#(g)-idle smut

[kole-cooler]

The Lake House

Part 1: All of Us Strangers

Sana x Miyeon x Male Reader

word count 22K

You pull up to the lake house in your beat-up SUV, tires crunching on the gravel driveway, and the second you step out, you’re hit with it—this place is way more stunning than the pics online. The air smells like pine and damp earth, and the lake stretches out in front of you, its surface flat and gray under a thick blanket of clouds. The house itself is this cozy, modern thing—wood and glass, with a big deck overlooking the lake. It’s got this vibe, like it’s begging you to chill out and forget the world for a while. You’re already thinking, Shit, if this week goes as good as it looks, maybe I’ll buy this place. Peace, quiet, and nature all around—perfect for your photography, which is the whole damn reason you’re here. And you’d bet your camera nobody’s around for miles—pure solitude, just how you like it—until you catch a faint wisp of smoke curling up from the chimney of that dark house across the lake, and now your solo trip’s got some unexpected company popping off.

You pop the trunk and grab your gear—camera bag slung over your shoulder, a duffel with clothes, and a cooler stuffed with groceries you snagged earlier. Your day job’s nothing special, just some remote gig doing data entry for a logistics company. It’s boring as hell—punching numbers into spreadsheets, tracking shipments, answering emails from people who can’t figure out their own schedules. Pays the bills, though, and it’s flexible enough to let you fuck off to places like this whenever you want. Photography’s where your heart’s at. You’ve been at it for years, lugging your Canon everywhere, chasing the perfect shot. Landscapes mostly—sunsets, forests, water, anything that moves you. You’re no pro, but you’re good, and you’ve got a decent following on Insta for it. This trip? It’s all about that—getting out, breathing, and nailing some killer shots.

The lake house sits on this little peninsula, surrounded by trees so thick you can barely see the dirt road you came in on. It’s isolated, yeah, but not too far out. There’s a small city—more like a big town, really—about twenty minutes back. You stopped there on the way in, hit up a grocery store for the basics: beer, burgers, some frozen pizzas, and a bag of apples ‘cause you’re trying to be healthy or whatever. They’ve got a coffee shop and a gas station too, so you’re not totally cut off. Still, out here, it’s just you, the water, and the woods. No traffic, no neighbors blasting music—pure silence, except for the occasional bird or ripple on the lake.

You haul your stuff inside, drop it on the hardwood floor, and take a sec to check the place out. Big windows everywhere, letting in that soft, cloudy light. The living room’s got a plush couch and a stone fireplace you’re already itching to use. Kitchen’s sleek, all stainless steel and granite, and the bedroom upstairs has a view that makes you wanna cry—straight across the lake. Speaking of which, you step out onto the deck, hands in your pockets, and squint through the gloom. On the far shore, maybe half a mile away, there's that other house. Two stories, painted some dark color—navy or black, hard to tell with the weather. It’s got these big windows too, glowing faintly, and there’s a car parked out front. A white sedan, nothing fancy. There's definitely someone there, you think, and it weirds you out a little. You weren’t expecting company out here, not this close. The mystery of it nags at you—who the hell are they? Vacationers? Locals? You shake it off for now, but your eyes keep drifting back to that house as you unpack.

The clouds hang low, heavy with the promise of rain, and the air’s got that cool, damp bite to it. You grab your camera—couldn’t resist—and step back outside, adjusting the lens. The lake’s like a mirror, reflecting the sky, and the trees are all moody greens and browns. You snap a few shots, playing with the exposure, already imagining how they’ll look edited. This spot’s a goldmine; you can feel it. But that house across the water—it’s still there in the corner of your frame, pulling your focus. You zoom in, just curious, but it’s too far to make out much. Still, you’ve got this itch now, this tiny spark of intrigue. Whoever’s over there, they’ve got no idea you’re watching.

You’re fiddling with your camera, trying to frame up a shot of some birds skimming the lake, when movement catches your eye. Two figures step out of that dark house across the water. Girls, both of them, and even from this distance, they stand out. One’s got silky brown hair that catches the dull light, flowing down her back like she just stepped out of a shampoo ad. The other’s got jet-black hair, shorter, framing her face. They’re dressed casual—leggings and hoodies, nothing fancy, just comfy vibes. The black-haired one’s got a phone pressed to her ear, pacing a little, while the brown-haired one hovers close, hands in her pockets. You freeze for a sec, then casually swing your camera away, pretending to focus on the lake, the trees, anything but them. Don’t be that guy, you tell yourself, heart picking up a bit. Last thing you need is them thinking some random dude’s creeping on them with a lens.

But your curiosity’s a bitch. After a minute, you sneak the camera back their way, zooming in just enough to see them better. And then—shit—they’re looking right at you. Like, right at you. Your stomach drops, and you yank the camera down, turning your head so fast you almost tweak your neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You can already hear the headlines: “Outsider Caught Stalking Innocent Girls With Telephoto Lens.” You’re not that guy, but try explaining that across a lake. Hoping they didn’t get a good look, you ditch the deck and hustle to your car, popping the trunk like you’ve got urgent business. You grab the cooler and a bag of groceries, hauling them inside, your pulse still thudding in your ears.

You’re not out there five minutes before you’ve gotta go back for the rest. Stepping onto the deck again, you freeze—they’re coming your way. Like, actually walking around the lake toward your side. Your brain scrambles. Bolting inside might look shady as hell, but standing here like a deer in headlights? Not much better. You opt to stay, fiddling with something in the trunk—your spare tire, maybe?—pretending you’re too busy to notice them closing in. Your palms are sweaty, and you’re half-braced for them to start yelling or waving a phone with 911 already dialed.

“Hey!” a voice calls out, bright and chill, not pissed. You glance up, and the black-haired girl’s waving at you, a little grin on her face. You wave back, tentative, still expecting the vibe to shift. “Didn’t know anyone was over here,” she says as they get closer, her tone all friendly-like. “This place was a total dump last year—falling apart, windows smashed, the works. Looks dope now, though. They fix it up?”

You nod, relaxing a bit. “Yeah, rented it for the week. Guess it got a glow-up since then.” Up close, she’s got this energy—outgoing, loud in a good way. She sticks out her hand. “I’m Miyeon. This is Sana.” She jerks her thumb at the brown-haired girl, who gives you a small smile and a nod, quieter, maybe shyer.

“Sana, hey,” you say your name as you shake Miyeon's hand, then glancing at Sana. “Yeah, I’m just crashing here for a bit. You guys local?”

“Nah,” Miyeon says, leaning against your car like she owns it. “This house over there? My parents’. Been coming here forever, usually with a crew of friends. It’s our spot.” She gestures across the lake, where that dark two-story looms.

“Friends?” you ask, glancing between them. “Where’s the rest of the squad?”

Miyeon’s face falls a little, and Sana looks down at her shoes. “Yeah, that’s the shitty part,” Miyeon says, voice dipping. “They just called me—like, right before we came over. There’s a fuckin’ landslide or something on the main road in. Rain’s been nuts, and it’s blocked off. They were driving up from a couple hours away, so they just turned back. Not worth the hassle.”

“Damn,” you say, genuinely feeling for them. “That sucks. So what’s the plan now?”

Miyeon shrugs, kicking a pebble. “Hang out, I guess. Wait for the road to clear, then head home. Not much else to do.”

Sana pipes up then, her voice softer but curious. “That camera,” she says, nodding at it slung over your shoulder. “You a photographer or something?”

“Nah, just a hobby,” you say, brushing it off. “I work some boring-ass data job—spreadsheets and shit. This is what keeps me sane. Love shooting nature, landscapes, whatever catches my eye.”

Miyeon perks up. “You got an Insta for it? Let’s see.” You hesitate, then rattle off your handle. She pulls out her phone, taps away, and Sana leans over her shoulder as they scroll. “Yo, these are good,” Miyeon says, legit impressed. “Like, really good. You’re underselling yourself, dude.”

“Yeah,” Sana adds, her shy edge melting a bit. “The lighting in this one? Wow.” She points at her screen, and you feel a dumb little rush of pride.

“Thanks,” you say, scratching the back of your neck. “I’m here to chill and snap some shots of the lake, the woods, you know. Recharge.”

“Smart move,” Miyeon says. “We were gonna swim out there—” she nods at the pier stretching into the lake—“but it’s freezing. Usually it’s warm enough this time of year, but not today.”

“Global warming’s fucking with everything,” you toss out, and they both nod like, yep, that tracks.

Then Miyeon tilts her head, grinning. “Hey, since you’re Mr. Camera Guy, how about you take a pic of us out on the pier? Something to remember this weird-ass trip by?”

You blink, caught off guard, but they’re both looking at you expectantly. “Uh, yeah, sure,” you say, slinging the camera off your shoulder. “Let’s do it.”

They lead the way to the pier, Miyeon strutting ahead like she’s on a mission, Sana trailing a step behind, sneaking little glances at you. You’re still buzzing from the fact they’re cool with you—more than cool, actually friendly. You follow the girls down to the pier, boots thudding against the weathered wooden planks. The lake stretches out around you, still as glass under the heavy, gray sky, and the air’s got that sharp, pre-rain chill. Miyeon’s practically bouncing as she strides to the end, her black hair swinging, while Sana trails a little slower, her silky brown locks catching the faint breeze. They stop at the edge, the water lapping gently below, and turn to face you. “Alright, camera guy,” Miyeon says with a grin, planting her hands on her hips. “Work your magic.”

You lift the Canon, squinting through the viewfinder, and—damn—they’re gorgeous. Like, unfairly photogenic. Miyeon’s all confidence, popping a playful pose, one leg bent, head tilted, flashing a smirk that’s equal parts goofy and charming. Sana’s quieter about it, crossing her arms and giving a shy smile, but there’s something striking in the way she stands, the way her hair frames her face. You snap a few shots—wide angles with the lake behind them, then some tighter ones, playing with the depth of field so the cloudy horizon blurs out. Miyeon keeps it lively, throwing out dumb poses—peace signs, a fake pout—while Sana giggles and follows her lead, loosening up bit by bit.

“Yo, let’s see!” Miyeon calls after a dozen clicks, jogging over with Sana in tow. You flip the camera around, scrolling through the shots on the screen, and their faces light up. “Holy shit, these are fire,” Miyeon says, leaning in so close her shoulder brushes yours. “You sure you’re not a pro?”

“They’re so good,” Sana adds, her voice softer but just as impressed. “Like, we actually look cool.” The pics are sharp, the girls popping against the moody backdrop, their colors—black hoodie, brown hair—standing out in the gloom. You nailed the focus, the composition, everything.

“Yeah, well, you guys make it easy,” you say, shrugging, though you’re secretly stoked they like them. “Wish the weather wasn’t so shitty, though. This light’s all flat and gray—makes it look like you’re in some creepy thriller flick or something.”

Miyeon’s grin falters for a sec, and she nudges you with her elbow. “Dude, don’t even joke about that. We’re already kinda freaked out being alone over there.”

You laugh, raising an eyebrow. “What, you think some axe murderer’s hiding in the woods? Any crimes around here I should know about?”

She shakes her head, smirking but with a little edge. “Not that I’ve heard of, thank God. Just… it’s quiet, you know? Too quiet sometimes.”

“Fair,” you say, glancing out at the lake, the stillness of it almost eerie now that she’s put the thought in your head. “Well, if you guys need anything—someone to fend off the boogeyman or whatever—just hit me up. I’m right across the water.”

Miyeon’s eyes spark up, and she pulls out her phone. “Bet. What’s your Insta again? I’ll follow you, and you can DM me those pics.” You give her the handle, and she taps it in, tossing you hers in return—@miyeonnotmignon, which makes you snort ‘cause it’s so her. “Send ‘em whenever,” she says. “I need these for the grid.”

Sana glances at the sky, tugging her hoodie tighter. “We should head back. Looks like rain’s coming soon.”

“Yeah, true,” Miyeon agrees, squinting up at the clouds, which are starting to clump thicker, darker. “Don’t wanna get stuck out here when it dumps.” She turns to you, flashing that big, easy grin. “Enjoy the place, dude. Don’t let the thriller vibes get to you.”

You smirk. “I’ll try. You guys stay safe over there. Don’t go summoning ghosts or anything.”

Sana giggles at that, and Miyeon just rolls her eyes, waving as they start back down the pier. “See ya, camera guy!” she calls over her shoulder. You wave back, watching them go—Miyeon’s loud laugh echoing faintly, Sana’s quieter figure beside her—until they hit the shore and start the trek around the lake. You linger a minute, camera still in hand, the pier creaking under your weight. The air’s heavier now, the first hint of rain prickling your skin. You glance at their house across the water, its dark shape fuzzing out in the haze, and that little spark of mystery flares up again. They’re cool, way cooler than you expected. And something about them—maybe Miyeon’s loud charm, maybe Sana’s shy warmth—sticks with you as you head back to your own place, the promise of rain rumbling in the distance.

—

It’s been a few hours since you got back from the pier, and the world outside’s turned into a damn monsoon. Rain’s hammering the windows like it’s pissed off, streaking down the glass in relentless sheets, and the wind’s howling through the trees, making the whole lake house groan. Inside, though, it’s cozy—borderline toasty, thanks to the heater humming away in the corner and the fireplace lit downstairs. You’re sprawled on the bed upstairs, legs kicked out, a half-empty beer sweating on the nightstand from dinner—frozen pizza and some chips, nothing fancy. The generator’s chugging along out back, but you’re keeping an eye on the lights, half-worried it’s gonna crap out from all the juice the heater’s pulling. Last thing you need is to freeze your ass off out here.

You’ve got your laptop propped on your thighs, scrolling through the shots you took earlier—the pier pics of Miyeon and Sana, plus some moody lake stuff before the sky opened up. The girls’ photos are gold, even with the flat light. Miyeon’s got this wild, carefree energy in every frame, while Sana’s softer, her shy smile sneaking through. You tweak a couple in Lightroom, bumping the contrast, and damn, they’re Instagram-worthy for sure.

Eventually, you shut the laptop and roll off the bed, stretching. You can’t help it—your eyes drift to the window. It’s pitch-black out there, the rain turning everything into a blurry void. You press your forehead to the cold glass, squinting across the lake. Their house is just a smudge in the dark, but the lights are on—warm little squares glowing through the storm. You wonder what they’re up to. Probably curled up on a couch, watching some cheesy rom-com or maybe a horror flick, given Miyeon’s half-joking about being spooked. Popcorn, blankets, the whole vibe. You picture it for a sec—Miyeon yapping over the movie, Sana giggling at her—and it’s kinda cute.

Then—blink—the lights across the lake go out. All of them, at once. You blink too, like maybe your eyes are screwing with you, but nope, it’s dark over there now. Weird as hell. Your first thought is they hit the sack, but it’s too sudden, too synchronized. No way they flipped every switch at the exact same second. A power outage? Maybe the storm fried something. You stare into the blackness, chewing your lip. Okay, maybe you’re overthinking it. You’ve been out here alone too long, and those two are the only blips of life in this wilderness. It’s not like you’re obsessed or anything—they’re just… there. Still, it bugs you. You shake it off, muttering “whatever” to yourself, and decide to crash. Bed’s calling, and the rain’s drumming hard enough to knock you out.

You’re halfway to brushing your teeth when—thump thump—a sound cuts through the storm. You freeze, toothbrush dangling, listening. Imagination, right? This place creaks all the time. But then it comes again, louder—THUMP THUMP THUMP—straight from the front door downstairs. Your heart kicks up, and you spit into the sink, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Could be a branch or some shit blowing around in the wind, but it sounded too deliberate. You grab your phone, thumb hovering over the flashlight app, and creep to the stairs, ears straining. The rain’s deafening, but there’s something else—a muffled voice maybe?

You pad down to the first floor, barefoot on the cold wood, nerves buzzing. The knocking’s real, no doubt now, and it’s insistent. “Who the fuck—” you mutter, snagging a jacket from the couch and shrugging it on. You’re half-expecting a drenched hiker or some rando stranded in the storm, but part of you—okay, a big part—wonders if it’s them. You flip on the porch light, yank the door open, and—bam—a flashlight beam hits you square in the face, blinding you for a sec.

“Shit, sorry!” a familiar voice says, and the light drops. It’s Miyeon, soaked to the bone, her black hair plastered to her face, hoodie clinging like a second skin. Sana’s right behind her, brown hair dripping, looking like a drowned kitten in her oversized sweater. They’re both shivering, rain streaming off them, pooling on your doorstep.

“Jesus, you guys okay?” you say, stepping back to let them in. “What the hell happened?”

Miyeon’s teeth are chattering, but she’s still got that spark. “Our generator fucking died, dude. No lights, no heat, nothing. We’ve got no clue what’s wrong, and it’s creepy as shit over there. Can you—please—come take a look?”

“Yeah, of course,” you say, already zipping up your jacket. You grab your boots from the mat, shoving them on while they hover by the door, dripping and miserable. “You sure you don’t wanna dry off first? You’re gonna catch pneumonia or something.”

Sana shakes her head, hugging herself. “We just wanna get it fixed. It’s freezing, and I swear I heard something moving in the dark.”

“Probably just the wind,” Miyeon says, but she doesn’t sound convinced. “Still, let’s go. I’m not sleeping in a blackout.”

You snag a flashlight from the kitchen drawer—bigger than theirs, one of those heavy-duty ones—and flick it on. “Alright, lead the way. Let’s see if we can save your night.”

They nod, grateful, and you step out into the storm with them. The rain hits like needles, cold and relentless, soaking through your jeans in seconds. Miyeon’s ahead, power-walking around the lake, while Sana sticks closer, her flashlight beam jittering across the muddy path. You’re all hunched against the wind, shouting over the roar of the downpour—Miyeon bitching about how her parents need to upgrade their shit, Sana muttering about hating storms. It’s a slog, wet and miserable, but you can’t help feeling a little badass, trekking out here to play hero. The house looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the storm, and the second you step inside, the vibe hits you—cold, damp, and way too quiet without the hum of electronics. Miyeon flicks her flashlight around, leading the way through the living room—furniture shadowy lumps in the gloom—down a narrow hall to a back door. “Generator’s out here,” she says, shoving it open. The wind blasts in, spraying rain across your face, and you grimace as you follow them into a little shed attached to the house.

The generator sits there like a grumpy old beast, silent and useless. Sana holds her flashlight steady, the beam jittering a little from her shaky hands, while Miyeon aims hers at the control panel. “It just… stopped,” she says, kicking the base lightly. “No warning, no nothing.” You crouch down, popping the side panel open with a grunt, and peer inside. The smell of wet metal and fuel hits you, and you sweep your flashlight over the guts—wires, gauges, a fuel tank that’s still half-full. You’re no expert, but you’ve fucked around with enough random shit to spot trouble. And there it is: a busted fuel line, cracked clean through, leaking diesel into the housing. Probably shook loose from the storm’s vibration or just shitty luck. Either way, it’s toast—no quick fix tonight, not without a replacement part and better light to work in.

“Bad news,” you say, straightening up and wiping your wet hands on your jeans. “Fuel line’s fucked. It’s leaking everywhere, and I can’t patch it with what’s here. You’re outta power ‘til we get a new one.”

Miyeon’s face drops, and she lets out a loud, “Are you kidding me?!” She paces a little, flashlight beam swinging wildly. “This is some horror movie bullshit. What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

Sana’s quieter, but you can tell she’s freaked too—her arms are wrapped tight around herself, and her voice comes out small. “It’s so cold already. And dark. I don’t like this. I swear I keep hearing noises.”

You glance around the shed, the rain drumming on the tin roof like it’s trying to break in. The house beyond it looks like a black hole, swallowing every bit of light. “Yeah, no kidding,” you say, scratching your jaw. “Look, I’m not gonna leave you guys stranded out here. My place has power, heat, and light. Unfortunately there is only one room with a mattress because, well, I wasn't expecting guests. But you can crash there tonight if you don't mind sharing a bed. No point in freezing your asses off in this.”

They both freeze, turning to look at each other. Sana’s the first to speak, hesitant. “Are you sure? We don’t wanna, like, invade your space or anything.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” you say, waving it off. “I’ve got a nice couch. Beats sitting here waiting for the boogeyman to show up, right?”

Miyeon snorts, but there’s relief in it. “Okay, yeah, that sounds way better than this shitshow. Give us a sec to grab some stuff.” They dart back inside, flashlights bobbing, and you wait by the door, leaning against the frame, listening to the storm rage. You hear them rummaging around—drawers slamming, muffled chatter—before they reappear, each with a small duffel bag slung over their shoulder. Miyeon’s got a hoodie pulled tight over her head, and Sana’s clutching a blanket like it’s a lifeline, her wet hair still dripping.

“Ready,” Miyeon says, zipping her bag. “Let’s get the fuck outta here before something else breaks.”

The trek back is brutal—rain in your face, wind shoving you sideways, the girls huddled close like you’re some kinda human shield. By the time you stumble through your front door, you’re all drenched again, leaving a trail of puddles across the hardwood. You kick off your boots, shaking water out of your hair, and point down the hall. “Bathroom’s that way. Go change or whatever—I’ll grab some towels.”

“Thanks, dude,” Miyeon says, already peeling off her soaked hoodie right there in the living room, revealing a damp tee underneath. Sana scurries off, blanket dragging, and you head to the linen closet, snagging a couple of big fluffy towels. When you come back, Miyeon’s in dry sweatpants and a loose tank top, toweling her hair, while Sana emerges in an oversized hoodie and leggings, looking less like a drowned rat now.

“God, you’re a lifesaver,” Miyeon says, flopping onto your couch like she owns it. Sana nods, settling next to her, tucking her legs under. “Seriously, thank you. I was about to lose it over there.”

“No worries,” you say, tossing them the towels. “You guys warm enough? I can put more wood in the fireplace if you want.”

“It’s good,” Sana says, pulling the blanket over her lap. “This is already a million times better.”

You nod, feeling weirdly proud of your little rescue mission, and head to the kitchen. “I’ll make some tea or something. You guys just chill.” The kettle’s already half-full from earlier, so you flick it on, rummaging for some random herbal shit you bought ages ago—chamomile, maybe? Close enough. While it heats, you lean against the counter, listening to them talk on the couch. Miyeon’s voice carries, loud and animated—“I swear, if my parents don’t fix that generator, I’m never coming back”—while Sana’s softer, giggling at her rant.

When the kettle whistles, you pour three mugs, balancing them as you shuffle back. “Here,” you say, handing them over. Miyeon takes hers with a grin, Sana with a quiet “thanks,” and you plop into the armchair across from them, cradling your own. The steam curls up, warm against your face, and for a minute, it’s just the sound of rain on the roof and the three of you sipping.

Miyeon stretches out, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. “So, what’s your deal, camera guy? Are you planning to buy this house or something?”

You laugh. “Nah, just a rental for the week. Needed a break from my boring-ass data job. From the city too. Figured I’d mess around with my camera, get some shots of the lake and stay close to nature.”

“Well, you’re stuck with us now,” she says, smirking. “Hope you don’t mind the company.”

Sana glances at you, a little smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, you’re kinda our hero tonight.”

You shrug, playing it off, but your chest puffs up a bit anyway. “Hey, beats being alone in this storm. You guys can crash as long as you need.” They nod, settling deeper into the couch, and the vibe shifts—warm, easy, like you’ve known them longer than a day. The rain keeps pounding, but in here, it’s just you, them, and the crackling of the fireplace making everything feel alright.

“So, what’s your story?” you ask, blowing on your tea to cool it. “You guys come up here a lot, huh?”

Miyeon smirks, setting her mug on the coffee table with a little clink. “Yeah, like I said, it’s my parents’ place. Been dragging people up here since I was a kid. Used to be all family trips, but now it’s more for me and my crew to fuck around—swim, drink, whatever. This time it was supposed to be a big thing, but, well, landslide screwed that.”

“That sucks,” you say, leaning back. “You two stuck it out, though. Pretty badass.”

Sana giggles, peeking over her mug. “Barely. We were freaking out before you showed up. I’m not good with storms—or, like, anything going wrong.”

“She’s a spoiled city girl,” Miyeon teases, nudging Sana with her foot. “Needs her Wi-Fi and hot showers or she starts crying.”

“Shut up,” Sana fires back, but she’s laughing, swatting Miyeon’s leg. “You’re the one who screamed when the power went out.”

Miyeon shrugs, unbothered. “Yeah, ‘cause it was creepy as fuck. Point is, we’re here now, thanks to Mr. Hero over there.” She jerks her chin at you, grinning.

You snort. “Just doing my part. So, what’s the deal with you two? You’ve known each other forever or what?” You figure they’re tight—besties or something, the way they bounce off each other.

They exchange a look, quick but loaded, and Miyeon’s grin turns a little sly. “Not forever,” she says, stretching her arms over her head, tank top riding up a bit. “We’ve been together, what, two years now?”

“Two and a half,” Sana corrects, softer, her eyes flicking to Miyeon like she’s double-checking.

“Together?” you echo, tilting your head. “Like… roommates?”

Miyeon laughs, loud and sharp, while Sana hides a smile behind her mug. “Nah, dude,” Miyeon says, sitting up a little. “Like, together together. Girlfriends. Dating. You know?”

“Oh,” you say, blinking, then catch yourself quick. “Oh, shit, that’s cool. I just assumed—uh, never mind. Awesome.”

Sana’s cheeks go pink, but she’s giggling at your stumble. “It’s fine. People assume we’re just friends all the time. We’re used to it.”

“Yeah, we don’t exactly scream ‘couple,’” Miyeon adds, smirking. “I’m too loud, she’s too sweet. Throws people off.”

You laugh, easing up. “Nah, I get it now. You balance each other out. That’s dope.” You mean it—they’ve got this vibe, like they click without even trying. Miyeon’s all fire and Sana’s the calm, but together it works.

“What about you?” Sana asks, shifting the spotlight. “You got anyone back home?”

“Me? Nah,” you say, shaking your head. “Solo mission right now. Work’s too boring to drag someone else into it, and I spend most of my free time with my camera anyway. Not exactly boyfriend material.”

“Bullshit,” Miyeon says, pointing at you with her mug. “You’re chill, you’ve got a cool hobby, and you’re not a total asshole. You’d do fine.”

“High praise,” you deadpan, grinning. “I’ll put that on my dating profile: ‘Not a total asshole, says random lake girl.’”

They both crack up, and the room feels lighter, like the storm’s just background noise now. You keep chatting—little stuff at first. You tell them about your data gig, how it’s mind-numbing but pays the bills, and how you’ve been shooting photos since you were a teenager, chasing sunsets and storms like this one. Miyeon spills about her graphic design side hustle, how she’s always doodling on her iPad, while Sana admits she’s a barista at some trendy coffee shop, secretly loving the chaos of the morning rush.

“Hold up,” you say, setting your empty mug down. “You’re telling me you’re out here pulling espresso shots all day, and you’re still this chill? Respect.”

Sana shrugs, blushing a little. “It’s not that hard. I just smile and people tip me.”

“She’s lying,” Miyeon cuts in. “She’s a pro. Makes latte art and everything. I can barely pour cereal without fucking it up.”

“Stop it,” Sana mumbles, shoving her playfully, and you can’t help but laugh at how easy they are together. It’s cute—real, not forced.

The convo drifts, and you’re all a little looser, the tea warming you up from the inside. Miyeon yawns, stretching so hard her tank top rides up again, showing a sliver of stomach. “Man, this storm’s not letting up. What’s the plan tomorrow if it’s still like this?”

You glance out the window—still a wall of rain and dark. “Dunno. If it clears, I was gonna hike around, take some shots. If not, I’ve got a deck of cards and some beer. We could kill time.”

“Beer?” Miyeon perks up, eyes glinting. “Why didn’t you say that earlier? Let’s do drinks tomorrow night, storm or not. We’ll make it a thing.”

“Deal,” you say, nodding. “I’ve got some whiskey too, if we’re feeling fancy. You guys in?”

Sana hesitates, then smiles. “Yeah, okay. Sounds fun.”

“Sweet,” Miyeon says, clapping her hands once, like it’s settled. “Something to look forward to after this shitty day.”

You all sit there a minute longer, the mugs empty now, the fire crackling mixing with the rain. Sana yawns next, covering her mouth with the blanket edge. “I’m so tired,” she mumbles. “This whole thing wiped me out.”

“Yeah, same,” Miyeon agrees, rubbing her eyes. “We should crash. You really good with us stealing your bedroom?”

“Take it,” you say, standing up to stretch. “Bed’s made, pillows and shit are in the closet if you need extra. I’ll grab the couch.”

“Are you sure we're not—” Sana starts, but you wave her off.

“Nah, it’s fine. Couch is comfy enough. You guys get the room, no biggie.” You grab the mugs, stacking them to carry to the sink, and they shuffle off the couch, gathering their bags.

“Thanks again, dude,” Miyeon says, dragging her duffel over her shoulder. “You’re, like, our storm savior.”

“Anytime,” you say, smirking. “Night, you two.”

“Night,” Sana echoes, giving you a little wave as they head down the hall. You hear the spare room door click shut, some muffled giggles and whispers filtering through before it quiets down. You rinse the mugs in the kitchen, flick off the lights, and flop onto the couch, dragging a throw blanket over yourself. The rain’s still going hard outside, but inside it’s warm and peaceful. Tomorrow’s got drinks on deck, and with Miyeon and Sana around, it’s shaping up to be a hell of a night. You close your eyes, the storm lulling you off, and crash out with a dumb little smile tugging at your lips.

—

You blink awake on the couch, the blanket tangled around your legs, sunlight sneaking through the blinds in thin, golden stripes. The house is quiet—no rain, no wind, just the soft hum of the heater ticking down, the fireplace already out. You sit up, rubbing your face, and that’s when you smell it: coffee, faint but fresh, and something sweet lingering in the air. Stumbling to your feet, you shuffle to the kitchen and spot a little spread on the counter—toast stacked on a plate, a jar of jam open next to it, and a couple strips of bacon still warm under a paper towel. There’s a note scribbled in messy handwriting: “Thanks for last night! Enjoy – M & S.” You smirk, figuring it’s the girls’ doing. They’re not around, though—place feels empty without their chatter.

You scarf down the breakfast—crisp toast slathered with strawberry jam, bacon salty and perfect—then hit the shower, letting the hot water blast away the last of the sleep haze. By the time you’re dressed—jeans, a hoodie, sneakers—it’s pushing 9 a.m. You grab your camera bag, sling it over your shoulder, and step outside. Holy shit, it’s a different world. After yesterday’s apocalyptic downpour, the sun’s out, blazing in a sky so blue it looks photoshopped. The lake sparkles, all glassy and calm, and the air’s crisp but not freezing, a perfect late-morning vibe. You’re still marveling at it when a loud whoop cuts through the silence, followed by a splash.

Your head snaps toward the pier, and there’s Miyeon, mid-air, cannonballing into the water with a scream that’s half-laugh, half-battle cry. She’s in a red swimsuit, bright against the lake, and as she surfaces, shaking wet hair out of her face, you spot Sana on the pier, waving at you in a pink bikini that hugs her curves just right. They’re both stupidly gorgeous, and for a second, you’re just standing there, camera dangling, brain short-circuiting. Miyeon’s got a little more thickness to her—medium, perky breasts filling out that swimsuit top, a round ass that’s damn near hypnotizing as she climbs back onto the pier. Sana’s slimmer, all sleek lines and subtle curves, the bikini showing off her tiny waist and long legs. You snap out of it when they call you over, Miyeon’s voice carrying: “Yo, camera guy! Get your ass down here!”

You jog over, grinning as you hit the pier’s edge. “Morning, ladies,” you say, shielding your eyes from the sun. “You two look way too chipper after last night.”

“Slept like babies,” Miyeon says, wringing water out of her hair, droplets splattering the wood. “Your place is cozy as hell. How’d you hold up on that couch?”

“Good enough,” you say, shrugging. “Woke up to breakfast, though—that was clutch. Thanks for that.”

Sana beams, sitting cross-legged on the pier, her pink bikini practically glowing in the sunlight. “I made it. Miyeon can’t cook for shit, so I took over.”

“Facts,” Miyeon says, not even arguing. “She’s a wizard in the kitchen. That bacon? Her doing. I’d burn the house down trying.”

“Shit, well, it was awesome,” you say, nodding at Sana. “Seriously, thank you. Didn’t expect the VIP treatment.”

Sana blushes a little, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “No biggie. Least we could do.”

Miyeon flops onto her back, stretching out like a cat in the sun. “Weather’s fuckin’ perfect today. Checked the forecast—sunny all day, but there’s another cold front rolling in tomorrow. Gotta soak this up while we can.” She props up on her elbows, eyeing you. “Come swim with us, dude. Water’s not even that cold.”

“Yeah, join us!” Sana chimes in, standing up and tugging at your arm. They’re both at it now, pulling you toward the edge, their wet hands slippery on your hoodie. Miyeon’s got that mischievous grin, and Sana’s giggling like she’s in on the plot.

You laugh, but it’s nervous, your feet planted. “Nah, I’ve got plans��gonna hike around, shoot some nature stuff. You know, trees, birds, all that shit.”

Miyeon sits up, crossing her arms under her chest, which—fuck, that swimsuit’s doing work. “Bro, we’re nature. Take pics of us instead. Way prettier than some random-ass tree.”

You smirk, caught off guard but not mad about it. “Can’t argue that. Alright, fine—photo shoot it is.”

Sana claps, bouncing a little. “Yes! These swimsuits are new, too. Gotta show ‘em off. Right, Miyeon?”

“Hell yeah,” Miyeon says, hopping to her feet. “Red’s my color, and pink’s hers. Perfect combo.”

You sling your camera out, adjusting the settings quick—bright sun, sharp focus. They start posing, and it’s like they were born for this. Miyeon’s all bold energy, leaning forward with a flirty smirk, then turning to show off that ass, one hand on her hip. Sana’s softer, tilting her head, letting her hair spill over her shoulder, giving you these quiet, sultry looks that hit harder than they should. Then they get together—arms around each other, laughing, pressing close like the girlfriends they are. Miyeon pulls Sana in for a playful kiss on the cheek, and Sana squeals, shoving her off, but they’re both cracking up. You’re snapping away, the shutter clicking like crazy, and every shot’s a banger—sunlight glinting off their skin, the lake shimmering behind them.

“Check these out,” you say, flipping the camera around. They crowd in, still dripping, Miyeon’s arm brushing yours as they ooh and ahh over the screen. “Holy shit, we look hot,” Miyeon says, zooming in on one where she’s tossing her hair back mid-laugh. Sana nods, pointing at another. “That one’s my favorite. The light’s perfect.”

“Glad you like ‘em,” you say, pocketing the camera. “I’ll send ‘em later with yesterday's photos.”

“Sweet,” Miyeon says, then glances at the lake. “You sure you won’t swim? Last chance before it’s all cold and shitty again.”

“Nah, I’m good,” you say, stepping back. “Gonna roam around, get some shots of the woods. Plus, I’ll swing by the city later—grab that fuel line part for your generator and fix it up.”

Sana’s eyes widen. “Wait, for real? You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s nothing,” you say, waving it off. “Hardware store’s not far, and I’ve got the tools. Beats you guys sitting in the dark again.”

Miyeon grins, big and genuine. “Dude, you’re too nice. Like, suspiciously nice. What’s your angle?”

You laugh. “No angle. Just don’t wanna see you stuck. Plus, I’m bored out here—gives me something to do.”

“Well, we owe you big time,” Sana says, hugging herself as a breeze kicks up. “Oh—can we charge our phones at your place? They’re basically dead, and we’ve got no juice over there.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you say, nodding toward your house. “Plenty of outlets. Leave ‘em as long as you need.”

“Sweet, thanks,” Miyeon says, already heading back to the pier’s edge. “We’ll catch you later then—drinks tonight, right?”

“Bet,” you say, giving them a mock salute. “Enjoy the sun, ladies.”

They wave as you head off, Miyeon shouting, “Don’t get lost in the woods, camera guy!” before cannonballing back into the water with another splash. You shake your head, smirking, and start down the path toward the trees, camera in hand. The day’s wide open, the girls are vibing, and you’ve got a solid plan—photos now, hero shit later, drinks to cap it off.

Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.

—

The sun’s dipping low now, painting the sky in lazy streaks of orange and pink as you roll back up to the lake house in your SUV. The gravel crunches under the tires, and you kill the engine, grabbing the plastic bag from the passenger seat—inside’s the new fuel line you snagged from the hardware store in town, plus a couple bags of chips, some salsa, and a pack of those sour gummy worms Miyeon seemed like she’d vibe with. You step out, the air cooler now that the afternoon’s winding down, and spot the girls on your porch, sprawled out like they’ve claimed the place.

Miyeon’s lounging in one of the wooden chairs, legs kicked up on the railing, scrolling her phone with one hand while the other toys with a strand of her damp hair—she’s still in that red swimsuit, a towel draped over her lap. Sana’s cross-legged on the floor next to her, phone plugged into an extension cord snaking through the open window, her pink bikini swapped for a loose tee and shorts. They look up as you approach, Miyeon tossing you a lazy wave while Sana gives a little smile, like they’ve been waiting for you to roll in.

“Yo, I’m back,” you say, holding up the bag. “Got the fuel line. And some snacks for later—figured we’d need something to munch on with the drinks.”

