#the rest of you need to shut. UP/aff

[rockinaroundthepole]

women are so pretty

[writerpeach]

Academic (Anal)ysis

Oh My Girl Arin x m!reader

7200+ words

Part two of Classroom Copulation

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Fresh out of teaching your first two university classes, the afternoon had been relatively calm, stress-free and mostly void of any students asking idiotic questions. None of your students dozed off during your lectures, a sign that meant they enjoyed their time spent in class, or at least pretended they did. Either way, it achieved your primary goal to ensure your students felt fulfilled, leaving with more knowledge than they started with. 

Your next class wouldn’t be for a couple hours, which gave you time for a full lunch, and a chance to catch up on grading papers, but also taking some relaxation for yourself. After finishing up your lesson plans for the rest of the week and putting a dent into grading, a soft knock at the door interrupted your progress.

Most days, you had an open door policy during office hours, encouraging any students to visit with you unscheduled. 

Only when you wanted to concentrate or when a student needed to spend time with you did you shut that door, and as far as you remembered, none of your students had scheduled anything today. That didn’t mean your students weren’t welcome, but you weren’t expecting anyone to show up until your official posted time, which didn’t begin for another hour. 

“Come in.” 

The mahogany door to your office swung open, and behind revealed a slender woman with raven locks wearing a strapless sequined dress, gazing up with the prettiest doe eyes and a pair of freshly glossed lips—one of your favorite students, Choi Yewon. 

“Good afternoon, professor.” 

That favoritism might have been because you were in a (very inappropriate) relationship with her, but the point still stood, Arin was a breath of fresh air, a sight for sore eyes. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Choi. What brings you here?”

Since the inception of your relationship, your office had been a sanctuary from further developing it with Arin. Whenever she visited, it was always under the guise of having difficulty with your classes, going over a graded test, or something narrowly related to academia. Mostly, it became an excuse to flirt around you without any other lingering students around. But you knew it wouldn’t stay like that forever. 

“Can't a student just say hello?" she asked, standing in the doorway and flashed a rather suspicious smile. 

“Of course,” you said, returning a rather muted smile of your own. “But my office hours haven't started yet.” 

“Oh, my apologies. I must have remembered your hours wrong, professor.” The way she smirked meant she didn’t, yet you wouldn’t dare turn away such a pretty face. 

“Would you like me to come back?” 

“No, of course not. You already came all this way, so please, come on in.” After further opening the door for Arin to enter, she slipped inside, and made sure to leave as little gap as possible between your bodies so you could breathe in her aromatic perfume. 

“Well, if you insist. I do have some time to spare,” Arin said, as she closed the door behind her and locked it. You knew that look, that glint in her eyes when she walked into your office. 

“Please have a seat, Miss Choi.”

Gesturing to your spacious red couch across the room, Arin sauntered over, taking a seat and crossed her legs. She took a look around while you remained in your office chair, unprepared for whatever facade she had for visiting. 

“Aren’t you going to sit next to me, professor?” she asked, patting the empty cushion next to her with those unavoidable doe eyes staring into your soul. “This couch feels a little lonely for just one person…” 

And just like that, the protective barrier you built up began to crumble. Because your office had been the last place that hadn’t been defiled, the last place that you hadn’t shoved Arin up against the wall and whispered in her ear all the sinful things you were going to do to her. Certainly not out of guilt, because banging a stunning girl like Arin would be worth sacrificing your livelihood. 

Against your better judgment, you took a sip of coffee and occupied the empty seat on Arin’s left. Her smile widened, and she immediately squeezed your thigh, a clear indicator that this was more than just a simple hello from a student when she looked up with that unavoidable gaze. “It’s so good to see you, professor.” 

You could easily lean in to kiss Arin, the shiny gloss applied on her mouth attracted your lips to her like a magnet, but there had to be at least an attempt to keep up the front that this was nothing but a friendly visit, that your student wanted a chat and nothing else. 

“Good to see you too, Miss Choi. Your classes going well?” 

With a nod, she scooted closer, and kept her hand squeezing your thigh, focusing every little bit of her attention on you. “They’re going…fine,” she said in an unconvincing tone. “I’m not failing any at the moment.” 

That last part piqued your curiosity, because if she performed as poorly in your class as she did her other ones, then well, her GPA would be doomed. Granted, Arin was a straight A student in your class, mostly due to your little arrangement, so at least she had some buffer built up there. 

“Do you mind if I get a little bit more…comfortable, professor?” 

A dangerous question, that In your mind—could mean anything. But whatever she had planned, were it even a genuine innocent question, you hesitated to say yes, but on the other hand, wanted to offer whoever came to visit you the highest degree of comfort. 

“Not at all, be my guest.” Hopefully, you wouldn’t regret offering that invitation. 

So after giving a courteous nod, Arin did just that, slipped her heels off, then carefully placed them out of the way. Next, she lifted her immaculate legs off the ground and rested them—right on your lap. 

“Much better.” 

If there was a modicum of shame left, it flew out the window when you became her footrest, not that you would be upset when every last inch of Arin’s legs became a feast for your eyes—and you were eating well. Not content with mere glances, you openly stared, and who could blame you when those beautiful, creamy legs never seemed to end, partnered with luscious thighs belonging around your head like earmuffs, and even her bare feet, which you adored kissing, drove you crazy. 

Her figure was nothing but flawless, and while there hadn’t been a single inch of Arin’s body that you hadn’t kissed, licked, or sucked—you still drooled over her praiseworthy legs, thankful every time she came to your class in a short skirt or tight little dress that fought for your attention. 

You had to face facts, because the only reason your clothes weren’t already in a heap, and you weren’t bottoming Arin out, was your own weird sense of self-preservation. That maybe, if you spurned her advances in the one place where you actually had the most privacy, that your job wouldn’t be in jeopardy. Like you hadn’t fingered her in the library with a hand over that pretty mouth, or like you hadn’t made her choke on your cock backstage in the theatre hall, and you certainly hadn’t pounded her against the refrigerator in the teacher’s lounge, praying every second no other professors needed a quick dose of caffeine. 

Again, you were (both) guiltless throughout every encounter, selfish in every manner. After all, why wouldn’t you be, 

when you had complete access to Arin’s body, free to explore it any way you pleased on a regular basis. Casting away the last bit of doubt aside, you rubbed Arin’s soft feet and kissed the tops of them, then moved down to her ankles, before caressing her smooth as silk legs all the way up to her thighs that brought unimaginable bliss when you squeezed them. 

“If I recall, don’t you have a class soon, Miss Choi?” you asked, and couldn’t resist roaming your fingertips up and down her perfect legs, those divine thighs a path to heaven in your hands. Brightly smiling, Arin tilted her head back in enjoyment as your hands brushed against her warm flesh, your touch driving her equally crazy. It was almost regrettable that her position didn’t let you kiss and lick those mouthwatering thighs, but there was no need to be greedy when they felt so good and pillowy soft. 

“You remembered. I do, but I’d rather ditch it. Getting dicked down by my favorite professor is a much better use of time. Wouldn’t you say?” Arin couldn’t hold back a smirk from forming on her lips, tossing out any subtlety in her words. 

“I thought you were just here to say hello.” 

“I was, but since I’m already here, I might as well make it worth your while…” Arin said, as one of her bare feet began to rub your inner thigh, moving dangerously towards your crotch. Before you could take your next breath, both of her feet felt up your cock, her toes teasing enough to make a bulge form in your pants. Powerless to stop her, you tried to stifle a moan under your breath, but failed, unable to hold back any thoughts while Arin massaged you through your pants, your cock stiffening uncomfortably so within mere seconds. 

“You’re getting hard already, professor. Doesn’t that feel good? When I tease your cock like this?” she asked, a question with only one answer. The increasing friction on your shaft only served to fill the lust reserves in your body, because, without a doubt—Arin wouldn’t be leaving your office without getting a proper dickdown.

“Yewon—“ 

“Yes, professor?” 

“That dress—“ 

“What about it? It’s pretty, isn’t it?” 

“It is, but—get rid of it.” 

“It would be my pleasure.” With no hesitance, she rose up and let herself be the center of attention, leaving you with a throbbing erection in her wake. Unsure where to direct your focus, your eyes wandered her body, from her thighs to her tiny little waist, to that teasing amount of cleavage, but eventually ended up drawn to her beautiful, angelic face and that vivacious smile. 

“This dress? You want it off me?” she asked, grasping the zipper of her dress, the gateway to releasing that burdensome barrier that opposed your desires. “Then sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, professor.” 

Despite your initial protests, your anticipation peaked as Arin began to zip down her dress, her lustful gaze welded to you. Being patient remained a struggle, considering how hard she left you, and the amount of exposed skin in your sight eyes didn’t make things easier. 

“Do you know what the best part of this dress is, professor?” 

“How good it looks on you?” 

Arin giggled as she touched her silky hair, running fingers through it. “No, while that’s also true, that’s the second best part.” 

Turning away, she began to tug down her dress, spiking your anticipation. Because now, all you could do was watch the meticulous reveal of Arin’s smooth naked back, and the hints of perspiration that had formed from the temperature in the room. You had to calm your strong urge to lick every last drop clean. 

“The best part is—”

As frustrating as it was to not be able to see those cute perky breasts, what would come next would make up for it. Arin hadn’t taken a single movement that wasn’t calculated, or that wasn’t made three steps in advance, and the lower her dress went, the wider your eyes grew. 

“How easy it comes off…” 

She slipped it down past her slender waist, revealing more and more of her body, until it fell off her hips, and gravity did its job. Finally, you were able to glimpse perfection in its purest form—that tight, bouncy butt barely concealed by a lacy blue thong wedged in between her plump ass cheeks. The true meaning of heaven, an ass so divine, it made it worth risking your tenure for. 

You’d risk everything for an ass like that. 

For now, Arin was always delighted to enable that risk, swaying her hips and shaking her enticing ass, as if to say you were making the right decision—even if at its core, it couldn’t be more wrong. 

“Cute panties,” you blurted out, saying the first thing in your head to keep yourself under control, otherwise you’d rip them off her body and bury your face in those flawless cheeks. 

“Thank you, professor. I wore them so you could take them off me,” she said, turning around just so you could see the grin on her features. But you were looking at so much more than just her pretty face, with her half-naked body proudly displayed, that only made the erection in your pants more unbearable. 

“Yewon, come here.” Without giving her a chance to reply, you grabbed her delicate wrists, and pulled her back onto the couch, causing her to fall on top of you until your bodies were pressed flat together. Apparently an unexpected move, given the look on her face, when usually Arin initiated every advance. 

“Professor…” 

Exchanging lingering glances, that was the last word Arin spoke before you cupped one side of her face, and dove into her warm, pillowy soft lips, tasting hints of strawberry on her breath. When your lips met, it stripped all manner of formality, no longer were you just a student and a professor, but two individuals consumed with lust, tired of holding it in, tired of hiding it. 

Much of Arin’s bare skin became available, a daunting task to keep focused on one spot, so your greedy hands freely roamed her body, groping as many different places as you could reach while your tongue invaded her mouth. 

Her lips tasted just like you remembered, sweet and addicting, a taste you would chase to the ends of the earth for. Eager for more, you bit down on her bottom lip, only for her to return the favor, nipping against your own, mirroring every bit of aggression. The more things escalated, the less it felt like you were in your office, liable to have anyone knock at the door and interrupt. 

Matching your fervor, Arin started to unbutton your shirt, using her fingers to tease your chest with every button undone, trailing downwards after a new spot uncovered. “You know, professor, maybe I should skip all my classes just to come visit you. Your office is very comfortable…” 

As much as you wouldn’t mind that, you couldn’t be held responsible for her grades deteriorating. ”Your education is important, Miss Yewon.” 

Her tongue slipped back in your mouth as the kiss deepened, lips pressed up against one another with much more desperation, much more saliva swapped. Arin ran fingers through your hair while you caressed her bare back, aching to map out her pale skin, moving lower, much lower, until you squeezed her ass and kneaded those delicious cheeks. 

“If you insist. But only because if I got kicked out, you wouldn’t be able to rail me every day.” Whatever her motivation for keeping grades up was didn’t matter, as long as it meant you would keep meeting like this. 

After breaking the liplock, you kissed the curve of her well-defined jaw, then moved towards her sensitive neck, making her even more hot and bothered—but you had to be careful not to leave any marks that she wouldn’t be able to cover up easily. The same couldn’t be said for Arin, who had the unfair advantage to do just that, opening your shirt up and left a barrage of wet kisses and lip prints on your bare chest. 

“Mwah, that’s much better,” Arin said, and you could see the temptation in her eyes to leave lipstick marks on your cheek, neck, or anywhere else plainly visible. But instead, she ran her fingertips up and down your lip-stained chest, then cupped your face with her cold hands. “I can feel how hard you are. Shouldn’t I do something about that?” 

“Later. Wanna taste you right now. Need to shove my tongue in your pretty little cunt.” 

You could see the disappointment in Arin’s beautiful eyes, because if she came all this way without filling her throat with dick at least once, it would be a waste. 

“At least let me get your cock wet, professor,” she pleaded, as she traced the outline of your bulge, and you could hardly deny her when she looked at you like that, licking her lips with seduction, plump lips that were absolutely made for delivering the best blowjobs imaginable.  

“Alright, fine. Show me what those cock sucking lips can do."

“At once, professor.” Not wasting any time, Arin unzipped your pants, pulled them down to your knees, and immediately fished your cock out of your boxers. While she stroked your length, her lips returned to yours, keeping her taste lingering in your mouth, earning you some much necessary relief. 

“This really belongs in my mouth,” she said, tightening her grip on your shaft, and pumped with more deft strokes. As she jerked you off quicker and made you moan, her parted lips continued to pin down your own, and her tongue tantalized the inside of your mouth. 

Delivering another wet, open mouth kiss, her lips then journeyed down your body, adding more smudged lipstick to your exposed flesh. Arin tugged off your pants down to your ankles as soon as she reached your waist, and divested your boxers, causing your stiff cock to spring to attention. “There we go, all for me.” 

With her gaze fixated on you, she flattened her tongue against the base of your shaft, and slowly dragged her way up, then planted a deep, messy kiss on the tip of your cock. Swirling her wet tongue around, Arin then flicked against your leaking slit, lapping up every drop, and alternated between tender kisses and soft licks. When she sensed you had your fill of teasing, her lips parted, enveloping your swollen cockhead that she gently sucked. 

You uttered no more than a groan, and leaned your head back against the couch armrest, watching Arin go to work. Her head bobbed while her delicate hands squeezed both thighs, nails digging in to your skin, and those sensual lips applied a deeper suction that hollowed her cheeks. 

“Relax, professor. Let me please you. Let me make you melt…” 

Her seductive eyes studied your every move, while her lips swallowed up more shaft, bottoming down to your base with ease as her throat relaxed. When she came back up, a sheen of warm saliva covered your shaft, and she repeated the journey, those hungry lips slurping on every inch that filled her throat. 

Arin maintained a steady rhythm and teased your balls, toying with them between her fingers, fondling them while your shaft became saturated with more saliva, spilling down the lips of her mouth. 

“God, Yewon, you make me feel so good,” you moaned, falling apart while Arin sucked you off and added as much stimulation as possible by playing with your balls, her lips testing your resolve. The way her head bobbed never stayed consistent for long, and varied from frantic to sluggish lazy strokes. But the way she held you down her throat didn’t, keeping you there for several seconds without any struggle, eyes on you for the entire ride. 

It all made you want to return the favor tenfold. With your cock plenty wet, you kept your eyes glued to how well Arin deepthroated your cock with ease, almost hesitant to stop her, not wanting the stream of pleasure to dissipate.

“Yewon, let me taste you now.” 

Arin complied, but not without a few more sinful slurps that drove you wild, as she released your cock with a loud pop that let you see how much your cock glistened under the lights. Momentarily, you stood up off the couch and gestured towards the armrest while you kicked the rest of your clothes away. She got your message loud and clear, swiftly getting on her knees and bent over, sticking out that perfect, plump ass to you that you couldn’t get behind any faster. 

Looking over her shoulder, Arin leaned more over the armrest, and pressed her thong-clad ass against your aching erection. Your eyes glazed over from the lack of blinking, wondering how such a delicious ass existed that belonged to such a pretty girl, another unanswerable question while you caressed her soft cheeks. Even if you couldn't help but lustfully stare at those covered cheeks, you'd have a stiff neck if you persisted. In one swift motion, you peeled Arin’s tiny thong off her hips, granting your eyes the blessing of that fully exposed ass, alongside her gorgeous, appetizing cunt. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath and didn’t waste a second in groping her ass, getting your fingertips in that soft delicate flesh, massaging it gently before outlining the curve of it with your needy fingers. Arin responded in soft moans while you began to pepper in little small kisses to her ass, kissing every inch you could touch. 

“Your ass is fucking amazing, Yewon. Have I ever told you that?” 

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice, Professor. And almost every time we meet,” she giggled, savoring your adoration of her deliciously ample buttcheeks. God, you could do this all day, those bare cheeks silky soft to the touch, lured in with no chance of escape, so you did what anyone who had ever seen Arin in a short skirt in person never had the chance to—and buried your face in that ass. 

You were more than content to suffocate there, nestled between the softest flesh imaginable that would make a pillow jealous, inhaling the sweet scent of Arin. But you couldn’t ignore your hunger, nor could you ignore that divine pussy, or those juicy lips that would give your taste buds a workout. One more inhale, followed by one more moment to rub your face all over those exquisite cheeks, and then you moved down to tease her inner thighs with kisses, alternating between each and gave them the individual attention deserved.

“Professor, you said you were going to taste me,” she whined, her growing impatience becoming more apparent. A little teasing never hurt, but when you had a decadent dessert offered up on a silver platter, it was only polite to dive in. 

Spreading her thighs for better access, you dragged your tongue up and down her slit, ending her desperation while coating your tongue with her sweet juices. The first morsel of her tangy taste left you dying for more, and with your hands still squeezing her tight ass, you traced her slick-trapped folds with your tongue, gathering up her nectar with a craving for more. Within seconds, that thirst would be quenched when you darted your tongue against Arin’s sensitive clit, and drank up whatever juices escaped her cunt, 

“So fucking delicious,” you hissed, as your tongue became more frantic, and explored the pink flesh offered up, taking a journey of pleasure with no destination. “I could eat you all fucking day.” 

“But then who would teach your students? Education is important,” Arin mocked, jerking back when you sucked on her swollen clit in response, which made her thighs quiver against your face.

“Just for that, I think I might fuck you. Harder than you deserve.” Not only for her benefit, but yours, because while you enjoyed every moment of devouring your slutty little student, that ache in your cock became harder to endure—you desperately needed somewhere to shove your shaft into. 

“I’m all yours, professor.” Like she was ever anything but, leaning into your touch, practically chasing your tongue while it slid between all that slippery flesh. Then again, your tongue and cock seemed to have different priorities on the matter, fighting for control of Arin’s perfect little pussy. 

Moments away from insertion, you wondered how sturdy the lock to your office was. If somehow, someone managed to break in and caught both of you naked in your office, both of your lives would inevitably be fucked, exponentially yours more so. Sleeping with your student was one thing, doing it in the relatively public space of the office you worked years to acquire was another. Almost without a , you’d lose your PhD, your master’s degree, and certainly your entire career. But honestly, you had no time to give a shit about that when you had the hottest student in your class who willingly offered her body up like the free coffee in the teacher’s lounge. 

The reality of it all made it hard to care about when you had such a round ass and tight little cunt inches away from your cock. You could see it in Arin’s pretty eyes, the need, the desire, the look of why are you still not inside me yet? A question you would ask yourself, and find an immediate answer when you pushed your shaft inside her heavenly cunt.

You couldn’t find words to voice your pleasure and just groaned when you entered Arin. Unfathomable bliss filled your body when your cock moved in slow plunges, those clinging walls squeezing tight, and urged you deeper. Neither of you spoke for several thrusts, because what was there to say, other than praise, how big you felt inside her, and how utterly drenched she was. That intense, audible wetness when you moved inside Arin’s wet warmth would make sure you planned in advance for next time, because red fabric stained far too easily. 

“Professor—“ Arin managed to spit out, a word without meaning, without any follow up, but you were happy to just hear her pretty voice while your hips smacked against those full, rippling cheeks as you began to bottom out her needy cunt.

Her pussy had never felt more incredible. Maybe it was the danger of getting caught that added an extra oomph to the end of your pistoning hips, or the three-day weekend that kept your bodies away from each other an extra day that made every thrust that much more pumped full of ecstasy. Not that you couldn’t visit each other, as you certainly ended up tangled in Arin’s bed sheets on multiple occasions and vice versa, but it dampened the rush. 

While Arin thoroughly enjoyed the thrashing you were giving her wet little pussy, being extra careless of how loud the smacks of hot flesh were, you couldn’t have been more preoccupied on that way that perfect ass bounced. Especially after a harsh spank or two that left a mark on her pristine buttcheeks, and for some extra stimulation, you slipped your thumb up her tight little asshole, feeling her clench tighter around your cock.  

Judging by the deeper moans let out, she was much more gratified when you simultaneously penetrated her two holes. If only Arin had the same glass dildo with her in that very first selfie sent—she’d never forget the look on your face when you mistakenly checked your phone in the middle of class. 

“This pussy is unbelievable, fuck—“ 

Arin couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you were breaking down. “I know. You must love my pussy, and the way I cream all over you. But wouldn’t you rather have your perfect cock inside my ass? You've been staring at it nonstop since I walked into your office."

Caught red-handed, you couldn’t admit otherwise. Not that anyone could blame you when she wore such short skirts that hardly covered up her cheeks, or on the rare occasion—didn’t, and conveniently “forgot” to wear underwear. It was rather absurd that your cock wasn’t buried inside her ass with as much time as you spent gawking and worshiping it. But there was only one little problem. “A much as I would love to plow your ass, I don’t have any—“

“Lube? Check my bag.” 

One might have questioned why a student would keep a bottle of lube on their belongings, but not you. Not a second thought went by while you rummaged through her bag, moving aside books, notepads, lotions, and makeup pouches until you found your desired treasure. 

“Warm me up a little?” Arin asked when you rejoined her on the couch. Not that she really needed it, but moreso wanted it, and your tongue hadn’t gotten the action it deserved. Setting aside the bottle for now, your tongue took the same route, licking a long stripe up her wet cunt, and made a detour towards her puckered hole. This time, you refrained from any teasing, instead licking short circles around her asshole, then spread her fleshy cheeks wide to grant better access and plunged your tongue inside. 

“Professor!” 

Arin’s beautiful gasps filled your ears as you spread her cheeks wider and lapped at her asshole, using your tongue like a dildo, hitting every little nerve that caused a chain reaction of bliss, a parade of stimulation. You never took the same path twice while you tonguefucked her tight little hole, using sloppy movements to saturate the rim of her ass in saliva, and refused to let your tongue rest, not that a break would ever be necessary when Arin tasted so good. If her juicy cunt was a dessert, then for sure her ass was a buffet you could feast upon and never quite be full. 

“I wonder what people would think if they walked in right now to see my professor’s tongue shoved up my asshole.” 

“I think they’d be wondering where the back of the line was.” 

That small grin from her lips disappeared into an open mouth moan while you continued to tongue her sweet asshole, and dug your fingers into the soft flesh of her buttcheeks, keeping them spread wide as they could go to satiate your appetite.

“Mmm, fuck, that tongue feels so good. You really know how to eat a girl’s ass, don’t you, professor?” Unwilling to say a word that would interrupt your meal, you accepted her praise in silence and swirled your tongue in every direction imaginable, slobbering all over that tasty tight hole. 

“God, professor, you’re amazing. But I think I’m warmed up enough, don’t you?” With much reluctance you would agree, even if meant your tongue would have to leave her beautiful backside, but the main event would soon await. 

That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy one more moment filling your hands with Arin’s cheeks, as you admired her glistening asshole that would soon be reintroduced to your greedy cock. She sank down into the couch; her face pressed down and ass raised up, not wanting to be empty much longer. Naturally, it would be hard for anyone to stay idle with those cheeks between your fingers, with such a spankable ass at your mercy, and you had to pry yourself from fondling that ass, or you’d never stop. 

You weren’t in a rush when you lubed up your cock and slid two fingers inside Arin’s saliva drenched asshole, adding more slick liquid than necessary. A poor excuse to test that puckered hole once more, using the pretense of preparation to finger her tight ass, a preview of that intense clench that you’d feel more of later. 

“Fuck, don’t keep me waiting, professor. Need you in my ass, stretching me out like you always do. Stop teasing and fill me already.” 

Arin wanted it almost more than you did, and it was far too easy to keep her on edge, but eventually two fingers became one, until your last digit withdrew from her ass, leaving her restless with anticipation. All out of patience yourself, you didn’t dare dream of making Arin wait much longer, and guided your cockhead between those luscious cheeks as you nudged against her divine asshole. 

With little reason to prolong the inevitable, you caught Arin’s gaze when she looked over her shoulder again, eyes brimming with impatience. You took a necessary deep breath, one that Arin matched, and sank into her hot, tight asshole, already overwhelmed by that impossible tightness. One plunge wasn’t enough, and you didn’t stop until the tip of your cock disappeared, swallowed up by an ass sculpted by the gods, with the additional pressure such a mind-numbing sensation that made you throb like you never had before. 

“More, professor. More,” Arin pleaded, unsatisfied by just your thick cockhead penetrating her snug little hole, a request you had no intention to deny. For a moment, you pulled out so you could rewatch the way your cock slid inside her plump ass, and her body accepted you with ease, her snug walls gripping your cock much harsher than her cunt. 

“You’re so goddamn tight, Yewon, fuck,” you groaned with both hands firmly on those perfect pale cheeks, and pumped into Arin at an agonizingly slow pace, stretching her out more and more, and savored every last movement before you were even balls deep. Fitting your cock into Arin’s tight little asshole didn’t come easy, even after several deep breaths and relaxed muscles, but it was a struggle you would gladly take on, all in the name of pleasure. 

“Deeper, professor, go deeper. Please let me take all of you, stretch my little asshole.” 

She whimpered and groaned the more your girth impaled her ass, arching her back higher, and that constricting grip around your shaft intensified the deeper you went, further provoking you to fill her up to the hilt. Almost flush to the base against her firm cheeks, you watched the lustful expression etched on Arin’s face, taking note of her open mouth, widened eyes, and how her palms flattened against the couch cushions, desperate to be stretched wider. 

After a rather harsh movement of your hips, you lodged your cock deep inside her asshole until you were finally balls deep, immediately taking another thrust, then a third, experiencing such sharp pleasure that would only repeat itself as you buried yourself in those warm depths, opening her up to allow the deepest penetration manageable. “This what you wanted, Yewon? My cock all the way up this tight fucking asshole?”

