Reborn Yaps

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

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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

5k words

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!

[sssmut]

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.

[yapsfar2]

Breadcrumbs 3

tripleS Shion x Male Reader

Part 1 , Part 2.5 , Part 2 , Part 3

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

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

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.

[yapsfar2]

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

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.

[ziilous]

Coming of age ceremony

tripleS yeonji x tripleS 07z x male reader

Note: this was originally a req from someone but I accidentally deleted the draft for that haha

Tags : size difference, creampie, anal, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, breeding

The dorm was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. It was well past midnight, the city lights of Seoul filtering through the half-drawn curtains of the shared living room. The five girls from tripleS had pushed the coffee table aside and piled blankets and pillows into a massive nest on the floor, turning the space into their private little sanctuary. Yeonji’s 18th birthday had been a few months earlier, but the group had waited until after the tour to celebrate properly—this way.

Hayeon, Soomin, Hyerin, and Chaewon sat in a loose circle around Yeonji, all of them still in their comfy dorm clothes: oversized tees and tiny shorts that rode up their smooth thighs. The four unnies looked relaxed, legs tucked under them, but their eyes sparkled with wicked excitement. Yeonji, the maknae of the group in every sense that mattered tonight, sat cross-legged in the middle, her long ash-blonde hair loose and messy, wearing nothing but a thin white tank top and black sleep shorts. Her cheeks were already flushed pink, fingers twisting in her lap.

“You’re the only one left, Yeonji-ya,” Hayeon purred, leaning forward so her silver hair fell over one shoulder. , Hayeon was the boldest, her voice low and teasing. “We all gave our firsts to oppa—pussy and ass. And trust me, once he stretches you open and fills you up with that thick cum… you’ll be addicted.”

Yeonji whimpered softly, squeezing her thighs together. She was tiny, with delicate features and wide, nervous eyes. The size gap had always been obvious when oppa was around, he towered at 6’3”, broad-shouldered, with hands that could circle her waist completely. The thought of him inside her made her stomach flutter.

Soomin giggled, sliding a hand up Yeonji’s bare thigh. “We already asked him for you, baby. He’s coming over in twenty minutes. But there’s a catch.” Her fingers traced slow circles. “We get to watch. Every single second of your tiny virgin holes getting ruined and creampied for the first time.”

Yeonji’s breath hitched. “Unnies… I-I’m too shy. What if it hurts? What if I can’t take him?”

Hyerin smirked, scooting closer until her knee pressed against Yeonji’s. “That’s why we’re telling you exactly what happened to us. So you know how good it’s going to feel when that massive cock splits you open.” She licked her lips. “I’ll go first.”

Hyerin’s eyes went hazy with memory. “It was right after our first comeback stage. I was 18, just like you, and so fucking nervous. Oppa had driven us back to the dorm, but the others crashed early. I couldn’t sleep—my pussy was aching just from watching him lift equipment all day. He’s so big, Yeonji. His chest is like a wall, arms thicker than my thighs. I snuck into his room and crawled into his bed.

“He woke up and just grabbed me. One hand wrapped around both my wrists, pinning them above my head like I was nothing. ‘Little Hyerin wants oppa’s cock?’ he growled. I nodded, whimpering. He stripped me slow, kissing every inch of my tiny body. When he pulled his sweatpants down… fuck. His cock was already hard, thick as my wrist, veins pulsing, the head leaking precum. It looked impossible for my small pussy.

“He laid me on my back and spread my legs wide. His fingers were huge—two of them barely fit in my tight little slit at first. He rubbed my clit until I was dripping down my thighs, then pushed in one finger, then two, scissoring me open. ‘Gonna stretch this virgin cunt for me,’ he said. I came just from his fingers, shaking.

“Then he climbed on top. The size difference was insane—his body completely covered mine, like I was a doll. He rubbed that fat cockhead up and down my folds, coating it in my juices. ‘Breathe, baby. Oppa’s gonna take your virginity.’ He pushed in slow. The stretch burned—my pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth, inch after thick inch forcing my walls apart. I felt every vein dragging inside me. When he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against my ass and I could see the bulge in my lower belly, the shape of his cock clearly outlined.

“He fucked me so deep and slow at first, grinding against my cervix. The pleasure built until I was screaming, cumming around him so hard my vision went white. Then he sped up—pounding me, the wet slap of his hips against my tiny ass filling the room. ‘Such a good little fucktoy,’ he groaned. Finally he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my womb, so much it overflowed immediately, leaking out around his cock in creamy white streams. I felt so full, so claimed.

“But he wasn’t done. He flipped me onto all fours, my face in the pillow, ass up. He used my own cum as lube and pressed that still-hard monster against my virgin asshole. ‘Now this tight little hole.’ The stretch was even more intense—my tiny ring burned as it yielded, slowly swallowing every inch until he was balls-deep in my ass. I thought I’d split in half, but the fullness… god, it was perfect. He fucked my ass hard, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. I came again, screaming into the pillow, and then he filled my ass with another massive load. Cum dripped from both holes for hours. I couldn’t walk straight the next day.”

Hyerin finished, breathing a little heavier, her hand unconsciously pressing between her own thighs. Yeonji was squirming now, nipples hard points under her tank top.

Soomin took over, her voice husky. “My turn was in the practice room at 3 AM. I’d been teasing oppa all week—short skirts, no panties. He finally snapped. Picked me up like I weighed nothing and sat me on the mirrored wall, legs wrapped around his waist. His hands were so big they covered my entire ass.

“He ate me out first, tongue thick and hot, licking long stripes up my dripping slit while two fingers stretched me. I came on his face, soaking him. Then he stood up, cock springing free—long, heavy, the head purple and angry. ‘Look how small you are compared to me,’ he said, pressing it against my belly so I could see it reached past my navel. He rubbed it against my clit until I was begging.

“When he pushed into my pussy, I saw stars. The stretch was brutal—my tiny walls gripping every inch as he sank deeper. The belly bulge was so obvious in the mirror; I watched myself get fucked, my flat stomach distending with each thrust. He pounded me against the wall, my small tits bouncing, until he flooded my cunt with cum. It gushed out when he pulled out, running down my thighs.

“Then he bent me over the couch and took my ass. Lube from my pussy, one slow push, and he was buried balls-deep in my virgin hole. The burn turned into pleasure so fast. He fucked my ass like he owned it, slapping my cheeks, calling me his little cumdump. Another creampie deep in my guts. I loved every second.”

Chaewon’s eyes were dark with lust as she recounted hers. “In the van after a schedule. The driver was gone, windows tinted. Oppa pulled me into the back seat, stripped me naked, and laid me across his lap. His cock was already out, massive and throbbing. He made me straddle him reverse cowgirl so I could watch in the rearview mirror.

“First my pussy. He lowered me onto it slowly. I felt like I was being impaled—my small body sinking down inch by inch until I was fully seated, his cock bulging my tummy. He bounced me on it, hands on my waist like handles, making me take every brutal thrust. I came three times before he pumped me full, cum squirting out around his shaft.

“Then he bent me over the seat and took my ass right there. The stretch made me sob in pleasure. He fucked my tight little hole raw, filling it with his second load while the others slept in the front. I sat on the ride home leaking from both holes, feeling so dirty and satisfied.”

Hayeon saved the most intense for last. “Mine was on the dorm couch, just like this. The others were out. He carried me over his shoulder, tossed me down, and ripped my panties off. His cock looked even bigger up close. He made me suck the head first—my small mouth could barely fit it, jaw aching. Then he laid me on my back, legs over his shoulders, and ruined me.

“Pussy first: slow at first, then ruthless pounding. The bulge in my belly was huge—I could feel him rearranging my insides. When he came, it was like a firehose—cum so deep and thick I felt bloated. Then anal. He flipped me, spat on my asshole, and drove in. The double creampie left me a shaking, cum-drenched mess. Best night of my life.”

By the time all four stories were done, Yeonji was panting, a wet spot visible on her shorts. “I… I want it,” she whispered. “Please, unnies. Tell oppa I’m ready.”

The door clicked open right on time. Their manager—oppa—stepped in, ducking slightly under the doorframe. He was massive: 6’3”, broad chest straining his black tee, sweatpants doing nothing to hide the thick outline of his already-hard cock. His eyes darkened as he took in the scene: five tiny 18-year-old idols waiting for him, Yeonji trembling in the middle.

“You girls really set this up for her birthday?” he rumbled, voice deep. The girls nodded eagerly, scooting back to give him space but staying close enough to watch.

He knelt in front of Yeonji, one huge hand cupping her face. “You sure, baby? Once I start, I’m not stopping until both your holes are dripping with my cum.”

Yeonji nodded, voice tiny. “Please, oppa… I want to feel what they felt.”

