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sincerelyrki · 7 days

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such pretty boy excuses

what better way to get back at your ex and “best friend” on prom night then by going after the man said “best friend” had been obsessed with for years?

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader + ex!sungchan x fem!reader

warnings + genre : suggestive. mentions of sex. jealousy. heeseung really doesn’t like sungchan at all. all characters are said to be in highschool, but they’re all 18.

wc : 1.5k

a/n : i just finished euphoria and im literally obsessed so this was inspired by nate and maddy at prom (maddy n fez are the best characters btw).

perm written taglist : @vousty

“No matter how hard Minjeong tries, she’ll never be you.”

The fluorescent lights did nothing to hide the obvious emotion in your eyes, pupils dilated as you burned holes into the two familiar people dancing under the chandelier.

“Besides, he doesn’t care about her at all. He can’t keep his eyes away from you.”

Your nails tore holes into the tablecloth as your hands formed fists, teeth clenching as you watched his hands push further up her thighs, his eyes staring directly at you.

“Yn, don’t.” One of your best friends, Yerim, pleaded from her spot across the table. She shared a look with your other friend, Sieun, their looks mirroring each other.

“I’m going to kill Minjeong.” You stood up from the table, chair flying back as you stormed into the crowd. Your hair bounced along your back, your dress swaying along with it.

You could feel Sungchan’s eyes on you, his heated look burning along your exposed shoulders. Your gaze never met his, your eyes zeroed in on one of the men leaning against the wall beside the buffet table.

The group of men all looked up as soon as they heard the sound of your heels clicking towards them, jaws dropping at the sight of you. All men except one began adjusting their hair, hands running through the strands in an attempt to tame their flyaways.

You stopped in front of the one you’d been watching, his smirk seeming brighter under the blue lights. “Dance with me?” You stuck out your perfectly manicured hands, your seductive eyes matching his.

“Of course, Princess.” He responded in seconds, his much bigger hands enveloping yours. He stood from his spot, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled you tight against him.

He bent at the waist, his nose touching yours as he whispered above your lips, “I can treat you so much better, just give me a chance.”

You quirked an eyebrow in response, a playful smile on your lips as you pushed your faces closer together. “Can you?” He gave a single nod, his hands tightening around you, “but he made me feel so good.”

You noticed the way his eyes narrowed at you, a challenging tone coming out in response, “Oh really?”

He let go of your hand to press his index finger against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head up higher, “What did he do to make you feel so good?” He teased the last two words, holding their syllables longer than the others.

You turned your back to him, hair hitting against his face as you rejoined your hands. You pulled him along with you, a purposely sway in your hips as you led him towards a spot near your ex-boyfriend.

You tilted your head back towards the man behind you, his gaze locked on your exposed thighs. “He’d press me against the wall,” you tugged Heeseung into you, his chest against your back.

He leaned his head down beside yours, his lips settling near your cheek and he gestured for you to continue. “He’d slot his leg between mine, wrap his hands around my waist as he pulled me against him.”

Your head fell back against his chest, eyes closing as he copied your words, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pushed his hips into you.

“Then he’d kiss my neck, whispering against my skin about how good I felt against him.” Heeseung guided your hips against him.

“Would he whisper about how much he loved you?” You turned your eyes towards Heeseung, an unknown look on your face as you shook your head.

“No, not once.” Heeseung clicked his tongue, shaking his head in amazement, “If you were mine, I’d tell you every day.”

He used his hold on you to turn your body, your chests pressing against each other, “I'd always put you first, your pleasure would be my top priority.”

You gave him an untrustful smile, head tilting to the side as you observed the way his eyes shone with sincerity, “I don’t believe you, no man would ever put me first.”

Heeseung responded with a head shake right away, hands gripping against the back of your thighs as he pulled your body into a tippy-toe, “You’re wrong, a real man would make you come undone five times before allowing himself to reach the same high.”

You laughed in response, eyeliner enhancing the way your eyes narrowed at him. “Five times? You’re crazy.”

Heeseung never laughed in return, his face completely serious as he watched the way you giggled at him, “I’m serious.”

Even though you still found his words ridiculous, you decided to muse him, “I’d be way too tired to continue on.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.”

“For sure, I’ll hold you to it.” You pressed your cheek against his lower chest, eyes fluttering up at him with a sweet smile on your lips.

“You don’t believe me?” Heeseung raised your arms to wrap around his neck, pressing his head against the top of your hair.

“No, Sungchan always told me that he was too tired after one time.”

“Such pretty boy excuses.” Heeseung tutted out loud, his hatred for your ex only intensifying the longer he heard about the shitty he treated you. The hook.

“Well I’m not Sungchan, am I?” The line.

“No, you’re not.”

“Will you let me prove to you that I’m telling the truth?” And finally, the sinker.

“Depends on how good of a dancer you are, this happens to be my favourite song.”

Heeseung tilted his head back with a smile, shaking his head at your words. He stepped back a little bit, his hand stretched out towards you as he bent into a bow.

“I’m not the captain of the dance team for no reason.” You grabbed his hand in yours, allowing him to pull you back into him.

“Prove it to me.”

“I will.”

The second the song ended you, once again, turned your back to the taller man. No words were shared as you began pulling him behind you, his body close to yours as he kept up with your pace.

The two of you were stopped when a loud shout of your name came from behind you, your feet pausing as your ex-boyfriend advanced towards you.

You squeezed Heeseung’s hand once before you turned to face the angry man, Heeseung following your initiative as he circled his arm around your shoulder.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going with-“ Sungchan paused as he recognized the man against you.

“Heeseung? Are you fucking kidding me, Yn?” He laughed in disbelief, hands throwing up by his sides as he stared at the two of you in disbelief.

“Real classy, going after the man your best friend was in love with for years.” You turned your head while pretending to think, tongue pressing against the side of your cheek as you stared at Minjeong standing frozen behind Sungchan.

“Best friend? We’re nothing more than strangers.”

“She means nothing to me.” Minjeongs jaw dropped in shock at your tragic words, tears filling her eyes as she tried stepping closer to you.

“Best friends don’t fuck each other's boyfriends.”

It wasn’t as big of a secret as Minjeong thought it was, it barely took you a week to notice her sneaking behind your back. Even though you and Sungchan had been broken up for a month, she’d been seeing him for two.

“You two really deserve each other.” Heeseung pouted at them, his arm tightening around your shoulder as he leaned down to press his lips against your cheek.

“But don’t worry, Yn is better with me anyway.”

“You know nothing about her.”

It was obvious what Sungchan was hinting at, his eyes tracing your body up and down. Heeseung stepped in front of you, blocking you from his vision.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t have to say much for Sungchan to make his own connections, his eyebrows furrowing.

“She doesn’t have to worry about me passing out on her, I can go all night.” The same way he did before, he stressed the last two words. His mockery was evident, the diss hitting Sungchan in the perfect way.

“Too bad we can’t continue this littleâ€¦ talk,” Heeseung looked over Sungchan’s shoulder to look at Minjeong, winking at her once before he shot the two of them a smile, “We have plans, I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Heeseung ignored their looks and led you towards the door, his comforting hand rubbing shapes against yours.

“You did so good.” He cooed the second the door closed from behind you, his body pressing you against the wall adjacent to it.

“My baby was so brave.” He pressed a small kiss against your earlobe, his teeth nipping at your skin. “Let me reward you, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyes barely focused as you breathed him in. “Please,” You tilted your head to the side as his lips connected with your neck, his hands squeezing at the skin around your hips.

“I love you” Heeseung knew you thought he was just saying that because of your conversation from before, he knew that you wouldn’t think twice about what he was saying against you.

It seemed that Heeseung had more than one thing to prove to you, and he was ready to spend the entire night showing you.

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lostonmyroad · 16 days

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Moments That I Want Tattooed On My Forehead From S-Classes That I Raised Chapters 70-90

As always, BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!! Future chapters may be referenced!!!