Arin scrambled to grab onto anything, digging her fingers into the fabric of the couch.“Yes! Oh my god, you feel so good, so deep inside me. Keep me full like this, please—“ 

With a pleading look like that, you didn’t need any more persuasion. “Fucking slut. Look at you, dripping all over my couch. Gonna have fun explaining this to the custodian.” 

“I can’t help it, professor, you fuck me so well. You’ll just have to get a new couch, I don’t think cum is easy to get out.” 

“That depends how many loads I dump in you today.” 

“Oh? Were you planning on going for round two, professor?” 

“Yeah, Yewon. Thanks to you, I think my office hours are officially canceled today.” 

Arin would be pleased that only she could see you today, knowing the reason why any student entering your office during specified hours would be met would a locked door, while on the other side she’d be flat on her back covered in sweat, on her knees, or bouncing on your cock. 

Meanwhile, her greed got the best of her, and she began to fuck herself back on your cock, moaning with every push against you, eager to be split open even more. Even better than that, it freed up your hands, and gave free rein to slap that bouncy bubble butt, something you desired the moment she walked into your office. 

With much delight you gave a quick spank to both cheeks, not letting time pass without the soft flesh rippling, and slapped each cheek one by one, again, and again, and again, the sound growing louder with every smack. 

The slaps on her ass came in succession without delay, and each rippled her cheeks in a hypnotic fashion, filling the room with sounds of moans and whimpers. As your attention shifted to one cheek, each smack given turned the delicate flesh redder, and the only respite offered came in between harsh strikes when you massaged her tender cheeks. 

And you were just getting started. 

While Arin kept fucking herself on your cock and opened herself more, you gave harder and harder spanks on her delicious backside, contemplating how an ass could have so much insane jiggle, every smack generating more and more recoil on those luscious cheeks. 

“I love it when you spank me, professor. Spank me while I take your cock up my ass, spank me like the naughty little student I am.” 

Her ass rippled in a way that could only be described as beautiful, while a loud gasp or desperate cry for more left her lips following more reddened flesh. Arin had some of the best hips you had the pleasure to grab, and they never stopped moving as she slammed her cheeks down on your cock, ensuring you stayed embedded inside her puckered hole, and refused to let you leave that unrelenting tightness. 

The flesh of her ass became so red, so sensitive, that you had to cease for a moment just to savor the noises she made, and rubbed the sting out of one side, letting it return when you flattened your palm and smacked her thick ass like the crack of a whip. 

Looking down, both of Arin’s asscheeks were the way you loved them—bright red, tender, and plastered with palm prints. You would make sure they remained that way for days, as you doubled down, smacking either side of her ass in harsh succession, before grabbing her hips and reclaimed control of her ass. All those smacks on her rear combined with those thrusts she took inside escalated her arousal, making it easier to pound her ass. And you did so without holding back, fucking her into the couch the way she deserved, guided by the sounds of sweet bliss that left her lips. 

Arin was right—you would need a whole new couch after this. You could see how much of her arousal dripped down her thighs, already staining the fabric that matched the color of her sore buttcheeks, and that was before the thick load that would soon leak out of her. 

“Professor—“ Arin had trouble forming words, thanks to your cock repeatedly gaping her asshole and impaling her insides, melting away into bliss until it was all she could think about. “God, you fuck me so well, professor. But why haven’t you cum yet? Don’t you need to?”

Eventually, you would, but not until you spent enough time reaming her tight little body, firmly planted in Arin’s asshole, that she would dream about how good your cock felt inside her. “Because I’m enjoying your ass way too much. Gonna keep fucking it as long as I can until my balls get drained.” 

“Well, then keep fucking me, professor. Fuck me until you fill my tight asshole up all the way. I’ll be a good little cum dump. Can’t wait to feel that hot load inside me…” 

A pretty girl like Arin uttering such vulgarity like that drove you almost as insane as the ass you were pounding. Seeing her plump cheeks alone with their vivid red hue kept you going, and it was more than enough to keep you rock hard, even if your hips were at their limit. But you had enough stamina left to keep yourself buried in her ass, watching every little detail on her perfect, sweaty face etched with ecstasy. 

One more smack on her delicious ass became a lit fuse of unavoidable tension manifesting in your balls that meant every thrust now came with a countdown. But before you could reach the finish line, you kept your eyes glued to the heart-shaped ass your cock pummeled, chasing that edge while dancing on a tight-rope of bliss that you were bound to topple over at any moment. 

Not even a black hole could contain your combined lust, or all your built-up carnal desires to wreck Arin’s impeccable body, because sometimes—there was nothing better than ruining something beautiful. 

The sweat down her back, the way her disheveled hair clung to her naked skin, and the way she pleaded for you to cum, it all painted a highly detailed picture that you would put the finishing touches on by smacking your hips against her body one last time, then buried your shaft in that unforgettable tightness before you finally erupted inside her. 

While you spilled thick semen into her ass, you couldn’t tell who needed this release more—but given how much you throbbed as your shaft emptied in her asshole, you had never felt this euphoric, groaning in relief while filling Arin to the brim. It wasn’t even a challenge to stay there, barely moving a muscle as her tight hole milked your cock dry, prolonging your unyielding twitches and throbs. The real feat would be pulling out, because even after your climax ran its course, you wanted nothing more but to stay inside that warmth, cockwarming her ass for eternity. 

“P-professor…” Arin couldn’t say much, and your heavy breathing echoed her own. Every tired pant she made gave your cock a new twitch, like trying to empty more inside her body.

“Fuck, it feels so warm and thick inside me, professor. Wasn’t this worth canceling your office hours?” Way past your scheduled time, you hadn’t even remembered to put up a notice, but given your focus on destroying Arin’s ass, it was no wonder you hadn’t heard a single knock—hopefully nobody needed to meet up with you today, or maybe the cries of pleasure from inside spoke for you. 

“This ass is worth canceling everything,” you said, as you began to catch your breath. Reluctantly, you began to withdraw from Arin, one little inch at time, until you were no longer inside her, and intently watched your cum leak out from her gaped asshole in a slow drip that became a thick downpour that stained her thighs, your couch, and anywhere else it pleased. You were powerless to save your couch, but you didn’t care. A worthy sacrifice. 

Collapsing to one side of the cushions your body preferred, Arin came tumbling after, her sweaty body clinging against your own. “And having my professor pound my ass was worth missing class.” 

You moved hair out of her eyes, as the two of you exchanged tired smiles. “I guess I should be responsible and get ready to teach my next class.” 

As a pout formed on her lips, Arin kissed your bare skin, never yielding her insatiable hunger. “That’s no fun. When is it?” 

“In about forty-five minutes.” In actuality, you had an hour, but you’d need to locate a shower and figure out how the hell to make the smell of sex in your office disperse before then. And the stains on the couch would be a problem for a different day. 

“Perfect. Just enough time to rail me again. Because I’m not leaving your office without another load inside me.” 

“And you’re not leaving wearing those pretty panties either.” 

“Deal, professor. They’ll be waiting on your desk.” 

[winters-hysteria]

Hiii

Could you maybe write an nsfw Scott Lang x reader with the prompt 4. Scott tried a new sex position where he tries prone bone and she’s just sobbing moaning and can’t even say anything coherent

And maybe to add to it, It’s a similar situation to the one where she couldn’t cum without clit stimulation, and she surprises him by cumming quickly because of the new position

bitch /aff i fucking love you that you for this idea hskdhbsabk

so to shorten it :

scotty (our lovely lil baby) wanted to try a new position with reader and it just feels so good, reader is pretty much melted. she even cums from just penetration, whereas originally she needed clit stimulation and she ends up surprising scotty (and letting him know he was gonna be doing this a lot more.)

pre-thanos so cassie is lil babey

803 words

warnings: smut (obvi)

nsfw below the cut

"you alright baby?" scott asked, concern lacing his voice as his hands planted on either side of your head, the rest of his body straddling yours.

you were laying on your tummy with your back slightly arched into him, your face pressed into scott's soft warm pillow. you two had asked maggie to watch cassie for the weekend because you two wanted some (much-needed) alone time. you'd stood at the door next to him with one of his arms around your waist and waved off maggie's car until you could no longer see it, giggling at cassie's small hands stretching out the open window.

the second it was no longer in view he pounced on you, locking his lips with yours. he pushed you out of the doorframe and slammed it behind the both of you, using his entire body to pin you to the door a couple seconds later. you let out soft moans as his hands grabbed everywhere they could, letting out a whine of "scott!!" when he palmed your breast through his your t-shirt you wore. the sound of his name falling from your plush lips drove him absolutely feral, only breaking the kiss to rip his and your shirts off.

he practically dragged you to the bedroom, throwing your smaller frame onto the soft bed. he followed soon after, kicking off his jeans and crawling on top of you. his lips had found your neck, the soft whines you'd been letting out developing into loud, needy moans.

he'd canted his hips up into your core when he heard them, tightening his grip on your hair. he whined, really whined- into your ear, causing your eyes to roll back and your spine to arch.

his hands had travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of your gray cargo pants, undoing the buttons and yanking them down as fast as he could. he had to pause for a moment at the sight of your black panties. they made him nearly want to bust right then and there, but he had something he wanted to try before he did.

he slipped his fingers underneath the black fabric, pulling it down slowly and reveling in the sweet sweet sounds slipping from your lips. he could hardly wait any longer and made quick work of the rest of your clothing before using a strong hand to force your thighs apart, ring and middle finger running along your soaked slit, earning a long, drawn-out cry from you.

"that good, huh?" he smirked from between your thighs, turning into a giggle when you lifted them and squished his head.

"shut up and fuck me, scotty." your exasperated (albeit very turned on) voice floated down to him.

"aw, no asking nicely?" scott pouted mockingly before you raised yourself on your elbows and glared down at him. he'd never tell you, but seeing you give him that look made him impossibly hard.

"scott i swear if you don't fuck me right now i will get up out of this bed and go stay at maggie's." you huffed.

his eyes narrowed. "you wouldn't."

you moved to get off the bed. "i would." rolling onto your tummy and reaching for your shirt, you put one foot on the floor before being stopped by scott climbing back up onto the bed, on top of you.

"i wanna try something', okay?" scott whispered in your ear, and a heavy blush painted across your face as you nodded.

"okay."

and that was how you ended up here, face pressed into the pillow while scott slowly thrusted above you, drawing out small huffs and whines from his throat.

"can i go faster? please?" the desperation in his voice stoked the fire in your lower belly even more, had you mewling and whining in response as his hips bucked faster and harder into you, relishing in the loud incoherent cries you were letting out.

"that feel good, baby? yeah? you fuckin' love this, don't you? god, you're such a good girl. yeah, yeah, my good girl."

his eyes were closed in concentration. "mm, gettin' close, honey. gonna fuckin' fill you up so good."

he let out a loud groan of your name as he came inside you, riding out his high while you sobbed in pleasure beneath him. listlessly murmuring while you felt that coil in your belly start to tighten. your whines got gradually louder until it snapped, surprising both you and scott as you clutched at the sheets and cried out from beneath him.

"jesus christ. did you just cum?" he whispered in shock, staring down at your trembling form, breathing heavy and deep. "fuck, honey, that was hot. oh my god. we are so doing this again."

your only response was a quiet whine that sounded vaguely of a "yes."

[hel-phoenyx]

Domhildr belongs to @soupedepates, Oli to @thal-ent and Meili to @azeler, Kaizarz (mentioned) belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Okay.

Maybe almost fainting in front of Domhildr as she was getting out of her shift was a bad idea.

For my defense, I didn't expect my body to react so strongly to just the amount of energy needed for digestion. Like I know I haven't slept in a week, but still, feeeling that dizzy right after eating ? Did I really not take care of my body properly ?

Point is she didn't let that slide. Like, at all. As soon as I was on the ground she called Meili. She never calls Meili, usually. And then while waiting on him she warned Oli she wouldn't be back tonight, for what ? I asled myself in the middle of my dizziness.

The result is we're currently at my home. It's morning after. And I've never heard that much noise in my kitchen before, even when Kaizarz was there and hellbent on finding my sugar and sweets stash to make us hot chocolates.

When I woke up, it was noon. I am so late on the thesis. Yet, I can't get out of bed. Why ? Because Meili is right next to me looking at me with those military officer eyes. The kind that say "obey orders or I'll kill you".

Not gonna lie, I've never done well with orders. I wanna get up and come back to my desk just to see how he will react. But my body isn't answering to me anymore. I can't even lift my head.

Meili squints seeing me awake.

"Don't you dare move."

I smile. Gods, the amount of energy needed is astounding. What the fuck is this sudden weakness ?!

"Or what... you're gonna pin me to bed ? Go ahead... I'm still stronger that you..."

"Clearly not in that state, and don't make me tie you up to the bedframe."

"Didn't know you were into that..."

His grimace is awful. I probably should have closed my big ass mouth. Why is it than when I'm tired I don't have any filter anymore. I almost told Kaizarz I loved him last time, goddamnit !

Anyway, I better shut up before I say something I regret. Meili looks pissed enough.

"Don't you dare start that gay shit with me, Tyr. You're fucking exhausted, you need to rest. Domhildr is whipping something in the kitchen for you, and Oli is trying to choose a movie we would all like."

"Damn... Since how much time are they trying ?"

"Three hours. We almost reached a consensus, so be a dear and don't ruin this for us."

When do I ever. But I'm too tired for this. And if I move a muscle, Meili is getting out the whip, anyway, I see in in his eyes. You can take a man out of army, but never army out of man...

Bed is too comfortable anyway, and my limbs too heavy. I wouldn't be able to move even if I really, really wanted to.

The second reason is that I won't have time. Domhildr just stormed in the room, a tray covered in food in hand. She made hamburgers with double steak and eggs, and fries on the side. Mine is covered in curry sauce, my favorite.

"Still think you're an heretic for what you made me do to those poor hamburgers, she shouts while putting the tray on my nightstand. But you needed meat, and red, bloody one."

"How I like it, huh..."

"Yeah, you fucking cannibal. How you like it, just for you. I'm letting you wake up while Oli chooses the movie, but after that, you're eating, and you're not moving out of bed for the day even if I have to climb you."

I smile again.

"This is the second weirdly erotic threat I've gotten today. You know you can tell me if you guys have an orgy planned later, I won't mind..."

"Oh, shut up, you bonehead, don't you dare joke in that state. Do you know how much I was worried about you ?"

Oh. She looks genuinely upset. Did I say something bad ? Did I do something bad, maybe ? I don't know. I just feel bad, all of a sudden.

".... Sorry."

"You better be. Hiding how little you sleep, how much coffee you drink, and when I go in your room I find a whole stash of beers clearly not here for partying ? What the fuck are you doing to yourself, Tyr ?!"

She's teary-eyed now. Oh. Did my current physical state affected them that much ?

"Sorry, really. I didn't want to worry you."

"Then start by not doing worrying things ! I thought I had to call Kaizarz to bring you to the hospital, AGAIN !"

Well. I guess that's why she's upset. Last time they had to do that, last time Kaizarz had to bring me to the hospital, it was the time of the accident. I still remember his eyes full of tears when i woke up from coma, his attempt to make me promise I won't ever put myself in danger like that, ever again.

I guess some things never change.

I lift my hand. Pinches her cheek. Shit, she's crying now. What did I do ? Why can't I do things rights ?

"I'm fine, Domhildr. Just lacking sleep. I promise."

"None of us believe you, Tyr, and that's coming from me."

That was Oli. They finally entered the room, with a movie case in hand, while Meili turns on the television on the wall. She doesn't look as angry as Domhildr does, or as judgemental as Meili's, but her eyes are full of worry, and unexplainable sadness.

Weirdly, those are the ones that hurt me the most.

".... I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that. Please. Just recover."

He sighs. Sits down next to me, gives the case to Meili.

"A Ghibli, is that okay with you ? We settled on Spirited Away."

"Fine by me. Sorry for making you worry."

They take my face between their hands, look at me long and hard.

"Tyr. We are your friends. Of course we will worry."

"Now just eat, and don't mind if I eat burgers in your bed, says Domhildr while climbing next to me. I really don't wanna make you move or be away from you for the next ten hours. And I don't have a shift today so I'm ready to be there a long time."

Oli takes my other side, and Meili brings closer my desk chair to sit next to us. All of us now have plates on their lap, and the heat of their bodies is relaxing my muscles.

I didn't want to worry them. They shouldn't have to worry about me.

But I can still enjoy this, right ?

[chicknstripz]

omg what about “Can you play with my hair?” with Hunter 🥺

∘₊✧ [[ Chronic ]] ✧₊∘

Synopsis|| Hunter helps the reader deal with both her pain and her internalised guilt. Word Count || 1073 Tags || Chronic Pain, Dealing with pain, Guilt, Acts of Service, Fluff, Feels, Fem!Reader, References to reader's hair length

Sometimes, just sometimes, you wished you were normal.

The low ache that greeted you as you woke was familiar, expected even, the hours of sleeping on a hard mattress having ravaged your poor body. The low pillow was no better, the twinge of pain as you turned to one side making you inhale a breath. You knew that if you stayed like this it’d get worse, the ‘bed rest’ further stiffening your form until the smallest movement became impossible, but moving? Well that seemed an insurmountable peak on mornings like this, the incessant throb making you slam your eyes shut.

“Another pain flare cyar’ika?”

There was no hiding your pain from the man who shared your bed. Not only was he a soldier, familiar with the lingering pain that could follow an injury, but he was familiar with you - his months of experience telling him you were having a bad morning. Stars. You hated that Hunter to deal with this, hated that he was stuck with someone like you! You knew it was stupid to think such things, that he loved you for all that you were - including your health struggles, but the guilt was so strong sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like a burden.

“Yes”

He placed his palm between your shoulder blades, the barely there contact making your heart skip a beat. Stars! When did he learn the exact level of pressure you could tolerate? It felt like he’d known forever, the slow sweep of his palm spreading warmth across your aching back.

“I’ll get the medpack.”

You tried your best to make a grab for him, the dull ache elevating to a sharp stabbing sensation as you pulled at tense muscles.

“Please don’t.”

“But you’re in pain”

“We’re low on supplies as it is, please don’t waste any on me.”

You could cut the silence with a knife, his pained expression just about killing you as you turned your head toward him.

“What’s this really about Mesh’la?”

The endearment melts your heart, cracks the guilt just enough that you can whisper your worries to the morning air.

“I --- don’t want to be a burden.”

His hand drifts upward, tracing the line of your spine. He applies just enough pressure to ease the ache in your muscles, the radiant heat of pain replaced by the soothing heat of his touch.

“Your needs will never be a burden my love, no matter how complex they become.”

You scoff despite yourself, the sickly feeling of despondency settling low in your gut.

“You deserve better then to care --”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?”

He trails off, the sting of his voice soothed by the palm of his hand. He’s not angry. Can never be angry. He knows everyone deals with pain differently, has seen how hard it can hit Echo despite his best efforts to remind his vod that he’s a highly capable soldier. He also knows it’s hard to watch people who don’t live with pain go about their lives, to watch the other couples as they dance from place to place with barely a care in the world. But it isn’t what he wants! He wants this! For better, worse, and everything in between, his exhale slows as he curls his thumb into the hollow beneath your ear.

“I don’t mean to be harsh with you, but I hate watching you beat yourself up over something you can’t control. You’re everything I ever wanted. Strong, capable, beautiful, caring -- the mere thought that you might end our relationship because society labels you as less able? It terrifies me --”

He swallows hard, the sound audible despite the low hum of the engines.

“--you’re the only thing that keeps me going sometimes.”

The confession hits hard, the ache in your shoulders replaced by the hollow ache in your heart. You’d been so caught up in how you felt about your pain, your guilt, that you hadn’t thought about how it might affect others. It takes all your effort to turn, the mere action of lifting yourself on one arm taking more than usual, but it’s worth it to look him in the eye - the rich depths of his brown eyes warming you from the inside out.

“Oh Hunter, why didn’t you tell me.”

“Seems you’re not the only one who has trouble articulating your feelings.”

You laugh, grateful for the support of his muscular arm as he laces it beneath you.

“Big words for this time of the morning.” 

He gives you one of his famous looks of displeasure, the light that danced across his eyes, the only thing that gives away his hidden amusement. Dry humor had become the backbone of your relationship, the teasing back and forth allowing you to explore your feelings for one another. It was, perhaps, your favorite thing about this relationship, followed closely by his deep need to keep the smile on your face.

“Then perhaps I should show you how I feel instead”

The kiss is slow and lazy, a heady sealing of your lips that takes your breath away. You imagine that he can hear the frantic beat of your heart as he gathers you to his chest, and can feel the warm buzz that coats your frayed nerves with soothing heat. The way his fingers tremble against the back of your neck only adds to the sensation, his touch-starved nature slipping through as he peppers revenant kisses from the corner of your lips to the shell of your ear.

“Now, Is there anything else I can do to make you feel good ner karta?”

“Can you play with my hair?”

“Your wish is my command.”

Time slows as he cards his fingers into your hair, the sensation of his fingernails trailing along your scalp drawing a pleased moan from your lips. This was, perhaps, your most treasured of intimacies. The quiet sound of his breath in your ears, the thrum of his heart against your chest, and the rhythmic flow of his fingers allowed you to relax - to be you again - to pack the pain into a box so that you can go about your day in relative peace.

“Hunter?”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in his chest as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“You don’t need to thank me, just feel good.”

And you do, you do, your morning so much better now your sweet partner has chased your fears away.

[spicy-melon]

Stresses and Sorries

Dark x DA!Reader, GN

implied DA reader/reader with memories from WKM?, and i sorta injected my own canon into it

(sorry if that isn’t your cuppa tea, but a dude has to have some self indulgence sometimes right)

warnings: past trauma, Dark gets angry and yells, negative intrusive thoughts (from both reader and Dark), mutual pining (the idiots /aff), couple of suggestive lines

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The manor was chaos. It always has been, having 40 plus people living in the same place, no matter how large the mansion is. Now add in how —well— unique those people are, and it's a recipe for disaster. One that often left you scrambling, trying to keep fires out of one room while yelling and screaming could be heard in the next. But, hey, at least you weren’t ever bored. And you didn’t have it nearly as bad as Dark did.

Speaking of the entity, you happen to pass his main office hastily making your way to your next destination in the house. His door was uncharacteristically slightly open, and you sneak a glance into the room.

He’s at his desk, elbows on the table, and hands balled together almost like he’s praying. But the pained expression you see on his face, eyes closed and eyebrows twisted up in a way that —

You can’t lie, you’ve had some less than pure thoughts about him, even before that fateful night. But with so much drama and tension, and how occupied he was by whatever Marc was doing that week, you decided to push your feelings down, for his sake and yours. Mostly his, if you were being honest. You had a suspicion they weren’t exactly reciprocated.

“Hey,” You knock gently on the door while you fully open it, giving him a soft smile.

The entity did nothing but open his eyes and allow his expression to calm for a moment. A quiet sigh left his lips as he repositioned his hands to rest on the table as he lifted his gaze to you.

“You ok, Damien?” It still made your heart warm that he allowed you to call him by his old name when you were alone together. Almost made it seem like the old days when the two of you would stay up till ungodly hours studying together. Like the snake bastard had never—

“I am.”

Please just go away, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Are you sure? I was just passing by and saw how stressed you looked —”

“There is a reason my door is usually c̸l̸o̷s̷e̷d̶,” He must have said that louder and sharper than he intended, because his eyes immediately filled with regret as he sees you flinch slightly. A blink-and-you’ll-miss it flash of cyan came from his form as his statement echoed loudly.

Goddamnit.

You tried to cover up the hurt with a smile, “Ah. Well, if you need anything, you know how to get my attention. I’ll just go back to —”

“No,” and the room filled with red and blue sparks for a few seconds, and he rolled his shoulders and adjusted the cuffs of his suit, “Please, sit. I need to talk to you while you're here.”

You shut the office door as dread filled your stomach. Making your way towards the chair placed in front of his desk your mind started racing. Did you do something wrong? Was some of the paperwork filed incorrectly? Were you being fired?

You sat timidly with eyes looking up at him, questioning him silently as a deep sigh came from his side of the desk.

“I’d like to apologize for my behavior as of late. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

You deserve the world. More, if it could be given.

You blink a couple times in the silence, not wanting to interrupt as he continued.

“Not having any clue what that bastard is up to the last few weeks, Wilford running amuck more than usual even for him, Bim with his unusual requests… I’m sorry, it just…” He trails off, sighing once again. He looks at you with something you don’t think you’ve ever seen from him, at least in this form: vulnerability.

“Hey, I understand. We all get overwhelmed sometimes. I just wish sometimes you’d let me help, y’know? … Or at the very least talk about it, let me in and —”

You freeze. Part of you wants to almost laugh at the irony of what you just said. Something about those three little words bring back a flood of memories. A void, red and blue flickers, a corpse, a promise.

If he could take it back, he would in an instant. He wasn't in control of himself.

He cringes lightly at the words, too. It was a long time ago, but the events of that night still took a toll on you both. He’s never truly expressed how sorry he was, he didn't think he could with words.

“Just, if there’s any way I can help— take over doing some tasks, be an ear to talk to…” continuing your thought as he rolls his neck once again. You try and make a joke to ease the tension as you gesture towards his neck,”…hell, give you a massage if that’s what’ll help, I’ll do it.” You say lightheartedly with a small chuckle.

He smiles a bit, “That’s… very sweet of you to offer all of that. Thank you.”

What did he do to deserve you, you wonderful thing?

“Of course. Remember back in university when we were studying for —oh, what was it? I think it was Junior year — finals? I started mindlessly combing through you hair and you were out like a light.” The both of you laughed quietly, reminiscing about a time long ago, another life that should have been.

“You do have a certain magic touch, dear.” He says through his light laughter, rubbing the back of his neck subconsciously remembering the feeling of your hands.

Your body makes a decision to get out of your chair and walk around to Dark’s side of the desk. This startles Dark a bit, as he turns towards you in his chair and looks at you quizzically before you make your way to your destination behind him.

You stand there for a moment, suddenly feeling aware and self-conscious about what you had chose to do. Your hands start with his hair, taking the fringe he now sports and running your fingers through to slick it back to the rest of his hair. He slowly shifts backward, giving you a better angle to work. Once all the pieces that hung in front of his eyes joined the rest of his hair, you gently raked your fingers through it.

Repeating the motion, you feel his body slightly slump under your touch. As you get into your own hypnotic rhythm, you end up switching between massaging his scalp and shoulders. You even start to hum an old familiar song, one that you knew he’d recognize and would help calm him.

He hurt you. And yet here you are, little monster, trying to help a monster like him.