He kissed her slow and deep, tongue claiming her mouth while his hands stripped her tank top and shorts off. She was naked in seconds, petite body on full display—small perky tits, flat tummy, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. The size difference was obscene: he could wrap both her wrists in one hand.

He laid her back on the blankets, spreading her legs wide. The other four girls watched hungrily, hands slipping into their own shorts.

Oppa’s fingers teased her slit first—two thick digits rubbing her clit until she was moaning. He pushed one finger in; her pussy clenched tight around it. “So fucking tiny,” he groaned. “Gonna wreck this virgin cunt.” He added a second finger, scissoring gently, then a third. Yeonji came hard just from that, back arching, crying out.

He freed his cock. It was monstrous—long, veiny, thicker than her wrist, the head already drooling precum. He rubbed it against her folds, coating it. “Watch, girls,” he told the others. “Watch me deflower your maknae.”

He pushed in. Yeonji’s eyes widened as the fat head breached her entrance, stretching her pussy lips obscenely wide. “O-oppa… it’s too big!” she gasped, but her hips bucked up anyway. Inch by inch he sank deeper, her tight walls gripping him like a vice. The bulge appeared immediately in her lower belly, the clear outline of his cock visible under her skin. When he bottomed out, his balls pressed against her ass and she could feel him in her throat.

He fucked her slow at first, letting her adjust, then built speed. The wet squelching sounds filled the dorm as he pounded her tiny pussy. Yeonji screamed in pleasure, cumming twice around him, walls fluttering. The girls watched, fingering themselves, whispering encouragement: “Take it, Yeonji-ya… look at that bulge… he’s owning you.”

Oppa growled, hips snapping harder. “Gonna fill this virgin womb.” He slammed deep and erupted—thick, hot ropes of cum blasting straight into her cervix, so much it swelled her belly slightly. When he pulled out, a gush of white cum poured from her ruined pussy.

But he wasn’t done. He flipped her onto all fours, ass up, face down in the pillows. The girls leaned in closer, eyes glued to her leaking holes.

“Ready for your other virginity?” he asked, smearing her own cum and his load over her tiny pink asshole. He pressed the head against it. The stretch was brutal—her ring burned as it slowly yielded, swallowing the massive girth. Yeonji sobbed in ecstasy as he sank balls-deep into her virgin ass. The bulge was even more pronounced now, his cock reshaping her guts.

He fucked her ass relentlessly, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. Yeonji came again, screaming, ass clenching around him. The girls were moaning too, some of them touching each other now, turned on beyond words by the sight of their maknae getting double-deflowered.

Oppa roared as he came, pumping rope after rope of thick cum deep into her bowels. When he finally pulled out, both her holes gaped slightly, creamy white cum bubbling out and dripping down her thighs in thick streams. Yeonji collapsed, trembling, a blissful smile on her face.

The girls clapped softly, crawling in to kiss her cheeks. “Happy birthday, Yeonji-ya,” Hayeon whispered. “Now you’re one of us.”

Oppa pulled Yeonji into his lap, huge arms cradling her cum-filled body. “My perfect little idols,” he murmured. “We’re doing this again next week.”

The dorm smelled of sex and satisfaction. Yeonji’s first creampies—pussy and ass—were everything her unnies promised. And she couldn’t wait for more.

[mistyrani]

LOVE & MILF

ARTMS' Haseul & tripleS' Hayeon x Male OC

~7.1k | fanprose

Haseul stood in front of the hallway mirror, smoothing out her tight yoga pants. At forty-seven, she knew she looked good. She wasn't the type to have a huge chest, but everything was firm and in the right place. Her skin was clear, and she often got mistaken for Hayeon’s older sister rather than her mother.

Being a widow for five years had been lonely, and lately, that loneliness was turning into a hunger.

The front door opened, and she heard the familiar sound of laughter. Her daughter, Hayeon, walked in, followed by Minjun.

Minjun was a great guy. He was twenty-four, had a steady job at a tech firm, and was always polite. He carried himself with a quiet confidence that Haseul found incredibly attractive.

"Hi, Mom! We're back," Hayeon called out, dropping her bag on the sofa.

"Hello, Auntie," Minjun said with a respectful bow. He always called her "Auntie," which usually made Haseul feel old, but today, she wanted to use it to her advantage.

"Oh, Minjun, you’re here again," Haseul said, walking into the living room slowly. She made sure to stand close to him—closer than a mother-in-law usually would. "You look tired. Does that office work keep you too busy?"

Minjun smiled nervously, stepping back half an inch. "It’s okay, Auntie. Just a long day of meetings."

"Well, you're in luck. I’m making a big dinner," Haseul said. She reached out and patted his arm, letting her hand linger on his bicep. She felt the muscle tighten under his shirt. "You need your strength, a big strong man like you."

Hayeon giggled, oblivious to the tension. "Mom, stop embarrassing him! He’s already the best boyfriend ever."

"I'm just looking out for him, honey," Haseul replied, her eyes locked on Minjun’s. She gave him a slow wink that made him look at the floor immediately.

During dinner, the table was small, which meant their knees were close.

Haseul sat directly across from Minjun. Every few minutes, she would "accidentally" brush her foot against his leg under the table.

Minjun would jump slightly, cough, and take a big gulp of water. He was a good man, he loved Hayeon and respected Haseul. He didn't want to think that his girlfriend’s mother was hitting on him, but it was getting harder to ignore.

"Minjun, try the spicy pork," Haseul said, picking up a piece with her chopsticks. Instead of putting it on his plate, she held it up to his mouth. "Open up."

Hayeon watched, a bit confused but still smiling. "Mom, he has hands."

"I know, but I want to make sure he enjoys it," Haseul whispered.

Minjun felt his face turn red. He didn't want to be rude, so he leaned in and took the food from her chopsticks.

"Is it good?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave.

"Yes... thank you, Auntie," Minjun stammered.

"You have a little sauce right here," Haseul said.

Before he could grab a napkin, she reached across and wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb. She didn't pull away quickly. She let her thumb rest on his lower lip for a second too long.

Hayeon finally looked a little uncomfortable. "Okay, Mom, that's enough. You're acting weird today."

"I’m just being friendly, Hayeon. Don't be so sensitive," Haseul laughed, but she didn't look at her daughter. She was watching the way Minjun’s throat moved as he swallowed hard.

After dinner, Hayeon went upstairs to take a quick shower before they watched a movie.

This left Minjun and Haseul alone in the living room. Minjun immediately sat on the far end of the couch, staring intently at the TV.

Haseul didn't sit in the armchair. She sat right next to him.

"You know, Minjun," she started, leaning back so her shoulder pressed against his. "Hayeon is a lucky girl. You’re very handsome, and you’re so polite. It’s hard to find a man like you these days."

"Thank you, Auntie. I really care about her," Minjun said, his voice shaking slightly. He was trying to be firm, trying to remind her—and himself—where he stood.

"I know you do. But a man has needs, too. Does she take good care of you?" Haseul asked. She shifted her weight, and the fabric of her yoga pants rustled against his jeans. She put her hand on his knee.

Minjun froze. "Auntie, please. Hayeon is upstairs."

"She’s in the shower, Minjun. She can’t hear us," Haseul whispered, leaning closer until he could smell her perfume—something floral and heavy.

"You’re so tense. Why are you so scared of me?"

"I’m not scared," Minjun said, finally looking at her. "I just... I respect you. You're her mother."

Haseul leaned in even closer, her face inches from his. "I’m also a woman, Minjun. A very lonely woman who hasn't had a man’s attention in a long time. Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

Minjun looked at her lips, then back at her eyes. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him because, deep down, he had noticed. It was impossible not to. She was beautiful, and the way she was looking at him right now made his heart race for all the wrong reasons.

"I have to go," Minjun said, suddenly standing up.

"Going so soon? The movie hasn't even started," Haseul said, remaining seated, looking up at him with a smile.

"I forgot I have an early report tomorrow," he lied, backing away toward the door.

Just then, Hayeon came jogging down the stairs, drying her hair with a towel. "Wait, Minjun, you're leaving?"

"Yeah, sorry babe. Work stuff, maybe next time," Minjun said, not looking at Haseul. He kissed Hayeon quickly on the forehead and hurried out the door.

Hayeon sighed and sat down where Minjun had been. "He’s been so stressed lately. Maybe work is really getting to him."

Haseul leaned back, stretching her arms over her head so her shirt pulled tight. She saw the way he looked at her before he ran away.

"Maybe," Haseul said softly. "But don't worry, honey. I’ll make sure he feels welcome next time he comes over. I think he just needs to get used to how we do things in this house."

Hayeon looked at her mother, a small frown forming on her face. "Mom, you were really laying it on thick tonight. It was kind of embarrassing."

