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Love your works but be careful to not burnout, take break if needed its fine if the lips series doesnt end in August !

Thank you!

At the moment I'm actually wishing I could write more, not less😂😂 But I appreciate your concern. I'll continue to do my best.

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Update

Hi everyone!

Just a quick update since I'm a little behind on the lips series right now. I had to go on a spontaneous business trip today (technically I still am), which means I wasn't really able to write today and that's also the reason why I didn't get as much done over the weekend as I had hoped. I'll do my best to catch up tomorrow, but if I don't fully manage to get on schedule, I'll slowly work toward it throughout this week. So at least at the end of this week I should be up to date again.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Stay healthy everyone!

Have some sexy mommy Jiu as compensation.

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Did my Nana request for the lips series make it? :’(

Yes, it did. I just haven't gotten to it yet. But I'll write it before the month is over.

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Hi any Taeyeon in the works?

Hi!

Not right now, but there will be something in the future for sure.

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Hi! Just gotta say, I’ve been loving your Lips series so far. I didn’t expect that even with no penetration it can be that…umm..great(?) hahaha.

Anyways have a great day.

Hi!

Thanks a lot. I'm happy you're enjoying it so much. I hope you'll enjoy the upcoming chapters as well.

Stay healthy!

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Any taeyeon content coming? Was sad she wasn’t fully involved in the last snsd chapter. 🥲

There will be more Taeyeon in the future, but not right now.

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Surely someone suggested Kim Lip at some point for this Lips series

Sorry to disappoint you, but no one did.

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Can’t wait for the moment Seohyun “interacts” with reader for snsd village because of the recent works of her. Great job!

Thank you!

It'll take some time to get there of course, but I already have some great stuff planned.

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Please write Yeri for lips series. She gets caught speeding and tries to get out of a ticket. Can you also use an elegant outfit for her and make her a brat? Thanks.

Lips #16

(Yeri X Male Reader) Wordcount: 2998 words

Yeri's fingers drum nervously on the steering wheel. The hum of her car’s engine is loud in the otherwise quiet night. Blue and red lights flash in her rearview mirror, painting the inside of the vehicle in pulsing colors. Her stomach tightens as she watches the officer step out of his cruiser. She knows she was speeding. A lot. She glances up at the large billboard a few buildings away. It has her face on it. For her new drama which is going to air soon. She can’t get a ticket now. What if someone finds out?

The sound of your boots on the asphalt grows louder. Each step makes her pulse quicken. Yeri forces her breathing to slow, trying to look calm, but her leg bounces against the seat uncontrollably. What if someone drives by and recognizes her? What if this ends up online?

She swallows, her eyes fixed on the silhouette approaching her window. The knock comes a moment later and she rolls the glass down, forcing a polite smile onto her lips. You lean down, your flashlight beam sweeping briefly over her face before lowering to her lap and the dashboard.

“Evening, ma’am. You know why I pulled you over?”

Yeri forces a light laugh, hoping it hides the tightness in her chest.

“I… might have been going a little fast.”

“A little?”

Your tone is firm but not unfriendly.

“You were doing twenty over the limit.”

You glance at her license as she hands it over.

“Kim Yerim… wait, your name sounds familiar.”

Her stomach tightens. She gives a small, nervous nod.

“Yeah. I guess.”

You straighten slightly, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, being famous doesn’t mean you get to ignore traffic laws.”

“I know, I know.”

Yeri says quickly, biting her lip.

“It’s just… I was in a hurry to get back to the hotel. Long day.”

She glances around, paranoia creeping in.

“Can we maybe… keep this between us? I really don’t want people seeing me like this.”

Your expression doesn’t change much, but the pause tells her you're thinking about it.

“Well, the problem is, this isn’t something I can just forget.”

She exhales slowly, heart pounding, and leans just a little closer.

“Maybe… there’s something I can do to make you forget.”

Your gaze narrows slightly, your eyes flicking from hers to her lips.

“That’s a bold thing to say for someone like you.”

Yeri swallows, feeling the heat rise in her face.

“I just… really can’t have this get out.”

Her voice drops into a whisper.

“I’m good at… making people forget.”

You study her for a moment longer, the hum of passing cars filling the silence. Then you glance toward your cruiser, then back to her.

“Step out of the car.”

Her heart hammers in her chest as she unbuckles her seatbelt. The cool night air hits her bare legs when she steps onto the asphalt, and she notices how the parking lot you’ve pulled into is dimly lit and quiet. You guide her toward the shadowed side of her car, away from the view of the road.

Yeri looks up at you, feigning innocence but letting her fingers toy with the hem of her skirt.

“You’re not gonna write me a ticket now, right?”

“That depends on how good you are at convincing me.”

Her pulse spikes. Dropping to her knees on the rough pavement, she reaches for your belt, fingers brushing the buckle. Her movements are slow and teasing, as she looks up at you through her lashes. She unbuttons your pants, then slides the zipper down. Her breath quickens with each motion.

“Just… don’t tell anyone, okay?”

When your cock  frees itself, her lips part slightly, and she can’t hide the way her eyes widen.

“God…”

She mutters under her breath before leaning in.

The first touch is soft. Just the tip of Yeri’s tongue against your length. But the second is bolder, her mouth opening to take you in. Her hands press lightly against your thighs as she works her lips down farther, her warm tongue tracing every inch of your shaft. When you glance down, her cheeks are flushed, her pretty idol face framed by her hair as she bobs her head slowly. Drool glistens on her lips when she pulls back with a gasp, then looks up at you with a bratty little smirk.

“Still think you’re gonna write me up, officer?”

She looks more confident in her skills now. Her teasing smirk lingers for only a second before you reach down, your hand sliding into her hair. The sudden tug makes her gasp. But before she can say anything, you guide her back until her head rests against the cool metal of her own car. Her lips part instinctively, and you take advantage. You push forward into her mouth. Yeri makes a muffled sound of protest at first, her fingers gripping your thighs, but you don’t let her set the pace anymore. Your hips move with steady force, each thrust sinking your cock deeper between her lips. Her throat tightens around your length when you hit the back, her eyes fluttering as she struggles to keep up. The sight of her taking your cock only drives you harder.

Drool begins to slip from the corners of Yeri’s mouth, running down her chin. Her makeup smears as her eyes water: Black streaks start tracing down her flushed cheeks. She tries to keep stroking you with one hand, but you pin her head firmly in place against the car. You turn her into nothing but a wet, desperate hole for you to use. When you glance down, her idol face is a mess. Spit shining on her lips, strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks, eyes wide and glossy as she gags around you.

Every time you pull out, she gasps for air, only to have you slam back in. Her muffled whimpers and the sloppy sounds of her throat echo faintly in the empty parking lot. Yeri claws weakly at your thighs, but there’s no real resistance anymore. Instead, her tongue starts moving more eagerly around you, her body giving in even as her face becomes soaked in spit and smeared makeup. You don’t ease up, not even when her throat tightens desperately around your shaft. Every thrust grows rougher and wetter. Her muffled cries are being swallowed by your relentless rhythm. Her head thumps lightly against the car with each push, her body trembling as she’s reduced to nothing but a toy.

Finally, with a deep growl, you shove your entire cock fully inside Yeri's mouth. Her lips stretch wide around your size, nose pressed against your stomach as her throat convulses. Her hands ball into fists against your thighs, her whole body shuddering as she struggles to take you all the way down. You hold her there. Seconds drag out, her throat fluttering around you, her chest heaving as she tries to breathe through her nose. Her eyes are wide and glossy, tears spilling down her cheeks, her jaw trembling as she endures it. When you finally let her go, she coughs around you, gasping sharply as you pull out. Long strings of saliva connect her lips to your length, and when you glance down, you see your dick glistening. It’s completely drenched in her spit, shining wet from base to tip.

