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lavndrystudios · 20 days ago

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the feels

pairing: sunoo x reader, jay x reader

characters: kim sunoo, jay park (enha), lee heeseung, shin yuna, lee chaeryeong, yang jungwon, nishimura riki, jang wonyoung

word count: ~4.6k

warnings: school au, bad writing, title kinda has nothing to do with the story, jungwon and chaeryeong like each other for plot purposes, i tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible but if there’s anything i should change let me know!, i have no idea how hair dye works, basically sunoo likes you but you like jay

an; this is my first story! i’d appreciate if you guys would let me know what you think, i kinda wanna start posting my stuff on here! i have a part two written if anyone is interested in that (maybe i'll post it anyway even if no one is interested lol). feedback is appreciated and i hope you guys like it! :)

You let out sigh of relief as you drop into your usual seat at the lunch table. You do a mental head count of who is already there as you take your lunch out of your book bag.

Yuna, Chaeryeong, Jay, Jungwon, Heeseung, and-.

You.

I don’t know you.

And it must show on your face that you don’t know this person because Jay elbows you in the side before whispering, “you’re staring.”

You jolt out of your daze and continue to unpack your lunch, greeting your other friends with smiles. Heeseung speaks up first.

He clears his throat. “Guys, this is Sunoo. He just moved here and he’s in my history class. Everyone be nice to him.”

Yuna scoffs. “Be nice? When have you ever known me to not be nice?”

“You pushed me down the stairs last week,” Jay counters.

“You posted that video of me dancing in my sleep after I asked you not to,” Jungwon adds.

“Literally this morning you forgot my name and called me Heechul,” Heeseung pouts.

“You all are so ungrateful,” Yuna interjects. “You know what I call that? Friendship. People would kill to have a friendship like that with me.”

“If they’re willing to kill to be friends with you, then maybe you deserve them,” Chaeryeong mumbles. Yuna’s jaw drops open.

You decide to step in before things start to escalate. “Hi Sunoo, I’m Y/N, and I promise we’re not always this crazy,” you say. His eyes sparkle, and he giggles.

“Okay, nice to meet you, Y/N.” You nod.

“Likewise.” Off to the side, Heeseung smirks at Sunoo. Sunoo just blushes and looks down at his food.

***

You sip from your water bottle lazily as you sit to the side and watch your friends’ dance practice. They’re joined by newcomer Sunoo, who is surprisingly very flexible. He picks up the moves quickly and seems to fit right into your friend group. You tell him such when he sits down next to you during their water break.

He bears a big grin after you do. His ears turn red as he mumbles out a thank you. You smile back at him, happy to have made him happy with your compliment.

“Do you dance?” He asks, changing the topic.

You sigh. “Yes and no? It’s sorta complicated.” You chuckle to try and ease the tension.

“Yes and no?,” he repeats. His eyes are genuine and wide, curiosity evident in them. He seems like he really wants to know. So you tell him.

“I used to. A lot, actually. In middle school and during my freshman year. Then when sophomore year hit, a family member of mine had a big health scare. They haven’t really…been the same ever since. I stopped dancing to make time to take care of them, and I sorta lost confidence in myself.” You begin to fiddle with your shoelaces, feeling suddenly very shy. “Everyone else improved so much while I was gone, I figured I could never catch up. So, I just quit.” You let out a long breath after you finished. You didn’t realize just how much you had been holding in. You chance a glance at Sunoo, and he looks understanding. Not pitious, but genuinely understanding. He nods solemnly.

“I’m sorry you went through that. I don’t mean to invalidate your experience, but I can kinda understand what you went through. I, myself, have always had some problems with my health.” He picks at his nails before continuing, his voice small. “In fact, right before I moved here I had to have major surgery. I couldn’t dance for a couple months afterwards. Going back was really scary, especially when I knew that it wasn’t guaranteed that I’d be completely healthy afterwards. Even still, I have to take a lot of breaks when I dance, but I try to not let fear stop me from doing what I love.” Your heart tightens, and you realize that the boy in front of you is more than just sunshine and giggles. He’s a person, with true problems. How he chooses to face them, though, is what makes him different from most.

“I’ve actually…never told anyone that since moving out here. I don’t want anyone to look at me any differently,” he continues with a sour smile on his face. You reach out and put a hand on his shoulder. He looks at it worriedly before looking at you. You smile at him as gently as you can.

“I don’t see you any differently than who you are, and I’m sure that no one else will either, if you decide to tell them.” His smile turns sweet, into the one you’re more used to seeing on him.

“I’ve never told anyone about my family member before either. I didn’t want them to worry.” You eye your friends when you say this, calming down when you see them still laughing together on the other side of the room. “I just told them I felt like it wasn’t time for me to rejoin the team, and while they don’t know everything that’s going on, I think they understand. That’s just the kind of people they are. They’ll care for you, no matter what you tell or do for them in return.” You turn back to Sunoo, who’s already looking at you, a thoughtful smile on his face. You try to match his look, but Yuna calls him back before you can.

“Hey, Sir Smiles-a-Lot, let’s get back to work.” His eyes widen in surprise, and he scrambles up to get back in formation. He arrives in his spot next to Jungwon, who pokes him with his elbow and whispers something in Sunoo’s ear. Sunoo pushes Jungwon off with an embarrassed grin on his face, shaking his head. You chuckle at their antics.

***

Riki is an idiot. You have to refrain yourself from telling him such as you stay behind in the chemistry classroom, finishing the lab that he was joking so much during that the two of you didn’t finish your experiment. You grumble under your breath once you finish, packing your stuff and all but sprinting away from him. You spare a glance behind you at him, and he looks completely unbothered, hands in his pockets as he whistles down the hallway. You roll your eyes.

When you reach the cafeteria doors you slow down, smoothing over your outfit before calmly walking in. You spot your friends across the room and wave, but they don’t notice you. Instead, they’re leaned in towards Sunoo, whose face is sheepish as he talks. He’s fighting a smile, while everyone else bears smirks. Their conversation becomes clearer as you get closer.

“I dunno, she just makes me happy. But please, don’t tell her. I’m not ready,” you hear from Sunoo.

You calmly take your usual seat across from Sunoo, pulling your lunch out of your backpack. Usually, Jay fills you in on what you missed when you arrive late to a conversation, so the fact that he’s oddly quiet right now is kind of concerning. (It’s one of the things you like about him.) That, and the fact that he usually can’t stay quiet for longer than a minute. (Something else you like about him.) No one speaks up, so you assume the conversation wasn’t meant for you to hear. You can’t say it doesn’t hurt, but you decide to respect their privacy.

The silence is killing me, though. Thankfully, someone walks into the cafeteria right at that moment.

“Hey, Jay; Wonyoung, 12 o’ clock,” you say as you notice Jay’s crush walk through the doors of the cafeteria. Everyone turns around to look at her. You are disappointed that you can’t deny that she’s beautiful. No one can.

Her long beachy waves flow behind her and her frame is toned and skinny. Her eyes are big and bright. She’s gorgeous. She’s everything Jay deserves.

“Who are we kidding? Jay can’t pull her,” Heeseung snorts. Sunoo furrows his eyebrows as he watches her sit at a table with her friends. Jay glares at Heeseung.

“I can and I will. Just you wait. A girl like her deserves a strong, awesome man like me,” he says with a confident, almost cocky smile. You pick at your lunch after that, suddenly not feeling as hungry. Sunoo notices. He grabs your right hand with his left and when your attention turns towards him, his eyes ask you if you’re okay. You nod and press your lips into a smile. You pray he doesn’t notice your eyes tearing up.

To your luck, he doesn’t, and nods back at you before returning to his food, but leaving his hand on yours. It trembles slightly, but comforts you nonetheless.

***

The lights are fluorescent in Sunoo’s bathroom. He’s perched on a stool in front of you. Next to you, Jay reads the instructions for the hair dye.

“Apply generously to the hair, then leave to set for 2 minutes. Rinse hair thoroughly with water and let air dry,” Jay relays. You nod your head before meeting Sunoo’s eyes in the mirror. He smiles at you. You wink at him. Jay watches.

“Okay…” he interrupts, his face in a grimace. “Let’s do this thing.” Sunoo quickly brushes his hair before shaking it out. You and Jay put on the plastic gloves included in the boxes of dye. You squeeze a sizable amount of the dye onto your hands, throwing a mischievous grin at the two boys as you do. You rub your hands together, hovering them over Sunoo’s head. You meet his eyes in the mirror once again.

“You ready?” you ask.

He swallows. Then nods. “Mhm.”

You press your hands onto his head, then start combing your fingers through it. Sunoo shivers once, then twice. You pause. ‘You good?,’ you ask with your eyes. He nods. You continue.

You and Jay stand on opposite sides of his head, combing the dye through Sunoo’s hair. He closes his eyes and hums in content. Music plays quietly from Jay’s phone, because according to him, it was “too quiet in here”.

You bop your head along lightly to the music as you work, before you feel a slight sense. You furrow your eyebrows and turn to the mirror to find Sunoo watching you with a slight smile on his face. He doesn’t turn away when you catch him, either. You shake your head with a smile and return to your work.

A couple of minutes later, you’re finishing up the last section of Sunoo’s hair when the doorbell rings.

“That’s probably Heeseung with the food. I’m done my side, I’ll go get it,” Jay says, taking off his gloves. He leaves the room to answer the door, leaving you and Sunoo in the bathroom.

You break the silence first. “So, why pink?,” you ask. Sunoo chuckles.

“I don’t really know. Just because?” He answers. “My mom always called me ‘her peach’, maybe that inspired it.” You stick out your bottom lip with a small laugh.

“You know what? I do see it, though!” You both laugh. It goes silent again. Sunoo has his lips pressed together. He looks to be deep in thought.

“Y/N, I need to tell you somethi-“ he starts.

“Can I see it?” Heeseung shouts, bursting into the bathroom. He gasps at Sunoo’s new hair, even though it hasn’t been rinsed yet. “It’s pink, I love it.” Sunoo laughs, although it sounds slightly forced.

“Is everyone else here yet?,” you ask. Heeseung nods.

“Yeah, they’re unpacking the food in the kitchen.” You drop your mouth open in faux shock.

“Make sure Jungwon doesn’t eat all the Hawaiian pizza! I know how he gets.” Heeseung laughs as he walks out the bathroom.

“Will do,” he throws back as he leaves.

You clap your hands together, finished with Sunoo’s hair. “All done!” He grins and claps his hands together, and you can’t deny it’s adorable. His eyes squint together and his cheeks puff out. You decide against poking them, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t want to.

“Ready to rinse?,” you ask, and he nods enthusiastically. You lead him over to his tub and turn on the water while he kneels down. Once it’s warm, you guide his head under and begin rinsing out the excess dye. You comb your fingers through his strands and scratch his scalp lightly.

“Oh my god,” he mumbles. You chuckle.

“Feels nice?,” you ask.

“You have no idea,” he replies. “Especially because it’s you,” he adds softly.

You hesitate. “What does that mean?,” you ask with a small laugh.

“Everything.” He doesn’t continue, and you don’t press further. You turn off the water and Sunoo shakes out his hair. You laugh as droplets land on you, and shove him lightly. He smiles teasingly and takes the towel from your hands, drying his hair with it before resting it over his shoulders. He walks over to the mirror, checking out his new hair color. You put your hands on your hips beside him.

“So, what do you think?”

“I love it,” he says, and the smile on his face is huge as he does. He wraps you in a hug and squeezes tightly.

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your neck. You hesitate, surprised, before responding and wrapping your arms back around him.

“Of course,” you reply, scratching the back of his head. He hums, and the two of you stay that way for a while.

Until Chaeryeong clears her throat.

You pull apart, turning to see her standing in the doorway, an awkward look on her face. “Uh, I was just wondering if you knew how to open the umbrella on your patio table,” she spoke out hesitantly, pointing weakly at Sunoo. “We’re about to head outside.”

Sunoo stands there facing her, oddly stiff for a second, and you can’t see the look on his face, but Chaeryeong sends him an apologetic one back. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m coming,” he says, finally.