"I was just being a good hostess, Hayeon," Haseul replied, her voice smooth and innocent. "I just want him to feel like part of the family."

Hayeon didn't hear her. She was already scrolling through her phone, texting Minjun that she loved him.

The next Friday, Hayeon called from her job at the mall to say she would be two hours late. Minjun, however, didn't get the message in time. He showed up at the front door at 6:00 PM, holding a bag of takeout and looking tired from his long week.

Haseul opened the door wearing a silk robe that barely reached her mid-thigh. She had been waiting for a moment like this.

"Oh, Minjun. Hayeon isn't home yet," she said, her voice low and smooth. She didn't move out of the doorway, forcing him to stand close to her to speak.

"Oh, I should probably go then," Minjun said, shifting the weight of the bag.

"Don't be silly. It's hot out. Come inside and have a cold drink." She reached out, taking his wrist and pulling him gently into the air-conditioned house. "I was just about to hop in the shower, but I can wait."

She led him to the kitchen. As he put the food on the counter, Haseul stood right behind him. She could feel the heat radiating off his back. Minjun turned around and found himself trapped between the counter and Haseul’s body.

"Auntie, I really think I should wait in the car," he whispered, his heart drumming against his ribs.

"Why are you so nervous, Minjun? It’s just us." Haseul reached up, her fingers grazing the collar of his work shirt. She began to slowly undo the top button. "You're sweating. Let me help you get comfortable."

"I can't... you’re her mother," he gasped, but he didn't pull away. His eyes were fixed on the opening of her robe, where the firm curve of her chest was clearly visible.

"I am," Haseul whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "But Hayeon is young. She doesn't know how to appreciate a man like you. She doesn't know what you need after a long day."

She slid her hands inside his shirt, her palms flat against his warm chest. Minjun groaned, his resolve crumbling. Haseul’s skin was soft, and she moved with a confidence that Hayeon didn't have.

Haseul took his hand and guided it to her waist, pressing it against the smooth silk of her robe. "Do I feel like an 'Auntie' to you right now, Minjun?"

Minjun looked down at her. Her face was youthful, her eyes full of a dark, hungry fire. He was a good man, but he was also human. The constant teasing over the past few weeks had pushed him to the edge.

"No," he rasped, his fingers tightening on her waist.

"Good," she smiled, reaching down to untie the belt of her robe. It slid off her shoulders, pooling on the kitchen floor.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her breasts firm and tipped with dark pink. Minjun’s breath hitched. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

"Hayeon will be home soon," he warned, though his voice lacked any real conviction.

"We have an hour," Haseul replied, stepping into his arms. She pulled his head down and kissed him hard.

Minjun gave in, dropping the bag of food as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up onto the kitchen counter.

Haseul wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him as close as possible. She felt the hard line of him through his trousers and let out a soft moan of triumph.

"Show me," she whispered against his ear. "Show me what my daughter is missing."

Minjun’s hands were shaking as he gripped Haseul’s thighs. He looked at her, Haseul leaned back on her elbows, arching her back just enough to make her firm breasts stand out. She looked at him with a hungry gaze, her lips parted.

"Don't stop now, Minjun," she breathed.

Minjun didn't say a word. He dropped to his knees between her legs. The scent of her perfume and the heat of her body were overwhelming. He leaned forward, his face inches away from her.

Slowly he finally pressed his lips against her soft skin, Haseul let out a sharp, jagged breath and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

He started slow, his tongue tracing light circles, testing the waters. But the way she reacted—the way her hips bucked slightly against the counter—drove him wild. He forgot about being the "polite boyfriend." He forgot about the "Auntie" title. He only cared about the woman in front of him.

"Oh, yes... right there," Haseul moaned, her head falling back. She gripped the edge of the counter so hard.

Minjun got bolder, his tasting becoming deeper. He could hear her breath hitching, turning into small, desperate whimpers.

Haseul looked down at the top of his head, feeling a surge of power. She had spent months wondering what it would feel like to have him like this, and the reality was better than the fantasy. His youth and his strength were exactly what she needed to feel alive again.

"You're so good at this," she whispered, her voice cracking. "So much better than I imagined."

Minjun was lost in her. He felt a desperate need to please her, to prove that he was the man she wanted him to be.

Suddenly, the sound of a car pulled into the driveway. The headlights flashed through the kitchen window for a brief second, light up the room.

Minjun froze, his heart leaping into his throat. He looked up at Haseul, his eyes wide with pure terror. "Is that her? Is that Hayeon?"

Haseul didn't look scared. She listened for a moment. "No, that’s the neighbor’s car. Relax."

She reached down, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him back up toward her. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to finish what he started. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him with a messy hunger.

"Don't stop," she pleaded against his mouth. "We still have time. I need you, Minjun."

He reached for his belt again, his eyes locking onto hers.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered back.

He reached down and finally freed his cock from his trousers. He was hard and throbbing, his body fully reacting to the tension that had been building for weeks.

Haseul’s eyes widened as she looked at him. She reached out with a manicured hand, her fingers wrapping around him. She squeezed gently, feeling the heat and the pulse of his blood.

"Look at you," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Hayeon has no idea what a man she has."

She didn't wait for him to respond. She slid off the counter, landing softly. She sank to her knees on the kitchen floor right in front of him. Minjun let out a shaky breath, his hands finding her shoulders for support as he looked down at her.

Haseul looked up at him, a playful, hungry smile on her face. She leaned in, her tongue licking the tip of him slowly, savoring the taste.

Minjun’s head fell back, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Auntie..." he choked out, the word sounded ridiculous in this position.

"Hush," she murmured against his skin.

She took him into her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal. She moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm that showed her years of experience. She knew exactly how to use her tongue and how much pressure to apply.

Minjun gripped her shoulders harder, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep his balance.

The sensation was incredible. It was nothing like the shy, hesitant way Hayeon approached things. Haseul was aggressive and confident. She looked up at him while she did it, her eyes locked onto his, watching his reaction. She loved seeing the way his face contorted with pleasure, the way his breath came in short.

She increased the pace, her hand moving at the base to match the rhythm of her mouth. Minjun felt the heat building in his gut, a pressure that was becoming impossible to control. He tried to hold back, thinking of the front door and the ticking clock, but Haseul wouldn't let him. She used her other hand to reach up and stroke his thigh, pulling him closer into her.

"I'm... I'm close," Minjun warned, his voice breaking.

Haseul didn't pull away. Instead, she sped up, her eyes sparking with triumph. She wanted all of him. She wanted to prove that she could break his willpower completely.

As he reached his limit, Minjun’s knees buckled slightly. "Fuck…—" as he finally let go.

She stayed with him through every second of it, refusing to let go until he was completely spent.

When she finally pulled back, swallows what she got in her mouth, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at him with a satisfied glow.

Minjun was leaning against the counter, gasping for air, his eyes glazed over.

"Come on," she whispered, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the living room. "The counter is too hard. I want to show you something better."

Minjun followed her like, he knew he should be getting his clothes back on, grabbing the takeout, and pretending to watch TV, but his body wouldn't listen to his conscience.

When they got to the wide, leather sofa in the living room, Haseul pushed him down. Minjun sank into the cushions, still half-dressed, his shirt open and his trousers bunched around his ankles. Before he could even catch his breath, Haseul was climbing over him. She straddled his lap, her knees digging into the cushions on either side of his hips.

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock, which was already hardening again under her touch. She guided him to the entrance of her wet, aching heat. She didn't hesitate. She lowered herself down slowly, her eyes locked onto his, watching the exact moment he slid inside her.

"Oh... fuck," Minjun groaned, his head hitting the back of the sofa. She felt tight—too tight—and the heat of her was like a physical weight.

Haseul didn't wait for him to find a rhythm. She started to move immediately. She was an expert. She knew exactly how to tilt her pelvis to catch him just right. She began to grind her hips in a slow, circular motion, her firm breasts bouncing slightly with every movement. She wasn't just riding him, she was controlling him.

"You like that, don't you, Minjun?" she hissed, leaning forward so her chest pressed against his. "You like having your girlfriend's mom take care of you like this?"

Minjun couldn't even answer. He reached up, his hands finding her waist, his thumbs digging into the soft skin of her hips. He started to thrust upward, meeting her pace. She was moving like a pro, her back arched, her hands resting on his chest for balance.

"Harder," she commanded. "I want you to forget everything else. Just think about how good this feels."

Haseul was relentless. She bounced on him that left Minjun gasping for air. Every time he felt like he was going to lose it, she would slow down just a fraction, teasing him, before slamming back down even harder. She was a woman who had been starved for a long time, and she was feasting on his youth and energy.

"Haseul... I'm going to... I can't hold it," Minjun rasped. His vision was starting to blur, pushing him over the edge faster than he ever thought possible.