As you finish the song, you can feel most of the tension has left him under your hands. You find yourself pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head before you even realize what you’re doing. You step back, “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what—”

He swivels around to face you and sees the slightest bit of flush adorning your face. It was the first time you got to see his expression since you had started and he looked… at peace. You didn’t, however, see the moony look beaming in his eyes.

“There’s no need to apologize dear, however adorable you are doing so,” he gets up from his chair to stride to where you ended up from your embarrassment. He meets your eyes and looks at you for a moment before gently placing his hand on your face.

And you don’t pull away. Everything he is, everything he’s become, and you don’t pull away.

He leans down to kiss the top of your head, right where you had done it to him moments before, “There, now we’re even,” he whispers through a smile, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

You look up at him and you think your lungs have forgotten how to breathe. Both meeting each other’s eyes, you find yourself quickly glancing down at his lips and back up again and leaning subtly closer to him.

He finally breaks what feels like an eternity of silence, so quiet you can barely hear the words fall from his lips “Can I kiss you?”

You give a small nod as your stomach fluttered, afraid your voice would fail you if you tried to speak. He leans down and captures your lips with his.

It’s the most gentle kiss you’ve ever received and you melt into it. He tastes like mint and static and just… him. It feels like everything is right about it, pieces falling into place. Like it was meant to be in every other universe, and this one just caught up.

He should have done this a long time ago.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3402

a few things and then a rant.

i went to the eye doctor today, to see (ha) them about my retina and my recovery from eye surgery. it's going well, and i'm glad that it's going. i thought it more or less stopped, but the doctor says that you just gotta trust the process, and if there's anything i've learned from watching videos of artists and artisans doing their thing, it's to trust the process. so i am.

they dilated my eyes - both of them - so i couldn't drive immediately after. which was fine, so i took a break for a while in my car and left just before my therapist called, who i talked to on my way home. we talked about the week i've had and things i've noticed this year around the season as it's the first time i haven't been in school or preparing for school at the holidays and how that's making a difference in how i feel.

the timing worked out perfectly for that conversation; i hung up about a minute out from home. and then mom and i went to look for fabric and then my back started hurting and the rest of the afternoon was kind of miserable.

we stopped at the farm shop and picked up some eclairs because i'd been craving them, which was really nice. and then we went home and i was still in pain, so i grabbed the heating pad and went upstairs to lie down and use the heat on my back. i ended up napping after using it for a while. i did shut it off before i fell asleep, though.

i woke up to the smell of onions and a call for dinner. i helped get the table ready for us and got things out and put things down and all sorts of stuff. dinner was good. and after dinner, i helped bring up the boxes of christmas stuff and then take out the leaves from the table. my back was still hurting. eventually i had to stop and i laid down on the floor to try to get it to stop hurting, which worked for a bit.

i really hope my back doesn't hurt tomorrow like it did today. today was pretty miserable because of it.

and now for the rant.

tl;dr: i'm grumpy about money.

i'm really tired of working at the school. i really want to quit. it's frustrating that i can't, though, because i have too many bills to pay and i don't make enough from one job so i have to work three to make ends kind of meet as well as be able to eat and afford gas. it sucks. why does this have to be so fucking hard.

i hate being broke. because i was sick for a bit, it kinda fucked my finances for a long time. so my goal is to not get sick. and to not be out of work. like i could use an injection of two thousand dollars and that might help me recover - the buffer i used to have is completely gone. and so is the money i was given to fix my car. i used it to catch up after being sick.

but then i also have doctors appointments to pay for, and come next year i have to pay for my health insurance as WELL as my doctors appointments, and on top of that and gas and food and my credit cards that have been maxed out because i had to live a few years back without pay for a few months, AND my student loans, im fucked. i don't even spend that much on things that i "don't need." like i have netflix and i have prime and i have a few news subscriptions, but all of that totals less than $50 a month. that's my smallest credit card payment.

but i have to get gas and i have to eat and even though im bad at eating regularly i still try my best. it's frustrating because most of my priorities are fucked in the first place, because i know i need to have such a significant amount set aside for my loans every month.

this is why i think university should be free.

there is absolutely no reason for me - and so many others, for that matter - to be shackled with debt to get a good education simply because we are poor. debt is punishment for being poor. high interest rates are punishment for being poor. lack of access to healthful food is punishment for being poor. and it doesn't help that it gets compounded onto by poor health, bad sleeping habits, and an increased affection of the wealth effect - which is that when money comes in, it gets spent quickly, but it's even worse for poor people because it's not even there in the first place since it goes immediately to paying debts - among many other things.

society and culture in the united states punish people for being poor from the get-go. i'm pretty sure that that's what made me as much of a leftist as i am.

i hate this place. fuck it.

i'm just glad that joel has enough money for what he needs. he also helps support me when i need it and i couldn't be more grateful. he's got good ideas to help me help myself and he's got a level head on his shoulders and i am so so grateful he's in my life because this shit would be fucking miserable without him.

[piece-of-hweat]

MORE LITTLE AKUMU STUFF (NO WAY DUDE!! FINALLY!!)

SPOILERS FOR LITTLE NIGHTMARES AND OMORI!

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Hi. Okay so... um... Here in this post, I wanna talk about which role would fit each Nightmare Kid, simply because I desperately need to organise my thoughts about this AU-

Let's start off with Raincoat!! Okay, Raincoat, she gives off big-sister vibes-- and let's be real, she probably is a sister figure to Six and the rest of the crew. In Very Little Nightmares, she fell to her death because Six failed to kill The Pretender. Oh boy, death by falling because of someone else's mistake? Hmmm, sure sounds familiar… *stares at Mari* So yea! Raincoat will be the "Mari" of the Little Akumu AU! She'll also be the Something, in a sense. Her death will probably haunt Six forever.

SPEAKING OF SIX-- Let's talk about her! Six will be the Sunny of this AU. Not only is she probably extremely mentally ill, but she's also responsible (in one way or another) of quite a few deaths/life-ruinings! Most notably, the "murder" of Raincoat! She'll be forever haunted by all of her actions! Also, I'd like to mention one of the two commonly accepted fanons where Six is the "quiet girl who doesn't say shit", I mean… that checks out as Sunny-behavior right??? And since I can, we can totally just have Shadow Six represent the Somethings! I'm so good at this /lhj Plus she's the implied main character of the LN franchise so--

Moving onto a different topic... you know how like… Mono is Six's bestie… and you know how Basil was Sunny's bestie? Yea, Mono is Basil. I already rambled about the uncanny parallels between the two characters in the previous post (cough cough, besties until one of them left after unfortunate event, the gosh dang dialogue, literally being abandoned by their bestie and having their mental health spiral because of that abandonment, cough cough) ALSO-- Mono will probably be stored away in the AU's equivalent of "Blackspace", not because he had much to do with Raincoat's death, but because he left in a very similar way Raincoat did. And since the brain loves seeing patterns…. I think it's safe to assume that Mono would just not have a nice time.

Moving on, I feel like talking about Runaway!! The Little Akumu Runaway will be based heavily on my RK Headcanons where he's a loud asshole idiot (/aff)-- and you know who else is a loud idiot? KEL!! Runaway will be the Kel of this AU!! Yippee!! I don't really have many reasonings for this role? All I can say is that everyone, including Roku (The OMORI/Six) and Alone hate his guts.

Speaking of Alone, Alone's just gonna be Aubrey. I just imagine both of them to be like... really strong. That's the only reason I have honestly.

Low will be Hero because that's the last and final slot that needs to be filled. I legit have no reason for this other than the fact that Low feels like a older brother person idk dude. Also, I think it'd be amusing if Low is one of the only people who can make Runaway shut the hell up effortlessly, yk?

Aight, that's all I have to say. Buh bye. I might make another post in the near future featuring all of the concept art/doodles of Little Akumu, I just need to MS Paint-ify it.

Okay bye fr now.

NEW AU IDEA JUST DROPPED!!

SPOILERS FOR BOTH GAMES (but I'm sure you guys are chill with it, right?

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For those who don't know me, I absolutely ADORE Little Nightmares and OMORI. They're both such silly games and I love them both dearly... so what if... I combine them? Best of both worlds am I rite?!

I do remember seeing something similar, where Mono took the role of Sunny with a Headspace and such-- But what if Six took up Sunny's role and Mono took up Basil's? (and Mari's too I guess but shhh)

Not only were both Six and Mono best friends before an unfortunate event that tore the two a part, just like Sunny and Basil, but like-- One of my friends pointed out that Mono can totally pull off being a Stranger/Headspace Basil in Six's hypothetical headspace. Like... LOOK AT THESE LINES IN THE BLACKSPACE ROOM--

"I just... I waited so long for you to come back, SUNNY... but... you never did."

THAT. MONO WOULD TOTALLY WAIT FOR SIX IN THE TOWER BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT SHE NEVER DOES COME BACK--

"Even seeing you now... It's hard to think straight. I can feel my heart hurting and I want to cover my face and hide."

Mono covers his face, he of course he'd feel hurt. And of course he can't think straight because he's bi-- /hj /hj IT IS JUST-- IT IS JUST HHHHHHH

Okay that's all I can think of regarding Mono-Basil stuff. Anyways have this thing that I drew for this thing. Ignore that I used Hero's expressions instead of Basil's shhhh

I might call this AU idea "Little Akumu" Tell me what you think of it :D

[co-reborn]

Date Detour

Nagyung x Male Reader

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A/N: So... nakko is so fucking pretty and cute and also hot wtf. Within the timespan of a few hours, I was tempted to write a nakko smut 2 different times before giving in on the third. Special thanks to @worldsover​ for the pics to induce a BFH.

A/N2: Thank you to @gammasnippets​ for the fic title and @existslikepristin​ for proofreading and editing this short piece.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here, babe.”

Your words do not match your actions as you unbuckle your belt in the cafe bathroom stall. 

“Then you should have ravaged me before we left the house.” Nagyung helps undress you. “Instead, you dragged me here in the middle of our date to fuck me.”

“I dragged you here? Yo—“

“Shhh, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I need you in me. I’ve been dripping all day.” 

That you could do. 

You push Nagyung onto her knees and she takes you into her mouth without hesitation. You look down at your pink-haired girlfriend bobbing her head up and down your shaft. Perhaps she feels your gaze and she looks up to you. Her expression is cute, a stark contrast from her lewd action.

But a blowjob isn’t what Nagyung wants. She slows down to focus on unbuttoning and unzipping her pants and you take control with slow thrusts into her mouth. You try your hardest to keep your eyes open as you savour Nagyung’s mouth and tongue, sending endless amounts of pleasure to you.

Seconds later, she gets back on her feet and fully removes her pants. Nagyung hops into your arms and wraps her legs around you. You lean in to kiss her and she meets you aggressively, her tongue immediately finding yours as they begin to duel. 

In such a tight space and with such close contact, your dick brushes against Nagyung’s pussy. To say she’s dripping is an understatement since she is soaking wet. You lower her onto your cock—an action you’ve become familiar with over the past few months—and begin to thrust into her tight dripping hole. 

The sudden surge of warmth and fullness in your lower bodies never gets old for the both of you. You don’t have the time nor comfort for soft, passionate love making with Nagyung. She made it clear what she wants and you aren’t going to deny her a hard pounding and a quick journey to orgasm.

Sounds of flesh-on-flesh action quickly fill up the bathroom and you don’t care if anyone hears it. You push the black cloth choker on her neck up and dive down to plant a hickey there. Nagyung finally begins to moan freely. Her beautiful voice goes straight into your ears, giving you motivation to fuck her harder. 

You’re done marking your girlfriend and you pull away to admire the purple mark on her neck. You tighten your grip on her firm butt and quicken your thrusts, causing Nagyung to shut her eyes at the sheer pleasure.

“I’m going to, ah, I’m going to cum!”

You feel her walls tighten around you and her body trembling in your arms. “That’s it babe, cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

Nagyung tenses up for a second before pleasure takes over her. As she buries herself into your neck to muffle her moans, you remain hilt deep inside her, indulging in her warm pussy clenching around your length.

You slowly let her down and she rests against the door. You lift up her top to grab and suck on her small tits while waiting for her to catch her breath. She plays with your hair while you fondle her chest, and when you hear her panting stop, you step back and bend down to put your pants back on. 

However, Nagyung stops you. “You haven’t cum in me yet.”

She turns around and presses her chest against the door. Looking back at you, she licks her lips and wiggles her butt. 

In the blink of an eye, you are back inside Nagyung’s pussy, pounding away. Grip on her waist, you pull her back in tandem with your forward thrusts, getting as deep into her as you can. She is much more sensitive due to her earlier orgasm and she squirms each time. One of your hands reaches up to her chest to squeeze her soft flesh and pinch her hard nipples. 

It doesn’t take long for you to near your own orgasm. You probably would have fucked Nagyung before leaving the house. But no, this is a date for Nagyung, a day to do whatever she wants. Turns out she had sex on her mind too.

“Cum inside me. Fill me with your cum. I’m safe today.”

You toss your head back and tighten your hold on her. Your thrusts lose their rhythm as you desperately chase your pleasure and push yourself over the edge. 

You keep yourself buried deep inside Nagyung, releasing your endless streams of hot white cum into her. She lets out a deep sigh and nuzzles back into your chest. Turning around, she softly kisses you, which you promptly return. 

You and Nagyung head back to your table. She downs her full cup of coffee and you look at her in surprise. 

“Come on, finish your drink up quick.” She leans closer to you and whispers, “I told you, I’m safe. I want you to fill me up over and over again today.”

[scarlet-sky4]

Phoenix - Chapter 4

Pairing: Soldier!Baekhyun x Doctor!OC AU: Zombies Genres: Romance, Thriller, Action Warnings: Violence Chapter word count: 5.7k

Baekhyun and Seri are an unlikely pair, united by their struggle for survival amid a global crisis. Faced with a deadly disease that turns people into ruthless monsters, can the soldier and the doctor make it out alive?

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Baekhyun stopped the car in the middle of a large forest. He was convinced it was safe to spend the night in this spot. The car was hidden from view since he had parked it on a deserted hiking trail. Bushes and trees separated it from the nearby street.

“You want to stop here?” Seri asked, staring into the darkness with worry swimming in her eyes.

“Yes. Our supplies will last until tomorrow and then we’ll arrive in Sokcho anyway.”

He appeared tired and not in the mood for discussions, so Seri bit her lip and kept her concerns to herself. Baekhyun had proved his capability and experience while they had fought themselves through Seoul. If he thought it was better to continue their journey tomorrow, then so be it. She no longer had any reasons not to trust him. Baekhyun was on her side, considering her safety. He wasn’t like the people in her former group. Not in the slightest.

They shared a small dinner in the car and then Baekhyun fetched two blankets from his backpack. He handed one to her, and after locking the car doors, they transformed the backseat into a makeshift bed, reclining it. They awkwardly lay next to each other without touching, struggling to find a comfortable position. Their legs were too long to fit on the reclined seats, but they had to make this work somehow—it was only for one night. Seri rolled on her side and watched Baekhyun’s outline in the darkness. The sounds of the nightly forest were unnerving. Constant rustling, the howling of the wind, and noises she couldn’t identify reached her ears. What if zombies roamed this forest? They hadn’t seen any so far, and the next town was far away, but…

Maybe she shouldn’t think about this.

Seri pulled the blanket up to her ears, still wearing her jacket. A shiver shook her body. “It’s so cold,” she whispered and blew hot air on her freezing fingers to warm them up. “Do we have an extra blanket in the trunk?” she asked hopefully.

“No, unfortunately not,” he answered and watched her as he contemplated something. “Come closer. It’ll help.” He raised his blanket a little and motioned for her to lie right next to him, but she hesitated because it was hard to shake off her old habits.

“Is this appropriate?” she blurted out.

“Who cares? Don’t tell me you would rather freeze. This isn’t the time to act proper, doctor.”

He was right. Moreover, they had slept in one bed before, maybe not as close as now, but still. She avoided his gaze as she crawled under his blanket and put hers on top of it. His body heat surrounded her once they were huddled up to one another under the blankets. He draped his arm around her back, hugging her. It was awkward at first for both of them. Baekhyun wasn’t sure how to hold her and ended up putting his hand on her shoulder blade while her face was pressed to his collarbones, head tucked under his chin. She breathed in his scent and felt the firmness of his well-trained body. He was tense like her, and for a while, neither of them spoke a word.

Until she broke the silence because she sure as hell couldn’t sleep while surrounded by this heavy and thick tension that had manifested.

“It feels better like this,” she told him.

“You stopped shivering. Do you think you can sleep now?”

“Yes, I’m exhausted after the long walk today. Goodnight, Baekhyun. Get some rest, we’ll need it tomorrow,” she smiled and let her eyes fall shut. Once he relaxed, she became more comfortable and gave in to the sinking tiredness that weighed on her limbs.

“Sleep well,” she heard him say moments before sleep claimed her.

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Seri felt warm when she awoke the following morning. Her eyes remained closed for another while as she basked in this delightful feeling of belonging and safety that had become a rare treat in this cruel world. Her nose was pressed against the collar of Baekhyun’s jacket, hands resting on his chest. Their legs were linked as well. Seri couldn’t remember the last time she had allowed someone to get so close to her. He had earned and deserved her trust. Moving away never crossed her mind—if it weren’t for their plan to head to Sokcho, she would have no qualms about staying like this all day.

Her lashes fluttered. The first rays of the sun broke through the treetops and reached through the car windows, tickling her skin. It seemed like the rain had ceased—hopefully, the weather would stay warm for another while before winter arrived… Seri shifted and propped herself up on her elbow, gazing at Baekhyun’s sleeping face. His arm lay on her waist and prevented her from getting up. It didn’t matter; she was just fine where she was and used the opportunity to take a closer look at her new companion. The soldier looked oddly vulnerable. While asleep, the harsh lines of his features softened. The dark shadows underlining his eyes had disappeared. For a moment, she considered touching his silky black hair but discarded the idea. It was better not to overstep any boundaries. He probably wouldn’t appreciate being touched like that while asleep. She wouldn’t either.

Seri caught movement from the corner of her eye and stiffened. Her blood froze in her veins as she slowly raised her head and gazed through the rear window. They were not alone. Absolute terror overcame her. Standing right there, on the other side of the glass, was a person. He stared at her with an odd glimmer in his eyes—how long had he been waiting there, watching them? Had they locked the doors? The trunk? Where did he come from? They were in the middle of nowhere!

She gasped. The stranger’s jacket was torn and on his shoulder, he sported teeth marks covered with dried blood. The area surrounding the bite was blackened… The disease was festering. To her horror, he still seemed sane enough to understand what was happening to him. His hand touched the window, leaving a bloody smear. Opening his mouth, he rasped a quiet, “Help me.”

Her eyes watered in sheer horror. The disease took over rapidly. It ate away at his sanity and stole the last pieces of his humanity. She couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t help him. Never had she felt so utterly useless. Her panic rose when a terrifying hungry sneer stretched over his lips. Finally, she broke out of her frozen state and grabbed Baekhyun’s arm, waking him up.

“Baekhyun, we have to leave! Hurry, please!” she spluttered, causing him to shoot up. He flinched away from the window, automatically reaching for the baseball bat they had stashed behind the seat.

“Fuck, where did he come from?!”

“I don’t know!”

He muttered another curse when the monster violently banged its fists against the window. Unfortunately, the ensuing noise lured in five more zombies who emerged from the forest. Their teeth clacked when they found their prey, and they started to run. Adrenaline rushed through Baekhyun’s veins as he processed the situation. He acted fast. Jumping over the gear shift, he sat in the driver’s seat and turned on the engine.

Meanwhile, Seri couldn’t move at all—she was petrified in fear. The zombies reached the car, pounding against the windows, trying to break them. They were strong enough to accomplish it. Cracks formed on the rear window. Soon, it would give in.

The car lurched, and she fell on her side. Baekhyun accelerated without warning. They shot over the hiking trail, the zombies wailing as they followed the car. Their faces appeared like those of rabid animals, void of reason and identity.

Baekhyun steered the car back on the tarred road where he accelerated further, leaving the terrifying scene behind. When they rounded a corner and trees obscured the view, Seri tore her gaze away from the window, collapsing on the backseat. The loud roaring of the engine drowned out any other sound. She gazed at the blankets under her hand and tried not to think about the moment that had scared her half to death. The blue fibers blurred. A salty drop rolled down her cheek.

She didn’t know why she cried now of all times. Maybe it was reasonable after what she had been through. She had held the tears in for weeks, and now she burst like a water balloon. The outbreak drove her to the edge of what she could take, and her pent-up frustration was set free. She had become a stranger in a world she was supposed to know. Every morning, she woke up to a new terrifying predicament, but this one had outdone everything… They weren’t safe anywhere, and letting down their guard could be fatal. This wasn’t how she wanted to live. This wasn’t how she could live.

She rubbed her eyes. Her lower lip didn’t stop quaking, and her face flushed. After a few minutes, the blurry outline of Baekhyun’s face came into focus. The car had stopped and they had left the forest and their pursuers behind.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked. Hidden somewhere under his expressionless façade were insecurity and hesitancy. He sat next to her slouched form, reaching out his hand and touching her shoulder. The unexpected gesture spurred her to move. She sat up and scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his mid. Her face was squished against his chest, tears wetting the fabric of his jacket. The initial stiffness of his body remained unnoticed by her as she sniffled quietly. After a second of hesitation, he reciprocated her embrace and placed his hands on her back and head.

This was the kind of human connection she needed to stay sane. She was so grateful she didn’t have to be alone anymore. How rare was it to find someone like him in this world? She closed her eye. One last tear slid down her cheek. Then, she lay in his arms and just breathed.

“You’re safe. They’re nowhere near us,” he murmured. She nodded but did not budge. Her head stayed on his chest. It moved with every breath he took, and she found it easier to relax by adapting to his breathing pattern.

“When I woke up, this guy stood behind the car and stared at us through the window. He asked for help,” she explained. “But the transformation happened so fast... I’ve never seen it myself.”

“I have, and it’s disturbing. RABV-12 is insanely aggressive, it turns people into monsters from one second to the next,” he scowled. Bitterness and regret dyed his voice as his eyes stared into the far distance. A memory of the past resurfaced. His lips curled in response.

“We shouldn’t have stayed the night here. I misjudged the situation, and for that, I’m sorry. I should have known better,” he added after a long pause.

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t expect anything to happen either. It’s not like we’re close to a town,” she answered softly. Her voice was muffled by his jacket.

“I hope things will look brighter when we reach Sokcho.”

“Me too. We should move on now,” she said and untangled himself from him. Her hand brushed her messy hair in an attempt to make herself look more presentable.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

She cracked a smile. “Actually, no. But talking to you always makes me feel better, so thank you for listening.”

“Anytime, Seri.”

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It was late afternoon when the tall buildings of Sokcho appeared on the horizon. The sky was gray and cloudy, giving the city an ominous appearance. The closer they got to it, the harder it was to dodge obstacles on the street. Cars had been left behind, large trucks raided and some vehicles seemed to have burned out after accidents. Baekhyun needed to avoid them which slowed them down. They saw zombies too, and Seri freaked out a little every time one managed to reach the car.

She gazed out the windows and took in the scenery, looking out for threats. While this town wasn’t as large as Seoul, it was still big enough to get lost if you didn’t know your way around. Thankfully, Baekhyun had a good idea of where his friends might be, so he followed the street signs as they drove through Sokcho.

They passed apartment buildings, companies, and stores. The latter had been ransacked, windows destroyed and doors kicked in. It reminded her of Seoul. She’d hoped that this place wasn’t as affected by the outbreak, but she had been wrong. It was just the same. Chances were high all cities in South Korea looked like this…

When they passed the city center, the sound of the engine drew zombies out of their hiding spots. They chased after the car, forcing Baekhyun to accelerate.

“Fuck. If I still had my gun, this would be so much easier,” he cursed, eyes narrowing at a zombie who jumped out of an alley right in front of them. Baekhyun tried to dodge, but the car was too fast and collided with it. The zombie hit the windshield and was flung over the car. The vehicle swerved dangerously. Seri didn’t turn to look at what had happened to the zombie. She just clutched the car door and prayed they would lose their pursuers.

“Do you know where we are?” she asked, clenching her teeth.

“Yes. Our destination is only one street away,” Baekhyun said and glanced in the rearview mirror. “But these fuckers just don’t give up.”

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Grab your weapon. As soon as I stop the car, you’ll get out and follow me.”

She blanched. That didn’t sound like a great plan, but what other choice did they have? “Okay,” she sighed and grabbed her baseball bat, mentally preparing herself for the inevitable. The car took a sudden turn and they briefly left the sight of their pursuers. It swerved into a smaller street where Baekhyun stopped the engine.

“Get out now!” he barked and left the car. They ran down the street. She had no clue where they were going, but since he had a plan, she followed him blindly. Baekhyun’s eyes were set on a particular building—it had gray walls and looked like a regular condo building.

Seri glanced over her shoulder and saw the zombies swarming the abandoned car. They weren’t following Baekhyun and her yet. Since the duo needed to get out of sight quickly, Seri and Baekhyun ran faster and made it to the front door of the building at record speed. It was open, the lock broken. The pair slipped inside and let the door close behind them. Only then did they allow themselves a little break to catch their breaths.

“I think we lost them,” she panted. “Is this the place you wanted to check?”

“Yeah. Now we just need to find Sehun’s and Chanyeol’s apartment.”

“If we check the nameplates, it should be easy.”

He nodded. It wasn’t hard to determine on which floor the soldiers lived, so they took the staircase and climbed up the steps. The tiles were smeared with blood and dirt, but at least no zombie was within sight. They didn’t hear any sounds at all—the building seemed to be deserted. Seri wasn’t sure if this was a good sign…

On the third floor, they followed a long hallway lined with doors. One of them was broken down and the apartment empty but all others were locked. Baekhyun stopped in front of one particular door labeled with his friends’ names, knocking and calling out to them. When he received no answer, his hope waned. What if they were dead? What if they had left? He gritted his teeth and swiftly decided to kick in the door.

“Get back,” he told Seri before he delivered a powerful kick that forced the door open. The loud bang it created made her flinch. She looked up and down the hallway, but they were alone. No zombies or survivors were within sight.

“I’ll go in first. Wait here,” he said and cautiously entered. At this point, Seri wasn’t surprised to be ordered around again. It was a habit he couldn’t shake off.

Seri leaned against the wall next to the door and waited for his return. However, the house wasn’t as deserted as they had thought it to be, and the noise had drawn the attention of someone. A lone shadow approached her, his steps silent like those of a feline predator.

By the time she saw him, it was almost too late. She ducked and narrowly evaded his hands as they tried to grab her. Her experience once again saved her—she switched into survival mode and went on the offensive. Seri’s fist shot towards his stomach, but he stopped it, holding it in a bruising grip. He was strong.

