#while eunbi would be like oh my god. that is not a good idea. please stop.

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im genuinely so sorry . i was just staring at eunbi and this meme just came to mind so suddenly and i . couldn’t . help myself 😭

(im assuming that's solei on the left)

apri this is so hilarious to me because i keep thinking about how para solei and eunbi are basically the same person in different fonts

para gets a pass because they're less of a character to me and more of an avatar (any similarities to solei is also because solei was the og sona) but eunbi and solei are almost two sides of the same coin it's funny

that one eunbi art was actually based off of a very old solei art from The Olden Days

originally i had eunbi looking up the same way solei was, but before rendering i changed him to look down instead. just for some contrast

i wanted to see how far my art skills had gotten, but honestly a part of me still prefers the solei portrait just due to how warm and simple it is. there's a happy charm to it that i fear i've lost since then

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was wondering if you ever thought about writing a taeyeon smut with breeding/squirting kink

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Part Three of Dulce Periculum | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Girls Generation's Kim Taeyeon x Male Reader Smut

5,273 words

Categories | exactly what's in the ask: breeding and squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, light bondage, overstimulation, uniform sex, subbymommy!Taeyeon

Of course I thought about it! I would have written a hundred more fics for Taeng like I did with Eunbi if I weren't a lazy fuck LMAO This chapter is already barely edited!

Anyway, here's best girl. Please enjoy and await the next chapter ;)

"That was… something."

Eunbi's on your lap again, as she always is. It would be no surprise if it's become what she uses for everything now: a school chair, a backseat, everything. Her glasses are tilted to the side and her skirt is a bit too undone for suspicion to not be cast, for questions to not be said: “Why do you look tired?”; “Do you need a ride home?”; “Were you fucking Ms. Kim?”

Already she's forgotten about her earlier volleyball game loss, which is a good thing, you guess, since a disappointed frown no longer dimples her cute face. You'd rather have this Eunbi: a smiley one, clinging to you as if the two of you were magnetic forces that can't be separated without a fight, with her hair down and her body resting on yours. 

Comfort. That's the word.

You've no idea how you look like, but from the way she's attending to you—brushing your messy hair with her fingers and easing the bruises on your neck with soft massages—you'd say you look pretty fucked up, in a word-for-word kind of way, And the blame is on Kim Taeyeon, certified freak in the sheets and a pretty awesome teacher besides all that.

("In the classroom" would be a more fitting phrase. She completely dominated you and your girlfriend as if she owned you, and it's safe to say that after that, she does. It's something you're more than happy to give in to.)

"Are you okay? You'll have to use makeup for this, oppa," coos Eunbi as she worriedly massages a hickey. 

"My parents won't give a fuck, Eun. They'd be glad to know I'm getting laid."

She pushes her bottom lip out understandingly and nods. 

"What about you?"

"Uhh," she thinks for a moment, "my parents wouldn't see—"

"No." Reword that: "What I meant is: are you okay?" 

She beams. Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl—that charming little smile dances in your mind like an act at a circus. "I'm alive, aren't I?" 

"No, I mean, are you okay with the whole insult thing?" You push her lopsided glasses back on her nose. She kisses you appreciatively. "She called you… what? 'Naughty little girl'?"

"You can say I am," singsongs Eunbi as she toys with your uniform tie. Her smile is wider, a little more mischievous. God, what has Taeyeon done to her? "Right, oppa?"

"Whatever."

"What? You don't like it?" She's pouting, knowing how much that little downward quirk of her lips affects your heart. She curls her arms around your neck and drags her face closer to yours. The old Eunbi would have known better than to put on PDA in school, considering it goes against several student regulations, but she's starting to become a little more coy than usual. Her flushed cheeks tell you that she likes doing that for you, too.

"No, I do," you clarify, your hands sliding down to her tiny waist. "But I just want to, like, know if you're fine with everything. I mean, she likes to talk down on you, maybe even hurt your feelings while doing it. You sure it doesn't raise a red flag?"

"Oh, 'red flag'! Oppa keeps up with the lingo!"

Roll your eyes. Here we fucking go. "You know that I'm barely older than you, right?”

Eunbi giggles. She curls her little arms around you and pulls you close.

Taper your gaze south and you can see there are bruises on her shoulders, and a couple more on her thighs and legs that her skirt fails to hide. Hearing that cute laugh from her causes you to wonder if you're the problem. What did you do to Eunbi? What have you turned her into? A year or two back, she was just a cute little honor student with time in her packed schedule to allow for tutoring you. Now, she's constantly on your lap, as if it's her favorite seat, with the sweet smile on her face proving to be deceptive whenever she guides your hand up her skirt. 

Do you like it? Fuck yeah. Do you feel just a little bit guilty for corrupting her? That's also a yes.

"I'm fine with it," says Eunbi softly. "More than okay."

Her eyes are serious, but hold a gentleness in them that makes you want to pull her down and kiss her, and not even sexually. It brings you at least some comfort to know that whatever you made her into, she actively participates and allows. It would be a whole different thing if it weren't that way.

"You sure?" 

"Yes, my cute little oppa. Stop worrying about me." Eunbi kisses your nose again. "Let's go home?"

You look around. The covered court is empty, except for the remaining volleyball nets and confetti. The high school buildings are also silent. Taeyeon's car is gone from the driveway. Nobody is here but the two of you. 

Has looking at your empty school always been this nostalgic? You used to view education as nothing but a filler and obstacle in your schedule, but being with Eunbi makes you look forward to the future. Having your arm around her as you walk to your locker and sitting with her during lunch has significantly brightened your day. Even your grades started to improve—maybe love is the answer all along?

As corny as it sounds, it might be.

Your satisfied grin is genuine. Picking up the small girl bridal-style, you take the long day head in full stride. "Let's go home, pretty girl."

-

“Why are you home so late?”

Eunbi’s mother squints suspiciously as the two of you enter her house. You’ve come over to visit your girlfriend’s family more times than you can count, but after being royally fucked over by Kim Taeyeon, you can barely look her in the eyes. 

“Sorry, mommy– mom,” fumbles Eunbi. Her ears are red; the word sounds strange now after she’s used it on a woman twice her age, most especially if said woman’s her teacher.  She shrugs off your arm and steps out of her school shoes. “We stopped by the gym.”

“Yeah,” is all you can say to support the statement, considering you didn’t know until Eunbi mentioned it that there’s a gym nearby. It’s time to bulk and lift, you guess.

You and Eunbi stand guiltily at the doorway of the Kwon household, heads hung like faultful puppies. How to deal with Mrs. Kwon after you fucked her daughter and a nymphomaniac professor wasn’t exactly written down in the boyfriend manual. That’s why your mouth has nothing to say, and your hands go nowhere but your pockets. It’s an awkward situation you wouldn’t wish on even the most horrible school rival. 

“You had sex, didn’t you?” 

The bold, no-bullshit question makes Eunbi’s ears burn. Flustered, she shakes her head more times than someone who isn’t guilty should. “No!” she denies, as if offended by the thought of it. “Mom, why would you say that?” 

“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Kwon says, placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. Her smile is hilariously condescending. “I know you get stressed when I make you attend all those extracurriculars. My little girl needs some relief, too, just like her dad—”

Your eyes widen.

“Ew!” Eunbi rushes into your arms and places her hands on her ears. “Mom, stop, what the fuck!”

“No swearing!” scolds her mother as she skips over to the kitchen to make dinner, her day slightly better now that she’s fulfilled her duty as a parent to humiliate Eunbi. “Make sure to be on the pill, my silver rain! Mommy loves you so much!”

Eunbi’s hiding her face in her palms, pressing them hard on her cheeks that it’s started to mold to their shape. You, on the other hand, are cackling, You’re having the time of your fucking life, slapping your knees like an entry to Heaven depends on it. You can’t believe the strict Mrs. Kwon would be so straightforward about that. It’s certainly a break of character, and an embarrassing but welcome one.

Your girlfriend glares at you. “It’s not funny!” she whines, punching you in the shoulder. “Oppa, how can you even laugh about that?”

“I’m sorry, Eunbi—” Interrupted by your own laughs, you apologize profusely. Still, your eyes make half-moon crescents and your stomach starts to hurt from giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just—it’s just—”

“Oppa!” 

"What did she say, baby? Mommy loves you so much—"

“You’re so mean to me!”

“No, wait, wait, wait, you’re not going anywhere.” Sweep her into your arms again when the upset Eunbi turns around to leave. She mewls in protest, but you kiss her over and over, arms ribboned tight around her body. Your laughing lips start to feel numb with how much they’ve touched her pale, milky skin. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re not!”

Look down at Eunbi’s angry face and kiss her on the nose. That should work usually, but it seems like she’s really upset this time. “Oh, come on, baby,” you say. “I said I was sorry. What can I do to make you smile?”

Eunbi looks away like an upset bunny. It’s hard to keep a serious face when she’s too adorable even in times where she’s annoyed. 