Miyeon drops her feet from the railing, sitting up with a grin. “You’re a fucking legend, dude. I’ll Venmo you later for the part—how much was it?”

“Like, twenty bucks,” you say, shrugging. “No rush.”

Sana tilts her head, brushing her hair behind her ear. “You sure you don’t need help with the generator? I’m useless with that stuff, but I can, like, hold a flashlight or something.”

“Nah, I got it,” you say, slinging your camera bag off your shoulder and setting it by the door. “Watched a couple YouTube vids earlier—think I can handle it solo. You guys just chill here.”

Miyeon laughs, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, good call. We’d probably just fuck it up worse. I don’t even know what a fuel line is.”

“Same,” Sana adds, giggling. “You’re on your own, hero.”

“Cool,” you say, grabbing the bag with the part and heading off. “I’ll trek over there and sort it out. Be back in a bit.”

You make the short walk around the lake, the last of the sunlight glinting off the water, your boots sinking slightly into the still-damp ground. Their house looks less ominous now, just a quiet two-story sitting there in the evening glow. You head to the shed out back, popping it open with a creak, and there’s the generator—same sad, silent hunk of metal from last night. You drop to your knees, fishing the new fuel line out of the bag, and get to work.

The YouTube tutorials you skimmed earlier play back in your head—some dude with a thick accent walking through the steps like it’s no big deal. First, you kill the fuel switch, making sure no gas is leaking out, then unhook the old line—cracked and crusty, just like you thought. A little diesel dribbles onto your hands, stinking like hell, but you wipe it on your jeans and keep going. The new line’s a perfect fit, sliding into place with a satisfying click. You tighten the clamps with a screwdriver from their toolbox, double-checking everything’s snug. Then it’s just a matter of priming the fuel pump—couple quick pumps like the guy said—and flipping the switch. The generator sputters once, twice, then roars to life, a steady hum kicking in. You stand back, grinning like an idiot. Fixed. Lights flicker on in the house behind you, and you give yourself a mental high-five—DIY king shit.

You trudge back to your place, wiping your greasy hands on a rag you snagged from their shed. The girls spot you coming and perk up—Miyeon’s on her feet, Miyeon swapped her swimsuit for shorts and a tank top. Sana’s leaning forward, both of them looking hopeful. “Well?” Miyeon calls out, arms crossed.

“Done,” you say, tossing the rag onto the porch steps. “Generator’s purring like a kitten. You’ve got power again.”

Sana lets out this big, relieved sigh, clutching her phone to her chest. “Oh my God, thank you. I was legit stressed about that.”

Miyeon whoops, bounding over and throwing her arms around you in a quick, tight hug. “Dude, you’re the best! I owe you more than twenty bucks for this.”

You laugh, patting her back before she pulls away. “Nah, just keep the drinks flowing tonight, and we’re square.”

“Deal,” Sana says, standing up now, her whole vibe brighter. “Speaking of, let’s crack those beers. I’m way happier now that we’re not, like, pioneer women anymore.”

“Bet,” you say, heading inside to drop the snacks on the kitchen counter. The girls follow, Miyeon raiding your fridge for the beers while Sana digs into the chip bag already. You grab a deck of cards from a drawer, flipping it in your hand. “You guys play cards?”

Miyeon pops a beer open, foam hissing as she takes a sip. “I do. Poker, blackjack, whatever. I’m decent.”

Sana shrugs, munching a chip. “I’ve never played. Like, ever. I don’t even know the rules.”

“No shit?” you say, pulling out a chair at the table and motioning them over. “Alright, I’ll teach you. Easy stuff—let’s start with blackjack. You’ll pick it up quick.”

They settle in, Miyeon plopping down across from you with her beer, Sana sliding into the seat next to her, still clutching the chip bag like it’s a security blanket. You shuffle the deck, the cards snapping under your fingers, and deal out the first hand—two cards each. “Goal’s simple,” you say, tossing yourself a jack and a five. “Get as close to twenty-one as you can without going over. Face cards are ten, aces are one or eleven, whatever you need. You want another card, you say ‘hit.’ You’re good, you ‘stay.’ Bust, you lose.”

Sana stares at her cards—a seven and a three—furrowing her brow like it’s a math test. “Okay… hit?”

You flick her a nine, and she gasps. “Shit, that’s nineteen! I stay, right?”

“Yeah, smart call,” you say, grinning. “Miyeon?”

She’s got a queen and a four, smirking like she’s already won. “Hit.” You deal her a six—twenty. “Stay,” she says, leaning back with a cocky tilt to her head.

You flip your second card—a nine. “Dealer’s got nineteen,” you say, checking the deck. “Sana, you’re good. Miyeon wins, though—twenty’s closer.”

“Fuck yeah,” Miyeon says, fist-pumping. “Told you I’m good.”

Sana pouts, but she’s laughing. “Beginner’s luck doesn’t count, right?”

“Nope,” you say, gathering the cards. “Let’s go again. You’ll get the hang of it.”

The hours slip by like nothing, the table a mess of empty beer cans, crumpled chip bags, and a half-eaten pile of gummy worms stuck to the salsa lid. The cards are long forgotten, scattered across the table from your last sloppy round of blackjack—Sana kept busting and blaming the “stupid rules,” while Miyeon was raking in wins like she’d been hustling casinos her whole life. The drinks keep flowing, whiskey now in the mix, poured into mismatched mugs because you ran out of clean glasses. The room’s warm, a little hazy, the heater still chugging along as the night deepens outside, but there are no more stars in the sky, and you already know what's coming.

You’re slouched in your chair, one leg kicked up on the empty seat next to you, feeling the buzz settle into your bones. Across the table, Sana’s climbed into Miyeon’s lap at some point—nobody batted an eye, least of all you. They’re comfy like that, Sana’s head tucked against Miyeon’s shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Miyeon’s arm while Miyeon’s got one hand draped around Sana’s waist, the other nursing her whiskey mug. They’re drunk, giggling messes, and you’re not far behind, the room spinning just enough to make everything funnier than it should be.

“Alright, camera guy,” Miyeon says, her voice a little slurred but still sharp, cutting through the haze. “Spill it. When’s the last time you had a girlfriend? You’re too chill to be single forever.”

You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck, the whiskey loosening your tongue. “Uh, shit, like two years ago? She was cool, but it didn’t stick. Been flying solo since then—works better that way, you know? Just me and my camera, no drama.”

Sana tilts her head, her lips curling into a teasing little smile. “Two years? Damn, you’re basically a monk.”

“Monk with a lens,” Miyeon adds, smirking. “Bet you’ve got girls tripping over you and you just don’t notice.”

“Nah,” you say, waving it off, though the compliment lands nice. “I’m good on my own. Relationships are… a lot.”

They exchange a look then—quick, sneaky, like they’re in on some secret. Sana whispers something in Miyeon’s ear, her breath tickling Miyeon’s neck, and Miyeon snickers, her eyes flicking to you. They both start giggling, sloppy and loud, and you lean forward, squinting. “What? What’s so funny?”

Miyeon shakes her head, still laughing. “Nothing, nothing. Just—we’ve got this friend, Shuhua. She’s super chill, loves hiking, nature vibes, all that shit you’re into. You’d hit it off.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sana pipes up, sitting up a little straighter on Miyeon’s lap, her cheeks flushed from the booze. “And Tzuyu too! She’s, like, gorgeous and artsy. Total your type.”

Miyeon nods like it’s settled. “Yeah, Tzuyu’s got that quiet, mysterious thing going. You’d be obsessed.”

You snort, taking a sip of your whiskey, the burn sliding down easy. “What, you two playing matchmaker now? I said I’m good.”

Miyeon’s grin turns mischievous, her eyes glinting under the dim kitchen light. “Okay, fine, but let’s be real for a sec. Between me and Sana—” she tightens her grip on Sana’s waist, making her squirm and giggle—“who’d you pick? Like, if you had to. Be honest.”

Sana’s head snaps up, her face going red. “Miyeon! Don’t ask that, oh my God!” She swats at Miyeon’s hand, but she’s laughing too, hiding her face in Miyeon’s shoulder for a sec before peeking out at you, all shy and curious.

You freeze, the mug halfway to your lips, caught off guard. “Uh… what?” Your voice comes out higher than you mean it to, and you clear your throat, trying to play it cool. “I don’t—I mean, I can’t just… pick. I don’t know.”

Miyeon’s eyebrows shoot up, and she leans forward, dragging Sana with her. “Oh, come on! You’re dodging. You totally know, you’re just too chicken to say it.”

“Am not,” you shoot back, but your face is heating up, and the whiskey’s not helping. You glance between them—Miyeon’s got that bold, flirty edge, all confidence and heat, her lips quirked like she’s daring you to say something stupid. Sana’s softer, her blush spreading, but there’s this spark in her eyes now, playful and warm, like she’s testing you too. They’re both ridiculous, and it’s doing shit to your head.

“So what I’m hearing,” Miyeon says, dragging the words out, “is you’d take both of us. Greedy bastard.”

“What—no!” you sputter, nearly choking on your drink. “That’s not what I said! You’re twisting it!”

Sana bursts out laughing, her whole body shaking against Miyeon. “Oh my God, you’re so greedy! Wanting us both, huh?”

“Fuck off, I didn’t say that,” you protest, but you’re laughing too, the absurdity of it hitting you all at once. “You two are wasted. I’m not even dignifying this.”

Miyeon grins wider, leaning closer across the table, her voice dropping low and teasing. “Oh, please. You couldn’t handle us anyway. We’re a lot, you know. High maintenance.”

Sana nods, mock-serious. “So much work. You’d be crying in a week.”

“Yeah, right,” you fire back, the whiskey buzzing through you now, making you bold. “I’d keep up. You’d be the ones begging for a break.”

Miyeon’s eyes widen, and she lets out a loud, “Ooooh!” Sana gasps, covering her mouth, but she’s smiling like crazy behind her hand. “He’s got some fight in him,” Miyeon says, leaning back and fanning herself dramatically. “Sana, you hear that? He thinks he’s tough enough for us.”

“I’m just saying,” you mutter, sinking into your chair, “you’re the ones who’d tap out first.”

Sana giggles, sliding off Miyeon’s lap to grab another beer from the fridge, her shorts riding up as she bends over. She spins back around, popping the cap with a lighter she snagged off the table. “You’re funny,” she says, pointing at you. “And shy as hell right now. Look at you.”

“Shut up,” you say, but you’re grinning, your face burning under their stares. “You’re both too drunk. This convo’s going off the rails—I’m scared of where it’s headed.”

Miyeon laughs, loud and unfiltered, tipping her mug back for the last of her whiskey. “Scared? Good. You should be. We’re trouble, camera guy. Double trouble.”

“Triple, with the drinks,” Sana adds, sliding back onto Miyeon’s lap, beer in hand. She takes a sip, then offers it to Miyeon, who leans in close, their lips brushing for a second as she drinks. It’s casual, natural for them, but it hits you like a punch—subtle, hot, and gone too fast to process.

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog. “Yeah, I’m calling it. You two are a menace. I’m having way too much fun, though.”

“Same,” Sana says, her voice softer now, her head resting on Miyeon’s shoulder again. “You’re cool, you know that?”

“Very cool,” Miyeon agrees, her hand sliding up Sana’s back, casual but possessive. “We’ll let you off the hook for now. But don’t think we’re done messing with you.”

You laugh, raising your mug in a mock toast. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Night’s still young, right?”

They clink their drinks against yours, the three of you grinning like idiots, the flirtation simmering under the surface—light, playful, but with an edge that keeps you on your toes. You take a sip of your whiskey, the burn familiar now, and figure it’s your turn to flip the script. “Alright,” you say, setting the mug down with a little thud to get their attention. “You’ve been grilling me about my love life—or lack of it. What about you two? How’d you even end up together?”

Miyeon’s head tilts back as she laughs, her black hair spilling over her shoulders. “Oh, dude, it’s a story. We met at some shitty college party—like, the kind with warm beer and a playlist that’s just Top 40 on repeat. I was trashed, trying to shotgun a can, and Sana was there, all cute and quiet, holding a red cup she wasn’t even drinking from.”

Sana nods, her cheeks already pink from the booze. “She spilled beer all over me trying to show off. I was pissed, but then she started apologizing like a maniac, and… I don’t know, she was funny about it. We just clicked.”

“Clicked, huh?” you say, smirking. “That’s cute. So, what’s the secret? Two and a half years is solid—most people can’t keep a houseplant alive that long.”

Miyeon shrugs, her hand sliding idly up Sana’s back, fingers tracing the hem of her tee. “Dunno. We just vibe. She keeps me from doing dumb shit—like, most of the time—and I make sure she doesn’t stay in her shell forever. Balance, you know?”

“Yeah,” Sana adds, leaning into Miyeon’s touch, her voice soft. “She’s loud and I’m not. Works out.”

You nod, letting the moment settle, then push a little further, keeping it chill. “Ever have any big fights? Like, the kind where you’re slamming doors or sleeping on the couch?”

Sana giggles, shaking her head. “Not really. We argue sometimes—stupid stuff, like who forgot to buy milk—but Miyeon’s too lazy to storm out, and I hate sleeping alone.”

“Facts,” Miyeon says, grinning. “I’d rather just bitch for five minutes and then make out. Way easier.”

You laugh, the image of them bickering-then-kissing too good to not picture. “Smart move. Alright, let’s level up—any exes still lurking around? Old flames trying to slide back in?”

Miyeon’s eyes narrow playfully, like she’s onto your game, but she answers anyway. “Couple of mine tried. Dudes mostly—had a few boyfriends before Sana. They’d hit me up like, ‘Oh, you’re with a girl now? That’s hot.’ Blocked them so fast. Sana’s exes are too scared of me to try anything.”

Sana snorts, nudging Miyeon’s shoulder. “You’re not that scary. They’re just… I don’t know, they’re all girls anyway. Nobody’s dumb enough to mess with us now.”

“Fair,” you say, leaning forward, resting your elbows on the table. The whiskey’s got your tongue loose, and the vibe’s right, so you nudge the questions up a notch—still smooth, but with a little heat. “So, Miyeon, you’ve dated guys before, right? Sana—you ever been with one? Like, ever?”

They glance at each other quick, a flicker of something passing between them—Sana’s blush deepens, and Miyeon’s grin turns sly. “Me? Yeah,” Miyeon says, casual as hell. “I’m bi—guys, girls, whatever. If they’re hot and fun, I’m down. Dated a couple dudes before I figured out I liked girls just as much. No big deal.”

Sana shifts on Miyeon’s lap, her fingers tightening around her beer bottle. “I… no. Never been with a guy. Always just girls for me.” Her voice is quieter, a little shy, but she doesn’t look away.

Miyeon tilts her head, resting her chin on Sana’s shoulder, her eyes locked on you now. “She’s curious, though,” she says, dropping it like a bomb, her tone teasing but deliberate. “Always has been. Right, babe?”

Sana’s face flares red, and she swats at Miyeon’s arm, flustered. “Miyeon! Shut up, oh my God!” She buries her face in her hands for a sec, then peeks out, still giggling despite herself. “I mean… yeah, okay, I’ve thought about it. Like, wondered what it’d be like. But that’s it. Closest I’ve gotten is—” She stops, biting her lip, and Miyeon finishes for her.

“The strap,” Miyeon says, smirking like she’s proud of it. “I’ve got this one that’s, uh, pretty realistic. She loves it, but it’s still not the real deal, you know?”

Sana groans, dropping her forehead onto Miyeon’s shoulder. “You’re the worst. Why do you say shit like that?”

You laugh, holding up your hands. “Hey, no judgment here. We’re all adults—shit gets spicy sometimes. Sounds like you’ve got it figured out anyway.”

Miyeon’s still watching you, her smirk softening into something sharper, more curious. Sana lifts her head, her embarrassment fading into a playful little pout as she takes a swig of her beer. “Okay, but why’re you asking?” she says, her tone turning provocative, her eyes narrowing just a bit. “You digging for details, huh? What’s your deal?”

You freeze for a sec, caught off guard, the whiskey making your brain a little slow to catch up. “What? Nah, I’m just—curious, I guess. Making conversation. That’s all.”

Miyeon’s not buying it, her head tilting like she’s sizing you up. “Bullshit. You’re interested. I can see it. All these questions—you’re fishing for something, aren’t you?”

“Fishing?” you say, leaning back, trying to play it cool but feeling the heat creeping up your neck. “Come on, I’m just chilling. Anyone stuck out here with you two would be asking the same shit. You’re the only entertainment I’ve got.”

Sana giggles, her pout turning into a grin as she leans forward, elbows on the table now, her chin in her hands. “Oh, so we’re entertainment? That’s your excuse?”

“Yeah, exactly,” you say, grinning back, the tension easing but still simmering under the surface. “Two hot girls, drunk and spilling secrets? Who wouldn’t be into that?”

Miyeon laughs, loud and bright, tipping her head back. “Fair. You’ve got a point. We are hot.” She nudges Sana, who’s still blushing but clearly loving the vibe. “He’s not wrong, babe.”

“Still,” Sana says, her voice softer but with a teasing edge, “you’re digging pretty deep. What’s next, you gonna ask our favorite positions or something?”

You choke on your whiskey, coughing into your fist as Miyeon cackles. “Jesus, no,” you manage, wiping your mouth. “I’m not that drunk. Yet.”

“Yet,” Miyeon echoes, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Give it an hour. We’ll get you there.”

The room’s buzzing now, the flirtation weaving through the air like a quiet current—nothing overt, but it’s there, subtle and growing. You take another sip, letting it burn, and lean back in your chair, meeting Miyeon’s gaze for a second longer than you should. Sana’s watching too, her smile small but knowing, like she’s in on the game.

The conversation’s still humming along, the whiskey keeping the edges soft and the laughter loud. You’re mid-sentence, riffing on some dumb story about a camping trip gone wrong years ago, when a faint patter hits the deck outside. At first, you think it’s just the wind kicking up, but then it gets louder, steadier—rain, drumming hard against the wood. The temperature drops fast, a chill sneaking through the open window, cutting through the cozy haze of the kitchen. Miyeon shivers, rubbing her bare arms, and Sana pulls her tee tighter around herself, her beer bottle clinking against the table as she sets it down.

“Shit, there it goes again,” you say, standing up to slide the window shut. The cold’s biting now, the kind that makes your breath fog indoors if you’re not careful. “The couch is calling us.”

They nod, grabbing their drinks and stumbling after you, a little wobbly from the booze. You flick on the living room lamp, its warm glow spilling over the plush couch and the throw blankets piled on the armrest. The fireplace is out, but the heater’s still doing its thing, and the room feels like a bubble against the storm outside. You flop into the corner of the couch, one leg tucked under you, the whiskey mug warm in your hands. Miyeon and Sana collapse together on the other end, a tangle of limbs and giggles—Sana’s half-draped over Miyeon, her head lolling against Miyeon’s chest as Miyeon wraps an arm around her.

“Fuck, your place is so warm,” Miyeon sighs, kicking off her flip-flops and pulling her feet up onto the cushions. “Ours would be an icebox right now with that busted generator.”

“Perks of not slacking on maintenance,” you say, smirking as you take a sip. “You’re welcome to crash anytime it shits the bed.”

Sana hums, her eyes half-closed, nestled into Miyeon like she’s ready to doze off. “Good to know. You’re spoiling us.”

The rain’s pounding now, a steady roar against the roof, and for a while, you all just sit there, letting the sound fill the silence. It’s not awkward—more like a breather, the kind where everyone’s too buzzed and content to force more chatter. But then you catch it: the way they’re looking at you. Miyeon’s got this lazy, lidded gaze, her lips parted just enough to show a hint of teeth, and Sana’s peeking up from Miyeon’s chest, her eyes brighter than they should be for how drunk she is. They’re giggling to themselves, quiet little bursts, like they’re sharing some inside joke you’re not in on yet.

You lean back, resting your head against the couch, and glance out at the deck, rain streaking the glass doors. “Getting late,” you say, casual, testing the vibe. “This storm’s not letting up anytime soon.”

Sana stretches, her tee riding up to flash a sliver of stomach, and sits up a little. “Tonight was so fun, though. Way more than we thought it’d be, stuck out here alone.”

“Yeah,” Miyeon agrees, her hand lingering on Sana’s thigh, fingers tracing absent circles. “Didn’t expect to end up with a generator-fixing, blackjack-teaching hero. You’re full of surprises.”

You laugh, shrugging it off, but the compliment sticks. “Glad I could keep you entertained. We can run it back tomorrow—more drinks, more cards, whatever. Weather’s supposed to clear up.”

“Sweet,” Sana says, her voice soft but perky. Then Miyeon shifts, her eyes locking onto yours, and there’s something different in them now—sharper, bolder.

“Fun doesn’t have to end now, though,” she says, slow and deliberate, like she’s dropping a hint she knows you’ll catch.

You tilt your head, playing dumb but feeling the shift. “What’s that mean?”

She smirks, leaning forward just enough to close some distance, her arm sliding behind Sana on the couch. “What’re you doing later? After we’re done sitting here?”

“Uh, sleeping?” you say, half-laughing, though your pulse kicks up a notch. “That’s the plan, anyway.”

Miyeon’s grin widens, and she glances at Sana, who’s biting her lip like she’s holding back a laugh. “Yeah, well, me and Sana—we’re probably gonna fuck,” Miyeon says, blunt as hell, her tone light but her eyes steady on you. “We were supposed to last night, but, you know, generator drama killed the mood. So now we’re kinda pent up. Horny as shit, honestly.”

You choke on your whiskey, coughing into your sleeve as the words hit you like a freight train. “Jesus, warn a guy,” you mutter, wiping your mouth, your face hot. Sana’s giggling now, hiding half her face in Miyeon’s shoulder, but she’s not denying it.

“What?” Miyeon says, all fake innocence, leaning back and pulling Sana closer. “Just being real. You asked.”

“I literally didn't ask anything,” you say, but you’re laughing, the shock mixing with the buzz and turning into something else—something that’s got your stomach tightening.

Sana whispers something into Miyeon’s ear, her voice too low to catch, and Miyeon’s smirk softens into something… hungrier. She looks back at you. “It’s pouring out there,” she says, nodding toward the glass doors, where the rain’s still hammering down in sheets. “We’d get soaked going back. Mind if we crash here tonight?”

“Yeah, of course,” you say, automatic, trying to keep your cool. “The bed is yours, I'm getting used to the couch.”

Sana’s the one who pipes up now, her voice quiet but cutting through the tension. “Sleeping alone in this cold sucks, though. Don’t you think?”

You blink, caught off guard again, your brain scrambling. “Uh… yeah, I guess?”

Miyeon’s watching you close now, her hand sliding up Sana’s back again, possessive but gentle. “What if…” she starts, pausing just long enough to let it sink in, “you joined us? Like, all three of us. Together.”

Your mouth goes dry, the words landing heavy. “Wait, what—like, serious? Or are you just drunk and fucking with me?”

Miyeon doesn’t flinch. She leans forward instead, setting her mug on the table with a soft clink, then turns to Sana. Without breaking eye contact with you, she cups Sana’s face and kisses her—slow, deep, not some quick peck but a real, sensual thing. Lips parted, tongues meeting, the kind of kiss that’s got heat behind it. Sana melts into it, her hands clutching Miyeon’s tank top, and when they pull apart, breathless, they both turn to you. Sana’s flushed, her eyes glassy, and Miyeon’s got this smug, daring look.

“Does that look like we’re fucking with you?” Miyeon says, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

Sana’s quieter, her voice a little shaky but steady enough. “You’re cool. And… kinda hot, honestly. We’ve been talking about it all night.”

“Yeah,” Miyeon adds, leaning into it now, her confidence dialed up. “I wanna see you fuck Sana. Like, I’d be there too—watching, helping, whatever. She’s curious, and I think you’d be perfect for her first time with a guy.”

Your head’s spinning, the room suddenly way too small, the air thick with something you can’t shake. Your dick twitches at the thought—Sana’s soft curves under you, Miyeon’s eyes on you, directing it all. It’s a lot, fast, and your heart’s pounding against your ribs. “Fuck,” you breathe, running a hand through your hair. “You’re not kidding.”

“Nope,” Miyeon says, popping the ‘p’ again, her smirk lethal. “So? What do you say?”

Sana’s staring at you now, bottom lip caught between her teeth, nervous but wanting, and Miyeon’s got that predatory edge, like she’s already decided how this is gonna go. The tension’s a live wire, humming between you, and you’re stuck, half-panicked, half-turned on, trying to process what the hell’s happening as the rain keeps drumming outside.

“Fuck it, I’m up for it.”

Miyeon’s grin stretches wide, victorious, and she slides off the couch, her bare feet hitting the hardwood with a soft thud. “Good answer,” she says, her voice low and sultry, like she’s been waiting for this all night. “Come closer, then.” She beckons you with a curl of her finger, her eyes locked on yours, daring you to hesitate.

You don’t. You push off the couch, the whiskey buzz making your steps feel loose, and cross the small gap to where she’s standing. Up close, she’s all heat and confidence—her tank top clings to her frame, her dark hair messy from the day, and she smells faintly of sunscreen and beer. She steps in, closing the distance, and grabs the front of your hoodie, pulling you down just enough to crash her lips into yours.

It’s sudden, rough, and you’re caught off guard—your hands hover for a split second, unsure where to land, before instinct kicks in. You kiss her back, tentative at first, lips brushing hers, tasting the sharp edge of whiskey and the faintest hint of her chapstick. Then she presses closer, her tongue flicking against your bottom lip, and you’re done holding back. You dive in, deepening the kiss, your hands finding her waist, sliding up the curve of her sides under her tank. Her skin’s warm, smooth, and she lets out this little hum against your mouth that sends a jolt straight down your spine.

Sana’s still on the couch, watching, her breath hitching audibly. You can feel her eyes on you, a quiet intensity in the way she’s perched there—legs tucked under her, hands gripping the blanket like it’s an anchor. Miyeon breaks the kiss for a second, her lips hovering an inch from yours, her breath hot against your skin. She glances over her shoulder at Sana, smirking. “Your turn, babe,” she says, her voice thick with promise.

Sana hesitates, her wide eyes darting between you and Miyeon, but there’s no mistaking the want there, the curiosity flickering behind her nerves. She slides off the couch slow, her bare feet padding across the floor, and stops just in front of you. Up close, she’s smaller than Miyeon—slimmer, softer, her oversized tee swallowing her frame, her shorts barely peeking out. Her lips glisten with gloss, and when she looks up at you, all shy and flushed, makes you breathless.

You don’t wait for her to make the first move. You step in, gentle but sure, cupping her face with one hand, your thumb brushing her cheek. “You good?” you murmur, giving her an out, but she just nods, quick and eager, her breath catching. Then you lean in, and her lips meet yours—soft, plush, addictive as hell. She tastes like gloss and the faint tang of beer, sweet and heady, and it’s different from Miyeon’s fire—slower, more tentative, but just as hungry. You kiss her deeper, letting her melt into it, your free hand settling on her hip, pulling her closer. She sighs into your mouth, a tiny, needy sound that lights you up.

Miyeon’s not sitting this out. She steps in behind Sana, her hands sliding over Sana’s shoulders, then down to her waist, guiding her closer to you. She’s watching, her lips parted, eyes dark with heat. Sana’s still kissing you, lost in it, when Miyeon takes her hand—small, trembling—and moves it, pressing it against the front of your jeans. You’re already hard, straining against the denim, and the second Sana’s fingers brush over you, your breath hitches.

“Fuck,” you mutter against Sana’s lips, and Miyeon laughs, low and throaty.

“Hot, right?” Miyeon says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She’s pressed up against Sana’s back now, her chin resting on Sana’s shoulder, watching you both like she’s directing this whole show. Sana’s hand trembles, but she doesn’t pull away—she squeezes, hesitant but curious, her warm palm cupping you through the fabric. It’s clumsy, unsure, but that only makes it hotter, the newness of it driving you wild.

“Jesus, this is insane,” you say, pulling back just enough to look at them—Sana’s blushing hard, her eyes wide and dazed, Miyeon’s grinning, all smug and turned on. Sana’s hand stays where it is, her fingers flexing slightly, like she’s testing how you feel, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to lose it right there.

Miyeon’s eyes flick down to where Sana’s touching you, then back up to your face. “She’s doing good, huh?” she teases, her hand sliding up Sana’s arm, encouraging her. “But fuck, I’m already soaked just watching this. Let’s take it to your room, yeah? This couch isn’t big enough for what I’ve got in mind.”

Sana finally pulls her hand back, her face half-hidden in Miyeon’s neck, embarrassed but buzzing with excitement. You nod, still half-dazed, the reality of it sinking in. “Yeah… yeah, let’s go,” you say, voice rough, your heart hammering as you lead the way.

The hallway’s a blur, your footsteps heavy, their bare feet padding behind you. You push open your bedroom door—messy bed, clothes tossed on the chair, the faint glow of a lamp in the corner—and step inside, the air cooler here but still thick with tension. You turn to face them, Miyeon moves first, her fingers hooking under the hem of her tank top. She peels it off slow, deliberate, letting it slide up her torso, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach, then the curve of her ribs, before tugging it over her head and tossing it aside. Her black bra clings to her, lacy and thin, her medium, perky breasts straining against it—she’s all confidence, hips cocked, watching your reaction.

Sana’s shyer, her hands trembling just a little as she grabs the bottom of her oversized tee. She lifts it up, inch by inch, revealing her slim waist, the faint dip of her navel, then higher until the pink bra comes into view—simple but cute, hugging her slighter, curvier frame. She hesitates for a second before pulling the shirt all the way off, her brown hair tumbling back over her shoulders, and when she drops it to the floor, she’s blushing hard but smiling, caught up in the moment.

They kick off their shorts next—Miyeon’s denim cutoffs hit the ground with a soft thud, leaving her in matching black panties that sit low on her hips, showing off the roundness of her ass. Sana’s shorts slide down her legs slower, pooling at her ankles, and she steps out, her pink panties a soft contrast to Miyeon’s darker set, clinging to her narrower hips. Standing there in just bras and panties, they’re a fucking vision—Miyeon’s thicker, all curves and bold energy, Sana’s slimmer but still lush, her skin glowing in the low light. It’s almost too much, the way they move together, like they’re perfectly in sync even now.

Miyeon steps forward, her bare feet silent on the hardwood, and nods at Sana. “You take the hoodie,” she says, her voice low and husky, thick with intent. “I’ve got the pants.”

Sana moves in, her hands tentative but eager, reaching for the hem of your hoodie. Her fingers brush your stomach as she lifts it, her touch light, almost ticklish, and you raise your arms to help her. She pulls it up and over, her breath catching as she gets a good look at your chest, her eyes flicking up to yours—nervous, excited, a little overwhelmed. The hoodie drops to the floor, and she steps back, biting her lip, like she’s sizing you up.

Miyeon’s not wasting time. She’s already at your waist, her hands deft and sure as she pops the button on your jeans. The zipper comes down with a quick, sharp sound, and she tugs them down, past your hips, letting them pool at your ankles. Her fingers hook into the waistband of your boxers next, and with one smooth pull, those are gone too, sliding down your legs until you’re bare in front of them. She’s kneeling now, right between your thighs as you sit back on the edge of the bed, her movements all purpose and hunger, no hesitation.

Sana joins her, dropping to her knees beside Miyeon, her eyes wide and fixed on your cock—hard, thick, standing up proud. It’s the first one she’s seen up close, and you can tell it’s hitting her all at once. “Holy shit,” she whispers, almost to herself, her hand hovering like she’s not sure what to do with it yet.

Miyeon’s already on it, her fingers wrapping around the base, stroking slow and light, her thumb brushing the underside. “Go on,” she says, glancing at Sana with a smirk. “Touch it.”

Sana reaches out, her small hand trembling just a bit as she lays it over Miyeon’s, following her lead. Her fingers slide up, tentative, tracing the shaft, feeling the weight of it—the heat. She runs her thumb over the tip, where a bead of precum’s already leaking out, and her breath hitches again. “It’s… big,” she says, her voice soft, awed. “And, like… really hot.”

You groan low in your throat, the sound slipping out as their hands work together—Sana’s delicate, curious grip mixing with Miyeon’s firmer, more practiced strokes. Your cock’s throbbing now, pulsing under their touch, and it’s driving you fucking insane. Sana’s fingers wander lower, brushing over the veins, then down to your balls, cupping them gently, rolling them in her palm like she’s figuring it all out. “This is wild,” she mutters, half-laughing, her eyes flicking up to yours for a second before darting back down.

“What do you think?” Miyeon asks her, her voice teasing but edged with her own arousal. She’s watching Sana explore, her own hand still moving, keeping the rhythm steady.

Sana bites her lip, her cheeks flushed deep red. “It’s… I don’t know, it’s kinda crazy how much I like it,” she admits, her fingers tightening slightly, testing the give. “Feels alive or something.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” you say, your voice rough, your head tipping back for a second as the sensation hits hard. Miyeon chuckles, low and dirty, and leans closer.

“Taste it,” she says, her eyes locked on Sana’s, pushing her just a little. “Go for it.”

Sana freezes, her hand stilling, but the curiosity’s there—bright and burning in her gaze. She leans in slow, hesitant, her breath warm against your skin as she presses a tiny kiss to the tip, barely grazing it. Then another, softer, her lips parting just enough to taste the salt of you. She pulls back, blinking like she’s surprised herself, then goes again—small licks this time, her tongue darting out, testing the waters. It’s clumsy, unsure, but the heat of her mouth, the wet flick of her tongue—it’s fucking electric.

Miyeon’s watching, her own breath ragged now, her hand slipping away to let Sana take over. “Good, right?” she murmurs, her voice thick. “Keep going.”

Sana gains confidence, her lips closing around the head, sucking gently—experimental, like she’s figuring out how it feels. Her tongue swirls once, twice, and you groan again, louder, your hands gripping the sheets to keep from grabbing her head and guiding her yourself. She pulls back, a thin string of spit connecting her lips to you, and looks up, dazed but grinning. “Okay, yeah,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “That’s… a lot.”

Miyeon laughs, shifting to kneel closer, her shoulder brushing Sana’s. “Told you it’s hot. You’re doing good, babe.” She glances at you, her eyes dark. “He’s loving this shit.”

You nod, breathless, the sight of them there—half-naked, on their knees, Sana’s shy exploration and Miyeon’s hungry stare—burning into your brain.

Miyeon’s got your cock in her hand, her grip firm but teasing, her fingers curling around the base as she angles it toward Sana. “Go on, babe,” she says, her voice a low purr, her eyes flicking up to meet yours—dark, horny, locked in. “He’s all yours.”

Sana’s determination’s kicking in, the shy edge melting away as she leans forward. Her lips part, soft and wet, and she takes you in again—slower this time, more deliberate. The taste’s sinking into her now, the salt and heat, and you can see it in her eyes—she’s getting hooked. Her tongue flattens against the underside, sliding up, then curling around the tip, and you groan, low and rough, your head tipping back for a split second before you snap it forward again to watch. Miyeon’s staring too, her lips parted, her breath coming faster—she’s as turned on as you are, her thighs pressing together like she’s already feeling it.

Sana pushes further, her lips stretching around you, trying to take more. She slides down, her throat tightening, and then—she gags, a little choke that jerks her back. Her eyes water, and she pulls off, coughing into her hand, a flush creeping up her neck.

“Easy, babe,” Miyeon says, her tone soft but firm, one hand rubbing Sana’s back while the other still holds you steady. “Don’t rush it. Breathe.” She brushes Sana’s hair out of her face, gentle but with that edge of control—she’s done this before, knows the game.

Sana nods, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, catching her breath. “Okay,” she rasps, her voice shaky but eager. “I’m good.”

Miyeon smirks, then shifts her gaze to you. “My turn,” she says, and there’s no hesitation—she’s all in, sliding down to take Sana’s place. Her mouth’s on you in a heartbeat, hot and wet, her tongue moving like she’s mapped you out already. She’s not shy, not slow—she takes you deep right off the bat, her lips sealing tight as she sucks, hard and deliberate. Her hand works what her mouth can’t reach, stroking in sync, slick and fast. You groan louder, your hips twitching, and she hums around you, the vibration hitting you like a fucking freight train.

Sana’s watching, wide-eyed, her embarrassment replaced by something else—amazement, maybe a little envy. She’s seeing a side of Miyeon she didn’t know existed, this confident, dirty edge that’s got her girlfriend deep-throating you like it’s nothing. Miyeon’s eyes flick up to yours, locked in as she bobs her head, her cheeks hollowing out, spit slicking her lips. She pulls off slow, dragging her tongue along the underside one last time, leaving you dripping—your cock’s a mess now, glistening with her spit, throbbing hard.

“Wet enough for you, babe,” Miyeon says, wiping her chin with a smirk, her voice thick with pride. She glances at Sana, who’s still staring, her breath uneven. “Ready?”

They both stand, peeling off the last of their clothes with a slow, teasing grace that’s almost cruel. Miyeon unhooks her bra first, letting it fall to the floor—her breasts bounce free, full and perky, nipples already hard in the cool air. She shimmies out of her black panties next, kicking them aside, and she’s stark naked now, all smooth skin and curves, thick in the right places. Sana follows, quieter, her fingers fumbling with her bra clasp until it snaps open—her breasts are smaller, softer, but perfect, her nipples a faint pink that matches her blush. She slides her panties down her legs, stepping out delicately, and when they’re both bare in front of you, it’s like every dirty dream you’ve ever had coming to life.