The stranger’s eyes glared at her while she tried to free her hand. It didn’t work, so Seri did what she had been taught by her former hapkido teacher. She twisted her lower body and raised her leg so fast that her opponent had no chance to dodge. Her boot collided with his ribs. He gasped and his grip loosened enough for her to pull her hand away.

Seri held her fists in front of herself, finally getting a better look at him. He was wearing a military uniform that looked just like Baekhyun’s. The name stitched on its fabric was Park Chanyeol—one of the people they were searching for.

“Wait, stop! I’m on your side!” Seri yelled and dodged his next jab. He slowed down, giving her the chance to explain a bit more. “I’m with Baekhyun!”

Hearing that name from a stranger’s mouth caught him off guard. He stopped mid-swing. Seri jumped out of reach, just in case, and didn’t let him out of her sight. Alarmed by the noise, Baekhyun returned from the apartment, and he didn’t like what he saw.

“Park Chanyeol! Why the fuck are you fighting my doctor? What kind of rude greeting is that?”

Chanyeol’s eyes went wide and his head snapped around. His jaw dropped. He looked like he saw a ghost. “H-Huh? Your doctor? Wh—BAEKHYUN?” he spluttered, struggling to swallow his surprise. “What are you doing here?!”

Baekhyun crossed his arms, his expression gradually darkening like the sky before a storm. Seri was not the only one who noticed this. Chanyeol cleared his throat and panicked.

"Why don’t you apologize first?” Baekhyun added after a short silence, and Chanyeol’s eyes widened even further if this was even possible. Realization flickered over his face.

“Of course, how rude of me,” he said and straightened his back. “I’m sorry about this. I thought you were an intruder and wanted to steal our belongings.”

“It’s okay, I understand. It was just a misunderstanding,” she smiled. The soldier’s awkwardness dissipated when he saw genuine forgiveness in her expression. He heaved a sigh and nodded.

“My name is Park Chanyeol… as you heard just now.”

“I’m Gwan Seri, a surgeon from Seoul. Nice to meet you. Is it okay if I call you Chanyeol?”

“Um… sure?” He scratched his neck, no longer used to meeting people with actual manners. “I’ve never seen a surgeon who kicks ass like you.”

“Did she kick your ass? Really? Damn, why did I miss it?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from behind Chanyeol, and Seri spotted a tall man with black hair that was parted in the middle. He must have arrived moments ago since she hadn’t noticed him earlier. The letters stitched on his uniform read Oh Sehun.

“Shut up! I complimented her,” Chanyeol shot back and stiffened after he heard something unsettling from the staircase. “Come on, let’s go inside. It’s not safe here. Sometimes, zombies find their way up to this floor,” he said and ushered them inside the apartment, taking a long look at the door. “Damn it, Baekhyun, you didn’t have to be so rough with that door.”

“Oops.” A sarcastic smirk stretched over his friend’s face, prompting Chanyeol to roll his eyes. The taller soldier did his best to close the door and used the locks to keep it in place. After he inspected it for a while, he deduced that it would hold.

“This should do it,” he grumbled, but a grin settled on his lips when he turned to face Baekhyun. “I can’t believe you’re here! We thought you were dead, it’s a miracle to see you!”

“Same to you,” Baekhyun answered, mirroring his grin.

“What a day, man. I didn’t expect any visitors. Sorry about the mess,” Chanyeol remarked sheepishly to which Sehun laughed.

“Don’t act like we would have cleaned up.”

Seri curiously gazed around—it looked like a typical household run by men. Everything was messy, and yet the chaos seemed to have some kind of order to it. The flat had two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom. All of them were cluttered with various items. On the kitchen table, she found an assortment of guns and ammunition. She furrowed her brows, wondering why they would put their weapons there.

“Let’s go to the living room,” Sehun suggested. “You’re lucky we went scavenging this morning. We got water and food in case you want anything.”

They entered the living room, and Seri plopped down on the sofa like a sack of potatoes. She was exhausted and glad she could finally let her guard down. There was no reason to doubt Baekhyun’s friends, so she got comfortable without second thoughts. Baekhyun sat next to her and thanked Chanyeol for the water bottles and snacks he brought for them. He put everything on the coffee table and sat on the other sofa with Sehun. The two soldiers had countless questions for their friend and his new companion. Their expressions showed a mix of relief and curiosity.

“How did you find us here?” Sehun burst out. “I remember you were deployed in Incheon. Why didn’t you stay in the military base?”

“Because it got infested by these monsters,” Baekhyun curled his lips in distaste, casting his eyes at the windows, “And there was nothing I could do. I lost my squad to the disease and was forced to run in order not to get infected as well.”

Seri’s ears perked up. She gazed at him with shock written all over her face. This was the first time she heard of this tragedy, and though he was good at hiding his emotions, she found a flicker of guilt in his gaze. Did he hold himself responsible for the fate of his fellow soldiers?

“I decided to search for my family in Seoul, but they were already dead when I arrived... I lingered in the city center for a while because I didn’t know where to go next, and that’s where I met Seri. She patched me up after I got injured and ever since then, we’ve worked together.”

“I’m glad you made it out alive,” Chanyeol said. He gave a crooked smile but failed to hide the pain in his eyes. Baekhyun’s story saddened him, and being his best friend, he could tell that Baekhyun hadn’t come to terms with his loss yet.

“Have you heard from the others?” Baekhyun asked.

Sehun shook his head, shattering Baekhyun’s hope. “No, we don’t know where they are now. If the mobile network or internet servers were still working, it would be so easy to contact them, but we don’t even have electricity.”

“Um, excuse me, but who are they?” Seri asked, having followed their conversation with a blend of confusion and curiosity.

“The other six members of EX9,” Sehun explained. “We were selected to join a special forces team a few years ago and used to work together, but shortly before the outbreak began, we were sent to different military bases. Everyone ended up somewhere else. Take Yixing for example, he’s a medical army surgeon and had to help out in a hospital somewhere in the South of the country.”

“A hospital…” she mumbled, paling. Not exactly a safe place to be during an outbreak. She didn’t share her concerns on the matter, but they must have been visible on her face. “I hope your team members are okay.”

“I hope so too. Sadly, locating them is impossible without any clues,” Baekhyun answered.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Sehun agreed. His eyes lingered on Seri, gleaming with curiosity. “May I ask why you teamed up with our captain?”

Her eyes softened as they darted from Sehun to Baekhyun and back. “He’s the first survivor I met who was kind to me. He shared his food with me so I wouldn’t starve. People like him are hard to find, so I decided to stay with him when he asked me to.”

“He asked you to?” Chanyeol repeated. “Wow, that’s unusual.”

Before Seri could tell him to elaborate, Baekhyun changed the topic, leaving her wondering what Chanyeol had meant. “Where are the other soldiers? Are you the only ones left in Sokcho?”

“Yes. We opted to stay here. The others either were infected or decided to move on since they wanted to look for friends and family.”

“I see, that’s reasonable. I was hoping we could gather a bigger group of people, but maybe it’s better this way.”

“What do you think happened to the rest of the world? I wonder if there’s a country somewhere on the globe that managed to protect itself against the disease,” Chanyeol said and his gaze came to rest on Seri. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you? How much do you know about the virus?”

“I’m a surgeon. Virology and epidemiology aren’t my specialties, so I can’t tell you more than you already know,” she explained hollowly. “What makes RABV-12 so scary is its mortality rate of 100 percent. It’s even deadlier than the bubonic plague. Humanity has never faced such a threat before. As far as I heard, not a single person ever recovered from it. It’s very aggressive, and we have yet to discover its origin… All we know is that it started in South Korea.”

“Right, this has been bothering me,” Baekhyun scowled. “It’s suspicious. I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out to be a bioweapon.”

“I hope that’s not the case,” she whispered and looked down at her lap. The level of cruelty needed to use such a thing was unfathomable. Nothing could ever excuse such an act since it cost the lives of countless innocent people. Especially the older generations had been affected by the virus, as well as people with conditions that require medical care in hospitals. Even a simple illness or infection could now lead to death since antibiotics were hard to find.

“We shouldn’t overthink it. What matters is that we’re safe here,” Sehun said in an attempt to cheer them up. His effort was rewarded with a little smile from Seri. “Our flat might not be an ideal home, but so far, we made it work.”

“Is there even enough space for all of us?” Baekhyun asked doubtfully.

“It should be fine for a few nights. You can sleep in my room if you want, Seri,” Sehun offered, earning a surprised look from the young woman.

“But where will you sleep? I can take the sofa, it’s no big deal.”

“No, no. You’re a guest and a woman, so you’ll get your own room.”

“If you insist. Thank you, Sehun,” she smiled, inwardly looking forward to a comfortable bed. Her back hurt from that horrible night in the car.

The group spent the rest of the day chatting and catching up with each other. Seri learned that Chanyeol and Sehun were both squad leaders. Sehun was her age, and Chanyeol was two years older just like Baekhyun. Their light-hearted jokes and casual banter were the kind of distraction she needed. She found herself laughing and conversing with them like they hadn’t only met a few hours ago. The soldiers inquired about her as well, and she told them about her job, the years she had spent in university and her favorite hobby which was hapkido. To her surprise, Baekhyun had practiced hapkido too before he had joined the military—the additional experience would explain why he fought so well.

As the evening progressed, she grew tired, drowsily listening to the conversation until she nodded off. Her body leaned against the backrest of the sofa in an uncomfortable position. Baekhyun noticed and wrapped his arm around the small of her back, tugging her into his side. Her head slowly fell on his shoulder. She stirred a little, then let out a sigh and relaxed.

Baekhyun watched her fondly, lips quirking up. During their trip, she had grown closer to him in more than one way. Baekhyun’s loyalty needed to be earned since he didn’t give it away on a whim. Normally, it took a long time to gain his respect, but she had impressed him when she had saved his life while risking her own. The moment he had been running and hiding from his pursuers, he had been convinced this was how he would die. He wasn’t one to sugarcoat things; with his injury, he wouldn’t have made it out alive, so he had prepared himself for the inevitable. But then he had heard her voice, and from that moment on, everything had changed for the better. Only a scar would remain of his injury thanks to her.

“Hey, Baek,” Chanyeol said. Baekhyun tore his gaze away from her and glanced at his friend instead. He and Sehun wore suspicious grins. They were up to something.

“What?”

“How did you manage to find a girlfriend in the middle of a zombie pandemic?” Chanyeol joked. “You’re not some celebrity who has everyone running after them. I’m surprised your glares didn’t scare her off.”

Baekhyun deadpanned, giving him exactly the glare he was talking about. “She’s not my girlfriend. We’re friends.”

“With benefits,” Sehun laughed but fell quiet at the warning glower he received.

“No. We don’t have time for distractions.”

“Oh, come on! You can’t tell me you’ve been with her for a week and nothing happened!” Chanyeol’s disappointed sigh was somewhat amusing, at least enough to make Sehun smile. “I’m surprised because you look close.”

His voice was too loud, prompting her to mumble something in her sleep. She changed her position, grabbing Baekhyun’s waist for support and snuggling up to the welcome source of warmth. Chanyeol’s brow raised.

“Look! There you have it!” he whisper-yelled and pointed at her arm. “That’s so cute! She’s girlfriend material.”

Baekhyun’s face darkened. “Don’t get any ideas.”

Sehun grinned and elbowed Chanyeol. “I think the captain’s jealous already.”

“I’m not jealous, Sehun,” he retorted in a tone of voice that could be described as threatening. “Why would I be? As I said, we’re friends.”

“So I can flirt with her from now on?” Chanyeol prodded, wearing the biggest knowing smile.

“No.”

“Oh, okay… We’ll see how long you can stay friends with her, Baek.”

“I’m betting one week,” Sehun said.

“That’s fast. Hmm… you think he’s such a big simp for her?”

“Sure. Look at how tightly he’s holding her, and she’s so clingy too. I have no clue how she can sleep next to him, though. Imagine how annoying a relationship with someone like him would be,” Sehun whispered back. “He’s too commanding. Always orders everyone around.”

“Don’t act like I can’t hear you.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “If we were on duty right now I would make you run twenty laps.”

“You just proved my point!” Sehun laughed and Chanyeol cracked up at Baekhyun’s sour grimace.

Their conversation got too loud again. Seri stirred, grumbling in her sleep. Nobody could make any sense of her mumbling, but Baekhyun deduced this wasn’t a suitable place to sleep. It was too loud and she also would have a sore neck in the morning if she kept this up. So he moved his arm under her legs and secured his hold around her back, picking her up.

“What are you up to now, captain?” Sehun smirked.  

“Putting her to bed of course, since you’ll wake her up with your nonsensical conversations.”

“Putting her to bed,” Sehun repeated, hardly containing himself. He ended up wheezing and hitting Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“What an honor to be tucked in by the captain himself.” Chanyeol muffled his laughter with his hand. “He’s getting soft.”

Smoldering brown eyes burned holes in their heads while Baekhyun passed them, clicking his tongue in annoyance. If they thought they could mock him, they had another thing coming. He didn’t see any issue with taking care of a friend—because that’s what he considered her to be. Why they reacted so childishly was beyond him.

Her head lay on his shoulder and her breath tickled his neck. Holding her in his arms felt comforting. She was still very light although they had done their best to find an adequate amount of food. Baekhyun made a mental note to pay attention to her eating habits. She should eat enough to stay healthy.

He pushed the door open with his foot and carried her inside the bedroom where he put her down on the sheets of the bed. A blanket was draped over her to keep her warm. He shut the curtains and left her alone so that she could rest undisturbed.

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Author’s Note: Baekhyun telling himself they're just friends is hilarious to me. 😂 Did he convince you or not? At least Sehun and Chanyeol seem skeptical. 😌

Please leave a comment before you go. I would love to hear what you think about BaekRi's developing relationship. 🥺🥰 See you next time! Jess

PS. My Spellbound readers can look forward to a spicy update this weekend. 😏

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beaux rêves: Ep 5 - Evaluation

ITZY Yeji x Male Reader

Word Count: 3063 words

Categories: smut, handjob, edging, daddy kink, spanking, office sex, little bit of degradation, assistant! yeji

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“...and I guess that’s all for now, keep up the good work Chaeryeong!” You said to a red haired woman, one of the interns that is working under you.

You were the leader of the Marketing Team in IT’z Company, a brand that is well known all over the world for being pioneers in multiple fields. You knew that it was a big role to have and a monthly intern evaluation is one way for you to keep the quality of the team and the work. There were four interns in your team and all of them have been doing a fantastic job. You were definitely proud, already thinking of asking the higher ups on an incentive raise because of their hard work.

“Thank you, sir!” Chaeryeong said, giving you an adorable smile before getting up from her seat and heading towards the door of the interview room.

“Oh yeah, Chaeryeong?”

“Yes sir?”

“Please call in Lia for me.”

“Alright sir.” Chaeryeong and her warm smile left the room, leaving you and your assistant alone.

“They’re doing so well!” Your assistant said while analyzing through the files containing the evaluations of the interns.

“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna give them a raise.” You replied back while preparing the file for the last intern evaluation.

“Have you finished the powerpoint for our meeting tomorrow?” You asked.

“Yes, I’ll send the powerpoint to you after this.”

“Great! Thank you so much, Yeji.”

“O-Oh, it’s...it’s nothing really. I’m just doing my j-job as your assistant.” Yeji blushes furiously, unable to hide it from you who just smiles at her cuteness.

“Hey, don’t be so shy now! You helped me out a lot with my work, so I need to give you a reward sooner or later.” You said, making Yeji look towards you with a look of certainty in her eyes.

“A reward?”

“Yeah, it could be anything you want. As long as it’s not that expensive.” you said, laughing.

“Then…” Yeji moves her seat a bit closer and suddenly caresses your thigh, moving her lips near your ear.

“I want you, daddy.”

“Woah, Yeji! H-Hold on,” You flinched away immediately, almost choking at her words.

“T-This is h-highly inappropriate for w-work.”

“But da-”

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door, making you quietly sigh in relief.

“O-Oh! Come in.” You said.

The door then was opened by a woman in a light peach long sleeve top with a plaid vest covering it. Her brown hair draped over her shoulders beautifully, letting you focus on her attractive visual. As she entered the room and closed the door behind her, you and Yeji watched as she slowly walked over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Sit down please, Lia.” The woman reacted by sitting down on the black office chair.

“How are you today?" You asked first.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Lia answers, giving you a smile after.

“Glad to hear that. Alright then, let’s start with the evaluation.”

As you go through the questions one by one, Yeji is beginning to grow frustrated. Biting her lips, she began playing around with her pen constantly. Her brain suddenly thought of an idea that was risky, but pleasurable at best. Her left hand slowly slides over to your crotch, making you widen your eyes. You eyed her, silently telling her to stop with your slightly angry gaze. But, Yeji replied back with a smirk and mouthed something with her lips.

“My reward, daddy.”

Her fingers move towards the zipper of your pants and open them, revealing the center part of your boxers. You were panicking, your eyes went all over the place as you listened to Lia's answers to your questions. To avoid suspicion, Yeji also asked her a few questions as she started to pull out your hardened cock from your boxers.

“Sir? What’s wrong?” Lia asked after hearing you gasp because of your exposed cock.

“Uhh, n-nothing! L-Let's continue.”

“So, did you encounter any problems with our clients recently?” Yeji’s fingers wrap themselves around your cock.

“Hmm, let me see....”

Your ears were trying their best to hear Lia’s answer as Yeji started stroking you softly under the table. A lot of precum was already being made on the tip of your cock due to the thrill of being stimulated by her hand in front of your intern without her noticing it. She collects your precum and spreads it all over your shaft to lube it up. You wanted to moan so hard, but there was still work to do.

There were a few questions left, so Yeji’s handjob won’t last for long - something you were both thankful and disappointed in. She opens up a file and pretends to be reading it as she sped up her strokes, making you grit your teeth underneath your lips. When you ask Lia a question, Yeji will slow down her strokes. But once Lia is answering your question, she picks up her pace, making it harder for you to keep your sense of professionalism.

A burning sensation suddenly came into your stomach, signifying that you were going to orgasm soon. Just as you were about to reach your peak, Yeji stopped stroking you in an instant, letting your cock throb violently as you felt your load slowly going back into your balls. You faked a cough instead of moaning as a way to relieve the intensity that you had earlier. Lia was nothing but naive the entire time, diligently filling out a form that you gave to her as the last part of the evaluation.

After a few minutes, Yeji starts her handjob once again, this time you were even more sensitive as you already feel your orgasm building up slowly once again. Lia finishes up her form and gave it to you who was struggling to keep calm. Meanwhile, Yeji was smirking to herself as she continued her hoax of reading the files while keeping a steady pace of her strokes on your shaft.

“Sir, are you okay? You look sick…” Lia said in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, are you okay?” Yeji asked as well, feigning ignorance that she was the reason for the droplets of sweat forming on your forehead.

“I’m j-just feeling...a little l-lightheaded, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll t-take some medications l-later.” You replied as Yeji fondled your warm balls.

“Oh yeah, sir?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for taking me home last night.” Lia’s words made you confused at first, but you instantly remembered that you gave Lia a ride home yesterday because her car broke down.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. Others would’ve done the same.”

“If you’re free sometime, maybe I could...treat you to dinner?” Lia said in a somewhat flirty tone while biting her lower lip hungrily.

“Uhh, sure I gu-AHH!” You shouted in pain due to Yeji squeezing your balls as jealousy filled her brain.

“Sir?!” Lia was about to stand up before you raise up an arm as a hint that you’re fine.

“What happened?” Yeji places her hands on your shoulders after wiping off your precum on your pants to show her concern.

“M-My leg cramped...It’s a-alright now.” You said while quickly putting back your cock into your boxers and zipping back your pants.

“Anyways, we’re done now with the evaluation. You’re doing a great job, keep it up Lia!” You said after writing out a few more words on the evaluation papers.

“I will, thanks sir!” Lia’s eyes turned into a crescent and her lips formed an adorable smile.

“Don’t forget about our dinner! I’m looking forward to it. Take care now!” Lia said, flashing her signature eye smile at you before leaving the room.

You smiled and proceeded to organize a few things on the file while Yeji stared at you with her eyes filled with lust and jealousy because of Lia’s flirty behavior.

“Daddy-” Yeji was cut off by you suddenly standing up while taking back all the files on the desk.

“My office, five minutes.” You said coldly before exiting the room.

Four minutes later, Yeji was now in front of your office. She was nervous about what's gonna happen to her. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door three times.

“Come in.” Yeji opened the door and was greeted by you sitting on your chair with your back turned towards her.

“Lock the door.” She does so and stands in front of your desk with her hands in front closed together.

You let out a big sigh and stood up from your seat to face her. Your mind was only thinking one thing: punishment.

“Bend over.”

“What?”

“Bend over.” Your tone was a bit more aggressive this time, making Yeji shiver and immediately bending over the desk with her hands flat on the surface of it and her back arched.

“Giving me a handjob during important work, squeezing my balls and edging me,” You said as you walked slowly then stopped on her left side.

“Daddy’s going to punish you baby.” You whisper into her ear, widening Yeji’s eyes.

Not wasting anymore time, you yanked her skirt and drew it up to her waist, revealing her round ass and a blue thong that was covering her crotch. Squeezing her soft cheeks with both of your hands, Yeji bit her lips as she was turned on by your dominance, her pussy starting to leak out juices. You traced your fingers over her clothed pussy, feeling a wet spot already formed.

“Wet already? What a naughty slut you are.”

“Yes daddy, I’ve been so naughty. Please punish me daddy!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You spank her right cheek hard, emitting a loud sound that vibrates around the room.

Yeji shrieks in pain and pleasure as you give two more slaps on both her right and left cheek. Her ass beautifully ripples on each slap, hardening the tent that was beginning to form in your pants.

“That was for giving me a handjob while I was working.”

You crack your knuckles, preparing yourself for the next set of spanks on her butt. You lifted your palm at a decent distance before bringing it down to her bottom hard and fast. Three more similar slaps came quick after, each landing perfectly on both sides of her buttcheeks. Yeji tries her best to keep her moan from coming out of her mouth, not wanting anyone to notice what was going on inside your office.

“That was for squeezing my balls.”

Her cheeks were already turning red due to your smacks, so you let her rest for a while by squeezing them gently to heal a little bit of the stinging pain. With your left hand holding her hips, you lift your free hand further than before, aiming to spank her harder. The right cheek was your target, so with a deep breath, you smack them as hard as possible, prompting Yeji to flinch violently and letting out her first moan.

You made up a set in your head - two on each side of her cheeks, five times. As your smack begins to increase in power, so does her moan being louder after each one. On the third set, you rubbed her butt once again before continuing. Thank god you only had four interns in your team alongside their desks being pretty far away from your office, so you placed a bet that no one could hear anything.

“And this is for edging daddy!”

Your last smack on her ass was the hardest, causing Yeji to let out a shriek and shed a few teardrops from her eyes. Both your right palm and her ass were now sore and painted in a bright red color.

“You okay?” You asked her while squeezing her flesh to relieve the pain.

“Y-Yes daddy…”

“Good, because I have more things planned.”

As Yeji heard you unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, her pupils grew out of excitement, finally getting the reward which was your cock. You let your pants rest on your ankles and placed yourself behind her, letting her feel the heat from your crotch on hers. Quickly discarding her thong by ripping it off of her, you grind your bulge against her damp pussy, not caring how your boxers were getting stained by her juices. Yeji squirmed because of the teasing that you intended to do, and your cock was already hurting because of the restraints that were still on it.

“Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard daddy’s cock has become?” Yeji nodded.

“Too bad that you’re not gonna feel this throbbing inside of you.” Your hand then moved to her hair and grabbed a handful of it, forcing Yeji’s head to perk up.

“So, if you want daddy to fuck you,” You get close to her ear once again.

“...then beg.”

“Daddy please please pleeeeease fuck me! I promise I won't edge you during work ever again. Please daddy, don't leave me like this!" Yeji begged you like her life depended on it.

You loved it. You love how Yeji was under your spell, and that alone is enough to make you aroused. Without saying any words, you pulled down your boxers to let your hard cock free and aimed it at her entrance. Yeji gasped in shock as you forcefully pushed yourself into her warm hole with her juices acting as a lube. She was insanely tight, her walls gripped onto your shaft with an intense pressure as you involuntarily let out a loud groan.

Lust takes over you fast as you grab her hips and start pounding her insides right away at a fast pace. Yeji cried out a few swear words, her pussy was completely filled with your shaft as your thrusts were deep and powerful. You showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon, even though you were blue-balled by Yeji earlier and had the potential to reach your peak early.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to the door. You slowed down your thrusts and immediately closed Yeji’s mouth with your right hand, silencing her moans to hear who was outside your office. The person then knocks on the door a few times.

“Sir? Are you there?” That husky voice behind the door was none other than Shin Ryujin, another one of your interns.

“Y-Yeah, I’m a bit busy right now, w-what’s wrong?” You asked while burying your whole cock inside of Yeji’s tight cunt.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Sure.” Yeji’s body was shaking violently, feeling the fullness of being sheathed by your shaft.

“Alrighty! And oh, should I add extra cream for you, sir? I know you like your coffee thick and smooth.” Ryujin’s words were making you think of something else and your cock reacted by throbbing inside Yeji.

“Oh Ryujin, you definitely know what I like.”

“I’m just doing my job, sir. Anyways, it’ll be ready in about 10 minutes since someone forgot to boil the water earlier.” Ryujin said, clearly talking about Lia.

“It’s fine, take your time!” You then heard Ryujin’s footsteps as she walked away.

A few seconds were wasted on you confirming that Ryujin was gone. Pulling your cock out of her pussy, you turn her around, lift her up and lay her down on your desk after clearing it up. Yeji looked exhausted, due to your shaft being embedded deep inside of her earlier. But that doesn’t stop you from plunging into her depths once again, this time starting off slow.

Your hands sneaked up to her blazer, unbuttoning them to reveal her matching blue bra underneath. Yeji was moaning constantly as your pace began to quicken, but it was quickly muffled by your lips kissing her deeply. Both of your tongues danced along with each other, savoring the moment of exchanging pleasure into your bodies.

“Oh fuck daddy, you’re stretching me out so much!” Yeji firstly said after you broke off the kiss.

“Yeah, you love it don’t you, you slut?”

“Yes, use me as your cumdump daddy!”

“With pleasure.”

With that, you pumped into her as fast and as hard as you could, eager to fulfill what she wanted to be - a slutty cumdump. The burning sensation in your abdomen was felt even more with each thrust of your hips. Yeji’s moans were encouraging you to the max as she was also reaching her own peak. The lustful look in her eyes, silently begging you to cum inside her, it was finally all too much for you to take.

“I'm gonna cu-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you exploded inside her, all the muscles in your body flexing as you sent your warm and thick load into her tight hole. Yeji followed soon after, gushing all of her juices onto your cock and staining the desk. Your legs shook harshly as your orgasm was a big one since Yeji edged you earlier and eventually, your body fell on top of her by the end of your orgasm.

