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Free Panda Chapter 11 - Covered In Honey
AN: Well sorry its been literally a half year since this was updated…. Enjoy this pure smut. Onto the bad news. This fic will probably be on hiatus for a while. Both of us are in major writers block in terms of putting out millions of ideas into words so we wanted to take an official break. Don’t worry, we will be working on other fics for here in the mean time though!
Jiheon blinked a couple of times, her brain catching up to Gyuri’s question. She had been entranced listening to Gyuri’s stories, with her body reacting physically to each sordid word, only to finally snap out of it at the mention of her name. Jiheon lunged for a pillow to cover up as if suddenly remembering she was in the room with her Unnie’s and her own very visibly erect member.
“R-reward, unnie?” Jiheon stammered, eyes looking anywhere but at the two girls in front of her. Gyuri smirked and began to coax Seoyeon to stand up by tugging on a fistful of her hair.
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One year
Apparently it has been a whole year since I started writing smuts. Thank you for everyone who’ve read my stories and liked them.
This has been perhaps the most exciting year ever in my short life, getting to know and talk to other writers about kpop and writing, writing quick snippets just to harness the horny energy and imagining all the scenarios I haven’t got to write.
I’ve written 9 stories throughout the year, which is not even 1 story a month. Not good, but I also have been extremely busy at procrastinating…so yeah. Anyways, thank you again to everyone who reads my stories, I won’t stop writing yet, just really slow updates.
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Greetings!
We wish you a great day as you receive this message.
After the initial reception of the Smuttys, we have decided that the best course of action is to heed advice from you, the creative, for input on managing this year’s ceremony. We realized in our haste and lack of preperation the surprising number of snubs as well as nominees that didn’t win a single award, and for some, we rubbed them the wrong way. We sincerely apologize for our mistakes.
So we would now kindly like to hear from you about what we should do for this year. What changes should we make? What sort of involvement do we add for readers and writers alike?
Our original vision remains the same: to give due props and appreciation to creatives for providing artful content for us to enjoy.
We hope you’ll be kind to us and answer in a sincere, honest manner.
If you choose not to read anything below on why I think there shouldn’t be a Smutty and insist on doing it, Please At Least Respect The Writers That Said They Don’t Want To Participate And Not Put Them In.
And you know what, if you really want to appreciate our writings, don’t make a Smutty, just send a simple “Thank you, I liked your stuff” message to that writer.
With that out of the way, let us go on with why I think the Smutty shouldn’t take place.
As much as I understand your objective in highlighting and appreciating the things we write, the very idea of an award show is to rank stuff, to create a sense of competition and to crown a winner.
You do not need me to tell you that some writers will feel disappointed that their stuff didn’t end up in as good of a position as they thought. So does that achieve your original goal of appreciating our writing or does it inevitably ends up making some of us disappointed?
Even without a special event like the Smutty people are already comparing the number of notes they receive and feeling discouraged because that number was low, either because they wrote a less popular group, wrote in a different style or god knows why did a story get few notes. Having an event like the Smutty just creates another “competition” that makes someone feel sad because they’re lower in the votes or rankings.
Even if you removed the “comparing between different writers” part of the Smutty and keep the “Best story of each writers” part, it’s still a problem.
Sometimes the thing we write and the thing the readers like are different. Sometimes I could be very proud of a story, only for it to be a flop notes wise. Conversely, I could whip out a plotless quickie and have it be the most popular thing I’ve written while the intricate story I’ve planned out languishes in the shadows. You also do not need me to tell you how bad that would feel.
If you feel like I’m saying a lot about people being upset about the results, that’s because it’s the core problem I have with the Smutty. We write smuts as a hobby. If a hobby makes you feel depressed and doubting yourself, then it’s probably not a good hobby, and the Smutty would just create another point of disappointment.
So unless the Smutty becomes an encouragement campaign to bombard the writers with Thank you asks where hopefully no one will feel upset about it, then no thanks.
I hope I’ve made my point clear on why I think you guys shouldn’t move on with another Smutty. Thank you.
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As a writer, how much do notes affect your motivation? And what quantifiers do you consider a release successful?
Ehhhh I don’t rlly care about the actual number of notes. What makes me excited is the notifications that come from it, it gives me an “OMG someone read my story and liked it” kind of feeling. So by that logic, getting a note on any of my stories makes me feel happy about it.
And notes doesn’t affect my motivation, I post way to rarely for it to have an effect. 🫠🫠
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When are u dropping the Irene smut?
I’m super exited
I’m sorry I can’t give you a concrete time, been super busy recently that I haven’t even written anything for a while.
Glad to hear you’re super excited for it but sorry to keep you waiting.