Omg i forgot how much I loved these arcs. Taejinjae squad is forming (i mean they're 5 seconds away from murdering each other but still)

Chapters 70-80

yerim roasting yoojin’s grandpa-like naming tendencies as she should. naming the unicorns black and white???

yoojin wanting to go to an escape room cafe with yerim and yoohyun :))) AND THEN THEY ACTUALLY DO GO LMFAO (with some property damage involved i'm sure)

yoohyun casually checking whether he needs to get rid of (murder) myeongwoo once he finds out that yoojin didn't actually know him

yoohyun and hyuna tag teaming to defend yoojin in front of the Association!!! Squad goals!!!

yoojin worrying about myeongwoo :)) myeongwoo not caring that yoojin lied to him ;)) wholesome as hell...if you can't tell this is one of my favorite relationships in the series

yoojin’s monster protection squad!!

really small detail that hyj thought shj would give myeongwoo a bouquet also. no sir that privilege (curse?) is for you only.

lmao yoohyun knowing that the way to get to myeongwoo is to be nice to yoojin

myeongwoo praising yoojin on national tv, on a live broadcast the world is watching. as he should!!!

yoojin: please don’t look at me please don’t look at me

yoojin’s fear of the media and what ppl are saying about him :((

fully grown Peace!! love Peace and Yoohyun’s not-friendship

yoojin: let me go in an A rank dungeon PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

everyone else around him: i’m getting gray hairs

moon hyuna pulling up in her red sports car with the drip is incredible

shj, @ the han brothers: you guys are freaks :)))

yoojin: should i call shj ahjusshi?? (please don't)

shj calling them his kids ajfjejxkwksk

shj and hyj flirting has begun. please reread the chapters and enjoy

not yoojin babysitting 3 s ranks at the same time

"I mean, I'd just wanted to regress and live comfortably. Why was I now in an A-rank dungeon packed with S-ranks? If I'd agreed when Yoohun-ie had said to just live locked up for 3 years, um... would we have gotten an 'end of the world ending?" rip yoojin

they’re all so worried about him :)

“i only had to work myself to the bone for 10 years” if you say so buddy

yoojin being worried about the world possibly ending

hyuna trying to protect? yoojin from hyunjae (or just keep him to herself) either way thank you queen

YOOJIN SCOLDING THEM FOR FIGHTING mom energy off the charts

yoojin telling everyone i love you is comedy gold every. single. time. and also very wholesome

yoojin going full manipulate malewife threatening them (the s-ranks) with myeongwoo

chirpie and it’s wack L rank skill..the mystery

i love seeing yoojin directing dungeon raids. geunseo really knows how to write settings/action!! and yoojin’s perspective is so fun to follow

YERIM GIVING YOOJIN A PRINCESS CARRY YEAHHHH

keyword has been applied to hyuna my beloved

shj making yoojin almost faint and then giving him his coat. they're a mess

shj failed kidnapping attempt. we’ll get em next time. yoojin stop getting kidnapped challenge

yoojin causing chaos every time he enters a dungeon

yoojin fainting like a maiden 10/10

yoojin you’re literally in the hospital. chill out for like five seconds (he proceeds to destroy his hospital room via dokkaebi)

shj: i will buy your love :)) (turns out its kind of effective)

NOAH ENTRANCE NOAH ENTRANCE

chapters 80-90

i haven’t really mentioned the dokkaebi but they’re so cute

yoojin destroying his hospital room lmao. this is not reassuring anyone that he knows how to make good decisions

SONG TAEWON MAKES HIS DEBUT!!! repressed government worker of my dreams

shj deliberately crashing into song taewon’s crusty ass car and then stealing his job as tour guide. freak 4 freak

yerim and shj: working together on making life more difficult for song taewon

Comet the dragon is so cute omgggg

Kang Soyoung having a million speeding tickets so true bestie

KANG SOYOUNG AND HYUNA GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM TOGETHER!!! AND GETTING THE FASTEST TIME BECAUSE THEY BROKE IT LMFAOOO

hyunjae freaking yoojin out by flirting with him. but like yoojin can’t help flirting back i love them

stw joking around with yoojin and yerim about randomly arresting people??? lmao??? comedy king??

yoojin worried yerim is becoming a delinquent (too late bestie this ship has sailed)

yoojin saying he's never commited any crimes and then internally going "...I'd committed murder, threatening, and assault. But I wouldn't get caught for those" we love a self aware king

song taewon casually revealing that he ends up investigating yoohyun every three months. i believe it. yoohyun a certified freak

song taewon: so your brother is a freak just thought I'd let you know

there are so many different people who independently tell yoojin that his brother is a freak. yoohyun be normal challenge

infamous song taewon choking yoojin out to see if he’s truly lost his sense of danger scene!!! honestly yoojin this was necessary

fear resistance and the fourth wall: being absolutely fucked

love that yoojin's solution to this is should i start watching horror movies at home??

yoojin: i cant apply the “i love you” keyword to stw because he’ll take it TOO seriously like yeah that's the real reason you can't do that

YERIM IN A SUIT YERIM IN A SUIT

NOAH NOAH NOAH

yoojin wishing he’d gotten hurt instead of yerim :((

small detail of the healer being Indian! as an indian person woo hoo

"...I stepped towards Noah. But the moment I took a single step...my shoulders were grabbed. Both of them, at that. Sung Hyunjae and Song Taewon looked down at me simultaneously. The duo's expressions were different, but somehow they felt familiar." my longest yeah boy ever

taejinjae squad starting to form!!

yoojin seeing a terrible older sibling: it’s on sight (rip Riette)

"You two seem to get along well. Should I alos strangle you once?" LMAOOO i don’t even know man shj is wild

starting to get reveals of the han brothers past… god their parents…

hyunjae being a shady shit behind the scenes

noah is just a baby boy. he’s a baby dragon. baby boy

yoojin going full mother hen on yoohyun after he comes out of his solo dungeon raid

yoohyun grudgingly accepting others because they’re also protecting yoojin

chapter 89 yoohyun is something that is so so special to me

not shj fueling the violence by sending yoohyun picture of a) the damaged hospital room b) evidence of stw choking yoojin out and c) evidence of noah hurting yoojin

KANCOEDI YOOHYUNS CLOSET FULL OF CELL PHONES BC HE KEEPS BREAKING THEM

yoojin not being afraid of yoohyun or peace with fear resistance off :))

chapter 90 fight between yoohyun and noah is. chefs kiss

yoohyun asking where yerim got hurt!!! i mean it’s partially so he has a reason to beat up Noah but!! he does care!!

I'd say this is where the plot really starts (80+ chapters in lmao), especially with the fight againt the SS-rank babbar.

#losttalks #han yoojin #s class #s classes that i raised #sctir #the s classes that i raised #the s ranks that i raised

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prplocks · 10 months

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eomayas · 9 months

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strictly business • kjm [req]

request: here 🩷

pairing: ceo!junmyeon x f ceo!reader, established relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!

warnings: reader is mean, dom x sub dynamics, fingering, p in v, pwp, grump x sunshine dynamic, reader is gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing her way through life

all eyes are on you when you burst through the doors of the meeting room, interrupting the current session. but you can do that, because you have enough money to buy this company twice if you really wanted to.

the room in the air gets thicker and you can practically feel the tension. you invite it, enjoy it, even. you like having that type of power over people, especially this specific group of people. “good morning, gentlemen,” you say, smiling—baring your fangs—at the six men before you, who all stand to greet you, bowing politely before taking their seats.

your assistant takes your coat and hands you your briefcase. you feel them all staring at you, wondering why you crashed this meeting when you were specifically not invited, for many reasons. and you know exactly who’s idea it was, but you’d deal with him later, after you sink your teeth into his employees. “somebody catch me up,” you say, but it’s less of an ask and more of a demand. you scan the table, your eyes sliding over the CEO of the firm and focusing on his subordinates.

you laser your eyes onto a poor intern who immediately gets red and looks over to his boss for help. you narrow your eyes at him and he swallows. “uh, we, uh, were meeting to talk about the expansion,” he says, glancing at you before averting his gaze.

“the expansion with my company,” you correct, your gaze still focused on the poor kid. he stares down at the table, refusing to look you in the eye and you almost smile. almost. “i don’t see how you could have a meeting about the expansion with my company without having myself or even a member of my company’s board present.” you say, cutting your eyes across the table to the interns boss and the CEO of this company.

he presses his lips into a line and gives you a knowing look. “does that make sense to anybody?” you ask, looking around the room. nobody dares to speak up, and if you were a lot less professional you might knock everything off of the table and demand that they respond.

“mrs. kim,” the boss says, as a warning. you ignore him and stare at his employees, waiting, daring one of them to speak up. you’re not shocked when they remain silent; you’re met with it often. it’s not a secret that you’re tough and don’t see a problem with pushing people to their limits and reminding them who’s really in charge. that’s the whole reason you got to where you’re at. playing nice wasn’t an option—especially as a woman trying to obtain a position of power—and you learned that very quickly.

“if one of you doesn’t speak up, you won’t have an expansion with KYN Beauty to put on your resume, or a job in the morning!” you bark, glaring across the table at his employees. you’re definitely exaggerating the whole job thing, but you need to light a fire under them to get somebody talking, since their boss likes to keep things from you.