You stayed there for a while, exhausted after releasing every last drop of your cum into her pussy. Yeji smiled and gently pats your head to calm you down from your high.

“Thank you daddy.”

//timeskip//

Lunchtime arrived and you decided to grab a quick one with Yeji at a restaurant near your office. As you both were eating your meal and talking about some work-related topics, you felt a weird sensation in your body.

“Oppa,” Yeji said.

“Yeah?”

“This is just a dream, isn’t it?”

Silence filled the air.

“What are you talking abo-”

When you blinked your eyes, you were suddenly transported to a place full of nothingness. It was black all around you, with fog surrounding the floor. Eureka hits you in an instant.

"I've lost it."

Your legs automatically move to search for that pathway. The pathway that leads you to another dream. As you continued to run towards it, it felt like you were going around in circles. The scent that you're familiar with was gone as well.

Exhaustion came to your body as you stopped running and panted heavily. All hope was lost, you thought. You were never going to experience that dream ever again.

A ray of light suddenly appears in front of you and a familiar voice could be heard.

“Wake up!”

Blink.

[writerpeach]

Never Safe For Work

Dreamcatcher Gahyeon x m!reader

word count: 14k

The long-awaited return to the Dreamcatcher Office series

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Universally, it went without saying that nobody in their right mind liked Mondays, for obvious reasons. But Tuesdays? Those were the real fucker. 

The beginning of the work week always started the same way. Monday mornings were nothing but meetings, meetings, and more meetings. So that meant Tuesdays were not just four days left to endure, but time spent dealing with the aftermath from those endless hours of time spent discussing problems, budgets, and other mundane matters—time that could have easily been spent working on more crucial responsibilities.

Each hour passed felt longer than the previous one. Every minute dragged on as if it would never end. 

Early morning hours were the most troublesome part of the day to get through, weighed down by never-ending tasks daunting for an entire team, let alone one person. Not that the rest of the week’s schedule wouldn’t be any better, always filled, with the following day more hectic than the last one.

While the weekend seemed so out of reach, somehow you mustered up the energy to tackle your responsibilities, but even the simplest task felt difficult to do before your regularly scheduled trip to the vending machine and a refill of coffee. Equipped with a hot mug, alongside your second headache of the day, you sorted through dozens of emails about new projects from your bosses, other clients, and business partners. And just when you finished one task, another would be assigned to you, another plate to spin, another fire to put out.

Despite how early it was, you needed a break—caffeine wasn’t doing its job properly, so maybe you needed an extra dose, a shot of espresso from the fancy machine in the break room that you never touched for fear of breaking it. But before you could even get out of your chair, before you could stretch your arms, a loud knock at the door interrupted your countless thoughts. 

Great. 

Almost nothing good came from a knock at the door before noon. Usually, your superiors would call your office when they needed something, but when they needed to show up in person—that was when you were doomed. So, with dreadful anticipation as to which boss would further ruin your day, you waited for the door to open, half expecting flames to appear on the other side. 

But when the door creaked open and the figure standing in the doorway did not sport a pair of devil horns, you let out an enormous sigh of relief that it was only your assistant, Gahyeon. It wasn’t that she didn’t cause problems of her own, yet at least she wasn’t here to chastise you about an impending deadline or shove a brand new project to your already massive pile of work.

"Good morning, boss,” Gahyeon said as she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her mouth twisted into a less than genuine smile. 

“You look pretty busy.” Nothing she could have said would be more obvious other than calling water wet. With a heavy sigh, you glared at her and tried to keep your annoyance in check. Given the evident stack of documents on your desk, you couldn’t afford to waste any time today. 

"You’re late, Gahyeon. Once again. It’s half past ten, and you were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

Upon entering the office, Gahyeon shrugged without a care in the world, but at least had the courtesy to shut the door so you could reprimand her in private. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?” 

That annoying smirk on her face made it even worse. You wouldn’t have been so annoyed with her if she hadn’t done this during one of the busiest weeks of the year. Nearly three months had gone by since you promoted Gahyeon to fulltime and made her your personal assistant. Essentially, it was the same job but with increased responsibilities and higher expectations, but you were beginning to regret it when she fell back on old habits. 

“Well, I’ve done all the heavy lifting already since you couldn’t bother to show up when I actually needed you. There’s not much left to do right now. Go get some coffee or something.” 

“But I don’t like coffee…” Gahyeon pouted, always finding an excuse to fight back against even the smallest command. 

With the last of your worn patience razor-thin, you resisted the urge to snap at her while rolling your eyes practically out of your head. There was little you wanted to deal with right now, but if she was here, then you’d find some purpose for her. "Then go get something else to drink, Gahyeon. Just be back here within five minutes."

As Gahyeon left the room, you took a deep breath and rubbed your temple. Having such an unreliable assistant just added more stress, especially when she often had to be micromanaged at every moment. Your one hope would be that Gahyeon took her new position more seriously and became a valuable asset to the team, rather than a hindrance. The last thing you needed was someone to babysit. 

Trying to put a dent in your many, many emails, Gahyeon returned with a bottle of fruit juice in hand, plopped down in a chair in front of your desk and took a sip, an unnerving smile etched on her smug features. She wiped her mouth, leaving a lipstick stain on the bottle as she placed it on your desk. 

"You look like you could use a break, boss," she said in her usual cocky tone. Again—nothing had been more obvious. 

“I could always use a break,” you replied, raising an eyebrow while you looked up from your monitor. “But that’s not a luxury we have. There’s a lot of work to be done, and not enough time to do it.” 

Growing more frustrated, you looked back at your monitor, then back at Gahyeon, who hadn't moved aside from continuing to sip her fruit juice. You took a good look at her—with everything going on, her outfit hadn’t caught your attention until now. When Gahyeon was an intern, you would typically ignore it as long as her attire didn't deviate too far from the office dress code, but now that she held a place on your team, there was an expectation to dress more professional. However, every day she showed up she seemed to wear something that the higher-ups would consider wildly inappropriate. 

“Gahyeon, what have I told you about your work attire?” 

“What’s wrong with it?” Gahyeon looked down at her outfit, puzzled as if she wasn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary. Which, if it were up to you, would be fine—but even if you didn’t make the rules, it was your responsibility to make sure that everyone who worked underneath you followed them. 

“Do I really need to answer that? A skull tie, ripped stockings, and those boots? This is a professional environment, Gahyeon,” you said, letting your frustrations all out. “And you’re expected to dress as such. You’re not that clueless intern anymore, you’ve moved up. You represent this company now, so when I ask tasks to be run and our clients show up and see you like that—”

“But I like the way it looks…I like being comfortable.” 

Like always, Gahyeon missed the point, and you could feel the throbbing ache in your temple again. 

“Gahyeon, do you think I like wearing these stuffy collared shirts? Or these boring, constricting ties? No, I hate them, but I deal with it.” 

Before continuing, you let out a deep breath. “I don’t ask for much. Just that you show up on time and wear work-appropriate clothing. Yet you’ve failed to do both today. When I decided to hire you, it was because you promised me that you would take this position seriously, but if you won’t—then I can easily find somebody else who will.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down, boss. Tomorrow, I’ll wear one of your ugly little ties. And high heels. I promise.” 

“Just be professional.” 

“Aren’t I always? I’ll wear my best outfit. You won’t even recognize me.” 

Gahyeon wasn't the same intern she was a year before, despite her sometimes acting like it. You had a feeling she would come around eventually, she just needed a little push in the right direction. 

“So…is there anything I can help with, boss?” Gahyeon asked, even if it was a bit too little too late. 

After a long pause, she leaned against your office desk, looking around at cluttered reports, financial documents, endless proposals, and worst of all—an entirely too empty coffee mug. Out of frustration, you laughed—because what didn't you need help with? 

“Everything,” you said, slumping back in your chair. “I need to finish looking over these reports so I can have them sent to Minji. I’ve got weeks of expenses that need to be tallied up so Siyeon can reimburse me. There’s a video meeting with our new business partner in an hour and I haven’t even begun to prepare for it yet. And on top of that, every time I take a sip of coffee, my inbox keeps filling up. I just—” 

Letting out a sigh of defeat, your voice sounded more and more strained. To make matters worse, Gahyeon hopped atop your desk, interrupting any chance to finish more work. She crossed her legs before reaching forward and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

“Boss, you’re stressed. And your muscles are so tense. It sounds like you need a massage. Do you want me to give you one?” 

“That’s not what I need, Gahyeon. I just need you to help me look over these reports.”

“But that’s so boring,” she whined, pouting those sultry lips in disappointment. Having little energy left to endure her presence, you could feel your headache coming back. 

“That’s why it’s called work, we’re not at a theme park. You asked what I needed help with, so this is what I need help with. Maybe after we finish, then you can give me a massage.” 

Gahyeon wasn't pleased with your response, as evidenced by the look in her eyes. Refusing to sit idly, she lifted herself up off your desk and slid onto your lap before you could say another word, swinging her legs over to one side, so the weight of her generous butt rested on your thigh. But she couldn’t help but fiddle with your tie, flashing a flirtatious glance in your direction.

“You smell good, boss. New cologne?” Gahyeon asked, leaning in much closer until her face became mere inches from yours, with her seductive lips dangerously close. It became impossible to avoid her gaze, and you were inclined to lift her petite frame anchored on your lap. However, it didn't really matter because fighting Gahyeon's charm was a hopeless battle.

“I don’t wear cologne. But you need to get off me, you’re being a distraction.” 

Gahyeon didn’t care—rarely did she ever, with the only goal to get whatever she wanted. “Take it easy boss, you’ll pop a blood vessel. A little break won’t hurt, will it?” 

“If I had time for a break, I would take one.” Whenever Gahyeon lingered around, you only grew more and more frustrated with each passing second. 

“There’s always time for a break…” Gahyeon said, always refusing to make work a priority. “Maybe you should take a short one, boss? It’s not good for your health if you keep this up. Besides—isn’t this what you hired me for?” 

Your brow furrowed in irritation, before finally letting out another sigh. “No, I hired you because you showed what a good worker can be. Which I’m starting to believe was just a mistake, and I should let you be an intern forever.” 

Gahyeon chuckled, her demeanor unbothered. “But you like having me around. We both know you didn’t hire me just for my work skills…” 

She wasn’t exactly wrong. When Gahyeon wasn’t being a thorn in your side, you enjoyed her company, and if you had to admit, it was nice to have a pretty face show up to your office first thing in the morning—when she actually showed up. 

“Gahyeon, please get off me. Once I put a dent in this work then I’ll take a break. I promise.” But as expected, she didn’t budge, stubborn as ever, and kept playing with your tie. 

“But I think you should take a break now…” 

“Gahyeon—” 

“I get it, work comes first. But so should my boss,” she smirked, taking advantage of your compromised position. You had no response.

“So you wouldn’t want me to give you a nice, sloppy blowjob under your desk? I shouldn’t get on my knees for you and wrap these pretty little lips around your thick, delicious cock?” 

You swallowed hard. Gahyeon knew how to make you crumble, no matter how tough you tried to hide your weaknesses. She knew better than anyone what exact words to say and when to provoke you. If only she put as much effort into seducing you as she did in putting off her obligations. 

But your lack of any protest was the closest thing to an answer as she loosened up your tie and positioned herself into a proper mount on your lap. “I wanna make you cum, boss.” 

Her words sent an electrifying tingle up your spine. “I wanna make you cum in my mouth, so I can swallow it all. So you can watch me swallow your huge load. Come on, boss. I’m dying to suck your dick.” 

When your assistant practically begged, it was hard not to cave in. Your heavy workload could wait, because you couldn’t avoid those tempting eyes any longer. And if anything—it would be the best way to silence that mouth. 

“Then get on your fucking knees, slut.” 

Gahyeon’s devilish lips couldn’t smile any wider. Quick to comply after you uttered her favorite word, a word she no longer pretended to protest against, she used those same lips to deliver a greedy, deliberate kiss, before wiping her lipstick from your mouth.

“Since when do you care about lipstick marks?” 

“I don’t, boss. I’d just rather see my lipstick at the end of your cock.” 

There it was again, that annoying sly grin as Gahyeon removed herself from your lap, and lowered to her knees. She then maneuvered into the space underneath your desk, nestled perfectly between your legs. 

“Anything for you, boss.” Not one to hesitate, Gahyeon unzipped your pants with an intense desire to please you, eager for what waited underneath when she felt up your crotch. Faster than your next heartbeat, she yanked your slacks down, letting them drop to the floor in a heap, and your boxers fell to your ankles moments after. 

Gahyeon might have been a lot of things: unmotivated, a complainer, habitually late, but if there was one thing she was an expert at, that would be taking your mind off work. So you watched while she grabbed your cock, and slapped it on her pretty face, all while maintaining that seductive smile that screamed I’ll do anything. 

But it had all fallen into place far too easily. “Are you sure you deserve to suck my cock?” 

Refraining from saying much more, Gahyeon frowned and answered with deft strokes as she pumped your cock with a tight grip. 

“I’ll convince you, boss.” 

Her eyes sparkled with determination, widening even more when she admired your shaft, before she teased it with her wet tongue and licked along your length. 

If you had to admit one weakness, it would be Gahyeon’s lips; so pouty and full, kissably soft and always ready to go down on you at a moment’s notice. When they made contact on your swollen cockhead and planted several wet kisses, there would be no holding back, you had fully given into temptation. 

But there would be no guilt about letting your assistant suck you off in your office for the umpteenth time, because as Gahyeon suggested—it was just part of the job. 

So without interruption, you let Gahyeon do what she did best. She continued kissing your cockhead and created a path of tender kisses all the way down to your base that warmed your shaft with her hot breath as she did so. “You’re so hard, boss…” 

Only Gahyeon could be blamed for that.

“Need to get this down my throat. I’m so hungry, I haven’t had breakfast yet,” Gahyeon murmured as she licked her lips, and gave your stiff cock a proper tongue bath, followed by bouts of kissing your cock that gave as much attention as she could. Ultimately, it was the look in her eyes that turned you on more so than the sloppy licks she gave your cock, but her unwavering eye contact and growing desperation while on her knees more than helped persuade you. 

“Then stop teasing me, Gahyeon,” you said, shooting her a look that demanded she comply. Surprisingly, she did just that—after one more long lick up your length, her sexy lips parted, and swallowed up the engorged head of your cock. From that moment, you melted into your office chair when Gahyeon sucked your tip, and her head bobbed in a hypnotic rhythm while her delicate hands caressed your bare thighs. 

“There you fucking go,,” you muttered, almost too loud for comfort as any tension in your body began to fade. Gahyeon wrapped those pretty lips around your cock and created a tight suction that instantly made you groan as she worked her magic. Using those perfect plump lips to suck on your swollen head, she only let go of your cock to flick against your leaking slit, then nudged down further to the base to take more of you in her warm mouth. 

“Mmm, you’re so delicious, boss. I’ve been waiting for this all morning,” she moaned, as she slapped your cock against her wet tongue. You knew her intentions went deeper than just your personal wellbeing, but you never should have fought back against this—and if anything, Gahyeon’s mouth on your cock should be part of your morning routine. 

That pretty mouth felt better the deeper it went, using all the tricks she had stored—spitting on your dick, hollowing her cheeks, and fondling your balls until your entire length ended up buried down her throat. 

“Fuck, Gahyeon—just like that.” With a deep groan, your gaze fixated on Gahyeon’s bobbing head, as you savored the intense wetness of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and the wonderful warmth of her throat. The messier she got, the more tension from your body dissipated, and soon you felt lighter than a cloud, as both the stiffness in your neck and shoulders subsided. 

Gahyeon, like she had candy in her mouth, sucked on each of your balls while she furiously stroked your cock. From there, her sloppy mouth swapped between your tender sack and your stiffened cock, giving equal attention until she doused each part of you with as much warm saliva as she could. 

In that instant, when your throbbing length filled her throat, her greedy lips remained balls deep, with her cute nose flush against your stomach. Lost in her piercing gaze, Gahyeon lips stayed latched onto your shaft, as she took hungry, fulfilling strokes, and had never looked so needy.

But you, on the other hand, needed more than just a wet mouth to satisfy your craving. “Open that shirt up, slut. Need to see those pretty tits.” 

Bobbing her head more frantically, Gahyeon kept her focus on swallowing your cock down her throat, but also loosened her tie up, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Multitasking was only a skill used when she needed it. Her nimble fingers practically ripped open her top, exposing her full, clothed breasts in the black bra underneath, with her skull tie nestled perfectly in between deep cleavage that stared back at you. 

“Fuck, there’s nothing more I love than sucking your cock,” Gahyeon said, filling up her throat with every long stroke, using her talented mouth with more fervor than she ever did before. 

“Doesn’t that feel good? I love hearing you moan, boss. My pretty lips must feel so good on your huge, throbbing cock, right?” 

Another set of painfully obvious questions that you shouldn’t have bothered to answer. “Yeah, Gahyeon. You’re being such a good little cockslut. Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking—

It was hard to finish your sentence when you had your assistant slobbering on your dick, lips hard at work, desperate to prove her worth. 

"Then why aren’t you fucking my throat?" Gahyeon asked, hands gripping your thighs to further add encouragement. You had to ask yourself the same question—but there was no need for an answer, especially after you immediately grabbed both sides of her head, with your fingers tangled up in her pretty locks. 

Fortunately for Gahyeon, it wasn't in your nature to be gentle with her, and she would never want you to be. After staring at her mesmerizing eyes, you shoved her head down your length, thrusting into her mouth until you bottomed out her throat in one fluid stroke, forcing out a gag on the first try. 

Holding her head down, you pumped vigorously into that tight mouth, and Gahyeon gagged once more as the bottom of your length became saturated with lipstick and saliva. Now that the last bits of control were taken away, Gahyeon let out sultry sounds of being unable to manage your length, regardless how many times she had been in this exact position.

“Sorry, boss. You’re just so big for my slutty little mouth.” Gahyeon got off on this part the most, and nothing made her happier than having her throat stuffed to the hilt, being choked with cock as you shoved it down until she couldn’t even breathe. 

More than the thick flesh that gagged her, Gahyeon loved the helplessness that came with being throatfucked, the way her mouth filled with drool, and how it took mere seconds until her once pretty face became an absolute mess with just a handful of harsh thrusts. On your end, you loved ruining Gahyeon’s makeup, as well as making her luscious lips glisten with saliva, because when she walked out of your office with mascara and tears dripping down her cheeks—you knew she had no way to hide the events that had just transpired. 

Yet, for all the many times you gave Gahyeon the rough throatfucking she so desperately begged for, she should have grown accustomed to the harsh way you used her pretty mouth. But you couldn’t say you didn’t love to see her struggle, audibly gag, and drool when your length continuously shoved down her throat. 

After all, whenever Gahyeon was on her knees, she had little trouble submitting to you. In fact, she preferred this, to be treated like nothing but your own personal toy, to use whenever at your own convenience. Without any complaints, Gahyeon continued gagging on your cock, as you continued thrusting your hips into her face, urged by the look on her face. 

“Such a good fucking slut, taking me so well. My pretty little assistant really likes being facefucked, don’t you? And gagging on your boss’s dick?” With her cock-filled throat gurgling on your shaft, slurping and leaking saliva down the corners of her lips as she tried to choke it down, Gahyeon couldn’t exactly give a response. But you could see it in those needy, lust-filled eyes, how much she took pleasure in her throat being fucked without mercy, without consideration for how well she could breathe. 

Only once did you grant Gahyeon a brief respite that left her gasping for air. Unconcerned for anything but your taste, she latched her wet lips onto your balls, and suckled them with a greedy hunger you hadn’t seen before, tasting her own spilled saliva. “I really love choking on your dick, boss. You make me so wet when you force my head down, when you make my eyes water, when I can feel every last inch of this beautiful dick throbbing down my throat…” 

From then, it only got rougher, even messier when Gahyeon sputtered out saliva against your shaft, gagging on your length over and over as she struggled to breathe properly. Regardless of how rough things got, she would always choose the hard flesh jammed down her throat over oxygen, and nothing could deter the lewd expressions she made, nor could it deter your vigorous skullfucking. 

More and more you craved your addiction—the sounds of Gahyeon struggling, the tears in her pleading eyes, the streaks of mascara that beautifully ran down her face, and the harsh tugs of her hair you made when you hit the back of her throat. Equally, Gahyeon craved the way her lips were forced down at the bottom of your base, her mouth wide open and her jaw stretched out. Most of all, you were addicted to the intense feeling of ramming your cock down Gahyeon’s throat, because there wasn’t anything better than the messy sounds from a good throatfuck. 

Gahyeon fulfilled her role well, even if she did little but stay on her knees and offer up her wet throat, dedicated to your pleasure. 

"Fuck, this throat feels so damn good,” you groaned, as the endless echoing noises her messy little mouth made compelled you to be even rougher, causing the final traces of self-control collapsed. “You sound so good choking on this dick. My little slut likes being your boss’s personal fucktoy, don’t you?” 

The way that Gahyeon looked up drove you wild as she answered with her eyes, not only just enduring, but savoring the merciless treatment of her throat, yet getting off more by your degrading words than any actions. 

Just as you felt yourself going insane with bliss and drew closer and closer to that sweet nirvana—there came a knock at a door that interrupted your fun. 

Shit. 

Mild panic kicked in—you couldn’t think straight. You wouldn't have any cause for concern if Yoohyeon or Bora came through that door, they’d even take a seat to enjoy the show and spur you on. But you had to be ready for anyone else who wouldn’t turn a blind eye, regardless if the entire office floor knew you railed your assistant more often than a fresh cup of coffee brewed. 

After you involuntarily released the tight grip you held on either side of Gahyeon’s head, you tried to collect yourself and ran through dozens of scenarios in your head in preparation for whatever possibility would materialize. 

“Don’t fucking move, Gahyeon. Don’t make a fucking sound, just keep my cock warm in your throat, okay?”

Moving back beneath your desk as a quick sign of acknowledgment, Gahyeon tried her best to stay out of sight, and for the time being, kept your cock in her mouth obediently. 

While your heart pounded as you wondered who could possibly be behind your office door, you made your best effort to tidy up your desk, wanting at least something to look presentable. 

“Come in!” you said, after some serious hesitation, and hoped that you wouldn’t be caught with your pants down—quite literally. Moments later, the door to your office opened, and it came as no surprise who stood behind it, the lesser of two evils—Kim Minji. 

“Good morning, boss.” Somehow, you found the courage to look straight ahead while resisting the impulse to look underneath your desk.

 “Morning!” Minji replied back, sporting a bright smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to add to your pile. I come with good news only. Here are our monthly earnings reports. We’re up ten percent from last month, so your bonus at the end of the month will reflect that. Good work.” 

You held your breath when Minji dropped a folder on your desk, and pretended everything was as normal as could be, like you weren’t naked from the waist down with your cock being warmed by Gahyeon’s pretty lips. 

“Thank you, boss. Oh here, I have some reports that you need to look over and sign them.” 

“Of course, I’ll have them back to you by the end of the day.” For all the stress that Minji brought, her smile alone came with a sense of relief, and she was much preferable to deal with than her scary counterpart, Siyeon. 

“Wait, where is Gahyeon? I swear I saw her earlier, did she not show up today?” Minji asked, folding her arms against her chest. 

If only Minji knew your assistant was nestled under your desk. Which of course meant Gahyeon couldn’t help herself. As if on cue, her tongue began to play with the underside of your shaft, and you gritted your teeth to control yourself, but you palmed the back of Gahyeon's head and dug your nails into her skull to prevent anything else. 

“Oh, she’s here. She’s…around. I sent her on a couple errands, so she should be back soon.” 

“Ah, okay. Well, whenever she comes back, send her my regards for a job well done. She’s an official part of the team now, so she shares the credit.” 

“Sure thing, boss.” Minji nodded, turned around to head back to her office, then shut the door behind her. Once she had departed, you took a deep breath, and relaxed back in your chair, with your heart still racing.

“Jesus, Gahyeon. What did I say?” You glared at her underneath your desk, but she didn’t utter a single word. No sooner had you taken your next breath before she snatched your cock back inside her mouth and went back to work. 

“Think you can finish me off by yourself? You want me to blow my load down your tummy?"

Gahyeon had never smiled so wide, nor had as much enthusiasm when she bobbed her head and played with your balls, trying to speed up your orgasm. “Yes, boss! Please let me swallow your cum, I’ll suck every drop out of you.” 

Despite how much she enjoyed having her throat used, Gahyeon also took pride in her oral expertise. So, in the blink of an eye, her movements grew frantic, eager to wring out your load as promised, with every stroke of her mouth bringing you even further to ecstasy.

More than ready to blow your load, you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your core when Gahyeon’s warm, sloppy mouth devoured your cock up, deepthroating from tip to base, with a trail of saliva covering every inch as she slurped the life out of you. 

“Don’t fucking stop, Gahyeon. I’m so close, keep sucking that dick until you make me explode,” you demanded, and she obliged as she sucked with a fervor never shown before, impatiently waiting for you to shoot down her throat. 

Nearly there, your breathing grew heavy, faster with each stroke, and you couldn’t wait to release that deep reservoir of pent up lust Gahyeon had caused. As each pass drove you closer and closer to release, you couldn't stop staring at how her lips swallowed you whole while her eyes kept their focus on you, anticipating your climax. 

Gahyeon didn’t hold back anything, finishing you off with one more long stroke from base to tip, as you gripped the back of her head tightly with both hands, pressed her face down your crotch, and let out a loud groan when you finally unloaded in her mouth. Like a tidal wave, your orgasm hit, her eyes widening more than they ever had when your thick cum quickly overflowed from the messy corners of her lips, the volume of your orgasm simply too much to handle. 

You firmly held her head down, unwilling to let go, all while your dick continued to pulsate inside Gahyeon’s throat, sending more hot semen down, and you spilled everything you had with loud grunts and lust-filled groans. Exhausted and drained of every drop, every ounce of energy, you gasped and panted while releasing the harsh grip you held, feeling the weight of the world lifted. With a messy face and a satisfied smile, Gahyeon pulled away until your cock released from her lips, and opened her mouth wide to let you see the creamy pool of cum gathered up before she swallowed the sticky mess that coated her throat. 

After licking her lips stained with saliva, Gahyeon cleaned up the remnants of arousal that she failed to contain, using her tongue to clean up your crotch so she could fill her stomach more. Only then did she place one more deep kiss on your cock that had yet to stop twitching, and slid her tongue into your sensitive slit, desperate to try to find a drop she hadn’t yet tasted.

“Your cum tastes so good, but I need more, boss, much more. Your delicious cum makes a very good breakfast.” 