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Precuela del Luna
Lee Jieun/IU as Jang Manwol(Hotel del Luna) x Male Reader
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It’s one of those nights again—visions of corpses chasing you in an endless nightmarish swamp littered with filth and flocks of crows flying everywhere haunt your dreams. Close friends and loved ones, both living and dead, drag you to a dark place while they constantly remind you of all the mistakes you’ve committed, big and small.
You try to close your eyes, but they force you to open them.
You try to cover your ears, yet they hold your arms.
You try to call for help, but no sound comes from your lips.
All you can think right now is for this nightmare to end, but is it a nightmare?
Is it not real?
You don’t know anymore.
You only want to make it st—
The sound of your alarm clock breaks your sleep.
It’s five o'clock in the morning. It’s still early but you’re grateful that you woke up. You realize that you were only dreaming, or rather, having a nightmare. They’re becoming more and more vivid, more and more real every time you experience it. And it scares you that the next time might be the actual thing.
Your days go through as normal. You wake up, go to work as a delivery driver, you go home, you sometimes go on a night out with friends, then you go to sleep. You’re grateful that you have such a life after college. One might think that you’re living a normal life, but they’re clearly mistaken.
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Subterfuge And Submission - Pt. 1 - ft. LE SSERAFIM Nakamura Kazuha
18+ Le Sserafim Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader
A/N: My first collab with @sooyadelicacies, huge credit for a lot of this content. This one was a lot of fun to write since it's different to my previous work and is my first (and definitely not last) Lesserafim smut. Also, thank you to V1n for proofreading.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think by commenting, liking and re-blogging.
Words: approx 4,100.
"So, they sent you after me? If I had known they would send someone so stunning, maybe I would have tried to get caught sooner.” You scan her—admire her—from head to toe. ”Are heels the best thing to wear on an assignment like this?” you scoff at her choice of gear for a task as difficult as taking you down. “Nevertheless, what's your name?"
“These heels? Please.” She smirks with a confident bravado that few would dare to show in front of you. “Just wait until you see how nimble I can be, and you won’t be questioning my choice of outfit anymore. And my name? You think you deserve to know that?”
"As much as I'd love to stay and take in your beauty, I have no plans anytime soon to let you or anyone from your organisation capture me. I'll be going now." You head to the door on your right to leave the room.
She glides to intercept your path like a ballerina across the glossy wooden floor. She executes a swift grapple to drop you onto your back; her high heel applies the finishing touch—right over your neck.
“Still questioning these high heels now?”
You relax against the cold wooden floor, unintimidated. "I don't know what they told you about me, but I promise you don't want to do this. Let me go, and you won't have to get hurt."
“From where I’m standing, it looks like those rumours are nothing more than myth, and it only takes one foot to keep you down. Go on. Impress me.”
In a flurry, you strike her leg with your palm to bring her to her knees. You use the momentum to overpower Kazuha, then grab hold of her neck, and force her down to her back. You transition your hands to her wrists and place your body weight over her to keep her pinned.
"I could kill you if I wanted. So many members of your company failed before you. Do you think I've eluded you all for so long because I'm weak?” You lower your face closer to hers and stop just before they touch. A hint of her perfume rises into your nose, a woody scent with floral undertones. She doesn’t blink as she holds your gaze. “As for you, I guess they sent some rookie after me because your resources are thin, either that or someone had a little too much faith in you… Now, I'll ask again: what's your name?"
“Kazuha. Maybe that’s my real name, maybe it’s not, but that’s what you’ll call me.” She stifles a giggle with a smirk before continuing, “maybe you could kill me. Maybe you couldn’t. But I know that you won’t.”
“Yet,” you reply promptly.
She glances down at your body, hovering just above her own. “You definitely aren’t weak. So it’s a good thing that I’m not here to fight you.”
"If you aren't here to fight me, why are you here? If you were after me like the others, this would end in a fight, a pretty one-sided one. What is that you're actually here for, Kazuha?"
“You have your methods, and I have mine. Sometimes violence isn’t the only answer. Sure, you could take down every operative we send to fight you. Me?” Kazuha pushes her knee up the inside of your thigh, pressing into your crotch. “My methods are a little different.”
"Well, miss Kazuha, if I didn't know any better, you were sent here to seduce me. Why would the company ever think I'd accept capture in exchange for a fuck?” In a desperate search, she glances side-to-side as you pressure her. The safe room only contained your temporary surveillance equipment at the far side—nothing for her to use. “Some of them are probably friends of yours… Don't you just hate me for that?" you ask teasingly, trying to force her hand.
“Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells me something else.” Kazuha presses her knee slightly into your crotch, the direction in which a lot of the blood in your body is flowing—causing you to stiffen. “You could have killed me by now. Hell, I could have killed you by now. But we both know that’s not what either of us really wants.”
Her other leg joins the first, tucked between your own. In one fell swoop, she lifts your lower body, and her hands slip from your grasp, then she pulls your head down. You flip forward, crash down the wooden floor and land on your back. Kazuha utilises her athleticism to roll backwards, taking position above you, sitting on your crotch with her hands on your chest.