“Tell me,” you urge. “I promise I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Bring my uniform to school,” says Eunbi, still refusing to look you in the eye. As she speaks, she unbuttons her blouse and slips out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but a camisole and volleyball shorts. “We’re training again tomorrow and I don’t want to carry it in my bag. And quit staring at my chest, perv!”

“Sorry.” Close your eyes for a few seconds, then open them, as if doing so would chasten them. The next second, Eunbi’s uniform is in your arms. “Where do I put it?”

“Give them to Professor Kim.”

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re”—minimize your voice so Mrs. Kwon wouldn’t hear, just in case she'd been eavesdropping the whole time—”fucking her without me.”

“Oppa,” Eunbi interrupts. Her expression is suddenly serious. “Just do it, please?”

-

Oh, yeah, as weird as her request is, you don’t say no. If she's merely having your professor do her laundry or arranging a time for some one-on-one tutoring sessions, you take the clothes and take the trip. When Eunbi's upset, you transform into an overly nurturing father. 

You almost told the school guard you’re there for boyfriend duties. He’s a friendly guy and would have understood if you actually said it, but you’re so irritated by having to drive all the way back to school that you don’t find it in you to crack jokes.  

You meet Taeyeon in the faculty room. “Good afternoon, Professor,” you say, unsure if you should go on with the mommy thing.

Taeyeon is now dressed in a blouse layered with a brown fur sweater. Her beam is so different from the predatory smirk that was on her face earlier. “Good afternoon, pretty boy.” She looks down at Eunbi’s uniform. “What’s this?”

“Um.” You scratch the back of your neck, still flustered by Taeyeon’s coy remark. “Eunbi asked me to give it to you.”

“Ah, thank you. Would you check on me in three minutes, please?”

Another strange request from another beautiful woman. Trying not to look confused, you nod. “Uh, sure, Professor.”

Taeyeon kisses you on the cheek then brings the uniform with her to the bathroom.

You’re becoming more and more suspicious by the second. Everything falls into place a little too perfectly. Wasn’t Taeyeon’s car away from the driveway? If so, why is she here? Why did Eunbi ask you to bring her uniform, and what is your professor doing with them in the bathroom? You’re so close to figuring it out, but anytime you join the puzzle pieces together, they don’t make the right picture.

Three minutes pass anyway, and maybe it’s a wrong decision to knock on the faculty bathroom door, but you do, and—

"You're back, baby boy."

The door opens, as if it were an ominous curtain to one of the drama club's plays.

And the main character herself is in full costume: your teacher pushes her little weight onto the sink with one, practiced hand, dressed head to toe in the school uniform. It's not just any skirt and blouse she's donning—you come to realize that it’s the uniform you gave to her, that it actually belongs to Eunbi. With how slim she is, the uniform fits Taeyeon like a glove.

Her hair is perfectly messed up into brown falls of pillow-soft beauty. Her gaze falls nothing short of sultry, and so do the rest of her actions. Even the way she sets her hand on her hip is graceful. Each thing she does is designed to seduce you, and you'd be a filthy liar if you said it wasn't working.

Her name is all you can say. What else can you utter when she's completely stolen your breath? Locked it into her heart so that it could inhale nothing more than her desire and lust?

"I told you we weren't done yet, didn't I?" Taeyeon says. "And I always keep my word, especially for sweet baby boys like you."

"Mommy…" The title falls from your mouth seamlessly, as if it were a natural thing to say.

"You know," she goes on, suspense in each step as she approaches you, "I wasn't really satisfied with how you bred me. I wanted to really feel what your little girlfriend gets every night from you."

"Did you plan this?" 

"You got me." Taeyeon pulls you close. She's smaller than you, but her dominance overpowers that. "Ms. Kwon wants me to feel good. She only wants the best cum for her mommy, and she chose you."

Ah, everything makes sense now. You should have known something was up when Eunbi smiled a little more cheekily, or when she remained on her phone during the ride home. How could you have let it happen right under your nose?

"So, won't you give mommy more, baby? Please?"

You think about it. You've got one of the hottest women you know standing in front of you with the sexiest uniform on. Is this really a chance you'd let slip?

No, but—

"Hands?"

Taeyeon nods immediately. It's as if she knows what you're about to do, so why is she surprised while you tug the uniform tie from her neck in one, swift pull?

Take her thin wrists after she turns around and bind them together with said tie. Taeyeon moans in excitement, even more so when you sweep her off her feet and place her onto the sink counter. The setting is less sexy than you want it to be, but you settle for it. What matters is what you do.

Part her legs and lift the lapels of the offending skirt out of the way. No panties; your teacher is truly the boldest. 

Taeyeon's pussy is as ethereal as ever. Her thighs are slick from the wetness it exudes, and from that alone you can just tell that she's been fantasizing about having you fuck her for a while. When you glide your finger across the drenched slit, she whines loudly. Her back knocks at the bathroom mirror.

"Baby, please," she whispers. The plea written in her face is genuine. She tries, to the best of her bound ability, to squirm her hips in your direction. It's an unsuccessful attempt, needless to say. "I need you."

"What do you need, Taeyeon?" Yes, you're shedding the mommy formalities now, even going as far to call her by her first name. Calling her by her sexual title is absurd when you've got her fully under your control. 

"Need your tongue." 

She lifts her head high like she's reaching heaven due to your teasing kisses on her inner thighs. They draw the path to her soaked cunt, which clenches around thin air as it waits for you to put it out of its misery.

"A little more specific, please?"

"Need your mouth," whimpers Taeyeon. You're crossing uncharted waters now as you kiss around her folds. Her ecstasy is so close, yet so far. "Need your mouth on me. Need you to make me feel good, baby, please."

The watery look in her eyes convinces you to stop the foreplay. You hold Taeyeon's thighs and spread them apart, squeezing them as you go, then go for the kill.

"Ohhh!" With the tie around her wrists, Taeyeon can't hold onto anything but her own fingers to deal with your tongue. You make sure to drum it on her clit as you pump in a finger into her drenched hole. "Baby, oh my god, baby, that feels so good!"

Taeyeon's taste is one you'd remember forever. The tangy sweetness is addicting, and if you could keep your mouth on her pretty pussy forever, you would. For this reason, you serve rough, languid flicks with your tongue on her nub, and strengthen the force of your fingerfucking. With the combined pleasure, Taeyeon squeezes down so tightly that, if her wetness were nonexistent, it would be hard to move. It's lucky that each thrust draws out plenty of delicious nectar.

Taeyeon's thighs quiver as they try to keep themselves open. Her loud sighs fill your ears, and they turn into whiny cries when you brush your fingertips against a certain spot on her walls. Her lips are pursed, her stomach is tight, and her jaw is slack. She learned self-control as a teacher, especially when dealing with rowdy classes, but experience can't stop her incessant mewls.

"Baby, baby, baby," whimpers Taeyeon. "Please. Oh, oh my god, please, I need you."

"That's right, Taeyeon," you say. You lift your head to smirk at her, adding another finger. "You look so pretty when you're being a good girl."

Taeyeon gasps for composure as the praise leaves her more drenched. Your fingers aren't helping at all—they know each curve and spot that makes her writhe. When you've cornered her weaknesses and targeted them, her formal acts as a teacher go straight out of the window. In this school bathroom, she's no longer a teacher, she's not the one in control. Here, she's your good girl, and you'll lord it over her as much as you please.

Your digits curl. Taeyeon's back curves as her screams bounce off the tiled walls. You place a spare hand over her mouth. Her breaths hit your palm with the pleasant company of her broken moans. 

"Keep quiet," you say, boring her down with your glare. Her eyes return a frenzied, lustful look. "There could still be people outside, you know. Wouldn't want them knowing how weak you can get for one of the delinquents, no?"

Taeyeon's folds swallow your fingers as they move, and when you finally get knuckle-deep inside her, they hold onto them and refuse to let it go. Therefore, you're forced to thrust bluntly, keeping the length of them inside her and reaching places that her slim ones can only dream of reaching.

She shakes her head. Her long toned legs start to kick wildly. You've seen that before, and you know what it means: she's about to cum. Hard.

She's chanting your name for the hundredth time. Lips pursed, eyes shut, she cries for more. You're a known rebel at school, but you choose this order as one you'd follow. 

You place your mouth on her pussy again. As you stimulate the sensitive skin with daring licks and thrusts of your tongue, Taeyeon kicks and moans. She'd do so many things to you if her hands weren't tied: grab your head and pull it deeper between her legs, squeeze her own tits under her blouse, probably even try to wrestle for the upper hand. But she's left as another pretty girl who's yours to use, and for this time, you choose to assault her pink, soaked cunt with your mouth.