“Okay, cool,” she sighs, pressing her back to the side of the doorway, letting him pass in front of her. She coughs awkwardly again before following him, and you wash your hands quickly before meeting everyone outside. You grab your slice of pizza and a soda can and bring it outside with you. Sunoo is tightening the umbrella into place, and everyone is talking and laughing with each other. Yuna listens intently as Jay tells a story, and Jungwon and Heeseung are joking with each other until Jungwon notices Chaeryeong’s presence. He waves her over with a smile, and she skips over to where he’s sitting. He wraps an arm around her waist before continuing to talk to Heeseung.

You smile fondly. You love your friends, and it brings you joy to see them happy and enjoying themselves like this. Sunoo comes over to stand next to you.

“What are you thinking?,” he asks. You turn to him and smile.

“I just love you guys,” you beam, before taking a seat at the table. You didn’t notice Sunoo’s hand slightly outstretched to try and brush with yours.

Nor do you hear him whisper, “if only you knew” before sitting down and taking the seat next to you.

***

It’s cold in Jay’s basement. You ask him several times if you guys can move to his much warmer living room, but he refuses. ‘The vibes are better down here,’ he says, although you don’t see how a dartboard and one wall of LED lights give a room “better vibes”.

You rub your hands up and down your arms for what feels like the 20th time when you feel something drop onto your shoulders. You look up to see Sunoo walking back to his seat on the loveseat across the room before pulling the mystery item off your shoulders. A white hoodie. The same white hoodie Sunoo arrived wearing. You send him a grateful smile as you slip your arms through the sleeves. He nods bashfully back at you.

Heeseung claps his hands together, effectively grabbing everyone’s attention. “Alright losers, who wants to play truth or dare?”

“Me,” Jungwon answers without hesitation, sitting up in his seat. Chaeryeong watches how Jungwon reacts and replies in a similar way to him, tucking her legs under herself and agreeing to the game. Jay shrugs.

“Actually, not really. I always get picked to do the worst dares,” Yuna replies glumly. Heeseung rolls his eyes before whispering something in her ear, and her eyes light up before she speaks again.

“But on second thought, I think today will be my lucky day.”

You see Sunoo look at you, trying to gage how you’ll respond. You pull his hoodie tighter around you before agreeing. He nods his head after you respond.

“Okay good. Let’s start with Jay. Jay, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Lame,” Jungwon shouts. Yuna and Sunoo chuckle. Jay rolls his eyes.

“Okay…what’s your favorite thing about me?” Heeseung asks. Jay ponders for a while, his head dropping in thought. He lifts it up again when he comes up with an answer.

“How you always manage to make everyone laugh. It just comes so naturally to you, and I’ve honestly always been a bit jealous of that,” Jay speaks quietly, admitting something really personal to him. Heeseung nods slowly before also shouting out “lame!” Everyone in the room bursts into laughter, and Jay rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing too. “Alright, Jay, you ask next.” Jay looks around the room before choosing his next victim.

“Yuna.” Her face drops as she hears her name called. She tucks her hair behind her ear as Jay asks the question. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she replies confidently. Jay smiles evilly.

“Speak in your Hussey accent until your next turn.” Yuna freezes.

“Don’t do this, Jay, I thought we agreed to forget about Hussey-,” she pleads.

“Ah, does that sound like Hussey to you? Cause it sure doesn’t to me.” Everyone laughs as Yuna rolls her eyes. You take advantage of the commotion to walk over to Sunoo, and he scoots over in anticipation of you. However, he’s already sharing the seat with Jungwon, so your legs are pressed against each other’s when you sit. Sunoo’s face is red, but he was laughing pretty hard at Yuna’s misfortune and continues to act like normal so you choose to ignore it.

“You’re gonna enjoy this. Hussey is what we call Yuna’s god-awful southern accent,” you lean in to tell Sunoo. He laughs even harder at this, clapping his hands and doubling over. Yuna clears her throat before speaking.

“I wayn’t furgut thus, Jayuh Pahk,” Yuna stumbles out, glaring at Jay as he falls over laughing. Sunoo and I fall into each other as we laugh at her horrible accent.

Once everyone manages to calm down (which takes way longer than it should), it’s Yuna’s turn to ask.

“Chaeryeong, truth or dare?” Chaeryeong seems unworried as she makes her choice.

“Truth.” ‘Fatal mistake, Chaeryeong,’ you think.

“Is ayt true you got a crursh on Jungwon?” Yuna asks, keeping up with her accent. Chaeryeong’s eyes shoot open. Jungwon sits up straight at the mention of his name. His eyebrows are raised as he looks at Chaeryeong expectantly. Chaeryeong waves her hands out in front of her as her face turns red, stuttering out ‘no’ in almost any way she can. She’s completely lying, of course.

Jay and Heeseung laugh at how flustered Chaeryeong becomes. Jungwon’s eyebrows drop back down.

“So you don’t like me?,” he tries to clarify.

“Uh, no. No no no.” She laughs awkwardly as she tucks her hair behind her ear and covers her mouth with her hand. Jungwon nods before turning away, and the second he does Chaeryeong sends Yuna the nastiest glare you’ve ever seen. Yuna completely ignores it.

“Hm, alrighty then. Chaeryeong, yur turn.” Chaeryeong lets out a sigh before looking around the room, ready to pass the embarrassment she just felt onto someone else.

“Sunoo.” You feel him stiffen beside you, and you pat his leg to comfort him. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth?,” he asks warily. Chaeryeong pretends to think, tapping her chin with her finger. She snaps when she “comes up” with an answer.

“Is it true you think Y/N is really pretty?” Everyone’s jaw drops except for yours. You’re confused. Why you?

“Uh…” he starts. Chaeryeong cuts him off.

“Cause you were telling us the other day you thought she had crystals for eyes. You know, after the hour long rant about her smile-“

“YES, yes I think she’s pretty. We can move on now, right?,” he shouts through gritted teeth. Chaeryeong smiles proudly.

You nudge Sunoo. “Thanks, bud. You’re not too bad looking yourself.” Beside him, Jungwon cringes.

He chuckles awkwardly before shaking his head. “Ok, uh, Y/N, truth or dare?” You suck in a breath before answering. “Dare.”

“Alright, uh, hop on one-,” he stops when Heeseung abruptly jumps out of his seat to whisper something into Sunoo’s ear. ‘A lot of whispering seems to be happening lately,’ you muse.

Sunoo shakes his head fervently at whatever Heeseung says, and Heeseung rolls his eyes before whispering again. Sunoo sighs, and glances at you before looking down at his shoes.

“I dare you to hold hands with the most attractive person in the room,” he mumbles. He then looks up at you, almost hopefully, but his face drops when you stand up. You trudge across the room to where Jay is sitting on the floor and plop down next to him before grabbing his hand and putting it in yours.

“Don’t get any ideas, Park, I’m just being objective here,” you mumble, hoping your attempt at neutrality deters the group from realizing your true feelings for Jay.

“But I have so many ideas right now,” he blurts out. You facepalm into your free hand.

The room is silent, and you lift your head again to find everyone staring at you and Jay, shocked. Except for Sunoo, who has a look on his face you can’t quite read. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

Chaeryeong clears her throat and Heeseung squirms in his seat. Jungwon licks his lips before announcing that he doesn’t want to play anymore. Chaeryeong agrees, suggesting we watch a movie instead. Sunoo sits silently before getting up, mumbling a small “bathroom” as he speedwalks out of the frigid basement. Heeseung drops his head.

“You guys think he’s ok?” you ask, going back to your original seat on the couch.

“No, you dimwit, you just broke his heart,” Jungwon sighs, leaning back in his seat and rolling his eyes.

“What?” you exclaim, looking at everyone else for clarification, but they all have the same pitious and disappointed looks on their faces.

“Are you blind?” Yuna shouts. “He’s been, like, in love with you since he met you.” Off to the side, Chaeryeong nods.

“This is all my fault,” Heeseung says to no one in particular. His head is in his hands and he speaks with disbelief. “I thought this would work, I-I’m such an idiot.”

Your words are caught in your throat. You have to say it. You blurt it out before anyone can stop you-

“I like Jay.” Once again, all eyes are on you.

“WHAT?” Jungwon screams.

You repeat yourself. “I-I like Jay. I have for, like, a year now.” You spare a look at him, and his face is scrunched into a mixture of surprise and disgust. Ouch.

“But I like Wonyoung,” he replies.

“Dude, you’re never going to end up with Wonyoung, get over it,” Heeseung sighs.

“I know! I know, but I had to reject Y/N somehow.”

“Ouch,” you sigh, voicing your feelings this time. His face turns apologetic.

“I’m sorry, it’s just — I thought you liked Sunoo back! You’re always talking to him.”

“Yeah, cause we’re friends! Excuse me for not assuming everyone I talk to has a crush on me.”

“Is in love with,” Jungwon corrects.

“Thank you, Jungwon, cause that is so important right now!” you shout, frustrated.

“It is!” He retorts.

“I like Jungwon,” Chaeryeong spits out, looking straight ahead.

“Oh thank god,” Jungwon rushes out before getting out of his seat and straight up kissing her. You and Jay look at each other in amazement at what’s going on.

It’s only then that Sunoo makes his presence known once again.

“What is going on?,” he asks, standing on the edge of the stairs. Everyone freezes and turns to him, save for Chaeryeong and Jungwon who are still making out in the chair. You stand up.

“Can we talk?,” you ask him softly. He presses his lips together and nods. You walk over and take his hand, leading him upstairs.

Once you reach Jay’s living room, you take a quick scan, ensuring that the room is empty. Once you’re sure that it is, you seat Sunoo down on the couch. It’s quiet for a minute, as you try to read his expression, but for once, he’s guarded, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking at all. It’s unlike him, and you don’t like it at all.

You take a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry. Everyone just told me about how you… feel about me. I had no idea.”

He looks down. “That’s ok. I was trying to keep it a secret. Heeseung told me I should give you that dare to see how you felt about me. I didn’t want to, but he insisted. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that,” he says. It’s quiet for a beat, before he continues.

“I wasn’t really sure how you felt about me, but I know that you’re it for me. You’re kind, sweet, beautiful, funny, and so purely awesome. Being around you makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be able to be in your presence… I was actually planning to ask you out tonight, after we all finished hanging out, but since I know you don’t feel the same I’ll just-“

And in that moment, a couple things run through your mind. You take in Sunoo’s disappointed face, trying to remain strong as you are about to potentially reject him. You remember Jay’s reaction when you voiced your feelings for him, and that he doesn’t share your affections. Instead, he likes Wonyoung, a beautiful girl that you don’t feel you’ll ever be able to measure up to.

This all swirls around in your mind, one thought racing after another, and you think it’s this brain tornado fogging your line of thought that causes you to respond-

“I’d go out with you.” Your jaw drops, and you quickly cover it with your hand. Sunoo finally meets your eyes, and they begin to sparkle with the same shine that you’re used to on him.

“R-really?,” he asks. You blink, processing what you’ve just subjected yourself to, before nodding hesitantly.

“Y-yeah. Sure I will.” You try to give as convincing of a smile as you can. You know, deep down, that you’ve made the wrong decision thanks to your big mouth, but you’re in too deep now to retract your statement. Sunoo wraps you in a big hug, the tightness of it broadcasting how excited he is. When he lets go, he immediately grabs both of your hands in his.

“Wow! I can’t believe it! Uh- thank you! I mean, uh, yeah! Wow! That’s cool. Haha, awesome,” he exclaims.

“I’m gonna go tell everybody downstairs,” he says, before jumping out of his seat and rushing back down to the basement.

You look at where he just sat, mind reeling over everything that just went down. You reminisce on the fate you just accepted: going on a date with a boy you only feel friendship for. You heave a deep sigh, before getting up, and following him down the stairs, preparing to keep the illusion going.

What have you just done?

an ; i hope you liked it! weird ending i know but it’s all setup for the part 2 :)

much love!