“mrs. kim,” it’s a warning if you’ve ever heard one, and it makes you sit back in your chair and look over at him. he stands up from his chair and motions for you to do the same. “a word in my office?” but he’s not asking you, he’s telling you. and you’re not going to stay sitting in your chair, not when he’s looking at you like he could rip you a new one in front of his entire staff.

you get up and he waits for you to exit before following after you. you already know where his office is, and you walk the familiar route in silence.

“yerim, cancel my meetings in the next hour, please,” he says to his secretary when the two of you pass by her desk.

“of course, mr. kim,” she says eagerly, and you nearly roll your eyes. another thing to get in his ear about.

he holds the door to his office open for you, and locks it once the two of you are inside. you cross your arms over your chest and stare up at your husband, a bored expression on your face. “quit threatening my staff,” junmyeon says, gently grabbing your forearms and pulling your arms apart so he can hold you by your sides.

you push him off and take a step away from him. “why did you leave me out of a meeting that i need to be apart of?” you question, throwing your arms up in the air. you two typically leave your work at the office, rarely bringing it home beyond a few emails or a few reports that need to get done, and that’s mostly during the end of each quarter. you keep your work and home life separate, and don’t meddle in each others business endeavors. but this morning, you happened to catch sight of his opened calendar on his work computer, and saw ‘expansion meeting’ set for 11am with an invite to everybody that was previously in the meeting room. everybody but you.

“honey,” he sighs, taking a step toward you. you take a step backwards, running into his desk and knocking a few papers loose. he cages you around the desk and you frown at him, but your features quickly soften as you submit to his charms and remember that, above all, he is your husband. “honey, don’t take it personal. you can just be a bit intense, and not everybody can handle that.” junmyeon says, kissing your cheek.

“that’s not my problem,” you say, and your husband chuckles, dropping his forehead against yours.

“and that’s exactly what i’m talking about,” he nudges your nose with his and you loosely wrap your arms around his neck. “but i can handle you.” junmyeon mutters, pressing his lips against yours. you hold onto the back of his neck and pull him closer to you. his suit jacket strains against his arms and he pulls back to slide it off his shoulders and drops it onto one of the chairs.

“send your receptionist on lunch,” you say, grabbing his tie and pulling him back down to your mouth. junmyeon plants his palms on his desk as he leans over you, unable to stand between your legs due to the tight skirt you’re wearing.

“take that off,” he says, nodding at your skirt. he says it as a trade off for sending yerim on her break early. you quickly pull the zipper down and slide your skirt off of your legs and down to the floor. junmyeon bites his bottom lip and picks up the phone, pressing a button that immediately connects him to yerim.

“yes, mr. kim?” this time, you do roll your eyes and he smiles at you and gently pinches your cheek.

“go ahead and take you lunch break now, yerim,” he says.

“well, i typically take it at noon,” she says. you huff and lean over to get close to the speaker so she can hear.

“just take your break, yerim,” you say flippantly before hanging up on her and pulling junmyeon back towards you. “you should fire her.” you say.

“why do you want to fire all of my employees?” he asks, unbuttoning your blouse.

“so i can have you all to myself,” you reply, pushing your top off and leaving yourself in a matching red lingerie set, the red identical to the color of the lipstick on your lips. junmyeon eyes you and runs a hand over his neatly combed hair before dropping it down to his collar to loosen his tie.

“youre unreal,” he mutters, shaking his head as he pulls his tie off and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. he could stare at you for hours like this, all pretty and waiting for him. you pull him down to your lips and kiss him hard, uncrossing your legs to let him get as close as possible to you.

with your free hand you drag it down his chest to his pants, palming him through his slacks. you rub his bulge a few times and your husband pulls back and pushes your hand away. “you’re gonna ruin my pants,” he argues.

“then take them off.”

theyre at his ankles in seconds, though he keeps his dress shirt on. it’s unbuttoned, and you drag your nails down his torso. he watches you with lidded eyes, his gaze so intense that you can’t help but full body blush. this whole tough persona, at least with him, is all an act. he has you wrapped around his finger like it’s nobody’s business.

junmyeon is on your mouth again, his left hand dropping between the two of you to rub your clit through your underwear. if anybody knew how you acted in the bedroom, they would be hit with an extreme case of shock, and disbelief. you’re a person who likes to be in control, but you’re different with junmyeon. you’re like putty in his hands every time you get around him.

that doesn’t go to say that he’s not as tightly wound around your finger as you are him. he might even wrapped tighter, practically turning into mush when you so much as look at him. he returns to his college self when he’s around you, simply being junmyeon—myeonnie, to you—and not ‘mr. kim’, the boss.

your mouth falls open when he plunges two fingers deep inside you, your underwear pushed to the side. junmyeon works his fingers into you, curling them and making your vision go spotty. the rapid rise and fall of your chest mixed with your breathy pants of his name puts him in a mild hypnosis, nothing on his mind besides bringing you to your release and then burying himself inside of you.

“junmy,” you say, your voice sounding like pure honey to him. junmyeon alternates between rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers into you. his curled fingers and the ministrations on your clit have you seeing stars, your orgasm approaching quickly. “m-myeonnie!” you choke out, gushing all over his fingers, your legs going limp against the edge of his desk.

those same fingers are put in his mouth to be licked clean. junmyeon delights in your taste, wanting to kneel down and shove his face between your legs and eat you out for the next hour. but, time is real and neither of you have a lot of it, so with deft fingers, he pulls your underwear down your legs. junmyeon parts your legs and stands between them, wrapping them around his waist.

you only smile up at him and lock your ankles behind his back, lurching him forward. you pull him down to you by the beck, sliding your hands down to the front of his open shirt to grab onto it. “love you,” he mumbles against you mouth, littering kisses on the corner of your lips and onto your jaw.

you murmur ‘love you too’, before propping yourself up and moving to push his boxers down. “need you, myeonnie. want you,” you whine, sliding yourself to the edge of the desk. you thread your hands into the back of his hair and press insistent kisses to his exposed neck and chest.

junmyeon unclasps your bra and pulls it off your arms to toss behind you. “i’ve got you, baby,” he says, wrapping one arm around your middle and holding the base of his dick with his free hand. he guides himself into your entrance and your lips part when he pushes the head in. “i’ve got you.” he groans, kissing your neck.

your arms wrap around his shoulders and you clutch him tightly against you, anchoring yourself to something as he harshly thrusts into you. you cry out his name, burying your face in his neck to keep quiet. junmyeon gently cradles the back of your neck and lies you flat on the desk, planting one hand flat near your head while the other gropes your breast.

clenching around him, you whine and reach for him, wanting to be closer. “what, baby?” he pants, indulging in you and leaning down to be closer like you want.

“i miss you,” you whine, turning your head and kissing the inside of his wrist. junmyeons heart swells, like a balloon being filled with helium.

“yeah?” he asks, lifting himself off of you in order to stare down at you. “you miss me stuffing you full of my cock? can’t go a day without it?” your face burns, embarrassment flooding your body because, yes.

junmyeon blows his bangs out of his eyes but they fall back in place. he let’s go of your hip to brush his hair back into place, smirking down at you when he catches you gazing up at him with your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, pulling at your bottom lip.

you nod, your head in a daze. junmyeon keeps pounding into you, even long after you cum for the second time. he fucks your release back into you, never slowing down until he comes himself. you cross your legs at the ankles around his back and hold him there, letting him cum inside of you.

he sighs out your name and hangs his head, his hair dangling in front of your face. you push it out of the way and kiss his forehead, your nails raking up his lower back.

junmyeon kisses you once before pulling out of you and grabbing the box of tissues that sit on the side table. he wipes himself off before doing the same for you, tossing the soiled papers away and helping you off of the desk.

you prance around his office naked, in search of your clothes that are strewn around the room. you find your bra and blouse, quickly slipping them back on. “baby, have you see my underwear?” you ask, squatting down to look on the floor.

you hear a small gust of air above you and stand up, your red panties lying on the center of his desk. picking them up, you grimace when you feel their dampness and set them back down. you quickly find your skirt and slip it on, underwear be damned.

junmyeon catches you by the waist and pulls you against him, his shirt still unbuttoned. he holds your tightly against him, kissing your neck and then your lips. “you know the meeting was just business, baby,” he says reassuringly.

“i know,” you reply, placing a hand on his cheek.

“and nobody is getting fired,” he says, peering down at you. you roll your eyes and press a hard kiss to his lips before slipping out of his embrace to step into your heels. “im not firing yerim, either.”

you run your hand through your hair, shaking it out as you slip your hands through. ��we’ll see,” you say, the sweet wife role being replaced back with the shark, the one everybody knows you by.

“y/n,” he says, following after you as you walk around his desk to pull out the mirror you started keeping in here. you set it up and check your appearance to make sure your makeup isn’t messed up.

