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Can we get a new taeyeon smut. She’s crazy hot lately
Lion Heart
(Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader)
"Where the fuck is it?"
You mumble to yourself as you go through your kitchen drawers. Your vision becomes blurry as you lose more and more blood. After emptying the fourth one, you open the next drawer. There it is. Why did she have to hide it like that? You pick up the needle, before heading towards the bathroom.
You stumble through your living room, pushing yourself from wall to furniture and back to the wall, unable to stand without support. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, you finally reach the bathroom.
"Bloody hell."
You groan as you lean against the tiles of the shower wall. Sliding down slowly, you eventually sit on the floor. Opening the bottle, you take two big gulps, before putting it back down again. Using the scissors you brought, you cut your shirt open, unable to get it off properly.
"That bastard."
You grumble as you see the knife wound in your stomach. A big cut from left to right, blood spilling out of it. After taking another shot of the whiskey, you tilt the bottle slowly. Groaning in agony, you let the brown liquid fall onto your wound. The pain makes your head spin.
The needle you just held in your hand, slips through your fingers. Cursing, you let your fingertips roam the floor, trying to find it. Once you do, you try to put the string through the eye. Your fingers are shaking and you need a couple of tries, until you finally make it.
You feel more and more strength leaving your body. More and more blood paints the white tiles red. You try to align the needle with your wound, but it slips out of your hand again. Too weak to curse, you search for it in silence. It feels like it takes hours, until you're holding it again.
You hear the front door open in the far distance.
"Honey?!"
You hear her voice. She sounds happy. Why wouldn't she be?
Obviously too weak to answer, you hope she doesn't find you. Just a couple of minutes, you think to yourself, aligning the needle with your wound again.
"Oh my god!"
Seems like she saw the mess you made in the kitchen.
With a low grunt, you pierce your skin right above your wound. Taking heavy breaths, you look down, trying to stay awake.
"(Y/n)!"
Her voice makes you smile, even in this situation.
You guide the needle through your wound, before pushing it through your skin again. One stitch done, around five hundred more to go.
Hurried footsteps come closer. Not yet. You take another gulp of whiskey, the pain is starting to become unbearable. The bottle slips out of your hand and hits the tiles with a loud thud.
A second stitch follows the first. You are just about to pierce your skin for the third time, when you hear the bathroom door swing open. Your head hurts as if someone is hammering a needle into your scull as you look up. By now, you can only see black and white shapes.
But you know it's Taeyeon, who is standing in front of you. It almost feels like her presence is making you calmer.
"(Y/n)!"
She hasn't seen you in this kind of state before. Her wide eyes look down on her fiance, who is sitting in the shower, red tiles covering the floor. Taeyeon sees the needle, which you losely hold in your right hand. Your eyes look like they are made of glass, looking into the distance. If she wouldn't have seen you lifting your head a moment ago, she wouldn't be able to tell if you are alive or not.
"(Y/n)..."
Your name leaves her beautiful lips once more. This time her tone is sad and full of worry.
You manage to point at your wound, before slightly lifting the needle. Taeyeon gets the hint, dropping her purse. That's the last thing you remember.
When you finally wake up, you can't tell how long you've slept. An hour? A day? A week? Opening your eyes, you still find yourself inside the shower. But you are not sitting anymore. Taeyeon must have lied you down on your side. You feel a soft blanket underneath your body, your head resting on a pillow. Slowly opening your eyes, you realize that the shower has been cleaned.
With a loud groan, you try to move. The pain in your abdomen increases drastically. Realizing you are only covert by another blanket, you lift it off of you. Your wound has been neatly stitched up and a roll of gauze bandage is wrapped around your stomach. You spot the bottle of whiskey in the corner of the shower.
"Thank you, Taengoo."
You whisper to yourself with a grin on your face.
Taking far more than just a sip of the brown liquid, you feel your body heating up. Energy seems to start flowing through your veins again. It still feels like it takes you hours to stand up. But once you finally do, you stumble towards the door. You are slightly bend over, trying not to use your abs at all.
Taeyeon is standing in the kitchen, with her back to you, preparing some vegetables. You are surprised she doesn't hear you, once you finally stand right behind her. Sneaking your arms around her waist, you make her jump.
"Omo!"
Already wrapped in your embrace, Taeyeon is unable to go anywhere.
"What you making?"
Your voice sounds raspy and dry.
"You just woke up from that terrible wound and you ask this?"
Her bewildered look makes you chuckle.
"Sorry. Thank you for taking care of me, Taengoo. What are you making?"
You know she can't resist you, when you call her that. A smile creeps onto her face.
"Soup."
"Soup?"
You groan in disbelief.
"Yah! Don't complain. You should tell me what happened. I was worried sick."
Taeyeon tries to turn around, but you hold her in place.
"Nothing."
You rest your chin on the top of her head.
"Shouldn't you make something with way more energy? Stake for example."
"I can't with you. Why don't you make it yourself?"
"I'm a patient, Taeyeon."
When she scoffs, complaining about you, not even telling her what happened, you hug her tight, moving your mouth to her ear.
"I'm YOUR patient."
You can see the goosebumps form on Taeyeon's skin.
"Alright. I make you meat and you tell me what happened."
You set Taeyeon free for just a moment, enabling her to gather all the ingredients she needs. Once she comes back, you sling your arms around her small frame once more. You don't want to admit it, but it's hard to keep standing. Even while holding onto her.
"You know what I do for a living. There is not much more to tell. Just got unlucky."
"Unlucky?"
Taeyeon's voice slightly rises.
"I told you not to do this kind of stuff. I don't want to see you hurt. And I don't want you to hurt anyone."
"I didn't choose this life, Taeyeon. It chose me."
She glares up at you, before putting the meat into the pan.
"Why can't you have a normal job? A normal life?"
"I used to be a soldier. This is in my blood."
"Walking around and stabbing people and getting stabbed yourself?"
"I've been through worse. This was just a flesh wound."
You groan as Taeyeon accidentally hits you with her elbow. You almost fold in half, but you manage to keep to standing.
"I-I'm so sorry."
She turned around, a concerned look on her face.
"Don't worry about it."
You reach for the whiskey you put on the counter, before you snuck up on her.
"Fighting and drinking. Why am I even in love with you?"
Her question was ment for the both of you. She looks at you with a mixture of love and disappointment in her eyes, before she goes back to cooking.
To be honest, you do try to stay safe most of the time. Not necessarily for yourself, but for Taeyeon. You wouldn't be able to break her heart by dying. This was just a rare accident. A stupid one at that.
"That's not all I'm good for, you know."
Your hands slowly wander from her midriff towards her center.
"Yah! I'm being serious. And I'm cooking. And you are hurt!"
"Stop talking and keep cooking."
You whisper into her ear, before slowly unbuttoning the button on her jeans.
Your hand slips into her pants, searching for the waistband of her panties. Once you found it, you reach underneath it. A small gasp escapes her lips.
"Seriously, stop. You are hurt."
"I don't care about my body. I care about yours. A small cut won't kill me."
Taeyeon wants to answer, but your finger inside of her makes it hard for her to focus. She can feel you curl it, rubbing against her inner walls. She can't keep cooking and talk. But she tries.
"S-Small? You almost died."
"Shit happens."
As your body starts to heat up with desire for your fiance, you want to cut the talking.
"I was so worried. You can't just say it's nothing, when I bawled my eyes out for hours."
Your heart stings. You knew it was a bad idea to go straight home. But it was closer than your "work" place.
"I'm making up for it now."
"That's not how-"
The second finger makes Taeyeon shake. She needs to bite her lip, not wanting to show you how much her body needs you.
"I could really go for some dessert before the steak."
To underline your point, you start to suck on her neck.
"Oh god."
Taeyeon's head leans back, exposing her neck even more to you. Her eyes are closed, while she still holds the tongs in one hand.
"Y-You can't eat something sweet, b-before your actual meal."
"That's where you got it all wrong, Taengoo."
You leave a trail of kisses on her neck.
"Your body is my meal."
Her body shivers at your words.
"But-"
Your fingers leaving her snatch make her whine in disappointment. You turn off the stove and take the tongs out of her hand.
"Would you mind hopping on the table? I can't pick you up right now."
"I-"
Too flustered, Taeyeon does what you tell her to do. You sit in a chair in front of her, while she sits on the table. Pulling her jeans off, you are greeted by her already wet panties. Once her lower half is completely naked, you rest your arms on her thighs, your hands on her waist.
"You are worth dying for."
You grin up at her, before you dive in.
"What-oh!"
Taeyeon's head tilts back as you draw circles with your tongue around her clit. You start big, before making them smaller and smaller. Right before you lick her clit, you back away, kissing her thigh.
"Oh god..."
Taeyeon can barely take your teasing, her hips buck towards you as you pepper her thighs with kisses.
"Not fair."
She breathlessly says, now looking down on you. Busy with enjoying her body, you don't answer. You lick both of her thighs one last time, before you head towards her core once more. This time, you pay attention to her pussy. You kiss her lips first, enjoying the slightly salty taste. Then, you let your tongue circle around her, before you lick her pussy from the bottom to the top in one slow strike.
"Omo! Omo!"
Instinctively, Taeyeon's hand pushes your head further into her.
You lick your lips.
"What a delicious woman you are."
Taeyeon blushes heavily at your never ending string of occasional compliments here and there.
Soon, you have her whimpering and mewling. Unable to sit up straight, she is now lying on the wooden surface. You feast on her pussy like it's your last meal on earth. Not even trying to stay silent, the lewd sounds of you, eating her out, fill the kitchen.
"Almost..."
Taeyeon's needy whine tells you you are doing it right. How could you not? You have more than enough experience. You know her body as well as your own.
A couple of moments later, Taeyeon's moans and cries have gone silent. Not a single sound escapes her slightly parted lips. Because you are between her legs, you can't see how her eyes grow wider. How she stares up at the ceiling, but still sees nothing. Her whole body seems frozen for just a second.
And then, Taeyeon's thighs almost crush your head. Her abs flex and her body shakes. Desperate whines escape her mouth.
"Omo! S-s-s-so goooood!"
You hold her trembling body in place, making sure she doesn't kill you, or falls off the table. Taeyeon cums the hardest when you eat her out. She loses control of her body and trusts you to keep her safe, whenever her mind enters another dimension.
Just as she is about to calm down, you wrap your lips around her clit. It almost looks like it's begging for your touch. Your tongue flicks against it once as you start your work.
"Sensitive..."
It's the only word she can force off her lips as you indulge further into Kim Taeyeon's body. Her warmth wraps around you, her juices starting to leak onto the table. You reward her for taking care of you, while you were out of it. You reward her for stitching up your wound. You reward her for being such a good girl.
With a last flick of your tongue, Taeyeon's body goes into its frozen state for a second time. A moment later, she shakes and squirms on the table once more.
"Oh god!"
Her soft cry makes you want to eat her out more. But the pain in your stomach is starting to become too much. You lean back in the chair as you watch your fiance ride out her orgasm.
When she finally raises her head, you see her flushed cheeks. For someone reason, she is always embarrassed when you turn her into a cuming mess. You think she looks beautiful like this.
"Y-You're bleeding."
You look down on yourself, while you hear her catching her breath.
"I'm fine."
Taeyeon peels herself off the wooden surface, before she stumbles towards the door. You don't stop her, knowing that you can wait a moment.
Once she is back, Taeyeon starts to redo your bandage. She doesn't look shy or nervous at all now. You watch her, catching a small smile on her face as she takes care of you. Knowing that she is still naked from the waist down, you can't help but look at her body. It makes you hard, knowing how beautiful your fiance looks. You never thought you would meet someone so caring and beautiful like her.
"Almost done."
She whispers to herself. At the same time, lust takes over your body once more. You sneak your hand towards her loose shirt.
"Hey-"
You shut her up by running your hand over her toned midriff. Realizing that she isn't wearing a bra, you start to play with her tits.
"Can't you wait one more minute? You're so greedy."
"Can't help it."
You mumble, now pushing up her shirt to bunch it up above her chest. Her tits fit perfectly into your hands. You squeeze them slightly, making it hard for Taeyeon to concentrate once more.
"Just one second. Please."
She almost sounds annoyed, but you don't care. You don't know a man on earth, who would be able to hold himself back either.
"Just finish it like this."
You pull her onto your lap.
"You-"
She raises her hand, threatening to hit you.
Instead, you lean forward, capturing one of her nipples with your mouth.
"Oh god."
A deep sigh escapes her mouth.
"No, stop."
As if she just changed her mind, Taeyeon tries to push you away.
"Can't you see I'm busy fixing you."
"I'm busy too."
You reply as you switch to her other breast.
"You're such an idiot."
You feel your cock resting against her ass cheeks as you have your way with Taeyeon's chest. At the same time, she tries to finish putting on the new bandage. But your head is blocking her vision. She has to tilt her head, while you keep enjoying all the benefits her body has to offer.
"Done."
Taeyeon puts the stuff she used back into the first aid kit on the table.
"If you would've just waited a minute, I would've been done earlier. I should teach you a lesson or two about patience some time."
"No time for that."
Your argument is good, since Taeyeon now moans, when you push your face a little further into her chest. It makes her back arch, and you put your hand on the lower half of her back, supporting her weight.
"Your greed for my body is starting to become concerning, you know?"
You can almost hear her smile as she says that.
"Why should I not enjoy what belongs to me?"
You look up at her, seeing her raising her eyebrow.
"Time for me to enjoy what's mine too, then."
Taeyeon raises herself off your lap, leans back a little bit, before she rests her pussy right above your tip. Without any guidance, your cock parts her walls as she sinks herself onto you.
The two of you moan in union. You sling your arms around her waist, while Taeyeon puts hers around your neck.
You share a lot of these moments. Just happy with being in each other's company. The lust both of you feel for each other's bodies isn't purely animalistic. It's fueled by love and passion. It's held together by an invisible bond.
She slowly glides down your shaft, before she lifts herself off of you again. Her parted lips silently tell you how much she loves this. How much she loves riding you like this. Slow. With no feeling for time at all. As if the rest of the universe stands still. Only the two of you exist. Looking at each other, while Taeyeon slowly rides you.
Taeyeon's walls hug you tight as she smoothly glides up and down. You lean forward a little again, focusing your attention back to her chest.
"Good boy."
She sighs, closing her eyes to focus on the pleasure you send through her system.
The roles the two of you have during sex are fluid. It can change from you, railing Taeyeon against the wall of her dressing room at a music show, to her, riding you like she wants to, complimenting you on being a good toy.
It goes both ways. But right now, the two of you are on the same level. You start to make Taeyeon ride you a little faster. Taeyeon lovingly strokes your cheek with her hand, feeling you hit her as deep as possible.
But eventually as always, the two of you lose control. You can never pinpoint the exact moment. In a heartbeat, it changes from sensitive love making to raw barbaric sex.
Now, Taeyeon is suddenly riding you faster. Way faster than before. You can't even tell who started it.
"Oh god yes!"
She mouns loudly, throwing her head back, exposing her sensitive throat to you. You dive in, kissing and licking her skin, enjoying the feeling of her pussy tightly squeezing your cock.
Glad you don't have to do all the work this time, you just lean back and watch your fiance. Her graceful, naked body bouncing on top of you. Only her shirt is still bunched up above her chest.
"Fuck, Taengoo."
You know you can't keep up with the pace she is now setting. Sooner rather than later, you are bound to finish.
In that moment, Taeyeon turns around. You let go of her, just watching as she gets into position. She puts her hands onto the table and starts to ride you like that. Her beautiful back is slightly curved, ending in her ass. Her skin looks flawless. You run your hands all over her backside as she keeps riding you in this new position.
It feels different on the inside too. Before, your cock and her pussy seemed to align perfectly. Now, it feels a little different.
"That's so good."
Taeyeon feels more pressure on her g-spot like that. She sinks her head onto the table, rocking her body back and forth.
You finally grab both of her cheeks with both hands, squeezing them. It earns you another moan from her. Placing your lips between her shoulder blades, you start your mission to kiss every inch of her backside.
Meanwhile, Taeyeon slowly starts to lose it. The unfamiliar feeling of your cock entering her like that makes her arch her back a little. The claps of her ass onto your lap makes her moan. Your lips on her skin, your hands on her ass eventually prove to be too much.
"Oh god, (y/n)!"
Her body freezes once more. Only Taeyeon's pussy moves. Her walls contract around you as she cums. You reach around her, using her vulnerability to place your hand over her core. You start rubbing her clit as she still calms down.
"N-Not yet."
Taeyeon tries to push your hand away, but she is too late. Another wave of pleasure washes through her with lethal silence.
She doesn't move, sitting on your lap, her pussy warming your cock. You wait for her to recover.
"You are so mean."
She finally manages to sigh, before slowly lifting herself off of you.
You are about answer, when she drops to her knees and licks your cock.
The words are stuck in your throat. Taeyeon starts to use her mouth to bring you towards the edge as well. She fell over it four times already. It's your turn now.
"Taengoo..."
You moan her name, knowing that you are close. Her head bobs up and down as she sucks you off. Her tongue swirls around your head, whenever she moves upwards. Her right hand strokes the lower part of your cock, which she isn't reaching with her mouth.
"Fuck."
You reach out and take a fistful of her hair.
You force her deeper onto your cock, her hand suddenly in the way. She removes it, enabling you to fuck her face onto your cock. Her lips glide along your shaft as you slightly thrust upwards, whenever you push her down.
Quickly, Kim Taeyeon has become a beautiful mess. Saliva is now stuck to her chin and her hair is disheveled.
"Gonna cum, Taengoo."
She glances up at you, begging you to paint her throat.
When she gags on your cock again, her throat contracts around you. It's the final push over the edge for you. Holding her head in place, you unload inside your fiance's mouth. You feel her gulping down your cum, trying to not spill a drop.
Your head spins a little. The mixture of pleasure and pain feels weird.
"Do you now know why you love me?"
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Chauffeur
Day 16 is giving Taeyeon a special ride, if you catch my drift.
Length 1.3K
Taeyeon x Mreader
You clean your suit while waiting in the car. You stare at the large hotel in front of you, waiting for Taeyeon to step out of it to begin the journey home. You check your watch; it’s about time for Taeyeon to come out. You step out of the car and wait under the hot sun; you begin to sweat from the heat when Taeyeon finally appears in the hotel doorway. As she walks toward you, you take in every part of her. Her short blue dress showed her nice toned legs and pushed her small breasts together well. You open the door for her as she nears and close it as she enters. You get back in the car and begin driving off. Once you leave the area, she lets out a long sigh. “Something wrong, Miss?”
“Nothing to worry about.” She tells you. You glance into the rearview mirror and spot her tying her hair into a ponytail, her arms spread apart. Her smooth armpits are in view. Taeyeon glances up and catches you staring at her. It wasn’t the first time that she caught you staring. She had done this before tying up her hair while revealing her armpits to you. She purposely made it look like she was struggling so that she could hold that pose longer. You reach a red light. “Can you turn around?” You do as she asks and turn around. She keeps her pose and giggles, watching as your face turns red. “There’s a parking garage coming up, head inside.”