The hand that was on her mouth earlier is now firmly rubbing eights on her clit. Taeyeon's screams aren't muffled anymore, and as much as they're loud and deafening, you enjoy it. Who wouldn't when this woman, this forbidden bombshell of a woman, is looking down at you with breaths that quake like her thighs, and says, in a strangled whisper: "I'm going to… fuck, I'm gonna—"

You capture her clit in your lips and slide a third finger inside her.

Taeyeon screams. 

Echoing wails of curses and blasphemy leave her open mouth. In everything you do, you do hard and fast. Taeyeon is struggling on the sink, trying to fight her way out of the tight school tie so that she can ride your tongue faster. The only thing she can do is close her thighs to keep you there.

"Baby, oh my god, oh!" Your teacher jerks her spasming core at your tongue, urging it inside her. Her pretty face is beet red. "Mommy's cumming, I can't– I can’t, please, I'm gonna squirt all over your face!"

A spurt of girl cum hits your chin. You slack your jaw to receive more of it in your mouth. You don't stop your frantic licking at her pearl which gets more of the unholy fluid spraying. 

She tastes even better when she cums.

"Yes, that’s a good girl," you say. Replace your tongue with your fingertip to be able to drink from her. As her cum messily hoses in the air, you become a thirsted traveler hooking onto the last resort. You eat of her, you drink of her, you fuck her. "Cum for me. Make a mess like the slut you are. Be a good girl."

Tears run down Taeyeon's face. "Yes, please—hnnn, it's too much!"

Her bundle of nerves suffers rapid swiping that draws fire hydrant-like sprays from her. Her whole body is slithering and twitching erratically, yet you keep rubbing her. And you’re not stopping until her shaking legs are too weak to lift themselves and protest, or her throat becomes sore from screaming. 

You keep that promise. “No, Taeyeon,” you murmur. Rubbing at her core, you smile down at her. “It’s not too much when you’re with me. I know you have more cum in that pretty cunt of yours, and I’m taking it all.”

It’s fascinating how she’s the one on the bottom now. This writhing, whimpering mess of a girl can’t be the same teacher who rules the classroom with an iron fist. But she is, and her change of personas doesn’t fail to amaze you as she cums and squirts even more. The tiles of the bathroom floor now bear a puddle on its surface, and the mirror reflects something other than Taeyeon’s back and your cruel grin.

Taeyeon’s breaths are accented by the lifts and rests of her tight midriff, seen under the uniform. “Please, baby,” she tells you. Her hips fly off the sink and land back on it as it tries to find a way in avoiding and giving in to your hand at the same time. “Baby, baby– baby, mommy can’t anymore.”

"Yes, you can. Keep cumming for me."

"I-I-I…. ahhh!"

Indeed, she cums more. What you thought would soon end with soft drops becomes a blast again. It's wearing Taeyeon out—her arms and legs are sedentary, and groans pronounce through her broken voice. You kiss her neck and collarbone while your finger does away with her pussy, pushing its limits and boundaries.

"God, you're such a good girl." You kiss the insides of her thighs. "That's it, you can do it. Just a bit more for me."

Her center flexes and squeezes to reach the peak of her orgasm. Taeyeon's sighs are loud and stammered, and you gently silence them with a kiss on her mouth. Her moans are sweet and tired, so you slow the rubbing up to the moment Taeyeon's legs stop quaking.

The aftershock halts. Taeyeon's head relies on the bathroom mirror for support. 

"Mmm, oh fuck, baby boy, that felt so good."

"There's more where that came from, mommy."

"Oh, so now you're calling me that."

"Of course, unless…" You pause your careful touches on her legs. "You want me to stop?"

"No, please, don't stop!" Taeyeon shakes her head. 

"Why not, mommy?"

"B-because…" she says, before making eye contact with you. Doing so causes her to stop.

Drum your fingers on her hip. "Yes?"

"'Cause I need you to use me, baby boy. I need you to make me cum again and fill my slutty mommy pussy with your load. Need you, need you to breed me, baby boy. That's all I want."

The most inarticulate sentences from Taeyeon make the most sense to you. When she's trying to fight her way out of the makeshift binds and whimpering even without contact with her skin, what else can be deduced? She's a needy woman, and you're the perfect guy to help her out.

What wouldn't you do to fill that pretty cunt? Her pleas are enough for you; you lift her off the sink and bend her over it instead. Can't resist being rough when she's biting her lip like that. Spank her.

"Gonna breed you, Taeyeon," you rasp. You squeeze her ass that peeks from the folds of her pleated skirt. "Gonna fill you up, and you're gonna take it all, won't you?"

Taeyeon nods, her breath long gone. "Yes, yes, please. Give it to me."

It only takes a few unzips and unbuckles for you to completely fill your teacher. Her whole body tenses up beautifully, and the mirror bounces back to you the image of her orgasmic face: eyelids shut, mouth contrastingly open. 

"Fuck."  Taeyeon bites her lip. "Just like that, b-baby, just keep going."

It's easy to propel yourself inside her when your hands are on her wrists bound behind her bent back. Her trapped fingers crawl and grasp on yours to deal with your anything-but-gentle violations of her pussy. 

You propel pleasured expressions of bliss on her face that you can see on the mirror. You can barely see her irises while you fuck her. Must mean you're doing a good job rearranging her guts. You can feel her stomach when you thrust into her. 

After feeling her nub for a while, you press on the bulge your shaft creates on her belly. "I'm gonna ruin you, Kim Taeyeon," you tell her, to which she whimpers softly in response. "I'm gonna put a fucking baby in your womb. Fill up this pretty pussy with my load. Do you want that?"

"Yes, yes, yesss," she drawls out. "Fucking breed me. Put that big cock to use, baby. I want it all."

"Oh, of course you do." Speed up, spreading her splayed pussy lips to force it into swallowing your whole shaft. Your cockhead knocks against her cervix, and it turns you on more than it should. "Asking your student for a uniform so you can look like a slutty little schoolgirl for me. If you want to be one, then I'm gonna treat you like one."

Spank her. Each blow from your hand on her clapping cheeks causes her cunt to hold your cock tighter. Her hole clenches and twitches as you abuse her ass, squeezing and slapping the soft flesh to hear her desperate, weak cries. This is the most disrespect you've given to a teacher, even if you're already a trouble child. Can't say you aren't enjoying each second that passes.

"Oh my god, yes!" Taeyeon squeals. In a sudden burst of energy, she fucks herself back on your cock, wanting you and everything but for your rod to stop impaling her. "Fuck me, baby, hurt me! Give me your cum!"

"Fucking cumslut. You'll get all of it."

Your fist ribbons around her hair and pulls back harshly. You kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe. Your hot breath makes her legs tremble and her hands weaken in the restriction of the tie. She's submitting to you completely, allowing you to do as you please to her. What else can she do anyway, when she asked for it: for you to cum in her, to use her, to treat her like a toy? 

Nothing. All she can do is receive your paced thrusts and spanks, be a good girl and bend her body over the sink for your cock to ruin. Never did she think she'd like to be used as much as she likes to use. 

Once you've deemed her ass red enough, you switch your attention to her breasts. They're the perfect size to squeeze, and you do plenty of that once you realize her breasts are just as sensitive as Eunbi's. You pinch the nipples harshly, pulling on them to make her cry and rub them for her to squirm her legs together more. In everything you do, her pussy clamps tighter, and she's pushed closer and closer to an orgasm.

"P-please," she whispers weakly. "More, please, I'm so close."

"Promise me you'll take all of my cum." Pressure her into saying so through rubbing her clit. Her ass reverses into your crotch and her desirable body starts to spasm. "Promise me, baby."

"I'll take all of your cum!" Taeyeon sobs. Her voice is so loud that you're sure it passes through the bathroom door. "My tight little pussy will get all of your hot thick cum, I'll let you breed me! Just please make me cum!"

You bear her head down with one hand into the sink counter and fuck her like you mean it. All gentleness is lost now. You ravage her cunt as if you need to do so to live. Spread her velvety walls with your pumps. Let them remember the shape of your cock so that the next time you fuck her it contracts perfectly to your size. Make her sensitivity reach an all-time high. 

"Big, so big, so hard inside me—fffuck me!" 

Taeyeon leaves a big mess for the janitor to clean up. Her orgasm is wet and violent. It forces her to squirt on the tiled floor and your clothes, forces her to squeeze down so tightly on your rod that it suffocates and explodes inside her. Your groans are humiliatingly loud, but it drowns out in Taeyeon's chants of bliss.

"Oh, shit, baby!" she says. "Give me your cum, breed me, make me a mommy!" 

Her moans are high-pitched unlike her serious tone when she teaches. When she instructs the classroom, it's strict, cutting through the air like a knife. Now, she's whining helplessly when she instructs you to breed her, bearing your drills as you fill her insides with your cum.

You don't pull out. It would be disobeying her commands. So, even when she's turned into your submissive babygirl with the help of your harsh pumps, she's still your teacher. You'll always follow her way.