Miyeon twirls once, playful but deliberate, her ass jiggling just enough to make your mouth dry. “What do you think?” she asks, hands on her hips, her voice dripping with that cocky flirtation she’s mastered. Sana spins too, a little clumsier, her hair swinging as she laughs through her nerves.

“Fuck,” you say, the word slipping out before you can stop it. “You’re the hottest girls I’ve ever seen. No contest.”

They grin—Miyeon smug, Sana shy—and climb onto the bed. The mattress dips under their weight, the sheets rustling as Sana lies back, stretching out on her back, her head resting on the pillows. Her legs part slightly, not blatant but enough to draw your eye, her body a soft, inviting curve against the dark fabric. Miyeon slides in beside her, propping herself up on one elbow, her naked body pressed close to Sana’s—her hand rests on Sana’s stomach, casual but possessive, her fingers splaying out like she’s staking a claim.

The rain’s still hammering outside, a dull roar that only amps up the tension in here. You’re sitting at the foot of the bed, cock still hard and slick from their mouths, and the way they’re looking at you—Sana’s nervous excitement, Miyeon’s hungry confidence—it’s like they’re pulling you in without even moving.

You’re kneeling between Sana’s legs now, her thighs soft and trembling under your hands, her skin flushed pink from the booze and the buildup. She’s sprawled out beneath you, her chest rising and falling fast, her eyes locked on yours—wide, nervous, but burning with want.

You pause, reality cutting through the haze for a second, and clear your throat. “Uh, shit—girls, I don’t have a condom,” you say, voice rough, a little sheepish. “Wasn’t exactly planning on… this when I booked the lake house.”

Miyeon smirks, unfazed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Sana’s skin. “It’s fine,” she says, her tone smooth, deliberate. “She needs to feel you—like, really feel you. No rubber bullshit. Right, babe?” She glances at Sana, squeezing her breast gently, her thumb brushing over a nipple that’s already pebbled and sensitive.

Sana bites her lip, her breath hitching, but she nods—small at first, then firmer. “Yeah… I want that,” she whispers, her voice shaky but sure, her eyes flicking down to where your cock’s resting against her thigh, hard and leaking. “I’ve never… you know. I wanna know what it’s like.”

You swallow hard, the weight of it hitting you—Sana’s first time with a guy, and it’s you, bare, with Miyeon watching, guiding. It’s a fucking rush, equal parts thrilling and insane. “Alright,” you say, voice low, steadying yourself. “I’ll go slow. Promise.”

Miyeon leans in, her lips brushing Sana’s in a kiss that’s soft but deep, all tongue and tenderness, her hand kneading Sana’s breast harder now, rolling the nipple between her fingers. Sana moans into it, her body arching slightly, and you take that as your cue. You shift, lining yourself up, the tip of your cock brushing her entrance—she’s soaked, slick from everything before, her folds glistening in the dim light. You press forward just enough to part her, the head nudging inside, and Sana gasps, her mouth breaking away from Miyeon’s, her hands clutching the sheets.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her eyes squeezing shut for a second, then fluttering open to look at you. It’s tight—hot, wet and tight as hell—and you freeze, letting her adjust, feeling her walls clench around you like they’re figuring you out.

“Slow,” Miyeon murmurs, her voice a soft command, her eyes flicking to yours. “Don’t hurt her, okay? She’s my girl.” There’s that edge of possession in her tone, but it’s laced with something romantic, something deep—she’s sharing Sana with you, but it’s all love, all care, and it’s fucking hot how she balances both.

“I got her,” you say, your hands sliding to Sana’s hips, gripping her gently, keeping her steady. “You good?” you ask, checking in, your voice tight with how bad you want to move.

Sana nods, her lips parting. “Yeah… keep going.”

You ease in, slow as fuck, inch by inch, watching her face—her brows furrow a little, her mouth opens wider, and then she sighs, a long, shaky sound that’s pure relief mixed with want. She’s so tight it’s unreal, her heat wrapping you, pulling you in, and you’re halfway there when she tenses, her thighs squeezing your hips. You stop, breathing hard, your fingers digging into her skin just enough to hold her still.

“Tell me when,” you say, your control hanging by a thread, the way Miyeon’s watching you both—eyes dark, lips wet—only making it worse.

Sana exhales, nodding again. “Now… more.”

You push deeper, careful but steady, until you’re all the way in, buried to the hilt, her walls fluttering around you like a fucking heartbeat. She’s full of you now, and you can feel it—every twitch, every pulse—and it’s driving you nuts. Sana’s head tips back, a low moan slipping out, and Miyeon’s right there, kissing her neck, whispering something soft you can’t catch, her hand still working Sana’s breast like she’s coaxing her through it.

“Goddamn,” you mutter, your voice breaking, because this—Miyeon giving her girl to you, Sana taking you raw, the love and the lust all twisted up—is some next-level shit. “You feel… fuck, unreal.”

Miyeon smirks at you, her hand sliding down Sana’s stomach now, teasing just above where you’re connected. “She’s perfect, right?” she says, then leans into Sana’s ear. “You like him inside you, babe?”

Sana whimpers, nodding fast. “Yeah… so much,” she breathes, her hips shifting like she’s testing the feel of you, and that’s all it takes—you start moving, slow pulls back, gentle thrusts in, letting her get used to it. Her moans are quiet at first, little gasps and sighs, but they build fast, her body responding, her legs spreading wider.

Miyeon’s eyes are on you now, hot and approving. “Faster,” she says, her voice cutting through the haze. “She can take it. Give it to her harder.”

You hesitate for a second, checking Sana’s face—she’s nodding, her hands reaching for your arms, pulling you closer—so you pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, the bed creaking under you. Sana’s moans turn sharp, her nails digging into your forearms, and Miyeon’s right there, kissing her through it, her hand slipping between Sana’s legs, fingers brushing her clit to push her higher.

“Fuck, yes,” Sana gasps, her voice trembling, her walls clenching tighter around you with every stroke. “Don’t stop.”

You don’t—can’t—your hips snapping harder now, the wet sound of skin on skin mixing with the rain outside, filthy and raw. Miyeon’s watching you like you’re putting on a show just for her, her lips parted, her breathing ragged, and it’s that—her gaze, Sana’s tight heat, the whole damn scene—that’s got you teetering on the edge already, every thrust pulling you deeper into the madness of it.

You’re buried deep in Sana, your hips driving into her with a steady, hard rhythm that’s got the headboard tapping the wall like a metronome. Her moans are loud now—sharp, desperate little cries that fill the room, her thin frame trembling beneath you. She’s so tight it’s unreal, her walls gripping you like a vise, slick and hot, pulling you in deeper with every thrust. You’ve got her legs spread wide, one hand hooked under her knee, holding her open, the other braced on the mattress as you lean into her.

Miyeon’s right there beside her, naked and sprawled out, her hand slipping between her own thighs. She’s touching herself, slow at first, her fingers circling her clit as she watches you fuck her girlfriend. Her eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, her breathing ragged—she’s so turned on it’s obscene, and she doesn’t hold back with the dirty talk. “Fuck, babe,” she says, her voice husky, glancing at Sana. “Is his cock better than my strap? Tell me.”

Sana’s head jerks back, a loud moan ripping from her throat as you hit a deep spot. “Yes—fuck, yes,” she gasps, her nails clawing at your arms, leaving little crescent marks. “So much better… it’s so fucking good.”

That’s like rocket fuel to you. You grin, sweat beading down your forehead, and double down, your thrusts picking up speed, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Miyeon’s fingers move faster too, her other hand gripping the sheets as she watches, her pride flaring up. “Hear that?” she says, locking eyes with you, her voice dripping with heat. “You loving this? Fucking my girl senseless?”

“Shit, yeah,” you groan, your breath ragged, your cock throbbing inside Sana’s tight heat. “She’s so fucking tight, Miyeon. Like—Jesus, I can barely think straight.”

Miyeon smirks, smug and horny all at once, her fingers plunging into herself now, matching your pace. “Proud of her,” she purrs, her gaze flicking between your face and where you’re disappearing into Sana. “Bet you’d kill to feel that pussy all the time, huh? So hot, so tight, those sweet little moans—she’s a goddamn dream, right?”

You can’t even form words, just a low, needy moan that’s half-agreement, half-losing-your-shit. Sana’s whimpering now, her body rocking with every thrust, her skinny frame so delicate you can see the faint bulge of your cock stretching her out, pressing against her flat stomach. Miyeon’s mesmerized by it, her eyes glued to the sight, her own moans mixing with Sana’s as she fucks herself harder.

“Ruin her,” Miyeon says suddenly, her voice sharp, commanding, her fingers slick and fast. “Fucking pound that tight little pussy. She can take it.”

You go all out, pounding into Sana now, her skinny frame jolting beneath you with every thrust, her legs splayed wide—knees hooked over your arms, her pussy open and vulnerable, taking you deep. She’s a mess, her brown hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her cheeks flushed a wild, desperate pink. Her moans are loud, unrestrained, spilling out in sharp bursts that cut through the steady slap of your hips against hers. You’ve got her pinned, driving hard, her tight little pussy gripping you like it’s trying to strangle your cock—hot, wet, and pulsing with every slam, and her walls are clenching tighter now, her breath hitching, and you can feel it—she’s teetering right on the edge, her body trembling like a live wire about to snap.

“Fuck—fuck, your cock,” Sana gasps, her voice breaking into a raw, filthy moan, her hands clawing at the sheets, ripping at them like she’s losing her goddamn mind. “It’s so fucking good—shit, I love it, I love your cock so much!” Her hips buck up to meet you, sloppy and wild, chasing the friction, her pussy soaking you, dripping down your thighs. She’s unhinged, her words tumbling out fast and dirty, no filter, just pure need. “Harder—fuck me harder, don’t stop, I need it, I fucking need it!”

You growl, the sound ripping from your chest, and give her what she wants—slamming into her with everything you’ve got, your cock stretching her out, hitting that deep, sweet spot that makes her scream. Her whole body locks up, her skinny frame arching off the bed, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Like that?” you snarl, gripping her hips so hard your fingers leave red marks, pulling her back onto you. “Fucking take it—cum all over this dick, Sana.”

Miyeon’s moaning now, her fingers plunging into her own pussy, her other hand tweaking her nipple as she watches, her voice a low, horny rasp. “Goddamn, babe—look at you,” she says, her eyes glued to where your cock’s disappearing into Sana’s dripping cunt. “You’re losing it—fucking love that cock, don’t you? So hot, so fucking slutty like this.” She’s panting, her thighs trembling as she fucks herself faster, turned on beyond reason by Sana’s unraveling. “Cum for him—fucking soak that dick, I wanna see it.”

Sana’s eyes roll back, her mouth open in a silent scream that turns into a loud, broken wail as the orgasm hits her like a goddamn freight train. “Fuck—oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she cries, her voice shattering, her pussy clamping down so hard around you it’s almost painful—spasming wildly, gushing wet heat that slicks your cock, her thighs, the sheets. She’s thrashing now, completely out of control, her skinny body jerking like she’s possessed, her hands flying to your arms, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood. “Your cock—shit, I love it, it’s so big, so fucking deep—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

You don’t—can’t—your hips slamming into her harder, faster, riding her through it as her pussy milks you, her cum dripping down your balls, pooling under her ass. She’s screaming, incoherent now—just raw, animal sounds, her head thrashing side to side, her hair sticking to her face. “Yes—fuck yes, keep fucking me—love it, love your cock—fuck!” Her voice is a mess, slurring into sobs, her body shaking uncontrollably, her orgasm stretching out, relentless, like it’s tearing her apart.

Miyeon’s losing her mind watching it, her hand a blur between her legs, her moans turning sharp and desperate. “Holy shit—look at her,” she gasps, her voice thick with lust, her pussy dripping onto the sheets as she rubs herself raw. “She’s cumming so fucking hard—so goddamn sexy, babe, you’re a fucking mess on that dick.” She’s panting, her eyes flicking between Sana’s wrecked face and the bulge of your cock stretching her girlfriend’s flat stomach with every thrust. “Keep going—fuck her stupid, she loves it, look at her fucking cum!”

Sana’s still going, her pussy pulsing like a heartbeat, her moans turning into whimpers as the pleasure overloads her—sensitive, raw, but she’s still pushing back against you, greedy for more. “Please—shit, please, keep fucking me,” she begs, her voice hoarse, trembling, her hands reaching for you like she’s drowning. “Your cock’s so good—so fucking good—I can’t stop cumming!”

You growl again, leaning over her, your chest heaving as you keep up the pace, your cock throbbing inside her, the wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking you over and over driving you wild. “You’re a fucking addict,” you mutter, your voice rough, dripping with heat. “Love this dick so much—cum again, Sana, let me feel that tight little pussy lose it.”

Miyeon’s moaning louder now, her fingers plunging deep, her hips bucking against her own hand. “She’s so fucking hot,” she says, her voice cracking, her eyes wide and wild. “Look at her—cumming like a slut on your cock. Fuck, I’m gonna cum just watching this—keep fucking her, make her scream!”

Sana’s beyond words now—just gasps and cries, her body convulsing, her pussy still spasming around you as the orgasm drags on, relentless, her cum soaking everything—your cock, your hips, the bed. She’s shaking so hard her thighs are quivering, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, her eyes squeezed shut as she rides the last waves. “Fuck—fuck, I love it,” she whimpers, her voice barely audible, wrecked and raw. “Your cock—shit, it’s everything.”

You slow down, just enough to let her breathe, but you’re still buried deep, her pussy twitching around you, sensitive as hell. Miyeon’s panting, her hand slowing as she watches Sana come down, her own chest heaving. “Jesus Christ,” she mutters, licking her lips, her fingers still slick with her own arousal. “That was fucking insane—she’s never cum like that. You’re a goddamn beast.”

Sana’s eyes flutter open, glassy and dazed, a weak smile tugging at her lips as she looks up at you. “Fuck… that was…” She can’t finish, just shakes her head, her breath still shaky, her body limp beneath you. You pull out slow, your cock slick with her, and she whimpers at the loss, her pussy glistening, fucked-out and dripping with her cum. Miyeon’s still staring, horny and proud, her girlfriend a beautiful, shattered mess—and it’s all because of you.

Then, before you can react, Miyeon’s on you in a heartbeat, her hand wrapping around your shaft, stroking it as she leans in close. “Messy boy,” she teases, then lowers her mouth, licking you clean—long, slow swipes of her tongue that taste Sana all over you. She sucks the tip for a second, pulling a groan from your throat, before pulling back with a wet pop, her lips shiny.

You reach over, giving Miyeon’s ass a firm squeeze—round, perfect, begging for attention. “Your turn now,” you say, voice rough, still riding the high of fucking Sana senseless.

Miyeon grins, wicked and eager, and pushes you back onto the bed with a shove to your chest. You hit the mattress flat on your back, the sheets cool against your skin, your cock standing up hard and ready. “Lie down for me,” she says, climbing over you, her knees straddling your hips. She’s all curves and heat, her pussy already glistening as she hovers above you. Then she turns to Sana, who’s still catching her breath, propped up on her elbows. “Sit on his face, babe,” Miyeon says, her tone playful but firm. “He needs to taste you too—it’s fucking addictive.”

Sana hesitates for a second, still dazed, but the idea lights something in her eyes. She crawls up the bed, her slim frame moving slow, deliberate, until she’s kneeling over your head. You look up, and it’s a goddamn sight—her pussy right there, pink and wet from her orgasm, her thighs trembling just slightly as she lowers herself. “You sure?” she murmurs, glancing down at you, her voice soft but thick with want.

“Fuck yes,” you say, grabbing her hips and pulling her down. Her scent hits you first—sweet, musky, heady as hell—and then she’s on you, her folds slick against your lips. You groan into her, your tongue flicking out, tasting her—salty and tangy and so fucking good. She gasps, her hands bracing against the headboard, her body rocking slightly as you lick into her, slow and deep, savoring every inch.

Miyeon’s not waiting around. She lines herself up over your cock, her hands on your chest for balance, and sinks down—slow at first, just the tip, her pussy hot and tight around you. “Oh, fuck,” she moans, her head tipping back, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she takes you deeper, inch by inch. She’s thicker than Sana, her walls plush and soaking, and when she’s fully seated, her ass flush against your thighs, you’re gone—lost in the dual sensation of Miyeon riding you and Sana on your face.

“God, you’re big,” Miyeon says, her voice breathy, her hips rolling once, testing the stretch. “Feels so fucking good.”

Sana’s whimpering above you, her thighs clenching around your head as you suck on her clit, your tongue circling, then plunging inside her again. “Don’t stop,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “Please, don’t fucking stop.”

Miyeon starts moving, her hips lifting and dropping, slow at first, then faster, her hands digging into your chest. “Look at her,” she pants, glancing up at Sana. “She’s losing her mind up there. You like his tongue, babe?”

“Fuck—yes,” Sana chokes out, her hips grinding down now, smearing her wetness across your face. “So good… didn’t know it’d be this good.”

You groan into Sana, the vibration making her buck, and Miyeon laughs, low and dirty. “I knew,” she says, picking up the pace, her pussy slamming down on you harder now, wet and messy. “He’s a fucking natural.”

The room’s a mix of filth—Sana’s moans, Miyeon’s gasps, the slick sounds of skin and sex, all layered over the rain’s dull roar. You’re drowning in it—Sana’s taste flooding your mouth, Miyeon’s tight heat swallowing your cock, the insane push-pull of giving and taking. Your hands grip Sana’s hips harder, guiding her as you eat her out, your tongue relentless, and Miyeon’s riding you like she owns you, her nails leaving red trails on your skin.

“Fuck—don’t stop,” she gasps, then she shifts her gaze, looking up at Miyeon, and her voice turns filthy, wilder than you’ve heard all night. “God, babe, you look so fucking hot riding his cock like that. Bouncing on him—shit, it’s driving me crazy.”

Miyeon groans, her pace faltering for a second as Sana’s words hit her like a spark. She glances down, her dark hair swinging over her face, her lips curling into a horny smirk. “Yeah? You’re so fucking sexy like this, Sana—spread out, moaning on his face. Never seen you this slutty before.” Her hands slide up her own body, squeezing her tits through the motion, her nipples hard and poking against her palms.

Sana whimpers, her hips bucking against your mouth, and fires back, “You’re one to talk—look at you, fucking him like a pro. So hot, babe. Love watching you take that dick.”

The dirty talk’s like gasoline on a fire—Miyeon’s pussy clenches tighter around you, her thrusts turning sharper, more desperate, and you groan into Sana, the vibration making her jolt. “Keep sucking her,” Miyeon says, her voice rough, commanding, her eyes locked on yours through the haze. “Make her cum again. I wanna see her lose it.”

Sana’s already sensitive as hell—her last orgasm left her shaky, her clit throbbing under your tongue—but you don’t let up. You flatten your tongue against her, dragging it up slow, then circling fast, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. “Fuck—too much,” she whines, but her hips keep grinding, chasing it anyway, her body begging for more. You’re so caught up in it—Sana’s wet heat on your face, Miyeon’s tight grip riding you—that your own control’s slipping, your cock pulsing hard inside her with every filthy word they trade.

“Goddamn, you’re gonna make me cum just talking like that,” Miyeon moans, her hands gripping your thighs now, slamming down harder, her ass jiggling with every impact, her pussy’s dripping, soaking your hips. “Keep going, babe,” she tells Sana, her voice dripping with lust. “Tell me how much you love this.”

Sana’s panting, her words slurring into gasps as you push her closer. “Love it—fuck, love watching you ride him. So good… so fucking good,” she manages, her voice breaking as you suck her clit between your lips, flicking your tongue over it fast and relentless. Her thighs clamp around your head, her moans turning into sharp little screams, and you can feel it—she’s right there.

“Cum on his face,” Miyeon growls, her hips snapping down harder, her own breath hitching as she watches Sana unravel. “Fucking soak him.”

Sana loses it—her second orgasm crashes through her, her body seizing up as she cries out, high and raw. You keep your mouth on her, licking her through it, and then she’s shaking, her pussy pulsing hard against your tongue. She shifts, desperate now, and rubs herself over your face, her hand flying between her legs to work her clit faster. Then—holy shit—she squirts, little bursts of wet heat splashing across your chest, your neck, dripping down your jaw. It’s messy, wild, and you lap up what you can, groaning into her as she collapses forward, gasping for air.

“Holy fuck,” Miyeon says, slowing her ride for a second to watch, her eyes wide, her pussy clenching around you like she’s about to blow too. “That was insane. Now I need a taste.” She slides off you, your cock springing free, slick and throbbing, and you’re still catching your breath as she takes charge.

“69,” Miyeon says, decisive, pointing at the bed. “Sana, lie down—head at the edge. Let’s switch this up.”

Sana’s still dazed, her legs wobbly, but she does it—crawling onto the bed, stretching out on her back, her head hanging just off the mattress’ edge, her brown hair spilling down like a curtain. She’s panting, her skin glistening with sweat, her pussy still twitching from her release. Miyeon climbs over her, positioning herself on all fours—her knees bracketing Sana’s head, her ass sticking out toward you, round and perfect, her own pussy glistening and begging for attention.

You’re off the bed now, standing at the edge, your cock hard and slick with both of them, the room spinning with how fucking intense this is. Miyeon looks back at you over her shoulder, her eyes dark and commanding. “Fuck me,” she says, simple and raw, wiggling her ass just enough to make it clear what she wants. “And Sana’s gonna eat me out while you do it.”

Sana’s hands reach up, grabbing Miyeon’s thighs, pulling her down closer to her mouth, and you can hear the soft, wet sound of her tongue already working—Miyeon moans instantly, her body arching. You step up, gripping Miyeon’s hips, your cock brushing against her entrance, and the scene in front of you—Sana’s face buried between Miyeon’s legs, Miyeon’s ass up and waiting—is so filthy, so perfect, you can barely process it. The rain’s a distant hum, the world narrowed down to this bed, these girls, this moment.

And before you know it, you're already inside her

Your hands grab Miyeon’s cheeks, spreading them wide as you watch your cock slide in and out of her—glistening, thick, stretching her tight little hole with every thrust. Her pussy’s hypnotic, a vise of heat and wet that sucks you in deeper each time, her walls pulsing like they’re trying to milk you dry. She’s on all fours over Sana, her knees sinking into the mattress, her ass high and perfect, swaying with every pounding you give her.

Below, Sana’s lying flat, her head tilted off the edge, her slim throat exposed as she devours Miyeon’s pussy. Her tongue’s working hard, flicking over Miyeon’s clit, dipping into her folds, and you can hear the sloppy, wet noises—Sana’s eager, relentless, her mouth making these little sucking sounds that drive Miyeon wild. Miyeon’s trying to keep up, her face buried between Sana’s thighs, licking and sucking in return, but it’s a mess—she’s too fucked-out to focus, her moans vibrating against Sana’s skin every time you slam into her. Her dark hair’s plastered to her back with sweat, strands sticking to her neck, and her body’s trembling, caught between the dual assault of your cock and Sana’s tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you groan, your voice rough, hands digging into Miyeon’s flesh as you pull her back onto you, watching the way her pussy swallows your dick whole. “This shit’s unreal—look at you, taking it like a champ.”

Miyeon lifts her head just enough to gasp, her voice cracking with pleasure. “Goddamn—don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare. It’s too much—shit, I’m so close.” Her words slur together, half-muffled as she dives back into Sana’s pussy, but you can tell she’s struggling to keep it together—her tongue’s sloppy now, her focus shredded by the way you’re railing her.

Sana’s moaning too, her hips twitching up against Miyeon’s mouth, her hands clawing at Miyeon’s thighs to pull her closer. “Fuck, sweetie—your pussy’s so wet,” she whimpers, her voice high and needy, muffled against Miyeon’s clit. “He’s fucking you so good—I can taste it, babe, it’s dripping all over me.”

That sends a jolt through Miyeon—she groans into Sana, her hips bucking back against you harder, like she’s begging for more. “You like that, huh?” you say, smirking, spreading her wider, thrusting deeper until you’re hitting that spot that makes her whole body jolt. “Love hearing your girl talk dirty while I’m balls-deep in you?”

“Fuck—yes,” Miyeon chokes out, her ass jiggling with every slam, her voice shaking as Sana’s tongue flicks faster. “She’s—shit—she’s driving me insane down there. And you… you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”

“Do it,” you growl, your grip tightening, your cock throbbing inside her as the tension builds. “Cum for me, Miyeon. Let me feel that pussy lose it.”

Sana pulls back just enough to gasp, her lips shiny with Miyeon’s juices, her eyes wide and wild. “Please, babe—cum all over his dick. I wanna taste it after, wanna lick it clean.” Her words are pure filth, her voice trembling with how horny she is, and it’s like a switch flips in Miyeon.

“Fuck—okay, I’m—fuck!” Miyeon’s voice cuts off, her body locking up, and you feel it—her pussy clamping down hard around you, spasming wildly as she hits her peak. She’s loud, screaming into Sana’s thighs, her whole frame shaking as the orgasm rips through her. You keep thrusting, riding it out with her, but it’s intense—her walls fluttering, squeezing you so tight it’s almost too much.

You pull out slow, your cock slick and dripping with her, and Miyeon’s still trembling, her ass quivering like she’s not done yet. “Sana—lube him up,” you say, voice hoarse, stepping closer to where Sana’s head hangs off the bed. Sana’s quick—she cranes her neck, her mouth open and eager, and takes you in deep. Her lips wrap around you, soft and warm, her tongue swirling as she sucks you clean, tasting Miyeon all over you. She moans around your cock, her eyes fluttering shut like it’s the best thing she’s ever had, her small hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer.

“Fuck, Sana,” you mutter, your hand tangling in her hair, guiding her as she bobs her head, sloppy and wet. “You’re so good at this—you're loving the taste of her on my cock, huh?”

She pulls off with a gasp, spit trailing from her lips to your tip, nodding fast. “Yeah—fuck, she’s so sweet. I could eat her all day, but this… this is hot as hell.” Her tongue darts out, licking you one more time, and you’re rock-hard, pulsing with need.

“Back in,” Miyeon pants, her voice raw, still on her knees over Sana. “Fuck me again—harder this time. I want it.”

You don’t hesitate. You step back behind her, grabbing her hips, spreading her ass again as you line up and thrust in—one smooth, deep push that has her screaming, her voice echoing off the walls. “Fuck—yes!” she cries, her hands fisting the sheets, her pussy still sensitive but greedy, sucking you in like it can’t get enough. You go hard, pounding into her with a force that makes her whole body shake, her ass bouncing with every brutal thrust.

“Take it—fucking take it,” you growl, slapping her ass sharp, the crack of skin on skin cutting through the room. The sting makes her yelp, her pussy clenching tighter, and you feel the heat building in your gut, the pressure coiling fast. “Cum again, Miyeon—cum for us.”

Sana’s still under her, her tongue working Miyeon’s clit in frantic little circles, and she’s begging now, her voice high and desperate. “Please, babe—cum again. I need it—need to feel you lose it on him. Cum all over that fat dick.”

Miyeon’s a wreck, her head thrashing, her moans turning into sobs as the pleasure overloads her. “Fuck—Sana—you’re—shit, I can’t—” She breaks, her pussy spasming hard around you again, wet and wild, her second orgasm hitting like a storm. She screams, her ass pushing back against you, and it’s too fucking much—her tightness, Sana’s filthy pleas, the whole damn scene.

“Gonna cum,” you moan, your voice breaking, your thrusts turning erratic as the pleasure blinds you. “Fuck—Miyeon, you’re too good—gonna blow.”

Sana’s quick, her head twisting up from under Miyeon. “I want it,” she says, breathless, her eyes glinting with something feral. “Wanna taste your cum—first time, fuck, give it to me.”

Miyeon’s slutty side flares—she’s still shaking, still clenching you, but she grins through it. “Yeah—give it to her,” she pants, her voice thick with lust. “She’s begging so nice, huh? Fucking coat her with it.”

That does it. You’re at the edge, your cock throbbing, and you pull out fast, one hand stroking yourself hard, the other gripping Miyeon’s ass for balance. “Fuck—here it comes,” you groan, aiming the tip at Miyeon’s pussy—still wet, warm, pulsing from her orgasm. You rub it against her entrance, slick, red and swollen from the pounding you gave her, and then you’re there—cumming, thick and hot, spilling over Miyeon’s entrance in heavy ropes—white streaks painting her folds, dripping down her slit, pooling in the creases where her pussy meets her thighs. It’s a fucking load, more than you expected, a messy testament to how long it’s been, and it smears across her skin, glossy and obscene in the dim light.

“Sana, now,” you rasp, voice hoarse, your chest heaving as the last of it drips from your tip. “Taste it.”

Miyeon’s still in position, her ass up, her pussy hovering over Sana’s face—she shifts her hips down closer, eager, her breath hitching with a horny little whimper. “Fuck, babe, go for it,” she urges, her voice thick with lust, her fingers digging into Sana’s thighs to hold her steady. “Lick it up—his cum’s all over me. Tell me how it feels.”

Sana’s beneath her, her slim frame pinned to the bed, her head tilted back off the edge—her brown hair a wild spill, her lips parted and trembling. She’s never done this before, never tasted a guy’s cum, and you can see it in her eyes—nervous excitement, a raw curiosity burning behind the flush on her cheeks. Her tongue darts out first, tentative, a soft little flick against Miyeon’s inner thigh where a bead of your cum’s trickled down. She pauses, tasting it—salty, bitter, warm on her tongue—and her breath catches, a tiny gasp slipping out.

“More,” Miyeon coaxes, lowering herself further, her pussy brushing Sana’s lips now, your cum streaking across her mouth. “Get it all, babe. I want you to feel him.”

Sana dives in, bolder now, her tongue sweeping up Miyeon’s slit in a slow, deliberate stroke—dragging through the sticky mess of your cum, thick and creamy, mixed with Miyeon’s own slickness. She moans, low and shaky, the sound vibrating against Miyeon’s pussy, and it’s like she’s tasting something forbidden—something filthy and new that’s lighting her up inside. Her lips close around Miyeon’s folds, sucking gently, pulling your cum into her mouth, and her eyes flutter shut, lost in it. It’s raw, messy—her chin’s wet with it now, smears of white clinging to her skin, and she’s licking harder, deeper, chasing every drop.

“Fuck, yes,” Miyeon groans, her hips rocking down, grinding herself against Sana’s tongue. She’s horny as hell, her voice dripping with it—proud and turned on, watching her girlfriend taste you off her wrecked cunt. “How is it, babe? How’s his cum taste? Tell me.”

Sana pulls back just enough to speak, her voice muffled, lips glossy and dripping—a mix of your cum and Miyeon’s juices shining on her like some lewd, natural gloss. “It’s—fuck, it’s intense,” she says, her words slurring with arousal, her tongue flicking out again to lap at a thick streak sliding down Miyeon’s slit. “Salty… hot… kinda bitter, but—shit, I love it.” She dives back in, her tongue plunging deeper, scooping up more, her moans louder now, needy and unrestrained. She’s sucking Miyeon clean, her lips smacking softly, wet and sloppy, and it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen—Sana’s first taste of cum, and she’s devouring it like it’s her new favorite drug.

Miyeon’s trembling above her, her thighs quaking, her fingers tightening on Sana’s legs as Sana’s tongue works her over. “Goddamn, babe—you’re so fucking dirty,” she pants, her eyes rolling back for a second before snapping to you, wild and gleaming. “Look at her—she’s eating your cum like she’s starving. So fucking hot.” She shifts, pressing her pussy harder against Sana’s mouth, smearing more of the mess across her lips, and Sana takes it—greedy, unashamed, her tongue swirling through it all, swallowing every bit she can get.

Sana’s hands slide up, gripping Miyeon’s ass now, pulling her down tighter, her nails digging into the soft flesh. She’s moaning into Miyeon’s pussy, the sound raw and desperate, muffled by the wet heat she’s buried in. “More,” she mumbles, barely audible, her tongue lashing across Miyeon’s clit where a last streak of your cum lingers—thick and clinging. She sucks it off, slow and deliberate, her lips closing around the sensitive bud, and Miyeon jolts, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.

“Fuck—Sana,” Miyeon gasps, her voice breaking, her body shuddering as Sana’s mouth pushes her toward overstimulation. She’s still horny, still buzzing, but this moment—it’s intimate, just them now, sharing something primal. So she moves, leaving the 69 position to sit facing Sana, because she needs to see her girlfriend's delicate and lovely face covered in pure lust, in pure pleasure, her fingers tangling in Sana’s hair, gentle but firm, holding her there. “How’s it feel? First time tasting him—tell me everything.”

Sana pulls back again, just enough to breathe, her face a wreck—chin dripping, lips swollen and shiny, your cum streaked across her mouth like war paint. She licks her lips slow, deliberate, tasting the last of you, and looks up at Miyeon with this dazed, lust-drunk grin. “It’s—so fucking good,” she whispers, her voice trembling with how much she means it. “Like… I didn’t know it’d be this thick, this warm. It’s—fuck, it’s everywhere, and I can’t stop wanting it.” She leans in, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to Miyeon’s pussy, her tongue darting out one last time to swipe through the mess—your cum, her spit, Miyeon’s slick—all blending together in a filthy, perfect mix.

Miyeon moans, soft and low, her body relaxing into it now, her horny edge softening into something tender. “You’re so fucking cute,” she murmurs, her hand stroking Sana’s hair, her thumb brushing her cheek where a smear of cum still clings. “My dirty girl—loving it, huh?”

Sana nods, her eyes bright, a little shy now but glowing with satisfaction. She crawls up slow, sliding off the bed to sit up, her lips still wet and glistening—your cum and Miyeon’s juices a slick sheen across her mouth and chin. Miyeon follows, shifting to kneel in front of her, their bodies close, intimate. She cups Sana’s face, her thumbs tracing the edges of her lips, smearing the mess a little more, and leans in—kissing her deep, slow, tasting you on her tongue. It’s raw, possessive, but soft too—their mouths moving together, sharing the aftermath, a quiet hum of pleasure passing between them.

You’re slumped beside them, chest still heaving, your cock twitching with the last echoes of your orgasm as you watch—mesmerized, spent, but still buzzing from the sight. Miyeon pulls back from the kiss, a thin string of spit and cum connecting their lips for a second before it snaps, and she licks it away, grinning. “Good, right?” she whispers, her eyes flicking to Sana’s.

“So good,” Sana breathes, her smile small but real, her first taste of you lingering on her tongue—intense, erotic, a memory she’s already savoring. They lean into each other again, foreheads touching, giggling softly in the afterglow.

“Glad you liked it,” you say, voice rough, still catching your breath. “Shit, that was intense.”

Miyeon turns to you, her hand resting on your thigh, casual but warm. “You liked it too, huh? We can do this again—anytime you’re up for it. You’re, like… officially our guy now.”

Sana giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek, her lips soft and sticky. “Yeah, you’re stuck with us. Such a good friend—taking care of me like that.”

Miyeon follows, pressing a kiss to your other cheek, her touch lingering. “Thanks, dude. For real—for being so cool with Sana. Means a lot.”

You laugh, the sound tired but content, your hand running through your hair. “Anytime. Fucking honor, honestly.”

Miyeon stretches out, her body glistening with sweat, and yawns. “Okay, post-sex vibe check—we’re done fucking, right? Let’s crash here, all of us. Naked, cozy, whatever.”

“Works for me,” you say, settling back against the pillows, the mattress dipping as Sana curls up on one side, Miyeon on the other. Their skin’s warm against yours, their breaths slowing, and the rain outside lulls the room into a quiet, sated haze. You’re all wrecked, tangled, and happy as hell—ready to sleep it off, together.

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The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting soft, golden stripes across the tangled mess of sheets and limbs on the bed. You wake up slow, your body heavy and warm, sandwiched between two soft, naked forms—Miyeon on your left, her arm draped lazily over your chest, her breath warm against your neck; Sana on your right, her legs tangled with yours, her head nestled into your shoulder. It’s a surreal fucking moment, the kind that makes you blink and wonder if last night was a dream. But the ache in your muscles, the faint sting of scratch marks on your arms, and the raw, vivid memory of their moans tell you it was real—insanely, mind-blowingly real. You shift slightly, trying to stretch without waking them, but your morning wood’s already making itself known, tenting the sheet that’s barely clinging to your hips. Damn, even after all that, your body’s still ready to go.

Miyeon stirs first, her eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep, a lazy smile tugging at her lips as she spots your hard-on. “Well, good morning to you too,” she mumbles, her voice low and raspy, thick with that post-sleep huskiness that’s sexy as hell. Her hand slides down your chest, slow and teasing, fingers brushing over your stomach before wrapping around your cock. She strokes you lightly, still half-asleep, her grip loose but deliberate, like she’s just playing with you for now. “Guess you’re not tapped out yet, huh?”