Haseul felt the change in his body. She felt the way his muscles tensed up and the way his thrusts became more desperate. She leaned down and bit his shoulder, her nails scratching deep into his back. "Do it," she whispered. "Give it to me."

With a sudden burst of strength, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off him just as he felt the first wave of his climax hit.

Haseul let out a cry, her body sliding off him and landing face-down on the sofa cushions, her ass tilted up in the air. Minjun scrambled to his knees behind her. He was shaking, his breath coming in ragged sobs. He gripped his cock with one hand, stroking himself fast and hard as the pressure finally exploded.

"Oh fuckkk!" he yelled, though he tried to keep his voice muffled.

The first thick stream of white cum hit the small of her back. He didn't stop. He kept stroking, his hand moving in a blur. More and more of him splattered across her smooth, tan skin. It coated her lower back and began to drip down between the cheeks of her firm ass. Haseul stayed there, panting, her face buried in a pillow, feeling the hot liquid land on her skin. She loved it. She loved the mark he was leaving on her.

Minjun finally collapsed back against the sofa, his hand dropping to his side. He was covered in sweat, his heart feeling like it was going to burst out of his chest. He looked at the mess he had made on her—the white streaks standing out against her dark skin—and the reality of what they had just done hit him like a freight train.

Haseul slowly sat up, turning around to look at him. She looked like a mess, her hair tangled and her makeup slightly smeared. She reached back, her fingers touching the wetness on her hip, and then she looked at her hand.

"Good boy, Minjun," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Before he could respond, they heard the distinct sound of a key turning in the front door lock.

"Mom? Minjun? I'm home! The mall let us out early because the AC broke!" Hayeon’s voice echoed through the hallway.

The cold sweat from Minjun’s face. He looked like he was about to faint. Haseul, however, didn't panic. She grabbed her silk robe from the floor and threw it on, tying the belt in one swift motion. She grabbed a nearby throw blanket and tossed it over Minjun’s lap.

"Clean yourself up, fast," she whispered, her eyes sharp. "And put that takeout on the table."

She walked toward the hallway, smoothing her hair and putting on her best "innocent mother" smile.

"We're in here, honey!" she called out, her voice perfectly steady. "Minjun was just telling me about his day. We were just about to start the food."

Minjun’s hands were still shaking as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had managed to clean himself up and pull his pants up just seconds before Hayeon walked into the living room. The smell of the takeout food helped mask the scent of what had just happened on the sofa.

"Hey, babe!" Hayeon said, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss Minjun on the cheek. "Sorry I'm late. You look... hot. Is the AC not working well?"

"It's just a bit humid tonight," Minjun stammered, forced to look at his girlfriend while her mother sat just a few feet away, her silk robe still slightly damp in places.

Dinner was a blur of tension. Haseul sat at the head of the table, sipping a glass of red wine. She looked perfectly calm, even as she watched Minjun struggle to hold his chopsticks steady. Every time Hayeon laughed or touched Minjun’s arm, Haseul would catch Minjun’s eye and give a tiny smirk.

"Babe, it’s so late already," Hayeon said, leaning her head on his shoulder as they finished the last of the noodles. "And it’s raining outside now. Why don’t you just sleep over? We can watch movies and stay up late. I really want us to spend more time together."

Minjun felt a knot in his stomach. "I… I don't know. I don't want to be a bother to your mom."

"Oh, nonsense," Haseul said, setting her wine glass down with a soft clink. "I think it’s a lovely idea. Minjun is always welcome here. You two go on up. I’ll finish cleaning up the kitchen."

Hayeon beamed, pulling Minjun toward the stairs. "See? Mom doesn't mind! Come on, I’m going to go change into something comfortable. I'll meet you in my room in five minutes."

Hayeon skipped up the stairs, leaving Minjun alone in the hallway with Haseul. The silence was heavy. Minjun started to follow Hayeon, but Haseul stepped in front of him, blocking the bottom of the staircase.

She reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a small, square foil packet. She took Minjun’s hand and pressed the condom into his palm, closing his fingers over it.

"Take this," she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "Just in case."

Minjun stared at the packet, then at her. "Auntie... what… what is this?"

Haseul leaned in close, her lips almost touching his ear. "She’s a big girl, Minjun. And I know you're a big boy with a lot of... energy. I saw that for myself tonight." She gave his hand a firm squeeze. "Go ahead. Just don't break her. She’s not as tough as I am."

Minjun felt a rush of heat go through him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Haseul was giving him her blessing—or perhaps, she was just marking her territory, letting him know that even when he was with her daughter, she was the one in control.

"Go on," Haseul said, giving him a gentle push toward the stairs. "Don't keep her waiting."

Minjun walked up the stairs in a daze. When he entered Hayeon’s room, the lights were dimmed. Hayeon was sitting on the edge of the bed in a thin nightgown, looking nervous but happy.

"There you are," she said softly. "I was worried you changed your mind."

Minjun sat on the edge of the bed, the small foil packet in his pocket feeling like it was burning a hole through his pants.

Hayeon leaned against his shoulder, her hair smelling like fresh shampoo. The room was cozy, filled with posters and stuffed animals.

"Your mom is... she's really something," Minjun said, his voice a bit shaky. He was trying to sound casual, "I mean, I was surprised she was so cool with me staying over. Most moms would be standing at the door with a knife kitchen or at least making me sleep on the hard floor in the living room."

Hayeon laughed softly, her fingers tracing the calluses on his hand. "I know. She’s different. People always think she’s going to be strict because she’s so beautiful and poised, but she’s actually my best friend."

Minjun swallowed hard. "Best friends? Do you guys... talk about everything?"

"Pretty much," Hayeon said, looking up at him with honest eyes. "When my dad passed away five years ago, it was just the two of us. We had to lean on each other for everything. The grief was so heavy, Babe. I watched her cry every night for a year, but she always stayed strong for me during the day. We made a pact back then, no secrets. Ever."

She shifted closer, resting her head on his chest. "That's why she's so chill about you. I told her how much I like you, and she told me she wants me to be happy. She said life is too short to spend it being lonely or following old-fashioned rules."

Minjun felt a chill run down his spine. No secrets. If that was true, did Hayeon know what her mother was doing? Or was Haseul breaking that pact every time she touched him? Or worse—was this all part of some game they played together?

"She told me to take care of you," Minjun whispered, thinking of the condom in his pocket.

"She really likes you, Minjun," Hayeon said, her voice dropping to a shy whisper. She reached out and began to unbutton his shirt, her movements much slower and more hesitant than her mother's had been. "She told me today that I shouldn't be afraid to show you how I feel. She said a man like you needs to feel appreciated."

Minjun looked down at Hayeon. She was so young, so sincere. She didn't have the predatory fire that Haseul had, but there was a sweet heat in her eyes.

"Is that what she said?" Minjun asked, his hands moving to Hayeon's waist.

"Yeah," Hayeon breathed, her face reddening as she pulled his shirt off his shoulders. "She said I should learn from her... that she could teach me how to keep a man happy."

Minjun froze for a second. The way she said it made him wonder exactly how much "teaching" had been going on. He thought of Haseul downstairs, probably sitting with her wine, listening to the floorboards creak above her head. She had given him the tool, she had given him the permission, and she had given him the warning.

Don't break her.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the square packet. When Hayeon saw it, her eyes widened, but she didn't look away. She looked at him with trust.

"Mom gave you that, didn't she?" Hayeon asked softly.

"She did," Minjun admitted.

Hayeon smiled, a little bit of her mother’s mischief finally appearing in her expression. "Then I guess we shouldn't let it go to waste. I want to be close to you tonight, Babe. Really close."

Minjun moved slowly, his hands trembling as he pulled the nightgown over Hayeon’s head. She was beautiful in a way that was softer than her mother, her body youthful and lithe, her pale skin.

He began to kiss her, starting at her forehead and working his way down. He kissed her cheeks, her jawline, and the sensitive skin behind her ears. Hayeon let out soft, airy gasps, her fingers curling into the sheets. Unlike the aggressive, demanding hunger of Haseul, Hayeon was like a flower opening up.

He moved his lips down to her neck and then her collarbone, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the valley between her breasts. Hayeon arched her back, her breath hitching. "Minjun," she whispered, her voice filled with a pure kind of wanting.

He spent a long time worshiping her body. He kissed her stomach, the insides of her wrists, and the soft skin of her inner thighs. He wanted to be thorough, to be the perfect boyfriend she thought he was.

Finally, the moment came. Minjun reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the foil packet. His fingers fumbled with the packaging. As he rolled the condom into place, the reality hit him hard. He looked at Hayeon, who was lying back against the pillows, her hair spread out like a dark fan, looking at him with nothing but love and trust.