Yeri wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, but only ends up smearing the mess across her flushed cheeks. She looks up at you, panting, her lips swollen and glossy, her makeup ruined.

“…Still think I deserve that ticket?”

She asks hoarsely, but there’s still too much brattiness in her voice for your taste.

You grab a fistful of her hair and drag her closer again. Her lips part instinctively, waiting for you. But instead of giving her what she wants, you pull back and slap her cheek with your slick, saliva coated length. The wet sound echoes in the quiet parking lot, followed by the smear of spit across her flushed skin. Yeri gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. But when you draw back again, she tilts her face toward you, desperate to catch your cock in her mouth.

You don’t let her.

Another slap lands on the other side of her face, leaving her makeup streaked even further, her cheeks shining with drool. She whimpers, sticking out her tongue to try and catch you. But you pull back just enough to make her miss. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing turning desperate. She tries again, leaning forward with her lips parted, but all she gets is another messy smack across her lips and cheek, leaving her even wetter. Her tongue darts out greedily, chasing every inch of your length, but you keep teasing her, dragging yourself across her face until strands of spit stretch between her lips and your tip once more.

Yeri looks ruined. Smeared mascara, damp cheeks, saliva dripping down her chin. But her eyes burn with hunger now.

“Please…Just… let me taste it again…”

Her neediness grows with every second you deny her. She tries lunging forward, but you tighten your grip on her hair and keep her in check. When you finally let her have something, it’s just the very tip brushing past her lips. Her eyes go wide, relief washing over her as her tongue immediately swirls against your skin. She sucks softly, almost hungrily, her cheeks hollowing as if she’s trying to draw you in further. But you don’t let her take more. Your hand holds her steady, forcing her to focus only on what you give her. The sensation makes your whole body tense. Her tongue pressing eagerly against the underside of your shaft, lips sealing tight around the swollen tip. Every flick, every suck, every desperate swirl is like fire running up your spine.

“Look at you.”

You groan, glancing down at her ruined face. Her cheeks are flushed, spit shining on her skin, strands of hair stuck to her damp lips.

“An idol, on her knees in a parking lot, acting like she hasn’t eaten in days. Starving for cock.”

Yerimoans around you, the sound muffled but vibrating against your tip.

“Not so glamorous now, are you?”

You taunt, pulling her hair just enough to make her eyes lock on yours.

“All that greed… all that hunger… just for the taste of me.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, her lips suctioning tighter. She looks up at you with pleading, glassy eyes. Yeri is humiliated and messy, but unable to stop herself from worshipping the little you allow her.

With a sharp tug on her hair, you pull your tip free from her mouth. A wet pop echoes in the air, followed by a string of spit hanging between her lips and your tip. Her chest heaves as she pants, her face glistening and ruined.

“Not yet.”

You continue to deny her, which makes Yeri pout up at you.. You drag your slick length across her cheek again, smearing more spit and precum over her skin.

Slap.

The sound is wet, degrading, and it makes her flinch, only to lean forward immediately after, lips parting to try and catch you. You pull back just in time. She misses, a whimper leaving her throat.

“Beg for it.”

You tell her, voice dark and commanding. Another slap lands across her lips, leaving them glossy with spit.

“If you want it so bad, prove it.”

Yeri’s tongue darts out desperately, chasing you as you tap her chin, her cheek, her nose.

“Please…”

She gasps between messy slaps. Her voice almost sounds broken.

“Please, I need it… I’ll be good-”

Slap.

This time across both her cheeks, leaving her even wetter. She moans from the humiliation, her lips already chasing you again.

“Say it.”

You hold your tip just out of reach.

“Say what you are.”

Yeri’s eyes glaze with shame and lust. Her lips tremble before the words spill out.

“I’m your slut… I’m your cock hungry slut. Please feed me.”

You smirk and drag yourself across her swollen lips again, watching her tremble and beg, desperate for more. Her begging is still spilling out when you finally shove your cock forward, just enough to bury your tip inside one of her cheeks. Her lips stretch wide, drool already spilling from the corner of her mouth as you hold her there. She tries to take more, her throat working hungrily, but you keep her steady with a fistful of her hair. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, desperate for every drop of taste you’ll give her. Your free hand comes up and you slap her across her spit slick cheek. The sharp sound bounces off the quiet parking lot, and her muffled whine vibrates around your tip. Yeri moans again when you do it a second time, saliva spilling down her chin. Her thighs squeeze together as if she can’t help herself.

“Pathetic.”

You groan, slapping her again, watching her makeup smear further.

“Moaning while you’re being used like this? You really are nothing but a desperate little slut.”

Her muffled cries only grow needier, her tongue pressing harder against you inside her cheek, sucking noisily. Every moan, every whimper, every wet sound just drives your control thinner. You yank your cock free again, spit snapping between her lips and your tip. She whines immediately, her voice needy. Her mouth opens, tongue flicking out, but you don’t let her take you back in.

Instead, you press down, lowering yourself until your full length lies heavy across her ruined face. The weight of it makes her shiver, her lips automatically parting to kiss along the side. Her tongue darts out to lap at the underside, tasting herself in the mix of spit and precum smeared across her cheeks. Your hands grip her head firmly, keeping her pinned in place beneath you. She can’t move. She can’t escape. The only thing she can do is worship you. Soft, wet kisses, desperate licks, messy smears that leave her face shining even more.

“Feel that?”

You grind just enough to make her whimper.

“That’s all you’re good for. My cock, on your face..”

Yeri’s eyes flutter shut, another needy moan slipping past her swollen lips.

“Beg for it. If you want my cum, you better prove you’re worthy of it. Say it.”

Her voice is muffled beneath the weight of your dick, but the desperation cuts through.

“Please… please, I need it. I’ll take it all. Paint my face. Just give it to me… I’m your slut. Your dirty slut. Please cum for me.”

Pinned beneath your weight, her lips tremble against you as she keeps kissing, licking, worshiping however she can. You keep her still, grinding lazily across her face, smearing her with more of her own saliva.

“Not good enough,”

Your grip on her hair tightens

“You want me to finish? Then prove you’ll earn it.”

She gasps, her tongue darting out desperately, lapping at the tip whenever it drags close to her mouth.

“Please… please, let me have it. I need it. I’ll do anything…”

Your cock rests heavy across her lips, and she kisses along the swollen head with shaky moans.

“You can use me again. Anytime. Anywhere. Nobody has to know. I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want-”

Yeri’s voice cracks with a mix of shame and need. She tilts her face, pressing wet kisses against your length, eyes glazed as she stares up at you.

“Please… make me your cum rag. I’ll take it all, I’ll swallow it, I’ll wear it. Just… just let me have it.”

You smirk, dragging yourself slowly across her cheeks again, watching her whimper with every pass.

“Say it again.”

She shudders beneath you, voice breaking as she begs louder, more shamelessly.

“I’m your slut. Your toy. Please, use me again and again. Just give me your cum now. Cover me. Ruin me. Please…”

You finally lift yourself off her face, your cock pulling away with a slick sound. She gasps softly at the sudden absence, strands of spit and precum still clinging from her lips to your tip.

“Use both hands.”

