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LOONA Olivia Hye x Male Reader | Tags: (Fluff, Smut) | girlfriend!Olivia

A/N 1: A sequel to Sober. Big thanks as always to @kaedespicelatte for beta reading this piece.

A/N 2: Happy birthday to my lovely wife. Hopefully her 21st birthday celebration is much more festive than mine.

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“How long do you think it would’ve taken us to start dating if it wasn’t for that party?”

The cool breeze of the night time wind brings an unparalleled comforting feeling; the same can’t be said for your racing heart as she leans her head on your shoulder. The question floats in the air; a moment of silence and your eyes wander up to the night sky—far from the rest of Seoul; far from the bustling metropolis affixed with skyscrapers and the dreaded sense of urgency they bring. Another midnight drive out to a quaint part of the city; a scenic view providing an opportunity to take a wondrous glance at the skyline. The city remains the same. Your relationship with Hyeju, however, has taken on a new label twenty one years in the making.

She’s now your girlfriend—not just in your recurring dreams in which you envision her in your arms with the brightest smile on her face. It’s not just a wish anymore, when you would spend sleepless nights wondering whether you will ever get the opportunity to date her; whether you even deserved to get such an opportunity in the first place. Every single doubt and worry is buried with each passing day that you can call her yours.

Hands intertwined not only to provide warmth on this cold November night but also to show just how much your relationship with her has grown. “I don’t know.” Rub her hands with yours to provide warmth though the running engine underneath the hood of your car you two are currently sitting on does the same.

“A couple months, maybe? I mean you were making it so obvious that you liked me.” A smirk, then the stinging pain left as she lightly punches you in the arm—cheeks reddening which makes her look even cuter than she already is.

“Jerk. If you knew then why didn’t you say anything, huh?” A playful glare from the wolf as she looks up at you but even the briefest of eye contact at such close proximities makes her extremely shy—which is ironic since she’s always the one that initiates your makeout sessions. Something about the fact that you’re not just her childhood best friend anymore but also her boyfriend is enough to spark the butterflies in her stomach. Years upon years of unrequited love and wondering about the what-ifs has finally paid off. But nothing much has changed between the two of you.

She’s still that same Hyeju you’ve known for the better part of your life. That same Hyeju that you grew up with. That same Hyeju that never fails to grab the opportunity to tease you; that same Hyeju that would always hold hands with you around campus; that same competitive Hyeju you only see during game nights; that same tsundere Hyeju who is so deeply in love with you that she was willing to harbor her feelings for twenty years until she had no choice but to finally reveal her feelings. The only difference is that she’s yours now.

But never beyond your wildest dreams would you have thought that you would be experiencing such a moment with her. You thought you would forever be stuck on the sidelines; perhaps evolve into fuck buddies and never progress any further than that. Or worse, she would find someone better—someone perhaps more deserving of her love and everything it brings to your relationship. But above everything else, you were afraid that you would burn the bridge with your best friend.

“Cuz I didn’t know if you were just playing around. Not trying to get my hopes up, you know?”

A moment of silence fills the atmosphere once again, then you feel her lips make contact with your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Feel the subtle squeeze of her hands; her features illuminated by the full moon as she moves closer to you. “I didn’t want to lose what we had.” A deep exhale creating a trail of vapor in the thin air; her captivating eyes staring deep into your soul; a manifesto of feelings that leaves you scrambling in its wake.

“I don’t want to imagine my life without you.”

Only Hyeju can rip your heart to shreds and build it back up to complete functionality with one statement. Only she can leave you in a whirlwind of emotions with ease. A rare moment of vulnerability from your girlfriend; a side of hers that she only shows to you and no one else. More than the euphoria it provides, it makes you want to protect her with everything you have and to ensure that you will have more moments like these with her.

But the feeling is mutual. One month without her was already hell; and just the thought of living the rest of your life without the only person you care about in the entire universe is a punishment you wouldn’t wish even on your worst enemies. She’s just as important to your existence as it is to breathe. And without her, you are only a shell of yourself.

Rough, calloused hands make their way onto her face. “Fucking hell, Hye….” They shiver as they make contact with her porcelain skin; the gravity of her words and the wintry weather of Seoul makes it an uphill battle to maintain such composure. She’s never one to openly express her feelings, and it’s clear how affected she is by her words just as much as you are.

Likewise you’re equally as capable of taking her breath away just as much as she does with yours. Mere inches separate the two of you as you lean your face dangerously close–you take this opportunity to appreciate just how beautiful she truly is. Not even the seven wonders of the world can compare to the sight in front of you, and you want to cherish every single moment with her as if it’s your last. That’s how much you love Son Hyeju, and she deserves to hear it from you every single day.

“God, I love you so fucking much.”

A supernova of emotions, enough to spark fireworks in her heart. The trembling of her lips; the shakiness of her eyes; the light tint of red on her cheeks; the synchronization of heartbeats signifying a connection spanning two decades. It’s only natural when your lips finally meet hers, arms wrapping carefully around her waist while she does the same to your neck. Unlike your other makeout sessions, this kiss is devoid of lust but rather full of your love and passion for each other.

The way Hyeju whimpers as you gently nibble on her lower lip–tasting her strawberry lip balm; the way you can feel her clutch her fingers around your neck as you slip your cold fingers underneath her hoodie to feel more of her; such actions make her even more resistible and you want to make sure that she knows just how much you cherish her, just how much she means to you. Even more so as you gently lay her on the steel surface, hovering above her as you deepen the kiss.

Whenever you’re with her, nothing else in the world matters. Not the fact that her parents don't necessarily approve of your relationship—they initially thought you two were joking around when you finally made it official. Nor the fact that your own parents don't approve either–they think Hyeju is too much of a “rebel” for their liking. But that’s what makes her more attractive in your eyes; the fact that she’s not like the others; she’s an enigma, your enigma. And considering that you two didn’t even think you would be dating, you could care less about their opinions.

Much more so when she’s squirming and blushing under your touch. Her addictive scent drives you crazier and crazier as you move lower to leave kisses on her neck, placing soft and gentle kisses followed by intense and needy ones—enough to form deep purple marks; enough to show everyone that Hyeju is yours and nothing can take her away from you. More whimpers and soft moans as you finish marking her, leaving her breathless as unfocused eyes try their absolute best to latch on to you. Then another tender kiss on her lips for good measure.

Minus the sound of crickets chirping in the vicinity and your bated breaths, it’s completely silent. Silent enough for you to sense her heart that only beats for you. Brush loose strands of her hair aside; then she flashes that bright, gummy smile of hers–sending shockwaves to your fragile heart like it usually does. Lay down right beside her; feel her soft hand reach out for yours as you return to your original position fifteen minutes ago.

Midnight drives have always been your favorite thing to do with her–even when you two were just childhood best friends that had painfully obvious attraction towards one another; and more so now that you two are dating. There’s something about the tranquility and calmness; the calm despite the storm; the added intimacy of being able to open up to each other without being judged by everyone else. But above all, you can throw everything else away and focus all of your attention on her.

Just like right now as you both look up at the stars. Without the artificial light created by the skyscrapers, they’re much more luminous as they take sole possession of the night sky. Just like how Hyeju has taken sole possession of your entire being. She is irreplaceable, always will be. And even though she does not explicitly state it, she feels the same way about you. Like the laws of physics, such an axiom proved to be true time and time again.

First proof: senior year of high school when she got ditched by her prom date; you’ve never seen her so distraught yet look so stunning at the same time, especially when she spent the entire week talking about how excited she was. She’s never one to cry and to see her on the brink of tears as you comforted her on the passenger seat of your car still haunts you to this day. Needless to say, you spent the rest of the night eating a tub of ice cream with her in your apartment, trying your best to cheer her up even though it isn’t necessarily your forte—while secretly wanting to beat up the idiot that stood her up. It was at that point that she realized how lucky she is to have you by her side.

Second proof: finals week of your freshman year in college when she helped you with a statistics project that you procrastinated on for three months. Did she tell you to work on it early? Yes. Did you receive plenty of scolding from her? Yes, there’s nothing more terrifying—and adorable—than an angry Hyeju. Did you insist heavily that she didn’t have to help you? Yes, but her willpower is way stronger than yours. And with her assistance, you were able to finish it by pulling consecutive all nighters and passed the class with a respectable grade. In return, you took her on a road trip that summer where you made so many memories—a gesture that made her fall in life with you even harder.

A poke on your cheeks as she gives you another kiss on the lips. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been spacing out for like five minutes.”

“Sorry. Just thinking about stuff.”

“Like what?” She sits up and you do the same, feet dangling off the vehicle.

“Like how lucky I am to have you.”

You don’t miss the way she bites her lips to try and hide her smile, turning away from you. “Tch. You and your cheesy words….” This is the fifth time you’ve made her blush in the span of thirty minutes, and it can’t be good for her heart. Flashbacks to your first date arises, when it felt like you two were just meeting each other for the very first time.

There was something familiar about her, yet so different. From the moment you two sat down at that diner you’ve always wanted to bring her to, up until the point when it was time to get the bill and she refused to make you pay for the entire meal. Everything remained the same; the way she laughed, the way she smiled that beautiful smile, the way she complained about how much her unnies teased her, the way she would carefully brush her hair to the side whenever she eats.

Except everything else felt different. She would laugh a little harder at your jokes; she was more confident when it came to holding your hands; she blushed heavily when the waitress asked if you two were a couple—as opposed to her usual disgusted reaction. The atmosphere was different, much more so when she gave you a kiss on the cheeks as you dropped her off at her apartment. You might as well have scored a buzzer-beater with the way you were screaming in joy as soon as she got out of your car.

“Well, clearly you like it.” That she can’t deny, though she will never admit it to you—despite her facial expressions failing to hide anything.