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hueningsloverr · 1 year ago

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chapter seven : OH ... !

pairing : hueningkai x non idol! reader summary : kai was never the type to go out of his way to befriend his little sisters friends, yet somehow he was convinced. and instead of simply befriending her, he fell for her. word count : 0.6k

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despite what some people believed, jang wonyoung was a really nice girl.

and she was talented in just about everything an idol needed to be talented in. she had the voice of a literal angel, looks hand crafted by aphrodite herself, and a presence like no other. she also enjoyed playing the role of 'cupid', always assisting the 'industries match maker'.

it was hard not to be jealous of jang wonyoung.

especially when the boy of your dreams was continuously shipped with her.

despite being the same age as his younger sister, huening kai and jang wonyoung miraculously found themselves in a dating rumour.

wonyoung was famous after all, and most people weren't even aware of your existence.

you were just a girl.

shin yuna's childhood best friend. one of the 'only people to show her real kindness' (her own words) despite the fact that everyone loved her.

you were one of the first people she confided in when he found out about debuting in itzy. you met chaeryeong, ryujin, lia, and yeji before yuna's parents were able to.

you were there for yuna in a way not many others could be.

so of course she made a bigger friend group for the two of you - sometimes when there's a large quantity with good quality, it works out.

and so of course you met huening kai, and fell for him

wonyoung barely knew him.

yet you still found yourself jealous as you stared down the brunette across the room from you.

you cared far too much. but seeing the way she moved, so gracefully like water, all you could feel was the pit in your stomach growing larger.

of course kai had to sit next to her.

while you were stuck hiding what felt like miles away.

it wasn't either of their faults - kai had arrived late, and taehyun had taken the seat next to you (seeing as yunjin was sitting right next to it), leaving only the seat next to wonyoung for him.

people were just people, and they were going to say whatever they felt about the situation, but for some irrational reason it felt as if wonyoung was out to get you.

you hated yourself for hating her.

she had no control over the situation.

it wasn't her fault.

she was just doing her job.

she's famous after all, and so is kai.

at the end of the day, jang wonyoung was just a girl, and as she smiled softly across the isle at you, you realised that.

she had a sad look in her eyes, mouthing 'i'm sorry'.

as if she had ever done anything to hurt you.

and somehow, the act of her apologising for hurting you even though you truly had no reason to be hurt only fuelled your hatred.

you loathed how aware she was, able to read a person as if they were a children's book.

was she truly that aware of her surroundings? able to see straight through you as if made of glass. she was like a blood hound, able to sniff out your crush on kai from miles away.

and it just wasn't fair.

as you stared at the two, you heard taehyun speak up, laughing slightly to himself as he spoke. "so, dating rumour with our sweet hyuka - he's finally getting some!" he teased, eyeing wonyoung and kai as if they were hiding a secret relationship.

"oh..." kai sighed, taking a moment to look over at you.

he wasn't wonyoung, he couldn't read your expression.

"oh!" wonyoung gasped at nearly the same time. "it's not like that taehyun! i was hanging out with hikaru and at the same time kai was visiting bahiyyih! we just happened to leave at the same time." she smiled, a sickly sweet smile. one so addicting that no one even could think to argue with her, too caught up in the way her eyes glistened as she spoke.

you were nothing like jang wonyoung, and that much was clear.

authors note : if you can't tell , this does pull some slight inspiration from olivia rodrigo's new song 'lacy' off of her album 'guts' ( which you should totally listen to if you havent yet ) cuz tbh i get most of my inspo from music

#huening kai #huening kai fluff #huening kai x reader #hueningkai #huening kai txt #txt #tomorrow x together #hueningsloverr #jang wonyoung #wonyoung #wonyoung ive #shin yuna #yuna #yuna itzy #kang taehyun #taehyun #txt taehyun #oceans away.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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corrupted-stay · 6 months ago

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Which idol has your favourite:

Eyes

Mouth

Face

Bust

Midriff

Back

Butt

Thighs

Legs

Side Profile

Overall Body

1.Dahyun

2.Hyunjin

3.Yeonjun

4.Jihyo

5.Yuna

6.Han

7.Bang Chan

8.Sunoo

9.Wonyoung

10.Jay

Sorry I couldn't fit the 11th pic but the last one is sunoo

#miki's anon #thank you for the ask <3 #twice #stray kids #enhypen #tomorrow x together #ive #itzy #kim dahyun #park jihyo #park jongseong #jay park #jang wonyoung #bang chan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #shin yuna #choi yeonjun #kim sunoo

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scarlettfevor · 3 days ago

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Sooo fun existing as a fan fiction writer who doesn't finish or publish any of her works. Like, I occasionally write fics about my favorite kpop pairings but since I'm a gg stan I know I'll get a lot of flock for writing rpf, even if the pairing in question is literally just holding hands. But here in my little space, no one knows what I like or write about so I can do whatever I want ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

#the pyre #been working on a katseye fic #problem is that since the group is so new idk what the girls dynamics would be #I've rewritten the intro to this fic atleast 3 times now #I think it's funny when idols from other groups appear in these types of fics #and I saw this thread about Ryujin and Karina #and saw this edit about Wonyoung and Yuna #it would be fun to make these side pairings in my story #but tbh I'm more of a Ryujin x Yeji truther

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twiceskzmixx · 2 years ago

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<< Masterlist >>

Huening Bahiyyih: 04 Liner, Kep1er member, Kai's younger sister, Korean-American

Hikaru: 04 Liner, Kep1er member, YN's friend, Japanese

Wonyoung: 04 Liner, IVE member, Bae's friend, Korean

Sunoo: 03 Liner, Enhypen member, YN's friend, Korean

Yuna: 03 Liner, ITZY member, YN's friend, Korean

Lea: 00 Liner, soloist, Kai's older sister, Korean-American

Jihyo: 97 Liner, TWICE member, YN's mentor, Korean

Momo: 96 Liner, TWICE member, YN's older sister figure, Japanese

Jeongyeon: 96 Liner, TWICE member, YN's mentor, Korean

Question 1: Who Should YN meet first?

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wonilye · 10 months ago

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kingmaker | p.sh

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CHAPTER III

As an assassin working for the Hwangs, you have proven your loyalty to your benefactors for more than a decade. But when Lady Hwang's plans for a rebellion land you in a bride selection for the Crown Prince, you find yourself at a loss. Unfamiliar with the ways of the gentry, your reliance on a previously unknown informant is your only source of hope. And yet, you learn very quickly that no one in high society can be trusted, including yourself. Because who else but you is there to assassinate the King?

WARNING: please do check the masterlist for potential triggers/themes you feel uncomfortable with! this chapter doesn’t contain anything particularly triggering i can think of, so you’re good!

“All set?”

All around you, servants busy themselves with your baggage, last minute carriage checks and whatnot despite the setting sun. The carriage in question is an imperial carriage, one sent specially by the palace. Footmen are loading trunks upon trunks of perfumes and cosmetics galore, all “necessary for your daily use”, according to Lady Yeji. Apparently, gowns are provided by the palace’s in-house tailors, some of whom were summoned for the sole purpose of catering to the brides-to-be. As such, the only gown you’ll be bringing is the one you’re in right now.

It’s even more extravagant than the one you’d first tried on, a soft violet piece that has even more gauzy, intricately-woven layers resembling flower petals draping the flowy skirt. The sleeves droop delicately across your shoulders, and paired with a half crown braid with too many hair accessories, you look the part you’re supposed to play – a petulant, spoiled younger daughter of a renowned house. It seemed Riki and his fiancee had gone to great lengths to ensure your gown was altered to fit perfectly. Even better, the dress had numerous cleverly hidden pockets, perfect for concealing your weapons.

You have a feeling Lady Hwayoung is going to fit in perfectly in the family business.

Yeji and Hyunjin, playing their roles perfectly, reach for you in a tight embrace. They’re better actors than you thought, judging by the way they make this seem so natural, as if you’ve always been the younger sibling they dote on. Although Hyunjin’s a little stiff, you do your best to summon a few fake tears, squeezing him back. All this to fool the king’s footmen. You cannot believe the lengths the Hwangs are willing to go to.

Hyunjin pulls away. “Maintain your correspondence with us, alright? We’d like to know how you’re doing.” He eyes you knowingly, and you get the message. Send whatever information you can when at leisure to do so.

To his credit, Riki simply pats you on the back. “Try not to get into too much trouble, sister. We wouldn’t want you to miss my upcoming wedding,” he quips. You appreciate the normalcy, but now you’re at a loss. What would Hwang Eunji say?

You rack your brains for an answer. “Well, maybe I’ll be married even before you. Who knows? Maybe the prince will take a liking to me upon seeing my face.” Your stomach roils, even before you can finish. Catching the eye of the future monarch is the last thing you hope to do, especially since you’re there to kill his father, and possibly him too, depending on his personality.

With a final assessment of your belongings, you draw a steadying breath. Everything’s been accounted for, even the finest details. A miniature blueprint of the palace sits in your pocket, saved for your nightly escapades. The final piece of the plan left to fall into place is you.

“I’ll be off, then,” you declare, lifting your skirts. “Try not to miss me too much.”

Your gown flounces as you step into the carriage. Over the past few weeks, you’ve been training nonstop to move gracefully in the heaviest gowns Yeji owns, carefully imitating the gait of a noblewoman. Yeji is a perfectionist, and even the slightest misstep didn’t escape her. Stealth was your default, but as a daughter of an esteemed house, the last thing you needed was to be caught sneaking around. Thus, you’d like to say that your entry into the carriage was more than smooth enough.

As the carriage pulls out, you hear Yeji call out to you. “Good luck!”

You really are going to need all the luck you can get.

The carriage ride is smooth, though you admit you don’t have an experience as a point of comparison. The coachmen are silent the whole ride, the only sound being the occasional whinny of the horses.

You gaze out the curtained windows, gathering your thoughts. In your mind, you run through what you know. If intel is correct, the ceremony should start with the welcoming of the candidates, which means you’ll have to hit the ground running and start interacting with the other ladies upon arrival. Your entrance has to be immaculate. Drawing attention to yourself because of your incompetence would not be ideal. Get through the welcome ceremony and first dinner with the royal family, and you should be free to roam the palace grounds in disguise.

Your most crucial task on hand is to attempt to deduce your informant’s identity, or at least try to establish communication with them. It won’t be easy, seeing as the informant isn’t aware that the Hwangs sent their spy in the form of a bridal candidate (although they should have guessed as much). But how do you try to hint that you’re a spy without telling anyone you’re a spy?

Before you know it, the carriage pulls up to the gates of the palace, and you get your first look. The palace is much, much larger in person, and no less intimidating. The gates are a gleaming gold, the palace’s facade a haunting beauty, basked in the light of the setting sun. Elegant spires rise to the sky, looking over a sprawling front lawn covered in rows of neatly planted flowers of every colour of the rainbow. To the right, you spot the hedge maze you saw in the blueprints. There is a grim feel to it all, as though the castle holds secrets unknown to those who do not set foot in it. And to think this is only the exterior.

The carriage pulls to a stop at the foot of a grand staircase. It is meant to lead up to the palace’s main hall, where the ladies are gathered. Already, you see numerous other identical carriages, each painted with the royal family’s crest. The door swings open, and a hand reaches out to you to help you down. Though you don’t really need it, you take it anyway with the softest smile you can muster. Before you can even turn to thank him, a haughty voice calls out from behind you.

“Purple, hm? You must be the Hwangs’ candidate.” You look over your shoulder. There stands the most breathtaking girl you’ve ever met. With her striking features, and the perfectly condescending curl of her lips, you know exactly who she is. You didn’t spend hours staring at portraits of the candidates to fail at profiling.

“Lady Karina. A pleasure to meet you,” you greet, curtseying as elegantly as you can. As far as you know, she’s high society’s precious gem. Any ball she attends becomes the highlight of the month. You’re certain even Yeji’s spoken of her and her impeccable fashion sense, and by the looks of her outfit, you’d say she lived up to the rumours. With her white satin gown and its nearly never-ending train, she has the season’s trends incorporated into a single piece of clothing. She looks every bit an angel, clashing spectacularly with her image, no doubt carefully crafted by herself.