"Oh, you're different from the others, alright. So what are you going to do to me? Nakamura Kazuha?"
Startled for a brief second that you knew her identity from the start, Kazuha lets out a soft sigh as she regains her composure and redoubles her efforts.
She leans in close to your ear; the potent concoction of jasmine and cedarwood in her perfume fills your airways, confirming your earlier suspicions. Her breath hits your ear as she whispers, “you know all about me. I know all about you. You know what I want. I know what you want. So what are you waiting for?”
"If you know what I want, you know what I want to be called before I give you what you desire. I also know how dripping wet you are. A powerful woman that just wants to be ruined and railed, don’t you? So let's both drop this little cat and mouse game, baby girl."
Kazuha whines lightly at your words. “If you think I’m going to call you what you want without proving you’re worthy, you’re wrong.” She leans back, pushing down on your crotch with measured force. With her arms raised above her head and each hand holding opposite elbows, she asks, “now, how about you get me out of this suit?”
You narrow your eyes at her. Oh, she was a fun one, alright, but you'd make her submit. They always did. You use your upper body strength to lift yourself and your hand to yank at the zipper on the front of her suit, pulling it cleanly to the bottom and exposing panties and lack of a bra underneath. "Not wearing much under the suit, huh? Hot." You slowly apply your touch, one hand to caress her thigh to turn her into putty.
A soft purr escapes Kazuha's barely parted lips. She takes one of your hands in hers, pulling your hand onto her toned midriff. "Why would I cover up something this good?" she speaks with a breathy tone as she pulls your hands up her stomach. Your fingers slither up her toned body. "Don't you agree?" she asks as she trembles at your touch. Take your pick, left or right? Which of her perky tits will you play with first?
Lips first, you lunge forward with a growl, latching on to one as you touch and toy with the other in your hand.
"Mhmm~. Shit, that’s good, but you have to do more than that." Kazuha's hands run through your hair, and then one settles on the nape of your neck, pulling you to her breast. "Yes! There we go."
You break your liplock with her nipple as you ask, "already so sensitive? Are you sure you can handle me?"
"Ye—Ah~!" you cut her off by taking a light nibble at her pink nipple.
You roughly caress her other breast and pinch the other nipple. The sensation overwhelms her as she lets out a series of low moans.
"Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll continue, baby girl."
"No!"
You take your free hand and run it back down over her tight stomach, stopping right above her soaked panties. Just the tips of your fingers dig under the lace garment's hem.
"Say it."
"No!"
"Say it, baby girl, I know you want to. Say it, and I'll make you feel better than you ever have."
"No… No, No, I can't. I won't..." You continue to lap at her nipple and pull with your lips. Your other hand rubs the edge of her underwear, feeling her wetness soak through. "You want me to touch you, to feel your wet pussy and make you feel good? Say what I want to hear and beg me for it."
"Please just do it!" You run your fingers right on the edge of her panties, either side of her swollen nub. She pushes her crotch side-to-side, trying to plant her clit on your fingers. The attempt is made in vain as you move your fingers away, increasing her desperation to be touched.
"One magic word. Say it."
"Da—Daddy, please touch me, touch me everywhere. Put your fingers in me. Put your cock in me. Fuck me. Your baby girl needs it.” Finally. Broken—they never last long—though she did put up an impressive fight.
"That's my good girl...." You inject your finger into Kazuha's wanting pussy, sliding in and out, feeling her warmth and slickness. Temporarily detaching from her breasts, you look at her pretty face—twisted in lusting agony.
You kiss her roughly and slide your tongue into her mouth. In a daring expedition of her mouth, you enjoy the sweet taste. Similar to your battle of wills, she attempts to fight tongue-to-tongue, but you force her to concede. To relieve her for just a moment, you pull out the single finger from her warm hole, hovering by the entrance. The second assault begins, this time with a double finger approach. She bites down on both your tongue and her own. Inaudible sounds of pleasure cause vibrations in your mouth as she moans into it.
Your pursuit of her sweet lips continues as you stroke one hand on her silky hair."Do you want Daddy to taste you now? You're all ripe from my touch, and you're soaking wet. I wonder how tasty your juices are, baby girl. Just ask for it—tell me what you want."
"Daddy, please taste—Ah~!—me, I promise—Ah~!—my sweet juices will satisfy—Ah~!—you," she pleads through sharp, high-pitched moans as you dig deeper into her.
"Not good enough. Beg."
"Please, please, please, Daddy. Please eat my wet pussy. I need you now, please, Daddy." Kazuha forces the words out through gritted teeth, holding back her pleasure.
To change positions, you utilise your strength to push Kazuha down on her back and grab her legs. You lower yourself to close her glistening pussy; this causes her to beg for your touch, "mhmm~… Daddy, please!"