Or perhaps not. “What if I say I do, huh? What are you gonna do?” Despite the hundreds of billions of stars that make up the universe, they can never compare to how much she shines. She may not be as bright and bubbly like Jiwoo and Yerim, or as energetic as Yeojin—but when she’s with you, she’s more confident and comfortable.

“I’m gonna keep on being your cheesy boyfriend then.” A nudge of her shoulders; then she rolls her eyes.

“Hmph, it’s not like I asked for it…” But nothing can beat tsundere Hyeju; when she’s at her cutest and most attractive. Even though the smile on her face negates any chance of you actually believing what she’s saying. If she could, she would tell you to keep saying sweet things to her; though such a request could cause her heart to explode every time you do it. She was never one to be receptive to compliments—but when it’s from you, Hyeju melts into putty.

Two can play that game; and being around each other for such a long time allows you to perfectly counter her bantering. “Weren’t you the one that seduced me that night?” It takes no less than a second for you to receive another punch on the arm, this one much stronger than the previous. And now, her face might as well turn red—only you can cause her to be in such a state of disarray.

“It’s because you were taking too long to make a move, you idiot!” A rare pout from the wolf; burying her face on your shoulders as she tries to hide again. But you weren’t going to let her get away this time. Place a hand on her shoulders as a timid Hyeju confronts you.

“Well I’m sorry too. I was worried about our friendship. Didn’t wanna take such a huge risk.”

“I know, I understand.” Snow begins to fall, gradually turning the surroundings to a bright hue of white. “I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life up until that night. If I screwed everything up, I might never be able to talk to you again. Or do this.” Then she leans over to give you another kiss on the cheeks.

By this point, your own cheeks have turned red as well—thankfully you can use the blistering cold temperature as an excuse. “But you didn’t screw up. And look at us now.”

“Right? I can’t believe it’s been seven months already.” You bring her hand inside the pocket of your hoodie to keep it warm while she snuggles closer to you.

“Yeah, it only felt like yesterday when we finally decided to move in together.” A decision that should have been made a long time ago—except you were worried about what the implication of living with your childhood best friend would be when you were not dating her yet at that time. It turned out to be a wise financial decision as you two expected; she finally had enough money to pay off her car, and you could finally start paying off your bills.

“Oh yeah, speaking of which. You still haven’t told anyone where our new apartment is?”

“No, because the unnies are gonna be there every single damn week and I know you’re gonna hate it.”

“I mean I’m cool with them. I think you’re the one that’s gonna hate it.”

“Well I just don’t have the energy to deal with them at times.”

“I’m glad you have the energy to deal with me then.”

“Well I love you, that’s why. Even though you can be annoying as fuck sometimes.”

A chuckle; even as your girlfriend she still never fails to amaze you. “I love you too, Hye.”

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“Yah! Stop cheating!”

Crushed cans of beer, empty bottles of soju and vodka, empty boxes of pizza and chicken wings, pillows scattered in every direction, a sole blanket covering the two of you, the flashing of the flat-screen TV you two impulsively bought just for the purpose of gaming, sounds of buttons mashing on the Nintendo Switch and her occasional screams, Hyeju looking absolutely adorable in her pajamas—all tell-tale signs of another typical game night on a weekend.

That would be the case except for the half-eaten birthday cake resting on the dinner table, a chocolate mousse cake from her favorite bakery—the way her face lit up as soon as you surprised her is priceless. There’s also chunks of gift wrapper scattered all over the living room; if there’s any proof that Hyeju is loved by her friends, it would be the amount of gifts she received tonight. Oh, and there’s also golden balloons spelling out “Happy birthday, Hyeju” hanging precariously on the wall. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask Yerim and her boyfriend to do it since they just ended up flirting the entire time.

But the surprise party ended up being a success and it’s a twenty-first birthday celebration in the most Hyeju way possible. She refused to let you take her to an expensive restaurant, or buy her any gifts even though you heavily insisted, or make you treat her any differently than you usually would. All she asked for was something simple: to spend more time with you. Maybe it’s because you two are finally adults now; with more responsibilities and problems to deal with; with less time for the simple things in life. And for her birthday, your gift for her is your presence alone.

“It’s not cheating. Just admit I’m finally better than you, Hye.”

A sigh of defeat as she loses another close race in Mario Kart, thanks to a well-timed use of the infamous blue shell. “How did you get a blue shell two laps in a row? That’s not fair!”

“I believe it’s called luck.”

A determined look paints her face, and the competitive side of Hyeju begins to show itself once again. No more cuddling for now, it’s time for her to kick your butt and show who’s the better gamer in this relationship. And for the next thirty minutes, that’s exactly what she does. Out of the next six races, you won exactly none—you were about to win the third one but you decided to let her have it by falling out of bounds on purpose.

A victory dance in her pajamas as she stands up and celebrates like a kid—overflowing joy painting her face. And you can’t help but smile like an idiot—if Hyeju is happy, you’re happy. And if this is the reaction you get everytime she wins, you’ll gladly lose in every single game night from now on. “See? I told you I’m still better than you.”

“So what do you wanna do now?” You pull her back down towards the couch to resume your cuddle and she thankfully reciprocates your hug as she leans her head on your shoulder.

“I wanna play another game, but I’m kinda tired.”

A gentle kiss on her lips, the taste of grape-flavored soju lingering in her mouth. It’s time for you to reveal your gift to her; save the best for last. “Let me take care of you tonight, then.”

“What are you tal–”

In one swift motion you have managed to carry her in your arms bridal style and to your surprise, she’s not hitting you with a barrage of complaints—perhaps it’s the alcohol, maybe she was expecting this tonight. A few quick steps and you are able to open the door to your shared bedroom with ease. Her eyes look at you with a mixture of lust and confusion, much more so when you place her on the bed and immediately move yourself on top of her. Her alluring eyes invites you, along with a bite of her lip as she carefully studies your face.

“I want to give you my gift.”

Then with unbridled hunger, you smash your lips into hers; an immediate response is what you get as she wraps her legs around your waist to pull you closer to her. You can feel your cock hardening and you know Hyeju can as well with the way her moans and whimpers are increasing in volume as you grind your clothed length on her. You know she’s wet and just the image of her drenched thighs is enough to send your lust into overdrive. Sex with Hyeju never gets old and it never will.

Pull away briefly to take off your shirt and you do the same for her, grabbing the hem of the soft fabric of her pajamas and inching it upwards to reveal her tight and immaculate body only for you to see; her top eventually joins the discarded pile on the floor and underneath the warm lights of your shared bedroom she looks absolutely ethereal. Her signature triangular shaped lips are agape, chest heaving slightly as she tries to catch her breath, fingers clutching the sheets as she anticipates your next move. A hand reaches out to cup her clothed breasts while you engage in another round of kissing with her, feeling her moan as your hands begin to roam her body.

“Hmph!”

Even more so as you make your way down to her jawline and her neck, faint marks of the hickey you left a week ago still apparent. She’s squirming even as your lips are barely grazing her sweat-glazed skin, sensitivity reaching near meteoric levels. Her addictive scent infiltrates your senses as you begin to mark her once again, replacing the old hickeys with much more intense and darker ones. You change it up once in a while; a lick, a bite, a kiss—all serving to make her squirm and whimper under your touch even more, every reaction from her just urges you to pleasure her even more.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you Hye.” Shivers sent down her spine as you breathe heavily, each exhale making contact with her skin. But hearing such words from you is what makes her heart swoon, causing her lust to drive up much higher than usual compared to your other intimate nights together. Thank goodness you can’t see just how red her cheeks are at this moment. You are never one to explicitly tell her such things and to hear it from you tonight is going to cause her fragile heart to explode—and she needs to do something, anything to maintain her composure.

“You talk too much, you idiot.” Thank goodness you’re wearing sweatpants because she is able to pull it down with ease along with your boxers, revealing your hardened member that’s twitching and yearning for her. It always dumbfounded her as to how erect you can get, but she’s not going to wait any longer with a feast in front of her eyes. With newfound strength, she switches position with you so that she’s now on top.

“If you’re gonna offer me your dick as your gift, then I can decide what I can do with it, right?” You gulp, it’s rare to see Hyeju take control in bed. If there was any place where she isn’t keen to assert her will, it’s the bedroom. She would just let you have your way with her and pleasure her however you can. And seeing this side of her just causes more precum to drip out of you.

Excited, you nod as if it’s your birthday and not hers. “Sur—“ Lean your head back as she slowly wraps her dainty fingers around your length, beginning to pump you at an excruciatingly slow pace. You can’t control the needy groans coming out of your mouth—not when she’s giving you a seductive look. But it’s hard to maintain control once she pauses briefly to take off her pants, revealing those delicious thighs that you just want to dive in on and as you expected, her panties are already drenched.

“H-Hyeju, shit…”

Then she goes back to pumping your length, this time increasing the pace while fondling your balls. The pleasure multiplies tenfold and you don’t know where Hyeju got this sudden burst of confidence from but underneath the warm lights, she’s going to cause you to explode much faster than you would prefer. But you don’t have the energy to tell her, with each stroke of your length only causing the familiar tension to build in your stomach. It’s hard to focus on anything and you miss the smirk on her face as she continues to give you pleasure. Your breath gets shorter and shorter, more precum dripping all over your sheets. Just one more…

“Wait.” Just as the tension is about to break, Hyeju comes to an abrupt stop. Dazed and confused, you look up at her with your cock twitching rapidly, aching to explode in her hands and possibly paint her beautiful face with your semen. And it really might as well be your birthday because she pushes you further up the bed until you reach the headboard and begins to make her way back down to your length again.

“I wanna taste you.” Before you can even process the words that just came out of her mouth, she’s already moving down south as her face comes dangerously close to your cock. Then a curious tongue licks across the slit of your length, sending waves of electricity down your spine, enough for you to curl your toes as she carefully takes you into her mouth. It takes her numerous times to get adjusted to you, using her hands to stroke you and lubricate you using her saliva to make it easier for her.

