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fillinforlater · 2 years ago

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Male Reader x Chu Sojung (Exy)

Length: 2170 words

Tags: angry sex, body writing, mutual pinning to walls and chairs, hard sex, riding, cursing, fishnets, fishnet stockings kink, standing sex, creampie, lyrics on your body, lyrics might hit a bit hard to home, idol!Exy /producer!you

Inspiration: the ideas and pictures/gifs send by @friskyriskywhisky

Credit: @friskyriskywhisky for giving the winning requests!

(A/N: I chose this fic as the winner. Reason? Uhm, I liked it a tad bit more, the flow of words was very easy and fuck, I might have a thing for fishnets/stockings in general. Enjoy Exy!)

“Fuck, we’re out of paper.”

Exy crumbles up the final sheet filled with hollow, unfulfilling words and throws it in the corner of the recording booth. She spits out the cap of the marker, which turns out to be a dumb little mistake. As she goes to pick it up from the dark blue carpet, she doesn’t notice the awkward position of her marker. A dark line forms in one of the openings in her fishnet stockings.

“Watch out,” you laugh at her when she notices. “It won’t come off easily. Or did you want to play tic-tac-toe with me?”

Exy rolls her eyes and licks the tip of her thumb. She rubs the marked spot while groaning in frustration. This recording session has gone nowhere, hell, it hasn’t even started because her text is still bullshit words in a bullshit structure with bullshit rhymes. That’s how she said it, not you, but you tend to agree, it is not a good text.

“You can just type on your phone, you know?” you say into the silence, the booth drowning out any echo.

“I fucking know, but it’s just,” Exy groans again. The marker is still resisting her attempts at cleaning. “It just feels wrong. The lyrics feel like ass on a phone screen. They look dishonest, powerless, and smell like the rotting body of the CEO.”

“Exy,” you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose. “Get your act together. You’re not a child. If you need more paper to figure this out then go get some. I’m literally just here for the recording.”

“Only the recording? I thought we were gonna do something afterwards?”

Exy raises an eyebrow. She swipes away the free-swinging microphone in a dismissive gesture and glares at you. Tension rises, but you are uncertain if Exy feels the sexual part of it as strong as you do. Judging from the way she crosses her fishnet-covered legs over one another and adjusts her short pencil skirt, she is either very casual about it or tries to seduce you.

But the way Exy then grabs your wrist, you suddenly doubt that you will get lucky tonight. Maybe this is bothering her more than you thought. Maybe the poor lyrics dictated by her company have finally gotten to her. Maybe she is sick and tired of having to save her parts all the time. After all, it’s still business.

You expect her to pull you up and throw you out into the hallway, however she is pulling something else up: the sleeve of your hoodie. Your bare, entirely clean arm comes to light, just to be met and stained by the black tip of Exy’s marker. Letters quickly taint your skin, from elbow to wrist.

“Nah, fuck that,” you shout and free yourself from her grip. “I’m not your paper. Wait, what the hell is this? You can’t even use this! It’s like only curse words.”

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy? This won’t come off in—fuck, Exy, stop!”

Exy pins you to the back of your chair and continues to scribble. This time, she uses your forehead and cheeks to spread angry syllables. She is surprisingly strong and continues to keep you down long enough for you to be marked by her marker. She forces your head side to side to read the new lyrics, until you’re finally able to break free.

Grab her hips and hammer into the wall. The entire room shakes at the impact and Exy winces. She drops the maker and you quickly pick it up. It might be a childish thing to do, but you are eager to return the favor and paint her face with black curses as well.

“Fuck, asshole!” Exy shouts and stamps on your foot. “Stop it, now!”

“I don’t even think about it,” you growl and firmly hold her beautiful face steady. “Go on, spout your nonsense lyrics so you can read them in the mirror later.”

“Fuck, I hate you!” Exy punches your sides. “I want this to end / our love is nothing but a mess / We have fun at night, but during the day we fight / With all of my might I try to find you ag—

“Why did you stop?”

