot cum painted their faces and tongues, splattering Chaewon's blonde hair and pretty cheeks, coating Jiyeon's lips and tits. They kissed, swapping your load, giggling breathlessly.

Exhausted, you collapsed together on the bed in a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed against yours, Chaewon's head on your chest, Jiyeon's leg draped over your thigh. "Best wedding ever," Chaewon murmured sleepily. Jiyeon smiled, tracing patterns on your skin. "And we're not done with you tomorrow morning..."

The night blurred into more rounds, slow, lazy fucks in the early hours, their bodies glistening with sweat, pussies swollen and leaking your cum. Who knew a missing groomsman would lead to the hottest threesome of your life?

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Gonna add as a side-quest a new series, using a plot that i had in mind since i saw the first Club Icarus for requests/ideas of the tripleS girls, although first chapter will be Yooyeon and Mayu, and the theme will be cosplay (cowkini, qipao, something like the evangelion suits... recomendations are welcome) Leave ideas on the coments or dm here.

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Yoon Seoyeon x Male OC/reader

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You first met Yoon Seoyeon when you were both six years old, on a warm summer afternoon in the narrow alleyways behind your apartment complex in Daejeon. Your mother had taken you outside to play while she chatted with the neighbors, and there she was, a small girl with straight black hair tied in two neat pigtails, crouched beside a puddle and poking at a struggling beetle with a twig. When you wandered over curiously, she looked up at you with those large, dark eyes and declared matter-of-factly, “It’s hurt. We have to help it.” That was the beginning.

From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Your families lived in the same mid-rise building, yours on the fourth floor, hers on the fifth, and the stairwell became your private kingdom. You walked to elementary school together every morning, your small backpacks bouncing against your spines, sharing stolen pieces of tteok or the last sip of banana milk. Seoyeon was quieter than most kids, thoughtful in a way that made her seem older, but with you she laughed freely. She had a habit of humming old trot songs her grandmother taught her when she was happy, and you learned every note by heart just to hear her voice.

As the years passed through elementary school, your friendship deepened into something that felt like family, yet carried an undercurrent neither of you could name. You defended her when older boys teased her for being too shy in class. She stayed up late with you during exam week, drawing silly cartoons in the margins of your notebooks to make you smile when you got frustrated with math. Summers were spent at the riverside paths along the Gapcheon, splashing in the shallow water, building small stone towers that the current eventually washed away, or exploring the green hills near the apartment complex, collecting pretty stones and fallen leaves from the trees. Winters meant huddling under the same blanket in your living room, watching cartoons while your mothers cooked kimchi jjigae that filled the apartment with warmth.

By middle school, the bond had grown, more layered. Puberty began to stir awkward changes. You noticed how Seoyeon’s cheeks would flush when other girls teased her about “having a boyfriend”, and you felt an unfamiliar tightness in your chest whenever boys started glancing her way in the hallways. She had grown into a graceful girl but still short like a hamster, soft features, and a gentle smile that made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t understand. She was your best friend, after all.

You shared everything, secrets, dreams, fears. Late at night, you would sneak onto the rooftop of your building and lie on an old blanket, staring at the city lights of Daejeon and the faint stars that managed to pierce through the haze. She confessed she wanted to become a writer one day, to capture the small, quiet moments of life that people usually overlooked. You admitted you dreamed of studying engineering, perhaps at KAIST right there in Daejeon or moving to Seoul, but the thought of leaving her behind always left a hollow feeling. Sometimes your hands would brush while reaching for the same snack, and you’d both pull away too quickly, hearts beating a little faster. You felt things, warm, fluttering things, when she leaned her head on your shoulder during those rooftop talks, her hair smelling of the coconut shampoo she used. But you never acted on them. She was Seoyeon. Your Seoyeon. Crossing that line felt impossible, like risking the only constant in your life.

The two of you advanced together through the ups and downs of adolescence. You celebrated each other’s birthdays with homemade cakes that always turned out slightly lopsided. You practiced for school festivals together, she helped you with your clumsy dance moves for the talent show, and you listened patiently while she read her short stories aloud, her voice soft and earnest. There were moments of jealousy too, quiet and buried. When she started getting closer to a guy in her art club, you felt an irrational sting. When a girl from your class confessed to you, you turned her down gently, your mind drifting to Seoyeon’s face instead. These feelings remained unspoken, simmering beneath the surface of your easy camaraderie. You hugged her often, quick, friendly hugs after good news or bad days, but you always held back from letting your arms linger, from breathing in the scent of her too deeply, from noticing how her developing body felt against yours during those innocent embraces.

Then came high school.

The three years of high school marked a slow, painful distancing that neither of you seemed able to stop. You both tested into the same competitive high school in Daejeon, but the new environment brought pressure, new social circles, and different paths. Seoyeon threw herself into literature clubs and writing competitions, staying late at school to edit the student magazine. You focused on science and math tracks, preparing rigorously for university entrance exams, joining study groups that kept you out until late evenings. The daily walks to school became less frequent as your schedules diverged. Texts grew shorter, replies slower. The rooftop meetings became rare, replaced by occasional weekend catch-ups at a café near the apartment complex that felt increasingly formal.

In your first year, you still sat together during lunch sometimes, sharing earphones to listen to music. By second year, those lunches happened maybe once a month. You watched from afar as she bloomed, more confident, more beautiful, with her hair grown longer and a quiet poise that drew quiet admiration from others. You felt that familiar twist in your chest whenever you saw her laughing with new friends in the hallways, but you told yourself it was natural. People grew apart. It was part of life. She seemed busier, more distant, focused on her future as a novelist. You buried yourself in textbooks and part-time tutoring, trying to ignore how empty the stairwell felt without her footsteps echoing behind yours.

The distancing wasn’t dramatic, no fights, no dramatic confessions. It was the quiet erosion of time and circumstance. By third year, you exchanged polite nods in the hallways, occasional “How have you been?” messages on KakaoTalk that went days without replies. The childhood closeness, the middle school warmth, the unacted-upon feelings, all of it seemed to fade into memory. You graduated separately, attending different after-parties with your respective groups. As you stood on the stage receiving your diploma, you caught a glimpse of her across the auditorium, her eyes meeting yours for a brief second before the crowd swallowed the moment.

That chapter ended with both of you stepping into adulthood, carrying the weight of what once was, and what was never said.

After graduation, the distance that had grown between you and Yoon Seoyeon in high school carried over into the start of university. Both of you were accepted into KAIST in Daejeon, your dream school for engineering, and a strong fit for Seoyeon’s literature and creative writing interests through their interdisciplinary programs. The campus, with its modern buildings nestled among green hills and the nearby Gapcheon river, felt both exciting and overwhelming. You moved into a dorm on the east side of campus with your assigned roommate, while Seoyeon settled into a different dormitory block closer to the humanities buildings. For the first semester, your paths rarely crossed. Occasional polite KakaoTalk messages “Did you settle in okay?” and the random sighting across the expansive central plaza were the extent of your interactions. The childhood warmth and middle-school closeness felt like echoes from another life.

That changed during the second semester of your first year.

A big freshman mixer party was organized by the student council at a large off-campus venue near the Yuseong-gu area, a lively night of music, cheap soju, snacks, and group games designed to help new students connect across departments. You attended with your growing circle of engineering friends: Kim Tae-sung, your loud and energetic roommate from Seoul who was studying mechanical engineering and always dragged you to social events, and Park Ji-hoon, a quiet but sharp-witted guy from your calculus study group. On Seoyeon’s side, she came with her literature-focused friends, Han Ji-eun, a bubbly short-story enthusiast who quickly became her closest friend, and Lee Min-kyung, a more reserved poetry major.

The mixer was chaotic and fun. Group icebreakers turned into team games, and as the night progressed with rounds of drinks and loud K-pop blasting, two couples unexpectedly formed. Tae-sung hit it off instantly with Ji-eun; their loud laughter and shared love for webtoons led to an impulsive kiss during a truth or dare segment. At the same time, Ji-hoon, usually so reserved, spent the entire evening in deep conversation with Min-kyung about philosophy and literature, and by the end of the night they exchanged numbers with shy smiles and plans for a study date.

This double pairing acted like glue. What started as two separate friend groups fused rapidly into one big, overlapping circle. Weekend gatherings, late-night study sessions at the 24-hour campus library, group trips to the nearby hot springs in Yuseong, and casual dorm parties became the new normal. Suddenly, Seoyeon was back in your daily orbit.

At first, the reconnection was tentative, wrapped in the safety of the larger group. You were both polite, almost formal. But the old familiarity was still there, like muscle memory. During a group dinner at a samgyeopsal restaurant near campus, when someone asked about childhood stories, Seoyeon glanced at you with a small, knowing smile and said, “Hyun-woo once tried to ‘rescue’ a pigeon that was perfectly fine and ended up chasing it around the rooftop for twenty minutes.” The table erupted in laughter, and for the first time in years, you felt that old, warm feeling in your chest as her eyes lingered on yours a second longer than necessary.

There was an easy trust between you two that the others noticed. Seoyeon would naturally sit near you during group study sessions in the library, and you’d slide her your notes on technical writing without her even asking, remembering how she struggled with structured essays. In return, she’d quietly bring you a can of coffee from the vending machine when she saw you pulling all-nighters for engineering projects, remembering your habit of drinking it black during stressful times. The group dynamic made it safe, there was always someone else around, so the rekindled closeness didn’t feel threatening. Yet you couldn’t ignore how your gaze would drift to her during group movie nights in someone’s dorm, watching the way the screen’s light played across her face: softer jawline, longer hair that she often tied back loosely, and the same gentle eyes that had once looked up at you from that puddle years ago.

Throughout the rest of the first year, this familiarity deepened without anyone addressing it directly. You trusted her implicitly. When you bombed your first major physics midterm and felt crushed, you found yourself texting her late at night instead of Tae-sung. She met you at a quiet bench by the Gapcheon river path, listening patiently as you vented, then sharing her own insecurities about whether her writing was “good enough” for the competitive KAIST environment. You walked her back to her dorm that night, the silence comfortable rather than awkward, your shoulders occasionally brushing. She trusted you too, confiding in you about how overwhelming the transition to university had been, how she sometimes missed the simplicity of your old rooftop talks at home.

By the start of your second year, the fused group was tight-knit. Tae-sung and Ji-eun were officially dating, often dragging everyone on couple-heavy outings that somehow still included the whole crew. Ji-hoon and Min-kyung moved slower but were clearly serious, studying together almost every evening. This created natural moments for you and Seoyeon to pair off within the group. During a group hiking trip to the nearby mountains in the fall of second year, you ended up walking beside her on the trail. The conversation flowed effortlessly, from complaining about professors to reminiscing about stealing tteok as kids. When she slipped on a loose rock, your hand instinctively shot out to steady her waist. The contact was brief, but you both froze for a heartbeat, her cheeks flushing the same way they had in middle school. You pulled away quickly, muttering “You need to be careful,” while your pulse raced.

In the later half of your second year, the evolution became more noticeable, at least to you. The trust had matured into something deeper and more intimate within the bounds of friendship. Late-night group study sessions often spilled into personal talks. You began to notice, and feel, things again: the way her laughter made the room feel brighter, how she unconsciously leaned toward you when tired, the subtle coconut scent of her shampoo that still hit you with nostalgia. During a rainy evening when the group was stuck in your dorm watching movies, she fell asleep against your shoulder. You didn’t move for two hours, hyper-aware of her warmth, the soft rise and fall of her breathing, and the way her hair spilled across your arm. Tae-sung looked at us and smirked but said nothing.

Seoyeon, for her part, seemed to seek your presence more. She asked you to review her short stories before submission, valuing your honest feedback because, as she said quietly one evening, “You’ve always understood the parts of me I don’t like to say out loud.” You helped her with presentation slides for her literature seminars, staying up until 3 a.m. in the common lounge, shoulders touching as you both hunched over the laptop. The unacted feelings simmered stronger now, the quiet jealousy when other male students approached her after class, the protective urge when she looked stressed, the flutter in your stomach when her hand brushed yours while passing snacks during group gatherings. But with all the friend group always around, and the fear of ruining this comfortable arrangement, neither of you crossed any lines. It remained a deep, trusting friendship layered with history and unspoken tension.

By the end of your second year at KAIST, the group had become family. You and Seoyeon existed in a space of profound familiarity and trust, able to read each other’s moods with a glance, share vulnerabilities the others didn’t see, and support one another through the intense academic pressure of KAIST. The childhood friends had become university companions again, closer than ever, yet still carefully balanced on the edge of something more.

By the start of your third year at KAIST, the friend group had become the anchor of your university life. The easy familiarity and deep trust between you and Seoyeon continued to grow in quiet, steady ways, but the unspoken tension underneath it all had begun to feel heavier. The group noticed it too, though they never said anything directly. Tae-sung would occasionally nudge you with a knowing smirk during group dinners, while Ji-eun would whisper something to Seoyeon that made her cheeks tint pink before changing the subject. Ji-hoon and Min-kyung, being the quieter pair, simply observed with soft smiles, content to let things unfold naturally.

The build-up to the turning point stretched across the third year and into the fourth. Academic pressure at KAIST was relentless, midterms, capstone projects, research presentations, but the group made time for each other. In the fall of third year, Tae-sung and Ji-eun organized a group trip to a small pension house near the mountains outside Daejeon to celebrate their one-year anniversary. The five-day stay was meant to be a break from being on campus: hiking during the day, barbecue and drinks at night, and a fire pit. It was during this trip that the tension between you and Seoyeon became impossible to ignore.

On the third night, after a long hike and too much soju, the group sat around the fire. Tae-sung, ever the loud one, started a game of “Never Have I Ever,” which quickly turned nostalgic. When he said, “Never have I ever had a childhood friend I secretly wanted more with,” Ji-eun elbowed him, but everyone’s eyes flicked toward you and Seoyeon. She laughed it off lightly, but you caught the way her gaze lingered on you across the flames, the firelight dancing in her dark eyes. Later that night, as the group dispersed to their rooms, Seoyeon stayed behind, poking at the dying embers. You sat with her in comfortable silence for a while before she spoke softly.

“Hyun-woo… do you ever think about how we drifted apart in high school?” Her voice was gentle, almost hesitant. “And how it feels like we found each other again.”

You nodded, heart beating faster. “Every day. It feels like we never really left, though. Like you were always there.” You wanted to say more, but the words caught in your throat. She smiled, a small, sad-sweet smile, and the moment passed. But it planted the seed.

Back on campus, the group continued to create spaces where you two were thrown together. Ji-hoon and Min-kyung, now deeply serious about their relationship, often paired up for couple activities and subtly invited you and Seoyeon as the “singles” to balance things out, study dates that turned into four person dinners, or movie nights in the dorm lounge where they conveniently left two spaces together. Tae-sung was less subtle; he once loudly announced during a group lunch, “You two have known each other forever. It’s kinda cute how you still finish each other’s sentences.” Seoyeon had blushed deeply that day, avoiding your eyes while you felt warmth spread through your chest.