You pull at the opening in her suit, forcing it further open. She slides her arms out of the sleeves to create enough slack for you to pull the gap down to her thighs. With no way to easily remove them, you hook the fingers of both your hands into her lace panties and pull them apart with a loud rip. "Wha!—Oh my God, Daddy, you don't waste time. Please eat me, eat me like your favourite meal. Please, Daddy!"
She tastes exquisite. Her addicting liquid fills your mouth and all around it. You slurp and probe your tongue everywhere, covering every inch and hitting her clit several times. You use one hand roughly to stroke her amazingly toned legs and thighs and the other to palm at her breast. Shockwaves of pleasure spike through Kazuha's body, and her eyes roll back because you hit all the sensitive spots in her pussy.
The robust and defiant character you met has lost all of her resilience at your touch. Kazuha is reduced to nothing but a squirming mess under the spell of your tongue. Her arms flail against the wooden floor in a desperate search for something—anything—to grab hold of. Her hands eventually find the back of your head, and then they bury themselves into your hair, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp.
She throws back her head to the floor in pure bliss. A constant stream of moans escapes her mouth as she forces out a few words amid her pleasure. "Yes… Daddy~ There~! Again! Up! Yes! Please right there!"
You keep up your relentless licking, diving deeper and deeper into her wet folds. "Daddy… I'm going… Going to… Yes!"
"Give it to me, baby girl, let it all out, let all your juices out for me to taste. All the tension, the pent up anger, your brutal training, let it all out now."
You hook two fingers deep into her folds, then navigate your way to the rough patch inside her, applying immense pressure to her sweet spot. Her clit is the target for our tongue, and you focus on creating a rapid rhythmic pace. Kazuha loses her mind; the pleasure inside her becomes too much. "That’s it! I’m gonn—" Her words are now replaced by unintelligible syllables right before she hits her peak. Her nails dig deeper into your skull. Her toned thighs shake violently beside your head, closing together to keep your mouth buried in her wet folds.
She gushes a flood of her slick, wet pussy juices. The force doesn't stop you from deftly soaking it into your tongue and mouth, lapping up every drop. She shivers and tries to get her thoughts back as just your tongue alone caused her to blackout for a moment.
Having already licked her clean, you reposition. Again you meet face-to-face, but you approach with softer eyes this time. "The things they do to people like you...it's too much. It’s wrong." You caress her face tenderly. "To turn vulnerable people into human weapons… you don't have to live this life, Kazuha."
"You think... you... know me?" she replies through heavy breaths.
You know how much more valued she could be to you than some heartless corporation. "I know you don't want to live this way, and you can do much better than working for them."
"I thought you had me figured out, but I guess not." She smirks, letting out a little laugh at your shock. "You still think I work for them?"
You look at her eyes calculatingly. "Then why are you here?"
"I guess you could say I'm a fan and not just of the work you did now." Kazuha returns your previous show of affection, stroking your cheek softly before continuing, "the truth is—I do exactly what you do."
"Are you..."
"Milan. Last year?" The smirk you had grown familiar with returned to her face again.
"That was you that saved me in Milan? And after that, have you been following me ever since?”
"Every step. I was always one behind. Istanbul. Cape Town. Jakarta. Tokyo. Even back home in Seoul." With each city she names, she moves her face closer to yours until she is so close that her breath touches your lips. "But now I couldn't be closer. There's one last step to take."
“If you followed me so far and aren’t some corporate shill, you know I don’t enjoy hurting people from the company. I just want the corruption to stop."
"Of course, Daddy doesn't really want to hurt anyone, does he?" She runs her slim forefinger down your neck to the centre of your chest. Kazuha stops and pokes her fingernail into you. "Unless they ask for it." She pushes you back with her finger. You accept her guidance and lie on your back. She stands, then pulls off the rest of her outfit, her naked body over you. "And right now, I'm asking, Daddy."
Kazuha’s slim figure is a work of art. Your body overheats with sexual desire. However, your heart yearns for someone who understands you. Maybe this is precisely what you need. Not only right now, but you could use a partner in the future. In your crusade to take down the powerful corrupt, maybe you didn't have to be alone anymore. "You're...you are beautiful Kazuha." She looks stunned for a moment at the sincerity of your words.
She falls to her knees, right over you, and takes hold of your face. "You mean it, don't you?" A look of enlightenment overcomes her face, probably a reflection of your own expression.
"I do."
"I was right. There's more to you than some cold revenge." Kazuha places her hand on the left side of your chest. "Your passion drives you. It's so attractive to see a man who follows his heart. What does your heart tell you to do right now?"
"I want you Kazuha. Join me on my journey.” Your weakness surfaces for a brief moment, and your hard exterior crumbled—a dangerous game to play with a girl you just met.