When the light turns green, you start moving again, spotting the parking garage she was talking about. You enter and notice that it’s empty. “Oh, perfect,” Taeyeon says from the back seat. “Find a secluded spot.” You head up the floors of the parking garage until you find one that’s completely empty and park in the far corner. You put the car in park, and Taeyeon climbs over the center console onto the passenger side chair. She sits to the side, placing her legs on you and striking her now signature pose again. “So, do you think I’m sexy?”
“I-um, Miss.”
“Call me Taeyeon.” She feels your developing bulge and smiles. “Well, I got my answer. It’s nice to see your body being so honest.” Taeyeon swings her legs back, sitting properly for a moment before putting herself over the center console and having her head hover above your cock. She begins unzipping your pants, “We should let this little guy out. I’m sure he wants some attention.” Taeyeon pulls your cock and her hands rubbing it. You groan; Taeyeon’s delicate rands run over your cock slowly. She watches your reaction, getting enjoyment out of it. She starts stroking your cock slowly, her hand sinking down your shaft before slowly rising. You moan again; you never thought you would have your boss giving you a handjob. That wasn’t the end of it, though. You feel something wet touch your cock, and as you look down, you see Taeyeon dragging her tongue across the head. Taeyeon does it again while her hand strokes your shaft. You want to push her head down, but that would risk ruining the moment, and you decide against it. You restrain yourself, putting your hands to the side as Taeyeon swallows your head. It sends shivers down your back. You already feel yourself getting close to cumming, and Taeyeon’s tongue begins swirling around the head, bringing you more pleasure. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as Taeyeon’s trained tongue laps at your cock. She feels your cock throbbing as she drags her tongue along it but says nothing. She wants to be surprised when you cum. She bobs her head quickly, taking as much of you as possible. It wasn’t too long before you ended up cumming in her mouth. Taeyeon quickly drinks it all; only a tiny bit escapes her lips, but she quickly gets it. The warm liquid flows down her throat, and Taeyeon moans, savoring the taste. Taeyeon licks her lips, satisfied by her drink.
“I need you to get hard again.” She says while stroking your cock. She climbs over the console and straddles you. You barely fit in the seat with her now on top of you. Taeyeon continues to stroke your cock until she feels like you’re hard enough. Taeyeon slips off the top portion of her dress and hikes up the bottom. Taeyeon’s modest breasts are free now, only covered by some small pasties. You watch Taeyeon as she moves her panties to the side and drives herself down on your cock. You both groan loudly and make the car bounce as she begins to ride you. Taeyeon strikes her pose, showing you her pits again. You dive into them, kissing the smooth skin and licking them. Taeyeon giggles as she feels your tongue run across them. She puts her other hand on the back of your head and pushes you further in. Taeyeon’s moans more as she feels your cock harden inside you. She continues to bounce on you, her walls giving you the utmost pleasure as they squeeze your cock.
Taeyeon pulls you out of her armpits and plants her lips on yours. The fierce kiss drags on with her tongue pushing its way into your mouth. She has your cheeks cupped, holding you in place until you both start to run out of breath. Taeyeon’s small breasts bounce as she continues to ride you. She pushes you onto them after she breaks the kiss. You can barely breathe as she holds to her chest. You couldn’t play with her nipples even if you wanted to do to the pasties still on her tits. You place your hands on her thighs, squeezing them as your way of telling her to let go. You can feel Taeyeon’s walls clamp down on your cock. She begins to whine as she nears her climax; she grinds against you with wild fervor. “Shit, I’m cumming.” She says with a grimace.
You struggle in her arms and barely manage to pull yourself away. “Mis-Taeyeon, I’m going to cum too. You have to get off.”
Taeyeon shakes her head violently, “Cum in me. Give me it all.” She bounces on your cock quickly, driving herself onto your cock as she tries to make you cum. Her tight wall clamps down on your cock again as Taeyeon goes through her second orgasm. You can’t hold on any longer. You grab her waist and impale her on your cock when you pull her down. Taeyeon throws her head back with a smile as she feels your cum rush into her. She grinds her hips against you as you pump more cum into her. Taeyeon’s head swings forward, and she cups your cheeks to kiss you again. Her tongue lazily moves inside your mouth before she breaks the kiss. She climbs into the passenger seat slowly. “Drive us home.”
Taeyeon has a blissful expression on her face as you drive her home. The top of her dress is still undone, and she’s running her hand along her slit, collecting any wayward cum. Once she’s gathered enough, she cleans her fingers, sucking them clean. Once you arrive, you turn off the car and head to the passenger side. You open the door slightly, peeking in to see if she had put her dress back on. She had. You open the door the rest of the way, and she steps out with grace. With her house key in her other hand, Taeyeon grabs your tie. “I have a new job for you. You’ll be needed inside for this one.” She says while licking her lip. Taeyeon walks you to her front door, where you begin your new job.
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The Company Smut Series
Chapter 1: Personal Assistants
Chapter 2: New Friend
Chapter 3: Taeyeon and IU’s Plan
Chapter 4: Asking for a favor
Chapter 5: Strangers
Interlude 1
Chapter 6: Peeping Tom
Chapter 7: Recruitment
Chapter 8: Newest Recruit
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Character List
Potential Idols for the Series
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GYM BRO’s? GYM HOES!
(SNSD Choi Sooyoung x Male reader) rewritten!! WC: 3440 + also if u previously read it then read after the keep reading, from then on ive added and changed the story
Sooyoung stumbled into the brightly lit 24-hour gym at stupid o'clock in the morning, unable to stay still in her apartment . With SNSD’s big summer/late-summer comeback announced, her schedule was absolutely shit lately between vocal training, choreography bootcamp hell, and a new diet that had her craving carbs 24/7.
Call her crazy, but a good workout sounded way more appealing than yet another hour tossing and turning in bed.
The location near their dorm was usually blissfully empty at ass o’clock in the morning too - perfect for looking like a disgusting post-workout mess without judgment. She swiped her membership card at the empty front desk, earbuds already queued up with a stupid EDM mix.
Rounding the corner towards the cardio equipment though, Sooyoung came to an abrupt halt.
Wait a damn minute...was that...a guy?
Working out alone in the free weights corner? Well crap, so much for having the place to herself, she thought.
Squinting across the room, she vaguely recognized him - one of their fan-sites maybe? He seemed just as startled to no longer be alone, nearly dropping the dumbbell in his hand with a awkward fumble.
“Oh shit! Sooyoung-ssi?” His eyes bugged wide, literally about to pop out, “Shit, sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here this late...”
Sooyoung snorted, shifting her gym bag higher on one shoulder. “You and me both, dude.” An awkward silence passed of them just standing there staring. *sigh* no use being a bitch about it, she decided. Gym’s open 24/7 to members, even nosy fanboys.
Tossing him a casual chin jerk goodbye, she headed towards the treadmills.
“Well don’t let me mess up your sesh or anything,” she called over one shoulder, queueing up her go-to cardio playlist. Setting her phone on the ledge, Sooyoung hopped up on the belt and started jogging.
The familiar burn soon had her zoning out - eyes fixed on her reflection in the big wall of mirrors, volume cranked enough to drown out any other noise.
Including the sound of fumbling weights behind her...as the same flustered fanboy now seemed incapable of looking away from Sooyoung's sweaty reflection. His eyes tracked her bouncing boobs barely contained in the old Nike sports bra, and down to those leggings leaving nothing to imagination with each pounding step.
((a/n: so for the sake of my sanity we’ll all pretend this is a treadmill and that the fila is a Nike, alright? Good.🫡))
Sooyoung noticed the attention after a few minutes, torn between rolling her eyes or biting back a smug grin. Fan service was part of the job after all - but she also knew damn well what she looked like working out in minimal fabrics. Didn’t mean she enjoyed feeling ogled like a piece of meat, but the ego boost was kinda nice.
Nearly 45 minutes and 5 miles later however, tiredness sank in as Sooyoung began cooling down to a walk.
Her leg muscles felt more like limp udon noodles at this point, chest heaving to gulp oxygen. Risking a glance behind her, she noted the fan seemed to be wrapping up his own workout now too - re-racking an impressive set of heavy dumbbells across the open floor space.
Sooyoung slid her feet to a stop on the treadmill, skin sticky with sweat. She bent down to stretch her quads and muscles briefly, back to the weight area.
When she straightened up from touching her toes, the guy was much closer than expected - openly staring with those wide dark eyes.
"Feeling pretty bold over here aren't we?" Sooyoung arched an eyebrow, unflustered. His mouth snapped shut audibly, face and neck flushing darker.
"S-sorry noona!" he stammered, glancing away and raking a hand through his messy black hair. "I just uh...wanted to say nice workout? You really seem like you know what you're doing..." His awkward compliment trailed off into uncertainty, still avoiding direct eye contact.
Sooyoung couldn't help chuckling internally at just how shy this random fan was at interacting with her one-on-one, especially with so much exposed skin on display. She had to admit she didn't exactly mind the shy flattery. After over a decade pressure-cooking in the entertainment industry, it was actually sort of refreshing.
"I thought maintaining stamina is important for those long music show rehearsal hours," she replied easily, straightening up with a slight groan as her abdomen muscles protest.
Noticing the guy's eyes follow the flex of her defined abs, she had to hide another smirk. Too easy.
"But clearly you know what you're doing too," Sooyoung continued with a glance at the impressive set of free weights he had been using earlier
"I don't usually see guys your age lifting that heavy without a spotter."
Pink still dusted his sharp cheekbones, but he met her gaze now without the prior dose of awkwardness at the indirect praise.
Rubbing the back of his neck almost shyly, his lips quirked upwards.
"I try to hit the gym pretty consistently. Can't let you idol types have all the good bodies, you know." Y/N murmurs with a smirk, a smile.. somewhere in between
Was he...flirting back now? Sooyoung thought as she cocked her head, curiosity piqued by this boost of confidence in him,
She noted that he really was very good looking, with feline eyes and a sharp jawline that complemented the defined muscles under his sweaty workout t-shirt. No wedding ring either she observed.
"Oh really now?" she challenged, arms crossing under her boobs subtly. Enjoying the way his dark, definitely interested gaze automatically tracked and traced her tits, she took a half step closer.
"Maybe you could...give me some tips then?" Batting her lashes innocently, Sooyoung gestured one manicured hand at the bench press station nearby. "My upper body strength is definitely my weakness in dance practice lately." She says,
Y/N looks momentarily caught off guard by the bold invitation, his adams apple visibly bobbing in a hard swallow. But then he regains his confidence, lips quirking in a smirk again.
"It would be my pleasure to help demonstrate, Sooyoung-ssi” he says with his eyebrows raised and the smirk plastered on
Sooyoung watched with interest as the handsome fan confidently adjusted the bench press bar to a heavy weight for her petite frame. Clearly trying to impress her. Smirking slightly as he patted the black vinyl meaningfully in invitation, she walked closer. Intentionally lingering longer than necessary in his personal space before fluidly getting into position on her back.
The barely there bra did nothing to save her from the cold of the bench against her mostly bare skin. Goosebumps rising, Sooyoung tilted her chin up towards her impromptu trainer hovering near her.
"Well show me what you've got Mr. Gym Rat," she prompted cheekily.
His appreciative gaze flicked down to where her nipples had peeked almost visibly through the sweat-damp bra barely covering them.
Clearing his throat, Y/N carefully guided her hands into position holding the loaded barbell now held above only inches from her breast .
Sooyoung noticed how his fingers lingered, thumbs sweeping the inside of her wrists.
"Right uh, form is pretty important obviously..." Y/N started out slightly unevenly. As he began explaining proper technique, one large hand pressed unnecessarily against her toned stomach - supposedly to demonstrate using her core muscles.
"Make sense?" he asked, unconsciously stroking along her defined abs with his thumb distractedly.
"Mmhmm..." Sooyong managed, hoping she didn't sound as breathless to his ears as her own thudding pulse. She chalked it up to a normal physiological reaction - an undeniably hot guy was freely running his big hands all over her pretty much naked skin. It had been awhile since she got this type of casual intimacy with her crazy schedule and long-term even busier relationship.
Noticing her physical response, Y/N's lips curved slyly. He leaned down close, caging her under the heavy bench bar. "Why don't we start with a set, see how you handle it?" The intentionally lowered voice raised involuntary goosebumps on her skin,
Swallowing, Sooyoung tried focusing on proper breathing and form as she guided the weight smoothly down. But with him hovering so intimately close, she became hyper aware of every inch of bare skin exposed to the gym air and his wandering gaze.
Each brush of his fingers igniting sparks over her nerves.
Biceps burning from exertion, she carefully guided the barbell back into its holders. Breath coming shorter, she couldn't resist looking sideways up at him through her lashes.
Heart kicking faster seeing pure lust in his hooded eyes. She should tell him to back off, that she wasn't some groupie to take advantage of. Should remind him she had a whole career, a boyfriend even - a goddamn celebrity boyfriend none the less. But the words died on her lips as his palm smoothed down her stomach again.
"I think you need another set baby..."
The risky nickname from his mouth sent a new flood of wetness between her clenched thighs. Recklessly she arched up into his arm, just enough to make her stiff nipples touch across his wrist. His low hum is satisfying to her ears.
Maybe she could blame it on the adrenaline crash later she thought, Or the fact that she hasn’t gotten laid properly in weeks thanks to her and Jung Kyung-ho’s overlapping schedules .
But right now, feeling so desired and drowning in endorphins was exactly what Sooyoung needed after endless brutal days of smiling through every nonsense using her idol-persona as a shield
So here and now, Sooyoung threw caution fully out the window. Grabbing a fistful of her Y/N’s sweaty shirt, she yanked him down insistently, crushing their mouths together. He responded immediately, large hand pulling too-roughly in her messy ponytail to angle her head for better access.
She bit and pulled at his lower lip sharply. "What's your name anyway?" Sooyoung asked against his mouth, just realising she had no clue who this fan who felt so good pinning her down was,
"Y/N..." he managed, kissing wetly down her throat. Hearing the breathless need filling his voice sent another slob of wetness straight between her legs.
"Hmm Y/N-yah..." Testing his name on her tongue earned a responding groan. His hands slid boldly up from her shaking stomach to cover her neglected tits, kneading roughly through the thin cloth of her sports bra. White burst behind Sooyoung's shut eyelids, back arching off the vinyl bench.
"Oh fuck..." she moaned out. The vulgarness is a stark contrast from her idol act coming out unfiltered.
Y/N’s dark chuckle against her hammering pulse made her inner muscles clench on nothing.
"That's it baby, tell me what you want," he murmured , thick fingers tweaking her hard nipples for emphasis.
"Ahh!" Sooyoung whimpered as the sensation went straight to her clit, hands flying down to roughly shove down the band of her leggings and underwear before she peeled her sweaty bra over her head. Tossing it carelessly to show her gorgeous bare tits with stiffen nipples. His pulse racing double time seeing literal fantasy material come to life right in front of him.
"Holy fucking shit..." Y/N mutters, staring open-jawed,
"Like what you see?" Sooyoung purred, noting his stunned expression. Inching closer she took his shaky hands, guiding them onto her exposed tits. Hot soft skin filled his palms and Y/N groaned at finally living out countless fever dreams.
"Fuck yes... You're even sexier without clothes noona."
He tested their size and weight gently. Watching with wide crazed eyes as she bit her kiss-swollen lower lip on a moan when he thumbed over her nipples teasingly, properly now that her bra is off.
"Been wanting to get my hands on these perfect tits for years..." he rasped before ducking down to capture one of the brown peaks in his mouth.
"Oh god!" Sooyoung's shocked cry as he lavished attention on her breasts with lips, tongue and a hint of teeth. He smirked around a mouthful of her boobs.
"Sensitive here huh?" Tweaking her spit-slick nipple sharply in emphasis.
"Yes! Fuck..." Grinding against his thigh slotted between hers searchingly, Sooyoung fisted a hand almost too-tight in his hair. Urging him to give equal attention to her other needy tit.
The power rush left Y/N lightheaded. Never in a million years did he imagine his long-time celebrity crush would be practically humping his leg whining for more. He needed to be inside her like five minutes ago.
With urgency he flipped Sooyoung, bending her over the bench. Groaning reverently at the sight of her flawless bare ass and soaked panties.
"Fuck you have no idea how many times I've jerked off imagining this perfect ass up in the air for me." He emphasised the filthy words with a sharp open-palmed spank to one plump asscheek. Her answering moan urged him on.
Gripping her slim hips bruisingly tight, he dragged his still covered dick along her slit.
"Please Y/N-aah... Want to feel you inside..."
Hearing Korea's darling beg so prettily to be fucked sent Y/N into overdrive. With shaking hands he shoved down his boxers, dick springing free and almost smacking her ass.
Groaning at the first glide of his angry red dick through slick soaked folds.
"Tell me how bad you need this cock baby..." He asks as he teases them both - rubbing his swollen purple head along her pussy but refusing to enter.
Sooyoung whined, circling her hips urgently. "Please, feel so empty... Fuck me oppa!"
That was all the permission he needed. Tightening his hold on her hips,, Y/N thrust forward - plunging into her incredibly tight velvet heat in one relentless slide. Balls slapping harshly against her clit.
"Holy shit!" They both choked out. Frozen for a second, from just pure bliss
Then Y/N was fucking into her hard and fast - years of suppressed longing fueling his brutal pace. The lewd slick sound of their smacking flesh filled the empty gym. Her sharp cries urged him deeper.
Draped over her arched back, he slid a hand down her shaky stomach. Through the neat patch of pubes to circle her clit in firm strokes.
"Don't stop, please...I'm so fucking close!" Sooyoung whined, sharply circling her hips with his still imperceptibly swelling dick nestled deep inside her.
Y/N starts fingering her clit in fast strokes, wanting to push her over the edge,
"Be a good girl and cum on oppa's cock," he rasped directly into her ear. Licking along the line of her throat when she tossed her head back, mewling.
"Oh god, fuck yes I'm cumming!" Sooyoung wailed, vision white as she orgasms hard - cunt spamming erratically around him. Milking every last drop of cum from his buried dick as she shook through endless waves of dizzying twitches.
Y/N fucked her slowly through the intense aftershocks until her limbs went limp, slumping forward. Soft puffs of breath hitting the bench under her flushed cheek. Holy hell she looked completely fucked out like this - hair, a wild mess, his release leaking steadily from her well used pussy.
Unable to resist, he carefully pulled out his sensitive dick free with a wet sound and her whimper, making him groan again as even more juices dripped freely down her soppy cunt in globs now coating her thighs. Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread them eagerly - her slick puffy folds still shaking, twitching.
Ducking down without hesitation, Y/N licked broadly up the entire crease. Tasting the salty-bitterness of her orgasm mixed with his semen.
"Ohhh fuck..." Sooyoung jerked, overstimulated nerves clearly on fire. But he just hummed directly against her, the vibrations making her squirm as he straightened his tongue. Spearing deep into her pussy to taste everything,
He gripped her hips again to hold her trembling body still, continuing to spear his tongue relentlessly into Sooyoung's oversensitive canal
"Oh god, oh fuck!" Sooyoung whimpered and gasped as the intense sensations crashed over her overloaded nerves. The lewd, slick sounds of his sucking filling the empty gym.