“I—I,” you stutter, looking at Exy’s fierce eyes that pierce through your mind. “I was just puzzled—ouch, what the—”

Exy gives you a painful punch right above your hips. The jabs she gave before were nothing compared to this, hell, it might even leave you bruised. Exy gets a hold of the marker and continues her artistic outburst on your other arm.

“Those are the lyrics, you moron. Gosh, you should just shut up and be a piece of paper. I try to find you again / but you’re not the same / you’re lame and all my thoughts are in vain.”

The two of you engage in another struggle. This time the fight is more playful, no rough punches, no throwing into the wall. It’s certainly no coincidence that Exy’s blue jacket slides down her slender shoulders to reveal her white crop top with nice, firm melons beneath it. More importantly, she also shows more of her paper-like skin now.

You easily take the marker from her fingers and place it on her exposed biceps. Exy grabs the hem of your hoodie and pulls you right to her face. Her lips are right there, ready to be parted with your tongue, but she denies you the kiss. Instead she moans the lyrics right into your face.

“I just want you back and all the fun we had / Get me out of the dark, the black in my head and throw me—fuck, just write!”

“There is no more space on your arm!”

“Then go further down!” Exy groans and presses herself onto you. You feel her abs flex the same way they do when you fuck her in your bed. Push her back a little and put the tip of the marker on them to write Exy’s euphoric moans.

“Throw me on the bed / Use your tongue, use your hands / don’t give me a chance, make me cum.

“Fuck me right her, right now, fuck!”

Exy’s shaking hands pull up the hem of her pencil skirt. Between her panties and your face are mere inches—and of course her fucking fishnet stockings. The way this tight-knit net wraps around her full thighs always makes your head spin. Exy knows, hence why she is wearing them quite often around you.

Today, you won’t wait until she pulls them down at home. Your fingers entwine with the fabric and you tear a large irregular hole right at Exy’s crotch. The young woman is eager to pull aside her panties to show you how dripping wet she is. You are eager to get rid of your pants to show her how rigid she makes you.

“What are you waiting for?” she says, sultry, spit dripping from her lips.

From one confinement to the other. The inside of cotton boxers is traded for the slick insides of Exy’s pussy. The two of you groan in unison as you inch deeper and deeper. Exy stabilizes herself with arms firmly wrapped around your nape, while you reach for her thighs to find a better position to thrust. She is clearly not amused, her patience thinner than a sheet of paper.

“Can you fucking start alr—oh my God!”

Exy’s mouth is agape, the remainder of her sentence stuck in the back of her throat as you begin to thrust hard. You stare at her face, the black letters and words spread all over it. The lyrics tell the story of a woman desperate for her lover. She wants to be pleased, she begs for it, although the guy is an egocentric asshole.

Maybe you are the asshole for her. At least you will now.

“Shut up, Exy!” you shout right at her, fingers firmly digging into flesh and fishnets. “You better save your voice for that fucking rap. I don’t want my skin to be wasted for nothing.”

“Ts,” Exy manages to hiss as you move your thrust upwards to make your cockhead reach the hottest depths of her tight cavern. “S-stop complaining, you got your revenge. Just, fuck, look at me!”

Exy flaunts her scrawled arms and shoulder to make her point, but you reject it by latching onto her collarbone with your lips. A strong waft of her cherry scent, mixed with the strong alcoholic smell of the marker makes for a weird sensation as you leave a hickey on her.

“Fuck, people might see it,” Exy whines in between her moans.

“Good, I hope everyone sees it.”

You reach for her butt and give it a firm smack before picking her up. Spin around and pin her against the next wall to continue your hard fucking—at least that was your plan. However, Exy takes a moment of your brief inattention and pushes you back onto your chair.

Her pussy lips still wrapped around you, she doesn’t wait another second to pounce on you. You know her riding is always intense, but today she is absolutely merciless. Her fingers dig into your shoulder, her teeth bite your lip, her hips fuck you numb.