You groan softly, the touch sending a jolt through you, and turn your head to see Sana blinking awake too, her brown hair a messy halo around her face. She yawns, stretching her arms above her head, her small tits peeking out from under the sheet, then glances down at Miyeon’s hand on you. A sleepy grin spreads across her face. “Seriously? Already?” she says, her voice soft but amused, scooting closer to join in. Her hand slides under the sheet too, her fingers brushing against Miyeon’s as they both stroke you now—Sana’s touch gentler, curious, Miyeon’s firmer, knowing exactly what she’s doing. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Blame you two,” you mutter, your voice rough, still waking up, your hips twitching involuntarily as their hands work you over. “Fucking waking up like this—who wouldn’t be hard?”

Sana giggles, her fingers tightening slightly, her thumb brushing over the tip where you’re already leaking a little. “Fair point,” she says, then sits up, the sheet falling away completely, leaving her bare and glowing in the morning light. “Come on—let’s take care of that in the shower. You, me, and Miyeon. Sound good?”

Miyeon’s already rolling out of bed, her round ass bouncing as she stands, stretching with a groan that’s half-tired, half-horny. “Hell yeah,” she says, tossing her hair back, her eyes flicking to you with a smirk. “Let’s clean up—and get dirty again.”

You don’t need convincing. The three of you stumble to the bathroom, naked and laughing, the hardwood cold under your feet. The shower’s big enough for all of you—glass walls, a rainfall head that pours hot water the second you turn it on. Steam starts fogging up the space as you step in, Miyeon right behind you, Sana trailing with a shy grin. The water hits your skin, hot and perfect, and Miyeon’s already pressing herself against your back, her tits soft and slick against you, her hands sliding around to your cock again. “Turn around,” she murmurs, her lips brushing your ear, and you do, pinning her against the tiles, the water streaming down her face as you kiss her hard, all tongue and heat.

Sana’s watching, her fingers trailing down her own stomach as she steps closer, the water soaking her hair, making it stick to her shoulders. “Fuck her first,” she says, her voice low, a little daring, her eyes locked on where Miyeon’s hand is guiding you between her legs. You don’t hesitate—lifting Miyeon’s thigh, hooking it over your hip, and sliding into her in one smooth thrust. She’s still tight, still wet from last night, and she moans loud, her head tipping back against the glass, the sound echoing in the steam.

“Goddamn, you feel so good,” you groan, thrusting slow at first, watching the way her pussy takes you, the water making everything slicker, louder. Miyeon’s hands grip your shoulders, her nails biting in, and she’s grinning through the pleasure, loving it.

Sana steps in closer, her fingers brushing Miyeon’s clit as you fuck her, making Miyeon gasp sharper. “Your turn next,” you say, glancing at Sana, and she nods, biting her lip, her hand slipping lower to touch herself as she waits. You pull out of Miyeon after a few more thrusts, spinning Sana around, bending her over so her hands brace against the wall, her ass up and perfect. You slide into her from behind, her pussy tight and dripping, and she whimpers, the sound soft but needy as you start pounding into her, the water splashing around you both.

“Fuck—yes,” Sana moans, her voice shaking, her skinny frame rocking with every thrust, her head bowing as the pleasure hits. Miyeon’s right there, kissing her neck, her hands roaming over Sana’s wet skin, squeezing her tits, making it a messy, horny tangle of bodies under the spray. You fuck Sana hard, then switch back to Miyeon, trading off until you’re all panting, the shower a blur of steam, moans, and slick, wet skin. You finish fast—pulling out, stroking yourself as they kneel under the water, mouths open, catching every drop as you cum, their tongues flicking out to taste you, giggling through it like it’s a game.

After, you’re all dripping and laughing, toweling off in a haze of post-sex glow, the bathroom mirror fogged to hell. Sana’s the first out, wrapping a towel around herself and heading to the kitchen. “I’ll make breakfast,” she calls over her shoulder, her voice chipper despite the wild morning. You and Miyeon follow slower, still naked, flopping onto the couch to catch your breath, her head lolling against your shoulder.

The smell of coffee and bacon fills the house soon, and when Sana calls you over, you find her in full domestic mode—hair tied back, still in just a towel, flipping pancakes like she’s auditioning for a cooking show. She’s good, too—golden, fluffy stacks piling up on a plate, bacon sizzling crisp on the side, scrambled eggs fluffy and perfect. You all sit around the small kitchen table, naked under loosely draped towels, digging in like it’s the most normal thing in the world. The pancakes are sweet, dripping with syrup, the bacon’s salty crunch a perfect balance, and the coffee’s strong, cutting through the morning fog. It’s quiet for a bit, just the clink of forks and the occasional hum of satisfaction, everyone still waking up, still processing the insanity of last night and this morning.

Miyeon’s the one to break the silence, grabbing her phone from the counter mid-bite, syrup glistening on her lips. “Oh, shit,” she says, scrolling quick, her eyes lighting up. “Road’s fixed—traffic’s moving again. Guess the landslide’s cleared.”

You take a sip of coffee, the mug warm in your hands, and nod, glancing between them. “Guess that’s my cue, huh? It was a pleasure meeting you girls. Really.”

They both freeze, forks halfway to their mouths, then look at each other—Sana’s brows shoot up, Miyeon’s lips twitch—and they burst out laughing, loud and sudden, like you’ve just said the dumbest thing imaginable. “What?” you say, caught off guard, setting the mug down. “What’s so funny?”

Miyeon leans forward, still chuckling, wiping a tear from her eye. “Dude, no way. After last night? And this morning? We’re not going anywhere.”

Sana nods, her grin wide and bright, pushing a piece of bacon around her plate. “Yeah, like—we had so much fun. Leaving now would be stupid. We wanna stay the week with you.”

You blink, stunned, the words sinking in slow. “Wait—for real? The whole week?”

“Uh-huh,” Miyeon says, leaning back in her chair, stretching so the towel slips a little, showing off the curve of her chest. “This place just got a million times better with you here. You’re a fucking gem, dude—we’re not letting that go.”

Sana’s still smiling, softer now, her eyes warm as she looks at you. “It’s already special, you know? Memorable as hell. And it’s only been, what, a day? Imagine the rest of the week.”

You laugh, shaking your head, still processing. “Shit, I mean—I’d love that. Didn’t expect you’d wanna stick around, but hell yeah, I’m in.”

“Good,” Miyeon says, pointing her fork at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re a great find—fun, chill, and you fuck like a goddamn champ. We like having you as a friend.”

Sana nods, popping a piece of pancake in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Yeah, you’re open-minded—know how to roll with it, enjoy shit without being a dick about it. And you’re respectful, which is huge. I mean, last night was wild, and you never made it weird.”

You grin, leaning back, the warmth of the coffee and their words settling in your chest. “You two are fucking unreal—the coolest couple I’ve ever met, hands down. I’m stoked you crashed into my trip like this.”

Miyeon laughs, finishing her bacon with a satisfied crunch. “Settled then—no one’s leaving. This lake house just became our little sex-and-breakfast paradise, and you’re stuck with us.”

“Couldn’t ask for better company,” you say, raising your mug in a mock toast, and they clink their coffee cups against it, laughing through the syrup-sticky mess. The road’s open, sure, but fuck going anywhere—this week’s already gold, and it’s only just started.

[lustspren]

THE JUDGE | Waking the Demon

Male reader x Shuhua, Soyeon

word count: 7.1k

tags: brat shuhua, threesome, thighjob, titjob, rough stuff, breeding

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Miraculously you had managed to go buy the pill for Miyeon before the 12 hours had passed, but you almost forgot about it in all the chaos that was the rest of the party.

When you went up to the room, people were already a bit crazy, nothing out of the ordinary for a party for people your age and above all, nothing that couldn't be controlled. Now, when you went down again, things had already gotten completely out of hand. Yuqi was making a complete fool of herself, rolling around the living room floor laughing with Xiaoting, who no longer seemed as shy as a few hours ago; both drunk, like 80% of the people in the house at that time. Minnie had fallen asleep on a damn dining room chair, you didn't really know how. Soyeon was taking care of the Lightsum girls, two of whom were dancing on top of sofas and the other was making out with a boy you didn't know by face.

Yeh Shuhua, on the other hand, had disappeared without saying anything to anyone. The gossip was that she had left in the car of that guy you had seen her with earlier—who you later found out was called Ezio—and two other girls. Soyeon had told you that she got tired of blowing up her phone with calls, and that even so, Shuhua didn't deign to answer. In fact, at the last attempts her phone appeared to be turned off, on purpose, probably. Your girlfriend had a small anxiety attack about it, until around noon she received a text from her letting her know that everything was fine and where she was exactly so she wouldn't be alarmed. Of course, Soyeon gave her a huge scolding, both for leaving without warning and for not answering the calls, but Shuhua cared little or nothing, so the matter was quickly forgotten.

Back to your life, after that day your relationship with Soyeon and the girls went to a level you couldn't have imagined in your wildest dreams. They had become fuck buddies with you, Miyeon now being the newest addition to that little deal you had going on between you all. Soyeon had absolute priority as your girlfriend, but you and the girls could fuck with or without her. However, the potential rebel was the only one who was still not part of the circle, and you knew that burned her to the bone.

There was no particular reason, it was just that your schedules didn't match up, but the fact that she was being left out along with the constant chatter from the others about their experiences had her on the verge of insanity. To top it off, she had caught you, Minnie, and Yuqi in the act without you realizing it, ending up unleashing her anger.

Just a couple of days later, the first date of the girls' new tour arrived, the day that marked exactly three days since Shuhua had decided to give you the cold shoulder and one week after the party. You were with the girls from early on, mainly acting as moral support during all the sound tests and other preparations prior to the concert. Fortunately, everything went wonderfully that night. Neat choreography, impeccable outfits, incredible sound, immaculate vocals, and above all, a rudely sexy and dangerous Shuhua with her Britney Spears cover.

You knew it couldn't be on purpose since it had been something that had been planned for months, but you couldn't help but think that every move, every facial expression and every look had been meticulously chosen to make you drool. A lot of it had to do with the outfit: a small, shiny backless top, black leather shorts and boots that went up to her thighs. One of the hottest outfits she's ever worn, hands down, and it did a great job of making you need her very, very badly. You wanted to talk to her after the concert though, but the silent treatment was still on you.

So there you were, you, the girls, and the staff at the rooftop bar you'd rented for all of you at a hotel. You and Soyeon were sitting on stools near the railing, facing each other, while drinking mojitos and eating snacks. The others were scattered around the bar: Minnie and Miyeon were inside drinking shots, Yuqi was chatting with a friend who had come to see her from China, and Shuhua was talking to the two stylists.

"Hey, why isn't the brat talking to you?" Soyeon asked you. She was wearing a different outfit than the last one she wore during the concert, but her hair was still down. "What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything," you replied, munching on a sour cream chip. "The question is more about what I didn't do to her."

"Oh," Soyeon laughed, looking out over the railing at the Seoul skyline. "It's about that, isn't it?"

You nodded, taking a sip of the mojito.

"She caught me, Yuqi, and Minnie," you said. "Ever since she told me the next day, she won't talk to me."

"Well, it's her fault for disappearing that night," Soyeon shrugged. "She'll get over it."

"You're sure? Because I feel like she hates me."

"If she hated you, you'd be a dead man by now. She's just throwing one of her tantrums."

You turned to look at Shuhua in the distance.

"I don't even understand why she's throwing tantrums, it's not like I don't want to... you know."

"I know, and she looks extra hot tonight," Soyeon turned to look at her as well. "Maybe something could happen."

"Not if I can't even share two measly words with her."

Soyeon looked at you and placed her hand on yours.

"You just leave it all to my mastermind, sweetheart," she winked.

Just then you received a text on your phone. It was one of your coworkers asking you how your part of the project you were working on was going. The deadline wasn't too far away, so you had to hurry.

You clicked your tongue and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Soyeon asked.

"I have to get back to the room," you said, putting your phone away. "Work pending."

"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked as you stood up.

"No baby," you shook your head, and walked over to her to place your hands on her thighs and give her a peck on the lips. "You stay here and have fun with the girls. You deserve it."

"Okay," Soyeon nodded in a small voice. "I won't be long, anyway; I don't want to stay up so late."

"I'll be waiting for you then," you pulled away. "Just make sure to bring me one of those ravioli if there are any left, they're fucking delicious."

"Pray Yuqi leaves some,” she chuckled. “She's been eating for half an hour."

"Let her worry about not falling on her ass again and not making a fool of herself," you laughed, already walking away from Soyeon to leave the bar.

You went straight to your and Soyeon's room, and upon arriving you went to the desk to get your laptop out of your backpack and get to work. An hour and a few minutes passed when you heard three loud knocks on your door. You frowned, looking away from the laptop screen. It couldn't be Soyeon since she could just open it and walk in; it had to be one of the girls.

"Who is it?" you said out loud. No response from the other end. "Song Yuqi, I swear to god, if this is another one of your pranks I'll kill you."

You stood up and strode towards the door. When you opened it your soul left your body, as if you had met the devil himself.

"When were you planning to take the initiative, you damn dog?" Yeh Shuhua asked with a hand resting on the door frame. She was wearing the exact same outfit she wore for the concert cover. "I bet if I was Miyeon unnie you would have already rushed me here to fuck me."

Before you could come to your own defense, Shuhua pushed you inside and walked into the room with you, making you back up until you bumped into the bottom edge of the bed and sat down. She closed the door, and stared at you as she took off her top, giving you the privilege of seeing for the first time one of the prettiest pairs of milky tits you had ever seen, which came with a very pleasant and hot surprise.

Her nipples were pierced. What the fuck. How didn’t you notice after?

"I would let you fuck me in this outfit, but you don't deserve it," she said as she now took off her boots.

"May I know why the fuck you talk like I'm the one to blame?" You asked, unable to take your eyes off her tits and those shiny silver nipple piercings. "What do you want, for me to magically make our schedules match up?"

"Well yes!" Shuhua snapped. She had already taken off her boots, and was now working on her belt and leather shorts. "It's the least I deserve."

Shuhua took off her shorts and was left in just black knee-high socks and lace panties of the same color. She took slow steps towards you, hands on her waist and a small, haughty smile on her face knowing you were still in shock from her pierced nipples. Arriving in front of you she straddled your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck before kissing you.

With Shuhua's sweet lips on yours you placed your hands on her and ran them all over her delicious, soft body, with special emphasis on her back and ass. She ground her hips against your bulge, making it hard in seconds and rubbing it against her slit.

"I hate you for leaving me last," Shuhua murmured mid-kiss, gripping your hair tightly as you groped her ass beneath her panties. "It was as easy as telling me you wanted to fuck and I would have made time for you."

"I'm not arguing with you about it, you brat whore," you replied, squeezing her ass cheeks before giving her a smack. Shuhua moaned and sank her teeth into your bottom lip to tug at it, then stood on the floor between your legs and pointed at your hard bulge.

"Come on, show me the piece of meat the other whores have been tasting all this time," Shuhua demanded with her hands on her waist, not expecting no for an answer.

You complied and pulled your cargo pants and boxers down your legs. Shuhua's eyes lit up like two bonfires as your hard, throbbing cock was at her mercy, and she bit the tip of her tongue as she knelt down. Her hands then went to your thighs, to gently rub them with her fingertips.

"Wah, such a nice fucking cock," Shuhua gasped and then looked into your eyes. "Being the last one to have it is a fucking insult to me, and for that you deserve to be punished."

You took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh.

"Shuhua, don't be a fucking brat and suck it," you said.

"I will," she grabbed your balls, squeezed them gently, and gave the base of your shaft a quick lick. "But that's not what the punishment is about."

"Then what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Simple enough," Shuhua pressed kisses to the back of your cock, with additional little suckers. "This cock isn't going to touch my pussy until you cum at least once."

"And why do you think that's a punishment for me?"

"Because I know how desperate you are to fuck me mercilessly after watching my performance," she giggled, finally taking your cock to lick up to the tip and swirl her tongue around it. "I see it in your eyes: you want to put me against the wall and pound my pussy until I cry, and you want to do it right now, but it won't happen."

"You fucking..." you gritted your teeth and closed your eyes as she took you into her mouth. "Oh god," your head fell back.

Shuhua sucked on the first few inches of your shaft slowly, one hand on your thigh and the other around your base. She slowly took more, until she was sensually pumping her head over the middle of your cock. You let out small moans, the sheets crumpled between your fingers. As you straightened your head your gazes met, and you noticed that her eyes now exuded such lust that it made you breathe heavily.

In the middle of the blowjob Shuhua looked away from you, and reached down with her hand to take the phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants to give it to you.

"Unlock it," she said, and continued to move her pretty lips up and down your cock.

You hesitated, but grabbed the phone and unlocked it for her. Shuhua snatched it from your hand, went into the camera app and as she sucked you off she started taking selfies. A huff escaped you, already knowing why and who these photos were for. The only thing left for you was the hope that you would have the same luck you had with Miyeon and that your girlfriend wouldn't cut your head off.

"Was that really necessary?" you gasped. Now Shuhua was pumping her head faster and leaving more saliva on your shaft.

"Pretty much," she said, and pulled you out of her mouth to straighten her back and show you her beautiful pair of pierced tits. "Otherwise how will we make her come, silly?"

"It's her room too," you replied, watching as she moved her tits closer to your cock. "Sooner or later she would come."

Shuhua's tits weren't especially huge, their appeal lay more in how pretty, round and soft they were, so you didn't think they were great for a titjob. But despite that, she didn't care and squeezed that pair of creamy mounds on either side of your shaft, helping herself with her fingers to keep your cock between them and start moving up and down.

"Oh my god you can't be for real," you gasped.

Shuhua's lips curved into a slight cocky smile, and then she looked down to spit on your cock and between her breasts. Again, Shuhua's tits didn't quite manage to cover your shaft, but you still knew it was the best titjob you'd ever received. Besides, those damn pierced nipples kept melting your head; you couldn't stop staring at them, and you were dying to taste them.

"Ah, it feels good doesn't it?" Shuhua said with a giggle, bobbing her chest faster. "It could have happened before, if you weren't such a fucking moron."

"Yeh Shuhua, I swear to god," you gasped, and reached out a hand to grab a handful of her hair behind her head tightly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't feel your pussy tomorrow."

"Then hurry up and cum!" Shuhua raised her voice, fucking your slick cock between her tits. "You're not the only one desperate for you to fuck me!"

Impatient, Shuhua released you from between her tits and took you back into her mouth. Her lips remained wrapped around your tip, and she used her hand to quickly stroke your cock while repeatedly licking your urethra. Your eyes rolled back, and your toes curled as you felt yourself suddenly close to climax. Seeing you in that state Shuhua stopped using her hand, and with just her mouth and quick head pumps brought you to your orgasm.

When she felt the first spurt inside her mouth Shuhua quickly pulled out and jerked you off by aiming herself at her face and tits, making all of your load land in thick spurts there.

And just then the bedroom door opened.

Soyeon rushed in and slammed the door behind her, looking at Shuhua in obvious annoyance. Shuhua just bit her bottom lip and turned to look at her, showing her tits.

"Weren't you supposed to not talk to him, slut?" Soyeon asked as she took off her jeans and top.

"And I didn't," Shuhua replied, watching as Soyeon stripped down to her panties. "But I got tired of his damn incompetence and took the initiative myself."

"That just sounds like you were too horny today and decided to put pride aside," Soyeon chuckled, climbing into bed with you. She knelt down beside you and leaned close to your ear. "I know how much you want to destroy that slutty pussy, so I'll let you have some fun with it for a little while," she whispered.

Your girlfriend then bent over your cock, cupped it in her fingers, and brought it to her mouth to clean up the last of the cum on it.

"Unnie, your boyfriend has a delicious cock," Shuhua said, in a smug tone that made you shake your head. Soyeon was pumping her head gradually faster on your shaft to get you hard again, and you were groping her ass. "You should have seen him curl his toes when I was jerking him off with my tits, he almost melted!"

"Shuhua, just shut up for the love of god," you gasped, as your girlfriend slurped quick pumps on your already hard cock.

"Make me, you dummy!" she challenged you, staring you in the eyes.

Knowing you were more than happy to take on that challenge, Soyeon pulled you out of her mouth and moved back onto her knees. You jumped to your feet, and stood behind Shuhua to grab her under the armpits and force her to her feet, then gave her a push so she fell face down onto the bed, making her ass and thighs jiggle. Like a hungry predator you climbed onto the bed and straddled her, knees on either side of her hips to push her panties aside, grabbing your cock and pressing it against her wet pussy.

“Oh god!” Shuhua moaned, your cock making its way slowly and smoothly inside her. You moaned too at how warm she felt inside. “Finally you do something, you slow fucker!”

“Oh trust me, I’m anything but a slow fucker,” you panted, resting your entire length inside her silky, warm pussy. You moved your knees back a little, so you could lean forward and rest your fists on the mattress on either side of her torso before you began moving at a hard, slow pace from the start.

“And what do you call that, idiot?” Shuhua asked between small moans, looking up at you as you took every inch in and out of her. “You’re going slow as a fucking caterpillar, fuck me hard!”

You chuckled, and brought a hand to the back of her neck to press her down and hold her still.

“I was just letting you get used to the size, but I see you deserve no consideration, slut,” you tightened your fingers on the back of her neck, now increasing the speed a couple of gears and railing her against the mattress, which dipped with each thrust.

Shuhua dropped the attitude and happily whimpered at your cock. Soyeon laid down in front of her, propped up on one elbow. She had her phone in her hand.

“You wanted me to see you being a whore so bad, didn’t you?” Soyeon asked, grabbing Shuhua by the chin to give her a few lazy sloppy kisses. “Well, now everyone will.”

Your girlfriend then grabbed her phone and started taking pictures, some with the flash on. She also recorded a couple of short videos, and you knew she was sending everything to the group chat you and the girls had because you could hear the notifications on your phone.

“I-I don’t care,” Shuhua moaned. “Show those whores how he’s fucking me harder than him fucking them.”

In order to get her to shut up again you pushed her face into the mattress with your hand on her head, the other hand placed on her waist as you hammered her pussy up and down. Soyeon was lying on her side, watching intently as she fingered herself and let out small moans.

Shuhua groaned into the mattress, clutching at the increasingly wrinkled sheets. You got the feeling she was having too much fun getting her way, so you opted for a little punishment.

“Ugh what the fuck are you doing?!” Shuhua whined as you pulled out from inside her.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and made her kneel up with her legs together.

“Reminding you that you’re not the one in charge,” you said into her ear, wrapping your left arm around her belly to bring your cock between her soft, fleshy thighs.

"You're a fucking pervert," Shuhua hissed, squeezing her thighs on either side of your cock, which rubbed against her pussy on top. "A stupid, insufferable pervert."

"Whatever you say, whore," you said into her ear, and as you slowly pumped your hips back and forth, you played with her pretty pierced nipples.

That woman's thighs felt overwhelmingly good, even better than you imagined. Your slick cock slowly slid between them, making you feel between two soft, plush-filled pillows. Her nipples also felt amazing under your fingertips; you pinched them, rubbed them gently, and squeezed her tits. Shuhua just moaned, one hand reaching back to grab the back of your neck and the other on your left wrist.

"What's wrong, were you looking for a break because you're a precocious bastard and you were about to cum?" Shuhua asked in your ear, her head resting on your shoulder.

You snorted and gritted your teeth, feeling your patience slowly running out. If there was one thing you should give that girl credit for, it was her ability to get on everyone's nerves, and with that she had managed to make one of your internal circuits overheat until it exploded.

"Alright bitch, let's see if you're ready to not feel pussy tomorrow," you growled in her ear, and pushed her down onto her hands and knees to get back inside her.

Having Shuhua face to face again Soyeon kissed her, swirling their tongues together as she rubbed her clit. Shuhua brought a hand between Soyeon's legs to put two of her fingers inside and pump her wrist as fast as she could. You had your hands on her waist, fucking her hard and merciless again.

Shuhua's pale, creamy skin was begging for a little color, so you, a little carried away by the anger of the moment, let loose a non-stop spank on her buttocks that lit both cheeks red hot, making Shuhua scream in pleasure. And to top it off, as if that wasn't enough for you, you grabbed a handful of her brown hair and pulled on it, watching as you made her ass jiggle with your thrusts.

"Oh, you're not very talkative now huh?" Soyeon asked between moans, being fingered by Shuhua. "Come on bitch, dare to say something else!"

Shuhua really tried to do it, but you were pounding her so hard and fast that the words got stuck in her throat. As the seconds passed, she stopped trying for good, and buried her face in the sheets the moment she came.

"Ah yeah! That's why you couldn't talk, you slut," Soyeon smirked, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek. "I guess you can't say where you want him to cum either, can you?"

"INSIDE ME!" Shuhua screamed, still shaking. "Inside me or I'll beat the shit out of you both!"

So be it, then. Just what you wanted.

You pressed the side of Shuhua's face into the mattress, your other hand on her lower back. Shuhua, overstimulated at this point, whimpered like crazy until you exploded with a hard thrust and a grunt.

"Mmmh fuck!" you groaned, filling every inch of Shuhua's warm pussy with your load. You let go of her hair and dropped down on top of her, pressing your chest against her back and grabbing her neck as you pumped slowly. "You like that, slut?"

"Oh I love it," Shuhua nodded with a sigh, turning her face to kiss you. "But it's the least I fucking deserve for being the last one."

"Come on, are you going to cry about it?" you teased, and pulled your cock out of her. "I thought you were tougher than that, but I see you're just a whiny whore."

"Hey! And you're a son of a...!" Shuhua trailed off, as Soyeon had grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back to spread her legs and eat her cum-filled pussy.

You leaned over to Shuhua and kissed her again, then pulled away a few seconds later and trailed kisses down her neck, collarbone, shoulders, and finally down to her tits. Her nipples were your immediate appetizer, first the left one and then the right. You sucked and licked them both, delighting in the mix of soft flesh and the cold metal of the piercings. When you felt ready to continue and had already spent a few long seconds sucking on her tits, you knelt up next to her face and grabbed your cock to put your balls in her mouth while you slowly jerked yourself off.

After having cleaned the cum from Shuhua's pussy, Soyeon didn't stop and continued eating and fingering her, on her hands and knees with a perfect back bend that made her ass look like a work of art. Shuhua sucked your balls without complaint, and when you were hard you took your cock inside her mouth for her to suck on for a little while.

Shuhua was amazing at sucking cock, but your girlfriend's ass looked too inviting for you at the moment, so you pulled out of Shuhua's mouth and went behind Soyeon to put your slobbering cock between her ass cheeks. Feeling it, she lightly shook her ass and moved back and forth to rub your shaft against it. You let her do that for a few seconds, until you got impatient and entered her.

"Mmmgh," Soyeon moaned, and looked over her shoulder at you as you took the full length of your cock inside her tight pussy. "Baby, make sure you send a picture of this to the girls."

Soyeon's phone was the closest, so you reached out an arm to pick it up, unlock it with your fingerprint, and snapped a couple of photos with your cock buried deep inside your girlfriend's pussy. After sending them, you tossed the phone aside and grabbed Soyeon by her small waist to start pounding her pussy.

Shuhua locked gazes with you, her thighs wrapped around Soyeon's head as she massaged her tits and pinched her nipples. The blush on her cheeks, easily noticeable due to how pale her skin was, was adorable as she moaned and tugged at Soyeon's hair. You weren't going to tell her for fear of dying, but she looked like a very cute cartoon tomato.

As the seconds passed, you went harder on Soyeon, clinging to her ass just the way she loved it and pounding hard. However, thanks to your girlfriend's skill with her tongue and fingers, the first to cum was Shuhua. She squealed and squeezed Soyeon's head between her thighs, but your girlfriend didn't stop, instead going faster.

"Unnie!! Stop!!" Shuhua squealed, arching her back in desperation. "Unnie!! Oh god, god!! FUCK!!!"

Shuhua exploded again, this time with the small surprise of covering Soyeon's entire face with a jet of squirt that forced her to turn her face away. You slowed down, and exchanged incredulous glances with your girlfriend, since neither of you expected—you should have—that she could squirt.

Soyeon moved away from between Shuhua's thighs and made her move to the side to look at you over her shoulder, signaling for you to continue. You first grabbed a handful of her long black hair, making it into a ponytail that served as a handle for the next couple of minutes in which you pounded your girlfriend's pussy until she came.

"Oh my fucking god yes baby!!" Soyeon moaned, gripping the sheets, fucking herself against your cock between spasms. You gave a couple of light spanks to her buttocks, and let go of her hair so she could move at ease.

As her orgasm wore off, Soyeon knelt up and turned around to kiss you, one arm around your neck and her hand moving slowly over your cock. Seconds later she pulled away to look at Shuhua.

"Come here, slut," your girlfriend told her. "We have a cock to suck."

Soyeon got on her hands and knees again, but this time with your cock in front of her face. Shuhua didn't hesitate to join in, in the same position as Soyeon, both of them propped up on their elbows and with their backs arched to make their asses stand out.

Soyeon was the first to take you into her mouth, cleaning your shaft of her own fluids with her gaze fixed on you. Shuhua could only stare at your cock, and gladly accepted it into her mouth when it was her turn. Soyeon then sucked on your balls, and licked the underside of your shaft while Shuhua gave you a messy, sloppy blowjob. The command wasn't implied, but you still grabbed Soyeon's phone again and took a picture and video to send to the group chat.

"Alright come ride me cutie," you told Soyeon with a caress to her chin, then looked at Shuhua. "And you're gonna sit on my face."

"I'll do whatever I want, moron," Shuhua replied, in a teasing tone that made you snort and give her a quick slap that put some of her hair in her face. That only made her moan, "Oh yeah do that again, and then I might do what you say," you did so, another slap on the same cheek that made her bite her lip and smile. "Alright, lay down."

"What it takes to make you do a damn basic thing," Soyeon chuckled, as you laid on your back.

Soyeon straddled you and quickly impaled herself back on your cock. Shuhua also climbed on top of you, but instead of your cock, her seat was your whole face.

Needless to say, but even at that moment you didn't feel worthy of having such a piece of ass pressed against your face, and you didn't think you ever would, because to be honest it felt like something only the most worthy could even hope for. Not even her sweet tasting pussy and silky folds, which you licked and kissed, resembled something mere mortals could have. It was just fucking perfection.

And without going any further, your girlfriend's pussy was off the charts, suffocatingly tight and delicious as always. She moved up and down with her hands on your chest, making out with Shuhua while you feasted on her pussy and played with her ass cheeks. Soyeon gradually went faster, and Shuhua moved her hips back to grind against your mouth and nose. Both of them muffled moans against each other's lips, but the loudest was Shuhua; she came not long after.

"Fuckkk!!" Shuhua whimpered, writhing on your face with her nails digging into your chest. "His mouth feels as good as his fucking cock!!"

"I know right?" Soyeon moaned, grinding her hips on your cock in that motion that must have felt amazing to her. "I hit the fucking jackpot with him. But remember he's all fucking mine and he's only on loan, bitch."

"Whatever you say, old lady," Shuhua stuck her tongue out at her.

Shuhua climbed off your face and sat down beside you. You licked her juices from your lips, and were finally able to breathe normally. Soyeon then turned her back to you, feet planted on the bed and hands on your chest as she jumped on top of you in a reverse cowgirl position. Shuhua went in front of her, sitting on top of your thigh.

"Oh lord," Shuhua said with a gasp, and brought a hand to Soyeon's abdomen. "The way he makes your belly bulge is so hot, unnie."

"Do you want to see it bulge even more?" you asked rhetorically, not waiting for her to respond before grabbing Soyeon by the thighs and pulling them towards you, holding them behind her knees with your arms. She planted her hands on either side of your waist, and you planted your feet on the mattress to pound your girlfriend's pussy in her favorite position.

"Fuck, so hot," Shuhua sighed, and you watched as she leaned forward to lick Soyeon's pussy, who screamed in pleasure. "I could watch that sexy belly bulge all damn day."

Shuhua and you took it upon yourself to drive Soyeon down the path of absolute madness. You pumped the entirety of your cock in and out of her petite body, your iron grip on her legs not wavering for a moment. Shuhua licked, spit, and sucked back at Soyeon's clit, hands on her thighs.

"Fuck yes yes yes!!" Soyeon squealed, dropping her head back and leaving her shiny black hair all over your face. She was now holding onto your wrists. "Don't stop, don't stop!!"

The truth is that you weren't that far from your climax. Whenever you fucked Soyeon in that position all your switches went off and your senses were heightened beyond your control. So the moment your girlfriend exploded around your cock, you did it with her.

"Oh fuck yeah fill me up, baby!" Soyeon moaned, falling back to find your lips and kiss them, while she shook on top of you and you left your load inside her pussy. "I'm never going to get tired of this, oh god."

The two of you made out for a few more seconds until you pulled out of her. Shuhua immediately caught your cock with her lips and sucked it up and down, searching for every drop of cum left in you. Then she focused on Soyeon's pussy, to collect with her tongue the small waterfall of white liquid that was leaking between her folds.

"Mmm, tasty tasty," Shuhua sighed, eating up every trace of your cum before looking at you. "Hey, donkey, you still have something for me, don't you?"

"Let's find out," you said, and after giving her a peck on the cheek, you pushed Soyeon off of you to go to Shuhua.

You grabbed her face roughly, and made her kneel up to crash your lips against hers. Her hands went to your shoulders, and you brought one of yours between her legs to play with her pussy for a bit, rubbing between her folds before bringing two fingers inside her. Shuhua moaned and bit your lip, now adding her tongue into the kiss. One of her hands then went to your still sensitive cock, to slowly rub it with her palm. It took a few long seconds for your erection to come back to life, but as it did you fell into a mutual masturbation session with each other.

"How have you been having fun so far?" Shuhua asked against your lips, and looked into your eyes, stroking your cock at a steady pace. "As good as in your imagination when you saw me perform?"

"Almost as good," you nodded with a sly smile, pumping your fingers in and out of her. "But you're still not over the imaginary Shuhua."

Her face twisted into a scowl that denoted the urge to murder you. Perfect.

"Hey! What the fuck do you mean by that?!" she yelled just millimeters from your lips. "You fucking-"

Before she could insult you, you wrapped your left arm around her waist and laid her down on her back. She tried to get her hands on you, but you made good use of your strength to grab her wrists and hold them above her head.

“Let me go!” Shuhua yelled, struggling to free herself from your hold, but you had her wrists pinned tightly against the mattress. “I’m going to kick your ass!”

“Shut your mouth, whore,” you said, and without a second thought you spat into her mouth. Shuhua moaned and stopped struggling, now spreading her legs. “Ah, you like that don’t you?”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, asshole,” she snapped back, raising her hips to rub her pussy against your cock.

“Oh no?” you raised an eyebrow, and spat again into her parted mouth. She moaned louder, licking your saliva from between her lips. "You're such a fucking slut."

"Yes I fucking am," she growled. "So what?"

You brought her wrists together above her head so you could hold them together with one hand, and with your free hand, you gave her a spicy, dry slap on the right cheek. Shuhua groaned in pleasure and arched her back as her skin turned bright red.

"Tell me what you want, slut," you demanded through gritted teeth, grabbing her chin firmly.

"You know what I want, idiot," Shuhua replied, breathing heavily. "I don't know why you need to-"

You cut her off with another slap that sent her hair into her face, strands sticking to it from the sweat. She bit her lip and moaned louder.

"What do you want, you fucking bitch?!" you asked again, now grabbing her hair to pull her head back. "You're just making it harder for yourself by being a fucking brat."

"I want you to fuck me goddammit!" she squealed desperately, twisting her hips in search of you penetrating her.

You reaffirmed your fingers in her hair and made sure to pull straight from her scalp to shake her.

"What do you want?!" you insisted. "You and I both know the fucking answer!"

"BREED ME, MOTHERFUCKER!!" Shuhua finally screamed. "BE THE FUCKING MAN YOU CLAIM TO BE, TAME ME AND BREED ME!!"

You smirked, and finally let go of her wrists to grab her thighs and penetrate her fully. Shuhua sighed in relief, her arms in the same position you had left them in a second ago.

"See it wasn't that hard?" you asked with your hands on her waist, beginning to move your hips back and forth. "I don't know why you have to make everything so complicated with your tantrums."

Shuhua couldn't answer you anymore. She had tears in her eyes, disheveled, sweaty, soaked in your saliva and with one side of her face red from the slaps. It was clear that you had managed to calm her insufferable bitch attitude.

You started thrusting quickly, but you varied the position of your hands every few seconds. Now you were on her tits, massaging them between your fingers and playing with her cute nipples. Seconds later, when you were already going harder and were making the bed shake, you moved a hand up to her neck to wrap your fingers around it. Shuhua grabbed your wrist with both hands, with her eyes closed and her eyebrows arched until she came.

She tried to scream in pleasure, but your grip on her neck didn't allow it. Another slap fell on her face, now on the opposite side, causing her tears to run down her cheeks and spread.

"You're a submissive and obedient little whore now huh?" you raised an eyebrow, squeezing her neck tightly. "Come on, say something!"

You let go of her neck for her to do so, but it was only false hope for her, as at the same moment you grabbed her thighs and pulled them all the way back, holding them behind her knees with your arms to let yourself fall forward and pin her under you in a matting press position, with your thighs over her ass.

You now hammered her pussy up and down, seeing up close how much of a mess she was in tears and sweat.

"You want me to put a baby inside you so, so bad huh?" you asked between gasps. "You want it too fucking bad."