Just when her thighs started really shaking from the stimulation, he finally let up. Pulling back to admire his handiwork once more with a satisfied groan.
But he isnt done with his bias yet,, he pressed two thick fingers back inside her velvet heat. Smirking when she jerked and whined at that light penetration.
"Mmm , you'll take a little more for your fan ,right?" He purred slyly even as she shuddered through another weak orgasm.
Not giving her a chance to recover, he quickly lined himself back up. Nudging just barely inside once more.
Sooyoung blinked sluggishly up at him, lips parted and slick with spit, eyes filled with tears even. "Ohhh f-fuck I can't..." Sooyoung whined, still shaking through the aftershocks. But despite her pleas she eagerly pushed her ass back for more of Y/N's thrusting fingers.
"Mmm yes you will," he growled. "Gonna make you cum all night..."
The lewd sound of his fingers pumping her soaked pussy echoed around the empty gym. Her broken whimpers urging him on.
"Oppa wants that sloppy cunt nice and wet before you take this dick again."
Adding a third finger, he twisted them until she bucked sharply - abusing her g-spot mercilessly.
"Oh shit! Oh shit don't stop..." Sooyoung babbled, rocking her hips desperately to get those thick fingers deeper.
Y/N chuckled darkly at how needy she was for it already. His free hand cracked down hard on one jiggling ass cheek, making her yelp.
"Fuck yourself on oppa's fingers just like that. Let me see you cum again."
Arching sharply, Sooyoung braced her hands properly - shamelessly riding his thrusting fingers now. The lewd sound of her soaked pussy sucking them in greedily echoed with her pitched cries.
Right on the edge, Y/N suddenly ripped his hands away - ignoring her scream. Gripping her hips tight enough to bruise, he rammed balls-deep into her still-spasming cunt. Bottoming out so deep she saw stars.
"OH FUCK yesyesyes!" Sooyoung babbled mindlessly.
Y/N set a brutal pace instantly - their slick bodies slapping together loudly. Obscene squelching noises coming from where their juices dripped down her trembling inner thighs.
"Yeah? Oppa's cock feels good pounding this tight pussy?" He rasped filthily against her ear. Her constant and almost musical 'ah-ah-ah's with every deep thrust said it all.
Flipping her easily onto her back not the nth time, Y/N hooked one slim leg over his shoulder - driving himself impossibly deeper. Loud smack of balls against her ass echoing.
Sooyoung's next orgasm crashed through her violently - back bowing off the bench as she wailed his name. Cunt spasming erratically, trying to milk his cock.
Not nearly done with her, Y/N manhandled her limp body into his lap , as he sat down on the gym’s vinyl flooring next - spearing up into her dripping hole once more. Sharp cries ringing out as he bounced her roughly on his dick by the hips.
"Yes yes fuck! Shit I can't..." Sooyoung babbled, still cum drunk and now full on crying. But her petite yet tall body continued riding him eagerly. Tits jiggling wildly with the force of it.
Reaching around, Y/N's thick fingers found her throbbing clit again. Rubbing messy circles as she squeezed almost painfully a fourth time. Her rhythmic contractions pushed him closer to the edge too.
But he still wasn't done using her gorgeous body yet.
Pulling out abruptly mid-orgasm, he smirked at her wrecked wail. Manhandling her to knees, he fisted himself rapidly - aimed right at her sweat-slick back curved so beautifully before him.
"Look so fucking good on your knees noona... Now tell oppa what you need," he gritted out, squeezing the life out of his own dick,
Whining and grinding her ass back desperately, Sooyoung glanced over one shoulder. Eyes glazed and burned into his.
"P-please...want you to cum all over me oppa," she begged prettily, pink tongue swiping across her swollen bottom lip. "Mark me as yours..."
"Fuck!" Y/N roared, fist flying rapidly over his slick dick. Her nasty plea instantly triggered his release. He painted her back and ass cheeks in endless ropes of white hot semen - marking SNSD's lead dancer Sooyoung as claimed, way more claimed then her man could ever mark her.
Chests heaving, he eventually tugged her fucked-out body upright against him. She mewled weakly feeling their mixed cum and her juices now dripping freely out of her loose fucked out vagina and down her thighs and his.
"Let's get you cleaned up hm?"
Scooping her up easily, Y/N carried his pliant bias towards the locker room showers.......
[A/N:
lol pt2 coming out soon , i might finally surpass 5 if not 7k words, it'll be a personal milestone, took down the previous one cause i noticed typos and added bs, i didnt spellcheck it or even read through it prior to posting like an idiot, anyway req: @snsdyb]
#kpop smut#snsd smut#girls generation smut#male reader#x reader#pov smut#reader insert#request#Snsd sooyoung smut#Girls generation Sooyoung smut#Choi Sooyoung smut#smut
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was wondering if you ever thought about writing a taeyeon smut with breeding/squirting kink
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Part Three of Dulce Periculum | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Girls Generation's Kim Taeyeon x Male Reader Smut
5,273 words
Categories | exactly what's in the ask: breeding and squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, light bondage, overstimulation, uniform sex, subbymommy!Taeyeon
Of course I thought about it! I would have written a hundred more fics for Taeng like I did with Eunbi if I weren't a lazy fuck LMAO This chapter is already barely edited!
Anyway, here's best girl. Please enjoy and await the next chapter ;)
"That was… something."
Eunbi's on your lap again, as she always is. It would be no surprise if it's become what she uses for everything now: a school chair, a backseat, everything. Her glasses are tilted to the side and her skirt is a bit too undone for suspicion to not be cast, for questions to not be said: “Why do you look tired?”; “Do you need a ride home?”; “Were you fucking Ms. Kim?”
Already she's forgotten about her earlier volleyball game loss, which is a good thing, you guess, since a disappointed frown no longer dimples her cute face. You'd rather have this Eunbi: a smiley one, clinging to you as if the two of you were magnetic forces that can't be separated without a fight, with her hair down and her body resting on yours.
Comfort. That's the word.
You've no idea how you look like, but from the way she's attending to you—brushing your messy hair with her fingers and easing the bruises on your neck with soft massages—you'd say you look pretty fucked up, in a word-for-word kind of way, And the blame is on Kim Taeyeon, certified freak in the sheets and a pretty awesome teacher besides all that.
("In the classroom" would be a more fitting phrase. She completely dominated you and your girlfriend as if she owned you, and it's safe to say that after that, she does. It's something you're more than happy to give in to.)
"Are you okay? You'll have to use makeup for this, oppa," coos Eunbi as she worriedly massages a hickey.
"My parents won't give a fuck, Eun. They'd be glad to know I'm getting laid."
She pushes her bottom lip out understandingly and nods.
"What about you?"
"Uhh," she thinks for a moment, "my parents wouldn't see—"
"No." Reword that: "What I meant is: are you okay?"
She beams. Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl—that charming little smile dances in your mind like an act at a circus. "I'm alive, aren't I?"
"No, I mean, are you okay with the whole insult thing?" You push her lopsided glasses back on her nose. She kisses you appreciatively. "She called you… what? 'Naughty little girl'?"
"You can say I am," singsongs Eunbi as she toys with your uniform tie. Her smile is wider, a little more mischievous. God, what has Taeyeon done to her? "Right, oppa?"
"Whatever."
"What? You don't like it?" She's pouting, knowing how much that little downward quirk of her lips affects your heart. She curls her arms around your neck and drags her face closer to yours. The old Eunbi would have known better than to put on PDA in school, considering it goes against several student regulations, but she's starting to become a little more coy than usual. Her flushed cheeks tell you that she likes doing that for you, too.
"No, I do," you clarify, your hands sliding down to her tiny waist. "But I just want to, like, know if you're fine with everything. I mean, she likes to talk down on you, maybe even hurt your feelings while doing it. You sure it doesn't raise a red flag?"
"Oh, 'red flag'! Oppa keeps up with the lingo!"
Roll your eyes. Here we fucking go. "You know that I'm barely older than you, right?”
Eunbi giggles. She curls her little arms around you and pulls you close.
Taper your gaze south and you can see there are bruises on her shoulders, and a couple more on her thighs and legs that her skirt fails to hide. Hearing that cute laugh from her causes you to wonder if you're the problem. What did you do to Eunbi? What have you turned her into? A year or two back, she was just a cute little honor student with time in her packed schedule to allow for tutoring you. Now, she's constantly on your lap, as if it's her favorite seat, with the sweet smile on her face proving to be deceptive whenever she guides your hand up her skirt.
Do you like it? Fuck yeah. Do you feel just a little bit guilty for corrupting her? That's also a yes.
"I'm fine with it," says Eunbi softly. "More than okay."
Her eyes are serious, but hold a gentleness in them that makes you want to pull her down and kiss her, and not even sexually. It brings you at least some comfort to know that whatever you made her into, she actively participates and allows. It would be a whole different thing if it weren't that way.
"You sure?"
"Yes, my cute little oppa. Stop worrying about me." Eunbi kisses your nose again. "Let's go home?"
You look around. The covered court is empty, except for the remaining volleyball nets and confetti. The high school buildings are also silent. Taeyeon's car is gone from the driveway. Nobody is here but the two of you.
Has looking at your empty school always been this nostalgic? You used to view education as nothing but a filler and obstacle in your schedule, but being with Eunbi makes you look forward to the future. Having your arm around her as you walk to your locker and sitting with her during lunch has significantly brightened your day. Even your grades started to improve—maybe love is the answer all along?
As corny as it sounds, it might be.
Your satisfied grin is genuine. Picking up the small girl bridal-style, you take the long day head in full stride. "Let's go home, pretty girl."
-
“Why are you home so late?”
Eunbi’s mother squints suspiciously as the two of you enter her house. You’ve come over to visit your girlfriend’s family more times than you can count, but after being royally fucked over by Kim Taeyeon, you can barely look her in the eyes.
“Sorry, mommy– mom,” fumbles Eunbi. Her ears are red; the word sounds strange now after she’s used it on a woman twice her age, most especially if said woman’s her teacher. She shrugs off your arm and steps out of her school shoes. “We stopped by the gym.”
“Yeah,” is all you can say to support the statement, considering you didn’t know until Eunbi mentioned it that there’s a gym nearby. It’s time to bulk and lift, you guess.
You and Eunbi stand guiltily at the doorway of the Kwon household, heads hung like faultful puppies. How to deal with Mrs. Kwon after you fucked her daughter and a nymphomaniac professor wasn’t exactly written down in the boyfriend manual. That’s why your mouth has nothing to say, and your hands go nowhere but your pockets. It’s an awkward situation you wouldn’t wish on even the most horrible school rival.
“You had sex, didn’t you?”
The bold, no-bullshit question makes Eunbi’s ears burn. Flustered, she shakes her head more times than someone who isn’t guilty should. “No!” she denies, as if offended by the thought of it. “Mom, why would you say that?”
“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Kwon says, placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. Her smile is hilariously condescending. “I know you get stressed when I make you attend all those extracurriculars. My little girl needs some relief, too, just like her dad—”
Your eyes widen.
“Ew!” Eunbi rushes into your arms and places her hands on her ears. “Mom, stop, what the fuck!”
“No swearing!” scolds her mother as she skips over to the kitchen to make dinner, her day slightly better now that she’s fulfilled her duty as a parent to humiliate Eunbi. “Make sure to be on the pill, my silver rain! Mommy loves you so much!”
Eunbi’s hiding her face in her palms, pressing them hard on her cheeks that it’s started to mold to their shape. You, on the other hand, are cackling, You’re having the time of your fucking life, slapping your knees like an entry to Heaven depends on it. You can’t believe the strict Mrs. Kwon would be so straightforward about that. It’s certainly a break of character, and an embarrassing but welcome one.
Your girlfriend glares at you. “It’s not funny!” she whines, punching you in the shoulder. “Oppa, how can you even laugh about that?”
“I’m sorry, Eunbi—” Interrupted by your own laughs, you apologize profusely. Still, your eyes make half-moon crescents and your stomach starts to hurt from giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just—it’s just—”
“Oppa!”
"What did she say, baby? Mommy loves you so much—"
“You’re so mean to me!”
“No, wait, wait, wait, you’re not going anywhere.” Sweep her into your arms again when the upset Eunbi turns around to leave. She mewls in protest, but you kiss her over and over, arms ribboned tight around her body. Your laughing lips start to feel numb with how much they’ve touched her pale, milky skin. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry, okay?”
“You’re not!”
Look down at Eunbi’s angry face and kiss her on the nose. That should work usually, but it seems like she’s really upset this time. “Oh, come on, baby,” you say. “I said I was sorry. What can I do to make you smile?”
Eunbi looks away like an upset bunny. It’s hard to keep a serious face when she’s too adorable even in times where she’s annoyed.
“Tell me,” you urge. “I promise I’ll do it.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Bring my uniform to school,” says Eunbi, still refusing to look you in the eye. As she speaks, she unbuttons her blouse and slips out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but a camisole and volleyball shorts. “We’re training again tomorrow and I don’t want to carry it in my bag. And quit staring at my chest, perv!”
“Sorry.” Close your eyes for a few seconds, then open them, as if doing so would chasten them. The next second, Eunbi’s uniform is in your arms. “Where do I put it?”
“Give them to Professor Kim.”
“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re”—minimize your voice so Mrs. Kwon wouldn’t hear, just in case she'd been eavesdropping the whole time—”fucking her without me.”
“Oppa,” Eunbi interrupts. Her expression is suddenly serious. “Just do it, please?”
-
Oh, yeah, as weird as her request is, you don’t say no. If she's merely having your professor do her laundry or arranging a time for some one-on-one tutoring sessions, you take the clothes and take the trip. When Eunbi's upset, you transform into an overly nurturing father.
You almost told the school guard you’re there for boyfriend duties. He’s a friendly guy and would have understood if you actually said it, but you’re so irritated by having to drive all the way back to school that you don’t find it in you to crack jokes.
You meet Taeyeon in the faculty room. “Good afternoon, Professor,” you say, unsure if you should go on with the mommy thing.
Taeyeon is now dressed in a blouse layered with a brown fur sweater. Her beam is so different from the predatory smirk that was on her face earlier. “Good afternoon, pretty boy.” She looks down at Eunbi’s uniform. “What’s this?”
“Um.” You scratch the back of your neck, still flustered by Taeyeon’s coy remark. “Eunbi asked me to give it to you.”
“Ah, thank you. Would you check on me in three minutes, please?”
Another strange request from another beautiful woman. Trying not to look confused, you nod. “Uh, sure, Professor.”
Taeyeon kisses you on the cheek then brings the uniform with her to the bathroom.
You’re becoming more and more suspicious by the second. Everything falls into place a little too perfectly. Wasn’t Taeyeon’s car away from the driveway? If so, why is she here? Why did Eunbi ask you to bring her uniform, and what is your professor doing with them in the bathroom? You’re so close to figuring it out, but anytime you join the puzzle pieces together, they don’t make the right picture.
Three minutes pass anyway, and maybe it’s a wrong decision to knock on the faculty bathroom door, but you do, and—
"You're back, baby boy."
The door opens, as if it were an ominous curtain to one of the drama club's plays.
And the main character herself is in full costume: your teacher pushes her little weight onto the sink with one, practiced hand, dressed head to toe in the school uniform. It's not just any skirt and blouse she's donning—you come to realize that it’s the uniform you gave to her, that it actually belongs to Eunbi. With how slim she is, the uniform fits Taeyeon like a glove.
Her hair is perfectly messed up into brown falls of pillow-soft beauty. Her gaze falls nothing short of sultry, and so do the rest of her actions. Even the way she sets her hand on her hip is graceful. Each thing she does is designed to seduce you, and you'd be a filthy liar if you said it wasn't working.
Her name is all you can say. What else can you utter when she's completely stolen your breath? Locked it into her heart so that it could inhale nothing more than her desire and lust?
"I told you we weren't done yet, didn't I?" Taeyeon says. "And I always keep my word, especially for sweet baby boys like you."
"Mommy…" The title falls from your mouth seamlessly, as if it were a natural thing to say.
"You know," she goes on, suspense in each step as she approaches you, "I wasn't really satisfied with how you bred me. I wanted to really feel what your little girlfriend gets every night from you."
"Did you plan this?"
"You got me." Taeyeon pulls you close. She's smaller than you, but her dominance overpowers that. "Ms. Kwon wants me to feel good. She only wants the best cum for her mommy, and she chose you."
Ah, everything makes sense now. You should have known something was up when Eunbi smiled a little more cheekily, or when she remained on her phone during the ride home. How could you have let it happen right under your nose?
"So, won't you give mommy more, baby? Please?"
You think about it. You've got one of the hottest women you know standing in front of you with the sexiest uniform on. Is this really a chance you'd let slip?
No, but—
"Hands?"
Taeyeon nods immediately. It's as if she knows what you're about to do, so why is she surprised while you tug the uniform tie from her neck in one, swift pull?
Take her thin wrists after she turns around and bind them together with said tie. Taeyeon moans in excitement, even more so when you sweep her off her feet and place her onto the sink counter. The setting is less sexy than you want it to be, but you settle for it. What matters is what you do.
Part her legs and lift the lapels of the offending skirt out of the way. No panties; your teacher is truly the boldest.
Taeyeon's pussy is as ethereal as ever. Her thighs are slick from the wetness it exudes, and from that alone you can just tell that she's been fantasizing about having you fuck her for a while. When you glide your finger across the drenched slit, she whines loudly. Her back knocks at the bathroom mirror.
"Baby, please," she whispers. The plea written in her face is genuine. She tries, to the best of her bound ability, to squirm her hips in your direction. It's an unsuccessful attempt, needless to say. "I need you."
"What do you need, Taeyeon?" Yes, you're shedding the mommy formalities now, even going as far to call her by her first name. Calling her by her sexual title is absurd when you've got her fully under your control.
"Need your tongue."
She lifts her head high like she's reaching heaven due to your teasing kisses on her inner thighs. They draw the path to her soaked cunt, which clenches around thin air as it waits for you to put it out of its misery.
"A little more specific, please?"
"Need your mouth," whimpers Taeyeon. You're crossing uncharted waters now as you kiss around her folds. Her ecstasy is so close, yet so far. "Need your mouth on me. Need you to make me feel good, baby, please."
The watery look in her eyes convinces you to stop the foreplay. You hold Taeyeon's thighs and spread them apart, squeezing them as you go, then go for the kill.
"Ohhh!" With the tie around her wrists, Taeyeon can't hold onto anything but her own fingers to deal with your tongue. You make sure to drum it on her clit as you pump in a finger into her drenched hole. "Baby, oh my god, baby, that feels so good!"
Taeyeon's taste is one you'd remember forever. The tangy sweetness is addicting, and if you could keep your mouth on her pretty pussy forever, you would. For this reason, you serve rough, languid flicks with your tongue on her nub, and strengthen the force of your fingerfucking. With the combined pleasure, Taeyeon squeezes down so tightly that, if her wetness were nonexistent, it would be hard to move. It's lucky that each thrust draws out plenty of delicious nectar.