In the back of your head, you’re still wondering just where she learned such skills. But all coherent thoughts disappear into the cosmos when you can feel your tip hit the back of her throat, signaling that she’s finally able to take you all the way in. The warmth and suction that her mouth provides is comparable to that of her pussy, and you might have just found your new favorite sex act after tonight. Especially when she proceeds to bob her head up and down leaving you once again breathless and groaning. Lewd sounds of her mouth taking you in so well is enough to send you the brink of the edge and the sight of her absolutely loving it is ethereal.

It doesn’t take too long before you can feel the tension beginning to grow again. “Hye, I’m gonna cum!”

You try to remove Hyeju off of you, signaling her of your impending orgasm but it only makes her bob her head up and down that much faster and you can hear her try to say something but it’s difficult given her mouth is full of your cock. And having been blue-balled already, it only takes a few more pumps for you to explode in her mouth. A loud groan escaping your lips as you empty shot after shot of thick, white semen. Her mouth is too warm and for someone that’s giving a blowjob for the first time, she is too good. The result is an orgasm that’s as strong as when you first had sex with her.

Hyeju removes her mouth and coughs immediately as she tries to swallow all of your cum, with some dripping down the side of her mouth due to your heavy load. Guilt immediately strikes you and you grab a box of tissues from the bedside table and hand it to her. She takes it and begins to wipe herself with it. “S-Shit Hye, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I was the one that wanted it.” Her gummy smile appears once again, as if she didn’t just give you an extremely intense orgasm. “Plus, you tasted delicious like I expected.” You’ve already cum once and you’re embarrassed by the way your length quickly shoots back to full-mast with her words. And it doesn’t help when she gets off the bed and proceeds to take off her bra and panties, revealing her plentiful breasts and thighs already dripping with desire.

But it’s unfair that it’s only you on the receiving end of the mind-blowing pleasure, especially since it’s her birthday. And despite wanting to just pound her already and feel those luscious thighs wrapped around you, you want to service her. That’s why you grab her arms and pull her towards you, flipping positions once again so that you’re back on top. Give her a quick kiss on the lips before making your way down to her neck, making sure to leave more deep, purple marks for her to have a hard time trying to hide. You do the same with her shoulders and collarbones; but your hands aren’t idle as they make their way towards her pussy, already drenching your sheets.

“A-Ahh!”

Slowly but carefully, you stick one finger in. You can feel her throat vibrate as you continue to leave kisses. As always, she’s so wonderfully tight despite being so wet. It’s a miracle that she’s able to take in your length so well when she clenches so tightly with just one, measly finger. Having made sure that not even makeup would be able to hide the hickeys, you move further down south to her breasts. You use a free hand to gently knead her right breast while you immediately dive in on her left breast, sucking harshly on the stiff nipple due to arousal.

You are easily able to find her g-spot and hit it with each thrust of your finger inside her. You make sure to give both breasts equal attention as you switch your target to her right breast, sucking on the flesh. With two points of pleasure, Hyeju is melting into putty as she wraps her arms tightly around your necks. Beautiful and lustful moans of your name reverberate throughout the bedroom and you just want to drink it all in. Being more daring, you decide to add another finger to the mix.

“F-Fuck, so good!”

“Cum for me, Hye. Please.” You stare at her beautiful eyes, pleading and begging for such a sweet release. And as her boyfriend, you are more than delighted to make such a request happen. It only takes a few more thrusts for the dam to finally break and with one final moan of your name, she leaks all over your fingers and the bed sheets. Regretfully, you take your face off of her breasts to give her a deep and passionate kiss as she comes down from her own orgasm. Brush loose strands of disheveled hair aside as she tries to regain her breath and focus.

It takes her a few minutes to get her bearings but just like a wolf in heat, she’s ready to pounce on you again as she gets on top of you. She’s completely drenched in sweat just like you are and that just makes her even more attractive in your eyes. This might be the most passionate night of lovemaking you two have had so far and the fact that it’s on her birthday nonetheless makes it even more special. Take a break to appreciate this moment, to appreciate her. Sit up to meet her face-to-face, leaning in slowly to give her a passionate kiss on the lips. You two let the kiss run its course until the biological need to breathe forces an end to the lip lock.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A wide smile that you reciprocate; then she nods—she knows you too well and is aware that you won’t proceed any further until she’s ready. There were no more words needed to be said as she carefully aligned herself with your length. You wrap your arms around her waist as she does the same to your neck. Muffle her moans by engaging in another kiss, feeling her whimper as you swirl your tongue around hers. As she bottoms out, a guttural groan escapes her mouth as the kiss ends.

It’s incredible how she’s still so tight despite one orgasm already down the drain. And the suffocating warmth of her walls envelopes your cock in a delightful sensation that leaves you very much in the same state as her. Once she’s gotten used to your length, she begins to bounce up and down—matching your thrusts as you are able to find her g-spot once again with ease. This action causes a high-pitched moan to escape her mouth as she wraps her arms around you much tighter.

“P-Please, you’re fucking me so well…”

A hand creeps up to her breast while the other roams around her body. From her butt to her thighs to her hips—anything to relieve the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling. Meanwhile she’s already left plenty of scratch marks on your back that will surely sting by tomorrow morning—moans traveling directly to your ears as she rests her chin on your shoulder. Hyeju riding you is your favorite position; not only do you get to see her breasts bouncing hypnotizingly but you also get a full view of her in pleasure using your cock as the tool.

But tonight has been a night full of firsts and you truly want to make this memorable. With the very minimal amount of energy you have left you stand up from the bed with Hyeju wrapping her limbs tightly around you. You rest your hands on the back of her thighs to support her as more high-pitched moans leave her mouth at the new angle, your cock driving deeper into her pussy with the aid of gravity. Your years of working out in the gym with her has paid off for this very moment as you easily lift her into your arms and continue to thrust upwards into her.

It’s absolutely hot, the way she’s clinging on to you for dear life as she comes crashing back down onto you after every pump. More sweat drips down your bodies along with the juices that are constantly leaking out of her. Take her in for another kiss as her nails continue to leave dark, red marks on your shoulders and back. Carefully, you lean her onto the wall as you try to maintain the unrelenting pace. She’s clenching tightly around your length which could only mean that she’s close to another orgasm.

But with how turned on you have been for the entire night, you’re close to your own orgasm as well. Despite that, her pleasure comes first above everything else so you angle your thrusts to aim for Hyeju’s g-spot once again and she’s on the brink of tears as the pleasure meter reaches full-throttle. Dive down for her breasts again and as you take a nipple into your mouth, she screams your name as she reaches her peak for the second time and with how much tighter she’s become, this is much stronger than the first one. Her juices begin to drip down both of your thighs and onto the floor.

And you weren’t that far off. Thanks to the added lubrication of her orgasm, it becomes that much simpler to pound her and thrust into her. With a few more thrusts, you groan into her neck as you fill her with ribbons upon ribbons of semen. The excess drips out of her pussy and joins the fluids resulting from your lovemaking on the floor.

On wobbly legs, you manage to safely bring her back to the bed—not caring about the fluids you two just left on the floor. You two were a mess, but a good mess. Everything feels sticky and hot but Hyeju doesn’t care and neither do you. Shower can wait until tomorrow—and maybe you’ll have to help her clean herself again just like after that fateful night. Maybe her friends will tease you again because of the hickeys you’ve made. Maybe you’ll go on another date, perhaps a thousand more. Everything can wait, because you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with her.

Take this moment to appreciate her once again, as she slowly drifts to sleep with her head resting on your chest. You would gladly spend more birthdays with her, more game nights with her, more days with her. So as long as you can keep seeing that beautiful smile of hers and everything else that makes you deeply in love with her. Place a kiss on her lips softly as you utter the words you didn’t get the chance to directly say to her today:

“Happy birthday, Hye.”

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kimlipsteponme · 2 years ago

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Ryujin x Fem!Reader - Stockholm Syndrome Part 1

(Trigger Warning : this story will include kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, controlling behaviour and Smut, I do not condone any of the behaviour I've written about)

Ryujin had never planned to do this originally, she didn't want it to go this far, but you gave her no choice, she was going to make you love her, no matter what it took so she ended up taking matters into her own hands

That's how you ended up in the situation you were in now, tied up in what looks like a basement with the grey haired girl watching you sleep waiting for the drugs to wear off and for you to come back to consciousness, you had been abducted by 2 of Ryujin's friends, Han and I.N who had picked you up as you were walking home, covering your mouth with a chloroform filled cloth, knocking you out instantly and chucking you in the back of their van and driving you to Ryujin's secluded holiday home just like she had ordered

Ryujin had been watching you for about 3 Hours by the time you woke up, there was a pain in your head and bruises on your arms from the 2 guys manhandling you into the van, you grimaced reaching up to touch your head but realising you couldn't move your arms, as you looked around not recognising your surroundings you noticed Ryujin sat diagonally across from you, smiling at you brightly and coming closer "hi my baby" she said making you confused, of course you knew who she was from seeing her round campus and when she'd come I to the shop you worked at on weekends but none of this answered why you were here, tied up, and with Ryujin calling you her baby

You furrowed your brows at her before saying "don't call me that and why the fuck am I here....let me go?" For some reason this made Ryujin Laugh before getting up and walking towards you caressing you face, any other time you would've probably leant into the gentle touch but now was not the time.