Shuhua looked into your eyes and could only nod weakly, so you went harder and harder, making the mattress sink beneath you and the bed creak. She came once more, but that didn't slow you down, not until you felt your orgasm just around the corner and with a loud grunt, you thrusted down the moment you came inside her.

"Oh god!!" you clenched your jaw, leaving every drop of hot cum buried deep inside Shuhua's warm pussy. "Oh yeah take all my fucking seed you whore..."

Shuhua couldn't do anything but look at you with watery eyes and a look of pure ecstasy. She ran a couple of fingers down your face, making you suck two of them and then leaving both hands on your shoulders.

“So warm…” she sighed in a small breath. “I feel so fucking full… thanks honey.”

That last sentence sounded unlike her, and you didn’t bother to hide your confusion about it.

“Are you okay?” you asked. “Did I fuck you so hard you caught a fever?”

“I’m just thanking you, asshole,” Shuhua replied softly. “Don’t complain when I turn into a bitch again.”

“Nah, fair enough,” you smirked, and let go of her thighs to slide out of her and kneel up. Not a single trace of your cum had left her; you’d left it all inside.

You fell onto your back, right next to Soyeon, who draped an arm over your chest to hug you. You picked her up with one arm and settled with her on a pillow.

“I guess it was worth the silent treatment on you, huh?” Soyeon asked with a weak giggle, curled up against the side of your body.

“Every damn second,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her.

Shuhua then quite literally crawled towards you, finally crashing face-first into the mattress when she reached your side and putting an arm over your chest to hug you. Not having the energy to arrange herself in a normal sleeping position, understood.

“I guess I don’t need to remind you that you’ll have to go out first damn hour to buy the pill, right?” Soyeon asked.

“He’ll go by himself,” Shuhua muffled against the mattress, more asleep than awake. “I’ll just stay asleep and take the damn pill when he brings it to me.”

You sighed and closed your eyes.

“As you say, your majesty,” you said.

"As you say, your majesty," she mimicked you in a stupid voice, and you heard her giggle once more before falling asleep.

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The Shy Nerdy Best Friend is Actually Pretty Cool... and Hot

Minnie x Male Reader

one-shot

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, Confession, babying, drunk reader, penetration, blowjob, cumshot...

You don't remember much from that night. One of the few alcohol-induced blackouts you've had in your life, with fragmented memories blurred like a distant dream, some real, others not. Vague, like the first memory of your childhood, but not as special. Based on what Minnie said, you were brought to her house by some of your "friends" after drinking all you could at a stupid party you didn't even want to go to. The idea was for Minnie to take care of you, 'cause, in the condition you were in, staying alone at home was risky and, well, none of your "friends" - and these were their words - would act like your "mother"...

except for her...

The doorbell rang around 09:30 PM.

She answered the door with curious astonishment, probably having been asleep when this hurricane of voices hit her door.

"He's all yours!" said one of your friends, pushing you towards Minnie.

"HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" she asked alarmed. "... What happened to him...?"

"He's drunker than the devil. We brought him here for you to keep an eye on him," said the other friend, the one who drove to Minnie's house.

"Me?!"

"Of course. We're not his mom to take care of the guy." They looked at each other and laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "You've done this before, right?"

"No. Last time he was sick. I don't know how to take care of a drunk person!" she tried to explain while using all her strength to keep you upright.

The problem was that you weighed almost twice as much as she did.

"Great. It's practically the same thing!"

"We're going back to the party! Tell him to call us tomorrow. See you later, babe!" he said, ironically, of course.

"Hey... are you okay?" Minnie asked you.

"Your hair is all messy," you said, messing up her hair even more.

"I was napping on the couch. And you're a complete mess. But let's get inside, you weigh more than a bull!"

You put your arm around Minnie and dragged yourself into the house with her. She helped you sit on the couch; your head was spinning and everything seemed terribly distant. When you looked at Minnie, she seemed to be staring at you, but you weren't sure. In your state, even her action figures seemed to be watching you.

"I think I'm bothering you. I am, aren't I?" you asked. "I can go home. I can walk just fine."

You made a motion to get up.

"Sit down, idiot!" she said, pushing you back onto the couch. "It's okay. I'm just worried about you. Did you take any drugs?"

"Hmm, I don't think so," you replied, terribly sincere.

She brought you a glass of water. While you were drinking, she asked:

"I tried to talk to you several times today. I called and texted you. I thought we were going to marathon that stupid Hobbit trilogy.”

"Looks like I had better plans," you replied sarcastically.

"Uh-huh, it seems so..."

"Can I lay my head on your lap? I want you."

You didn't notice, but she blushed.

"Alright, I guess."

You laid your head on her lap and closed your eyes. Minnie started to gently stroke your hair.

"You should stop going to those parties. There's nothing good about them. And your friends always abandon you at the end of them."

"I wished you were there with me," you confessed.

"You know I don't like parties. And if I went, your friends would probably just laugh at me if I were there."

"That's true. It's really true. Damn, it's a damn truth... I think I drank to try to forget about you a little." You revealed suddenly. "I was feeling bad for breaking my promise to you."

"Why didn't you want to come?"

"I've been a little irritated with you lately."

"Why? What did I do?! I'm sorry! ... But what did I do?"

You laughed like an idiot.

"Your way, your tastes, your clothes, your voice, your smell irritate me... man, the list is long."

She immediately stopped stroking your hair.

"Oh... got it."

"All of that irritates me because I... because I love all those things about you and I can't admit it. It irritates me that you're perfect... in a good way. Sorry. "You hugged her around the waist, hiding your face in Minnie's belly, who stood paralyzed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"You're so good to me while I treat you terribly. I wish I were a better guy." You commented, sounding like an embarrassed confession.

"No, no! You treat me so well! You're so sweet to me."

"No... it's just... when I'm with my friends, they make jokes about you and say I hang out with you just to get easy sex or whatever... The problem is I never raise my voice to defend you, I just sulk or change the subject like a damn coward. No one should talk about you like that... Damn, I think I'm going to vomit!"

"Ew! Don't vomit on me!”

You stumbled to your feet and Minnie guided you to the bathroom. You managed to make it to the toilet in time, avoiding vomiting all over her bathroom.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

You waited for the sound of the toilet flushing to pass, then replied, "You could have held my hair while I was puking. Where are your manners?"

She chuckled and sat against the bathroom wall.

"You're such an idiot, you know."

"Do you still want to watch The Hobbit trilogy?"

"It's already too late, and besides, in your state, you wouldn't be able to focus on staring at a wall for 1 minute."

"I guess you're right."

"Hey, seriously, you should stop hanging out with those guys. They're not your real friends."

"I just hang out with them, you know, so I'm not alone."

"You have me."

You silently observed Minnie for too long, making her start to feel uncomfortable. You tried to think of something good to say to her, something that would make her feel better, because, well, after revealing that those guys were mocking her behind her back, it was the least you could do.

"Is that Tweety?" you asked, pointing to her blouse.

"Yep! Do you like it?"

"It looks like you. The glasses and all. It's pretty cute. Do you think I could get a Tweety shirt?"

"Finding a male Tweety shirt for you will be tough."

"No problem. I'll definitely look better in that baby tee than you, no offense. By the way, is Tweety male or female?"

"Tweety is male!"

"Ah, I never noticed."

"Hey, I was serious when I said you have me. You like me, right? We're friends?"

"Minnie you are my best friend, please."

"Then it doesn't make sense you to hang out with people who are constantly mocking me. Now that you've said that, I won't accept you continuing to be friends with them and me at the same time!" she protested.

"Hmm... Okay. That's fair. I'll kill all of them for you."

"I'm serious. You're going to have to choose between me or them."

"I choose you. You, Minnie."

You clumsily crawled over and hugged her, squeezing her small body against yours, which was one of your favorite feelings.

"Okay, okay. I get it! But I don't think this is the most hygienic place for us to hug." Minnie helped you to your feet. "Go take a shower and see if you can get rid of that vomit breath.”

“If I do everything right, do I get a kiss?”

“No way! You’re drunk. In the morning, I want you saying all this to me again. If it’s really true, then tomorrow will be a very special day for me…”

“I love you, Minnie,” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “I want to be your man so badly. It even makes me feel like crying when I think about it.”

She playfully tapped your chest and pushed you away, giggling nervously.

“I love you too. I really do,” she said with a shy smile. “I’ll get some clothes you left here for you to wear. Please don’t slip in the bathroom because I won’t have the strength to lift you.”

"I'm not an idiot to slip in the bathroom."

"But you can act like one sometimes." she said, before closing the door.

"Do you want to play Mortal Kombat?" you asked Minnie as she dried her hair with the hairdryer in her room.

"WHAT?!"

"I asked if you want to play Mortal Kombat!" You said, now louder. "This darn hairdryer sounds like a jet engine!"

She turned it off.

“If I beat you while sober, imagine drunk as you are now. No, you need to eat. Soup will be good for you."

"Cup Noodles, that's it!"

"No! Real soup. Light and with vegetables. I actually ordered some."

"Ah," you grumbled disheartened. "I've lost my appetite."

"But you're going to eat!"

"Fine, fine! If you insist... Hey, is that a Smurf on the table?"

"My goodness, you look so lost when you're drunk. Like your brain has shrunk," Minnie said casually, trying to hide a laugh. "That's a Squirtle. And you're the one who gave it to me as a gift."

"This is actually quite offensive on your part. I'm sharper than most drunks."

"Aw, don't be offended." She pinched your cheeks like a baby. Minnie was definitely taking advantage of the fact that you were drunk.

And in a way, you thought she was entitled to it.

Once again in her lap, you ended up discovering that night that this was your favorite place. Warm and protected from any harm. And even intoxicated, sparks of lucidity allowed you to see through the smoke that hovered over your mind. No, better than that, it allowed you to feel the security that Minnie had when she was by your side, singing "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles to you. And singing was something she didn't do around anyone; insecurity and shyness prevented her from doing so. In this way, she hid one of her greatest talents because she sang in an angelic manner, extremely comfortable with her own voice, sounding good without any instrument to accompany her. The fact was that if it weren't for the headache, you would have been sure you were in a sublime dream.

"That was the best lullaby I've ever heard," you murmured.

"I thought you were already asleep."

"Sing more."

"No, that's enough. You need to sleep."

"I want to hear you sing every night," you said, and Minnie laughed because you wore a silly, goofy smile. Apparently, your facial expressions weren't entirely under control.

"I hope I can sing to you every night. Just for you." Minnie slid her finger slowly across your nose, watching you with an enigmatic expression. She took advantage of the fact that your eyes were closed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh-huh... sure," you mumbled.

"Have you always been ashamed of me? Regardless of your answer, it won't matter because you're drunk."

You immediately stood up from her lap, feeling dizzy and alarmed, but rational enough to say:

"I want you to meet my parents, Minnie. Um, I was planning to tell you tomorrow, after you agreed to be my girlfriend. So consider this a little spoiler. I want to hold your hand and have the right to call you 'mine.'"

"Do you swear?" she asked, her lips trembling.

"Yes. All this time, the girl of my dreams has been right by my side, and I ignored it. My face is red with embarrassment now. From tomorrow onward, I'll make it up to you, and if you give me a chance, I'll make you feel special every day. Just as you deserve."

"Besides bad jokes and terrible taste in movies, you're also quite good at romance. God, I wish I could kiss you right now..."

"Okay, so I'll do it in your place. Excuse me, I'm going to kiss your forehead," you said, leaning closer to her.

Amid giggles, she asked: "What are you doing?"

"If you'll allow me..." You lifted Minnie's bangs as if checking her temperature and then planted a quick kiss on her forehead.

"You're such a goof, my goodness."

"And I'm also crazy about you."

"Let's hope these things still hold true tomorrow," she remarked, and you saw her eyes sparkle for you. "I want to believe..."

"Wait, was that an X-Files refer-?"

"Yep!" In fact, she said it by chance. "You're definitely sharper than most drunks."

“I told you, I told you!”, you exclaimed like a child.

The bedroom curtain wasn't fully closed, so a beam of light at 8:30 AM came through the window and hit your eyes, warming your skin until it became unbearable, and you opened your eyes to the whitish view of Minnie's room. Your vision returned to normal as your mind assimilated the facts. How the hell did I get here? And why am I in Minnie's bed? Oh, and It was strange for you to be in her room because when you slept at Minnie's house, you usually slept on the couch. It was hard to recap the events of the previous night, but they came to your mind in the following way:

I went to the party.

I was sad because of confusing feelings.

I drank.

I drank.

I drank.

I drank a lot.

Some of my "buddies" took me to Minnie's house.

She took care of me. Again.

Hmm, yeah, things probably happened this way or a similar version of it.

You looked at the clothes you were wearing. It definitely wasn't that stupid Zelda shirt you wore to the party.

Holy crap. Could it be that Minnie helped me change my clothes?

You felt completely embarrassed and afraid to find out what happened the previous night.

‘Don’t be an idiot and face it like a man.’

Words from your father when the two of you talked earlier that month about your internal conflict over admitting your romantic feelings for a particular girl. He didn't care about most of your problems, but this one irritated him. Your ridiculous concern about others' opinions on your life, your girl, who you should date... And staying silent in the face of offensive comments about your friend... He almost threw that beer in your face. If you don’t confess your feelings to this girl, then another man will, and then it will be too late. And I don't want you here ruining my Sunday afternoon because of your stupidity. He didn’t know how to say things without sounding like a retired army colonel, but you thought you deserved to hear those words in that exact tone. The time had come to put your old man's advice into practice. You quietly left the room and went to the bathroom to wash your face. From the noise, Minnie was in the kitchen cooking something. It wasn’t in your plans to confess your feelings to her with a horrendous hangover face, but damn it, you hoped she loved you for what you had inside: guts and true feelings for her.

When you got to the breakfast table in the kitchen, there was a plate of scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, and warm toast waiting for you. Minnie was wearing an adorable overall and a gentle smile was on her face. You loved this morning view and wished it could be like this every morning.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?" she asked, sitting at the table.

"I slept well," you said timidly.

"Come on, eat your breakfast." She insisted, and you joined her at the table.

"And you? Did you sleep well? You know I could have slept on the couch."

"Nah, you needed a real rest. Besides, the couch isn't that bad."

"Sorry for ruining your night."

"I saved you yesterday, you'll save me tomorrow," she said cheerfully. "Are you feeling okay?"

"My head hurts a bit, but just being conscious is a relief... By the way, you didn't change my clothes, did you?"

She put her hand to her mouth in a mock expression of shock.

"Oh my God! How do you remember this?"

"Oh, man! Fuck!"

"Just kidding! You changed yourself like a big boy!" she revealed, laughing at your reaction.

"Thank God!"

After breakfast, you helped her wash the dishes and clear the table. There was a moment of rest when you both went to the living room, the glorious morning light shining renewed, somehow lifting your spirits and giving you a bit of courage.

"Listen, Minnie, I'm not sure what I said or did yesterday. I have a feeling I might have dropped a bomb on you because I noticed you seemed a bit off during breakfast."

"I'm just a little anxious."

"I need to tell you that I've been in love with you for a while. And I've been feeling bad for not treating you the way you truly deserve. You might say it's no big deal, but to me, it is. It's something that causes me anguish, and now I want to change that if you'll give me a chance." You held Minnie’s hands, her eyes reflecting the hope in her heart, your actions feeling right and natural, without shame or hesitation in saying: "I love you, Minnie."

"I love you too. I think I've loved you since that day we shared an umbrella while walking back from the movies. You and I walking together in silence, our shoulders occasionally touching, and the rain falling around us... Oh, and you looked so handsome that day.”

"Minnie... Can I kiss you?"

You and Minnie started kissing on the couch, desire and emotion burning uncontrollably between you. Your lips met with a mix of nervousness and passion, the first kiss an electric shock that coursed through your body. She was the girl of your life, there was no doubt anymore. The reciprocity was a wet and intense response, a kiss with your tongues intertwining as you both had secretly longed for. Her hands began to explore your body, sliding over your muscles with a provocative softness. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered against your lips, her voice laden with desire. The room seemed to heat up with the energy emanating from you, also radiant with the morning sun, the birds singing outside, and the tension between you dissolving as you surrendered to the moment. Your bodies moved closer and closer, the excitement growing with each touch and sigh.

As the kisses heated up, the intensity increased, and you lost your balance, falling off the couch in a tangle of bodies. "Oh, wait, my glasses!" Minnie exclaimed, and you gently took off her glasses and placed them on the couch. "You still look handsome, even slightly blurry," she said.

On the floor, your hands were eager, sliding over Minnie's body as you pulled down one of her overall straps, revealing the warm, soft skin beneath. With a quick movement, you removed the other strap, leaving her in just her striped top and bra. Minnie let out a low moan as she felt your firm hands lift her top, slowly exposing her small breasts covered by the bra. You pulled the bra straps down, freeing her breasts, and immediately began to play with them, sucking and squeezing them with a mix of softness and firmness. "Oh, yes, keep going," she murmured, her eyes closed and head thrown back, deliberately feeling the heat of your mouth against her skin. Her sighs filled the room, each touch and moan intensifying the excitement. Her skin was soft and fragrant, and the sensation of her nipples hardening under your tongue was very, very good.

After dedicating yourself to Minnie's breasts, you slid your lips down her abdomen, pulling her overall down a bit more. Your tongue traced a slow, teasing path, exploring the sensitive skin of her belly. "You're so hot, Minnie," you murmured between kisses, your voice full of desire for her. Minnie moaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily as you continued to adore her. "Lick me more, please," she whispered, her face flushed with excitement. Your lips and tongue explored every inch of her belly, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. The combination of gentle kisses and sensual licks made Minnie gasp with pleasure, her body arching with each new stimulus. "Mmmm, I love it when you do that," she moaned, her voice sweeter than ever.

You took off your stupid Zelda shirt (hoping Minnie hadn't focused too much on it). When it came time to take off your underwear, Minnie took charge, deftly pulling it off and tossing it aside without hesitation. She looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes before wrapping her lips around your cock. "I always knew you had a big cock; I could see how it bulged in some of the pants you wore," she revealed. Somehow, Minnie's sudden confidence made her even sexier, and your arousal ridiculously uncontrollable. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth around you was overwhelming, each movement of her tongue making your whole body tremble with pleasure. The sounds of sucking and Minnie's muffled moans filled the living room, a rhythm so pleasurable to hear. Watching her alternate between gentle and intense movements, driven by such devotion, was... beautiful, an erotic work of art for your eyes. Her lovely lips wrapped around your cock with such need, her hands caressing your thighs with so much care and love, Minnie's eyes never leaving yours. Her hair was loose, the perfect invitation to grab it and thrust your cock against Minnie's throat, helping to make it even wetter.

Minnie begged you to fuck her, feeling increasingly aroused. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch as she finished taking off her clothes.

"Is this your first time?" you asked.

"No. I actually used to see a guy back in college; we had sex a few times, but he was terrible... You're suprised?"

“Oh, no. Maybe a little. Bu- Hmm, well, do you happen to have a condom?"

"I'm the last person who would have condoms at home," she said with a silly laugh. “But I think from now on this will change.”

The moment you were sharing became more intense and intimate, and Minnie, feeling increasingly aroused, noticed how wet her pussy was. She decided to heighten the sensation, rubbing your cock between her pussy lips, moaning softly with each movement. "My god, I'm so wet for you," she whispered, her voice full of lust. Minnie began to slap your cock against her pussy, each hit making her moan louder. "Look how my little pussy is dripping, babe..." she teased, her eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. You couldn't resist; you grabbed your cock and started slapping it against Minnie's pussy. "Oh, yes... hit it hard..." "Fuck, this feels so good, Minnie." The contact between you increased the sexual tension, Minnie's moans becoming louder and more frequent. "My pussy is begging for you, babe," she said between sighs and moans. The friction between your bodies made the desire grow almost unbearably, leaving her even more excited and ready for the next step: Minnie finally slid your cock inside her, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. "Oh, yes, this is so good," she exclaimed, starting to ride you with rhythmic movements. The sensation of being inside her was indescribable, each pulse of excitement increasing your pleasure. Minnie moved with an intensity that made your whole body vibrate, her moans blending with yours. "You make me feel so good," she murmured, Minnie's hands resting on your chest as she rode faster and faster. Her petite body over yours, consumed by genuine passion for you and your cock.

The atmosphere between you reached its peak as Minnie continued riding you with fervor, her movements becoming more frantic as the climax approached. "I'm gonna cum... oh, I'm gonna cum so hard," she screamed, her eyes closed and her face contorted with pleasure. You could feel the heat and wetness around your cock as she rode faster and faster, her body trembling with excitement. "Yeah, come on, come for me, baby!" you said, panting, and with a final scream of pleasure, Minnie finally came, her body shaking violently as she fell apart on top of you. Sweat dripped from your bodies, your heavy breathing a testament to the intensity of the moment. She relaxed on you, completely spent, her eyes meeting yours with a satisfied and exhausted look, the glow of pleasure still reflecting in her pupils. The connection between you proved to be real; if the declarations, looks, and gestures weren't conclusive enough before, now every sigh and touch reaffirmed the intensity of the shared experience that only two people in love can feel.

But

Despite Minnie's intense orgasm, you still hadn't cum. Realizing this, Minnie smiled mischievously and murmured, "I'm going to make you cum now." She lifted herself for a moment, only to sit back down on your cock, her body still trembling with residual pleasure. Minnie began to grind intensely, her movements desperate and full of fervor. Your moans interspersed with your panting breath, your eyes closed, completely sedated by the sensation and the imminent explosion, still focused on not coming inside her. A lethal adrenaline rush. "Cum for me... please, cum for me," she begged, her voice broken by desire and urgency. "Oh, fuck, oh god! I don't know how much longer I can hold on, babe..." Minnie said, her words and the movements of her hips creating an irresistible mix of pleasure and pressure.

Then, the intensity of Minnie's movements, combined with her words, pushed you to the edge. Feeling the climax approaching, you announced, "I'm gonna cum, Minnie,"

Fuck…Her eyes shining with excitement… She got off you and begged: "Cum on my face... I want all your cum on my face." You quickly got up, your body trembling with anticipation. Minnie knelt in front of you, looking up at you with a gaze full of expectation and desire. With a final grunt, you stroked your cock rapidly and ejaculated onto her, the hot, pulsing jets covering her face. Minnie closed her eyes, moaning as she felt every drop, a smile of pure satisfaction forming on her lips, blending her shyness, naughtiness, and cuteness.

The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the atmosphere still vibrating with the energy of the intense connection you shared. Minnie, still on her knees, wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, her expression one of deep and exhausted satisfaction.

With a loving gesture, you placed Minnie's glasses back on her face, your fingers sliding gently across her skin. "You don't know how beautiful you are now,” you whispered.

Your eyes met, sparks of desire still dancing between them. With a soft smile, you pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Your lips met in a final act of surrender to the intense passion that had consumed you both, the salty taste of your cum mixing sweetly and intimately between you...

And a couple of little yellow birds on the windowsill were silent witnesses to the newly blossomed passion.

[bunnywonyo]

HEAR ME OUT ‼️‼️‼️ BUT WHAT IF.. SNOW WHITE & THE SEVEN DWARFS EXCEPT IT'S A HAREM TYPE SITUATION (READER BEING SNOW WHITE)???? LIKE.. PUT THE MOMMIEST KPOP IDOLS THERE WE GONNA SEE KARINA, WONY, SANA, ETC. ?????? IT'S SEEMS PRETTY BIG FOR A SINGLE FIC BUT IDKKK

SNOW WHITE AND HER SEVEN EIGHT MOMMIES??

g!p karina, g!p wonyoung, g!p sana, g!p sakura, g!p rosé, g!p minnie, g!p yeji x innocent snow white! reader x secret bonus g!p celebrity (what a mouthful)

synopsis: after running away from the evil queen for something you overheard, you found shelter in a house shared with not one, not two, but seven attractive women who all happen to have the hots for you

word count: 10.2k

tags: smut, g!p, somnophilia, choking, spanking, double penetration, may get ooc sorry, lmk if i missed some

a/n: i'm terribly sorry if this took too long college bit my ass, but please do enjoy even if this is shitty

your legs have started hurting from all the running. how long have you been running? hours probably. far too long than what your weak legs could handle. but you had to keep running. you need to get as far away from the castle as possible. far from the evil queen. but did you run far enough? hopefully yes.

taking a break from all that running, you spot a house by a lake hidden behind the thick covers of the forest. it was your only chance of surviving this forest so you decided to try your luck and ask the house’s owner if you could stay there. 

knocking at the door, you waited for any response. receiving none, you noticed that the door was slightly open. after some internal dilemma, you decide to just enter hoping the owner was nice enough to forgive you for trespassing into their property.

the first thing you noticed when you set foot inside was how dirty and disorganized everything was. the sink was filled with unwashed dishes, there were food crumbs everywhere, the dining room table had chairs all over the place, and clothes littered the couch. you shuddered in disgust before a bright idea concocted in your brain. you were gonna clean this whole house to show the owner of this house that you would be a helpful addition. you grabbed a broom and dustpan that were leaning by the front door and started cleaning

after hours of cleaning, you found out that seven people lived here based from the disorganized items in this house mostly being seven. seven pairs of fork and spoon, seven plates, seven disorganized chairs. while cleaning the second floor of the house, you also found seven bedrooms, each with signs on the door that showed the owners’ name. wonyoung, karina, sana, sakura, rosé, minnie and yeji they read. 

suddenly feeling drowsy, you headed downstairs, deciding to sleep on the couch. (you’ve already trespassed, you wouldn't want to worsen your possible friendship with the owners now won’t you?) laying down, you felt your eyes getting heavy, so you let go all the tension in your body and started to drift off to dreamland.

after what seemed like hours, you could hear whispers. naturally, this woke you up. stirring, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. as your vision cleared, you realized you were not alone. seven pairs of eyes were fixed on you, each pair belonging to a remarkably beautiful girl. they stared at you, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and something else in their expressions. you quickly sat up, feeling your cheeks flush under their collective gaze.

"i'm so sorry for intruding," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "i was running away and found your house. i didn't mean to trespass, i just... i needed a place to stay."

the girls exchanged glances before a tall girl with a mole above right cheek stepped forward. "you cleaned our house?" she asked, her voice soft but firm. there was something familiar about her, like she reminded you of someone

you nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. "yes, i thought it might help. i wanted to show you that i could be useful if you let me stay."

another girl stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with amusement and somehow, mischief? "well, you did a pretty good job," she said, looking around the now spotless living room. "it hasn't looked this good in ages."

another tall girl crossed her arms, you noticed a mole below her lips, a smile tugging at her lips. "why were you running?" she asked, her eyes searching yours.

you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "i was escaping from the evil queen," you explained. “yesterday, while i was cleaning the castle courtyard, i heard her tell her adviser, “i want that y/n girl in my special room by tonight.” the girls gasp, but sensing that there was more to the story, they let you continue.

“i was really suspicious so i followed the queen around. then before she entered her quarters, i heard her mutter under her breathe, “finally, after all these years i can finally take her” when i heard that, i panicked and ran away from the castle until i ended up here” you continued, “i didn’t know what she was gonna do to me, if only i knew i would’ve never worked there” you innocently finished.

when you finished your story, something shifted with the girls. their expressions, already intrigued, took on a darker edge, a subtle heat in their eyes. they exchanged another series of glances, this time laden with a silence. you didn’t notice, too naive and too caught up in your own story, but their gazes lingered on you a little longer, their thoughts clearly taking a different, more intimate darker direction.

a blonde girl stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, her touch lingering just a bit too long. “you’re safe here,” she said, her voice soothing but with an undercurrent you couldn’t quite place. “you can stay with us as long as you need.”

relief washed over you, and you smiled gratefully at them. “thank you, thank you so much.”

still not letting go of your shoulders, she squeezed them gently before letting her hand fall away. "why don't we sit down and get to know each other a bit more?" she suggested, gesturing toward a cozy seating area nearby.

as you all settled into the plush chairs, the atmosphere became more relaxed, the tension from earlier dissipating into the background. you and the girls conversed with each other and that’s when you learned who the names you read upstairs belonged to. they discussed where you would sleep and what tasks you were assigned to do. after a while, it was finally decided that you are going to sleep in the attic and cleaning the house was your job. soon, night arrived and after eating the dishes sakura cooked(10/10 would eat again) and tidying up the kitchen, you all went to bed. you sighed in content as your body relaxed against the soft cover of the bed. you were really happy, not only did you escape from the clutches of the evil queen, you also gained seven attractive friends! (very attractive if i say so myself). as you pondered with your thoughts, you could slowly feel your eyes getting heavy. you yawned and let your mind wander into dreamland. 

minutes passed by and you were already in deep sleep. so deep that you never hear the door to your room open as a figure enters. 

you were awakened minutes later by the sensation of something entering inside you and a body on top of yours thrusting. you tried screaming for help but the person saw this and covered your mouth. tears welled up in your eyes as the pain spread all over your body. your tried to fight back but they were so strong that your futile attempts only made the already creaking bed creak harder. 

“shh y/n” you recognized that voice, “you wouldn’t want the others to see how much of a slut you are now won’t you?”

you looked up to your perpetrator and what you saw drained the life out of your face. the person forcing themselves onto you was none other than sana!

sana noticed the shock in your face before she giggled and leaned closer into you. 

“surprised? sorry honey i couldn’t help myself.” she whispered “but i’m serious, you better shut that pretty mouth of yours before you wake everyone up” you replied but since sana’s hand was covering your mouth, it came out muffled. removing her hand from your mouth, you spat “why? are you afraid cuz you know that the moment they wake them up and see this they’ll do something to you?” while glaring at her.

this ticked sana off before she dropped a truth bomb to you “afraid? oh honey, the one who should be afraid is you” she grinned. “the moment the other girls wake up, they won’t be able to control themselves. the truth is, the moment we saw you, we all wanted you. i just happen to fuck you first. i just want to savor you first.”

panting, you retort “you’re lying! you’re only saying that to trick me! you’re nothing but –ah!” sana’s harsh thrust cuts you off. “shh shh shh, less talking, more moaning.” you shook your in response and bit your lip. 

“don’t hide your moans, i know you want this too” you denied this by shaking you head. this response caused sana to tighten her grip on you waist and thrust even harder. 

one of her hands snaked in between your thighs, her fingers trying to find your sensitive bundle of nerves. when she found them, she abused the hell out of them. this action caused you to roll your eyes in pleasure and let out a loud moan. sana smirked at your response, rubbing harder.

“lying little slut acting like you don’t want this but here you are moaning like a whore”

you couldn’t handle it any longer, tired and weary, you finally stopped resisting and fully submitting to sana. your whines and moans soon filled the room. sana delighted with your submission and you with your head way up in cloud nine, both failed to notice the two pair of eyes by your door, watching your every move. 

“ahh mommy! s-something’s happening” you cried out, “my tummy feels weird”

sana smirked at the nickname before giggling “sweetheart that’s called cumming. that’ll make you feel really good” she then groaned “i feel like im gonna cum soon too”

“im gonna cum inside you ok? gonna feel your insides with my seed, gonna paint you insides white”

“y-yes please ahhh f-feel so good mommy” “fuck here it comes baby” her hips thrust for one final time. this being her deepest thrust inside you, all in effort for her cum to fully reach deep inside you. the feeling of her cum inside you caused you to also go over the edge.

legs shaking, sana pulls out her cock from inside you. she sees your juices mixed and flowing out of your pussy. sana groans at the sight before plopping on beside you, one arm slung around your waist.

“that felt good baby?”

as much as you wanted to lie, you couldn’t. even if sana forced herself onto you, you can’t deny that what she did somehow removed stress out of you.

too shy to admit it, you muzzled your face onto her neck and nodded. sana ruffled your hair before yawning. both of you shuffled on bed to get comfortable, ready to sleep the night away. well that was the original plan before someone spoke.

“that was it?” a voice asked, breaking the silence in the room. this caused you and sana to sit up from the surprise. “that was kinda boring right minnie?”

“really short if you ask me, and really sana? one round and you’re done? i’m so glad rosie brought me here” minnie tsked causing sana to blush.

“why don’t minnie and i teach you how to properly feel good, what'd you say y/n?”

although tired and dazed, you were curious. ‘what exactly did they mean by properly?’ you thought. apparently, your curiosity was written all over your face because the two started snickering. they both went on each of your side, stripping off their clothes on their way, their hot breaths lingering in your ears.

rosé turned to sana, “why don’t you be a dear and sit by that chair? you’re free to watch or go back to your room.” she spoke. sana grumbled before picking up her discarded clothes and heading to the chair, one hand wrapped on her dick.

“ew you’re gonna jerk off watching us?” minnie bemused. “what? i bet you were doing that a while ago too!” sana spat back. rosé rolled her eyes, pushing you to lean against minnie before also leaning closer. you blush at being sandwiched by two attractive women.

rosé grabbed your chin, your lips meeting hers. you moaned at the feeling of her soft lips against yours, which she immediately took advantage of. darting her tongue inside your mouth. minnie on the other hand, busied herself with your breasts and your neck. fumbling your mounds like there’s no tomorrow while sucking and nipping on your neck. eventually, they got tired of all the foreplay. even sana was getting bored, evident in her groans in the background.

the three of you changed your position resulting to you straddling rosé while minnie was behind you. you gasped at the the feeling of their dicks rubbing against your nether regions. 

“i–i’ve never tried taking two at once before….” you whined hiding your face on rosé’s neck

“don’t worry baby, rosie and i promise to be gentle” to which rosé nodded in agreement.

you took deep breathes before nodding in submission to them. seeing your response, their eyes twinkle before plunging their dicks inside you at the same time. your scream at the sensation while the two groaned at your tightness. it felt so painful, like your were being ripped in half. the pain was overwhelming but so was the lingering pleasure that was starting to build up. the girls started thrusting until they reached a pace they were comfortable with. 

soon, your pained gasps turned into pleasured moans. hearing this, the two started getting rough. they started thrusting harder while their hands lingered all over your body. rosé fondled with your breasts while minnie snaked one of her hands, searching for your sensitive bundle of nerves. once her hand reached its destination, she was merciless. she rubbed so hard you started twitching from the sensation.

“ahhh minnie feels so good~” you moaned, “rosie, minnie mommies –ahh– faster please” you pleaded.

“you like that y/nnie? you like taking dicks abusing your holes?” rosé asked, amused at how helpless you looked.

you aggressively nodded in response, yelping when she suddenly smacked one of your buttcheeks. “shit do that again please” you pleaded. 

rosé smirks at your reaction before sending a barrage of alternating smacks between your buttcheeks. two dicks inside you, minnie stimulating your clit and rosé smacking your ass caused your brain to be overwhelmed your back arching. the two groaned at the sight.

sana, who has been quietly jerking herself by the chair also groaned before standing up, walking towards you, hands still jerking herself. she positioned herself near your head before grabbing the base of her dick, aiming it to your mouth.

“open up” she grunted. although dazed from pleasure, you managed to process what she asked for. you opened your mouth, taking her member in. sana groaned before starting to thrust in your mouth. tears ran down your cheeks from all the pleasure you were receiving. 

this continued more until suddenly, you felt it again. the knot in your stomach was starting to form making you whine more on sana’s dick. the three noticed this, based on how they all suddenly started thrusting harder onto you.

“fuck–you’re cumming baby? could feel you getting tighter.” minnie grunted, her thrusts starting to reach an uneven pace. she was close too; you could feel it, and so were the other girls.

“shit baby im cumming, you’re gonna take it all right? gonna keep my seed deep inside you like a good girl.” rosé hissed before releasing her load this caused to be over the edge and cumming too. your holes tightened causing a domino effect of minnie and sana also cumming.

the four of you layed there for awhile before they all pulled away. sweat running down your faces as you tried to catch your breathe. after awhile, you suddenly spoke up.

“well now that that’s over, im gonna catch some sleep now. it’s up to you guys if u want to return to your rooms or if you want to sleep here with me. good night girls” you announced, ready to sleep for the nth time today.

“sleep? oh baby you think we’re done? we’re just getting started. you won’t be able to sleep a wink tonight” minnie interjected, hands already snaking all over your body. you shivered at the feeling before praying in your mind.

‘lord, have mercy on me tonight.’ you pleaded as the three starting shifting their positions.

the next day, you woke up feeling sore. specially in your nether regions and your mouth. you turn to your left to see the cause of your pain, all tucked together and sleeping like they never gave you those mind boggling orgasms. you rolled your eyes at the sight before grabbing your pillows and started hitting them.

“ow ow y/n? ow!!” yelped sana as she was surprised and confused with your actions while rosé and minnie grumbled, clearly annoyed with getting their sleep disturbed.

you payed no heed to their reactions, “you guys need to get out! i need to fix myself up” you continued hitting them.

though drowsy and annoyed, the three obliged. they, picked up their clothes and got dressed. as they started heading out, rosé turned to you, “you know y/n, kicking us out to get dressed is kinda useless now. cause we’ve already seen everything.” she laughed as she dodged the pillow you threw at her.

you grumbled in annoyance as you tried to stand up and fix the bed. keyword = tried. as soon as you stood up, pain struck your whole body causing you fall flat on the floor. it let out a thud loud enough to send someone running to knock on your door.

“y/nnie?” it was karina, “are you okay? i heard a thud.”

“im fine! i just fell!”