“I want you too, we can be together, but right now, I need you inside me, Daddy.”
You kiss her deeply, with desire, but with something purer too. Something you have not felt in a long time. You hold her head and pull her deeper into your lips, never wanting her to escape from your arms. She grinds on you and unzips your zipper to dig out your cock. You take the opportunity to reassert your dominance. "Ride me, baby girl. If you want to come with me, you’ve got to cum for me."
With your cock finally free from its restraints, it craves the soft touch of Kazuha. A sensation she happily provides. She grinds her wet folds along the underside of your cock, covering it in her warm juices.
"How does it feel? Do you think you can take it?" you ask.
"Fuck, it's so big, but I can take it all. I'll take it all for you, Daddy. I'm a good girl for you."
She lifts up and then slowly sinks onto your raging cock. Both of you groan, and your eyes roll back at the pleasure—a moment of pure lust and passion. Two damaged people scarred from the horrors of battle finally unify their bodies and souls in a blissful release.
Kazuha was undoubtedly the tightest, warmest pussy you've had. You clutch your hands to hers and interlock your fingers as she starts to move up and down.
"You know ... I spent so ... much time training ... that I never ... did this before." She says between her sharp breaths. "You're doing so fucking good. Keep going. Take it deeper." She trembles at your instruction as she sinks deeper than before, all the way to the hilt. A shrill moan escapes her lips as you fill her up. Kazuha's tight pussy moulding to the shape of your cock, hugging it tightly.
"Your cock is so good...shit...Daddy.."
"That’s it, baby girl. Show me just how talented you are. Fucking ride me and make this cock yours."
Spurred by your commands, she picks up her pace. Her face contorts as she increases her effort, bouncing her body faster than before. "I... will... make... it... mine...Daddy." Her pants have become so quick that only a single word can escape between them. Her toned thighs and flawless ass hit against your crotch with a light slap every time she drops her body onto you. You reach out to palm her bouncing breasts and give them squeezes as she rides you.
"Fuck… your cock… so big… I’m so full."
Her rhythm falters, and her pace decreases. You take hold of one of her wide hips—moving your hand from her breast—fingers reaching around to her soft ass and your thumb on her waistline. "Don't give up now. You need to please Daddy remember?" With a hold on her hips, you thrust up into her relentlessly, forcing her to match your pace. You pump up into her wet pussy with relentless force.
“OH FUCK! Daddy! Faster, yes! I—just make me yours. Use me. Fuck me. Just don't stop fucking me."
You sit up to gain more leverage. Kazuha's body falls against yours, her breasts against your chest and her head into your neck. Her hands claw wildly at your back, scratching you as she attempts to hold on for the wild ride she's taking. You push your cock up into her as fast as you can. She desperately tries to keep up with your pace, but she loses control of all her senses. "Daddy wants his baby girl to look at him when she cums. Look at me."
"Shit… Daddy..." Kazuha barely manages to look you in the eyes as she clings to your cock for dear life. You take a hand to her neck—finger and thumb on her jaw—to keep her face in front of your own. "I'm about to...."
"Do it, baby girl. Cum for me."
"FUCK! AHH—!" Her words become nothing but a screech as her orgasm takes control of her body. Desperately she tries to face you, her sweaty forehead against your own, but there's nothing other than pleasure in her eyes—they roll back, out of her control. Her fingers dig into your back. Her toned legs press against your hips—Kazuha's entire body trembles.
Her juices ooze over your cock, and she collapses on you. You kiss her neck gently.
You whisper to her ear, "by my count, you've cummed twice now, and I haven't at all. Daddy is disappointed."
She doesn't respond for a moment as she takes deep breaths. "Fill me up Daddy. You deserve to cum inside your baby girl. I'm so sensitive, but I'll take it for you."
You lower her to her back before sliding your still hard cock into her dripping pussy. The juices filling her pussy coat your cock as it enters—your cock slides into her tight hole. You pump steadily at first, then quickly pick up the pace. Kazuha wraps her arms and legs around your body.
You take hold of her thighs, pushing her legs against her body, her knees into her chest. You place each of her knees on your shoulders. Your cock can slide deeper than ever into her pussy, the new position pushing her walls together, creating an even tighter hole to fuck.
You quickly pick up more pace inside her, the remnants of her last orgasm providing excellent lubricant. "Fuck! Daddy, you're going so fast! My sensitive pussy feels so good!"
Overcome with desire; you stop holding anything back. "Take it, baby. You’re mine now." Ramming into Kazuha's pussy, you repeatedly slam, reaching the deepest parts of her pussy. Empowered by your desire to cum inside her, you pierce through her tightness. Loud echoes chime, and the sound of her grunts and moans only encourage you to go faster and harder. Every inch of your cock feeling her chambers.