He couldn't do it. Not without saying something. The guilt making it hard to breathe.

He paused, his hands hovering over her hips, his eyes searching hers.

"Hayeon," he rasped, his voice cracking. "I... I have to tell you something. Before we do this. About tonight. About your mom."

He expected her to look confused or hurt. He expected her to pull away. He was ready to confess everything—the kitchen counter, the living room sofa, the way Haseul had tasted. He wanted to tell her that he felt like he was losing his mind.

"I know," she said softly.

Hayeon didn't move. She didn't look mad. Instead, a small smile curled the corners of her lips. She reached up, her cool fingers stroking his chin, tracing the line of his jaw.

Minjun froze. The world felt like it had stopped spinning. "You... you know?"

Hayeon giggled, she pulled him down, so his face was inches from hers. "I told you, Babe. We share everything. We don't have secrets in this house."

"But... downstairs... she and I..." Minjun stammered, his brain struggling to process her reaction. "I didn't mean for it to happen. She was just so... and I..."

Hayeon placed a finger over his lips to silence him. "I know she’s been teasing you for weeks. I saw the way you looked at her, and I saw the way she looked at you. My mom is a very beautiful woman, Minjun. She’s been lonely for a long time, and she has very... specific tastes."

She shifted her hips, pulling him closer into the cradle of her thighs. "I knew she was going to try something tonight. I even told her to be nice to you while I was 'late' coming home from the mall."

Minjun’s jaw dropped. The room felt like it was tilting. "You told her to?"

"I didn't think she would be quite this fast, though," Hayeon said, she glanced at the marks on his shoulder—the red scratches Haseul had left behind. "She really couldn't help herself, could she? I guess you’re even more tough than I thought."

Minjun felt a wave of vertigo. He had spent the last hour feeling like a monster, like he had destroyed a family, only to find out that he was the only one who hadn't been in on the plan. The mother and daughter were a team.

"Why?" he managed to ask. "Why would you want that?"

Hayeon’s expression turned a bit more serious, though the smile remained. "Because I love you, Minjun. And I love my mom. If I’m going to spend my life with someone, I want to know they fit into our world. My mom knows what a real man needs. She knows things I’m still learning. She told me she would 'test' you, to see if you could handle us. Both of us."

She ran her hands down his back, her nails lightly grazing the same spots Haseul had marked. "And besides... seeing you like this, knowing you've already been with her... it makes me want you even more. It’s like you’ve been seasoned."

Minjun looked at her, truly looked at her. He saw the same hunger in Hayeon’s eyes that he had seen in Haseul’s downstairs. It was just wrapped in a younger, sweeter package. The "Auntie" and the "Girlfriend" were two sides of the same coin.

"So you're not mad?" he whispered.

"Mad?" Hayeon laughed again, pulling his head down for a deep, lingering kiss. "Babe, I’m thrilled. Now, stop talking about my mother and show me why she was so impressed. I’ve been waiting all night to see what all the fuss is about."

He gripped Hayeon’s waist, his thumbs pressing into her soft skin. He began to move, entering her with a slow, deliberate force. Hayeon let out a loud, sharp cry of pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist, locking him in.

"Yes," she gasped against his neck. "Oh my god, Minjun..."

As they found their rhythm, Minjun found himself looking toward the bedroom door. It was closed, but he could imagine Haseul standing on the other side, or perhaps sitting in the dark hallway, listening to the sounds of her daughter experiencing what she had just tasted.

He didn't care anymore. He leaned down and bit Hayeon’s shoulder, mimicking the way her mother had bitten him. Hayeon responded by arching her back, her fingers digging into his hair.

The pace increased. The bed frame creaked rhythmically against the wall. Minjun was no longer holding back. He was moving with a wild, primal energy, fueled by the knowledge that he didn't have to choose.

Hayeon was loud—much louder than her mother had been. She called out his name, her body shaking with every thrust.

"Don't... don't stop," she begged, her eyes glazed over. "I want to feel everything."

Minjun pushed himself harder, he felt the sweat dripping off his forehead and onto her chest.

"Hayeon, I'm... I'm going to..."

"Do it, Babe! Fill me up!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the small room.

He didn't pull out this time. He slammed into her one last time, his body convulsing as he released everything into her. Hayeon screamed into his shoulder, her own climax hitting her at the same time, her body tensing up like a bowstring before finally going limp.

They lay there for a long time, the only sound the heavy thud of their hearts and the dying rain outside. Minjun felt drained, both physically and emotionally. He collapsed onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, sharing heavy breathing.

Minjun rolled off Hayeon and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Hayeon immediately crawled over to him, resting her head on his chest and draping an arm across his stomach.

Minjun closed his eyes, a small, tired smile forming on his face. He was exhausted, but for the first time in years, he felt completely alive.

The exhaustion was total. Minjun’s body simply shut down, leaving him in a deep, heavy sleep.

For about half an hour, a sensation started to pull him back to the surface. It was a warm, wet feeling.

At first, he thought he was dreaming, but the sensation was too vivid, too real. He felt a soft tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, while a set of small, nimble fingers stroked the base.

Minjun’s eyes fluttered open. The room was still dim, lit only by the soft glow of a streetlamp filtering through the rain-streaked window. He looked down toward the foot of the bed, and his breath hitched in his throat.

There were two of them.

Hayeon was kneeling between his legs, her hair messy and her eyes bright with a new kind of confidence. But beside her, leaning over the edge of the bed with her silk robe hanging open, was Haseul.

The mother and daughter were working together, their hands moving in sync, their eyes meeting over his lap with smiles that made Minjun’s blood run hot all over again.

"Look who’s finally awake," Haseul whispered. She reached out and traced a line from his navel down to where Hayeon’s mouth was busy. "We thought we’d give you a little wake-up call."

Minjun tried to speak, but all that came out was a low, shaky groan. "Auntie... Hayeon... what are you doing?"

"We're taking care of you, Babe," Hayeon said, pulling back for a second to give him a cheeky grin. Her lips were wet and glistening. "Mom said you probably had a little bit left in you, and I wanted to see if she was right."

Haseul moved closer, climbing onto the bed so she was perched on her knees next to her daughter. She took over with her hand, her grip firm and experienced, while Hayeon watched intently, learning the technique.

"See, honey?" Haseul murmured to Hayeon, her voice a low purr. "You have to be firm but gentle. Like this."

Minjun felt like he was losing his mind. The sight of the two women—one the girl he loved, the other the woman who had dominated him hours before—playing with him together was more than he could process. His body, despite the exhaustion, was already responding. He was hardening rapidly under their combined attention.

"Oh, look," Haseul giggled, her eyes locked onto Minjun's. "He’s a fast learner. Just like I told you, Hayeon. He’s got so much potential."

Haseul leaned forward, her firm breasts brushing against Minjun’s knees as she bent down to join her daughter. Now, both of them were tasting him, their tongues competing for space, their hands crossing over each other. The sensation was overwhelming. It was a sensory overload of heat, wetness, and the scent of two different but familiar women.

Minjun gripped the headboard of the bed, his knuckles turning white. "I can't... this is too much," he gasped.

"It's just the beginning," Haseul said, pulling back to look at him, her face flushed with heat. "We decided that since we’re sharing everything, we might as well start now."

Hayeon looked up at her mother. "Can I try what you did earlier, Mom? The way you moved?"

Haseul smiled, a proud look in her eyes. "Of course, honey. Stand up. I’ll show you how to lead him."

Under Haseul’s direction, Hayeon climbed on top of Minjun again. But this time, Haseul didn't leave. She sat right behind Hayeon, her arms wrapped around her daughter's waist, guiding her movements. She reached around and played with Hayeon’s breasts while Hayeon lowered herself onto Minjun.

The feeling of being inside Hayeon while her mother coached her and touched her was something Minjun couldn't have imagined in his wildest fantasies. Every thrust was guided by Haseul’s hands on Hayeon’s hips.

"Slower, honey. Make him feel every bit of you," Haseul whispered into Hayeon’s ear.

Minjun watched them, the way their bodies moved together in a perfect, synchronized dance. He saw the family resemblance—the same curve of the hip, the same intensity in the eyes. He felt like he was being consumed by them, drawn into a circle of fire that he never wanted to leave.

"You like this, don't you, Minjun?" Haseul asked, leaning her head over Hayeon’s shoulder so she could look him in the eye. Her hand reached down, sliding between their bodies to touch the place where they were joined. "You like being our man?"

"Yes," Minjun choked out. "Yes, I love it."

Hayeon let out a long, high-pitched moan as she found her rhythm. She was moving with a new kind of power now, fueled by her mother’s presence and Minjun’s reaction.

