#milf!irene
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im bored so here are some milf!irene hcs. im all for sub!irene but milfdom!irene sounds amazing AND i didn't expect it to be this long but enjoy ig 😭
defo a single mom. a hot single mom.
has a daughter that lives with her grandparents from time to time bc man irene is one busy woman.
she's just a neighbour of yours that you don't see often bc of how busy she is but when you do, she will give you the prettiest smile and invite you over for a tea break.
you become a whole nervous wreck everytime you're at her house like anyone can tell that you have this huge massive crush on her???
she certainly notices this and goes, "calm down, sweetheart. i won't.. bite." (yet.)
then after days of hanging out and openly flirting with each other, you decide to be a jokester and say "thank you, mommy" when she hands you a cup of coffee.
you were expecting her to just laugh it off but she stared at you with the most sexiest smirk, "mommy, huh? should i make you call me that every night?"
thats it. a whole ass waterfall in your pants.
next, she. is. an. absolute. dom. a hard dom.
after fucking for some time, she knows what you like and what you don't.
she can go hard and rough on you — will pull your hair, will shove her fingers in your mouth, will whisper the nastiest shit in your ear
the way her hand would just wrap around your neck, not pressing hard but just the right amount of pressure that has you weak in the knees
oh did i say she will say the nastiest shit? yeah, she loves degrading and praising you at the same time. and everytime she does that, she can feel you clenching hard around her strap lol
"you're taking mommy's cock so well, princess. fuck, you're such a good little whore for mommy."
ALL of these while she's pounding her strap into you mmmmjsmmsjmmmhms
LOVES to mark you up, leave hickeys and bruises everywhere on your body. though some bruises are from you misbehaving teehe
omg she's ruthless when it comes to punishments. but of course, she wouldn't do something that would make you uncomfortable. AND you, a little shit, likes to rile her up and misbehave just to get her to punish the shit out of you
she will spank you again and again until your ass turns cherry red. will also keep edging you till you cry and beg for her to let you cum bc if she edges you again, you would certainly lose your mind.
AND after begging and begging, saying you will be a good girl for her and not misbehave, she finally lets you cum! she's not that heartless, promise
she adores the way you moan and scream for her. the strained "mommy" that you would scream out when you cum, please, she loves it so much.
but after the both of you are done and ready for the aftercare, she's the absolute cutest.
will keep asking whether you're okay or if you need some water to hydrate yourself after long hours of sex. she will clean you up, put on soothing lotion for you and basically pamper the shit out of you.
and while she does these things, you can't help but to leave playful kisses on her face and thank her again and again.
you both then end up cuddling with fresh clothes on and a thick blanket to cover the both of you. she will pull you in to lay your head on her chest and before drifting off to sleep, you both would talk about anything and everything until dreamland arrives. and.. that's about it.
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holy shit milfdom!irene is so hot and having her as your neighbor omgg! do you have any thoughts on milf!irene as a sub too?
AAA omgogm definitely! this is more of girlfriend irene but here's some:
a hardworking woman like her certainly needs some pampering at the end of the day and yep you'd gladly give it to her.
she's a 'no nonsense' person when it comes to her work — always uptight, cold and serious.
so as soon as she gets home and sees you after a looooong tiring day at work, she will automatically crumble in your arms and that's when you know your 'hot-ass-milf-used-to-be-neighbour now-your-girlfriend' needs a shit ton of pampering.
you can easily tell how needy she is when she pushes you down on the couch and climbs on your lap, hiding her face in your neck while she subtly grinds down against you, letting out small whimpers
yep, defo needs to be taken care of. you swiftly pick her up and carry her to your room before laying her down on the bed then getting on top of her.
ooo your breath hitches at the sight of her below you, looking all so needy as she thrusts her hips up to feel you while gripping tightly onto your shirt.
"i'll take care of you tonight, joohyun."
she nods and bites her lower lip but you can see the slight hesitation in her eyes because she's not used to getting taken care of like this.
AND please, she whines a lot. like A LOT. especially when you play with her tits wheehehw
her tits are one of ur favourite! she loves it when you suck and leave hickeys on them AND her nipples are so sensitiveeee like every lick, suck, nibble, rub, pinch, pull, it will make her a moaning, whining mess. im srs.
she also loves it when you dick her down with a strap but man she loves it even MORE when you go down on her and finger her pussy bbbrbrbebe
with all the pleasure, she will grab onto your hair and shove your face even further into her pussy when she feels her orgasm approaching. its hot!
you decide to edge her a little and here comes the whining again, so how about make her beg for it?
"please, please fuck me! fuck my pussy, make me cum! i can't- i need it so bad- just please.."
few more licks on her clit and curling of your fingers, she squirts. everywhere. YES A SQUIRTER and will keep whining until she comes down from her high, all breathless and fucked out
oh yeah she looks so fucking gorgeous after every orgasm like???? after you dicked her down on all fours, her face flushed red and her hair sticking onto her forehead with dried up drool on the side of her mouth (her ass red from all the spankings you gave her too) looking all beautiful after getting fucked??
the aftercare is cute though.. as you remove the harness of your strap, you can see her curl up on the side of the bed as her eyes are starting to droop a little, all tired and really sleepy.
you give her a soft kiss on the cheek to wake her up, asking her whether she's alright or she needs anything, maybe a warm bath? she nods sleepily and agreed for a warm bath but only if you joined her and of course you can't disagree when she asks you in the most softest way ever.
you set up a warm bath using her favourite scents before carrying her to the bathroom (she didn't expect you to do so btw) you playfully kiss her in the face, telling her it's alright because she's small anyways. she lets out the cutest giggle and punches you in the chest softly.
now that you're both fresh out of the bath in new clothes, you quickly pull her onto the bed to cuddle with you as the big spoon and her as the little spoon. pulling her body close to you, you kiss the back of her head before muttering a "goodnight, i'm proud of you for making it through today, baby."
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Acquainted (Red Velvet Yeri)
(Thank you for the commission! I hope it's to your liking.)
You’re just about ready to head off to sleep when you check the group chat. This is your nightly tradition. These strangers, now your closest friends despite the anonymity, are active and in good spirits, as usual. Outside of your weekday 9-to-5, these few moments are the most interesting parts of your day, and you just so happen to join during a particularly lively conversation:
> [22:48:01] yerimiese: (posts a link to a red velvet album article)
> [22:48:14] flutter mane: :sanapog:
> [22:48:23] silksong sulker: k-pop is saved
> [22:48:33] wonyoung cockjuicer: ew red velvet
> [22:48:37] wonyoung cockjuicer: wonyoung can peg me tbh
> [22:48:39] irene’s tokki: Bae J:floshedjiggle::floshedjiggle:hyun
> [22:49:06] milf hunter: :floshed:
> [22:49:11] milf hunter: gape sugalo
So of course, you chime in as well.
> [22:50:12] You: lets get it, new rv fancams
You’re in no mood to chat for longer than five minutes, but before you head offline, you receive a private message from your closest friend:
> yerimiese: so when are you in korea again?
> You: Next week, why?
> yerimiese: nice. why don’t we meet up, that would be dope as fuck
> You: You’re in Korea?
> yerimiese: yeaaaah? why wouldn’t i be?
> You: I thought you’d be doing other schedules abroad
> yerimiese: nah sm definitely won’t fly us out to film an mv. cheap ass bastards ㅋㅋㅋ
Yerimiese then sends you a video link. It’s a Yeri fancam, her weapon of choice. Your conversations began with small, intimate talks about your personal life, soon transpiring into open fapping, degrading, and casual lewdness with each other. Despite the usually depraved nature of your messages, you both continued sharing snippets of your day to day lives. That’s how close you’ve grown as friends.