Taeyeon's thighs quiver as they try to keep themselves open. Her loud sighs fill your ears, and they turn into whiny cries when you brush your fingertips against a certain spot on her walls. Her lips are pursed, her stomach is tight, and her jaw is slack. She learned self-control as a teacher, especially when dealing with rowdy classes, but experience can't stop her incessant mewls.
"Baby, baby, baby," whimpers Taeyeon. "Please. Oh, oh my god, please, I need you."
"That's right, Taeyeon," you say. You lift your head to smirk at her, adding another finger. "You look so pretty when you're being a good girl."
Taeyeon gasps for composure as the praise leaves her more drenched. Your fingers aren't helping at all—they know each curve and spot that makes her writhe. When you've cornered her weaknesses and targeted them, her formal acts as a teacher go straight out of the window. In this school bathroom, she's no longer a teacher, she's not the one in control. Here, she's your good girl, and you'll lord it over her as much as you please.
Your digits curl. Taeyeon's back curves as her screams bounce off the tiled walls. You place a spare hand over her mouth. Her breaths hit your palm with the pleasant company of her broken moans.
"Keep quiet," you say, boring her down with your glare. Her eyes return a frenzied, lustful look. "There could still be people outside, you know. Wouldn't want them knowing how weak you can get for one of the delinquents, no?"
Taeyeon's folds swallow your fingers as they move, and when you finally get knuckle-deep inside her, they hold onto them and refuse to let it go. Therefore, you're forced to thrust bluntly, keeping the length of them inside her and reaching places that her slim ones can only dream of reaching.
She shakes her head. Her long toned legs start to kick wildly. You've seen that before, and you know what it means: she's about to cum. Hard.
She's chanting your name for the hundredth time. Lips pursed, eyes shut, she cries for more. You're a known rebel at school, but you choose this order as one you'd follow.
You place your mouth on her pussy again. As you stimulate the sensitive skin with daring licks and thrusts of your tongue, Taeyeon kicks and moans. She'd do so many things to you if her hands weren't tied: grab your head and pull it deeper between her legs, squeeze her own tits under her blouse, probably even try to wrestle for the upper hand. But she's left as another pretty girl who's yours to use, and for this time, you choose to assault her pink, soaked cunt with your mouth.
The hand that was on her mouth earlier is now firmly rubbing eights on her clit. Taeyeon's screams aren't muffled anymore, and as much as they're loud and deafening, you enjoy it. Who wouldn't when this woman, this forbidden bombshell of a woman, is looking down at you with breaths that quake like her thighs, and says, in a strangled whisper: "I'm going to… fuck, I'm gonna—"
You capture her clit in your lips and slide a third finger inside her.
Taeyeon screams.
Echoing wails of curses and blasphemy leave her open mouth. In everything you do, you do hard and fast. Taeyeon is struggling on the sink, trying to fight her way out of the tight school tie so that she can ride your tongue faster. The only thing she can do is close her thighs to keep you there.
"Baby, oh my god, oh!" Your teacher jerks her spasming core at your tongue, urging it inside her. Her pretty face is beet red. "Mommy's cumming, I can't– I can’t, please, I'm gonna squirt all over your face!"
A spurt of girl cum hits your chin. You slack your jaw to receive more of it in your mouth. You don't stop your frantic licking at her pearl which gets more of the unholy fluid spraying.
She tastes even better when she cums.
"Yes, that’s a good girl," you say. Replace your tongue with your fingertip to be able to drink from her. As her cum messily hoses in the air, you become a thirsted traveler hooking onto the last resort. You eat of her, you drink of her, you fuck her. "Cum for me. Make a mess like the slut you are. Be a good girl."
Tears run down Taeyeon's face. "Yes, please—hnnn, it's too much!"
Her bundle of nerves suffers rapid swiping that draws fire hydrant-like sprays from her. Her whole body is slithering and twitching erratically, yet you keep rubbing her. And you’re not stopping until her shaking legs are too weak to lift themselves and protest, or her throat becomes sore from screaming.
You keep that promise. “No, Taeyeon,” you murmur. Rubbing at her core, you smile down at her. “It’s not too much when you’re with me. I know you have more cum in that pretty cunt of yours, and I’m taking it all.”
It’s fascinating how she’s the one on the bottom now. This writhing, whimpering mess of a girl can’t be the same teacher who rules the classroom with an iron fist. But she is, and her change of personas doesn’t fail to amaze you as she cums and squirts even more. The tiles of the bathroom floor now bear a puddle on its surface, and the mirror reflects something other than Taeyeon’s back and your cruel grin.
Taeyeon’s breaths are accented by the lifts and rests of her tight midriff, seen under the uniform. “Please, baby,” she tells you. Her hips fly off the sink and land back on it as it tries to find a way in avoiding and giving in to your hand at the same time. “Baby, baby– baby, mommy can’t anymore.”
"Yes, you can. Keep cumming for me."
"I-I-I…. ahhh!"
Indeed, she cums more. What you thought would soon end with soft drops becomes a blast again. It's wearing Taeyeon out—her arms and legs are sedentary, and groans pronounce through her broken voice. You kiss her neck and collarbone while your finger does away with her pussy, pushing its limits and boundaries.
"God, you're such a good girl." You kiss the insides of her thighs. "That's it, you can do it. Just a bit more for me."
Her center flexes and squeezes to reach the peak of her orgasm. Taeyeon's sighs are loud and stammered, and you gently silence them with a kiss on her mouth. Her moans are sweet and tired, so you slow the rubbing up to the moment Taeyeon's legs stop quaking.
The aftershock halts. Taeyeon's head relies on the bathroom mirror for support.
"Mmm, oh fuck, baby boy, that felt so good."
"There's more where that came from, mommy."
"Oh, so now you're calling me that."
"Of course, unless…" You pause your careful touches on her legs. "You want me to stop?"
"No, please, don't stop!" Taeyeon shakes her head.
"Why not, mommy?"
"B-because…" she says, before making eye contact with you. Doing so causes her to stop.
Drum your fingers on her hip. "Yes?"
"'Cause I need you to use me, baby boy. I need you to make me cum again and fill my slutty mommy pussy with your load. Need you, need you to breed me, baby boy. That's all I want."
The most inarticulate sentences from Taeyeon make the most sense to you. When she's trying to fight her way out of the makeshift binds and whimpering even without contact with her skin, what else can be deduced? She's a needy woman, and you're the perfect guy to help her out.
What wouldn't you do to fill that pretty cunt? Her pleas are enough for you; you lift her off the sink and bend her over it instead. Can't resist being rough when she's biting her lip like that. Spank her.
"Gonna breed you, Taeyeon," you rasp. You squeeze her ass that peeks from the folds of her pleated skirt. "Gonna fill you up, and you're gonna take it all, won't you?"
Taeyeon nods, her breath long gone. "Yes, yes, please. Give it to me."
It only takes a few unzips and unbuckles for you to completely fill your teacher. Her whole body tenses up beautifully, and the mirror bounces back to you the image of her orgasmic face: eyelids shut, mouth contrastingly open.
"Fuck." Taeyeon bites her lip. "Just like that, b-baby, just keep going."
It's easy to propel yourself inside her when your hands are on her wrists bound behind her bent back. Her trapped fingers crawl and grasp on yours to deal with your anything-but-gentle violations of her pussy.
You propel pleasured expressions of bliss on her face that you can see on the mirror. You can barely see her irises while you fuck her. Must mean you're doing a good job rearranging her guts. You can feel her stomach when you thrust into her.
After feeling her nub for a while, you press on the bulge your shaft creates on her belly. "I'm gonna ruin you, Kim Taeyeon," you tell her, to which she whimpers softly in response. "I'm gonna put a fucking baby in your womb. Fill up this pretty pussy with my load. Do you want that?"
"Yes, yes, yesss," she drawls out. "Fucking breed me. Put that big cock to use, baby. I want it all."
"Oh, of course you do." Speed up, spreading her splayed pussy lips to force it into swallowing your whole shaft. Your cockhead knocks against her cervix, and it turns you on more than it should. "Asking your student for a uniform so you can look like a slutty little schoolgirl for me. If you want to be one, then I'm gonna treat you like one."
Spank her. Each blow from your hand on her clapping cheeks causes her cunt to hold your cock tighter. Her hole clenches and twitches as you abuse her ass, squeezing and slapping the soft flesh to hear her desperate, weak cries. This is the most disrespect you've given to a teacher, even if you're already a trouble child. Can't say you aren't enjoying each second that passes.
"Oh my god, yes!" Taeyeon squeals. In a sudden burst of energy, she fucks herself back on your cock, wanting you and everything but for your rod to stop impaling her. "Fuck me, baby, hurt me! Give me your cum!"
"Fucking cumslut. You'll get all of it."
Your fist ribbons around her hair and pulls back harshly. You kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe. Your hot breath makes her legs tremble and her hands weaken in the restriction of the tie. She's submitting to you completely, allowing you to do as you please to her. What else can she do anyway, when she asked for it: for you to cum in her, to use her, to treat her like a toy?
Nothing. All she can do is receive your paced thrusts and spanks, be a good girl and bend her body over the sink for your cock to ruin. Never did she think she'd like to be used as much as she likes to use.
Once you've deemed her ass red enough, you switch your attention to her breasts. They're the perfect size to squeeze, and you do plenty of that once you realize her breasts are just as sensitive as Eunbi's. You pinch the nipples harshly, pulling on them to make her cry and rub them for her to squirm her legs together more. In everything you do, her pussy clamps tighter, and she's pushed closer and closer to an orgasm.
"P-please," she whispers weakly. "More, please, I'm so close."
"Promise me you'll take all of my cum." Pressure her into saying so through rubbing her clit. Her ass reverses into your crotch and her desirable body starts to spasm. "Promise me, baby."
"I'll take all of your cum!" Taeyeon sobs. Her voice is so loud that you're sure it passes through the bathroom door. "My tight little pussy will get all of your hot thick cum, I'll let you breed me! Just please make me cum!"
You bear her head down with one hand into the sink counter and fuck her like you mean it. All gentleness is lost now. You ravage her cunt as if you need to do so to live. Spread her velvety walls with your pumps. Let them remember the shape of your cock so that the next time you fuck her it contracts perfectly to your size. Make her sensitivity reach an all-time high.
"Big, so big, so hard inside me—fffuck me!"
Taeyeon leaves a big mess for the janitor to clean up. Her orgasm is wet and violent. It forces her to squirt on the tiled floor and your clothes, forces her to squeeze down so tightly on your rod that it suffocates and explodes inside her. Your groans are humiliatingly loud, but it drowns out in Taeyeon's chants of bliss.
"Oh, shit, baby!" she says. "Give me your cum, breed me, make me a mommy!"
Her moans are high-pitched unlike her serious tone when she teaches. When she instructs the classroom, it's strict, cutting through the air like a knife. Now, she's whining helplessly when she instructs you to breed her, bearing your drills as you fill her insides with your cum.
You don't pull out. It would be disobeying her commands. So, even when she's turned into your submissive babygirl with the help of your harsh pumps, she's still your teacher. You'll always follow her way.
"Yes… fuck me… breed me… use me…" is the last thing Taeyeon murmurs before she loses her strength and collapses on the sink.
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You guide Taeyeon to her car and drive her home. She's sleeping beside you on the front passenger seat. Pray nobody sees you as you drive through the exit of your school.
But before all that, you went through Taeyeon's phone, and you saw her messages. To your surprise, there's a conversation log in which she texts your girlfriend Eunbi.
It reads:
Professor Taeng: You brought your uniform here, sweetheart?
Kwon Eunbi ♥︎: he brought it himself
have fun w him, Mommy :3
Professor Taeng: I will ;).
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Let me help (Tiffany x Fem!R)
Was feeling soft today so decided to go for a bit of fluff, but the end is just smut since (I'm a whore and cant contain myself) I thought it made sense for the story.
I'm ALWAYS up to writing for snsd, so send requests if you wanna talk abt them 💖💖💖
Mommy tiffany young, smut, fingering, oral, praising, +18, angst, mentions of harassment on work settings;
It was a horrible day.
It started good as usual, you were full of joy since you loved your job and your little routine. But it all went south when you stepped inside the office, coffee in hand and a big smile on your lips.
Your boss, may the devil take his soul, gave you three different contracts to redact before noon and kept rushing you all the time, passing by your desk and tapping his expensive watch in front of your face; watching you all the time, quietly cornering you when you were alone.
"Creep" You said to yourself as he went away, trying your best to ignore that gut wrenching feeling as he observed you.
He was having that type of behavior since you rejected him on the latest happy hour, telling him you already seeing someone. Of course he didn't believe you, but it was true. "Is he better than me? More good looking? Come on, he doesn't need to know" He said all that and concluded that you were lying to not engage with him. If he even knew...
Tiffany Young, your boss's boss was the person you were seeing. Of course he didn't knew that, very few people knew. You didn't want anyone to know so you wouldn't be seen as a gold digger after all.
She worked at another company and owned the one you worked at, but still. You didn't want to be anyone's target.
It was finally time to leave and your body was sore, you had a massive headache and you felt like crap. You just wanted to get home and pretend nothing happened, reluctant on telling Tiff what happened since you didn't wanted to bother her but it was almost impossible to keep anything from that woman.
When you got home she was already there still on her work attire, her hair up on a bun. God, she was gorgeous.
"Hi, baby" She went your way hugging you as you tensed a bit.
"Hi, Tiff" You sheepishly said, holding back the urge to cry.
"Did something happen?" She said, worried eyes meeting your sad ones. You pouted, really on the verge of tears, sniffling a bit. "Oh, sweetie..." She hugged you again, petting your hair as you nuzzled into her neck and started quietly sniffling.
After a while she managed to calm you down a little and prepare a hot bath for you, helping you take off your clothes and enter the bathtub as she did the same, positioning herself behind you. Her boobs pressed against your back almost made you give up on telling her anything as she washed you.
She didn't rush you, didn't say anything as she kept you company; After a while you finally mustered some courage.
"Mommy" You quietly called her. "I need to tell you something..." You looked down at the water and she positioned her chin on your shoulder.
"I'm all ears, my love" She kissed your skin and that made you relax enough to tell her everything that was happening as she attentively listened.
You felt her slightly tense behind you as you were talking. You knew it wasn't jealousy, it was pure rage, her protective side kicking in hard.
"'I'm so sorry you had to go through that, baby" She hugged you. "Don't worry anymore, I'll take care of it" She said, her tone lower and quite dangerous.
"Thank you for not scolding me" You were a little bit ashamed it took you almost a week to tell her. She gently held your chin, turning your face to look at her, kissing your lips in such a passionate way that it got you dizzy.
"Thank you for trusting me with such delicate matter, my love" That made your heart melt. "I would never judge your decisions, specially on this" She said, her nose touching yours. "You are so brave, baby"
She was so encouraging, so careful, it was turning you on. That secure side, her honey-like voice, the way you felt so protected, everything felt so attractive that you found it hard to hold yourself back.
You turned around on her embrace, straddling her naked form and pressing your hips against hers.
"I love you so much" You said, kissing her more passionately now as she hugged your waist kissing you with equal fervor.
"I love you, baby" You breathed heavily as she licked your lips, sucking your bottom one. That made your hips jolt, slowly grinding. "Are you sure?" She whispered and you nodded, moaning against her lips.
"Make me forget mommy, please" You pleaded and again you felt her tense under you. She loved when you pleaded for her.
"Anything for you, my love" She said, before kissing you.
She kissed you slowly, caressing your back and cupping your ass so you would grind a little harder. You rolled your eyes as she kissed your neck, trailing off to one of your stiff nipples; That made you whine, gripping hard at the sides of the bathtub. She alternated between long and hard sucks and some more shallow, light ones.
She stood up with you still on her lap placing you on the cold marble sink of her expensive bathroom, the sudden cold made you shiver a bit but her hot body made you entirely forget anything that wasn't her.
She touched you lightly at first, two fingers circling your clit making you moan and she smiled against your skin as she went down on her knees.
"My pretty girl" She said as she licked your inner thigh, eyeing your already reddened cunt. "Pinch your nipples for me, baby" She knew how you loved getting ordered around during sex and loved even more getting your nipples stimulated when getting head. "And keep your eyes on me, princess" She smiled, holding your legs. "I like it when you watch me eat"
She dove on your pussy, licking first at your slit to gather your wetness. You opened your mouth to moan but even that was hard, pinching hard on both of your nipples, your eyes glued to Tiffany's beautiful face, her hair completely tossed to the side as she sucked hungrier and hungrier. She hummed, tasting you in the most obscene way ever, making sure that you were seeing her enter your pussy with her tongue.
"Mommy" You cried out, bucking against her face. Trembling, shivering, cursing a lot when she switched her tongue with her fingers, massaging your spongy spot and fully making out with your swollen clit.
"You look so pretty with my fingers inside you, baby" She said, getting up and kissing you. "My pretty thing" She moaned when you clenched, taking your hand from your nipple to replace with her mouth. She fucked you hard now; your pussy wet and loud as she added a third finger, making you close your eyes and throw your head back. "Open your eyes, sweetie"
Pulling you from the sink, she made you stand on shaky legs as she quickly turned you around to face the mirror, holding your chin.
"Open it" She ordered again, slamming her fingers inside you, kissing your neck from behind. You shivered, forcing yourself to obey. "That'is it, sweetie" She smiled. "Look at your pretty face, look how hot you are when my fingers are all up your pussy, baby"
Indeed, you were hot like that. Disheveled hair, sweaty forehead, blushed cheeks; you put your tongue out, sucking on the fingers that were previously on your chin. That made her mind go fuzzy with desire, her fingers slamming against your core even harder now.
You moaned loudly, clenching, shaking so hard it was impossible to stay up if it wasn't for her body pressing your front against the sink. You felt that familiar tightening on your belly, feeling yourself spilling your juices on her hand.
"Mommy, fuck-" You managed to say even with your stuffed mouth, coming so hard you kind of blacked out for a moment.
Still holding your limp body she slowly took off her fingers from inside you, turning you around to kiss your puffy lips and press her body against yours.
She took you to bed after a while, laying you literally on top of her as she caressed your back, humming a soft lullaby.
Her warmth was something so utterly safe that it made you curl up and stay on her lap like a kitty would do to it's owner, so protective and quiet in a good way.
"How are you feeling?" She said as your head nuzzled to her neck.
"Loved" You said, not thinking twice. She softly laughed.
"No, baby" You looked up at her. "About that jackass" Her eyes lost a little of it's sparkle when she mentioned him.
"Oh" you blushed a bit. "I feel lighter now that I told you" You took a deep breath.
"You can tell me anything, sweetie" She kissed your lips and then your forehead. "And always count on me for help"
You nodded, kissing the corner of her lips, that pretty eye smile making your heart swell.
"I know, mommy" You said, feeling happy to be hers.
