#yuqi smut

[lustspren]

O Sole Mio ft Soyeon, Yuqi.

length: 9.5k words ✦

Soyeon, Yuqi & Male Reader. 

(The Judge A.U)

genres: threesome, anal, voyeur, hard sex, double blowjob, oral sex, facefuck, squirt, facial, bi, outdoor sex, squirt, bdsm

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You didn't know where the hell you were or what had happened, but you woke up accompanied by two stupidly hot and beautiful girls on each side of your body. You rubbed your eyes for a few seconds, and blinked a couple of times to regain awareness of what had happened. Minnie was still with her back to your left, and Soyeon was still hugging you in the same way she fell asleep a few hours ago. Both were quite disheveled and visibly destroyed.

"Damn, we left her a mess right?" Soyeon said next to you, because of the position of her head you hadn't realized that she was awake.

"Don't bring me into that, you were the conductor," you tried to excuse yourself, smiling up at the ceiling.

"Maybe, but you were the solo violinist," she patted you on the chest and sat up, smoothing her hair back and stretching out her arms.

Minnie began to stir at the sound of your voices, and at one point she rolled over to lie on her side facing you. You stared at her for a few seconds while Soyeon stood up and looked for some things in her suitcase, she slowly opened her eyes, smiling when she met your gaze; She closed her eyes again, and with a small smile still on her face, she reached up to put an arm around your body and hug you tight.

"This is not the time to continue sleeping, Miss Yontararak," you said, hugging her back.

"Hmm, what time is it?" she said sleepily, snuggling against your chest. You looked at Soyeon since you had no way of knowing.

"3:21 in the morning," Soyeon said after checking her phone and pulling her hair up into a high bun.

"Damn, we did get a lot of sleep," Minnie replied, and she pulled away from you to let out a long yawn before sitting up.

"Yeah, and I'm fucking hungry as well as sticky," Soyeon sighed, standing on the side of the bed and looking at the two of you, "get up, we'll take a shower."

"I don't feel my body, it seems like I went to the gym for 5 days straight just doing legs," Minnie said rubbing her thighs then trying to stand up, failing.

"Honey, please help her, I'll wait for you in there," Soyeon said to you, and you nodded before standing up in front of Minnie, offering her both your hands.

"How gentlemanly," Minnie teased, taking both of your hands and standing in front of you, your bodies only inches apart. She looked you up and down, and raised an eyebrow with a little smile, "And hot," after saying that, you and she shared a slow and sensual kiss in which you remained immersed for long seconds. You would have lasted longer making out, but Soyeon's voice interrupted you.

"Everything alright out there?!" Soyeon asked from the now running shower.

"Come on, we'll have time for more kissing later," you winked at her, and slipped an arm around her waist to help her walk toward the bathroom.

When you two entered the bathroom, Soyeon was already under the shower behind the slightly misted glass, she had turned on some of the hot water. You went inside it with Minnie, leaving her between you and Soyeon for the two of you to help her stand up and bathe. You had a nice time there in the shower, no lewd comments or anything, just silly little laughs while making fun of Minnie.

After about twenty minutes the three of you came out of the bathroom wrapped in your respective towels and "dressed" to make yourself comfortable. Minnie just wore a short black tank top with black panties, Soyeon an oversized hoodie with absolutely nothing else underneath, and you stayed only in your boxers.

"What do you want to eat? I can call room service," Soyeon said, sitting on the edge of the bed as she looked at the two of you, already nestled between the pillows.

"Hmm, I don't know," you said, "I could eat an elephant if I had to, so I'll leave the decision up to you."

"I want baked chicken!" Minnie said, you and Soyeon looked at her with both eyebrows raised.

"That's quite a heavy meal for these hours," Soyeon warned, going to pick up the room phone.

"I sleep better with a full stomach," she smiled, and Soyeon had no choice but to comply with her wishes.

Soyeon called room service. She not only ordered food, she also ordered an extra set of sheets to remedy the mess you left a few hours ago. The requested service arrived about an hour after the order, and after changing the sheets, you enjoyed a delicious meal before finally lying on the same bed, watching an American variety show that was not funny at all. but it was entertaining at least. This time Soyeon was between the two of you, both hugging her.

"I can't take it anymore… I have to sleep," Minnie said sleepily after a yawn.

"Me too, my eyes are heavy," you said, rubbing them and then pulling the blanket up to your neck.

"Then rest well, babies," Soyeon said, before giving each of you an affectionate peck on the temples, minutes later, the three of you fell asleep to the voice of some host with less grace than a funeral in the background.

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A bright new day in LA, and a new day of filming for the girls of G-IDLE. This day was going to be a very different one for them, since the recording team rented a luxurious house perfect for the summer in which they were going to shoot some scenes in the pool.

Soyeon and Yuqi would be chosen for this occasion. The day went great for most of it, little mishaps here and there, but nothing out of the ordinary for a day of shooting for a couple of girls who were more than used to this level of work.

During this day Soyeon had the perfect pretext for her next master plan, and that was the incredibly hot bikini that Yuqi wore during the entire filming session. She couldn't stop looking at her and drooling for her body for even a second, Yuqi was meaty in absolutely every right part, perfect tummy, perfect legs, and a nice round ass that she couldn't wait to revel in.

"Manager-nim!" Soyeon approached her manager, who was discussing important issues with some producers but had no choice but to give her the attention she deserved, "we'll have a day off tomorrow, right?" she asked.

"Oh let me see," the man took his phone out of his pocket and entered the notes, then nodded, "that's right, why?"

"I just wanted to know if it was possible to rent this house just for us tomorrow," the manager was perplexed for a few seconds.

"Well..." apparently he didn't quite know what to say, even the producers were baffled, "for what?"

"Fuck just give me the contact of the owner of the house, we'll pay with our own money," Soyeon snapped already impatient, crossing her arms.

"Well, well, whatever you say," he said, "don't drink, that's the only condition I give you."

"Seems fair to me," Soyeon agreed with a smirk.

"It wasn't exactly cheap, so prepare your pockets," he warned, and soon Soyeon received the contact on her phone.

"I've made enough money, don't worry about me," Soyeon winked at him, and after a little pat on his shoulder, she went back to Yuqi to give her the news.

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"May I know the reason behind this last minute rental, Jeon Soyeon?" Minnie asked as the two of them left their suitcases in one of the bedrooms in the house that had a direct view of the pool.

"I won't even bother lying to you, there's the reason," Soyeon nodded her head to the right, to the window through which you could see Yuqi laying down on one of the pool chairs.

"Oh, and you're going to invite him, right?" Minnie asked, sitting on the edge of one of the beds.

"He'll be coming here shortly, yes," Soyeon stated, undressing right in front of her to start putting on a two-piece swimsuit, "that's why I need a big favor."

"You want me to get Miyeon and Shuhua out of here, right?" Minnie raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, just take them shopping around, those two bitches love that," Soyeon adjusted her bathing suit top and then went to sit on Minnie's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. Minnie grabbed her waist, "I promise I'll make it up to you later."

"You better eat my pussy so good you have me squirting in your mouth, this is going to be tricky," Minnie said, biting her lip in a small smile, "alright, get up, I've got a couple of chumps to take on a hike."

"Remember to buy them nice and expensive panties, they'll need them later," Soyeon winked at Minnie and then stood up. Minnie also got up, and after giving Soyeon a kiss on the jaw, she left through the bedroom door.

Soyeon waited for a long time, hoping to hear the main gate of the village open as that would be her signal that Minnie and company had finally left the place. The gate opened, and immediately Soyeon headed towards the pool.

She reached the pool, finding the funny image of Yuqi trying to put sunscreen on her back but failing as her arms didn't reach. As soon as she became aware of Soyeon's presence, her face lit up.

"Oh! Thank god you're here," she said, handing her the bottle of sunscreen and settling into the pool chair with her back to her.

"Could you at least say hello to me first, right?" Soyeon said, raising an eyebrow, to sit right behind her and take the bottle of sunscreen.

"I saw you half an hour ago, for what?" Yuqi asked with a frown.

"I don't know, education I guess," Soyeon said with a shrug. She opened the bottle of sunscreen, poured a little into each palm, and began to spread it all over her milky back.

"Education? I've been knowing you for more than 6 years, woman," she excused herself, looking towards the beautiful landscapes of California.

"So what? I'm still older than you," Soyeon smiled, running her hands over every inch of soft skin as gently as she could, slowly making her movements more and more sensual as she reached her waist.

"Huh?!" Yuqi exclaimed, offended, "You're only a year older than me!" She was starting to get tense, so Soyeon snuggled up behind her, pressing her lower body against her ass.

"It doesn't matter if it's a year, I'm older than you and you have to live with that," Soyeon said in a huskier, lower voice, close to Yuqi's ear, who Soyeon noticed as she shuddered, "I even think you should call me mommy,” Soyeon giggled.

"W-what are you talking about?" Yuqi asked, slightly nervous at Soyeon's closeness, but also delighted by the work that her hands were doing on her back and lower back.

"Just a suggestion..." Soyeon massaged both sides of Yuqi's torso, very close to her tits, "god, do you know how hot you look in this bikini?"

"Ah, really?" Yuqi played along with her, matching her seductive low tone of voice but putting on her trademark deep voice.

"Fuck yeah," Soyeon was now whispering in her ear, "I haven't been able to stop staring at your sexy body since yesterday," her hands now went to her tits, grabbing and massaging them over the top of the fabric. Yuqi let out small gasps.

"And what are you supposed to do about it, unnie?" Yuqi moved her hips slightly, feeling the heat take over her body.

"Well, all I'm thinking about is fucking you mercilessly," Soyeon slipped her hands under her bikini top, playing with Yuqi's small, hard nipples as she gently squeezed her tits, "eat that nice pink pussy… fuck, I'm happy just filling your ass with spanks."

"Hmfmm.." Yuqi pursed her lips, reaching back with one hand to cup the side of Soyeon's face and gently caress it. Soyeon already had her trapped in her cobwebs.

Soyeon didn't continue saying anything, instead she used her hands as a method of communication so that Yuqi understood what she wanted at that precise moment. She removed her hands from Yuqi's tits, only to give the knot at her back a little tug to remove her bikini top and leave her small mounds free.

Yuqi pressed her back against Soyeon's chest, and with a perfect view of her sexy tummy and her thighs, Soyeon lowered one of her hands down her abdomen to slide it under her bikini bottom, running her hands up. fingers between her slightly wet folds. Yuqi tensed a little between small discreet moans, which soon stopped being discreet since Soyeon inserted a finger inside her pussy.

“Mmm… so wet and silky,” Soyeon whispered, nibbling on Yuqi's earlobe. She pumped only one finger for less than a minute, and soon added a second finger inside her, then began pumping her wrist slightly faster.

At that moment you arrived.

The way to the village had been longer than you thought, Soyeon had paid for the taxi and sent it directly to the hotel where you were all staying now, so you never really knew the address of where you were going, the only idea you had you had was thanks to the photos that Soyeon had been sending you since she was there. As you were leaving the center of the city, you realized that you were going straight to the top of Beverly Hills. Luckily you had dressed for the occasion, the sun was set on your heads, but you were dressed in khaki shorts, a baggy black t-shirt and white sneakers.

As soon as she saw you out of the corner of her eye, Soyeon waved at you with her free hand for you to quickly join them. You stood to one side of the chair where both of them were accommodated, Yuqi had her eyes closed, but she noticed your presence by the shadow you generated. You didn't have time to process everything your eyes were seeing at that moment. Yuqi's small tits exposed, her pretty gasps, Soyeon fingering her pussy.

"The girls left a very short time ago..." Yuqi murmured with her eyes still closed as she enjoyed Soyeon's fingers in her pussy, "so this can only be one person."

"Hello there," you said, and Yuqi grinned before opening her eyes to see you.

"Will this finally be the day you can fuck me?" Soyeon started to move her wrist faster, pumping Yuqi's pussy, "all the time I envy Soyeon for having a guy like you's dick whenever she wants."

"We'll see about that, we'll do as the boss orders," you said, looking at Soyeon, who smiled.

"Well, the boss orders you to fuck her face, right now," Soyeon said, pulling her fingers out of Yuqi's pussy and straight into her mouth, causing her to taste her own fluids. Yuqi received Soyeon's fingers with pleasure, sucking them clean as she brought a hand to the bulge in your shorts, giving it little squeezes and massaging it until it was almost completely hard.

You quickly unbuttoned your shorts, and pulled them down to your ankles along with your boxers, releasing your cock just inches from Yuqi's face, who gaped happily in surprise.

"Fuck, I knew you had a big cock," Yuqi let out a small smile, taking your cock in one hand and stroking it slowly.

"And it's not even completely hard, go ahead and suck it," Soyeon said in Yuqi's ear, and she didn't hesitate for a second to lean forward and take the tip of your cock between her soft little lips. You gasped, and Yuqi soon took a few more inches inside her. She began to slowly suck half of your cock, purposely moaning so that your shaft would receive the vibrations. Your cock came to full hardness in a matter of seconds, and with that, Soyeon grabbed Yuqi by her hair and gently pulled her back.

"Stop right there, miss," Soyeon said, "open your mouth and stick out your tongue, I want to see that pretty face destroyed."

Yuqi obeyed Soyeon's order just as she asked, sticking out her tongue as much as she could while she stared into your eyes, waiting for you to put your cock inside there. You didn't make her wait too long, taking your manhood by the base and teasing her by rubbing your tip against her tongue a couple of times, seconds later, you finally slowly slid every inch of your length into her mouth, finding a barrier in her throat that prevented you from reaching the bottom.

You tried to push forward of her to reach her throat, but Yuqi's gag reflex made her cough and pull you out of her mouth.

"Fuck, it's too big," she said taking a long breath, "just try again," she opened her mouth again, and you slid your cock inside her again. You reached her limit once more, but this time she didn't flinch as her gag reflex jumped, she coughed against your cock, letting a large amount of saliva escape from the corner of her mouth, but just like that you could finally put your entire length inside, caressing her throat with the tip.

"Good job honey..." Soyeon complimented Yuqi, playing with her small tits between pinching and caressing her nipples. You muffled a moan against your pursed lips, and kept a hand on Yuqi's head as you began to pump your hips back and forth, slowly at first so she could get used to the feeling of deepthroating.

Your impatience didn't allow you to give her more than five minutes of warm-up, and as Soyeon continued to play with Yuqi's tits, you began to gradually increase the speed of your pumping faster than she could have expected. With each thrust you hit her throat harder, it soon got used to the sensation and let you fuck her without any impediment.

Despite showing almost no gag reflex anymore, you were fucking Yuqi's mouth so uncontrollably that your cock was completely drenched in her saliva, which also fell everywhere, especially on her creamy thighs and Soyeon hands. You grabbed a handful of Yuqi's hair tightly, and began to shake her head in coordination with your hip movements, Yuqi wrinkled her face, and in the midst of small moans she clung tightly to your hips, desperately seeking a break.

"Holy fucking god!" Yuqi exclaimed as you gave her the break she was asking for, her mouth connected to the tip of your cock by thick threads of saliva.

"I said the same thing in my mind the first time he fucked my face," Soyeon smirked, reaching a hand to your cock to drench her own hand in Yuqi's saliva, stroking quickly and finally giving your balls a light squeeze. 

"No but, this thing is massive," Yuqi said, still reaching for her breath, taking your cock with both hands at the base and giving it a few more sucks, "I can't wait to feel it inside my warm pussy."

"Don't get him excited too early, honey," Soyeon stood up, leaving Yuqi alone in the pool chair, "let's have some fun with him first."

"I couldn't agree more," still sitting on the chair, Yuqi grabbed the strap of the knot from her bikini bottom and slowly pulled it undone. She lifted her hips, and removed her bikini bottom to toss it into the pool. Now all of her luscious body was uncovered, and your eyes went straight to her plump shaved pussy.

Seeing Yuqi hadn't let you realize that next to you Soyeon had also completely undressed, you were the only idiot who still had clothes on, but you soon changed that. You threw away your shorts and boxers, you took off your shoes, and finally you took off your black shirt to be on an equal footing with the two of them. As soon as that happened, Soyeon pulled you to sit next to Yuqi, who got up to stand next to Soyeon, leaving you now alone in the chair.

"If you're going to cum don't even bother telling us, I want it to be a surprise," Soyeon said after winking at you, and next to Yuqi, she knelt between your two spread legs. Soyeon was on the left, and Yuqi on the right.

Soyeon took your cock in her hand, and the two of them leaned forward to share a steamy, intense and sensual kiss with the tip of your cock right in the middle. You moaned out loud, putting both hands on their heads and gasping for air as you watched her tongues swirl around your throbbing cock.

They continued making out with your cock in the middle for a few long seconds, where they ran their tongues down each side of your shaft, towards your balls, and then met again at your tip. Soyeon took you inside her mouth, sucking your dick up and down frantically before giving way to Yuqi, who mirrored Soyeon's intensity by giving you a quick and disastrous blowjob.

While one kept your cock in her mouth, the other concentrated on complementing it with licks on your shaft and on your balls. You couldn't think straight at the time, unable to take in the fact that you were in Beverly Hills being brutally sucked off poolside by two women of that caliber, the you of a few weeks ago would have taken it as a joke, but there you were, with the California sun overhead as you received tons of pleasure.

"Soyeonie," Yuqi said, pulling you out of her mouth between ragged breaths, "I feel like doing something we haven't done in a long time."

"And what is that?" Soyeon asked, placing small kisses on her lips.

"We'll scissor with his cock in the middle," she smiled, glancing at you, "he'll probably love that."

"Oh I bet he will," Soyeon stood up and sat with you in the pool chair on your left, while Yuqi on the right. They positioned themselves facing you, and you leaned back so they could settle on your thighs. With both girls' asses now on your thighs, they moved their pelvises forward with their knees open and brought their pussies closer to either side of your cock. You stared, and when Soyeon and Yuqi made a sandwich with their pussy folds and your dick in the middle, you almost went crazy with pleasure.

You pursed your lips as the two of them pressed against your cock with their pussies, moving their hips up and down at different paces to make it more pleasurable for you. Your cock felt hot in the middle of their warm folds, also silky and extremely wet. They both teased with taking your tip inside their pussies, but in the end they only limited themselves to rubbing your entire length up and down between sensual moans.

"You like that huh?" Yuqi asked, leaning on both of her hands just like Soyeon as she moved her hips.

"Don't you see that he can't even talk?" Soyeon asked, biting her bottom lip, her gaze fixed on you, "I bet he's about to explode."

She wasn't too far off the mark. You had your eyes closed now, concentrating on the overstimulating sea of sensations that you were receiving from the waist down at that moment. You didn't know what the fuck or how they were doing it, but somehow they managed to make you squirm in the chair while your cock slid up and down between their pussies, and before long you exploded.

"Oh fuck yeah," Yuqi moaned, watching as your cock erupted with thick streams of cum that drenched both pussies equally. You writhed between moans, while the thick white liquid ran between your cock and their pussies.

"Just wait until you have that load inside you," Soyeon smiled, separating her pussy from your cock to take it in one hand and slowly stroke it up and down, while you still let out tiny droplets of liquid.

"Can I ride him first?" Yuqi asked, sitting down, rubbing her pussy that was drenched in your cum, "please tell me yes," she begged.

"Go ahead, I want to see you jumping on that dick anyway," Soyeon smiled, and Yuqi was on top of you in a matter of seconds, planting both feet on either side of your hips. She took your cock in one hand to straighten it, and no matter how sensitive you were or that her pussy was still drenched in cum, she impaled herself completely on you. You both moaned aloud as your cock slid smoothly and slowly into her wet pussy, drawing in a deep breath as her ass rested against your pelvis.

"Holy fucking sh-!" Yuqi immediately covered her mouth to keep from swearing, but her eyes squeezed shut, and when she removed her hand from her mouth, it was gaping, "how the hell doesn't this thing rip you in half?!" the question was directed at Soyeon, who had climbed up next to you and was on her knees, her face close to Yuqi's.

"Once you get used to it, it's fucking delicious," Soyeon kissed you for a few seconds, moaning against your mouth as you reached out to grab her ass, "now jump on that cock, you little bitch."

Soyeon gave a spicy spank to Yuqi's ass, Yuqi let out a little squeak, grabbed your shoulders and obediently began to move slowly up and down, taking your cock all the way in and out of her creamy pussy, which felt like a warm, silky cloud that squeezed your shaft from all directions.

Yuqi turned her face to the side of her, meeting directly with Soyeon's lips in a passionate and hot kiss that took all your attention. Your cock throbbed inside Yuqi's pussy due to the sensual scene, and Yuqi, feeling it, began to move faster, giving your pelvis the first crashes it was going to receive from her round ass.

Your previously still hands now went to Yuqi's ass, holding it while it bounced up and down against your cock. You gave her another spank, squeezing both wobbly cheeks together hard then plunging your mouth right onto her pretty little tits. Her nipples hardened inside your mouth, and you sucked, licked, and kissed as much as you could.

Yuqi removed her hand from one of your shoulders and used it to cling to Soyeon's neck from behind, muffling loud moans against her lips as she began to frantically bounce on your cock, causing a euphony of lewd sounds that had your inner flame on you ablaze.

"Fuck... I want to eat you," Yuqi said against Soyeon's lips, while she was still jumping on top of you, "and I want you to fuck me from behind," she said looking at you now, biting your lower lip.

"Let's go to the ground then, we don't have enough space here," Soyeon said, getting off her chair and going to lie down on the side of the pool, her back and her ass on the synthetic grass.

Yuqi got up from your cock and followed Soyeon, landing on her hands and knees with her face only inches from Soyeon's pussy. She didn't bother to wait for you, she just plunged her face into her drenched pussy and began to clean all the remaining cum from between her folds with her tongue.

Soyeon's moans were soon present when Yuqi's tongue began to work intensely on her pussy. You got down from the chair, and knelt behind Yuqi's magnificent upturned ass. You took your cock in one hand, and after rubbing your tip a couple of times between her wet folds, you slid with a single push to the bottom of her pussy.

Yuqi moaned against Soyeon's little pussy, who had her hand between the blonde strands of the girl you were fucking so hard her ass bounced in mesmerizing shock waves. One of her buttocks had a red mark in the shape of your hand, so you decided to leave one exactly the same on her other buttock, then grab onto her waist and pump hard in and out of her.

The blonde girl had already been stimulated in almost every way for a long time, so it didn't take long for her to reach her orgasm when you least expected it. Her entire body began to shake, and she pulled away from Soyeon's pussy so she could growl with all her might, her hands clinging to the synthetic grass in intense spasms.

You slowed down your pumping considerably, letting Yuqi's orgasm pass to pull your cock out of her pussy. Yuqi kept moaning, her face resting against Soyeon's lower abdomen.

"Shit... what the fuck was that," she gasped, her eyes slightly teary, "I've never felt a cock like that in my life."

"Don't get too used to it either," Soyeon said, caressing her hair, which was still tied in a nearly undone bun, "that cock is all mine."

"Come ride this cock then, bitch," you taunted Soyeon, sitting on the grass with your hands resting behind you and your legs spread out.

Soyeon took the teasing as a challenge, and she carefully broke away from Yuqi (who stayed lying on the grass to watch the two of you) to crawl towards you, climbing onto your lap with her thighs braced on either side of your hips and take your cock already lubricated with Yuqi's fluids inside her tight pussy.

You wrapped your arms around Soyeon's petite frame and let her begin to move up and down your cock, riding you slow and sensual at first as she searched for your lips to kiss between moans filled with mutual desire.

Your hands went to her wide hips, holding your fingers there for a few seconds before moving to her ass, as smooth and tight as ever. You squeezed and spanked it with both hands, and Soyeon moaned into your mouth, tangling her slender fingers in the strands of your hair and pulling slightly as she took your cock in and out completely.

Soyeon pushed you, and your back was flat against the warm grass. The intense Californian sun blinded you for a few seconds, but Soyeon's raven hair together with her face soon served as an awning for you. Her small tits pressed against your chest, and her face sank into your neck to nibble, suck, and kiss as she planted her feet on the grass on either side of your hips and began to bounce hard up and down.

Her body was small and skinny, but you were always impressed with how hard she could fuck sometimes, and this was one of those times, it was like the sun was giving her enough energy to almost break you in half with every bounce of her ass against you.

After having left your neck full of teeth marks and slight hickeys, she returned to your mouth, drowning out the intense moans that were a warning that she was soon about to explode. Her already tight pussy smothered your cock from all directions, the sensation making you moan along with her, and within seconds you both came at the same time.

Soyeon grabbed both of her hands around your neck, squeezing it tight as she bounced slower, but also harder and more aggressively against your cock, which shot thick streams of cum into her throbbing pussy. You couldn't help but moan out loud, psychologically and sensorially overstimulated, your first instinct was also to grab Soyeon by the neck, and since your strength was superior to hers, the grip of your fingers around her neck made her loosen your neck

She moaned and writhed, unable to breathe properly due to the pair of hands she had clamped on her slender neck. Your cum was starting to spill around your cock, staining it all over and leaving her pussy extremely creamy and slippery. When your orgasms had passed you let go of her neck, and she collapsed forward with very heavy breathing. You felt that she was going to pass out, but with the seconds she was relaxing.

"Damn, you guys fuck hard don't you?" you heard Yuqi ask behind you, you peeked over the side of Soyeon's body, seeing her lying on her side with her legs crossed and resting on her elbow.

"Ask Minnie," you said, placing a hand on Soyeon's lower back as she recovered.

"No need, she already told me," Soyeon, who was still catching her breath, raised her head to look at you with a raised eyebrow, and you returned the same look, "Hey, how about we go to a bedroom?" asked the blonde girl, "Getting a tan wasn't on my mind today."

"Can you get up, honey?" you asked Soyeon, and she nodded.

"You'll have to carry me over there," she said, sitting up with your cock still inside her. She lifted her hips slowly, pulling you out of her with a little 'pop'. The cum immediately spilled over your lower abdomen and your cock, an opportunity that Yuqi did not miss to clean both you and Soyeon. She first used her tongue to clean the pool of liquid on your abdomen, then she sucked you for a few seconds until your cock was shiny, and then she ate Soyeon's pussy until her folds were completely clean.

