#‘oh I’m a homebody I’m perfectly happy here’ WELL IM NOT HAPPY WITH YOU STAYING HERE BC IM YOUR ENTIRE

[shatterthefragments]

I cannot express how much I do not want to hear all about one direction right now (mum’s maybe special interest rn) (she was surprised I would be able to tell who they are and uhhh I went to public school)

I just want to get ready for school and pack my shit. And SLEEP.

Or talk about Kpop idols either (which we probably know similar amounts about in all honesty…)

And I don’t want to hear about Zayn’s eating disorder and how you think it’s a little weird for guys to get it even though it’s “mainly a thing in girls”

[lockefanfic]

Karaoke

(this one’s for ninjjansfw - happy belated!)

On the screen, she and her group members are singing of their search for a romance that will make them sigh like schoolgirls.

It felt a little odd, to say the least, given the cutesy nature of the lyrics and the overly lewd action she was engaged in at the moment. She complained about it sometimes - being forced to sing about the nervousness of school age crushes when she was so far removed from it. 

She never had many relationships in high school and university - despite the legions of men, and more than a few women, who were more than willing to throw themselves at her - preferring instead to come right home after class and lose herself in another video game or TV drama. Even when the rest of her friends (and later, her members) were out and about on late nights enjoying the frivolities of youth, she was at home, mining more diamonds for her Minecraft world. She was a homebody in every sense of the world, and wouldn’t rather have it any other way.

As Miyoui Mina grinds herself against you on the couch of the karaoke room she had rented out for your birthday, taking you in and out of her slick, wet heat, you couldn’t help but be thankful for her stay-at-home nature. The fact that you were experiencing what so many men could only dream of made you feel more than a little cocky. The fact that you were the first, and so far, only, man to experience this side of her made you feel like you were on top of the world.

Mina lets a soft, wordless moan escape her lips with every dip of her hips that sends your cock thrusting into her once more, filling her tight tunnel with hard, stiff meat. She wasn’t exactly a very loud person outside of the bedroom, but during your intimate moments she loved to let it all out, loved to give voice to every spark of pleasure she experienced from the moment you first touched to the moment your cock left her spent body, more often than not filled to the brim with your hot, thick cum in some part of her.

As her music video plays in the background on the large screen and she sings of a shaken heart, she lets out another long, sultry moan, her fingers clawing at your shoulders in a vain attempt to find some sort of release for the pleasure coursing through her perfect, tight little body.

You lean back on the couch for a moment, enjoying the sight of one of the most beautiful, most popular women in the country riding your shaft, those perfectly sculpted features twisted in pleasure. You couldn’t help but reach up to those firm abs of hers, enjoying the feel of soft, perfect skin beneath your palm before cupping a small, round breast. She’d divested herself of her top awhile ago, wanting to give you the best show she could give you, although she kept her short black skirt on at your request, even if she wasn’t wearing panties beneath it. It was your birthday, afterall, and she wanted to use her body to make you feel as good as she could.

Not that it wasn’t a pleasurable experience for her, either, if the gradual tightening of her pulsating pussy were any indication, her juices flowing freely from her opening to stain her thighs and yours, as well as the couch beneath. 

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her foul language another lewd juxtaposition, another thing she did for you that the world would never witness. Even as her song in the background wondered what love was, she let the swear words and breathless gasps of a woman in the throes of physical passion leave her lips. The prim and proper k-pop idol with the perfect image, foul mouthed during sex - who would have known? Her pace quickens, her hips grinding in a circular motion, your shaft sliding in and out of her body quicker and quicker as she impales herself on you again and again.

She leans forward, concentrating every ounce of her body into fucking herself on her shaft. She captures your head in her arms, and you lick the sweat from her chest, relishing the salty sweet taste of her on your tongue, the sounds of her moans in your ears, and the feel of her body wrapped oh-so-tightly around your cock.

When she cums, she is almost a different person altogether; the world thought she was a quiet, boring homebody - and she was, mostly. But when you fucked she was lust and sex and need incarnate. Her entire body is wracked with pleasure as she quivers atop you, your cock fully embedded into her quivering, spasming pussy as she rides out her orgasm, savoring every second of it.