As fourth year began, the weight of graduation and future plans added another layer. You were deep into your engineering thesis, spending long hours in the lab. Seoyeon was polishing her creative writing portfolio, hoping to publish a short story collection. The unacted feelings had become a constant undercurrent. You noticed everything about her now: the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when focused, how her voice softened when she spoke to you compared to others, the gentle curve of her smile that still made your stomach flutter after all these years. She seemed to seek you out more too than ever, texting you first to review her drafts, asking you to walk with her along the Gapcheon river path after evening classes because “it feels safer with you.”

The climax came on a quiet evening in late spring of your fourth year, just weeks before final exams and graduation preparations. The group had gathered at a small pojangmacha tent (those red tents from K-drama) near campus for dinner, grilled pork, cold beer, and endless side dishes. The mood was bittersweet; everyone was talking about post-graduation plans. Tae-sung and Ji-eun were planning to move to Seoul together. Ji-hoon and Min-kyung had applied to the same graduate program. When the conversation turned to you and Seoyeon, she grew unusually quiet.

After the meal, as the group began to split up, Seoyeon pulled you aside. “Can we talk? Just us?” Her voice was steady, but there was a nervous determination in her eyes. Tae-sung gave you a thumbs-up behind her back before Ji-eun dragged him away, leaving the two of you alone on the dimly lit path back toward the KAIST campus.

You walked in silence for a few minutes, the spring air cool and carrying the scent of blooming cherry blossoms. Finally, Seoyeon stopped under a streetlamp near the edge of campus, turning to face you. Her long hair swayed gently in the breeze, and her cheeks were flushed, not just from the soju earlier, but from something she had been waiting to say for some time already.

“Hyun-woo,” she began, her voice soft but clear, eyes locked on yours with a vulnerability you had rarely seen. “I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately. About how we’ve known each other since we were six… how you were always there, even when we drifted in high school. How coming back together at KAIST felt like fate giving us another chance.” She took a small step closer, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her light cardigan. “All these years, I felt things for you. Warm feelings. Safe feelings. The kind that made my heart race when you smiled at me on the rooftop as kids, or when you steadied me on that hike. I never acted on them because I was scared of losing you. But I don’t want to graduate and wonder ‘what if’ anymore.”

Her confession hung in the air, raw and honest. Before you could respond, Seoyeon closed the remaining distance. She reached up slowly, her fingers lightly touching your arm, then sliding up to rest on your chest as if drawing courage from the steady beat of your heart. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was soft, achingly soft, her mouth warm and slightly trembling against yours. Her free hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin as she lingered there, pouring years of unspoken affection into that single, romantic moment. You could taste the faint sweetness of the strawberry soju she’d had earlier, feel the delicate press of her body as she leaned into you, not demanding, but offering.

When she pulled back after several long seconds, her eyes were shining, a mix of nervousness and relief on her face. “I love you, Hyun-woo. Not just as my oldest friend. As more. I have for a long time.”

The world felt still around you, the distant hum of campus life fading as you stood there, foreheads nearly touching. You wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her close in a warm, secure embrace, finally letting yourself sink into the feelings you had buried for so many years. The kiss had been romantic, full of tenderness and history, a beautiful release of all the pent-up emotions that had built from childhood through university.

From that night on, your relationship shifted. The friends celebrated quietly, Ji-eun squealing with excitement when Seoyeon told her the next day, Tae-sung clapping you on the back with a “Finally!”, but they gave you space as you and Seoyeon began navigating this new chapter together in your final weeks at KAIST.

The night Seoyeon kissed you under the streetlamp marked the beginning of everything you had quietly yearned for since childhood. In the days that followed, you made sure to be more vocal than you had ever been. The morning after, you met her outside her dorm with coffee in hand, black for you, with a touch of honey for her, and pulled her into a warm hug right there on the path.

“Seoyeon-ah,” you said softly against her hair, voice thick with emotion, “I want to say something so it’s clear. I’ve loved you for so long. Not just as my best friend. I loved the girl who saved beetles with me, the one who listened to all my stupid dreams on the rooftop, the woman you’ve become here at KAIST. I was scared too… but no more. I love you.”

She melted into your arms, and from then on, the two of you were official.

The last weeks of university were a whirlwind of bittersweet intensity. Final presentations, thesis defenses, and graduation rehearsals filled the days, but every spare moment belonged to each other. You walked her to classes, fingers intertwined, no longer hiding the affection you had suppressed for years. During late-night study sessions in the library, you would pull her onto your lap when no one was looking, kissing her temple and whispering, “I can’t believe I get to do this now.” Seoyeon would blush and bury her face in your neck, humming the old trot songs from your childhood.

Post-graduation plans became a frequent topic during quiet evenings by the Gapcheon river. You had secured a research engineer position at a semiconductor company in Daejeon, allowing you to stay close. Seoyeon had been accepted into a creative writing MFA program in Seoul but hesitated, worried about distance. One night, sitting on a bench with her head on your shoulder, you spoke firmly: “If Seoul is what you need for your writing, we’ll make it work. I’ll visit every weekend. Or… I can look for opportunities there too. I’m not letting distance pull us apart again. You’re my priority now, Seoyeon. Always.”

She kissed you deeply that night, tears in her eyes, murmuring how much your words meant to her.

The friend group, of course, was thrilled but insatiably curious. A week before graduation, Tae-sung organized one final big gathering at the pojangmacha near campus, the same place where Seoyeon had first confessed. The six of you filled a table with grilled meats, soju, and endless banchan. Laughter echoed as you reminisced about the mixer that had fused your groups years earlier.

At one point, the girls, Seoyeon, Ji-eun, and Min-kyung, excused themselves to the restroom together. The guys stayed at the table. Tae-sung immediately leaned in with a grin. “So, Hyun-woo… spill it. You two have been glued at the hip since the confession. How far have you gone? Don’t tell me you’re still acting like middle-schoolers.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, cheeks heating, but the soju loosened your tongue. “Just kissing,” you admitted with a shy laugh. “Lots of kissing. Holding each other. I want our first time to be… right. Special. After everything we’ve been through, it deserves to mean something.”

Tae-sung clapped you on the back while Ji-hoon nodded approvingly. “Respect, man. But don’t wait too long—graduation is basically tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, in the restroom, the girls surrounded Seoyeon. Ji-eun, ever the bold one, asked directly: “Unnie, be honest. Have you and Hyun-woo… you know?”

Seoyeon shook her head, smiling softly. “Only kissing. Deep, beautiful kissing. He’s been so patient and romantic. It makes me love him even more. We both want the first time to feel special after all these years.”

Ji-eun squealed while Min-kyung hugged her gently. The groups reunited with knowing looks but didn’t tease further, respecting the depth of your shared history.

Graduation came and went in a blur of gowns, photos, and tearful goodbyes. Two days later, with the campus emptying and your friends beginning their moves, you and Seoyeon finally had true privacy. Your parents had helped you rent a small, cozy apartment near the KAIST area for the summer transition, simple but yours. Seoyeon had decided to defer her MFA start by a semester to stay in Daejeon with you.

The evening arrived naturally. You had cooked a simple meal together, her favorite kimchi jjigae, and shared a bottle of wine on the small balcony overlooking the city lights. Conversation flowed easily, laced with years of memories and new affection.

“Hyun-woo,” she whispered later, standing in the living room with you, arms wrapped around your waist. “I’m ready. I want you. All of you.”

You cupped her face, heart pounding. “I want you too, Seoyeon. More than anything. I love you.”

You led her to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation and tenderness. Clothes came off slowly, reverently. You peeled away her blouse, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin, her collarbones, the soft swell of her breasts, her stomach, whispering how beautiful she was, how you had dreamed of this. She trembled under your touch, her hands exploring your chest and shoulders with equal wonder, tracing the lines of muscle you had built from late-night gym sessions to clear your head during university stress.

When you were both bare, you laid her gently on the bed, covering her body with yours. The feeling of skin on skin was electric. You kissed her deeply, tongues dancing, as your hands roamed. Her breasts were full and soft, nipples hardening under your palms and then your mouth as you sucked one gently, then the other, drawing soft moans from her lips. “Hyun-woo…” she breathed, fingers threading through your hair.

You took your time exploring her. Your hand slid down her toned stomach, between her thighs, finding her already wet and warm. You circled her clit slowly, then dipped a finger inside her tight heat, then two, curling them as she gasped and arched. She was soaking, her walls clenching around your fingers while you kissed her neck and whispered, “You feel perfect. So wet for me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Seoyeon’s hand wrapped around your hard cock, stroking you with shy but eager movements, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head where precum had beaded. “I want you inside me,” she murmured, voice husky with need and love.

You positioned yourself between her spread legs, rubbing your throbbing length along her slick folds before pressing the head against her entrance. Looking into her eyes the entire time, you pushed in slowly. She was incredibly tight, her walls stretching around your thick shaft inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, hot, velvety, perfect. She winced slightly at the fullness, so you paused, kissing her softly until she relaxed.

“I love you,” you groaned as you bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside her. The intimacy was profound, years of friendship, trust, and longing culminating in this union. You stayed still for a moment, savoring how her pussy pulsed around you, then began to thrust gently, building a slow, deep rhythm.

Seoyeon wrapped her legs around your waist, heels digging into your back as she met your movements. Her moans grew louder, sweeter, gasps of your name mixed with cries of pleasure. You made love to her with everything you had: long, deliberate strokes that hit deep, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Your hands held hers above her head, fingers interlaced, as you watched her face contort in ecstasy, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes glazed with love and lust.

You switched positions so she could ride you, her hands on your chest for balance as she sank down onto your cock again. The sight of her above you, breasts bouncing, hair cascading, hips rolling, nearly undid you. You reached up to thumb her clit, feeling her tighten and tremble as her first orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around your shaft, juices coating you as she cried out.

Not long after, you flipped her onto her back again, thrusting harder but still filled with emotion. “Come with me, Seoyeon,” you panted. “I’m so close.”

She nodded, nails digging into your shoulders. Your pace quickened, the wet sounds of your bodies joining filling the room alongside your shared moans. With a deep groan, you buried yourself as far as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside her welcoming heat. The feeling triggered her second climax, her walls milking every drop from you as she shook beneath you.

You collapsed together, sweaty and spent, holding each other tightly. You stayed inside her for a long time afterward, softening slowly while exchanging soft kisses and whispered “I love you”. Tears of overwhelming emotion slipped from both your eyes.

This was more than sex. It was the culmination of a lifetime of connection finally, complete surrender to each other.

In the quiet afterglow, wrapped in sheets and each other’s arms, you knew this was only the beginning of your forever.

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Reflections

tripleS Chaewon x Male Reader 2,584 words

You used to think Chaewon was stronger than anyone you’ve met.

At nineteen, she carried herself like a storm in a small package, sharp black bob haircut swaying with every confident step, feline eyes sparkling with mischief and ambition. She was the girl who dragged you to midnight convenience store runs after grueling dance practices, laughing until her cheeks hurt, belting out idol songs at the top of her lungs even when her voice cracked. Two years of friendship, and you had fallen harder than you ever admitted. You were her safe place. The one she called when the weight of trainee life became too much. The one who held her hair back after her first painful rejection and told her she was going to shine anyway.

Now, that girl was gone.

It started slowly, like cracks spreading across thin ice. The company dropped her four months ago with a cold email: “We regret to inform you that your contract will not be renewed. Your image does not align with our current group concept.” Too short. Too ordinary face. Vocal tone not distinctive enough. Not enough “it factor.” Chaewon read it in your apartment, sitting cross-legged on your couch, and forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Their loss, right?”

You believed her then.

But the smiles stopped coming.

She replaced auditions with soju bottles. Nights out became every night. The black bob that used to be perfectly styled now hung limp and messy around her pale face, uneven because she kept cutting it herself when the anxiety got too loud. Her apartment turned into a battlefield of empty bottles, crumpled soju packs, and clothes that smelled like other men’s cologne.

You tried to be there. You really did.

The first time you confronted her lightly, she had come home with a hickey the size of a coin on her collarbone. “It’s nothing,” she’d snapped, pulling her hoodie higher. “Don’t act like my dad.”

The second time was worse. You picked her up from a club at 4 a.m. after she texted you a garbled “come get me.” She was drunk, mascara streaked, skirt riding up, and there were fingerprints bruised into her thighs. She cried in your car, then laughed hysterically when you tried to talk to her. “At least someone still wants to touch me.”

Tonight, the fracture finally split wide open.

It was 2:47 a.m. when your phone lit up with messages from a mutual friend. The photos made your stomach turn: Chaewon at a dingy bar near Hongdae, laughing too loudly, slumped against a stranger’s chest. His hand was under her skirt. Her eyes were vacant. Another photo showed her stumbling out with him, his arm around her waist like he already owned her for the night.

You didn’t think. You just drove.

Her apartment door was unlocked, again. The stench hit you first: sour alcohol, stale smoke, cheap perfume, and sex. The living room was a disaster. Bottles everywhere. A broken glass by the couch. Her phone lay on the floor with a cracked screen, still playing some sad ballad on loop.

And there she was.

Kim Chaewon sat on the couch in nothing but your old oversized black t-shirt, the one she stole months ago and never gave back. It barely covered the tops of her smooth thighs. Fresh hickeys dotted her neck and collarbone like ugly stamps. Her short black bob was a tangled mess, strands sticking to her tear-streaked, flushed cheeks. She looked tiny. Fragile. Hollow.

She lifted her head slowly when you closed the door. Her eyes, once so sharp and full of fire, were red-rimmed and glassy from drinking.

“…Y/N?” Her voice was raspy, wrecked. “Here to play hero again?”

You stood there, fists clenched at your sides, heart twisting violently. “What the fuck, Chaewon? Look at yourself.”

She laughed. It was an ugly, bitter sound that ended in a sob she tried to swallow. “Why? So you can tell me how disgusting I am?” She grabbed the half-empty soju bottle beside her and took a long swig, some of it spilling down her chin and onto your t-shirt. “I already know.”

You stepped closer, kicking aside an empty bottle. “This has to stop. You’re destroying yourself. Every night it’s the same shit, different guy, same empty look in your eyes the next day. I can’t keep watching you do this.”

Chaewon’s expression twisted. She stood up too fast and swayed, catching herself on the arm of the couch. The hem of the t-shirt rode up, revealing the curve of her bare ass and more marks on her skin. She didn’t even bother pulling it down.

“You think I don’t know that?” Her voice rose, cracking like glass under pressure. “You think I enjoy waking up in some random guy’s bed smelling like cum and regret? Feeling so fucking used that I want to scrub my skin off?”

Tears welled up again, but she angrily wiped them away.

“I’m nineteen, Y/N. Nineteen! I was supposed to debut this year. I gave up school, friends, everything for that dream. And what do I have now? Nothing. My parents look at me like I’m a failure who wasted their money. My mom told me last week I should just get married early because ‘no one will want a washed-up trainee.’ My dad doesn’t even call anymore.”

She took another step toward you, voice shaking with months of suppressed pain.

“Every time I look in the mirror I see why they dropped me. Too plain. Too short. My voice cracks when I’m nervous. My dancing isn’t sharp enough. I’m not special. I’m just… ordinary. And it fucking hurts.” Her small hands clenched into fists. “So yeah, I drink until I can’t feel it. I let strangers fuck me because for ten minutes I’m not worthless. I’m wanted. Desired. Even if they don’t remember my name after they cum.”