“baby?” you question, flicking your eyes up to him before looking back down at your reflection, turning your head to the other side. he leans over his desk and you look up at him again, an eyebrow raised.

“nobody is getting fired, okay?”

you smile up at him, as sweet as pie, a stark difference to how you actually feel. “whatever you say, mr. kim.”

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Triangle ft. Choerry, Olivia Hye

length ✦ 6668

genres ✧ you know what this is because it’s exactly what everything else is; plot-devoid smut; Daddy kink; sloppy double blowjob; titfucking; threesome sex; felching; snowballing; fwb!Yerim & Hyeju

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You thought there were limits to Yerim’s audacity.

Your dick is halfway down her throat and she’s rushing to get the question out, forgetting her words are being cockblocked in a new way.

“Canweples—ghlk... Ahh. C-can we please, please try the thing I talked about?” Yerim stares into your barely-there eyes. She’s prone, her feet up in the air kicking while her head leans against your thigh. One of your hands grasps the sheets while the other grasps her hair. You know exactly what she’s talking about, but after a long lick, at your lack of reply, she continues anyway: “One of my friends really wants to join us. Can she? Please? Pwease? Pwh, glh…”

The question becomes loaded as soon as her throat does. There are only a few people with whom she’s close enough to bring up this very topic of conversation, and you’re pretty sure they’re all members of a certain girl group. One she happily belongs to. And sure, that means she shouldn't be sucking on cock like a lollipop—really, choking on cock like a lollipop, but you're not going to stop her.

In fact, you’d reply with a clarifying question of your own—who exactly?—but you’re almost certain you’d be satisfied with any answer your fuckbuddy would give. So you let go: let go of the sheets, let go of the dark locks of hair, let go of the question, and with a swift gulp from Yerim’s throat, you let go of your climax, making her tummy warm and sticky.

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Already, your balls are full, heavy in their embrace with Hyeju’s distinct lips. There’s the left, pop, in, out; there’s the right, pop, in and out while she sucks like ripe fruit.

You’re not really sure you can quantify the exact difference compared to when Yerim focuses on your sack, but it definitely has to do with Hyeju’s mouth. Something about the shape, like a… no it’s always that. It could be her eagerness, which is new to you. Yerim holds no surprise at the way Hyeju is slurping, however; she has other things to hold—shaft down her throat, gagging, takes focus.

There was all that existence you had between cumming down Yerim’s throat alone and getting ready to cum down her throat again while Hyeju nurtures your testicles. Yet, the time between two orgasms is but a secondary thing, especially when two gorgeous women are venerating the veins of your erection with their mouths.

Wide-eyed, Hyeju looks up at Yerim. Your eyes are wide too: how can someone like Yerim drool and find so much joy in getting their throat filled with cock? Then, you remember how passionate you can get about eating out Yerim’s gorgeous pussy (like last night), and you gain some empathy in her raw hunger. Hyeju learns, watches, listens. Slurpy sloshing from Yerim’s throat, kissy noises whenever pouty lips focus on your tip, rushed yet reluctant sighs for air.

If you had to name one in-between moment (and it barely counts, occurring minutes before the present), it would be what you saw upon opening Yerim’s dorm door. Yerim had her tight blue dress hiked up her shapely hips. No panties. Surprise. On the other side of the couch, Hyeju slouched, her off-the-shoulder crop top pulled down right under her tits, and one of her nipples had a slight sheen. Definitely Yerim’s spit, given how much she drools.

Look right now. Your sack is as sloppy wet as your dick. Hyeju must be finding her mouth open more and more. (She was supposed to be the quiet, lips closed.) It’s awe, or it’s some understanding of Yerim’s lust. Either way, the rest of the saliva on your balls comes from the bubbly trails emanating from the side of Yerim’s mouth as she fucks her face down into your crotch, meeting Hyeju closer with each cock inhalation.

You and Hyeju both moan while Yerim giggles and coos between the gagged sounds from her throat. A blush forms on Hyeju’s cheeks, though she diligently keeps one ball in her mouth before swapping to the other, a back and forth cycle.

Yerim releases you and then slaps your cockhead against her tongue. She shows off the deftness of her pink organ, twirling around the strands of saliva and licking up beads of precum from the tip. Even if the sensation isn’t as utterly overwhelming as her deepthroating, your head still spins every time she adds that delicate touch to your sensitive spots. Your balls twitch, and you notice that Hyeju notices, even with her inexperience, as a crook of a smile appears.

Yerim returns to unflinchingly swallowing your dick whole. She’s already gone as deep as she can go, but each time feels deeper in your mind because of how Hyeju adds her tongue to the mix; its warm tip slides around your sack, jumps at the insistent pokes, then travels up to meet Yerim’s lips at your shaft with every other inhalation.

You wrest control by grabbing Yerim’s hair. It’s the same back and forth you and Yerim share: on even days, she’ll hold you by the hips to keep you still and work her magic at her own pace, and on odd days, you—you skullfuck her; there is no more elegant way to describe the intensity with which you pull Yerim’s head into yourself, showing no regard for her breath, for her throat.

Again, Hyeju is in awe, her brows furrowed as she’s focused on cleaning the gag-drool that leaks down from your cock.

While resting her lips on the side of your shaft, Yerim pats Hyeju’s head. “You know what to call him. It’s so, mm, obvious what he wants from us. It’s what I call him, and he loves it. But more importantly…” Yerim gazes at Hyeju in anticipation.

“It’s, it’s what I want. So take what you want.” Hyeju, when focused, is the most seductive being on the planet, sharp eyes cutting into you soul-deep. “Give us your cum. Daddy.”

Yerim is back with a giddy smile and a cute clap. “There we go.”

You’re not far from fulfilling Hyeju’s extremely reasonable request. Hyeju and Yerim can feel it, the way your testicles twitch, the way your shaft shifts; they can hear it by your increasing groans, your strained exhales; they can see it in your unseeing, your eyelids clamping tight in the muscle-clenching fires of pleasure. But for all the warnings of your incoming eruption, you have to restrain yourself. They’re going to have to take you kicking and screaming out of heaven.

With a pout on your cock, Yerim hums. “Daaddyy, aren’t you gonna cum yet? Pleeease? I’m ghnna be a ggfhd grl and—” And the pout disappears like your length in her throat.

“Yeaah.” Audibly slick pops from Hyeju’s mouth taking each ball in and out. “I reeewwy, really wanna taste what’s inside of…” You presume Hyeju means the testicle she’s greedily sucking on, the cum aching to escape, though the truth is lost to her lust.

You can tell Yerim is more experienced because, despite her intense attention to her oral ministrations, she is already multitasking. A hand between her legs, the other slides Hyeju’s tank top further down to her tight midriff. Her tits, in the open, perfectly to play with. As the piddliest puddle forms on your living room floor underneath Yerim’s thighs, she massages and manipulates each of Hyeju’s breasts like a fun toy. For all intents and purposes, Yerim is already nude herself with that blue dress bunched up around her waist. Yet, it's clear that she's done with clothing now, sliding out from her singular article, a—

"Hngh!" As blue decorates the floor, Hyeju’s bright skin turns red. Her hand pressing down into your thigh feels warm; that’s why she’s sighing so much, all from the heat of the ordeal.

You reciprocate that heat outward, sweat dripping down despite the cool air of your home. Hyeju explores more with her hands: she grabs at her breast, the one that isn’t being squished by Yerim, then feels your muscles from your abs, up your sides, to your arms. She looks between Yerim and you with pretty doe eyes. You almost remember she’s an idol, and this is the kind of look she gives her fans. Then you realize your balls are in her mouth and you forget everything about her. Her gaze is almost makes you also forget that your deepthroated cock is ready to explode into Yerim’s mouth any second.

She release your shaft from her throat to say: “Ohhh, you’re gonna cum soon, Daddy? Just let it out, cum for us, Daddy, please.”

Yerim tilts her head forward, jaw slack, lips parted by your cockhead, as your hot seed shoots down her throat. It hits the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, and then she pulls away to flick her tongue along its length, sending shivers down your spine. Once you’re all clean, she joins Hyeju in worshiping your balls, massaging them with her soft lips until you are nearly squirming off the couch with your last drops of seed—last only for the moment.

Hyeju is still stroking herself with her fingers at the foot of the couch, and your erection is maintained at the sight. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it up over her head so that while one hand rubs her clit, the other curls around her tit. It's a majestic picture, how her digits dig and squeeze into the flesh. You'd do the same, but you have more in mind: you need to fuck those perfect tits. WIthout any thought, your cock is already pointed at the perfect cleavage between her tits. Copying Yerim’s habits, Hyeju drools on your shaft, coating it in strands of saliva. Any flushed embarrassment on her face is gone; she's submitted to the fiery pleasure of the moment.