"That's not going to happen princess.... you're staying with me ...for however long it takes" her words giving you zero clarity and making you angry causing you to move around trying to get out of the ropes but failing , you said heavily before glaring at Ryujin then asking "however long what takes?" You watched Ryujin as she walked behind you, feeling her breath on the back of your neck giving you chills and she crouched down, licking a stripe up your neck before whispering in your ear "you'll see" and biting on your earlobe

You let out another sigh, this time, partly from frustration but more so because her actions were slightly turning you on

"Well can you at least untie me" you asked exasperation clear in your tone, you saw the look on Ryujin's face soften because she wanted to untie you but she couldn't, at least not yet, she had to get your trust first to make sure you didn't run away from her, "sorry angel no can do" you rolled your eyes at her but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying her calling you cute pet names

Another few hours had past in relative silence other than your sighs and Ryujin attempting to calm you down with sweet words whenever you got worked up, until your stomach growled causing Ryujin to get up instantly, asking what you wanted, not wanting you to go hungry, she wanted to prove that she could give you everything you'd ever need, starting with getting you whatever food you desired at that moment in time, so following your wishes she ordered you pizza, you asked for one but Ryujin ordered you pretty much everything else on the menu too

As you were waiting for food you attempted again to ask Ryujin why she was doing this and this time her answer shocked you, you never expected her to tell you she loves you, you laughed at first thinking she was joking but the look of hurt on her face told you that she was being serious so you stopped laughing and went to grab her hand, forgetting they were still tied, and saying "you know there's other ways to go about it, you didn't have to kidnap me Ryujin" this time it was her turn to sigh before looking you deeply in the eyes and saying "well it's too late now and I'm not letting you go until I know that you love me back" you couldn't help but smile at her twisted logic as you shook your head, knowing that her plan might already be beggining to work as you scanned her face, trying your best not to find her whisker dimples adorable as she smiled at you back, her eyes lingering on your lips slowly leaning in until you were both brought out of whatever moment you were having by the doorbell , Ryujin shushing you as she went to collect the food

You didn't have to stay quiet, you could shout for help, you could get out of there, but you didn't, you stayed quiet just like Ryujin had told you because part of you actually wanted to stay with her, the short girl intriguing you, you wanted to get to know more of her minded, no matter how twisted the current situation was you actually liked her, you knew she wouldn't hurt you, so you just stayed waiting for her in the basement

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magnitude

im nayeon x reader

maybe her magnitude was too strong, or maybe it was your will that was too weak

angst, suggestive, some fwb stuff goin on, part 2?

nayeon's eyes lingered over your exposed back; she watched as you pulled your hair back into a tie, exposing your neck for a moment, her eyes grazing over the thin layer of sweat.

"leaving so early? not even a round two, or a kiss goodbye?" she grinned.

this whole idea sparked when you and nayeon spent a little too long together after some house party. complaining about the lack of fish in the sea that was the university you both had attended. after about a half hour of complaints leaving your mouth, nayeon had something to say herself.

"what if we hooked up?"

nayeon was a lot of things, but she was certainly not shy, especially never failing to fluster you with endless compliments of how much she loved your body, or how hot she saw you. so could you say you were shocked when your best friend asked this? not really.

and so, two months of endless calls that would ring in at later hours of the night. in fact, the last time you two had hung out when the sun was out was probably the day of that stupid party.

you huffed in response to her comment, grabbing whoevers shirt to slip on over your torso. upon the neckline rolling over your head, it was obvious whos it was, the familiar fragrance that you'd been drowning in for months engulfing you once again.

"i have to get home nayeon." you grumbled, letting your hands run over the icy hardwood of her floor in search of pants. the moonlight couldn't illuminate the room enough for your current task to be easy.

"come on, just one more. i think i've gotten addicted to your taste." nayeon smiled, watching as you sped your pursuit for pants.

"nayeon." you sighed, trying not to give into whatever temptations her words gave you.

"yes, angel?" she hummed, slight worry in her tone, meanwhile you shuddered, feeling hot tears already pooling in your eyes. maybe it was the pet name that reminded you of how you and nayeon used to be, or maybe it was the way the name felt so natural-- felt like something you needed.

to say you were stuck in nayeon's orbit was an understatement, a huge one. with a weak will that broke whenever she pressed her fingers into you or traced your skin; admiring you like you'd been carved by the gods, it felt like an escape wouldn't be easy.

"i've gotta go." you murmured, voice weak, breaking mid-speech and definitely loud enough for nayeon to hear.

"is something wrong?" she sounded more than worried now.

your hands finally gripped sweats, and not caring who they belonged to, you hastily put them on, grabbing your phone and keys from the pocket-- thank whatever god watching you that these pants were yours.

you glanced at the door, memories of only hours ago rushing through your mind

"nayeonnie? are you alright?" before you could speak out for her again, you were shoved into the door, hands instantly roaming your body and a passionate kiss pressed against your lips.

"nothing wrong, nayeon. but i have to get home." you said, grabbing the doorknob and slipping out before turning to meet her eyes, tears almost spilling at the sight.

she was sitting on the bed, in a similar state of distress; tears pooling, pout formed, and brows furrowed, her arms in her lap, and slight shakes coursing her body.

"goodnight, nayeon."

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Hard to Love

bc i loved the song sm and i wrote this last month before kinktober started but i still want it out there!! i hope you all enjoy this one!! edit before posting : this is subject to changes and edits bc i finished writing this at 2AM park rosé x reader disclaimer/s : smoking, cursing, and an angsty time. read with a level head.

You'd known Rose pretty much her entire time in South Korea. She had met you when she had snuck out one night, needing some relief from the stress from another argument with her managers.

You just so happened to be at the right place at the right time.

You yourself needed a little break from work. Your co-workers were petty idiots and elected to push off all their pending projects onto you and the rest of your team because your boss had compared your work ethic to theirs.

After hours upon hours of sitting at a desk in a lowly lit room, you needed a break from the dreary office walls. You're greeted by an early morning chill. It had to be at least 2AM.

You breathe a tired sigh before carefully pulling a pack of cigarettes out of your back pocket. You swiftly place the stick between your lips, lighting the end ablaze while you leaned up against the cold wall of the alley way.

Of course you didn't mind people seeing you smoking, but it wasn't exactly smiled upon. You breath out a gray puff as you close your eyes, fighting off sleep as you did so.

Before you can completely get lost in the warmth the cigarette brought, a voice caught you off guard, "Bum me one?"

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden appearance of a young, blonde woman standing next to you. Her eyebrows creased and lips pressed into a thin line. She was clearly not in the mood to deal with anyone or anything.

You pull the pack out again, offering her the box. Quickly and without a second thought she pulls a stick out and you light the end of her stick without question. You watch her breath in the smoke and quickly huff it out.

"Thats the good shit." She whispers, you assume she thinks you can't hear her.

You chuckle, pulling the cigarette out of your mouth, "Penny for your thoughts, ma'am?" The woman looks over at you, irrediculously. As if you asked the dumbest question in the world before she laughs dryly.

"Ever just love your job but hate the people because their fucking pricks. Not understanding the slightest bit of creativity or freedom." She raves. You smile while you watch her run a hand through her blonde hair.

You take another huff of smoke before boldly blowing it in her diection, catching her off guard. She stares at you with wide eyes before you drop the stick and promptly step on it, "I have an idea on how shitty unimaginative co-workers can be."

You pause to get a good look at the woman. You knew she was famous, her face was plastered everywhere but you didn't really care for all that limelight. You meet her eyes and smile at her, "Try not to get caught. Would hate for the headlines to have my face next to yours." You lower your voice to a hushed tone, "Would hate to ruin the image of perfection."

You look around before slipping the rest of the box into her open hand. She laughs softly before you wink her way and turn a heel to return to your office.

In all honesty, you thought that would be the end of it until you met each other the next night, and the night after that, and each one after that. She was there waiting in the same alley and it had become the highlight of your work days.

"Don't people go looking for you when you leave?" You ask as Rosé leans against the wall, not really smoking just choosing to keep you company instead of being at YG. She laughs softly, before looking at you sarcastically, "Of course they look for me. I'm hot shit."

You roll your eyes before turning to her with a smirk, "Yeah you are hot."

The singer looks at you from her position on the wall, an amused smile and raised brow as she leans forward, challenging you. She lifts her hand and curls her finger in. You confidently stride up to her for her to tug you by the tie around your neck, "Is that right?"

"Yeah." You reply faking carelessness. She's fucking obsessed with it.

Rosé tugs you closer as she bites down on her lower lip, "I would argue the same." You place a hand on the brick wall behind her as you tower over her. The smirk on your face grows as she tugs you lower to meet her lips. It was rough and needy and it all left you breathless.

That was the beginning of the most complicated relationship you'd ever known.

After that night, you two saw each other far more often. She gave you her address, her number, and semi-free access to YG Entertainment's facilities. Rosé gave you everything she could in spite of herself.

While waiting for her, you flip through a poetry book that was on her couch as Hank looks up at you pleading. You eye him before checking the corner, making sure Rosé wouldn't catch you letting him on the couch. You grin mischievously

"He's not allowed on the couch, N/n." The singer warns while putting her earing on. You look up and you can't help the smile that sparks onto your lips as you look her up and down. "Aren't you an attractive specimen, miss Park."

You prop Hank on your lap, "Hanky, doesn't mommy look simply stunning?"

Rosé rolls her eyes, commanding her pet to get off you. She plops herself down on your lap abruptly. You grunt before pushing her blonde hair to the side. "Careful with that mommy talk, might get you in trouble, Y/n."

You don't respond just looking up at her adoringly, lifting your hand to stroke her cheek gently. As you do, the singer blushes, feels butterflies shooting around her stomach. Trying to brush the feelings off, she laughs nervously. "Stare all you want now, people would pay to see me this close." She plays off.

You lean up, pecking her lips gently, "How about we skip the reservation." Rosé quirks a brow and laughs softly, silently questioning you. "I just want to spend time with you. I don't want anyone gawking and interrupting that." You pause again, leaving a quick kiss to her nose. "Just the two of us."