You felt your chest cave in. The girl you loved, yes, loved, was breaking right in front of you, and every word carved deeper.

“Chaewon…” you tried, voice rough.

“No!” she shouted, shoving your chest hard. “Don’t give me that pity look! I see it every time you look at me now. The disappointment. The same fucking look everyone gives me. Even you.” Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “You used to look at me like I was going to be a star. Now you just look at me like I’m pathetic. Like I’m already ruined.”

She shoved you again, harder, her whole body trembling.

“I hate myself!” The words tore out of her like a scream. “I hate how empty I feel. I hate waking up alone after they leave. I hate that the only time I feel anything is when someone’s inside me, even if it’s rough and meaningless. At least then I’m not thinking about how I failed at the one thing I was good at.”

Her voice dropped to a broken whisper, but the pain in it was deafening.

“And the worst part? I see how you look at me when I talk about the guys. Your jaw clenches. Your eyes get dark. You want me too, don’t you? But you’re too good to touch someone as dirty as me now.” She laughed bitterly through her tears. “So go on. Tell me how disgusting I am. Tell me I’m a slut. Tell me you’re done with me. Just… make me feel something real for once.”

The air between you was suffocating, thick with rage, heartbreak, years of unspoken longing, and a dark, dangerous hunger that had finally clawed its way to the surface.

You grabbed her wrist when she tried to shove you again, pulling her closer. Her tear-stained face was inches from yours, lips parted, breathing ragged. The tension snapped taut like a wire about to cut skin.

This wasn’t going to end with words.

The silence after her broken confession lasted less than three heartbeats.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her back against the wall. Chaewon gasped sharply, but her eyes blazed with fury and desperate hunger. Before she could spit another insult, your mouth crashed into hers in a violent kiss. Teeth clashed. Tongues fought. She bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and you retaliated by shoving your hand between her thighs, finding her completely bare and already soaking wet.

“Fucking slut,” you growled against her mouth, plunging two thick fingers deep into her tight cunt without warning. Chaewon cried out, her walls clenching greedily around the sudden intrusion. “This pussy is dripping just from fighting with me?”

“Shut up–” she hissed, but her hips rolled shamelessly against your hand, chasing the rough friction. You curled your fingers viciously, stroking that spongy spot inside her while your thumb ground hard circles on her swollen clit. Her short black bob bounced as her head thrashed against the wall, tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks.

You ripped your fingers out, spun her around, and shoved her face-first against the wall. The oversized t-shirt was yanked up to her waist in one brutal motion. You freed your aching cock, thick and rock-hard, from your pants and slapped it against her soaked folds.

“You want to feel something real?” You pressed the fat head against her entrance, teasing her dripping hole. “Then take it.”

You slammed into her in one savage thrust, burying every inch inside her scorching, velvety heat. Chaewon screamed, her pussy spasming wildly around your girth. She was impossibly tight, fluttering and gushing around you as you stretched her open.

“Fuck–-too big–!!” she sobbed, nails scraping down the wallpaper.

You didn’t give her time to adjust. You pulled back and started pounding her with merciless force, hips snapping forward so hard her small body jolted with every thrust. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the messy apartment. You gripped her narrow waist with bruising strength, yanking her back onto your cock like a toy.

“This is what you wanted, right?” you snarled, leaning over her to bite the side of her neck hard enough to leave another mark on top of the ones from last night. “Getting fucked like a worthless whore. No more random cocks, Chaewon. This sloppy little cunt is mine now.”

“Yes–fuck—I–hate you—” she moaned brokenly, pushing her ass back to meet your brutal thrusts. Her walls clenched rhythmically, milking your shaft as you railed her against the wall. You reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing her closer to the edge.

She came violently within minutes, her whole body seizing, pussy squirting around your pistoning cock, juices running down her trembling thighs. She screamed your name mixed with curses, but you didn’t slow down. You fucked her straight through her orgasm, chasing your own anger.

You pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her. Chaewon’s legs wrapped around your waist instinctively as you carried her to the couch and bent her over the armrest. Her perfect ass was presented to you, red from the impact of your hips. You spanked her hard, once, twice, three times, leaving bright handprints on her pale skin before slamming back inside her from behind.

Deeper. Harder. Meaner.

You gripped her messy black bob like reins, yanking her head back sharply as you destroyed her pussy. Every thrust made her small tits bounce under the bunched-up t-shirt. You reached around to pinch and twist her sensitive nipples, making her wail.

“Tell me how many guys fucked this hole this week,” you demanded, slamming into her so deep your balls slapped against her clit.

“Three—ahh—fuck—four!” she sobbed, voice hoarse. “But none felt like this, none of them—”

“Good.” You fucked her even harder, the couch scraping across the floor from the force. “You’re going to feel me for days. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to.”

Chaewon came again, harder this time, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she squirted all over your cock and the floor. Her cries were raw, broken, filled with months of pain and relief.

But something shifted.

The brutal rhythm slowed. Your grip on her hair loosened, turning into something closer to a caress. You pulled out, turned her over, and carried her to the bed with surprising gentleness. When you laid her down and climbed on top of her, Chaewon’s tear-filled eyes met yours, vulnerable, exhausted, and full of something deeper than lust.

You pushed back inside her slowly, inch by inch, until you were buried to the hilt. This time you didn’t pound her. You rolled your hips in deep, languid strokes, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Chaewon whimpered, wrapping her arms and legs around you tightly, clinging like she was afraid you’d disappear.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, fresh tears spilling down her temples into her black hair. “I’m so sorry for everything…”

You kissed her tears away, then captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss full of emotion. Your cock dragged along every sensitive ridge inside her, filling her completely with every gentle but powerful thrust.

“I’ve got you,” you murmured against her mouth. “I’m not leaving. Never again.”

The sex turned achingly tender. Long, sensual strokes. Skin sliding against skin. You cradled her face in both hands, thumbs brushing her wet cheeks while you made love to her. Chaewon’s walls fluttered and clenched around you, pulling you deeper as another orgasm began building, this one slower, heavier, devastating.

You kept the pace steady, grinding deep, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her swollen lips. “I love you, Chaewon. Even like this. Especially like this.”

That broke her.

Her third orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Chaewon cried out, loud, raw, and completely undone, her entire body shaking violently beneath you. Her pussy spasmed endlessly around your cock, milking you with powerful contractions as she squirted again, soaking both of you. Tears poured down her face in heavy streams. She sobbed openly, clinging to you desperately, burying her face in your neck as wave after wave of pleasure and emotion tore through her.

The feeling of her falling apart so completely, crying, trembling, giving herself to you fully, pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt. Pulse after heavy pulse, filling her until it overflowed and leaked out around your shaft.

You stayed inside her, softening slowly, holding her through the intense aftershocks. Chaewon kept crying softly against your chest, her small body trembling in your arms. You stroked her messy black bob, kissed her forehead, her damp temples, her swollen lips, whispering soothing words until her sobs gradually quieted into exhausted sniffles.

“I was so scared…” she whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. “I thought I’d lost everything… including you.”

“You haven’t lost me,” you said, pulling the covers over your tangled bodies while staying buried deep inside her warmth. “We’re going to fix this. Together. No more running. No more strangers.”

Chaewon nodded weakly, pressing her face tighter against your chest. For the first time in months, the emptiness in her eyes was gone, replaced by fragile hope and exhaustion.

She fell asleep like that: wrapped around you, your cum slowly leaking out of her, tears drying on her cheeks, your hand gently stroking her short black hair.

The storm wasn’t over. But for tonight, in the wreckage of her apartment and her broken heart, Chaewon finally felt safe.

[mascarponny]

Mine to Entwine

tripleS Jiyeon x M! Reader

Tags : smut, angst, vanilla, pregananant // Wordcount : 6k~

TW : contains pregnancy sex

“wHen ARe yOu ExpeCTinG?

Can you believe that?! They asked me the same exact question for at least three times! Jeez.”

You laugh watching Jiyeon sulk. Your wife looks cuter when she is angy–intentional, she’s that cute. 

It is three years into your marriage, and you have yet to have a child. It is supposedly by design, as the both of you have agreed to be childfree for the first five years. But, it seems like the talks from last night’s Christmas Eve have gotten under her skin.

“So like, do you actually want to have one or is it just you being annoyed?” you lean on the kitchen counter, watching her scramble some eggs.

“Well, I, uhm. It would be nice to have one that’s for sure,” hesitation in her voice. Albeit you’re facing her back, it is very apparent that she is blushing behind the stove top.

You chuckle at it. 

“That can’t do. This is a very serious matter, Ji Suh-yeon. You can’t just say that about having a kid. Very, very serious this is,” your tone is threatening, though you mean it to be playful.

She can feel your hand enveloping her from behind. Your presence looming over her as she leans back. “Heh, scaryy~ is what you want me to say after hearing you say my full government name right?” she elbows you right on your liver–height difference can sometimes be an advantage.

You step back in pain. Lucky you that she didn’t choose your balls as the target of the attack, but still, several grunts are due. “I’m joking babe, damn.”

A smirk of victory is something rightful only to her, as you can see Jiyeon put up her hands on her hips in this pose of pride and satisfaction. What even is she proud about? Well, probably the fact that you’re on your knees right now.

That being said, the view from below and behind your wife makes it seem like you are the one victorious instead. It is her glorious toned legs and butt, which, once you indulge in it, is always a win in any scenario. Lost the fight but won the war, one might say.

“Anyway, I kinda understand it now, you know?”

Still in between grunts; “What?”

“Having children.”

You don’t answer. Let the silence marinate, the answer is best served ready and cooked.

“At first it was fun. Like, reaaally, genuinely exciting, to spend every single day with the love of my life doing whatever we want. Traveling, working, … fucking, heheh-

But after three years, I kinda feel like I’m satisfied, y’know? Like, I really enjoyed it, these past three years have been nothing but the best years of my life. Serious. And now, I think I’m ready … to have a kid …,

To be a mom.”

You get up slowly, cradling her from behind. “Jiyeon.”

“Hm?” she looks up. Those bright, sparkly, innocent eyes that you’ll never get tired of are looking at you with full anticipation.

“The egg is burnt honey…”

“Oh shit!”

~

Jiyeon is hot.

You can hardly think of anything else when she’s laid bare on the bed. Stomach inches away from your face.

Her belly is wet. The result of your affectionate munches–may or may not be caused from the burnt eggs incident, she is your breakfast for the day. You hang on her tits like it’s a pull up bar.

“Ah! Eheheheh! That tickles!” she coordinated her own hands on top of yours with the relentless squeeze on her cute tits.

Her laughter is cute, which really throws this whole situation off if you’re being honest. Any more of that will definitely replace your burning lust love with a strong urge to cuddle, and possibly with an addition of tickles. So you stop squeezing. She looks confused.

“Let’s just make us a child honey,” you get off of her to undress.

Doesn’t take long to be naked yourself, an effort to bring balance to the nakedness in the room. Jiyeon raises her head, smirking at you. Or is she smirking at your cock? You have no idea, not that you’d care either way.

You go back to the bed–jumping on her like a tiger pouncing its prey.

“Kyah!”

Her limbs are all loosely restrained under yours. Due to the nature of gravity–and the fact that you literally pounced on her–your erected cock is bouncing on and off between the two stomachs.

“...”

“...”

“HAHAHAHAH!” a rather vulgar laughter escapes your mouth, but she’s laughing harder.

“That was so funny!” she says, wiping tears from the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah, I did not expect it to ricochet like that,” you too are tearing up from the laughter.

“And like, the feel on my stomach,” she rubs hers in circling motion. “It’s like I’m being massaged by one of those massaging guns y’know. Pfft!”

“Haaah …”

“Heh.

Wanna continue?” she asks. 

Of course you do. You lower your head. She closes her eyes. The soft sensation of her lips ignites the romance once more. It’s weird. You’ve kissed her countless times before. Being, well, your wife and all. But you never get tired of it. You never get tired of her taste, of her smell, of her.

You love Jiyeon.

Ah.

A string of drool connects the lips as you unlatch. Her eyes, pearly, pretty, are staring at you. An unspeakable bond is formed, or rather, strengthened. You give her one more quick smooch before reluctantly breaking eye contact. Looking down, she’s already squirming. Rubbing her inner thighs together, her legs fidget closer. Higher, too. she’s rubbing your balls with her inner thigh.

You move down. But not without planting a plethora of smooches all the way. It’s essential for you to taste her entire body before breaking into her most sacred–almost a ritual at this point. An appetizer is crucial in a five-course meal.

She still laughs amongst the moans elicited from the barrage of kisses, but you can feel the weight of expectancy from those. She wants you.

You spend a bit more time on her belly button than the others. You kiss it, lick it, suck it. Let her feel your-

Smack!

“Awch?”

In the middle of her panting breaths, she says; “Cmoon, don’t tease me any long-kyaah!”

In an abrupt motion you bring her legs up, simultaneously lifting her body from the chest down. You sit on your knees and plant her toes on the sides of her head. Putting an armlock around her hamstrings. You effectively folded your wife in this position, presenting her entire crotch right in front of your face. A revenge for the slap earlier.

“Hang on! Waitwaitwai-eEEK!”

You dive in. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? Your wife’s holes are displayed on a silver platter. Of course you’re eating her out.

I’ll eat(you) well.

Start slow. Kissing every area but her folds, including her puckered hole. Her hole is wet, that’s a given, but not so much around it. The objective is to spread everything evenly. The hidden objective is to torture her for the sake of it.

You lap her up like you would an ice cream. Licks, licks, licks, ooh, it’s her ass! Insert.

“Aghhhh!” her ass trembles when your tongue invades the tight hole.

You move your head up and down, stretching the rim with the repeated thrust of your tongue. Not the easiest thing to do, but her hole is very accommodating. A sign of complete trust.

“Ngghh! Fuck, FUCK! Stopstopstop-”

And so you stop.

“Huh? Why’d you stop?! I was close!” she hits your sides with her free hand.

Without any warning you release your right hand to stick your middle finger knuckle deep inside her ass. It silenced her immediately. You start rotating the finger inside, clockwise. Pretending to search her pleasure point–you already know where it is.

“There~” you say, shortly before she squirts uncontrollably.

You wait until her high is over, Jiyeon is quietly enjoying it. 

Zero fucks were given as to where she sprays, as your face became the reservoir–not that you’d mind.

.

.

.

“Are you done?”

“Oh fuck you,” she says, weakly. Her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah that’s the main goal here,” you smooch her folds one last time before putting her back down. Must’ve been sore to cum in such a position. A good thing that she’s flexible–years of ballet came in clutch.

You let her rest, as you need one too for a cooldown. Though it doesn’t last long, as she calls you with “Breed me babe, c’mon!” as she’s tapping her own belly.

Well, if she insists, a good husband will oblige.

You approach her. Once again lifting her legs, you’re only half-folding her now, as you hoist her legs up onto your shoulders. You position yourself right below her, hips already sticking. You lean in, watching her sweaty, sweety face. Ah, what a beauty.

“You ready honey?”

She excitedly nods. “I said breed me. Daddy.”