Yeri obeys instantly, wrapping both hands around you, her delicate fingers sliding over your slick length. Her strokes are frantic at first, desperate to please. But you tighten your grip on her hair until she slows, matching the pace you want.

“That’s it.”

You groan, watching her ruined face, flushed and dripping.

“Eyes on me.”

Yeri’s wide, glassy eyes lock onto yours as her small hands twist and slide, working you from base to tip. Each upward pull makes your breath hitch, precum smearing across her knuckles before dripping back down onto her already ruined skin. Her lips part as if she’s about to beg again, but all that comes out is a soft moan. Her tongue darts out to lick at the air like she wishes she could take you back in.

The tension in your body coils tight, too tight to hold back any longer. With a sharp grunt, you grab her wrists, forcing her to keep stroking as your climax comes crashing down on you. Your cock jerks in her grip, and then it hits her. Thick ropes splatter across her cheeks, her lips, her nose. More spurts follow, painting her forehead, dripping down onto her chin, streaking into her hair. She gasps at the mess, blinking rapidly as her lashes catch drops of white. Her lips part, tongue flicking out instinctively to taste the streaks dripping past her mouth. By the time you’re done, her whole face is drenched. It’s shining, dripping and utterly ruined. And still, Yeri keeps her hands moving gently, milking the last drops out of you as if she can’t stand to stop.

“Good slut. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Her breath shudders. Her voice is low and broken.

“Yes… all of it. Always.”

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Lips series, seulrene make out. Some 69 and pussy grinding would be hot too

Lips #15

(Irene X Seulgi) Wordcount: 2126 words

Backstage is all hectic and crowded. Seulgi pops into Irene’s personal space without knocking. Her eyes bright.visibly excited for the performance to start. She leans in on impulse, kisses Irene’s cheek in a quick, warm peck.

 “You look hot today, unnie.”

Irene blinks once, caught off guard by the heat of Seulgi’s mouth and the way the word hot sticks. She wants to say something, but the stage manager’s count crackles in the hallway. Two minutes. Seulgi is already gone and Irene is left smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle in her costume, cheek tingling where Seulgi’s lips landed.

On stage, everything is muscle memory. Cameras flash. The roar of the crowd. Irene’s body knows the choreography so well she can watch the audience and still hit every mark. But Seulgi keeps slipping into the edges of her vision. The glint of sweat at her collarbone. The joy in her smile. The sway of her hips as she whips through the chorus. When Seulgi passes close for a formation change, her fingers graze Irene’s wrist. A simple touch that feels way too heated. The kiss on the cheek flares again. Hot, unnie. Irene breathes through it. Professional and perfect. And yet, every time the lights die between songs, her thumb brushes the place Seulgi kissed as if checking for a print.

Encore detonates in confetti. Final bow. Backstage is now just as chaotic as before. Irene slowly begins to calm down after the performance, nodding, smiling, saying thank you to everyone around with practiced warmth. Seulgi finds her after both get separated for a second. Her hand is at the small of Irene’s back for one second.

“Your room.”

Irene can’t hear her over the noise, but she manages to read Seulgi’s lips.

The wrap up takes hours. Meet-and-greet. Post-show content. Debrief. The tour bus coughs them up at an expensive hotel near midnight. Irene showers, then throws on simple and soft pajamas. She orders a late tray out of habit. Fruit, sparkling water and macaroons. After her order arrives there’s a knock on the door. She doesn’t ask who it is. She opens. Seulgi slips inside in pale pajama shorts and a thin, oversized T-shirt that hangs off one shoulder. Her hair is damp, a long, clean river down her back. Bare face, flushed from her own shower. She looks cute. Completely different from her look just a couple of hours ago.

“Permission to raid your fruit.”

Seulgi giggles, already padding barefoot to the table. She plucks a grape, then another, lips curling around the green orbs with a smile.

“You always order better snacks.”

“That’s because you always come to me.”

Irene’s voice sounds steady. It would sound drier if her pulse would be going at a normal pace right now.

“You could have stayed in yours.”

“Wanted to see you.”

Seulgi says it like a shrug, but the words feel heavier than they usually do. She hops onto the small sofa, legs tucked underneath her, and watches Irene.

“You were…”

She searches Irene’s face.

“I don’t know. There was something going on with you tonight. You looked cooler than usual, unnie.”

“Cooler?”

Irene repeats, amused. She laughs, but then remembers how close Seulgi’d comment just now was compared to earlier. She reaches for a macaron that tastes like roses and decides it’s too sweet.

“You said something before the show.”

Seulgi smiles, slightly hesitant.

“I did. And I meant it.”

Silence falls around them. The air conditioner hums. The city lights beyond the window blink like little stars. Irene sits beside Seulgi on the sofa, close enough for the warmth to pass between their thighs. She turns her face. Seulgi is already looking at her mouth.

“Say it again.”

Irene says, and it is not what she planned to say. It comes out as a breathless whisper. Almost a plea.

Seulgi lifts her hand and carefully brushes a strand of Irene’s hair behind her ear.

“You look hot, unnie.”

The word lands heavier this time. A little rough. Almost as if Seulgi really believes in it.

Irene leans in and kisses her.

It’s gentle for half a second, then more passionate. Seulgi’s mouth parts on a quiet sound that Irene feels rather than hears. Then Seulgi kisses back like she’s been waiting across the entire concert to do this. Soft, then pressing. Tasting. Seulgi’s hand slides to Irene’s waist and holds her there. Irene’s palm finds Seulgi’s jaw, thumb stroking the hinge. They break off for a second and breathe and find themselves again. Seulgi’s teeth catch Irene’s lower lip. Irene makes a noise that surprises them both and claws a little at Seulgi’s shoulder to pull her closer.

“Unnie.”

Seulgi whispers into her mouth.

“Come here.”

Irene answers, and Seulgi is already there. They topple sideways into the couch corner, legs tangling. Irene swings a knee over Seulgi’s thigh and settles. The silk of her pajamas drag over Seulgi’s bare skin. Seulgi inhales sharply, hands tightening at Irene’s waist. They find a slow, instinctive grind, testing pressure, finding the exact angle that makes them both let out gasps and whimpers. The thin cotton of Seulgi’s shorts dampens under the steady, building friction. Irene’s top clings to the heat rising between them. Seulgi kisses along Irene’s jaw to the soft place under her ear and Irene shivers in a full body shake that ends as a helpless roll of her hips.

“Bed.”

Seulgi whispers, and Irene nods, not trusting her voice. They go there laughing because they stand at the same time and bump foreheads. Seulgi trips on the edge of the rug and Irene grabs her. The bed is wide and white. Seulgi kneels on it and holds out both hands. Irene takes them and crawls between her thighs and they are kissing again, deeper now, like they’ve agreed to take things further.

Clothes remain, for now though. Irene palms Seulgi’s ribs through the thin shirt. Seulgi drags her nails up Irene’s spine under the silk, leaving electric trails. Irene lifts the hem of Seulgi’s shirt and mouths at the warm line beneath her breasts through cotton, teeth teasing the fabric. Her tongue flattens until Seulgi’s back arches into a soft, bitten off “ah…”

“I want-”

Irene says, stops, swallows. Seulgi’s pupils are wide, her smile bigger than usual.

“I want all of you.”

“Take it.”

Seulgi breathes, and that’s permission and provocation enough.

Irene eases Seulgi down and kisses her lips. Then kisses lower. Throat, collarbone, sternum. She mouths Seulgi’s nipple through the shirt until it hardens fully. Seulgi gasps and fists the sheets to keep from grabbing Irene’s hair too hard. The older one’s hand slides between Seulgi’s knees and presses them apart. The damp heat against Seulgi’s shorts grows undeniable. Irene strokes with the heel of her palm, watching Seulgi’s face. Seulgi's hips answer without instruction. The steady grind has her hips twitching.