Her cheeks burn up as you stare at her, affection overflowing in your eyes. You watch as her fight back a smile, Hank jumps beside you both and sits down beside you. Both of you laugh and you stroke his fluffy head as you plop your head on Rosé's shoulder, "The three of us then."

Rosé shifts her gaze from the puppy to your. A mix of giddiness and anxiety fills her as she watches you but for a moment it fades as you look up at her. She strokes your cheek as she nods, "Yeah...I'd like a night in with you."

The singer falls into your arms, not caring about the delicate fabric of her dress, just wanting to be more comfortable in your arms. It's foreign to her, letting someone so close to her. She breathes a calm sigh as you tell her stories of your life.

Your conversation drawls out deep into the night. It wasn't long until you'd fallen asleep with her cuddled up to your chest. Rosé stares at you, etching your peaceful image into her head.

Carefully, she brushes your hair out of your face, biting her lip as she her heart pounds madly against her chest. "God I wish I could promise you the world, N/n...you're a dream wrapped up in the most adorable face." She confesses, the smile on her face fades. "But I just wonder how long you'll last..."

Tears prick her eyes pathetically and hides her face in your neck, a soft sob breaking from her lips. You stir awake, feeling her tears on your skin. Immediately, sleep fades from your body and you force her chin up slowly in spite of her resistance.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She laughs, voice cracking as she does, while shaking her head. "It's stupid. Just a nightmare..."

You take her cheeks in your hands, wiping her tears away. "You can come to me with anything...a nightmare, if you're hungry, if you need anything. I'm your girl." She smiles and nods against your palm, leaning into the warmth you offered her. You smile and pull her into your arms, squeezing her delicately.

"I'll protect you from those nightmares."

"You're such a dork."

The night ending with your laughter, the sweetest melody she'd ever heard. She would do anything to hear it every day.

It'd been months since you and Rosé first met and became an unofficial item. It had been the most blissed out both of you had been. You'd been less crabby to your co-workers and she had so much energy during promotions.

It seemed like smooth sailing until one night, just another argument about the dumbest, most menial thing. The bickering boiling over into a fight about how much time she spends with single men and women who would kill to get her attention.

"So you're saying that I'm easy to win over?" She yells out as throw your head back in frustration, groaning loudly before falling into irritated laughter. "Now you're trying to belittle my emotions! Why the fuck would you stand there and just laugh!"

"Do you know how fucking insane you sound right now, Roseanne. I'm not the one who stayed out all night last night, drinking and partying with rando people!" You bark back to which Rosé scoffs and crosses her arms. "Why can't you just trust me, Y/n?! Those are my friends! What are you going to stop me from seeing my friends?"

She pauses to step up to you glaring down at you, "Who sounds fucking crazy now?" The singer stomps off to the kitchen, grumbling to herself that she just wanted a quiet night in.

"Is it so much to ask that as your girlfriend you—" Rosé laughs madly as she slams a cabinet door.

"We are barely together! Get it in your head that you're—" You cut her off, practically seething with anger as you hiss out, "What? A passing fancy? Is that all I am to you, Chaeyoung?"

"Well maybe you are." You're taken aback, your eyes go wide as you stare at her expression. Waiting for the shift, the guilt, but she remains cold and her eyes continue to stare you down. You run your hands in front of your face as you hastily grab your things on the kitchen island.

"You are absolutely impossible to love Park Rose." Rosé freezes from her place in the kitchen as you rub your eyes gently, tiredness running through your body. You loosen your grip on your coat and purse. You turn back around to face her but before you can say anything her hand is up in your face, instantly silencing you.

She flashes you a tight smile as she pushes herself off the counter. Clearing her throat, subtly reaching up to push her tears back into her eyes.

"...Rosie..."

"No." She snaps, her smile unwavering but you see the twinge of hurt on her face, the sparkle of her tears. You take a step forward, an apologetic look on your face but she shakes her head, "You're right. I'm hard to love."

Rosé chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "I will..." She shoots you an awkward set of finger guns, "...See you, Y/n. You can..." A soft sniffle falls from her as she turns around, waving you off, "Uh...you can let yourself out."

You stand in the doorway, bag seeming heavier than when you packed it. You stare down the hallway, playing through every scenario you could. Doing anything to stay where you were for a little longer. Bringing you back to reality, Hank paws up your leg, whining softly.

You pat his head gently, smiling down at him with a sad smile, "Take care of her for me, bud. She and I are looking for different things right now..." You pause, chuckling to yourself, just how stupid you must look. "I love you Hanky and I love your mom too. Make sure she takes care of herself...alright?"

He barks softly, seeming to understand you. You offer him a proud nod before commanding him to go to Rosé's room. You pull the bag back onto your shoulder, looking around the room one more time before huffing and stepping out the door.

Rosé peaks from the hallway...regret and a bitter taste resonating with her. The words she spat at you were vile and she wished she'd never said them. But she was too late.

"You're impossible to love." Your words rang in her ears as she slid down the corner of the wall, her tears dampening her cheeks. Soft sobs that clung to her chest during your argument released and she could no longer control herself.

All night she wailed as you lay in your bed practically tearing your hair out from regret and frustration.

Weeks later, you still hadn't recovered from your argument with Rosé. Unsure where you both stood, if you were still a couple or not. But you didn't want to face it.

Though as much as you wanted to, it was impossible to avoid Rosé. Her face was plastered on every billboard, your co-workers talked insistently about the group's songs releasing soon, and you still saw her in the street from time to time. She met your eye before quickly pulling her gaze away.

It hit harder than you thought it would have.

"I have to say I didn't think Rosé would hit so hard!" You flinch at your female co-worker's words. You peak up your cubicle and see three of them talking amongst one another. The other two agreed as the third fiddled with their laptop, replaying a portion of a song from the group's album.

Your blood ran cold as her words rang in your ears, "Cause I'm hard to love."

Rather uncharacteristically, you hop to your feet and approach the gabbing women. You smile politely, to which they're shocked...they'd never seen you speak to them not about work. "Sorry to bother you...but what song was that?"

They stare at you gobsmacked before explaining it was Rosé's latest solo song on the group's album. As quickly as you came, you disappear, searching the song's title online, pulling your headphones onto your head quickly.

Your hands tremble as you read the title over and over again in your head. Swallowing thickly, you click the thumbnail of the song. The words making your heart tremble. Hearing her voice, even if it was a recording, was the sweetest catharsis you'd ever felt but at the same time her words...your words...stung you in ways you didn't think could hurt.

It was all new. You wanted to see her. You needed to.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Your co-worker asked, her expression soft as she motions to the tears falling from your eyes. You quickly wipe them away as her hands are on your shoulders trying to console you.

You push yourself out of your chair quickly, "I..." You clear your throat, trying to keep your voice from cracking. "I need some air...I'm going to..." You point out the door before dashing for it in spite of your co-workers calling for you.

As you make it out of the office building, a sense of clarity hits you. All the moments you shared with Rosé smack you across the face, imagining how you felt when you were with her. You pant and run your hands through your hair desperately, the realization that you just let go of the greatest coincidence of your life.

Thunder clapped, pulling you out of your daze.

You stare up at the darkening sky, cursing to yourself. A day you chose not to wear a coat...of course. Without thinking twice, you're quick to dash through the busy streets, feeling droplets of rain pouring onto your skin, leaving you soaked but all you can think of was that day you left her in her apartment.

The broken look on her face, the tremble in her voice, the things you said, and the things you wanted to say. Each thought pounds through your body. Pushing you forward until your breath is ragged and your legs are sore.

A sense of relief floods you when you see the YGE building in the distance, you smile tiredly before sprinting. It wasn't long before you were dripping in the lobby of the entertainment building, garnering stares from staff.

The receptionist stares at you, deadpanning, "I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks."

You laugh before nodding, "It's been hell trying to stay away." The young woman nods before looking over the schedule. Clicking her tongue softly as you tap your fingers anxiously along the desk.

Her words fade in the background as you look up and see Rosé, typing away at her phone as her managers surrounded her. You see the familiar tight lipped expression as the older men around her speak to her.

She looked just angelic as the moment you first saw her in that alley.

You're frozen in place as everything returns. The good, the bad, the past few months and how it felt to have her with you. In whatever way, you wanted to be with her.

Your feet take you out of the building, following her to the van. "Park Roseanne!" Your voice echoes through the open parking lot. Her managers look around to glare at you, they never did like you, thinking you were a bad influence on Rosé and her eyes immediately find you.

"Y/n?" She puts her phone away, and stares at you. The singer tries to uphold a stoic and distant demeanor but she was glad to see you. Seeing you brought her so much joy. "What are you doing here?"

For a moment you don't know what to say. Your mouth is stuck and all you can do is open your mouth then close it. Her manager's scoff and tell her, "Chaeyoung, this is a waste of time. Let's go." He guides her back towards the car.

You snap into action, "No, you've had control over her for far too long, sir." He glares at you, the singer beside him stifling a giggle. Composing herself, she"Say what you need to say then."

Your eyes locked, a flare of sincerity flashes over your face. "You aren't hard to love. I shouldn't have ever told you that. I..." You pause to catch your breath, Rosé stares at your soaked figure. You blush under her intense gaze. "You're impossible not to love. You're gentle, and hilarious, and gorgeous, and so unlike any person I've met. It makes me nervous and excited and I was scared that I couldn't keep up with you and you'd see right through that."

Rosé's hands tremble as she watches you pour your heart out, unsure if what was dribbling down your face were strayed raindrops or tears.

"I know you can't give me everything, I don't want you to have to. I want you to go out and live your life, be the success you can. I want you to be your authentic self."