You chuckle. She’s exactly how you would picture a girl getting a sweet treat. Only this time the treat is in the form of a male reproductive organ.

You hold your fully erect shaft, tapping it several times onto her entrance. She giggles. She really is weak to tickles.

You pull your hips back a little. She looks at you, and you look at her. Your tip is already sticking. Eye contact is never broken as you slowly move forward. She gasps, a moan is next. She’s looking at you deeper, somehow. As deep as you are within her warmth.

“Mmhh,” she’s biting her bottom lips, trying so hard to maintain eye contact.

You can relate to her struggles, as you are literally one with each other. It takes a huge willpower to not throw your head back and groan in satisfaction. The pleasure she offers is unbeatable, and you are pretty sure she feels exactly the same.

“Fuck,” you hold it at the deepest point. You lean into her, cradling her jaw to give her a kiss. She does the same, swiftly moving her legs to wrap around you.

“Ah,” a symphony of moaning escapes our lips once they leave each other.

Jiyeon briefly stares at you within that inch of a distance, before releasing her hold from your jaw to throw her hands up. Her armpit’s exposed, complete with a taunting smirk. Jiyeon is stretching her back, arching her flexible body. You are forced to back away, shifting your gaze onto her alluring body. Damn.

You hold her cherry firmly, which earns a chuckle or two, before rocking your hips back and forth. Purposely setting the rhythm slow to see her squirm beneath you. Another sight of her you wouldn’t ever get tired of.

You draw this out for as long as you can. Holding your own desire to completely break her. That’s because you know your wife well. You know that when she can hold it off no longer, it will be herself that’s asking to be broken.

It doesn’t take that long. 

“Argh!” she reacts to your tip hitting her deepest point, for the umpteenth time. You never pull any further than about ¾ of your length, letting most of it rest inside. Turning it up and around, stirring her up–body and mind alike.

“Fuck - me - seriously -,” she suddenly grabs your forearm, looking at you with a begging eye. “Please.”

You rock your hips one last time then move the grasp on her breast towards her arching back. Leaning back down, technically hugging her hot–both figuratively and literally–body. You position your mouth right beside her ear to whisper to her. “At your service my queen.”

The room blends into nothing but screams of pleasure and delight once you start to fuck her in the way a beast would. She moans, you groan, the claps, you both bite each other.

Time stretches itself, you feel like you’ve been fucking her for an eternity. At the same time, it feels too short for it to be over as you start to feel that familiar knot in your groin.

“Grrh. Shit.”

She notices. She stops her bites on your neck, tapping your cheek. You understand the signal, lifting your head to stick your forehead onto each other.

“Fuck! Inside, put that baby in me!”

You can’t muster an answer anymore. In response, you pound harder. Her legs locking your back as strong as your pummeling gets until eventually you can no longer move. You thrust one last time, the deepest so far.

You both scream into each other's mouth as you shoot ropes and ropes of baby batter right into her baby factory.

Then silence. Time stops itself altogether. Your world shrinks until Jiyeon is the only one left. Her happy face. Her hot breaths. Her heaving chest. Her limbs, shackling you. Her clammy surface. Her warm, tight, and filled pussy. She is your entire world.

Your hug on her gets tighter. You nuzzle into her neck for a brief moment before lifting your head to look straight at her.

Weakly, you muster. “You’ve been nothing but submissive and breedable tonight babe, thank-”

The echo of a slap is heard throughout the room. Alerting each and every living being in the vicinity with the sole exception of you. You couldn’t even get the chance to see Jiyeon’s tomato face as your consciousness left you way sooner than anybody thought. 

“Ah…, oops…” 

“Did I seriously pass out like that? From a single slap?”

Jiyeon laughs in the shower. “Yep! So weak! Who would’ve known?”

You laugh in accordance, before flushing the toilet. “Can I join?”

You can hear the water stop. “Sure. No sex though-” she looks surprised when you enter the shower. Jiyeon faces you while looking down and rubbing her lower belly, treating it like the world’s greatest treasure–it is, she is. “I wanna…, feel it. Y’know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

~

Three weeks later. Jiyeon suddenly rushes in the work room, in the middle of your meeting with clients from overseas. You glance at her over the computer screen.

“Honey! I missed my period!” she shouts.

You gasp, along with several clients inside the screen. You try to not show your immense elation. That said, you cannot lie to yourself. A big grin is there for everyone to see. Some who catch it on screen express congratulations.

You go and hug your happy wife as soon as the meeting is over.

~

“What is it honey?”

“I don’t feel like finishing this, it just, I dunno, tastes weird…, urp!”

“Okay, it’s fine. I’ll just ask for a box. Are you not hungry though? You’ve barely eaten anything since morning,” you pull the kimchi fried rice out of her sight. It is her favorite meal, and she’s barely taken a spoon or two.

“Well, I’ll be lying if I say I don’t, but I really don’t feel like eating anything right now,” she frowns.

“-that being said, I do crave a nutella sandwich.”

“Ah, okay. That’s, yeah, we have those at home, let’s go back-”

“-with onions. Raw, uncooked, onions,” her mouth flashes a nasty grin. Must be the pregnancy cravings.

“O-okay…, we can stop by a market on the way home…”

~

Eight weeks later. Jiyeon goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night. She’s been going at it, back and forth, for at least five times in every hour.

You raise your head from the pillow as she comes back to the bed. She turns on the bedlight.

“Honey, I think my breasts swell, it’s been really sore for a few days now. Look,” she’s pulling her pajamas up. They’re indeed swelling up.

“Oooh, my steak too juicy, my lobster too buttery-”

“Not funny.”

“Sorry. Well, how do you feel about it?”

“I dunno…, it just feels weird. I feel, kinda bad, I guess? But not so much that it makes me…, huft, I dunno babe.”

You sit straight up to hug her, still topless. “Hey, I’m always here for you okay?”

She hugs back. You can feel her shoulders slack. “Thanks. Ah, gotta pee again-”

“Need help with that?”

She laughs. Standing up, she farts right in front of your face then sticks out her tongue. “Bweeeh~”

~

Jiyeon is getting bigger, literally. Her entire body is swelling up. She notices it herself in one morning before going to work.

“Babe?”

“Yea?” you stick your head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth.

“I’m getting fat,” she shows you her belly. Her pants couldn’t even be zipped all the way up.

“...so?”

She frowns. Clearly unsatisfied with your response. “What do you mean ‘so’? I’m getting fat! Don’t you hate it?! Don’t you hate it when your wife is getting fat and ugly?!”

There are tears flowing through her cheeks. You take your toothbrush out of your mouth and approach her crying self. “What do you mean ugly?”

“...”

You step closer towards her. “You’re still Jiyeon. My wife. The love of my life. The girl I will ask out 10 times out of 10, no matter what conditions she’s in. You’re never ugly to my eyes honey, ever,” you open your arms.

Jiyeon jumps to it. Quietly sobbing on your chest as you pat her back.

~

It is right around the time for the first trimester to end. Your wife has been looking rough all throughout. You’ve been regularly taking her to Sins, a GP(General Practitioner), since the fifth week, they say this is the time for her symptoms to get worse–worst, even. As a good husband–and how every husband should–you’ve been patiently attending to her every need.

As she wakes up this morning, you’re already in the kitchen. A pregnant woman needs an adequate amount of nutrition to sustain both the body of the mother and the needs of the child. It’s a bit complicated on this front, since Jiyeon’s taste buds have been everything but normal. She’s barely eating anything but her cravings. According to her, all foods taste bland and weirdly metallic–except the food she craves. To tackle that, you’ve been cooking in small portions. Eating small but frequently really helps her to take in those much needed nutritions.

Today, the menu is baked salmon with mashed potato and stir fried asparagus. Jiyeon entered the kitchen looking beat up. She hasn’t had a good night sleep for some time now, bladder problems.

“Mornin’ babe,” she groggily says, almost missing the kitchen counter as she’s putting her arms down.

“Morning! Feeling good?”

“Nope,” she slumps. Her sighs audible through the counter.

“Wanna go out this week? We can go to the beach, been quite a while since last time,” you present her your cooking. Not the best, but you did what you could.

She raises her head to smile at you. “Thanks, but I’ll pass,” she lazily grabs a fork and takes a chunk out of the salmon, wincing once it enters her mouth. Though, she still finished her plate in the end.

You can only smile in response.

~

Jiyeon is well into three weeks of the second trimester. Her tummy is getting bigger. The baby bump is getting more and more apparent as time goes. Weirdly enough, she’s really, really energized for the past two weeks or so. Gone were the days of her in the gloomy, dark aura.

“Babe!”

“Yea?” you lift your head up from the computer screen. Jiyeon is sneaking into your side in the work room.

“Let’s go to the beach tomorrow!” it’s Friday. A weekend date would be a nice change of pace.

You smile earnestly in agreement. Also remembering what she said the day before when you’re consulting Sins the GP.

.

”The mood swings might reduce, conversely, her appetite might increase a lot as the placenta fully took over the role as the baby’s main source of food instead of the yolk sac within the uterus like it was before. But mister husband over here should still be cautious at all times, the growth spurt of a baby is usually very quick in the second trimester-”

“So can we have sex now?” Jiyeon says, out of bumfuck nowhere, without an ounce of shame.

.

You almost spit your coffee remembering that moment.

The beach looks lovely. Almost as lovely as your wife laying beside you, without a single piece of clothing on her pregnant body. You two are lying on the sand, covered with nothing but a thin piece of blanket.

You’re spooning her, just as naked as she is.

“Don’t. Move!” she orders, there’s an elderly couple passing by. The grandpa looks at you for a second and immediately gives you a wink. Dude knows what’s up.

You’re already halfway inside, actually. Much to her insistence. 

Recalling it, it was her that wanted to do this.

.

“You bring extra clothes right?”

“Uh, yeah? Do you wanna swim there? I mean, the doctor says it’s good to be physical, swimming is a whole lot of that.”

“Yeyeyeah. Swimming, sure. Noot noot,” she chuckled to herself as she packed up her clothes earlier in the afternoon.

Fast forward to now, you’re fucking your pregnant wife. At the beach, with buttloads of people around, with nothing but a flimsy sheet as a cover. Jiyeon is hardcore.

It would be wrong to say that you don’t appreciate this though. You’ve been sexually deprived for a little more than three months. Which you initially have no qualms about, until she asks you about it. Until she orders you to get rid of your swimwear. Until she told you to fuck her from behind. Because now, you feel like you are at your hardest, biggest erection of your entire life.

She’s not that much different either. Ever since you shifted her bikini thong aside, she’s already drenched. To say that she’s turned on by all of this would be such a massive understatement. Your wife couldn’t even properly speak as you inserted your whole shaft. She’s immediately squirting on you, which you take as a signal to start moving.

The entire ordeal has to be kept in secret, somehow. None of you dare to make a noise, all the more a moan. Jiyeon even has to cover her mouth as she’s squirting earlier.

“You dirty, dirty mother!” you whisper into her shuddering ear as you start moving.

You fuck her in a pace no more than a measly rustle. Nonetheless, the sensation is heaven. Her walls have never been this tight, this hot. You hold on to her swelling breast, twisting her enlarging nipples as you cork your cock inside her cave.

“Fuck,” a moan finally escapes your mouth. You’re close.

Jiyeon can only whimper as she pushes her hips back ever so slightly, chasing her own high as much as you are. You move your hands toward her hips, pushing it back. Your own hips meet it in the middle, crashing forward. Her hand accidentally slipped.

“AH!”

You immediately cover it again. Every pair of eyes focus on your place for a slight second. Shit. You’re throbbing, she’s tightening.

“Shoot!” a kid shouts from afar.

Shoot. Your dick erupts inside.

Shit!. Jiyeon rolls her eyes back as she’s squirting the second time, much stronger than before.

Your body shudders, as seismic as hers.

~

“That was insane,” you say, one hand on the wheels, one hand holding hers.

“We were. I didn’t think you would agree to fuck me right then and there,” she responds, chuckles in between.

“Heh. Well, you asked for it.”

“Don’t give me that! You’re already hard when I put on the bikini back in the house!” she shoots you a teasing look.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be honest. It’s been awhile okay? Can’t hold myself back when you’re wearing something like that. Absolute Cinema,”

“Haha-hands on the wheels you idiot!”

You almost swerve, almost. “Kidding~”

“You fucker-, that was not funny!” she’s seriously angry.

Gulp. “Sorry.”

She throws her face aside, but not letting go of your hands. You’re gonna spend the remaining trip in silence. Or at least you think so before she suddenly, excitedly, jumps on her seat. 

“Honey!”

“W-what?”

“It’s moving!”

“What?”

“The baby is kicking!”

~

It’s late into the half of Jiyeon’s pregnancy. And you’re presented with both good news and a bad one.

Good news first. As Jiyeon’s tummy keeps swelling impossibly larger, the doctor recommends you to take a more accurate sonography. Surprise, surprise, Jiyeon is carrying a twin! (presumably)It’s a boy and a girl too! She’s never been more elated to hear something before. While you on her side is crying, the tears of happiness wouldn’t stop coming out.

The bad news is, well, it’s a twin. Jiyeon’s body will be shocked, without a shadow of doubt. Albeit she’s well toned and flexible from her ballet training, Jiyeon is still nowhere near a big girl. Her physiology isn’t exactly the most suited to birth a child, since her hips are actually thinner than most, let alone a twin that is. The only thing the two of you can do to mitigate the risk from birthing the children is to let Jiyeon train her body as best as she could, in this remaining half of pregnancy.

You could only hope for the best for her.

~

Gharlkl!

You pat your wife’s back. She’s slumped in front of the toilet. It has been a rough few weeks. She hasn’t had much sleep, if any. Jiyeon has stopped coming to work ever since the twentieth week. You too spent the entirety of your days accompanying her. You have never felt more grateful for the fact that your work is mostly done from the convenience of your own home. So you can spend more time by her side.

“It’s okay honey, I can-urp!”

You rub her back gently. Your other hand is binding her long hair off her neck, keeping it clean from both the toilet surface and the splash of everything.

You two spend the next 10 minutes in the bathroom.

“You think I can do it?”

You look at her by your side. She’s sleeping to her right, facing you(it is recommended for a pregnant woman to sleep by their side). You don’t answer, but swipe the strands of hairs off her forehead. She’s such a mess, so fragile, so small, so pure.

“I’ve been thinking, y’know. What if I don’t make it? Will you be able to handle everything alone? I mean, it’s a twin, a boy and a girl. You could hardly do housework as it is, let alone do those AND take care of the kids-” she laughs.

“Haaah…, you’ll be overwhelmed…,

-honey? I’m serious, in the off chance that I’m not surviving, I want you to know that it’s completely okay to marry another-”

You hug her. You don’t need to hear those. You don’t want to hear it. Not now. Not ever.

“You will make it honey. I swear it. We will take care of the kids together.”

Silence. No voice comes out of anybody’s mouth after. You can feel warm wet spots on your chest. She can maybe feel those same wet spots on her forehead.

Neither slept that night.

~

“Huufffff. Haaaap. Huuufffffffftt,” Jiyeon is on the mat, doing some light yoga with a trainer in front and you behind her. You have transformed the garage into a makeshift homegym. The car can park elsewhere, lots of parking space in the city anyway.