At once, Hyeju grabs your cock and aligns it between her breasts. The soft flesh engulfing your length makes you flutter, goosebumps up your arm. Your length slides up and down, spreading spit along Hyeju's tits, and it leaks down her midriff. Yerim provides kisses all around with her plump lips, giving a tickle to Hyeju’s side before worshiping your ballsack. Never a minute goes by without your testicles being sucked.

"Daddy!" Hyeju whines while she bounces up and down. The word Daddy truly spills from Hyeju's mouth without any shame, or how could there be shame in such a lecherous rasp, the begging eyes flashing between your rapt gaze and your dripping tip.

When she squeezes her arms together to constrict your cock, you notice your arms feeling too stiff as they rest at your sides. So you place a hand behind her head. However, there’s no need to even nudge Hyeju to move; you’re only raking your fingers through her long hair.

She gets into the rhythm of sliding up, down, sticking her tongue out to poke at your tip, to lick up the drops of semen from your slit. "Your cock looks so yummy between my tits. I just wanna suck on it some more."

Yerim interjects from underneath as she gives Hyeju's right breast a rough smack with a palm. "Hey, that's not fair! You already helped drain Daddy of cum with your lips. Just be a good girl and worship Daddy's cock with your tits, okay?"

You never expected to see Hyeju pout for your cock, but there those lips go, letting drool slide from the corner. "Hmph, fine." That "hmph" is accentuated with a further tightening of her arms, making her boobs feel like they were molded for you, predestined to wrap around your length. It’s a trapped fate long sought by you, ever since you started hooking up with Yerim. While you’ve had your share of fun with Yerim’s adorable handfuls—massaging, tasting, slapping (with hands and shaft)—Hyeju completely cocooning your cock is a novel thrill you’ll forever savor.

So, when you try to move an inch, you don’t even notice how close you are to your peak. One pump of your dick into Hyeju's tits, and your next orgasm suddenly arrives—an eruption with no tremors. Hyeju's chest, her pretty face, her needy lips, everything is covered with hot sticky seed. Your balls are tightening, your breaths gasping in spurts, your cock pulsing in tandem with your heartbeats.

"Ohhh, yesss, Daddy~" Hyeju coos as she bounces faster, coaxes out your load. Underneath you, Yerim happily lets the spasmic spurts of cum fall on her and licks up the mess. Apparently, it’s not enough of a mess: with a firm grip, she pulls your dick away from Hyeju’s paradisiacal softness to jerk you empty. She taps your cock against her tongue, then her cheeks, before her lips goes straight to your sore and sensitive tip.

"Daddy's cock, mmm." Yerim moans against your cockhead. Her breath is hot and wet on your cock; you feel it all the way to the root of your shaft. "Daddy, I'm gonna get to have you all to myself."

She licks around the head, and then she takes a big, warm breath through her nose, inhaling all of you in one slow breath. Her lips part with the intake of air, and then her tongue dives right down, licking the underside of your shaft. Your hips jerk uncontrollably and you groan, pushing forward to force Yerim's mouth further down.

Yerim sucks harder, deeper, and moans around your length. "Nngh, I can't believe you're still so hard Daddy. I love sucking your cock, but we have so much more to do."

Finally, she lets your dick free. Yerim makes a good point: how are you still erect? It must be the incredibly erotic situation, or maybe you turned into an Olympian overnight. Either way, you get off the couch and let the two girls get on. With her tongue, Yerim cleans the rest of your cum off of Hyeju and the two of them share the load, moaning and humming like it's the most delicious dessert they could get their hands on. Hyeju ends up on all fours above Yerim lying down on the sofa.

"Daddy's cum tastes so good," Hyeju says, sticking her tongue out and letting some drip back into Yerim's mouth. "I get why you're so addicted."

"Mhm." Yerim nods. She pushes Hyeju off, pauses, then looks at you. "So who do you think is more of a slut, Daddy? Because obviously you knooow how much I need good dick all the time. But have you seen Hyeju?"

Scratch your head. You can barely think, let alone answer her question. "Uh."

"Daddy," Hyeju interrupts. "C-can you eat me out first?"

"Of course, baby girl."

Yerim smiles. "Ooh. That means... one free Daddy dick for me!"

After a lot of trying to make positions work in your living room—the couch is too small; maybe you could contort Hyeju on your dining table while you're sitting on a chair, but then Yerim is sitting, so that doesn't work—the three of you decide to just walk to the bedroom, where there's a bed and space and that's what you should've done all along, oh well.

Once you're finally in the bedroom, you lay Hyeju down on her back and get rid of the pesky shorts and underwear she's been wearing since the night started. A kiss her cheek, then her neck, then down her collarbones. A gasp from Hyeju for each peck. You kiss around her navel, and she squirms under your touch. When your lips are pressed against the soft patch of hair between her legs, she's practically purring. You never thought about how she'd be trimmed, but considering the skimpy outfits they wear sometimes, you realize how much it makes sense. Now, the image of ripping off one of her stage outfits sticks in your mind, but you're pulled back into Earth by Hyeju with a hand in your hair.

You kiss her pussy, and she bites her lip in anticipation. Yerim leans down to watch, and the girls both moan at your attention.

"I want Daddy to eat me out." Hyeju is writhing in need to press her crotch into you while her fingers dig into your shoulders.

Still, you take your time. Lick slowly from top to bottom, and let her enjoy the sensations. You feel her thighs tense up, and her hips rise. Your tongue flicks over the outer lips, her clit, and her inner walls twitch.

Hyeju is so wet; her juices are flowing, and her scent fills your nose. "Daddy..." Hyeju pants, her voice hoarse. "D-don't be gentle."

There is no want nor need to be gentle. This woman is so hot, and she feels amazing beneath your tongue. You want to extract every possible reaction, every particle of pleasure from Hyeju.

Yerim wants the same. You've never seen this look on her face. Of course, she's the sweetest girl you know, but you know how she gets when she's horny and she's deprived of dick for two seconds. Right now, she's positively feral. She's biting her lower lip, grinding against Hyeju's thigh. And then, she's reaching behind Hyeju to grab your head. She presses her lips against yours and sucks your tongue, then she releases it only long enough for her to say, "Goddammit. Why does Hyeju's pussy taste so good?"

"Daddy, can you keep... keep going?"

It's not a question, no matter how sweet Hyeju's voice can make it seem. It's a demand. So you obey, and you devour Hyeju. You pull back—only a bit, half an inch, still able to feel the heat radiating from her pussy—and then you dive in again, plunging your tongue deep into her folds.

"But Daddy," Yerim says, adding this cute little whine to her voice, "my pussy is so neeedy. Like, it needs your cock to split it open. Just because you're eating Hyeju out doesn't mean you can't fuck me silly too, right?"

You pull yourself out from between Hyeju's thighs for a moment. "Right."

Once again, the three of you fumble around trying to find a position where you can fuck Yerim's pussy senseless while devouring Hyeju's cunt and tasting every drop; this time, at least, you have much more space to work with. Finally, you settle on a basic shape: the triangle. Its structural strength isn’t about physics, but rather logistics: You, Yerim, and Hyeju can all lie on your sides and pleasure each other. Hyeju and Yerim have already started making out, so it's up to you to position yourself. Luckily, it's not too hard, and you find your head between Hyeju’s thick thighs and Yerim's legs wrapped around your waist.

The two girls look down at you with smirks. They can tell what your cock has to say from the stiffening.

"Fuck me hard, Daddy~" Yerim whispers to you. "Make me squirm."

"Of course, darling," you reply. Your hands are free so you hold them up and rub them across Hyeju's ass and her cheeks. She's panting with arousal which also comes through her thighs in quivers and heat and sweat.

“Please, please, I need your mouth so bad.” Hyeju whimpers, her hips pushing downward until her pussy is right in your face, warm and wet.

As your lips seal against Hyeju, in one quick movement, your hips thrust forward and sink into Yerim's wet folds. Your entire cock is buried deep within Yerim's juicy, dripping pussy; your tongue is deep inside Hyeju's pussy, lapping up the sweetest nectar you've ever tasted; and your hands are pressed up against Hyeju's ass to push her down into your face and tongue. Yerim's eyes roll back a bit as her hands grasp at your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your hips, and Hyeju's legs do the same thing with your head. You're locked in the best trap possible.

Heat radiates from Yerim’s insides, so warm that it nearly burns. Every little twitch and quiver of her pussy sends shockwaves through your throbbing shaft and causes you to shudder from the pleasure. Right now, it's impossible to compare the two women—both of them are blowing your mind. So you do your best to keep up. You suck Hyeju's clit harder and faster, plunging your tongue into her depths, and you squeeze her buttcheeks even tighter.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Yerim exclaims. "Your cock—ahh—your cock, d-don't stop, please?"