“Greedy little cumslut.” Gahyeon giggled in admission as she licked clean the head of your cock. Several deep breaths later, you leaned back in your chair and just stared at her, who kept some part of her body touching yours, lips kissing your inner thighs, delicate hands longing to keep your body warm. 

You were far from done with her, but the workplace would no longer cut it, you needed a more open playground. 

“There’s much more for you later, but you’ll have to earn it,” you said, earning a pout from Gahyeon’s thoroughly used lips, because being told to work for something—even your dick, made her disappointed. Taking some pause, she lifted herself up, stood upright, and took a seat back on your desk, eyes looking around at the stacks and mountains of paperwork that seemed impossible to know where to begin. 

“Now that I’ve relieved some of that stress, what else can I help with, boss?” she asked, not even bothering to button up her shirt. 

“Nothing, Gahyeon.” 

“Nothing?” she repeated, tilting her head to one side. “But I thought you had a lot of work to finish…” 

“Yeah, I do. Piles of it, as you can see. But since you got me so worked up, it’ll have to wait,” you said, shamelessly focusing on her uncovered cleavage that still had glistening saliva staining her chest.

“I’m going to take the rest of the day off, and so are you, just so I can rail you into next week—but not here. Because we both know you’ll be far too loud, so we’re going back to my place so I can fuck your brains out far away from this office, where nobody will be around to hear how loud you’ll scream for me.” 

Even in her disheveled state, Gahyeon couldn’t have been more overjoyed. She’d take any excuse to leave the office. But convincing your superiors as to why you were leaving work with your assistant before noon would be the tricky part, though just this once, you could count on Gahyeon, because you knew she had a thousand different ways to get out of work. You'd leave that part all up to her.

✦ ✦

You couldn’t have driven fast enough to your place. Luckily, most traffic lights were in your favor, and those that weren’t, well—you were fortunate enough to not see red and blue in your rear view mirror. Not even three songs played through your playlist before you arrived, then it became a race to enter your house, and the door couldn’t open fast enough. 

The thought of staying in a hotel did cross your mind, with its spacious beds that you wouldn’t be responsible for changing sheets, scalding hot showers, and beautiful balconies that were perfect for ramming your pretty assistant up against the cold glass while admiring the view. If you wanted, you could have made everything come full circle and took Gahyeon to the same hotel you took Bora to that very first night that snowballed your office relationships. For sure, that really would have made Gahyeon jealous and brought out an even bigger brat in her, but also most likely you’d get kicked out for noise complaints within five minutes. 

Your place would suffice. After all, it was already well equipped with everything you needed, without worries of noise or any other concerns, although you planned on fucking Gahyeon hard enough that the entire neighborhood could hear her moans and screams. 

When the door closed behind Gahyeon, there would be no more holding back, the green light to take her against any surface to do whatever you pleased with her. But she didn’t even bother to properly store her shoes when she slipped them off, yet neither did you, as you tossed your keys, wallet, and all your inhibitions. 

“Bedroom? Living room?” she asked, but wouldn’t make it past the foyer before you pinned her against the front door with a hand wrapped around her throat. Gahyeon knew things wouldn’t be easy the moment she stepped foot in your place, but it didn’t stop her from feeling just a trace of nervousness when you tightened your grip, adding to her arousal. 

She couldn’t hide her anticipation, nor her little lip quivers under your control, but at the same time—this was what she wanted, what she worked hard to provoke you, willing to fold and let you have your way with her. 

“Here? You’re gonna fuck me hard against this door, daddy?” she asked, as though it were both a question and a suggestion, but it only made you clutch her throat harder when you pushed her more against the wood of the front door. 

“Don’t call me that, Gahyeon.”

“But you like it when I call you that. And we’re not at the office…” Gahyeon was right on all counts, but after her little morning shenanigans, she would have to earn her daddy privileges back. 

“You’re right. We’re not at the office anymore, but that doesn’t mean you still deserve to use that word. Because now you’re going to call me sir while I fuck you senseless until your legs give out.”

Releasing the grip on her throat, Gahyeon caught her breath, then gave a slight nod with a blatantly mocking salute. “Yes, sir.” 

“That’s much better. Now arms up.” 

Gahyeon stalled as she rolled her eyes and curled her lips into an even more blatant smirk. “But what if I don’t wanna?” 

That was what you expected, of course. Now, in the comfort of your own space, the best part of bringing Gahyeon home was the freedom to do what you wanted with her. But it came at a cost, for her to fall into her old bratty ways, with her own freedom to challenge every order you gave with less repercussions than at the office.. 

“Arms up, slut,” you repeated, but predictable as always, Gahyeon didn’t move a muscle, nor did she make any attempts to listen. Fine then, you would play her little game—for now. While you stared at the whites of those gorgeous eyes, waiting to see who would blink first, you seized her cold, delicate wrists, and pinned them above her head with the harshest grip you could manage. 

She pretended to fight back, squirming under your touch, and pretended like she couldn’t be controlled. But when you stared daggers into her big, round eyes, she folded like a deck of cards, thanks to your intimidating gaze. 

“Keep those arms raised, Gahyeon. Don’t drop them until I say so.” 

“Y-yes, sir,” she said after nodding in agreement, refusing to give up her faux defiance while you caressed and patted her cheek. 

“Good girl.” 

As her first test of obedience, you released the firm grip on her wrists that had developed bruises already, and observed while she kept her arms held high above her head. Searching for any signs of resistance, you couldn’t find any when you loosened up Gahyeon’s tie and slid it off her, almost tempted to use it to bind her hands together. Instead, you flung it aside and undid her top, allowing yourself access to her ample breasts once more. 

Her chest didn’t stay covered for long, and after a long stare between her deep cleavage, you tugged her lacy bra down enough to release her wonderful full breasts, cupping them the moment they earned freedom. 

Making sure Gahyeon still held her arms up, you squeezed her bare breasts, groping as much flesh could fill your hands. You teased her taut nipples, flicking your fingers against them as they stiffened up, which made a helpless Gahyeon moan against your touch. 

“Look at these gorgeous fucking tits. They look so swollen and sensitive,” you said while fondling them to your heart's content, enjoying their softness, their pleasant weight, and how effortlessly they bounced as you toyed with them. Her tits were as immaculate as they were sensitive, softer as you remembered, perfectly shaped, and you could spend hours kneading them, playing with them, all while her eyes begging for your continued touch.

The more you squeezed Gahyeon’s large breasts, the needier her moans became, as your hands got lost in that milky flesh. She could feel her shoulders ache the longer things went, but knew better than to dare complain. That would be the least of her worries soon enough. 

You tugged at her pretty nipples, pinched them, then flicked them more just to break the silence with her whines—but it would be the last modicum of pure pleasure you would grant Gahyeon. Without warning, you slapped one of her heavy breasts, and watched her flinch in surprise. You then slapped her other breast even harder, perfectly landing on her stiffened nipple that you pinched right after, making her yelp out while causing satisfying ripples of her sensitive flesh. 

Unable to hide her reactions, Gahyeon cried out in both pain and pleasure while you continued smacking her pale tits, the harsh sound an addictive level of arousal for her—for you, another release of frustration, more encouragement to hear those cute whines, and most of all, more punishment. 

Back and forth you went between her beautiful tits, and smacked one after another, right, then the left, then the opposite direction, even slapping them both at once, like a metronome of painful pleasure leaving an arousing soreness that made Gahyeon’s thighs clench. 

"I like you much better when you're an obedient little whore,” you said, proud to have wiped that smirk from Gahyeon’s pretty face, and kept up your assault on her supple, tender breasts that began to turn a shade of red that contrasted with her creamy skin, turning even more sensitive than from the start. She fought hard not to moan, unsuccessful when you carried on the ruthless nature, each pass across her reddened chest a heavy reminder that you were the one with all the power. 

“Fucking brat. You like these huge fucking tits being slapped?” Before she responded, you roughly kneaded her breasts, earning even louder whimpers when you played with her nipples, driving her crazy with stimulation.  

“Y-yes, sir, I love it, I love my tits being slapped! Please, sir, please—make it hurt,” Gahyeon pleaded, and for once, you’d oblige her by smacking her tits with much more force than previously, only to watch them bounce and bounce, as if counting the times she disobeyed you. You knew she could take more, that the painful sting of her tits being slapped would only ruin her panties more. Which was exactly why following a few more smacks and tugs at her swollen nipples, you gave each sensitive, reddened breast one final slap before you pulled away. 

Unsurprisingly, Gahyeon couldn’t help but be greedy and beg for just a little more. “Please, sir! Please keep slapping my tits, please, please…”  

But you ignored her pleas entirely and took a step back, admiring the way Gahyeon stayed frozen in this helpless state. “No, Gahyeon. A greedy little slut like you doesn’t deserve anything.” 

Next came the customary pouts, needy whines, and desperate pleas that you disregarded while guiding her away from the doorway, removing that pesky shirt and bra to leave her fully topless. Finally able to rest her tired arms, the first thing Gahyeon did was make her way over to you, squeezed a handful of your crotch, and let her eyes wander while a delightful smile overtook her sinful lips. 

“Please, sir…” Normally, you’d punish an unpermitted action like that, but well—you figured Gahyeon had enough punishment for now. Plus, you knew that would be exactly what she wanted. So instead, you simply grabbed Gahyeon by the waist, and held her tight against the nearest wall as you dove into her neck. 

“Ah, please!” Letting out little gasps while you licked, nibbled, and then sucked on her delicate neck, eager to leave a mark.  

As you kept sucking a bruise into her neck, Gahyeon returned to your crotch, and rubbed you through your slacks until you hardened under her touch. You made quick work of her skirt and removed it from her tiny little waist, then watched the way it dropped down to her ankles, leaving her in just skimpy panties and torn stockings. Those tattered, unprofessional stockings which gave you an idea when you dropped to one knee. 

You ran a finger over her thigh, scratching against the material to test its strength, and easily tore through the fragile fabric. Confirming your suspicions, you found the perfect spot and tugged at the sheer fabric right between the center until they ripped open. 

Gahyeon looked down in shock, but you couldn’t even be bothered to meet her gaze. “Hey! I liked those stockings!” 

You didn’t—they were tacky, cheap-looking, and most of all, inappropriate for the office. No better excuse than getting rid of them by ripping them off Gahyeon. “You earn a better paycheck now, you can buy another pair. One that’s more professional, like you promised. Besides, they were ripped already.” 

“But they’re supposed to be—” 

Ignoring her was, as always, the best course of action while you removed her now useless stockings and admired her bare, luscious legs in all their splendor. When you rose to your feet and pressed two fingers against her clothed cunt, Gahyeon no longer had any complaints to spare. 

“Ah! Will you—will you fuck me now, sir?”

Not a damn thing would stop you from that. “Yes, Gahyeon. I’m going to use your tight body, every slutty little hole, until I’m satisfied, and I’ll make sure I ruin you.” 

With your intentions laid out, Gahyeon couldn’t look more pleased, and there was no better motivation than your petite assistant waiting for you to ravage her body. Not wasting a second, Gahyeon unbuttoned your pants as you took off your shirt, adding both items to the discarded pile of clothes underneath. For a brief moment, you admired each other’s half-naked bodies, until you grabbed her waist to pull her close enough so that she could feel your bulge against her toned stomach. 

“I can feel how hard you are. I did this to you, didn’t I sir?” Gahyeon asked, as she reached down to massage your bulge, tracing every inch while your throbbing erection strained against the fabric. 

“You’re right, Gahyeon. Your slutty little body caused this. And you know what I plan on doing about it right?” 

“This cock is going inside me, isn’t it, sir? Until I can’t walk?” 

“Until you can’t walk.” 

Without saying anything more, Gahyeon began her ascent up the stairs that led to the bedroom, but only made it a few steps, before you grabbed her voluptuous hips and bent her over the stairwell railing. Little could compare from such a vantage point with your curvy assistant in your favorite position, yet you wasted no time peeling off her skimpy little thong to expose her plump buttcheeks and the prettiest set of pink pussy lips. 

“Impatient, sir?” she asked, and instinctively spread her legs, granting easier access to whichever part of her body you would decide to partake in first. Making that decision would be more difficult than anything you had done at work, for sure. 

“That’s your fault, Gahyeon. Now you’re going to share some of the responsibility,” you replied, pondering over your choices carefully. Her tight, spankable ass begged for attention, and that little asshole would be a wonderful place to start, but the wet flesh of her gorgeous cunt couldn’t be ignored, beckoning as it dripped with arousal. Either would provide an ideal home for your aching shaft. 

Until a decision could be made, you removed your boxers, and gave yourself some relief, stroking several times as your attention grew divided between Gahyeon’s juicy ass and the slick pair of lips that waited for you. 

“Where do you want this cock, slut?" you asked, unable to make a decision on your own and rested your shaft between her shapely cheeks. Surrounded by supple flesh that sandwiched your thick erection, you slid in between and throbbed while you awaited her answer. 

“Wherever you want, sir,” Gahyeon responded, an honest, yet unhelpful response that did little to steer your answer in the right direction. “It really doesn’t matter, as long as you pound me like a whore and empty these big juicy balls inside me.” 

Back at square one, it would be up to you to choose your own fate. Inevitably, you’d use both that tight sculpted ass and her drenched, succulent pussy, but without any lube in arm’s reach, the choice became obvious which would be the winner of your seed. You would save the best for last. 

“Fine, Gahyeon. Let’s start with this pretty little cunt.” 

With your cock poised above Gahyeon’s ass, she couldn’t have been more ready when she arched her back and leaned firmly on the railing, looking back for a moment to entice you with her eyes. As you lined yourself up with her warm opening, your tip nudged her plump pussy lips, and you felt her walls tremble in anticipation. You were all out of patience, so after you grabbed her wide hips and slid inside her with ease, you bottomed her out with your entire length in one fluid motion. 

“Oh god,” Gahyeon moaned out in surprise, while her pussy tightened around your shaft the moment she felt your thick shaft slide into her slippery warmth. “So fucking big.” 

There was no pause, no hesitation when you plunged your hard cock inside the intense warmth of Gahyeon’s tight little pussy. The soft flesh wrapped around you, already dripping wet when it squeezed your length, and your shaft felt so damn good inside that tight hole that your hips picked up speed right away, stretching out her velvety walls. With every thrust you felt her walls quiver, compelled to grip her body tighter, and used her body as an outlet, entirely out of frustration for how goddamn tight she was. 

“Goddamn, Gahyeon, you’re so fucking wet,” you hissed, out of breath at the hot flesh that craved your throbbing cock as you pumped into her heat, your entire shaft covered in her slick juices. “So tight, such a tight fucking slut, god—this tight pussy feels too good.” 

Already, you were going insane, even by the first set of thrusts, Gahyeon felt so hot around you, her delicious cunt squeezing so harshly, that you couldn't help but give in to lust, freeing the restraints that remained. Almost on autopilot, you pounded into her heat unabated, pistoning your hips that met her supple cheeks, and rippled with every thrust as the smack of flesh on flesh filled the small foyer. 

“Oh my god, just like that. Fuck me like that, please sir, fuck me like a toy!” she begged, not that being gentle with her would ever be an option, not when you could stretch her in ways unimaginable. 

“Your tight little cunt loves my cock, doesn’t it? Look at you creaming all over me like a needy fucking whore. You like being used, don’t you? You like being fucked this rough by your boss?” you growled, as Gahyeon desperately moaned for more. 

Fueled by the intense clench of her cunt that persuaded you to keep the rough pace, she held the railing while you kept railing her, and made every type of satisfied moan imaginable. Those delicious cheeks bounced and bounced when your body clapped against them, and they became a soundtrack of delirious bliss, one that you could listen to forever. 

“Sir, yes! Oh my god, you’re so deep in my little pussy, please, please, sir—fuck me harder! Fuck, oh fuck!” 

You continued to mercilessly slam into Gahyeon’s wet cunt as she repeatedly added the word sir to the end of her moans, and fought to keep up with the tempo you set as she became louder with each hard set of thrusts. 

Beginning to pant heavily, Gahyeon squirmed underneath your body and desperately tried to anchor herself to the stairwell. Her beautiful pale skin glistened with sweat as you kept pounding away into her slippery warm depths, and your movements became more and more erratic, borderline out of control. 

And she endured it all so well, so fucking wet you swore you would slip out of her at any moment, but you kept hammering out thrusts, with your end goal to absolutely destroy her cunt. Because with Gahyeon, there was no such thing as being too rough, no holding back, and it was a given to fuck her without a morsel of mercy that undoubtedly, even your neighbors across the street could hear the screams she made while your bodies crashed together. 

If it were anything less, Gahyeon would have complained without end. 

Leaning closer, with your hands still squeezing her insanely wide hips, you buried your face into the crook of her hot sweaty neck, took a long lick, and bit down harshly, yearning for the rich taste of Gahyeon.

“After I cum in you, that huge ass is next. I’ve been waiting to fill your holes, ever since you were on your knees under my desk. I could have pounded your ass at work, but I wanted to do it in the comfort of my own bed so I wouldn’t have to worry about staining the carpet. It’s not easy to explain to the custodial staff that my assistant can’t keep her fucking legs closed.”

For once, maybe since the first time you met her—Gahyeon became speechless. Her attention narrowed on how you were slamming your hips against her and rearranging her guts. “When you report to work tomorrow, you’re going to have to carry around one of those spare cushions from the maintenance closet from me ravaging your perfect ass.” 

Every slew of vulgarity that left your mouth made Gahyeon’s hips buck almost as much as the rough thrusts that battered her sweaty little body. You kept yourself buried in her tight cunt, consumed with desire from the sensations of your hard cock that slid between her drenched lips, pounding into her with thrusts so hard she almost collapsed. 

Overpowered by exhaustion, Gahyeon released her grip on the stairwell, and you took advantage by seizing both her arms one at a time, and held them behind her back, linking them with yours. She wasn’t going anywhere as her lips uttered the most needy cries of pleasure when you pulled her upright towards you, the warmth of her cunt intoxicating, sending you into a frenzy of bliss. Gahyeon was completely yours, and you were free to use and dominate her hot body as much as you desired until you had your fill. 

Utilizing your remaining strength, you followed down a final path of merciless thrusts while keeping her curves close to you at all times, maintaining the urge to fuck every last little bit of brat out of her. 

Her words became a jumbled mess of incoherence, and the more you plunged into that smothering wet heat, the greater the urge became to spill your seed inside Gahyeon, unwilling to fight back against the tightness in your balls that demanded to be drained. 

And while Gahyeon didn’t deserve to cum—you were more than content to keep this a one-sided ride of pleasure, but had to ensure that she became more than a ruined, blithering, fucked out mess who couldn’t remember whose assistant she was. You wouldn’t be satisfied until her legs turned to jelly, hell-bent on this maddening pace as her body began to tremble, counting down to the last moments of release that you both chased. 

Because there would never be anything better than watching Gahyeon fall apart at the seams.

"Sir, please, I’m so close. Please, n-need, need to—” Gahyeon didn’t even have to vocalize her desires when the walls of her soaked cunt tightened to a new level, but you always enjoyed that begging, and wouldn’t hesitate to finish what you had started. So after letting go of her arms, she collapsed to the stairs, clinging onto the wooden steps with your cock still pounding away.

“Hurry up and cum then,” you said, indulging your desires to reclaim her delicious hips once more, clutching them tightly. 

Gahyeon couldn’t exactly do much else under your control, so close to obtaining what she craved since you shoved your cock inside her. She seemed almost reluctant, but the tighter you held her and the quicker you pumped, the more the walls of her cunt pulsated violently—until she shattered like glass. The pressure boiled up inside far too much, making her writhe uncontrollably, juices pouring down your dick that painted the bottom stairs.

“Shit, oh fuck, oh fuck—” Gahyeon gasped out when she hit her peak, and let out a torrential outpour of shrieks, her walls continuously suffocating your cock. The only thing better would be seeing Gahyeon’s tits bouncing wildly in the mirror, as well as the look of pure bliss etched on her gorgeous face when she came. 

Never had her pussy felt so wet or so tight, those harsh clenches like she was prematurely attempting to extract the cum from your aching balls, desperate to be filled with your seed to the brim.

“You must be close too, sir. Cum inside me, please, please cum inside me, fill me, sir…” 

“Don’t you fucking worry, Gahyeon. Your slutty little pussy feels way too good for me not to empty my load into you. That’s what you wanted from the beginning, right? Your boss pumping all this hot cum into your warm little cunt?”

“Yes, yes! Please, sir—fill your little brat, fill me up and use me like a cumdump. Need to feel your big throbbing cock emptying into me, please.” 

Savoring the way that tight little hole trembled for your load would be the last thing you did before burying your length inside one last time, and unloaded deep into Gahyeon. All those hours of pent up annoyance disappeared when you spilled your hot seed into her insides. Her wet, hungry pussy clenched for more, milking out spurt after spurt, groan after groan, as your cock twitched in violent pulsations, and filled her up to the brim, overflowing with every drop. 

You chased that last bit of bliss, pumping with as many strokes as your body had left, and fucked your hot semen into Gahyeon deep, deep as it would go—all the way into her womb.

When that last spurt finally left your balls, you slumped against her, panting heavily, but with no desire to unsheathe from her warmth. Especially not when Gahyeon continued to quiver in ecstasy, catching her breath while you both recovered. 

“Th-thank you, sir,” Gahyeon whispered, her voice weak and trembling, just like her legs underneath her that became just as useless as any words. Your breathing only became deeper the longer you stayed inside Gahyeon, and eventually you pulled out from her swollen lips, watching a slow drip of thick, pearlescent cum that had just been swallowed up leak down her glistening thighs, meeting the rest of her arousal on the steps. 

“Gahyeon, fuck—” 

“D-don’t worry, sir,” she answered, almost reading your mind while your fresh cum continued to trickle down her battered cunt. “Never been better…” 

After a tilt of her head sideways, you kissed her lips while still pressing yourself against her body, feeling her breath in your mouth to validate her condition for yourself. “That’s my good assistant.” 

Even though her legs no longer felt like her legs, and her breathing remained unsteady, you helped Gahyeon up to her feet, and moved her so her back rested against the railing. 

“So, boss…” 

Her chest still hypnotically heaved, and she held onto each side of the railing for support. “H-how come you never fuck me this hard in the office?” 

“Because if I fucked you this hard, we’d both get fired. We’ve gotten caught enough times as is.”

“Yeah, well—” she paused, and avoided the subject, grabbing you by the arm with a weak grip. “You promised you’d fuck me in the ass, boss. Now, come on, I can still walk. Barely.” 

Whenever Gahyeon looked up at you like that, flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and a magic smile, now you were the one powerless. If she didn’t need a breather, then neither did you. So, leading the way, Gahyeon sluggishly climbed up the stairs to the bedroom, swaying her hips, with her round ass such a beautiful target that you couldn’t help but smack. 

✦ ✦

After the pounding she took, Gahyeon didn’t exactly run up the bedroom stairs. However, her leisurely pace meant you could admire every aspect of her delicious body, and watch the way your cum still dripped down her thighs with every step. 

Her appetite for dick hadn’t been tamed, and if there was anything better than Gahyeon on her knees—it was Gahyeon lying on your bed naked. Running fingers through her hair, her head bobbed with familiarity between your spread legs, her bare feet dangling in the air, with a mouth full of cock. 

But while you loved the proper oral session Gahyeon gave as you relaxed into your pillows, and her hot mouth swallowing your length whole, that wasn’t her purpose here. That belonged to something waiting on your nightstand. 

You raised Gahyeon’s head off your cock with a simple motion, which caused her lips to pout, but instead of complaining, she crawled over your lap and grabbed something from said nightstand. 

“This must be for me,” Gahyeon said, attempting to act coy and innocent as she shook up a bottle of lube, its contents already half-empty. She flicked the bottle open with a pop, and turned her back towards you, positioning herself on the edge of your lap. Gahyeon gave you a worthy show when she lubed herself up, inserting one digit, then another, fingering her ass as she spread the cold liquid around her tightest hole, letting out cute little moans the deeper she went. 

“Can’t wait to feel your cock instead of my fingers,” she said, turning to face you, and drizzled lube down your shaft, eyes beaming with anticipation. “Can’t wait to feel all of it filling me up.”

For good measure, she poured some down your balls, just to see the way they glistened when she rubbed it in, but kept going, her oiled up hands massaging your stiff cock. 

“Hope you’re ready for that little asshole to be stretched, Gahyeon.” 

“I am. I can’t wait anymore, sir, please,” she pleaded, guiding your cock, and groaned when she sandwiched your girth between her asscheeks. Letting her impatience linger, you remained silent while Gahyeon’s massive ass rubbed your cock, but grabbed the bottle of lube from her, and coated her pale cheeks until her entire backside became oiled up. 

“See? Doesn’t that feel good? It’ll feel so much better when it’s inside me…” 

You couldn’t agree more, but that only meant Gahyeon would wait longer, because you needed one more moment to savor how the oiled flesh of her plump ass squeezed your cock, one more moment to admire that magnificent ass. Grabbing a handful, you smacked it hard, an imaginary green light appearing in her eyes. 

“Yeah? You’re going to ream my ass finally?” Gahyeon asked with a breath of relief.

“Yes, Gahyeon. There’s no way I’m not going to shove my cock up this perfect ass.” 

Those words made her grin from ear to ear, earning what she wished for, a reward for patience. "I’ve needed my little hole stretched so wide, sir, please—” 

“You don’t have to keep calling me sir,” you said, and her eyes twinkled upon earning her privileges back. 

“Please, daddy—” 

“Stop begging, Gahyeon. I'm not only going to stretch you out, I plan on destroying your tight ass until you become a pathetic, whimpering mess. And even if you pleaded with me to stop fucking your brains out, I won’t, because remember—you wanted this.” 

Gahyeon couldn’t help but curl her distinctive lips into a blush-inducing smile. Despite the fact that you just laid out the blueprints to give her the anal hammering she so richly deserved, you felt no obligation to move a muscle. After all, you shouldn’t be the only one doing all the work, should you?

“If you want this dick so bad, then come bounce that fat ass on it.” 

“Yes, daddy!” she replied, somehow still so energetic while she lifted her hips high and grabbed your cock, carefully lining it up against her back opening, that juicy ass eagerly waiting to be filled. When it came to anal, Gahyeon was nothing but enthusiastic, and preferred it almost as much as you did, and who could blame her when she had an ass like that. 

So naturally, Gahyeon wasted little time, taking a deep breath before lowering herself down, until your thick cockhead disappeared inside her impossibly tight asshole. That first orgasmic plunge was the very definition of heaven, a slow burn of bliss upon entering her back entrance that always took your breath away. 

“Oh god, daddy,” she gasped, placing both hands on your thighs for leverage. Sharing the sentiment, you gritted your teeth when you felt such an overwhelming tightness that surrounded your shaft, and could hardly process it all, eyes focused on the way Gahyeon’s luscious ass rose back up, nearly leaving herself empty before she sank deeper. There was nothing like watching her ass swallow up your cock. 