She has a scheduled workout now. Four to five times a week. One day consisting of yoga and stretching and three consisting of weightlifting, minimum. To your eyes, she’s been cruising through everything, easily.

“Haaaaahhhh~” Jiyeon sits while slumping her body forward in a perfect split. Her pregnant tummy is huge, but she’s still as flexible as ever.

“That concludes the training for today! Do you feel good, miss Jiyeon?” the trainer approaches her, gently tapping her shoulder.

“Y-yes ma’am! Never felt better,” she shoots her a smile. The trainer smiles back in relief.

“That’s good then. I’ve been through pregnancy myself, and I can tell you that the decision to workout, even in the middle of it, is never bad! Oh, you’re on week 30 now right?”

Jiyeon is slowly nodding. The trainer continues to yap for at least 20 minutes before she’s off. Your ears are burning up by the end of it, and you’re pretty sure Jiyeon shares the sentiment.

“Phew. What a woman honestly,” she slowly throws her body on the mat.

“Yeah. It's insane. I bet she doesn’t even notice that her body is very buff. Nien, was it? Cool name. Would be even cooler if she’s more socially aware though.”

You both laugh together, filling the empty space with joy. At least, that’s what she wants you to think.

You understand her. She probably understands that you do. But she has been giving nothing but fake laughs, fake smiles, fake everything. She keeps telling everyone that everything is okay. Everyone believes her, too. With the sole exception of you. 

You know for a fact that she is actually terrified.

~

It’s week 35. A little more than a month before what many consider as a normal birth. Jiyeon has never looked so rough. She can barely pass through each day with your help, let alone her workout schedules. 

But, she already gained what you think is a mother’s energy. She never gives up when it comes to the babies interest. She eats what’s considered good for their nutrition, regardless of the fact that she almost always vomits it out–then eats some more. She trains very hard, regardless of the fact that her body is literally breaking to accommodate the babies in her. She even helps you out in preparing the kids room, something the two of you had planned long before she even got pregnant.

“What do you think our boy would like?” she’s sitting beside the kids' bed this evening, instead of resting like what everyone else told her to. Jiyeon is looking at you while resting her head on the edge of it.

You look at her from the top of the ladder, currently placing the decoration. It’s an ornament of classic games from your olden days. You like games, so it’s only natural for your son to like it too, right? “I dunno, games perhaps?”

She laughs. Her voice so free, her expression so serene. Jiyeon is so beautiful.

“That’s such a you answer, y’know. Heh.”

“Well that’s because that, right there, is my son!” you jump off the ladder. Landing right in front of your lovely wife. You give her shoulders a rowdy massage. “He might even make annoying his mother as his hobby too, who knows~”

You immediately get a slap. Right on your balls.

Urgh. 

You roll around the floor, squirming in front of her laughing face. “That’s a critical hit damn.”

She laughs harder. “Yeah, I would not be surprised if our daughter will be the type to discipline her own father.”

Suddenly she groans. A guttural sound straight from her core. It sounds painful.

“Honey! Are you okay?!” you shot up from the ground to tend her hunched body.

“Nggrrrhh. Cramps. It’s all over my body. Shit, that’s so fucking painful. Fuck!”

You give her a hand to hold. She’s going at it. By the end of those painful moments, you find your hand bleeding from her grip.

~

Week 36. You’ve been regularly going for check ups. It’s getting more and more frequent, contrary to Jiyeon’s struggle to move around. It gets harder to mobilize her past the third trimester. She feels pain everywhere and every time she moves.

She doesn’t even want to go to the doctor today. You have no choice but to oblige. One look at her and you realize that she’s in massive pain for now.

“Let me rest for the day, yeah?” she’s laying sideways on the couch.

You nod.

“It’s so painful, being a mother. Ah, no no, a soon to be mother, y’know?” she weakly laughs.

You nod, slower.

“Why aren’t you answering? Answer me babe…

I-I, I'm scared. I regret this. I regret being pregnant. I don’t want to be a mother! I-

-Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie!”

You jump forward to hug her. She’s crying uncontrollably in your hold. You swear on your life you will protect hers.

~

“My water broke! Babe my water fucking broke! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”

You wake up immediately to search for the car key. Shit. The car is parked across the town square, in the public parking hall. Why didn’t you bring it back home when you had the chance?!

“Babe! Hurry the fuck up! Aaaaaaaarghh!”

You panic. Theoretically, you could run to fetch the car, but that would take no less than 20 minutes. Shit! Should you borrow from the neighbour? They know your wife is pregnant, but then you look at the clock. It is 2am. Fuck!

“BABE!” she shouts. Already sitting up on the bed.

You hurriedly reach for your phone. The GP. That is an option. You call the number, Sins doesn’t respond. FUCK!

You’re desperate. Jiyeon is groaning in pain behind your back. You say fuck it, just call your neighbours. ANY of them would do.

The first choice is Star. The chef across the street. You call his number, to no avail.

You don’t give up. There’s one right beside your house. You never know what his name is, so you name his contact as Duckduck–there’s two big statues of duck in front of the house for whatever reason. You call his number, ‘the number you’re trying to reach is not available right now, leave a message-’’.

Holy fucking shit that’s 0-3. Your wife is starting to cry. It’s been almost 10 minutes since her water broke.

Then you remember a trusted gentleman. An old friend of yours you can always rely on. Emrys. You call his number.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Click,

“Hello?”

“YES!”

“Holy, I know you miss me but chill out my guy. Don’t you have a wife or something-”

“EMRYS CAN YOU PICK US UP MY WIFE IS ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH! PLEASE!”

“Oh shit. I’ll be on my way! Just, hang on a minute aight?”

“THANK YOU SO MUCH.”

You turn to your wincing wife. “It will be here soon honey, the ride. Let’s do a breathing exercise, okay?”

She nods quickly, biting her bottom lips.

“Breathe in - breathe out - breathe in - breathe out.”

It’s not even five minutes later that you hear a honk from upfront. Emrys has come to the rescue.

You walk outside, Jiyeon is on your left, her hand is holding your body, the other her own stomach.

“Oh shit,” Emrys' eyes widened as he sees you walking with your wife through the door. Never in his life that he’d expect your wife’s tummy to be that big. He immediately gets out of the car to open the door to the backseat.

You and him help your wife enter the car, with much difficulty.

“St. Peter Hospital. Please hurry Em.”

“Will do.”

The ride to the hospital is nothing but chaos. Since Emrys is speeding the shit out of his car, the bumps are felt quite clearly on the passengers. Which in turn hurts Jiyeon’s already hurting tummy. The three of you never stop screaming through the entire trip.

“HERE, WE’VE ARRIVED!” Emrys shouts as he unlocks the door.

“THANK YOU!” you respond.

“AAAAARRGHHHHHH!” Jiyeon…responds.

The hospital crews are thankfully very quick. Immediately bringing in a wheelchair as soon as they see a pregnant woman.

“Should I wait?” Em asks.

“No, this much is enough buddy, thank you so much. You literally saved her life,” you dap him up, it is the crispiest dap to ever dap in the history of dap ups.

~

Your grip never leaves her fist. You waddle through the halls as she is wheeled by the nurse into the LDR Room (Labour, Delivery, Recovery).

The nurse, with your help, positions Jiyeon to her most preferred birth position. She chooses sitting. The doctor arrives not long after, immediately examining her vagina.

“It’s still very early in the labor process, sir, ma’am. The cervix has opened, but only for 4cm. It will open some more, but it might take quite a while. Expect about-” he examines Jiyeon’s body one more time. “5-6 hours. You can rest in the meantime. Now if you’ll excuse me,” the doctor bows to you two.

The nurse does some cleaning here and there, and brings her the birthing clothes to wear later–or now, her choice–before leaving us alone in the room.

“Are you scared?” it’s Jiyeon. Her breaths slowly stabilize.

“Excuse me, miss pretty. I’m not the one that’s pregnant.”

A laughter, small, brief, earnest.

“I am. I am so, so, so, so, so scared right now. Don’t leave me, okay? Don’t let go of me,” she tightens her grip on your hand. You envelop her tiny, trembling hand with the entirety of your palms.

“Never. I’m here honey, I’ll always be here. No need to be scared alright?”

A rosy hue is apparent on her cheeks. “Kissies.”

“Right now?”

“I don’t see a time more fitting than now, honestly-”

You’re not letting her finish the sentence. Your lips wrap themselves around hers. You can feel a bit of the pain she’s been enduring these past few months. The taste of struggles, sour, bitter, metallic. The kiss lasts no longer than the minute passes, but somehow, you find yourself already in the next step of the birthing process.

~

“When it’s time to push, we say push! When it’s time to breathe, we say breathe! Is that understood?”

Jiyeon nods. Her face is paler than the nurse’s gloves. She looks at you with a pleading eyes. A twinge of regret could still be seen from within, but it is overshadowed by the joy, love, and everything else in between. You have only seen that look once before. It was your marriage.

You give your hand to hers, something familiar to hold. It will help the mom feel better, the doctor says.

“Push!”

“AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!”

“Breathe!”

“Huuuuffffttttt.”

“Push!”

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

You honestly have to hold yourself back from screaming as well, as Jiyeon is breaking your fingerbones like it’s a breadstick.

The process goes on and on for about 30 minutes.

“The baby is out! It’s a she!”

You sneak a glance at your wife, she’s already looking at you, smiling. Then you see the baby, still covered in all the liquids. She’s crying.

“Thank God.” Jiyeon sighs.

“Now for the twin!”

“Oh God whatthefuck.” Jiyeon sighs(angrily).

“Push!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHKK!”

~

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful!” tears spring up on your face. You’re holding the babies. The boy is on your right hand, while your left is holding the girl. They’re crying. Full of love, full of life.

“Aw look! The girl’s got your eyes! And our boy’s got your nose, hahah. What should we name them honey?” you look up. Jiyeon doesn’t respond. Understandable. She needed rest, she’s literally been fighting for her life for the past hour. You give her hand a squeeze. It’s cold.

“Sir, would you kindly step back. Now. And please put the baby into the incubator, thank you sir.”

The turn of events happened so fast. You’re not entirely sure what happened. Suddenly you’re outside. Waiting in suffocating, terrifying silence. The last thing you can subtly hear coming out from the doctors mouth was;

“Patient is going through a severe trauma from the blood loss due to the fourth degree vaginal tear. Immediate care is needed. We’re moving her into the ICU.”