"Come on, stand up," Yuqi said after feasting on your load, "I haven't enjoyed this cock enough yet."

You used all the strength of your legs and your lower body to get up with Soyeon in your arms, all to be able to put her down and pick her up again, but this time on your right shoulder, holding her by the thighs. This done, you gestured with your eyes to Yuqi to go forward. She started walking into the house, and you followed her from behind.

You noticed that the house had quite a few bedrooms, but you chose one on the top floor, the one with a direct view of the pool and the rest of Beverly Hills. You were all alone in the house, so you didn't even bother to close the door when you came in. It was also not necessary to turn on the lights in the bedroom, enough natural light entered to illuminate every corner of the room without much complication. In that bedroom there were already open suitcases and messy clothes here and there, so you guessed that it was Yuqi and someone else's room. Who? You didn't know, but the panties you were seeing were definitely not Soyeon's or Minnie's.

You left Soyeon face up on one of the beds, and immediately your gaze focused on Yuqi, who you were sure saw you in the same way that you were seeing her, dying to continue tasting every corner of that thick body. She walked towards you, and brought a hand to your cock to stroke it slowly, crashing her lips against yours in a slow and sensual kiss, meanwhile, out of the corner of your eye you could see how Soyeon put a hand between her open legs and began to touch herself very vaguely.

Yuqi knew your cock must still be a bit sensitive, so she was as gentle as she could as she returned it to its full hardness. On the other hand, your hands went through every corner of her body to feel the delicious meat that made it up under your fingers, you were obsessed with her tummy and her waist, but all your attention was focused on her magnificent ass, which you squeezed hard to making Yuqi moan against your lips and have her body press against yours.

"I want to eat your pussy so bad…" you murmured against her lips. She was playing with your balls, "would you grant me that honor?"

"The honor of having that tongue in my pussy would be mine," her hand returned to your cock, this time she was stroking it slightly faster.

"I know a way you can suck my cock while I do it..."

"It just so happens that me too," she giggled, "go ahead, pretty boy."

You separated from her and went to sit on the edge of the bed where Soyeon was lying. You laid your back on the soft mattress, and Yuqi climbed on the bed to later climb on top of you. She straddled your abdomen with her back to you, and moved slowly until her thighs were on either side of your head and hers were her pretty pussy inches from your mouth. Yuqi flopped forward, her small tits pressed against your lower abdomen, and as she took your cock into her mouth, you wrapped your arms around her waist to make her hips drop, and therefore, make your nose and your mouth will be buried between her buttocks.

The first taste you had of her pussy drove you crazy almost immediately, so in no time you were eating her mouthwateringly, using your tongue to stimulate every corner of her slit to the best of your ability. Yuqi moaned around your shaft, and began to pump her head up and down, making wet noises and holding on to your thighs.

Her ass squashed against your face felt like a soft cotton quilt, shaky and still red from your spanks earlier. Both of her buttocks were once again massaged and squeezed by you, this time spreading them apart in order to have better access to her slit. Yuqi moaned louder around your cock, and she gave you a deep throat that took your breath away for a few seconds, apparently she already knew what she was capable of.

She took you out of her mouth for a moment, to spit all the saliva accumulated against your cock and jerk you off quickly, seconds later, to wrap her lips around your shaft again and pump her head frantically. You took your tongue as deep as possible inside her pussy, stimulating her pussy walls and then quickly licking between her folds, also touching her clit along the way.

At a certain moment the light bulb went on with an idea that you were sure that Soyeon, who was fingering herself while you ate each other, was going to love. You clung tightly to Yuqi's body with your arms, and using all the strength in your legs (with some instinctive help from Yuqi), you stood up with Yuqi still clinging to your body and her mouth on your cock, making a standing 69.

“Holy shit…” Soyeon said out loud, expressing her astonishment but also moaning at the hot scene before her eyes. Yuqi clung to your neck with her strong thighs, testing the stamina of your muscles as you felt as if you were being constricted by a reticulated python. Your arms also clung around her body, and you kept eating her pussy like a hungry dog while she choked on your cock. You stayed in that position for at least a minute until Soyeon threw a pillow at you, "stop, I want her to do that with me."

"And what do I get in return?" you asked, kissing Yuqi's thighs.

"You can do what you want with us anyway," she replied, "now bring her to me," she ordered, and you had no choice but to obey.

You lay back on the bed, and Yuqi pulled you out of her mouth to get off of you. She grabbed a pillow and positioned herself on her back horizontally to the bed, Soyeon climbed on top of her, and as soon as she left her ass floating above Yuqi's face, she caught her with her arms and pressed their bodies together, both of them faces now buried in each other's pussy.

You dedicated yourself to just watching how they did her own 69, Yuqi clinging to Soyeon's small waist while she held the blonde girl by her thighs, lifting them up and spreading her legs wide to have better access to her pussy. They both looked completely committed to making the other moan as loud as possible, Soyeon was even using two of her fingers to finger Yuqi while the tip of her tongue was focused on her clit. Yuqi was also using her salivated fingers, but not to finger her pussy, but her butthole, which gave in very easily to her fingers and let them slide in and out like nothing.

Seeing that made you want to get in on the action, so you got to your knees between Yuqi's spread legs and in front of Soyeon's twisted face. You had been giving Yuqi quite a bit of attention for the past few minutes, which is why the first thing you did was take your throbbing cock in one hand, Soyeon's head in the other, and guide your shaft directly into her mouth and straight to her throat.

Not being ready for it, Soyeon choked on your cock at first, coughing a few times against it and making a mess of saliva between your shaft and Yuqi's pussy. You didn't come out of her mouth, instead, you let her find a way to catch her breath before starting to fuck her mouth mercilessly.

You grabbed two fistfuls of Soyeon's hair with both of your hands, pulling her head towards your cock and using her mouth as a puny sex doll. Yuqi kept eating her pussy, and now she had her hands on each of her buttocks to squeeze them hard. Soyeon moaned and writhed like crazy because of her pleasure, and lots of saliva kept spilling from her mouth, landing directly on Yuqi's pussy, which already looked too tempting for you.

A few seconds passed when you took your cock out of Soyeon's mouth and took it directly to Yuqi's pussy, sliding inside her with just a simple movement of your hips. You heard how the blonde girl separated from Soyeon's pussy, letting out a loud moan of satisfaction as she felt you deep inside her wet pussy again.

"That's honey, take all that juicy cock," Soyeon moaned, licking Yuqi's clit as you placed your hands on her milky thighs and began fucking her just as hard as Soyeon's mouth.

Just like Soyeon a few minutes ago, Yuqi was squirming under her body with her hands on Soyeon's waist, her nails digging into her flesh with such force that it looked like it was going to draw blood from her. That didn't stop you from continuing to pump in and out of her, completely ecstatic at how soft her plump pussy felt inside.

You pulled your cock out of Yuqi's pussy, and once again took it inside Soyeon's mouth, to frantically fuck her throat. Your hand went to her hair to pull it back, but you used the other to slap her hard as her mouth was a complete mess of saliva and tears falling from her eyes. She looked at you with weak but defiant eyes, inviting you to give her another slap, and so you did, another slap right to her cheek, causing several strands of her hair to stick to her sweaty face.

Not a minute passed when you returned once more to Yuqi's pussy, but this time you wouldn't last too long, because a few strong pounds against her pussy were enough for Yuqi to explode for the second time that day, screaming against Soyeon's pussy and desperately searching something to break so she could channel all the energy her orgasm was hitting her with. She found nothing, and all she did was pull the sheet off the edges of the bed after crumpling and pulling it.

"She cums way harder than Minnie, holy fuck," you gasped, looking over at Soyeon, who just grinned looking over her shoulder at Yuqi.

"Forget about her for a second and fuck my ass, right now, I'm close," Soyeon commanded, strands of her hair still clinging to her forehead.

You moved to the side of them and grabbed Soyeon around her waist to pull her off of Yuqi (who was staring blankly as she tried to take in what had happened) and face down against the mattress. You braced both of your legs on either side of her hips, and slid the tip of your cock between her buttocks a few times before finding her butthole and driving your cock deep inside.

Soyeon moaned loudly, and clung to the already wrinkled sheets as you pinned her against the bed with all the weight of your body. You left your hands fisted against the mattress on either side of Soyeon's head, and began to move up and down with the sole objective of pounding the girl below you so hard that she couldn't walk properly for the rest of the day.

The sound of your pelvis crashing against her wide ass resounded loudly throughout the silent house, as did Soyeon's desperate shrieks as you knocked the air out of her with each thrust. One of your hands went to the nape of her neck, supporting all your weight on it to keep her head glued to the mattress. It was like that for a few seconds, until you directly grabbed her hair carelessly to leave her cheek pressed down.

You spent a few long seconds fucking her face down, hammering her tight butthole until you wanted to change her position, and without getting out of her, you manipulated her like a rag doll and turned her on her side with her legs drawn up. From that position you could see her face completely destroyed and sweaty, but also full of lust and desire. You started moving again, pumping furiously in and out of her to lean forward, spit in her face, then slap her hard again. Soyeon growled, incredibly turned on by how rudely and roughly you were treating her.

You clung to her waist, and she clung to your forearm. Tears were coming out of her eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to leave her completely destroyed in every possible way, a sign of this were your clenched teeth, or the thick drop of sweat that ran down the side of your face, always present every time you and Soyeon fucked like animals.

Soyeon's neck was once again adorned by a pretty hand-shaped necklace, your fingers clinging around it and cutting off her breath as you delivered what would be the last thrusts before she exploded. You had already made her cum this strong, violent and good, but this was the first time that she let out a stream of squirt when you fucked her ass. The fluid stained your legs, and she completely drenched the mattress beneath you as she jerked and trembled as if she were demonically possessed. She wanted to moan and scream, but the hand on her neck wouldn't let her.

You let her relax patiently, moving your hips very slowly in and out of her butthole, which you could appreciate how incredibly dilated you had left seconds after you had pulled out of her.

"You guys scare me… you fuck like wild animals," Yuqi sighed, who was prone lying on her own forearms, feet moving separately in the air.

"And I'm not even done with both of you, cutie," you winked at her, leaving Soyeon for a moment to get on top of Yuqi, pressing your cock against her buttocks, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her head back so that your lips will meet.

You two made out for a few long seconds, in which she moved her wide hips and her ass up to rub against your cock. She was looking for just one thing, and you certainly weren't going to deny her that, but first you played with her a bit, using your free hand to play with her nipples, you pinched them for a moment, and then you moved the same hand to get it under her body, reaching her pussy and gently rubbing her folds with your index and middle fingers.

Yuqi moaned tenderly against your lips, and she reached back with one hand to cup your cock and stroke it slowly. You pleasured each other that way for much longer than you planned, her pussy felt so good in your fingers, as did her soft hand wrapped around your throbbing cock, eager to spill another thick load. 

"Jeez, fuck me already, please," Yuqi moaned, taking your cock between her buttocks and rubbing it against her slit. You kissed her again, and satisfied her carnal desires by taking your cock for the third time inside her pussy. Yuqi's body shuddered, and her muffled moan against your lips let you know that from that position you were hitting a sensitive spot for her.

You began to slowly move your hips up and down, fucking her in a careful and sensual way, seeking to touch that sensitive spot with each of your pumps. It was certainly working, Yuqi was holding both of your forearms tightly, and her breathing was already rough. She helped you to caress inside her, moving her ass up every time you pushed down. You moaned against each other's lips, filled with pleasure and submerged in your lust.

"Hey, fuck both of us… I want to do something," Yuqi begged between moans, looking at Soyeon face down like her.

Soyeon next to you was face down with one leg up, staring at you and completely still, without saying a single word or moving a single muscle. She was scary sometimes, and this was one of those times when you'd rather do everything you could to not make her even scarier. You had bad experiences seeing her upset.

"Get on top of her then, go," you said in Yuqi's ear, and she nodded. You came out of her, and she got up to lie on her stomach right on top of Soyeon, who didn't complain knowing what you two had in mind.

You knelt between their legs, your cock pointing right between the two pussies stacked on top of each other. You were forced to choose, but while you thought about your choice you dedicated yourself to touching both pussies separately, Soyeon's first, taking two fingers inside her and pumping them slowly, while bending your back to eat Yuqi's pussy.

The symphony of groans began, and with it the inspiration came to you. You reversed her roles, but since you couldn't reach Soyeon's pussy with your mouth, you used your other hand to rub her clit while the one with your fingers inside her was Yuqi. That's when you made your choice, taking your cock and taking it inside Soyeon's pussy.

You started fucking Soyeon as fast as that position would allow, continuing to give Yuqi the attention she deserved from her, using your hands to massage her buttocks and finger her pussy to soften her up, getting her ready for her turn. The two of them were sharing a kiss right in front of you, and Yuqi brought a hand under Soyeon's body to quickly rub her clit as your cock pumped in and out of her pussy. The three of you moaned in different tones and levels, Soyeon being the loudest but being partly silenced by Yuqi's lips.

After a few seconds you quickly made the switch, now bringing your cock inside Yuqi, who broke away from Soyeon's lips only to let out a primal growl of pure pleasure. You gave one of her milky buttocks a hard spank, rekindling the bright red mark in the shape of your hand that was already fading. You repeated with her other buttock, and now her ass was burning red hot right before your eyes.

Yuqi kept rubbing Soyeon's pussy, so you didn't need to focus too much on pleasuring her as well, since your job was being facilitated, you just dedicated yourself to fucking her hard, holding onto her ass with one hand as you watched them making out between desperate moans.

You switched between pussies again, this time going back to Soyeon's, which you noticed was already tighter and tenser than normal, a sign that her orgasm was near. You spat on Yuqi's pussy, and pumped your fingers in and out of it again while hammering Soyeon's little pussy.

You knew your girl pretty well, and you weren't wrong when you thought her orgasm was just around the corner.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!" she finally screamed breaking free of Yuqi's lips before exploding with another intense stream of squirt, which this time not only stained your legs but also part of Yuqi's crotch and pussy.

"Holy mother, woman," Yuqi gasped, pinning her under her body as she writhed and shrieked.

As soon as Soyeon's orgasm passed you focused one last time on Yuqi, taking your cock inside her with a single thrust and pounding her pussy as hard as you could, even planting your feet on either side of them for a better angle and moving faster. From there your hand reached her blonde hair already completely loose from her to grab a handful and yank it back violently. A few pushes were enough to make her cum too.

Yuqi didn't cum as hard or as violently as Soyeon, but you were sure that she was enjoying that orgasm as much as the previous two, besides, you had been hitting her sensitive spot at all times, a factor that contributed to her pussy dripping with fluids very slightly.

"What was it you wanted to do?" you asked Yuqi, slowly pumping your cock in and out of her throbbing pussy.

"I want you to come in our faces to give Minnie a little surprise," she asked, and you raised an eyebrow, suspicious but not complaining about being complicit in it.

You came out inside her and Yuqi automatically got off Soyeon to her back, Soyeon was still unable to move properly, so you had to help her to her back as well. Now with both girls on their backs, with their faces next to each other, you knelt in front of their heads and began masturbating just above them. Yuqi and Soyeon stuck out their tongues, and Soyeon put a hand to your balls to squeeze as you soon reached your peak.

Long minutes of holding your load resulted in an intense eruption of cum coming straight from inside your cock. You moaned loudly, quickly stroking your cock while shooting thick streams of cum on both faces, painting every corner of them, their foreheads, their noses, their tongues and even their chins. Both pretty faces were completely smeared with white like an abstract painting.

"You want me to take a picture of you, right?" You gasped, catching your breath and stopping stroking your cock since your balls were already emptied.

"Actually I want to do it myself, would you be so kind as to pass me my phone?" Yuqi asked, "It's the one with the black case with white puppies."

"Whatever you say," you sighed, standing up and looking everywhere for the damn phone, it turned out to be in the window frame that overlooked the pool, "what the hell is it doing here? It could fall."

"Don't ask and give it to me," she said, and you rolled your eyes, handing it over.

Yuqi entered the front camera, and as if it were a photocard, both of them posed for a perfectly beautiful and functional selfie, except for the detail that they were completely covered with your cum. You also saw how she entered Minnie's chat and sent her the picture.

That's when you heard footsteps in the hallway, they were too quick to react to it, so the three of you stood completely still when Miyeon entered the room, apparently not noticing you as she had entered with her eyes on her phone and then looked for something in her suitcase. You stay completely silent, hoping that just as she walked in with no idea what was going on, she could leave, but you weren't so lucky.

"AHHHHHHH!" she squealed rather loudly, bringing both of her hands up to cover her mouth. Her eyes were wide open, observing the three naked bodies just a few meters from her. Between all the hustle and bustle you had not heard either of the two doors open, neither the main gate nor the door of the house. The princess had caught you in the act, and she had already seen your cock.

You noticed how her cheeks turned bright red like her whole face, she was stunned, and she only took a few steps back until she ran out of the bedroom.

Yuqi, Soyeon and you burst into laughter.

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Kinknuary Day 6: Begging

Pairing: (G)I-DLE Yuqi x Male Reader

Word Count: 5,223

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“Yuqi, you can’t just buy everything you want—”

“But can’t you see? I have it all over me.” Yuqi brags about the plethora of shopping bags she’s carrying, knowing that it will slap you towards what she has mustered but you need to slap her back to reality. So, gripping her wrists and forcing herself to be in level with you, you glared at her, laced with venom as you’re not having this bratty attitude of hers.

“Listen here you little shit—you can’t buy anything of these without my money, so, you should be obedient about everything I say because my asshole doesn’t shit money and if it would, there’s a fucking limit, do you understand?”

It’s like Yuqi never knew about limitations as she will utilize what she can to get what she wants and you hate it yet there’s an optimistic side of this, is that, she’s doesn't force things out of your pocket because she rather begs for it until you agree and that’s your weakness—her, alone. Her charisma is off the roof, with even the people you pass by with her, some can’t help but get their attention stolen with Yuqi’s beauty as she’s glamorous as always and you can’t blame them with that.

Yet you know that enough is enough, and she should be taught a lesson even though it will fall deaf on her ears.

“But please—can I have at least shop for one more time, please??”

No matter how much she begs, or lures you in to play the game that definitely she’ll win, she won’t succeed with her current wants, leaving it only for her to imagine and not grasp it within her reach.

“I told you, Yuqi, we can’t—maybe someday—”

“Aish—you know what? It’s fine, I got what I needed anyway—can we just go home now?” Yuqi chides boredom as she doesn't get to succeed with her attempts, earning a faint smile on your face. She’s mildly irritated because of you—it’ll grow until it becomes unbearable to take—and you know she’s running out of options, so you took it as an advantage. 

“Why don’t we just go around the place and have some fun, Yuqi?”

“Shopping is damn tiring, you know that? I just want to go home…” You’re not falling for another trap just to fulfill and succumb to her possible needs, so you’re doing everything on your own power to convince her of your own wants instead of fulfilling hers—talk about being fair to each other which probably doesn’t exist in her dictionary. 

“But aren’t you feeling tired?”

Well, you've thought of enlightenment yourself—you're probably as tired as she is, as if walking for hours isn’t enough, then you don't know what is—and you’re afraid to agree with her. You don’t want to lie or make yourself a hypocrite towards her but it is the truth—you feel the enervation yourself and knowing you have the higher authority, you came up to a conclusion in order to close the continuous pleading and annoyance of Yuqi.

“You know what, let’s just go home since we’ve bought so many things today.”

“Ahh, yes! Thank god you agreed with me, daddy.”

Ah, the forbidden word has been used publicly and to think that someone may find it unorthodox, you quickly glared at her, wanting to shut her mouth up because of embarrassment.

“You better not call me that in public, Yuqi.”

“Or what? Are you gonna shut me up with your dick in my mouth—”

You grabbed her wrists and glared at her, this time, it’s much more intimidating and scarier, all laced with venom for her to stop. “God, be careful!”

You didn’t mind your reckless actions as you wanted to prove a point towards her.

“Shut your whore mouth or something’s going to happen to you, Yuqi.”

“Like what?” She confidently taunts you, knowing that you wouldn’t lay down a finger to her, let alone curse her with words full of lustful profanities in public.

“You know what—you’re going to get punished, Yuqi. Go to the car and let’s go home.” Your tone is demanding and stern, almost sending a chill down her spine but despite all of that, she hides a smile, knowing that she’ll soon be reaching that promised land she always wanted. Not wasting some time, she briskly walked towards the car, excited about what’s about to happen and little did she know, you have plans to truly teach her a lesson she won’t forget.

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A bratty mind is hard to be penetrated with lessons as the iron wall defending is as strong as her ego, and you’re willing to break it yet, if it means for her to be deprived and on the urge of almost breaking that wall, then it’s going to be a successful attempt to teach her.

It’s not like it’s going to be hard—it would take some time because you know how Yuqi always loved you and your cock.

“You wanted to act tough, I’ll show you what’s tough.”

Without the profounded foreplay that she always liked and just being straight to the point, her helpless cries are ignored—bound to break her and truly submit into the abyss of the lowest points. With her wrists tied onto her back, herself in all fours and her clothing yanked off onto where it is—you didn’t where it was because it will be useless right now, no matter how she looked phenomenal with that outfit—her full, naked body is now display as you admire it and worship it, plating soft kisses onto her neck and the fondling of her small, perky mounds that makes Yuqi release such sounds that arouses both parties. 

“Can’t do anything, hm? This is what you get for acting such a bitch earlier.”

Yuqi whines uncontrollably within teases of your hands and lips, the sensitivity she feels now off the charts considering how she’s feeling deprived with her needs. You’d love to have her clothing on while teasing the living fuck out of her but this was probably way better than what you envisioned earlier. 

“But please, daddy—g-give me what I want…”

She’s straightforward and needy, you can see the desperation in her eyes yet you’ll let her know that everything should be earned and well-deserved. Well, asking her won’t give her anything but feed you information as she didn’t deserve anything, yet.

“What do you even want from me, Yuqi?” You ask her as she moans, struggling to answer back as the skillful display of talent was shown with the way you tease the labia of her wet cunt and the fondling of her small mounds. “You and y-your cock, daddy.”

You chuckled right after, feeling the lack of sincerity within her tone as her voice trembles, voicing her satisfaction as she lets you know that she wants you genuinely and nothing more.

“You don’t seem to be honest about that, Yuqi.”

“B-but I am, daddy! Please j-just please fuck me already. I didn’t strip a-and put on a show for—gahh—nothing, daddy.”

The audacity of this slut—it’s just mesmerizing that even with the utmost pleasure running down her veins, she manages to even retaliate back with disrespect and selfishness, and that further ignites the feeling of punishing her and teasing her. If she wants her needs to be fulfilled, she might have to be patient or beg for it.

“If you really want this cock—then beg for it, Yuqi.”

She looks at your eyes endearingly, her puppy-eyes really flicking the switch into you as she begs for everything that can make her reach her desired treasure. Her voice trembles as she feels nervous begging for you but it’s truly the ravishing essence—her full submission while being helpless to do anything is the hidden beauty and it’s such a beautiful sight.

“P-please, daddy—I’ll do everything—” Her orbs glistens with lust and anticipation, wanting you to oblige on her needs as you can’t seem to pull the trigger;

“—I w-want your cock—to t-tastes it and savor it—please, daddy—” And she mutters up such profanities that further arouses you, an attempt to let yourself gave in to your own carnal needs;

“—Please, daddy—I’ll be your g-good girl just please, I w-want it…” And there she goes—her one, final advancement towards her own needs and for the sake of your pleasure—to pick the lock that you’ve been abstaining and depriving her for.

With the way she begs like she had lost everything, starting from her refulgent puppy-eyes up to her pleading tone, you can’t help but give in to the temptation of fulfilling her needs—most likely your needs since you want to teach her a lesson by fucking that bitchy attitude out of her but not all starts from the climax, it must start with one hell of an exordium.

“You really want it, huh, Yuqi?” Yuqi didn’t hesitate to nod, further encouraging you onto fulfilling her desires. “Then go on your knees, you can do it yourself.”

It was hard to maneuver in Yuqi’s end but you didn’t care. She immediately thrusted herself up, her knees crawling backwards and off the bed, in order to stand up and to get on her knees. The visible struggle was there but she did it nonetheless, her submissive demeanor all for you to admire as she looks helpless with her hands tied onto her back. You then quickly undressed your bottom half—you’d probably make Yuqi to strip it off on you but with her hands tied up, you didn’t bother to kill the essence of an occurring punishment—as you can see Yuqi’s eyes lighting up in awe and hunger, gazing into your erect length like it’s a long-lost treasure she’s always been wanting to obtain and now it’s just a step closer within her mouth’s reach. You then sit down onto the side of the bed, spreading out your legs as you relax yourself to be close for comfort and then command Yuqi to unleash her own masterclass of a show.

“I assume you know what to do, slut.”

Yuqi inches herself closer to you as her face indicates such an analytical approach to your cock, mesmerized and possibly adoring your length as her doe-eyes scan every inch possible. She didn’t bother to tease you as her hands are deemed useless, now her mouth is doing the job of pleasuring you instead of anything else. She swirls her tongue onto your leaking slit that’s already doused with the infamous colorless liquid as she alternates her tongue actions with kisses that peppered around your shaft. You wouldn’t mind her lipstick smudging onto the base of your shaft as she takes you balls-deep in her mouth if it means to give you the utmost pleasure and it’s like she wouldn’t oblige to it—she even want it rough, always taking your whole length until she’s a disheveled, gagged-up mess. With the mouthwork she’s been servicing onto your now saliva-sheathed shaft, you can’t help but moan as she’s doing a great job considering the lack of her hands that could probably make everything better—you know how skillful her hands are; and just by the dexterity of her fingers on her handjobs onto the fondling of your balls, you couldn’t ask for anything more and with that though, you almost regretted tying her hands up but the main mission here is to punish her, deprive her on her needs on your own accord.

“God—your mouth, Yuqi—keep sucking me j-just like that. This bratty mouth feels good—we should’ve done this sooner.”