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tiff as a sugar mommy…
she's so pretty, and would treat her sugar baby so well. giving you the best of gifts and biggest of hugs, as well as the warmest of kisses.
when it's time for her to treat you extra nicely, expect nothing short of four orgasms. yes, i meant four. one for every time she says thank you. all you have to do is take her love and thank her for giving you all that she gave.
omg i want sugar mommy tiffany so bad now-
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Hello, I hope that you're doing well! May I please request a smutty fic or hard hour with Tiffany young x female reader? Where Tiffany accidentally misses a date with her gf, and decides to make it up to her in the best way possible.. Soft dom, Tiffany who spoils her younger gf with multiple orgasms.?
♡ GIRLS GENERATION TIFFANY x fem!reader
♡ smut: oral, fingering (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, little overstimulation
She's so apologetic about it, sending you a thousand messages and promising that she's definitely going to make up for it. Even if you felt hurt, you can't really be mad at her anymore. The two of you agree that even though you couldn't spend the day together, she's still coming over to you later at night!
You're already in bed when she turns up a little before midnight and apologises to you in person too. One thing leads to another and as you're sharing kisses of apologies and forgiveness, you find yourself lying on your back with her hovering over you.
She kisses every inch of your body with gentle affection, slowly undressing you to access more and more skin. She wants to make this whole day up to you, so she's determined to show you how much she cares about you and how much she loves you. That she really couldn't help today but she's sorry and she didn't mean to hurt you in any way.
You can only whimper that it's all okay, that you understand and you forgive her, while she's kissing your inner thighs. At that point, you're ready to absolve her of any sin if she just touches you where you so badly need her.
She eats you out excruciatingly slow. Her tongue licks long stripes between your folds like she wants to fully enjoy your taste and lovingly caress even that part of you. It doesn't feel unbearable, though, you close your eyes to enjoy her ministrations as she kisses then sucks on your clit and works you to your orgasm with her tongue.
She drinks you up as much as she possibly can then moves back up and kisses you deeply. The taste of you on her lips and tongue is not unpleasant, just a little embarrassing, but you lose yourself in her kisses in to time. You only regain your senses when you feel her hand between your legs, starting to stroke you again. You tense up for a second, but she tells you to be a good girl and let her in. You moan at her voice and quickly get wet again, your fluids coating her fingers, making it easier for them to slip inside you again, one by one.
She's still gentle with you, showering you with kisses and compliments, but her fingers moving in and out of your sensitive cunt are a bit more demanding. It feels like they're trying to coax something out of you; louder moans and cries, her name, a second orgasm.
This one hits you more suddenly, leaving your body shaking and exhausted when it washes over you. She can see it too, so she gathers you in her arms and kisses your forehead to soothe you until she feels you calm down. The two of you cuddle for a while and just chat, but you find her hand wandering back to rub slow circles on your clit while her other hand rests on your boob and makes the same motions on your nipple.
"Can you take more, baby?" she whispers in a sweet and indulgent voice and you can only hum in pleasure as you lose your mind and body to her ministrations once again.
You wonder how many orgasms she will be able to coax out of your body and how much of her love you can take.
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HALL0WEEN-TWN'S HALLOWEEN WONDERLAND
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! TIME TO CELEBRATE THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR WITH SMUT!
WHO: KANGTA. BOA. TVXQ'S YUNHO. SUPER JUNIOR'S EUNHYUK. GIRLS' GENERATION. SHINEE. F(X). EXO. RED VELVET. NCT. AEPSA. RIIZE. COREY CUNNINGHAM. SIDNEY PRESCOTT. GHOSTFACE. LEON S KENNEDY. STEVE HARRINGTON. EDDIE MUNSON. KURT KUNKLE. MICHAEL AFTON.
WHAT: ANYTHING AND ALL HORROR RELATED --- ALIENS. MONSTERS. DEMONS. SLASHERS. GHOSTS. YANDERE. ETC.
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HALL0WEEN-TWN'S HALLOWEEN WONDERLAND GOES FROM OCTOBER 1ST TO OCTOBER 31ST.
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A Different Kind of Facial
Day 15 is a massage with TIffany.
Length 1.4K
Tiffany x mreader
Your parlor was nothing special in size or looks, but it had a particular reputation among female idols. As you write down some notes, you hear the small bell from the doorway ring. You look up and recognize the figure walking toward you as Tiffany of Girl’s Generation. You can’t help but stare at her as she walks toward you with her arms crossed under her chest, inadvertently pushing up her modest breasts. She snaps her fingers at you, bringing you back to reality. She smiles, feeling a little satisfied with your stare. “Hello, I had an appointment.”
“Yes, of course. Tiffany,” you reply, standing up and leading her to the massage room. “Undress however much you’d like; I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You tell her before leaving the room. You clean up your desk before heading back inside. Dimming the lights in the room, you look to the corner and spot Tiffany’s clothes sitting on the chair you left there. Her bra and panties are clearly laid on top as if to tell you she’s naked. Looking over at the older woman, she covered her lower back with a towel. Your eyes wander upward; you notice her breasts squished as she lies face down on the table.
“How did you hear about me?” You ask. It’s a question you give to most idols. At this point, you know it was word of mouth, but it’s a good conversation starter.
“Oh, you know, girls talk. One of your other customers told me you provide great massage, the best kind of stress reliever.” She replies. You start the massage by dragging your hands along her smooth back, feeling it out before placing your hands in the center and giving it a soft press.
“I see, and what made you decide to come?”
“Well, Taeyeon gave you so much praise. I had to come and find out for myself what you were all about.” You both chuckle until Tiffany gives a slight moan.
“I see my massage is already working wonders.” Tiffany tries to think of something to say, but while she is, moans continue flowing. You move around her back, kneading the most tense spots. You move lower, your hands touching the towel that covers Tiffany’s ass. “Excuse me.” You say as you remove the towel and continue to move downward. You move your hand down her thigh, feeling her tense muscles. You’re standing far enough away to see Tiffany’s pussy now that the towel is gone.
“Do you like what you see?” You squeeze Tiffany’s legs. You continue without saying a word. Both hands on her left thigh, you squeeze it and slowly move down. Tiffany lets her moans ring out. Your fingers along run along the inside of her thigh, brushing against her slit. The sudden influx of pleasure makes her moans grow louder. Every time you place your hands at the top of her thigh, you make sure your fingers touch her. You feel her getting wet; her juices begin to coat your fingers.
“I guess Taeyeon was right about you,” Tiffany says as she turns her head to look at you.
“Flip over, please,” Tiffany does so. You see her wet slit now and her modest tits. Your hands move to her stomach and move upwards to her breasts. You knead her small mounds, her hardened nipples between your fingers, and you pinch them lightly. Tiffany’s moans are constant, and one of her hands moves down to her slit. It moves in small circular motions around her clit. Seeing how turned on she was gave you a bulge. One that didn’t go unnoticed. Tiffany reaches for your bulge, caressing it through your pants. You both know what follows; you unzip your pants and drop them. Her hand strokes your now-free cock while you massage her tits. Taking notice of her full lips, you walk to the end of the table where her head is. You adjust Tiffany, moving her body up until her head hand over the end of the massage table. She opens her mouth wide, her hand moving around her cunt quicker.
Sliding your cock inside her, you feel her lips wrap themselves tightly around you. You push further in slowly, watching Tiffany’s throat expand because of your cock. You pull on her nipples, making her moan. “Let it all out, Tiffany. This is for your relaxation.” You start thrusting. Tiffany’s tongue swirls around your cock at the same pace. Her muffled moans continue as she pushes her fingers inside her cunt. It was entertaining to you to see an idol be so depraved. Most of the time, they were hesitant, but Tiffany was being more proactive. You start thrusting faster, and Tiffany’s saliva coats your cock. Some of it falls off your shaft and paints her face, ruining her pretty face. Tiffany enjoys the taste of your cock; her tongue focuses on the head, where it’s rewarded with some of your precum.
Your cock begins to throb inside of Tiffany, not wanting to, so soon you pull out. You slap her face with your saliva cover cock. Tiffany keeps her mouth open, waiting and wanting you to put it back in her. "Consider this part of our facial package." You tell her as you give her one last slap.
You move around the table before climbing onto it. Lifting Tiffany’s legs, you put them together, her thighs rubbing against each other as she anticipates what you’ll do next. You place your cock between her thighs; it rubs against her cunt as you thrust. She hangs her head off the table and moans while groping her breasts. Your cock begins to slide faster as her nectar rubs off on you; the sound of your hips smacking against her legs bounces off the walls. “Are you satisfied by this, or would you like more?”
“Fuck me. It’s not enough to just have it rubbing against me.” You give Tiffany what she wants and place your cock at her entrance, you give her a moment. Letting her anticipate your cock before spearing her with the entire length. “Oh fucking-” Tiffany can’t get the last word out as moans fill her throat. You pin her arms to the side of the table and thrust with all your strength. Tiffany’s walls are clenched tightly around your cock. You lean forward, nearly bending her in half as you pound away at her small body. You enjoy the feeling of her cunt gripping you, her warm and wet walls still letting you slide in with ease. Tiffany’s leg muscles are tight; they’re flexed as she cries out in pleasure. Tiffany’s body lurches forward inches as you thrust; it would be more if you weren’t holding her down. “I think I’m cumming,” Tiffany moans loudly.
“Then cum, you’ll feel all the more relaxed.” You drive your cock deep into Tiffany again, her walls tighten further, and you hear her cry out in pleasure as she cums. Tiffany’s body shakes and shudders as she feels the ultimate pleasure course through her. You keep moving inside her, enjoying her walls, trying to milk you. “I’m getting close. Where do you want my cum?”
“Cum on my face, paint me, ruin my pretty face. Give me that special facial. ” She moans. You thrust a few more times before climbing off Tiffany; she rolls off the table and kneels before you. Her soft hand grasps your cock, moving back and forth quickly as she tries to get you to cum. You put your hand on her head as you feel your cock start throbbing. A second later cum spurts out of your cock and onto Tiffany’s face. She closes her eyes and welcomes the warm liquid; she even sticks her tongue out, letting some fall onto it. It covers her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Cum drips off her face onto her body, slowly rolling down it until it hit the floor. Tiffany collects some before it has the chance to fall and gives it a taste, sucking on her fingers.
You walk away while she does that and grab a camera to take a picture of her in that position. "I hope you liked your facial." The polaroid film comes out the bottom, giving it time to develop; you hand it to her after. “It’s yours to keep; I do this to all first-time customers. You are free to do what you like with it. Oh, and before I forget, please come again.”
Tiffany stands up, leaning against your body, her hard nipples poking your chest. With a beaming smile, she says, “Oh, I know I will. I’ll even recommend a few friends to come here.”
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The Company
Strangers
Smut and Story Building (Stranger sex, teasing, rebound sex, deep penetration, creampie, blowjob)
Chapter 5
2,610 Words
(Jessica and you have dinner together after her failed attempt to meet with her friends. She complains about her ex and you find your way to fuck her at the end, maybe a little too good. Now she can’t go to her ex or any other man after your lustful adventure.)
It’s been a busy couple of weeks in your personal and professional life. You haven’t had a chance to rest, besides the occasion blowjob at the office. This week, you’ve finalized two groups that will be debuting in the near future. You’ve waited so long for your first group to debut that you couldn’t help but support them the best you could. You made the decision to move them out of their cramped dorms and into a nicer and more spacious apartment meant for confirmed idol groups.
Wanting to see their reaction, you disguise yourself as staff and help them move in. You can’t help but smile at their reaction when they see their new apartment. You and IU give them a tour and get furniture arranged to their liking. As you carry some of the heavy items, you can’t help but notice one of the members eyeing you from time to time. “Where do you want this box?” She walks between you, points at where she wants her item and continues to follow you around. You then hear, “Jennie, stop following him and come help us bring these boxes.” You see Jennie’s face turn red from the comment that her groupmate Jisoo made.
After a couple of hours, the five members thank you for your help, and you let them know to inform IU if you need any help, to which they happily agree.
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You’re heading up the elevator when it stops. The door opens, and you see a familiar figure.
“Jessica?”
“Ahh, yes,” bowing after realizing you’re Taeyeon and IU’s boss.
“Don’t need to be formal. Feel free to speak freely.”
“Okay.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to surprise IU and Taeyeon, but they’re not home.”
“Oh… I think they’re busy until late tonight.”
You can see her reaction change and say, “Seems like something is bothering you.”
“Yeah, I need to talk to them about something.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m willing to lend an ear. How about joining me for dinner?”
She stays silent and seems to think about it for a while but makes up her mind, “Yeah, I think I’ll take you on the offer.”
The two of you head to your apartment, “Wow, your place is so big. I didn’t know you had a whole floor to yourself.”
“It’s nice. I know I won’t have time to commute from home, so I moved next to the company, which makes it much easier. Want a drink?”
“Sure.”
You serve her a drink, and she sits on the stool, watching you prepare dinner. You make a nice Korean meal, and the two of you share some wine. She tells you about the problems between her members, but more about her failed relationship with her now ex-boyfriend.
“He’s such a dumb ass. He was so scared of people finding out about our relationship that he just chose to distance each other.”
“His loss. If I was him, I wouldn’t care what people think.”
“Right, he’s such a wuss. I don’t need people like that in my life.”
“Maybe you’ll find someone that cares for you. I mean, look at you; you’re beautiful; who wouldn’t want to date you.”
“Aww, thank you. I would totally date you if you weren’t with Taeyeon,” says Jessica as she takes a sip of her wine.
“What do you mean together with Taeyeon?”
“Aren’t you to dating?”
“No, I’m not with anyone.”
“Oh… it just seemed with you were. She said you to had a thing.”
“We fucked, but nothing serious.”
“So you’re not together?”
“No.”
Jessica fixes her hair and undoes her blouse a bit, “You know, it's been a while since my ex and fucked. He was too intimidated by my popularity that he stopped giving me affection.”
“Oh really, maybe I can help you with that.”
“Hmm… I don’t know. We don’t know each other that well,” teasing you as she shows off a bit of cleavage.
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but from the looks of it, you need someone to fuck you real good to make you forget that bitch of a boyfriend you had.”
She smirked at you, knowing that you hit the nail. “Not saying that I’ll let you, but if I did, what would you do to me?”
“I’ll take you right here, right now, and put you on all fours. I’ll put your ass up and shove my cock in that hungry cunt of yours and fuck you until you forget that ex of yours.”
You could see that she was getting turned on by the way she would move her legs under the kitchen counter. You know she needs a good fucking, and she knows it as well.
“You think you can make me forget about him? You’re that good?”
“If Taeyeon told you about what do you think?”
“You’re just talking.”
You walk around the countertop, turn her stool around to face you, and say, “Just say the word, and I’ll guarantee you forget that ex of yours.” You look straight into her eyes; you can see the lust in her. You know the thin line she is about to cross; you can see it in your eye; all you need to hear is the magic words.
“Fuck me, make me forget.”
Those are the words you wanted to hear. The is no going back, especially for her. You’ll make sure you make her forget about that sad excuse of a boyfriend.
She wraps her legs around you as you pick her up from the stool and take her to the couch. She kisses you passionately on the way there, but you don’t care for that and toss her onto the couch. You take off your shirt and see her eyes widen, and biting her lip. Her reaction makes you smirk and decide to go all out. You’re not here for foreplay; you’re here to fuck the shit out of her.
You pull off her skirt and panties, tossing them across the room, “Wow, so eager, huh.”
“I’m here to fuck you, right? Plus, I can see that you’re wet already, so let’s not waste any time.”
She nods her head, and you continue to undress, pulling down your pants and boxers, revealing your cock.
She gasps when she sees your cock spring out and says, “Oh my god. Your cock is so big!”
“Bigger than your ex, huh.”
“Yeah, much, much bigger. His doesn’t even compare. Don’t think it’s all going to fit inside me, though.”
“It will. It fits inside of Taeyeon. I bet you’ll take me in nicely, too.”
You grab your cock and slap it on her slightly shaven cunt, just small traces of hair from not having sex in a while. She could feel the hot radiating from your cock, making her cunt leak even more.
“You like it?,” asking as you press your cock on her pelvis. “Yeah, I want you in me; make me forget of that dirtbag.”
You can help but smile as you align your rock-hard cock and slowly press the tip inside of the entrance. Jessica moans and whines, from how much you’re stretching her, “Oh my god! You’re so big!” You grab her hips with a firm grip and press your weight on her. She feels your thick cock spread her walls, “Fuck… it feels like you’re splitting me in half!”
“You’re so tight! How small was your ex? Feels like I’m the first one fucking you!”
She whines and groans as your try to insert more of your cock, “Much smaller! His cock is nothing compared to yours!”
You can’t help but laugh at the poor guy, “Damn, poor guy, but don’t worry; I’m going to stretch you real good,” as you slam your cock all the way inside Jessica’s womb. She screams in both pain and pleasure, “You’re hitting me so deep! Let me breathe a bit,” but you don’t let her. You’re here to fuck and enjoy and enjoy, so watching her whine turns you on. You increase the speed and strength of your thrusting and can see Jessica go in a state of ecstasy. Her body and mind are experiencing something they have never experienced before.
You can’t help but smile at the sight of Jessica’s eyes rolling back and making her into a complete mess. It’s not long until she ends up having an orgasm, her body squirming, “Ahh… ahh, fuck! What’s going on? Why is my body feeling so hot? I feel like I’m going to pee!” and cries as she sprays you of liquid when you pinch her clit.
You pull your cock and are sprayed with Jessica’s liquid and see her panting. You immediately plugged your cock back inside of her, causing her to cough violently from the sudden pain of her womb getting stabbed. She tries to push you off, but it's no use. You can feel your own high arriving, and you need to see it through.
Her walls were tight, and it was making you reach your peak; you know that it’s the first time you two actually met besides her casual visit, but you really want to cum inside of her like one of your sleeves.
“Fuck… I’m about to cum.”
Jessica’s eyes go wide, and she says, “Wait… cum outside, pull out!”
“Nah… I’m going to cum inside!” you yell and grab her waist and blow your load inside of her. Jessica’s back arches and her body shakes as she feels your heavy white load invade her cunt. “Fuck…your pussy is milking me…”
It takes a while for Jessica to regain her composure, but after some time, she lifts her head up and says, “I told you to pull out. Why did you come in me?”
“You said you wanted to forget about your ex, right?”
“Yeah, but don’t just cum inside me.”
“Why not?”
“Just don’t. Not even my ex came inside of me,” she pouted.
“Haha, really?
“Yes, I made him wear a condom every time.”
“So that means I’m the first one to paint you white?”
“Yes…”
You can’t help yourself but get turned on again. You pick her up and carry her to the bedroom next to yours. She yelps when you toss her onto the bed and turn her over. You lift her, press her body down and lift her butt up in the air and spread her legs.
“Wait…what are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m hard, and I really want to fuck you, so just relax and enjoy.”
“Wait… I’m not…” you don’t give her time to finish off her sentence as you quickly align your cock to her entrance and shove it in one go. “Oh fuck! You’re being too rough!”
You grab her ass and give it a nice feel before giving it a hard slap. Jessica groans in pain from your large hand on her rear but gets turned on. Seeing her reaction, you continue to slap her ass, every time with a heavy hand, until her ass is completely red.