“Unnie…”

Seulgi tries again, and Irene hushes her by slipping two fingers under the hem of Seulgi’s shorts. The wet cotton clings to her slick skin. Seulgi’s eyes slam shut. Irene’s hand is on the younger one’s panties as she does small circles through the fabric, until Seulgi’s breath breaks. Then Irene slides the cotton aside and touches her bare pussy.

Seulgi’s entire body says yes. They could stay here. Irene could make Seulgi cum with her fingers and her tongue. Seulgi could turn Irene on top of her and ride her thigh to the edge. But the spark that started in a backstage kiss has become a fire. Both of them want to feel each other completely.

Seulgi flips them in one quick motion. She straddles Irene and grinds down slow enough to make them both whine. Irene’s head tips back. Seulgi kisses the curve of her throat and opens her mouth wider against Irene’s pulse. She isn't biting, but her teeth graze her skin. Irene’s hands are everywhere. Seulgi’s waist. Seulgi’s ass. And the small of her back, pulling her down, guiding her.

“Turn with me.”

Irene sounds breathless.

Seulgi knows what she means. She slides off and they kiss again because they can't stop each other’s lips. Then Seulgi lies back and Irene crawls over her, spins and settles in a sixty-nine. Irene above, Seulgi below, thighs closing around ears, mouths slightly parted.

For a second, everything holds. Irene can smell Seulgi. Her coconut bodywash and the salty sweet heat of her arousal. And it makes her brain spin. Seulgi looks up and all she can see is Irene’s silk covered hips. The curve of her ass under her shorts and a small damp patch she wants to lick through the fabric just to hear Irene gasp. She doesn’t make her wait. Seulgi tugs Irene’s shorts aside and kisses her. Slow and soft as if she’s afraid to hurt her. Irene makes a sound Seulgi has never heard from her. It’s a low, grateful groan. She lowers her head to return the favor. Seulgi is wet enough that Irene’s tongue slides with ease. She parts Seulgi’s folds with two careful fingers and licks a long, broad stripe that makes Seulgi’s thighs clamp for one helpless second around Irene’s ears before she relaxes and opens and lets her in.

The two of them talk without words. Irene licks Seulgi with expertise she has in counting beats. Slow, slow, quick. Slow, slow, quick. Pressure, rhythm, pace. Everything is perfect. Seulgi moans into Irene’s pussy and the vibration makes Irene’s arms tremble. She answers by circling Seulgi’s clit with the tip of her tongue until the younger one reaches for a pillow, muffling a cry that sparks into Irene’s bones. Seulgi’s hands slide to Irene’s ass, pull her down, and she eats her like she’s starving. Her nose nudges the slick place where Irene is softest, tongue flattening to catch every drop of her slick.

“Fuck…”

Irene moans into Seulgi’s pussy, exhaling more warm air into her already hot cunt. Her hips start to rock without permission. She forces herself to focus on Seulgi again, two fingers slipping inside on the downstroke of Seulgi’s breath. They curl, finding the place that makes Seulgi arch off the bed so hard she nearly throws Irene off.

“Unnie…”

Her whimper into Irene’s pussy has the older one shiver.

“Don’t stop…please don’t…”

Irene doesn’t stop. She sets a rhythm with her hand and seals her mouth around Seulgi’s clit, drawing her up and up. In answer, Seulgi locks her mouth to Irene’s own clit and sucks. Greedy, hungry and devoted. She slides two fingers into Irene from below, pressing rhythm into rhythm until they start to breathe together, like dancers syncing without cue. Just like on stage earlier.

Their heat climbs and grows. The room around them seems to shrink and warm up. Irene’s thighs shake over Seulgi’s cheeks. Seulgi’s calves knot with effort. They each try to be generous and selfless to make the other go first, to be the one who breaks after. It becomes impossible. Seulgi whimpers, broken and breathless. Irene groans, long and deep. Both of them push, both of them hold, and then, like a wave meeting itself at the crest, they break together. Irene’s mouth falters. Seulgi’s hips stutter. They both moan and whine into each other. They ride their highs, shaking, slick, flushed cheeks.

When Irene can breathe without seeing stars, she eases her fingers out of Seulgi with hesitance. She kisses her softly once more and rolls off carefully, turning to face Seulgi. They’re both a mess. Hair everywhere, thighs damp, shirts stained. Seulgi laughs, shy but warm and Irene kisses the laugh right off her mouth.

“Hi.”

Seulgi says, stupidly.

“Hi.”

Irene answers, equally stupid. And they grin into each other’s lips like idiots who have just gotten away with something both forbidden and incredible.

They don’t speak for a while. The city does its muted blinking. The AC hums continuously. Irene’s hand strokes Seulgi’s shoulder in absent circles. The younger one’s toes nudge Irene’s ankle until they hook. They doze and wake and doze again in the soft sheets.

Eventually Seulgi shifts, propping herself on one elbow. Her free hand smoothes Irene’s hair from her forehead.

“I didn’t plan the cheek kiss.”

She chuckles.

““It just…happened.”

Irene meets her eyes and sees exactly how genuine Seulgi is.

“It happened.” 

She agrees. She licks her lips, tasting Seulgi and sees Seulgi see her do it. Heat flickers again, tired but still lingering.

“You made my night perfect.”

Seulgi leans in and kisses her, not heated or passionate. Just lovingly. She pulls back, studies Irene’s face the way she studied choreography when she was a trainee.

“Do you want me to stay?”

There’s no teasing in her question.

Irene threads their fingers.

“Yes.”

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Hi everyone!

I apologize for the delay, but I hope you enjoyed the chapter anyway. I had a lot of stuff to do and din't have time to finish this until now. I'll do my best to write today's and tomorrow's chapters tomorrow.

Stay healthy!

[authorhjk1]

For sparkling gold I’ll pass for now since I’m drawing up blanks.

Thanks

Guessing anon

That's a shame. Hope your next guesses are correct.

Stay healthy!

[authorhjk1]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B6q65Z9Jzdq/?igsh=Zjh3cW1qdjdrcnJ3

Not sure if request for the colors series is still open, but if it is, could you do one for this Umji, either a bronze part 3 or separate title works

Sparkling Gold

(Umji X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1007 words

When Umji sees you watching her she feels a familiar heat rising inside of her. You're sitting in the crowd of people while she and her members are performing. At first she wasn't entirely sure, but now she knows. Your eyes mainly follow her. And as the performance continues on, Umji can't help but put more effort in. Her hips sway a little more, her smile turns into something more teasing and her eyes lock onto yours whenever she can.

You watch Umji's body move on stage and it soon feels like she only dances for you. Hours of practice have her muscles moving without her having to think about it. But the little changes she's making shows you that she loves your attention. A lip bite here, a finger running up her thigh there.

After the performance, you wait for Umji backstage. She makes her way through her members, dancers and staff until she finally reaches you.

"Did you like it?"

She's still breathing heavy, but her eyes glow with a satisfied sparkle. Just like her golden dress. She looked so gorgeous while dancing and now that she's so close you can smell a hint of her perfume mixed with her sweat.

“I loved it.”

The corner of her lips curve upward. Umji takes one step closer, then another, until her body nearly brushes yours. Her gaze flicks briefly toward the crowd of people behind her, then back to you.

“Come with me.”