You feel your legs begin to tremble, rubbing against the continuously tearing fishnets. Wet sounds and loud moans come from both sets of Exy’s lips as she is fucking herself senseless as well. She has become a beast, unable to control her lust. She will take you down, but she is bound to fall as well.

“Fuck, fuck, Exy, I can’t—”

“Cum, cum already! You fucking ass—ah!”

Thank God the room is soundproof or else the entire building would know of Exy’s violent orgasm. Wails at first, then waves of girl juice that run down your twitching cock. Warm, wet, tight—Exy’s pussy is as perfect as ever. Thank God again that you can blast your cum into it. Your entire body twitches and accidentally pumps all the white batter up into her.

“We’re not finished!” Exy groans. She tries to adjust herself in a more comfortable position, maybe with you on the ground, but this time you catch her sleeping. With one arm hooked under her knee, you make her stand upright, far enough away from every wall, one leg high in the air. Exy’s flexibility is taken to her limits, but even though she groans in pain, you won’t relent. The only thing that keeps her stable on her one, swaying leg is you.

“You’re fucking right.”

You groan through the initial pain of using your spent cock to pierce Exy open again. With her, a second round is always worth it, no matter the cost or heart-stopping overstimulation. She deserves the hard thrusts deep into her wet core, while you deserve to feel the entirety of her fishnet covered leg.

“Shit, fuck, fuck,” Exy whimpers into your face before you press a peck on her cheek, right at one of the many obscene words on her skin. Her hands move to zip open her skirt to give her more leg room for the artistic position. You on the other hand opt for more drastic measures: ripping more holes into the dark web.

Wet skin continues to hit wet skin, even as you decrease the pace a little to make each thrust harder and more precise. Exy giggles when you miss her g-spot and screams in ecstasy when you hit it perfectly. It’s like a game for her, where she can only win, either by seeing the disappointment in your dirty face or by feeling sparks of pleasure fill her breeding hole.

You hate this kind of game. You just want her to crumble, to succumb to another orgasm on your dick and milk you completely dry. Each minute you spend inside her and not on recording the rap part could lead to awkward questions by the higher ups. Reality is often disappointing, but you won’t go without a bang.

Drop Exy’s leg and instead get a hold of her long hair.

“Exy, you will fucking cum now!”

“What—oh, fuc—ah!”

All your remaining energy is bundled into a final assault on Exy’s cunt. Your cock is a piston on fire, rapidly leaving and penetrating the soft flesh at the right spot. You know Exy too well, she can’t play this stupid game forever. She grits her teeth, but her eyes already roll to the back of her head.

“Cum.

“Cum, Exy, you horny bitch!”

Once again, wet juices all over your base and thighs. The warmth from inside her is spread all over you, so it’s time to give her a good filling. To your massive first load, you add another impressive surge of cum. You pull yourself out, but before all of the white stuff can stain the carpet floor of the booth, you catch it with your hand.

“Ah, fuck. You got a paper towel or something?” you laugh and Exy’s playfully smacks your cheek.

“Get lost, asshole.”

(A/N2: omo, these have really set me ablaze fr)

#kpop smut #female idol smut #male reader smut #male reader #girl group smut #exy smut #wjsn smut

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multiphandomunnies · 6 years ago

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pottery | chu sojung

Requested: hi it’s my first time request so I’m kinda nervous fjsjshahaj but anyway could you please write a fluff au about a first date between exy (wjsn) x fem reader. Thank you so much! ❤️ - exybiased Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1.1k Admin: Mirae Authors Note: Im not even sure if this had a plot. I really liked it when I first read it but then I had google read it to me and then I hated it :\. Also I think this has been in our inbox for absolute ages so I hope that the precioius exy anon is still around and likes this plus I was happy to have a wjsn anon :\

Your hands grasped at the purse that rested against your hip, tapping your side with the sway of your walk. Picking up your pace you did your best to not be late, it would have been horrible to show up late on your first date, Especially a date that you had been looking forward to for weeks, a date that you had wanted for months with the girl of your dreams. Squinting your eyes you tried to block out the bright shining sun it almost felt like it was happy for you.