Of course, she can’t respond with her mouth full of your cock and she won’t even bother to—it was evident, knowing how much effort she’s been exerting on sucking you off seals the deal. The way her head bobs frantically and then burying her mouth balls-deep, her lips being in contact onto the soft skin at the base of your shaft (also add the constant gags that has been resonating around the room) is truly a hypnotic and an arousing sight—this feels too good to be true and you love every second of it. With her current pace, drool inevitably seeps out of her mouth as she doesn't mind the filthiness she’s been luring into as she minds servicing you with her mouth as she seizes the opportunity on her utmost capabilities. Now pulling out of your shaft to give herself a leverage to breathe, she asked you something that she shouldn’t be bothering to ask for as the answer would be obvious.

“Can I p-please suck your balls, daddy?”

“No one’s stopping you, Yuqi—go on.”

Yuqi now averts her attention towards your sensitive balls as she tongues it with care, not wanting to hurt you. To further assist her and to gradually keep up the pleasure you’ve been experiencing, you took your raging length and stroked yourself with the arousing look of Yuqi’s naked, submissive body as she laps your balls in aims to further stimulate you. It is damn working and she’s good at it, considering how her hands can’t really influence or make anything better, she’s doing a great job as every gentle suck onto each testicle earns a ragged moan escaping your lips. She takes this as a compliment as she sucks onto each ball with care as you stroke yourself in tandem with that, further maintaining the stimulation you once gave yourself into.

“Now suck me off again, Yuqi. I wanna see that pretty dick-sucking mouth at work again.”

“Of course, daddy.”

Yuqi returns her mouth onto your whole length again, taking it all in like it was all nothing as a single, immediate deepthroat unlocks a series of gags from hers, which further stimulates you into oblivion. She’s in her own league when it comes to dick-sucking—who would’ve thought that such a cute, classy girl whose demeanor is peak-sophistication is a cockslut? Well, that wasn’t surprising considering how much you influenced her on being herself—being so goddamn hot in every outfit she wears and it’s just crazy thinking about that.

Well, you don’t need to think about it when it’s already within inches close to you—lucky you…

She continues her earlier rapid pace as she fucks her mouth onto your throbbing shaft like she wants to prove something—her worth to deserve you and you only. With her constant gags, fast pace, saliva messing up her beautiful visage and the tears adding up to the sullied mess on her face, you can’t hold the fact of abstaining yourself to your desired peak. Encouraging her for more, you praise her masterclass as you caress her gray-almost-hazelnut locks for stroking her ego.

“God fucking dammit, Yuqi—I’m so fucking close—put that t-tight mouth into good use and make daddy cum—fuck!”

She obviously responded with an incredible pace and mouthfucking, mouthing her satisfaction with constant muffles and gags as you could feel your blood rushing, your peak nearing to an end of its hot pursuit as at last, it was truly unbearable to hold it in anymore.

Yuqi, being the clever girl that she is, buries her mouth balls-deep onto your shaft as you hold a vice grip onto her head, a leverage to the constant pleasure you’re into. Thick shots of warm seed welcomes Yuqi’s slutty throat as every spurt receives a warm welcome from her, smiling as best as she can even with a mouthful of cock and the gags being the cherry on top. You let out fervor-filled moans and groans, voicing your satisfaction on your fifteen-second euphoric release inside her mouth.

“You probably deserved that, Yuqi—would have come onto your face but it is what it is.”

After pulling out and letting out exhausted breaths, Yuqi sticks out her tongue to show your incredible hard work all over it, and then quickly swallows your creamy, healthy load with two gulps, herself struggling a little because of such a marvelous volume of your load. Your load was so much to the point that some seeped out of her chin and onto her lips, you then aiding to help her clean it up as no food shall be wasted, wiping it with your fingers and then directing it onto her mouth and eagerly, Yuqi sucked onto it, not wasting a single drop.

“But I want you to paint my face, daddy—can you please cum on my face, daddy, please—”

“No—” You commanded her to get up as she immediately obliged, inching closer to her as you have a lot of plans in store with her today as her wants shouldn’t be attended first. “—I would want to cum on your face, yes, but girls like you—I don’t even know if you deserve it, let alone inside your tight, little pussy.”

A visible frown and pout is evident on her face, expressing her sadness with your proposition but an enlightenment snaps her back to her delighted self, knowing she’ll get her needs attended to by you and soon, you’ll give in but it won’t be that easy. 

“Then just fuck me senseless and cum in pussy, daddy—”

“You fucking slut—” You then grabbed her wrists in order to be dangerously closer to her as you smack her buttocks harshly, earning a sultry whine from Yuqi as the rage inside you is now emanating an aura of fear as she feels it too, eyebrows furrowing as she doesn’t know what to anticipate. “—you’re really that cockhungry, huh?”

Yuqi nods as she lets out a deep sigh of anxiety and anticipation, feeling such a roller-coaster of emotions as she doesn’t know how she could take this situation in a sense that she’ll be relieved knowing that everything is going to be smooth. She kneels down in front of you, and then makes contact with your eyes as those glistening orbs plead for your mercy, to fulfill her needs on your own accord.

“P-please, daddy—I n-need you in my cunt right n-now—fuck, please, daddy!”

It’s the way she begs that makes the difference amongst everything else—those endearing eyes that can get any man lost with its stare and her voice, her deep, sultry voice that’s just the cherry on top. You love seeing herself at her lowest, the point where she’ll beg for anything to sustain her needs and it’s just an arousing sight to see. You’ll note this and would definitely take advantage of her submissiveness just hear Yuqi begging for you.

“P-please, daddy—I’ll do anything just t-to be fucked silly.”

And god you can’t resist the temptation of depriving her needs when her verbal attempts to persuade you onto such sinful acts. You can’t really contain anything anymore as you just hope to ruin her and to fuck that bitchy attitude out of her. Not really going to abstain yourself from reaching your own carnal desires, you command her to get up as you’re about to give in to the abyss of no-return and full satisfaction.

“Get on all fours onto the bed, head down, ass up, and since you’re begging like a fucking cockhungry whore and don’t worry Yuqi—I’ll make sure you’re legs won’t work until tomorrow, or maybe even a week considering how you’ve made me this fucking horny.” Once she quickly obliged to be in position, you swiftly gave her bubble butt harsh spanks that almost left your handprint in it and you’re definitely marking it red because she’s yours and she loves it, so, you won’t even mind stopping even it’s on her own accord—you even vividly remember how she came hard with just your merciless spanks at her butt and your fingers fucking her pussy and god, it’s such a sight to remember. The rage inside you is brewing in such a potent quality that you’re willing to fuck her senseless, no matter what happens. Now getting up onto the bed with her, you kneel down as you spank her again, and then another, consistently giving her a barrage of harsh smacks that every clash resonates around the bedroom. Having enough of it as you successfully imprinted your palm onto her scrumptiously plump cheeks, you avert your attention onto her needy pussy, brushing your fingers off it just to tease her and immediately, she lets out series of muffled moans as her thighs quiver with sensitivity.

“You’re so fucking hot, Yuqi—no wonder why people eye on you like they’re about to fuck you at any given time—shit, you’re so fucking hot.”

No one can blame you for that because with the insane hourglass waist she’ve worked hard to impress you—and sure she definitely did considering how you’re always in awe whenever taking a look of that tone midriff—you can’t help but utter such compliments not just to stroke her ego, but to make her wetter because she’s about to take such force that she’ll give into submission anytime. 

You didn’t really waste some time to finger her pussy further, but instead brushed your tip against her pussy and without any warning, you plunge inside her as the both of you moaned in unison, the tightness of her walls nigh-suffocating your shaft like it’s about to immediately milk out a load from you—it’s just pure insanity how her walls grip around your raging member everytime as it just voices her satisfaction whenever you’re having sex with her—and her moaning (almost whining) in delight because of the girth of your whole length that’s not easy to take—you could tell the hint of struggle within her as you can see her hands curling as well as her ragged, muffled moans. You took some time to be accustomed to the tightness of her cunt as not so long after, you thrust in her with a moderate pace that defies peak pleasure. You weren’t getting to harsh on her, yet, because you wanted her to give such time to prepare on what’s coming next and also, you wanted well-paced fucking with a rising action and not to the anticipated climax immediately, although, you want to really give her the thrusts of a lifetime, and it’s not gonna be long until such filthiness is about to happen.

“Mmfh—mfh!”

“What are you saying, Yuqi?” You pull her hair, arching her back, as she lets out sets of profanities that makes her succumb onto the intense pleasure that has been coursing down her veins since the start you’ve laid a finger on her heated core. 

“Can d-daddy f-fuck me harder, please?”

Still engrossed onto suckling the porcelain skin of her neck and peppering her nape and shoulders with kisses, it took you seconds to respond and with a hitch of anger. “You really have the audacity to think if I can—” You gave her butt a harsh spank in response to her bewildering audacity as she let out another sultry whimper that made your cock twitch. “—fuck you harder? Well—fuck, you’re tight, Yuqi—really fucking tight—so, you need to beg for it—beg then you may have a chance.”

Muttering up the green light, she didn’t hesitate to let out her wants as you still her head harshly and reduced the pace of your thrusts, wanting her to articulate and hear the best sinful profanities coming out of her slutty mouth.

“P-please, daddy—f-fuck your gi—girl like she deserves it—l-like a bitchy s-slut who a-always wants your cock at—gahh—any g-given time—fuck, please, daddy, fuck the l-living whore o-out of me—I k-know I’m a bitch—a fucking bitch when you teach m-me a l-lesson—ahh, fuck, daddy!”

You didn’t let her finish her sentence because even halfway with her lustful speech is the uncontainable sheer of will to fuck her senseless as it helped ignite the raging flame inside you, your hips oscillating such pace that like a man could never do. You rev your engines, or should I say, your hips in a merciless pace that Yuqi inevitably lets out the most erotic, lustful moans you’ve ever heard on your whole life, orchestrating such a masterpiece that should be composed as a symphony—it’s not like you’ve probably recorded multiple symphonies full of her moans onto your brain and you wish you could record it right now but your focus is now averted towards fucking her. Now, letting go of her gray-hazelnut locks, you grab her mounds as you fondle whilst maintaining such an incredible pace, further lighting up the flame of lust Yuqi’s been into as the stimulation is becoming too much.

“You’ve wanted t-this all along, huh? S-shit, you’re a crazy girl, Yuqi.”

“I c-could never help it whenever d-daddy’s cock fill up m-my tight cunt—fuck, so f-fucking good, daddy—so good!”

Voicing her satisfaction with your wild treatment on her, you continue fucking her like an animal as now, you continued on kissing her back, peppering it with your affection as now, you also added spanks at random intervals between your thrusts and god, it’s making Yuqi insane considering how stimulating all of these are. Every clash of your bodies and jiggles of her thighs sends you into an hypnotic trance, allowing yourself to lure yourself onto fucking her with ridiculous pace. 

It makes so much of a difference with her hands idle and just curling because of the intense pleasure, but, it allows you to have more leverage and control over her, considering how she always interrupts you with her hands being all over your back, scratching it while fucking in a mating press position and more, and it’s such an incredible experiment what you’ve laid upon to.

“D-daddy—ahh…”

“Yes, Yuqi?”

Even if you can’t see her expression of plea and submissiveness, you could spark an imaginative figure of it as you reduced the pace a little, giving her a breather to propose something.

“C-can I suck on your f-fingers while y-you’re fucking me, please, d-daddy—please?”

Not wasting time for anymore foreplay, you avert your other hand onto her mouth as she sucks onto your index finger whilst building up the pace again. The stream forming around of your cock signals her utmost satisfaction and pleasure, and with the combined techniques you’re doing to further make it run like a waterfall, it’s almost inevitable for her to hold it in as it drips onto the bed sheets, staining it—you’re gonna need a new set of bed sheets after you’re done with her, that’s for sure. With a harsh grip of her hips to further piston your hips onto euphoria, you continue your earlier wild pace as every clench of her cunt does wonders to your brain, sending you into overdrive as continuous erotic and muffled moans escape Yuqi’s lips. Speaking of clenching, you could tell how close she is to achieving her own orgasm as not so long after, she pulled out of your fingers after multiple gags as she’s now calling out her near high.

“Daddy—I’m g-gonna cum s-so soon!”

Not wanting to deny anything as you can’t stop yourself either, soon, the inevitable will come for her as you gave her the green light: “Then cum for me, baby—don’t hold back.”

To further aid onto reaching her high, you gave her an onslaught of wild thrusts as she screams in delight, announcing her euphoric release. With still your cock buried deep in her pussy, she came hard as streams of her juices flowed around your girth and dripped onto the bed sheets, some on her thighs and your balls. Not really wanting to break the euphoric essence of pleasure, you’re still fucking her slowly and yet, your carnal desires kick in and fucked her like it’s your last, not giving her time to recover from her earlier strong orgasm. With such an incredible session you’ve been into, you want to end this on a better note and with that in mind, an idea comes into your mind for utmost arousal.

“Where do you want me to cum, Yuqi? Inside your tight, little cunt, filling you up to the brim? Or, all over your body where I can paint possibly every inch to show how much of a slut you are?”

Such ways of a hell of a release is such a spectacular sight, no matter what the concluding act is an arousing sight. With your proposal, Yuqi will always want your thick semen to be released inside her cunt, filling her up to the hilt but of course, you would choose the opposite, wanting to hear her beg for one more time. 

“I w-want you to c-cum in my pussy, daddy—use me and f-fill your girl up!”

“But I’d rather paint you instead of filling you up, how about that, hm, Yuqi?”

“But, please—daddy, I w-want it inside me, please…”

Being satisfied upon her pleas, you’ve thought of a brilliant idea of seeing her face while cumming, so, you pull out of her which earned an upset whine from her as you commanded her to face you as the grand finale is within your hand’s reach.

“Turn around so I can cum in you in this position.”

“Yes, daddy—o-oh! You’re s-so deep in t-this position, daddy! Please, fuck me hard and c-cum inside my slut pussy!”

Without holding anything back, you immediately plunge your length inside her as the penetration is crazy, filling her up balls-deep in every thrust. You’re fucking her like you meant it and you absolutely did, each thrust earning the most hypnotic jiggles of her thighs as her face expresses numerous emotions containing lust and delight, and soon, it’s about to break loose—the contained damn for ages about to break out, again. With your wet balls slapping repeated against her puckered hole, it just represents the wild pace you’re exerting as you didn’t announce your orgasm anymore, wanting to catch Yuqi off-guard but it’s like she couldn’t tell you’re about to go off considering your constant throbbing inside her tight walls.

You buried your shaft, filling her up to the hilt and immediately, you came, shooting another thick load of your seed deep in her as she moans and in order to silence it, you capture her lips as she immediately reciprocates, sharing such an intimate kiss between your orgasmic trance. Having enough of the battle of dominance onto each other’s mouth, you pull out your mouth of her as you did the same on your cock, meeting a sight of her now-creampied pussy as the sight is just worthy to behold—her cunt mixed with your semen and her juices and some seeping out of her hole and onto the bed sheets. With now your softening cock, you didn’t even bother to let her clean it up; but instead, you opted to pull her into a deep, passionate kiss one more time to voice your satisfaction on today’s steamy session.

“God, daddy—you came s-so much, thank you—hah…”

“Just don’t act like a bitch and you’ll be rewarded like that, Yuqi.”

“But I wasn’t—”

“Don’t even start it—you felt great too, though.”

Yuqi blushes as the compliment makes her lower her guard, not just with the fact that her ego is stroked but with the fact of genuinity laces on each of your words.

“You fucked me great too—wanna clean up?”

“Sure—just please, I don’t wanna have sex in the bathroom.”

“Hah—who knows? Maybe it could be more than that…” God, this girl will never change and it’s like she’s about to take another with her wobbly legs, you doubt she can do anything sexual for now but you won’t mind it—who damn knows, right?

#kinknuary 2024 #(g)i-dle smut #yuqi smut #(g)i-dle x male reader #yuqi x male reader

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Hii! Could you do a smut of Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon please? I don't really have any specific things I want in it other than scissoring and all of them just all over each other lol

Sorry im in a mood-🤪

To Glide

Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon

Length: 2.000 words

Tags: lesbian sex, lesbian threesome, LOT'S OF LUBE, annoyed sex, fingering, clit play, scissoring, lesbian missionary, fold in half (Yuqi), pretty and submissive (Miyeon), has had fucking enough (Minnie)

(A/N: Here is a random drop to start of the new year lol. This is what happens when you send the right ideas to me. Have fun and stay healthy!)

“This is such a not-good-idea.”

Minnie sighs and pinches her forehead. To say that she has doubts about this new ‘project’ of Yuqi would be an understatement. She hates that this obnoxiously loud girl always pushes onward with her ideas without ever thinking of the consequences. Like last week, when she threw this party at Miyeon’s house—Minnie expected a handful of people—and suddenly hundreds of people turned up and trashed the whole thing. For some reason, Miyeon didn’t even care all that much.

Guess Yuqi’s tongue kept her busy all night, Minnie thinks, an envious blush on her cheeks. That’s the curse of Yuqi, she might at times be a bad friend, but in the end, she is just irresistible. In the end, Minnie can only blame herself for not rejecting Yuqi’s plans of filling a small pool with lube—in the middle of Minnie’s own living room. 

Your house is the biggest, Yuqi argued, and with a few adorable blinks, she got what she wanted. And now Miyeon is already ready to dump in over ten bottles of lube into the small plastic construction, definitely not made to withstand whatever crazy games Yuqi will come up with. Minnie can still say no, still send them home, hell, they can have enough fun with each other in Yuqi’s—

“Aw, why not, Nicha?” Yuqi complains cutely and wraps a sly arm around Minnie’s waist. “It will be so much fun, don’t you think? I can’t see how it can go wrong.”

“It’ll be such a mess,” Minnie argues, but it’s fragile, because Yuqi’s magic goes beyond puppy eyes and that deadly voice: she is already fiddling with the buttons of Minnie’s jeans, easily able to pop them open and dig her hand onto Minnie’s sex. The thought alone arouses her. “I-I don’t want to clean up afterwards.”

“Then I will clean up, okay? Pinky promise?”

“O-okay.” Dammit, she couldn’t resist again. Minnie is just too weak for Yuqi.

“Perfect. Miyeon, pour in the lube! Let’s have some fun.”

“Okay, babe~” Miyeon shouts back and gleefully squeezes out bottle after bottle until the clear liquid has thoroughly covered the entire plastic surface. “Should we get our bikinis?”

“Nah, screw those. Bikinis are for public pools.” Yuqi starts to unzip her top and jumps out of her pants. “At home, with my girls, I don’t want to wear clothes!”

“Oh~” Miyeon coos and Minnie can see that horny glint in her eyes. “I love that! Let me get undressed too.”

Minnie looks at them for a second, their bodies being revealed piece by piece, bare and completely spotless. Yuqi is a perfectionist when it comes to her own nude body, but at the same time, she does not give a single fuck about other people’s short comings. She just loves nudity, and so Minnie isn’t the only one starring when Miyeon gracefully removes her tight crop-top and moves her hips in quick circles until her black shorts fall down. 

“I see you came prepared,” Yuqi says in excitement, because of the lack of underwear on Miyeon’s stunning frame.

“I still have the bikini in my bag, but—

“I kinda knew you wouldn’t want to see it.”

A heat is rising up inside Minnie. No anger or annoyance can keep it down anymore; the arousal is too great, irresistible, like the sight of Miyeon and Yuqi flopping into the pool. The lube flies everywhere, most importantly on their legs, their chests, their hair, their bellies, their feet—Minnie does not notice the mess being made. 

She is depraved and horny, the way she tears off her jeans and top is chaotic, unplanned. Minnie has become a mess by just looking at her friends. Luckily, Yuqi does not notice. She's too busy with Miyeon and getting her fingers all over the elder’s skin. That is until Minnie bursts in and disrupts them, putting real strain on the edges of the plastic pool.

“Hey, watch out,” both Yuqi and Miyeon laugh. “You’re about to break it.”

“I- I don’t care! You two are being too loud, I need to shut you up a bit.” Minnie’s rebuttal is weak, because Yuqi gets a hand on her hairy cunt and starts to rub all over it.

“Oh, you want to shut us up by destroying this pool? Makes sense, makes sense.” Miyeon giggles and adds. “I think our friend here is tripping a bit. Tell us, Mi~nnie~

“How do you want to make us shut up?”

Minnie has never felt this ferocious, it’s like the spirit of a savage, unchained animal has overcome her. She wraps her entire arm around Yuqi’s tiny waist and spins her around. The small woman is still laughing, but with two lube-drenched fingers straight into her tight cunt, she is now Minnie’s prisoner. A happy prisoner, who quietly moans and hums with every curl the digits in her pussy make.

“Oh my~” Miyeon gasps and intently watches on as Minnie squeezes Yuqi tightly and makes sure to never stop pumping into that wet cavern. Yuqi still thinks this is all fun and games and tries to kiss Minnie, but the Thai girl goes straight for Yuqi’s neck and marks it with a frantic bite.

“Mi-Minnie, what the—I never knew you liked—”

“How about you shut your pretty mouth up and get on all fours? 

“Now.”

Yuqi twitches around Minnie’s fingers when she hears this command. After a bit of slipping and falling she finds herself in the suggested position with Minnie’s hand cupping her labia and slowly rubbing lube across it. Yuqi arches her back, eyes closed to intensely feel every touch on her folds, then inside her pussy when Minnie decides to penetrate her once more. Miyeon gasps again.

“How about you lay down too, pretty?” Minnies suggest to Miyeon who needs a few seconds to wake up from her slumber and lay down into the slippery mess. She instinctively opens up her beautiful legs when Minnie’s hand approaches her, then the girliest of moans leaves her lips when her cunt gets filled. 

Minnie’s heart is pumping up to her head, knocking on her brain and she loses all her senses except for touch on her fingertips, which become drenched in arousal. Every thrust, it doesn’t matter if they are hard or soft, makes her greedy, as if this scenario wasn’t enough. She has everything a girl could ever want, but now she needs more. 

Minnie needs Yuqi to ruin herself—which happens sooner than she could’ve ever dreamed of. Yuqi’s ass moves on its own, her hips slam backwards and swallow every inch of Minnie’s flicking fingers and when three of them finally pierce her pussy open, she cums. Face buried in ridiculous amounts of lube, Yuqi groans and trembles and falls over, eyes rolled into the back of her head—that’s what Minnie wanted. But her greed doesn’t stop.

She looks at Miyeon, her pout, her need for release in this slippery mess right in the middle of this living room—Yuqi will have to clean it meticulously afterwards, because Minnie plants her puffy pussy right on Miyeon’s and starts to wildly rub it over her. Minnie knows that Miyeon is quite familiar with scissoring, this is definitely no first for her, but she nonetheless reacts to it like a virgin. She desperately holds onto Minnie’s hip and through a voice broken by moans begs her to go slower. 

“Should I really go slower?” Minnie teases when Miyeon starts to grab her waist and bite her lip. Her face is so eerily perfect with all the wet lube and sweat on it, the blush that isn’t faint but blunt and bright. “Don’t you want to cum with your pussy, pretty princess?”

And then Minnie just continues, her hips slam down, against those aroused folds. She also makes use of her hands, spreading lube all over Miyeon’s boobs, midriff, down to the hard nub that looks like it’s about to explode if just—

Someone would—

“Not there, not there, Mi-Minnie, I’m about to—”

Minnie plays with it, rubs the clit side to side and Miyeon bursts into a loud and wet orgasm that has the pool suddenly filled with lube and girl juice. Minnie still doesn’t stop, instead she squeezes out every last second of Miyeon’s high by squeezing her breasts and squeezing more lube over her feet, which Yuqi is already eagerly playing with, in trance at the taste of Miyeon’s soles.

“Gosh, she looks so hot,” Yuqi whispers at the sight of Miyeon, who cannot escape the overstimulation. There is just no grip on anything, it’s like the entire universe wants her to glide back to Minnie and her pervy hands. Hands that can’t stop groping her, covering her in so much lube, she feels too heavy to fight back. 

“You’re one to talke,” Minnie responds and raises an eyebrow when Yuqi dares to look back at her. “She went down fairly easily, but I know I need more with you.”

Yuqi smirks and like the angelic devil on Minnie’s shoulder leans in and hums:

“Then give me more.”

It’s hard to tell if Yuqi regrets her witty remark or if this was the actual reaction she wanted. In the blink of an eye, she finds herself below Minnie, in the deepest mix of cum, sweat and lube she has ever been in. Minnie immediately goes for her limits, grabbing her ankles and folding her in half while looking absolutely unamused.

“I know you can fold like a lawn chair,” she snarks and Yuqi gasps when her heels are almost level with her eyes. “So you better keep this up, because I won’t stop.”

“Wha-what are you trying—?”

“You’ve never had it like this, huh?”

Minnie crashes her hairy cunt right on Yuqi’s perfect slit. The slap is loud, the sting is painful at first, but Yuqi gets no time to scream because Minnie just continues. She rides her fat lips all over Yuqi’s shaven crotch, spreads her arousal to add more wetness, to glide better.

Glide she does. Yuqi has to take deep breaths that quickly turn to moans every time Minnie glides over her clit. Back and forth is great, left and right is excellent, Yuqi’s mind starts to spin in the same rhythm that Minnie’s pussy spins. That is until she goes up and back down. That’s too much to handle. Yuqi’s nails dig into Minnie’s elbows and she can see the Thai girl only through tear filled orbs.

Hottest of all: Minnie shows no reaction to this athletic feat. She just leans down, lips right on Yuqi’s, but instead of kissing her, she spouts dumb, dirty bullshit that has Yuqi in an ultimate frenzy.

“You never had a girl take you missionary. I fucking know, because I always hear them moan, not you. You think you’re such a player, Yuqi, the girl that gets all the bitches—that’s over now. Now you’re my bitch and I will fuck you like it. You will cum on this hairy pussy and then I’ll make you clean it up.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yesh, Ma’am!”

Yuqi whines, Minnie smirks.

“Good. That was easy, didn’t know you could be so submissive. I think you should get an orgasm, slut.”