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Tosh : Its our graduation next week dad, can you come? Dad : Of course son Yeon : Duh, of course dad can, i told you. Jeez. believe in your dad, AND your big sis for once. Tosh : For the last time, youre only older than me for TWO MINUTES Do NOT call me lil bro. Ever. Yeon : Yeah. thats a whole ass two minutes older than you. Lil bro. Tosh : YOU! DAD, GROUND HER! Dad : Im gonna pretend i didnt see anything… Yeon : :p Tosh : URGH Yeon : Anyway, isn’t it the exact same day as mom’s birthday? Dad : Yeah Tosh : oh really? I didnt notice sorry. Happy birthday momm! Yeon : Happy birthday mom. Dad : Thanks kid, you two are the best thing that ever happened to me. Pretty sure if your moms watching, she would agree with me from up there. Tosh : Aw, suddenly? Thanks dadd Yeon : You’re also the best dad. Ever. Thanks dad.

~~~~~~

Writing this has been fun! Special thanks to : @toshyun for introducing Jiyeon to me, @sinswithpleasure for the extra info on tripleS, @limemrys for being such a cutie || special mention : @starconstruction @ducktoo Cheers!

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The Art of Anal - Prepare Me

tripleS Yubin & Soomin

Tags/TW: GxG, Toys, Anal, Anal Gaping, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Daddy/Mommy Kink

This plays before "Naughty Girl"🙃

It's April 5th, the second day of tripleS’ concert in Seoul was coming to an end. Soomin looked extra gorgeous today, her wavy black hair, the silver hoop earrings and bangle around her arm made her look mature and elegant. Which are things she's usually not described with, goofy and ‘why the fuck does she talk so much’ are more so the usual. Anyway, under that unusual front, there hides something deeper, something lewd. Everyone in the group knows about Yubin’s ‘Anal classes’ by now, Hayeon being the first student. Soomin, of course, heard from her same aged friend how incredible it was. “Soomin-ah, unnie stretched my butthole so carefully… made sure I wasn't in pain. Even ate out my pussy while fucking my butt with that dildo, and swallowed all my cum too. Yubin unnie is such a freak… in the best way!”

The thought of having her own lecture was on Soomin's mind 24/7 afterwards. Although never having indulged in the act of anal sex yet, she's been practicing with some toys by herself. A thin silicone dildo, which she picked up overseas on a little fun night out with the 07z. And Yubin’s gift for her 18th birthday, a crystal plug shaped in a heart, the gem tinted in her representative color. Soomin wore that plug almost every day for at least a couple hours, mostly during practice. She liked how it felt during dancing, how it moved inside her with every step. So naturally, she also was plugged during the whole duration of the concert. Her pussy was extremely wet by the end, a huge wet spot on her cute panties, luckily hidden by her loose pants. But her pussy wasn't the only hole that leaked, her plugged pucker also left a wet spot, although a lot smaller.

During the encore, Soomin shot a wink towards Yubin. She returned a knowing smile, pointing to her butt. Soomin smiled and nodded, wiggling her butt a little. Yubin gave her a thumbs up, the lesson set in stone. They gave the crowd a bow and left the stage, loud cheers and clapping echoes through the venue. Backstage most of the girls went straight to the snack bowl, munching away. Soomin on the other hand went to another room, waiting for her unnie. Yubin grabbed some “utensils” from her bag, always prepared for anal activities. She joined Soomin in the secluded room, smiling wide when opening the door. “Soomin-ah, you really couldn't wait until we're back in the dorms, huh?” Yubin chuckles, closing the door behind her and locking it. “Unnieeee, hehe… noooo, I'm too horny to wait.” she laughs, then biting her finger seductively. Yubin shakes her head, “Alright alright baby girl, what exactly do you want to learn today?” Soomin smiles mischievously, opening her legs and spreading them wide. “Well… Hayeon told me a lot about her last lesson with you aaaaaand… I want that, but more…” Yubin chuckles, “Ohhh, is that so? Are you sure you can handle that? Or better said, can that cute little butthole of yours handle that?” Soomin rolls her eyes, “Unnieeeee of course it can… also… I've come prepared, hehe.” Yubin raises one eyebrow, “Prepared? How so?” Soomin shuffles on the plush couch, shimmying down her black pants. “You remember what you gifted me on my 18th birthday?” Yubin nods, “Hehe, I had it in during the whole concert.”

Yubin’s eyes widened, smirking, “Oh did you, yea? You naughty girl…” Soomin giggles, her pants down to her ankles. She opened her legs again, the wet spot over her core unmistakable, “You weren't lying when you said you're too horny…” Yubin licked her lips while staring at the damp spot. Soomin scoots a little forward, angling her hips upwards. “That's not the only wet spot… hehehe.” Yubin gasps seeing the second spot, “Did you put too much lube in there orrrrr…” Soomin shakes her head, “Only a few little drops, that's all my juice, hehe” her hands wander down to her leaking holes, rubbing her clit through the soaked fabric and taking the base of the plug between her fingers, twisting and pulling it. “So eager… our little SoomSoom grew up so well.” Yubin gets on her knees before her, planting a soft kiss on Soomin's inner thigh. “Unnie… please train my hole nicely…” Yubin smirks and slowly nods, “Of course baby, but first let's get rid of these…” She hooks her fingers into the waistband of Soomin's panties, pulling them towards her ankles. One leg moves out of them, the drenched piece hanging around her right ankle. Yubin licks her lips, “Look at that… such a beautiful little pussy.” Soomin giggles shyly, “Manager-nim likes it too, hehehe.” Yubin’s finger trails down to the wet folds, softly grazing the outer lip. “Manager-him huh? No wonder he's always so happy seeing you. How often has he used this pretty thing? And did he fuck this hole too?” She grabs the plug, pressing it in further. Soomin moans, “mhmm… no… he hasn't… yet. That's why… I wanted… a lesson today… prepare me… for him.” Yubin lets out a soft chuckle, “Prepare you? Oh baby girl… say no more.”

Yubin leans in, her lips touching Soomin's dripping core. She kisses her engorged clit softly, then drags her tongue through the wet valley. Soomin whimpers and moans, “Oh fuck… unnie.” Her hands digging into the cushion, head falling back. “So delicious…” Yubin murmurs, still pulling and twisting on the plug. Then with a slow pull, the bulbous metal emerges. Soomin's pink ring stretched taut around it. With a wet pop, it plops out, leaving Soomin open and leaking. “Beautiful…” Yubin whispered before diving in tongue first, savoring the taste of Soomin's most private parts. Meanwhile Soomin already was on the verge of climax, “Unnie… I…I'm…I'm about to…c..cu..cum. “ Yubin smiles, reaching up to rub circles over her clit. “Cum for me, baby girl.” And so she did, her pussy clenched on nothing. A soft stream of clear fluid shooting out, hitting Yubin in the face. Once Soomin calmed down from her high, Yubin crawled up to her face. “Good girl…” she whispered, then crashed her slick covered lips on Soomin's. She melted into the kiss, tasting herself. Soomin broke off, “Unnie… that was… amazing.” Yubin laughs, “Oh baby, we haven't even started with the real training yet.” as she scoots off the couch, reaching for her bag. Yubin rummaged through her belongings, “Perfect!” She turned around, a pink 7 inch dildo in hand, around two fingers in girth. Soomin gasps, “Oh my… isn't that… big?” Yubin snorts, “Big? This? Oh no… this is tiny for me, but don't you worry, soon this will be nothing for you too.”

Yubin drags the silicone tip through Soomin's wet folds, slapping it softly against her clit. Soomin gasps, biting her lower lip. Once the dildo was nice and lubed up with Soomin's juices, Yubin pressed the tip against Soomin's pucker. “Are you ready, baby girl?” Soomin nods slowly, “Y..Yes, I think…” Yubin chuckles, applying more pressure. Soomin's rim still loosened from the plug, yields to the new intrusion easily. “Unnie, fuck…” she moans, toes curling. “Look at this greedy hole, swallowing this thing so eagerly.” With more pressure, another inch disappears into Soomin's depths. Yubin watches with a bright smile how the pink rubber stretches Soomin's ring of muscle. Meanwhile the younger girl is in bliss, eyes closed, mouth open, only faint moans to hear. “Doing so good, Manager-nim is gonna have so much fun with this hole.” Soomin smiles, “Yes… Daddy gonna breed my dirty hole… will be leaking his seed for days…” Yubin smirks, “Daddy, huh? I knew you'd be into that...” Soomin hides her face in embarrassment, “...but now let Mommy prepare you nicely.” and with that Yubin shoves the whole 7 inches into Soomin's colon. “Ahhhh, unn…” Yubin shushes her by putting her finger on her mouth, “Nuh uh, no more unnie. It's Mommy now!” Soomin nods, “oh.. oo.. ok, Mommy…”

Yubin removes her finger, trailing it down Soomin's chest between her petite breasts, then giving the soft globes a firm squeeze. With her left hand she's still pumping the dildo in a steady rhythm, making Soomin's pussy leak that delicious nectar. Yubin's right hand trails lower, over that cute tummy. Soomin giggles a little, “Unn… sorry, M.. Mo.. Mommy, that tickles!” Yubin locks eyes with her, “Still so cute even while getting your butt fucked… Daddy must go crazy with you, huh?” Soomin nods again, then her eyes roll back in her head when Yubin sucks her swollen clit into her mouth. “oh fuck… YES MOMMY!” Soomin yells, her fingers intertwining in Yubin's hair. “Mhmm… so delicious… fuck.” Yubin murmurs between sucks and slurps. Down below her movements grew faster, pumping the dildo in and out with more intensity. Soomin's legs began to shake, breathing becoming faster. “Mom… Mommy… I'm close…” Yubin moans, the vibrations sending pleasure through Soomin's spine. “Mhmmm, cum for Mommy, flood my mouth again!” Soomin's back arches like a bowstring, cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples for more stimulation.

“I… I'M… I'M CUMMING, FUCKKK!!!” her body goes rigid as her pussy explodes into Yubin’s mouth. Her stuffed butthole flutters around the rubber cock before squeezing it out from the pressure of the intense climax. Yubin was too busy swallowing all of Soomin's girlcum as the dildo shoots out from her hole. The stretched rim throbs with each clench and breath of Soomin, leaking lube and her own juices onto the couch. After a minute of climaxing, Soomin finally began to calm down. Yubin releases her sensitive lips from her mouth with a wet pop. “Wow… that was a lot to swallow…” out of breath, Yubin licks her lips. Soomin laid limb on the couch, legs still twitching slightly. “Thank… you, Mommy…” she whispers, Yubin crawled up and pressed her lips on hers again. “No problem, baby girl, I'm here for you and the other girls, always happy to help with your anal needs.” Soomin giggles, “Oh, how does my butthole look? Is it ready for Daddy?” Yubin looks down at the still open and leaking hole, “Looks perfect, but you'll have to keep it plugged, don't want it to close again.” Soomin claps her hands and bounces up and down all happy, “THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOUUUUU MOMMY!!!” Yubin gives her a snug hug, and whispers something into her ear, “Next time, we'll go bigger, okay?” Soomin freezes at the thought of her hole being stretched even further, but can't hide her excitement. “YESSSS! I can’t wait for Mommy to ruin my butthole more!” Yubin smiles, giving her ass a soft squeeze, “Good girl, now get freshened up before we head back to the dorms.” With that, Soomin quickly puts her clothes back on and leaves with a bright smile. “These girls are insane… my little anal fairies.” Yubin whispers to yourself while cleaning up the mess.

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Breadcrumbs 3

tripleS Shion x Male Reader

Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

The next night, the dorm had settled into its usual post-schedule hush. Most of the members were already in their rooms, some scrolling on their phones, others already drifting off after another long day of practice and fittings. You waited until the hallway lights were dimmed and the last door clicked shut before slipping out of your room with a small, discreet cooler bag tucked under your arm.

Shion had texted you earlier, nothing explicit, just a simple “Storage room. 1 AM. Bring cold things.”, but you knew exactly what she meant. Your cock had been half-hard for hours just thinking about it.

When you unlocked the storage room door, she was already waiting.

She’d prepared the space a little better this time: a thick blanket spread over the old couch, a couple of soft towels folded nearby, and the small lamp in the corner turned to its lowest setting, casting a warm golden glow over everything. Shion stood in the middle of the room wearing only a thin white tank top and tiny black shorts that hugged the curve of her ass. Her vibrant red hair was loose and slightly wavy from the shower she’d taken earlier, framing her face and falling past her shoulders like liquid fire. The moment the door locked behind you, she smiled, shy at first, then that familiar spark of mischief lighting up her dark eyes.

“You brought it?” she asked softly, stepping closer until her body brushed against yours.

You set the cooler bag on the couch and opened it, revealing a tray of large ice cubes you’d made in the kitchen freezer, a small bowl, and a couple of extra items you’d added on impulse: a bottle of warming lube and a feather-light silk scarf. Shion’s breath hitched when she saw the ice.

“Temperature play,” she whispered, almost reverently. She reached out and picked up one of the ice cubes, turning it slowly in her fingers. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. The way the cold would feel on my skin… especially after how hot you made me last night with all that sweet mess. I want the contrast. I want to feel so cold I shiver, then so hot I melt. Can we do that tonight, manager-nim? Please?”

Her voice had that soft, breathy quality that always went straight to your dick. You cupped her face and kissed her deeply, tasting mint toothpaste and pure want. “We can do whatever you want, Shion. Tell me how you want it.”

She pulled back just enough to peel off her tank top, letting it drop to the floor. Her small, perky breasts were already flushed, nipples tightening in the cool air of the room. Then she shimmied out of her shorts and panties, standing completely naked in front of you, smooth skin, toned legs, that pretty pink pussy already glistening with anticipation. Her red hair cascaded down her back as she lay back on the blanket-covered couch, spreading her legs slowly and invitingly.

“Start with the ice,” she murmured. “Everywhere. Make me cold and sensitive… then warm me up with your mouth and your cock.”

You stripped quickly, your cock springing free and already leaking at the sight of her. You took one large ice cube from the tray and held it between your fingers, letting it drip slightly as you approached. Shion’s eyes followed the cube with hungry fascination.

You started at her neck, tracing the ice slowly along her collarbone. She gasped sharply at the first contact, back arching as the cold shock made her skin erupt in goosebumps. A thin trail of water ran down between her breasts as you circled one nipple with the melting cube. Her nipple hardened instantly, turning a darker shade of pink under the icy touch.

“Ah~~! It’s so cold… it stings but it feels so good,” she whimpered, one hand flying up to grip your wrist, not stopping you but guiding you. You repeated the motion on her other breast, watching her squirm and bite her lip as the ice left shiny wet trails across her chest.

You moved lower, dragging the cube down the center of her stomach. Her abs tightened, a soft moan escaping as the cold traveled toward her navel. You dipped the ice into her belly button, letting it melt there until a small pool of water formed. Shion’s hips lifted off the couch, chasing the sensation.

“Lower… please…”

You obeyed, sliding the rapidly shrinking cube along her inner thighs first, teasing the sensitive skin there until she was trembling. Then you brought it to her pussy. You ran the ice along her outer lips, watching her folds glisten with a mix of melted water and her own slick arousal. When you pressed the cube directly against her swollen clit, Shion cried out, thighs trying to clamp shut around your hand.

“Fuck—! too cold—ahh, don’t stop!” she gasped, her voice breaking into that cute, high-pitched whine you loved. Her red hair was already sticking to her forehead from the conflicting sensations, cold making her shiver, heat building between her legs.

You circled her clit with the ice until it was almost gone, then pushed what remained inside her entrance. The cold intrusion made her walls clench hard; you could see the muscles fluttering as the ice melted inside her, cold water mixing with her hot juices and dripping out onto the blanket.

While the last of the first cube melted, you grabbed a fresh one and repeated the process, starting at her breasts again, but this time sucking the cold water off her skin with your warm mouth right after. The contrast made her moan louder: cold ice followed immediately by the heat of your tongue. You lavished attention on her nipples, sucking and biting gently while your fingers kept teasing her pussy with another ice cube.

By the third cube, Shion was a mess, whimpering, hips rolling desperately, red hair splayed wildly across the blanket. “I’m so sensitive… everything feels too much. My clit is throbbing.”

You decided it was time to warm her up.

You poured a small amount of the warming lube onto your fingers and rubbed it over her cold, ice-kissed pussy. The instant heat made her jolt and moan loudly, the temperature shift driving her wild. You added your mouth, licking broad, hot stripes from her entrance to her clit, the warmth of your tongue against her chilled skin making her sob with pleasure.

“So good… your tongue is so hot after the ice… I’m going to cum alread—”

You didn’t let her. You edged her instead, bringing her close with slow licks and two fingers pumping inside her, then pulling back to trail fresh ice along her inner thighs or across her nipples. Each time the cold hit, she gasped and clenched; each time your mouth followed, she cried out and begged.

After the fourth cube, you couldn’t wait any longer.

You climbed over her, positioning your cock at her entrance. Her pussy was soaked, cold water and warm lube and her own arousal making everything slick and messy. You pushed in slowly, groaning at how tight and fluttering she felt, still slightly chilled inside from the melted ice, the contrast against your burning hot cock incredible.

Shion’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as you bottomed out. “You’re so warm… so hot inside me after all that cold…fuck me, please~~”

You started thrusting, deep, steady strokes at first, letting her feel every inch. Then you reached for another ice cube and pressed it against her clit while you fucked her. The combination, your hot cock stretching her, the freezing cube on her most sensitive spot, sent her spiraling.

She came hard within seconds, walls clamping down around you like a vice, a high-pitched keen tearing from her throat as her entire body shook. Her red hair whipped from side to side as she rode the orgasm, nails digging into your shoulders.

You didn’t stop. You pulled out briefly, grabbed two fresh ice cubes, and placed one on each of her nipples while you thrust back in. The cold on her breasts while your cock pounded her pussy pushed her straight into a second orgasm, back arching off the couch so violently you had to hold her hips down.