"I'm not stopping, baby girl. I'm just getting started."

"Mmm~" You can hear the smile in her voice. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, then loosen. "Oh god, Daddy, I'm gonna—"

With a growl, you pull back and plunge into her again, and this time you stay put. On the few occasions you get to breathe air instead of Hyeju's pussy juices, you can see Hyeju sucking on Yerim's neck. You can tell by the way Yerim is squirming that she wants to cum on your cock so badly. All of your hard work isn't going to go to waste—she's gonna finish, no matter what. Even though it might seem cruel to make her wait, you want this one to be the most intense climax of her life.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, pleeease." Yerim has never begged this much in her life. You've teased her before, sure, but the fire of lust has completely consumed her. She sounds like she’s crying out in need of her orgasm.

"I'm gonna c-cum so hard... I'm going to cum in you. Fuck, I'm sorry, Hyeju." You know the girl doesn’t want you to stop eating her out, but all you can think about is putting a creampie in Yerim (even if you’ve done that plenty before).

You sit up, wiping your mouth, and with one look, Yerim knows exactly what to do—hands and knees. Hyeju pouts again, but when she sees you gripping Yerim's wide hips for dear life, she looks less distraught, more in awe at the raw strength. Yerim's mouth opens when you begin pounding your cock in her tiny hole. The sounds of your balls slapping against her clit and her loud groans fill the room.

In and out, each penetration is its own dramatic event of force. Yerim's moans turn into loud cries. You're fucking her with all you've got—and when Yerim trembles, you know exactly what’s coming next. Hot, imminent, like lava bubbling toward the surface. It’s coming through her whole body, but especially her thighs jiggling; it’s coming through her cunt, soaking your length. She pushes down onto your cock, desperate for release.

"Daddy!" She moans into the pillow as she grips the headboard for support as if she was about to faint into them—and then she does just that as she cums on top of you at full speed, and you follow suit.

Your body shudders, and your balls pump out their load into Yerim's depths. Yerim's pussy squirts and leaks around your cock like a broken faucet, and you're the one to break it. You squeeze her ass, and she cries out again, her thighs clenching as she rides out her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm c-cum—" Yerim whimpers as orgasms ripple through both of your bodies one after another like waves crashing against rocks on a shoreline just before a tsunami hits it—waves that make a mess of everything in their wake before disappearing completely without leaving anything behind but sand, an unknowable, uncountable number of grains of bliss. However, the only things material left behind are all that thick seed in Yerim’s womb, trickling, flooding, and all that messy squirt on your sheets.

When it's over...

Hyeju is still there waiting. Jealousy and need and above-all-else lust are painted on her face—crumpled brows, pursed lips, red cheeks, but most of all, smoky eyes that stare at your dick, noticing that—"You're still so hard Daddy. Oh my god, I know I felt how full your balls were in my mouth but oh my god, I need it in me right now, please?"

You pull your cock out of Yerim's creampied hole, a familiar sight but nonetheless pleasant to see. "Of course." You stroke yourself until you're ready for another round—doesn’t take too long. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I know you're gonna get the biggest load out of me."

Hyeju looks up at you with those big eyes of hers that always seem so innocent even when they're turned on like they are right now. She lays on the mattress, staring at your dick. "I've never had a dick like that inside of me. I can't believe that fit inside of you Yerim."

"I know," Yerim says with a smirk. She's still dazed from her orgasm, prone on the bed letting your cum leak out onto the sheets—again, you're used to the sight (and you're used to the cleanup too), yet still you revel in the naughtiness of creampieing a gorgeous idol like her. "You just have to let it stretch you out."

Hyeju bites her lip and spreads her legs. She sighs deeply. "Daddy, please... again, don't be gentle. I'm your little cocksleeve, okay?"

Aligning your shaft with her slit, you nod. "Of course. I would never with such perfect body."

Your hands leave their position around Hyeju's hips and move up to grip either side of her face. Push forward with all of your might, and you’re surprised your head slips through her folds with ease (but it helps that she wants it that bad). Your cock is so big that it takes a few seconds before she feels even half of its size inside of her; then, you slip further, and somehow, it’s tighter than any pussy has ever been before. It's nothing like Yerim—Yerim was snug and squirty but not this tight; Hyeju is tight enough that it feels unnatural in the best way for your cock to fit inside of her, tight enough that it feels like vacuum suction pulling you because there’s nowhere to go but inward. Therefore, inward you go, her pussy lips sinking down until they’re completely stuffed, until you two are wholly attached.

In this missionary position, you're so close to Hyeju that you can only see her face (and feel her tits pushing against your chest). So it surprises you, when you feel lips on your neck—Yerim and that damned oral fixation, always needing to do something with her mouth. You don't mind though; it only spurs you on as you begin to slide your dick back out. Then, another deep thrust into Hyeju’s hole. She cries out when she feels herself being stretched out again by every inch of its length before it disappears once more. Despite that tightness, you see stress on her face: it’s emptiness, the same kind that Yerim feels when you’re not railing her every second. You can tell that Hyeju never she gets used to the sensation—she makes this sexy little noise when she feels herself being filled again, and empty again, then filled again, empty again, filled and...

Yerim moans while she fingers her own cream-filled cunt, digging some of your seed deeper as it seeps out from her pussy lips. "Fuck. Hyeju must feel so good, Daddy. I had trouble getting my fingers in that little hole. How are you fucking her this hard?"

Well, Hyeju did ask to be your little cocksleeve. You'd never admit it aloud, but even if she is as enthusiastic as ever, you know that Yerim is a lot easier to handle—that's the sort of thing that comes with experience. The way that Hyeju squirms under you, still getting used to the shape of your cock, that's what drives you to fuck harder. You're not just trying to give her an orgasm or two anymore; you're aiming to blow your load into her womb while she's fucked absolutely brainless, her eyes devoid of anything but the feeling of your dick inside her. So the more you pump your shaft into Hyeju, the more pleasure you add: your hands go from her tits to her neck.

"Ooh, Daddy, are you gonna choke her? Slap her? You should," Yerim says. "She's practically begging for it with her eyes."

You growl, and Hyeju’s posture becomes smaller, her head folding, her ears red—you’ve seen that one before.

"You're right." With one hand tightening fingers around her tender neck, you raise your other hand. You give Hyeju an intentful gaze and she nods. So you do it—smack—and the sound of the slap fills the room. Her cunt clenches, hard.

"Yes!" Hyeju cries out as you smack her again, on the other cheek, and again, one on her left breast, and again, one on her right. It's not just a flush borne out of coyness or lust anymore; it's a mark that you leave, and that mark looks so right on her tits. You can tell Hyeju agrees: she's fucking herself into you as best as she can, and you reciprocate this feedback loop. She also has her hands on her own boobs, massaging the supple flesh and pinching the hardening nubs.

Yerim joins in on the fun, adding a hand to knead too. "God, your tits are so amazing, Hyeju."

"Th-thank you."

You'll always be surprised at any timidity that comes out of Hyeju's lips, whether it's because she's so used to being confident on stage, or because it seems she's lost any sense of shame, taking your cock proudly and happily. Either way, it works for you—you love seeing her act shy sometimes. It makes you want to tease her further and drive home that she's yours.

But you don't have much time to indulge yourself with thoughts of teasing Hyeju, because Yerim grabs your dick mid-thrust. "I'm sorry Hyeju, but I neeeed more of Daddy's cock." She lies next to Hyeju and stuffs your cock into her already-used pussy.

Hyeju can barely react, and you aren't sure if that's a good thing or not. You've had a plethora of good things anyway, so you don't mind sliding back into Yerim's luscious hole. It's so sloppy with her juices and your cum, but that doesn't matter. You're going to fuck her brains out regardless.

Yerim is your greatest temptation, addiction. When you think about it, it's true: you've gotten off to her, with her, more times than anyone else, even more than you have alone. There are plenty of girls who you find attractive—for example, all the other members of LOONA—but none of them turn you on quite like Yerim does. It helps that she's the one you get to fuck on a daily basis. So even if Hyeju might have the tightest pussy you've ever had, you gladly piston inside of Yerim as if there's no tomorrow. But before Hyeju can even realize it, you're back to fucking her too. It's a difficult, dangerous charade to play, but you go back and forth, left and right between the two women. One moment, you're pounding your throttlehold-tight cocksleeve, watching her tits bounce around; the next, you're indulging in your cock-addicted slut, watching her legs jerk with every lunge. It's perfection, the amalgamation of bliss, the way your dick never strays too far from the tight warmth of Hyeju or Yerim.