You laugh, pushing your damp hair out of your face, staring up at the thundering sky. "I don't care that you can't give me everything...I just want to be with you, strings or no." You pause and laugh tiredly, "I love you, Rosie."

"Okay, I've heard enough of this idiocy. Chaeyoung, we need to go. You'll be late to dinner." Her manager ushers. For a moment she's frozen in time. All she can think of is how much she missed you, just how every song in her head was your voice, and just how sad and genuine you looked standing in the rain.

Rosé steps into the van, your heart sinks as she does. Her managers breathe a sigh of relief, giving instructions to block you from YGE's systems. You gnaw on your lower lip, disappointment sinking in your stomach. You turn around a sense of dread knowing you'd have to go back to a life without Park Chaeyoung.

As you walk away, you hear the faint sounds of pitter-pattering footsteps.

"Chaeyoung!" Her manager's call out in a panicked tone. And before you can react, her coat is above your head, covering both of you. You flush under her gaze, seeing just how close she was. It had been far too long since you'd seen the singer this close. "You're going to get sick if you stay in the rain for too long." She jokes before smiling up at you, brightening the grey sky.

"It's not going to be easy. I'm going to be so busy, so hard to trust, and I might just hurt you..." She pauses nudging her nose against yours, a broken expression on her face. You lift your hand, offering her a small smile as she whispers, "I might just fuck it up...like I do everything..."

"I want to try. Let me be the one in a million for you, Rosie." You laugh pulling her closer, her hands tightening around the coat above both of you. "If you fuck up, we'll fuck up together." You peck her lips gently, allowing the touch to linger.

You smile as you pull away, watching as her cheeks redden. "It's you and me, Rosé."

She giggles and tilts her head in shyly. "God, I love you, Y/n."

"Let's get you dried off, come on." Her events for the evening being the last thing on her mind, she lowers one of her hands, taking yours. You look down at the interlocked digits and a flood of warmth flowing through your entire body.

The warmth heating up your chilly body and for Rosé, she didn't feel so alone...so genuinely loved so to speak.

and im soft and this took much longer but also i wanted to do the idea justice and i wanted my return to angsty floof to be memorable HAHAHAHAH i hope you all liked this one!! classes started up again and have me on my knees wishing i was dead HAHAHAHA but i will see you all vv soon!! i love yo all and take care of yourselves, my lovelies 💖 - r

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ruinable.

Jo Yuri x Male Reader

A collaborative piece featuring the one and only @iznsfw! Had so much fun writing this and am definitely hoping for more of this in the future. Love you lots.

It’s been a while since you’ve properly produced a song. It just gets tiring sometimes, having to come up with new tunes and explore other genres so a big artist or two would want to buy it from you. A lot of what you’ve done during your much-needed break were just mini snippets, little ideas that sprang in your head on the most random occasions. Sometimes it was just a small tune that got you going, or a whole chorus inspired from the samples you were allowed to extract at your studio. But after finding out that you were given the opportunity to help produce another song for Jo Yuri, one of your close acquaintances and the best rising star in the industry, it just sparked your creativity. You were determined to give your all into the song, no matter how long you’ve gone without making one.

And so you did. You led the layering and even helped out with some of the lyrics. The chill guitar riff at the intro? That was your doing. You made it clear with your fellow producers at the studio: you wanted Yuri’s comeback to be good. Not only good, but the best. It didn’t have to be a wild rock song or anything too elaborate. What the general public looked for this season was a short, beautiful song that was easy on the ears but not too boring. It needed to be both calm and interesting. Something that a passenger would hear on the radio on the way to work that inclined him to find out the name of the song, and, even more importantly, want to discover and love Jo Yuri.

How could anyone not like Yuri? you wonder. As the two of you make your way down to her studio, she remains bright and cheerful, although she knew it would be another endless day. You were used to and knew all about her cute habits and dorkiness. They remain as strong as ever, even though her days in IZ*ONE, one of your favorite K-Pop girl groups that really should have been allowed a longer prime, were long gone. You still would have liked to see how the group discography and lore could grow. Too bad the agencies were shit and the contract was just temporary.

But she isn’t like her stuck-up seniors at Stone Entertainment. Like the song you wrote and produced for her, she is… just so loveable. She’s sweet and pretty, and just now, she looks back at you with pretty shining eyes and flashes you a mischievous grin. Beautiful. “Hey, oppa!”

“Yeah?”

“You like my hair today?” she asks giddily.

Oh, right. Your eyes finally take notice of her hair. It’s done into two pigtails that swing over her shoulders as she walks. She flips them in the air for you, firing an accompanying wink that should make her look more cute than hot, but you’re you. So, that little gesture still stirred something inside you.

Hide the blush in your cheeks with a look at the door that has conveniently ended the walk to the studio. Her name is written in bold yellow letters on it, in both Korean and English. They look pretty professional for the playful antics the owner has, but then again, you and Yuri have done things inside it that are far less professional than that. So you are glad to dismiss it.

“It’s okay,” you say, as you and Yuri enter. Unlike most studios, hers is a little small. She’s shared a few photos of it on her Instagram page, so you knew what it looked like even before you got to work with her. But the size didn’t matter; it holds all the needed equipment, and that’s already fine. Its walls are what you like; they are a serene green color, and it shows a lot of her paintings and drawings. One of them is signed by Hyewon, her former fellow member. Sticky notes pepper the remaining space. Some are reminders, and the others are lyrics.

There are a few seats: one for her to rest in while she sings into the mic, and three for the producers and coaches that help her through the recording. You sit in one of the chairs and she goes to hers.

“Ready?” you ask her, mouse cursor positioned on the minus one track.

“I was born ready,” says Yuri sweetly.

You click play. The plucked strings of your guitar resound through the room. You silence it down to a 98 as Yuri starts to sing. Once again, you find yourself in love with Yuri’s voice. Her tone is unique and pretty - it calms you down to sleep with the way she draws out her words in an autumn tune, and gets you on the dance floor as she belts her range in a pop song. You can see why she told you she wanted to be a vocal trainer if her idol dreams didn’t work out. The potential she has in the studio is outstanding. Although her skills are handy behind the scenes, in the writing and production process of music, her voice is just fit for whatever result they produce that she can make even more beautiful.

Yuri sings for quite a while. You let her do more runs to add more unique layers to the song, then call for a break. She immediately takes the bottle from the table and sips on its blue straw. As you watch her, your mind strays. You imagine those pretty lips sipping on something else. Probably even do more than sipping. But you put a stop to your green thoughts before they escalate. You are a producer - your job is to be as blunt and professional as possible. That is Yuri’s job, too. But you decide you like her lack of seriousness, even though her manager frowns upon it.

“Let’s do another go?” you ask Yuri.

“Not before you compliment my hairstyle.” She makes sure to tease you with her signature pout through the glass. “You like?”

“I said they were okay, Yul.”

“Oh, come on. Just okay?” She smooths them down and raises them in the air, leaning from side to side to show how much her dark hair has grown. How good they’d look wrapped between your fingers rather than her lithe ones. “Don’t you want to imagine what you could do with them? Pull them as you pound me from behind, call me a-”

“Yuri.” There she goes again, down the lewd path where she tries to rile you up. It’s amazing what dirty things spew from that cute little mouth of hers. One would never expect it from such an innocent-looking girl. “You do know the mic is on, right? And anyone can hear you if they walk by?”

Jo “Bratty” Yuri cocks her head to the side. “Keyword,” she points out, feistily, “if. No one’s going to walk by at this time. It’s almost six. So what do you say we have a little quickie? Just to get me going?”

She leans over to the table and cups her adorable face in her hands, flashing you the most pitiable puppy eyes she can muster. And fuck, everything about this is too tempting - her large eyes look at you as if it would be a mortal sin not to give her whatever she asks for, and her lips stretch into the cutest pout you’ve ever witnessed. And those goddamned pigtails… what if-

“Yuri,” you say again, tentatively.

“Yes, oppa?”

“Just stick to the recording.”

There’s more anger than hurt in Yuri’s eyes. She squints her eyes at you menacingly and crosses her arms, clearly upset. Surprisingly, she doesn’t lose herself in a fit of tantrums. She settles for a particularly loud slam of her bottle down the table. It’s enough to make you flinch, and you consider scolding her for it. She has been a brat after all, and it’s certainly not fit for her age, even though she’s younger than you. But you don’t want to spoil the session further.

For a long while, Yuri does not say anything to you. She actually focuses on her runs, repeating them as she pleases. She even adds the layers by herself, even without your creative direction. Her eyes never stray away, besides her computer and the lyric sheet you printed out. You start to feel a little bad. Although Yuri can be bratty, you still like her a lot. You don’t want to hurt her feelings, even in the slightest bit. But you pass on trying to apologize. It’s time she starts to work professionally, after all. Some things just can’t be tolerated while working.

You don’t mind that she is doing all the layering and pitches by herself, though.. You like seeing Yuri in work mode. Her eyes lose their playful shimmer and dissolve into nothing but determination. She starts to do things of her own accord. She deletes the previous track for the chorus and replaces it with a better recording, one where she changes the note in the middle of singing. It sounds so good that your mouth opens to praise her for it, but then you remember the cold shoulder she is giving you. Oh well, repay her with the same. An eye for an eye, Yul, you think. An eye for an eye.

But then, she speaks again:

“Oppa?”

There it is. Her voice. Her silky, beautiful voice that you only discover now you can’t stand being restricted from hearing. It’s your lifeline. No desire for petty revenge can make you dislike or ignore her.

You gaze at her a little too eagerly. Cover the excitement with a nonchalant raise of your eyebrows, finally happy that she is speaking to you. “Yeah?”

Her tips of her indexes meet and bump each other shyly. She looks… embarrassed. Her eyes are directed to the floor and her rosy cheeks are pinker than they usually are. “Can you... help me out with the high parts?” she asks quietly.