Every little twitch, every shudder that ran through your body urged her to take you deeper, because for your assistant, it wasn’t much trouble to fit more of you inside. At this point, Gahyeon was a seasoned veteran in taking a cock up her ass, relaxing every muscle, while she took more into her hungry lithe body.

“Shit, Gahyeon, that ass is fucking tight,” you said, now your turn to be blatantly obvious as Gahyeon worked more cock inside that warm little hole, with only one goal in mind—every inch balls deep.

That goal wouldn’t take long to accomplish when she arched her back, taking your cock into her small frame like it was nothing, and spread her ass cheeks to accept more of you. “Good girl, you take that cock like such a good girl, stretch that little asshole out.”

With every word of praise, she clenched hard, an extra bonus to that magnificent view in front, Gahyeon’s perfect, round ass taking more of your girth, begging for your whole length. 

“Ah fuck, daddy—oh my god, you’re so big. You feel so good, daddy, I need more, fuck, fuck—” 

Nothing compared to the tightness of Gahyeon; that divine cunt could squeeze a load out of you in seconds, but her warm, heavenly asshole, almost painfully tight—that’s where the real fun started. 

Greedy as could be, Gahyeon bounced her thick ass on your dick like she had something to prove, that vice-like grip already driving you to the point of insanity. Nearly burying your entire length in one motion, she pumped those wide hips like they had a mind of their own, and the pressure on your cock intensified while her tight little hole became stretched to the limit. 

“Fuck, I love how good this feels. Need daddy to gape me, open me up more. Please, daddy, fill me more…” 

She pleaded with every word, and your throbbing shaft fought against the constricting walls of her asshole, but for either of you, it was never enough—you needed to be as deep inside her as possible. At the tail end of one of her endless bounces, you reached up to grab her oiled ass and pulled her body back as you plunged the full length of your shaft deep inside her asshole in one continuous stroke. 

“Oh shit!” Gahyeon cried out, those tight walls grasping your cock with somehow more force after feeling your full length buried inside her. She rolled those magical hips to match your thrusts, that ass eager to take every last inch, and she tried her absolute best to accommodate your size. 

“Does my little slut like bouncing that fat ass on my dick?” you asked, returning the reins back to Gahyeon, who took the initiative and slammed her cheeks down on your thick, rigid cock, every bounce devouring you balls deep. 

“Yes, daddy! Oh god, it’s so amazing. You know I ride dick better when it’s in my ass.” Gahyeon demonstrated by using your cock to ride with more fervor, that plump ass engulfing your stiff erection as her hips moved in powerful circles, drawing you deeper under her euphoric spell. 

All your focus stayed on Gahyeon’s body, how sweat collected on her back, and the hypnotic way her round wet cheeks rippled as she fucked herself on your shaft without interruption. As her ass choked your cock, you did nothing but lay back in the sheets and let her handle everything, the cadence of her careless bounces mirroring the bed that creaked in protest. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect—god, that tight little asshole feels incredible. Look how well you take me, keep going,” you said, demanding in your tone, and now that Gahyeon had been properly opened up, she had an obligation to take your whole length into her hot little asshole as she rode you like crazy, accelerating her hips, utterly consumed by lust. Even when the bounces of her ass became relentless, it didn’t dampen the unimaginable bliss; if anything, it planted the seeds of desire further. 

“My body is yours, daddy. Use it, use me as you like,” Gahyeon said, looking back with her lips curled wider than ever. Words like that made your swelling erection throb like crazy, the pleasure of your shaft buried in her suffocating ass almost too much to handle. 

Seizing control of Gahyeon’s tight frame, she lifted her bare feet and placed them on your thighs as you took hold of her hips, not wanting to waste any time as you remained lodged within that perfect plump ass.

“You feel that hard cock throbbing inside you? That’s what’s gonna destroy this amazing ass. I’ll make sure my pretty slut can’t walk for a whole fucking week.” 

Gahyeon wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less, nor would she if you granted her any mercy while hammering your dick into her asshole, making every thrust that you delivered count. Firmly in charge of her body, you pounded away at that tight muscular ring, using your cock to gape Gahyeon’s little hole until it no longer struggled to fit your length, but she craved more, much more, and you reciprocated her desires. 

“Yes, daddy, yes! Fuck, that cock stretches me so well, use me all you want,” she whimpered, the strength in her voice fading from all the begging. Just like in the office, Gahyeon understood her duties in the bedroom, knowing how to be an outlet for your lust, and how to be a proper fucktoy. There would never be any doubts about how aggressive you would be with her, so after sliding your hands under her sweaty thighs, you pushed her legs up into a V shape, locked your fingers around her neck, then lifted her small frame into the air, giving your all into every unforgiving thrust. 

“Oh fuck—fuck, fuck, holy shit—” Gahyeon cried out as you fully put her into the full nelson position and hammered her ass relentlessly like she was a fleshlight. As you used her incredible ass in the manner that she loved, taking absolute control, nothing could match the absolute bliss that filled your body, and you were lucky to pound something so perfect. 

If only you could see the way her eyes rolled back in her head while you rammed her ass without mercy—but hearing her boisterous cries of pleasure would have to do. In an instant, your hips released all their energy stored up for the last several moments, and you drilled Gahyeon’s asshole with so much vigor that her moans turned into loud, frantic screams—one of your favorite sounds from her lips. 

“Oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop, ruin my little asshole, oh fuck!” Gahyeon managed to utter out before her words became little more than a slur of curses, unraveling underneath your unrelenting onslaught as the intense pleasure in your cock turned into an addiction, one that you would fuel by treating her body just like a toy, giving her the anal pounding she so richly deserved. 

Despite how forceful your thrusts were, nothing would stop Gahyeon from begging for more, and you could drill her ass indefinitely. But as much as you craved to keep her suspended in that position, the creeping urge for release began to take over, so involuntarily you would oblige it, savoring how helpless Gahyeon remained while you kept her asshole filled to the hilt. 

When your shaft finally slipped from her ass, you beamed with pride at how gaped you made her asshole, and Gahyeon fell to her side, able to catch her breath. But that respite wouldn’t last long, since she couldn’t stand not having your cock inside in some way, and slurped on your Gahyeon-flavored tip once more.

“God, you’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you? You like tasting your ass?” 

“Mhmm,” Gahyeon hummed, and planted a big wet kiss on your tip before she shoved your cock back inside her warm mouth, down to the base in one stroke. She indulged her hunger, sucking you off while tasting herself on your cock, her throat aching to drain everything from you. 

You weren’t finished with her yet, left empty by every second that went by without the suffocating grip of her ass. “You want me to keep pounding this tight little asshole?” 

Gahyeon hesitated for a moment, too involved with slobbering on your cock before withdrawing her pouty lips. “Want you to cum again. Wanna feel you in my ass again, my little hole hasn’t been stretched enough.”  

“Such a slut for this dick, aren’t you?” you asked, while Gahyeon nodded in agreement, shifting to the center of your messy bed sheets, her legs spread wide as she rubbed her cunt, unsatisfied with how much time she had spent empty. Her impatience grew, but you did little but watch, indulging yourself in her divine physique, focused on every movement she made while touching herself. 

“Come on, daddy. Shove that big cock back inside my ass.” 

You rubbed her thighs, and planted gentle kisses on their pillowy softness while spreading more lube inside her, using it as an excuse to tease her further. “Needy fucking brat.” 

“And your needy little brat needs another pounding…” 

In one movement, you lifted Gahyeon’s creamy legs into the air, and rested her ankles on your shoulders. No doubt you wouldn’t have much left in the reserves, but just to see the frustration on her face, you stalled while you stroked yourself, teasing her warm little hole with your swollen cockhead. 

"Daddy, pleeease—please fuck me," she pleaded, with a drone of whines, your cock nudging against the inviting warmth of her ass. But you still hesitated—not for Gahyeon’s sake, but for yours, and needed a moment to prepare—to prepare for that insane tightness again. With one hand lining up your shaft, the other stroked her beautiful legs, until you were ready to fill her back up again. 

You waited for one more whiny plea, one more ‘daddy’ while keeping track of the desperation in her eyes, then impaled your entire shaft into that tiny, unyielding hole. Her back arched right off the bed upon re-entry, and you swore the second time felt like an even tighter squeeze, fitting perfectly inside her. “Shit, Gahyeon—”

That tight hole tempted you into an early climax, but you fought back against those urges, and one stroke at a time, pumped into Gahyeon, groaning at that familiar tightness. 

“Daddy, why aren’t you pounding me?” Her lips pouted in her usual manner, but you ignored her and focused on setting the pace, allowing only the head of your cock to disappear inside her asshole as she desperately squeezed you. 

“Let me feel it all, daddy. Split me open.”

Regardless of the look on her face, you wouldn’t give in that easily. “Be a good girl and rub your clit for me. Nice and slow.” 

You didn't take your eyes off Gahyeon as she obeyed, using her fingers to rub slow, lazy circles against her sensitive swollen clit, and bit her lip at the added stimulation. Her cute whimpers guided your hips and urged you to sink deeper inside her, your strokes quickening as you filled more hard flesh inside that tight hole. Every expression her cute face made became a contortion of lust, and you couldn’t keep yourself from bottoming her out once more, returning back to your animalistic desires.  

“Daddy, just like this, you’re so deep, need more…” 

Holding back would no longer be an option when the urgency in Gahyeon’s eyes mirrored your own, and you didn’t hesitate to keep your length buried inside her ass, not even giving a chance for her to adjust to your size, pumping against the harsh grip around your cock. 

Snatching whatever pleasure she could while Gahyeon kept playing with her clit, you rammed her little asshole without any cares or limits, thrusting with your hips in an erratic rhythm, more and more uncontrolled with every stroke. 

“Oh god, daddy, that feels so good. Stretch me with that thick cock, pound my asshole, fuck me hard!” The noises from her lips became borderline unintelligible as your thrusts increased tenfold, hard enough to make her big breasts bounce, and made her fingernails dig into the sheets she squirmed underneath. Her constant moans and whimpers spurred you on as you refused to let your cock stay outside longer than necessary, and held her legs together, hugging them tightly as you began to lose all sense of self-control.

“Fuck, this tight asshole makes my cock feel so fucking good, Gahyeon. Gonna pound you so hard, gonna fuck you like a little slut deserves,” you said as your shaft moved in frenzied, harsh strokes, hitting the right angle, not neglecting a single sweet spot. 

Not letting up your pace, you let those luscious legs fall from perched on top of your shoulders, then spread them wide as they could go, giving yourself a better view of your cock spearing her asshole. 

At this point, you weren’t so much as fucking Gahyeon anymore, but using her body as just a cocksleeve, a toy, a container for your uncontrollable lust. Through all that lust, you were so lost in the tightness of her ass that any words that exited her mouth sounded miles away, but still heard the faint murmur of pleas. You played with handfuls of her delicious bouncy tits, fingertips trailing up to her collarbone, and then you wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezed with just enough pressure. 

“Harder, choke me harder, daddy. Choke your little slut.” 

If there were any remnants of control left, Gahyeon relinquished it all when you squeezed her neck harder, and those large eyes spoke more than words ever could. Her asshole tightened more than you could fathom, just like your hand around her throat, and you had no qualms about how rough you were fucking Gahyeon, nor the red marks that would be left displayed on her bare flesh for everyone in the office to see in the morning. 

Not that your coworkers didn’t already know how rough you pounded Gahyeon in the various rooms and spaces around the workplace—if only everywhere else had as much soundproofing as your office did. 

But nothing would deter you from pounding Gahyeon’s wrecked asshole, when the constant uncontained lust in her eyes began to boil over, long past the point of no return. The pressure built up in her body faster than expected as she frantically worked two fingers deep inside her cunt, and without warning—Gahyeon sprayed your abdomen with a sudden influx of liquid, an orgasm so intense, so overwhelming, that it left her body shaking, desperate for more. 

“There you fucking go, Gahyeon. Good girl, cum for me one more time, can you do that?” 

Gahyeon could only nod. 

“Fuck!” she cried out, and did just that without hesitation, letting out another deluge of squirt from her greedy cunt that coated your lower body in her slick arousal. Her head fell back onto the mattress, quivering thighs spread wide, while you prepared to take your own climax. 

“Good little slut.” 

“D-daddy, I want your cum too—want it so bad,” Gahyeon said, with pleading eyes, and soon enough she would get it, every last little drop. You doubled down on your pace, and plunged your length into her asshole for as long as you could, savoring the last clenches while pumping into her until your climax was too strong to resist. 

All you could withstand were a few more thrusts, so after pulling out of her ass, you spilled hot cum all over her tight stomach, and covered her supple tits with the remainder of your milky load as Gahyeon groaned from below with each thick spurt that fell on her bare, sweaty body. 

Equally exhausted, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Gahyeon’s perfect body used as your canvas, staring at her glazed breasts that heaved hypnotically, and her cute, cum-covered tummy that became the perfect target for your load. Lusting for more, she stroked your sensitive cock, almost disappointed when you were milked dry, but kept pumping, desperate to extract one more leftover drop. 

“Gahyeon—” 

“Yes, daddy?” 

You couldn’t find the words you wanted to say, but continued to stare over Gahyeon's body, panting hard while you took in every tiny detail, every droplet of sweat on her pretty, pale skin. 

“Wanna go again?” Gahyeon asked, and while you didn’t exactly have much gas left in the tank—you couldn't find a good reason to say no. 

"Needy brat."

"I'm your needy brat. Come on, daddy. I know you wanna go again. Press my tits against the glass, get them all wet and soapy for you. You’re still so hard—I know you’d love a nice soapy titfuck,” she said, massaging your balls, teasing them with her fingers like she was trying to get them to fill back up. 

Just the thought ensured your erection wouldn’t falter, and well, you couldn’t ever refuse an offer like that. With a grin, you hoisted Gahyeon off the mattress to her feet, legs unsteadily underneath her.

She still had your load painted on her body drenched in sweat when she stood upright, but wore it proudly, just like the grin on her features. “I’ll go get the water running.”

Neither of you would spend that much time getting clean, because you knew the moment you stepped inside the hot shower, Gahyeon’s hands would be all over your body, doing way more than soaping you up. But you were used to that. 

Nothing could really ever quench Gahyeon’s bottomless libido, anyway. 

[ehbeeseedih]

No Feelings, You Remind Yourself - Arin

A/N: My first try at writing a quickie, not my best but it should fulfill your daily bad smut quota. Enjoy!

If you prefer to read on AFF, here ya go.

As Arin’s manager, following her around for her schedules is tedious, but seeing her being successful and thankful to you makes your heart warm.

Today however, not only is your heart warm, so is your whole body and your buddy. Today is Arin’s first foray into lingerie modelling.

Sure, it isn’t as revealing as most. However just seeing her show this much skin …

It’s not like you haven’t had intimate interactions with her, the wet stains on the backseat of your van would disprove your lie. But there was something different this time.

Seeing her showing off her skin and assets in front of so many crew members now, and all the people who will see these pics, and what will those people do with her in their mind, that made you feel things. No feelings, you remind yourself.

For now, those thoughts don’t matter. A loud “Let’s rest for 20 minutes” snapped you out of your reverie.

You rushed towards Arin with a blanket to cover herself up. She beamed a smile at you and accepted it.

As you close the door of the resting room, Arin collapses herself onto the couch.

“Oh no, that was so nerve wrecking. Wearing so few clothes and having so many people look at my body is so embarrassing.”

“Calm down Arin. You did really well just now. Didn’t you say you want to try something new when you accepted this offer?”

“Yeah I know, but I didn’t expect myself to be so anxious.”

You pulled her over to your shoulder, “lie down then, let some of the adrenaline wear off,” her perfume smell tingles your nose.

“No need for that. You know how you can help me relax?” a smirk floats on her baby-ish features, “you can give me your protein shake.”

“Wait! Anyone can walk in at any moment.”

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet.”

Arin’s hand works on unbuckling your belt and removing your pants, her breath tingling your buddy through your boxers.

With one strong pull, she dragged your pants and boxers down. “Look at you, big and hard already before I even did anything. Were you excited staring at me just now?”

“Yes Arin, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“Awhhh, you’re such a good manager, let me show my thanks.” She stands up and removes the excess clothing, leaving only the plain coloured bra and panties.

She lowers herself down in between your legs, spitting on your buddy. Grabbing on it, she slowly rubs it up and down. Arin’s index finger trails down from your tip to your base, her tongue swirling around your tip lightly at the same time.

“We don’t have much time. Ahhh. Don’t tease me like this.”

“So you want it fast and furious huh, as you wish.”

Arin took your buddy in all the way, leisurely dragging her tongue along the base of your buddy as it goes in.

She changes tone as she goes deeper, her head bobs up and down at an incredible speed, the vacuum in her mouth causing waves of pleasure for you. You tried to hold in your moans, shutting your mouth tight with both your hands.

Arin released your buddy in her mouth, with a bop sound on your buddy and a low grunt from your mouth.

“Why did you stop!”

“Don’t cover yourself up, I want to see you struggling to hold in your moans.”

“No. People outside might hear us!”

“Awhhh, please.” She strokes your buddy, sucking the tip of it while maintaining eye contact with you, the suggestiveness in her eyes makes it impossible for you to reject her.

“Ok, let me lock the door first.”

After you reached over to the door lock, Arin took your buddy back into her mouth. Devouring it like it's her favourite food, the loud slurping sounds reflecting round the room.

Your hands move downwards and grab her hair, bundling it up and pushing her deeping down.

Arin’s throat muscle squeezes your buddy lightly as your tip brushes the back of her throat. Taking over the initiative, you slowly pull Arin off your buddy then pushing her all the way down again. Rinse and repeat with increasing frequency until all you can hear is Arin gaggling.

You turn your head down to see Arin’s eyes shut tight, enjoying how roughly you’re using her. Her hands are also in between her legs, playing with herself. Each moan she releases down your buddy resonates with one of yours.

With your frequency ramping up, you begin to feel a tightness in your lower body. On the last push, you pushed her all the way down as you hit your climax. You shoot all of your cum into her oral cavity, painting the inside of her mouth full white, giving her all the protein she’ll need to finish the shoot.

Arin bursts out choking on all the fluids, spitting out a mixture of her saliva and your cum all over your crotch.

“Ugh, you cum so much that I couldn’t swallow it all, what a waste.”

“It’s not my fault that you look so hot in those lingeries. Oh no, your bra and panties are stained!”

“It’s ok. The next shoot is just athletic wear. But I do need to clean up down below to not dirty the next pair too, if you know what I mean.”

Her suggestive tone is a give away, “Let me help you.”

You push Arin down onto the couch and sink in. Remembering that you don’t have much time, you have to skip the appetizer that is her milky thighs and go straight in for the main course.

You drag her panties out of the way, beginning with a lick of her wet lips from bottom to top. A soft moan is all you need to hear from Arin as you indulge in your guilty pleasure.

Your tongue lightly parts her lips apart and dig in, tasting the stream of sweet juices leaking out of Arin’s pussy. Her body squirms and twists around as your tongue begins exploding deeper

Into her folds.

“It feels so good,’ she cutely whines, one of her hands copies your earlier movement, grabbing your head and pushing it deeper.

You should tell her to keep quiet. That was your job as the manager, to protect the image of your artist. Not now, the main task on hand is to help your artist, and that help will come from you sending her to orgasmic heaven.

Focusing all your attention back to pleasuring Arin, you probe your tongue back inside her, swirling it and licking up all the nectar inside. Arin’s hand pressures you more as her hips begin bucking, grinding her pussy against your face and smearing her juices all over it.

You raise your head up slightly, leaving the warmth of her pussy and going for a bigger target. Using your nose to swipe over her clit, you suck and lick it gently.

“I’m cummingg.” Arin’s nails dig deep into your skull, releasing all the pleasure you’ve just given her back on you. A gush of fluid comes squirting out, nearly drowning you as you hungrily slurps up all of it.

Arin’s controlling hand finally lets you off after she recovers, her face still blushed red and her breath unsteady.

“You were really fast just now eh.”

“Don’t say that,” she slapped your shoulder, “It felt too good. Can you clean me up now?”

Your cleaning job begins by cleaning off patches of wetness around her thigh, finishing it off with tissue papers to remove any evidence of the things done here.

A knock on the door. “Arin! Are you ready?” the lady whom you assume knocked the door outside shouts.

“I’m coming. Give me a sec.”

In a haste, the athletic wear is on her body. Your vision stays on her body, but not the body.

No feelings, you remind yourself. Arin is in front of you.

“Don’t frown. They might see my figure and even in lingerie, but only you will see me completely naked. Let this be our secret nobody knows. Shhhh.” she says as she holds your hand tight and looks into your eyes sincerely. It seems like she has mind reading powers.

“Alright then, go finish the shoot. I’ll prepare your favourite food for dinner after this.”

“Thank you, you’re the best”

She’s the idol you’re managing, she’s everyone’s idol, someone like you should appreciate that you can even get close to her, let alone be her semi friend with benefits. No feelings, you remind yourself.

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[jinkisbelly]

A Simple Request 12/?

Pairing: Jongyu

Rating: Pg

w/c: 2.2k

Other Parts can be found a little ways down this [x]   Ao3  AFF

Summary: The Fae King is under a lot of pressure to conceive an heir, while given a deadline by the Council he turns to his personal guard and best friend to help him with it  

Warnings: Future mpreg

             Jonghyun gently sipped at the water in the woven leaves softly held between his hands, gaze following the way Jinki moved his knife around the edge of the apple he had grown, the peel falling in a spiral as he continued. Once he was finished, the peel fell into a coil on the soft grass beneath them, bright red and orange against dark green. After a few expert slices, the core was discarded, and the rest was held out to him balanced on Jinki’s palm. “Your breakfast is served,      Your Majesty    .”

            There was a little teasing smile on his face, which Jonghyun grumbled at as he took as much of the apple as he could. “Shut up, Jinki.”

             The apple was sweet and a little tangy, but Jonghyun couldn’t explain how he knew it was one of Jinki’s just by the taste. Over the years and throughout their adventures, the man had grown apples for him many mornings, and none that he had received while at home in Faera ever tasted as good as his did. “We should head back soon before they realize you’re gone.”

             “Sunrise hasn’t happened yet. We have time.” Jinki might be the Keeper of the Light, but it was Jonghyun that was attuned so strongly to the sun and its movements.

             “As you wish.” Jinki returned to sit back on his butt, settling soundlessly. He gathered his hair over one shoulder, undoing the half-together braid with quick familiarity. He only ever had it in a braid when he expected the need to fight, which said a lot about how he viewed returning to his childhood home. He ran his fingers through the strands, wiggling out and remaining knots, before plaiting it once again. Once finished he fastened it at the end with the usual thin strip of leather, softened with years of use. “What?”

             “I’m sorry you view returning home as if you’re riding into battle.”

            “I hadn’t thought about it.” Slowly, Jinki’s hands fall from the finished braid, eyes downcast as he sighed quietly.”It does feel that way. Of course, you’d know that.”

            “I can usually tell when to expect danger the moment you twist your hair up out of your face, spending years with you on the battlefield.” He had seen the way Jinki let his hair grow during those years of the War as a way of feeling he was still an elf under it all, a piece of his culture he had given up to do his duty. “May I do it differently, Jinki?”

            “Differently?”

            “Mhmm.” He finished the last bit of apple and rinsed off his hands in the stream behind him, drying them initially by shaking them quickly. He walked around Jinki, slowly lowering to his knees, hands soft against the man’s shoulders. “Do you trust me?”

            “With everything.” Came Jinki’s quick, soft reply.

            “You are beautiful and strong, and you should be proud of your choices.” He curled his hands around the braid, tugging it behind Jinki’s head to undo the plait. His hair was soft against his fingers, falling in gentle waves down his back. “This place has harsh memories for the both of us, and I know we’re here against both our wishes, but I want you to feel safe here with me Jinki, to know if you ever wish to leave we will, no questions asked.”

            He felt the shuddered deep breath the man took, but Jinki didn’t reply. Jonghyun focused on parting Jinki’s hair the way he wanted it and quickly braided four small braids, two on each side on his head. He tugged it back and fastened them all with the same leather chord, intertwining it up and under each braid before tying it securely. He flattened the hair resting under the braids, before sitting back on his heels, admiring his work. Once pleased, he leaned forward to rest his chin on Jinki’s shoulder, grinning when the man shifted just a bit to look at him. “There. That’s more like it.”

            “Thank you.”

            “You’re welcome.” He pressed a warm kiss to Jinki’s temple and squeezed his shoulders gently. “Let’s head back, hmm?”

            Jonghyun stood then, stretching with his arms over his head for a moment, and sighed at how good it felt. He went to pull on his socks and boots, and pulled out his outer tunic he had discarded the night before. When he looked towards Jinki, the man was still sitting where he had left him, but his hand was lifted with his fingers just barely running over the braids on the left side of his head. He almost didn’t want to say anything because he enjoyed the dust of color across Jinki’s cheeks, but sunrise would happen very shortly and they needed to return to his room before breakfast was called for. “You ready to go?”

            “Huh?” Jinki’s hand fell quickly as if it was a stone tossed into a body of water, the color along his cheeks deepening as his eyes met Jonghyun’s. “Oh, yes. Just a moment.”

            He sure was unfairly pretty, Jonghyun thought as the man gracefully rose and began to clean up, hair falling around his cheeks like a dark curtain.

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             For breakfast, Jinki had been requested by his parents to join them alone. While Jonghyun didn’t want to leave him alone to deal with them, he had no diplomatic reason to refuse him going. There were guards stationed outside of his door and two outside on the balcony. Jonghyun felt it was a bit excessive, but given everything else the man was going through, he’d give Jinki this if it meant his safety was one less thing he was worried about. Before him was a selection of cheeses, small crackers and preserves, and a clear glass teapot full of green tea with tiny flowers floating on the surface. The food was good, but his mind was still worried over Jinki. If his parents could say such things with their King present, there was no telling what they would say once they had their son alone.

            He spread a bit of peach preserves on a cracker, foot shaking impatiently, and eyes never leaving his door.

 —----

            After a quick change of clothes and making sure Jonghyun’s replacement guard was in place, Jinki reluctantly headed down to breakfast with his parents. So far, it wasn’t so bad. They were serving some of his favorite foods, rice paper rolls filled with various fruits and vegetables, and seared tofu sprinkled with noodles in a seasoned broth. A part of him was surprised they even remembered a detail like that about him, but he also was immediately on guard. His parents never did something kind or thoughtful without a purpose. Jonghyun was sent for, for a reason, and he had a feeling that he was about to figure out why his parents did so much to get him here after so many years.