As you pound away at each woman, you notice that Yerim is starting to look worn down. She's moaning less, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as you continue to fuck her. She's still got that cute little smile on her face, but it's not as bright. Maybe she's tired from the night before (when you ate her out even though she was sweaty from dance practice), or maybe she’s had too many orgasms today. Whatever it is, you know that Yerim won't be able to keep up with Hyeju's boundless stamina. It's incredible that through your relentless pumping—the sticky sweat, the musky smell, and the heat of the room—Hyeju can still bring one hand down to play with her clit while the other keeps a firm hold of your balls.

That's when you decide to take matters into your own hands. Your resolve to wear Hyeju down returns. Bring her down to her most primal state, to a melting pile of flesh and jumpy nerves. Without warning, you stop your reckless alternating pattern by pulling out of Yerim's pussy. You sit back against your headboard, the two girls in a daze, then grab Hyeju by the hair from behind, sitting her petite yet juicy ass on your lap. Nectar from her pussy soaks down into your crotch as your hands squeeze her thin waist tighter. Her hips slide back and forth in need—after all, your cock is not yet inside and she looks back and she just wants it inside more than anything else. You slide up to her chest, left hand and right hand both cupping a breast, and pull her so that her back is against your chest. Then, finally, you plunge inside of her.

It's a funny thing, how your dick can be slotted inside the most snug pussy you've ever felt, but all you can watch is Yerim drooling.

"Ooh... yesss." Hyeju moans as you push into her. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I love being filled, love, love being your fuckdoll."

You push into her as hard as possible until she screams. Again, you just see Yerim with her tongue drooping out of her mouth sloppily.

Turns out that your focus is warranted. Yerim lunges forward. Not only do you get the sensation of Hyeju's tight cunt around your dick, but you also get the sensation of Yerim's lips on your ear, sucking on your lobe. After that, you get to watch her indulge in Hyeju’s chest, and this is where the spit really begins. When Yerim has had enough time with her face in Hyeju's cleavage, she starts to focus on those taut nipples, moistening them until they're covered in spit, the same as when you first started the night.

"You're such a good girl for Daddy," Yerim says, looking up at Hyeju sweetly. You can feel Hyeju tightening up around your shaft, and it drives you to thrust into the girl in your lap harder. "Your tits taste so good. They're made to be milked."

Yerim emphasizes with a squeeze of her hand around the breast to which her mouth is latched. "Th... thank you."

"You think when Daddy pumps you full of cum, you can really get some milk out of there?"

Such a small whine out of Hyeju's lips for an even bigger reaction, her body shaking and trembling.

"Wow, that gets you going, huh?" Yerim can't lay off the teasing tone, as much as she can lay off Hyeju's tits. "That's right, baby girl. Daddy's gonna turn your womb into a sticky mess just like me, so the next time you cum all over his cock, your pretty tits can spray all that yummy milk."

"Fuuck," Hyeju says with a shiver coursing her nerves.

Your arms are tight around Hyeju now, and you're hitting her deepest parts, as fast as you can, provoked by Yerim's words. Though you creampie her plenty, this isn't the sort of thing Yerim usually indulges in. But it's clear now, by every needy motion of Hyeju, this is something they've been talking about, something she's been wanting for a long time.

Yerim smirks. Once she's done with the succulent meal of Hyeju's boobs, she leans down, tracing a path with her tongue down Hyeju's midriff. Hyeju wants to giggle, but there's barely any breath in her. Truthfully, the same goes for you, after all this bouncing. The only reason you have any energy left in you is because Yerim is determined to make you cum more than you ever have, sending whatever seed you have left inside of Hyeju—she does this by using that hungry mouth for one last lewd act: licking your dick and your ballsack whenever Hyeju is lifted off your body.

And truly, Hyeju is barely able to move on her own volition, barely able to sigh out her pleasure through her fatigued lungs. Grab her chin to make her look back at you, and you see that you’ve done it. Her eyes are empty, white as her pupils roll back, her mouth unabashedly open. She’s nothing more than her fit figure in your hands, her reflexes of her cunt clenching on your dick, a small and tight toy.

Despite the slower pace, it’s only for a brief second that Yerim gets the swipes of her tongue in; however, it's enough for Yerim to clean the cream of Hyeju's pussy off your cock, to make your muscles tense, to nurture Hyeju's clit. In search of your orgasms, Yerim's lips do not quit sucking and puckering and kissing the filthy connection between you and Hyeju. It's persistent; it's salacious—

It's the audacity of it that makes you come. You feel your balls tighten, your shaft throbs, and you let out a groan of pleasure, the first of many. Hyeju can't hide from the bliss striking her body either, and she lets out a big gasp of surprise. You're just as surprised. How many orgasms have you had today? Yet, you're turning Hyeju's pussy into an overflowing receptacle for your seed, a pulsating, gripping thing. Any of your cum that flows out from her cunt onto your cock, Yerim makes sure none of it goes to waste. Persistent licks turn her tongue into the same sticky mess as Hyeju's womb, a perfect cum-slurping tool, her saliva making it easy to coat the entire length of your shaft with your creamy load. And these two girls are going on stage the next morning with smiles on their faces, as if they weren't wringing a man dry and being wrung dry themselves.

As you pull out of Hyeju's pussy, your shaft still glistens with spit. Yerim gives a kiss on the tip as if to say, "Thank you, Daddy." You’re not sure what kind of thanks it is when Yerim purses her lips around Hyeju’s labia and sucks out the cum from Hyeju, but it’s almost enough to stiffen your dick again—you’ve never been so sore in your life; it’s time to end the night.

Hyeju gives her own gratitude with a lengthy kiss on your neck as her legs writhe around Yerim’s head. When you look up, both women smile at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction, and then that smile becomes pecks, and of course they’re so slutty that they’re sharing your creampie, swapping cum from Hyeju’s cunt along with their spit. How can you live life normally knowing this image will forever be embedded in your head?

"Fuck, you two are incredible," you murmur. After making sticky spitty bridges and twisting tongues, Hyeju and Yerim finally get a chance to breathe.

"You're the best, Daddy. We really need to do this again," Hyeju replies, and Yerim gives a nod before jumping on you with a hug. Hyeju grabs onto your arm too, and the three of you fall asleep together in ocean floor depths of sleep.

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AFF, AO3

i exist in swirling plotless voids

maybe i did write a good portion of this using AI, who knows

#kpop smut #loona smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

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Shon Seungwan - A secret

Pairing: Shon Seungwan x Female Reader

Fandom: Red Velvet

Summary: You are Joohyun's little sister who is really close with all Red Velvet's members, especially Seungwan with who you are in even more close relationship.

A/N: I'm so down bad for Wendy, it's not even a joke anymore like-😬

3rd's POV

Being pressed up against Seungwan in her closet wasn't a situation you thought that you would be when you came to Red Velvet's dorm.

Your girlfriend told you that all her members are going to be out and she's going to be the only one home. That's why you both decided to finally spend some time together after not seeing each other for months since Red Velvet were on a tour and came back a few days ago.

You and Seungwan were dating for 4 months now. You met through your older sister, Joohyun who introduced you to her members with hope that you get close with them and well you got close with them all, especially Seungwan.

You both decided to keep it a secret for 2 reasons. One, you wanted to make sure that it's a serious relationship that wouldn't end after 2 weeks and two, you didn't knew how your protective sister will react.

That's why you only showed each other affection when you were alone, just like today.

But it seemed like the girls decided to come back earlier since they were already home. And it seemed like they were looking for something in the room that you were hiding in.

"Ugh, where did Seungwan put that remote" Sooyoung grumbled while searching around the room. You lightly glared at your girlfriend for forgetting to put the remote back since then the girls wouldn't be here and you would be able to get out of the closet and put on your clothes that you took off during your intense and hot make out.

Finally they found the remote and were about to leave until Joohyun saw something.

"Hm? Isn't that Y/N's shirt?" Your eyes widen at that and you saw that Seungwan's did too. "You sure?" Seulgi asked and Joohyun nodded. "Maybe she left it here the last time she was here or Seungwan borrowed it from her" Yerim suggested and the rest of the girls nodded, feeling convinced that it may be it. The only one who was still a little suspicious was your sister.

Fortunately the girls left the room not long after.

You and your girlfriend walked out of the closet and she quickly ran to the door to lock it. "T-That was... close" She mumbled and you agreed.

"Good thing that they didn't saw your shirt because it would be too suspicious to ignore" You pointed at her shirt and she went to grab it. You both put on your clothes and quietly left the room. You slowly and carefully went to the front door and left the dorms.

After waiting for a few minutes you both entered while acting like you just came back from a walk.