"Yes… fuck me… breed me… use me…" is the last thing Taeyeon murmurs before she loses her strength and collapses on the sink.

-

You guide Taeyeon to her car and drive her home. She's sleeping beside you on the front passenger seat. Pray nobody sees you as you drive through the exit of your school. 

But before all that, you went through Taeyeon's phone, and you saw her messages. To your surprise, there's a conversation log in which she texts your girlfriend Eunbi.

It reads:

Professor Taeng: You brought your uniform here, sweetheart?

Kwon Eunbi ♥︎: he brought it himself

have fun w him, Mommy :3

Professor Taeng: I will ;). 

[yieldtotemptation]

While Eunbi is still wearing the sleeveless turtleneck, you pull and bunch it up in the middle of her chest, parting her tits. Her tits are exposed through the armholes, the bunched-up turtleneck becomes a make-shift leash at the front as you fuck her. Are you going rough or soft on her? How are you going to have sex while one of your hands is on her 'leash'?

LEASH ft. Eunbi

eunbi x male reader smut.

1k words

"You belong to me, Eunbi," you say through gritted teeth, barely able to get the words out between thrusts into her round, juicy ass.

Your unforgiving violation of Eunbi's ass was as much for her as it was for you - this wasn't just what she needed, this was what she deserved.

Judging by her face through the stained bathroom mirror - her eyes glazed over with lust and pain and pleasure, her mouth hanging half-open, nothing but moans and pleas escaping her lips  - you were right.

You hold onto her hips tightly, each stroke forcing as much of your cock into her shapely ass as possible, slamming her cheeks back against your hips, fighting against her extremely tight hole. The collision of her ass against your hips echoes off the walls of the public restroom - the old, dirty bathroom the perfect venue for your fucking.

"So - fucking - good!" Eunbi cries out, as if you're fucking each word out of her pretty red lips. "So - fucking - big - in - my - ass!"

Eunbi's ass feels so hot and tight around you, like it was designed perfectly for your cock, able to smoothly take you in and out, while still choking your cock in it's wonderfully tight grasp. You nearly lose yourself inside that wonderful feeling, you could fuck her ass for hours - days if you had to.

But it's Eunbi's cries that bring you back to reality - she has no care for the risk of anyone who could be outside the public bathroom, let alone anyone that could come in. Yes, you had locked the door, but the door was so old it was basically useless.

You turn your attention back to not just how good Eunbi feels to fuck, but on Eunbi herself - seeing the dark-haired beauty brace herself on the sink before her, the sink creaking as you pound into her, poorly suited to handle such rough treatment.

You can feel her knees begin to shake under her, her arms begin to weaken - that wouldn't do. You need her on her feet and taking your cock with her tight, squeezing asshole.

You get an idea, grabbing the back of her top - a black, sleeveless turtleneck. You were both barely undressed - desperate to start fucking her ass as soon as possible you had only opted to free the necessary parts - your pants unzipped to free your cock, and her own jeans and panties pooled around her ankles.

You yank her upwards, pulling her back upright, her top stretching and ripping - the fabric was not built for this punishment. Not like Eunbi.

Her top tears at the sides, somehow bunching up in the middle of her chest, freeing her bountiful, large, round breasts through the torn armholes, displaying through the mirror the most perfect pair of tits you've ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Your cock swells even harder inside her at the sight of her exposed chest, causing Eunbi to gasp in delight as you push far deeper into her while pulling her back against you, her once-top now a makeshift leash, causing her back to arch in the most divine way and her perfect breasts to thrust out even further, proudly showing off their full, glorious size.

You want them in your hands and in your mouth - you want to feast on her breasts and greedily take them for yourself, you want them squeezing against either side of your cock, but most of all - you want them painted white with your cum.

But that would all come in time.

For now, just the sight of her magnificent breasts haphazardly clapping together with each push into her wondrous ass hypnotises you, triggers your most basic, primal instincts telling you to dominate, to conquer, to fuck.

"Oh - god - yes - please - fuck - me - harder!"

Every word spurs you, you know you're in control - her ass is yours to break, to do whatever the fuck you want with it, but you can't help but comply with her deepest desires and fuck her like she wanted - faster, harder.

Your pace increases, consumed in the feeling of taking such a gorgeous woman from behind, her voice crying out in ecstasy, crying out your name, pleading for you to fuck her clenching hole, only wanting one thing - more.

"Keep - fucking - my - ass - baby! Keep - fucking - me - just - like - that!"

You find yourself growing mad at her - she isn't in any place to be giving instructions - she's yours to fuck, however you want to. She yelps as you tighten the leash around her, priming her into the perfect position to - smack!

"OH - FUCK!"

Eunbi cries out when you bring your hand down on her, instantly reddening her ass.

"Your mouth,"  you growl.

SMACK!

"Your tits," you continue.

SMACK!

"Your cunt,"

SMACK!

"and this fucking ass."

You punctuate your point by pulling back harder on her leash so her back is against you, and you take one of her hanging breasts into your free hand, ruthlessly squeezing into the ample flesh, relishing the feeling of it in your hands.

You whisper harshly into Eunbi's ears. "Mine."

You can feel something break in Eunbi, the pain of your hard strikes against her ass reduces her to a mewling mess against you, on the verge of utter euphoria.

"Ye - yes!" Eunbi barely manages to moan out the word, too absorbed in your unrelenting pounding. "I'm - sorry. It's all - I'm all - yours! Just please - please I'm gonna - gonna -"

"Do it," you command. "Cum."

You can't help but be captivated by the look on Eunbi's face in the mirror, her beautiful features contorted with pleasure, wrecked and overcome by being fucked so intensely. Her entire body starts to shake, uncontrollably quivering and trembling against you as pure bliss washes over her.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!"

You let her ride out her own orgasm, holding her leash taut enough to keep her upright, bearing witness to the rise and fall of her perfect breasts as she heaves deep breaths through every tremble and quake. You can barely hold back your own orgasm, your senses already beginning to overload from the feeling of the agonisingly delightful contractions and vibrations of her ass around you.

"Use me - please!" Eunbi begs for you, expressing her want, her need for you. "Cum in me - take my ass, I've been so good!"

The feeling of her ass around you is far too good, far too much, and with one, final triumphant thrust you bury your cock deep into her, yanking her leash back, drawing a moan loud enough to bounce off the walls of the bathroom.

"FUCK!" Eunbi cries out as you pull her back into you, her orgasm coursing through her body as her ass clenches impossibly tight around your cock. It overwhelms you, blanks your mind - it shouldn't be possible to feel this fucking good.

You barely register your own cock pulsating, firing shot after shot of your seed deep inside Eunbi's tight hole. Your cum spills out from her ass, leaking out from around your cock, dripping down her soft, white thighs.

It takes a few breaths for you to regain your thoughts, and you look into your hands to see that you're holding what remains of Eunbi's tattered leash, now completely ripped from her body.

Eunbi falls to the ground, no longer having her leash to hold up, not even having the strength to brace herself on the sink, dropping to her knees in a naked, well-fucked mess.

Your cock slips out of her as she falls, drops of cum still hanging from the tip and falling to the ground with her.

You take in Eunbi - a band of loose, black fabric is still around her waist, her top torn off her body to allow her large, teardrop breasts to hang freely. Cum glistens against her plump, red ass-cheeks, still dribbling from out of her hole.

You bend down and take her by the chin, tilting her head up so she can look you in the eyes. Her face is frozen in a post-fuck stupor, awash in the glow of a mind-breaking orgasm.

"You're mine, Eunbi - understand?"

She doesn't reply, too exhausted from being so thoroughly fucked, too breathless to say anything at all, and simply nods in response.

"Good."

Satisfied, you turn to leave, not before removing your jacket and tossing it over to her. It wouldn't do for others to see her like this.

No, that was for you, and for you only.

[definitelyseven]

deal | eleven

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum.

one (m) | two | three (m) | four (m) | five | six (m) | seven | eight (m) | nine | ten | eleven | twelve (m) | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen - final |

The trip with you was supposed to be a couple of days only, but with her it lasted a week. After that night, you immediately went back to your room, packed your things and left Taiwan. It was obvious you were not wanted, and him staying in Taiwan for a week only proved you right. 

“I’m glad you transferred,” Jackson smiled as he handed you a file. 

You smiled back at him softly. “Are you sure it’ll be alright with Mr. Im?”

“Jaebum’s stubborn and sometimes unreasonable, but he’s my best friend. We’ll get over it,” he reassured you. You nodded before heading towards the door. 

“I need to talk to you,” Jaebum said barging into Jackson’s office. He was back in the office today. “Can you give us a minute?” he asked Jackson. Jackson nodded, stepping out of his office to give you both some privacy. The both of you stood their awkwardly, looking at the floor.

“Is there something I can help you with Mr. Im?” you asked professionally. 

“You left.”

You chuckled softly, “What was I supposed to do? Stay and watch you love her?”