You thrust inside of her for about ten minutes until you’re at your peak once more. With your two hands, you grab her hips and bring them towards you as you place your weight on her and say, “I’m cumming! I’m going to paint your walls completely white. Your pussy is mine!”
You unload a massive amount of cum inside her, completely drowning her cunt of your seed, “Take my cum!” as Jessica’s blood comes rushing to her head. She grabs onto the bedsheets, gripping them hard as you drop your load into her cunt. “It’s too much; you’re going to drown me!”
You pull out your cock and watch your cum ooze out of her and stain the bed. “How was it?”
“Hot. I can feel the warmth right here,” she says as she points at her tummy.
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The two of you spend the whole night fucking, round after round. You smirk as she moans out your name and digs her nails deep into your arm as you fuck her. Anywhere from the hot tub, out on the balcony, and the shower. By the next day, she’s a mess, her womb completely yours and the shape of your massive cock. You know she’s ruined for any other man that’s not near your size.
“Still remember your ex?”
“What ex?”
You can’t help but laugh as you enjoy a blowjob from Jessica while lying on the bed. With her hand around your cock she bobs her head. Her tongue coats every inch of you with a thick layer of saliva. You grab your phone and take a quick picture before Jessica notices. She lifts her and catches you, “Hey, what are you doing?”
You grab her head and press it back down, causing her to gag when your cock hits the back of her throat. The sudden reaction of hitting her throat causes you to bust a load. In a panic, she tries to drink as much as she can because it's too much for her and gags. You release your grip, and Jessica lifts her head up, coughing. You watch cum dripping out her mouth and back onto your pelvis. “Lick it off.” She sees your serious look and does as she’s told, licking off the cum she just spits out.
Suddenly, her phone rings, and she grabs the phone from the nightstand. She answered the phone, and it was Taeyeon with IU.
“Why haven’t you answered our texts? Where are you?”
“Sorry, I fell asleep after getting home.”
“Oh, okay, we’re sorry we were not able to meet yesterday. How about joining us for brunch?”
“Hmmm… I think we can…” She stops mid-sentence when she sees what’s in front of her.
You wave your cock in front of her and whisper, “Want to go again?”
She sees your limp cock get hard in a matter of seconds and is now at full length. She bites her lip and climbs on top of you, lifts herself to your cock, and with her free hand, aligns it to her cum stained, covered cunt before dropping her whole weight on you. She yelps from the girth and tightens her walls, “Ahh… actually, I have some last-minute things I need to take care of that might take me a while. How about meeting later next week?”
“Oh… okay. Next week sounds good.”
“Okay, bye…”
You grab the phone off her hands and end the call, throwing her phone at the end of the bed. “I see someone wants to go another round.”
“Shut up.”
“How about this round? Grab some breakfast after. Maybe dinner, too.” She smiles and begins to ride you.
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The two of you end up sending the whole weekend fucking like animals. At the end of each session, she begs you to pump her womb with cum, even going as far as to breed her. Like a gentleman, you do as you're told and even tease about her ex; she pinches your thigh and tells you to fuck her harder. You even joke around and say, “Do you think we know each other better now?”
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taeyeon hcs i have
sfw-
my baby loves cuddles
pulls you in like a koala
legs around your waist, kisses on your cheeks
had definitely bitten you, out of love
licks your cheeks
when you met her mom, it was all baby pictures
“look at how cute she was”
you and her spend hours wondering what your kids would look like
always asking her if she wants to carry the kids
her smile lights up the room
whenever you feel upset and go to her, she makes it better in seconds
she always smells good
she walks around the house singing
she might be small but her voice carries
vvvvvvv loud
nsfw-
miss girl SCREAMS
so loud
remember how i said her legs are always around your waist?
they’re around your head too
loves to ride your face
she squirts
loves getting bitten
she’s a hickey girl
i feel like she’s bare down there
she rides like a goddess guys
just saying, she knows how to suck dick/strap
@lovelaetter made me realize that she cries during sex idc idc
call her pretty pls pls
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Eunbi and Taeyeon threesome where Taeyeon unnie teaches Eunbi how to properly please her man 👀
In Absentia Lucis, Tenebrae Vincunt
Part two of Dulce Periculum | Previous Part | Next Chapter
Girls Generation's Kim Taeyeon x IZ*ONE's Eunbi x Male Reader Smut
10,144 words
Categories | sex-ed_professor!Taeyeon x valedictorian!Eunbi x student!Reader, mommy kink, lesbian sex, squirting, breeding
Content warning | teacher/student relationship, age gap (all legal, needless to say), slapping, degradation
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This piece is edited by and dedicated to @midnightdancingsol and @capslocked, two of my favorite writers. Thank you so much, I appreciate it!
Originally had a different plot, but ideas hit, and I've been working on this ever since.
There wasn't supposed to be mommy kink here, but then I realized that no one has written Eunbi calling someone mommy here before, so I wanted to try that but with my top two, Taengoo ;)
IZ's best girls coming your way... now!
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The clock says 10 AM sharp, and the skies are a warm sight of lively blue. Morning has long been here, yet for Kwon Eunbi, it’s an hour she can view as nighttime. With the school uniform keeping her warm from the wind of the powerful air-conditioner, she feels right at home. For once, she cares not for paying attention to lectures or reprimanding her classmates’ buzzing conversations. For once, she puts herself first—not her schoolwork, not her classmates, but her.
It’s not like she can continue her usual routine of studying even if she wanted to. Her body’s worn from endless days of studying and playing. Her forearms, formerly milky white, are now peppered with purple bruises. With the number of textbooks she’s flipped through under a flickering lamplight, it’s likely that she'll need to replace the lens of her round prescription glasses.
Still, she’s Sleeping Beauty herself. Chocolate hair falls messily but prettily over the pillow she rests on (AKA your arm) as she finds solace in slumber. The softest of snores barely make it past her full lips pressed together.
You gently rock her side to side, admiring how pretty she is even when she’s resting.
Too bad she's sleeping due to stress.
During class.
For a girl like her, classes are a lifeline. School in general is. She would never dare fall asleep in class. However, here’s the deal: she’s been put through stress harsher than the healthy amount (stress can be healthy, you’d argue, because if someone has nothing to stress about, then surely they aren’t alive?), and she’s starting to give out. Her grades start to stagger as time goes by. She almost passed out during volleyball training and could barely button her uniform right for school because of how tired she is. Eunbi’s leading the volleyball team for your senior year after all; it should be expected, but it just isn’t fair for her, and especially not for you, the one you’d argue cares for her the most.
Seeing her tired and battered makes you refuse to rouse her. She deserves the rest, more than anyone.
Jo Yuri, the annoying kid in class sitting at the desk beside you, thinks otherwise. She raises her hand high in the air mid-discussion of the importance of condoms, attracting the attention of your teacher.
“Professor Kim!” says Yuri; she stands up proudly. Roll your eyes at her, warning her to stay in her lane, but when has Jo Yuri ever done that? She quirks her brows back at you mockingly.
Kim Taeyeon glances at the girl's direction. Shit. Wait, she might have missed her—she’s looking back at Yuri with an inquisitive look. “Yes, miss Jo?” she asks.
“Eunbi is sleeping.”
“I see that,” says Taeyeon simply. She looks at Yuri from behind her gray-framed glasses with a slightly squinted look. “Anything else less of the obvious I should be informed of?”
A few small chuckles pass around the room. Although people won’t say it directly to Yuri, they all revel in her humiliation. Yuri’s the definition of a brat, and not the good kind. Her parents have funded the school's activities for decades, and because of that, she thinks she’s got a one-way ticket out of anything.
Unfortunately, you aren’t the train conductor. You can’t usher her away for every passenger’s convenience.
“W-well,” Yuri answers, a little unsurely now, “isn’t it basic class etiquette to be alert for discussions? You can’t make an exception for her.”
Taeyeon’s lips create a small, sarcastic smile.
“Kwon Eunbi works hard, Miss Jo,” Taeyeon says. “If anyone deserves a cut of slack, I’d say that it's her, someone who’s been truly conscientious, and not one who doesn’t put in effort even from a place where most of it has been done for her.”
Yuri’s cheeks transform into two red roses. “B-but, but you scolded me when I fell asleep during class.”
“That’s because you’re not an honor student, Miss Jo.”
The quietness is almost death-like. If it went on any longer, the classroom could become a graveyard. Everyone’s thinking the same thing. You can see it from the looks in their undead eyes.
“Now, Yuri,” continues Taeyeon, smiling, “would you like to say anything else?”
“No, Professor.”
“I thought so. Please take your seat.”
Taeyeon lifts her gaze from Yuri. She then addresses all of you, the calm yet piercing look in her eyes never fading.
“It would do us well if the only interruptions my class will have from now on are insightful questions and answers.
“Shall we continue?”
The class murmurs in response, their words echoing in the room. Yuri glowers in her seat, suddenly taking particular interest in her manicured nails. Even from afar, you can see her red ears.
The combined choir of young voices responding to Taeyeon rouses Eunbi from her sleep. Her eyelids flutter, and she gazes at you with sleepy eyes. She still hasn’t registered everything.
“Good morning, sunshine,” you say with a grin.
Eunbi looks at her surroundings, then at Taeyeon, who’s continuing to teach.
“Oh God, oh fucking fuck.”
Suddenly, her notebook and pen are all on her table, clicked and open. She glances at you with panic in her beautiful face. “What did I miss?” she asks frantically.
You don’t know how to tell her that you’ve witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime sighting: the annoying kid getting a taste of their own medicine.
But you smile instead.
“Nothing, babe.” You kiss her forehead. “A whole lot of nothing.”
-
“Class dismissed,” Taeyeon announces. “Have fun at the intramurals, everyone!”
The class files out rather slowly. Some are caught up in conversation about her earlier scolding of Yuri, and others are still arranging their books into their backpacks. Whoever’s already taking their exits are yelling their goodbyes, waving at her cheerfully; she waves at them, too, with a kind smile of her own. Despite her strict upholding of rules in class and her no-bullshit approach to discipline, she wants to show her students that she’s still a good teacher. She remains the same: someone who wishes to make a healthy connection with her students.
The last to leave are the boy and his little valedictorian of a girlfriend. It’s been a year since they two had gotten closer. Although they never officially announced it, Taeyeon can see the status of their relationship in the little things: their joined hands that draw envious looks, Eunbi's head on his arm, and the playful touches. It’s sweet seeing connections grow between her pupils, but she can’t help feeling a little...
Jealous?
Is that what it is? Taeyeon contemplates as she sits back down.
Yes, she is jealous, but not because she misses the proud, youthful feeling of being an adult nearly out of high school. She misses those days, that’s for sure, but it isn’t the root of her feelings. (She’s certain—not entirely yet—that it’s because of their relationship.
She’s only been teaching for a year, so she makes it a habit to catch a pretty face among the masses. For example, Kim Minju is pretty, but the honor student has a different kind of prettiness in her possession. It... attracts her.
And so does the boy.)
Said boy looks at Eunbi expectantly whilst he waits at the doorway. He’s the delinquent, isn’t he? His wrinkled uniform is enough indication—the punks always dress like that no matter the dress code or situation. They could be at their grandfather’s funeral and they’d still dress like a missing kid who’s learned to adapt to the streets.
“You coming, Eunbi-ya?” he asks her.
Does he ask her that privately? When he’s fucking her? When he’s pinning her down to the bed while her parents are out of town, as he gives her a hard and well-deserved pounding? He’d look so good doing that; he's far more attractive than he likes to make it to be. He’s nineteen, after all—boys are still like that at that age, even though they’re barely teenagers anymore.
Taeyeon can’t take her eyes off him. She doesn’t know how to; it’s like they're permanently glued to his movements, like she's only capable of looking at him and nothing and no one else.
What do her moans sound like when he’s fucking her?
Turns out she can, but only for the girl. She’s saying something to her boyfriend, but with how much she’s absorbing her—her body, her face, her cute little smile—she doesn’t quite hear everything.
Her moans would sound so pretty; she speaks so prettily that she’d sound good even when she’s below him. She’s a screamer, I bet, she looks like the type of girl who’d cry when—
“Professor? Excuse me, professor?”
Speak of the fucking devil (... angel?).
It was unusual of her to be caught by her students without her guard up. She has to remain focused. When those large, bouncy things are directly under her nose only restrained by a school blouse a tad too small, it’s difficult to.
“Yes, Miss Kwon?” asks Taeyeon, brought back to Earth.
“Um.”
Eunbi has her hands behind her back. Her eyelashes flutter beautifully as she guiltily fails to meet her eyes, leaving much to Taeyeon’s imagination about a fictive good little Eunbi, who’d sit on her teacher’s plaid-skirted lap and say soft, innocent things like that and—and—
“I’m sorry for falling asleep in class,” Eunbi says in a small voice. “I didn’t mean to. I was just so tired, I… I couldn’t help it. And I know that’s not a good excuse—”
I swear, if you put your tits in my face one more fucking time, rambles the voice in Taeyeon’s head—(it’s been there for a while now, and comes to life whenever she sees the wind blow Eunbi’s skirt up just right, or when the school collar fails to hide the forbidden view when she bends down to pick up a fallen pencil); it’s not my fault anymore if I do anything.
It’s such a raw, wrong thought, because it isn’t Eunbi’s fault either that she’s so tempting. It’s not her fault that those lips of hers curl downwards in the cutest, most pitiable angle or that her body is naturally carved to fit more than a handful. However, when one knows what they feel is morally repulsive, they tend to put the blame on anyone else but themselves.
“Water under the bridge, miss Kwon. We all have our moments.”
Eunbi looks surprised. “Really?”
“Really,” Taeyeon repeats.
Eunbi smiles widely. Even the way she grins is pretty. “Thank you, professor,” she says gratefully, bowing ninety degrees.
Taeyeon chuckles amusedly. “No need to bow like I’m an emperor, of course. Just do your best in the intramurals. I believe in you.”
“Yes—”
-
“(,) but I don’t think I can do this. Please, oppa.”
“Eunbi, that’s nonsense. You’re a great player, you’re gonna be fine.”
Star player and top student Kwon Eunbi squirms fearfully. That many achievements to her name and she still has doubts about her own abilities.
“I'm... I'm really not,” she says in a small voice.
She looks around the covered court with fear dancing in her large brown eyes. All these students—her classmates, anyway—are rooting for her. Thirty-six and more have all laid their eyes and expectations on her. She figures that’s probably what scares her more rather than the game itself.
“I don't want to do this,” she whines.
“But you can’t do anything about it now, can you, baby?” you ask her. Your hands frame her nervous face, rubbing your thumbs over her cheeks.
“I can, actually,” she says. “I can just go up there, say ‘oh, fuck this, fuck you all; I’m not doing it,’ watch them go bananas over it.”
Her lips have a sarcastic side to the smile it holds, but you know her. You know that she’s actually considering it. For the first time in her school life, she’s contemplating ditching it all for something, anything that isn’t this game.
She’s looking down at her rubber shoes again, but you raise her face to look you in the eyes. “You signed up to play. You’re a varsity player now. So you have to go do it whether you like it or not.”
Eunbi presses her forehead to yours and closes her eyes with a sigh. “I know,” she whispers. “I know.”
Considering your first intimate encounter was rough lustful sex, the two of you actually really care about each other. It made you realize that your crush on her isn’t purely from lust. You care about her, and you’re not happy about the amount of stress she's been under. To be fair, the whole school is suffering, including you, but you’re a known failure. You couldn’t give less of a fuck if your future transformed into a person, went on its knees, and begged you to take it seriously. Exam season is another Tuesday to you: nothing to care about, nothing new.
But for Eunbi? Exams and games mean everything. She has her reputation of being an honor student and overachiever to maintain. She has her parents, who are constantly pressuring her to join every extracurricular activity under the sun, to please. Additionally, due to a particular school board teacher’s brilliant idea to schedule the intramurals a week before the exam season, she has to juggle hours of eternal volleyball practice and studying and tutoring students to make it through the year. She barely has time in her packed schedule to breathe.
While the students on the bleachers are roaring and cheering excitedly in their color-coded shirts, she's in a tight sleeveless white shirt stressed to death.
There’s only a few minutes until the most important volleyball match of her life. What could go wrong?
(Everything.)
“Baby,” you say softly. “Baby, listen to me.”
Near tears, Eunbi looks up at you. “Yeah?” she asks.
You kiss her sore fingers, the insides of her thin wrists, and the bruises from the volleyball that mark her forearms. Kiss her where it validates her pain. Kiss her where it hurts. Kiss her where it means something.
“Whatever happens in the game,” you tell her truthfully, “I’ll still love you. I’ll still be proud of you. So just do your best for me, okay? I’ll be there all the way.”
“You promise?” Eunbi raises two fingers wrapped in medical tape.
“I promise.” Make your promise by gently grasping the digits she holds up. “Hell, I bet Professor Kim would be holding up a ‘Kwon Eunbi 4 The National Team’ tarpaulin.”
Eunbi giggles. You both know who you’re referring to: your sex ed professor, Kim Taeyeon. She started teaching at your high school just this senior year, and looks young for her age. Many students adore her, but she only really has one favorite, Eunbi. Always particularly sweet with her, just like earlier, and always attentive to her intelligent questions. If it weren’t for Eunbi being eighteen going on nineteen and in high school and Taeyeon a teacher, anyone would have thought the latter had a crush on her.
Her defense of Eunbi earlier just adds to your suspicions.
If Eunbi reciprocates those alleged feelings, you’d see why. Taeyeon is a charmer. She’s watching the basketball game with crossed arms and a stern look behind her round spectacles. Without saying anything, she attracts people. Anyone can see how beautiful Taeyeon is. She gave a short welcoming speech earlier and you could hear the oohs and ahhs of both parents and students alike.
“Oh, hush,” Eunbi says, waving it off, but she’s visibly more cheered up. “She likes me, but not that much.”
“If she liked you less, she wouldn’t have let you off the hook for napping.”
“It’s called empathy, dear oppa,” says Eunbi, flicking your forehead. “Don’t s’pose you know what that means.”
“Someone’s got a crush on their sex ed teacher.”
“And if I do, so what? She’s really beautiful.”
Take your biased eyes off Eunbi and you’d see that she’s beyond the statement of just “really beautiful.” Taeyeon has the look and aura of an older friend who’s blunt but loving, and would help you out of sticky situations, but not without tough-love advice. Her hair and minimal makeup always look perfect and natural, besides the fact that she looks quite young for her age.
But you won’t see that until later.
“See? If you need anyone to do your best besides me, do it for professor,” you add to make her laugh. “Okay?”
Eunbi wipes the last of her tears. She’s chuckling as she shakes her head at her current emotions. She’s Kwon Eunbi, for fuck’s sake, why is she like this? “Okay,” she says. She sounds a little more assured now. “I will. Thank you, oppa. I love you.”
“Same here.” You kiss her cheek. Comb your fingers through tangled strands of her side fringes left unrestrained by her high ponytail and pat her shoulder. “Ready?”