"Hey guys" You greeted them when you walked into the living room, earning a greeting back. They all turned around and Joohyun eyed you carefully, making you gulp. She was smelling something's off and you didn't liked that one bit. "Where were you?" Joohyun asked you and you quickly answered "On a walk with Seungwan. Why do you ask?"

"Well because the shirt that you're wearing was in her room not that long ago" You and your girlfriend both froze, realizing that she was right. How could you made such a stupid mistake?

You tried to find words to explain it until you heard her sigh and place her hand on your shoulder. You looked up to meet her soft gaze "You don't have to say it now but know that you can come to me when you're ready to tell me the truth. I won't be mad" She said and started walking to the kitchen with other girls but before Joohyun disappeared she added "Plus I think Seungwan is a good choice"

You and your girlfriend both blushed at that before she chuckled and back hugged you tightly while you wanted to disappear from the Earth. But you still were happy that your sister accepted your relationship even if you didn't told her about it yet.

#vex writes #red velvet x reader #red velvet reactions #shon seungwan x reader #wendy x reader #shon seungwan #wendy

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shinyaharu98 · 2 years

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Unraveled Secrets - Episode 1

LOONA ViVi x Male Reader

Word Count: 1421 words

Categories: smut, masturbation, series

Disclaimer: This is my first planned series, so the first episode is quite short! But I'll be sure to take time and really try to bring the most out of it! Also ViVi is my bias, if that is not apparent enough, she deserve more attention honestly, enjoy!

Kahei is always the quiet one in the bunch. Surrounded by high energy girls every single waking moment is tough for her. If Yerim is like a ball of sunshine, Kahei is definitely like a cool breeze at night.

She is known for being the sweet, collective and dorky mat-nae, who would make you seaweed soup as breakfast, but yells at you to clean the dishes if she ever spot one dirty utensil in the sink. That is the Kahei we all know and love.

But being the only foreigner in the group, there are a lot of unknown secrets before her debut. Everything about her past was supposed to be a secret, tucked away into her own mind palace, and she would do anything to protect her most previous moments in life. But that is all about to change.

After a painful and excruciating annual dinner at BBC, LOONA went back to their infamous loonathedorm and finally catch a break.

Hyunjin is annoying Heejin and begging for her attention, Yeojin is taking selfies with some obscure background she managed to find and Olivia Hye is still picking out cotton from her clothes from that explosion incident. You know, just a normal day in loonathedorm.

Irritated by the noise, Kahei grabbed her phone and locked herself in the toilet to minimize the noise pollution. She took a big breath, and beginning to type on her phone rapidly with her skilled fingers. You would have thought that she texted one of the members to express her frustration pent up the entire day, but you would be wrong.

"Oppa, I'm stressed out again today…"

"Kahei-ya, it's okay to blow some steam out from time to time, 24/7 I'll be there."

"…Cheesy as ever."

And there you are, one of the few male contact in her phone, her secret male-friend that only he knows - Jason. The one true friend that stayed with her all the way from her debut until now.

"You really became a full-fledged Korean now huh? Don't we call each other on a first name basis?"

"Well…oppa is easier to type anyway."

"Anything that suits you, I'm fine with it."

A smile beamed across Kahei's face. She knows you are always the considerate one, and the funny one too. If only distance is not a problem, you two would probably hangout everyday single day!

"I'm still stressed out, can't we just do…the usual?"

"Sheesh, you sure is bold with me huh. Alright, ever ready to be of service."

Kahei opened up their secret meet link and video called you. She put her phone on the cistern so that you can see her entire body. Her pale skin and long black hair pairs perfectly with her thin waist and perky chest. She's not on the big side but still it is prominent enough to stand out. Clearly it's not the first time she has been doing this kind of stuff, being an idol is stressful after all.

"Do what you gotta do, Kahei." You murmured, and she begins to remove her clothing, one at a time. She was wearing a white tee with a denim jumpsuit that just overload her with cuteness. It was exactly the same outfit she wore in her debut single MV.

Just as Kahei is about to remove her jumpsuit, an intrusive thought made you interrupt her with a simple but bold request.

"Kahei, can you tie a twin tail for me please?"

"…Never knew you had that kind of fetish, Jason. Just this once okay?" Kahei begrudgingly tied her hair into twin tails, which makes her even cuter in your eyes.

You couldn't hold back your libido anymore. You pull out your fully erect shaft directly in front of your computer and begin to stroke it. No matter how many times she saw that, she's still shocked by your size and vigour.

"Your thing became so big, and all because of me…" Kahei's words slipped out as she began to rub on her clitoris. Matching your pace, she began to accelerate as she saw your veiny shaft getting larger and thicker.

You noticed she is using her words very carefully, as she is an amateur at dirty talking, so you decided to tease her a little bit.

"My what? You didn't say it properly ViVi." You teased, using her stage name. "Say it out loud or else you won't be able to see my finishing move!"

"…Disgusting." Kahei growled. She finally caved in.

"Your…your penis has become so thick and full of energy I couldn't hold it back anymore! Only if…"

Knowing her thoughts, you continued your relentless assault.

"I can make that happen, only if you say it outright, Kahei."

"Mmmh…if only you are here, I would let you have my first time...And we would make out all night, we don't stop until the sun comes up and I'll be tainted white inside out…"

A tsundere at heart.

"ViVid imagination there Kahei, you really are horny today aren't you?"

"Only for you oppa."

Up till this point, Kahei is already stark naked in front your screen. Rubbing is no longer enough to satisfy her. A burning sensation runs through her body, like a fire that has went out of control engulfed her body. You can see her rosy pink nipples stiffened as she starts fingering her vagina. You continue to stroke yourself as Cowper's fluid coated your entire shaft.

"Ngggh...! Release your semen inside me, I want to be filled by only you Jason..." Kahei moaned.

She really did tried hard to dirty talk, you realised.

Ready to climax any moment, Kahei began to signal you a countdown.

"I'm cumming! 3…2…1…!!!"

You timed it right so you can released your pent up lust with her at the same time. Semen spilled across your computer, and Kahei squirted uncontrollably as she starts to spasm. Seeing your force when you ejaculates left a great impact on her.

After some time you both calmed down a bit, waves of guilt filled inside Kahei's mind as she couldn't believe she had done it again, climaxed with her best friend, you.

Embarrassed, Kahei tried to broke the silence.

"Oppa…when do you think we are going to cross the line?"

The line huh. Different thoughts went through your head. You liked her. You always liked her since secondary school, but you just don't have the courage to express your feelings towards her, especially she is so focused on her career, and you wouldn't want to sabotage her future, wouldn't you? That's why your role has only been her "best male friend", instead of her boyfriend. Always so close, but so far.

Kahei continued her barrage of questions.

"You said you know my thoughts right? Well now prove it to me. Tell me that you know the one thing I wanted the most. Now."

You knew this moment would come, you knew this questioned will be asked. You pulled out a shiny ticket in front of your webcam.

"Ticket…? NO WAY!!!" Kahei screamed, which you don't see it everyday. One fight from Hong Kong to Korea, scheduled at next Saturday.

Testing the waters, you asked slyly.

"Did I get it right?"

"Of course you got it right! I want to see you for such a long time and I hated doing all this…this thing remotely."

"I guess your dream will come true next week then, Kahei."

Just as your conversation is going on, chattering noises can be heard outside the toilet. Kahei quickly ended the call and exited the toilet. The door flung open, and none other than Yeojin is standing in front of Kahei, blocking her way.

"Yeojin? How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to wonder why you took so long unnie! What happened?"

Kahei tried to stay calm and made up an excuse.

"My stomach really hurts, but now I'm fine already!"

Suddenly, a strange smirk appeared on Yeojin's face. Yeojin whispered into Kahei's ears.

"I heard everything unnie, and your soaked panties are out on display you know?"

Kahei's face turn beet red as she cannot believe she got caught red handed.

"Don't worry unnie, I won't tell anyone." Yeojin assures. Kahei was relieved, as she thought this problem was resolved.

"…Under one condition." The same smirky smile reappeared in Yeojin's face.

"What condition?"

"I'll join you two next week, no matter what." Yeojin beamed.

"J-join us?" Kahei was still a bit slow to catch on.

"We'll have a threesome together unnie! We'll be fucking all day and all night long! Isn't what what you asked for?"

Kahei gasped. "Language!"

"You’re the one who demands his dick to be pumped into your…"

Kahei muffled Yeojin to avoid other members’ yvesdropping.

"Fine, fine! I'll bring you along, just…keep quiet alright?"

"Score! Hopefully he will be satisfied~" Yeojin laughs as she walks away.

"What have I done…" Kahei mumbled. Little does she know, her trilogy has just begun…

#kpop smut #shinyaharu #loona male reader #male reader #male insert #loona smut #vivi smut #kahei smut #loonasmut #loonatheharem

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