Jaebum was shocked by your response. “I can explain,” he said walking towards you. You stepped back, lifting your hands up as a sign for him not to come any closer. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“There are always choices, Jaebum. It all depends on what you pick.”

“She’s my fiancé.”

You chuckled softly again at his excuse. “I know that. I know she’s your fiancé and I have no right to be mad or upset. I’m the home wrecker. I deserve it but I didn’t deserve to be humiliated like that.”

The thought of him making love to her haunted you. Every time you closed your eyes, you hear him moaning her name. His words engraved into your mind - “I’ll fucking get you pregnant.”

“That was never my intention,” he explained.

“Sometimes we say or do things with no intent on hurting people, but it does. And it doesn’t mean it hurts any less,” you said getting emotional. Not only were you constantly reminded of it, your heart stung every time. It became hard to breathe and your stomach felt like it was in knots 24/7. 

“How can I make it up to you?” he asked sincerely.

“I don’t think you can,” you revealed. She’s his fiancé. He was only doing what couples do.

“I never meant for this to happen. I honestly thought,” he begin to say before you interrupted him.

“You thought it would work out? That I would be your secret mistress forever? Let’s be honest with ourselves Jae. This was fun but it was never going to work out.”

“You’re right. I just didn’t expect it turn out like this. I thought we would be able to talk it out, ends things mutually when the time came.”

“No matter what I say you’re still going to marry her,” you realized.

You had to be honest with yourself. He’s too loyal to leave her. She’s his best friend.

“You don’t love her,” you whimpered. “If you love her as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be sleeping around,” you exposed. 

“I do love her,” he admitted. 

“You don’t love her. You love the idea of having a mother for Minguk and that shows how selfish you are. The both of you are selfish.”

“How are we selfish?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m doing this for my son.”

“Have you ever thought how that would make Eunbi feel? You’re only with her so she can be the mother of your son - that’s not love. And I can’t be the only one that sees right through her.”

“She knows I love her.” 

“You don’t love her like you loved your dead girlfriend,” you said honestly.

“Don’t you dare talk about her,” he spatted, charging towards you. Jaebum pushes you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the corner of the bookshelf. You winced in pain. “I swear to God if you talk about her again,” he warned. He was angry with you; angry enough to hurt you. You tried to push him off you but he was too strong. 

“Would she want her to be Minguk’s mother?” you continued to speak. “Would she be proud of what you’re doing?”

“I said stop fucking talking about her,” he threatened. His grip on your arms tightened - so tight that you were sure he’d leave a mark.

“Jae you’re hurting me,” you said squirming in his arms. “Jae!” you screamed causing Jackson to run in. 

“Jae let her go!” he shouts from across the room. Jaebum ignores him, his eyes staring straight into yours. Jackson makes his way over to you.

“I’m okay,” you whimpered, looking at Jackson. Jackson stops moving towards you. He quickly runs back to shut the door, knowing you didn’t want other people in the office to find out what was happening in here. Jackson stayed in the room with you to make sure you were okay. 

“If we’re so bad then what are you? How are you any different than her?” he accused.

You took a deep breath in, calming yourself down. “The fact that you think I’m anything like her shows how much you didn’t know me. You only cared for me when you needed my body,” you sobbed quietly, afraid that people on the other side might hear.

“I know one thing different about her. The difference is I’ve known her all my life. Even if she was after my money, I know she will help me take care of Minguk. You? I’m not so sure.”

“It was never about the money,” you whispered. 

It never was. It wasn’t even about him. It was about seeking revenge against her; the woman that stole everything from you.

“I’m so stupid,” you whispered to yourself with tears clouding in your eyes. “I was so stupid to think even for a second that you liked me back.”

“It’s not that I didn’t like you,” he began to explain, his grip loosening. “You’re just not her. She’s my best friend. She’s my fiancé.”

“It doesn’t matter what I am to you anymore. I’m done,” you whispered with pearls of tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

Jaebum nodded slowly because he knew there was nothing he could do or say to make you change your mind. He had no intentions of making you stay either. “You don’t have to transfer departments. We can still work together.”

“Maybe you can. But I can’t,” you revealed. “I can’t look at you and pretend that everything is okay between us. I can’t look at you and pretend we didn’t share a bed together.”

You should’ve known better. What did you expect would happen when you played with fire?

“Why Jackson? You don’t even know him,” Jaebum tried to convince. 

You shook your head, “I don’t even know you. At the end of the day we’re just fuck buddies.” You didn’t care if Jackson found out what you really were at this point. Jaebum finally lets you go because you were right.

“Jae I think it’s time for you to leave,” Jackson said. Jaebum straightens out his suit, gathering himself together before clearing his throat. He looks at you and then at Jackson before leaving his office. “Are you alright?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” you whimpered. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked again. 

“Promise me. Tell me you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise,” Jackson said comforting you. 

You fiddle with the food on your plate - pushing it around, uneasy. “There’s something I want to say,” you announced. Jaebum and Eunbi looked up from their plates. “I’ve been thinking about moving out.”

“Oh that’s great!” Eunbi said ecstatically. 

“Why?” Jaebum asked.

“You guys are getting married soon. You need your privacy and I need my freedom.” 

You don’t want to play this game anymore - not with her and certainly not with him. So you lose - you admit you lost.

“I didn’t expect that,” Eunbi said breaking out of character for a second. “But I’m all for independence.” Jaebum remained silent while Eunbi couldn’t hold in her excitement.

For a second, you thought Jaebum would have said something to make you stay but he didn’t. You laughed at yourself before chugging a glass of wine in the wine cellar. 

“When are you leaving?” someone said behind you, making you jump.

“Tomorrow,” you whispered. 

“Where are you moving to?” Jaebum said making his way towards you. He grabs the bottle of wine and refills your glass before pouring himself a glass. “To Jackson’s?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern anymore,” you said frankly. 

"Do I have any say in this?” Jaebum asked, slightly raising his voice. 

“Nope,” you responded, chugging your glass of wine. You set your glass down and walked past him to go back to your room. He grabs your hand and pushes you against the wall again. “What? Are you trying to hurt me again?” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing the area where he gripped you too hard this morning. “Does it hurt?”

“Now you care?” you asked, upset. Jaebum strokes your arm with his thumb. His touch made you weak and your stomach churn with butterflies. 

“It doesn’t hurt as much as your heart hurts, right?” he asked rhetorically. Your heart stung every time you were around him, but it seemed like you were immune to this pain. It hurts, but it won’t kill you. In fact, you craved this pain because it made you feel something. He strokes your cheeks with his thumb. “Don’t be mad at me,” he whispered. “Please baby...” he cooed. 

“Don’t...” you mumbled once you feel his lips on your cheek. Tears formed in your eyes as he traces his fingers across your skin. 

“Does this make it better?” he asked as he leaves subtle kisses on the bruises on your arm. You don’t respond. “What about this?” he asked again, kissing your cheek and down your neck. 

“We can’t do this anymore,” you whimpered with tears in your eyes. 

“You and I both know it can never be our last time,” he tries to convince. 

“It has to be,” you tell him, reaching for his hand that was stroking your cheek. “It cannot be good for either of us and I know I’m the one who will end up getting hurt.”

“I would never hurt you,” he said, ignoring how your hand pushed him away.

“But you already did,” you reminded. He hurt you emotionally and physically. How could he say he would never hurt you out loud?

a little to note from jennie: forgive or forget? let me know if you would forgive or if you would forget him!

also did you see got7′s new teaser image? <3

[girls-scenarios]

Close to Perfection

Idol: Eunbi (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: Eunbi fluff with her wife maybe and children hah sorry im in a fluffy mood. Maybe incoperate Iz*one aunties if its not too difficult 🤷‍♀️

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I did end up making this for a fem!reader instead of gender neutral. Also, sorry I kind of disappeared for a minute, I had a big project due and then I fell down an anime rabbit hole. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

It was finally spring break, and for once, you’d managed to get the week off to spend with the kids. Birds chirped outside as you sipped your coffee and looked out the window, enjoying your momentary morning silence before the kids woke up. That morning, you’d sent Eunbi off to work with a cup of coffee and a kiss, and now, as you heard the kids sleepily talking in the hallway, you couldn’t help but wish she could be there. Being a celebrity was a lot harder to take a break from, but you’d already taken the kids to both the zoo and the nearby children’s cafe by yourself, and the entire time, you’d missed her. A part of the family was missing, and it just didn’t feel right.

As you stood up to start breakfast, an idea hit you, and you turned to meet your kids just as the patter of their little feet reached the kitchen. Their eyes were wide and sleepy, and you smiled, bending down their level.

“Good morning you two. Did you sleep well?”

The oldest Youngjae yawned and nodded while his younger sister Hwayoung blinked and nuzzled against the blanket she insisted on carrying with her when she was at home.

“Great! Now, I have an idea. How would you like to go visit mommy at work?” At the mention of their mommy, both the kids perked up. You weren’t the only one missing her.