Haseul started to kiss Hayeon’s neck, her hands moving all over her daughter’s body, while her eyes never left Minjun’s. It was a display of pure, unashamed intimacy that shattered every rule Minjun had ever known. He felt his climax building again, stronger and more violent than the ones before.

"I'm going to... I'm going to come!" Minjun yelled, his body beginning to shake.

Minjun exploded, his body bucking off the mattress. He poured everything he had left into Hayeon, while Haseul squeezed them both tight, her own body shivering as she watched them finish. It was a collective explosion of energy that left all three of them gasping for air, tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat.

As the dust settled, Hayeon collapsed onto Minjun’s chest, her heart racing against his. Haseul lay down beside them, draping a long, tan arm over both of them.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was peaceful. The storm outside had passed, leaving only the sound of the dripping eaves.

"Now," Haseul said softly, her voice full of warmth. "I think we can finally get some sleep."

She reached over and kissed Hayeon on the forehead, then turned and kissed Minjun deeply on the lips—a kiss that tasted of her daughter and herself.

"Welcome to the family, Minjun," she whispered.

Minjun lay there, sandwiched between the two most beautiful women he had ever known. He was beyond exhausted, his body feeling like it was made of lead, but his mind was at peace.

He was never going to leave this house.

The weeks that followed changed Minjun’s life forever. What started as a secret became their new normal.

At first, it was a bit awkward at the breakfast table, but Haseul’s easy smile and Hayeon’s constant affection quickly made the tension disappear.

They lived by a simple rule: they shared everything.

During the days, Minjun went to his office, he would get texts from Hayeon during her lunch break and spicy photos from Haseul while she was home alone. The "test" had turned into a permanent arrangement.

Sometimes, they got a little greedy. There were nights when Hayeon wanted him all to herself, pulling him into her room and locking the door. On those nights, Haseul would wait, sometimes teasing them through the wall or waiting for him to sneak into her bed in the early morning hours. Other times, Haseul would claim him first, using her experience to keep him busy for hours until he was almost too tired for her daughter.

He wasn't just a boyfriend anymore, he was the man of the house, loved and desired by two women who refused to let him go.

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Need info for future Fics 1

As yall have seen i have been adding some "non-official" pics to the fics that can help the inmersion of the setting. The question is should i keep posting them, cut back a little bit or don't add anything "non-official" ?

"Non-official" pics ?

Yes, all ok.

Ok, but a little less isn't bad

No, don't add anymore

Voting ended onApr 9

[darklucielle999]

Late night Check-up

tripleS Hyerin x Male OC

Tags: Groping, Doggystyle, Nipple play, Deepthroat, Cumshot, Squirting

Synopsis: Dr. Lee is the private doctor of tripleS members. He used his job to take advantage of them. His favorite one? Jeong Hyerin.

Heavy panting, muffled groaning and low tone of irritation fills the dimly lit practice room. It was over midnight and everyone is asleep.

But Hyerin is stucked with the company hired private doctor named Dr. Lee. who's fifteen years older than her. Older than all of her members.

Dr. Lee used his job to take advantage of tripleS members like Hyerin. Doing body check-ups to ensure they are in a right shape for their album promotions. He's using sex as an excuse for a 'check-up'.

Hyerin squirms uncomfortably as Dr. Lee's hands kneads her breasts, as if it was a part of his examination. She bites her lip hard, stifling another groan as she felt his hard cock pressing insistently against her bare ass.

"F-Fuck… You such.. a pervert." she whimpers, her voice trembling. "This isn't… a real check-up. You're just… taking advantage of us, using your job… as a excuse.."

Moments ago, Hyerin just finished recording for the group's online short form content. She didn't expect that Dr. Lee is watching her from the door.

Even as the words leave her mouth, Dr. Lee knows it's futile. Dr. Lee always finds ways to justify his inappropriate behavior, using his position of authority to manipulate and take advantage.

Dr. Lee chuckles darkly in Hyerin's ear, his hot breath tickling her skin as he continues groping her breasts. "Mmmm, look at these perfect tits. They've grown so much since the first time I had my hands on it."

His fingers pinch and tug at her sensitive nipples. "I bet these big, soft breasts feel amazing wrapped around a nice, thick cock. Don't they, Hyerin?"

Dr. Lee grinds his hips, rubbing his hard cock along the cleft of her ass. One hand slides down her toned stomach to cup her wet mound possessively. "Your body is responding so well to me. You actually love our check-ups, aren't you?"

Hyerin shakes her head in denial. "Hell no! I said many times that I hated this! Just... finish it already, you disgusting pervert! I need to sleep!"

Dr. Lee smirks, knowing full well Hyerin's protests are empty as he felt her subtle grinding against his cock. "Oh, I think we both know you're lying, little girl. Your body tells a different story."

He pinches her nipple harder, tugging sharply before releasing it. "Let's see just how wet you are…"

Dr. Lee spins Hyerin around to face him. He spread her legs, exposing her dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. "Mmm, looks like someone's ready for a thorough examination after all." he growls, his fingers dipping between her slick folds to circle her clit.

Dr. Lee went back to give attention on Hyerin's breasts, lavishing both breasts with open-mouthed kisses before suckling her light brown nipples. He alternates between them, sucking greedily as if trying to drain the very life from her sensitive buds.

"S-Stop... Stop it! Get your disgusting.. mouth off from me!"

Hyerin's attempts to push him away are weak, her strength sapped by arousal. She can only moan helplessly as Dr. Lee's tongue swirls around her stiffened nubs, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her throbbing cunt.

"Mmm, I love how sweet you are, Hyerin." Dr. Lee murmurs against her breast, his voice husky with lust. "And I can't wait to taste you down there... to see your development so far."

Dr. Lee buries his face between Hyerin's thighs, his tongue delving deep into her glistering folds. He laps up her juices, savoring her unique flavor as he eats her out with abandon.

"OH MY GO- UGGHHH~~"

Hyerin's muffled cries echo off the walls as Dr. Lee's skilled mouth works her over, his tongue flicking rapidly against her clit. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it mercilessly.

Dr. Lee's hands grip Hyerin's hips, holding her in place as he devours her pussy. He knows exactly what buttons to press, how to make her knees weak and tame a brat like her.

Hyerin's hips buck wildly as she rides Dr. Lee's face, her inner walls clenching around his tongue as she chases her orgasm. Her hands that used to push him away, now tugging in his hair, pulling him closer as she grinds her soaked clit against his demanding mouth.

Dr. Lee doubles his efforts, sucking her clit while thrusting two fingers knuckle-deep into her fluttering wet pussy.

"Yes, yes, fuck…!" Hyerin gasps, her voice ragged with need. "Don't stop, please… I'm gonna…!"

With a final suck on her clit, Dr. Lee sends Hyerin over the edge. He eagerly swallowed her squirt, some are leaked and drips on his chin. He never stopped until it is done.

Dr. Lee stood up, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he admires his handiwork. Hyerin sat down on the floor, back against the wall, chest heaving, legs still parted invitingly.

"Well, well, well… Look at you, all flushed and satisfied." Dr. Lee purrs, running a finger along Hyerin's cheek. "I'm glad my dietary advice paid off. Pineapple juice really does wonders for a squirting girl, doesn't it?"

Hyerin shoots him an annoyed glance, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "I swear I'll report you to the CEO. I..."

"You always say the same thing, Hyerin. But here you are, you loved how I give every part of your body an attention that you secretly craving for. It's natural around your age to feel... a need."

"Whatever...."

Dr. Lee chuckled darkly as he watched Hyerin's flushed face with annoyance in her eyes.

"Alright! Let's start your oral test, Shall we?"

When Hyerin heard the 'oral test', she knew what that meant. It wasn't a simple oral test. In Dr. Lee's meaning of oral test is a blowjob. A twisted way to do an oral test.

Before Hyerin can protest, Dr. Lee's thick cock already shoved into her mouth, forcing her to swallow around the invading length. She gags slightly at the sudden intrusion, her eyes widening in shock.

Dr. Lee grips her hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft as he begins to thrust shallowly. "That's it, baby… Relax your throat, take it deep."

The bitter taste of his manhood, the heat of his cock sliding against her tongue, the firm pressure of his grip in her hair. Hyerin fiercely glaced at him but she didn't have any choice but to let him fuck her mouth.

Dr. Lee's cock pistons in and out of Hyerin's mouth with increasing vigor, his balls slapping against her chin with each brutal thrust. He's relentless, determined to break her resistance and mold her into the perfect little cocksleeve.

"You'll learn to love this, Hyerin. We've done plenty of oral tests before, and you'll keep doing it until you're a pro at deepthroating."

Hyerin rolled her eyes. Her whole body is tired of dance practices earlier. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she blinks them back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Suddenly Dr. Lee pulls his cock free from Hyerin's stretched lips with a wet pop, leaving her gasping for air. Before she can catch her breath, he stood her up, bending her over in front of him.