> You: Well i’m very tired, today was a long day at work, had to work overtime. No time to lewd, sorry
> yerimiese: it's alright. you did well today
Yerimiese sends you a pic this time. It’s an event; the internet can’t load any quicker. You’re hungry, impatient, dying. Whether it’s intentional or not, the photos she sends whenever you’re tired or stressed out are hotter than her usual swimsuit or photoshoot reel. You’ve shared enough about your daily routine to her that a camera crew might as well be recording you.
It’s nothing out of the ordinary; a simple candid pic of herself lying in bed, her face perfectly cropped out of the background, showing nothing but her body on full display in front of the huge mirror, dressed in skimpy black panties and a white shirt that accentuates her shapely breasts. As usual, she’s not wearing a bra; you can clearly see her hard nipples demanding all of your attention.
> yerimiese: no need to send a dick pic tonight if you don’t feel like doing it
You can’t help it. Tired as you are, you feel obligated to send her one. Luckily, every pic she sends is more than enough to make you instantly hard. It feels more guilty not to be turned on, rather.
It’s a mostly quick and painless affair, powerful enough to put you out of commission within minutes. Even though you’re mentally checked out, Yerimiese’s sexy body is too hot not to crank one out. Taking a pic of your erect cock as you pump yourself to her is second nature; sending it on sticky fingers after you’ve spurted all over your phone and blankets is a different story. There’s no other way to put it, she was the perfect reprieve from the day’s exhaustions—a perfect high note to go out on.
> yerimiese: fuck you’re THROBBING THROBBING tonight :ningasm: your dick looks so damn nice. i can taste your cum through the screen
> You: Happy now?
> yerimiese: more than, and then some. I wish you were here right now so you could feel how wet I am
> You: Just wait. I can’t wait to fuck you hard. Goodnight
> yerimiese: goodnight
> yerimiese: :tukkwithkiss:
—————
The next time you’re able to communicate with her, you’re one day away from being in Korea. In that period, you’ve been inactive in the group chat because work. What welcomes you back is a barrage of lewd photos and Yeri fancams.
> yerimiese: see you tomorrow :chuupeek:
It’s an open secret that you know she’s Kim Yerim. Yes, that Kim Yerim of Red Velvet fame. It was a giveaway right from the first explicit photo she sent you; those tits in a tight, petite package couldn’t have belonged to anyone other than hers. That, and the fact that her username is the same as her Instagram handle, and that she has a photo of herself in the group as a display pic. How she would end up stumbling into your private K-pop server objectifying her body and her profession is one of life’s biggest mysteries, yet here she is, giving you a very personal look into her shapely figure, better than any fancam and photoshoot could ever provide. To others, she’s merely a casual acquaintance, but to you, she can freely open up herself.
Mainly because you’re one of three people in the group chat that still cares about Red Velvet.
Her latest sent photo is relatively tame; a tight fitting white silk sundress, and the skirt is virtually nonexistent, her panties practically out in the open. Luckily for you, she seems to be sitting down, but not in her usual living room. The notion that this is what welcomes you to Korea, that you’ll be balls deep inside an idol’s pussy right when you land—it ruins you.
Almost.
An airport guard manages to break your deep train of thought. “Sir! No phones please,” he sternly commands, saving you from total disaster; you’re inches away from walking straight through a metal detector with your phone in hand, the belt around your pants, and some spare coins lying deep in your pocket after you bought some traditionally expensive bottled water. Luckily, no one manages to see the photo—and even if they did, she’s still smart enough to cut out her face, leaving nothing else to your imagination.
If there’s one thing you’ve learned about immigration and airport security, it’s that there’s little need for repetition. You go through security four times. At the entrance, after the check-in counter, then within your departure gate, and even before boarding your flight—repetitive. It’s frustrating enough to tell Yerim, to which she responds with more lewd photos of herself.
> yerimiese: yeah ive been there before ㅋㅋㅋ
> yerimiese: how long’s ur flight?
> You: About 13 hours
> yerimiese: cali?
> You: Yes
> yerimiese: kinda random, but seulgi misses los angeles
> You: How come?
> yerimiese: something about an ex-boyfriend that i didn’t know about until the other day ㅋㅋㅋ i bet she’ll be jealous when she hears about you coming over just to clap my cheeks ㅋㅋㅋ she’d wish it was her bf instead of you
> You: does she know about this?
> yerimiese: of course not LOL i bet you’d rather fuck her instead of me, so she’ll never know. smh.
> You: That’s not true ur my RV bias since day one!
> yerimiese: stop lying LMAO i don’t blame you tho seulgi has some really toned legs and a nice slappable ass XD anyway, i’m gonna send you something to pass the time while ur onboard
> You: If it’s a masturbating clip i swear to god
> yerimiese: fuck you got me LOL
> You: Goddamit if anyone finds out on a plane of all places…
> yerimiese: i still can’t get over your clip of you jerking to me. i can taste your dick. you’re depriving me by leaving me out to dry for a week ㅋㅋㅋ
> You: You’ve been touching yourself to that clip for a week??
> yerimiese: can’t help myself, album prep has been tiring and i haven’t really found any opportunity to relax in the meantime
> You: I’ll be there soon, just wait a bit longer
> yerimiese: can’t trust me with that, i’m very close to making a huge mess of my hotel room ㅋㅋㅋ
> You: You’re in a hotel?
> yerimiese: just to meet you! I won’t be able to meet you at the airport (duh, idol dating shit), so this is the next best thing. just message me when you’ve landed here, okay?
> You: Sure
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It’s ingrained deep within Yerim’s mind. A core memory. If her phone could present count how many times she’s played the clip, it would be over a thousand.
It’s very straightforward. A 45 second clip of someone masturbating between the sheets, pressing their erect cock against their phone with a brightened image of a scantily clad woman on the screen. But it’s not just any woman, it’s her. She’s pleasuring herself to the idea of a man jerking off to her. She’s following his rhythm, timing the pace her fingers rub her clit to the tempo of the man’s cock pumping to her zoomed-in breasts.
And she’s mere minutes removed from a conversation with that exact same person.
Slumped against the hotel room walls, her bliss spirals out of control rapidly. Her legs are instinctively spread wide, juices already leaking through her panties and spilling to the floor; that’s how used they are to Yerim’s impulses to pleasure herself. In those brief moments, she imagines how the next few days play out, skipping past the formalities and pleasantries and going straight to the fucking. She moans and shouts as if that very man’s cock is penetrating her pussy hard at this very moment. Her other hand bashes the wall, tongue screaming streams of profanities, as if he’s manhandling her, using her to his personal delight.
“Fuck! Suck those fucking tits!” she screams, slipping one strap of her sundress down to pinch her own tit, enhancing the illusion. Her phone rings; in her mind it's functionally a vibrator. He’s come fully prepared, and she’s riding high knowing that this person is doing exactly what he said in their private messages from the very start.
Yerim drags her fingers along her clit violently, desperate to reach climax, the realization that this is her third orgasm of the day way beyond her. The evidence can be found everywhere: on the soiled bed sheets and in the smell of the shower; she envisions herself getting railed in those parts of the room, and then some—essentially turning the entire hotel room into the backdrop for all of the things he’d do to her: fingers around her throat, sunk into her ass, until it’s red and hurting, the way she’d quiver and cream all over his throbbing cock. Her neediness has no limits; it even breaks past her very own personal quarters, the loudness of her own self-induced pleasure drawing concern from occupants nearby.
Only after the blissful haze of orgasm does everything fall back in place. That repetitive knock on the door is a huge wake up call. Yerim’s eyes widen.
“Shit.”
She checks her fingers—they’re coated in copious amounts of slick—and after a little further inspection, she realizes the aftermath.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”
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Being honest about yourself, you couldn’t have asked to feel hornier at a worse time than this. Thirty thousand feet high up in the air, stuck in economy class because you don’t get paid enough to deal with the bullshit back in the office. Using your one of two allowed leaves in the year for a trip to see a girl you’ve mostly known online, and it isn’t even paid. To make things worse, there’s no layovers—just a point-to-point flight from San Francisco to Seoul. 13 hours.