"Give it to me! Go on!" Kazuha's entire body submits to you; her arms cling to you helplessly, and her legs open as wide as possible. Her ravaged pussy is ready for your cum.
"I'm close, baby girl."
"Don't tell me, just fucking fill me."
"One last time, baby girl, beg for it, beg me for my cum, and I'll blast everything I have into you."
"Go on, Daddy, give me everything!" The desire to cum reaches an all-time high. You stop holding back the inevitable. Just a few more fast pumps into her sensitive hole push you—and Kazuha—over the edge. In perfect sync, you both lose control and give in to your primal instinct. From the tip of your cock erupts a stream of cum deep inside her. "Yes! I feel it! Fill me!"
A seemingly endless stream fills her, quickly overflowing and dropping out of her sensitive hole. "Take it all, all of it, baby girl." One last grunt, one last load of your cum fills her, and you collapse on her, kissing her lips gently. Your spent cock still buried inside her isn’t enough to stop the combination of cum from dripping out between her thighs. Both of you are huffing, trying to catch your breath. "I—will you come with me, Kazuha?"
"Of course, but I want one promise, Daddy. Every time we take them down, everywhere we go, you fill me up just like that."
You just smile, finally a release for all the stress you built in your pursuit of taking down the group you only knew as The Company.
Off in the distance, a mysterious figure pulls out a phone.
"It seems your hunch was right, Taeyeon… Kazuha has been betraying us for a while now….”
"Nakamura Kazuha—the betrayer—such a shame. She had the potential to be someone great here. That's enough for now. Return and finish your report back at base. I shall send you on another mission soon, Winter."
A/N (2): Thank you for reading our fic. And thank you all in advance if you decide to interact with this post.
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Burning - Loona Haseul
After the quarantine with Haseul, and then Jane Cho’s fiery return weeks later for another passionate 24 hours, you asked for her number, and she happily gave it to you. The two of you swore to see each other at least once a week, if not two at worst, and you got to know her outside on the streets rather than in the sheets, and well, you were charmed. How could you not be—she was mature, thoughtful, and cheery. Adorable to a fault, her pout always persuaded you to stay a few more minutes before you two had to separate after each date, whether it was a stolen quick tryst at a Starbucks, or another fevered night at your place.
Thankfully, by some miracle of orbits aligning in the stars, Haseul was equally enamored with you—you were her rock outside of the craziness of the entertainment world, her little refuge few people knew about. She appreciated you just as much as you her, and with every secret meet the two of you fell harder and faster for each other.
That is, until Haseul had to prepare for Loona’s concert.
“Hey.” You can hear the disappointment in her voice.
“Hey babe, how are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep the disappointment out of yours.
“Not good, I don’t think I can meet this week, I’m sorry.” This would have been week three of not seeing Haseul. You had no doubts about your relationship, but it definitely sucked.
“That’s okay, I know your concert’s coming soon right?”
“Yes, next week, you’ll be there?”
“Of course! I’ll finally get to see you then!” You try to joke, but it backfires terribly, and Haseul sniffles loudly in the phone. “Haseul I’m sorry, that’s not what I—”
“I know, I just really really miss you!” she says between muted sobs into the phone.
“Me too, me too, there, there.” You comfort her best you can, and with every assurance that you’ll be there, that you’ll arrive an hour early, that you’ll be holding up her megamind photo for all to see, that is when you finally hear her melodic laughter.
“Ahaha no don’t~”
“I won’t, I won’t, probably not, maybe, but I’ll see you there okay?”
“Mm hmm, I have to go sleep now, we have to get up early for practice again tomorrow.”
“You’ll do great, good night!”
“Good night, you better dream of me, mwah!” Haseul warns you cutely.
“Always, I miss you, bye!”
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Discord Server Announcement: The Church of Chaewon
Hola everyone, I've recently created a server named The Church of Chaewon.
I seek to have the server grow and become the central hub for writers and readers to communicate, so if anyone of you wish to join, drop me a DM and answer some questions and I'll drop you the link.
Note that it is automatically implied that you're a Chaewon simp if you ever hop into the server.
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Return
Return
LE SSERAFIM Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader
18+
Contains: Smut, noona/mommy play, facesitting, raw sex.
A/N: Sorry my return fic took so long, but at least this is pretty fitting.
“Isn’t it nerve-racking? After so lon-”
“I don’t think so…”
…
“I’m just doing what I’ve always done.”
Going dark always meant a conflict of interest for you. How many months had it been? How many more could there have been? You would’ve never got tired. While netizens wondered about her whereabouts Sakura sat right next to you, the SMS ban, contractually forced upon her, made concealing your relationship even easier, but there was always this unwavering sense of guilt at the back of your mind…
Was it truly peaceful, harmonious, or fulfilling to live like this? Knowing Sakura wasn’t doing what she loved to do.