Lady Karina smirks. You notice she does not return your gesture of politeness. So much for staying out of trouble. “You failed to have a debutante, didn’t you? It must have been hard for you to be so sickly. I hope your condition remains well while you’re here, little violet.”

You grit your teeth, repressing the instinct to fire back. If you were truly Hwang Eunji, you would likely be more than miffed to be belittled with your family’s representative flower, and with a noble upbringing, you have to adjust your unhappiness to befit your newfound status. “Thank you for your concern, but I have fully recovered. My lack of a debutante won’t affect my performance in any way.”

In all honesty, it is a mistake on Lady Karina’s part. Beautiful as she is, in your eyes it does not matter, so long as she doesn’t get in your way. And right now, it seems she is hellbent on tripping you up. If it comes down to it, you have no choice but to eliminate her by any means necessary.

Of course, the idea of having to take her life repulses you, no matter who she is.

Turning her head of perfectly coiffed hair away from you, she sniffs, making her way up the steps. Embarrassing as it is, you follow in her footsteps up to the grand hall.

Servants push the large doors open, bowing deeply as you pass through. Lady Karina keeps her head held high, while you fight the instinct to nod your head back. Normally, you’d be in their position. This new role of yours is going to need some getting used to.

Already, the ladies are gathered in the throne room, a vibrant sea of colour. Coral pink tulle, seafoam green silk, sleeves so large they billow as the ladies walk. Every girl’s hair is adorned with their representative flower, just like yours. It is now that you realise why the women of the court are said to be comparable to delicate spring blossoms. They are every bit the breath of fresh air you suppose they would be to an ageing nobility. In a way, they shine so brightly they clash with the palace itself.

You slip past your competitors, ignoring their icy gazes. Before you sit a pair of golden thrones, one more elevated than the other. The king and his queen’s rightful places, although they’re currently void of said monarchs. For a moment, you try to picture any one of the girls gathered here today seated on the throne to the left.

In walks a gangly man, a scroll rolled in his hands. The poor butler attempts to get ahold of each girl to confirm their identities, but with the tension so thick you could probably chop it into more than a few pieces, it’s a little difficult to catch everyone’s attention. Luckily for you, this gives you more time to listen for their names. There’s Kim Minji, with her youthful, demure gaze. Shin Yuna, with her bubbly giggles and sweet talk. Bae Jinsol, who exudes a charm so powerful it chokes you when you speak to her. They’re younger, and pointedly less closed off to the others.

And then there are the slightly older ladies of the court, who have learned what it takes to survive here. You can tell by the way they smile with tight lips, hand placements perfected, eyes holding the same commanding gaze. They know their power. They know their influence. All the more reason to be wary of them. They are the ones who could see through you, see through your every movement. Lady Karina is one of these, and beside her are the girls your master taught you to be like: Ahn Yujin, Jang Wonyoung and her cousin Kyujin. With Jang Wonyoung in this competition, there is bound to be trouble. She is the kind of pretty every girl wishes to be. And to the side-

Oh, stars.

At the centre of it all stands a girl, too beautiful for words. With silky auburn hair that hangs down her shoulders in curls, and a form-fitting gown the colour of the midnight sky, your heart nearly stops beating in your chest. You don’t need your training to know who she is — Ning Yizhuo, the daughter of a grand duke, whose beauty men would fight wars for. Betrayal runs rife within her suitors. You would know, seeing as you’ve done in many of them for betraying your mistress in favour of Lady Ning.

Right. The mission.

Before you can clear your head, the butler from earlier approaches you. “Lady Hwang Eunji?”

You jump, nearly forgetting to react. “Ah, y-yes.” You summon whatever regality you can, adjusting your posture so the dress doesn’t sag on you. “Is something the matter?”

“No, my lady,” he replies quickly, bowing slightly as he unfurls his scroll, ticking what you presume is your name off the list. “Simply confirming your attendance. The palace welcomes you, Lady Hwang. Dinner will begin shortly in the next room over, where you will have an opportunity to dine with the royal family. We will escort you all shortly.” He smiles, a kind one, but unsettling nonetheless when paired with the bitter aftertaste of being called by your mistress’s title.

Smoothing out your skirt, you nod. “Right, thank you.” There’s very little you can say without letting on that your actual position is far, far lower than his.

Afterparties are one thing, pre-parties are another. You hadn’t even known such a thing to exist. Either way, the ladies refrain from wining and dining too much before dinner, but it doesn’t stop them from having a glass or two. It loosens tongues, and removes some of their inhibitions, clearly. You decline politely. You’ll need a clear head for tonight.

At last, the doors open to a spacious corridor. The guards lead the group through to another set of closed doors, decorated with little paintings of wine glasses and an assortment of food. The dining hall, presumably. The faint smell of roast meat wafts through the gap, tickling your nose and tempting your empty stomach. You haven’t had anything to eat since you left the Hwang estate.

With practised elegance, the guards open the doors with a flourish. Hanging from the ceiling is a chandelier, overseeing a grand dining table overflowing with all sorts of delicacies. Local cuisine, made by the palace’s renowned in-house chefs. It’s a spread more luxurious than anything you’ve ever eaten, and yet your attention, like everyone else’s, is not on the food at all. Rather, all have gathered their skirts in a curtsy towards the people seated at the very head of the table – the royal family.

They certainly look the part, with their matching gold-trimmed clothing. The queen, with her hands folded in her lap, smiles at all the girls like a mother would their child. The king, with his heavy gold crown resting on his head, only gives you a curt nod of acknowledgement. You suppose the queen says something, what with her lips moving and all, but you barely register her words. How could you, when your target is seated right before you? And to his left…

The crown prince himself, in all his royal glory. His haughty gaze as he regards the ladies (all gathered for him, might you add) is all you need to guess the kind of person he is: a spoilt first son, set to inherit a vast kingdom he neither cares for nor deserves. Crown Prince Jay, who currently has on an expression that tells you he does not want to be here any more than you do. In some ways, you suppose it isn’t such a bad thing. In fact, the greatest threat in this room right now does not seem to anyone from the royal family, but the man right behind the crown prince.

With his back facing the white wall, the man’s dark blue waistcoat makes for a striking contrast. Silvery hair frames his clever features - a memorable image. You opt to ignore the queen’s welcome speech, instead studying the mannerisms of who you guess is the crown prince’s courtier. There is something almost sinister brewing behind his eyes, if you were to speak from experience. You’ve heard of him, and his allegedly outstanding knowledge in just about everything. Which begs the question: just how much does he know about Lady Hwang’s faction?

As you study him, his eyes lock with yours, as though he’s sensed your gaze on him. Startled, you quickly turn back to the queen, feigning rapt attention, even though you genuinely have no idea what she has said up till this point. But in the corner of your eye, you see the ghost of a smirk.

Goodness, what trouble have you landed yourself in?

a/n: YALL im so sorry this is a week late…cuz guess who went to the enha con!!!!!! im currently in the throes of pcd so any thought of enha sends me sobbing in a curled up ball HAHAHAHAHAH yeah one week for each chapter is becoming so dang hard to maintain, i hope i can keep up bros. have a great week ahead friends!

taglist (open!)

@rikittens @viagumi

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drvirgus · 5 months ago

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Memories

Idol! Haerin X Idol! Reader X Idol! Wonyoung

Description: What occurs when the biggest player has to do a variety show with her ex, who dislikes Y/n because she thinks that Reader Cheated, and the person who has taken an interest in Y/n? Will old feelings rekindle, or will new ones develop?

Warnings: Mention of Cheating; Strong Language; Kinda Toxisch Reader?; Insults; Mini-Smau

Status: Finished ✅

Taglist: closed

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Profiles: Itz not Eatzy; Old Tee; The narcissists; Others

01. prolog

02. Announcment

03. the player

04. first meeting (half-written)

05. i dont do dates

06. 20 Questions

07. i´m wrong? (Fully-written)

08. oh….

09. switching up

10. speedy Gonzales

11. make it right

12. wony or Haerin?

13. spotted

14. confirmed

15. Damn. Shes Cool

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Taglist: @isabbellle @jisooftme @Yruji @hyejin67 @multiliker @shozeu @rdfgfv @jeindall777 @olives-on-pizza @ayss22 @wonyoungssi @gayforall @1luvkarina @gtfoiydlyj @Reeseu

@linnnsworld @saysirhc @sixflame438

(the Red ones i couldnt add to the taglist)

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sanrio-grl · 4 months ago

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<< back - masterlist - next >>

1. Sunday movie night

WARNING: Cursing, suicide joke, one sided beef (lmk if theres anything else!)

9 screenshots

A/N: first chapt!! i planned this time so hopefully it’ll go smoothly

TAGLIST !! @agicheetah @gigisdoll @geeminz @leeohknows @yuyuy90 @hotluvlet (OPEN)

PERMA TAGLIST !! @haechansbbg @gtfoiydlyj (OPEN)

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prael · 3 months ago

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Kinktember Masterlist

31 days. 31 fics. 31 kinks. Over 31 idols.

Mostly male reader with some fem reader and some third person idol x idol.

In this list I will include what I believe to be the 'main' kink, though each fic may contain several.

Masterlist Kofi(donations/commissions)

Kick-off Bonus fic - Pet Play - IVE Jang Wonyoung (ft. Aespa Karina)

Birthday Breeding - IVE An Yujin

Maid Play - Aespa Karina

Foursome/Blowjob - Le Sserafim Chaewon, Sakura & Yunjin

Dollification - Illit Minju

Fingering - NMIXX Sullyoon

School Uniform - ITZY Yuna

Public sex - Le Sserafim Sakura

Hate Sex - (G)I-DLE Shuhua

Spa/Massage - Newjeans Danielle

Mirror sex - Twice Mina

Cuckquean - IVE Liz & Wonyoung

Electrophilia - Aespa Winter

Car sex - (G)I-DLE Miyeon

Spanking - Le Sserafim Chaewon

Stand&Carry - Kepler Youngeun

Pool sex - Twice Tzuyu

Rope Bunny - ARTMS/LOONA Heejin

Fluffy Romance - IU

Mutual Masturbation - Newjeans Hanni × Minji

Sex Tape - Ex-Izone Jo Yuri & Stayc Isa

Gangbang - TripleS Seoyeon, Sohyun, Kotone, Nakyoung, Yubin, Kaede, Dahyun and Yooyeon

Overstimulation - Illit Moka x Yunah

Edging - (G)I-DLE Yuqi

Vicarphilia- IVE Gaeul

fluff Rough Sex - VIVIZ/Gfriend Eunha

Futanari - NMIXX Bae x Jiwoo; Haewon x Kyujin; Lily x Sullyoon

Degradation - Aespa Ningning & Giselle, Kepler Xiaoting & Yeseo and TripleS Nien & Xinyu

Scissoring - ITZY Ryujin x Yeji

Ice Play - Fromis_9 Hayoung

Reader Free Use - Red Velvet Seulgi

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fillinforlater · 11 months ago

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Maknae Royale

Male Reader x Jang Wonyoung, Wang Yiren, Lee Gahyeon, Park Sujin (Swan), Jeon Somi, Shin Yuna, Kim Yerim (Yeri), Im Yeojin (9some)

Length: 10.000 words

Tags: live action porn, porn game, fucking for points, Team Battle Royale, squirting kink, edging kink, bimbofication, brat taming, doggy, fingering, face riding, blue balling, jerking you off, titfuck, standing sex, step-bro I'm stuck, anal, creampie, anal creampie, eating out, blowjob, face fucking, deep throat, rough sex, missionary, full nelson, against the wall, piledriver, mating press, overstimulation, porn_star!you / porn_rookies!idols

TW: even after editing, this is messy and chaotic and pure sex lol

Inspiration: the idea of a Maknae focused fic is not new, but I just went all in. This is also based on this vote I send out a while ago lol. I think I can name drop @writerpeach cuz I remember him saying sth like that.