“are you sure? can i come in?”

“rina im butt naked right now.”

“o-oh… i can help you(?)”” “WHAT?!”

despite your protest, karina wanted to see your naked body help you. she took a deep breathe before barging in, one hand covering her eyes but she was obviously peeking.

“RINA!” you squealed before covering your body with a fallen blanket. 

for a while, karina just stood there, mesmerized with how innocent and helpless you look. countless thoughts entered her mind, all of them involving her having her way with you. this lead her to feel a sudden tightness in her lower region. your eyes then trailed to the tent on her crotch causing an idea to pop inside her head. a smirk spread on her face but was quickly replaced by a faux look of distress.

noticing her discomfort and getting concerned, you asked “are you okay rina?” to which she shook her head no.

“it hurts……down there…..” she started whining whilst gesturing to her nether region. “can you help me? please?”

this of course caught you off guard, blood rushing to your cheeks. although flustered with the situation, you wanted to help karina and hey you’ve already experienced pleasuring someone three times last night right? you could say that you were already experienced. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

realizing that you have yet to respond to karina, you again tried to stand up this time succeeding (if standing on wobbly legs was successful at all).

“down there?” you repeated, your voice barely a whisper as you gestured towards karina’s crotch. your cheeks were on fire, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest. this was certainly not what you expected when you woke up this morning.

karina nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of vulnerability and something else you couldn’t quite place. she looked at you with a pleading expression, and you knew you couldn’t just leave her in discomfort. despite your own flustered state, you wanted to help her.

gathering your courage, you reached out and clasped her hands. “alright, i’ll help you,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. you carefully guided her to the bed, feeling the tension between you both rise.

karina’s internal smirk was hidden behind her innocent facade, but you could sense a shift in her demeanor. she seemed more confident now, her eyes glinting with a spark of mischief.

as you both sat on the edge of the bed, you took a deep breath and leaned closer to her. “just… tell me if i’m doing things right” you murmured, your voice gentle.

karina’s breathe hitched as you positioned yourself between her legs, “i trust you, i know you’ll do great” she replied. 

you nodded back, feeling a rush of determination. you wanted to make her feel better, to ease her discomfort. slowly, you started by palming her erection through her shorts to which she shuddered. you then unzipped them and pulled them down along with her boxers. her cock sprang up, almost hitting your chin in the process. you heard karina let out a sigh of relief while you stared at her member.

it was noticeably throbbing, a sign of how much pain karina was suffering right now. poor baby, if only you knew.

not wanting karina to be in pain for any longer, you quickly went down in business. you wrapped your hands around the rigid member. karina’s eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape. you leaned in, your lips brushing against her ear. “let me know if you need me to stop,” you whispered, your voice husky.

she shook her head slightly, her grip on your hands tightening. “don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice laced with need.

encouraged by her response, you continued your ministrations, your touch growing bolder. you could feel her body responding to your touch, her tension melting away. 

karina’s breaths were coming in short, sharp bursts now, and hips started thrusting against your hand. you could see the desire in her eyes, and it fueled your own passion.

“y/n baby……….. your mouth” she gasped “i need it” 

although you were caught off guard by her request, you still complied. you opened your mouth to accommodate to her plea. 

karina whimpered as the warm, wet mouth enveloped her throbbing member. it felt so good to have this intimate part of her worshiped in such a lewd manner. the stimulation was overwhelming, and she arched her back in delight. head nearly falling to hit the bed, her upper torso barely being supported by her forearms and elbows against the bed.

she groaned, one of her hands moving to get tangled in your messy hair as they bobbed up and down on her member. the suction increased, and she gasped for breath. the pleasure was intense, making her feel like she was floating on a cloud.

"y/n" she moaned, her voice thick with desire. she felt like she was on the verge of exploding, and she couldn't help but beg for more. "harder, baby," she pleaded. "more." her hips starting to thrust inside your mouth

hearing this, you started sucking harder. you found your hands playing with karina’s balls causing her to cry out in pleasure, her body shuddering as she felt intense waves of pleasure wash over her.

she screamed out in ecstasy, her body shaking with the feeling of her nearing climax.

"i'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice ragged. "don't stop, baby."

you didn't miss a beat, and moments later, karina exploded in a symphony of bliss. her muscles tensed, and her cries of pleasure filled the room. it was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that she would never forget. it was better than those times when she relieved herself.

as the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away, karina collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. while you, climb on top to lay beside her.

"that was amazing," she breathed, reaching down to stroke your hair. "thank you, baby." as she kissed your forehead.

karina then rolled over, pulling you on top of her. her fingers traced along your back, urging you closer as her lips met yours in a passionate kiss. although caught off guard, you matched her passion. but before you could further continue, a knock was heard on your door. groaning in annoyance you asked who it was. “WELL IF YOU DON’T WANT YOUR BREAKFAST TO GET COLD YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS DOWN NOW!!” the person yelled back, revealing herself to be minnie.

the mention of breakfast made you realize how hungry you were and apparently you weren’t the only one, judging by how karina’s stomach grumbled. her ears reddened making you laugh at her. “say, let’s eat breakfast now what do you say?” you offered to which karina quickly agreed, nodding quickly you’d think her head will fall off.

you both got up, picked your discarded clothes and fixed yourself and your bed before heading downstairs for breakfast. reaching the kitchen, you saw that everyone was already there and are eating what seems to be sakura’s cooking. the smell caused karina’s already grumbling stomach to further grumble louder making everybody look at her. silence lingered in the room before a snort, then a giggle, then full on laughing was heard all over the room. “HAHAHAHAHA Y/N MUST’VE TIRED RINA OUT FOR HER TO BE THAT HUNGRY!” sana jokes amplifying the laughter. embarrassed, karina fought back “AT LEAST I COULD CONTROL MYSELF AND NOT WAKE THE WHOLE HOUSE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!”

this caused sana to gasp but before she could answer back, sakura cut them off “now now, breakfast’s gonna get cold, eat first then you settle things later when you do the laundry” to which they grumbled but still sat down making you also sit down.

“so y/n,” sakura began, “how did you sleep last night? good hopefully minus some nightly visitors.” eyeing three people making them look away.

you blushed at the reminder of last night before bashfully answering “it was nice, i slept great and i appreciated their company last night.” this made the three smirk and sakura to huff. 

you heard someone muttering but chose to ignore it, maybe it wasn’t important right? wonyoung then opened up a topic leading to a breakfast filled with chitchat. you guys divided up today’s task and as expected, yours were to wash the dishes and tidy up the house. you weren’t alone of course, sakura and yeji volunteered to help which you were grateful for. 

soon, everyone was finished with breakfast. prompting them to all stand up and for you to collect the plates and do the dishes while sakura and yeji disappeared in the house gathering the cleaning materials and the rest go out to either collect firewood, hunt for meat or forage carrying with them, the packed lunches that sakura prepared.

as you stood at the sink, warm water flowed over your hands as you scrubbed the final few dishes. the frequent sound of running water and the soft clinking of dishes runs through the silent room. your attention drifts a little, concentrating on finishing the rest of the task.

suddenly, you feel a set of arms gently wrap around your waist, drawing you back in an embracing hold. surprised, you turn to your side to find sakura leaning her head against your shoulder, her breath hot against your ear and her eyes filled with hunger. this made you feel hot on the inside.

“you think this is all just a game don’t you? getting fucked by nearly everyone in this household?” she spat in your ear as her hands found their way to your underwear, toying with your clit. “you’re already this wet? you are a slut aren’t ya.” making you whimper and to lean against her. 

“kkura-ah!” she clamped your mouth before you could catch any unwanted attention. 

“quiet,” she spat. “now bend over for me like the slut that you are.” her words making you feel even hotter. you wordlessy obliged sakura’s demand making her smirk.

as you bent over, her hands ran down your tank top covered back. it was as if her palms were trying to memorize the curves of your back. you felt her hands on the hem of your pajama pants 

as she starts to pull them down along with your panties. your slick making the panty stick to your nether region. sakura bit her lip at the sight before in to give it a long lick. you rolled your eyes at the sensation, even leaning back to be closer to her.

sakura chuckled at you reaction before she stood up and unbuckled her pants and pushing it down along with her boxers. you turned to look at her only to be faced with her throbbing member sitting between you buttcheeks. you blushed at the sight making her grin. leaning over to your ear, she began “im gonna fuck you on this sink until your breasts get imprinted here and everytime someone puts their dishes here, they get reminded of how good i fucked you here.” hands on your waist while humping against you.

then without any warning, she plunged herself inside you. you gasped at the intrusion, feeling how deep she was inside you. sakura grunted at how your walls tightened around her and how warm it was being inside you. she waited a few moments, letting you adjust around her size.

she soon started thrusting making your body press even further against the marbled sink. as moans, whines, gasps and a mix off all came out of your mouth, sakura thrusted harder. she then soon remembered that yeji was still inside the house.

“you’re moaning here like an attention seeking whore. you want yeji to hear you? i bet that riles you up, getting caught whoring aroung, being a whole household’s fuck toy” her taunting was proven when you tightened at her words making her smirk.

“ah— stop saying it like that” you tried to defend yourself.

“but isnt it true baby? i felt you tighten and all” sakura rebutted one hand leaving your waist to smack one of your cheeks, leaving a red hand print.

“it’s embarrassing—ah kkura!— when you say it out loud” you cried as your body responded to her stimulations. tears running down your eyes from the mixture of pleasure and pain as sakura maniacally laughs with bits of groans coming out at times.

this onslaught of moans continued on until you felt the familiar knot in your stomach starting to form. “kkura im close —ah!” you warned her turning to her sweat covered face. 

“hold it,” she grunted, “i know it feels good but i don’t give a fuck, i want you to hold it.” 

this made you whine, your body saying no but you knew better than to disobey sakura. 

“please kkura! i need it.” you pleaded but sakura’s face remained unchanged. the only thing that seemed to change was how her thrust became uneven, a sure sign that she was also near. 

but what you didn’t know was how great sakura was at holding her release. determined to prolonged your pleasurable suffering, she bit her lips as she held her release. minutes passed by and you felt like you could no longer hold yourself any futhwe.

“kkura,” you begged. “i can’t take it anymore, i wanna cum please please please please” sakura groaned, knowing that she also can’t hold it any longer. “just a little more love, i’m near” she thrusted a few more times before finally letting go, her hips shaking as she buried herself deeper inside you seemingly trying to prolong her pleasure. the moment you felt her warm fluid inside, you also let go. eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs twitching and your mind going blank. sakura pressed her face against your neck, inhaling your post sex scent leaving a trail of soft kisses as she does so. 

a few moments passed and your rapidly beating hearts have finally calmed down. sakura pulls away from you, including her member, leaving you whining at the lost of contact. her eyes trailed down to your nether region, the sight of your mixed fluids making her eyes glimmer as she licked her lips. but it all crumbled down when she heard you groan in pain as you attempted to raise your upper body that lied against the marbled surface for so long. 

“oh dear did i overdo it? i have some pain relievers in my room, do you need some? what about water? are you feeling thirsty?” your eyes just started staring at her in shock  like a tarsier.

……‘is this really the same woman that made me submit and called me names.’ you asked yourself as you continued to stare only breaking your train of thoughts when you realized that sakura was starting to panic and ramble. you giggled at how cute she was in contrast to how dominant she was a few minutes ago. you pinched her cheeks to stop her from rambling which thankfully was really effective. sakura blushed at the gesture before you began, “im fine k kura, just tired” you reassured her. 

“but i think i need to rewash the dishes, sweat got all over them”

she rolls her eyes before joking, “don’t bother, some freaks in this household would want that” and then cackled

your eyes widened at her statement making you playfully shove her shoulder. “don’t say that, that’s so unsanitary!”

wiping her sweat, she picked both your clothes up, helping you get into them before also wearing her own clothes. her fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face as she leaned down, her soft voice filled with warmth.

“rest for a bit, alright? i’ll finish my task first’’ she said, her tone comforting. with one last glance over her shoulder, she walked away, her steps light but satisfied.

“oh by the way,” she paused, facing you “if you want more of me, just go to my room” she winked before finally leaving. you rolled her eyes at her statement before rerinsing the dishes. 

after finishing the dishes, you dried your hands and walked into the living room. yeji was sitting on the couch, her face flushed as she quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it over her lap.

“you’re done already?” she asked, her voice slightly shaky, avoiding your gaze as she fidgeted nervously.

you raised an eyebrow, noticing her unusual behavior. taking a step closer, you tilted your head in curiosity.

“what’s wrong?” you asked softly, your voice laced with concern.

yeji’s hands gripped the pillow tighter, her gaze darting away as her cheeks grew even redder. “n-nothing!” she blurted out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

you knelt slightly, trying to meet her eyes, your curiosity growing. “yeji, are you sure? you look… flustered.” you pressed gently, your tone teasing but kind.

her lips parted, but no words came out as she shifted awkwardly, clutching the pillow like her life depended on it. 

“come on, you can tell me yeji.” you urged. this made her let out a sigh of defeat, finally giving in.

“fine, it’s just that i uh-uhm…” she stammered, her voice starting to fade. “i watched you and sakura at the sink.”

it was now your turn to blush at what she said, “what?”

“yeah i uh-uhm got a situation down here……” she admitted. 

you gasped at what you heard, feeling guilty at the situation you’ve placed yeji into. you wanted to help and you were going to, with the ways you learned from this household.

“oh my gosh! im really sorry about that.” you apologized making yeji shake her head. “no no it’s fine y/n” 

“i can help you with your situation if you want” you offered. this perked her interest, countless thoughts running through her head and making herself smirk. “well…. if you want that” she accepted, ears reddening. you beamed at her before she took your hands pulling you upstairs to her room. 

when you both reached her room, she wasted no time pinning you against the door while locking it. her lips locked with yours rubbing her bulge against your core making you whine. her lips travelled from your jaw to your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. when she found it, she abused the hell out of it, your already loud whines were getting louder at this point.

while your mind while being turned into putty, yeji’s hands got busy too. they snaked around your body, slowly undressing you and herself. with all your clothes now pooling on your foot yeji pulled away, pushing you down on her bed. as you’re gasping for breathe, yeji sat between your thighs, hand placing one of your thighs on her shoulder. she then guided her member against your folds, spreading the wetness secreted by your greater vestibular gland. 

you whined at the teasing wanting nothing more but to feel her inside you. yeji on the other hand, wanted this as much as you but she wanted to take some necessary precautions to avoid hurting you. when she deemed you wet and lubricated enough, she pushed in. a satisfied groan soon ripped out of her throat, as you cry from her intrusion. yeji stays still for a while, letting you adjust to her size.

as soon as you seemed to adjust to her member, she began to thrust wildly making your eyes roll at the back of your head. in a moment, yeji’s room became filled with your pussy squelching accompanied by your whines and her groans.

“ah-ah-ah yeji!” you gasped out as you felt her member repeatedly hitting your cervix. yeji eyed the way your chest heaved up and down, how your breasts shook, a trail of drool running down to your jaw. she leaned in to lick it as one of her hands crept to wrap around your neck, giving it a light squeeze. your walls tightened as response to your body suddenly receiving a limited amount of oxygen arms thrashing against yeji’s back. 

yeji, feeling your reaction smirked as she further tighten her grip on your neck as black dots start to dance around your eyesight. 

“you look so beautiful like this, my hands around your neck”

just when you were about to pass out, yeji let go. you gasped for air as she continued to thrust roughly inside you. while you were catching your breathe, yeji leaned in to engage you in a lip locking session. moaning against the kiss, you wrapped your legs around her waist as you feel your climax approaching making her hiss at your tightness.

“fuck. are you getting close dear? you’re getting tighter all for me.” as she said those words, she began to feel her release too. determined to let you cum first, she held her release as her thrusts became became deeper and messy. your eyes well up from yeji’s change of pace as you reach your climax.

“ahhhh-im cumming!” you squealed wrapping your arms around yeji’s neck, pulling her to your chest, smothering her face in near your breast as you came. yeji groaned against your chest at how you tightened around her, finally letting go and filling you with her release. your bodies shuddered at the peak of your pleasure, your chests heaving up and down in an attempt to catch your breathe.

yeji stayed inside you for awhile, resting, before finally pulling out. you whined at the feeling of emptiness inside while yeji remained silent. you looked at her and her eyes was glued to your nether region. as she starred at how your mixed liquids flowed out of your folds, she let her intrusive thoughts win and she swiped her fingers to collect your fluid bumping against your clit making your body twitch as she licked it off her fingers.

“that was hot” you muttered, making you both look at each other before giggling together as if the two just didn’t have sex. 

“yeah it was” yeji agreed, closing in to cuddle you. minutes passed by as you both rested in her bed, nothing could be heard but your relaxed breathing as your eyes start to get heavy but a knock at the door interrupts the silence.

“yeji? y/n? i know the both of you are really tired but please do know that the others will be coming home soon and if you don’t want to be the subject to their teasings, you both better be by now” sakura advised. 

“yeah yeah we’ll be ready in a bit” yeji answered back, getting up and picking up your discarded clothes. your eyes followed her as she moved around the room picking up the clothes. as yeji finished, she sat back down at the bed handing you your clothes.

“you heard kkura, get dressed, when you’re done we’ll head downstairs” she said, getting up again to properly wear her clothes.you nod, thanking her as you also got up to wear your clothes. 

when you were both finished, you headed down to find sakura by the couch reading a book. she catches you guys in her peripheral vision, and she smiles closing her book. she patted the space beside her calling the two of you to sit close to her. you smile back pulling yeji with you as you jump to sit at the couch. the two giggle at your antics as yeji reaches over the coffee table to get some of the cookies that sakura seemingly baked. the three of you lounge and chat as you  wait for the others to arrive home. 

while the sun sets, you hear a bunch of familiar voices outside and the door opens with a bang.

“I’M HOMEEEEE!!!” sana yells and rosé hits her in the head to quiet her down. 

“shut your yap i’m already tired of hearing you all day” rosé complained rolling her eyes.

sana ignores her, eyes landing on you making her squeal.

“Y/NNIE I MISSED YOUUUU!” she exclaimed tackling you in a hug.

“hey sana…….” you greet hugging her back.

“how as your day? did kkura and yeji give you a hard time? did you have any fun? are you tired?” she interrogated.

“now now sana-chan, don’t overwhelm her so much” karina tried calming the squirrel down.

murmurs of agreement spread around the room making sana pout hugging you tighter. you all giggled at her adorable antics before sakura stood announcing that she’ll start making dinner.

“you guys should freshen up” she advised, pertaining to the group that stayed outside the whole day.

they all agreed with her, not forgetting to thank her for again cooking a meal for everyone. as sakura left to go to the kitchen, the rest proceeded to go to their rooms upstairs to freshen up, yeji towing behind saying she forgot something in her room. 

you were left there alone in the living room as you leaned back against the couch eyes glued to the ceiling as you let today’s events sink down. minutes pass by and you feel the couch dip beside you. you turned to your left to see wonyoung looking at you curiously.

“penny for you thoughts?” she asked.

“oh im just thinking of the things that happened today” you admit.

“how is it so far? have you been adjusting well?” she wondered.

“yeah, im loving it here.” you answered.

the two of you kept conversing as the rest of the girls joined after freshening up. time passed by and soon, sakura finished cooking, prompting you to stand up to help her set the table. one you were done, sakura called the rest over.  

wonyoung was the first to arrive, her bright energy filling the room as she eagerly claimed a seat. "it smells so good, sakura! what did you make?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.  

"you’ll see," sakura replied with a small smile, bringing out the dishes.  

sana followed shortly after, laughing softly as she settled beside wonyoung. "it’s nice to just sit down together like this after such a long day," she said, stretching her arms.  

karina nodded, sliding into the seat across from them. "no kidding. carrying all that firewood back was no joke. my arms feel like they’re about to fall off."  

rosé joined next, brushing snow off her cloak as she sat down. "you think that’s bad? try foraging for berries in the freezing cold. my fingers are still numb," she said, holding her hands out toward the fire.

soyeon walked in with yeji close behind, both of them looking a little worn. "hunting today was rough," yeji said as she dropped into her seat, her tired expression softening as the aroma of the food reached her. "but at least we managed to bring something back."  

"yeah, but i think the deer were mocking us by how fast they ran," soyeon added with a small laugh.  

soon, the table was filled with laughter and conversation, everyone sharing stories about their tasks and the small triumphs of the day. sakura’s cooking didn’t last long as everyone happily dug in, the warmth of the meal matching the lively energy of the group.

after dinner, everyone helped clear the table, but you offered to handle the dishes. the sound of laughter from the other girls slowly faded as they headed to their rooms, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

once the last plate was cleaned and dried, you wiped your hands and headed to your room. exhaustion weighed heavily on you, and you were grateful for the softness of your bed. as you settled under the covers, just on the edge of sleep, a gentle knock startled you.

"come in," you called softly, sitting up slightly.

the door creaked open to reveal wonyoung, holding a small cup of water. her usual brightness was dimmed by concern as she stepped inside. "i noticed you didn’t drink much during dinner," she said, offering the cup with a sweet smile. "i thought you might need this before sleeping."

"oh," you murmured, touched by the gesture. "thank you, wonyoung." taking the cup, you sipped it without a second thought.

as soon as you set the cup down, a strange dizziness overtook you. the room swayed, and your limbs felt heavy. panic rose in your chest, but your body refused to respond.

"w-wonyoung...?" you managed to whisper, your voice slurring.

"shh," she said gently, brushing your hair back. "don’t worry. you’ll be fine." her words were soothing, but the darkness that pulled you under was anything but.

when you woke, the cold bite of metal against your wrists jolted you fully awake. your hands were tied above your head, the cold shackles digging into your skin. your previous clothes were now replaced with a thin white nightgown that barely did anything against the cold. your surroundings were unfamiliar, a grand yet eerie castle chamber, with high ceilings and dark stone walls. the luxurious bed beneath you was in stark contrast to the situation you were in. it was eerie yet seemed familiar…….

your heart pounded as you struggled against the bindings, but they held firm. the dim light from a single window only added to the suffocating sense of dread. how did you end up here? and more importantly, where was wonyoung?

your train of thoughts was cut by the loud bang made by the door, a figure entered and faced you a smirk evident in her face. all the color drained from your face as you properly saw the figure. standing infront of you was the person you were running away from in the first place, the queen herself. queen jang daah.

your shocked must’ve been really obvious because daah began laughing.

“h-how did you find me?” you tensely questioned.

“oh y/n y/n, my sweet innocent y/n.” she mocked. “you thought i’d never find you? you thought a house hidden deep in the forest would be out of my reach? i have eyes everywhere my dear.” she finished, leaning close to you.

if you were first scared, now you were terrified. countless thoughts ran through your head. if daah knows about the house, what happened to the girls? were they caught? oh god hopefully not you prayed.

“why the silence my sweet? cat your tongue?” she giggled, her hand cupping your cheeks.

“w-what did you do to the girls? are they okay? did you hurt them?” you asked, tears starting to well up if your eyes. you let out a gasp at her response.

“oh your housemates? oh dear why would i hurt my attendants? that would be counterintuitive” she tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with menace.  

“a-attendants?” you repeated, your mind racing.  

“yes, my darling. attendants,” she cooed, leaning in closer. “they’ve been serving me all along. my eyes in the forest… such loyal little helpers, don’t you think?”  

your heart sank as her words began to sink in. “they… they were helping you?”  

“of course,” she said with a smirk. “did you think they were just simple girls living in a cottage? no, no, my sweet. they were tasked with bringing you to me. and oh, they did such a fine job of earning your trust.”  

you shook your head, tears spilling over. “no… no, they wouldn’t do that. they’re my friends. you’re lying!”  

her grip on your cheeks tightened slightly, her smile widening. “friends? oh, my dear, how adorably naive. they played their roles well, didn’t they? but don’t fret. their loyalty is rewarded, and now, you are here, right where you belong.”  

“why?” you choked out, struggling against the bonds. “why are you doing this?”  

her expression softened, though the glint in her eyes remained predatory. “because you, my sweet, are special. and i’ve waited far too long to have you. you should feel honored, you’ll never have to leave this castle again.” you didn’t believe her words, surely she ulterior motives right? like she’ll use your body for a ritual or something. 

“don’t struggle, my sweet,” she murmured, her face drawing closer, her lips curving into a smile that sent a chill down your spine. “this will only make it easier for you to understand… you belong to me now.”  

her hand trailed to your jaw, tilting your face up as she leaned in. her breath was warm against your skin, her lips dangerously close. you tried to turn away, but her grip was firm, holding you in place.  

just as her lips were about to meet yours, the door slammed open with a thunderous crash, the sound echoing through the room.  

“get away from her!”  

your eyes widened as you saw wonyoung standing in the doorway, her chest heaving like she’d run all the way there. for a brief moment, relief washed over you until you saw her lips curl into a sly smile.  

“oh, sister, you didn’t think you’d get to have all the fun without me, did you?” she said, stepping inside.  

your heart dropped, confusion and betrayal crashing over you. “w-wonyoung… sister? what’s going on?” you stammered, your voice shaking.  

daah let out a delighted laugh, her hand still cupping your cheek. “oh, my sweet, you didn’t realize? wonyoung isn’t just anyone she’s my sister. and she’s been helping me all along.”  

it all made sense now, why she looked familiar, why she reminded you of someone. she was the queen’s sister. the one rumored to have left the palace in pursuit of a much simpler life, hence you never saw her. but her resemblance to the queen was undeniable

wonyoung’s eyes softened as she approached the bed, but the warmth you’d once found in them felt twisted now. “don’t look so scared,” she murmured, crouching beside you. “we didn’t bring you here to hurt you. we just… couldn’t let you go.”  

“this has to be some kind of sick joke,” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “you… you lied to me.”  

“we did what we had to,” wonyoung said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “don’t you see? you’re special. you’re ours.”  

“ours,” daah echoed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “and now, there’s no escaping it.”  

you struggled against the bindings, your heart pounding in your chest, but neither of them seemed fazed. instead, wonyoung leaned in, her touch unnervingly gentle as she rested her hand on your arm. daah’s grip on your chin tightened, her possessive smile sending shivers down your spine.  

“don’t fight it, my sweet,” daah whispered, her lips dangerously close to yours. “this is your new life. you’re ours now.”  

daah closed the gap betweens yours lips while wonyoung snaked her hands around your torso. her hands played with your breasts until your nipples were erect. this made you moan against daah’s mouth giving her the chance to push her tongue inside your mouth as her hands found their way to your clothed folds, gently rubbing it. 

tears ran down your cheeks as your body responded to their touches in ways you didn’t want. but how could you resist it when two extremely attractive sisters are currently playing with your sensitive regions. daah pulled away for moment giving you the chance to breathe as she ripped your nightgown, exposing your bare body to the cold.

as your body’s natural response, your arms attempted to cover your body but daah caught them in time. 

“no need to hide your beautiful body my sweet,” daah cooed but her toned changed. “we deserve to see it after all the shit that you’ve put us through.”

wonyoung giggled at her sister’s sudden shift before joking, “calm down sis, we have all the time in the world don’t we? after all, she’s ours now”

daah said nothing, only nodding in agreement before sitting up on her knees to unzip her 

gown. wonyoung, seeing her sister, then followed suit. your eyes widened at the sight of their members stood tall between their thighs. seeing your reaction, the sisters dissolved into laughter at how you looked.

“why are you so shocked? it’s not like this is first time seeing one right?” daah mocked leaning closer again, “wonyoung told me about how much of a slut you were to my attendants.” her statement made you whine, closing your eyes in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

the sisters grinned at your reaction before you felt the tightness of shackles against your wrist suddenly vanish. you open your eyes in confusion and just as you were about to ask a question, wonyoung already cut you off.

“we’re giving you the chance to redeem yourself, so be a good girl for us.” she explained. “and you better not waste it or you’ll face some severe disciplining.”

her last words made you shiver in fear but nevertheless, you nod. it was useless to fight anyway, your first and final attempt to freedom was nothing more than a facade so why not accept and enjoy your new life now?

“words pretty, i need to hear it.”

“y-yes mommies….”

“good.”

“now where we’re we?”

as those words left daah’s mouth, it was like a switch was flicked inside them. their grinning faces turned into faces filled with desire, almost predatory. like you were some sort of prey trapped.

“say sis, which one do you prefer? the front or the back?” wonyoung asked her sister.

“hmmm… i think i’d prefer her backdoor” daah replied, already moving behind you as her hands found their way on your breast. her actions making you moan, leaning back against her which in turn causing your body to rub against her member. this made the queen groan, pulling you closer to her rubbing her member against you.

“don’t forget about me.” wonyoung spoke, leaning in to capture your lips. you moaned against her lips wrapping your arms around neck. you were so loss into the kiss and the amount of stimulation you were receiving that you never noticed that the sisters have already lined their members against your holes.

you pulled away from the kiss to let out a squeal when you felt them enter you. you smothered your face against wonyoung’s neck as you tried to adjust to their sizes. this was only your second time taking two shafts inside you and it wasn’t easier than the first time. the sisters groaned as your walls tightened around them in an attempt to adjust to their sizes.

they stayed still, letting you get used to them. when your whimpers died down, a sign that you’ve adjusted, they were ruthless. daah moved first, and wonyoung followed suit their thrusts pattern all over their face as they try to find a rhythm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, blindly grabbing anything in your reach. daah’s mouth found their way at the base of your neck leaving light kisses all over, but she soon gave a hard bite making you scream out it pain.

“may this be a reminder of who you belong to, us” daah whispered, thrusting harder than before, her hands slithering down to find your bundle of nerves, abusing it when she found it.

tears ran down your face from the combined sensation of pain and pleasure. wonyoung, seeing this leaned in to kiss your tears away her thrusts, following behind her sister’s. 

“fuck you’re so tight for us y/nnie~. for someone who ran away from us, you’re awfully enjoying this so much” she teased, her lips also finding their way to your neck leaving out her own mark. she pulled away, admiring your mark filled neck that the two of them made. she made eye contact with her sister, smirking as if they read each other’s mind. you felt them slowing down to a stop, pulling out and just as you were about to plead for them, they suddenly plunged back inside you with full force. your mind, now already deteriorated into putty made you mindlessly babble as more tears ran down your face. 

the room was soon filled your cries of “mommy”, your pleas, and the sister’s groans of pleasure as you felt their members hitting your deepest crevices and as you leaned forward in exhaustion your eyes caught sight of something. a bulge can be seen in your womb area, the sight rousing your attention making your moans start to quieten down.

daah, confused with your sudden silence, looked over your shoulder to take a look at whatever it is that caught your attention. seeing the bulge she smirked, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“fuck, you feel us my sweet? that’s us, that’s us that your slutty body is taking” pressing down the bulge making you wail and wonyoung to let out a groan as her hands found their way to play with your breasts.

“she’s getting tighter–shit i’m getting close ahhh fuck!” wonyoung yelled out, her thrust getting out of control as she tried to chase her high.

“ahhh me too fuck y/n keep that up my sweet” daah followed, groaning as she laid her face in your neck, sniffing your scent. 

with their thrusts being all over the place and getting rougher and deeper inside of you, of course you also felt yourself being pushed over the edge. 

“mommies!” you wailed, “i–fuck cum!” words being forgotten, pleasure overtaking over your cognitive functions. 

“no! you’re not allowed to until we cum!” daah demanded, the restriction worsening your already sobbing state.

“b-but!” you tried to plead, only to be cut by wonyoung “i don't care how good it feels you better not cum unless we tell you to” she spat, closing her eyes.

fortunately, with how much you were squeezing them, they reached their highs. wonyoung came first, gripping your thighs, her nails digging against your skin as she shakingly tried to pump into to you in an attempt to maximize the pleasure that she felt. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt the warm fluid fill up your walls.

daah followed suit due to your anal orifice tightening in response to wonyoung’s release. she grabbed you by your neck, forcing you to look at her, your lips being caught in a liplocking session against her own lips as she releases inside you. 

the overstimulation got to you and without warning, you felt yourself release, your legs twitching as you let out an ear splitting squeal of pleasure, before leaning back against daah in exhastion. wonyoung layed against you too and you all layed there, in a sandwich position, all you of breathing deeply in exhaustion. 

you felt your eyes start to get heavy from fatigue as you squirmed to find a better position to sleep in. as you tried you moved around, the two pulled their members out of you to give you some space to move. when you finally settled down, they both layed beside you, each taking one side. 

“sleep now our darling, you need to regain your energy for next time” wonyoung whispered by your side, leaning in to kiss your cheek. daah seeing her sister’s actions, did the same kissing your other cheek. you smiled at their gesture, as you finally let your sleepiness take over you, finally able to accept your new life in the castle, pleased with the fact that their intentions with you have been cleared.

[0cta9on]

Sana and Miyeon fucking their boyfriend and they fight over him to make him choose her favorite girlfriend (full story please)

A Stroke of Luck

length: +3k words

Twice Sana x (G)-Idle Miyeon x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long!! First threesome piece, so I hope it's alright)

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Sometimes you wonder just how you got so lucky. Since the day you were born, you were able to glide through life, getting anything you could ever want with a simple wave of your hand or a nod of your head. Perhaps your life of luxury can be attributed to your incredibly wealthy parents spoiling you the second you drew your first breath, or maybe your past life sacrificed themselves to save the universe and the higher power up there is finally giving you your recompense. Regardless, you revel in the fact that you have everything - and everyone - right at the tip of your fingers.

Frankly, you have a vague memory of how you met them - your memory always gets hazy when alcohol is involved. You were never too keen on clubbing, viewing it as a waste of money for a night you’ll never be able to remember, but it was a small price to pay to appease some potential business partners that your parents would eventually bleed dry before tossing to the curb. While trying to keep up appearances, the crowd parted at just the right moment, allowing you to gaze upon these goddesses for the first time, two Mona Lisas that made even the most beautiful supermodel comparable to a two-year-old’s crayon drawing. This is when your memory gets a bit blurry. A quick exchange of sultry alcohol-infused words, a brief yet lingering touch on the arm, and suddenly you had them both face down in some expensive hotel room, pounding away to high heaven. After a night of blissful sex, you would wake up alone with a note on the nightstand and one new message on your phone from an unknown number. Upon reading the note, only then did you realize just how truly lucky you are.

That night was a year ago. In fact, today marks the exact anniversary of that night - your first anniversary with your girlfriends. You have a whole schedule planned for later, which includes an expensive dinner for the three of you, a private fireworks show, and a steamy ending between the sheets as the cherry on top. As bizarre and outlandish as your situation is, you genuinely do love them and want to spoil them with a good time. Unfortunately (or rather, fortunately), one of them isn’t content with waiting around until dinner rolls by.

The sight of the cute Japanese woman crawling towards you in nothing but one of your white button-up shirts is a sight you would gladly get surgically implanted into your retinas. She tries to glare at you menacingly, but her round eyes and her bread-like cheeks only serve to make her look adorable.

“Sana, what are you doing?” You ask, amused.

“I’m a tiger stalking their prey. Rawr~” she teases, stifling a giggle. Any attempts at trying to watch the game on the TV prove futile once Sana starts rubbing your thighs, her hands tantalizingly close to your crotch.

“Miyeon is gonna be pissed if she finds out we’re fucking without her, you know?” You say as you run your hands lovingly through her silky hair.

“If she finds out.” Sana punctuates her statement with a kiss on your bulge. “Just don’t let her find out,” she giggles. Before you can object, her hands are already unzipping your pants and taking out your erect cock. Sana gazes at it affectionately, licking her lips as she strokes you slowly. Compared to Miyeon, she is much more vocal about her desires, begging and pouting until you finally give in to her demands (Not that you would ever say no to that face). Whether it’s a new handbag or your cock inside of her, Sana gets what she wants one way or another.

“You naughty girl,” you tease, caressing her cheek. “You really can’t wait until Miyeon gets home?”

“Mm-mm,” she mutters, shaking her head before taking your entire length into her mouth. The overwhelming sensation of her tongue lapping up your precum causes an involuntary groan to escape your throat. An entire year of this and not once does it ever get old. Life is fucking great, isn’t it?

Sana’s doe eyes scan your reaction as she worships your member, always so attentive, ensuring that you’re enjoying the experience as much as she is. She watches the way you squirm when she sucks on your balls or the way your breath hitches in your throat whenever her teeth gently graze against your skin. To the unknowing eye, Sana can easily be seen as a materialistic brat, but you know better than anyone how much she reciprocates your affection. It’s most evident in how hard she tries to take all of you in at once, struggling to the point of tears as she forces your cock down her throat.

“Fuck, Sana,” you moan. “Save some of that energy for later tonight.”

She struggles to catch her breath after another attempt at deepthroating you. Precum and saliva coat her mouth and chin, dripping down to her chest that’s barely hidden behind your white button-up shirt.

“I just can’t help myself when I’m with you. That beast between your legs is just sooooo enticing.” Sana hops into your lap, pressing her full body weight into you. You feel her panting breath tickle your nose while you stare at the many charming features of her face. How lucky you are to have such a beautiful woman in your life.

“Why are you smiling?” she teases, the sweet sound of her laugh brushing against your ears.

“I love you, Sana,” you state firmly. Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink right before she hides her embarrassed expression in the crook of your neck, giggling delightfully. You’re so infatuated by her cuteness that you almost forget that she’s naked and sitting on your lap. Almost.