And boy, is the ride absolutely miserable.
By what you might as well call divine intervention, you’re conveniently seated between a nun and a little girl—the two worst kinds of people to be alongside with. No, not because they’re annoying or anything like that; aside from the girl getting up every thirty minutes from her window seat to get something from her parents across the aisle, you’re practically barred access to your glorified archive of lewd Yerim pics. Opening them up with a kid barely in the first grade beside you is openly asking for trouble.
And the few times you get up for a lavatory break, you can’t get yourself going. There’s always someone at the door every five minutes.
Eight hours deep into the flight, you look over your shoulder, catch one of the male flight attendants sneak inside one of the vacant lavatories with a fellow stewardess while everyone’s fast asleep. Fucking sickening. That should be you with Yerim right now.
When you arrive on the other side of the planet, you’ve gotten only a couple hours’ worth of sleep. You almost fumble your passport at immigration, getting them mixed up with a slew of business and membership cards. Then there’s your forgetfulness working against you, remembering you need some kind of pocket Wi-Fi, and now you have to spend a little more to get back online. It’s a mess, and it wasn’t that long since you were in Europe for a seminar, where these things were merely second nature to you.
At least you remembered that VPNs exist. You message Yerim on the taxi ride out of the airport, unsure of where to begin.
> You: Just got out of immigration
> yerimiese: fuckin finally!
> yerimiese: you got a place to stay here?
> You: Not yet
> yerimiese: don’t bother, lemme send you my hotel address, you can stay here
Of course you don’t know Korean, despite the constant back and forth with Yerim for months. Learning’s been on the backend of your itinerary, and has never been your top priority, even now. You show the cab driver the address, who merely looks at you and the phone with a particularly vacant and dumbfounded expression, as if you’re stupid for not planning this out—which, in that regard, he’d be correct.
When you finally arrive at the hotel, only one message stands between you and finally meeting Yerimiese, once and for all.
> yerimiese: I’ll be at the poolside, third floor. can’t wait to meet you :P
And that’s exactly where you end up going. Forget that you’re lugging two whole bags and a traveler’s backpack on your shoulders; you drop them off at the front desk, expecting the staff to have a clue of what’s going on and what’s about to happen.
Stepping out into the poolside, it’s a completely barren sight. It’s three in the afternoon on a Tuesday; most people probably aren’t even booked, let alone in this supposed five-star hotel. You don’t really question whether she’s being serious or not, the evidence was in the previously sent photos; you’re dying to meet her at this point.
And as if perfectly timed for dramatic effect, a woman emerges from beneath the waters, shaking off the wetness from her damp hair.
Yerim casually swims over the deep waters’ edge, without a care in the world, let alone your presence quietly shadowing over the large pool. Even halfway submerged, you can make out the outline of her shapely bust and hourglass figure, tightly hugged by a pink swimsuit. She was sultry and intoxicating to gawk at from candid photos, but seeing Yerimiese herself in the flesh, that’s when the realization hits you: this is happening.
And you can’t move a muscle, let alone react from the actualization that you’re right in front of her. Even as the waves of water splash on your new loafers, you simply observe. It’s creepy, it’s morally dubious, but it’s one in a million. You’re taking in every moment, every second; soak it all in, you’ll never get an experience like this ever again.
You should be friends by now, if your definition of friendship means sharing explicit body photos and exchanging devious intentions about how you’ll fuck each other online or how much cum you’ve given to each other. But when she turns in your direction—catching you casually observing her, your hands tucked away in your coat’s pocket, grinning like a little kid— it’s back to square one.
Like the very first time.
Yerim takes all the time in the world to wade over from the other side of the pool, her smile growing closer as she approaches you. She lifts her eyebrows, expecting you to make a first move, to which you barely open your mouth, and ultimately only a deep breath, a stilted sigh, comes out.
Well, this is awkward.
Yerim giggles. You’ve previously heard her loud moans and cries, but a genuine laugh—this was your first. She never hops on calls in your group chat, most likely because idol shit, as she often refers to her line of work. Her laughter, her energetic expression—it’s as perfect of a translation to real life as it is online, and embodies the idol Yeri you know on screen.
“How long have you been standing there?” she asks, trying—and failing—to suppress more of her laughter.
Your answer is concise, but doesn’t seem quite right. “A while.”
In reality, about five minutes. You probably won’t be there any longer when she props herself out of the water with her strong elbows. Water cascades down her shapely figure, thicker and meatier than it's ever been, more than what the cameras and pictures present. She’s truly the entire package, through and through.
She walks over to her sunlounger, granting you a nice peek of her ass peeking through her skimpy swimsuit before she wraps herself with a towel. Apart from that, your only other notable observation is that she’s soaking wet, even bundled up. That, and also: she’s barefoot. No sign of slippers or any footwear—she willingly walked on what appears to be scorching cobbled floors.
“I would give you a big hug right now, but you know—” she comments, looking down at her drenched self, pool water endlessly dripping down to her feet. Even if she isn’t soaking wet, you’d still be frozen in place, or even worse, some eagle-eyed stranger or Dispatch reporter catch you in secret and you both end up on national news the very next day.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” you say, trying to dodge Yerim’s eyes. “I left my stuff at the front desk. I should probably go and grab them.”
“Smart.” Yerim sizes you up, nodding in amazement at how you’ve managed to get yourself past the entrance. “See you upstairs, then? Room 1015.”
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The difference between you and Yerim couldn’t be any more obvious.
Granted, you’re fresh off a 13 hour flight, followed by an hour's travel from the airport to a five-star hotel in the heart of Seoul. Yerim had all the time in the world to prepare, and yet when she emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a modest bathrobe and her dark hair bundled up, she’s never looked better.
Facing an idol in such a haggard condition, it gives you an underlying feeling of shame. And if you’re being completely honest, if not for your cock, she’d probably be repulsed and call security on you.
But there's no security in sight. Just you, just yeri, the two of you standing in this room - which is, for the most part, quite nice. Multiple bedrooms, a lovely view of the city beneath you, and all sorts of amenities and features you’ll never get to use—you half expect her members to come in later, but perhaps for your sake, you’re better off with just her and her alone.
When Yerim begins to talk, she rambles. She goes on about the status of the next album, discussions about a possible solo debut, her relationships with her members—conversations about topics that you never really had online. It was mostly dirty talk and lewd captions. At best, you knew each other at a surface level, but here she is, sharing everything from her heart like you’ve been lifelong friends since day one.
You let her. She’s as charismatic as what she portrays on screen, and her sass is no different than the private messages she sends you. There’s not a single dull moment whenever Yerim speaks. Though you know her mostly for her body, her personality is what has you sticking around.
You wonder if she feels the same way about you.
“So, how’d you find out about us?” Yerim asks, after blabbering for a while, and you genuinely believe she’d keep going till nightfall. Close enough. Five minutes away from five in the afternoon, and you’d already spent the last hour and a half listening to a personalized podcast from her. You hope she doesn’t notice the plate of bulgogi on the table now completely empty.
“Well, a friend was a K-pop fan and had an extra ticket when you toured here,” you say, casually, slumped on the sofa. “Forgot how long that was—” you pause, “five years ago?”
“Five years? Five years since we went to America?” Yerim appears flabbergasted, face in utter disbelief at the passage of time. The realization causes her to stand from her chair. You’d be too after listening to her drone on endlessly. “Fuck.”
“SM! Give us a fucking world tour already!” she screams, pretending she’s inside the company building and you’re an executive in the room. Watching her snarkiness come to life never ceases to amuse you. You’ll let her go on for as long as she needs to; she’s entertaining in such a unique and charming way that it disarms you.
“Argh, sorry, you know me.” She suddenly stops, faces you, arms crossed, mocking up a pout. “Look at me suddenly losing my shit for no good reason.”