Her fingers curl around your wrist and she tugs you through a narrow hallway lined with cables and stacked speakers. The sound of the stage is still a muffled thump through the walls, but back here it’s quieter. She pushes open the door to a small storage room and steps inside, pulling you in with her before shutting the door. The instant it clicks shut, her hand is on your chest, pressing you lightly back against it. For a moment, Umji just looks at you, her eyes roaming over your face, your shoulders, lingering at your lips. Then she closes the gap, kissing you slowly at first. The kiss deepens quickly, her hands sliding up around your neck, fingers threading into your hair. She’s close enough now that you feel the faint tremble in her thighs, the heat radiating from her body. When you grip her hips, she presses into you, her dress riding higher with the movement. You feel the shimmer of the fabric under your hands, smooth against your fingers as you guide her back toward the wall. Her breath hitches when your mouth trails along her jaw, down to her neck. She tilts her head slightly, offering you more of her. Your lips and teeth grazing her skin until she lets out a small, unrestrained sound.

“Mm… I’ve wanted this since I saw you.”

She whispers, her hands sliding down to your waistband.

“And we only have a few minutes.”

Instead of rushing though, Umji teases. Her fingers brush just under your shirt, nails dragging lightly over your stomach, then lower. You match her pace, your hands gliding up the back of her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin as her dress rides higher. By the time you finally touch her through her underwear, she’s already wet, her hips pressing subtly into your hand. She catches your eye then, lips slightly parted. Umji has never looked hotter.

Your fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear and tug them down just enough. She steps out of them in one smooth movement, her eyes never leaving yours. You free yourself and step in, pressing her back against the wall. She lifts one leg to your hip, the hem of her golden dress riding higher to reveal the curve of her thigh. Her hand finds and guilds your cock and with one sharp roll of her hips you’re inside her.

Umji’s mouth falls open, a quiet gasp escaping as she clutches your shoulders. The tight heat of her around you nearly makes you lose it right there, but you hold on, setting a quick, deep rhythm. She meets each thrust with her own, her nails digging into the back of your neck to keep you close.

“God… yes.”

She whispers, trying to keep her voice low but failing as you drive into her harder. The sound of your bodies meeting fills the small space and you’re a little afraid someone passing by might hear. But it almost feels like Umji would like that even more. After the park from last time, you’re convinced she even would’ve let you fuck her on stage if you asked nicely. Her head tips back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. She is tightening around you, her breath becoming faster, her body tensing in your arms.

You thrust harder, faster, until she clamps down on you with a shudder, her soft moan breaking into sharp breaths. It almost feels like a small orgasm. The sudden tightness of her pussy overwhelms you. Umji’s slick lubricates your cock as you continue to drive yourself in and out of her. But the feeling drags you right over the edge just a few thrusts later. Your grip on her hips tightens as you release inside her, the heat of it spilling into her in deep, pulsing waves. Umji feels your cum flood her insides while your hands hold her almost painfully tight.

For a moment, you stay pressed against her, your foreheads touching as you both catch your breath. Then she slowly lowers her shaking leg. She smooths her dress back down with trembling hands. Her hair is now a mess. But her lips curve into a sly smile.

“Too bad no one caught us.”

She opens the door and slips back into the chaos of backstage, leaving you with the taste of her still on your lips and the faint scent of her perfume in the air. And as you watch her disappear, you wonder again. How much would Umji give to let the world watch you fuck her.

[authorhjk1]

Please do Seohyun for the lips series. As plot, I think it'd be hot if she is a pornstar filming a blowbang with 10 guys.

Thanks!

Lips #14

(Seohyun) Wordcount: 1103 words

Seohyun kneels in the center of the set, perfectly centered for the cameras. Her long black hair spills over her shoulders, framing her delicate face and full lips. She wears nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. The only accessory she has is a collar that says “Slut”. Her chest rises and falls with quick, excited breaths as the producer gives the signal.

Around her stand ten men, all their cocks already thick and hard. She feels small and exposed, encircled like that, every set of eyes fixed on her, every length within reach. But that’s exactly why Seohyun agreed to this shoot. She likes that feeling.

She now looks up at them, lips slightly parting in anticipation. She gives them a seductive and inviting smile. Then, her hand wraps around the nearest shaft. It’s warm and heavy in her palm, and she leans forward to take it between her lips. Her tongue circles lazily at first, tasting the salt of pre cum, feeling him twitch against her mouth. Before he’s even fully down her throat, her other hand finds the next man. She strokes him in long, smooth pulls. Seohyun keeps her rhythm steady. Her mouth and hand work in sync. Until she feels another body step closer. She glances up just in time to see his shadow fall over her face before she parts her lips and lets him slide in beside the first.Two men. Her throat stretches, her jaw aches. But she only pushes further. The wet sounds echo off the walls. The rest of the circle closes in.

Seohyun switches seamlessly, one in her mouth, one in her hand, swapping so no one is left waiting too long. Her lipstick is gone within minutes, smeared across her chin, mixed with saliva that glistens under the studio lights. She looks up often, meeting their gazes, eyes wide and glossy, making each of them feel like the only one she’s pleasing. She even manages to look into the nearest camera here and there, switching between innocent puppy dog eyes and seductive gazes.

Hands find her hair in a tight grip. One man starts thrusting into her mouth harder, using her throat like it’s his. She gags softly but doesn’t attempt to stop him. The sound only makes the others groan. She can taste the faint musk of sweat as another man presses the head of his cock to her cheek while she works the one in her mouth.

They keep her busy. Three, sometimes four cocks in her hands at once, two men trading places between her lips. Seohyun’s lips are slick now, her wrists move constantly, her jaw stretches again and again. Her moans are muffled, but they vibrate through every cockshe takes. She feels them throb under her touch, hears their breathing get heavier. Her bra straps slip from her shoulders, exposing more of her pale skin for them to see. A rough hand slides under to squeeze her breast while she keeps stroking two more cocks.

“Fuck, she’s greedy.”

Seohyun just hums around the length in her mouth in agreement.

The pace builds. One man grabs her head with both hands, fucking into her face so fast her eyes water. She tries to stroke the others at the same time, but his thrusts are relentless. They force her to focus on him until he pulls out, leaving her gasping. The break is short. Another cock fills her mouth immediately, and she takes it without having to think twice. Her eyes find the camera once again as Seohyun gets her throat fucked.

They start using her in shifts. Two men feed her their lengths while others pump their fists over her slick, flushed skin, ready to mark her face. She loses herself in it. The overwhelming heat. The taste. The smell of all of them around her.

Seohyun’s hair is a mess now, strands sticking to her cheeks from the spit and pre cum coating her skin. Her mascara runs in dark streaks, but her eyes are bright, locked onto the men towering above her. She’s panting through her wet lips, stroking two cocks at once while another pushes into her mouth so deep her nose presses against his stomach. She moans around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. When he pulls out, he’s dripping, and her tongue follows him like she doesn’t want to let go.

Seohyun can feel how they’re all getting closer. They aren’t just tightening their circle around her, but also begin to reach their orgasms. Their cocks pulsate and twitch inside her mouth and hands. She knows it’s only a matter of time. She winks into the camera, aware that she’s going to get her face painted by ten men in a matter of moments.

One man grits his teeth and suddenly unloads across her cheek. Hot and thick.. Seohyun gasps, but before she can react, another groans and paints her jaw and lips. She’s still working two more in her hands when a third bursts across her forehead. The cum slips down toward her eyebrow. They don’t stop. Her hands keep pumping, her mouth opening wide for the next. Warm ropes hit her chin, her nose, her hairline. Each one makes her flinch just slightly, but she doesn’t break her rhythm. Her hands stroke faster, milking every last drop from them.