One by one, you unbutton her shirt, slowly revealing that body you love so much. Her full, perky breasts sit above her toned stomach which flows and ebbs into her petite waist. You run your hands along her familiar curves, painting her chest with kisses. Your body aches for her and hers for yours, clawing and gripping and kissing every inch of your beings, trying to absorb one another just to get closer than humanly possible.

Sana cups your face, eyes steeled with lustful determination. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard that Miyeon gets jealous. I want to be the only woman for you, even if it’s just for a little moment.”

Without another word, you stand up, carrying her by her ass and aligning your cock with her moist folds before staring deep into her eyes as you thrust yourself into her, watching her face morph into several shapes of desire as she adjusts to your size. Sana’s arms and legs wrap around your torso, desperately clinging onto you to try and take in every inch of your cock. You’re not sure how long she’s felt like this; you always considered her and Miyeon to be a package deal, never one without the other for too long. You love them both equally and always ensure that you never showed favorites. Maybe you slipped up recently, or maybe the two of them are fighting behind the scenes. Whatever it is, if Sana wants to feel like the only woman in your life, you’ll gladly grant her wish in a heartbeat.

“Sana… baby… I love you so much,” you pant into her ear.

“MMPH, yes! I love you too, baby! F-Fuck! You’re the only one that can satisfy me!” She mashes her lips into yours, forcing your tongues into a messy yet sensual dance. Her moans vibrate in your mouth, drowning out any kind of background noise other than the clapping of your hips against hers. Her sweet pussy takes you in so well, almost as if it was tailor-made just for you. However, your cock belongs to two women. One of those women happens to be unlocking the front door right at this moment.

“Hey guys, I’m bac- Hey!”

Much to Sana’s dismay, you momentarily pause your thrusts to glance at the source of the voice. The second love of your life, Miyeon, is standing right there with a large bouquet of flowers and an irritated pout on her lips.

“Hi princess,” you say to her, hoping to ease the tension. “What do you have there?”

“They’re from work,” she huffs, tossing the flowers onto the sofa before stomping towards you. “What are you doing?!”

You let out a sheepish laugh as you set Sana down to the ground, pulling out of her sweet embrace. Now two pairs of unhappy eyes are looking up at you. “W-well, you see, you know how Sana is-”

“How could you two have sex without me?!” Miyeon exclaims.

“Yah, don’t yell at him!” Sana interjects. “It’s not his fault he prefers my pussy over yours!”

“O-okay, I never said th-” You try to come in between them, but they both push you away with surprising synchronization.

“No, he doesn’t! You probably just threw yourself at him, you slut!”

Sana gasps. “Slut?! You’re just jealous that he likes me more than you!”

The two continue to bicker and argue, and you start to worry that things could get physical. Right as Sana lifts her hand, you step in between the two of them, shielding Miyeon from a potential slap.

“OKAY, let’s all calm down for a second, alright?” You gently grasp Sana’s wrist, putting it down by her side. “What is going on between you two? You guys are best friends, why are you fighting all of a sudden?”

The two fall silent, averting their teary eyes to the floor, standing there like bickering sisters. You never expected this kind of behavior from either of them, especially on the day of your anniversary.

“Look at me,” you command, lifting up both of their chins towards you. “I love the both of you and I don’t want to see you fighting. We’re going to stand here and talk until this all gets resolved, even if it takes all night.”

Seeing the serious look in your eyes, both of their expressions soften. Sana is the first to speak up.

“I see the way you treat Miyeon. Sometimes I feel like you like her more than me, and it makes me feel… jealous.”

Compared to Sana, Miyeon is on the quieter side, rarely demanding things from you or complaining about anything. In the beginning of your relationship, you assumed that she wasn’t into the idea of polygamy and only tagged along because of Sana. It took a while to understand her, but you eventually found out that Miyeon just doesn’t like asking for things and wants you to basically read her mind. Now, you can tell exactly what she’s thinking just from her body language, and Miyeon consequently became more affectionate towards you. Sana must have noticed the differences in the way you treat her and thought you were showing favoritism.

“Okay, yes, I treat Miyeon differently than I treat you, but that doesn’t mean I love her more than you, Sana,” you reassure her. “You girls have different personalities and both of you deserve a man that can love you the way you want to be loved. I’m sorry if it seems like I treat her better, but that’s really not the case, okay? Please don’t fight because I made a mistake.”

Sana and Miyeon look at each other with an apologetic expression before falling into a warm embrace.

“I’m sorry I fucked him without you,” Sana apologizes.

“I’m sorry I called you a slut.”

Sana pulls Miyeon into a deep and loving kiss. It starts out innocently enough, but eventually, the two begin moaning into each other’s mouths while their hands explore their bodies. You can’t help but stroke your cock at the sight of your two ladies making out in front of you. Miyeon notices your erection and whispers giddily into Sana’s ear, prompting a mischievous smile to grow on the Japanese woman’s lips.

“We’re so sorry about fighting, baby,” Sana says in a sultry tone.

“Yeah, we’ve been such naughty girls.” Miyeon looks at you with her siren eyes, drawing you in with a simple glance. “Maybe you should punish us, baby.”

Sana reaches out and grabs your rod, pulling you closer. “Yeah, punish us with your big, fat cock.”

With your heart pounding with excitement, you grab their wrists, pulling them towards the bedroom as the sounds of their giggles trail behind you. You throw them towards the bed, quickly freeing yourself from any clothing as they watch with anticipation. Miyeon bites her lip as she ogles your body, while Sana touches herself just thinking about all the things you’ll do to the both of them.

“Miyeon is a bit overdressed, don’t you think so, Sana?” You ask, smirking. Sana nods in agreement, pulling Miyeon into a heavy kiss while her hand snakes its way into her top. You get to work on Miyeon’s bottom half, kneeling in front of her and tugging at her skirt to reveal the damp spot on her panties. You pull Miyeon’s legs over your shoulder so her thighs sandwich your face and begin planting kisses all over her supple skin. Sana tosses Miyeon’s top and bra to the other side of the room before sucking on Miyeon’s perky tits. Her high-pitched princess moans fill the room, accompanied by the wet kissing sounds of you and Sana pleasuring her body.

“Ah, fuck! Yes, just like that!” Miyeon exclaims. You hungrily pull off her panties before diving into her heat, licking between her folds and flicking your tongue against her clit. Sana sits behind her, holding her spasming body while nibbling her ear.

“I bet you’re sooooo exhausted after work, aren’t you, princess?” Sana whispers into Miyeon’s ear. Miyeon nods amidst her whimpering, biting her lip at her girlfriend, begging for her to take her. Sana obliges, shoving her tongue into her mouth as you shove your tongue into Miyeon’s dripping pussy. It doesn’t take long for Miyeon to reach her first orgasm, squirting her nectar all over your face which you gladly lap up, not wasting a single drop. Her body shivers with pleasure, but you have only just begun.

Sana and Miyeon watch intently as you stand up and align your cock with Miyeon’s glistening heat. With a mischievous smirk, Sana moves aside, letting Miyeon lie on her back. Miyeon’s mouth forms an “O” as you insert your tip inside of her, and Sana seizes the chance by sitting on Miyeon’s face, grinding her hips into the Korean woman’s open mouth. Your bodies form a literal love triangle as Sana pulls your face towards her, catching your lips with hers as you thrust deeply into Miyeon. You imagined this to be the last thing you did on your anniversary night instead of the first thing, but you don’t mind doing things a bit out of order. As long as these two lovely ladies are happy, you’re happy.

“Isn’t Miyeon’s pussy so tight, baby?” Sana asks with a smirk on her face. You nod, becoming increasingly aroused by Sana’s dirty talk, quickening the pace of your thrusts. Miyeon’s muffled moans become significantly louder, causing Sana to cling onto your shoulders for support as she reaches her climax. Sana pulls your head into another kiss, moaning into her mouth as her body trembles from her orgasm. She eventually collapses to the side of the bed, allowing Miyeon to finally breathe. 

The light reflects off of Sana’s nectar on Miyeon’s skin, giving her the appearance of a glimmering angel. You slow down the pace of your thrusts, bringing your face close to Miyeon’s ear.

“Mirror?” You ask simply. She nods excitedly, biting her lip with anticipation.

If there’s one thing you learned about Miyeon since dating her for the past year, it’s that she absolutely adores herself. If she suddenly turned quiet, it was because she was either staring at a mirror or taking selfies. Every time she sent you nudes, it was more so to show you just how beautiful is rather than solely for your benefit (Not that you minded, of course). On the nights the three of you felt particularly frisky and decided to film yourselves, Miyeon would always rewind her parts, going on about how sexy she looks when she’s about to cum or how pretty her own moans sound. You wouldn’t say she’s narcissistic; rather, she’s just confident in her looks, and she had every reason to be. Cho Miyeon is the perfect embodiment of a princess, and you love that about her.

You bend Miyeon over the vanity, making sure she has a good view of herself before you rail her from behind. She peers over her shoulder at you and winks, wiggling her ass playfully.

“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you gonna punish m- AH!”

You grip onto Miyeon’s slim waist and begin to pound her hot cunt with ease. The entire vanity shakes as she clings onto it for dear life, barely able to support herself as her legs become as stable as jelly. Despite the stage of disarray she’s in, Miyeon maintains eye contact with herself in the mirror, evidently turning her on more with how her pussy tightens around your cock.

“Cum for me, princess,” you whisper gruffly into her ear. “You look so pretty when you cum.”

“I do?” she asks, flashing her puppy dog eyes at you through the mirror. You nod, unable to speak a coherent word as the sensation begins to feel too much. Miyeon squeals with pleasure as her juices begin to leak down her legs and onto the floor. You hold her up in case her trembling legs give out on her as she rides out her orgasm.

“Good girl,” you reassure her, planting kisses all over her back. Once she calms down, you help her to the bed and lay her down gently next to Sana.

“That was so fucking hot, princess,” Sana says, giving Miyeon a small peck on the lips. Miyeon giggles, her eyes barely able to stay open. With Sana’s energy back and your cock still hard, she descends on you like a panther, pinning you to the bed.

“Miyeon’s tongue is nice, but I needdddd your fat fucking cock inside of me,” she smirks as she straddles your lap, guiding your tip inside of her pussy. Her eyes roll back inside of her head as she takes you little by little, before completely bottoming out inside of her. After a moment of adjusting, Sana begins to ride your cock, holding onto your chest for support. You squeeze and tug at her bouncing tits, eliciting cute little squeals from her. A still-tired Miyeon decides to join in the fun, pushing Sana down onto your cock with more force and teasing her clit.

“HOLY FUCK!” Sana squeals ecstatically.

“I bet you like being a little slut, huh?” Miyeon teases her. “You like being filled up by our boyfriend’s cock, don’t you?”

“FUCK! Yes, I love it so much!”

“You wanna be filled with his cum, right baby?” Miyeon smirks at you as she whispers into Sana’s ear. With how close you are, you have no choice but to follow along with her impromptu plan. 

“Oh god, yes please fill me with your cum, baby!” Sana exclaims, eyeing you desperately. Miyeon’s hand trails up your chest as she leans in towards you.

“You heard her,” she says, slyly cupping your cheek. “Better give her what she wants.”

Without hesitation, you shoot your load straight into Sana’s womb. Sana’s second orgasm follows shortly after, your fluids mixing together inside of her. Out of an entire year of fucking these two wonderful girls, this is the hardest orgasm you have ever experienced.

Eventually, Sana collapses on top of you, gasping for breath, while Miyeon quickly laps up the fluids dripping from the Japanese woman’s legs. You can’t help but laugh at Sana’s post-orgasm shivering.

“H-holy… shit,” Sana says breathlessly. “That… was fucking amazing.”

Miyeon crawls up, laying her head on Sana’s chest. “Yeah, he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” The two girls giggle at each other, exchanging playful kisses and warm looks. You wrap your arm around the both of them, grateful that they’re not fighting anymore.

“How did I get so lucky to have the two of you in my life?” You ask, gazing at these two beauties lovingly. With a quick glance at the clock, you notice that you still have a couple hours until the dinner reservation. “Why don’t you two hop in the shower and get ready? I have something special planned for tonight.”

“You’re not gonna join us?” Miyeon asks.

“I would love to, princess, but I know for a fact that we’re not gonna make it to dinner if I join you in the shower,” you joke. Sana jolts up, grabbing Miyeon’s wrist.

“I am NOT missing out on dinner,” Sana states, dragging Miyeon into the bathroom with her. Right before they close the door behind them, they turn to you one last time.

“We love you!” They say in unison. 

You lay back on the bed, smiling to yourself as you look up at the ceiling. How did you ever get so lucky?

[sleepinghypnos]

The Creed...

Chapter 1 - Penthouse

Genre: Smut

Tags: F/M, F/F/M, F/F/F/M, Facefuck, Throatfucking Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Harem, Self-degradation, Masochism/Sadism(?), Cum Play, Piss Play

(The things in the tags will be present when the time needs for it.)

Disclaimer: This work is a fan-fiction and does not depict the person/people mentioned in the story.

A/N: You can self-insert if you want...

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Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

"What is it? I'm preoccupied, so make it quick." Vlad answered the call.

"Fine. Just send them to my house... but I will not be responsible if something happens to them." He replied with his slightly deep voice and end the call.

*Silenced Gunshot*

"Blame your competitor, not me." Vlad immediately packed up his sniper rifle and fled the scene while remembering what one of his close associates in the entertainment industry said few moments ago, he begged him to accommodate a number of female K-pop idols for the purpose of strengthening the bond between idols through a experimental project wherein they live together as Tenants, cameras will not be present just them living together and at the end of their time as tenants they will do an interview regarding the way of life living with other k-pop idols aside from their respective members. In this way, the fandoms of each k-pop group will stop fighting over trivial things on the internet and support other idols.

Vladimir Creed was a 26 year old Half-European and Half-American man. His parents died in a car accident when he was still a child and only his grandfather is his only family left. He's living a lavish lifestyle full of money, expensive cars and women...

His family or more like his grandfather founded a huge company in America and owns many stocks in the entertainment industry in Korea and since Vlad is not someone who actively makes himself noticeable or well-known, he parties without revealing his true identity to anyone with a few exception of course, he has few actual friends and all of them are also young masters of their own families just like he was and he rarely expresses his emotions so he has a hard time managing it.

In his typical days, he spends most of his time just relaxing in his penthouse, in which he bought himself with his own money. though it may seem strange since he parties every chance he get, he has a very unique talent and that is being a hired gun that even his grandfather didn't know.

And while relaxing, he usually goes naked after a shower because there is no one in the house, It's is personal space after all. His maids and butlers will only come if they were asked for and he cooks for himself.

His penthouse is in a small island near the coast and there is only one bridge connected to it. So, guests who'll visit the island can use the bridge without the need of boats.

...

Vlad arrived at his house but welcomed by cars parked near the main gate. "What the fuck is this?" He said to himself, he got out of his car to check what's going on then he remembered Eunseok, one of his close associates said few hours ago. "Now it makes."

Then he called one of the guards to let him pass, and so they did. He drove and the people blocking the path dispersed and he got in smoothly.

"Let them in, they are going to live here indefinitely." Vlad announced to the guards and went inside to change.

Most of the people outside the penthouse are already inside the living area, he saw the k-pop idols waiting for the master of the house.

"I'm Vladimir Creed, but you can call me Vlad. I'm the owner of this house, my friend already told me what you guys are going to do. So feel free live here." and he looked at managers of each of the group "There are places in the house that is not available, I don't care if they used the swimming pool, drink at the bar." Pointing at the wet bar near the kitchen. "Or anything, but, all of third floor is off limits because that's where my room is located."

The producer nodded and introduce the idols that will be living with him in the house.

He extended his hand for a handshake to ITZY's Yuna and Ryujin, Aespa's Karina and Winter, (G)-Idle's Soyeon and Miyeon, Red Velvet's Irene, Seulgi, and Joy, and Twice's Sana, Mina, and Nayeon which they received with a smile.

--

One day has passed, the girls are eating lunch in the long refectory table since they woke up late just like Vlad was and the maids and butlers were there to assist them.

After lunch, the Red Velvet and Twice members were gathered in the backyard, enjoying a beautiful sunny day by the pool. They were relaxing and chatting about their recent performances, when they suddenly heard a splash from the pool.

Curious, they all turned to see Nayeon filling up a water gun and aimed at them. Panic set in as they scream and run around the pool to avoid getting wet since they just want to enjoy the sun.

Running made them exhausted and they decided to have a friendly water fight. Joy and Seulgi teamed up against Sana and Mina, Nayeon and Irene. Laughter and screams filled the air as they chased each other around the pool, trying to get each other wet

In the living room, Ryujin and Karina were sharing a bucket of ice cream while watching a romantic K-drama. They were joined by Soyeon and Miyeon, who couldn't resist the delicious smell of the popcorn. They all cuddled under a blanket, enjoying the show and teasing each other about their favorite characters. Yuna and Winter are busy doing some tiktok challenge.

As the sun set, the members of ITZY, Aespa, and (G)-Idle joined their sun-kissed Seniors in the pool. They all gathered around the pool, sharing stories, and having a heart-to-heart conversation. For a moment, the backyard was filled with the sound of their laughter and friendship.

As the night came, they all gathered in the living room to watch a movie together. They munched on some snacks and cuddled on the couch, enjoying their time together. It was a perfect day off for all of them, a day filled with laughter, bonding, and memories that they will cherish forever.

Karina asked the butler where Vlad was and she was led to the study where he spends time if he's not doing anything.

When Karina entered the study, she was met with a tall, imposing figure staring at her from behind a large oak desk. Vlad's dark hair was slicked back, and he exuded a sense of power and mystery. Karina couldn't help but feel a pull towards him, she already know that this man is handsome the moment she land her eyes on him earlier in the morning.

"Um, Sir? I just want to asked if we can have some of the liquor in the wet bar." She asked while slowly approaching him.

"Didn't I told you girls that you can do whatever you want with the wet bar?" He answered and walked to towards her. "And you're asking me when you already half drunk."

Karina got embarrassed but it faded when a faint smile appeared on Vlad's lips, she was mesmerized. "Are you sure that's the reason why you're here?" he was close to her, Karina needs to look up just to meet his eyes.

Karina pulls him for a kiss and reciprocated it with the same intensity. It started as vanilla kissing until in turns into something like animals in heat and eventually began to make out with insane passion. Vlad grab her waist to pull her closer, her hands were hugging his neck.

He noticed she wanted more and so he obliged and brought one hand to feel up her breasts which made Karina moan between their kisses.

Their kiss was passionate, Vlad keeping her in his arms while she let herself be consumed by him. It lasted for few minutes until they both stopped quietly staring at each other.

"D-did you like it?" Karina said while catching her breathe.

"I did, your lips are sweet with a hint of whiskey... you really were half drunk." Brushing his thumb on her lips. "Want me to lead this time?" he asked her while caressing her face.

"Yes, please." Karina said.

“Do you think could handle it?” Vlad responded seemingly showing concern.

Karina nodded. “I did have my own few boyfriends before...”

“I won't doubt it but... I get rough. Really rough. I'm sure it's something you haven't experience before..."

“You are worrying about me and that's sweet but I think I'm gonna be fine... please don't hold back and just give it to me.” She said while making a serious face.

Vlad's hand roam towards her neck and stayed there and slowly gripping it. Her cunt throb as they kiss again and slowly stripping each other’s clothes off, his hands still in her neck slightly choking her.

As their bodies got liberated from their clothing, Vlad immediately attacks Karina's big breasts making her moan, her hands couldn't resist to push his head closer. His other hand goes to Karina's precious treasure and starts invading it.

"This fucking slutty tits of yours keeps leering people on." Vlad said while groping her breasts and assaulting them with his tongue...

"Fuck! Yes! It feels good, sir." Karina said.

Which made Vlad riled up even more. "Sir?" He stopped groping her breast.

"You don't like being called like that? I'll change it." She said while pleading to continue to pleasure her.

He doesn't like getting called Daddy/Oppa. The women he's been with keeps calling him that and he got bored by it, now he prefers to called by his name but this time around is different.

Sir? of all the things that someone can be called... Sir is the one getting him riled up.

"No, keep it that way... now get on your knees whore." Vlad said with a commanding aura. “I’m going to use your mouth as a fleshlight. Pull my cock out.”

Karina didn't expect the monster hiding beneath his pants. She could see the bulge of his massive cock. Now she knows why he said 'Something she haven't experience before.' because it's true. He is much bigger than the guys she's been with. So much bigger. She feels hotter and hotter than usual.

Vlad's dick stands proud at 10 inches and is almost girthy as a water bottle.

“You are so massive, fucking massive!” Karina said as she freed his cock and hit her in the face. She stare at his huge member mesmerized by it.

“My god! Why are you so big? Can you even use this?” She said as she grabbed his cock with with both hands. "And you're going to use my mouth with this thing?"

"What? Are you scared? I told you I'm rough and I mean it." He said seriously. "You are going to take every inch of my cock in your throat whether you like it or not."

Karina got nervous but her lust towards him is much heavier.

She showered his cock with kisses, admiring every inch, as if she's worshipping his massive member.

"Suck it." And she did, she gives him a slow and sensual blowjob, keeping her eyes on him.

"You came in her just to do that?"

“What do you mean, Sir?”

He grabbed her by the hair she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she possibly could.

COUGH COUGH COUGH

Relaxing her throat as she let his girthy cock push through her throat. She struggled for a minute and he's watching her giving herself to him.

Vlad guides her and she bobbed her head up and down to see how deep she could take him over and over and over again. Her eyes were tearing up, saliva dripping down as she takes his girthy cock in her throat.

She taps his legs but Vlad ignored her protests and stayed in her throat. "I told you, I'm rough... you don't know what you get yourself into."

He is fucking her throat with reckless abandon and not caring if she can still breathe. Few seconds more and he let go and she breathe hastily. "Sh-shit! I almost passed out." She coughs. "Fuck!"

"Just accept your role as my slut from now on." He slaps her face with his massive heavy cock.

He forced his cock back into her throat. She gives in, letting this man use her mouth and throat as a fleshlight. Her eyes were rolled back into her head.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Her moaning and gagging sounds filled the study, the moonlight touches her silky white skin enhancing her beauty further while her throat is getting violated. Even though she already accepted her fate, she still needs to breathe and she tried to struggle for air but failed.

“MMMPPHKKKK!” She resists and got ignored.

“Just stay there, don't regret your decisions now.” Vlad said and spent another three seconds before letting Karina go.

She chokes and gags even though she's already freed from that monster of a cock. “Did I... do a good job, Sir?” She asked noticeably exhausted. She then received another batch of throatfucking and this time, it's much easier but it still hurts.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

She's taking it like a good little slut, moaning and groaning every time Vlad thrusts too deep in her throat. Karina became accustomed to the massive rod destroying her tight throat and she slowly but surely loving the way he manhandle her without any care about her well-being.

"I'm cumming you little slut!" He said and starts speeding up in his assaults. After all of this, he gave her some leeway and pull his cock out of her mouth. "Want to drink it?"

“YES! T-thank you, feed me your c-cum! Please sir, I'm begging you!!!” She said before he shoved his cock back into her mouth again.

Vlad reached his climax and poured it all in Karina's throat, he releases an obscene amount of cum like he's been holding it for long while. She willingly swallow every bit of it. Few ropes of his cum left in her mouth, she put on a show by gurgling, swirling her tongue cover of his cum then swallowing it.

“Oh my god... fucking hell... that was heavenly!” She said as she crawled over to him and started to lick his shaft cleaning it. “I need to be treated like that again, Sir. Please! You are right, I never experienced that before..”

"Oh, That's only the beginning little slut." He said while grabbing her in the neck and pulling her up.

A/N: Another Series that I might abandon but... oh well. I planned on doing the Bodyguard EP. 6 but idk when to actually do it.

[lionwin]

pillowtalk : yeh shuhua.

— “ A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw. ”

genre — smut warnings : g!p reader. whiny shuhua. this request. dirty talk. established relationship. teasing. soft dom reader. subby shuhua. men dni. porn with no plot. content under cut.

it was late—past midnight to be exact—and your girlfriend still hasn’t arrived yet. you were used to her coming home at 10 or even at 11—but to the point when it was already past 12 am? you were getting worried.

you looked at your phone, about to call shuhua’s phone again until you heard the front door open. Your girlfriend let out a tired and audible groan as she slipped out of her jacket and shoes, making a beeline for your shared room and quickly going to your side, throwing her arms around you.

“hello to you too,” you chuckled, shuhua grumbled in return as she tucked her head into the crook of your neck. “.. so tired.” she muttered. you hummed in return, hand going to the back of her head as your fingers combed through her soft hair, even after hours of work and practice, it was still as smooth as ever. “you’re wearing my shirt..”

you whispered. shuhua leaned into your touch, slowly and subtly moving to straddle your waist as she kept her head buried in your neck. soon enough, she attached her lips onto the skin, pressing kisses anywhere and everywhere she could. “mm.. baby,” you murmured, leaning your head back to give her more access.

shuhua took note of this before going in and gently nibbling on the skin of your neck, sucking and licking; leaving small red and purple bruises in its place. your freehand moved to cup the side of her face, bringing it close as you captured her lips in a slow yet sensual kiss. you missed her, and she missed you.

you two stayed like that for a while, hands roaming as both of your breathing got heavy—you needed more, and so did she. without wasting anymore time, you pulled back and laid the taiwanese down on her back on your bed, stripping her of her clothing, leaving her in nothing but her bra and her underwear.

shuhua laid there, hair a falling perfectly as she looked up at you expectantly. her chest rose and fell, you couldn’t help but sneak a few quick glances at her legs and up to her thighs—she looked like a goddess.

a goddess that you were more than willing to worship in each and every way possible.

“you’re beautiful.” you breathed out as shuhua whined softly, too needy for dirty talk as her hands clawed at your clothes. you chuckled at the girl’s neediness though you complied nonetheless; taking off your shirt and shorts—leaving nothing but your boxers on as your hand moved up her legs, spreading them slowly before taking position between them.

shuhua took note and let you do as you saw fit, “n/n..” she muttered as she felt your fingers brush against her clothed core, the thin fabric of her panties now damp with her arousal. “please.. i can’t take it anymore..” she pleaded. who were you to say no to that?

your hand slipped beneath the thin fabric, fingers finding her clit before rubbing—slowly at first but you began to pick up your pace as shuhua began to whine. “do you like that, baby?” you asked in a sultry tone, freehand going to her back and undoing the clasp of her bra and discarding it.

shuhua did her best to answer but all she could muster up was a small quick nod, hand moving to your wrist as her hips jerks forward—trying to get more, more friction, more touch, more of you. you chuckled before quickening the movement of your fingers, her wetness coating them as the sound of her arousal against the movement of your digits echoed through the room.

you leaned down, kissing up from her stomach to her chest as you attached your mouth to one of her breasts, causing shuhua to gasp softly as she felt your wet muscle on her sensitive nipple. “y/n.. o-oh fuck—” your fingers continued rubbing her clit, shuhua’s legs began to shake a bit with tension—the stimulation to her clit—the attention to her breast it was starting to get to her.

just as she was about to reach her peak, you pulled away, making her whine. “n-no— no.. why did you stop—keep going,” she said, her soft lips pursed into a small pout. you shook your head, giving a quick peck to the tip of her nose as you took your boxers off, revealing your hardened cock—precum already leaking from the tip.

“awh i’m sorry baby, don’t whine..” you cooed as you pulled your girlfriend’s panties down her legs and off her body. “here, let me make it up to you.” with that, you lined yourself up against her entrance, shuhua’s hips bucked up slightly—her patience fading as she felt you press against her, you were so close—right there, she could almost feel you.

deciding that the taiwanese had endured enough of your teasing for tonight, you slowly thrusted in, making her let out a breathy moan. “m-mmhf.. thank you, thank— thank you..” you let out a small chuckle that soon turned into a moan of your own as shuhua’s tightness enveloped your cock.

you allowed her to adjust for a moment of two since it had been a while since you’ve had sex before finally beginning to move your hips, hands moving below her thighs, holding them as you pumped in and out your girlfriend; slowly at first, you poured all your want, need, and love into it—wanting her to know that she was loved.

though as seconds passed you began getting more insatiable, more needy; your hands moved to bring her knees close to her chest—missionary position—as you began to move faster snd deeper inside her, hitting that one specific spot that made shuhua squirm almost every single time. “u-uhn.. ohh— fuck- yes— yes there, right there—!” shuhua babbled on as her hands moved to your back, nails clawing at your bare skin with need.

you felt your cock twitch inside her, no matter how many times you’ve had sex—you’d never get tired of how beautiful shuhua looked during the act, her disheveled sight making you just want to devour her right there. leaning in, you kissed her again—inadvertently quieting her for a moment as you nibbled down on her bottom lip as you continued to fuck her cunt.

shuhua let out a soft groan, fingers tangling into your hair as she felt your tongue enter her mouth, exploring and teasing feverishly. you let go of one of her legs, moving down to rub her clit again—adding more stimulation to her already pleasure filled body. the girl squirmed beneath you, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

each thrust, each touch—it was eating at shuhua’s senses. “ffuck.. yes— y/n.. p-please— mmfh!” she teetered on the edge, hips bucking rapidly as her sweet pussy clenched around your cock, milking it for all its worth. her nails dug into your back to the point that it began hurting, but you didn’t stop—not when your girl was feeling so good, you couldn’t, you wouldn’t.

“cum for me, go on baby, give it to me.” you whispered, fingers and hips moving in sync as you felt her body jerk—a long drawn out whine emitting from her soft lips as she came hard. “o-oh my god— y/n!” she called out your name like it was a sacred prayer; it was like music to your ears.

you helped her ride out her high, fingers finally giving her now swollen clit a rest though you didn’t stop fucking her, cock still moving in and out of her sopping cunt as you chased your own high—not that shuhua minded, not at all. “y/nnie.. cum— cum inside me..” she whispered. those words alone were enough to push you off the edge, thick, hot loads of cum shooting inside her, some of it even leaking out of her cunt as you slowed down your movements before finally stopping.

you pulled out after a few moments, you let out a small breathy chuckle as shuhua let out a soft whimper. “y’did so well for me, shu..” you whispered softly as the taiwanese pulled you closer, holding you close to her chest with no intention of letting go. “.. made me feel so good,” she paused for a moment to look at you. “thank you.” she muttered before kissing you softly.

“.. you’re welcome,” you said against her lips as you two pulled away. you looked at her with nothing but adoration in your eyes for a few moments before speaking, “we should probably clean up.” shuhua shrugged, pulling you close to her chest as her chin rested on top of your head. “tomorrow..”

she said in a somewhat sleepy voice, just like a small child; it made you chuckle but you couldn’t argue or say no to her, if that’s what shuhua wanted then thats what shuhua will get. “mm.. okay.” you muttered before pressing one last kiss to her cheek. “goodnight baby.”

“.. night night.” shuhua muttered softly, and you swore, despite the darkness in your room—you could see just the slightest hint of a blush on her usually pale skin, and it was beautiful—just like her.

[soyeonsbabygirl]

G!p!Minnie x housewife!reader

Minnie breeding and fucking reader whenever she wants and needs and reader is just her cumdump and cockwarmer (reader with mommy kink and need for sucking mommy's dick, and tits whenever she rides her)

Happy Pride Month!

You first met Minnie as a waitress and she was a big CEO.

The whole time you were taking care of her at the dinner your fingers would brush against each other

Minnie would also always refer to you as “pretty” or “baby”

During your shift she would stare at you with loving eyes, her eyes also roaming your body

From the moment you met her you would say it was love at first sight. When giving her the check you made sure to write both your name and number.

Minnie smirked to herself when she realized that you had written your name and number down

The moment you finished your shift you saw that you had a text from an unknown number.

“Hi pretty, it’s me Minnie from the diner. I’d love to take you out let me know when you’re free?” (Me personally I’d quit my job and be free every single day of my life.)

3 years later, she proposed to you with the most expensive, biggest, sparkliest, diamond you’d ever seen

You obviously quit your job the second you guys hit one year of dating.

And after you guys officially got married well you never had to worry about money or work again!

All you did was cook, clean, and shop. (Which wasn’t a problem since Minnie had the highest net work in the country.)

You loved it though, especially being Minnie’s housewife.

She was practically obsessed with you, her favorite part of coming home from a long day is to see you.

She’d wrap her arms around your waist from behind placing soft kisses to your neck.

She’s also always lightly groping you anywhere her hands can reach her fingers often lingering.

when she’s really stressed from work she’ll sit in her office and call you over.

This usually means two things will happen.

She’ll take her pants off and have you sit on your lap cock warming her while she works

She liked the adorable little whines and soft moans you let out when sinking down on her or when Minnie would sometimes playfully thrust up into you making you cry out

Or she’ll have you under the desk taking her deep down your throat occasionally thrusting <3 (best to just breathe through your nose during this 😭)

She LIVES for when you ride her

She thinks you’re so pretty moaning her name with tears down your face.

She loves it especially when you call her mommy 😵‍💫 call her mommy and she’ll make sure you won’t walk for hours

She also loves watching herself go in and out of you. She’s absolutely facisnayed by how well you can take her.

She will cover you in hickeys whenever you guys fuck especially because she likes to mark her territory

If you look closely tho you’ll see the hickeys make a “N” 😭

She loves how you’re always so eager to get on your knees in front of her.

It makes her smile when you beg her especially when calling her mommy :(

Her favorite thing is when she releases deep inside you, filling you up and breeding you til no ends

The best part of fucking you full is seeing how much you can take and pulling out watching it all leak out of you so she can cockwarm you

After she finishes she’ll put your clothes in the laundry washing them for you both, while you catch your breath from the deep and long fucking

When she comes back she’ll also put you in a warm bath with epson salt so then your muscles will relax

After you’ll both watch a movie while Minnie lets you fall asleep on her chest

All in all being Minnie’s house wife is amazing and the love you have for each other is infinite <3

Ngl I lost motivation for this in the middle of it so sorry if it’s lowkey shitty💔. I hope you still enjoyed it regardless though!

[shinestarhwaa]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS || CHO MIYEON

This piece broke me, apologies x

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Miyeon x Fem reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Tags/Warnings: Closeted lesbians, Forbidden Love, High society/Bridgerton inspired, 1800s, Princess!Miyeon, Aged down Miyeon (you and her are both 18 years old), unprotected sex, virginity loss, make outs, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, scissoring, overstimulation, grinding/humping, emotional damage, heartbreak

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @wh0re4yunsangho

ENJOY!

February 10th, 1815

You couldn't help but look at her all night. It was as if the entire world paused and only she, she was moving. In fact, she was moving right into your heart and you swore you could literally feel it swell in your chest.

She was absolutely magnificent in her gown, hair pinned up and a beautiful, shining crown in her hair. The jewelry she wore must cost millions and she truly did look like a million dollars, as they say. If only she'd look at you, right? And if only you were a man of royalty because how else would you ever be with her?

Yes, you were lucky enough to be born in the high society class, in a family that was wealthy, but the smile you wore everyday is fake. Your mother and father didn't marry out of love and they couldn't stand each other, always fighting. Honestly, you were used to it and you could definitely handle it, but that doesn't mean it hasn't had a negative effect on you and your sisters.

All five of them were different from you, they're more to the standard. Alice, Idylia, Florence and Genevieve were all married now to their husbands and the eldest two even had children. Florence and Genevieve both got married last season and your mother now forced you to find a husband this year's season.

You hated it, the way things were arranged in the society, but you couldn't possibly break the rules that have been the standard for so long. But you really do not want to fit into the society's standard, you are too emancipated according to your family and most important of all; you'd have to marry a man while all you can think about is princess Miyeon.

Princess Miyeon and her beautiful hair, her slim body, deer eyes and her elegant manners. You were a little clumsier than that, and you didn't truly mind but somehow you wished you were more elegant and calculated so maybe she'd like you. But you had to get those thoughts out of your head, you told yourself, nothing could ever happen. You are a woman and she's the royal princess, she's the heir, she's to be queen one day. She'll probably be excited to have a king by her side to rule the country with.

But fuck, you wanted her. You had met her long ago and spoke to her a few times because you played together as kids when the adults held their party's or fancy balls if you will. As you and Miyeon turned older she got more reserved, held back and protected by her family. She looked sad though, she must want to be more free.

Suddenly you looked eyes with her and you swore your heart stopped. She flashed you a smile and walked up to you. "Y/N, it is lovely to see you again, it has been a long time, hasn't it?" She said. You bowed to her and smiled kindly. "Princess Miyeon, your grace, I'm glad to see you again too, it has been years indeed."

"The ball is kinda boring, is it not?" She giggled. You smiled, recognizing the mischief she had in her eyes when she was still an innocent child. When the world hadn't caused her pain yet. "It sure is a quiet one," you nodded.

"Do you wanna go for a walk? Let's sneak out," she grinned. It truly was just like old times again. The two of you slipped away from the stunning ballroom and ran through the halls. Your heels were clicking on the floor and your giggles and laughs were echoing throughout the halls.

Miyeon stopped running and entered the balcony, taking a deep breath as she leans on the cold white stone. "Your grace, isn't it too cold to be outside? It is still winter and I do not want you to catch a cold," you said worriedly, stepping onto the balcony with her.