The star which brought the light no longer shone, long gone were the days of her standing beside 11 girls, or even more back in Japan, or the days of her streaming, all long since gone memories from your love confinement which started even before she began talking to HYBE about the potential next move in her career, a new sign of life and the new opportunity to shine like she always did, known was the need for both to comply.
What became of you, the trustworthy companion who remained at her side throughout the grueling process– your relationship evolved in direct proportion to Sakura’s HYBE signing– she became bolder, possessive, never letting you out of her sight once she got home since in a period of uncertainty you became the symbol of it, the formation of a reciprocated guidance which made the foundation to the world you two had built. It was a natural progression for Sakura to adopt different names.
“Sakura noona” you would call out in a whiny tone, and she’d receive you with open arms. Her well-defined features were your favorite pillows, once they intertwined with your body you never wanted them to let go. Hold on harder. Her soothing breath collided against your neck, her face nuzzling into its crevice while your face found stable support against the lower part of her shoulder– the perfect interception between her cups and her arm– her worn-out deodorant permeating your nose and making you want to rub your face against her skin. You were vulnerable, you always were whenever she acted like this.
“That’s mommy for you…”
“Wah- come on!” Sakura whined from the bed, desperately seeking your warmth to protect herself against the light breeze which sent chills down her naked body. She had swiftly slipped partially under the covers to protect herself, cutely peeking over them at you. “Was that all you were trying to ask?” her face shifted into a pout, “Get in here and find out how anxious I am for the return then… I need to release it somehow- ah!”
She was promptly interrupted by your confident leap onto the bed, the blanket protecting Sakura from your weight as you mounted her, pinning her down under the sheets while you adjusted to sit on her torso.
Despite her best efforts, Sakura didn’t have the strength to pull you off as she tried desperately to reach your body, “Come here!” her head would jolt up again before facing the laws of gravity and reverting, her face turning redder after each attempt whenever she got a better look of you dominantly towering over her, much to your amusement. Only when she seemed to give up did you kneel forward and closer to her face, making her struggle to rise as much as she could to meet you, as you then grabbed onto one of her cheeks and gazed into her eyes, both smiling in reaction and then you began kissing. Within a short amount of time she slipped her tongue in your mouth, poking yours before frantically beginning to wrestle against it, each time either of you would pull back to catch your breath, the other would gently bite their lip, dragging their teeth against the soft, moist texture.
The way her eyes locked onto your face from under and then analyzed your whole body, visible excitement in the eyes of your Japanese girlfriend at the thought of you being milked completely by her. Your excess weight in this case gave you the favor in containing the wild beast captive under the bedsheets, desperately seeking her prey.
“At least mount my face baby” Sakura’s lust had turned her voice raspy and her breath had also become unsustained, yet despite her current situation she still ordered you around, an act to establish her unsuppressed dominance inside the relationship, even in switched situations. Sitting higher up her body as requested, your balls flopped onto her face, slowly disappearing under them as you reposition yourself to give her proper access in consideration of her lack of mobility. Unable to wait any longer, her neck jolts up once more, as her lips part and her tongue surges up to lick through the underside of your testicles, her technique keeping her tongue wide and flat to allow to make room for a larger surface for your scrotum to lay on. You can’t help but jerk your body in reaction, the stimulus on the sensitive underside of your cock making you go crazy, “Fuck… Sakura…” you barely manage to mumble as she goes to work.
In a surge of confidence, you begin to ride her face like it was your reason to live, yet always with caution of your weight. You instinctively grab hold of her scalp, to keep her in place and pressed up against your musky end— not that Sakura was trying to go anywhere regardless, your natural aroma permeating her lungs as she sucked, kissed, and moaned against your flesh. Her tongue plunges to take hold of your length, to then bring it back and right into her mouth, as she joyfully begins to swirl it around her insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” you moan, shoving it deeper down her throat and swiftly gagging her for a bit, Sakura always loved having you inside her mouth, so she was happy to suck on it for as long as you wished.
Kkura could do this all night, worship every inch of you, her most precious possession, for hours. She swipes her tongue along the underside of your whole erection from the base to the top before flicking it against the tip, until she eventually loses it and begins to frantically rub her face against your cock, getting high off of you, in an exchange indicative of your lust for one another. You can’t hold it in anymore, squeezing her with your thighs briefly, securing her in place before finishing straight inside her mouth, her tongue milking you for all your worth as you collapse sideways, falling from on top of her and allowing her to escape from under the sheets, which meant the games had only just begun.
“Let me show you what I’ve always done.” Dazed, you can barely reconstruct the sentence inside your mind– a callback and a twist on what she had told you earlier– defenseless, bracing yourself for what would come next.