“Again…don’t stop…make me feel the cold and then fill me u—” she babbled, voice hoarse.

You kept alternating: ice on her skin, your mouth warming her up, your cock driving into her with increasing force. Sweat and melted ice mixed on her body, making her red hair stick to her neck and chest. You fucked her through a third orgasm, then flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so you could take her from behind.

In this position you had perfect access. You drizzled a little warming lube down her spine, then trailed an ice cube along the same path, watching it melt and run down to where your cock was disappearing into her dripping pussy. The temperature play made her clench rhythmically around you, milking your cock with every thrust.

When you felt your own release building, you reached around and rubbed her clit with the last small piece of ice while pounding into her hard. Shion came one final time with a muffled scream into the blanket, her whole body convulsing.

The sensation of her spasming around you finally pushed you over. You buried yourself deep and came with a low groan, flooding her with hot cum that mixed with all the melted ice and lube inside her. Pulse after pulse, you filled her until it started leaking out around your cock.

You stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat, water, and release. Slowly, you pulled out and watched as a mix of your cum, melted ice, and her juices dripped down her thighs.

Shion turned her head, red hair messy and beautiful, and gave you a dazed, utterly satisfied smile. “That was… insane. The cold made everything feel ten times stronger. I’ve never cum that many times so fast.”

You leaned down and kissed her softly, brushing damp strands of red hair from her face. “You were perfect. So responsive.”

She hummed happily, stretching like a cat. “Next time… maybe we combine it. Ice on my nipples while you fuck me, then warm chocolate syrup right after. Or maybe ice in my mouth while I suck you off…”

You chuckled, already imagining it. “You’re going to run the kitchen out of supplies at this rate.”

Shion giggled, pulling you down for another kiss. “Worth it. As long as it’s with you, manager-nim.”

You helped her clean up gently with the towels, making sure she was steady on her feet before you both slipped back into the quiet dorm. As you parted ways in the hallway, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered against your ear:

“Tomorrow night. Bring more ice… and maybe something even colder. I want to see how much I can take before I beg you to warm me up with your cock again.”

You watched her red hair disappear around the corner, heart racing and cock already stirring at the thought of the next secret meeting.

Park Shion was turning your quiet manager job into the hottest, sweetest, most exciting adventure you’d ever had, and you couldn’t wait to see what she wanted to play with next.

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Breadcrumbs 2

tripleS Shion x Male Reader

Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

The door to the practice room had barely clicked shut behind you when Shion’s legs finally stopped trembling around your waist. You were still buried deep inside her, her tight heat pulsing with the aftershocks of her second orgasm, your cum slowly leaking out around your cock where it stretched her. Her red hair clung damply to her flushed cheeks, and she looked up at you with those dark, hazy eyes, half-lidded, satisfied, but already sparkling with something new.

“Manager-nim…” she whispered, voice husky from all the moaning she’d done. She kissed you again, slow and filthy, tongue sliding against yours like she was tasting the memory of her own release on your lips. When she pulled back, she nipped your bottom lip. “That helped. A lot. But… I’ve been thinking about something else.”

You raised an eyebrow, still holding her up against the mirror, her hoodie pushed up to her collarbones and her shorts dangling from one ankle. “Yeah? What’s on your mind, Shion?”

She bit her lip, suddenly shy again even though your cock was still twitching inside her. Her fingers traced lazy circles on the back of your neck. “When I watch Yubin-unnie and Jiwoo-unnie… sometimes they sneak snacks during breaks. Whipped cream from the fridge. Chocolate syrup on their fingers. They lick it off each other’s skin when no one’s looking. It always makes that weird feeling in my belly worse. Hotter. Wetter.” Her pussy clenched around you at the confession, like the memory alone turned her on. “I want to try that. With you. Food. I want you to cover me in something sweet and lick it all off until I can’t think straight. Please?”

The way she said it, so polite, so needy, made your spent cock twitch back to life inside her. You kissed her hard, grinding slowly just to hear her whimper. “You’re full of surprises, Park Shion. When do you want to do it?”

“Tonight,” she breathed against your mouth. “After lights-out. Everyone will be asleep. Bring stuff from the kitchen. I’ll wait for you in my room. The one I share with the others is too risky… but the small storage room next to the laundry has a lock. And a couch.”

You pulled out of her slowly, both of you groaning at the wet slide. She dropped to her feet, legs shaky, and you helped her fix her clothes. Before you left the practice room she stood on tiptoes, red hair brushing your chin, and whispered, “Don’t forget the whipped cream. And strawberries. And chocolate. I want it to be messy… and I want you to clean me up with your tongue.”

The rest of the evening crawled by. Schedules were done, dinner was eaten, the dorm slowly quieted down as the twenty-four members drifted off. You waited until the hallway lights dimmed and the last giggle from the living room faded. Then you slipped into the kitchen like a thief, raiding the fridge: a fresh can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, a small carton of strawberries, and a jar of honey for good measure. You stuffed everything into a black tote bag and made your way to the storage room.

Shion was already there.

The small space was lit by nothing but the glow of her phone screen, which she quickly turned off when you locked the door behind you. She’d changed into something that made your mouth go dry, an oversized white t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, no bra, and you could already see the faint outline of her hard nipples through the thin fabric. Her red hair was loose, slightly tousled, falling over one shoulder like silk flames.

“You came,” she said softly, stepping close. She took the bag from your hands and peeked inside, eyes widening with excitement. “Perfect.”

She set the bag on the low couch and turned back to you, pulling you down into a deep kiss. Her hands slid under your shirt, nails grazing your abs. “I’ve been wet since the practice room,” she confessed between kisses. “Thinking about this. I want you to use me like a dessert. Cover me everywhere. Make me sticky and sweet and then eat me until I’m shaking.”

You growled softly, lifting her onto the couch so she was sitting on the edge. “Strip for me, Shion.”

She didn’t hesitate. The t-shirt came off in one smooth motion, revealing her perky breasts, small waist, and the smooth, shaved pussy you’d already fucked earlier. Her red hair spilled down her back as she lay back on the couch, legs spread just enough to tease. “Start wherever you want, manager-nim.”

You popped the can of whipped cream first. The hiss filled the quiet room as you drew a thick, cold line across her collarbones, then down between her breasts. Another swirl around each nipple until they were hidden under fluffy white peaks. Lower still, you traced a path down her stomach, circling her belly button, then a bold stripe right over her mound and along her slick folds. She shivered at the cold, a soft gasp escaping as the cream melted slightly against her hot skin.

“Uhh—it’s cold… but it feels good,” she whimpered.

You leaned down and dragged your tongue slowly from her collarbone, licking up every sweet swirl. Shion arched, fingers threading into your hair. When you reached her nipples you sucked them clean one by one, tongue flicking the sensitive buds until she was moaning your name. You bit gently, just enough to make her hips jerk.

“More,” she begged. “Lower.”

You obeyed, following the trail down her stomach, dipping your tongue into her belly button until she giggled breathlessly. Then you settled between her thighs. The whipped cream over her pussy was already melting, mixing with her own arousal into a sticky, sweet mess. You licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, savoring the blend of cream and her taste. Shion’s thighs clamped around your head, red hair fanned out on the couch as she cried out.

“Oh~~yes, just like that~ eat it all off me~~!”

You took your time, devouring her like the sweetest dessert. Your tongue pushed inside her, scooping out the cream mixed with her wetness, then circled her clit with firm strokes. She tasted like vanilla and sin. You added two fingers, curling them deep while you sucked her clit clean. Her hips bucked wildly, and the first orgasm hit her fast, her back bowing off the couch, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat as she came on your tongue.

But you weren’t done.

You grabbed the chocolate syrup next. While she was still panting, you drizzled it over her breasts in slow, decadent lines, letting it run down her ribs and pool in the dip of her stomach. Then you painted her inner thighs and finally her pussy again, thick dark streaks over her swollen folds.

Shion looked wrecked already, red hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with lust. “You’re making me your little pastry," she moaned, watching you with parted lips.

You climbed over her, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on your tongue. Then you started licking again. Chocolate and whipped cream mixed on her skin as you cleaned her breasts, sucking marks into the soft flesh. Down her stomach, across her hips. When you reached her pussy this time you were slower, more teasing, lapping at the chocolate coating her clit until she was sobbing with need. You pushed her thighs wider and devoured her, tongue fucking her while your nose brushed her clit. The sweet stickiness coated your chin.

She came a second time with a broken cry, thighs shaking around your ears, fingers yanking your hair.

“Inside me,” she gasped as soon as she could speak. “I need your cock now, while I’m still sticky.”

You didn’t make her wait. You stripped quickly, cock rock-hard and leaking. You flipped her onto her hands and knees on the couch, her red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Grabbing the honey this time, you drizzled a thin line right along her spine, watching it trickle down to the curve of her ass. Then you lined up and pushed into her in one smooth thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her creamy, chocolate-smeared heat.

Shion moaned loud enough that you had to cover her mouth with your hand. “So full—ahh, I can feel everything—”

You fucked her slow and deep at first, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other traced the honey on her back with your tongue. Every thrust made her breasts sway, the leftover chocolate and cream smearing across the couch. You leaned down and licked the honey straight from her spine while pounding into her, tasting sweetness and sweat and her skin.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against you. “Use me like your dessert—fill me up—”

You gave her what she wanted. The pace turned punishing, skin slapping wetly, the obscene sound of her soaked pussy taking every inch echoing in the small room. You reached for the strawberries, biting one in half and pressing the juicy half against her lips. She sucked it greedily while you fucked her, juice running down her chin. You took the other half and rubbed it over her clit as you thrust, the cool fruit mixing with her heat until she shattered again.

This orgasm was the strongest yet, she clamped down around you like a vice, walls fluttering, a muffled scream vibrating against your palm. The sensation dragged you over the edge right after her. You buried yourself deep and came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of cum while your tongue licked the last of the honey from her back.

You stayed inside her for a long minute, both of you catching your breath, bodies sticky and sweet and utterly spent. Finally you pulled out, watching your cum mix with the mess of cream, chocolate, and her own juices dripping down her thighs.

Shion collapsed onto the couch, rolling onto her back with a lazy, blissed-out smile. Her red hair was a wild halo, her body painted with streaks of white, brown, and red from the strawberries. She looked like the most delicious disaster you’d ever seen.

You grabbed a clean towel from the bag (you’d come prepared) and started wiping her down gently, but she caught your wrist.

“Don’t,” she whispered, pulling you down for a slow kiss. “I like feeling messy. Like you marked me.” She nuzzled your neck. “Next time… maybe ice cream? Or whipped cream on your cock so I can suck it off…”

You laughed softly, kissing her forehead. “You’re going to be the death of me, Shion.”

She grinned, eyes already sparkling with new ideas. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you, manager-nim. Tomorrow night? Same time. Bring more strawberries, I want to ride you while you feed them to me.”

You helped her clean up just enough to sneak back to her room without anyone noticing the sweet scent clinging to her skin. As you locked the storage room behind you, her hand slipped into yours for a second.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For helping with all my weird feelings… and making them so much better.”

You squeezed her fingers, already counting the hours until the next “private talk.”

The dorm was quiet, but your mind was anything but. Park Shion with her red hair and her filthy little secrets had just become your favorite part of the job, and you had a feeling the food in the kitchen was about to get a lot more use.

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Breadcrumbs 2.5

tripleS Shion x Male Reader A/N: This chapter was rushed and originaly written not in english. Would appreciate if there is any mistake, notify me.

Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

The Moon subunit’s fancafe event in Thailand had everyone buzzing with anticipation. A special two-day fan meeting in Bangkok, complete with intimate talks, photo opportunities, and exclusive performances for their most dedicated international fans. The six members Sullin, SoHyun, JiYeon, Kaede, Shion, and Lynn were traveling together along with a small staff team, including you as their manager.

You had all boarded the overnight flight from Incheon to Suvarnabhumi Airport in business class. The cabin was luxurious and relatively private, with pod-style seats that offered decent separation. Several hours into the flight, most of the girls had settled in. Sullin and Kaede were fast asleep under their blankets, JiYeon was lost in a movie with headphones on, SoHyun was curled up with a neck pillow, and Lynn was quietly scrolling on her phone.

Shion, however, couldn’t sleep.

She sat in the pod right next to yours, looking incredibly soft and pretty in the exact outfit she’d worn when leaving the airport earlier that day. Her long, red hair cascaded in loose waves with gentle bangs framing her face, the bright red catching even the dim cabin lights beautifully. She wore a delicate white long-sleeved sheer top that hugged her torso gently, the fabric light and slightly see-through at the right angles, paired with a cute pale pink pleated mini skirt that showed off her smooth, toned legs. A small white crossbody bag rested on her lap, and she held her phone in one hand, but her attention was clearly elsewhere.

She kept shifting in her seat, thighs pressing together, cheeks carrying a faint rosy flush that had nothing to do with the cabin temperature.

About five hours into the flight, with the lights fully dimmed and the low drone of the engines masking most sounds, Shion leaned across the divider between your pods. Her voice was a soft, breathy whisper right against your ear.

“Manager-nim… I feel really tingly,” she confessed, biting her lower lip in that adorable way that always made your heart skip. “Looking out at the clouds, being so high up, thinking about how no one can see us right now… it’s making me so wet. I keep imagining you inside me right here. I want to do it right now. Please?”

Her dark eyes sparkled with nervous excitement as she glanced around quickly. The privacy screens were up, the flight attendants were resting, and the rest of Moon subunit seemed completely unaware, lost in sleep or their own worlds.

You swallowed, already feeling yourself growing hard at her words and the sight of her in that innocent yet sexy outfit. “Shion… it’s risky. But if you really want it, we’ll have to be silent.”

She nodded eagerly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You will have to seal my lips a lot so I stay quiet. I want to be filled… multiple times.”

You adjusted the blanket over both of you for extra cover and helped her slip into your larger pod without drawing attention. The moment she was beside you, Shion turned toward you and initiated a deep, slow kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of the strawberry lip balm she’d applied earlier. You kissed her languidly, tongues sliding together in unhurried strokes while one of your hands gently cupped the back of her head, fingers threading through her silky red hair.

Under the blanket, your other hand slid up her smooth thigh, pushing the hem of her pink skirt higher. She parted her legs slightly, and you discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, just bare, already slick folds. Shion whimpered quietly into your mouth as your fingers brushed over her swollen clit, then dipped lower to feel how drenched she was.

“Shh, baby,” you murmured against her lips, kissing her deeper to muffle the soft sound. “Gotta keep quiet for me.”

She nodded, kissing you harder as you circled her clit with slow, teasing strokes. Her breathing grew heavier, but every little gasp and moan was swallowed by your mouth. You kissed her for long minutes, deep, passionate kisses that left both of you breathless, while two of your fingers slipped inside her tight, dripping heat. You pumped them slowly, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside her as your thumb continued working her clit.

Shion trembled against you, her red hair falling over one shoulder as she clung to your shirt. Her free hand slipped under your waistband to stroke your already hard cock, her touch gentle and eager.

When she was thoroughly soaked and shaking, you helped her straddle your lap under the blanket, her pink skirt bunching up around her hips. She tugged your pants down just enough, and the head of your cock nudged against her entrance. With one slow, careful push, you sank into her completely.

Shion’s mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure. You immediately pulled her into another deep kiss, tongues dancing as you bottomed out inside her warm, velvety walls. She felt incredible, tight, wet, and pulsing around you. You stayed still for a moment, just making out with her slowly and sensually while her pussy adjusted to the fullness.

Then you began to move, gentle, rolling thrusts upward, keeping the motion minimal so the seat wouldn’t creak. Every thrust was deep and grinding, your cock stroking every inch of her as her clit rubbed against your pelvis. Shion’s arms wrapped around your neck, her long red hair creating a private curtain around your faces as you kissed her endlessly, slow, wet, adoring kisses that muffled every soft whimper and breathy moan.