“Really?” Asked Youngjae, waking up a little more and reaching up to tug on your shirt. You smiled and nodded.

“Really! We can bring her lunch, doesn’t that sound fun?”

“It’s fun,” said Hwayoung, and you reached over to affectionately ruffle her hair, making her laugh. She was only two, and she was so cute it made your heart hurt sometimes.

“Let’s do it! Can we cook her lunch? I wanna help!” Youngjae bounced on the balls of his feet, showing how excited he was. At six, he now wanted to help with everything, and you found it endearing. Although you were not going to let him anywhere near the stove.

“You can help. But first we have to brush our teeth and wash our faces. Show of hands, who brushed our teeth this morning?” You raised your hand and laughed softly when your kids avoided your eyes. “That’s what I thought. Go wash up and I’ll finish getting breakfast ready. Then we can work on lunch for mommy. Does that sound good?”

“Yes!” Youngjae yelled, turned around, almost knocked his sister over, tripped and caught himself, then grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the bathroom. Again, you laughed and shook your head as you stood up to finish the rice and sausages. He was so energetic.

By the time the two of them got back (with Hwayoung’s hair soaking wet, making you realize that you’d probably have to give her a bath before you left) the table was set for breakfast and Youngjae scrambled into his seat, yelling his thank-you’s. You helped Hwayoung into her chair and handed her a spoon as your soon started to ask questions.

“What are we making for mommy? Does she know we’re coming? What’s she working on today? Why couldn’t she stay home like you? What would be best for mommy to eat for lunch?”

“Mommy is preparing to have a comeback, so she has to work. You like hearing her sing, right?”

“Yeah!”

“So she has to work, even though she wants to be home with us. We can help her by bringing her something really yummy to eat. What do you think mommy would like to eat today?”

“Dessert,” Hwayoung said immediately, making you laugh. They did know their mommy well.

“True, but you can’t just eat dessert for lunch!”

“I would,” Youngjae said, and you shook your head.

“But then you wouldn’t get the strength needed for the rest of the day! You would just want to take a nap.”

“Oh.”

“We can bring mommy dessert,” you assured them, “but we have to bring her something for lunch too. What sounds good for lunch?”

“Tteokbokki! Let’s eat tteokbokki!” Youngjae yelled, holding his hand up high like he was answering a question at school. Beside you, Hwayoung nodded her head in agreement, nibbling on a sausage. It was a good idea, Eunbi loved tteokbokki and it would be sure to give her energy.

“Good choice! I’m sure she’ll enjoy tteokbokki!”

“Yay! Can I help? Please?”

“Pwease?” Hwayoung echoed, and you swallowed, rubbing your temples against the headache you could already feel coming on. But the headache would only worsen if you didn’t allow them to help somehow, so you sighed and gave in.

“Okay, but you have to do exactly what I say, okay? We want to make sure it tastes good, right?”

-

Time passed pretty fast when you were busy. After you’d given Hwayoung a bath, you went about pulling out outfits for the kids to wear and figuring out how to make tteokbokki in a way where the kids could help. By the time you were filling four individualized containers with a well-prepped lunch, it was already almost noon. You pulled down a bag to carry the lunches in while Youngjae got out four cookies and four macaroons and put them carefully into a baggie before handing them to you, his eyes sparkling with pride.

“Good job,” you praised him, giving him a wide smile and picking up the bag to put in on his level so that he could put the bags in. Once he was finished, you put the bag on your arm and looked around the kitchen. Everything from cooking was cleaned up, and Youngjae was putting the cookie jar away. In her chair at the table, Hwayoung was humming and coloring away, already dressed. After a quick glance in the mirror to make sure you still looked okay (raising kids could make you look a mess) you turned to the two kids and smiled. “Ready to go?”

“Ready!” Youngjae raced for the door as you picked Hwayoung up from her seat, and he already had his shoes on when you joined him.

“Are you excited to see mommy?” You asked, amused as you bent over to help your daughter put on her shoes. He nodded, bouncing on his feet, and threw open the door as soon as you had your shoes on.

“Let’s go!” With that, he was out the door, with Hwayoung toddling after him, leaving you to laugh and quickly lock the door behind you to keep up. Secretly, you were just as excited as they were.

-

Thankfully, Eunbi’s entertainment company wasn’t far away, so you got there without any drama in the back seat. With your purse and the bag over your shoulders, you reached down to hold your kid’s hands, guiding them inside and impressing yourself with just how strong you’d become after becoming a mother. When you walked inside, the woman at the front desk happily waved at the kids, who waved back.

“Awe, hey guys! Are you here to see Eunbi?”

“Yeah!” Youngjae said, once again nodding hard enough to give anyone else a headache.

“We are. Do you know where she might be?” You asked, and the woman nodded.

“I think she’s in one of the recording rooms right now, but I would bet that they’re just about to go on lunch. Here’s a visitor’s pass.” She handed a badge over, and you dropped your son’s hand for a second to take it before quickly grabbing his hand before he could run off.

“Thank you so much. Have a great day. Now, come on kids, let’s go see mommy.” You smiled at the woman and waited for the kids to wave and say thank you before the three of you headed towards the elevators. Thankfully, you already knew the layout, so no escort would be needed.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator and rounded the corner, you saw Chaewon in one of the rooms, opening up her lunch. As soon as Hwayoung saw her, she let out a squeal and broke away from you to run inside.

“Aunt Chaewon!”

Chaewon looked up, startled, then smiled widely and jumped up from her chair to hold out her arms and scoop the two year old up, laughing. “Hwayoung! What are you doing here?”

“I’m here too, Aunt Chaewon!” said Youngjae, running over as well, and Chaewon turned to pat his head.

“So you are. I’m glad to see you guys! Are you here to surprise Eunbi?”

“We are,” you said, walking in to set the heavy bag on the table and giving Chaewon a smile. “We were all missing her a lot at home. Is she free?”

“She was missing you all a lot too, she was sad she couldn’t take any time off.” Chaewon giggled and hugged Hwayoung and Youngjae to her. “You guys are just so cute! She should be done with her recording soon, she was going to join me to eat. I don’t think she ordered anything to eat yet.”

“Good.”

“Aunt Chaewon, we helped make tteokbokki today!”

“Oh really Youngjae? That’s awesome!”

You smiled as you watched your daughter curl into Chaewon’s shoulder as Youngjae talked happily. They did love their aunts. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to find Eunbi, Yena turned the corner with Yuri behind her and gasped.

“Hwayoung, Youngjae!”

“Aunt Yena!” Youngjae ran over, almost knocking her over in a hug, as Hwayoung waved her little hand and said “hi, Aunt Yena, Aunt Yuri.”

“Hey you two, hey (Y/N),” Yuri said, laughing as Youngjae turned to give her a hug too. “What a surprise! It’s great to see you guys!”

“You didn’t come give me a hug,” Yena said, playfully marching over to Hwayoung, who squealed happily and hid her face in Chaewon’s face. The other woman laughed and stucked her tongue out at Yena.

“She just likes her Aunt Chaewon more.”

“No way! Hwayoung, do you like me too?”

“Yeah,” came her little muffled voice, and you laughed affectionately as Yena put her hand to her heart and dramatically sighed.

“At least I have that, then.”

“What’s all the noise about?” Eunbi asked as she turned the corner, papers in her hand, then her eyes widened and she started to grin. “Babe? Oh my god, what are you guys doing here?”

“We came to bring you lunch,” you said with a smile as both the kids broke from their aunts and ran to the door, yelling for their mom. She laughed and bent over to hug them both, giving them both a kiss on the cheek and forehead before picking Hwayoung up and taking Youngjae’s hand.

“What a great surprise! What did you bring me?”

“Tteokbokki, and I helped,” Youngjae said proudly, and Eunbi gasped.

“Really? Thank you so much! I’m sure it’ll be delicious!”

“Let me get it out!” He broke away from her to run to the bag and she turned her attention to you, smiling affectionately and putting her now-free arm around your shoulders.

“Was this your idea?” She asked, teasing you just a bit, and you giggled, shrugging your shoulders.

“I might have missed you. But they missed you too.”

“I missed you too,” Eunbi said, before giving you a short kiss. Hwayoung, apparently annoyed by this, wiggled out of her arms to run back over to Chaewon, and Eunbi put her hand to her heart, pretending to be hurt. “Can I not kiss your mom in front of you?”

“No! Gross!” Hwayoung stuck out her tongue and Chaewon laughed as she picked her up.

“You’ll understand it one day.”

“Let’s eat!” Youngjae called, having set out the containers and settled into a seat at the table.

“Yes, let’s! I’m starving.” Eunbi answered him before leaning in to give you one more kiss. “I love you,” she said, her eyes twinkling, and you reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, amazed that she was just as beautiful as she had been the day you married her. This was as close as you could get to perfection, and you were more than satisfied.