God, she’s adorable. Your heart thumps with adoration as you nod. “Yeah, sure,” you say. “Let’s do take one.”

Yuri beams at you happily. She’s happy that the ice between you has broken early, just like you are. The smile on her face is bigger than ever. So, of course, you expect an excellent take: Yuri is happy, the vocals are supposed to be cheerful. It’s a fulfilled formula. That is why you are surprised at the outcome:

Her run starts out smooth and silky, yet when it climbs to the high-note, it cracks into a hoarse and strained belt. It sounds so unlike Yuri that you make a barely-disguised wince. Nope, this isn’t it. Immediately stop the recording and click the trash bin icon.

“Yuri, what was that?” you ask. In hindsight, you should have at least tried to be gentle when you asked her about the diminished quality of the take, but it’s hard not to show your shock when Yuri is usually so good.

You know that Yuri knows it was a bad take. She swears underneath her breath, and looks back at you with shame written all over her cheeks. “I’m sorry, oppa. I think I was a little unprepared. Can we do some warm-ups?”

“Yeah, sure. Try raising your-”

“No, I don’t want that warm-up. I need something different!”

“And whatever could you-” You stop. You start to realize what she means by that. She never refers to warm-ups as warm-ups unless she’s hinting that the two of you should-

Oh.

Yuri smiles slyly at you. She adds more clues to help your remaining doubts fade: her tongue poking the inside of her cheek repeatedly as her fist moves from side to side. Once again, the sneaky glimmer shines in her irises. And there and then, you start to wonder why you ever thought that Jo Yuri would fail at what she does best. She took advantage of the smooth session to pave the path to what she wants: to be thoroughly fucked.

Why try to censor what Yuri’s desires are, or try to make them seem innocent? Jo Yuri is far from innocent. You discovered that while helping her record her debut song, “Glassy”. Remnant memories of that day flash through your mind: Yuri’s whiny moans filling the air when stemmed vocals should be, her slim legs flailing in the air wildly as you ate her out, and her fingers running through your hair. It drives you crazy just reminiscing about it, how you found out that the cute playful girl from IZ*ONE isn’t as pure as you initially thought.

You shake your head firmly. “No,” you say, but you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than convince the naughty brat in front of you. “Yuri, we don’t have time.”

“So what?” She’s more of a snake rather than a hamster, her representative animal. She’s slow and predatory as she moves closer to you, watching your every move. She must have seen your pupils dilate when she sat down on your lap, how your lips form an O the moment she swings one leg over your hip and grinds on your crotch. You have to bite back a groan; Yuri already feels so tight and hot against your body, and nothing has even escalated further.

Her hands seize and squeeze your shoulders. “Oppaaaa,” she says, drawling out your honorific sweetly. “Come on. You know that you want it, too. Just a quick fuck, please?”

“Yuri, the deadline for the song is near. You know how fussy your boss can get.”

“Hmph, fine.” She relents - or so you thought. Suddenly, her top is off, and you are given the upper view of her tight little body. Her handful-sized tits show perky pink nipples, a sign that Yuri is turned on just as much as you are, if not more.

Whilst you are stunned at the beauty of her breasts. Yuri gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek. She then sinks to her knees on the hardwood floor. The daring flame in her gaze remains as hot as ever throughout the whole process. It stays when she undoes your zipper and belt, fishes out and jerks your cock with flash-paced fingers. Your cock can do even without her quick handjob; it is already hard and up. Its condition just defies your earlier statements of refusal.

“Just give me your hot warm cum, then,” Yuri proposes. She gives your dick a few, readying jerks, causing you to let out a moan. What more could have come out from between your lips if you had not restrained yourself? It’s difficult to tell the quantity of the could-have groans but you are certain that they are aplenty. Why, with her slick tongue dancing on your erect appendage, sliding all over its prominent veins and its head, you could have already cum. “Your cock is already so hard for me. Want me to do something about it?”

“Oh, fuck, Yuri.” Your groan isn’t exactly a proper response to her question, but it clearly shows your want. Watch her suck sweetly on your tip as if it were another candy, then down majority of it in one go. Her tongue circles your length, pleasuring the sensitive spots and the underside.

“You will, don’t worry.”

With heavy-lidded eyes, you watch her rub her fingers over your base and basically make out with your cock. Her lips are soft as she gives you kisses, and are accented with hot saliva as she administers open-mouthed ones at its sides. Your tip already leaks; she makes sure to collect it with a quick swipe of her ready tongue and a slide down your slit. You start to lay back and enjoy it all. You think about how many big fans of Jo Yuri would have wanted to experience what you are going through right now, and feel a strange sense of pride pierces your heart. While they jerk off to her fancams and could only dream of fucking her, you are sitting there right now, getting a blowjob from her. You are definitely in heaven.

“Yuri-ya, you fucking brat.” You surprise her with a sudden tug of her twintails, which are convenient handlebars for fucking that pretty face of hers. She shrills in surprise, and whimpers helplessly when you start pounding her mouth. Fuck, her throat feels even better like this. “Are you that fucking cock-hungry? You could have told me to, hah, fuck you days before we record, but you still wanted to do it here, where anyone can hear.”

Her throat squeezes and constricts around your rapidly-entering length. The saliva starts to drip even more from the corners of her mouth, resulting in a hot, sloppy facefucking. Her eyes are glassy with unwanted tears. Her fingers, however, are wet not from her sobs, but the leaking pussy they constantly plunge into. You scoff as you realize that the brat is touching herself, rendering gratification from each swift buck of your hips and forceful pulls on her hair. Her moans are hot on your sensitive skin. They would have made a lot more noise were they not blocked by your penis.

“Mm, mmm, mmm!”

“Dumb little slut, what are you trying to say?”

Let go of your grip on Yuri’s pigtails so that she can speak clearly, and when you do, she makes herself just as clear. Lips slick and wet from consuming your precum, she gasps out: “Yes, please fuck my mouth, oppa! Please watch your big cock fill my throat like the cockslut I am!”

Blinded by lust and her needy words, you grab her and almost throw her onto the table. You don’t mind being blunt; you are only doing what she says. Sweep the equipment roughly to the side and press her down firmly to the brown surface. Now, with her head hanging off the edge of the table, you start to thrust into her again.

You know it should be wrong to manhandle her like this. Yuri is choking violently at this angle. Her face quickly becomes red at the lack of oxygen that is not even allowed to be filtered through her nostrils. She can only take in the musky scent of your testicles that knock roughly and degradingly into her face. But the hand between her legs remains steadfast in their masturbation, so you guess it’s a sign that she’s okay. And that even if she isn’t, she likes it. She really, really likes it.

Your cock sticks out in her neck, bulging under the skin. It’s so hot to watch how such a small girl tries to take something bigger than her; Yuri is gagging, tears in her eyes as she tries to keep herself sane. Her body occasionally lifts off the table, either in response to a severe lack of air in her lungs or a climax. Through it all, the suction of Yuri’s lips is still strong. Although her face is red, she wants to truly and thoroughly pleasure you. She keeps her jaw slack to allow more entrance through her mouth, and fires hot, sharp licks at your girth. Your groans can only be so loud.

“Fuck, please fuck me harder!” Yuri’s muffled moans drive you to go faster. And you do it, you give it to her harder. You start to press down on the base of her throat, making her squeal with pain and pleasure. You know you should consider her pain, but she feeds on it. She feeds on you and the pain you inflict so wildly that it’s only appropriate to give her more. She gets off to it, even; she’s starting to cry because of the overstimulation her clit goes through with her relentless rubbing.

Add to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through her body by squeezing her soft, delectable breasts. Yuri practically screams. Her arms and legs start to flail around wildly. Her throat constricts around your cock and multiplies the tightness by a hundred. It becomes difficult to move as Yuri’s choking gradually becomes more violent. And the sounds of her gagging over her own saliva and your large invading girth… you know you should feel bad, but it only draws you closer to orgasm.

You can feel the repeated sharp intakes of breath Yuri makes against your skin to keep herself conscious. But if it assisted her in any way, it’s not even near to enough. Everytime her whimpery gasps allow her a breather, your cock forces its way inside her mouth again. And when it withdraws, she has to bear your fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples. The knocked thrusts of your cock inside her mouth that never allow her a break, the strangely gratifying feeling of being used as nothing but a human fleshlight, and the rough play on her nipples just leave her flushed and needy. She wants you, she needs you, she can never go without being your fucktoy.

Most importantly, she can never go without your cum.

So you give her her lifeline: the creamy white flood that fills her mouth like milk. You might as well call her kitten with the way she laps it all up greedily. However, the licks and sucks on your cock come to an end as you instinctively pull out from her pouty lips. She just swallows your tip and cum so well that you can’t handle it anymore. You have to pull out. Can’t have her becoming more spoiled than she already is.

“Fuck!” By then, you are granted the glorious scene of your cum spraying everywhere on Yuri’s face, neck, and tits. She has to close her eyes with all the white rain landing on her body. You are left almost as breathless as she is, watching the red-faced Yuri stick her tongue out to catch the drops of cum and her fingers swirl the liquid around her nipples. She just looks so slutty, so tempting that you faintly wonder who taught her to do that. To do exactly what works you up and use it to her advantage?

Eyes shut, you can barely squeeze words past your throat after your body falls onto the chair whole. “We- We should go back to recording- hah- you have gotten what you wanted.”

“No- hah- no, I haven’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look—”

An oddly demanding sentence, sure, but you care enough to betray the wish of your eyelids to welcome light. Such betrayal does not pain you, for you are once again greeted with the view of Yuri’s naked body—a wondrous enough sight on it’s own—backing up and then climbing up the wall as she still so desperately steals breaths; her eyes squinting at yours with a sheen of lust. Connecting eyes with her was a mistake; you are now required to witness whatever she is about to perform.