“Are your members used to this?”
That didn’t come out right.
She bats an eyelid. On her face is a mild, blank look of displeasure. That didn’t come out right.
“Used to what?”
“Well, uh, I—I mean—”
You gulp your throat.
“Stop.”
Then, an air of awkward silence. Her eyes quickly scan you, lazing on the sofa.
“Let’s just get to fucking each other right now.”
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It isn’t that you’ve forgotten the one purpose you’re there to begin with, it’s that Yerim is very, very impulsive. One moment, upset at her company for doing the bare minimum for her group and her career, the next she’s using you as an outlet to release her frustrations. It’s a good thing your first impression of her was that she was very busty, because otherwise, the other description you had of her was—simply put—bratty.
You’re on your back, plopped against one of the beds, completely caught off-guard by her show of strength. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, you find Yerim already at the bed’s edge, loosening the belt around her waist, quickly disrobing herself within seconds. It’s nothing new; you’ve seen glimpses of her nude figure in pictures, imagined many scenarios where you’ve got your hands on her, but this—to see her completely bare in the flesh—is new.
This is different.
“Just so you know,” you mutter, frantically panting, your heart jumping, as Yerim undresses in front of you, “I haven’t actually had sex before.”
Just like that, the mood instantly changes. She stops. Abruptly.
“What?”
Her mouth drops—again. Might as well stay agape.
You consider retracting your statement. It was a joke, you’d say, something to get her even more aroused, fired up. The sex would be wilder, hotter than anything your fantasies would conjure. Then again, you wouldn’t be in this exact situation if you weren’t so chronically online, simping over pop idols like a kid about to enter puberty.
“I guess that’s to be expected,” she comments, snarkily, grabbing the edges of your pants, daring to rip them off you. “That’s fucking life, baby!”
If you were in her shoes, obsessively waiting for someone with equally unhinged horniness, expressing precisely how you’d get fucked every single time you’d send a remotely lewd photo, you’d feel just as disappointed. You can tell by her partially scornful expression: she’s been fantasizing this moment as much as you have, too. You can’t blame her, but you kind of expected her to anticipate this; after all, you connected in a private group chat that’s been sexualizing her, of all places.
Surely the signs of virginity were right there.
“At least this is real,” she says, leaning her head forward while cupping your growing bulge poking through your trousers. Your tip, at full mast, mere inches away from her chin, instead of a little phone screen. She’s pushing you around, growing slightly more mischievous and uncontrollable with the prospect of throwing someone like you around instead of the opposite. Something her members may have taught and ingrained in her.
It isn’t quite the picture you expected from all the erotic snapshots and clips she’s been sending you. Every photo and video, designed to rouse the filthiest and wildest of your thoughts, was an act, a ruse to let your guard down, to give you this fixed headcanon that you can toss her around like she’s your personal plaything and object of pleasure. Instead, she’s using you for her own desires and wants.
It’s not that you don’t want her to use you and fuck you like this, it’s how completely in control she is that has you reeling, leaves you in a dizzy spell.
“I was gonna let you use my pussy and fuck me to ruin,” she says, playfully rolling her eyes, teasing and mocking. Her hand grips around the denim of your bulge, and it fucking stings. You’re sucking on loose air. “But since we have a virgin over here, I’m gonna do whatever I want.”
The implied connotation is what terrifies you, and no, it isn’t the revelation that Yerim isn’t a virgin—you assumed that much—but the notion that you were gonna have free reign over her cunt that has you contemplating some deep, long forgotten life decisions that set you back years. Their consequences are now starting to show.
She releases her ironclad grip on your pants, frees you of your obstructive clothing, both trousers and boxers down to the floor. Your hard cock springs free, terribly aching, already red and sore from her suffocating clench, and already leaking bursts of precum. The last day and a half hasn’t been kind to your cock.
To add insult to injury, she makes this licking motion with her tongue, aimed at your tip, but relents at the last minute. It leaves your throbbing cock aching harder, without any point of relief. The teasing sight almost renders you unconscious, and sends Yerim into a laughing frenzy.
“Remember when I said I could taste your cock?” she says, chuckling. It’s not playful in the slightest—quite the opposite, in fact. It’s sinister. “I’ll wait a little longer to taste it. Don’t worry.”
Not the most reassuring of words, especially when you’ve got your hands tied—at least, not yet. Actually, you appreciate that she isn’t going to milk your cock dry just yet; when you finally look past the situation at hand, you come to treasure her chest. Her shapely chest, freely bouncing while she bounces her thick body on your lap—keep doing that, you say inside your mind, letting your wandering gaze soak in the unreal scene.
She notices your intrigued eyes, rising and falling in rhythm with her tits. Subtlety was never your intention, and she probably knows from experience, as she says she does. Fixated attention is how she gets herself off, based on how she seems to respond to the lewd messages you’ve sent her in the past, and it shows when she repeats some choice remarks back to your face:
“I’d kill my boss to fuck those tits right now, you’re so goddamn sexy.”
She grips a hand around your throat, another down to the buttons of your shirt, pulling them apart.
“Let me be your personal titty towel.”
Halfway there.
“I’d suck on your tits first, go down on your delicious pussy, then fuck that wet hole of yours three times straight.”
Just like that, you’re both even. Equal in nakedness.
You’re unsure whether it’s the sight of Yerim asserting her dominance over you, tits all up in your face with a devious smirk as she bares you down to your essentials that’s leaving you short on air, or if it’s the hand cautiously coiled around your neck. Either option seems sensible enough. This is how she lives in your head rent free, just being her sassy, sexy self. Even repeating some of the same particularly questionable lewd things you’ve written to her sounds hot with her brazen tone.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she raises an eyebrow, leaning her head close, as if demanding an answer.
Really, there’s no multiple choice here. Of course you nod.
She rolls her hips upward, inches her body across yours little by little, til her dripping pussy completely shadows your view. Her hand grabs the back of your head, meaty thighs pressing between your face. Now you’re truly suffocating. Even with the rather shameful admission, she rolls her crotch on your lips, expecting you to know what to do. No words, just the expectant grind of her crotch on your face, her wet folds opening up for you to take them.
Then, she begins moaning.
Admittedly, the closest you’ve had to trying out oral is using your phone as an outlet for your tongue whenever she sends a boob photo. Thankfully, your inexperience doesn’t show when you first dip your tongue inside her folds, getting your first taste of pussy. Saltier than you expected, but fuck, you’d be lying if you think it wasn’t completely intoxicating—everything you hoped for, and more.
It incites a few expressive reactions from Yerim—some loud, others quieter—with the end result usually a sharper, deeper grind of her waist on your face, splaying her cunt for you to devour. You’ve got one hand pressed on her ass, holding her plump flesh down while the other is at her mercy, pulled by hers, forced to squeeze her breast. You won’t complain. Not when her cries of pleasure motivate you to push yourself harder.
You repeat this addictive cycle, stretch moments into minutes, minutes into hours. Even when you’ve drained her completely, you’ll still be craving for more of her; that’s how hungry she’s made you. Your tongue meets her clit, and it draws out this especially sharp whine that she’s never hit once. Not on a track. Not anywhere. She swears up a storm, juxtaposed between soft, gentle pleas of “yes, more, and you’re so good.”
In return, you take more of her, soak yourself in the continuous downpour of her slick juices freely flowing all over your mouth and tongue. As her pleasure escalates, her fingers tighten their grasp on your head, grab your tousled hair. You add soft, intimate kisses between streaks of licking her folds, and they send the young idol writhing, shaking atop you. Her words have been reduced to nothing but short, needy bursts of “please.” Even in this uncontrollable state, she gyrates her hips around you, rhythm steady, but more determined than ever to let herself go.