“Mom, mommy, it’s gonna get cold!”

You laughed, breaking out of your trance and walking over to give both of your kids a hug, and Eunbi followed suit, looking much more energized than she had that morning. “Alright, let’s eat,” she said, sitting down in the chair beside you and taking your hand to give it a little squeeze. “And afterwards, I’ll show you guys how I’m recording my songs. Does that sound fun?”

“Yeah!”

[seokmattchuus]

Benefit - Jinyoung

A/n: @anon I tried, I really did. But I had no other idea for angst with this kinda request? Also, it’s shorter than I planned. Sorry.

- Requested -

“Can you come over?” - 11:34 pm

“I need you.” - 11:34 pm

It didn’t take a genius to hint at what he was thinking. If anything, you were thinking the same.

You’d known him since high school. The famous Bae Jinyoung that every girl wanted, but of course, never bothering to give them any time of day. 

‘Cause he only ever wanted one girl.

Your best friend.

Kim Soyeon.

Now that, you didn’t mind, since you never had eyes for him.

The person you wanted was his friend, the one no one ever paid attention to.

Son Dongmyeong.

He had approached you first, aiming for help at Soyeon and that’s when you found yourself falling for him, but only after you helped them get together.

Dongmyeong was the sweet, flower boy any young girl dreamed of having, and of course you let him slip away by helping him with Soyeon. 

Had you not been the middle man, maybe it would’ve been you.

From the typical best friend conversations you had, you knew you fucked up. Soyeon only ever bragged about him. They rarely ever fought. And apparently as time progressed, so did his skills in bed.

And being the best friend you were, you couldn’t turn away her stories. You couldn’t tell her to stop. 

What would you even say? ‘Well, thanks. Now I wish I never helped him get with you.’?

You were stuck. 

Stuck with this empty feeling, this unreachable desire. 

Kinda like when you can’t reach the cookie jar from the top shelf as a child.

You can see it. You can see it so clearly.

But you’ll never be able to reach it.

That’s where Jinyoung comes in.

Where your ‘relationship’ started.

Given the both of you were practically rejected, you were forced to hang around due to your best friend obligations, neither of you having a choice but to ‘pair up’ and accompany them to their dates.

The ‘relationship’ the couple wanted for you was the same as there’s and oh, how you went the complete opposite.

But while the relationship they were hoping for never built for you or Jinyoung, it built for them.

Hell, they were still together.

Five years later.

Five excruciatingly long years later.

That’s why Jinyoung wanted you over.

Today was their anniversary, and as if he read your mind, he knew you needed a distraction just as much as he did, no matter how late.

-

“It’s so good to see you guys again!” Soyeon smiled, pulling you into a hug before doing the same to Eunbi. 

“I know, it’s been about a year, right?” Eunbi smiled, as you three walked towards the table everyone else was at, ignoring how good Dongmyeong looked dressed up. 

Or at least trying to.

The dinner went by fine. Nothing too bad happening.

Except for watching Dongmyeong praise Soyeon for literally breathing.

It hurt.

Watching the person you love, love someone else. 

Given neither of them ever knew about your feelings, you couldn’t really blame them. But just because they don’t know doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt. 

It’s not like you could control your feelings. All you wanted was to get up and leave. Give some dumb excuse and go home to drink the night away. 

But you couldn’t.

Soyeon had been your best friend since fifth grade, and you couldn’t just ditch when this was so important.

Jinyoung felt the same, feeling the need to stay when he wanted to storm out.

But his discomfort was more clear than yours. His need to storm out was written all over his face. You’re sure that if the couple didn’t know before, they definitely knew now.

You’d thought about snapping him out of it. Trying to get him to calm down. 

But that wasn’t your place.

Nor was it his when you returned from the bathroom with tinted eyes.

It wasn’t anyone’s place to help the other.

At least not in public.

The petty conversations that took place made it even more frustrating to sit through. 

Watching as they laughed together, whispered little nothings between each other while the others talked about who-knows-what. 

You’d look over at Jinyoung every now and then, a good amount that complied with your “accomplice” status, and he seemed to be hating it just as much as you, maybe even more. 

The dinner didn’t end until about two hours after everyone finished their food, and you held your breath as you hugged Dongmyeong goodbye, wishing him a happy anniversary through a too-forced smile.

And you couldn’t help but hear how Jinyoung’s goodbye sounded just like yours.

-

So it was no surprise that you ended up at his apartment, his hands caging you against the door as soon as you walked in.

“Fuck.” He groaned, his hands coming down to grab a handful of your ass. “I love it when you wear dresses like this.” He smiled. “Makes everything easier.”

“Less talking. More touching.” You panted out, pushing him back.

“Since when do you call the shots?” He smirked.

“When I’m too horny to entertain you.” You smiled as you made your way to the bedroom.

“Fair enough.” He acknowledged, following you.

When he finally caught up to you, you were reaching to take off your dress when he stopped you.

“Leave it on.” He bit his lip. “It looks good.”

You scoffed. 

“Every time you fuck me while I’m wearing clothes, I end up needing a new version.”

“I’ll take responsibility and buy you whatever I ruin.” He smirked. “Plus, what happened to ‘less talking, more touching’?” He tilted his head as he sat on the bed. 

“Are you using my own words against me?” You quirked a brow. 

“Maybe.” He smiled. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Less. Talking.” You cocked your head to the side with a smile as you walked over to him, pushing him down and kneeling over his lap.

“Same names for tonight?” You whispered as your hands worked on his buttons.

The names changed every time. Neither of you wanting to make this personal, so you opted to use pet names each time you met. Yours tended to stay the same, being mostly being ‘kitten’ while his tended to be ‘sir’.

“Same names.” He nodded, while you placed kisses along his neck while trailing your hand down to palm him.

“Fuck, kitten, don’t tease.” He groaned, his hand coming up to undo his pants.

“But I just want sir to feel good.” You smirked, letting him go and sitting up so he could finish taking off his own pants.

“You can make sir feel good another way.” He smirked, pushing his boxers down.

You didn’t need to be told twice, your head immediately dipping down to wrap your lips around him, looking up at him while he hit the back of your throat, watching as he groaned, his hand coming down to grab your hair.

It never took him long after that point, especially when he was this frustrated.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” He groaned, tugging you up by your hair with a smirk after you choked on him. “The same?” He offered, and to his surprise, you shook your head.

“I’ve been horny since earlier.” You smirked, getting up to take your panties off. “Guys in suits just do something to me.”

“Since you’re calling the shots, why don’t you ride me?” He smirked, sitting up. “I’ll even keep the suit on.” He licked his lips, his fingers straightening his blazer.

“So considerate.” You smiled, moving back over him, your hand moving to pump him a few times before slowly sliding down onto him.

“Shit, sir, you feel so good.” You whimpered as you fully sat on him, giving yourself a minute before moving.

“Faster.” He groaned, his hands coming to your hips to move you to a pace he wanted, smirking at how your moans increased, your head falling onto his shoulder while your hands went to his wrists.

“God, kitten, you take me so well.” He smirked and you bit on his clothed shoulder, neither of you caring if you got drool on it, too lost in chasing your highs. 

He switched from moving your hips, to bouncing you on him, the grip you had on his wrists tightening as you felt the pressure in the pit of your stomach. 

“Shit, please don’t stop, sir.” You whimpered, your forehead leaning on his shoulder while one of your hands went to your clit.

It wasn’t long before you were cumming, your walls clenching and catching him off guard, causing his own orgasm, holding you on his lap as he came.

“Fuck, Soyeon.” He groaned, his eyes shut while his head fell back.

“Really?” You scoffed, getting up and making your way out.

“Shit, where are you going?” He asked, getting up after you.

“We had names for a reason.” You spoke bitterly, grabbing your shoes.

“It’s not like you haven’t done the same.” He argued with a scoff. 

“When did I?” You glared, your eyes calling bullshit so you didn’t have to.

“The last time.” He didn’t hesitate. “You came so hard you don’t even remember, huh?” He laughed bitterly. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” You shrugged, leaning against the wall to put your shoes on. “Given how it doesn’t help either of us.” 

“But it does help.” He corrected. “We get off to the the thought of what we can’t have.”

“You say it like it’s fucking normal.” You scoffed. 

“This.” You motioned with your finger. “It’s done.”

“Are you really done, though?” He challenged. “Who’s to say you won’t come back?”

“I could say the same to you.” You challenged back as you opened the door, turning back slightly so nothing blocked your words.

“’Cause who’s the one that called me over in the first place?”

[parkkimjinjin]

Ch.1

Park Eunbi entered the room through the open door, her gaze down on the floor so she didn't have to see what was in front – no, she didn't want to face the reality yet. 

It had been all too sudden.