She breathes heavily, her mouth next to your ear as she struggles to recover. You capture a stiff nipple in your mouth, relishing in the feel of her on your tongue. She lets another soft gasp escape her lips - the music of her body sent directly to your ears. On the screen she sings in a short black dress against a black and blue skyline, asking you to tell her she was the only one - and it’s true, she was; the only one you ever wanted, the only one there ever could be.

She finds enough energy to raise her head, those deep brown eyes locked on yours. Her beauty is not that manufactured, fake “beauty” one could find anywhere on the streets of Seoul. She is a princess, a queen, and you feel almost unworthy to be in her presence, let alone her boyfriend, let alone inside of her.

“Your turn,” she says softly, and she begins to ride you again, this time slowly, carefully, taking you in and of her at a torturously slow pace, drawing out every moment of pleasure. She leans back, giving you a better view of her sublime body, of those perfect breasts and flat stomach and the slick, wet flesh between her spread thighs. 

You wonder how many men have gone crazy over glimpses of this body, of her midriff under a short top or the hint of cleavage revealed by a low-cut dress; and here she was, in her naked glory, for you and you alone. You look down and watch as your shaft pierces her wanton pussy again and again, and you pray to whatever gods there might be that you would be the only one to ever do so.

You wonder what you did to deserve such pleasure. She squeezes your cock inside her, those magical hips grinding forward and back and in circular motions, every movement of her body driving you insane, closer and closer to an orgasm that you simultaneously wanted to attain and wanted to keep away, if only because it meant you could be inside her for a second longer.

On the screen, she is singing about wanting more and more. Your pleasure-addled mind agrees, because that’s how you always felt about Miyoui Mina - whether a lazy Sunday afternoon, lounging in her bed and watching Netflix, or when you were inside her during your most passionate moments - you always wanted more.

“I’m cumming,” you gasp, and a sly smile appears on her lips - a smile that is somehow at odds with her perfect, princess-like image. There is a sense of pride there, of sly satisfaction, the look of a woman who has a man wrapped around her little finger.

“Fill me,” she says, the two words barely above a whisper - and that’s it, that’s the end of you. When you cum inside Miyoui Mina your entire world blacks out, and the pleasure that wracks your mind overwhelms you. For a few precious moments there is only her, and you, and that wonderful union between your bodies as you fill her body with thick, hot white semen.

When you finally recover - and the song that started when she began to ride you again was just now ending, if that were any indication of how long it took you to do so - Mina is still there, still atop you, still impaled on your spent, slowly softening shaft. She strokes your face, kisses you softly on the cheek, and brings her mouth to your ear once more.

“It’s time for your present.”

You wonder what she could possibly have that could top the pleasure she had just given you, and you are more than a little puzzled when she reaches for her phone on the couch. She types a quick message out on it before tossing it away.

The door to the private karaoke room opens - and you are momentarily alarmed at the potential intrusion and discovery. You are even more surprised when Im Nayeon walks into the room, holding a small birthday cake, a lit candle atop it. She takes in the scene, the sight of you embedded to the hilt inside her fellow group member, and her only response is a smug smile. She bends to present you with the cake, and after catching Mina’s eyes and the look of sultry anticipation on her features, you blow out the candle. Nayeon places the cake on the table and slips her t-shirt off, leaving her tight body naked from the waist up - a flat stomach, cute belly button, and perfect little nipples atop perfect little breasts.

Mina finally leaves your cock, and you watch as a spill of your cum drips from her pussy as your shaft slips out of the mess you made inside her. She sits on the couch next to you, draping her arm around your shoulders.

Nayeon falls to her knees between your spread legs, her small, pink tongue darting out to lick the juices, yours and Mina’s, from your cock.

“Happy birthday,” Mina whispers into your ear, even as Nayeon takes you into her mouth and begins to suck, a prelude to the pleasure that was soon to come.

On the screen, Mina is singing now about how you made her feel special - although you know now that that she was wrong - she had it the other way around.