By the way her pussy throbs, you’re certain she’s a few critical points away from climax. It doesn’t change your plans, not one bit. You continue to lap at her sensitive folds, bask in her intoxicating heat, purposefully teasing her clit. She won’t demand that you end her —not this quickly, not when you’ve magically learned the art of giving oral to a woman under short notice.
You slowly work her through it. Your tongue dives into her slick entrance, deeper than it's ever been so far. The overpowering sensations send ripples that reach even the foundations of the bed, unlike anything it’s ever felt. Even in the wild throes of bodily pleasure, Yerim has enough willpower to stay in character, delivering a demand in her usual playful, fast talking tone. “Please do it! I’m going to cum!”
You contemplate the thought, completely drunk in her divine taste yourself, but you oblige.
Your tongue sticks to her bud, and it causes this instantaneous, elaborate chain reaction. Yerim cries a sharp cry, waves of orgasm washing down all over her body. She stops in her tracks, completely rigid, mouth wide open, and this torrential gush of slick and orgasm swamps you, drowning you so deep that it's nearly fatal. Her thighs involuntarily clench tighter, too, and you’re temporarily trapped in your own pocket dimension, impossible to clean with all the cum left behind, especially on the sheets.
The most surprising observation from her orgasm is how suddenly calm it becomes. Only the sound of your tongue licking her clean can be heard, and it’s nothing but a gentle rustle. She hangs her head up, face completely flushed, catching needed oxygen in her lungs, letting the aftermath of her climax pass over.
While her breath normalizes, she lifts herself up, moves to the side of the bed. In her wake, she’s left behind a drenched lake of slick around your face, leaking down to the muddled sheets beneath you.
“Well,” she says, panting and pausing for air. “There goes the other bed.”
It doesn’t take rocket science to figure out what she meant. Even when you’re still mindlessly occupied by the sticky residue around your lips. You let out this muffled exhale, designed to be a laugh, but it backfires in your face. Amused, she giggles on your behalf.
“Not bad.” Yerim smiles at you. Charming and cute, a contrast to what had just transpired. “I thought you said you never had sex?”
It takes you a moment before you answer back, “I haven’t. You just taste really good.”
“You still have some left on the edges of your face,” she comments, her eyes mesmerized by how much she’s cum all over you. “Let me help you clean that up.”
And she helps, but not in a conventional way. She lifts you from the bed by your torso, then submerges you again, this time at the mercy of her bosom. You’ve got your arms wrapped around her waist while you’re kissing and sucking on her Yerim’s tits, not exactly tidying up, but creating a larger mess that no amount of tongue cleaning can resolve.
In the meantime, she whispers in your ear some of your more—questionable—comments:
“They need to give her a solo debut with a very sexy concept and trust me, I’ll be the guy who breaks the world record for jerking off if they do that.”
“It must feel heavy to carry them all the time. Let me lend a hand to you.”
“The only thought I had inside my mind when I saw her is every member would milk her 3x a day so that they don’t have to go outside and buy milk to eat cereal to the point they would just drink it from the source.”
You stop. You give her this strange, confused look. Even you couldn’t believe you said that.
“Did I actually say that?”
“Yes!” she replies, quick and straightforward, unable to hide her enthusiasm, while brushing your hair. “Not gonna lie, that sent me to the floor. I was laughing so hard, Irene ran in to check up on me!”
To make things worse, she flashes this wide, toothy grin that makes you regret your life choices.
“God. I don’t wanna drink anymore.”
“Hey, if there’s any consolation, you wouldn’t be sucking on my tits and eating me out now if you never made that comment,” she says, caressing your chin and giving you a peck on the lips. As if it’s still not one of the most out of pocket comments you’ve ever made about anyone, let alone a celebrity—and you weren’t fully yourself.
“Relax. Don’t think about it too much.” Yerim pushes you back down to the bed, crawls atop you, meeting your lips again for an intimate kiss. Your hard cock, which has been left unattended for quite a while, captures your attention—and especially hers. “Lean back for me, will you?”
You comply. Involuntarily, your legs straighten, but Yerim pushes them apart, places herself at center view, seemingly ready to take you in her mouth. It makes sense; a woman with a mouth that runs like hers probably only stops when there’s cock stuffed inside them. The theory proves to be plausible when she gives your sensitive tip a delicate, yet dangerous lick, her eyes glinting at you with renewed vigor and lust.
“I told you I’d have a taste of that cock,” she says, half smug, half seductive, gloating with her brows. Your tenseness slightly recedes—until you realize your cock’s moving past her lips, in the direction of the space between her cleavage. “I didn’t say I wanted to suck on it.”
And she was right—not once has she ever expressed her desire to choke, gag, deepthroat on it.
You grit your teeth, watching your cock disappear between her shapely tits, with Yerim personally making sure you comfortably fit like a glove. You fold. It’s snug. Hot. Breathtaking.
“Fuck, Yeri,” you mutter, closing your eyes as her inviting warmth leaves you weak in the knees, trembling. You don’t realize you’ve used her stage name over her real name. “God—”
“Does this feel like everything you wanted?” she asks, tone sultry and triumphant. A little slide up sends you into a frenzy.
You nod—even though there’s no other available options. The erotic image in front of you is permanently seared into your head: Kim Yerim, popular idol and to an extend, your ‘friend with benefits,’ grinning like a maniac, slowly fucking your cock between her tits, coated with your saliva, sweat, and copious amounts of precum. To think your little crude messages on a random forum would have such long term and drastic consequences such as this.
Not that you’d want to make sense of it all, especially when she gets into a rhythm. Sliding her breasts up and down, she’s delicate, intentional, and masochistic; you’re on the receiving end of how she felt when you were slowly eating her out. She’s dangerous, teetering between the line where your cock can be safe between her bosom and where she can break you in half. You’re already falling apart—and fast.
“Holy shit, Yerim. Fuck.”
Each word you deliver is long and drawn out, especially the profanities. Heavenly music to her ears. She’s out of reach where you can pull by her hair, so you settle for the sheets instead. Your gaze wanders, travels everywhere but in her direction, because you don’t need to see the tortuous scene happening between your legs. Looking at the descending sun, this is probably the last time you’ll see the sun set in your life.
Her eyes challenge you to look at anywhere from her. Panting frantically, you find yourself at the mercy of Yerim’s whims, your cock fading and swelling into view, sticky and wet, gushing cum all over her tits. The sight drives you further mad, has you making sounds that have never been recorded—ever. She takes you in, delights in your suffering, eager for you to say the magic words.
“Ready to cum? I know you want to cum.”
Even under duress, you’re not ready to fold just yet. There’s a little stubbornness inside you fighting back, pulling all the stops to keep you from surrendering to Yerim’s demands. You close your eyes, grip on the sheets even tighter, control your breathing, but it’s too little too late. You can only do so much with two hands.
“Cum for me.”
You hold onto a particularly deep breath, desperate to cling to whatever dying vestiges of control there is left, but your fate has already been sealed from the moment you’ve allowed your cock to enter her chest.
“Yerim, I—”
The exhale you release is the most relieving and satisfying. With it, comes out a rope of thick, creamy cum splashed all over her neck and chest. The aching, violent sensation doesn’t stop; more seed spills between the warmth of her cleavage. In one fell swoop, you feel all of your energy sapped from you, leaving you completely weak and powerless.
In the gap between your climax and post-orgasm haze, you wonder if she’ll take some of your cum in her mouth, with the way she looks at your cock as it throbs beneath her chin. No. She lets it drip down her perfect naked body with a sticky white sheen that glows under the natural light piercing through the hotel’s window.
“Just like that, hm,” she comments, casually flicking the last of your withering orgasm and cum with her wrist. She lathers the slick on her fingers on her shoulder, then places some into her mouth for a taste.
After you regain a semblance of normalcy—after Yerim’s finished entertaining herself with your cum, staring at her coated body and fingers with curious interest—she rests her elbows on your knees, in the process of relearning how to bend. You sink back against the headrest, watch as the fading sun glimmers on an idol like her, destined to shine for every occasion possible—on the stage and under the afterglow of sex. She smiles, bright and wide, taking you in, as you are.