As predicted, the final thrust starts of Yuqi’s climax, one that lasts for a while. While not as messy as Miyeon’s, Minnie can see how intense it was for the smaller woman below her. Yuqi is a fucked mess, messy hair, messy pussy, messy face, something that can surely be a seat in the future—nah, fuck the future. Yuqi won’t always be her bitch, might as well—

“I think you’re learning your place.” Minnie gives Yuqi some time to adjust her posture, time Minnie spends on a quick look at Miyeon, who is busy stimulating her nipples to the sight of what happened in front of her. Minnie has no clue how and if to include her; an issue for later. “Now eat me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #idol x idol smut #gidle smut #minnie smut #yuqi smut #miyeon smut

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STARLET

male reader x cho miyeon

part 1 of another name up in lights

28k words (special thanks to @passingnotions for helping make all my work possible)

“I would rather throw up,” you murmur out of the corner of your mouth, “than do another take of this scene with you.” “Okay.” Miyeon tilts her chin. The lights begin to dim over the blonde hair she has falling over an upturned brow. “Then throw up.”

It takes a few beats—while production staff scurry about the tense silence rolling through the studio—for everything to fall perfectly still.

Miyeon takes a deep breath, and whispers: “I can get you a bucket.”

“Action!” (The one where Miyeon ruins your career, and you ruin her too.)

- That first time the two of you are photographed together, it’s wholly unremarkable. The entirety of the cast is in frame, standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the banner at the presser and pretending that someone had just whispered something worthy of a belly laugh into your ears. Cho Miyeon hangs delicately off your arm, hand wrapped just above your elbow, and all of you are at your most jovial—looking like you’re simply having the most wonderful time, smiles wide and beaming. Because if that isn’t part of the act. You sell the characters, the fiction, the drama even when the cameras aren’t rolling.

The second photo is what gets people talking. 

Anyone with half a brain ought to know that if you were sincerely seeing your co-star, an untruth that the general public is apparently beyond happy to eat up, you wouldn’t be so careless to post up outside a small cafe. Certainly not at a trendy place aside one of the busiest streets in the city, but these tabloids are rabid. Like a head injury, that self-condemning desire to get clicks and hits at any cost has long clouded their ability to think, and so it gets plastered right there on the front page of every rag in the industry. Don’t get it confused, the photo looks good. It’s got allure and mischief written all over it. And that’s exactly what you’re going for.

Miyeon’s hair is up, tied into a messy bun, because she’d have hated to obfuscate the work that her floral shoulderless dress was not doing in hiding from the world the most immaculate pair of collarbones you’d ever seen. Then in her hands—between her teeth—she fiddles with the earpiece of her sunglasses, shooting you with the clearest, most flagrant fuck me now eyes that only a blind person might not pick up on (doubtful still). And you’re there, smirking back at her, for even if a photo tells a whole story, this one really only ever needed a sentence: sparks flying, the two of you really hit it off. 

It’s a point of contention later—several times actually—but regardless of how you feel, the girl can act.

Now the image that really gets the media whipped into a frenzy is a lot less polished. It’s grainy and the lighting is poor and in a change of pace, the quality of the photo would lead you to believe that it wasn’t premeditated. Which, unfortunately, is exactly how it goes down.

Even still, it's all framed perfectly, infamously, a straight-up disaster. Miyeon is immediately recognizable, unabashedly blonde and gorgeous as ever. You’ve got your mouth on hers and the problems absolutely do not end there: her back is flush against the bricks of the alley, pinned under your weight, and yes, your hands are busy. One up her skirt, the other in her shirt, she’s blushing into you, and you wouldn’t know from the photo, but she’s got her fingers working at your belt and as a collection, it’s all utterly shameless. Everything up to that point had been muted in subtext; both of you know the value of intrigue, the art of letting everyone else connect the dots—this, however, unintentionally becomes a phenomenon.

Lights the internet on fire for a minute.

The shocking part of all this, what ends up being labeled a calamity by people whose opinions actually concern you, is the photo that you assume will haunt you forever and follow you to your grave isn’t even the one where you’re making out with the starlet du jour in the harsh yellow of an exterior floodlight—in the relaxed wickedness only two AM might ever know. No, it’s this photo, the press’s favorite, given how it shows up everywhere. Miyeon’s holding the award for best actress in a lead role in one hand, knuckles tight around the podium microphone with her other. She’s radiant. She’s flustering. She’s breathtaking. She even trips up on her words in a way that’s endearing. And every fool with a blog is infatuated by all of it.

Your own thoughts on the matter aside, the most neutral and economic way to describe it is unintentionally funny. You were with her when she picked out that silver sequin evening dress, sparkling in the demand of stage lights and camera flashes. It spills from where the garment ties around her neck over the lines of her body as if it has no bias itself for any form or structure, only curving on its journey to her feet at the behest of where her breasts sloped down from her collarbones, the flare of her hips just below her waist. She’s the spitting image of perfection, a damn icon—the headlines are supposed to be about her—but there you are: tucked into the corner, in a sea of faces all justifiably mesmerized by the beauty that walked delicately onto the stage and adorably needed to adjust the microphone stand down to her height. 

As It turns out, the absolute displeasure in your scowl isn’t any less captivating. Envious. Spiteful. Arrogant. You catch some serious flak for it.

For months, it ends up being the subject of commentary online, in print, on television—your names on the tips of everyone’s tongues. All with their own theories, but no one manages to guess the truth for a long time, because no one could even begin to believe it:

You hate Miyeon, and Miyeon hates you.

-

Oh, there are plenty of clues, if you aren’t already keenly aware of it, that your career is slowly sliding into obscurity. Years ago, walking into your agent's office was an event: eyes widened and turned to you immediately. The quiet smiles, the blushing, the batting of eyelashes. The pomp and circumstance of the agency’s biggest client strolling into Soyeon’s office like you were crossing the Rubicon into the streets of Rome. It was glorious and it always meant something big was about to happen.

To be clear, you’re not saying you need the attention, but today, no one even offers to take your coat, which is a shame, because it’s been raining biblically for the past week, and there’s puddles in your shoes, squeaking obnoxiously as you parade unceremoniously through a row of desks. Even so, sounding like a dog’s chew toy, it’s sheer and utter avoidance—eyes glued to monitors and unlifted from scribbled notes as though you’re simply another courier delivering a parcel (which hey, in all honesty, someone like that might even have some of that magical potential). 

“Hold up. What do you mean they’re passing me up?” you ask, eyes narrowed and leaning forward in your seat so that the blatant abandonment of all your grace and charm doesn’t get lost in translation across the length of Soyeon’s desk. “That part had my fucking name on it.”

“It did.” Soyeon drums her pen against her keyboard. Comes close to making a face. “And now it has someone else’s name on it. Someone the studio trusts.”

“Oh, for christ’s sake, he’s twelve years older than me. The character is supposed to be thirty, not a dinosaur in a Kingsman suit.” 

“It’s the silver fox thing. He markets easily to women.”

“And I don’t?” you stammer out, and Soyeon lifts an eyebrow. “Only a date night staple for almost a decade, Soyeon. Can you honestly sit there and say I wouldn’t play it better? The man plays nothing but himself in every role. Every. Single. Role.”

“Well, it just so happens that he brings people to the theater in droves,” Soyeon snaps back before you have the chance to say anything you could possibly regret. “Look, I told you I have good news and bad news, and it sounds like you’ve figured out the bad news already.”

“Oh please don’t tell me it’s charity.” You wave your hand flippantly. “We’re not doing this.” 

Discount parts for struggling actors. If they were worth more than the paper in the scripts they were printed on, Soyeon would’ve been negotiating them this very moment. 

There’s a lot about it to unpack, your fall from grace. You aren’t bringing in commissions, directors aren’t lining up in front of the firm to shove their scripts in front of your nose, and your last few films are better remembered for the comedic value of their scathing reviews than the actual screenplay or cinematography.

One such review of your most recent work, an ill-fated screen adaptation of Blood Meridian that had ‘studio interference’ written all over it right from its woeful inception, reads: I hated this movie. Hated hated hated hated hated this movie. Hated it. Hated every simpering stupid vacant audience-insulting moment of it. Hated the implied sensibility that thought anyone would like it. Hated the subliminal insult to the audience by its belief that anyone would be entertained by it.

There are plenty more just like it, and plenty worse, but it’s never done you any good, mentally, to sift through them.

“Really. I’m serious, these parts aren’t bad.” 

Soyeon has enough confidence in her voice to sound convincing, but you’ve also never heard her come across any different. You catch yourself pausing to think about it, which is a clear tell that you’re perhaps nearing wit’s end, considering you’re not one to shy away from blurting out the first thought that forms half-coherent into your head.

“Now, they’re not what you’re looking for, admittedly, but I just think with a little luck, they could end up being a fortuitous move,” she adds.

“Go on, pitch,” you say, before sinking a little lower into your chair because even though it pains you to agree with her, she’s right.

“If you’ll dismount from your high horse for a moment,” Soyeon starts, waiting for you to finish rolling your eyes, “the Coens called again—”

“I’m not.”

“The part is interesting.”

“The part is small, it’s side-cast. Don’t sugarcoat it. I’m not taking one of their rescue-shelter-for-the-has-been supporting roles. That’s the equivalent of throwing in the towel.”

“It’s done wonders for careers in worse shape than yours, to be candid.”

“Careful,” you warn her, lifting your chin and glaring—a look you are definitely not known for—but if there’s anyone in the industry who could hold her own, deflect your best, and make you feel foolish for thinking you could cross swords and come out unscathed, it’s Jeon Soyeon.

“May I remind you that I’ve been nominated for best actor three times? That no one in their right mind predicted any of those movies to be any good? I’ve got talent. Let’s not sit around and pretend like I need to be put on life support here. I’m capable.”

Soyeon just steeples her fingers together. “I don’t need the reminder. I made that exact point in a call with a producer this morning, but it’s hard to get people to look past the fact that some of your recent choices have been—”

“If you’re going to say I told you so,” you grumble, letting out a sharp sigh, “let’s get it over with.”

She doesn’t say anything right away. Just pushes a folder across the desk and into your hands like she’s betraying national secrets to a foreign adversary. “Listen, don’t walk out in disgust. At least not right away.”

It takes only a moment. You recognize what’s going on here immediately. “Soyeon.”

“I know. I know. I know.” She waves her hand. “But hear me out, give it a chance.”

“It’s a rom-com, Soyeon.” “I’m plenty aware of what it is.” “I can see it already: smart, sophisticated, funny.” It takes a lot not to curl your lip. And then it fucking curls anyway. “I thought… I thought I had climbed out of the depths of romantic-comedy-hell, Soyeon. This is like suggesting that I get back into a relationship with an abuser.”

“I know, but this one actually is different,” she says, and you take a moment to remember you’ve always respected her honesty, paid her for it, and should’ve probably listened to it on more than one occasion. It’s the reason you’re here of all places. 

“You’d kill the part,” she adds. “You spent years killing parts just like it. There’s no shame in that. And the director’s asked for you, specifically. By name. She’s willing to double your asking price.”

So maybe your eyes widen at that, even if it’s the absolute worst way to admit defeat, that you’re just as talentless as you’ve always feared: retreating back to the comfort of the role, all that expertise in acting with—no scratch that, acting at—some barely legal starlet ready to show a little skin to get ahead. 

(That’s the nature of the game, and it’s your roots, unfortunately, but it’s safe, and if the money is there, then better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.) “Ah, yeah okay, well here’s the thing: they’ve already decided on the female lead.” You lean forward, like you’d have to listen to this next part in a whisper, because anything louder than that would make it too difficult to bear. “And?” Soyeon clicks her tongue, runs her thumb across her lips, thinking of how to soften the blow. “I mean she isn’t what you’d call an actress, exactly.” “What the hell does that mean, exactly?” “Cho Miyeon,” she starts, and you’re actually just sitting there, tasting at something in your mouth like it’ll help you make sense of it, if only for the reason that you’re not quite sure who that is. “She’s, uh, well, she’s a popstar, you see.” “Oh you’re not kidding.”

There’s a sincerity that lives somewhere in Soyeon’s lack of any expression at all, perfect poker-face armed and readied. You have to squint to really take it in. Heavens.

-

Exactly how much Soyeon actually knew about this girl, you’ll never know. She claimed first that they met through a mutual friend who does publicity work for another studio, and on a separate occasion saying that they went to school together, determinedly avoiding anything like names or corroborating details. Of course you believed her, because how were you supposed to know any different?

“Wait, you mean like actual royalty?” you ask a few days later, after Soyeon explains Miyeon’s nickname to you, because in this industry, it’s really not that ridiculous a question. 

“It’s just a running gag,” she says casually, and you both watch the waiter wordlessly grate pepper into her salad until Soyeon puts a hand up.

“So,” you continue, incredulous, “it’s supposed to be funny?”

“Look, it’s a whole thing.” Soyeon picks up her fork, but doesn’t quite end up doing anything with it. “I promise she’s only half the disaster you think she is.”

“Then do me a favor: kick my shin when I’m supposed to laugh.”

“Do yourself a favor, and try to be a little amiable.”

“You say that like I don’t know how to be charming,” you deadpan, sipping at your coffee while Soyeon’s glare stands its ground.

It’s nothing official, but Soyeon had organized a script reading. The Director is off in some foreign land scouting for the perfect beach with perfectly white sand on an island that already has enough problems, and tells you in three separate text messages to just read the fucking script. You’re groaning, rolling your eyes, and then, curled up next to the fireplace in your readers at three in the morning, it hits you—like really hits you. And you’re shocked, mostly, that there's brilliance in these pages. It’s not the kind of flick you expected, the kind that has journalists at the Atlantic, real writers with academic chops and know-how, publishing articles with titles like: Why Are Romantic Comedies So Bad?

Which, hey, isn’t that a great question. There are a couple of answers, you imagine. You haven’t read the piece of course; you’re the last person that would ever need to. But perhaps among the most fundamental obligations for the genre is that there must be some degree of obstacle, a challenge to nuptial bliss that the hero and heroine must overcome, all before the story’s happily-ever-after. And, to put it simply, such obstacles have only gotten harder and harder to come by. They used to lie in heaps and piles on the ground, ripe for the picking: parental disapproval, difference in social class, unfulfilled promises, the classic and creatively bankrupt friendship-blossoming-into-romance. Nowadays there’s quite literally nothing new under the sun.

So take that all into account, and then add in the fact that you’ve got your hands on something innovative and creative and tasteful—it’s insulting, absurd even, that you’d hamstring the movie by shooting one of the leads out of a cannon and into the hands of a novice who may or may not be able to act her way out of a paper bag. The part calls for subtlety, not the ham-handedness and dramatic stylings of a girl whose experience with the camera extends to knowing when and when not to wink.

Only here’s the thing, it’s not absurd. Like at all. Because enter Cho Miyeon.

She appears in profile first, before pulling a chair out from the table and taking a seat all with the confidence of someone who’d probably be welcome at any table, anytime, anywhere. And almost immediately, you’ve got the answer to those hundred different questions of why. Why a rookie? Why a pop idol? Why ‘princess?’ 

Well, see, on a basic level, she’s fucking breathtaking.

The devil’s in the details if you aren’t disarmed completely at a glance. Dignified, regal, royal, this girl has it all, and then some. Her hair frames her face as though it were in any need of succor, perfectly messed and ash-blonde and tumbling effortless down her shoulders. She flutters her lashes; her lips part, close again in a way that is oddly captivating; and she gets a tilt in her chin that’s worth a thousand words (most of them admittedly, jesus, fuck, and my god). It’s like she not only understands every cliche in the book—but she’s gone out of her way to make them hers. “Miyeon,” she says, voice gentle and saccharine sweet, extending her hand towards you. 

It dawns on you that there’s a certain authority that comes about from saying your own name, even when you know no one has ever needed it—contrast to the way her hand fits in yours, dainty fingers, wrist flawlessly delicate; she’s five-two, arguably five-three in her socks and you’re the one who could crush her. Even so, it’s your mouth that runs dry. You’re catching your breath, and you have to clear your throat to even return the favor.

“I’m a huge fan of your work,” she adds. 

“Oh,” you start, shifting gears, getting ready to lie straight through your teeth, “me as well.” It’s shamelessly performative. And Soyeon knows that. The wince she struggles to hold back from across the table is hard not to notice.

But then so is Miyeon, your eyes trailing down her body like a palpable touch over every curve.

Black mini skirt, pre-torn sheer tights, a pair of knee-high combat boots with a hell of a heel on them, and you’re just realizing you can see how perfectly flat her tummy is, peeking out beneath where the hem of her shirt decides to taper for the betterment of mankind. Ah, you get it, so apparently idols really do dress like that—anything and everything to tell you, keep your eyes on me now.

The feet of your chair scrape loud on the floor as you stand on your feet. “Charmed, I’m sure.”

“Alright,” Soyeon tuts as she stabs at her salad, “let’s dial it back.”

It takes two tries to meet her eyes properly, these beautifully dark and dangerous things, but Miyeon just blinks at you, quirks her lips gently into a small smile. And you smile right back, just a little, because maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all.

-

It isn’t anything like the romance Miyeon will later make it out to be. 

Even though sure, you’re both there laughing, blushing and coy—all of it enough to make the characters in the script look even-keeled, something a little more sane. “Please, it’s called chemistry,” you begin crafting excuses toward your agent when Miyeon takes a phone call on the terrace. “I have it with everyone.” And maybe that’s true. Maybe it isn’t. But be careful, there’s nothing noble about what’s going on here. 

“Sorry,” Miyeon apologizes, like she’d ever need to, pulling her chair right up next to yours. “Where were we?”

Just the part where the characters realize everything they’ve ever been looking for is right there in front of them. You spit the pen cap out of your mouth to answer: “the epiphany.”

For what it’s worth, the actual work to be done goes smoother than you expect. Sure, the initial delivery is rough around the edges and in need of a little tender love and care, but that’s far more than what you’d been prepared to give Miyeon credit for.

Not too long after, Miyeon suggests splitting a bottle of wine, something light and sparkling. It goes down easy.

Soyeon figures it’s time to fabricate some way to gracefully exit this whole thing, fingers tapping wildly at her phone, when you and Miyeon start touching each other. It’s subtle at first: she leans over your shoulder when you point something out in the script, pulls back a curtain of blonde hair right back over her ear before brushing up against you, lingers just long enough so that she can flick her eyes up to yours—doesn’t even care to look away whenever you catch her staring. And that’s just what can be seen above the table.

With a coat tucked under her armpit and her belongings all hastily gathered, Soyeon turns her face back over her shoulder one last time; she’s glaring, opening her mouth to say something but decides against it at the last moment. You get the message: don’t sleep with her.

You simply wave her off. Hide your own disappointment that she thinks you’d even need the reminder, because you would never.

“I guess I'm really looking forward to it,” Miyeon says, once the sun’s finished its daily dive into the horizon—once there’s only a mess of papers and empty wine glasses trailing in your wake. 

(The restaurant’s in the middle of whipping itself into shape before a slew of dinner reservations come through. It feels rude to camp out at a table any longer.)

Miyeon turns to you, standing with a hand on her hip like the two of you are neighbors who share a mailbox, and says, “think it could be fun.”

Oh, surely you’ve done a better job at masking a grin. Miyeon picks up on it instantly.

“I’m serious,” she adds, letting the timbre of her voice shift into this juxtaposition of suggestion and naivety that has you doing a double take, mentally. Because the lines in her picture perfect face are so very easy to latch onto—even if you’ve never seen anyone as perfectly sculpted as her, you can’t shake the feeling that all humans ought to come out looking like this—but at the same time, there’s something that lies beneath the surface, something undoubtedly complex, something that quietly chides you for having such untoward thoughts of a subject so innocent and docile.

“I’m not trying to take the air out of your sails or anything,” you say as you guide her through the door, hand pressing at the small of her back, “but these shoots can end up being a lot less enjoyable than they look.” “Of course,” Miyeon says, laughing, because here she is, the rookie, and it’s all very natural for her to appeal to some innate desire in you to come off as the authority on anything—film, stardom, the lack thereof, navigating life as a young pretty thing, the authority you’d discover in bending her over your kitchen counters—to some extent, she has you at least a little figured out. “What I mean is I’m looking forward to working with you.”

You watch her smile slant, shift quietly towards something more suggestive when you slip your coat around her shoulders—it’s a foregone conclusion, not that either of you are willing to look it straight in the face.

What you should have done is grabbed your phone and called her a car; there’s thousands of them in this city. What you should've done is driven home, alone. That’s all it should have been. Just some starlet you charmed for an evening to get your career back in order. Nothing more, nothing more. And instead of getting her for a few months plus change, you get her for life. This should’ve been extra clear when she leaned up against the passenger side door of your car, and found a new angle, something she’d only to that point allow to muse about your idle thoughts:

“And here I was, thinking you were just someone playing a part. Only ever a romantic for the camera.” 

You can’t even say it all happens so fast. 

Not when you take in consideration how you watch Miyeon delicately, slowly, purposefully grab a fistful of your shirt, balling it between her fingers, and begin to twist. This is probably where you’ll start, you think, when you explain it all in a tell-all book long past the age of your youth. Because, oh, what a pleasant surprise. She’s perfect. Flawless. A natural. You can’t keep your eyes away from her, and she’d have it no other way.

“Are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?” you ask, if only to resist the urge to pull her in.

“Well, I suppose I’ve got a few ideas,” she says, and there’s a glimmer at the surface of her eyes, dark and intelligent and flashing with something like danger, something like the worst decision you’ve made in years. And that’s saying a lot. “But I’d like to think you can show me.”

You give her a practiced smile, stretching just right, careful, careless, carefree. Trust me, that smile says. It’s a scene from a movie, one of many. It’s familiar. You’ve been here, with weapons in a caliber all of your own, and Miyeon’s cheeks start to ever-so-perfectly redden, porcelain skin come aflame. 

“You know,” you say, making your voice drawl until Miyeon shuffles her weight between her feet, “if it was up to the writers, I’d kiss you here.”

“If it was up to me,” Miyeon starts, chin up at you like a challenge, “I’d let you.”

The way Miyeon explains it later is that you duck your head and hold your lips next to hers just long enough to let your next breath make her swoon, all before interrupting her with a hungry exhale and an open mouth pressing into hers. A hard, biting kiss that sends shivers down her spine. That you angle your mouths just right so your tongues can slip together, so you might sweep this girl right off her feet and into your arms—if Miyeon has a face that has fantasy written all over it, then so do you, and she says you ought to know what it does it to people. She’ll be half right. 

Only when you lean into her and start filing away those mental notes of how perfect her tiny waist fits in your hands, you pause at the sound of a cricket chirping, a reminder of the neighborhood around you.

“Not out here,” you murmur, casting a wary eye over her shoulder. “Let me take you home.”

Miyeon sniffles, blinks a few times, and nods.

-

Really, it starts with you. A month before you begin shooting, you suffer from a little insanity of your own. Miyeon’s got the second boot only halfway off her foot, lit up in the soft darkness of your foyer, when you take hold of her. 

It’s not like you figured this was your last chance for happiness—swallowing down the gasp that comes off Miyeon’s lips like it were your only shot at tasting heaven—but that’s exactly how you kiss her. Mouth open and hot and heavy against hers. It’s hard to explain, and it doesn’t quite add up; you’ve got your Furies, your own personal pantheon, the girls you’ve most dreamed about and had running through your thoughts—who’d eventually find their way between your sheets in some manner or another, melting in your hands. But somehow, Miyeon’s different, you convince yourself. Or she does rather, starting with her tongue sliding languidly against yours before she decides to bite down on the swell of your lower lip. It hurts. 

She knows it hurts.

“Watch it,” you say, coming off kind of harsh, before you can realize what all is going on here. Before you come to the understanding that she’s untouchable, priceless, that you can’t afford to break her—and that it’s precisely what she wants out of you.

“What?” she asks, the corners of her mouth slanted up ever so slightly. “You’ve got nice lips.”

How you’ll ever be able to forget someone like her, you haven’t a single clue, because Miyeon uncovers and undresses you down right to the bare soul. Your mouths crash again, just enough subdued to keep your teeth from clicking together like you’ve never done this before—like you’re reading her, getting lost in a new paradox: the intrigue of her tongue caressing yours, the familiarity of her thumb rubbing circles into your back. There’s the Miyeon that was cracking wise and sipping wine with you an hour ago, and now there’s this.

“So, how are we doing this?” she asks, breaths wet and heavy as she fidgets with the button on your pants. “How do you want me?” “Well.” You’re sliding a hand up her stomach, across her ribs, until you hit the silky fabric beneath her shirt. “I’m not sure I know what you’re asking here.” “Don’t play dumb.” Miyeon looks you straight in the eye, and she’s close enough that you can count the flecks of gold dancing in her irises. Brows furrowed for a second, she ends up indulging you anyway: “I’m asking how you want to fuck me?”

Every turn in her voice sinks deeper, reels you in further, coaxes you into shoving her to the wall between the door and a coat rack. The way she yelps first in surprise as her back hits the hard surface, whimpering later in delight at the grip your hands make onto her hips, it gives you the sense that she’s flustered, unable to come off as anything beyond embarrassingly forward and drowning in anticipation—

“Miyeon,” you say, slowly, getting a good read on just how much she likes hearing you say her name. That it’ll kill her, you figure, when you’re fucking her with slow, deep, deliberate strokes—once she’s inches within cumming and falling apart and it’s arriving right in her ear. “What do you think?” That lands even more pointed somehow. More dangerous than you could have ever predicted, the charm and practiced charisma in your voice coming out in lethal force: “Maybe, oh let’s see… should I fuck you right here?”

Miyeon starts with her fingertips across your scalp before threading them through your hair. “Well,” she says, teasing the callback, drawing the syllable out as though running it conceptually through her head. “If that isn’t a spectacular idea, I don’t know what is.”

“Yeah,” you murmur into the delicate skin under her jaw, and after lifting off her shirt and tossing it aside, she kisses you with a consuming, needy kind of hunger one more time. Until you’re both just out of breath. “I think so too.” Miyeon dips her fingers into the waist of your pants before anything else. Function of the fact that men’s clothing is so straightforward and predictable, she’s able to shimmy them down off your hips until they hang unceremoniously around your thighs. “Um,” she says, sinking her teeth into her lip a moment, right after curling her fingers around your cock, “you’re like, really hard, you know that?”