Hyerin's heart races as she braces herself against the wall, her ass presented to Dr. Lee's eager gaze. She can feel his heated stare burning into her flesh.

Then, without warning, his palm cracks against her left cheek with a resounding smack. "Ya! What the fuck!" she glaring at him over her shoulder. Hyerin's face flushing with anger and humiliation. "You can't just- AUGHHH!!"

Dr. Lee cuts Hyerin's words by driving his thick cock deep into her welcoming heat. The tight virgin resistance is long gone; now, her slick passage welcomes his cock easily, swallowing him whole.

With a primal grunt, Dr. Lee sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against Hyerin's ass as he plows into her again and again and again.

Dr. Lee's hands roam possessively over Hyerin's curves, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he claims her body once more. Each ruthless thrust made Hyerin gasp and moan louder and louder.

"Fuck... Your pussy is... so good. I can't hold it anymore."

Dr. Lee's cock pistoning in and out of Hyerin's drenched cunt with reckless abandon. Sweat beads on his brow as he pours all his pent-up desire into each thrust, chasing his impending release.

Hyerin looked over on her shoulder with annoyed face but her eyes shows she's worried that he might fill her unprotected womb. "H-Hey! Don't you dare...! I'm not on a pill!"

"I won't take the risk, baby. I would still like to... use you whenever I want without putting a baby there."

Dr. Lee withdraws his cock from Hyerin's clenching heat just as he's on the brink of climax. He spins her around to face him. "Come here, quick!" Dr. Lee pulled her close. Her face is mere inches from his throbbing cock.

"Titjob! Use your tits!' Hyerin panickly puts Dr. Lee's cock in the valley of her breasts, pushing it together by her hands. Without a word, he begins to thrust in and out, using Hyerin's soft breasts as a makeshift cocksleeve.

The sensation is divine, the plush warmth of her breasts enveloping his cock is different from her mouth and pussy but he loved it. Dr. Lee loses himself in the blissful friction, his hips snapping forward with desperate urgency as he races toward his long-denied release.

It didn't take long until Dr. Lee's cock erupts between Hyerin's breasts, painting her creamy flesh with thick, sticky ropes of cum. His seed splatters across her cleavage, some of it drizzling on her chin and lips.

"Disgusting... You could have just use my mouth instead."

As Dr. Lee tucks his pants back, Hyerin sinks to the floor, leaning against the wall with a defeated sigh.

Dr. Lee straightens his shirt, a smug smile on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll report back to the company that you're in top physical condition for your idol duties."

His tone is casual, almost clinical, as if discussing a patient's progress rather than the depraved act he started. Hyerin's stomach twists at the thought of him presenting her state as a badge of health.

"Respectfully, Fuck you."

Dr. Lee laughed as he walked towards to the door. Before he leaves, he turned his head to look at her one last time. "Nice to work with you too, Jeong Hyerin."

"Fuck this... I fucking hate all of this. I swear I will bite his disgusting cock." Hyerin seethes with quiet fury as she hastily dresses, her fingers trembling with barely contained rage. The lingering taste of Dr. Lee's cock on her tongue, a bitter reminder of the power dynamic that binds her.

Once she left the practice room, Hyerin walked to the dorm. As soon as she entered the dimly lit dorm, she rushes to the bathroom quietly as possible, shutting the door behind her with a click.

Under the warm spray of the shower. Hyerin scrubs every inch of her skin, washing away the remnants of Dr. Lee's touch, his saliva and his sticky semen that clings into her skin.

-End-

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Fig Bread (tripleS Shion)

tripleS Shion x Random OCs A/N: Had a thought and kept going. 0 proof-reading so sorry if something is bad.

Park Shion stood at the edge of the pool in her tiny black string bikini, the thin black strings digging slightly into her smooth skin. The two tiny triangles of fabric struggled to contain her full, perky breasts, while the bottom was little more than a narrow strip that barely covered her smooth mound and left the cheeks of her round ass almost completely exposed. At 36, she still had the tight, idol-like body that turned heads, slim waist, long toned legs, and soft, flawless skin that glistened under the bright afternoon sun. But beneath that perfect exterior, months of sexual frustration had left her constantly wet and aching.

Her son’s 18th birthday pool party was loud and chaotic. Music blasted from the speakers, water splashed everywhere, and the rowdy laughter of his five best friends filled the backyard. Minjun, Jiho, Taehyung, Seungwoo, and Hyun were all 18 year old college freshmen, tall, athletic, with toned chests, strong arms, and the kind of youthful energy and stamina that made Shion’s neglected pussy throb with need every time she looked at them.

She was supposed to be the responsible mom, grilling food, handing out drinks, making sure everything stayed safe. Instead, she found herself constantly squeezing her thighs together, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs. No boyfriend, no release, just lonely nights with her fingers desperately rubbing her clit while she imagined being wanted and used again.

“Hey, Mrs. Park! You finally joining us or just teasing?” Minjun shouted with a cocky grin, his eyes already roaming over her barely-covered body.

Shion smiled back, her voice sweet but carrying a husky edge. “It’s just Shion today, boys. No ‘Mrs.’ at a pool party.” She walked slowly to the edge of the pool, hips swaying seductively, the black strings of her bikini riding high on her hips. Every step made her ass cheeks jiggle slightly, drawing hungry stares from all five boys.

She dove into the water gracefully. When she surfaced, cool water cascaded down her curves, making the black fabric turn almost transparent and cling tightly to her hardened nipples. The boys fell noticeably quieter, their swim trunks already starting to tent.

Playful splashing quickly turned dangerous. Hands “accidentally” brushed her waist, her thighs, the curve of her ass. Shion didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed back, letting her soft, round ass grind slowly against Jiho’s growing bulge underwater. She felt him twitch and harden instantly.

“You’re really fucking hot for a mom,” Taehyung muttered, eyes locked on the way her bikini top strained against her tits.

Shion turned to him, biting her lower lip, eyes dark with lust. “Frustrated, actually. Very, very frustrated.” Under the water, her hand boldly slid into his trunks and wrapped around his thick, hardening cock, giving it a slow stroke. That single touch shattered any remaining restraint.

They didn’t even bother hiding. The group quickly moved to the shaded cabana at the far, more private end of the pool area, hearts pounding at the thrill of possibly being caught. The five boys surrounded her, swim trunks pushed down to their ankles, their young, hard cocks springing free, thick, veiny, and already leaking precum.

Shion dropped gracefully to her knees on the wide cushioned lounge, looking up at them with needy, half-lidded eyes. “I need this so badly. All of you. Just for today… please make Mommy feel good. Use me.”

She started with raw hunger. Her soft, warm lips wrapped around Minjun’s thick cock first, taking him deep into her mouth while her hands stroked Jiho and Seungwoo on either side. She sucked with sloppy, enthusiastic skill, bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around the head, hollowing her cheeks, and pushing herself until she gagged wetly, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her heaving tits.

“Fuck, Shion… your mouth is perfect,” Jiho groaned, fingers tightening in her wet hair as he guided her deeper.

She rotated eagerly between them, sucking one cock while jerking the other two, then switching again. Her black string bikini top was quickly untied and tossed aside, freeing her perky, full breasts. Hands were instantly all over them, squeezing roughly, pinching and twisting her stiff nipples, slapping her tits until they bounced and turned pink.

Hyun knelt behind her, yanking the black string bikini bottoms down her legs and exposing her smooth, dripping pussy. “Holy shit, she’s absolutely soaked,” he said, voice thick with lust. He pushed two fingers into her tight cunt easily, curling them against her g-spot while his thumb rubbed circles on her swollen clit. Shion moaned loudly around Minjun’s cock, her hips pushing back greedily.

Minjun was the first to lose control. He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop and stroked himself rapidly, painting her pretty idol face and extended tongue with thick, hot ropes of cum. Shion swallowed what landed in her mouth and licked her lips, eyes glassy with arousal. “More… I need so much more.”

They lifted her onto the lounge chair. Seungwoo spread her legs wide, rubbing the fat head of his cock along her slick folds before slamming all the way in with one powerful thrust. Shion cried out sharply, her back arching off the cushion as he bottomed out deep inside her. “Yes! Fuck~ fill Mommy’s pussy! Fuck me hard!”

Seungwoo started pounding her without any mercy, his hips snapping forward, balls slapping loudly against her ass with every deep thrust. The wet, obscene squelching sound of his cock plunging into her soaked cunt filled the cabana. Her tits bounced wildly with each impact. Jiho and Hyun took turns shoving their cocks into her mouth, fucking her throat in deep, messy strokes while she gagged and drooled uncontrollably. Taehyung and Minjun played with her body, pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit, occasionally slapping her tits and making her moan even louder around the cocks stretching her lips.