She walked up to the closed coffin with the framed picture of a smiling young man and placed a white chrysanthemum on top of all the others that had been put there before hers. Eunbi was indeed a bit late to this funeral – putting this off for as long as possible. It was the last day to pay respect to the deceased son of the Sun family; the last hour to see her best friend Jinki for the last time. She took a step back from the picture and went – even though a little clumsily – on her knees to bow deeply with her forehead only a few inches over the ground, choking back the tears that were trying to come out since the last two days. There was no way she would be able to start crying here – with all the people she didn't know. Even his parents weren't shedding tears any more; they just had lost and empty faces with reddened eyes staring at the awfully ignorant smile of their son's photograph. Who was she to start crying in front of them? Eunbi took a deep breath before raising her head again, meeting his eyes and she knew, she couldn't stand to be in this room any longer. The thought of him lying behind that picture, not moving or breathing, was unbearable. And the longer she kneeled there, looking at this picture reminding them  of a happy time with him; she realised: he was no more. He was gone. The only person in her life that mattered left without her. She bowed to his parents and was about to leave – she needed fresh air. But more importantly, she needed to be alone. “Miss Park”, Jinki's mother stopped her as Eunbi was about to pass through the door and walked up to her. “I hope I am not asking too much of you, but it would mean a lot to us if you could stay a little and tell us about...” she lowered her gaze and gulped before continuing: “...about our son?” Eunbi was glad she didn't say his name out loud – she was not ready yet to hear his name in this kind of setting. “I don't know if I can tell you much” Eunbi offered her a forced smile and looked at the watery eyes of Jinki's mother. “Please” she pressed her palms together, “We haven't heard of him for so long... and now he...” she didn't continue. Eunbi looked from her to Jinki's photograph and then nodded, “I will stay a little bit”. The mother gave her a thankful smile and grabbed her hand to slightly squeeze it, “Thank you”. They sat down at one of the few empty tables next door and as soon as Eunbi was sitting she was bombarded with questions. She wanted to avoid thinking back to the time she spend with him. It just hurt too much. “Are you his girlfriend? Did you marry? Are there any children?” Eunbi could only shake her head – his parents must have thought they eloped judging by the questions they asked. “We were so worried – Jinki wasn't the kind to suddenly leave the country” Jinki's father said and his wife took his hand in hers. Eunbi looked down onto her hands, not sure if she could tell them that Jinki had planned for some time to just leave the country without telling anyone. That the pressure to get good grades he got from his parents had been too much for him and drove him to that point.

He had never wanted to be a lawyer – but his parents didn't know or they deliberately chose to ignore that. Eunbi wasn't sure and she had never asked him. She didn't say much and the time went by dreadfully long. His parents were talking about a whole different Jinki and she didn't feel comfortable with bursting their bubble of a perfect son when they were still mourning. So she excused herself and slipped on her shoes before going outside. She looked back one last time, seeing his parents talking with another relative, and just left. Eunbi went to the nearest subway station to retrieve her backpack from one of the many lockers. Everything in that bag was all of her possession – since she was used to travel around a lot she tried to carry as little as possible. She was not really sure what she wanted to do now. She had no one or no place she could go to, no job or any money left. For now she should look for a place to stay the night, which wouldn't be easy with only 2.400 Won in her pocket. She took a quick look at her phone and sighed as she downloaded a dating app and sat down in a café. Her battery was almost dying and one thing she knew about Korea was that smartphones are so important that you can charge it anywhere. “Good afternoon, what can I do for you?” the waitress asked as Eunbi sat down and put her backpack next to her. “Ehm, water please” she said and opened the app, ignoring the reserved look she got from the waitress. She wasn't on a lookout for a new date but rather for someone who would be willing to give her their couch to sleep on. Time went by and the glass of water was almost empty even though Eunbi was drinking as slowly as possible so they wouldn't throw her out and no one answered her desperate plead yet. When Junki did it in the past people were more eager to help them out – but maybe it was more his profile picture who did the job.

“Excuse me, Miss.” The waitress approached her. Eunbi turned around to look at her. “I'm sorry. But if you aren't going to order anything I have to ask you to leave”. Eunbi looked at her phone, 66 percent battery. That should last her for now. “Oh, yeah. I'm sorry”, Eunbi hurried to gather her stuff and left the café. For about an hour she wandered around the inner town – looking onto her phone every minute hoping someone had answered. However, it always remained fruitless. Until the hour passed and Eunbi was on her wits end, her phone vibrated signalling an incoming message. It was a reply with an address attached. It was at the other end of town and Eunbi didn't want to spend all her money on a subway ticket, so she walked all the way back she had come from. The sun was already setting when she arrived and she should have known that it was a bad idea. It was a shady neighbourhood and the house the address had lead her to screamed serial killer. She was sure if she went inside there was no guarantee that she would leave it alive. She swallowed away the upcoming tears and looked around as if the solution to her problem was somewhere in the air. She was tired, her leg hurt and she was hungry. She missed him so much. In moments like these he always knew what to do or at least what to say to not loose hope. With him she always felt safe and would have done all sorts of crazy things just to get around. But alone... She could act all strong however she liked but right at this moment she wanted nothing more to just sit on the street and cry. Cry for as long as it needed to get Junki back to live. Maybe – if there was a god somewhere up there – he finally would have pity on her and revive him. Shouldering her backpack Eunbi decided to solve the next best problem she was able to solve - to quieten her stomach and still her hunger. With her 2.400 Won she should be able to get something at a cheap fast food chain and looking at the map in her phone there was one not that far away. Then she could finally sit down – eat a little and think about the next step she should take. She got in line to order a hamburger and when it was her turn she reached into her backpack for her wallet... but it wasn't there. “One moment” she said to the cashier who looked like he couldn't care less and would much rather be somewhere else right now. She went a bit to the side, squatted down and emptied the whole bag, her hands moving more frantically with every second. The cashier proceeded with taking the orders of the people behind her as she turned every object. It was not there!

She fell backwards onto her behind and couldn't hold the tears any more. They just came streaming down. The fast food store went awfully quiet as they heard her bawling her eyes out. Awkward glances were exchanged until one of the older employees went over to her and crossed his arms, forcing a cough out of him to gain her attention. With a tear-stained face she looked up at the man and realized where she was and looked around. All the people were looking at her and muttered things to each other.

She collected all her things and hid her face as she hurried out of the store.

Eunbi sat down on a nearby bench, looking up at the dark sky. No star was in sight – all she could see was a wall of thick smog. She wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve and snuffled a few times before deciding to find a tissue. While rummaging through her bag she found her book – the only one she owned and one of the few books she ever read. She took it and flipped through the worn out pages, reading over the lines she highlighted – some because they were inspirational and some just because they were funny. Suddenly a napkin fell out with a number scribbled on it. To make good for the missed breakfast

Her hands automatically went to her phone and dialed the number. Just right before she pressed the call button she regained her common sense – can she really? After a year? And more over, it was just one night.

But on the other hand, what did she have to loose? Her thumb hovered over the button.

She quickly looked around, to make sure no one could witness her doing such a stupid thing. However, she would cling to every straw she encountered. It took some time for the other end to answer, “Hello. Who is this?” “Kim Seokjin? I am Eunbi, Park Eunbi. We met last year...” It was quiet for a few seconds. “What... what can I do for you?” “I was wondering if... and only if it is no trouble or anything, but I wanted to ask... canistaythenight?” She said quickly. The other end went quiet again and she heard him shift in his seat. “I am sorry, but I can't let you... I live together with my roommates”.

Tears started to roll down her face again. He couldn't let her down like this. He was the last person she could turn to. “Are you crying?” “No, it's just...” she snuffled and hid her face behind her hand, “I am god knows where... I have no money, nearly got killed, I have nowhere to go and... I am all alone!” She said too quickly between sobs for Seokjin to fully understand her. “Cal-calm down, everything will be alright, okay? I-” he seemed to think about something, “I will ask my roommates, I can't promise anything, but I will try, okay? I will call you back in a minute, okay?” he said and she could just hum in agreement. The line got disconnected and she leaned forward, waiting for him to call her back. Time went by slowly – it felt like an eternity while she was sitting there, hoping he would call her back. But as time went on the suspicion grew that he just said that to put her off. She couldn't blame him. She didn't know how she would react when a one-night-stand calls back after a year to ask to stay the night...

After she waited for around 20 minutes she decided to just go into a bar. She would probably survive this night and if someone would buy her a few drinks she wouldn't be that picky. Self-respect was not what she should be preserving in these times. She stood up and walked along the street deciding to walk into the first bar or club she encountered. Suddenly her phone rang again making her pause her step. Quickly her hands fumbled her phone out of her pocket and answered the yet unsaved caller. “Hello?” “Hey, I asked them and it's okay- but only for one night!” he said. She took a deep breath and felt all the worries fall off her like a big, heavy rock. “I will text you the address and please don't take any pictures and keep your face hidden when you enter” he added. Eunbi wanted to ask why but decided to do so when she actually saw him in person.

“Thank you.”