“I was going to mention it earlier. You’re kinda my type.”

She leans into you, sighing a little into your neck. “Which is?”

“Oh, you know,” you say nonchalantly. “Pretty. Small. Ruinable. That sort of thing.”

“Right.” With a jerk of her wrist, Miyeon brings your cockhead flush against her stomach—pumps you there leisurely. “Wouldn’t want Soyeon thinking you were planning on ruining me.”

“Quick learner,” you murmur, bunching her skirt up over the rise of her hips.

“Well, we’re really not so different, you and me.”

“Hm.” She doesn’t know what she’s saying—you’re you—storied, seasoned, and only heeding right now to the wail of torn fabric. There’s a hole in her tights already, and your fingers work fast. Rip, tear, threads screeching undone. “I’m curious to hear what all gives you that impression.” 

“The way I see it, we both know what we want,” she says, unashamed, and the sound that escapes her mouth sounds a lot like a hiccup, some little hopeful noise or another, swallowing for air at the touches skating across her underwear, where it’s soaked and hot and begging. “Suppose that’s true.” “Not afraid to go for it either.” She tightens her grip around your cock, squeezing like she’s waiting for you to tell her to stop and running her thumb across your slit. “Won’t settle for anything less than you—”

“A word of advice,” you start, and the authority in your voice makes her melt just a little further in your grip. “From someone who’s not so different… A little flexibility goes a long way, sweetheart.”

“Oh.” It’s smug, the way she says it. Her eyes are heavy, hooded—honing the perfect hue of haughty as she drags her panties to the side. “I’m nothing if not a little flexible.” You bend from your knees, because Miyeon is tiny where she stands, up against drywall with her dainty arms thrown over your shoulders. And in a way, she’s right: you see the parallels, cut from the same cloth, the two strained noises or another buzzing in your throat indistinguishable when you hook your hand around her thigh, raise it, and barely slide yourself inside her, just an inch.

Miyeon’s mouth opens like she’s going to speak, and then hovers there, brows turning and knitting together—something you more than understand, because you’re on the verge of losing your mind too. She’s wet and slick with heat and so fucking inviting that you think the world might end if you don’t bury yourself into her this very second. Not that there isn’t near commensurate satisfaction in drawing out the moment, you fast discover, teasing mercilessly until you can hear Miyeon’s frustration. Her eyes shut tight, and her breath becomes ragged as you allow her another inch—almost keening when you pull back before pushing your cock into her cunt again, fucking her open slowly.

It’s only when you hear her beg please, please, please that you sink all the way in.

And she feels amazing. Tight and hot and clinging, she sleeves onto you like a glove. Immaculate enough to chip away at your positions regarding fate, the ridiculous notion that under the stars there was a girl out there for you, that you’re in orbit with some inevitable conclusion and her name is fucking Cho Miyeon. So outright sinful that you still need a beat to come to terms with it, and you make an effort to voice that: “Fucking hell, Miyeon.”

She lets out a whiny, punched out breath, tilting her chin to the ceiling and revealing the long column of her throat to you like an invitation, though you press your lips to her temple first, the taste of her skin and the sweat aside her brow like wine—sweet and woozy and intoxicating. There’s the rise and fall of her breathing against your chest, your fingers spread out across her creamy skin, and a sudden jerk from her hips, as if to bring you back to the present.

“Oh my god,” Miyeon gasps as your hips are drawn back again. 

Only this time you’ve got the soft cheek of her ass spilling through your fingers. Waning self-control. Even less reservation about pulling her right back onto your cock. And though you’re mostly silent each time you work your entire length back into her, Miyeon is anything but—all these appreciative noises coming from low in her throat.

It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed: the way she darts her tongue out to wet her lips, how her breath hitches when you move, each and every sound she makes as you fuck wildly into her cunt—slamming in, in, in, and you can hear her begin to whimper, feel her caressing the curve of your ass with her… ankle? She tugs on you, grips you, and does whatever she can to keep you deep inside her. As though you’d ever, ever stop.

“I can’t,” Miyeon starts, and it’s nearly comedic—you’d be in fits if you weren’t delicately unraveling this girl in your hands, taking her apart piece by piece, blow by blow. The poise in her voice is gone; what’s left is shattered, unrecognizable mostly. Even those dignified lines in her face start to twist and wobble, threaten to come undone. “Please, I need… oh, please make me cum. I need to cum on your cock.” “Breathe,” you tell her, feeling her slip a little against the wall, puddling further in your grip. It surprises you, the way your words come out like the crush of gravel beneath a boot, and it grips at something within Miyeon too, clues her in on how much she needs you—sucking air in through her teeth and sinking her face into your shoulder. The lines that mark where you end and Miyeon start are quickly eroding, boundary become meaningless. “I know you want to cum, but I need you to breathe for me, Miyeon.”

Her palms are damp with sweat, wrung around the back of your neck, hair sticking to her forehead and darkening in a beam of pale moonlight, not to mention what you hear: harder, faster, more—the needy requests make it sound like she’s almost sobbing. 

“I promise, I promise,” you whisper into her mouth, “I’ll do anything for you. But first, I’m going to use this tight little cunt—gonna make a mess of you.”

Your fingers dig into her soft skin, tighter, tighter; you’ll leave bruises, marks, fingerprints, all this damage she’ll trace back to you—evidence that’ll queue memories like a roll of film, bring her right back to how you have her mewling and moaning at the end of your cock, tears welling on her lashes and mascara running dark beneath her eyes.

 “Fuck,” slips out of her, nearly pouting like it’s your fault, that she’d never curse in front of anyone and here she is, teeth gritted—because, god, she’s all coiled muscle, tightened around your cock and meltdown imminent—you get your fingers under her chin and tilt her head to you.

“Gonna make you beg, Miyeon.”

“I… fuck…” Her voice gets locked up in her throat, choking back on something that turns into a wail when you adjust your angle, hit deeper, fuck harder—“I can’t,” she whispers, “I can’t,” but you keep fucking into her tight hole, nowhere close to letting up.

There’s just something so fascinating about a girl like this, a girl like Miyeon, with a gaze that inspires all this admiration and idolatry. It ought to pierce right through somebody like you and leave you for dead, bring you to your knees, but you’re nothing like she expected; you’re everything she hoped. So instead, as you watch her gasping mouth that was coyly smiling in your favor all afternoon; her small tits spilling forward when you lift up her bra; how she’s slumped back against the wall, relaxed and trusting you implicitly to carry her weight for as long as it takes; the shadowy place where your cock is drenched, glistening and disappearing between her thighs—oh, Jesus, is that a visual—it all clicks in your head: Miyeon is so, so astonishingly submissive. 

Whether it’s the fingers at her throat, or the grip hooking under her thigh, the one thing that’s clear is this: you’re using Miyeon. Fucking her within inches of irrevocably falling apart. You, the hammer; her, the nail—pounding her further into the drywall until she’s quivering and moaning and gasping into your mouth. Oh, the places you’ll pin her. You’re relentless, merciless; it’s the fact that she gets off on it that’ll stick with you. For a long time.

“Gonna make you beg for it, princess,” you amend, lips now pressing into Miyeon’s ear, and she immediately shudders apart.

It’s filthy is the thing: you’re railing the girl with deep, harsh strokes, and Miyeon’s pussy is  writhing in both protest and penury. She’s so creamed you can hear it through all the sounds of skin on skin, the percussive soundtrack of your thighs slamming up into hers. Each squelch, the wet sinful sound of it—it’s how you know your cock is making a total mess of her wrecked cunt. More and more each time it fills her and brings her that much closer to toe-curling-climax. 

Let me, she breathes against you, barely held together. The hand you have under her asscheek is doing most of the heavy lifting. “Please let me cum, please, please, please let me fucking cum all over this cock, I need to cum on this perfect cock, oh my god—”

When Miyeon finally turns up at you, she’s biting down on her bottom lip again. Her head tilts a bit, something deep and pleading in those big, brown eyes, and it almost, almost makes you feel guilty. Nearly ashamed that this delicate little thing had fallen into your lap and your knee-jerk reaction was to fuck her so hard she started to wail, cracking at the seams.

“Your cock,” she blurts out, breath jagged and uneven, “is amazing. You are—”

Like you said, almost. 

“—amazing.”

There’s nothing you can say to that, is there?

“Again… want to… again…” she demands of you, like she’s in any position to be making any. Her hands are all over you, finally undressing you, and all things considered, you don’t have the heart to tell her no. You’re hoping that never becomes a problem.

Miyeon scoops up easily enough into your arms after her orgasm had knocked the architecture right out of her legs, wobbling against the wall and almost sliding to the floor. And It all plays out again, just minutes later, after you set her on a barstool in your kitchen and slip back inside her. Sure, it’s a different setting, but you recognize it for what it is: the same story, with the same characters and the same ending, the one where you’ve got your cock fucking hard and fast into her cunt.

“Fucking, oh my god…” she rasps, just a waving white flag short of total surrender. “You’re going to make me fucking cum again. Yes, yes, yes—”

Until everything seemingly comes undone at once. And it quickly turns into stuttering cries of please and fuck and need it and all sorts of things you’ll have to promise you never heard, filth unfitting for a perfect mouth like Miyeon’s—the one now curving into that unforgettable shape while she chokes back on moans and mewls. It hits her like a brick, and her head rolls back as she groans, furrowing her brows and screwing her eyes shut.

You tell yourself it’s the fact that she’s so sweet, so docile, and all at the flick of a switch. Just moments after you’ve bottomed out in her pussy—after you’ve sent her higher and higher to where she’s reduced to nothing like the royalty everyone expects of her: needy, begging. 

It’s whiplash really, from callous and cruel to caring and soft in a matter of seconds. Your foreheads come together while you catch your breath. That’s an image all in itself. And when she laughs slightly, there are the quiet tremors, the spasms of her diaphragm clenching around you. It’s hard to tell what’s going through her head, before she covers the exhausted huffs out of your mouth with a kiss that lives in the gray area between sweet and harsh and consuming. Fuck. You’d stay here forever.

(Forever ends up being a hell of a lot shorter than you expect. Because Miyeon takes to cumming on your cock like water takes to paper.)

“Wanna ride,” she tells you, breath having caught up to her and wiping sweat from her brow—something like an inciting incident, taking the two of you all the way to the living room. 

She doesn’t outright tell you that she wants you to just hold her down and fucking use her, but she doesn’t last long on top of you either, leaning back from your lap with her hands hooked around your neck and dragging you forward, until you’re once again spilling over her, pounding her hot, sopping cunt like she needs. 

You’re cautious, usually—responsible. It isn’t like you, really. The excuse you’ll settle into later is that Miyeon’s cunt is impossibly vice-tight when you make her cum a third time. She’s in the midst of being swallowed up in the cushions of your sofa, the soles of her cute little feet pointed skyward, knees folded to her shoulders and pressed under your weight while you make sure she’s well fucked through the apex of it all.

“Good girl,” you tell her—the praise cutting straight to her final lifelines, tearing them to ribbons and leaving them for dead—and you’re shifting the angle, the depth to try and get her to scream the exact same way she did the first time. “Go ahead Miyeon—cum for me, princess. You’re going to fucking cum all over this cock again.”

And she does. Hard.

Quivering. Squirming even, she comes apart, fucked deep and hard into the springs of a chaise lounge and leaving stains on leather that won’t ever quite go away. Though it doesn’t manage to arrive with anything like an announcement, as it had before, heralded by curses and the elegant simplicity of meekly choking out the word cumming through a fit of gasps and hiccups. Her voice now is so fragmented, so utterly debauched and ruined, that she only manages to husk out a pathetic whine.

“So fucking pretty, Miyeon,” you rasp, watching the blush sear right across her nose, “so gorgeous when you cum for me. And god, this fucking pussy…”

The hands on the clock spin out, numbers running forward and back, and you’re long past the point of temperance. Each stroke in and out of Miyeon’s tight, throbbing, well-fucked cunt twists further at the knot in your stomach, the edge of your own, eager to indulge your fair share of recklessness: “Miyeon, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.”

Miyeon understands immediately. She’s whimpering, nodding, sinking her fingers into your back—it’s not even a question. “Inside me,” she repeats, several times, until you’re hilted completely in her pussy. It’s hot, sweltering, perfect, and you can’t bring yourself to care that you’re pressing a handprint into her thigh so hard that it hurts. That the sounds leaking out of your throat aren’t anything particularly becoming or that you’re fucking your cum deeper into her cunt with each waning thrust or that you’re not sure if you ever had a better fuck.

“Fuck,” you groan, slumping on top of her petite frame once you’re completely finished. So thoroughly milked and drained.

Miyeon brings her small hands up and cups your face. Just stares like you’ve got something stuck to it. Her gaze drops to your lips—and you’re left thinking for a moment that she’s going to kiss you again, though it never does arrive.

“Hey,” you say finally, panting. Both of you are heaving restless. Everytime her chest rises into you, you’re acutely aware of how her small breasts feel against you, her heart still racing as your softening cock is still warm inside her. “You’re staring.”

“Well, I was going to mention it earlier,” she starts, fluttering her lashes and pressing her lips to the crook of your neck, “but you’re kinda my type too.”

-

The least unusual thing happens.

And if you end up thinking for even a moment that Miyeon is being sincere when she suggests you exchange numbers, you haven’t been paying attention. “You know,” she says, sitting in your lap and tapping her number into your phone, “for work.”

“Ah, of course,” you answer, willing to be fooled, if only just a little, “for work.” 

- Narratively, it’s all out of order: the banal text messages, the playful back and forth, the coy innuendos, the precarious game of being interested without asking too many questions. Both of you are quite content to play your cards close to your chest as though she doesn't know how good your fingers feel in her cunt or that you’re somehow not aware of the small freckle on the seam of her pelvis, another on the inside of her left thigh. That’s just how it goes. But it’s fine, you figure. Especially when you compare it to the alternative: of taking things too fast and careening straight off a cliff. To where, historically, you've burned up in a violent supernova of messy hookups and drunk calls and regrets you’ll carry with you into the next life.

A nice change of pace, if nothing else.And it’s hardly anything unusual either, or at least until you’re standing in the grocery checkout line a few days later. Miyeon decides enough with all that about the rules of engagement. She’s going to call you:

“I was planning on swinging by in a bit to grab my watch,” she starts, and you can make out another voice, maybe a friend? A roommate? in the background of the call, getting shh’d by Miyeon before she continues, “I left it in your bathroom. I think. Maybe on the bedside table.”

“Yeah, I was going back and forth on deciding whether that was purposeful or not.” “Accidental. I swear.”

“Still a little convenient though, isn’t it?” “Nothing convenient about not having my watch.” She laughs out loud. Maybe it’s a bit of vanity on your part to make assumptions, but you’ve got her pieced together, at least a little. Everyone else already reveres and adores her—it’s the fact that you’ll level with her, that she loves a proper challenge.

“Well, I won’t be back for quite a bit. I’m running a few errands.” You smile at the lady at the register. She’s halfway into figuring out who you are.

“Why don’t you do me a favor then… bring it with you to the press event on Friday?”

“Now that’s a surprise,” you tell her. “I’d figure you’d take the chance at face value, to get yourself back over to my place either way.”

“Look, if you’re going to make me need an excuse to sleep with you… let’s put our heads together and come up with something later.”

Oh, of course. Let’s, she says, really leaning into the plurality of it, hoping it’s something you can get used to. And given the fact you figure that Cho Miyeon has never been hard pressed to be anyone’s favorite anything, she is incredibly optimistic you’ll see just how sweet of a deal that all is. You’re answering the woman behind the register first: “paper bags are fine.”

“Are you at the grocery?”

“I am.”

“Sounds fun.” she says, after a considerable pause—the length of which tells you she’d rather dip into the mundane with you than hang up. “What’d you get?” “Breakfast cereal, bananas,” you tell her, staring straight into the conversational deadend. If only you knew any writers. You clear your throat, but Miyeon beats you to it, pulling the emergency ripcord: “What would you do if I was there with you?”

“Dunno,” you start, “take you to the bathroom maybe. Go down on you until you cum.”

At this point the cashier has put it all together. She recognizes you, and is unsure whether to be shocked or disgusted or what, so she just hands you your receipt as you shoot your near-award-winning smile back at her and gather your things.

Miyeon laughs. “Has anyone ever told you you’re horrendous at phone sex?”

“I’ve never had phone sex,” you tell her, “seems like a waste of time when you could be instead, you know–”

“Okay,” she interrupts you, “first off, it’s like the first rule in the geneva convention of phone sex: you’re supposed to ask me what I’m wearing. And just for your information, I’m wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt.”

“What color?”

“Yikes. So bad at this; you’re supposed to tell me to start taking it off. It’s a gray shirt, the pants are blue. What are you wearing?”

“A pair of khakis. And a sweater.” “Great. Take them off, slowly.” “Miyeon, I’m in the middle of a parking lot.”

“Okay prude, then you tell me what to do.”

You end up listening to Miyeon from the front seat of your car for almost half the hour. There’s a wistful hum from the other end of the phone every time you tell her what to do with her hand, walk her through every area of her body you want her to touch and how. You let her know about the finger you’re tracing over your own pants and she can’t help but let a soft noise out at the thought of it.

“If you invited me over for dinner right now,” she says after she cums, slightly out of breath, “I wouldn’t say no.”

You stifle a laugh. It’s folklore at this point, but there’s wisdom in it surely, so you’ll lean into that old rite of passage and play hard to get. Love is all about the complications, all the ways it can go wrong: endless rules and customs to observe, obstacles you’re determined to put in the way.

“Oh princess,” you start, knowing exactly how it’ll land in her ear, what it’ll do to her. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

-

The press event itself is simple and straightforward. There’s only ever going to be a singular moment during a movie’s production where no one in the cast wants to murder someone else and it’s in that brief period of time before filming starts. So grab onto that by the horns and show the media what a fun time this is all going to be. Go team, go. 

It’s the same series of questions as always: how did this cast come together, what do you think of the scripts, how is this going to be a challenge for you, what are you looking forward to, etc.

You’ve been through this song and dance enough times now to keep your answers evasive and beguiling, because at the end of the day, it’s the most productive way to do anything in this industry. It’s routine. It’s practiced. But the thing you notice almost right away, is just how infatuated the press is with the girl at the end of the table, how they heel almost immediately to her every gesture, the way Miyeon answers questions all with the confidence of someone’s who’s been at it for ages, but with the doe-eyed blinking naivety of a starlet ready to bare it all. You have to consider that part of the reason the media ends up so hot on Miyeon’s trail is all that god-given wit and charisma and charm. She’ll make fun of herself and her group mates and her co-stars and the staff, and she’ll tease the press and give them shit in a way that makes you feel as though there’s this cool, gorgeous, very important girl who’s noticing you and liking you enough to give you shit. Then sometimes she’ll wink for no reason at all, or she’ll get that flip of her hair over her shoulder just right that you think to yourself: wow, that’s an idol.

It doesn't mean a whole lot to you now, though you’ll be wringing your wrists about it later, but the takeaway here is this: Miyeon is universally loved. Full stop.

Please root for me, she says, again and again. All the stuff she’s supposed to say. I’ll do my best to make everyone happy. And she looks down the table, right at you, when she says: “My co-stars are all so wonderful and I’m so lucky to have them here with me, I’ll go ahead and thank them in advance for taking such good care of me.”

-

The press release is worth nothing to anyone with only the opinions of a bunch of attractive people paid to be on television. What it needs is photos. Specifically the ones where Miyeon hangs off your arm like you two are just a little bit more than meets the eye.

Sex sells. Suggestion is priceless.

So you’re standing there, grinning, wide and open, practiced and sure, toward the army of photographers. You look good. You know you look good. You’d know you look good even if Soyeon hadn’t crossed paths with you behind the stage just a few minutes ago and said, “wow, you look hot,” and “if I was any bit straight, I’d bang you right here.” Though it definitely helped. The exact shade of charcoal on your suit jacket is engineered to make your skin glow, and your hair is coiffed just right so that it sits effortless. You didn’t grow up imagining you’d have hairdressers or a stylist or for god sakes ever be wearing tailor-fit suits that cost someone else a fortune, but that’s how this all works. A rag-tag militia dedicated to making it look both like you’d just rolled out of bed and that’s only how things were ever meant to be—it’s your whole deal, all with the comprehensive appeal of a mischievous smile. The first flash, and you can feel your whole soul dilate in response. Hey! Look over here for me. Click. Click. Click. Raise your chin—hands at your sides—hold that for me—perfect. Click. Click. Click. It’s calming in a way. All the piercing lights, the clattering of camera shutters. The feeling that never grows stale is seeped in the familiarity of it all; your roots are here. It’s home. And there’s something unique about the blur of lights, something hard to put your finger on exactly, that it feels like the perfect backdrop to just zone out in. And the fact that you can’t really hear those anxious, gnawing thoughts in your head over all the shouting, the chattering, the commotion—boy, that feels good too. Though what you can hear is all the cameras turn, in unison. Something like a premonition.

It’s not the first time you’ve seen Cho Miyeon. You know how she looks in and out of her underwear, the way her blonde hair sits on her porcelain shoulders, how she’s all curves and pointed angles in the right places; you’ve seen her up close. Hell, she’d already taken your breath away, which in some regards is completely unfair, now considering that you haven’t any more breath to give. 

She doesn’t care; she’ll leave you asphyxiated, with a smile. Perfectly. It makes it feel like every smile you’ve seen before are just failed attempts. Like this is the real deal. Click. Click. Click.

The thing that has you lost for words is that it’s hard to know where exactly to start. Not only is Miyeon drop dead gorgeous, but here she is, pretending that she’s finding all that out for the very first time, blush burning across her cheeks like she’s not used to the attention. Her hair is pinned up, delicately placed into a perfect bun, wispy blonde strands falling aside her ears. And a pair of long, dangling earrings reflect the camera flashes aimed in her direction, scattering the light in every which way. Then it’s the fucking dress: it’s skintight, champagne, which is a good color on anyone, spectacular on her. You can’t let your eyes dip down all the way through the plunging neckline or you’d be staring at her midriff and thinking just how badly you want to undo the whole thing; pull gently on the tie at the back and let it all slump to the floor; get on top of her and have her cursing. Make her hot and flustered and moaning your name until you shoot a hot load all over that fucking tummy. Jesus. Fuck.

“Hey stranger,” she says, with restrained delivery, still smiling at the wall of flashing lights as she hooks her hand under your elbow.

“You’re late.” Maybe—just maybe—if you can somehow manage to find anything to be at fault, you can keep your thoughts as innocent as her doe-eyed countenance. She tilts her head, pulls back her soft, sweeping hair over one shoulder, and when she gets her eyes on you… god, it’s a tall order.

“Do you have any idea?” she asks, starting in half sentences because there’s not a lot of time between poses. Everyone’s looking at her, looking at the combined-unit, the you-and-her, and demanding more. “Just how hard it is to slip into something like this? I swear to god, I think I’m still holding that first breath.”

“Hey,” you whisper, clasping your fingers together. “You look great.”

“Of course I do.” Her other hand is at your waist, gentle and misleading, much like the rest of her. “Just about any girl would look good next to you.”

Falling is just not the correct term, to be precise. Too clumsy. Hardly does what’s going on here any justice. This is a meticulous process wherein Miyeon delicately binds and traps your heart into love—maybe even the platonic ideal of the femme fatale, and you’ll take twenty, thirty paces into quicksand before you realize you’re trapped, waist deep, unable to move, totally and proper fucked.

“Here,” she says, tugging gently on your arm until you’re hunched over slightly, ear sitting perfectly at her lips where they begin to part, whispering: “This will drive them crazy. Just this little private conversation. They’ll be guessing what I’m telling you here, right now, for weeks.”

You laugh as you watch everyone with a camera scoot to the edge of their seats, expecting something unexpected. On the off chance they’ll get lucky and catch the shape of that murmur out your mouth: “And what exactly is it that you’re telling me here?” “I’m curious,” she starts, “how bad do you think I want you right now?”

Oh. You register your whole body shifting its weight onto the other foot. Twice, the muscles in your legs tensing when she wets her lips with her tongue. A problem, maybe. Your eyes dart about because you’re in front of all these witnesses, and the instinctual urge from somewhere deep and unruly in your head amounts to something like a death wish: to get your hands on her in public, to throw caution to the wind and let her have access to you under all this scrutiny. It’s automatic; you’re leaning back on old habits; humor’s never failed a face like yours. “What, like on a scale of one to ten?”

She leans back, takes both your hands in hers and just grins. “I heard there’s sort of an afterparty later. You going?”

You swallow, collect yourself. “I am.”

“Yeah?” Miyeon’s lip pulls up at the corner, smirk cocked, ready to fire, and her eyes are sparkling, literally; every flash of a camera fills her dark irises with a sharp glister of gold. It’s actually kind of mesmerizing. “Me too.”

“Maybe I'll see you there,” you tell her, leading her to the stage exit.

“Hm, maybe,” she says, and she rubs a few circles into the back of your knuckles. “Though it’d be a sure thing if we go together, wouldn’t it?”

-

Truth be told, you never make it to the afterparty. You get sidetracked. You get distracted.

“Feels so good, oh my god.” Miyeon’s jaw clenches, teeth together so tight you can feel her body tense up. “So deep, so good, so, fuck—”

What Miyeon is ultimately trying to do in the backseat of your car is ride you hard and fast to the point where she’s mixing up her words, gasping for air, and blathering filth and obscenity from her pretty lips. Until her legs lock up and her eyes shut tight before cumming all over your waist. So yeah, the charcoal slacks end up being a little fortuitous.

She bucks into you hard, holding her weight with two hands on your chest, though she can’t bounce up and down on your cock like she’d much prefer. The way her clit rubs against you as she ruts into your hips like a wild animal feels awesome, even better for her, you reckon, but that’s no substitute for the heavensent sensation she gets running down her spine when you fill her starved cunt repeatedly with long, deep strokes. It’s cramped and awkward and your knees and elbows knock and scrape and she’s taking that frustration out on you. As best she can without hitting her head on the ceiling of the car.