“Look at her face…”

One of them groans, right before he joins the others, streaking her cheek and lips again.

The final two are already close. Seohyun alternates her mouth between them, sucking hard, stroking the other with quick, wet pulls until they both groan loudly. One coats her lips so thick she has to lick them just to breathe. The last finishes with a sharp grunt, aiming for her open mouth but splattering across her nose and cheeks. Even her choker got hit in the end. Drops of cum stain the black leather.

By the time they’re done, Seohyun is drenched. Her face glistens under the studio lights, every inch marked. Strands of hair stick to her wet skin, and she slowly licks a bit from the corner of her mouth, swallowing before giving them a dazed, satisfied smile.Then she turns back to the camera. Another wink, followed by making a show out of tasting their cum. She finishes the video by starting to clean the cocks around her.

“Cut!”

Seohyun continues to lick their dicks as if she didn’t hear the producer’s shout.

“What do you guys think about working longer today?”

Her mischievous grin is covered in cum and her voice is slightly hoarse.

[authorhjk1]

Please write Gahyun for your lips series. I heard she's trying to start as an actress. Maybe you could write something for that?

Also, if it's not too much trouble, please use that one picture of her in a white skirt and blue shirt where she holds up her hair. Sorry, but I can't send pictures.

Lips #13

(Gahyun X Male Reader) Wordcount: 2426 words

Gahyun sits across from you, her posture perfect. She’s dressed in a white denim skirt and blue polo shirt. You try your best not to look at her chest while she’s sitting straight, but it’s hard to look away. 

“I’m not here for a small role.”

You knew she’d be demanding. A brat even. After all, she’s an idol who wants to start her acting career. And like all of them, she thinks she’s the best.

“I want something important. Lead, or at least second lead. Something that matters.”

You lean back in your seat, watching her over the rim of your coffee cup.

“You haven’t acted before. Starting small isn’t an insult. It’s how you prove yourself.”

Gahyun shakes her head.

“I don’t need to prove myself with something forgettable.”

You wonder if that pout is on purpose or if she’s just constantly pouting all the time.

“I know I can handle more. You just have to give me the chance.”

You set the cup down slowly. 

“And why should I take that risk?”

For the first time, she breaks eye contact. Her gaze drops lower for a moment, before she looks back up with a smirk.

“Because…”

She says softly, leaning forward over the table.

“I can make it worth your while.”

There’s no mistaking her meaning now.

“Careful.”

Your voice is low, though your eyes narrow in interest. She doesn’t back away. Instead, Gahyun leans just a little bit further, clearly teasing you with the hint of her cleavage.

“I’m not careful. I get what I want.”

You let the silence stretch, curious how far she’s willing to push. Gahyun tilts her head as if she’s slightly confused by your unresponsiveness.

“Maybe you just don’t have the eye for real talent.”

She comes to her own conclusion.

“Or maybe you’re scared to gamble on someone who can outshine your favorites.”

Your brows lift slightly.

“You think you’re that good?”

“I know I am.”

She leans in and lowers her voice, now almost lying on the table.

“And I know how to make you remember me when you’re casting your next project.”

Before you can reply, she slides her chair back just enough to slip under the table. The movement is fluid and quick. One moment she’s looking you in the eye, the next she’s kneeling in the shadow beneath the tablecloth.

“You’re bold.”

You acknowledge, feeling her hands find your thighs.

“Bold gets big roles.”

She whispers back as her fingers start working at your belt.

Around you, the café remains busy, the conversations masking the much more dangerous silence at your own table. The metal buckle clicks softly as Gahyun works it loose, then slides your zipper down with slow precision. Her hands are steady, but you can hear the faint edge of her breathing beneath the table.

“You’re really doing this here?”

You glance casually around the café. No one’s looking your way.

“That’s the point.”

Gahyun whispers, fingers slipping inside to wrap around your cock.

“You’ll remember me.”

Her touch is warm and she quickly strokes you to full hardness before her lips replace her hand. The first brush of her mouth sends a pulse of heat through you. Her tongue teases at the tip before she seals her lips around you completely. You keep your face neutral for anyone who might glance over, but under the table, your fingers tighten on the edge as she takes more of your length inch by inch. Her pace is unhurried at first, almost taunting, as if she’s daring you to stop her. The quiet suction, the faint swirl of her tongue, all hidden beneath the white tablecloth, make this moment almost feel like a dream.

“You want a lead role, you’d better make me believe you deserve it.”

She hums against you in answer, the vibration traveling up your length as she sinks deeper.

At first, Gahyun keeps her rhythm steady, her lips gliding over your shaft with calculated control. She wants you to feel every movement of her tongue, every pull of her mouth. Her hand works in time with her lips, twisting slightly at the base as she bobs her head. But the longer she’s down there, the more her composure starts to crack. Her breathing grows heavier, her pace quicker. The soft, neat sounds give way to wetter, messier ones. Her spit begins to coat you, dripping down to her hand, making each stroke slicker. She takes your cock deeper, pushing past the point of comfort, until her throat tightens and she gags softly around you.

You glance around the café again. Still no one’s watching. But under the table, Gahyun is becoming a complete mess for you. Her mouth leaves with a wet pop before she dives back in, faster now, her own ambition driving her. Drool slips from the corner of her lips, dripping onto your thigh as she struggles to take you to the hilt. The gagging comes harder now, broken by short gasps for air before she swallows you down again.

By the time her hand is gripping your thigh for leverage, she’s loud enough that you have to shift your chair just slightly to mask the sounds. Gahyun’s pace is reckless now, each descent onto your cock is almost like an attack, harder and wetter than the last. The heat coils in your stomach faster than you’d like, and you reach down, tangling your fingers in her hair.

“Slow down.”

You whisper through gritted teeth, tugging just enough to make her head pause.

She looks up at you from under the table, her lips still wrapped around you, then pulls back with a soft pop. Her breathing is heavy, her mouth glistening.

“Don’t want you to finish too soon?��

The corner of her mouth curling into a smug little smirk.

“Exactly.”

You catch your breath shaking and she nods, obedient now. She leans in to drag her tongue slowly up your length. She kisses the tip lightly, then trails more kisses along the side before swirling her tongue in lazy circles. Her hand stays at the base, giving slow, hard strokes. Her eyes are locked on yours the whole time.

Without warning, Gahyun swallows your cock whole again. Her head bobs faster, her lips seal tight around you. The wet sounds return, louder this time. Spit drips down onto her knuckles as she pushes herself harder. The gagging comes quick and sharp, but she doesn’t back off. Under the table, her ambition is written in every messy, hungry movement. She’s determined to wring every bit of control from you.

You catch movement in the corner of your eye. A woman is walking toward you, coffee in hand, heading for the door. Your hand tightens in Gahyun’s bleached hair and you push her down until most of your length is buried deep in her throat. She stiffens, her hands gripping your thighs, but you keep her there with a firm grip. Her throat tightens around you, the involuntary contractions sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. You keep your gaze fixed ahead, as if nothing unusual is happening under the table. While the woman passes by, the faint scent of her perfume somehow makes your cock harden further inside Gahyun’s throat. Gahyun’s nails dig lightly into your leg in response, her body trembling as she holds still. Muffled sounds, barely audible beneath the tablecloth, escape her mouth.