            In the end, it was his father who broke the silence of the room, clearing his throat at the end of the table and putting his utensils down on the folded napkin by his plate. “We requested you back here because we have a proposition for you.”

             Slowly, he lowered the gold-rimmed cup in his hand and swallowed the green tea in his mouth while meeting his Father’s eyes. “You sent an urgent, emergency message to the King of the United Kingdoms, in order to present me with a proposition?”

            "You wouldn’t answer our letters.” His mother comments, hands delicately folded on the green of the tablecloth.

            “There was nothing in them I wished to hear after our last meeting.” He ran a finger over the gold rim of his teacup, smooth and warm to the touch, and against his better judgment asked, “What is this proposition?”

             “By accepting the duties of being the Keeper of Light, you’ve left us without an heir, and as much as we’ve tried, we have not been able to produce another.” He would rather not know anything about whatever his parents did behind closed doors, but he listened intently as his father continued. “If we do not have an heir, our bloodline ends with me.”

             “I do not understand what this currently has to do with me.” Jinki let his hands fall into his lap, fingers intertwining calmly. “I gave up my right to the throne here when I took my vow.”

             “Which is why we are asking you to produce a child that we could have as our heir.”

            He made the mistake of trying to take a quick drink and promptly almost choked. “I’m sorry?”

            “It was your choices that led us here. We’re only asking that you fix them.” Jinki tried his best to keep his emotions in check, taking a deep breath even as his mother continued. “We have an upstanding woman from a good family who has agreed to a match. The marriage can be resolved once an heir is born if you still wish to choose duty over your family.”

            “My vow is very clear that I cannot have a spouse or produce children.” His thoughts shifted to Jonghyun, which wasn’t uncommon, but he thought of how the man asked him to give him an heir, so vulnerable and open. So much different than that of his parents before him. While he was doing something for Jonghyun, still breaking his vow, the man had always supported him, was proud of who he was, and knew him as long as he had. “That is widely known.”

            “You wouldn’t even think about it if it meant the no-fly ban being rescinded? You do have some sort of bond with that beast do you not?”

            The growl rolls from his throat before he can even think about it and the wood of the table trembles as his anger swells and it reacts to his magic. Palms planted on the tablecloth he glares at them both. “You haven’t changed at all. You only want me around if you have use of me. I am the Keeper of Light and I deserve respect as such. I will not be a stud for you and nor will I allow you to use my dragon against me to break my vow.”

             “Son-”

             “No,” A loud crack resounded in the room, followed by the shattering of glass as the thick oak table split in two between his hands. “You’ve lost the right to call me that many years ago.”

             Before he turned to leave, he gripped his hands behind his back and bowed to both, manors drilled into him hard to forget even in his pain and anger. Once his back was straightened, he flicked his gaze between them. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow morning. This complete mockery of politics is finished. Have a good night, my lord, lady.”

            The door slammed behind him, and even if it was terrible manners, it felt cathartic to let it out. He probably should go to his room, make himself presentable and get his emotions in check, but he let his feet carry him away. He knew where he was headed without thinking about it, and a few moments later the hallway with Jonghyun’s door was spanning out in front of him like an oasis in the middle of a dry desert.

 —---

            “You’re dismissed.” Jonghyun’s head snapped toward the door, blanket slipping a bit off his shoulder at the movement, and smiled warmly when Jinki was standing there. The smile fell almost immediately though, noticing the glossiness and a bit of pink in the man’s eyes.

            The guards on the balcony bowed before taking their leave, but Jonghyun waited until Jinki locked the door behind them before he spoke. “What’s the matter?”

            “There’s nothing the matter, Jonghyun.” Jinki flashed a little smile, one Jonghyun could see right through. He stepped closer, gently taking the man’s hand between his and kissing his knuckles softly. Jinki’s bottom lip trembled a bit, a few single tears finally falling from his cheeks. “I only wished to be near the one person who’s always been there for me.”

            Tenderly, the tears were wiped away by the end of his blanket, and Jonghyun both wished to stay here with Jinki and go make his parents wish they never sent that letter at all. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

            “Not yet.”

            “Come here. It’s alright.” Jinki practically fell into him, nose pressed into his neck and arms tight around him, a sob ratting his usually strong frame. Jonghyun felt like his heart was slowly breaking as he held the man and eventually led him to the mattress, curling around him protectively. He closed his eyes, petting down Jinki’s hair, as he quietly stated. “We can leave this very instant if you wish.”

            “Tomorrow morning.” Jinki’s voice was so weak as if filtered through gravel, breath hot against Jonghyun’s neck.

            “Alright. Tomorrow morning.” He held Jinki and caressed down his hair, and wondered if it would be considered a diplomatic incident if he turned the man’s parents into toads.

 —---

[pumpkinpatchkid]

Late Night Stories

Pairing: Lucifer x G!Neutral Reader

Rating: G (soft fluff)

Warnings: Mentions of death (possible spoilers if you don’t know what happened to Lilith)

Your stomach churned as you felt your D.D.D vibrate in your pocket once again. It felt like the thousandth time today – most likely another congratulatory text on your one hundredth day in Devildom. You knew you should be happy about it, the stay, the opportunity for the exchange, the people you’ve met… But the gut-wrenching hole within your body prevented that. You wanted to go home. Even for just a day. You sighed and put your head in your hands as the lesson dragged on. The last one of the day… Then maybe I can talk to Lucifer.

 You took a deep breath and straightened yourself in your chair, fighting off the blush at the thought of the first demon brother and attempted to busy yourself with note taking. With only a few lines written and your head a blur, the bell finally signalled the end of class, and the day in RAD. Jumping from your seat and haphazardly throwing your belongings into your bag, you practically sprinted from the building.

 Your walk home was the same as usual. Quiet, peaceful and-

“Yo!! Y/N! Slow down, ya damn human!” You heard Mammon call from behind you. You sighed heavily and slowed to a stop and Mammon ran up panting from behind you.

 “Mammon, why’re you so out of breath?” You asked, tilting your head and quirking your eyebrow. Mammon blushed heavily and avoided eye contact, muttering something about ‘dumb human curiosity’ under his breath.

 “I-It’s not like I was trying to catch up with ya okay? Just drop it, ‘kay?” He huffed and grabbed your arm, before joining you on your journey back to the House of Lamentation.

 “Say, Mammon?” You looked over at him after a little while of silence. He hummed and glanced at you in acknowledgement.

 “You... You don’t know if Lucifer is coming home earlier today, do you?” You asked, looking at your feet. Mammon let out a growl at your question.

 “Why would I care where he is? Probably off hiding my precious baby Goldie again.” He pouted and stopped talking, most likely overrun with fantasies about his beloved credit card. You rolled your eyes to yourself. Should’ve known Mammon wouldn’t be any help.

 You both reached home pretty quickly, glad that the now awkward silence was broken as you entered the building. Mammon mentioned getting ready for something and you waved your hand to him before making your way to the kitchen. Unsurprisingly Beel was raiding the fridge, and nearly jumped out of his skin when you brushed past him to get yourself a glass of water.

 “Welcome back, Y/N!” Beel greeted after swallowing a mouthful of who knew what. You smiled slightly at the sweet demon before you and took a sip of your beverage. A slight frown made its way onto the fiery haired male and he tilted his head.

 “Is everything okay? Are you hungry?” He asked. You couldn’t help but giggle quietly and shake your head.

 “I’m fine, Beel. I just need to talk to Lucifer is all. Do you know when he’ll be back?” You asked softly, tracing your finger around the rim of the glass in your other hand. His shoulders slumped, as if disappointed and shrugged.

 “Sorry, Y/N, I’m not sure...” He responded quietly, earning a sincere nod and a smile from you. You patted his arm reassuringly and reached up to ruffle his hair a little.

 “Thank you anyway, Bub. I’m going to take a nap, school was exhausting. I’ll see you later, okay?” You smiled before turning to exit the room.  He bid his farewells as you ascended the stairwell to your room, and you let out a heavy sigh as you shut the door. You slipped out of the RAD uniform and into your sleepwear before collapsing on your bed, nuzzling into the pillows, taking no time at all to drift into a dreamless sleep.

 By the time you woke up, it was darker than black outside your window. You grumbled to yourself and rubbed your eyes, sitting up and looking at your clock. 3:01AM. You groaned internally once again before standing up and stretching. Surely Lucifer has to be home by now…

 You made your way through the lengthy halls to Lucifer’s room and knocked quietly. You heard nothing and after a brief hesitation you knocked once again, a little louder than before. Nothing again. Where on earth could he be?

 You wandered the house in search for the man in question to no avail. You ran your hands through your hair and rubbed your face, about to give up, until a little lightbulb in your head went off. You walked quietly to the stairs of the crypt before pausing. It’s better than nothing, I suppose… You took a deep breath before taking a shaky step down the flight into the dungeon like room beneath the house.

 Candles were lit down the staircase, and throughout the vast room, you’d noticed as you reached the bottom. You looked around the room to spot a tall figure in dark clothing stood by Lilith’s makeshift resting place. Lucifer…

 He straightened his body, signalling he’d noticed your presence, but didn’t move from his spot. You approached him silently and stood next to him.

 “It’s not like you to be up this late, Y/N.” He spoke softly, eyes never leaving the intricately carved stone before him.

 “I just miss home, is all… I’d like to go back soon, just for a day.” You answered honestly, your eyes joining his in the same spot – you knew how he felt about his little sister, and with what he had confessed to you and the rest of the brothers, burdened himself with an inhuman amount of guilt for it. He nodded wordlessly and a thick silence fell over the pair of you. You both stayed like that for perhaps an hour, although it was nice. Comforting, even.

 “Where I’m from… It’s a little village…” You spoke softly, as if not to startle the demon.

 “It was built generations ago, by a stunning young woman. She always helped where she could as the village grew. She learned to cook the most amazing foods for those who weren’t fortunate enough to have meals on the table that night. She learned to heal those who weren’t fortunate enough so seek medical care. She was truly the purest being in that village. She learned how to cut wood and farm to help people lacking in manpower. She took care of children for those who were too busy attempting to provide for their family. There was a young man, new to the village who fell for her beauty, inside and out. She fell for him too.” You looked over at Lucifer, who seemed to have a glint in his eye – you knew he was listening.

 “They married not long after and started a family of their own. He took it upon himself to aid her in protecting and caring for the village and made sure to spare plenty of time for his children. Everybody loved and praised her. Nobody ever said anything bad about her. It stayed that way until she was too old and frail to continue. When her time came, she was surrounded by her loving husband, children and grandchildren, all by her bedside. The village gathered around her house to say goodbye to the woman they adored and cherished… She died peacefully with a heart full of love. At her funeral they erected a statue of her. They did it so that she’d live forever in the hearts of the villagers, so they wouldn’t forget how they prospered. We still talk about her and celebrate her life to this day…” You finished softly.

 “Why’re you telling me this?” Lucifer asked, just as soft. After building your courage throughout the story, you slipped your hand into his.

 “Lilith.” You whispered. “Her name was Lilith.”

 The grip Lucifer hand on your hand tightened, and you felt his body begin to tremble against your own. You felt your heart break with each tear that silently rolled down Lucifer’s pale cheeks and opened your mouth to comfort him. Before anything came out, however, your vision was clouded in black, and a pair of long arms encircled you. Lucifer clung to you as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, allowing his tears to fall freely for the first time in millennia, and for the first time ever in front of someone else. You simply pulled him impossibly closer, running a hand through his raven locks and pressed your face close to his, your other hand rubbing his back soothingly. He gripped at the back of your nightwear as if he were a child clinging to his mother, and his sobs wracked his body, even though they remained silent. You moved your hand from his hair to rest at the nape of his neck and the hand on his back moved to rub small circles on his broad shoulders. Under any other circumstance, you wouldn’t have ever wanted this to end – the Avatar of Pride was showing you his vulnerable side, seeking comfort in you…

 His tears gradually dried, and his shaking frame steadied again, but it seemed Lucifer felt the same way, still holding you close with his head buried into the juncture of your neck. You smiled softly at the heat of his breath steadily fanning across your exposed skin, but instantly flushed a rich pink as a pair of soft lips replaced his breath. Lucifer just… k-kissed me?! Pulled away ever so slightly to take a look at him when he bowed his head to place another kiss on your cheek.

 “Thank you, Y/N.” He whispered, before kissing your nose. Has crying made him lose his mind? What is going on?! Your mouth opened and shut, a few syllables being stammered, but you just couldn’t find the right words.

 “Thank you for letting me know she was still the good person myself and my brothers loved…” He whispered, face still mere inches away from your own. Your heart melted at his thanks and you nodded softly.

 “I love that about you, always knowing the right things to say… And will continue to love you for as long as I can, and thanks for tonight.” He spoke soft and sweet to you, his eyes full of sincerity, as he stroked a strand of hair out of your face. He really means it? He loves me?...

 “L-Lucifer, I…” You started, but he cut you off with his own lips. They were unusually soft, and the kiss was tender, rendering you unable to do anything but melt into the affection and return the feelings, more than happily and with a newfound confidence. Lucifer was the first to pull away, gazing down at you with a sparkle in his glassy eyes.

 “Come. Stay with me tonight. We can get up early to speak with Diavolo of a day trip back to your home.” He smiled and slipped together your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. It was your turn for your eyes to fill with tears, accepting his hold and followed after him to the stairs.

 “I shall be coming with you, of course. I’d like to pay my respects.” He smiled softly as he led you to his room for the night. You lit up at the proposal and nodded, stopping the pair of you before you opened the door.

 “I’d want nothing more.” You whispered, before reaching up and pressing a soft kiss of your own onto his lips.

 Maybe it’s not so bad here after all.

[seoultrippins]

focus | pjm | 01

Summary: Park Jimin is an extremely accomplished con man who takes an amateur con artist under his wing. What he did not see coming was you and him being romantically involved and with Jimin’s profession of being a liar and a cheater for a living, he realizes that deception and love are things that don't go together. Or could it?

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Crime, Conman!Jimin, Conartist!Reader, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 2851

Warnings: Cussing, Slight groping

Status: 1/?

A/N: Hey! It feels nice to be writing on tumblr, I've always wanted to. I 've grown accustomed to publishing my writings on AFF but I thought it'd be pretty cool to start publishing here. I hope you enjoy reading and I am not too sure how many parts there would be but either way don't be a silent rider. The smut in the next chapter will be intense however, so bless me.

From the lazy spin of the fans, to the recumbent light of eventide that will soon be starlit black, the bar soaks in the ambiance of this good night. It's a bar, in a hotel that has a name you could barely pronounce but everyone is attempting to appear proper in their high end suits and attire, as you are. Fidgeting through the skin tight dress you had on, you rested your arm on the bar countertop as you analysed the surroundings. The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the live jazz music that dominated the atmosphere. The crowd had a mixture of the young and the old and it was perfect. Perfect to source out for your very next victim. However, as you searched the throng, you felt a strong warmth around your waist and turned around as your eyes met with a desperate pair. Dressed in a suit two sizes bigger than required, the sloppy looking man insisted he had you in his arms. You wrinkled your brows as you realized where this was going, and it was destroying your good mood. Nervously, you removed the man’s hands away but his persistence remained. Whispering filthy nothings in your ears, your hands reached out to push the man away. Frustration boiled through your veins as you desperately thought of ways to remove yourself from the dreadful situation.

“Okay, you know what,” You chuckled nervously. “My boyfriend could be here any minute.” Your hands were busy pushing his persistent hands away as he laughed.

“Yea? I don’t see anyone. C’mon baby, no point lying..”

Rolling your eyes, you eyes scan through the crowd. Eyes evidently searching for someone you could confide in and that did it. Your eyes landed on the gentleman feasting on his dinner. Your eyes widened, handsome is a state of soul that carries through that man. He had that kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. He must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person’s natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Lips curling into a soft smirk, you tug the annoying man harshly, eyes meeting his as he pulls away in shock.

“Look, he’s there.” Your index finger pointing to the handsome gentleman who caught your attention confidently. “Fuck off, really.”

Walking past the bewildered drunk man, you breathe your nerves away as you approach the gentleman. You watch the way he sits with such elegance - so poignant and dignified. His white suit was tailored to his frame, and his unbuttoned dress shirt allowed his flawless skin to breathe while his fingers were adorned with precise lines of metallic rings. Fingers wrapped delicately around his wine glass as you watch his eyes shift towards you when voluntarily slip into the seat in front of him. Placing your baguette bag to your lap, you watch him raise his eyebrow in question as you lean forward to explain yourself.

“Could you -” You stopped, turning around to look at the creep still standing by the bar countertop looking right back at you before whispering. “Do you mind being my boyfriend? Like just for a minute.”

Staring at the man in front of you, you watch him smirk behind his glass before gently placing the drink down as he leans back against the soft cushion of his chair. Extending his long, toned legs into a manspread, he leans his face against his fingers as he watches you. Growing confused, you began to fidget in your seat.

“You - you’re not a serial killer are you?” You asked.

He stares, fingers playing with his rings as he shrugs. “That depends. How many times does it take to get to “serial”?” He shoots back.

Your face contorted into a genuine thoughtful expression as you answer. “Uhm..five..?”

“Oh then, no we’re good.” He leans forward as he answers you with a straight face.

This man was something else. You thought to yourself as your lips curled into a smile upon hearing his response. Hand stretching out, you introduced yourself.

“Y/N”

“Jimin.” His fingers slip comfortably into yours as he shakes your hand. It was brief, friendly even - but the way his attractive gaze stayed on yours made it oddly intimate.

“Ha Ha, funny.” You mocked, as you took a sip of the red liquor swirling in the shiny glass. “I only came to you because you seemed awfully lonely. Eating your dinner like that, I just felt so so bad..”

“Yea?” He prodded you with an eyebrow raise. “Then that’s also the reason why you’re here alone, waiting for a non-existent boyfriend you can use to chase away creeps?”

Okay he had a point.

“Hey!” You frowned. “A girl needs time alone alright? Also, you started this unnecessary feud on how you were the best choice in this damn bar. I was just trying to avoid ending up in the newspapers as a missing person.” Your frustration is evident in your tone as he watches you intently.

Not long, the both of you were bursting into bits of laughter as you recount the trivial conversation. Your eyes shifted to your wrist, taking note of the 30 minutes you’ve spent conversing with this stranger and everything seemed oddly perfect. Too perfect even.

“Thank you,” You said as he rested comfortably on his chair. “Thank you for saving me.”

His lips curled up slightly as he nodded. “Yeah, yeah we definitely showed him.” He says as his head points to the creep. The only difference was that he was knocked up, completely unconscious on the countertop.

You laughed. “Damn, was that what I was missing out on?”

As he laughs along, you watch him shift, toned body leaning forward and you couldn’t help but take note of the way his necklace dangled over his neck as he stares at you. “Can I walk you somewhere?”

The air in your lungs became stuck in your throat. This guy was extremely beautiful. His voice sounded like melted honey and it took all you had not to lean forward and take his lips in yours.

“Um,” You began. “I’m actually staying here, upstairs.”

“Really?” He says but you watch the way he fidgets in his seat, hands adjusting his rings and he runs his fingers through his hair - throughout, his gaze is fixed on you.

“Let me walk you there then.”

"Fuck." Jimin was nestled under you, your hips grinding against the evident arousal between his thighs as you drag your lips down his neck.

You shivered, feeling the way his hands travelled down your frame to your ass, squeezing the thick flesh mercilessly as forcefully grinds you against his arousal.

"Fuck Jimin, fuck do that again.." You whimpered.

Lips intertwined, you heart drops to your stomach when you took sight of the way he smiles between the kiss. You nearly forgot why you brought him up here in the first place. Not until the loud sound of your hotel room door crashing open did you remind yourself that you had a task to perform. Rolling your eyes, you switched into character.

"Oh fuck! It's my husband." As you watched Kihoon enter the room, you sprang into the area next to Jimin. Kihoon's fingers gripped tightly on the rifle as he pointed it towards Jimin's face.

"Kihoon wait-"

"Shut the fuck up." Kihoon groaned, his eyes gleaming as he faced Jimin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jimin voices, palms up as he surrenders himself to the situation but you couldn't ignore the slight tint of smile in the corner of his lips as he does so. Is this man a fucking psycho?

"Just let him go Kihoon."

"You fucking cheated. No way, he's fucking dead." Kihoon screams, lines of veins bulging out his reddening neck as he does so. You noted the sweat crowding his forehead. "Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn't do it."

At this moment, your heart was racing. You knew there was no intention of shooting Jimin, and it was aggravating to see the man next to you undisturbed by the scenario. His surrending palms were now resting comfortable under his head as he watches you. You sighed internally, coming up with a respond to Kihoon but Jimin cuts you off.

"I'm drawing a blank." He says, eyes shifting away from you to Kihoon.

"What?" Kihoon mutters, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I think you should shoot me." Jimin continues, smile creeping onto his handsome face. "Let's be honest, you've been aggrieved."

"Don't mess with him Jimin. He's done hard time." You tried to salvage the situation as you fidgeted in your spot.

"Yea man, I've done fucking hard time!"

Jimin chuckles, eyes lazily shifting as he stares at you. "Man, if you had any idea what I was about to do to her-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Kihoon yells, his rifle still pointing at Jimin's face, but this man remains unconcerned.

"Please, come on, shoot me." Jimin urges. "You're really doing me a favour. Cancer. Tumour, the size of a peach." He lifted his hand to offer a visual representation as he chuckles. "Shoot me, you'll see."

"Fuck!" You groaned, rolling your eyes as you aggravatedly run your fingers through your hair. "He's onto us, Kihoon. Wake the fuck up."

You watch Jimin sit up slowly as he rolled off the bed. His eyes fixed on you as he fixed his blazer. "Just give us the money Jimin."

"Or?" He challenges.

"He'll shoot you in the neck."

Kihoon falters, eyes shifting to you. "I can't shoot a guy with cancer. My grandma had cancer.."

"He does not have cancer, you idiot!" You groaned. "Get out man."

Your perked up when you hear Jimin laughing as watches the situation unfold. "You guys suck."

He leans forward, sinful hands slipping into his pants pockets. "First of all, you gotta wait till she gets my pants off." He says as he walks to rest against the wall nearest to the door. "Then you gotta give me a chance to run, that's how you get the money and you should never drop the con. You never break. Die with the lie."

"How did you figure this out?" You asked.

"When you stole that creep's wallet before you came to me."

You heave in wrath and fury, you feel your ego breaking through your spirit. Frowning, you questioned. "Then why'd you come up here with me then if you're so smart?"

Jimin shrugs. "Professional curiousity." He walks towards the door before turning around. "Also, I love ass so I figured it's a win-win."

You groaned. "Fuck off Jimin."

"You suck baby."

The cold night was all around as you stepped out of the hotel. Tugging onto your sweater, you hugged your shivering frame as you made your way home. You feel the chill in your blood, coldness bringing the synapses of your brain to a stand still. However, you were still perplexed by the failed operation, and your thoughts kept replaying the scene in your brain. You groaned internally. All you wanted was to get home and sulk on your own.

Until -

"You really should be more aware." You ears perked up at the familiar melted honey voice. Rolling your eyes, you caught sight of Jimin walking up to you from behind, his hands stuffed in his pants pockets. "I've been behind you for two blocks."

You stayed silent, footsteps hurrying but he prods you. "You didn't see me?"

"I don't have eyes at the back of my head." You responded.

"Well, if you're gonna play this game you might wanna grow a pair."

You turn to face him. He was the kind of handsome that got into your bones. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. Nonetheless, you brushed the thoughts away as you rolled your eyes. "I can take care of myself Jimin."

Shaking his head, he stops you. "No, you're going to get hurt." and when you don't answer, he offers. "Let me buy you coffee."

"I don't drink coffee." Hoping that would make him piss off, you failed, yet again, as he stood across you - silently staring at you. Groaning, you walked away. "Fine.

As he grabbed for the glass door, the two of you strolled side by side, stumbling onto the nearest café. You looked up to see his eyes already locked on you as he reached out to guide you inside the café, and the warmth of it sent an electric chill down your spine. As you took your seat, you gazed out the window at the to watch the thick blanket of snow that had blanketed the grounds. An icy serenade, a coolness to bring out the warmth within. As promised, Jimin comes back to the table with coffee cups in his hands.

"Thank you." You muttered softly, hands reaching for the cup as you caught his staring eyes.

"So, what's your thing?" You began, curious eyes finding his intense ones. "Inside? Roper? You can tell me."

He smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. "Everything. Been in this game for so long."

"Your story. I wanna know all of it if that's okay with you."

He nods, placing the cup onto the wooden table before leaning against his seat. Your eyes lingered over the spread of his toned thighs but chastised yourself for getting distracted.

"My grandfather used to run a crooked game in Busan." Jimin began. "Eventually, my father started shilling for him. One day they get burned. Mobbed-guy catches them throwing signals. Everybody's guns come out. Standoff. No way out. Except one."

Your eyes glued to the man in front of you, completely focused. "The Toledo Panic Button."

Your frowned. "What the hell is that?"

Jimin's chuckles and you don't think you'd ever get used to the sound of that. "You shoot your partner. Proves you're not together."

Mouth agape, you internalize the way Jimin casually spills horrid, explicit details on the world he's associated with. "So your grandfather killed your father?"

"That's the world you're in. Dabblers get killed." He shrugs, raising an eyebrow as he sips on his coffee.

God, was he hot.

You sighed. "Look, I wasn't born into this like you. I was a dyslexic foster kid. No prospects, no future. I mean, it's a minor miracle I'm not a hooker right now."

Jimin smirks at that as he leans his elbow against the armrest. He can't deny that the picture of your delicate hands wrapped around a poll accompanied by the dimmed lighting indeed piqued his interest. Hands grazing his jaw gently as you catch the way his eyes scans your frame. Brushing that act off, you lean forward. "Tutor me, Jimin."

"No." He shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Why should I?" Jimin shoots back.

Groaning, you reach for your bag as you pulled out a leather Birkin. "Well, look, I could pay you, if that helps ."

Jimin crosses his arms, lips curling into a smile before eventually transcending into a contagious laugh. "Y/N, whose wallet is that?"

"Um," You flipped the wallet open, tugging onto an identity card. "Dr Kim Wooshik?"

He does not reply immediately but stares at your hopeful face.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Jimin says before you could register. Head whipping up to the man in front of you, you watch the way his tongue swipe between his lips, wetting his lower lip as he awaits your response.

"I- are you serious? How do I contact you then?" You stood up when he did.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he closes up on you. Handsome face leaning towards yours as his supple lips lands on your right ear to whisper, "I'll call you."

As he leans back, your eyes catches sight on his hand lifting to your face with your watch in his hands. Eyes widening, you lifted your wrist to find it empty.

"How-"

"I'll see you tomorrow. Stay safe." He walks away, turning around briefly to flash a smile as you stood alone, baffled.