You can certainly appreciate the irony of it. Because you’ve got the poster girl for a disney princess in a state of half-dress (half-undress? under duress? it’s not entirely clear), the champagne hem of that dignified gown bunched up around her hips, furling in supplication, and she’s fucking you in pretty much the least elegant fashion possible.

“God dammit,” she spits out before sinking her teeth into her lower lip, as you offer to help her grind on top of you with two handprints sunk firm into the round of her tight little ass.

It’s clumsy and uncouth, though still, riding you amounts to a religious experience for Miyeon, given the way her cunt is quivering, torrentially wet, and so, so, so hot. Clenching on you in something like worship, in adoration. She should probably be more embarrassed about some of the noises she’s making. They’re high-pitched, whining, desperate even. You can’t quite hear what she’s saying—not over the hollow echo of your sex through the small cabin of the car—but there are only so many iterations of, oh my god, please, fuck, faster, harder, need it, right there, faster, I, ah, ohmygod.

“Baby,” you whisper, wrapping an arm around Miyeon's waist and sinking you both further into the seat. “Fuck, I cannot believe this pussy; you’re so tight, fuck—”

She’s still smiling, though it’s absolutely devilish. Maybe that’s the praise she lives for. Everyone’s already telling her she’s gorgeous, that she’s talented, that she's beautiful inside and out, but she just simply can’t get enough of it: how you’ll slap her ass so hard she yelps and growl against her throat, cum in her cunt and tell her she’s perfect.“Want your cum, baby,” she murmurs, cheeks aflame, lips again parting open, “I want to watch you cum in me.”

“Miyeon,” you groan, “such a good fucking girl for me,” and she just nods, like a fantasy come to life.

She lifts herself up again. Comes crashing down. Good fucking god. Every little roll of her hips is a touch more agonizing than the last; she feels so fucking incredible around you that it all betokens danger. You’re buried so deep inside her that if let go of the breath you’re holding you would drown in the heat of her cunt, the velvety touch of her skin, the fact that she smells fucking amazing—all worked up and starting to sweat.

“Can you?” she asks, propping up the tall heel of her shoe onto the seat and trying to ride up and down your shaft just a bit faster, a little harder. You pull at her dress again, twisting it in your hand until you can see where your cock disappears between the creases of her thighs and into the warm embrace of her cunt. She’s fucking you reckless and sucking sharp gasps of air past her teeth, asking, “do you think you can cum like this?”

“You want me to finish in your pussy that bad, Miyeon?” you ask, shifting slightly in the space beneath her. “Want it so much, want to feel it,” she starts to pant, words disappearing in wet exhalation every time her thighs come spilling onto yours. “Want to feel your cock throb in my pussy, want to feel you fill me up.”

Even accounting for the fact that she’s so small on top of you and even easier to manipulate with nothing more than the firm grasp you have on her waist, it’s a whole ordeal to maneuver about the cramped backseat. Especially considering Miyeon would rather die than feel your cock leave her cunt. She lets out a needy whine, like you’ve done her some sort of injustice, when you find a hand under her shoulder and start to move. “Please…” she groans, grabbing desperately at the collar of your shirt. Searching hard for the unrealized potential of the tie around your neck.

You twist and turn, slide and shimmy until you’ve got Miyeon’s arms pinned behind her back, wrists trapped in your fingers and her svelte frame arching into you. It’s a little precarious, and it takes a few tries to find any sort of rhythm—holding her in place and gliding up into where she’s soaked and aching—but the moment you start slipping your cock up into her cunt, it dawns on you: you can absolutely cum like this. She’s so mind-numbingly tight, so hot, so easy to use; it’s not a challenge. Not in the slightest.

“Oh my god.” She cuts off those incredible noises, breath hitching in her throat. She doesn’t have an inkling of how to react; there’s no way around it. Not when you’re fucking her—truly fucking her—within an inch of her life and pulling her small body down onto your cock harder, faster, faster. Again, again.

Miyeon’s hair is the first thing begging to be ruined. Delicately fixed and pristinely manicured. Gentle waves tumbling over her shoulder as you trace your fingers up the curve of her spine, knead at the back of her neck, and thread into a handful of those ash-blonde locks. 

“Fuck.” Her whole body melts into you, and her voice is seeped in lust and need and want: “right there, right there, right there—”

Your fingers tighten in her hair, grip, pull. 

“Feel good?” you whisper into her neck, all this soft pale skin begging for a press of your lips.

“It feels—I, fuck.” Miyeon just stutters, eyes watering and chest heaving through all these incoherent breaths as you drive her to silence. Fuck her to submission.

“Princess,” you start, bringing your other hand up to her cheek. It’s the small details that truly send her: the thumb wiping away at the small tears on her long lashes, how you tuck a few misplaced wisps of golden hair behind her ear, dominance soft and doting—it’s not just the fact that you’ll pull her apart; it’s that you’re the one putting her back together. That’ll never be a secret she keeps from you, you figure, because she’s reduced to a whimpering, shuddering mess when you take her lips softly in yours. A chaste, gentle, unscripted kiss. Unbecoming of the reality that has you currently fucking raw and senseless into her creaming cunt.

“Tell me what you want, Miyeon.”

Sure, you’ve got in your hands the script of sin and innocence, and you’ll settle into an assigned part, a role to play. Though to be truthful, you just simply can’t help yourself. She’s delightful. The whispers out your mouth sink once more against her skin, sweaty and red and hot to the touch. She whines like your words cut right to the bone, lethal. Your hips come up, hilting deep in her cunt, and it’s enough to shake an earring loose and into the depths between the seats; you’ll spend a literal lifetime looking for it later. Her breath hitches, regressing to huffs and sharp draws of air when you drag your cock just along the right spot, apparently.

“Please, please, please,” she begs finally, sputtering with the waning energy of air escaping a balloon.

“I want to know what you need from me,” you tell her, letting your voice come out in such tantalizing fashion that it’s the kind of thing that could coerce the truth out of anyone.

“You,” she rasps, “all of you.”

How quick she turns to putty, muscles softening and tensing all at once. And you’re generously allowing her to take more, capitulating to her pleas of right there and harder please, pushing in as deep as you’ll go. You soothe her when she shudders and quakes—just a broad hand at her back—helping her adjust to you.

“Shit, Miyeon, you look perfect like this,” you mutter, watching the small tears that come from the corners of her hooded eyes. “Can’t get over how gorgeous you look taking me.”

Those small hums and moans leaving through closed lips are all she can muster. She clutches ahold of you even tighter, feeling the sharp bloom of everything trickle closer and closer like a dam about to break.

“Is that what you like to hear, princess?” you ask, fucking her right through her own orgasm and realizing it’s hopeless; you’re going to fall in love again and again with that pink stain in her cheeks. “Do you want to be my cumslut? Let me use your pussy whenever I want. You’re so tight and wet for me, Miyeon. You want my cock all the time, don’t you?” 

Some of it—maybe all of it—hits hard. She starts to shake. You’re fucking her cunt, steady and resolute, even as she fucking collapses, and her lips part like she’s going to wail, though never makes a sound.

“Words,” you order, breathless. “Oh…” It’s slow at first, that steady stream of fuck and please spilling out of her—curses flowing as easily as the air she breathes. You’ve got her at your complete control, a seeming extension of your will, and she presses her forehead to yours, gasping, “want to feel you fucking cum in me. Please do it, do it, I need to feel you, I want your fucking cum in me so bad. Please, please, please fucking make me yours. Do it, need you to use this little pussy and cum.”

You’re deep inside Miyeon, clutching hard around her waist and pulling down on it as you vault over the proverbial edge. Breathing heavy into her chest as you fuck all this hot cum into her cunt. She keeps rolling her hips, slowly, as if by instinct, to ride everything out of you, until you’re yanked back to the here and now.

“Oh my god,” she coos. Because it’d be impossible to not notice, leaking out of her and onto her thighs. 

“Miyeon.” The next sound that comes out of you is near indescribable: gravelly and plucked from deep in your throat. 

“So, so much for me,” she adds with a hint of exultation, running her fingers through your hair. 

Some part of you expected her to perhaps be more resilient, put up some semblence of a fight, but this is Miyeon, you realize—the roughness in your voice, the gentle touch of your fingers, the severity of an open palm, your lips at her throat—she loves it. Her hands are soon again cupping at your face, tongue reaching into your mouth. And she shudders at the way your cock slides out of her pussy.

“Messy,” you murmur into her kiss, quietly, and you hear her swallow when you skate your finger over her hips and down her stomach, tracing gently at the place you were pressed together, thoroughly covered in your cum, her slick.

“Uh.” Miyeon makes a face. Wrinkles her nose. “Gross.”

“Oh please,” you say as she cuddles up to you as far as the backseat of your car will allow. “You know you love it.”

-

Here’s the thing you fail to realize about a girl like her, a girl like Miyeon:

She’s more than just the physical, than the sum of her parts. She’s a feeling.

Oh, there’s plenty about the ways you touch her, the way her hand fits into yours, her hair running silky smooth between your fingers—how you can leave bruises on her thighs and marks on her neck, or reduce her to a whimpering mess with nothing but a firm grip. She laughs and it’s something that moves you to your core. She’s easy to admire from afar. And even easier up close, where you can appreciate the mastery in those brushstrokes.

But pay attention to how your blood drains from your cheeks, how the world stutters on its axis when you look at her. Because you can’t help but feel like you’re living life the way it’s portrayed in fiction when you do. Like you’re slipping into a world where no matter how insurmountable the odds, the good guy always wins.

-

“It’s all bullshit, that’s what it is,” someone is telling you with an almost unsettling confidence, even though their voice is shaky and ever-so-slurred with drink.

You’re sitting there, slightly listless, on one of the stools at a four-top, busy zoning out at the neon smirnoff sign behind the bartender like it might move if you look away for even a second. Your fingers are tapping on the table, and the fact that you can’t taste the kick in your heavily doctored gin and tonic means you’re already drunk. Probably. You’ll have to thank Miyeon later.

“Hey,” the someone starts again, “are you even listening to me?” It’s a little deep, raspy, but it sounds like it belongs to a girl.

No, you think.

“Sorry,” you say after blinking a few times and pulling yourself away from the sign. The girl sitting next to you frowns. “Have we met?”

“Yuqi,” Miyeon says, handing her a beer and setting her own drink down on the table. It’s pink and full of ice and in a ridiculous looking piece of glassware.

It goes without saying that you couldn’t show up to the main event—late, attached at the hip, and with Miyeon’s hair all disheveled and half-repaired like you two were fucking in secrecy—so Miyeon pitches the idea to you while you’re in the middle of wiping cum off your pants with napkins from the glove compartment: If you’re interested, there’s a bar nearby. My friends are there, it’s quiet but it’s nothing too pretentious.

“And you met Sana earlier,” Miyeon adds, lifting her chin in the direction toward the girl buried in her phone, tapping away furiously at a series of text messages—the way she hasn’t looked up in minutes and how her drink is nearly untouched implies some sort of drama. 

It’s kinda weird—you’re realizing you might have a type: they’re all some sort of blonde. Shockingly easy to look at too. With bodies that could fill a nighttime of fantasy, and supposedly somehow they’re best friends? Look, you’ve never seen two pretty best friends; it grinds against cosmic law, ain’t one of them supposed to be not so pretty? (Though maybe the rules are different when you land on odd numbers? If it isn’t all a little perplexing.)

“Know each other from work,” Miyeon explains, holding her hair back from her face and barely touching her lips to the rim of her glass.

“Uh.” Yuqi pops the top of the bottle off against the side of the table. “And we live together.” “Roommates?” you ask, carefully trying to keep your tone from sounding judgemental, and Miyeon gives you a solemn nod. There’ll be time to pry later.

“Look,” Sana says, only after finally putting her phone face down in front of her. There’s a story there. Maybe you’ll hear the end of it. “I’m not saying I’m proud of this attitude, okay, but that’s the truth: I make judgments based on what drink people order.” 

She fixes her eyes on you, and god, she’s gorgeous. It’s a different kind of beauty, a lot less subtle, way more in your face, and she knows she can get away with it. (Though it’s the patented hundred-megawatt smile of hers that’ll stick with you.)

“Like if you were drinking a cosmo or whatever the hell it is Miyeon’s got—”

“What?” Yuqi scoffs, and her eyebrow turns when she sees Miyeon wrap her arm around yours. “And just like that he’s not sexy or sophisticated, smart or virile? Is that it?” “I suppose…” Sana twists her lip between her teeth. “Maybe it’s context?”

“No, that makes sense,” you say, and you dab at a ring of condensation on the table with a bar napkin. “Like I wouldn’t hesitate to take a cosmo if I was stranded in an airport in February and the planes are getting de-iced and the pilots are deciding whether to take off or go home.”

“I’d order a double,” Miyeon says, and you swear she’s closer to you each time you check.

“So then tell us, what’s the quintessential manly drink then?” Yuqi asks, skeptical, and a little disappointed to even be entertaining the question. “If pink cosmos are on one end of the spectrum…” “Dunno.” Sana crosses her legs, and rubs at her chin. “I suppose anything that comes in one of those squat, burly glasses.”

“The kind that real men hurl across the bar at another man’s head,” you deadpan.

“Oh my god.” Sana springs forward in her seat, and her gaze pins you to where you’re sitting. “You get it. Do I know you from somewhere? I swear you’ve got a face that’s familiar.” “Maybe I just got one of those faces,” you tell her, and Miyeon squeezes her fingers gently around your knee. 

“Maybe.” Sana tilts her head, letting out a mostly unentertained chuckle, dry and humorless. You can see the gears slowly churning in her head.

Yuqi’s got her bottle turned up nearly perpendicular to the ceiling, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand—it’s all oddly charming—and she just lets out a wistful sigh. “Someone should make a movie, an old western maybe, where someone flings an oversized martini glass. You could start a movement.”

You’re not really thinking about anything in particular when the conversation ebbs and flows, except that you’re content; buzzed with the bitters in your drink; and the ephemeral touches of the hand in your lap, gentle, curious, teasing. There’s something laid back about being in Miyeon’s company that draws you in, something effortless, like the world seems less maliciously unfriendly, even if she ends up managing to embarrass you in a game of billiards. She finds the table at the end of the bar and readies a flip comment while rubbing chalk into the end of a pool cue. You watch as it leaves white streaks all over her chic dress, and you’re kind of enamored by the fact she doesn’t seem to care. “You’re sure you’ve played before?” she ribs, pulling a hairpin from her clutch, and clipping it to the hair at one temple to keep it from interfering with her game.

“Aren’t you a wealth of talents,” you say, in admiration.

“Do you mean, appearances can be deceiving?” she asks while sizing up a shot, grins—a smile that suggests mischief, which is normal, except that this one invites you to be part of it. “I think you might be putting words in my mouth.” 

“Oh,” she says, and with her lovely, slender, fingers pressing onto the green baize, she sockets three shots in a row. Misses on the fourth. “So now you don’t like me putting things in your mouth, is that it?”

“Hm,” you say, ignoring the obvious bait and lining up a shot. “This is going to be a weird question.”

Miyeon drops her arm and tilts her head quizzically. 

“What do you think of the script?” 

“The one that has us heartbroken and lost and wandering until we rediscover love is right where we left it?” 

“That’s the one.”

Miyeon covers her mouth to laugh when you take your shot and it misses in such grand fashion that you can’t help but hang your head. “It’s the dress shirt,” she says to comfort you.

“I’ll take what pity I can get.”

You’re watching Miyeon in action—hair carefully swept back, earrings sparkling, and heels set firmly on the floor—all together rather enchanting. She makes several more shots, aimed with perfect precision and seriousness, before finally answering you: “dunno, seems a little psychotic.”

“I mean that’s the thing about romance,” you begin, “there’d be no story if the writers weren’t at least a little psychotic.”

“Oh by the way.” Yuqi’s voice booms at that moment, with all the subtlety of a bulldozer: “I’ve gotta take Sana home. She’s late to getting plowed by her new manager. I’ll catch you later.”

“That isn’t—” Sana huffs, pinches at the bridge of her nose, and stops herself short, before reapproaching it in a more bracing way. “I’m telling you he gets all worked up whenever I’m out drinking this late.” 

“Worked up, huh?” Yuqi grins at a parody of a smile, and turns to you, laughing. “That’s how she likes him.”

“Yuqi,” Sana groans.

Miyeon rests her cue up on the table and crosses her arms, smirking in your direction. “Life imitates art, right?

-

“You’ve got a girl here, don’t you?” Minnie asks, at nine in the morning and standing in your living room. It reminds you of the fact that you have a meeting on your calendar on today’s date between you and your agency’s lawyer at nine in the morning.

She's not some expert sleuth. At least, not as far as you're aware. It could be one of any number of things that tips her off: Miyeon’s heels are in your foyer, her champagne dress folded neatly over the back of your couch, or maybe it’s the pair of underwear that landed perfectly on the corner of your television. What it is not, however, is the reddening outline of Miyeon’s lips on your Adam's apple; you’re doing a pretty good job of coyly covering that up with your palm.

“I mean yeah, I suppose you could say that.”

“I don’t know if you could’ve answered that more ominously.” Minnie laughs, shuffling past where you stand in the door frame and setting her bag down on your kitchen island, surveying the mess in your apartment. She stands before you, wearing all black and looking down her nose at you.

(She’d pretty much cornered the market on wearing all black and looking down her nose at you, and you always take a moment to marvel that anyone could live on the earth only twenty-some odd years and manage to wear all black and look down their nose at you with such timeless self-assurance.)

“If you need her to sign an NDA, I’ll have to swing back by the office to pick up the proper paperwork.” “I don’t need her to sign an NDA,” you say, turning on water from the faucet and filling a kettle. The hand you have running through your hair helps you remember that you are still very poorly put together: a mess of bedhead, t-shirt, underwear, and only a singular sock to your name. Not that it matters, you suppose. Minnie’s seen you worse.

“Wow. Things must be getting serious, huh.” Minnie drums her fingers on the counter. “Well whatever it is, I’ve got stuff for you to sign.”

“I thought we walked through all the contract boilerplate already.” “We did.” “And?” “Contracts change.” The pen she has in her fingers, scanning over a stack of papers, is poised. Her slow nod studious, blandly puzzled. “That’s why you need me.”

“Now if that isn’t an unfortunate truth,” you say, and Minnie raises an eyebrow. “Good change or bad change?”

“Depends. Have you met Cho Miyeon, the other lead? She’s cute, blonde.” Minnie hovers her hand an inch in front of her nose. “About yea high.” 

“A few times,” you answer, sorta truthfully.

Minnie tilts her head, and licks her thumb to flip through the first couple pages in the stack. “Well, the producers want you two to be seen. Together. Somewhere high profile and suggestive.”

“Okay.” You’re pouring hot water from the kettle over coffee grounds and a filter when you realize you have no idea what that’s about. You voice as much: “I have no idea what that means.”

“Well, here’s the general thought: they figure they can get some free marketing, brush up a little media buzz, get people talking about this movie if some paps snap some pictures of you two where it looks like you’re—”

“Where it looks like we’re dating. Okay, sure, wonderful.”

“Your words, not mine—or the producers, legally.” You fall silent, thinking: there’s no such thing as fairytales, it was bound to happen, a trip up, a snag, a snare. You know, in essence, it’s trouble.

“Um.” Your shoulders drop. “The producers want a scandal, Minnie.” “Again, I’m not legally allowed to call it that.” She shakes her head, before putting something down on a lined memo pad with great industry. “And if that’s your assessment, you came to it all on your own with no help from me.”

But yes, she mouths to you silently. You got it, aren’t you clever, now play along.

“Does this not feel like shaking a hornet’s nest?” you ask her. “Surely there’s a better way to go about receiving death threats; she’s a damn idol.”

“She certainly is,” Minnie says, passing you the pen and giving you her practiced professional-but-still-definitely-sardonic-smile that always manages to emote, please don’t be difficult. If she’s hoping it inspires confidence, it does not. “Sign the new contract.”

You’ve got plenty of reasons to have reservations, but here’s a fun fact not a lot of people know: there’s a part of you perfectly content shutting up and doing what you’re told. Maybe it’s something about pretty girls with dark eyes, long legs and a curl in their lip that upstages anything like subtlety—an Achilles heel of sorts. Except instead of your mother forgetting to bathe your feet in the river styx, you’ve just got some mother issues in general.

“There,” Minnie says, watching you initial on the dotted line. “Was that so hard? Someday, you’ll look back and think, yeah, that’s where it all goes to shit.

-

Three weeks into filming, you make good on your promise.

It would have been neater, perhaps, if all the sneaking around and impropriety caught up with you and used this moment as a catalyst: if, filled with embarrassment, you owned up to everything that was going on between you. Might’ve saved you some hurt.

You watch Miyeon’s hand shoot up to her mouth only to find whimpers leaking out from beneath her palm.

What if all those cameras had instead gotten pictures of you and Miyeon here, in the restroom of a cafe that Miyeon swore up and down would be crawling with paparazzi—where Miyeon had dragged you by the wrist halfway through a bottle of dry chardonnay, locked the door behind her, and flicked the skirt of a her floral dress up over her hips. Imagine the way it would look: you on your knees, face buried between Miyeon’s legs— 

“I swear… your fucking mouth,” Miyeon murmurs, fingers running through your hair. 

—all you know is that it would have been a different kind of disaster.

“Oh,” she moans, and you swallow heavily at the sight of her above you, following the movement in her face: every wince, every flinch, pleasure absolute and wringing her dry. She’s pretty as always, eyes dark and twinkling under the cool fluorescent lights. It’s that damn blush again, and you’re convinced eating Miyeon out feels like the most normal thing in the universe, like you’ve done it a million times before, and you’ll do it a million times more. Just listen to how Miyeon’s breath stutters when you lap softly at the heat between her lips, lifting her hood and swirling her clit once, twice, before bringing the narrow point of your tongue back to the shallow depth of her aching entrance. She shudders at all how you tease her, slick pooling in your mouth, down your chin; a pinched off moan filling the bathroom when you add another finger inside her. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” she says, gasping out on top of an embarrassed little sigh each time time she bucks against the touch of your hand. You spread her lips, get your tongue flatter, deeper, and she drops her shoulders, laughing in that high-pitched skittery way she does when she’s struggling not to cum all over you with her eyes clenched shut.

It’s a sight to behold: Miyeon twisting her brows and biting into her lower lip—chewing off all the lip-gloss you know she just put on because you watched her make a show of it at the table like it was the most delicate thing in the world. She looks soft, docile even, and hums out a wistful note when you squeeze your hand into her thigh. Swallows back a moan when you reach up and knead at her chest. Yeah, she is soft. Tender and malleable and perfect. How easily you keep her pinned in place with just a flex of your wrist.

“Now would you look at that, princess,” slips out of you, totally carefree, lifting your lips from her pussy and wiping the wet from your chin. She sways slightly, and you’re leaning into her space, voice nearly coming out breathy and flooded as hers, asking, “You’re so wet, Miyeon. How do you want me to make you cum? On my fingers?”

Miyeon just sighs, lust and need glittering in her eyes. If there’s anything you’ve picked up from all of this so far, from all the raunchy sex, every manner in which she’s puddled in your grip, all the times she’s begged for you to hold her down and rail her—more than anything else, Miyeon loves, loves, loves to be teased. 

But it’s the way her smile stretches, just perfectly, or even just one glance from those doleful eyes—fuck, goddamnit, one day I am really going to fucking die written into the shy curve of her lips—you’re never quite that cruel. Her panties are dropped to the floor and hanging around her ankle, soaked, ruined, but that doesn’t mean she needs to be too; you bring your lips back to her pussy. Fingertips curling up against that spot that drives her up the wall and your tongue running laps around her swollen clit.

“Oh, like that,” Miyeon whines, barely able to make any noises louder than a whimper, “just like that, please, yes, like that—”

And then you catch the aching swell of her clit between your lips. Slowly, start to suck.

“God,” she breathes out, still writhing from the fingers you have inside her, your thumb rubbing against wet, slippery skin, right how you’ve learned she likes it. And she gasps, head rolled back, brows furrowed up: “Oh, yes, oh God, you — you’re perfect. It’s — ”

That really never gets old.

Everything stills for a moment. Everything besides your fingers fucking her quietly while her orgasm quakes through her. She’s catching her breath, staring at you—skin dewy with sweat and chest heaving. Her warmth wraps around you, surrounds you, and you’d be content to stay like this forever, pressing kisses into her stomach and never, ever letting go.

That is until she looks at you, lashes fluttering, as if she’s trying to gauge your emotions. Until she speaks. “I want it,” she gasps, breath steadying, “I want your cock.”

She knows you, right down to the basics: you can never deny her anything.

-

(You’re being cautious—covering your tracks, you convince yourself—but then there’s all this evidence to the contrary, no shortage of close calls, times where you’re so nearly caught: Miyeon’s lithe, tight body grinding desperately against yours in a costume closet or her dressing room or in the backseat of your car; the way she keens when you slip your fingers inside her, how she wails in delight when you really fuck her in earnest; you cutting off those unabashed moans with your mouth or your hand or even just two fingers shoved between her lips so she might have something to bite down on.

It’s this whole thing, the sneaking around, the indiscretion—Miyeon loves it. And the danger of it all become something like a siren’s call, you are just as attracted to the idea too, that you’re masking who you are in the dark, just past drawn curtains and under fitted sheets.

“Wow, I never noticed, but you guys are, like, weirdly close,” Soyeon says once, sometime near the beginning, and perhaps when you’d begun to stare a little too obviously as Miyeon was tying her hair back. It has you both laughing off the observation as something trivial, like Soyeon was the odd one out for noticing anything at all. But fast forward a few hours, and you’re sprawled out on a set of hotel linens, having a laugh again all while Miyeon fucks herself on your hard cock, delighted at how easy it is to conceal everything in plain sight.)

-

“Um,” Yuqi says, walking into the living room of Miyeon’s apartment with her laptop precariously perched on her forearm.