There’s something brewing, especially in the tender few minutes that follow. Something special, something more than just a spark.
“So—” Yerim runs a sticky finger on your knee, dangerously close to stirring up your cock again. “You wanna try anal with me next?”
You pause. Widening your eyes, staring back with a look of disbelief. Just when you’re about to open your mouth to reply, she adds:
“Kidding. You do know that you’re gonna have to delete those tweets and comments, right? If they find out you’re here, you’re fucked. And I mean, a thousand times worse than now.”
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(A/N: This was an absolute joy to write. The nature of the request meant I could go very meta with it. About time we get a proper Red Velvet full album, so perfect timing! If you're able to figure out some of the references and easter eggs, then you, my friend, are too engrossed in the Tumblr K-pop male reader smut lore. Thank you for reading!)
(P.S. If you want to have your own story/idol written, you can ask for a commission :D)
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can i request for a subby gf irene with breeding kink? thank you in advance 🤗
thinking about the babysitter x milf!irene verse again…
i see this as in a near future, you two together and being public for a year or so, and you obviously can’t get her pregnant because, duh, it’s a dildo, but that doesn’t make her less obsessed with the idea? like, she loves the strap that shots fake cum and almost begs you to use it all the time because it feels so good to feel your body against hers while her hole is being filled :(
and it’s kinda ridiculous because she can’t hide how turned on the idea makes her and you know it and are always teasing her for it. smirking while watching how she desperately rides you and her face contorts, running your fingers gently down her belly, asking if “would you like me to make you a mommy again, mommy?” in a mocking tone, laughing at her pitiful whine of an answer and the way her movements get uncoordinated. or when her body basically turns into jelly when you’re taking her from behind and lean down to whisper how you’re “going to fill her pretty pussy”
and her breeding is totally connected to a baby fever, because i see some girls just liking the whole dirty talk aspect but irene? no! she sees you with a baby? her mind goes [static noise]. interacting with her kids?? god, she completely loses it, how you are so good with them and how they love you so much too, she needs to give you a baby, she never thought she would want to go through the whole pregnancy thing again but she wants to now! with you!!!
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Propaganda
Dorothy McGuire (Swiss Family Robinson, Old Yeller, Gentleman's Agreement)— Kinda the original MILF, but to call her that feels offensive because she always played the most gentle and kind mothers imaginable. She's more like a MILC (mother I'd like to cuddle). She also had a wonderfully soft voice.
Irene Dunne (The Awful Truth, Theodora Goes Wild, My Favorite Wife)— The first time I saw her in Theodora Goes Wild she struck me dumb because who is that BEAUTIFUL woman being so funny and clever??? She was primarily known as a dramatic actress (and believe you me those are muscles she can FLEX, Penny Serenade hurts my feelings) but she’s also one of the funniest screwball leading ladies I’ve ever seen. Her films with Cary Grant are especially charming, but all her characters have this knowing quality in the heart of them that’s so intriguing, and her screwball girlies have this freedom to go after what (or who) they want that is delightfully subversive. I want to be her, I want to fuck her, I want to see every movie she’s ever done, she is a brilliant actress and she is my dream woman.
This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Dorothy McGuire:
Irene Dunne:
irene excelled in screwball comedies, musicals, melodramas...she could do it all. she often played elegant society ladies and brought sparkling charisma and poise for days to anything she did, and sang like an angel (she pursued opera before going into moves), her rendition of jerome kern's "smoke gets in your eyes" in roberta moves me to tears every time.
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A fantastic star of screwball comedies Irene Dunne is an undersung hot woman in my opinion. She rose to fame in her roles alongside the likes of Cary Grant, and was usually the funniest person in her movies. And the hottest.
She's snarky, and quick, prone to rolling her eyes, and eager to trip her counterparts up. In short, she was a devilish, charming, problem of a woman in many of her films, the pinnacle of hotness.
She’s so gorgeous and funny and her way of acting is so fresh and timeless! She’s the complete package of hotness to me with her talents, humor, and, of course, hot looks. I named my left tit after her to hopefully attract even a smidgen of her beauty and charm.
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Masterlist
Hi guys! Just quick introduction: I'm Lua, 26 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).
I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)
Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!
I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;
If I see spam in my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.
I don't write about any disorders at all.
Do NOT call me mommy under any circumstances, I'll be rude to you if you do.
Please be kind to each other! 💖
My favorite groups are:
BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ
Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin
Dancers: Bada Lee, NoZe, Lee Jung.
So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!
BlackPink:
Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader
Dreamcatcher:
Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon
Happy Su-A day!
Itzy:
Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)
Hot wife Chaeryeong
BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong
Power Bottom Chaeryeong
Soft love making with Chaeryeong
Pervy neighbor chaeryeong
Le Sserafim:
Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)
Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)
Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)
Lakers Yunjin fucking you
Sloppy head with Yunjin
Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)
Twice:
Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)
Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)
Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)
G!P Mina x F! Reader
Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)
MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader
Fisting with Step mom! Sana
G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader
Rewarding Idol!Jihyo
Cockwarming w/ Jihyo
Masc! Jihyo
Possessive G!P Momo
Deep throat w/ G!P Mina
GF Jeongyeon
Brat tamers Jeong and Sana
Sana overstimulating you
Twice as hybrids (g!p)
Jeongyeon bottoming for you
On edge (sana x F! Reader)
Cry for me (Dahyun x F! Reader)
IVE:
Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)
Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader
Yujin degrading F!Reader
Nerdy student Yujin
Cockwarming Yujin
G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader
Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung
Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader
Riding hung Gauel
Wolf hybrid Yujin
My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff
Possessive hybrid wonyoung
G-Idle:
A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)
Proud to be yours (BP Rosé x Miyeon)
Miyeon x Yuqi
Miyeon with a breeding kink
Somnophilia & Mimin
Thoughts on mafia boss Miyeon
Red Velvet:
Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)
Possessive mommy Irene
Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)
Cult leaders RV fucking you
Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat
Dirty thoughts about Irene
Joy + innocence kink
Aespa:
Mommy Karina
The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)
Gamer winter neglecting you
Dirty thoughts about ningning
Somnophilia with puppy minjeong
Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)
SNSD:
Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)
Fox hybrid yuri
Possessive alpha Tiffany
How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany
Jessica Jung and F! R first time
WJSN:
Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)
XG: -
Loona: -
I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)
Camgirl! yeojin
Thoughts on G!P Kim Lip
VIVIZ: -
SOLOISTS:
Yena:
Married Reader x Yena
Car sex w/ Yena
Eunbi:
Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)
BIBI:
Touchy BIBI
BoA:
Dom coded BoA
Sunmi:
CL:
Chungha:
DANCERS:
Bada Lee: NOT TAKING REQUESTS
Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)
Alpha Bada
How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany
Alpha Bada in rut
Bada + daddy kink
NoZe:
Lee Jung:
#gxg smut#blackpink smut#twice smut#itzy smut#loona smut#ive smut#dreamcatcher smut#sunmi smut#yena smut#eunbi smut#wjsn smut#red velvet smut#lua's masterlist#viviz smut#kiss of life smut#boa smut#bibi smut#xg smut
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AnnaRene for the ship meme pls?
so excited for them in my rewrite ya’ll. anna’s allegiances have switched a bit and she’s even made an appearance already at the end of the lullaby arc. irene’s going to be making an appearance soon too 👀
also, i made irene tall because i already hc her as tall, but also because of my hc that her human body starts to transform into a dragon again the longer she’s in that form, so she’s growing taller and taller
#greek visits#xvi answers#my ship in five minutes#annarene#rarepair#otp: dragon mamas#anna heartfilia#irene belserion#erlu but milfs
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Enticing
milf!irene x fem reader
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It started with you two meeting at your workplace. she, of course, immediately caught your attention. Joohyun thought you were good-looking, that’s about it. she was still going through her divorce and processing it all. nothing relationship-related was amusing to her, especially the idea of getting involved with someone younger.
you would try your best to get to know her which was difficult as she usually kept to herself. even if she was more kept to herself, she was well respected by her colleagues. it was clear why, she was always hardworking, cooperative, and helpful. it made you like her even more.
as you got to know her you learned she had two young kids and to your liking, was going through a divorce. you also learned her ex-husband wasn't putting in enough effort with the kids and their overall relationship. you couldn't keep your mind from immediately thinking about how much better you'd take care of her, how you’d make sure she and her kids were happy and fulfilled in every way. so you made it your goal to do just that.
with you being younger with no experience with children and long-term relationships. Joohyun being older with two children that she cherished and loved more than anything, could you two work?