Shion’s first orgasm hit her hard and fast. Her pussy clenched violently around Seungwoo’s thrusting cock as she squirted, clear fluid spraying around his shaft. She screamed in pleasure, the sound muffled by whichever dick was currently buried in her throat. Seungwoo groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into her womb.

They gave her almost no time to recover.

Jiho immediately flipped her onto all fours, grabbed the thin black strings of her discarded bikini top like makeshift reins, and drove his thick cock back into her now cum-filled pussy from behind. He railed her savagely, hips slamming against her ass, making the soft flesh ripple and jiggle with every brutal thrust. “Take it, you needy little slut. This is what you wanted, right?”

Taehyung knelt in front of her and forced his cock deep down her throat, fucking her face until tears streamed down her cum-streaked cheeks. Hands roamed everywhere, spanking her ass red, pulling her hair, twisting her nipples until she was shaking uncontrollably.

Hyun moved in next. While Jiho was still pounding her pussy, Hyun pressed the slick head of his cock against her tight little asshole. Shion whimpered around Taehyung’s dick as both holes were slowly stretched and filled at the same time. “Oh god… both holes… I’m so full…”

Soon Hyun and Jiho found a brutal rhythm, Hyun thrusting deep into her ass while Jiho pounded her sloppy, cum-leaking cunt. The thin wall between her holes made every movement feel even more intense. Shion came again almost immediately, her whole body convulsing as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, her pussy and ass clenching hard around both cocks.

The rotation continued without pause.

At one point she was riding Jiho in reverse cowgirl, bouncing wildly on his thick cock, her tits jiggling as she impaled herself over and over. Taehyung stood in front, fucking her throat while the other three jerked their cocks over her bouncing body, occasionally slapping their heavy shafts against her face and tits.

Then they put her on her back in a deep mating press, legs folded up to her shoulders. Seungwoo drilled into her pussy with long, powerful strokes that made the lounge creak beneath them, his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust. Minjun used her tits to fuck between them, sliding his slick cock through her soft cleavage while she sucked on the head each time it reached her mouth.

They used every single hole relentlessly.

Cum was pumped deep into her pussy, shot into her ass, and forced down her throat. Thick, white loads were sprayed across her face, painting her cheeks, forehead, and lips. Ropes landed on her tits, her stomach, her thighs, and even in her hair. Shion was turned into a complete, cum-drenched mess, her once-flawless skin glistening with sweat and semen, both her pussy and ass gaping slightly and leaking mixed loads of cum every time a cock pulled out.

By the time the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, Shion lay exhausted yet deeply satisfied on the cum-soaked lounge. Her black string bikini was completely ruined and discarded on the floor, stained and tangled. Her body was covered in red bite marks, handprints, and drying ropes of cum. Thick white semen slowly oozed from her well-fucked, puffy pussy and her stretched asshole.

The five boys stood or sat around her, chests heaving, their cocks still twitching and semi-hard even after multiple rounds.

Shion licked a stray drop of cum from the corner of her swollen lips and smiled weakly, her voice hoarse and raspy from hours of screaming and sucking cock. “This… was the best birthday party ever,” she whispered breathlessly. “Mommy hasn’t felt this full, this used, and this satisfied in so many years.”

Minjun smirked, lazily stroking his spent but still interested cock as he looked down at the beautiful, thoroughly wrecked woman lying beneath them. “We’re glad you liked it, Shion. But the party isn’t over yet. We still have the entire evening ahead of us… and you’re not leaving this cabana until every single one of us has cum inside you or all over you at least twice more.”

Shion let out a soft, needy laugh, her trembling legs already spreading wider in shameless invitation. Her cum-filled holes were on full, lewd display as she looked up at the five young men with fresh hunger in her eyes.

“I was really hoping you’d say that.”

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Sex Diaries 5

tripleS Yooyeon x M!Reader

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

A/N: Series of really short stuff I wrote, take it as if reading a journal. Ps. From part 4 onwards it is more like journal entries.

On March 23, 2026. The Asia tour rehearsals had just wrapped for the day in the massive practice studio on the company’s 7th floor. Mirrors on every wall, sweat-soaked hardwood floor, speakers still humming with the fading echo of “Girls’ Capitalism.” Most of the members had already showered and left for dinner plans or vocal lessons. Yooyeon lingered.

She sat cross-legged in the center of the empty room wearing nothing but an oversized tour hoodie (yours, actually) that swallowed her frame down to mid-thigh. No underwear. Hair still damp, sticking to her neck in dark strands. She was scrolling through her phone with one hand; the other idly traced slow circles over her clit, casual, almost absent-minded, like doodling while thinking.

You locked the main door behind you when you arrived. She didn’t look up right away.

“I was reading about edging,” she said brightly, as if continuing a conversation you’d never started. “Apparently if you bring someone to the brink of an orgasm twenty times without letting them finish, the final orgasm can hit dopamine levels comparable to hard drugs. Wanna help me test the theory? But reversed, I edge myself while you watch, and you can’t touch anything. Not me, not you.”

She set a timer on her phone for 45 minutes.

Then she lay back on the cool floor, knees bent, feet flat, hoodie pushed up to bunch under her breasts. She spread herself with two fingers so you could see everything, already swollen, slick, begging, and started.

Slow strokes at first. Feather-light. Breathing steady.

“Phase one, build-up only. No penetration.”

She circled her clit endlessly, hips twitching every few minutes but never chasing. When her thighs started trembling she stopped completely, hands flat on the floor beside her, panting softly, eyes locked on yours.

“Close… but not yet.”

Repeat. Again. Again.

By the tenth edge her whole body glistened with fresh sweat. Nipples hard peaks under the hoodie fabric. Voice gone breathy and cracked.

“Eleven… fuck… I can feel my heartbeat in my clit… it’s throbbing so much…”

She slid two fingers inside herself then, slow, curling, pumping just enough to graze that spot, thumb still on her clit. Her free hand pinched a nipple through the cloth, hard enough to make her gasp.

“Twelve… oh god… almost… stop—”

Hands off again. She curled into a fetal position for thirty seconds, whimpering, hips grinding air. Then back to it.

You sat against the mirror wall, phone recording from a low angle. The lens caught every flutter, every bead of arousal that dripped down toward her ass, every time her toes curled and uncurled.

At minute 38 she was a mess—voice high and broken, words tumbling out in half-sentences.

“Can’t—can’t think—everything’s pulsing—please—please let me—”

But she wouldn’t let herself. Not yet. She forced another edge, body shaking violently, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from the intensity.

“Twenty… twenty… I did twenty…”

She looked at you then, pupils blown, cheeks flushed crimson, lips bitten raw.

“Now you decide. Let me cum… or make me wait until tomorrow morning. Full day of rehearsals with no release. I’ll do whatever you say.”

You paused the recording. Walked over. Knelt between her spread thighs.

She whimpered when your breath ghosted over her.

“I will make you cum,” you said quietly.

Having now permission, she shattered.

No slow build this time, just frantic fingers, three inside now, thumb grinding her clit in tight circles. Back arched off the floor like she was being electrocuted. A wordless scream tore out of her throat. She squirted, hard, sudden arcs that soaked your jeans and puddled beneath her. Her walls clenched so visibly you could see the spasms ripple.

She kept going through it, riding the aftershocks, drawing out a second smaller but sharper climax right after. Then a third, quiet, shuddering, almost pained.

When it finally ended she collapsed flat, chest heaving, arms limp above her head. Cum and squirt and sweat everywhere. The hoodie was ruined.

After a long minute she rolled onto her side, curled toward you, and nuzzled her face into your thigh like a kitten seeking warmth.

“That was… insane,” she whispered. “Better than any cock. Better than anything.”

She stayed like that a while, soft breaths against your leg, then lifted her head with that familiar spark returning.

“But tomorrow… I want to combine it. Edge myself all day during practice breaks. Then after lights-out in the hotel, I sneak the backup dancers into our room one by one. You film each one fucking me while I’m still hypersensitive from the edging. And at the very end… you get to be the one who finally lets me break again.”

She sat up slowly, hoodie falling back down to cover the worst of the mess (though it clung transparently to her nipples and stomach).

“Deal?”

She extended her pinky toward you, cute, innocent, utterly at odds with the wrecked, dripping girl underneath.

You linked pinkies.

She beamed, kissed the corner of your mouth, then stood on shaky legs.

“Shower first. Then convenience-store ice cream. Then… maybe we test temperature play on the walk back to the dorm. Cold ice cream against my clit while people pass by. Thoughts?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the locker-room showers, already humming the next song on the setlist like the past forty-five minutes had been nothing more than a very productive study break.