The kissing never stopped. You swallowed every quiet “feels so good…”, every little whine, every gasp. Your hands roamed under her sheer white top, caressing her small perky breasts and rolling her nipples between your fingers while you made slow, loving love to her thousands of feet in the air.

Her first orgasm built beautifully. You felt her walls tightening, her thighs trembling around you. You kissed her harder, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub her clit firmly. Shion came with a muffled, high-pitched cry into your mouth, her pussy spasming and squirting warmly around your cock, a gentle gush of wetness soaking your lap and the blanket beneath you. Her whole body shook as she rode the waves, kissing you through it with desperate, loving presses of her lips.

You didn’t pull out. Instead, you kept the slow, deep rhythm going, kissing her neck and collarbone while she caught her breath. Minutes later, you felt your own release approaching. With a low groan muffled against her shoulder, you buried yourself as deep as possible and came, thick, warm ropes of cum pulsing into her. Shion whimpered happily at the feeling of being filled, clenching around you to milk every drop.

The gentle rocking of the plane and the constant, intimate kissing kept you hard. The second round was even slower and more tender. Foreheads pressed together, eyes locked in the dim light whenever you pulled back from a kiss, you thrust into her cum-filled pussy with long, sensual strokes. Shion’s red hair was slightly messy now, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks as she rode you in tiny movements, grinding her clit against you.

She came again, harder this time, squirting more noticeably, her juices mixing with your creampie and dripping down your balls. You had to kiss her fiercely to swallow the louder moan that tried to escape, your tongues tangled as her body convulsed in quiet ecstasy.

You filled her a second time soon after, another generous load flooding her already overflowing cunt. The sensation of your cum leaking out around your cock made everything slick and messy between you.

By the third round, both of you were breathing heavily, skin dewy with sweat, but still moving in that same soft, loving rhythm. Shion’s pleated pink skirt was bunched up completely, her sheer white top pushed up so you could kiss and suck gently on her breasts. You kissed her endlessly, deep, passionate kisses that tasted like strawberries and pure desire, while you pumped into her slowly, drawing out every sensation.

She squirted one final time during the third creampie, her body trembling violently in your arms as you flooded her once more with hot cum. The mix of your loads and her squirt created a warm, wet mess that soaked through the blanket and her skirt, but neither of you cared.

When it was finally over, you stayed connected for a long while, sharing lazy, tender kisses and soft whispers of praise. “You were so good for me, Shion… so quiet and perfect.”

She smiled against your lips, eyes hazy and satisfied, her long red hair beautifully tousled. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long… thank you for making me feel so good when I ask you to help me.”

You helped her clean up as discreetly as possible with wet wipes from your bag, fixing her clothes and gently combing through her red hair with your fingers so she looked presentable again. She slipped back into her own pod eventually, but not before stealing one last long, sweet kiss, her hand lingering on your cheek.

The rest of the flight passed in a warm, secret afterglow. When the plane began its descent into Bangkok, Shion caught your eye across the divider and gave you the softest, most affectionate smile, her cheeks still faintly pink and her red hair glowing in the rising sunlight.

The Moon subunit landed safely in Thailand, none of the other members any the wiser about the intimate mile-high adventure that had happened right behind them. But for the entire fancafe event, during the fan interactions, the group performances, and the quiet moments backstage, Shion’s secret glances and the occasional brush of her hand against yours carried the memory of that soft, filthy, incredibly loving experience high above the clouds.

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Sex Diaries 6

tripleS Yooyeon x M!Reader

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

A/N: Left this one in the drafts so long i forgot i never posted it.

March 24, 2026. The first Japan leg of the Asia tour kicked off in Osaka. tripleS performed at a mid-sized arena, sweaty, loud, electric. Yooyeon shone brighter than usual during “Rising,” her part: eyes half-lidded, lips parted, every hip roll and slow body wave looking less like choreography and more like foreplay set to a beat drop. Fans screamed. Phones recorded. You stood side-stage with the crew, capturing behind-the-scenes clips for the official fancam channel.

After the encore bows she vanished into the labyrinth of backstage corridors before anyone could congratulate her. You found her ten minutes later in one of the unused green rooms on the lower level, door half-open, lights dimmed to a single vanity bulb.

She was already naked except for the thin silver choker necklace the stylist had clipped on for the finale look. Kneeling on the ratty couch, back arched, ass presented toward the door like an invitation. Between her spread thighs dangled a small remote-controlled vibrating egg, slick cord trailing out. She’d clearly inserted it mid-change.

When she saw you she pressed the remote into your palm without a word.

“New idea,” she whispered, voice still hoarse from singing. “During the whole after-party on the 18th floor suite tonight, this stays inside me. You control the intensity. Every time I talk to someone, staff, dancers, label executives, whoever, you turn it up one level. If I can’t keep a straight face for a full minute at max, you win. I win if I cum right there in the room without anyone noticing. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the next 24 hours.”

She crawled forward, nuzzled your crotch through your jeans for a second like a thank-you, then stood up and slipped into a fresh oversized hoodie + bike shorts combo. The egg’s remote fit perfectly in your pocket. She kissed you once, soft, almost pure, then walked out ahead of you toward the elevator, hips swaying just enough to remind you what was buzzing quietly inside her at level 1.

The suite was already alive when you arrived: soju bottles sweating on tables, Bluetooth speaker thumping low R&B, maybe thirty people total, backup dancers, lighting techs, a couple of Japanese promoters, the tour manager half-drunk already. Yooyeon floated through the room like nothing was wrong. Laughing at jokes, clinking glasses, posing for selfies.

You waited until she was mid-conversation with two backup dancers, the same ones from the hallway a few days earlier.

Click. Level 2.

Her smile didn’t falter, but her free hand drifted to press lightly against her lower stomach. She laughed a little too brightly at something one of them said.

Click. Level 3, while she was hugging the promotions girl goodbye.

Yooyeon’s knees dipped for half a second. She covered it by pretending to fix her sock, then straightened, cheeks pinker now.

You let her recover for ten full minutes. She was good, damn good, chatting animatedly with the tour manager about tomorrow’s Nagoya setlist, voice steady.

Then, when she leaned over the low table to pour someone a drink, ass perfectly framed in those tight bike shorts, you bumped it straight to level 6.

Her breath hitched audibly. She froze for two heartbeats, drink sloshing. The guy next to her asked if she was okay. She flashed that trademark rabbit smile.

“Just… cold drink brain freeze, haha.”

But her thighs were trembling. You could see the tiny rhythmic pulses under the fabric.

Level 7.

She excused herself to the balcony “for air.” You followed at a distance.

Outside, city lights glittered below. She gripped the railing, forehead pressed to the cool glass door, whispering,

“You’re evil… it’s pulsing so deep… I’m dripping down my legs already…”

You stepped behind her, hand slipping under the hoodie hem to feel for yourself. Soaked. The egg’s low buzz vibrated against your fingertips through her shorts.

“Level 8,” you murmured, pressing the button.

Yooyeon’s moan was barely muffled against her own arm. She rocked back against nothing, chasing pressure.

“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna—wait—wait—”

She spun around suddenly, eyes wild and pleading.

“Inside. Now. Bathroom. Please.”

You dragged her through the party, her walking bow-legged, smiling at everyone like the perfect idol, until you reached the guest bathroom at the end of the hall.

Door locked.

She shoved her shorts and panties down in one motion. The egg slid out with a wet pop, still buzzing furiously. She turned it off, set it on the counter, then bent over the sink, hands braced, looking at you in the mirror.

“No more games. Fuck me hard. Right here. While they’re all out there drinking and laughing. Make me scream into my own hand so no one hears.”

You didn’t hesitate. Jeans open, inside her in one thrust—hot, swollen, fluttering from thirty minutes of denied stimulation. She bit down on her knuckles immediately, eyes rolling back.

“Harder—please—wreck me—fill me so full I leak through the shorts on the way back to the room~~”

You gave it to her. Fast. Deep. The sink rattled. Her muffled cries vibrated against her fist. When she came it was violent, whole body seizing, walls clamping so tight you followed seconds later, pumping everything deep while she whimpered your name around her fingers.

Afterward she stayed bent over, breathing ragged, cum slowly dripping down her inner thigh. She reached back blindly, scooped some with two fingers, brought them to her mouth and sucked clean with a contented hum.

“Best loss ever,” she panted, grinning at her own reflection, hair wrecked, lips swollen, eyes still glassy with afterglow.

She pulled the shorts back up (no panties), let the hoodie fall to cover the wet spot already forming, then turned and kissed you slow and filthy.

“Tomorrow night in Nagoya… we do the same. But this time if i lose I have to wear the egg during soundcheck. And if I win…” She traced a finger down your chest. “You have to let me give you head in the van on the way to the venue. Windows down. Staff in the front seats. Think you can stay quiet?”

She opened the door a crack, peeked out, then slipped back into the party like she’d just gone to fix her makeup.

You stayed behind a second longer, watching her rejoin the crowd, laughing, glowing, the faint wet sheen on her thighs catching the light every time she moved.

She glanced back once. Blew you a kiss.

Then turned the egg remote on again, level 1, and tucked it into her hoodie pocket.

Game’s not over.

Just paused.

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Breadcrumbs 1

tripleS Shion x Male Reader

A/N: This starts a series of several chapters like Sex Diaries but with our bread lover Shion.

Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

The first few weeks as the new manager for tripleS were a whirlwind of schedules, but mostly routine. Early mornings for practice, late nights for recordings, endless van rides, and making sure twenty-four girls stayed fed, hydrated, and on time. Nothing too chaotic.

Except for one small, recurring detail.

Whenever the members got a little too playful, especially the pairs who loved skinship, Yubin and Jiwoo fooling around with their usual flirty teasing, hands lingering on waists or thighs during breaks, giggles turning breathy, you’d notice Shion nearby. Never joining in. Never participating. She’d just hover at the edge of the room, red hair falling softly around her shoulders, eyes quietly watching with that calm, pretty face. 

You told yourself it was coincidence. She was the main vocalist, often quieter than the louder members, focused on her own thing. But it happened too often to ignore.

Then came that evening.

All schedules wrapped early for once. The dorm common area was lively as the girls unwound. Yubin and Jiwoo, as always, were at it, Jiwoo perched on the couch arm while Yubin playfully pinned her down, whispering something that made Jiwoo laugh and squirm, their bodies pressed close in that familiar, affectionate way that blurred friendship lines.

You stood by the kitchen counter, pretending to check the next day’s call sheet on your tablet. But your gaze kept drifting, not to the playful duo, but to Shion.

She sat on the far end of the couch, knees tucked up, red hair catching the warm light. Her eyes were fixed on Yubin and Jiwoo, lips slightly parted. When she felt your stare, she turned her head slowly. Her gaze locked onto yours.

It wasn’t shy. It was direct. A little heated. A look that said she’d caught you watching her watch them.

Your pulse jumped.

A minute later, she stood up smoothly and walked over, her steps light. She stopped close enough that you caught the faint scent of her shampoo, something sweet and floral.

“Manager-nim,” she said softly, voice low so only you could hear. “Can we talk? In private?”

You nodded, heart already beating faster, and led her down the hallway to the small empty practice room at the end of the dorm wing. You closed the door behind you. The room was dim, just the city lights filtering through the blinds.

Shion leaned against the mirrored wall, her red hair framing her face like fire against the pale tone of her skin. She was still in her casual post-schedule clothes: an oversized hoodie and shorts that showed off her long, toned legs. At 166 cm, she had this delicate yet athletic body that made her look both innocent and dangerously tempting.

She bit her lower lip for a second, then met your eyes again.

“I’ve noticed you looking at me,” she started, her voice quiet but steady. “When Yubin-unnie and Jiwoo-unnie do… that stuff. Playing around. Touching each other like that.”

You swallowed. “Uhh…”

“It bothers me,” she continued, stepping closer until there was barely an arm’s length between you and her. Her cheeks had a faint flush. “Not in a bad way. It makes me feel… weird. Here.” She placed a hand low on her stomach, just above the waistband of her shorts, then slid it a little lower, pressing over her lower belly. “Warm. Tight. Like something’s aching. It happens every time I see them like that. I get wet, manager-nim. And I don’t know what to do with it.”

Her honesty hit like a spark. You could see the vulnerability mixed with need in her dark eyes.

“I think about it at night,” she whispered, stepping even closer, her breath brushing your chest. “I touch myself, but it’s not enough. It just makes the feeling stronger. I keep imagining… what it would feel like if someone helped. Someone who knows what they’re doing.”

She looked up at you through her lashes, red hair spilling over one shoulder. “Can you help me? Please? I trust you. You’re our manager… and I’ve seen how you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

Your hands moved before your brain caught up, one gently cupping her cheek, the other resting on her hip. Her skin was warm, soft.

“Shion… are you sure?” you asked, voice rough.

She nodded, pressing her body against yours. You could feel the quick rise and fall of her chest. “I’m sure. I want you to make this feeling go away… or make it better. Teach me what it really feels like.”

You kissed her then, slow at first, testing. She melted into it immediately, a soft whimper escaping as her arms wrapped around your neck. Her lips were plush, eager, and when your tongue slipped past them she moaned quietly, the sound vibrating through you.

Your hands explored lower, sliding under her hoodie to feel the smooth skin of her waist, then up to cup her small, perky breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra; her nipples hardened instantly under your palms. She arched into your touch, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

“Manager-nim… touch me lower,” she breathed, guiding your hand down.

You slipped your fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties in one motion. She was soaked, hot, slick arousal coating your fingertips as you brushed over her folds. Shion shuddered, burying her face in your neck.

“Ah… it’s so much more intense when it’s not my own hand,” she whimpered. Her hips rolled instinctively against your palm as you circled her swollen clit with slow, firm strokes.

You backed her up against the mirror, the cool surface making her gasp. Dropping to your knees, you tugged her shorts and panties down her legs, exposing her pretty, glistening pussy. The red hair framing her face made the contrast even more striking as she looked down at you, lips parted, eyes hazy with lust.

You licked a slow stripe up her slit, tasting her sweetness. Shion’s hand flew to your hair, gripping tight as her thighs trembled.

“Oh god… yes, right there~~” she moaned when you focused on her clit, sucking gently while sliding one finger inside her tight heat. She was incredibly responsive, walls clenching around you as you pumped slowly, curling to find that sensitive spot.

Her moans grew breathier, higher, the “baby voice” nickname suddenly making perfect filthy sense as she whined your name mixed with soft pleas. You added a second finger, stretching her carefully, tongue working her clit faster.

“I’m— I’m close already,” she panted, hips bucking against your face. “Don’t stop, please~~”

You didn’t. You sucked harder, fingers thrusting deeper, and she came with a choked cry, body shaking as her release flooded your tongue. Her legs nearly gave out; you caught her hips, holding her steady while she rode out the waves.

When she finally caught her breath, she pulled you up and kissed you deeply, tasting herself on your lips.

“That helped… but I want more,” she whispered against your mouth, her hand boldly palming the obvious bulge in your pants. “I want to feel you inside me, manager-nim. Please fuck me.”

You lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around your waist as you pressed her back against the mirror. Freeing yourself, you rubbed the head of your cock along her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She was dripping, eager.

Slowly, you pushed in, inch by inch, her tight walls stretching around you with wet, obscene sounds. Shion’s head fell back against the glass, mouth open in a silent cry.

“So big… it feels so good,” she moaned once you bottomed out, buried to the hilt in her heat.

You started thrusting—deep, steady strokes that made her breasts bounce under the hoodie. She clung to you, nails digging into your shoulders, red hair messy and wild now. Every thrust drew fresh whimpers and gasps from her, her pussy clenching greedily around you.

“Harder,” she begged, voice breaking. “Make it go away completely—fill me up~~”

You obliged, pounding into her faster, the mirror fogging slightly behind her. One hand slipped between you to rub her clit again, and she came a second time with a sharp, keening moan, walls fluttering and milking you.

The sensation pushed you over the edge. With a low groan, you buried yourself deep and came hard, pulsing inside her as she trembled through the aftershocks.

You stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing ragged.

Shion smiled softly, a shy but satisfied little curve of her lips. “Thank you… for helping me with my weird feeling.”

She kissed you once more, slow and sweet this time.

“Next time the others start fooling around,” she murmured, eyes sparkling with mischief, “maybe you’ll look at me again… and we can do this properly in a bed.”

You chuckled, still buried inside her, already knowing this was only the beginning.