#irene scenarios#irene x reader#bae joohyun x reader#red velvet x reader#irene smut#red velvet smut#irene x fem reader
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Your list of top 10 idol who would also become legend in porn industry for their body and lust.
This isn't a ranking, btw, just a list.
1. Natty - That Thai girl has some seriously big, juicy tits that would look amazing on camera. She'd be a total busty slut in porn for all kinds of genres.
2. Karina - With those massive, saggy boobs, Karina would be a total lactating porn star. I can already see the close-ups of her dripping wet, hairy pussy and leaking nipples.
3. Sohee - That thick, round ass of hers would have every pervert begging for more. Sohee would be the center of so many wild gang-bang scenes.
4. Giselle - Gorgeous face, sexy body - Giselle would be the ultimate pornstar fantasy. I bet she'd look gorgeous getting her ass pounded from behind.
5. Kwon Eunbi - She would be a total boss bitch in the adult industry. With that slim figure and those huge bouncy tits, Eunbi would be rolling in cash.
6. Jeewon - That innocent-looking face and meaty, breedable body would make Jeewon a total star. A lot of close-ups of her getting her tight pussy filled with thick loads.
7. Jihyo - Thick thighs save lives, and Jihyo's would be legendary in porn. She'd be every old man's favorite MILF star.
8. Irene - That stuck-up, snobby attitude would make Irene a perfect target to get brutally punished and humiliated in hardcore scenes.
9. Yujin - Young, hot, and with a body built for sin. Yujin would be an instant star, getting railed by huge cocks left and right.
10. Momo - With that perfect, curvy body made for fucking, Momo would be an instant legend in the porn industry. She'd look incredibly lewd moaning and screaming as she gets her holes stretched out.
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The Omega Library 10/10
Viviz/Gfriend
SinB
-Ruined
-Best Buddies
Eunha
-Merry Christmas
Umji
-Getting what I want
-Picturesque Undressed
-Raffle winner
-Betrayed
-Jealousy
-Old friends come back
-Memories of a dream
-The goddess' challenge
-Persuading the innocent
-Tiebreaker
Sowon
-Behind The Scenes
Weeekly
Zoa
-Friday outing
-Love in an elevator
XG
Jurin
-Bad Idea
Soloists
Eunbi
-Serendipity
-Waterbombed
-Untitled breeding smut
-Mommy has needs
-The neighbors' kink feat. Sohee
-Another gym buddy
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IU
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Somi
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Jini
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Yena
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Taeyeon
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Mommy’s Helper
MILF Irene x F! Reader
TW: Spanking, discipline, degrading, face-sitting, and aggressive behaviors.
You had recently taken up a new job as a housekeeper for a single woman in her 30’s, what shocked you most when you met her was her beauty.
“I’ll be gone most of the time on the weekdays, but I’m here every Saturday and Sunday,” she smirked slightly before leaving.
And so with that you started your job. For the first few weeks it was merely cleaning and sitting around, on the weekends she would return and stare at you, wine glass in hand, as you tidied her house.
That was the routine for what seemed like ever until one Friday night she returned home, around 8:00pm.
From the flushed look on her face you could tell she had been drinking, her sweet voice softly mumbling into your ear as you helped her inside.
“Ah, Irene are you okay? Irene?” Your voice was a mixture of worry and frustration. You had just finished cleaning and now you had to worry about this drunk woman. The smell of alcohol clung to her breath as she stared into your eyes.
You felt her arm wrap around you suddenly and her lips meet your neck. The feeling of her lips suctioning your skin caused you to let out an unwarranted moan, and as she pulled away a purple mark tainted your skin.
“Irene stop that!” Again you cried out but it was far too late to turn back now. She began to grind against you, hot friction between both of your legs. You gave into the temptation and kissed her deeply in return, your tongue snaking into her mouth, and her swirling her tongue in return.
“Be a good girl for mommy, tell me what a slut you are~,” she pulled from your kiss and roughly turned you around, your body pinned against the kitchen island. Her slender fingers caressed your soft skin as she pulled your tiny skirt down.
Her grin widened as she noticed your wet panties, she slipped them to the side and bent down, her hands spreading your ass cheeks open.
Her tongue swiped in between your two tight holes, back and forth until she pushed her tongue roughly into your clit. She swirled it in a figure eight motion only stopping to smack your pretty little ass.
“Irene.. no more! Not there!” Your cries weren’t heard by her anymore, she greedily indulged herself in your sopping cunt.
With your legs shaking and a satisfied smile she rose to her feet and brought her mouth close to your ear. “I’m only going to tell you this one time, listen to me carefully. If you don’t listen to mommy, you’ll get a spanking.” It seemed as if her drunken state was no longer as she slammed your head onto the counter and thrusted two of her fingers inside of you.
You whined desperately begging her for more as she twisted her fingers deep into your cunt, hitting the start of your cervix. With her fingers covered in your slick she spoke gently but with a firm tone, “Don’t move that gorgeous body of yours.” But you couldn’t help your urges, with your shaking legs you jolted forward against the counter and moaned out loud. It was silent for some moments before her hand lashed hard against your bare ass, your cries were useless in begging for mercy.
Her fingers continuously pumped into you, covering her hands in thick amounts of your slick. Your body felt hot and overwhelmed, before you could realize it your orgasm snuck upon you. Your body shook but you couldn’t make a sound as she carelessly teased you and manipulated your orgasm, resulting in more pain than pleasure.
She only gave you a minute to breathe before turning you around to face her. “One more chance, I’ll give you one more chance. You have to be a good girl this time~ okay?” You nodded obediently and stared up at her.
She leaned herself over the counter and tapped her own ass gently. “Make mommy feel good and you’ll get a treat..,” you nodded and pressed your face into her cunt. She smelled so sweet, like freshly bloomed flowers and honey, in between her thighs and up and down the rest of her beautifully displayed body.
You lifted her dress up and moved her underwear to the side slowly. You could only swallow hard at the sight of her pink tinted cunt staring back at you.
“Irene,” you murmured her name before pressing your mouth to her core and engulfing yourself in her sweetness. She gripped your head deeper into her and wrapped her legs around you, trapping you in.
“That’s a good girl.. keep going for me princess!”