Credit: @erospandemos for the cover art! Thabk you very much!

(A/N: One year after C.Ollection, I'm trying my best to celebrate and repeat that craziness, have fun! The beginning is a reference to Labyrinth of the Six. This is the same universe but not a sequel!)

"I was looking for copper and I found gold!"

You turn off the purring engine of your car. It is clearly not as nice as the purring of the girl you were in balls deep mere minutes ago, but let's be honest, those purrs should not be compared; one is mechanical, the other borderline maniacal. You let out a sigh as you kill the annoying lights in your car to focus on the call you just accepted.

"Hi, is this really how you're greeting me?" you respond, letting your fingers glide over the steering wheel as you watch a single car pass by in the middle of this warm, humid night.

"Oh, man, stop complaining!" the director says and laughs. You can hear him type something on an old keyboard, each tap of his fingers obnoxiously loud. "I'm going to give you the opportunity of a lifetime—something this great, it needs no greeting."

You rub your nose, then the inside of your eyes filled with tiredness and exhaustion. She was needy tonight, you gave her two rounds, 140 minutes of a hard pounding until the clock struck a merciless 3am. Yes, you were counting the minutes, it was necessary. Otherwise Jiwon’s cunt would have drained you early, which is unbecoming of a porn actor of your caliber.

"Look," you halt the director's enthusiasm with a groan. "I'm doing good right now. Money—I got enough; my love-life is good too. Maybe I'll take a break for a couple of months until my next—"

"No, listen!" he shouts in absolute excitement, like he has been enlightened by the truth. "This script, it's so fucking good! It lit a fire in me, I can already see the setting, the actresses, you—it's perfect. This can even top your Labyrinth performance—you remember, the six hotties—"

"Of course I do!" There you go. Your heart beat is picking up in tempo. How could you forget the pleasure, the absolute thrill of having sex with six gorgeous women at the same time? Don’t kid yourself, this already felt like one in a million—to flat out reject another offer that could be of this magnitude would be absolutely foolish. “Fuck it. Send me the script, I’ll get back to you.”

“Oh, you will,” the director says, absolutely certain that you will accept in a heartbeat after reading this ominous script. “I’ll start looking for actresses.”

The script is complex, wild, otherworldly—implementing it took weeks of preparation. Luckily, your part in this clusterfuck is rather simple: be hard, go hard and stay hard. The first two are deeply rooted within you. Seeing the girls’ incredible faces and even greater bodies has you ready to get a raging erection at any time, while some of their slutty mannerisms and lewd words dripping from their tongues like venomous drool urge you to go as hard and rough as you can. Hell, they’ll basically beg for you—why would you hold back?

The only issue is that there are too many of them. No matter how hot they are or how horny you are, at some point there is nothing left. You will be drained and there is no shame in admitting defeat to them. So once again, you’ll have to resort to some performance enhancers to stay hard like a diamond while drilling into cave after cave. It’s a pink pill this time, tiny, you barely notice it, both in the palm of your hand and in your throat. Take a deep breath and feel it surely doing its job already.

You open your eyes in the midst of a studio room that looks like a submarine. Dim light, large, black holes around you, each with a large porthole-like door in the middle; it feels gloomy, mysterious, unsettling. A single camera is pointed at you, live streaming each droplet of sweat running down your face. Feel the artificial warmth of a nearby heater creep up your thin clothes, giving you chills. It cannot match the heat within you.

The red light atop the camera turns off. Sixty seconds from now, one of the portholes will open. The glass in them is blurry, obscuring any view of the chaos happening behind them. You of course know the script inside out, but the girls’ are still somewhat unknown. You’ve never seen them face to face, only in zoom calls, their bodies looked fantastic and because they are rookies, they should also be tight, but you don’t know how they will handle the pressure, all the eyes on them, the revealing outfits, the unbridled sex—

Around thirty seconds now. You grab your trousers and feel blood rushing out of your legs. Feet tingle, the tips of your fingers as well. This pill, it has your heart racing somewhere, racing from something, to anything. Eyes tremble, vision blurrier than the glass before you, behind you, around you.

You’ve never felt more alive and dead at the same time.

With a loud hiss, the porthole to your left swings open, wide open, flooding your entirely empty room with copious amounts of fog and the smell of fresh fruits. The vibrant color scheme of pastel pink, magenta, light purple and white fills your view as you step into what looks like Princess Peach’s private castle, its kitchen, living room and bedroom. It’s like one explosion of cuteness and innocence, quite charming, very fake.

“Oh, he’s already here. Look, Barbie!”

“That’s not my name, Yiren. Hello, handsome stranger!”

The two girls fit the concept of the room perfectly. Such bright smiles, happiness pouring from their cute little faces; you knew they would nail this performance the moment you saw their pictures and heard their voices. Wonyoung, the tall girl with her incredibly long legs truly looks like a Barbie doll: tiny ribbons adorn her endless chocolate hair while the pink crop top and straight denim skirt make you want to play with her all night, undress her everywhere.

Yiren on the other hand blends in with the room to such a degree, you’d assume they cannot be sold separately. The chinese girl boasts hair the color of peaches, her tight white dress sparkles because of small, silver details spread across it, while her face leaves no doubt that she is, in fact, a princess.

The two get closer to you, before Wonyoung starts to speak up again, her voice in a sassy, yet genuinely adorable pitch.

“Aw, are you shy? No need to be, we’re all here to have fun. Isn’t that right, Yiren?”

“You’re right, Barbie. Let’s play some games and make it a night we won’t forget,” Yiren adds, quieter and calmer than Wonyoung, with a smile that warms the heart.

“S-sure,” you respond to the two girls bouncing up and down in front of you like hyped up kangaroos. “B-but what are we going to play?”

“You see,” Wonyoung starts. “Yiren and I are a team and we have a mission to fulfill. Can you help us?”

“I’d love to, but what is the mission?”

Yiren turns towards Wonyoung, who’s already grinning at her. They share a nod and Yiren suddenly wraps herself around one of your arms, while Wonyoung occupies the other. Feel their slender bodies rub on your limbs, their natural heat and rapid heartbeats working towards your own, increasing it with every step they guide you towards a bed in the corner of the room. It’s at least double queensized, filled with pillows, blankets and stuffed animals.

“Let me explain it to you,” Wonyoung says and climbs atop the purple sheets. “Our mission is to make this bed as wet as possible.”

“Well that sounds easy,” you respond. “Just get some tap water and dump it on here.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Yiren whispers in your ear and suddenly places her hands all over your back and chest.

“No tap water, only natural juices are allowed,” Wonyoung hums and her hands casually open her skirt. It falls on the bed and she is quick to kick it away. She looks even more tempting and ruinable in her tiny tight panties with a wet teddy bear on the front. “We need your help to get these juices out of us, pretty please?”

“Yes, pretty please?” Yiren adds and cups the bulge in your pants. “It will be so much fun, I promise. Doesn’t Barbie look tight? Don’t you want to fuck her until she bursts?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Splendid,” Wonyoung laughs and throws away her crop top as well. Meanwhile Yiren finds the hem of your pants and tugs them down oh-so easily, the only resistance is your hard member, which Yiren promptly points at her team partner who has her legs spread invitingly.

She’s so hot.

As if she read your mind, Yiren tempts you into finally going hard:

“She looks so hot. Go fuck her.”

Like a tiger desperate for food, you crawl onto the bed and tackle your prey into a mountain of teddy bears. Your fingers find the very specific teddy bear on Wonyoung’s panties, you push it to the side to find a pink slit. A final look at her glistening eyes before you press your cock onto her equally glistening slit and after some adjustments, you enter her.

Wonyoung shrieks cutely, her thin fingers wrap around your biceps’ and she holds onto them as you start to slowly pump into her. The two of you need time to realize where you are, what you’re doing, how you’re doing it. All acting for the camera is gone in this bliss, at least for a couple of seconds. Then it all comes back with Yiren, eagerly who jumps on the bed as well.

“You need to hurry up, we don’t have forever.”

You slip a hand under Yiren’s dress to quickly shut her up. No panties.

“How about you start helping, princess,” you fight back. “Go rub Wonyoung’s clit while you ride my fingers. Oh, and Wonyoung.”

“Ye-yes?” the young girl moans.

“Open your mouth wide. I need you to drool on these.”

Both Yiren’s pussy lips and Wonyoung’s normal lips—though their lusciousness and thickness is far from mere ‘normal’—part as soon as your fingers graze them. The latter is quick to slobber all over them while you recklessly pump them into her; Yiren still has reservations and instead opts to look at you with adorable glassy eyes.

“I-I feel so full,” she moans, shivers throughout her entire body. You softly smile at her and start to curl your fingers, purposefully dragging them alongside her walls while your palm reaches her clit. “Ah, i-it feels—”

Holy shit. Whatever chemical they put into this pill, it has a tendency to just kill your patience. In what can only be described as a loss of all control, your body only moves towards fulfilling the mission. Your fingers start to violently pump into Yiren’s pussy and Wonyoung’s mouth, both quickly spilling liquids out of them. Especially Wonyoung, the Barbie girl below you, becomes a dispenser of juices when you violently fuck into her tight pussy.

“Too fast, ah!” Yiren screams, her hands wrapped around your wrist, unable to prevent the surge of lust in your body.

“Fuck, sorry. I can’t stop me.” You groan, not really sorry about the stuff happening to you, to them and—oh God! Wonyoung’s tiny frame, those cute hard abs, get bulged by your massive erection. A bit of skin and muscles, pushed up by your relentless thrusts, and she is also seeing it. Is she panicking, losing her mind to how you violate almost her entire body?

Her pussy is quick to give you an answer: like a broken, public fountain, she shoots water at you, suddenly soaking your body in her warm pussy juices. With their strong, lewd smell they are the perfect liquid to stain the sheets, more than your balls or her drool can produce. Much to your dismay, most of the nectar gets stuck on you.

“Fuck, turn around,” you command the thin fuckdoll and because she is too enamored by her heavy orgasm—her tiny thighs and long legs trembling up high in the air—you grab her hips and spin her around. Now in Doggy, you keep her upright by pulling her chestnut colored hair and plunge back into her still twitching cunt.

Wonyoung is completely overwhelmed. Instead of the cute, girlie moans you’d expect from her pretty lips, she grunts uncontrollably, her voice still hoarse from your fingers that played with her mouth. The grunts, however, are nothing compared to the wet sounds coming from her pussy as you thrust into the warm cavern, desperate to get more out of it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” both you and Wonyoung groan. The tips of her fingers dig deep into a soft stuffed toy while yours knead her soft butt. The sight of it is amazing; not a big dumpy, like you’ve seen on countless actresses, but so flawlessly smooth with an impossibly tiny asshole you one day need to get your tongue into.

“Pl-please, me-me too.”

Yiren crawls closer to you, her skirt pulled up, her cunt a leaking mess that needs something inside it. The live action fucking in front of her has her on the edge, ready to do her part to fulfill the mission, but you are too mesmerized by Wonyoung.

“Wony, lick her pussy. Get your tongue into her, fuck!” you shout, lost in your frenzy.

The barely thinking, barely functioning Barbie gets her hands onto Yiren’s thighs, at first only breathing, hissing, moaning into the princess’ crotch. It’s enough for Yiren to finally take the lead, forcing Wonyoung’s face straight onto her puffy lips, and the younger surrenders. She kisses and licks all over Yiren’s delicious cunt, the bundle of nerves atop it never left out. Yiren shudders.

“Oh God, oh Go~d, fuck!”

Yiren is louder than a fucking bomb when she explodes onto Wonyoung’s face and more importantly, the bed. Her nectar splashes all over the sheets, their color darkening beneath her knees. Finally, the three of you have made significant progress, and you are eager to make more. Especially Wonyoung seems to be more turned on than before; her pussy is even tighter, her walls ripple as she continues to eat Yiren out.

“You like that, huh? Your face deep in her pussy?” you ask her and give her cute ass a firm spank. “Such a dirty princess!”