“On your back.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Mere moments later she had now found her way on top of you into a cowgirl position, a role reversal, her ass grinding against your member with her hands on top of your chest; all the while you two began making out again, your tongue on an expedition inside of her mouth while she grabbed your hands and brought them to her breasts, using them as tools to squeeze them as the tension begins to heat up even more– a cathartic exchange– making her moan inside the kiss as she began to aim your dick at her entrance, moments before, with one confident jerk, passionately engulfing it deep inside of her snatch.
With no sort of interval for adjusting, she pushed through, knowing she needed to get used to your fairly big size quickly by stretching herself out. Grunts, moans and screams were exchanged– pain driven by the promise of pleasure which led both of you onwards– once she got used to it, she wasted no time in catapulting herself up and down on your dick while using your chest to fall back on and balance herself; her defined breasts bounced repeatedly in unison with her, a hypnotic jiggle which made you lean forward and briefly suck on one of them, ensuring you tasted every part of Ms. Miyawaki that night.
She manipulated you to her heart’s content, her face did not have its usual soft and caring nature, now overpowered by a fiery concentration that transmitted itself through her force as she impaled herself with your shaft, running her hand through her hair to get it out of the way after all that bouncing, but even that was a struggle due to her trembling hand. You soon found yourself unable to keep up with her, now turned erratic, riding. She either rolled her hips in a smooth back and forth motion that had your dick slightly bending into her, or went back to slapping herself up and down your pulsating cock and it promptly brought you both to your end.
“Saku-” her lips met yours to create an anti-climatic finish with neither of you being able to talk, instead you both squealed into each other's mouth in an attempt of communication, then Kkura’s cunt clamped even tighter and her juices began squirting around your cock as you climaxed in unison, slamming all the way inside her, your head prodding her cervix before unloading your hot seed deep into her quivering folds, pumping her full.
Once you both finished you struggled to muster the strength to even pull out, the most intense of sessions consistently turned into the cutest cuddles, you both cleaned yourself off in cooperation as best you could and then collapsed onto the bed, still gasping for air as you cuddled up, Sakura pulling the covers over both of you.
"I'm still cold," she said, wrapping her arms around your body and bringing back her comforting laugh. Finally, it was clear, that you would never need to fear whenever you were both together, her move to HYBE was the next step in your shared life.
The sleep was warm and peaceful, although your relationship being leaked certainly made for a rude awakening.
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Which idols would make a sexy cover rendition of this song? https://youtu.be/7F37r50VUTQ
Idk, I don’t find that song particularly conducive for a sexy cover
But I’ll gladly cover the movie for this song with Winto
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what happened to pi? is he quitting?
https://usedpidemo.tumblr.com/post/680252002455977984/hiatus
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Idk if it’s just because of the Oscars, but I wanna see a writer call out another writer ala Will Smith. Say what you will about the consequences but the memes were funny as shit.
I see you’re the kind that loves to see chaos 😏
But as fun and funny as that might be, considering that we talk to each other, it’ll just make everything awkward, unless we stage a fake beef
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Teaser and a late Irene day
Yes I know Irene day is yesterday, but I was too busy so here we are. Plus this hot woman should be celebrated and worshiped everyday. Enjoy a short teaser on an Irene draft I’ve been working on, not sure when it’ll come out dou.
TW: Monster cock futa Irene, Pegging
“Was it true?”
“What?”
“That you liked to get pegged?”
“No no, it was just a joke that was overblown.”
She stood up from her chair and closed her distance with you., “You can be honest with me, I won’t judge.”
“Erm …”
“I’ll ask it properly, would you like to get pegged by me?”
To say you didn’t want to would be lying. CEO Irene was a gorgeous lady with a dominant charisma, and you had many times imagined her tying, choking and yes, pegging you. But getting pegged by your CEO would be complicated career wise.
Seeing you not replying, Irene guided your hand to her crotch. You felt something hard and warm underneath her pants.
“I-is that…”
“Yes, I have a cock, a pretty big one even. Do you want to suck it?”
Same words, evoked totally different feelings.
“I’ll take your silence as yes”
A slight pressure on your shoulder made you kneel down without resistance. You were helpless.
Seeing the massive bulge under her pants, your hands wanted to free it out like it was your instinct. A slap on your hand stopped you before her cock was let free.
“Only touch me when I tell you to.”
She proceeds to unzip her pants. It was long and thick, comparable to your wrist, visible veins covering the length, cherry red tip slightly glossy from the precum leaking out.
Your jaw could not close, unsure if it was because you’re shocked that your CEO was packing a weapon of mass destruction or you were warming up your jaw to take in that phalanx.
“I’ve always wanted to try out my weapon on a man, but never found one that wanted to be pegged. You don’t know how much my cock tingled when I heard the rumours that you were into pegging.”
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In the writing process, do you imagine yourself doing the act to the idol or something else?
Yeah, I just imagine myself as the OC, or if I’m writing idol x idol I imagine it as a viewer from the side
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