“You made it!’ her sweet voice rang in your ear. Locking eyes with Sojung you couldn't help but feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Your heart did a little dance in your chest when she gave you a smile.

“Of course I made it. I've been looking forward to this for what felt like ages,” you replied while carefully walking closer to her.

She shyly rubbed the back of her neck and spoke up “I know its probably not the most interesting date idea but-”

you cut her off with your words “Sojung this is such a perfect date idea! I would have never thought of this.” She breathed out in relief with your words. It was clear that she was tense about the whole situation, but you couldn't blame her because you felt the same.

“Shall we go in? It should be starting soon,” she checked the small gold watch on her wrist, it complimented her loose light red shirt perfectly. You nodded your head and followed behind her into the building.

You both looked around the hallway “I think it's in here,” you said, opening the door for her.

“Oh welcome! Please come in and take a seat,” a kind old woman spoke while gesturing for you both to enter.

“Have either of you done pottery?” the old woman asked. You both shook your head and took a seat near the window.

“Oh it's lovely, you'll love it,” she smiled and went to go prepare some slabs. Glancing at Sojung you took in her gorgeous appearance. She seemed so focused on a pamphlet describing how to make some simple shapes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught your staring, whipping her head to look at you she panicked “You don't think this is a boring date?” Sojung continued to question whether you were going to have fun.

You shook your hands “It won't be boring! I'm looking forward to feeling miserable,” you joked, thinking back to all the times you were required to take pottery in art class. She nodded her head in agreement before the teacher spoke up.

“I'm going to place a slab of clay on your spin. All you're going to do is a put a little pressure on it and experiment with the different shapes you can make! Don't use too much water or else it will be too wet and won't hold shape,” she barely explained the process to the class.

Dropping slabs on your desks she walked began to watch over the class like your teachers back in school used too. Using a little water you started your work on your shape. Sojung also started on her shape, glancing over at her she seemed to do it perfectly like she did pottery in her free time. You stared in awe and looked back at your lump of clay. “Uhhh,” you said while you tried to fix its shape, adding just a little more water. Sojung glanced over at you and giggled, she continued to work of hers. Few minutes passed and you made light conversation. “This is hard,” you said, no matter how hard you worked on your vase nothing seemed to make it better. Sojung started proudly at her work, a gorgeous shaped vase sat in front of her. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. The teacher was busy helping someone else so she didn't even bother to help you.

Sojung stood up and moved her chair behind you “What are you doing?” you asked. “Sshh, let me help,” she rested her head in the crook of your neck, placing her messy hands over yours. You felt your pulse quicken at her sudden closeness. “Watch,” she whispered tilting her head to look at you. Stepping on the wheel she moved your hands carefully up and down, putting pressure on the middle part to make the top spread out. You stared in awe at her skills she so easily fixed she lumpy mess that you had created.

“Wow you're so amazing!” you beamed, trying to ignore the feeling of her chest pressed against your back. She giggled sweetly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Now-” Sojung stopped the wheel and carefully removed her hands from yours-“you have a beautiful pot.” You giggled at her proud smile. She moved back to her spot and started to carefully write the date on her pot, you chose to do the same.

The teacher approached you both “Oh my you guys did a wonderful job,” the teacher admired your work. You scoffed and shook your head, you didn't do anything, it was all Sojung. “I can put these in the kiln for you and you two can pick them up tomorrow,” she said while carefully placing them on a tray. You and Sojung washed your hands before leaving the pottery class.

“That was so fun!” you beamed while starting over at her. She smiled softly and spoke “Would you like to catch some food? I would hate for this date to end when it feels like I just started,” she brushed some hair behind her ear and carefully awaited your response. Yo pretended to think for a moment causing her to panic and think you'd say no. “I would love to,” you reached out and grabbed her hand. Turning around you started to walk in the direction of the mall, knowing that there would be some food in there. Sojung watched your back as you walked, admiring how stunning you looked. She shook her head and held back a laugh, it was hard for her to believe that she was really going on a date with the very person she had

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