“Yesh!” Wonyoung shouts, pressing her behind into your pistoning cock.

“You like my cock fucking you senseless, getting into your insides? You want it all, deeper?”

“Yesh, pleash!”

“Try to push me out, Wonyoung, squeeze me with your stupid little pussy!”

“Ah, shit, fuck! I’m—”

Yiren shuts her team partner up by grinding on her face. It’s enough to send Wonyoung into an orgasmic frenzy—again—and the moment you pull out, she squirts—again—everywhere. It was amazing, absolute bliss for you, but you are not there yet. You need to cum, inside a hot, clenching hole and so you disrupt the two princess’ love making.

Yiren fits perfectly into your hand. She is almost as light as Wonyoung, so you pick her up and place her on the head of the bed. The young woman is still frozen in surprise, her eyes uncertain, then shocked when you spread her legs wide and align your cock with her pussy.

“Oh God, it’s t-too big,” she whines even before you’re inside her.

“You can take it, Yiren, you’re such a good and pretty princess,” you mindlessly groan as you stare at her, then her nipple peeking out above her increasingly bunched up dress. “Now cum all over me.”

Yiren is too easy. Only a few strokes of your cock alongside her velvety walls and her entire body ripples. It starts with her cunt, soon goes to her torso and limbs, before she squirts like a broken garden hose. If the bed was a garden, countless flowers would bloom in it—and Wonyoung wants to make sure you stay to help them.

“You have to stay,” she whines. “Stay inside her and make her cum again.” She pushes you, forces you to almost slip inside Yiren again. From the corner of your eye however you see a red light, the indicator that you have to switch scenes right now.

“I think I did enough.” You pull away Wonyoung’s slender arms and Yiren’s feet trying to get you back inside her. “Get some toys or use your fingers. I’m not playing for your team, you need to play together.”

Yeah, sure, something like that was in the script. Luckily, even these two remember that the show must go on. At least Wonyoung does. The Barbie gets handsy, waving you goodbye while plunging her beautiful, long fingers into Yiren's cunt. What a waste that you won’t cum on those digits tonight.

"Have fun~" Wonyoung cheers as you disappear from her view, towards the next porthole which is already open.

Before you can take in the next setting fully, a nude, masked woman greets you by pulling your face down into her sizable cleavage.

"Quick, get him in here," another voice, feminine yet deep, straightforward yet mysterious, calls and you feel hands all over your body, as they drag you into the room. You only catch glimpses of its interior, a dark, unsettling dungeon with iron bars and cold, smooth walls, akin to the setting of certain Japanese videos you—a friend of yours—used to watch—for scientific reasons.

"Here, pin him down."

That voice just now is truly incredible, if only you could see who it belongs to. Unluckily, you only get to see the ceiling as four hands throw you onto a table. Those two are strong, you think, because your back hurts at the impact.

Suddenly, your view gets replaced by a smooth pussy and jiggly thighs trapping your head on the wooden surface. You take deep breaths, the strong smell of arousal quickly filling your nose. A finger boldly flicks your cockhead.

"Oh, you're really turning him on, Gah," the other woman says, your pulsating cock in her fist. "Ride his face, and I think we’ll get our first points soon."

"Wh-who are you?" you barely squeeze out, words drowned out by drowning in Gahyeon's pussy juice.

"I'm Swan, but we don't have time for that. We need to win this game, which is why you have to suffer.

"Sorry, by the way."

Before you can respond, Swan's fist goes up and down your length with the violence and speed of a raging tiger, ready to fucking destroy you. Tears spawn in your eyes, precum at your tip. She drives you to the edge and keeps you there with rhythmic pumps while you imagine her face in horny delight.

"Is he there yet?" Gahyeon asks, her voice raspy and cruel.

"Why don't you ask him?" Swan responds and twirls her tongue around your balls. You twitch.

Gahyeon lifts a leg and her deadly eyes stare through a terrifying mask right at you. "Tell me when you're about to explode,” she snarks and to put emphasis on her following words, she presses a long finger nail into your abdomen. “If not, I'll kill you.

“And start licking, for fucks sake.”

She plants herself back down before you can answer. She can live with your eager tongue on her thick folds as an analogical agreement. Through Gahyeon’s almost soundproof thighs you hear her passionate groans and Swan’s continuous spitting in her hands and on your cock to get you wet and ready for more of her soft hands.

You can’t deny that they are excellent. Yiren and Wonyoung both had tight, cozy holes, but something about Swan grabbing your dick and mercilessly pumping and twisting it makes your spine tingle. She quickly gets you to arch your back and moan into Gahyeon’s pussy, which has started to glide back and forth over your visage.

“Such a nice cock,” Swan moans. “Look at it, Gah! The head is already burning, I can feel that he’s close.”

Swan puts her second hand on your base and presses her lubed up palm on your underside while she starts to destroy your tip with violent pumps. She is a vicious succubus, trying to get your seed out efficiently without care for your sensitivity. With Gahyeon using your face like a saddle, your mind is left on hold when you loudly tap the table to signal your imminent arrival.

“Swan, now!”

The moment Gahyeon shouts, Swan is gone. No more delicate fingers to hold you, no more fists to jerk you, nothing to stimulate you. You thrust your hips up into air, unable to cum, unable to get your well-deserved release. Those fleeting seconds where you want only one thing are absolutely ruined by not getting this one thing—and then it’s over. You come back down with a devastated sigh.

“That’s one,” Gahyeon says and looks down at you in between her legs. “But we need more.”

“I agree,” Swan says, adjusting her position in between your shivering legs. “Get him to cooperate, I’ll do the rest.”

Gahyeon once again is faster than your attempts at remonstration. She puts her small hand on your throat and carefully increases the amount of weight on it. You gasp in dread before Swan places your still hard cock in the valley of her enormous tits. The valley then turns to a compressed trap where only your glans peeks out.

'Oh fuck', you want to, need to scream but it's futile with Gahyeon's enthusiasm to rub her labia on your lips. Swan shows a very similar need to torture you, her hands eagerly digging into the flesh of her melons and moving them up and down—both at the same time, then at different times, faster, then slower but with more pressure—is she trying to get you killed?

Death by titfuck. That will be an eyecatching epitaph.

"Do it faster," Gahyeon orders her teammate emphatically. "We need to get the score up."

"I know," Swan says, her voice a bit strained. "It's just unfair, you know? Getting him ready again and all that. But I think, fuck, we’re getting there. Look at his tip, isn't it cute?"

Swan licks the slit on your cockhead, cleaning the precum from it and you have to tap out again. You are so close once more, but a terrible gut feeling lets you doubt that you will cover Swan's tits with your cream. You’ve never felt so sick about being right, when she pops you free from the heavens between her large breasts.

They are right there, God dammit.

"That's number two!" Swan gleefully shouts and looks at your pole, pointing at the sky, sensitive and ready to explode, but your balls turn blue again. This can't be healthy, with how frustrated it makes you.

"Use your mouth this time, Swan—"

"Oh yeah? Why don't you do something for once?"

"Huh? We agreed on this earlier! I'm doing my part! Look, he can't even say a word."

"Pl-please," you interrupt the girls' discussion. "Let me, please, let me cum already!"

"Sorry, pal." Swan's voice is soft, and her tongue on your dick is even softer. "But we need to ruin you even more. That's how we're going to win."

"Th-then ruin your own orgasms," you plead with numbness in your mouth, caused by Swan's mouth on your barely numb manhood. "Th-this is cruel."

"He's got a point," Gahyeon thinks out loud. "Ah, fuck this game. If you can get me close, boy, I'll let you escape."

This might be your only chance to get out of this vicious cycle of ruined orgasm and painful edging. So you actually channel all your focus of your lips, tongue and teeth—whatever Gahyeon likes—on her clit. It's surprisingly easy to make her thighs around your ears squirm; Gahyeon's pussy is now wetter than Swan's mouth wrapped around your cockhead.

Suddenly, Swan gives you everything. She forces you to bottom out in her mouth, grow to full hardness once more while she violently gags. She might have been in absolute control over you for the last couple of minutes, but she is perfectly able to make her mouth a slutty hole for your cock. A soft, dominant deepthroat queen with massive tits—she is going to be a super star.

In a surge of ecstasy, fueled by Gahyeon's sweet juice, you buckle your hips upwards and force Swan to choke a little longer on your length. The young woman is not irritated however. After a single breathe she is back to going up and down you cock, sucking along it until your fucking dead.

You know she's going to ruin it again and the only way to pay them back is by ruining Gahyeon's orgasm as well. You finger the pussy above you and quickly flick the blood-filled lips and nub, until she cries out. Then you stop, then Swan stops. She is the only one satisfied—another two points for her team.

You blink a couple of times. Gahyeon, groaning like an enraged bull, has the busty Swan pinned to the metal bars of this dungeon and with all her hatred, slaps the younger's wet cunt.

"Now it's your turn, bitch!"

"Ouch, stop!"

"No. I want to win and you want to win too, so you better ruin yourself on my fingers. Now!"

This is your cue to leave. The dungeon fills with Swan's deep grunts and groans as she finally gets to witness what she put you through again and again and again. You'd love to help Gahyeon; there will be no need for it though. The masked girl is willing to do whatever is necessary to win.

Across from the dungeon, the second to last door is already open. The room mimics a dimly lit laundromat with a dozen or so washing machines. You step inside, cock in your carefully stroking hand. After all, you’ll have to be hard for the next scene, which will be the complete opposite of the last.

“Hello? Can somebody help me?” someone cries (let’s be honest, it’s much closer to a desperate moan) from behind a pile of freshly dried laundry atop a clothes rack. There is a sincere lack of intelligence in that cry, like said person is unable to help themselves. Makes you feel chivalrous.

“Hey, how can I—help you?”

The sight you find behind the pile has your speech a bit halted, interrupted by how, in a room made for washing clothes, someone is severely lacking them: A gorgeous, busty blonde, in nothing but modest, white underwear, though you notice that the bra is at least a size too small and unable to fully carry the weight of her tits.

"Oh, please help me," she moans again. "I think I've picked the wrong bra for me. Can you help me cover so no one can see my boobies while I look for the next?"

What the fuck? This is so fucking stupid on so many levels. How could she—and why would she suggest—what is even happening? The cliche about blondes must be true, because this one is not only dumb as fuck, but also hotness at it's peak. From bust to bottom, no, even to her toes, her body is amazing and tempting.

"Uhm, sure, why not. Can I know your name first?" you politely ask while not so politely getting behind her and cupping her breasts.

"I'm Somi. Thank God your hands are so big, no one can see my boobies now, hihi."

Is it innate for her to sound this silly? If not for this setting, you’d be worried; no human can ever be this stupid, only a buffoon would act in such a way. But maybe Somi’s IQ is just a bit lower than the average person—or maybe she knows no boundaries? The rules of public decency and inappropriate, sexual exposure might be foreign to her? You don’t know. You just know that her boobs are soft and bouncy, two handfuls of pillows to rest your head upon, of stress balls to knead when you are, you know, stressed.

You seem to know a lot more than her, especially because she still tries to find a bra able to hold up her breasts in the midst of clothes which all have two things in common: they are colorful and they are skimpy. It’s like the laundry of a whorehouse with how many short and skin tight skirts, dresses, fishnet stockings you find, let alone the short tops or all the lingerie. Speaking of which, Somi has finally found a bikini top that might be able to do the deed your hands are gleefully doing.

“Do you think this one is good?” she asks, holding up a new, purple bra while you slightly press at the bottom of her tits to watch them wobble on your finger tips.

“Try it out, because I’m not so sure with your massive boobs.”

Somi giggles and tries to put on the bra. You leave enough room, really, you do, for her to tie up the thin strands, but Somi is unable to. She mewls a couple of times before you go in and securely tie up the strands yourself. You are promptly rewarded, because the blonde decides to bend down and press her ass back against your crotch, your exposed cock, rapidly hard again at the touch of her cotton panties.

“Thank you, again,” Somi says and pushes her chest up for all to see. “What do you think, is this good?”