“Yep. Never been more ready.”
-
Eunbi’s team lost the game.
It wasn’t her fault. A lot of her volleyball teammates kept missing whenever the white ball was plunged back over the net. And by “a lot,” you mean fucking every one of them. She basically hardcarried the team. More bruises started to appear on her beautiful arms, and she looked more and more discouraged as the game time quickly passed.
The first thing she did was rush in your arms after the game.
“Oppa,” she muttered softly. She’s all sweaty and wet, but you didn’t mind. She needed you, and even if she needed you while covered head to toe with acid, you’d still hug her.
“I’m here.”
The second thing she did was weep.
“I fucked up,” Eunbi moaned, burying her head further in your shoulder. Now tears replaced the sweat that coated your skin. “I… I couldn’t catch the ball, and—”
“That’s not your fault, Eunbi. Your teammates were shit.”
Even as she continued to cry, she went to their defense. “Don’t talk about them like that. They did their best.”
If the situation wasn’t pulling her self-esteem down this much, you’d laugh in her face. “You call that best?” you asked.
Her incompetent teammates made you infuriated. They caused your girlfriend’s wane of confidence and more tears right after. It only made your anger grow from a flame to a fucking house fire.
“I… I just need a break,” she murmured. “But I never get it. It’s all just stupid fucking games, stupid fucking quiz bees. I’m just some toy to be passed around whenever there’s a competition that needs winning.” She chuckled sarcastically. “Nothing more.”
“Eunbi—”
“I’m gonna take a shower,” she said firmly, putting a full stop to the conversation. She was done here. She didn’t want to go back.
Eunbi took to the school showers after that like she said, and dressed back into her little school uniform for the resumption of classes later. What you didn’t know is, after everything that happened, she still intended to get dirty.
The program is still going on. Lee Chaeyeon and the rest of the dance club are performing a dance number as an intermission. As the trendy pop beat resounded through the school grounds, Eunbi dragged you back to an empty classroom and sat you down.
“Eunbi!”
Her knees land on the tiled, classroom floor. “Mmm, just... oppa, let me do this.” Eunbi frustratedly pulls down your jeans. She wipes the back of her hand on her lips. “I saw oppa staring at my chest earlier. He was more focused on them than the game.”
She’s wrong for that. Well, partly wrong but—
“Eunbi, aren’t there—” Tap her gently on the cheek when she keeps pulling your pants down. “Eunbi, oppa’s talking.”
Eunbi looks up. “Yes, oppa?” she asks.
“Aren’t there other ways to de-stress? I—I can buy you some ice cream. Baskin Robbins, just how you like it. We can even cuddle later if you want to. It doesn’t have to always be like this.”
She’s licking your cock sloppily now, as if she needed to do it or she’d have to repeat a whole game again. Your cock is her source of serotonin and dopamine—even chemistry can’t teach her that. (Sorry, professor Myoui, you’d say; but it’s the truth.)
Eunbi, with her pouty lips and ponytail coincidentally perfect for what’s about to happen, shakes her head. “No,” she says firmly. “I want oppa’s cock right now. I don’t want anything else.”
She sucks on your cockhead severely, treating it like her own candy. The pleasure hits, even though it only affects the tip of your length. You moan softly. She moans, too, and it goes on even without touching herself. She loves being a good girl for your cock. That alone gets her off.
If the school knew of the little tutoring incident that sparked your relationship, they’d be scandalized. That part is something you know secretly makes her wetter than you can imagine. The cliché, teen love story-ness of it all—you, a guy who wouldn't give two fucks about school even if you were paid to do it, and her, someone who’d die rather than put off a day of studying but would get on her plaid skirt coated knees for you—is something she’d like to roll her eyes at, but it's kind of destiny, isn’t it? Just like the stories.
What if they know? The teachers could suspend you. Better yet, expel you and put it on your permanent record.
Oh, but they don’t need to know about how fucking pretty Eunbi can look like when she’s being good for you. You can submit the squirms of her thick yet toned thighs, the passiveness evident in her eyes, and the eagerness her voluptuous body holds to pleasure you and herself as evidence. Nothing more is needed to prove it.
They don’t need to know.
Eunbi pauses her effortless bobs of her head to moan. “I love your cock, oppa,” she confesses, though it isn't really a confession when one thinks about how evident it is. Her tender licks already hold adoration in them.
Chuckle. You can get used to this. “More than me?” you ask.
“Nooo... oppa, I love you, too. You know that. But, hmm,” she licks your cock worshipfully, “this is number two. Mwah.”
“Good girl. You can touch yourself, you know.”
Eunbi gives you a clever grin. “I don’t have to. I have you.”
Touché.
She resumes sucking you off, letting out soft “Mmph”s of pleasure and satisfaction as she goes. Over time, she’s gotten better at giving you head. Her sloppiness begins to feel fulfilling, and she learns to make good use of her sweet, full lips as she wraps them on the sides of your cock and around it. Occasionally, she pushes up her glasses so that they don't slide off her nose while she goes about her pleasurable blowjob, which adds a more wholesome and cuter side to the daring fiasco the two of you are engaging in.
“Mmm, love this cock.” Eunbi gives loving kisses to your length. Her tongue erotically stimulates it with languid licks and sets fire to your emotions. “I can’t live without it. Hmph. All I'm ever good for.”
“Eunbi,” you say, concerned, “don't—”
“Please, oppa,” she says. Her eyes make contact with your own, and she pouts prettily. “Let me do this. I need you.”
Your cock rubs the inside of her cheek. It makes a visible imprint, making her look like she’s munching on ice. She ensures to devote soft laps of her tongue on the sides of your length. When she takes it all in, you gasp. You’re too wrapped up at her tongue also licking your heavy balls to be distracted by her whimpering. The deeper your cock goes inside her pretty mouth, the tighter her throat becomes. Her hands squeeze your thighs powerfully.
“Fuck.”
“There’s more where that came from,” she says cheekily.
“Oh yeah?”
She nods.
“Show me, then.”
Her lips part, as if going for an open-mouthed kiss, but it simply takes a couple inches of your length, caressing them with the softness of her balmed tiers and wetness of her mouth. She withdraws, then repeats, but now with more of your cock in her mouth. She looks up at you expectantly for approving reactions, but you give them, and would have given them without her expecting you to.
“Yes, fuck, yes, Eunbi.” Her hair tangles in your hand. She whines a little when your tip reaches further places down her throat. The jeers and yells of school spirit outside you’d love to join in, but you'd choose Eunbi's cute moans any day of the week, weekdays through weekends. “Take my cock. That’s a good girl. My good girl.”
Although she finds it difficult to deepthroat you, you can see her shiver at being called that. She likes it, oh, yes she does: being told she’s under your ownership, and being treated as such. With your cock fucking her tight throat and your hand pulling on her hair like you hate her rather than love her, it's all true. True and clear.
“Love you, oppa,” she says in between suckles of worship on your dick. Her eyes are watery, but now from the pleasure of having her mouth used. Oh well, it’s better than negative.
“Love you, too, sweet girl.” That’s another thing you like to call her: good girl, good sweet little thing, which sounds so corny but fits so well with her. And she likes it—and you can’t deny a good girl of being exactly that. Besides, she looks so sweet with her lips parted to fit your cock like that, and her eyes full of tears. She’d—
The door creaks open. Oh, curse interruption. Goddamned interruption.
Wait—
You look up. Oh, fuck—
“Professor!” you and Eunbi yell out in surprise.
A stuttering Eunbi withdraws her mouth from your cock, looking at her teacher with bewildered, brown eyes. You aren’t sure what exactly she’s thinking, but you can place fear in that face of hers. You’re pretty sure you look red as hell, too.
Kim Taeyeon is standing at the door. She’s watching the two of you closely. How long has she been watching? Or... or perhaps she just caught the two of you in the act? Her face holds an expression of nonchalance, like she’s been expecting this to happen.
All the earlier thoughts come back. You were so turned on by the thought of getting caught, but now that it’s happened, you realize you just put Eunbi’s future at stake. You might not care about your own, but you care about Eunbi. She has a whole, long and successful life in front of her, and you might have just ruined it.
“P-professor,” Eunbi stutters. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes grow wider as Taeyeon approaches her. With each step Taeyeon takes, she grows more scared. “It’s, it’s not what it looks like! I was just—”
“Shhh.”
Taeyeon pushes the side of her finger to Eunbi’s lips. There’s little distance between them. Eunbi’s knees would have knocked severely into Taeyeon's if not for the shushing index.
Eunbi’s flustered by their closeness. Her voice, normally so confident when stating answers in class, is broken in pathetic stutters. “P-professor,” she tries to say, weakly, her hands waving about, “it’s really not what it looks like. I was just—we were j-just…”
“Resting!” you pipe up, getting to your feet. It’s stupid, but it’s the only thing you can think of as an excuse.
Eunbi nods. “Yes! Resting! I was lying on his lap!” she adds helpfully.
Taeyeon stares at you two coldly for a few, long seconds, then chuckles softly. “Resting?” she repeats, and tilts her head to the side.
“Y-yes. And, and I was drooling, and it was—”
“Miss Kwon.”
“—really hot so I kind of, kind of fell to the—”
“Miss Kwon.” Taeyeon's eyes flare dangerously. “I told you to keep that mouth shut, didn’t I? Or do you just not listen to your teachers anymore?”
Eunbi’s eyes water. That’s the biggest insult anyone could ever tell her. School life means everything. If she couldn’t listen to her teachers, what good can she be?
You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder and step forward. “It was my fault, professor,” you say. How to get balls big enough to admit to that? Just ask Kwon Eunbi for a fucking blowjob, that's how. “I wanted a quick, uh, blow,” you wince, “so I asked her to do it for me. It wasn't her fault.”
“I knew what the two of you were doing, sweetheart. I wasn’t born yesterday. My only problem is that Eunbi doesn’t know what she’s doing, nor is she doing it properly.”
“Professor—” Eunbi tries to defend herself.
“Sit down, boy,” says Taeyeon to you. You do, hesitantly. You have no idea what’s about to happen. She gestures to Eunbi. “Miss Kwon, come here.”
Eunbi follows blindly, getting on her knees again. She’s still looking at her teacher with disoriented eyes.
“Look here, sweetheart,” Taeyeon says. She grabs Eunbi’s chin to direct her gaze to your cock. Then, she wraps her hand around your member and jerks upward. ‘Have you blown your boyfriend much?”
“S-sometimes,” says Eunbi, looking up at you unsurely. But you’re too busy gasping at your teacher's strong, firm hand to return her gaze.
“Don’t you know that the first thing you have to do is to give him a few pumps? It’s not necessary, but it’s good to get him going. Just like this.” Taeyeon slowly jerks your cock up and down, keeping a grip that’s tight but not too much that it’s uncomfortable. Her thumb rests on your cockhead to rub its sensitive surface, making you tense up.
Eunbi watches with hesitant yet curious eyes.
“Don’t go too fast now,” advises Taeyeon. “The whole point is your mouth. That’s where you want to hold nothing back. Do you understand me?”
Even as she teaches Eunbi how to pleasure you, something that's a little dangerous even for a sex ed subject, her voice remains the same as her teaching one: calm, no-nonsense, and nurturing. You’re a little turned on by it, you’re not gonna lie. Additionally, there’s Eunbi sitting there with her hands on her lap, looking like an obedient puppy as she listens to Taeyeon, ever the valedictorian.
“Yes, professor,” says Eunbi. She looks at you closely. “Oppa, are you okay?”
“Never been better,” you rasp out.
Taeyeon sifts through Eunbi's hair with her gentle fingers. “See?” she assures her. “He’s alright. He’ll feel even better when you learn how to put that pretty mouth to good use.”
Scarlet creeps onto Eunbi’s ears and face. Her thighs squirm again. “But it’s wrong,” she whispers. Uncertainty is written all over her face. “We could get in trouble for this, professor. I’m, oh, I’m so wet, b-but my grades—”
Taeyeon has had enough of her talking. She leans forward and shuts her up with a firm kiss.
Your mouth falls open.
Eunbi's pupils grow large like a cat’s in the dark. Her hands are suspended mid-air, seemingly unaware of what they should do. Meanwhile, Taeyeon has already grabbed Eunbi's tiny waist, insistent on keeping her close to her.
But then, like ice, Eunbi melts. She melts into the sin, she melts into Taeyeon. Her lips find themselves locked tighter with the older woman’s. She becomes the one who pushes forward, looking for more of that sweet taste.
Should you feel hurt? Scandalized, perhaps? Angry? You attempt to find the morally correct emotion to have in this situation, and you come to realize that you feel none of them. Instead, as you watch your teacher dominate your girlfriend in a French kiss, you’re painfully turned on.
Taeyeon lets her go after a few seconds. She cups a hand around Eunbi's full breast. Gently, she parts the buttoned lapels of the uniform and helps the girl undo her bra. Eunbi's expression remains one of disbelief and arousal. It switches to pure horniness when Taeyeon starts to suck and bite at her big, beautiful breasts. She begins to squirm, but Taeyeon holds her in place.
“Professor…” Eunbi whimpers. “Please, they’re so sensitive.”
“Shhh, let mommy do the work.” The professor squeezes the two round breasts at the same time, licking one’s nipple lovingly. “You like your teacher sucking your tits like these, Eunbi-ya?”
“Hnnn, yes,” squeaks out Eunbi, closing her eyes. “Professor, I—”
“It’s mommy,” corrects Taeyeon, kissing her student on the lips. “I thought you’d pick up on that, darling. You’re my top student, right?”
“I’m sorry, mommy. P-please suck my tits again. I’ll be a good girl.”
Never did you think that hearing your girlfriend call an older woman mommy would make you so hard. “Fuck,” you curse. You rise from the chair to join them. You’ve never heard of morality; its meaning evaporated the moment their lips joined.
“No, boy, stay there,” Taeyeon orders. “I’m going to show your girlfriend how to really ride dick.”
All of a sudden, not one article of clothing lies on Taeyeon’s body. The sweatshirt and jeans no longer hide her beautiful figure. Now, you can behold the glory of her body completely. Her form is toned and small. Her pilates, which she talks about when asked during classes, really helped carve her perfect belly. Her pink nipples, hard from the air-conditioner wind, sit on top of her handful-sized breasts, begging to be touched.
Eunbi looks like she’s just seen a goddess. Her worshipful gaze runs up and down the professor’s buttocks and breasts. Most importantly, there’s Taeyeon’s small, shaved pussy to marvel at. “Mommy,” your girlfriend says, “mommy, you’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you, baby,” says Taeyeon, bearing a confident smile. “Watch and learn, okay? And you,” she looks over at you, and leans down so only you can hear as she whispers: “Try not to cum so fast.”
You’d defend yourself if she didn’t slam her beautiful ass so quickly on your lap. That’s when your cock slips inside her, causing the both of you to moan and, additionally, for you to figure out exactly why she told you that. Your teacher is so fucking tight. Your cock immediately is covered by her juices, from base to tip.
“Oh, fuck!” Taeyeon cries out. Both her eyes and mouth become round at the pleasure she takes in. She looks at Eunbi in disbelief. “You really take this dick everyday?”
Eunbi doesn’t know how to respond. All that comes out of her mouth are moans. You suppose she’s a bit lost about what to feel right now as well. Perhaps she’s rejecting what she feels, which is turned on. But that can’t be it: her fingers are already under her skirt, trying to replicate the pleasure Taeyeon must feel about your dick.
“D-does it feel good, mommy?” she can’t help but ask. A small part of her young heart is mortified at the scene of her boyfriend fucking another woman, but another part is curious. She’s never seen her teacher in this state, and probably never will again. Eunbi’s mind is voracious on any hints of pleasure Taeyeon feels.
“Y-yes, oh my god,” says Taeyeon. She tries to maintain a neutral expression, but fails. “See what I’m doing? Circle, fuck, your hips a bit, just like this, s-so it feels good for you, too.”
Taeyeon lifts her hips a little, letting the rest of your length breathe for a little while. “Then take a few of it inside to get ready. You just have to get used to the size. After you’re used to it, you can start riding him.”
You’re left breathless in the wooden school chair as your sex ed teacher does exactly that. After riding only the first couple inches of your dick, she starts violently slamming herself up and down. You have to hold on to her muscular thighs to subconsciously direct her to slow down. And she does, but still not at a pace you can take. Her breasts keep bouncing in front of your face, as if they were asking you to devour them or choose death. And, with Taeyeon’s slick, tight cunt around you, you really don’t want to die yet.
Capture her breast in your mouth. Her sharp fingernails press down on your scalp. Her pitched moans beat on your eardrums. You can barely even hear Eunbi’s soft cries of pleasure anymore, nor can you place the sound of skin slapping and touching. Even the outside sounds of students cheering and referees narrating sound inaudible when Taeyeon’s obscene moans fill too much of the atmosphere.
“Good boy, bounce me on that big fucking cock,” growls Taeyeon. Her pussy grows impossibly tight, and you’re forced to perform your own upward thrusts to continue penetrating your painfully hot teacher. “Give our girl a show, you know you want to.”
You’re not a submissive guy, but you can live with Taeyeon praising you and calling you a good boy. You can live with her sweet, delectable vagina fucking itself on your cock. Fine, you admit you can live with Taeyeon basically confirming her ownership over your girlfriend Eunbi. But more than anything, you want to please her, to please your mommy. So it’s inevitable that you fuck her faster and rougher, summoning all the might you have in your body to make her scream.
Eunbi’s definitely been given a show, one that’s good enough for her to get off to. “Fuck, oppa,” whines Eunbi, ecstatic. The gleam in her eyes exhibits slight jealousy and more bliss. “It looks like it feels so good. I…” Her eyes shut, and her lips purse. “I’m so close.” Her fingers pump faster. Her hole struggles to catch up with the almost brutal pace of her digits.
“I’m close, too, fuck!” Taeyeon says. It’s almost like she’s angry when she throws her hips up and down, back and forth. She has more strength than your phys-ed teacher, that’s for sure. It’s like the gyrating of her body holds no self-control, and her mind is just on you and your cock, and nothing else. “Yes, yes, make me cum! Make mommy a slut for your cock!”
And you’d say you succeeded—Taeyeon’s voice reaches volumes a human being should be incapable of making. Her legs curl around your waist and behind the school chair to keep you as deep as possible as she cums on you. By then, you’ve sucked her breasts to redness and soreness. By then, Eunbi had reached her climax. You’ve managed to stave off your own. Some other time, you’d look back and wonder how you did it.
“Good boy,” Taeyeon gasps. She lifts your face up and kisses you on the mouth. “Such a good boy.”
“I want a turn, too, mommy,” says Eunbi. She’s pouting; there’s a whine tied around her tone. “Please? Please?”
Your professor removes herself from your lap. Her body has lost some of its former strength, but her actions still possess womanly confidence. She takes a slow walk over to Eunbi, kneels to her level, and lifts her chin upwards.
“Only if you promise to show what mommy taught you and clean off your oppa’s cock.”
“I will.” Eunbi nods furiously and repeatedly. She’s more than happy to do that just to have a turn of your cock. “I will, please, please let me!”