She grinned and sighed. "It does not matter, Y/N. I'm just glad I finally can breathe again. I love the fresh air and I hate staying inside all day, drinking tea with my mother. Ever since my father died she's been so..."

Miyeon stopped talking and sighed. Your heart sank, remembering the terrible news from last year when it was announced the queen's husband; king Theodore had fallen sick and passed away in his sleep.

"It has been hard on her, and now she's making it even harder for me because she's pushing me to get married and have children so there'll be more heirs."

Princess Miyeon is the only child of Queen Isabella and the late king Theodore, as they hadn't spend much time together in their younger years due to wars and battles. Queen Isabella raised her on her own while also ruling the country. You had felt bad for Miyeon, it must be a tough and lonely life for her. Maybe, just maybe, you could spend more time with her, as a friend?

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

April 29th 1815

Time passed and you and Miyeon had actually gotten closer to her as a friend. The queen was glad Miyeon had a lady of great class that Miyeon could trust so she elected you to be the princess' court. You'd spend a lot of time with her, the queen told you, and to be honest you couldn't be happier.

In public you were very professional but behind closed doors you joked and played around like every normal 18-year old girl. You drank tea together and discussed all the drama and gossip going around and you shared wisdom with one another, reading books together.

Today Miyeon was feeling particularly mischievous and she took you with her to one of the big libraries in the palace. You were checking out the books when all of a sudden her voice called out to you.

''Y/N, What do you know about the marital act?''

You froze and looked at her. ''The marital act? You mean the wedding night... occurrence?'' ''Yeah, do you know what that is?'' You sat on the couch next to her and looked at the book she held in her hands. ''I don't know much about that, actually, my family has never told me about it except for my sister Florence. She told me there's a thing that married people do and that's how children are made.''

Miyeon nodded and opened the dusty book. It revealed texts about the marital act with pictures and details of male and female anatomy. ''That's what a naked man looks like? That is the...'' ''That's the penis,'' you said, nodding. ''It looks strange,'' Miyeon comments. You nodd and sigh. ''I agree, I'm not really... attracted to it. Or the man,'' you say. You mentally slap yourself for basically confirming your sexuality but Miyeon seems to skip over it.

''I have never seen it before. I have only seen myself naked.''

You felt like your skin was on fire, why did she have to talk about her being naked? As if you hadn't imagined that enough already. ''Are women's bodies different?'' she asks. You grin and play with your bracelet nervously. ''You're a curious one, for sure. Well, me and my sisters' bodies are all different... Some of them are taller, some have bigger breasts, some of them have bigger buttocks or thighs...''

''And the... crotch area? Is that the same?'' Your cheeks were bright red about now. ''T-The crotch area? You mean the... the vulva. I haven't seen my sisters', that is a little... inappropriate.'' Miyeon nodds, understanding that it's a more private matter. ''Sometimes I think about what it would be like to touch another woman's body. I wonder if it's different,'' she confesses.

You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, and you were most definitely aroused now. It was only because of Florence - who is definitely your favourite sister - that you learned about what arousal is and what you can do about it, what you can to do yourself. Even though you don't understand the entire concept of these so called 'sexual' acts and feelings, your instinct is to touch yourself between your legs and now you definitely feel the desire to do the same to her.

Fuck.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

May 11th, 1815

It has been about two weeks since your feelings for the crown princess started to develop into something more. You felt such affection and fondness while looking at her. You wanted to kiss her lips and carress her, and also undress her and lay naked with her, desiring to feel pleasure with her. You secretly stole the book from the library and in the back there were several drawings that were vague and nearly crossed out, but you could see well enough that the drawings and texts were about sex between women.

You had never seen, heard or read anything like this but you could not stop. At every waking moment you wanted to look at the drawings again, imagining princess Miyeon and yourself and at night you touched yourself. You did it all night long, dreaming about her and her body. You thought you might be delusional because you felt like she might be experiencing the same things. Did she not say she wanted to touch another woman?

When you showed up in her room you felt some sense of guilt, because you felt like it was the most horrible thing in the world to do. But her sweet and kind smile and her beautiful feminity made you forget that guilt. She seeked more touch than before, giving you hugs, holding onto your arm and hand and she even gave you a kiss on the cheek when you left her last Tuesday night.

Miyeon's welcome was warm as always and you sat in her room without any guards, just hanging out as two normal girls, not caring about your statusses. Once again Miyeon started to talk about the sexbook and you hold back a frustrated groan. You just nodd along and listen to her rants as she keeps on talking and babbling about it.

''So I don't know if I would ever have sex again if I had a child. Sex with a man doesn't interest me much. Would it not be easier to be with a woman? Know how the body works? It seems like... like a good time,'' she finally says, leaving you with your mouth wide open. What did she just say?

''You feel that too?'' you breathed out. ''I do... Maybe all women feel like that. I think women are prettier, more delicate.'' You literally could not breathe at this point, your core aching for her. ''Have you ever kissed anyone, your grace?'' Miyeon shook her head. ''No, but I have read about it and I saw other people doing it.'' ''Ah, I understand,'' You nodded.

''Would you like to kiss me, Y/N?'' She swiftly and suddenly said. You gasped a little as Miyeon scooched closer to you, her leg brushing up against yours. ''I... I would like that, princess,'' you nodded. Miyeon rested her soft and dainty hand on your cheek, carressing your face ever so gently. You leaned in and pressed your lips on hers, pecking her softly before pulling back. A fire broke out in your body, it was burning with passion as you stared into her eyes. Miyeon licked her lips and closed the space between you, pulling you close and putting your lips together again.

Her head tilted to the right as your lips moved together. It felt so nice and smooth and you felt the desire to deepen the kiss more. You pulled her even closer and felt her torso against yours, the sensation of your chests coming together sent a lightning bolt straight to your core. Her hands ran through your hair now, as yours ran over her back and hips. The material of her expensive dress felt so nice in your hand you wanted to keep touching it but you desired to feel her skin even more.

Your hands now slid from her back to her buttocks and you grabbed it, pinching and squeezing it. She whimpered softly, lips parted against yours. The princess slid her tongue in your mouth, slowly gliding it against your own and tasting each other's saliva. You felt so warm, like you'd combust. To your disappointment she pulled away from you after a few minutes, panting softly.

How were the two of you ever gonna move on from this?

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

May 20th, 1815

Apparently, you did not have to move on from it, because it kept happening. Miyeon kept kissing you from morning 'til late at night, in her room, hallways and secret places. Your hands, lips and tongues were all over each others ever since the first time. You're in the library once again and you lifted her on the dark wooden table in the center of the room. Your tongue glides over her neck and she throws her head back, moaning out softly.

Miyeon tugs down the top of her dress so that her breasts pop out. You curse underneath your breath and pepper kisses from her neck and collarbones down to her chest. Your hands reach up to her breasts and fondle them gently, watching her face closely. You kiss them and then close your lips around her left nipple, licking and sucking on it. She mewls and squirms underneath your touch and instinctively widens her legs.

''Y-Y/N,'' she moaned softly. The princess takes your dominant hand in hers and brings it underneath her dress, to her crotch. Your hand grazes the fabric of her underwear and it's so wet, so goddamn wet.

''You're so aroused, aren't you, my princess?'' You teased as you rubbed over her clothed crotch. ''Y-Yes, my lady, my Y/N, I'm so hot right now, please, I have read so many texts about this and I want it, I want it, please, I know you can make me feel good, please, God, I want it!'' she begged.

A smirk played on your lips and you pushed the bombastic skirt of her dress up and pulled her underwear down, revealing her glistening wet cunt. You looked at it up close, admiring how it's similar and yet a little different than your own. But it was wet in the exact same slick way yours got when you thought about the princess.

''I'm going to touch you now,'' you announced, spreading her legs wider. Your fingers slid through her folds, collecting her juices before pushing one finger inside her. ''Relax,'' you ordered her as you felt her body tense up. She nodded and watched you pump your finger in and out of her pussy slowly.

When you noticed her body relaxing you moved it faster and harder, opening her up before adding a second finger. You scissor your fingers inside her and curl them just right so it hits all the sweet spots inside her. You take off her panties and stuff them in her own mouth to keep her quiet. Her pussy clenches around your fingers and you decide to use your other hand to play with her clit. This is one of those times where you're thankful for having perfect co-ordination between your hands.

The princess is squeeling, whimpering and squirming as you move your fingers faster and put pressure on her clit. Her body tenses again and you know she's close to orgasming. You keep going and rub her clit even faster. ''That's it, princess, you're gonna come for me now, you'll come like the perfect princess you are,'' you breathed out, surprised at your own vulgar talk.

In a matter of seconds Miyeon came undone, coming and squirting so hard on your fingers, arousal seeping out of her pussy. She drenches herself and you in her juices and you ride out her orgasm before retracting your fingers from her wet hole.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

May 23rd, 1815

The Queen threw another party in her gigantic ballroom for the debutants and other ladies to find a suitor and both you and Miyeon were expectant to look for one tonight, but you sneaked off again. This time she brought you to a room full of artworks that were just collecting dust, meaning barely anyone came here in the past weeks, if not months.

She crashed her lips on yours again, sinking into your embrace and feeling your warm body against hers. You pulled away minutes later and panted, wiping the lipgloss from your cheek. "Princess, should we be doing this here?"

"Y/N, my dearest I keep thinking about you. About your hand between my legs, and your lips on my breasts, but that is not all. I think about your kind and beautiful face, your beautiful laugh and your golden heart. I think... I think I might have fallen in love with you, my dear."

You gasped softly, stunned at the sudden confession from the heir. "But princess, do you not know this is impossible? You need to find a suitor to be your king, you have to focus on ruling the country. It is... definitely not possible for us to be anything," you muttered.

Her eyes became glassy, welling up with tears, but as she learned she held them in. "But Y/N, I love you," she whispered. Her hand carressed your cheek softly, her fingers grazing your jaw. "Our love isn't impossible, I know you want me too."

"But the situation is impossible, in years you'll be the queen and you cannot... you cannot be a queen without a king and children. And even if you were, you couldn't be a queen who loved another woman. It's scandalous!"

"If I'm the queen can't I just... change the rules?" "You know damn well that you can't, Miyeon, you'll be a queen and not God" you spat. "Well fuck God, to hell with God!" You gasped and palmed her mouth. "Do not shout these things princess, please, we'll get caught and you'll get in a blasphemy scandal."

She took a deep breath and took your hands in hers. "I only want to be by your side. Can we do at least that?"

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

June 4th, 1815

You just came back to the palace from a long walk with the princess, which was more of a date because you felt like you were out with your lover. You talked about the world and about happy things while you held hands and laughed. Now you brought her back to her room and before the staff got to say anything Miyeon told them that you would be helping her get a bath and get ready for bed. You bowed to the staff and send them off, then closing the doors to Miyeon's room.

She pushed you up against them immediately. The gold ornaments on the door was gold on your chest but the hands gripping your buttocks firmly set you on fire once again. "Finally we are all alone," she whimpered in your ear as she pressed herself against you. You felt her breasts on your back and you wanted to turn around but her grip was surprisingly strong this time.

The princess grinded her crotch against your behind while her hands traveled up to your chest, pulling your dress down so your breasts sprung free. That's when she spun you around and fondled your breasts, kneeding them and massaging them just the way you like it. "Y/N, you drive me crazy, these... these beautiful breasts of yours, I wanna hold them all day long and I wanna touch you while I drown in your eyes," she sighs, kissing your breasts and lapping her tongue at your nipples.

"Why don't you drown between my legs instead?" You moaned softly, smirking slightly. You helped yourself and the princess out of your dresses and underwear, seeing each other completely naked for the very first time. Miyeon pulled you to the bed and you laid down on it together, embracing one another. "You're a beautiful woman, Y/N," she says with a smile, caressing your hip gently. "As are you, your grace." She laid you against her soft pillows and spread your legs wide. "I can not wait to taste you, my dear," she breathed out. "Then don't wait, please, do it, now." She nodds and licked a stripe up your wet pussy, tasting your arousal and smirking.

Her tongue glides along your folds, licking you up and again, and again until she tries to push it into your hole. You mewl and quickly cover your mouth with your right hand, stifling yourself as much as you could. After a few minutes of her tongue pumping and licking your inner walls she pulls out and finds your sensitive clit instead.

You cry out and grab the sheets tightly with your fists and moan at the sensation. It's one thing rubbing your clit with your own fingers but having the most beautiful woman on earth licking and sucking on it was something else. It didn't take Miyeon long to make you come undone on her tongue, lapping up your arousal as your body squirms.

When you gain your breath again you pull her on top of you, feeling her breasts on yours and rubbing them together slightly as you make out with her again. You notice yourself becoming impatient and wanting more so you flip yourselves over, getting on top of the princess. She looks at you with her big and beautiful brown eyes, patiently waiting with hunger in her eyes, curious as to what you're planning to do now.

You spread her legs and lift the right one up, letting it rest on your shoulder. She gasps as you align your sexes together, arousals colliding as you do so. "God, baby, Y/N, what are you doing to me?" She moaned. "I'm going to make love to you, princess, and I can do this sweetly, but I could also fuck you, fuck you hard," you grunted as you slowly rubbed your pussy on hers. "God, that sounds so good, please, that's what I want, Y/N, please do it hard and make me cum again," she begged. "Say no more, my princess," you nodded.

You started to rub your crotch on hers quicker, aligning your clits together and sparking a fire between your bodies. Both of your whimpers, moans and pleads were slowly becoming louder and louder, no longer thinking about keeping things quiet.

"Yes, yes, Y/N, that's so good, that feels amazing, my love, please do it harder, oh! O-oh that's good, yes! Please!"

Miyeon was a loud one, squeeling and moaning, nearly screaming as you quite literally rocked her world. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall as you kept riding and grinding on her at a fast pace. The tension between you two was growing and both of you were getting close. You held each other as tight as you could while grinding together and quickly you both came, arousal dripping out of you and moans becoming a beautiful set of sinful harmonies.

When you stopped and laid down next to her, Miyeon still hadn't had enough, spreading your legs and putting her pussy on yours once again. She was still so sensitive from her previous orgasm, as were you, so it didn't take long before she started moving quicker and harder, moaning loudly. She threw her head back, her hair coming undone and falling onto her shoulders in lucious shiny curls.

Miyeon presses her lips onto yours as she keeps rocking into you, moaning into your mouth as she comes again in a matter of minutes, squirting on your pussy. "Fuck, fuck, princess!" You moaned against her lips. You flipped her over again, laying her down. The princess' head is laying over the edge of the bed and you set yourself back in the familiar position, grinding on her pussy, her pelvis, her thigh, you rubbed your pussy everywhere, chasing your own high.

"Yes, Y/N, Fuck! Use me! Rub it on me baby, rub it on me, use my body and make yourself come, give it to me, come for me!" You screamed loud and came, shuddering and shaking and falling on top of the princess. The two of you laid there for a while, sweaty and panting.

After a while you stood up and helped the princess up, carrying her to the bathtub. You drew the bath and helped her get in, massaging her skin and scrubbing her while pressing soft kisses on her lips. "I wish we could do that all day long," she sighed. "Me too," you nodded, washing her hair. "I love you, Y/N, You're my dearest love." You sighed but smiled and kissed her. It hurt you when she said those things, because you were realistic enough to know this was gonna end badly and you'd end up in pain. So you didn't ever say it back. But she knew.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

June 15th 1815

''Miyeon, my dearest,'' Queen Isabella said, ''I have found you a suitor! He will be attending the ball next Saturday. You will have to look your absolute best, yes?''

You swallowed thickly, looking down at the teacup in your lap. You tried hard to stay calm, and not to scream 'No! Don't take her from me just yet!' but you knew there was no use. If it's the Queen's orders Miyeon would have to obey her wishes. Miyeon nodded and cleared her throat. ''Yes mother... May I ask what he looks like? What his name is? Where he is from? Because... I would rather marry out of love but if I cannot then I will at least have to know who I marry, right?''

''That is not important. He is a good man, he is from France and we shall hold the wedding soon, after the two of you meet.''

Miyeon nodded, but she stayed quiet the entire time. When the Queen had left and you asked for a private conversation she bursted out in tears. ''Y/N,'' she cried, ''I do not want to marry that French prince, I wanna stay by your side!'' ''My princess, I will be on your side, except our situation will be different. You understand that what has been happening can not happen again.'' She sighed and brushed some hair out of her face and dried her cheeks. ''Not until after the wedding. I can still do whatever I want right now.''

The sovereign pulled you close in her arms and kissed your lips and then your neck. Her hands slid over the material of your dress and she pulled the skirt up, grazing your soft thighs. ''Oh, princess,'' you sighed out when her hand slid into your underwear, cupping your sex. She rubbed your folds as she kissed and sucked on your neck. ''Miyeon, oh God,'' you moaned when she entered you with two fingers. You wanted to stop her, tell her it would only hurt more if the two of you would continue this illicit affair, but you could not stop her. The power of her love and her being was too strong for you, and so you let her.

Her slender fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, making you wetter and moan her name into her mouth as she kisses you. It did not take long for you to come undone on her fingers, falling into her embrace.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

June 18th, 1815

Watching the love of your life meet her future husband was killing you inside. What was worse than that is the fact he was making her laugh and he was touching her hand. The hand that only belonged to you, the hand that fucked you just a few hours ago. Louis, was the guys name and you found him a snob, an arrogant man. Why was she laughing at everything he said?

You knew you tended to overthink certain situations but the way she looked at him showed you she was fond of him and you could not watch it any longer. You took a glass of champagne and drank the entire thing in a matter of seconds before exiting the ballroom. You sat in the hallway, where staff walked around but did not give a damn about how you fell to your knees and cried out. You were losing your love and nobody gave a damn.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

June 19th, 1815

''He's not too bad, luckily,'' Miyeon sighed after she told you about her fiancé. ''Not too bad? You were drooling all over him,'' you scoffed. ''Y/N, please, if I had a choice you know it would be you, not him. I'm just saying I'm glad he's not a total... twat.'' ''He is a twat, he is stealing you from me. You might end up with someone but what about me? I will not be living in a golden palace and I will not be having anyone's children and-''

''Y/N, for one moment, will you think about me?'' ''ALL, I think about, is you princess. You are my thoughts, you are my life, you are it.'' ''You have said yourself that this would hurt and it would not work out even before I did, why are you suddenly verbally attacking me? You knew this was going to happen.''

''So that means I cannot have feelings about this? That means I cannot hate him and feel outraged that he will kiss you and hold you while I rot away in my parents house?'' ''Y/N, please, I will be heartbroken too if I can never hold you again but you knew it was coming. This is not new information. I might be with you but I am still your princess!''

You swallowed your pride and looked down, nodding and taking a deep breath. ''Yes, your grace, princess.'' The tone in your voice was enough for Miyeon to know you drew a line. ''Come on, Y/N, do not do this, we still have a little while,'' she says, trying to take your hand but you step away and bow for her. ''I will not let you cheat on your fiancé, my princess, I shall head home now.'' You bowed once again and left princess Miyeon alone, in tears.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

June 21st, 1815

You were a weak woman, because only days later you were back in bed with Miyeon. Her body felt warm and delicate against your own skin. ''Princess,'' you called out softly. ''Do not speak, Y/N, do not say anything to... to stop this moment.'' You nodd and close the gap between your lips. They move together as you get on top of the beauty. You spread her bare legs and put your crotch on hers. The contact feels so good you throw your head back as you roll your hips forward. You bite back a moan as you bit your lips, breathing picking up as you grind your clit on hers.

''Y/N, Dear, please move faster, please make me finish on your beautiful cunt!'' she pleaded, holding your hips tight. ''Yes darling, my princess I'll make you come again, that is my duty.''

Your hands moved to her naked chest, fondling her breasts as you fucked yourself on her crotch, chasing your on relief. Miyeon was moaning over and over again, nails clawing in the soft flesh of your buttocks. ''Do it harder, harder!'' she screamed. ''Oh my God, oh my God!'' she squeeled when you did her just right. She moved her body along with yours and came hard, eyes rolling back to her brain. The sight of her coming for you made you come as well. You rode out your highs before getting off her but keeping her legs spread.

Miyeon whimpered when she felt two of your fingers dip into her core and she clenched around them. ''Y/N, please, t-too sensitive!'' she cried, but you did not care, you wanted to leave a memory and make her orgasm over and over again. Her arousal was seeping out of her cunt as you moved your fingers inside her quickly. Miyeon's breathing was picking up and with just a few more thrusts she squirted over your hand, coating you in her slick. Without giving her a chance to gain her breath again you kept going, determined.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

June 26th, 1815

The wedding bells were loud, too loud actually for you. It was incredibly hard to hold back the thick tears welling up in your eyes as you watched Miyeon walk out with her prince, her husband. It made you feel nauseous, you wanted to throw up and run away, cry, scream and disappear, knowing you have now lost her to someone else.

You bow to her and congratulate her as she walks by, and when she gets into the carriage you run away. You do not even know where you are running to but you are running, running far away from the church. You end up in the field you once sat in with her and you fell to your knees, not caring your dress would get dirty. You laid in the grass and looked up to the sky while tears fell from your eyes, rolling down your cheek. You missed her dearly, already, and this was only day one. From now on there would be a lifetime without her. Without anyone ever knowing she was once yours.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

[moonhoures]

First Time For Everything

🕷️ kinktober — day 27: squirting 🕸️

pairing: soyeon (g-idle) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, wlw relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting

word count: ~890

synopsis: your gf makes you squirt for the first time 💦

posted: october 31, 2023

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“Never?”

“Never.”

“Well now I just feel like you’re challenging me.”

Your girlfriend couldn’t believe it. You had never squirted before. She was in genuine disbelief at what she was hearing. Then again, she couldn’t believe you had only been with two other people before her. Honestly, she was shocked she bagged you in the first place. To her, you were a goddess—and she made sure to treat you like one. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why you hadn’t squirted with her yet.

“I didn’t even think it was a real thing. When I looked it up online they had discourses about if squirting was an actual liquid or just like . . . pee, or something.”

Your beautiful girlfriend laughed that candy sweet laugh that made your heart flutter, “No, it’s definitely real. I’m kinda bummed I haven’t made you do it yet. I feel like my skills are being doubted.”

“Maybe my body just can’t do it?” you wondered.

“Well, we could always find out,” you looked to her with wide eyes, but she simply smirked at you before pouncing on you with those irresistible lips of hers. After a moment of kissing her, you pulled away. Her roommate had just left not too long ago, and you weren’t sure when she would be back, “Wait, we shouldn’t. Miyeon could come back any minute.”

“She has work,” Soyeon retorted, already diving in to finish the hickey she had started on the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and groaned, and you felt her wicked grin against your skin. She knew exactly what she was doing to you.

Always the ever-determined woman she is, she had managed to get you right where she wanted you. You lied down on her bed, your head resting in the plush of her pillows as she left teasing kisses between your thighs. You made it a point to stare at the ceiling because if you looked down you would see your gorgeous girlfriend staring up at you with those tantalizing eyes that made you weak in the knees. But she loved when you made eye contact with her, so she got your attention the only ways she knew how.

“Oh my God!” you gasped out loud as you felt the sudden intrusion of her tongue deep between your folds. No prep or anything. Right down to business. Soyeon was making it very clear that she had an objective, and neither of you were moving on until she completed her little mission.

Her manicured fingernails dug into your thighs as they constricted around her head. They pulled them away so that she could continue to lick you with ardor, the familiar taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her nose bumped below your clit with every movement of her head. You felt like you could cum just from that.

“Just relax,” she cooed to you before sticking two of her fingers into her mouth to get them wet, “Let go for me.”

You nodded as you melted back against her bed, your fingers clutching onto the duvet underneath you as you felt her fingers enter you. Her fingers weren’t long, but you could tell she was thrusting them as deeply as she could. Over a few minutes, her pace quickened and she focused her fingertips on the spongey texture that lied deep within your walls. You were already soaking her fingers just from how wet you were, but she was aiming for so much more. So she set her target on that one spot and kept at it, hooking her fingers and thrusting them in and out. As she felt you pulsing around her, she leaned down and sucked your clit between her lips, sucking them in just the way she knew you liked. And as if the moment couldn’t get any better, she hummed, the vibrations sending you reeling.

It felt . . . different. This wasn’t the same as when you usually came. There was a slightly different feeling, like your body had become frozen as the pleasure coursed through you. Then you felt it—the liquid flooding between your thighs. Your eyes rolled and your back arched. Your fingers went to Soyeon’s head. You held her right in that spot until it all became too much. Then, you started pushing her away.

She came up from between your legs, a prideful smile on her lips as well as the glistening of your juices on her face. She wore it like a medal, not at all in a rush to wipe it away.

“You did it,” she praised you, caressing your leg, “How did it feel?”

“Good,” you replied, chest heaving from the deep breaths you took. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows. You suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that you—and a large spot on her sheets—were drenched, “I’m sorry for making a mess.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes and playfully poked your forehead with her finger, making you fall back against her pillows, “You just made my ego so big. I couldn’t care less about these sheets.”

You bashfully smiled, “Oh no, that head of yours is already too big.”

“But I’m your big head,” she reminded you, hovering over you to tenderly kiss your lips.

“You are.”

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Hi, you can call me F! I mainly write for le sserafim, but i like all ggs!

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Masterlist

⚠️THIS IS ALL SMUT⚠️

g!p = girl penis

LE SSERAFIM

shinez (kazuha x yunjin)

yunjin gives kazuha a blowjob in the middle of the night. (g!p)

kazuha gets overwhelmed and cries (g!p)

kazuha hung and dumb (g!p)

purinz (chaewon x yunjin)

chaewon gets distracted during dinner (g!p)

summerz (kazuha x chaewon)

chaewon seduces the pastors daughter (g!p)

ssamkkura (chaewon x sakura)

sakura gets jealous and fucks chaewon

chaewon gets fucked by her mommy

petalz (kazuha x sakura)

sakura wakes up with a dick in her ass (g!p)

MIX AND MATCH

kazuha x jennie

kazuha meets her idol (g!p)

chaewon x yunjin x kazuha x yujin x minji

chaewon invites some friends over to play a game (g!p)

NEWJEANS

bbangsaz (minji x hanni)

hanni catches minji jerking off (g!p)

(G)I-DLE

sooshu (shuhua x soojin)

shuhua goes to soojin for comfort

ive

rei and gaul buy a squirting dildo(g!p)

IZ*ONE

kkuchae

Sakura being needy

PURPLE KISS

chaego (chaein x goeun)

chaein needs help relaxing

EVERGLOW

airen (aisha x yiren)

yiren first time

[woogigi]

i had an idea. ITS LIKE A LIGHTBULB WENT OFF IN MY HEAD. soy is like a producer, right right so she'd be familiar with recording and editing and whatever. so im thinking yuqi overstims her in the studio w/ a strap and whatever else she has, and records soy's voice /evil laugh/

-Sorry you had to wait so long but here it is!!

Studio Sessions

Warnings: Dildos, fingerings, vibrators, overstimulating, multiple orgasms, mentions of gp

Soyeon was ignoring her messages, again

To say Yuqi was angry was an understatement. She was practically steaming at this point. She'd had a frustrating day herself and Soyeon said she would be home today. But of course the older lost track of time and was probably working on something in her studio.

An idea came to mind as Yuqi dug through their closet and found a bag. A small black duffel bag. One that held their favourite toys inside. She grabbed it and left the room and then the apartment. Making her way to Soyeons studio determined to teach the older a lesson.

Soyeon could barely react when Yuqi stormed in. Cheeks red from frustration and her lips twisted in a sneer that was far from happy.

"Yuqi?"

Yuqi walked forward and Soyeon inched back in her chair as Yuqi flopped onto the couch and crossed her arms. Staying silent as she stared at Soyeon. As if she was waiting for the older to say something.

Soyeon frowned in confusion and tried to sit up straight as she asked the puppy whats wrong.

Yuqi kept quiet as she kept staring.

Uneasiness swept through Soyeon as she could no longer hold direct eye contact with the younger.

"We were supposed to spend the night together and again you're here."

"I'm sorry, woogs but I'm almost finished I promise. I have a deadline coming up and I just want to get this done."

Yuqi stood and walked up to Soyeon. Standing between the olders legs as her wide eyes stared up at her.

"The deadline is in three weeks. You have more than enough time," Yuqi said as she cupped Soyeon's cheek.

The older leaned into the warmth but was still confused. Yuqi looked calmer now but there was a stern tone in her voice and the older knew that was never good.

"So, seeing as you can't seem to tear yourself away from your computer," soyeon tried to interject but Yuqi clamped her hand over her mouth to silence her, "I think I'll have to teach you a lesson. Maybe even give you some inspiration. Right, baby?"

Soyeon nodded barely registering anything with how hot Yuqi looked right now and wanted nothing more than to do whatever she said.

xxx

Soyeon could feel the tears threatening to spill as she felt her legs turn to jelly while her girlfriend laughed. Soyeon moaned loudly without meaning to as her body tried to relax after her intense orgasm.

Yuqi said she would teach her a lesson and she definitely was. Soyeon could barely feel her legs. Her back also numb from lying on a desk with a recording microphone right next to her. Taking in all the sounds she was making.

The younger seemed to be enjoying the humiliation of the leader as she played back the lewd noises she was recording. Soyeon wanted to feel embarrassed but Yuqi would play them the same time she'd use her favorite vibrator on her or Soyeon would feel the intrusion of Yuqi's fingers. Switching between toys as if to see which one could make her cum faster and scream louder.

Soyeon sighed when Yuqi stepped back but knew the heavenly torture wasn't over yet. She watched with hazy eyes as Yuqi took off her jeans and panties finally leaving her just as exposed as her girlfriend. She almost held back a moan when she saw what Yuqi got from the bag.

Noticing her approval, Yuqi smirked.

"I saved the best for last."

Soyeon closed her eyes and turned her head from the microphone. She hated how hot it was making her. The embarrassment of being recorded like this and knowing Yuqi she was probably saving it to some drive only she could get into.

She felt Yuqi's hand on her thigh as she went to stand between Soyeon's legs. Smiling at how fucked out the older looked. Yuqi teased her folds with the tip of the dildo laughing at how Soyeon grinned down wanting more

"You still want more after all that?" She wanted to mess with the older a little, "i thought you had so much work to get done but look at you letting me fuck you for hours. Begging for more."

Soyeon groaned barely able to get a response out but could feel the heat pooling between her legs as she waited for Yuqi to move. The youngers hands were pressed into her hips as she continuously teased Soyeon.

"Its okay baby, I'll give you what you want. You've been such a good girl for me. Letting me use you however I want."

Yuqi slid Soyeon down more in the desk as she lifted her hips. Impaling her and chuckling at the breathy scream Soyeon let out. It was moments like these where Yuqi wished it was really her inside the older. Feeling the ways her walls clench around her already so close to orgasm. Fucking her until Yuqi's stuffing her full of cum as she makes her, her own.

Those thoughts drive Yuqi as she thrusted harder and faster making Soyeon tip over the edge. Despite seeing her orgasm Yuqi kept going. Throwing Soyeon into a state of want but also the need for the younger to slow down. She wanted to ride out her orgasm but with the way Yuqi was fucking into her she knew she would reach that high again and soon. Her body had been overstimulated so much over the last couple of hours that she knew she was barely lasting.

Yuqi slowed down after Soyeon came a second time and kissed her through it. Leaving soft kisses down her cheek and neck. Showing how much she cared and giving Soyeon the soft attention she needed after the session they just had.

Soyeon checked the microphone to see it had fallen to the floor. Gasping seeing it had broken and feeling slightly embarrassed realising what happened.

"Yeah I think you'll need a new one," Yuqi chimed in after seeing where Soyeon was looking.

Soyeon started laughing and pulled Yuqi in for another kiss. Pushing her tongue past the youngers lips, tasting her.

Yuqi pulled back with a smile, "I'll have to keep going if you kiss me like that again."

Soyeon smirked as she pulled Yuqi in close again, "I wouldn't mind if you did."

[sleepinghypnos]

The Creed

Chapter 2 - Second Plate...

Genre: Smut

Tags: F/M, F/F/M, F/F/F/M, Facefuck, Throatfucking Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Harem, Self-degradation, Masochism/Sadism(?), Cum Play, Piss Play

(The things in the tags will be present when the time needs for it.)

Disclaimer: This work is a fan-fiction and does not depict the person/people mentioned in the story.

A/N: You can self-insert if you want...

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“Just like that, obediently lay down and be used by me.”

“YES SIR, OH MY GOD!!! YOU ARE HITTING SO FUCKING D-DEEP!!! I'M YOUR SLUT, YOURS ALONE, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME. RUIN ME FOR OTHER MEN. UGGHHHH, UGH-FUCCCK, SHIIIIIT!!!” Karina moans like a total slut craving for some rough fucking... Vlad told her to bend her knees to her chest and raises her feet while laying down, penetrating her deeper making her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out.

His study has a bed for the reason that he sleeps in the study more frequently instead of his bedroom since he's getting more requests nowadays.

"That's it, lose yourself in pleasure. Let me see that tongue of yours lolling out." Vlad thrusting into her with a fierce and unrelenting force, his massive rod buried deep inside her, Karina couldn't help but let out a string of moans and gasps that echoed throughout the room.

Karina was known for her confidence and strength on stage, in this moment, she was completely submissive to the man's will. Letting herself get consumed by lust and her carnal desire to be used.

“How are you so fucking b-big” She said between moans.

“You'll take this dick everyday whenever I want to, fucking slut. You are MINE now.” He slapped her face then grabbed her neck to choke her while still fucking her deeply.

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“AACHHKKK- YES SIR! I'm your dumb slut. Just a cum d-dumpster for you, PLEASE F-FUCK ME. USE ME WHENEVER YOU WANT.” She managed to respond despite the choking.

Vlad is fascinated in her hidden slutty side. He just knows that k-pop idols are the horniest because of their job to act the way people want them to behave and so their real personality lay dormant within them until provoked. “I'll use you, keep begging slut."

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“YOUR DICK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!” She screams in ecstasy as she lay underneath him. “IT'S REACHING SO DEEP!!!”

He's kissing her in a ravenous passion, unrelenting with his thrust, and insatiable lust for her, for her clenching walls massaging his entire length... Seeing her beg for more adds fuel to his already burning and scorching desire to claim her, make her dependent on him, a cockslave... that only lives for his pleasure.

“You like that? You like getting treated like piece of meat... like an object of pleasure?” He grinned at her moving his hips in a rhythm that stimulates her even further.

He squeezing her cheeks with his hand and she can barely talk. “YESSHH SHIRR! I"M A DUMB WHORE, A FUCK MEAT READY TO PLEASHHURE YOU ANYTIME.” She gave a very satisfying answer.

“Right, a fuck meat, remember your role from now on.” He thrusts his hips forward and meet her cervix in one fell swoop. Karina screams her lungs out as she felt his huge cock trying to enter the forbidden domain, she's new in deep penetration. This is her first time getting railed to the extent that she can feel a cock touching her deep ends.

“OH FUUUUCKKK!!! TOO DEEP! YOU ARE TOO DEEP SIRRRR!! SHIT, SHIT, SHIIIIT!!!!” She said as Vlad pounded into her by pulling his entire length except the tip then thrusting full throttle over and over again. "SIR, I'M CUMMING!!! SHITTTT. LET ME CUM, LET ME CUM PLEAAASSHHH!"

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“SIR, Y-YOU'RE SPLITTING ME APART!!! HE-HEHEHE, FUUUCCCKKK! KEEP USING ME. PLEASE. HEH-EHEHE. IT FEELS SO. FUCKING. GOOD!!!! ” She's losing her mind, laughing... Vlad continues to pound her not stopping. “AAAAHHHHH, I'M CUMMIIIIIINNNGGG!!!” Karina squeal as she explode, squirting... Vlad's fucked her through her orgasm making it more sensitive and stimulating until he reached his own peak and release it inside of her womb.

"I'M CUMMING INSIDE OF YOU, SLUT!!!"

"YEEEES PLEASE FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME." Karina said while still overstimulated, and felt a surge of liquid in her womb. "HEHE-HE, I can feel you cum inside of me, it's warm... I want it everyday, i want to be fucked silly by you... Sir.. please, can you please continue using me?" She said while caressing her underbelly that is noticeably bulging due to Vlad's massive load.

"Of course, fucking dumb whore... you are mine now. I'm going to use you whenever I want to." He said while pulling out watching his obscene amount of cum pour out of Karina's now loose pussy.

She smiled, “Yes, I'm a dumb whore, thank you for putting me in my place, Sir. Please keep reminding me with your massive cock...” Karina stares at Vlad with such submissiveness as if she's been bewitched by him...

Vlad left Karina in his study to rest, since she's worn out even with just one session with him. Even if he claims that he'll use her which is the truth, he's not a total scumbag that he will not look out for her well being. He then decided to go to his firing range to let off steam, Karina is a lucky one, he showed mercy to her since she's half drunk when she went to see him...

When he arrived, he was welcomed by a small petite figure rummaging his armory... "What are you doing here?" he said.

A/N: A short update... Oh wait, all my works are short... Anyways, enjoy this short piece.

[saturns-smut]

Which group do you guys think would have/had the most amount of virgins during debut? Thinking about writing something with that…