“Somi, is it possible that you are fucking stupid?” Oh, that sounded a lot harsher than it should have. The tension is quickly palpable. You hear someone gasp from the other end of the room.

“W-why?” Somi’s question is abashed, a bit shocked; even in this state of complete bimboness, she still looks so good.

“Because these bottoms don’t fit your top,” you say and pull at the side of her panties until they snap off of her hips. “You should change them. White and purple don’t fit together all too well.”

Somi looks down at her cleavage, the purple lace engulfing her tits, then to her thighs which have been parted by your cock. The tip peaks from in between her legs and you softly groan out the pleasure her perfect gap gives you into her ear. There is no mere hint of slickness from her heat, there are ridiculous amounts of evidence of it, proof spreading all over. It’s a clear case of horniness, you better resolve the issue immediately.

“You’re right,” Somi mumbles, thighs swaying. “I should look for the right bottoms. They should be in here.” Things couldn’t get any better, because now Somi is bending over, hands in the pile of clothes, while your hands are in the plentifulness of her ass. You hold her steady, align your cock with a hole that looks so ready to get fucked and then push forward. Somi almost stumbles forward, but you save her from making an even greater mess of this place by continuing to make a mess out of her.

“Oh God,” she moans, a pink crop top in hands. “I-I can’t find it.”

“Continue, continue searching,” you groan back and slam your hips forward, then backwards, your cock entering and exiting her cunt at will—your will is strong, overpowering every small exhaustion in chase of that first true release of this messy pornographic shoot, a shoot where teams fight to win, yet this “team” does not even have a target goal.

Somi’s goal is to be stupid, oblivious to your cock gaping her pussy open time and time again, and for this being her first time on cam, she is excellent. Of course, her dumb moans can’t be deactivated, you doubt even a ball gag can fully do that, but a benevolent interpretation of this scene allows for these moans to be of desperation. Somi just really wants to find these purple bikini bottoms—your cock spreading her pussy and the camera lens on it is just a side product.

“Da-damnit, fuck,” Somi seems to give up, defeatedly grabbing the edge of the table while you hold onto her shoulders to get faster, deeper inside of her. “They are not h-here.”

“Maybe you need to take a step back and look at it from afar,” you tell her and all it takes is a pull at her shoulders and Somi stands straight up. From now on, your thrusts go upwards and Somi can casually bounce along while her dizzy eyes try to process the color purple amidst a pile so colorful, every pride parade would become envious.

Your arms instinctively wrap around Somi’s small waist. You need to keep her here, can’t let her get away, not when you are this close to finally cumming. Your balls are aching, your tip is stimulated and you know that it will be glorious. Somi’s body, from a face that could make news just for its beauty, paired with a pair of perky, large boobs, amplified by a tight, muscular midriff, killer hips and strong, full thighs, she has to be everyone’s type.

People will click on her videos millions of times, yet you are about to be the first to cream her, you can call dibs on that pussy, no male rival co-star stands a chance. Your cock is ready, your legs able to give more power into the final thrusts when suddenly—

“Oh, I found it!”

—Somi leans forward, hand stretched out, ready to grab what has always been on top of this entire pile, in your view forever, in everyone’s view forever, only Somi took forever to find it: purple panties. No, they can’t ruin your perfect orgasm. You heartlessly push Somi against the table, head first into the laundry. Her scream now muffled by a dozen of clothes in her face, you manically fuck your load into her doggy until cum floods her cavern and clothes flood the laundromat floor.

Every part of you is twitching, so is Somi and her pussy. A bit more, a bit more, she squeezes out of you, but she is full. In the midst of all this chaos, this silly, flushed bitch was able to grab the panties. You give her tits a harsh slap to awaken her from the cock induced slumber.

“Put them on, quick, before we make a bigger mess.”

Somi obliges, though shaky. You help her by holding onto her hips, her tits, all those things you could grab forever. When your shaft falls out of her pussy and you watch her catch most of your load with the tight panties, you want to push them to the side and just fuck her full pussy again. That’s when you notice someone down the aisle of washing machines—is it Somi’s teammate?

“Who the fuck is th—”

“Help, I’m stuck!”

This one is a classic. A trope so beyond stereotypical, everyone knows it. Just like the dumb blonde, this one can be found on every porn site ever. The only thing missing is that she calls you stepbro. That would be a bit too much though. Her ass sticking out of one of the washing machines while she absolutely tries to get back out of it is already cliche enough to you.

Oh yeah, she’s also completely naked.

“Oh no, Yuna is stuck!” Somi states the exposition for the viewer, who is utterly uninvolved in the engaging plot they stopped paying attention to since this video's thumbnail. “We need to help her!”

Somi waddles towards her partner. You see trails of cum running down her legs, unceremoniously dropping to the floor and making a lewd, sticky mess of it. She seems unbothered, just like you, and the camera absolutely loves it. The view then switches from this to a new, exposed and impressively large ass.

“Help, help,” Yuna shouts again, metallic reverberation unable to dampen the stupidness in her voice. You had filmed a scene like this one already, but there are no complaints whatsoever. As long as you can get your hands on Yuna’s ass, pull those cheeks apart and get the first view of those two smooth, clean holes, why would you complain?

“How did this happen, Yuna?” Somi asks worriedly, arms alongside Yuna’s frame, definitely ‘pulling’ on her teammate's waist, while your mind imagines all the ways you could rim Yuna for hours.

“I wanted to pull my underwear out of here,” she responds with a whine. “But now I am stuck!”

Go figure, she is brainless as well. Both of them are, but nature has instead given them the envy of millions of women: divine bodies that are effortlessly sexy and beautiful. Smooth skin, toned legs, curves to die for—in your admiration you notice that your energy is returning quicker than ever before.

It might not fit the story, the narrative, the game, but in this moment of bliss, you couldn’t care less. Knees bend, cock guided by your thumb, you press your tip against Yuna’s ring and find the entry into her asshole to be a lot easier than expected. Her moan bounces through the washing machine just like her boobs bounce in surprise.

Confusion has Somi frozen, her body only reacting when you put force in your thrusts, enough power to make Yuna hit her dumb head against the back of the washing drum. A profuse whimper made metallic, not that you care, but Somi seems to get back into the real world where she is still as moronic as before.

“H-how is this supposed to help Yuna?”

It’s not. Tell her that. Tell her and Somi will continue complaining like this without getting any pleasure from you. Serves her right, won’t make the scene any better though, thus you find her neck with your hand and find her eyes with yours. They sparkle knowingly.

“You really are the dumbest thing alive.”

A pull and Yuna is out of the drum. Blonde hair flows down her back, hides her frail shoulders and in the reflection of the metal drum you see her lips in a light, glistening pink. They are full and made for sucking. In the sea of her endless, golden hair, your hand twists and twists until Yuna voluntarily raises herself from the ground and arches her back towards you. Your goal is not to kiss her lips (though that would be one hell of an experience) but to drown her in Somi’s cleavage.

“What are you—Yuna! No, don’t pull it down, I-I just found it.”

Sweat evaporates from your temple when you see those lips wrap around one of Somi’s nipples and begin to lewdly suck on it. The thrill is engaging, Yuna’s ass invites you back in and it’s with ease that you fuck her puckered hole. You poke the depths of this suffocating cavern and Yuna begins to poke all over Somi’s body. The dumber blonde hesitates briefly, hands first on her thighs, then Yuna’s until she ends up below her friend.

“Now you are trapped,” Yuna giggles and drool leaves her mouth in purposefully large amounts, able to transform the valley between Somi’s tits into a canal.

“You two are so fucking stupid, fuck, fuck your hot bodies.”

You are starting to lose it, for every word they utter, your intelligence gets insulted but your arousal heightened. You spank Yuna’s ass and she tightens to the point where you need to give it your all to fuck her faster. What an odd time to notice that they haven’t told you their task yet. How can you help them get points? Shit, what was in the script again? Are you really that much smarter if you can’t remember?

“Yuna, Yuna, that feels so good,” Somi moans out and sways on the floor from side to side until you press Yuna right on top of her. With their incredible bodies entangled and you nonstop fucking into the tight ass, their sensitive spots have to rub each other, nipples on nipples, clits on clits, and Somi is the first to collapse. “Oh my God, I-I’m about to wet my panties, oh no, Yuna!”

“Me too, my butt, I’m going to cum from my butt!” Yuna’s silly fucked body, and her silly face and her silly feminine voice have you on the verge to become silly as well. Both blonde’s indulge in their wet, heavy orgasms and you push your tip back into Yuna so many times that you flood her with a pent up load that momentarily shuts down your brain.

So this is how they feel all the time—brainless but blissful. At least stupid bitches fuck good.

“Oh, Somi, there, there is so much in my ass~”

“Really? Can I feel it?”

Somi puts two fingers against Yuna’s puckered hole, but before she can get a scoop of your load that is still hidden in the tightly clenching butt, Yuna stands up. “No, Somi, ew,” Yuna shouts, moans, something in between, again. “You have to eat it straight from the butt, like this.”

You are back in the hub room, all the rooms finally open. Before you make your way to the last room, you decide to take a quick look into each scene you’ve already participated in that only users that buy the premium pass (which is off 69%, only today on k-jizzers.cum) can still watch:

In the first room, Wonyoung and Yiren sit on the edge of the bed, fingering each other's pussies until they violently squirt all over the mattress. Both of them look sweaty and exhausted, but they continue to drink water and share saliva to go for another round. Stay hydrated, everyone.

“Let’s do this, Barbie, I know your tiny body can cum again!”

“O-okay, b-but only if you kiss me.”

In the second room, Swan is fully naked, her backside turned to you. She is tied to the metal bars with handcuffs on both of her wrists. Below her is Gahyeon, thrusting a dildo up into that tiny tight cunt, while her own hole is stuffed with a loud bullet vibrator. They are really committed to this game.

“I swear, Swan, if you cum again, I’ll kick your ass, literally!”

“S-sorry, Mommy, I try, try, try—I’m so close!”

In the third room, well, those blondes finally found a way to snowball your cum, not from mouth to mouth, but ass to mouth. Yuna sits on Somi’s face, head thrown back, unable to not moan as your white spunk oozes out of her. Bon Appetit.

“Oh God, don’t put your tongue in!”

“But he tastes so good, let me be greedy this one time.”

The final room is a classroom, unmistakably. It has an old blackboard, a long desk for the teacher, smaller desks and chairs for the pupils. No matter when or where you’ve been to school, this will surely evoke memories of forgotten homework, endless lessons and bratty students.

“Ew, is that the new guy?” you hear someone complain from across the room, disgust in her voice, fingernails rapidly typing on her phone.

“Oh yeah, but what did you expect? At least he gives some big dick energy,” a response follows promptly, though this time they both look up from their phones and stare at you. You quickly find coverage behind the teachers desk to hide your manhood. A miserable attempt that has one of the girls outraged.

“Ayo, what the fuck? Do you think you’re some kind of teacher now?”

“Maybe he is here to teach us a lesson, lol.”

Did the girl on the left, in her messed up blouse and way-too-short checkered skirt, the waistband of a light brown thong on display, just like her midriff and navel—did she just say ‘lol’ out loud? Well, at this point the viewer will neither cringe or notice, too good is this material, too hot their bodies.

“Maybe he is here to teach you a lesson for breaking the dress code,” the girl adds as she approaches the desk.

“Yeri, you—you’re worse than me! Everyone can see your bra, what the fuck,” the other girl shouts and goes in for a slap on Yeri’s butt. The impact has you peeking out as a small melee breaks out.

“At least I tried, Yeojin, unlike you. Where is your skirt, your blouse? I can almost see your tits.” Yeri reaches for Yeojin’s chest, which is covered by this tiny, one piece swimsuit, so tiny in fact, even Yeojin’s small body seems to spill out of it. When there is so much shortness, of course Yeojin’s shorts are no different. Her shorts are actually shorter than Yeri’s skirt, which is already quite short—

“You tried?” Yeojin shrieks and tugs at Yeri’s blouse, accidentally undressing her. Who could have known, the bra below is actually a bikini top. “It’s falling off of your body.”