She crawls over between your legs. She forgoes the jerking part of Taeyeon’s hands-on lesson and goes for your cock with her lips immediately. Eunbi’s pink tongue glides on the coat of slick Taeyeon left on your length, delicately cleaning it up. The juices are replaced with her saliva. Carefully, inch by inch, she bobs her head on your dick, collecting the delicious taste of her teacher and the musky scent of your cock.
Her throat still isn’t used to your size. So, when she tries to take you in like she did earlier, she gags. You’re careful not to thrust in her mouth too much. You don’t want to hurt her, or block her from creating those adorable sounds of determination and arousal.
“Good girl,” coos Taeyeon, softly encouraging the girl to go on. “Just breathe through your nose, sweetheart. Take deep breaths. That’s my girl.”
When Eunbi comes back up for air, she’s breathless. Her shoulders ascend and fall with difficult pants. “Did I do good?” she asks expectantly.
“You did better than earlier,” Taeyeon says. “Did he taste good?”
“Yes, he did. But you were delicious, too, mommy.”
“You’ve always been a sweet girl, Eunbi,” Taeyeon remarks. She plants a kiss on Eunbi’s neck. “Just for that, you can have your oppa’s dick and taste mommy at the same time.”
Eunbi draws in a little excited breath. She practically drags you to the teacher’s desk that Taeyeon directs the two of you at, and lies down almost immediately when asked. Taeyeon pulls down your girlfriend’s schoolgirl skirt and volleyball shorts, which boasts a prominent cameltoe. But you and Taeyeon are able to see the real thing after just a few tugs of her clothes downwards.
There’s a genuine smile on Taeyeon’s face. “What a pretty little pussy.” She turns to you. “Tell me, is she tight?”
“See for yourself, professor,” you say without realizing it.
Even Eunbi is surprised. She lifts her back off the table. “Oppa— ah!”
Taeyeon’s finger finds shelter in Eunbi’s grippy pussy. Eunbi struggles and moans. You can see her little hole clasp onto the singular finger that intrudes its space, and how her enclosed walls part.
“Oh, ,” says Taeyeon with an evil grin on her goddess-like face. “She is.”
She moves her finger in and out, watching Eunbi’s blissful reactions to it.
“How can she take your cock if she’s this tight?”
“I’ll—ah!” Eunbi winces. Her legs close together, but that doesn’t stop the greedy Taeyeon. “I’ll do my best, mommy, I promise! I just want oppa’s cock!”
“Very well. Open your mouth and legs, Miss Kwon. Take those glasses off, too, and get ready. We’re not going to be gentle with you.”
Eunbi does as told. The honor student in her is still there behind the sex toy she’s become for you and Taeyeon. Her immediate obedience says it all. While Taeyeon throws one leg over the side of the table and her face, you part her legs. Eunbi’s legs never failed to amaze you. Her thighs, though muscular from running around the covered court all day, are full and jiggly enough to hold and use. Maybe one day you’ll give in and fuck her thighs. Cream them with semen milkier than her skin itself.
But her pussy will do just fine today, you think, if not better.
You and Taeyeon go to town in your respective parts at the same time. You fill Eunbi up with one, hard thrust, causing her to moan into Taeyeon’s pussy. Taeyeon sighs happily, too; Eunbi’s warm, wet tongue feels insanely good inside her pussy. Although inexpert and untried, just the steady thrusts of her tongue inside her can do.
“G-good girl, Eunbi,” she sighs. “Good girl.”
Eunbi’s whine of happiness turns into a groan after you form a steady rhythm. The teacher’s desk creaks back and forth along with your hips. You and Taeyeon squeeze and play with Eunbi’s huge tits, sometimes slapping them to draw a muffled, helpless reaction from her. But one look into each other’s eyes confirms this: you need to have each other, too.
Blinded by pleasure to be afraid, you lean forward and kiss Taeyeon. She’s hardly surprised, as if she expected that to happen. She earnestly kisses back. She’s sighing against your mouth. She tastes sweet; you understand now why Eunbi kissed her back like a greedy animal earlier. Your tongue navigates every sweet spot in her mouth, curling ‘round Taeyeon’s own tongue, as she fucks Eunbi’s mouth and you fuck her cunt.
Taeyeon bites your lower lip, licks it, then smirks. “Good boy,” she whispers sultrily. She kisses you again, ignoring the look of utter passiveness in your face caused by her tone and words. Gripping onto Eunbi’s bouncing boob in one hand and the other grasping the back of your head, she pulls you in for a deeper kiss. It’s something you’re glad to reciprocate; you don’t want to hear how pathetic you sound moaning because of Eunbi’s little pussy.
Eunbi has never eaten pussy before, but she knows what feels good. She tests it out by keeping a firm, hard pressure on Taeyeon’s clit. It elicits a positive response: a slightly louder moan from the other woman, and the rougher gyrate of her hips. She can’t see anything besides Taeyeon’s back and round ass. Her legs are numb from the consistent pounding, and she truly can’t feel anything besides breathlessness and pleasure. Her mind goes back to what Taeyeon taught, and finds that what makes her hornier is that Taeyeon is forgoing all that she taught—going against her own teachings, being a hypocrite—and fucking her mouth like she’s just a toy. It makes her so incredibly turned on.
“Fuck! Keep fucking me like that, Eunbi! Fuck yes, fill her up, fill our good girl up like that!”
Your thrusts get rougher, and Taeyeon feels Eunbi’s mouth give their all in eating her. The short, blunt flicks to her clitoris become full-on sucklings alternated with tongue-fucking. Unable to handle it, she lets out a guttural cry, slapping one of Eunbi’s breasts roughly, then wrapping her hands around her pretty neck.
“Come on, toy.” She slams her ass down on Eunbi’s face angrily. Her hands squeeze tighter around the girl’s throat. “Do what you’re good at. Eat my fucking cunt, make me cum.”
Eunbi begins to cry. Her squeal vibrates on Taeyeon’s pussy as her tongue plays with and fucks Taeyeon’s pussy. It’s so messed up, but Eunbi being used impulsively makes you fuck her harder. Her pussy traps your coming-and-leaving shaft as a steady spray of clear squirt goes your way. Eunbi’s screaming, trying to vent her pleasure by eating Taeyeon out more, which causes another orgasm from the teacher. The two pairs of bouncing mounds tempt you, and you have to pull out to blow a heavy load on Eunbi’s breasts.
All three of you are moaning and sighing together, creating an unholy choir of sin that the school choir would find repugnant. Eunbi shivers as Taeyeon lifts herself off her used mouth. Your legs feel like sticks against a heavy wind. You have to grab on the desk for support.
“Did she just squirt?”
Look down at your wet polo shirt and shrug, finding humor at the obvious question and its obvious answer. “I guess so,” you reply.
Taeyeon’s eyes glint with menace. “Make her do it again,” she says.
“What?” you ask, just to make sure you’re hearing her correctly. Now all the humor is gone. She can’t be serious. You don’t know how you’ll make it work. You’re barely coming down from your high, and Eunbi is at the brink of passing out. You can’t give her another orgasm; the two of you are way too spent.
Taeyeon, however, can go for days.
“I said,” Taeyeon grabs Eunbi by the hair and pulls her up, “make her squirt again.”
Eunbi’s tired frame relies on Taeyeon’s to maintain her position of sitting, but she doesn’t need a hand in her hair again to shake her head. She whines in protest when Taeyeon’s fingers play with her pussy again.
“Mommy, no! I’m too sensitive! You can’t!”
“Fuck her pretty cunt, toy,” Taeyeon whispers in your ear. Her finger, which slides back and forth on Eunbi’s clit, grows stronger and faster. “Teach her to take a good cock. Don’t mind her whimpering. She wants it.”
You’re automatically inclined to follow your teacher’s instructions. So, when you slide into Eunbi’s snug pussy again, she screams in pleasure. She grabs for anything—your hand, a chair—but Taeyeon pins her hands behind her back. They’re messily making out again. Eunbi lets out her moans in the form of greedy, wanton liplocks. Meanwhile, you cry out feral groans watching the two beautiful women kissing.
Eunbi’s wrists have fought themselves out from Taeyeon’s hand and have led themselves towards the valleys of her teacher’s tits. You're pretty sure she’s done so to finger her, which is proven when Taeyeon gasps and pins her down even more roughly to the table. They touch each other just the way they like it: roughly and unforgivingly.
Whenever Taeyeon twists Eunbi's nipples, your girlfriend’s cunt clamps protectively around your cock. It’s delicious—it’s difficult to drag it out when all the pleasure from your hands and Taeyeon’s makes her so tight and wet. Taeyeon’s harsh flicks send wet sloppy fluid leaking on the desk. Eunbi’s inexperienced yet somehow skilled fingers drive Taeyeon to hiss and bite down on Eunbi's full lower lip.
“Oppa, mommy’s too good,” Eunbi mumbles weakly. Her legs shake. “And mommy, oppa’s cock is so big. It fills me so well.”
“I know, baby. You’re taking him like a good girl.”
Giving Eunbi one last kiss, Taeyeon scoots over to you. She’s unimpressed; her arms cross, one over the other, below her killer breasts. “How are you going to make her squirt if you can’t fuck her fast?” she asks.
“I’m sorry, professor.”
“And from the boyfriend of a top student, too. You’d think she at least taught you something. Pull out. Now. Somebody needs to teach your girl a lesson.”
You’re actually glad to be able to stop. Eunbi moans at your hard cock leaving her hole, but she screams again—this time because of Taeyeon spanking her cunt.
“Mommy! Mommy, no—mommy!”
“Dumb little girl,” snarls Taeyeon. Her hand makes several rough landings on Eunbi's cunt over and over with little time to recover. You're horrified. “Aren’t you a valedictorian, Kwon Eunbi? You should know better and teach this no-good delinquent to fuck you properly. Do you even remember your classes?”
“Mommy!” Eunbi sobs. Her hips flinch and retract from Taeyeon's hand. “Hurts!”
The girl yelps and whines, but you can see her biting her lip as she watches the teacher punish her. It took your teacher risking her job and literally slapping your girlfriend's vagina for you to realize this: your girlfriend is a freak.
“You like how it makes you cry, don’t you?” asks Taeyeon. She slaps the wet folds until the skin around it is red. “Fucking pain slut.”
“Hurts, hurts, hurts! G-gonna cum again, mommy, please stop, you’re going to make me cum, haaah!”
Eunbi squirms and wails, jutting her legs out while she cums again. In the end, Taeyeon gets what she wanted: a spray of fluids from Eunbi’s pussy. She rubs her nub to prompt more of her squirting. The younger girl’s lower body jerks and moves away, but Taeyeon’s hand always finds her clit again.
“It took spanking to get you to squirt?” the teacher asks, slightly amused.
Eunbi can do nothing but sob and nod. What else is she supposed to do? She looks more tired now than she was post-game. Her naked, beautiful body’s wet and used beyond limit. “Mommy… I’m tired,” she says. “Please.”
“Take your time, angel.” Taeyeon slides Eunbi’s glasses back on her face. Behind the lens, her eyelids barely make it past her brown irises. “You were such a good girl for mommy today.”
Eunbi nods appreciatively. She nuzzles into Taeyeon’s hand. Her whole body feels like it’s going to break anytime soon.
Taeyeon turns to you with a dangerous look in her eyes. That’s how you know she’s not done, at least with you. She still hasn’t had her load, and she’s not leaving without it.
“Now let’s see,” she says, slowly, walking over to you with her shapely hips swaying, “if your little boyfriend can be a good boy.”
You gulp. You’re in for a long ride.
-
“You sure you can handle me, professor?” you ask. You’re being a hotshot again, you know that, but it’s the only way you know how to deal with nervousness.
You’re gliding her hand across her thighs, taking pleasure in this stalling that benefits you in more ways than one. In doing this, you get to touch Taeyeon’s slim, sensitive thighs, and toy with her prepared pussy.
Taeyeon’s shivering breath is the only indication of her pleasure. Her face remains stoic, almost offending, as she sits on the desk. Her clothes are anywhere but on her body. It’s not like you mind.
“I’d ask you that same question,” she says. She knows how to keep her guard up enough to make you red with humiliation. “But it seems like I know the answer already.”
Pinch her pink nipples. You’re copying Taeyeon’s way of letting her feelings manifest in her little actions and ways, hence the harsh squeeze of your fingers on the nubs. Eunbi watches on with anticipation, searching for the right scene to repeat in her mind to reach her climax. She’s whimpering quietly.
Taeyeon’s slandering you, you know it. It just so happens she does so incredibly sexily. Finding her deserving of a good fucking, line up your cock with her entrance and rub yourself on her lips. Your tip rubs her clit repeatedly.
“Which is?” you ask innocently.
Taeyeon’s breaths are short. “You’re too scared to fuck me,” she says, with no less confidence. In a way, she’s correct, but not for long. “Mmm, you’re scared of what would happen if you get to it and breed me. Your life would be over, you know that, and you’d ruin your girlfriend’s potential to excel.”
Sarcastically: “Am I?”
“Ohh, oh, yes, you are.” It’s a nice save from her. “And that’s not all there is to it, isn’t it? You’re scared of me. What’s promising I won’t tell anyone of what we did? That’s right: nothing, and that’s what scares you. It scares your delinquent ass more than you’d like.”
The table creaks backwards. Taeyeon moans.
You steadily thrust in her, reminding yourself not to be gentle as you would to Eunbi in lighter situations. No, your slut of a teacher deserves to be pounded. If she had to resort to her students to get a good fuck, she might as well get it.
“Am I still scared, professor?” you ask.
Taeyeon’s pussy is as good as the first time you entered her. But now it’s obvious she’s so much more turned on; her pussy grips your cock in any way but gently. Her tits start to bounce again.
“M-maybe,” she weakly gasps out. “With how small your dick is, I’d see why you are.”
Although her lie is clear, it sends a blow to your ego. You force her folds to welcome and swallow more frequent thrusts. Taeyeon is whining; or is that Eunbi you’re hearing?
Take a look at Eunbi and see that her legs, just like her teacher’s, are wide open. She’s rubbing herself while squeezing one boob in her hand. Her moans mix in with Taeyeon’s as she watches the two of you go at it. Needless to day, she’s enjoying the view.
Minutes later, you’ve got Taeyeon sprawled out even more on the table (if that were possible), with a tired Eunbi still kneeling at her side, as you fuck your teacher’s cunt to the point of oblivion. Your cock still drips with semen and precum from the previous sessions, but your desire to keep fucking Taeyeon’s tight, perfect pussy keeps you going. It’s the defiance, the sheer fucking will to go on that prevents you from passing out.
“I think it’s your thing, professor," you whisper in her ear, shedding the honorifics for just this time. “Fucking a pretty little high school student because you know she's curious, and being railed to shit by some delinquent. This cock—”
—Taeyeon gasps when you sharply thrust inside her—
“—and this pretty face—”
—Grasp Eunbi’s face in between careless, rough fingers; she whines pitifully—
“That’s what gets you off, right?” you ask. “Because you know it’s messed up: how good it feels being ruined by some boy who should be a nightmare but is instead the guy who can give you a good dicking-down. It just isn’t right, is it, Kim Taeyeon?”
“Oh, oh my god,” Taeyeon rasps. Her eyes are wide. You've just stripped her feelings out for her, one by one, while you rail away at her mercilessly. Her face is red; she's humiliated, nonetheless, but she's turned on. So fucking turned on.
“So cum for me, mommy.” Speed up your thrusts, grab her bouncing tits before dragging your hand up to her throat. There, you squeeze. “Cum like you want me.”
And cum she does. Taeyeon lets out a feral scream, squirming and struggling on the table. Eunbi, who was touching herself to you and Taeyeon fucking, crawls over and seals her lips around Taeyeon's clit, catching the squirt she expels. Taeyeon propels herself forward, causing your cock to bury itself deeper inside her and Eunbi's mouth to take more and more of her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes, good boy! Fuck me, fuck me like I’m a whore!” Taeyeon cries. Her beautiful face is stretched and scrunched into an expression of pleasure. Her hips never stop going crazy at the doubled pleasure. “Keep sucking my clit like that, Eunbi-ya; yes, that’s a good girl, yes yes yes please—!”
Eunbi squeezes Taeyeon’s breasts and thighs while you release inside her. It goes against what she taught in multiple classes: safe sex, use of condoms, all that, but you want to continue feeling the beautiful wet walls close in on your cock, like it doesn’t want you to leave her hole.
And if you could, you won’t. But the human body has limits, and it can’t take non-stop sex unless your stamina’s like one of the school athletes. So, you can do nothing but welcome the darkness that covers your line of vision.
In the absence of light, darkness prevails.
-
The classroom is a mess. White fluid that’s definitely not Elmer’s glue coats the wooden teacher’s desk. You think you’ve broken one of the table’s legs. The floor needs to be mopped with how much of Eunbi’s squirt has sprayed on its tiles.
But you don’t worry about that. Not now, when Taeyeon lovingly takes care of your tired post-sex bodies. She’s dressed now, and although her messy hair and pants indicate a recent frisky session, you don’t suppose anyone would think that.
Through it all, you’re still students Taeyeon cares for.
“My good girl, and my good boy,” she says softly. She might be harsh, but her love is real. She buttons Eunbi’s uniform, kisses her, then kisses your forehead. She’s still trying to find her lost breath, but she’s smiling. She’s smiling despite the messed up morality of the situation as a whole, despite your body looking ragged after multiple climaxes and Eunbi’s body and breasts being marked with her own slaps. If she were asked, she’d do it all again.
“You’ll still be around to please mommy later, won’t you?”
Just like that, she’s put a mark on the two of you. You’re hers and no one else’s from this day forward, and you can’t decide what to feel about it. You had no idea how to react during this whole sex frenzy, but you think that vulnerable, helpless feeling is exactly what makes you smile. The feeling of having someone dominate you, claim you, own you, especially from someone who shouldn’t be.
God, you’re a mess. You’re fucked up. Taeyeon is fucked up. And, in her own little way, Eunbi herself is fucked up, too, but that’s exactly why you have each other.
-
Someday you’ll look back at all this. You’ll go over everything—meeting Eunbi, being her boyfriend, the whole fiasco with Taeyeon, all of it—and perhaps you'll laugh a little too. All of it is absurd, and is that of a plot straight out of a pornography video. To think it might happen to you, a guy who’s barely above average, would be the main cause of your reminiscent laughter.
They say high school days are wild. You find that to be true; you just bred your sex ed professor, called her mommy and made out with her while she rode your girlfriend’s face. To add to that, your first intimate encounter with Eunbi was raunchy, wild sex. And you sit in the classroom, with her leaning against your shoulder, attending another class as if nothing happened. Halfway through a biology quiz, Taeyeon enters. You don’t know if your eyes were just teasing you, but she winks at you as she leaves. It’s a wink that says don’t get too carried away, toy; we’re not done yet.
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Hello there, would love to see Sooyoung gym fic into a series. Also maybe you can add other idols to featuring in that series.
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I think adding people from diff groups will take longer but damnn Jisoo looks amazing here lmao
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