“Mommy- mommy,” your voice croaked in between slurps. Her hands grabbed at your hair. She threw herself onto you, both of you tumbling to the floor before she violently came on your face. Clear fluid oozed onto your face before she dropped onto the floor next to you with a giggle. “Good girl~”
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Perhaps a little thought since we’re on the topic of milf Irene? 😳 She comes home from a long day at work but she still finds time to invite you over for some tea. You can tell that she’s tired and stressed out, so for the first time, she allows you to take care of her. 🫣 You’re in charge now, and you realize how whiny she could be when she’s under you. 🤧
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AAAH OMG YES i thought of this and answered another anon's ask about irene being a sub with the same exact concept as this! hehehe great minds think alike!
but yess i agree with how whiny she can be. especially when getting her tits played with and when she cums aaa so cute, literally the cutest when she begs for you to make her cum as well :(((
OH i think i forgot to mention this in the other ask but she loves getting praised constantly, call her a good girl, a pretty girl and tell her that you're so so proud of her. she will blush so hard and punch you in the stomach bc she gets so so shy she cant handle it ahdjajma
but when things get intense... ooo she gets so desperate and when you give her what she wants, pounding roughly into her and pushing her face down onto the pillow as you take her from behind.. she will sob and whine and when she cums, she will have tears running down her face with drool all over the pillow. so so pretty
#🐧 anon#anon ask#red velvet smut#irene smut#irene hcs#red velvet headcanons#milf!irene#THANK YOU FR THIS
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think about milf irene falling for you after seeing how well you take care of her kids
I actually think about this quite a lot. Irene loves her kids too much to ever get remarried, especially to someone who wouldn't care for them properly. So when you came over that day, she couldn't help but fall in love with you.
She offered you to stay at her house since you didn't live in Daegu and had no other place to go for that night. She warned you that she had kids, but you were excited to meet them. Irene was a cool person; her kids must be cool too.
As you walked in, you saw Ha-na, the youngest, staring at Olivia who was still hitting her with pillows. Immediately, Irene rushed over and took away the pillows, scolding them while fixing their hair. Ha-na is currently crying loudly while Olivia is standing nearby with her arms crossed. You drop your bag and crouch down to Ha-na's level, taking her hands off her face. You manage to cheer her up almost immediately. It would have taken Irene at least 10 minutes just to get her to calm down. You had boots that made you look taller, and Ha-na wanted you to pick her up. Irene watched you carrying Ha-na around the house and blushed. Olivia became jealous of her sister getting all the attention. You didn't want Olivia to feel left out, so you used all your strength to pick up both of them. Irene smiled widely as they played with your hair and overshared about what was going on.
Olivia asked, “Are you Mommy's new wife?” You were taken aback but couldn't help but laugh.
Irene, on the other hand, had been thinking the same. She wondered if she was going to marry you. You both got along so well, and she couldn't help but fall in love with you, especially as she saw how well you interacted with her children. Irene knew that her kids would be happy about it too, which made it all the more perfect. After you had tucked them in, she looked up at you with sparkles in her eyes, smiling widely.
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milf irene x babysitter reader 🫦 mama bear is going through a messy divorce so you being her super kind 20 years younger neighbor babysit her kids ☺️ irene is the type to ‘accidentally’ brush her ass against your hand, and she definitely says shit like “you’re so mature for your age! i wish you were around when i was young 🤭😏” one day she asks you to come over to babysit but when you arrive you realize the kids aren’t there??? just joohyun who is lying on the couch with her legs spread wide🤭
WE LOVE TO SEE IT !
oh to become a live in babysitter and bend milf!irene over the kitchen counter after she comes home late from work, stressed and her kids are already in bed…
sub!mommy :( coming behind her and wrapping your arms around her body, kissing her neck and whispering “does mommy needs to be taken care of?” in a mocking tone, her closing her eyes and letting herself fall to your care, nodding and pushing her ass against you :( it’s so hard, her husband and his lawyer bothering her all the time with the divorce things and the kids, work has never been worse, she desperately needs something to distract her and you happen to know just the right ways. it wasn’t supposed to be a long time thing, she wanted a quick fuck and was thinking of firing you after to not have to deal with another problems but what a wonder you turned out to be.
she desperately needs you to be mean :( degrade her, call her names, a slap here and there, make her forget all the things that are making her life hard at the moment. somehow, likes when you mention her husband, but in a way that says you’re than him, like holding her face and pointing out how much of pretty slut she is all cock drunk for you, while she’s riding your strap, lost on the way the toy slides inside her, asking if her husband ever made her feel that way, grinning when she shakes her head, saying that “i know, mommy, i know. he was never good as i am, yes? couldn’t, never knew you how i do” and she comes on spot, you being smart enough to cover her mouth and remind her to shut the fuck up, her kids are asleep a few rooms down the hallway.
loves when you go a little rough while making her pleasure you too, sitting on her face and not caring if she breathes or making her kneels in front of you and basically fucking her mouth, holding her hair in a tight grip and rubbing her face on your pussy :( when she fingers you and you keep acting like she’s not being enough, saying things like “i know you can do better” and “that’s it? i give you the best orgasms and that’s what you give in return?” and god, she whines, going faster, harder, sucking your tits and desperately needing to make you cum. mommy is just a desperate thing that needs to prove herself as a good girl :(
and her kids, they love you so much, will love even more when you become their new mama :(
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NSFW LINES!
Anal Princess Line: Umji, Mina, Sooyoung, Chaeryeong, Sowon
Occasional Anal Line: Solji, Irene, Rosé, Jihyo
MILF Line: Seohyun, Tiffany, Jihyo, Bom, Solar
MILF Hunter Line: Yuta, Jooheon, Ryujin, Seulgi, Momo, Shownu, Moonbyul
DILF Line: Suho, Changsub, Onew, Shownu, Sungjin, Kun, Minho
DILF Hunter Line: Sunny, Hani, Yuju, Sana, Lia, Wonho, Hoshi
Lesbian Line: Seulgi, Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung, Yuri, Seohyun, Ryujin, Moonbyul, Jisoo
Gay Line: Taeyong, Hongjoong, Jongho, Sehun, Jimin, Jun, Haechan, Kyungsoo
Huge Dick Line: Seungkwan, Soobin, Johnny, Jaehyun, Lucas, Jae
Oral Fixation Line: Lisa, Matthew, Jungwoo, Momo
Daddy Kink Line: Young K, Changkyun, Suho, Kun, Seulgi, Dahyun
Men Get Pegged Line: Dokyeom, Soobin, Xiaojun, Lucas, Jongdae
Squirter Line: Yeri, Moonbyul, Tzuyu, Mina, Solar, Nayeon
Camboy Line: Jae, Dino, Yeonjun, Changkyun, Hoshi, Dokyeom, Jungkook
Somnophilia Line: Seungkwan, Xiaojun, Sooyoung, Tzuyu
Voyeur Line: Sooyoung, SinB, Joshua, Xiaojun, Nayeon
Likes Being Watched Line: Chanyeol, Solar, Chungha, Hoseok, Taeyeon, Woozi
Scenic Masturbation Line: Seungcheol, Jihyo, Taehyung, Johnny, Lucas, Kyungsoo
#lines#updated!#if anyone can think of any other lines hmu#or if i missed anybody#opinions sometimes change#moonbyul smut#seventeen smut#2ne1 smut#twice smut#bts smut#nct smut#wayv smut#viviz smut#monsta x smut#mamamoo smut#snsd smut#txt smut#blackpink smut#ateez smut#btob smut#shinee smut#exid smut#kard smut#red velvet smut#did i tag everyone???#i tried lmao
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hi sins, thank you for answering the previous question !
that last one was seulgi by the way ~
how about choosing again from a new roster, same question ~ who do you think fits best with an older partner (7 - 10 years age difference)
order goes : miyeon, rosé, jiu, hwasa, irene, taeyeon, nayeon
(and i've checked tripleS cause you mentioned it, so far sohyun has caught my eye ((or cock idk honestly))
Taeyeon's the MILF there's no way she's dating up any older.
Rose would probably date older, I feel like she would.
Nayeon probably dates up 3 years? Idk, she doesn't give off the vibe of liking anyone younger than her.
I'm not familiar with Hwasa as well as I am with the rest—based off vibes though, probably same as Nayeon.
JiU probably wouldn't mind a younger guy. She feels like she's understanding enough. Sweet woman she is tbh.
Yeri dates up def. Wasn't she totally simping for that white guy that one time? Was he older?
Miyeon... man, idk, she seems happy rn as is, but I think she'd like someone older.
Tldr—Rose & Yeri are most likely to do the 7 year gap thing.
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