“Ts,

“Hey, you fucker! Get out already, we got some beef to settle.”

Yeri kicks the desk and you hear pencils roll down from it. They surely have not forgotten about you and your assumed big dick energy, so it was no use to continue hiding. You crawl out and straighten your posture, clearly taller than the two young women who don’t waste time looking up and gawking at the height difference. Both sets of hands go straight to your abdomen, your crotch, your cock. Yeojin is the first to pump, rubbing her fishnet sleeves carelessly over your sensitive tip.

“Watch it,” you hiss and get fistfuls of their hair, which to your surprise does not faze them at all. “You two are running your mouth, spewing bullshit. This is no way how you should treat people older and taller than you.”

Yeri frees herself easily from your grasp and you gasp when her knuckles dig into your stomach. It wasn’t really a punch, but somehow, she has you stunned. A smirk appears on her feisty features. “Watch it, asshole. This is our classroom, you’re the one below us. If you want some respect, don’t flex with your height. Flex with something else. Proof your worth.”

“O-oh yeah? And how should I do this?”

“Fuck us,” Yeojin casually says and pulls back the skin on your cock to the point it hurts and all the surging blood forces you to peak stiffness. “You get points for every position, the more creative, the better. Show us that this thing is more ‘do-er’ than ‘show-er’.”

Their eyes are the epitome of ‘fuck-me’ eyes, hell, they imagined fucked you the moment you entered, and in your mind, you’ve fucked them in every conceivable way possible. With all this imaginary fuckery, it’s about due time for the real fucking to start, though it’s definitely bugging you that these small, bratty girls get to start it off and lead the way.

Guess your positions have to be rough.

“Fine,” you sigh and get ready to push Yeojin down to her knees, but there is no need. She takes the short fall and her lips aggressively wrap around your tip before you can overthink your decision.

“No need to agree, it wasn’t up to you anyway,” Yeri laughs and you feel her fingers roam your upper body, everything from butt, back, nape to stomach and chest. She lingers there for a long time, cupping your pecs while you imagine cupping her surprisingly big tits—then Yeri dives in and starts to suck one of your nipples, while Yeojin bops her head back and forth.

“You tiny bitches.” They make it hard to breathe, their sluttiness and sloppiness is excellent, their enthusiasm matches that of Wonyoung. “You greedy, evil little things. You’ll regret that.”

“We’ll see about that,” Yeojin moans when your cock pops from her luscious lips and you’re back to receiving harsh, painful pumps from her fishnet clad hands. “What’s stopping you, huh?”

Nothing, really, so you don’t keep them waiting any longer. You reach into the back of Yeri’s bikini bottoms while simultaneously finding a good grip on Yeojin’s ponytail. A bit of adjusting on both ends, suddenly there is nothing but sounds of horniness, of rampant, uncensored sex. Well, there is of course a lot more than that, but who could think of anything else—

—but Yeojin’s cock-sucking lips sucking cock. They are the only thick thing on this miniscule rookie pornstar. You jerk your hips forward and her nose meets your base. You keep it that way as her tight throat struggles with your size and saliva spills from her lips.

Yeojin’s gags seem to turn on Yeri, her wet pussy dripping on your fingers as you rub it, never too fast, to keep her on the edge to—yeah, teach her a lesson. Look at that needy face, that heaving bosom, she is so desperate for more stimulation, but could never admit to it. Yeri’s pride keeps her from begging for your fingers to twirl inside her cunt.

“Is that really how you want to do it?” That’s as close to a beg as you will get from Yeri, nonetheless, you’ll give her more rubs. All this struggle is unbeknownst to the viewer, who can only see Yeri’ ecstatic face and wide open mouth as you finally insert two digits in her cunt. “That’s better, fuck.”

“Ride my fingers, Yeri. Impress me, and I’ll fuck you on the desk.”

“You, you will either way,” she chirps back, voice about to break when you thrust knuckles deep and curl, all while making Yeojin your sex doll.

Those gags of hers have become too dangerous though, so you take a step back and intensely watch as Yeojin coughs up lots and lots of saliva, letting it run down her pretty little face, her throat that was just stuffed like some obscene christmas chicken. In disbelief you watch her wipe her tears away and grin on, as if she wasn't just fighting for her life. Nothing can get Yeojin down, her brattiness is unreal.

Yeri does not seem amused at the lack of attention you give her. She pulls your hand out of her pussy and waddles towards the desk. In a burst of creativity, you grab her and slam her on the desk, on her back. Yeri winces in pain, but you already have her entrance exposed and filled before she can complain. And complain, she shall never again.

“Fuck, so big, be ca-care-ful!”

“Now that’s—oh God, you’re tight—now that’s not what I expected from you,” you groan manically, as you pin Yeri down with both your eyes and hands. “Shut up and take it. I want to see your tits bounce.”

Out of nowhere, Yeojin’s thin hand creeps under the thin string of Yeri’s bikini top and pulls it off. Finally, you can see those modest breasts swing freely while you do what you’re best at: plunging your fat cock into a wet cunt. Yeri moans, in a deep craze, deep pleasure, her hips grind in circles so you have to pin her down harder, hands in the soft flesh above those hips—just fuck faster and lose your mind.

“Yeri, your pussy looks so full,” Yeojin giggles and brushes stray hair out of her friend’s ecstatic face. “Don’t tell me you’re already about to cum?”

“No-no, never—”

“Oh great, cuz I won’t let you,” you promptly say and pull out of that stretched hole, gaped and absolutely desperate for an orgasm that was right around the corner. A few more pumps and Yeri would have been gone, her first on cam climax was so close.

But now it’s Yeojin’s turn. After all you want those points—or is it their points? You don’t care, you just hook your arms underneath her thighs and pick her up. She’s as light as she looks and her pink cavern is as snug as you anticipate. Yeojin holds onto your neck for stability, while you split her open further and further and when she leans into you, you feel your cock bulge her.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s the spot.” Use Yeojin like a fleshlight, an upgrade to her sex doll mouth, and she surrenders to the pleasure. Wasn’t this supposed to be Team Bratty or something? This is more—

“Team Cockhungry, absolute sluts,” you shout at her but Yeojin is just mindless and her lips quiver anxiously whenever you’re not guiding her small body up and down your cock. “Yeri, get on the wall. Present your ass to me, if you want this cock again.”

Yeri nods, only focused on you. She needs a second to find orientation again, while you make Yeojin lose all orientation as you spin her around and fuck her full nelson. An insane idea by the producers, stand and carry sex for the finale, but with a girl this small, it’s actually possible. You are still the unrestrained engine that pistons and pistons until Yeojin is ready to burst.

“Not yet, not yet,” you coo as you ruin yet another orgasm. A wet pop when you remove yourself from what could be a perfect hole for cockwarming, breeding and many other lewd adventures. The industry will empty their pockets to get a video with this pocket pussy girl. But for now, she is all yours and quite dismayed.

“You, you dick, better make it up later,” Yeojin says, voice deeply judgemental. It has to be ignored, because first, you have to make it up for a certain someone who wasn’t satisfied with your fingers or a short missionary fuck. Yeri needs you again, deep and hard, while her fragile legs try to keep her upright.

You watch the side of her face, the lip bite, the palms flaking off the wallpaper, the thighs trapping you and your cock is already on her labia. Yeri rubs her love juice all over your rod and you follow her plea and take the lead with a thrust that can be heard around the world.

“Fuck, it’s deep, your cock is deep in my pussy.” The disbelief in her voice sounds genuine, just like the attempt to crawl up the wall to drop back down on your cock. Yeri wants you to hit her cervix, finally cumming all over you but you need to savor this position more.

“Deeper than anything else.” A hand in her hair, you press everything of her against the wall. “I know you like it deep, your best spots are there. You’re a slut for large cocks, you only want them while standing up.”

“No, I need them to pick me up! Lift me up and fuck me, break me open deeeeep!”

Yeri must have been so envious of Yeojin. You might have picked the wrong girl to lift on high and fill from below. You can still make it up though; Yeri’s tits are repurposed as handles to pull her back onto your chest, feet suddenly flying. You might be blinded by strands of her hair all over your face, but you can still feel the weight of Yeri down on your cock, while you’re still drilling into her. She is getting higher, not only physically, but mentally. She loves nothing more than to be watched while a huge shaft fucks her. The stimulation sends her into a sea of bliss, a deep ocean, like the puddle of girl cum beneath your feet.

“I’m going to cum on your cock,” Yeri screams and tries to choke out a load from your balls, yet all she is choking you with is her hair on your face. “I love it, y-you can finish with me—”

The last time the camera captured someone cum so hard was about thirty minutes ago, either Wonyoung or Yiren, but unlike Team Princess next door, Yeri does it involuntarily. You pound the squirt out of her sloppy cunt until your legs become a slippery lubed mess and you almost slip on the cheap classroom floor. Yeri shouts and whines, the inside of her pussy still rippling when you pull out of it.

When you place Yeri back against the wall and feel the somewhat cold studio air brush past your erection, you realize that Yeri was close to getting you off too early. You are throbbing, surfing on the edge, almost getting blue balled. The only thing that can save you is Yeojin and the only thing you see is her ass, as she props herself up on all fours in between the chairs of—

Who counts chairs and who fucking cares? Just slam your cock into her ass and hear her screech in shock at the sudden fullness of her back entrance. There will be no ruined orgasm for you this time, Yeojin’s ass is your guarantee and you doubt her brattiness will return. Not when she moans so submissively. A question remains as you bury yourself repeatedly in Yeojin’s rectum: how can she be shocked when it's all lubed up and relaxed and eager to take you back inside like the pussy of a veteran porn star?

Yeojin really was born for this job. Her petite frame will be perfect for various porn sites related to kinks: size difference, stand and carry, small tits. The videos of her getting bulged will become legendary amongst the horniest or Reddit and Tumblr communities. Guys will have their way with her, her head will be spinning after some huge guys have her unconventionally spitroasted in the air or one of those tall, muscular women takes her for a ride on a strap-on.

They won’t have to worry about anal from her, because Yeojin takes it legendarily, narrowing at just the right time to go beyond the audio-visual perfection that is her penetrated ass—in simpler words, it feels as good as it looks. She can rival Yuna or maybe form some butt slut dream team, that’s how fucking amazing fucking her ass is.

“Yeri get back here, I’m close,” you promptly announce whilst scoring again by forcing Yeojin into a prone position and marking her shoulders with tender bites. Yeri struggles to find footing, only able to push forward because of all the tables and chairs. When she finally reaches you, you give Yeojin your final pumps as her entire frame is struck by an orgasmic earthquake.

In this day and age, everything has to be fast, even porn has to fit the 15 second shorts, reels, tiktok culture, so you start to cum in Yeojin and push Yeri to the ground at the same time. Then you reach for Yeri’s butt while holding back as many spurts as you can, to get her in this sweet piledriver and then paint both the outside and inside off her petite yet bubbly ass. It’s perfect for a short clip, that little teaser that plays when you’re about to click on the next JAV thumbnail on that shady site.

The HD or 4K settings across all screens can never do the real sight of a blissfully filled Yeri justice, as she eagerly spreads her own cheeks and everyone gets the awesome view of cum that seeps out of a gaped ass. The upside down (pretty, little, risky) baddie cleans off that hard-working cockwith her formerly bratty mouth. Deep exhales through her nose send a nice, warm stream of air around your base, which finally loses stiffness, the tension, it comes crashing down in the well-known post-nut clarity.

In this clarity however, you find Yeri’s final defiance; her lips will not let go of your cock and her tongue on your sensitive slit makes you curl your toes and whine out the agony which shoots up to your head like electric shocks. To top it all off, you feel Yeojin grin behind you when she wraps her slender arms around your midriff. This wasn’t in the script!

“The shooting might be over,” the tiny girl whispers. “But we are not done with you.”

“There are still a lot of points to be collected.

“And you will collect all of them.”

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