You’re out there on a Wednesday, hanging out, kissing Miyeon every now and again, but talking mostly. The rationalization is that you’re practicing and memorizing lines, ironing out kinks that aren’t really there. Which is all how you know things are getting out of control, if not among the other hints: Miyeon’s added a spare toothbrush in the cup on your bathroom vanity, a pile of women’s laundry atop your washing machine that never grows any smaller, beauty products under the sink, and there’s all those damn bobby pins that show up in every corner of your apartment. “It’s just casual”, you overhear her say once, on the phone with Sana, and you do your best to never, ever think about it.

“You idiots, you’re trending.” Yuqi sits down on the sofa next to you, not at all disconcerted that you’ve got your hand in the ends of Miyeon’s hair or that she’s practically sitting in your lap. You learn pretty quick that Yuqi feels like she belongs anywhere. In some ways, that’s her charm. “And?” Miyeon asks, dismissive.

“Are you both insane?” Yuqi turns her laptop around so you can read her feed.

There’s a series of pictures on the screen attached to a headline that starts with breaking in bold capital letters, like its only true purpose is to fuck up the internet. Your eyes start on Miyeon first, the tilt of her chin, her fingers floating across her collarbones, smile radiant—looking at you the way she always does when she’s mentally undressing you. Fortunately, she’s still perfectly made up, hair tied up above her shoulders and the mascara under her eyes not quite yet running; this photo is before you made a mess of all that, gotten her moaning your name in the restroom. You’ve got your hand at the back of your neck, and you’re laughing. The glint in your eye screams complicity. 

Miyeon says emptily, “you’re overreacting.” 

Yuqi’s frown deepens fractionally, but you’re putting the pieces together. It’s pretty unhinged.

 “Christ,” you start, “get a look at some of these retweets: I’m just thinking of what those kids would look like, the genetic payout; fuuuuuuck I need to see that sextape.” You laugh. “Look, this one just says: sex.”

Miyeon leans forward in your lap, cheek nearly pressed against yours. “Here’s one: how much do you wanna bet Miyeon tops when they—”

Yuqi bursts out laughing, clearly almost snorts, and you both raise an eyebrow at her. “What? This girl here isn’t topping anyone.”

“Shut it.” Miyeon rubs her hand at her chin, turns her eyes up at you, and without an ounce of irony continues, “How much do you wanna bet? That these are your fans.”

Yeah, probably not, you think. “I’m sorry. Do you have any idea how my demographic skews? Not like your fans who are…” Miyeon’s face lights up. “Are delightful?” “Have a sock at home with Miyeon’s name on it?” Yuqi chimes in, grinning. “I mean if somebody wants to make a puppet of me,” Miyeon says, practically huffing out the words, “that’s not really any of your concern.”

Yuqi makes a face. You watch as she slowly twirls one of those long waves of pink hair around her finger (strawberry blonde, Miyeon called it, and you don’t know shit all about that, but it does sound pretty, so that fits, you guess). It goes all the way down to her waist, and you’ve noticed, possibly for a second or third time, that she looks killer in a pair of high cut jeans—what all with the long legs and an ass that more than plenty fills them out, she could be peddling denim on a Levi’s catalog.

“What should be your concern,” Yuqi says, “is that the internet thinks you’re getting railed on the regular.” It’s quick—blink and you’d have missed it—her eyes lingering for a moment on your expression before she lifts her chin and laughs, dryly, almost nervously to fill the silence. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”

-

Yuqi’s expertise, first and foremost, is talking. Go ahead, take a moment to consider how wildly dangerous that is, for a girl with a face like hers and a body like that to be good at talking. Every so often you catch her staring at you with her huge, beautiful eyes, these deep pools of pure anthracite; the sort of charming that keeps you smiling and laughing without even knowing why. She’s equal parts badmash and coquettish, you realize, and somewhere in the seamlessness with which she swaps between the two is a hint that both are facades. (That there exists a third Yuqi, the one who determines which mask is appropriate for which occasion but who is otherwise veiled, obscured, entirely impossible to know.)

Whatever your theory for it, the charm, the innuendos, the suggestion, it all gets dialed up to eleven.

Yuqi suggests you stay for dinner in a way that is impossible to refuse, and Miyeon grumbles something inaudible, but you think you’re able to piece it together: this is a regular thing for them. Miyeon and you haven’t talked numbers or cleared up the bodycount, haven’t talked about anything serious at all—the most incriminating thing between you being Miyeon laying her head on your chest, cunt still full of your cum, saying, I’m really glad I met you—of all of Miyeon’s princes-in-waiting, you’d be a fool to think you were the first. And you’re willing to wager Yuqi’s done all this before.

“Hey, how do you take your whiskey?” she asks, pouring olive oil over a bowl of cherry tomatoes and chopping a sprig of fresh basil. If Miyeon wasn’t glaring at her, the quirk in Yuqi’s lip has you swearing she would’ve thrown a wink in your direction. Just for good measure.

“Neat is fine,” you tell her, and Miyeon rolls her eyes. -

It’s actually not true that Yuqi kisses you first. Not the whole truth anyway. “Hard to explain it in words, huh?” she asks, leaning into your space and nearly pushing you over the back of the sofa. Her knee is between your thighs, pressing up on your crotch in a way that feels good and threatening. She knows that’s the only thing she needs to keep you in place, so she leaves her hands at her chest, fingers toying with the top button of her shirt—ruminations of whether to unbutton it herself or wait for you to finally tear the whole thing off her.

(There’s a million different ways you could do this, but you’re perfectly content seeing how this plays out.)

“With just a few of them that is,” Miyeon says, drying her hands with a towel at the kitchen sink.

“Oh,” Yuqi starts, and her lips twist into an approximation of a smile. “You’re saying you two don’t have a label.”

“We’re coworkers technically,” you tell her, faux-casual, like it doesn’t beg twenty more questions.

“I don’t know; the internet thinks you guys are in fucking love.” Yuqi’s fingers come to a decision: slipping the button out of place with a little effort and resting at the next one down. Her neck is pale and tender and you’re only pulling away long enough from the glint in her big gorgeous eyes to know you want to get your lips on it. “And you’re telling me you wouldn’t be jealous—even a little—if I started sucking his cock.” 

She gets jealous easy, is how Yuqi explains it to you, freeing an ounce of soft cleavage, a sneak of black lace with another button. Look, it’s just chemistry—you have it with everyone. Who can fault you for it?

“Hm.” Miyeon shrugs, looking put upon, and leans back against the counter where she spends a long moment with her arms crossed, before running her thumb across her chin. “Can I mention something?” “Anything for our princess,” Yuqi says, finally touching you. Just two fingers at your sternum. “Right?” “Why is it you’re never the one bringing anyone home?”

“I’m not a slut,” Yuqi says, straight-faced, and Miyeon’s whole expression goes awry. That’s probably where she seals her fate.

Not that you think for a second Yuqi had recused herself from the attention of boys, girls—none of it in short supply—and for all her “fidelity”, you refuse to believe the things she does with her words are unintentional, that her talent for seduction is somehow innate, something god-given.

“How can you be so sure?” you ask, fingers threading through Yuqi’s hair until she tilts up her chin and smiles.

Eventually there comes a moment where Miyeon meanders around the kitchen island and gets a hold of you. Figuratively and literally; eyes hardened on you in a way you’re not sure you’ve seen before. 

Mine, is what she’s telling Yuqi in no ambiguous terms, hands hooking into the waist of your pants.  

“Tell me something,” Yuqi starts with your name on her lips, “does she beg for it? When you’re fucking her, does she whine and cry until she’s collapsed and panting? Really, I’m curious. Does she look at you with those pretty eyes and plead for you to pump her full of cum?”

“Yuqi,” Miyeon says, kind of sharply.

To be clear, you’re not totally without blame here either, seeing the opportunity as it appears, seizing it for yourself—and you say the words as you think them: “it’s kind of her thing, I guess.”

“Total cumslut, right?” Yuqi’s hands are all over your arms, your chest, and you’re spread in both directions, reaching around Miyeon’s waist, and toying at the tight fit of Yuqi’s jeans. She leans forward a little, side-eyeing the way Miyeon’s lip ever so slightly curls when she enters that anxious proximity a breath's distance away from you, whispering: “I’m nothing like that, I’m so much better.”

“You’ve got a real mouth on you,” Miyeon tells her, watching her shirt fall down her petite shoulders. “You know that?” Yuqi’s eyes are flaring hot, dripping with untoward intent, and they stay on you just long enough for her to make certain you’re paying attention before she turns to Miyeon. “I know you love this mouth.”

You realized it long before dinner, it’s true, probably long before today: Yuqi likes you, which, at present, is pretty obvious. She likes it when you smile, likes it when you rub your hand at the nape of your neck and laugh at her witty one-liners, likes it when you ruffle your hair just like you’ve done in front of the camera your whole life. Yuqi likes you just as Yuqi likes Miyeon, and she’s twisting her hand at your shirt tighter yet, hoping one of you might just kiss her. “Miyeon,” you say after an inhale, commanding tone right where you left it, and it’s comical how fast both girls heel. Isn’t that good to know. Filing it away in a mental folder of sorts, you straighten yourself onto your feet, slowly. The thing that ends up flipping the table—the thing that has Miyeon’s expression of general discontent rally to something a little more impending—is just how much taller you are than Yuqi. And when that hits her, swallow visible through the hollow of her throat, there’s a waver in that deadly expression of hers, a weakness, something you can exploit. Your hand finds purchase under Yuqi’s jaw, gently, and you tilt her face toward you like you’re about to kiss her. Only instead, you run your thumb across her lower lip and say, “I don’t blame you, her mouth is gorgeous.”

“And?” Yuqi finds her composure quickly. “What do you want this mouth to do?”

 “Oh, Yuqi,” Miyeon says, malice hidden under a voice tender and semi-sweet, before you can think to prepare an answer. She’s twisting Yuqi’s bra strap between her fingers as it comes down around her shoulder. “I want you to get me ready for his cock.”

“I,” Yuqi starts— 

“Hm?” Miyeon asks, and that’s a pitch in her voice you’ve never heard. You’re looking over both of them enigmatically, ready to walk away from this with a clear picture of who Yuqi is, obviously, but then it’s the expression on Miyeon’s face—so unbothered, so lewdly satisfied, you have to know more.

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m just gonna watch.” Yuqi reaches up on her toes before Miyeon can react. 

Kisses you right in front of her.

-

It’s not really clear to you who, if anyone, is piloting this thing, only that it’s moving at near out of control speeds. And even though Miyeon’s bed isn’t even quite big enough to hold you all, that ends up doing little to slow either of them down. 

Miyeon is between your legs, preening a few strands of glossy hair back behind her ear that have real determination to keep falling in front of her face. You’d offer to help, to get your hands in it and pull tight, but you’ve come upon an acquired taste for the blowjob Miyeon’s barely giving you right now. A masterwork in its own right: a certain finesse in each flick of her tongue, the soft cushion of her pouty lips, the way every gentle kiss finds you that much fucking harder in her fingers. She drags her tongue up, tastes the pre-cum weeping from your cock. Just smiles like she knows how bad you want hold her tight and fuck her throat. The glint in her doe-like eyes tells you that you will.

She gets it. Terror lives in anticipation, not the bang. That sanguine expectation of pleasure becomes pleasure in of itself. Her instincts tell her to tease, tell her to kiss and lick; only when you’re finally shuddering a wet breath through your teeth, does she part her lips around the head of your cock and start to suck.

She takes in an inch, maybe another. Slides her tongue slowly under your cock, and christ, her mouth feels fucking amazing.

You sigh like you’re stepping into a hot bath, and Miyeon’s satisfaction is equally palpable: corners of her mouth stretching around you into a pretty little smirk, something you’re more than happy to feel running up and down your cock until she slacks her jaw and takes you in full, past her soft, wet lips.

Though when finally you look up, you realize Yuqi’s barely on the bed actually—just one knee and it looks precarious—unfazed that she’s spilling off the end; working her hands into the bottom of Miyeon’s skirt like she’s done it a thousand times. She drags her underwear down her thighs, and Yuqi reminds you that she’s got the exact kind of wicked streak that’ll never let an opportunity go to waste:

“Oh,” she says, head up over Miyeon’s ass, blinking in admiration, “she’s even buying new lingerie for you, huh? I didn’t realize how head over heels—”

“Jesus Christ.” Miyeon’s lips are still half complicating themselves with your cock; she pumps her slender fingers around you in consolation, and murmurs, “do you ever fuck? Or you all tease.”

“Well if you insist,” Yuqi purrs, a mean tilt to her voice—because in the end, she knows that she wants to; that with her small body right between you, like this, there's plenty of her to share; that when it comes to Miyeon, there always is. “Hm,” she hums, slipping a finger or two inside Miyeon’s pussy. Your vision of it being the way Miyeon’s face twists delightfully, eyebrows sewn together in a perfect discord with the rest of her angelic features. “Baby, you’re so wet—”

“She loves the attention,” you say, and Miyeon’s eyes track yours while she lowers her lips slowly down your shaft once more. “If I had to guess, the only thing better than me fucking her perfect little cunt, is if there’s an audience there to watch it.” Your hand rests below Miyeon’s ear, fingers kneading at the back of her neck and guiding her just enough so that her tongue is flat and slick where you want it. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

Yuqi separates her lips from Miyeon’s asscheek, that heavy, open-mouthed kiss at the curve of creamy skin coming to an end just long enough to catch you smirking. She’s fucking the girl’s cunt open with her fingers, slowly, reminding Miyeon that she doesn’t have it confused—that she knows she’s nothing like the princess everyone believes her to be, that she’s so much more. “Always such a good slut, baby. Go on, show me how you take that cock.” “How about you come over here,” you tell Yuqi, before looking back at Miyeon’s eyes, innocent and blinking like she isn’t taking you in and out between her tightly-sealed lips. “Help me cum in her throat.” At that, you feel Miyeon’s jaw slack open even further, and the fingers she has corkscrewing around you find room at your hips instead. It’s hard to get over how perfectly submissive she can be, the way this always plays out; you’ve never needed anything like safewords, because Miyeon trusts you implicitly. Trusts that you’d never, ever hurt her. Trusts that you’ll get your hard cock in her and fuck her until her knees are wobbling and she’s practically unable to walk. Trusts that you won’t even hesitate when she asks for more. Yuqi lands a few more kisses at Miyeon’s cunt, along her ass, and then, without warning, sinks her teeth into all that soft, pliable skin. Miyeon winces, something you can feel, a sharp moan becoming sealed in against your cock and leaking slightly between her lips like it’s the drool running down your shaft. Apparently the image of you firing off a salvo of cum deep in Miyeon’s throat is as hot as it sounds, because Yuqi is grinning like a cheshire cat as she slides off the bed. “I just hope you realize you’re on the docket for quite a lot here.”

“What’s that, high expectations?”

“A lot more than a throatpie,” Yuqi says, hopping onto the bed next to where you’re sitting, where you’re slowly fucking Miyeon’s mouth. Each time you lift her face up and down the length of your cock, you feel the back of her throat, start to catalog the noises she makes as she starts to slobber onto you.

“Yeah,” you say, fisting a second hand into Miyeon’s hair. “I was kind of counting on it.”

“Go figure.” Yuqi’s voice is low and raspy, right into your junction where your shoulder meets your neck. She reaches an arm around you, leaving ephemeral kisses at your jaw, your cheek, getting her lips right next to your ear, where she whispers, “you’re actually kinda depraved.”

“Well, welcome to showbiz, I guess.” “Hm,” Yuqi says, watching you shudder as her fingers arrive around the base of your cock, fucking you with them in tandem as you sleeve yourself in out of Miyeon’s hot mouth like she’s some toy to be used, to be fucked, to be ruined.

Your mouth opens and closes, twice, before sputtering, “I’m actually—”

“One of the normal ones?” Yuqi tightens her grip. She’s picking up all that slick drool and precum where it threatens to leak onto your waist, and it makes her touch every bit as life-endingly-incredible as the tight fit of Miyeon’s mouth. The combination of which has you groaning audibly.

“Yeah, sure,” you breathe, “something like that.” 

“And a narcissist too.” Yuqi pulls at your face to unstick your gaze from the sight of your cock disappearing between Miyeon’s soft, pretty lips. You recognize the touch of her hand as it wanders down to your balls, gently, but still very much present. And right after the silence stretches, just a little too far, she says, “aren’t you two just perfect for eachother.”

Yuqi kisses you hard. These sweltering, stinging, asphyxiating kisses that grab at your lips with no intention of letting go, and everything becomes oddly quiet. All you can hear, outside of those messy, strangled sounds from Miyeon’s throat as you fuck your cock into it, is the dull pulse of blood rushing through your head. It’s as if the two of them are pleasure in resonance, channeling onto the same wavelength: Miyeon’s tongue is doing just about fucking everything each time you pull your throbbing cock out of her throat, and she slips it past her lips—starts lapping—when you weave your fingers in her hair even tighter. She gets messier, sloppier, her composure fading like it’s the mascara beneath her eyes. You can feel the flutter of her lashes against your waist right as you pull her mouth back down your shaft. It’s hot and wet and you don’t even realize you start bucking your hips, dragging Miyeon’s lips around your cock quickly, quicker, quicker—

“God,” you mutter, final threads torn apart, and that’s the exact reaction that has Yuqi smiling against your teeth, whispering into your lips, can feel you fucking throbbing. Cum in her for me, cum in her throat. Cum.

Mnnph.

Yeah, that’ll push you right to the edge, teetering. In freefall, actually, jaw snapping shut first—fingers shortly after—you tug hard at where you’ve gathered slipshod pigtails of shimmering, silky-smooth hair, and Miyeon quite nearly chokes as you release everything into her mouth, deluge-like. You’re going to make a mess, you think. You’ll make more.

Mmnnppph.

Okay, it’s filthy is what it is; the sounds of it alone are fucking filthy. That seal of soft lips around you starts to break, leaving you with the flood of cum and spit spilling down your cock and into Yuqi’s fingers as Miyeon gasps at an overwhelmingly desperate draw of air. The struggle to swallow you down is beyond unreasonable, but she brings her mouth back onto you again—closes her eyes and sucks. 

“All of it,” Yuqi whispers still. That’s the kick, and your whole body commits to sighing as she jerks your cock into the wet heat of Miyeon’s mouth. She twists gently, pumping, pulling, fucking every last bit of tension out of your muscles and draining it thoroughly into Miyeon’s throat.

(So that’s what you like, is how you think Yuqi says it, eyes studying your torn expression in equal parts apathy and awe.

She licks your cum off the sharp edge of her knuckles, from between her fingers, and she glances down at where Miyeon is still lapping her tongue at sensitive skin and sucking and cleaning you between her lips. Her lipstick is smeared, makeup running, with tears visible at the ends of her lashes, her cheeks still burning hot and embered. Miyeon looks perfect in many ways, but only flawless in one.)

“Good lord.” Yuqi’s eyes are creased in laughter near the end of your recovery, lighting fast and pulling you over Miyeon’s delicate frame. It’s the kind of laughter that’s genuine and contagious. Sweetly harmonic.

Calling you to join in while you glide your cock between Miyeon’s thighs and press the small of her back into her mattress until she’s practically prone to the bed, tight little ass angled up, proffering, and simply begging for you to pound away. 

“And I mean this in the most respectful way possible,” Yuqi says, with a hair tie between her teeth and fixing back her long waves into something more manageable, hoping it might be something you can pull and yank. What’s the saying—a brave man dies once, but a coward ought to know that Yuqi will always, always, always get what she wants.

“You two are actually really fuckin’ weird.” Her eyes are smoldering, lips quirked into a careless little grin. “I love it.”

-

“Alright, I’m going to have to ask,” Miyeon says, “do I need to be worried about this?”

Someone probably should be. The realization you’re hurdling into is that there exists both a waking up with Yuqi and a waking up with Yuqi, much in the same way there exists both a sleeping with Yuqi and a sleeping with Yuqi.

The three of you do first wake up together, just this ridiculous tangle of limbs that really only has one realistic conclusion, and when Miyeon reminds you—bent over the bathroom sink minutes later and cumming on Yuqi’s fingers—she has to be at the studio in an hour to refilm a few of her over-the-shoulders shots, and it’s not fair that you get to laze around all day, and that her manager is literally going to be here to pick her up any minute, Yuqi and you do the most natural thing in the world. You continue waking up.

You wake up in the shower, on the kitchen island, back again in Miyeon’s room since it’s already kind of fucked up anyway; Yuqi wakes you up all while her knuckles turn white around the door handle of the refrigerator, the back of the living room sofa, and it’s not really that convincing when she turns to Miyeon, one eye shut tight, and tells her, “no, not at all.”

Because when you try to voice something similar, your words get caught pretty deep in your throat, stuck and unmoving. That's become pretty familiar. It’s all pretty fucked, actually.

Yuqi’s on her knees in front of you, fist tight around your cock and jerking all this hot cum onto her face. There’s sin tucked everywhere into these pages. Particularly on her nose, her lips, her cheek, bisecting one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. You have your proclivities. The tendency toward destruction, toward ruin, and what is Yuqi if not a gorgeous masterpiece begging for someone, anyone to be just a little destructive and ruinous. She flinches every time it hits her, pumping her fingers around your cock again until a rope of creamy white flies right into her pink hair. 

We’re fine, is what you tell Miyeon, huffing and repeating yourself: “We’re fine, I’ll catch you later.”

Miyeon crosses her arms, and that’s when it becomes a little clearer. The juxtaposition here is striking and immediate: black heels, black leggings, pencil skirt, prim and pressed white-collared shirt, the cute little suit jacket that fits barely over her dainty shoulders—she’s dressed head to toe in business casual like she’s about to put in eight hours hole-punching or making copies or writing emails and it’s so effortlessly sexy that the only thing that could possibly distract you from it—

“He’ll be fine,” Yuqi says, not even chagrined in the slightest that she’s fucking covered in cum. You watch her stand up, wipe her eyelashes free of mess with the back of her forearm, and start leading you to the window with her wrist still flexing out tiny motions around your cock. “I’ll make sure of it.” 

“Just a reminder,” Miyeon shouts, even-pitch and tone slightly indignant, which makes a lot of sense. “You promised you’d sit in for my line reads.”

“And I will.” 

It’s almost idiotic—here you are, the expert in the room, a professional in spinning ludicrous little lies, purveyor of fantasy and fiction and fuck if it’s not obvious that you’re planning on fucking Yuqi’s pretty little cunt until you’re both forgetting how to function. Miyeon reads that from across the room. From where the stench of sex is so heavy it’s probably hitting her too.

“Oh relax princess,” Yuqi says to her, and her lips slant to something more mischievous. Her shoulders are slumped back against the pane of glass and she’s rubbing the head of your cock through the soaked folds of her pussy. Neither of you are in search of ideas, for inspiration. Want for nothing. You’ll fucking ruin this little cunt—get me screaming and so addled I can’t speak straight, Yuqi’s telling you with just the corner of her mouth, curling. 

You grab hold of Yuqi, grappling with her for a moment before you spin her around in your hands—until her tits are plastered onto the window. It’s a show of force, a drill in shock and awe admittedly, but also you’ve got two perfect rows of bite marks above your collarbone. Honest to god, a full dental record, right in your shoulder. You sense the inspiration in it. Yuqi fucks like there’s inspiration in it, like she’s trying to kill you, in a way, but you’re paid for maintaining an image just a tad more wholesome than that. Ideally with a little less blood where a camera could catch it.

“Jesus christ,” Miyeon says, tapping away at her phone. “You guys are gross.”

“He promised. Didn’t he?” Yuqi mutters against the pane, the condensation in her breath fogging immediately. If that isn’t a perfect preview of what you’ll do to her. Perfectly premeditated by the way she fucking keens when you slip back inside her tight cunt. And Miyeon is very unimpressed with all of it: “Yeah okay, whatever, I don’t care, stay hydrated or something. I’m going to wait downstairs.”

“Told you,” Yuqi purrs, grinning all over you, in the breadth of quiet that the door leaves slamming shut behind Miyeon—stage exit, fade to black; you know that sometimes the magic of film isn’t what’s shown on camera, but rather what isn’t. 

“Told me what?” you ask, still enthralled by how Yuqi is so small underneath you, how when you’re both reaching for control, you don’t really even care if she beats you to the draw.

She gets jealous, Yuqi’s trying to explain, in between the sounds of you fucking her open and raw. You hesitate. Like you haven’t always had that effect on people, blossomed into blessing, complexed into curse. You reach your hand up Yuqi’s ribs, her chest, around her throat, and let your words bite at her ear: “oh, I think you will too.”

-

“I get hate mail,” you tell Miyeon. You’re on set the following week, ducking out of the path of a mic boom that is swinging way too fucking low, and there’s this story trending that heavily suggests you and Miyeon are knocking boots and it has a few disheartened fans absolutely outraged. “Like physical hate mail, in envelopes and stamped and everything.”

“It’s because of the stubble,” she says, rubbing a finger under your jaw. The girl in charge of costuming is adamant that beard prosthetics are lazy and cheap and you are neither. Even if you need it for only one scene. “It makes you look…”

“Uncouth?”

“Rakish,” she says, blinking. And as an afterthought: “Like, of all your thoughts, the one you have of pulling my shirt up and kissing at my tits until they’re sore is somehow the least vulgar.” 

Her shoulders pull up into the slightest shrug. “I mean I’m into it,” she adds.

“That’s not fair,” you tell her, “I’m not considering anything like that.”

Miyeon pulls you aside and up one of set’s staircases to nowhere, fingers warm at the crook of your elbow, and says, “well, it’s all I can fucking think about.”

-

Take a second for some personal reflection: you’ve never really tried to make a habit of anything and at the same time been successful. When it happens, it just kind of happens. We are what we repeatedly do.

In a way, it all started in public, this thing between you and Miyeon. Your roots are here, out with the blurs of passing people, daring to be seen, to be recognized, to be identified. You had long thought—and think, you do, particularly when doing the unthinkable—that a girl like Miyeon would steer away from the prospect; fucking you instead in private, comfort realized in the security of drawn curtains and shuttered blinds. A stark contrast to the part of your lives lived out in the open, subject to scrutiny and skepticism, unguarded from microscopic observation.