Her feet, far apart on the edge of the table—

Her canine tooth, deep inside the edge of her lips—

Her fingers, far apart and deep inside the embrace of her pussy—

Having witnessed whatever she was about to perform, your eyes connect again, at which Yuri seizes the chance to whisper through her previously bright red lips: “There’s still a hole you need to fill, oppa.” Her lip bite turns into a smirk; you know there’s no way out.

No way out, unless you pump a hot load inside her pussy—though Yuri barely gives you enough time to process this fact, for her digits immediately start seeking her own sweet spot; her moans echo the room once more.

No way out, unless you pump a hot load inside her pussy—as soon as your mind is done decrypting the truth, you dart up to meet Yuri’s head on the same level; your blood surge once more but this time with the determination to cum as deep as you can, and as much as you can inside her.

“Mmph- fuck!” One syllable after another as Yuri’s slick but tight walls hug around you at near-lightspeed the moment you fill her to the brim—giving a rough kiss to her cervix—and allow your fingers to sink into her thighs.

Yuri’s hands immediately retreat to her sides, clawing the woodwork as her pussy tries its very best to accommodate to your size. “W-Wait! Oppa, you're too big!”

You have not much time left to waste or to wait, so you immediately start rocking your hips back and forth to give Yuri the pounding she so yearned. Her pussy, that is slowly but surely being pried apart by your hasty penetration, spasms around your cock to add another layer of bliss apart from her initial snugness—that you can't help but groan and praise her: “Yuri-ah, you're so fucking tight.”

“And you're stretching me so well, fuck! Oh fuck! Yes oppa, keep hitting that spot! Fuck!”

You are not sure how she managed to get a whole sentence past her lust-driven mind without a single moan, but she sure as hell is not doing it again. Each intelligible word of hers from then on is turned into a simple, primal “Aah!” each time you pull out and slam right back into her. Her thighs, too, ripple on each impact, just like how her dripping pussy ripples the pool of drool and cum on the ground.

This is where you show who’s truly in control. You first pull her petite body towards you, suspending her in a position that denies her the luxury of watching your cock continuously slide in and out of her. You then accelerate your thrusts, which actually goes along with her desires, but it’s the idea that counts—the idea of proving to Yuri that you are the one giving you both the pleasure, that you are the one in charge here; not her.

If you were reading a book about female orgasm, this part here would be about how you would want to tease her and deny pleasure—and what better way to achieve that by lowering the pace at which you’re pounding her? It was about as effective as using Drill Run against a Dedenne, for Yuri begins to interchange between moans and whines. Her eyebrows form a downward frown to urge you to reconsider your decision; her legs instinctively wrap around your waist as they feel the threat of you pulling out altogether.

Having asserted dominance over her, it's only fair that you get to use her however you want to: like an obedient little cocksleeve that she also happens to want to be. Her waist serves as an anchor as you dig joints deep to grab handfuls of it, less pulling her into you; more pushing yourself deeper into her. While her suffocating walls are gaped to a point where her sensitive spot is practically pressed up against your girth, Yuri bucks her hips in hopes of altering the frequency of your pounding to one of her liking, only for you to tyrannically force yourself to the top of her breeding hole to force a yelp out of her, reminding her who's really in charge. Finally settling for her own mounds and erected nipples, she lets you have your way with her. With her eyes closed, her vocabulary is reduced to naught but undecipherable, high-pitched moans that only solidifies her image as a main vocalist.

Minutes pass by in a flash while you're too busy blacking out, letting your sheer will take over and instruct your body to piston her fuckhole. Yuri's back arches, pushing her ribs against her skin while her fingers are still toying with her ample breasts. It is then the increasingly wet squelches and her heightening cries that brings you back to reality—the reality in which she needed your release, not hers.

Yuri hands travel from her tits to shelter her eyes as she indulges in the moment. “Oh my god- hah- fuck! Oppa! I’m about to- mmph- cum,” she moans, the irregular constrictions of her insides hints at her impending climax.

It is when Yuri abandons the bodily duet and lets her toes freely curl that you do something even more cruel: withdraw from her pussy abruptly to yank her back from the brink of euphoria. You should’ve felt bad for ruining her orgasm, but it’s all so worth it when you see the exasperation on her face. The sudden spike of despair causes tears to brink in her sex-crazed eyes, but it doesn’t change how needy she still is, and how itchy her pussy still feels.

“Oppa, why did you—”

Chapter five: ruining an orgasm to build up to the next. You deny her the chance to finish her question by flipping her around and then pulling her towards you by the limbs. Her perky tits yearn for attention, so your palms latch onto them to knead and squeeze—hard—as if marking them as your territory. All this while your cock is hidden in between her thighs, gently moving back and forth to relish in the softness surrounding your manhood while so wickedly teasing her lower lips with its upper side.

“—you'll put it back in me won't you? I need your cock so bad; I need to cum so bad… Please? Please ruin my slutty little pussy with your cock again, please?”

Maybe it was the way she begged; maybe it was that you, too, were longing for her textured walls—you somehow find yourself hilted in her core. A smile of relief and satisfaction dimples Yuri's face, but is quickly nowhere to be seen when you send two fingers to fiddle with her tongue, and rub her groin area which is bulged by your size, all while barraging her cunt with subtle thrusts at a torturously slow speed.

“Meanie,” Yuri complains, though her body still reacts by jolting to your movements like a qualified fleshlight would. Another gasp of her goes subdued by your fingers as your tip arrives near her womb yet again, only for you to slowly inch out of her core while you watch her return to a look of neediness. “You're such an asshole.”

As much as you want to bend her over and fuck the brattiness out of her, you won't. You could've pounded the squirt out of her while holding her head against the cold surface, but you just won't. Instead, you still make her lie tummy-flat on the desk—but with an entirely different goal in mind.

“I wonder how tight this hole is—”

Yuri hums as she feels your middle finger rest on her puckered hole. Still glazed with her spit, it is somewhat easy for you to ease your way into her rear. The newfound joy of exploring her asshole rekindles your adventurous soul, that you start wondering how much you can gape this unbelievably poky hole of hers. Slowly inch your joints out of her brown ring of muscle, then let your index finger join the frey to further widen her asshole.

The attempt to pry your fingers apart while sheathed in her proves to be futile, though it would seem like Yuri enjoys the double penetration as she goes: “Mmph! Fuck, oppa! It feels so weird- but so good, fuck!”

“Seems like you like it up the ass, huh.” You know you're not wrong, for each twist and turn sends her pussy convulsing around your cock. Soon feeling that she is but primed and ready to have her ass plowed, you extract from her taut holes and render them gaping. “Spread your ass for me,” you command, and Yuri knows better than to not heed your requests. The moisture in her anal walls and all over your length come in clutch to aid your venture into her most secluded area. The mushroom-shaped tip pops past her resistance, and the rest is child's play—you are buried deep inside Yuri's ass before you know it.

Hiss, and tell her that her butthole is amazing; Yuri pants as she slowly molds her rear in accordance to the shape of your cock with loving clenches.

Overwhelmed by the insurmountable sensation, you are finally convinced that it's time to chase your peak. With firm grasps on her pigtails, you start to drill her asshole like there's no tomorrow. Yuri goes from screaming about how hot it feels to have your cock ravage her hole, to sticking her tongue out in the air as the pleasure builds up, to eventually urging you with barely comprehensible words to wreck her until she cannot walk after the session.

It's probably her own expression of pure ecstasy; it's probably the intensifying heat in her rear; it's probably the way your cum sacks slap against her swollen clit—but Yuri very soon reaches the climax she so wanted to experience. All the pent up lust, all the pent up frustration, they leave her body in gushes after gushes of clear liquid, oozing out of her cunt to stain your thighs with the remainder further drenching the floor.

Throughout her orgasm you continue plunging yourself into the deepest depths of her anus, brutally forcing her seizuring walls apart for your own enjoyment. Her appeal for a more gentle treatment falls on deaf ears for you have allowed the friction between your now too sensitive cock and her ass to bring you towards the finish line. A few more mindless thrusts are all it takes to unleash the floodgates, sending you throbbing and spurting ribbons after ribbons of baby batter into her.

“Fuck! Take my cum like the good little slut you are!”

She's too far gone to even respond—you deduce as much from how her eyes are rolled upwards in her reflection; the unending splashes of her girlcum is further proof that Yuri is stuck in an euphoric trance. Fine—you take it into your own hands—or dick, rather—to fuck the hot jizz into her, making sure that every drop of semen remains coating the insides of her ass.

The familiar feeling of having an invisible knot tied in your tummy is annoying, but you reckon it's about time you freed your tattered cock from her equally abused butt. Your earlier endeavor to let no cum escape fails spectacularly as your load slowly leaks out of her winking asshole to drip down along her pussy lips and her thighs. “No matter; it is still a good sight to behold” is what you decide before letting your lethargic figure sink back into your seat.

Yuri's body continues to shake though her climax has long subsided. Whip your phone out and snap a quick picture of her naked bottom, that's a fine addition to your collection of post-sex mementos featuring Yuri and only Yuri. Stealing a glance at the surroundings and a quick recall of the sinful things that has just happened, you can't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude towards whoever it was that invented soundproof walls.

A minute or two later, the exhaustion from the vigorous mating session renders your eyelids a tad bit too heavy, and in the last moments of your consciousness your eyes somehow land on the clock hanging on the wall—

It's half an hour until seven—

Meaning it's half an hour until it's someone else's turn to use the recording room—

You suddenly don't know what to worry about anymore: the fact that you both should probably get the hell out of here soon, or the fact that you are probably going to miss the deadline to come up with her title track once again.

You suddenly don't know if you have what it takes to worry about anything anymore, for in the last moments of your consciousness, your eyelids are proving to be a tad bit too heavy.

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