The woman pushes open the door and steps out into the street. Only then do you release your grip. Gahyun pulls back, gasping for air, a mix of spit and breathless gasp slipping from her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wet, but there’s a glint of satisfaction there too. Like she knows she just proved exactly how badly she wants what she’s after. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still catching her breath, then looks up at you from under the table. Her voice is almost purring.

“Could feel you twitching in my throat.”

She teases, her tongue flicking over her lips.

“Thought you were gonna lose it right there, producer-nim.”

Her hand wraps around you again, stroking lazily as her tongue dips out to trail along your length.

 “You like it when I choke on you like that? When I can’t breathe but I still take every inch?”

She punctuates the question by dragging her tongue from base to tip, swirling slowly before planting a soft kiss on the head. You grit your teeth as she keeps talking, each word accompanied by another lick, another kiss, another wet glide of her mouth just short of taking you in completely.

“Bet those big roles don’t seem so risky now, huh?”

Her tongue flicks against your tip, her eyes never leaving yours.

“You could have me under your desk every day… no one has to know.”

Her words drip into your mind as steadily as her saliva coats you. Her mouth continues to brush, lick, tease, but never fully seal around you. Gahyun drags her tongue up your length again, stopping at the tip to swirl slowly, her breath warm against your skin

 “Mmm… I could keep you like this all day. But I think you want more than my tongue, don’t you?”

Before you can answer, she sinks down without warning, taking you deep until her lips press against your base. The sudden tight heat makes your breath hitch. Her throat squeezes as she swallows around your cock. She holds there for a heartbeat before pulling back, saliva clinging between her lips and your skin. Then she smirks and goes right back to teasing. Light kisses, soft licks, her hand barely working you…

Just when you’re ready to grab her again, she dives down, swallowing you whole with a wet, hungry sound. She bobs her head twice, gagging softly, before sliding back and resuming her slow, taunting touches. It becomes a rhythm. Her mouth engulfing you completely, then pulling away to kiss and lick as if she has all the time in the world, then taking you deep again. Each return to her throat is wetter and louder. Her spit drips down onto your lap as her pace gets messier.

Your hand twitches on the table. The urge to hold her down builds each time she deepthroats you entirely and pulls away with that same knowing look in her eyes. You feel your control starting to slip, the heat in your core winding tight. You rest one hand on the table, the other curling into your lap just beside her head.

“If you really want that role, you’d better make me finish. Now.”

Gahyun looks up at you, lips glistening. Her voice is light with fake innocence.

“Mmm… desperate already?”

She gives your length a slow stroke with her hand.

“What happened to not finishing too soon?”

Before you can answer, she sinks down and takes your cock down her throat again. It squeezes tight. She stays there for a few seconds, gagging softly, then slides back up and licks her lips.

“But I like you like this. Right on the edge.”

And then she does it again.

Down to the base. Wet gag. Back up with a smirk.

Again. Deep, hot, tight. Back up with another taunt about how “good” you look.

A third time. Her throat working around you. Back up to drag her tongue lazily over the head.

It becomes a relentless pattern. Each time, she takes all of you, holding for a second or two, then comes up just to feed you another line. Sometimes it’s about how she wants you to remember her when casting. Sometimes it’s about how she loves feeling you twitch in her mouth. Sometimes it’s just a smug:

“Still holding back?”

Ten… fifteen… nearly twenty times she repeats it, the tension building unbearably with each cycle. By the end, her makeup is smudged, her spit soaking your lap, her voice huskier from the constant gagging. And still, she smiles up at you like she’s the one casting you.

You hear the café door open again. Two, three more customers walk in. You glance toward the counter. If you don’t finish now, this little game is going to get a lot riskier.

Gahyun slides her lips up your length once more, letting the head slip from her mouth with a wet pop.

“Mmm… maybe I’ll just keep you like this all da-”

You don’t let her finish. Your hand shoots to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her bleached hair. You pull her down hard. Her surprised sound is muffled as your length fills her throat in one forceful motion. Her nails press into your thigh as you hold her there. Her lips are sealed tightly around your cock. Her breath is cut off except for the faintest hum in her chest. The muscles of her throat contract again and again, each swallow dragging you closer to the edge. You keep your face calm, but under the table your grip firm as you use her throat to finish what she started. The knot in your stomach twists and then finally bursts. Warm cum spills deep into her, forcing her to swallow or choke. Gahyun gags around you, her body trembling. But you keep her down until the last pulse fades. Only then do you let her pull back, coughing quietly. Her lips and chin are wet. Her eyes shine with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. Your cock slips off her lips with a slick sound. She swallows once, twice, and then coughs softly into her hand. Her breathing is still uneven. A faint flush is on her cheeks, her mouth glistening.

Gahyun wipes the corner of her lips with her thumb, smearing a trace of spit down to her chin. Then she looks up at you with that same infuriatingly confident smirk.

“That”

She says between breaths.

“is what you’ll get… every day…”

She leans in a little, your tip resting against her cheek.

“…in exchange for the role.”

Another cough slips out, but she doesn’t lose her composure. She just sits back on her heels under the table for a moment longer, letting the words hang between you before finally sliding out from under the tablecloth. She smooths her hair, adjusts her top, and walks toward the door like nothing happened, almost straight up ignoring you. But just before she leaves, she glances over her shoulder, that same smirk tugging at her lips.

“You know where to find me.”

[authorhjk1]

In a world where the kpop scene end up crashing and burning due to companies self-inflating their groups and artists numbers as a way to money laundry, several females idols decided to some adult content to not only to keep up their fame, but as a way to keep up their lifestyle.

Choose which idol would do the adult content below (if more than one name fit the scenario, feel free to answer more than one):

1) She's not shy about her body, but still a little conservative about going all out. So she have a only fans in which she records herself doing hot yoga and sauna sessions;

2) She goes full dominatrix mode on one of her group mates;

3) She became a cam girl and her main content is a dildo that fucks her harder and faster depending of the fans donations;

4) She finds a hot guy who cums more than a horse and becomes the official facial queen;

5) She livestreams her gloryhole adventures creating a frenzy over the city as her fans rush to all the city gloryholes in hopes to find the one she's in;

6) She decides to do high level escort services, record her free use sessions and selling it online, making the most money possible;

7) Her main content is taking the most impossibly large dildos in the market and rearrange her insides with a lot of belly bulge;

8) Being a big fan of semi-public sex, she films herself going out each night and finding a guy that she likes, blows him, gets a facial and do a cum walk;

9) 3 Girls from different groups decided that they would have a more unique content and get more money if they united. So now they go as a trio selling videos of their orgies (double penetrating each other) and doing reverse gangbangs;

10) She goes all out, nothing is out of her reach, blowbangs, gangbangs, double anal, triple penetration (not counting the mouth), pissing. Even if she gets breeded she will continue her content;

1)

(Blackpink's Jisoo)

(Fromis_9's Saerom)

2)

(Red Velvet's Irene)

(Dreamcatcher's SuA)

3)

(TripleS's Hyerin)

4)

(Fromis_9's Jiheon)

5)

(Blackpink's Jennie)

6)

(SNSD's Seohyun and Tiffany)

7)

(Twice's Nayeon)

8)

(Le sserafim's Eunchae)

9)

(Twice's Tzuyu)

(TripleS's Nien)

(G-idle's Shuhua)

10)

(Ive's Yujin)

(Itzy's Yuna)

(Kiss of life's Jluie)

[authorhjk1]

Seulgi in a pool is a beauty indeed.

Yes, that's true. Stay tuned for future chapters if you want to see more.

[authorhjk1]

Something about wet seulgi gets me and those sexy lips. I was thinking of a gym seulgi workout type of fic. After awhile she gets turned out by 4-5 guys working out. And she brings them to the locker room and gives them a blowbang and worship and lick all of their body cleaning their sweat and taking all of their loads on her face and swallowing it as well

Lips #12

(Seulgi) Wordcount: 1627 words

Seulgi is on the pull up bar, her muscles burning with each lift. While she’s halfway through her workout the door swings open and a group of guys walks in. They’re tall, broad shouldered, their shirts clinging to them in ways that show every line of muscle underneath. They move with the casual confidence of people who know how good they look. Seulgi tries to keep her focus on her workout, but her eyes drift. To the way one of them’s biceps flex as he racks a heavy barbell, to the sweat glistening on another’s chest. Each glance sends a faint pulse through her, her body betraying the calm expression she keeps on her face.

She pretends to adjust her water bottle, stealing another look. They’re exactly her type. Strong, fit, and handsome. And the thought of being surrounded by them is making her pulse pick up.

By the time they’ve finished and start packing up to leave, Seulgi’s mind is no longer on her own workout. She sets her dumbbell down, grabs her towel, and walks straight toward them.

“Hey.”

Her tone is casual, her eyes locked on them, but her heart is beating quicker than it did during her workout.

“Follow me to the locker room.”

She lets the pause hang before adding with a faint smirk:

“I could use some post workout protein.”

The way a few of them exchange surprised, but interested glances tells her they’ve understood exactly what she means. The guys follow without a word. Seulgi pushes open the door to the men’s locker room, holding it long enough for them to slip inside behind her.

The air is warmer here, faintly scented with body wash and steam from the showers. She tosses her towel onto a bench and then turns to face them. Her eyes travel over each of their bodies.

“Don’t just stand there.”

Her smirk has the closest man step forward first, his eyes dragging over her sweat damp sports bra. He cups her chest through the fabric, his thumbs brushing over her small, firm breasts until her breath hitches. She doesn’t stop him. Instead, she reaches for his waistband, pulling him free with a smooth motion. Seulgi’s hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly as the second guy moves in beside him. Soon she’s working both of them, one in each hand, her thumbs circling their tips, drawing low groans from both. A third man steps up behind her, pressing his solid frame against her back. His hands slide around to her front, groping her breasts through the sports bra, squeezing just enough to make her gasp against the fourth guy who’s just unzipped his pants in front of her. She leans forward. Her lips part to take the fourth man into her mouth, her hands still stroking the others. Her tongue works his length in slow, wet passes while she moves one hand to stroke the fifth man, who’s stepped in close on her other side. They crowd around her, five cocks just waiting for Seulgi’s mouth. The one behind her tweaks her nipples, making her hum around the cock in her mouth, the vibration pulling a curse from the man she’s sucking.

Her hands never stop moving, alternating pace, squeezing one, stroking another, switching back to keep them all aching for more. Every time she pulls her mouth off one, her lips are immediately wrapped around another, her tongue swirling, her spit slicking them until they’re dripping. The locker room fills with the sound of their low groans, the steady rhythm of her hands, and the wet slide of her mouth as she works her way between all five of them. Then one of them places a hand firmly on the back of her head, guiding her forward until his tip presses against her lips. She opens for him without hesitation, and he slides his cock deep into her mouth, setting his own pace, using her as he groans. At the same time, the man behind her is still squeezing her breasts through her sports bra, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they harden under the fabric. She can feel his breath on her neck. And hear his voice in her ear.

“Just keep those hands moving, slut.”

She obeys. Her right hand pumps one thick shaft in quick, firm strokes, her left moving slower over another, thumb tracing his tip with every pass. The one to her left leans back slightly, enjoying the tighter grip she’s giving him. His hips twitching under her touch. The man using her mouth pulls back, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. And another immediately takes his place. He presses forward until he’s nudging the back of her throat. Seulgi relaxes her jaw, letting him sink deeper. Her eyes flutter as he enjoys the squeeze of her throat around him. One of the others steps closer to her face, holding his length near her cheek so she can stroke him with one hand while still taking another into her mouth. Every few moments, she turns her head just enough to swirl her tongue over his tip before returning to the one buried deep between her lips. The man who’s cock she moves while doing that groans every single time.

Her hands and mouth work in perfect sync, each guy getting a different rhythm. Fast and sloppy for one, slow and twisting for another, deep and tight for the ones using her throat. The air is filled with the mix of their heavy breathing and the wet sounds of her mouth being filled and emptied again and again. Seulgi’s pace picks up, not just from their encouragement but from the rush building in her own body. The taste of them and the way their muscles flex under her touch is making her hungrier for more.

As she strokes one man’s cock with a tight, twisting grip, she leans in and drags her tongue along the curve of his hip, tasting the faint salt of his sweat. Her lips trail upward to the ridges of his abs, kissing each line before returning her mouth to his length. Another man steps in closer, and she shifts to take his dick  into her hand while her tongue laps at the sweat along the side of his thigh. Her eyes flick upward to catch his reaction. His jaw tightens and his chest rises and falls faster. Then she turns her head to suck his tip again.

The one behind her groans when she reaches back blindly with her hand, stroking him without looking while she mouths at the V-line of the man in front of her. Her tongue explores every edge of his hardened body. She loves how they taste. Salty on her lips, but still somehow amazing. And she’s not satisfied until her tongue has cleaned every drop of sweat she can reach. Even the ones not in her mouth can feel her greed. She strokes them harder, faster, her hands, slick with her own spit, gliding easily while her mouth alternates between deep, throat-filling pushes and slower, teasing swirls around their heads. Every shift of her position presses her chest into one of them, their hands eagerly kneading her small tits through the by now saliva covered sports bra. It’s not just about getting them off anymore. Seulgi is reveling in the act itself. In the taste of their bodies. And the way they make her feel so small underneath them.

One of them suddenly steps in front of her and takes a firm grip on the back of her head. Before Seulgi can adjust, he pushes forward, filling her mouth with his entire cock and driving it deep into her throat in one hard stroke. She gags around his length, hands still moving on the others as best she can. But his pace is relentless. His hips thrust sharply, the wet sounds of her throat echoing in the locker room. Every time she tries to pull back for air, he holds her in place. He lets her feel every inch before dragging her forward again. Her hands falter around the other guys’ dicks. She can barely focus with her jaw stretched wide, her throat working around him. Drool spills from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her chin, and her eyes water..

By the time he finally lets her go, Seulgi's face is a mess. She sits back on her heels, chest rising and falling, as she tries to catch her breath. It’s in that moment, with her mouth still hanging open, that the others close in. One strokes himself just inches from her cheek, another lines up with her lips. Two more stand over her shoulders. The first thick streak hits her forehead, the next splashing across her cheek. She closes her eyes just as more warmth paints her face. Over her lips, across her nose, dripping down her chin. One aims right into her open mouth and she swallows without thinking before another ropes across her sports bra. When they’re done, she’s covered in their cum. Her hair covered in small wet spots, her face slick and glistening, her bra ruined. She tilts her head back, still catching her breath. 

She doesn’t realize they’re all gone already once Seulgi fully recovers. She can’t tell what came over her. How did she muster up the courage to not ask one, but five guys at once? Their loads are heavy and warm on her face. She reaches for her towel, but then hesitates. She only got to taste one of their loads properly. How do they taste together? Goosebumps form on her skin as Seulgi scoops up a big globe of their mixed cum off her cheek.