She only has everything to lose, you understand. And you aren’t more than a few paces behind her either. Reckless, she’s muttering while you sink to your knees and get your fingers up her skirt, so reckless—like this whole thing isn’t her idea.

The crazy part about all this that you actually do get caught. Not just one time either. 

You’ll bring it up in discussion with Soyeon later, when you run into her at the movie’s premier event and you’ve realized the value of having a good confidant:

“I literally told you one thing,” she’ll say, hands on her hips and looking like the mother that has to call the school, has to call the parent of the window you’d shattered with a baseball. It’ll all be highly disappointing. You are unbelievable—is what she won’t be able to say, even though she’ll really, really want to—I told you not to sleep with Miyeon and you slept with Miyeon why would you sleep with Miyeon you absolute moron.

-

There’s the time on set: in a fucking storage closet of all places. You’ve got Miyeon laid back on a table, fucking her slowly. Her panties are in her mouth, and the toes of her foot are curling against your cheek. It starts with a kiss, which most people might consider poetic, just your lips against a heel, the narrow bend of her arch to where she’s got her delicate toes perfectly colored in pastel white; Miyeon’s too cock-addled to do anything like comment on the fact you take them between your lips, slowly, and again, sucking, kissing her feet until she laughs at the way it tickles.

“Oh my god,” a voice says. One of the production assistants. “Oh my god, I’m so, so sorry.”

-

There’s the time in the woods near where you’re shooting a few of the outdoor scenes. You’re stepping out of a tall brush, and Miyeon’s cheeks are so red, glistening in sweat and cum and there’s a technician running an extension cord to god knows where to hook up more lights to the rigging.

“Um,” he says, just staring and unwinding more cord.

“We were looking for her earring,” you tell him.

“In the fucking woods?” He laughs out loud, just this self-amused grunt of a laugh. “Did you find it?”

You actually can’t look him in the eye, and Miyeon is just standing there, mortified. Your forehead creases a puzzled line and you say, with absolute conviction: yes.

-

“Jesus christ, Miyeon.” You swivel on your stool in your dressing room. Think possibly to kneel, but you know what might happen if she sees you on your knees, supplicating.

Let the record show, you and Miyeon are on day six of your self-imposed moratorium—the ban that prohibits the two of you fucking eachother at work, so it’s not like it’s the fastest capitulation in the world either.

Miyeon does a spin, pleated hem of a navy blue plaid skirt flaring out to the sides—how do I look?

There are answers in your throat, no doubt—like sin, like fantasy, like a submissive, fuckable fantasy. Like it should be illegal.

“Uh—I mean,” you nearly stammer, massaging your thumb into your temple. It’s certainly not natural for you to be here, on the back foot, and it has Miyeon’s mouth slanting into a predictable smirk. In an almost inexcusably banal act, she puts a fingernail to her teeth and shimmies her waist so that you’re lost to the moment, tracking how the skirt’s fabric ruffles between her legs.

Is it the fact that some maniac in costume has gone and put her in a school uniform?

Yes. 

That's a great deal of what’s going on here, which is a whole fucking lot. Is it the way her shoulders vanish in a tailored blazer with a nostalgia-inducing insignia above the breast pocket—her fingers poking out from the cuffs and toying at the lapels? Is it that the dress shirt beneath it is made of the cheapest cotton one could find (because the thing doesn’t really need to hold up over multiple washes) so you can see how her stomach flattens, that gentle rise in her chest, the sharp angle of her collarbones, all when the light catches it just right? There’s the stockings, dress shoes, a fucking ribbon in her hair and you’re ignoring the fact that the tie around her neck is a little loose and you might be able spin it over her shoulders and tighten your grip and—

“Cute, right?” She skips across the room and perches on your knee. Really selling it.

“I’m curious,” you say, looking for a narrow gap, something to stow away into, something that might take your mind off the fact that when you look at Miyeon, you’re transposing and overlaying images of an eleventh grade crush, and that’s not a mood you were prepared to be whipped into at just the flash of blue plaid and a charcoal blazer. “When was the last time you wore a ribbon in your hair?” 

“Oh gosh.” One corner of Miyeon’s mouth frowns, ruminating. She hovers her hand up to her ponytail, twisting it gently until it bounces back into place. “It’s been such a long time actually, I don’t know, seventeen, eighteen years old?”

Okay, that’s certainly not helping. A more direct approach, perhaps: “what are you doing, Miyeon?”

“Oh,” she says, nonchalant, because isn’t it obvious, “I’m here to get fucked.”

This is trouble, and among other things, a perversion, you think, but your mouth is too dry to say any of that, and Miyeon leans in and places her fingers beneath your jaw. Tilts your chin and presses her lips to yours, gentle, feather-light.

One one-thousand. Two one-thousand. Three one-thousand. Four one-thousand.

Shifting slightly, the inside of Miyeon’s thigh presses to the outside of yours, only ever the slightest movement, and it has you sighing into her mouth. It’s impossible to decide whether you ought admire her confidence or find fault with her gall. She’s a delightful lapful—and a handful, and a mouthful—so you’ll flirt with danger, abandon those last vestiges of inhibition, and lean into the former rather than the latter.

Miyeon’s breath lands against your lips, hitching as the kiss breaks.

“Look,” you say, lip smacking back into place when she finally lets it free. There’s a response, bubbling up from your gut, because on one hand, this is the exact kind of impropriety you were hoping to avoid. And on the other, well, nothing ventured, nothing lost—you suppose. Your eyes are flicking to the top buttons of her shirt, collar agape and that gentle invitation of cleavage snuck behind it.

“Oh my god,” Miyeon says, inches from your face, and she starts to laugh. “You have grays in your beard.”

“No there aren’t.”

“I’m serious.” She wraps her hand around your cheeks, and twists your face to the vanity mirror, like it’d be helpful. “Look,” she says, twice, pulling her lip between her teeth and staring at your reflection.

“Those are stress grays,” you amend, before turning back and shifting her weight more comfortably into your lap, soft thighs straddling yours. “Just to be clear, I’m barely any older than you are.”

“Older,” she says, smiling.

“Don’t have to dwell on it.”

“I mean there’s a silver lining to that though.” Miyeon’s fingers are spread across your face, thumbs gently rubbing into your cheekbones. She’s close enough for you to forget her manager is going to come looking for her at some point or another. “Just means I can call you daddy, and it won’t be weird.”

“Uh.”

“You know,” she adds, sliding her fingers over your ears and pressing a kiss into your jaw, “while we’re doing it.”

“No, I understood that part.” You give her another once over and firm your hands on her waist to stop her from grinding her hips any further into yours. “I’m not sure it’s age that potentially makes it weird.”

“Come on,” she says, letting her voice slip into that slightly deepened register that suggests not only will she disobey you, but you’ll love every second of it. “I know you love to play with me.”

“It’s not a trick question. What are you asking for here, Miyeon?”

“Sex,” she says.

“Yes,” you answer, blinking back at her, expression skeptical. “I was there for that part of the conversation. It was about sixty seconds ago, if I recall.”

She lifts your chin, looks straight in your eyes, and asks, “and?”

“I’m just trying to puzzle out what you're telling me.” You slide your fingertips past the waist of her skirt and onto her ass. The quiet hum of satisfaction in Miyeon’s throat says you’re getting warmer. “What it is you want.”

“Any ideas?” she presses again, the lilt in her voice filling you with hundreds—the countenance behind it providing even more. Her hips grind into you further, bucking toward your waist and silencing the anxious distance between you.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Your hand snakes around the curve of Miyeon’s ass, down to where her underwear feels hot and unmistakably damp, where you can feel the shape of her lips through the fabric and the heat smoldering between them. There’s a tiny wanton whine from her throat when you circle your fingers; a sharp draw of air past her teeth when you apply a little more pressure. “Want my fingers inside of you? Hmm?”

Miyeon nods almost immediately.

You kiss her. Slide your mouth over her lips and recognize the strawberry in her lip gloss and hold onto your exhale, breathing the same air. Her eyes open first, lashes brushing yours. “You want me to fuck you, Miyeon.”

“Want you to tell me what to do,” she says, and without even running the word experimentally around her mouth, without testing its taste or the way it feels on her tongue, she fixes her dark brilliant eyes on you, saying, “want daddy to tell me what to do.”

You’ve got all this about nature and nurture running amuck in your head to the backdrop of the sound of a large cable snapping. It’s dangerous. It’s not like you, you’re not the type, you’re telling yourself, and a lot of other rubbish that isn’t concerned by the fact that Miyeon’s here, fucking dressed like this, ponytail bobbing, ribbon in her hair begging to come undone—

Lock the door, you say to her, and she does. Turn around. Take your jacket off, and she pauses first, before twisting her arms from the sleeves and folding it neatly over the back of a chair. You’ve got a hand outstretched as she walks toward you; your panties, hand them over, and she reaches down beneath her skirt, rolling her underwear down her smooth thighs, her calves, eyes never once leaving yours—watching you watch her. 

Sit.

Touch yourself. 

Slowly; slower—

It’s almost ridiculous. You’ve hardly even laid a hand on her, and she’s got her eyes looking up at you like you’d just set all her biological clocks an hour forward, cranked up to ten-minutes-to-midnight, and replaced all her coherent thoughts with just one simple thing: how bad she needs you to cum in her cunt.

She’s settled at the front of the vanity counter, feet against your chest, head tilting back against the mirror, and she’s gently slapping her own pussy with the pads of her fingers, covered and wet in her own anticipation. Your hands are nothing like hers—these slender, delicate things—and it’s driving her up the wall. You’re spreading her thighs, opening her up, bringing the roughness in your fingers, the heel of your palm so close. Miyeon can’t help it.

“You’re such a slut,” you tell her, watching her shove one, two fingers past the glistening lips her pussy—biting back a laugh as she starts to fuck herself slowly for you. “And already this fucking wet.”

Miyeon just smiles, eyes hooded and looking at you with such perfectly sinful intent. “I thought that’s how daddy likes his little girl.”

(Don’t get it confused: it’s never been a challenge to play a character, to be someone you are not, to emotionally identify and aspire to the details of a part. But this is different. This is seamless. This is you leaning into that space, living in it, loving it. A physical part of you. Genuine and true.)

You grapple Miyeon’s wrist, pulling her hand away from the want of her pussy, denying her all of that friction. She whines, but puts up little to no fuss when you bring her hand to her face and clear your voice of anything that doesn’t inspire authority—deliver an order, sternly, with her fingers in her mouth, suck.

“Here’s a lesson.” You click your tongue as she closes her eyes and sets her jaw in motion to clean her own slick off her nails, her knuckles. “The only thing that goes in my princess’s cunt, is daddy’s cock.”

“In that case,” Miyeon says around her fingers still between her lips, a smile spreading across all of her perfected features—voice lilting, reeling you in, sinking its teeth into your skin: I think daddy’s going to have to punish me.

Oh, you’re one step ahead of her, thinking of all the ways how, and the sound of your zipper coming undone makes Miyeon's eyes go wide with want, with need. Her petite, perfect, fuckable body still locked away behind fabric, she starts hiking her skirt even higher up her hips, lazily unfastening the buttons of her shirt. 

You tell her to put her feet together, wrapping a grip onto her stockings and pulling her legs closed—twisting them to the side and letting her heels clack together over your shoulder. The gentle motion of your thumb between her thighs gets her sucking a sharp draw of air. Always so vocal Miyeon is at the slightest provocation.

Your cock is harder than it’s ever, ever been; harder yet as you tease it at the folds of Miyeon’s entrance, pushing it against sensitive skin and earning you pleased little chirrups from deep in her chest, repeating, “yes, yes, yes—”

She’s only halfway down the buttons on her shirt, collar gaping open and lolling to the sides of her soft shoulders, sliding partway downway her arms, and then it’s that fucking tie still loosely hanging around her neck—so impossibly irresistable. The motion is practiced, near effortless: you slip right into the tight embrace of her creaming cunt. When she makes it through the length of a heavy breath through pursed lips, you sink even in further.

“Oh, this pussy is fucking incredible,” you sputter, voice come to reckon with the fucking bind that is Miyeon’s body, coiling beneath your weight the deeper you cock reaches inside her. “I don’t know that I could ever punish you. Maybe I should just spoil you, princess; get on my knees and make you cum on my mouth instead—”

“No.”

“What was that?” you coax, fucking into her cunt slowly, and your little girl growls at you. You can’t help but chuckle, making a tight grasp of the tie around her neck, and start to twist. 

Miyeon’s flushed all over, eyes glassy, but emblazoned still, a spark of defiance in those deep shimmering pools that makes her all the more alluring. Her lashes flutter—whole body tensing in response—as your thighs crash into her, cock deep inside the tight grip of her cunt.

She feels amazing.

“Yes, please,” she tells you, huffing out the words and changing her tune as you begin to let her have you, let her revel in the determined rhythm of you fucking her like she’s come to expect. “God, yes, daddy please…”

It’s so easy to fuck Miyeon—muscle memory and learned behavior—so easy to sink your fingers into her ass, her thighs, her tits, wrap your arms around her waist and start fucking her so quickly it has her pussy so wet it’s not even slowing you down in the slightest when you pull harder on the tie around her neck, draw her writhing body into you, and start to use her.

“You’re fucking, god, you’re fucking tearing me open,” she tells you with her brows sinking over eyes screwed shut, “it feels so fucking good—tell me, do you like fucking me? Do you like fucking your little slut?

“Fucking love it,” you whisper against her ear.

It doesn’t even cross your mind for a second, whether she wanted to be fucked like this, wanted to be used and choked and pounded so hard her legs buckled and her muscles ached and she could barely remember her own name—she landed in your lap, flirted with this danger, both of you immediately aware of what all it entailed. 

Miyeon didn’t just invite it, the girl fucking craves it.

Just like this, she’s muttering, voice barely rasping into anything audible under the weight of your grip, fuck your little slut just like this—bathing your cock in the delicious cream and slick of her pussy so that you might fuck it all back into her. When she starts moving like this, body shaking in quakes and quivers, voice woven into her mewls and moans, you know she’s so fucking close, only in want of a little encouragement—

“There you go, good girl,” you breathe against her lips, kissing them abruptly, before letting her weight fall back to the vanity counter with just the slightest release of the tie in your fist. “Cum for me, princess, I know you want to—know you want to cum all over daddy’s cock. You’re practically sobbing for me, baby. Go ahead, just cum.”

Sheltered somewhere in quiet of those sloppy, wet, lewd sounds, the score of your cock sliding in and out of Miyeon, is the strangled cry that sneaks out of her throat, gasping: “cumming, I’m fucking cumming, please, I—god.”

Accentuated by the fact that her arms are still halfway trapped in the cotton of her shirt, she can’t do a thing from underneath you. She’s near trapped under the weight, the sheer tempo of at which you’re ruining her cunt. You’re ripping your name in moans and prayers off her lips and she can hardly move beyond that slight squirm in your arms, writhe in the way you mold her to you, overcome in pleasure at how she’s left so full, perfectly remade to the shape of your cock.

Her fingers are splayed across your ribs, holding you, bracing against you, and none of it’s anything you haven’t told her before—so pretty, take it so well, your cunt’s perfect, you’re perfect, so good sweetheart—but in aggregate, taking the length your cock, taking all of you, she shatters apart.

Your hands are on her cheeks, thumbing strands of tousled hair ever-so-gently back into place, and you’re feeling the way her skin burns bright red, feeling the way she gasps for air in shallow pants, feeling her cunt clench hard around you. It’s the moments like these, where she’s delicate to touch, soothed only by your lips pressed to the tip of her nose, her forehead—finding comfort in the arm she swings over your shoulders—she’s so wildly beautiful. 

“So fucking—” She lets her voice even out, and after multiple attempts, gets the words she wants in the right order: “so good, how do—so fucking good baby, how do you want? Cum. How do you want to cum?”

“Could fucking paint your pretty face,” you tell her, moving your hips back to life and fucking into her soaked, messy cunt slowly. The way you push a kiss into her soft lips—now wet and slightly swollen from how she’d been biting them—is a little at odds with the suggestion.

“Ha. I think I get it,” Miyeon starts, the shy smile filling her mouth taking over the shape of her ragged huffs and pants, “we throw daddy around a few times, and suddenly you’re afraid to cum inside me, is that it?”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s not it at all.” The fact that she’s recovered an ounce of resolve, chip steadily reappearing on her shoulder, is nothing more than a facade, and you’re drawing back the curtain, finding her body still wracked, plenty malleable, puddied and easy to manipulate with a firm grip around her waist. “Let me show you.”

“And just what is it that I’m—” 

Miyeon’s voice breaks almost immediately as you turn her over in your hands. Her knuckles hit the vanity counter and her legs wobble where they land precariously on the floor. She’s so wet and well-fucked that the mess you’d made of her cunt is effortless to slip back into. You allow her more, pushing in as deep as you’ll go, faster than she can blink, faster she can think to protest. It’s the angle that makes her back arch with surprised, sudden pleasure. The depth that makes her eyes shut tight, a gasp not quite making it past her lips. 

Watch.

She can see it all, in the perimeter of fluorescent bulbs, reflection staring back at her. The way her porcelain skin lights aflame. There’s sweat beading across her forehead, blonde hair darkening at its roots. Her lips are parted slightly, tender swell cushioning the bite of her teeth—her eyes are hooded, chin tilting, and she’s watching herself moan and curse as you start to fuck her. She’s perfect, and she knows she’s perfect.

You pull her skirt forward over the round of her ass, fingers sunk into the soft skin, and fuck her harder, until the counter is shaking with it, until she’s crying out, any concept of shame or embarrassment long forgotten. 

“Oh, please,” she starts, settling into your cadence, feeling delighted at the way you fill her.

Her fingers are white-knuckled as she clings to the edge of the counter, and in between breathless little noises, these sharp gasps and whines or another, between the unyielding motions of your cock in her cunt, she writhes.

“Please, please, please, please make me cum again,” she barely manages, blathering and stuttering over her own words. “Please use this little cunt, fucking use me, fuck me, fill me—”

“Anything for my princess,” you say, and after pressing a long row of kisses into the curve of her spine—a heavy kiss of your lips into the sharp edge of her shoulder—you bring a hand to the back of her neck, the slippery-smooth locks of hair already bundled and begging for your fist, becoming your grip.

“Oh my god,” Miyeon mutters, watching her body bend to your will, arching backward into your cock and becoming flush all over. Her eyes flick up to yours, begging you to fill her deeper, fuck her faster, fuck her harder. “Daddy please…”

The way her cunt sleeves onto your cock is so hot, so wet, so unbelievably tight, especially when the fingers woven in her hair flex taut—and so does she—how could you ever think to do anything but?

You pull harder on her hair, tension building in the curving bow of her body, arching further and further into submission. Her face is close enough for you to kiss, to lean into her ear, to whisper, “Miyeon, baby, I’m going to make you cum again. Gonna make you cum all over my cock. Be a good girl for me and take it.”

Miyeon’s voice is flooded, drenched and soaked in meek cries. More so by the minute. She’s whining and gasping and fighting for air like she hasn’t been coached a thousand times on how to keep a clean image. Beyond the curses and filth, the nonsensical string of obscenities falling off Miyeon’s lips, it’s gratitude: “thank you, thank you, thank you, please keep fucking me, please just use me—”

It’s obscene, filthy, it’s practically pornographic–-all framed for her to see. Miyeon’s costume is still barely clinging to her tiny frame, coming off in pieces. And you’re sliding your hand across her smooth stomach, up her ribs and hooking fingers between the cups of her bra, until it comes down far enough around her waist that it simply unclasps and falls to the floor. Every time bring your hips forward, fuck your cock harder into her cunt, you track the movement of her body in the mirror: shoulders lurching, mouth gasping, tits shaking—Miyeon recoiling. 

Even the ribbon in her hair can’t stand against the intensity of it, untangling from her ponytail and falling to the counter, defeated.

Beauty is a picture in motion, and Miyeon is nothing if not elegant. You slow your pace to admire her, hands at her breasts, her waist, still holding firm around her hair and curling her body into your control. She whines louder when you kiss her temple, rasping against the sweat building in her hair. “Make yourself cum for me baby, fuck your little cunt on my cock until you cum again.”

“God,” Miyeon rasps, nodding slightly against you with her eyes carefully fixed on her reflection, and she starts to roll her hips—fucking herself and choking back a whimper every time she finds where it’s mind-numbingly sensitive, where she’s wet and needy and begging for the hard shape of your cock. It’s unbelievable how desperate she ruts against you, grinding her way to her own release.

“Such a good girl for me.” You’re reaching a hand down to her cunt, the hot mess between her legs, and you’re slipping your fingers around where your cock is inside her, skating your thumb across her aching lips, barely touching her clit—

“I’m gonna cum,” she moans out, breathless, “you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”

A final kiss at the hot skin beside her temple, your nose in her hair—drowning in the sweet stench of her sweat, her sex—you’re telling her, “I know I am princess,” and when you release the grip you’ve made of her hair, Miyeon collapses, palms flat over the countertop.

It’s hard to miss, all written on Miyeon’s reflection in front of you, cheeks exquisitely red, lips slacking as she cums, brows twisting together and eyes heavily lidded—and that’s just what you can see. You fuck her quivering cunt, thrusts coaxed into this reckless chase as she spasms around you—holding tight to her waist, fucking her faster and faster until your cock is aching and you’re hunched over her, telling her what she’s been dying to hear: “I'm so close to cumming in your cunt sweetheart, you'll be so filled up and perfect that way, princess.”

There’s no mistaking it. Pleasure palpable in the reflection in front of you, eyes smoldering and holding onto you. The hold she has on your cock, the vice that is her cunt around you—it shouldn’t even be possible to feel this fucking amazing—is far and away too good for you to do anything else: you grab her hips, fuck hard and fast into Miyeon’s sopping cunt, and on a thrust deep and unrelenting, you let go. You can barely even register the way your cock pulsates, firing shot after shot into her tight hole.

Miyeon’s still stuttering and gasping for breath when she feels your cum pool inside her. Even like this, wracked, writhing, and barely held together, she’s breathtaking.

“God, fuck, it’s so good,” she cries out, face still spun in pleasure, in ecstasy, feeling you spill more and more inside her. “Can feel you cumming so much, daddy.”

And that’s how you stay, pouring want and jittery contentment into the air by way of your ragged breathing alone, for the remainder of the minute, the hour, what ultimately ends up feeling far too short. 

Her knees buckle and if you weren’t still pressing bruises into her hips, she’d sink to the floor, a hot mess, a real meltdown of a girl. So she remains right where she is as you soften slowly inside of her, until she has to nudge you off. And as you finally pull out, there’s cum still leaking from your slit, and you catch a glimpse of more leaking out from between her soft, reddened thighs, just a few drops that land on the floor, enough to make something inside you tighten with want.

You kiss her one last time, and say, “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

-

“You need to come up with a better excuse than I needed to get fucked for when you show up like you are to costume,” you say a few minutes later, dabbing at Miyeon’s forehead with a handtowel. “They won’t be too thrilled with me messing up their handiwork.”

Miyeon leans forward in your lap, reaching around your shoulders and placing kisses into the broad shape of your shoulder. “I love the way you mess me up.”

You almost open your mouth again, to lodge a complaint, but nothing comes out.

(You’ve long avoided looking backward, the introspective stuff, the kind of thinking that makes your heart begin to ache in all sorts and manners of cliche. It’s difficult to look straight at the image, to take it in all at once—so full of regret and missed chances.

But for the first time in as long as you can remember, you believe in the things you’re afraid to say. As though you’re more than the weight of all your memories, that the darkness can remind you of where light can be. This is not the end of you, you remember, this is the beginning.

As though you fell so you could land next to her.)

-

It hits you in the middle of a workday. Nothing cathartic or dramatic about it like you’ve come to expect. Dramatic lighting, theatrical score, the meticulous scripting from a team of writers—there’s none of that; which is how you know it’s real.

Miyeon’s watching herself on the monitor. 

And there’s a part of it, you’ve come to understand, that never quite goes away, like listening to how your voice plays back on a recording, the uncertainty, those pangs of doubt—but you wonder, if perhaps, Miyeon can manage to enthrall and captivate even the greatest cynic, quiet her own insecurities and enchant even herself. She nods every now and again, wets her lips with her tongue when she hears her delivery, and furrows her brow. 

It’s not like that.

The sort of girl whose kisses can spin straw to gold—taste of liquor when she’s not even had any to drink—Cassis, juniper berries, gumdrops, sugar cane and molasses, all soft and steamy and sugary sweet. Quote, unquote. That’s what you said.

Don’t—

Please look at me when I tell you I love you. Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed, you will never be lovelier than you are now, we will never be here again.

The whole studio is watching it: the triumph of your lips on hers, holding her softly and kissing her like if you closed your fingers she might shatter into a million pieces. All they did was hold the camera, and it saw what it saw.

Miyeon looks at you, rubs your knuckles with her thumb and says, “you don’t like it.”

Something’s off.

“You think we need one more take?”

(It doesn’t really make sense—the fact that you can’t put a finger on it is bothering you more than anything else. It’s clean, perfect even; smells like a swimming pool: a bleached sea salt, a flower with chemical petals; and not in a good way. Looked at from another perspective, the scene is just as it’s written, as it was rehearsed, but you’re hesitating. And you don’t know why.)

“You think we need one more,” Miyeon says again, inquisitive.

You make a face, and Miyeon squeezes your fingers.

“Yeah. Okay. You think we need one more.”

“I suppose,” you say mildly, “if it’s not too much of a hassle.”

It’s not as simple as that. At least the way you see it. It rarely is. A better guy could probably recognize what it is you’re feeling and put it into words, but you are not a better guy. Spend too much time living on the words of characters and in the confines of a scene, you start to lose sense of the bigger picture. There’s you—outside of the frame, strangely unfamiliar at times, unknowable right now. There’s Miyeon, and she’s not just gorgeous and perfect like everyone knows her to be; she’s gorgeous and perfect to you.

“Here’s what I think,” Miyeon starts, staring straight through you, a pulsing rush of longing—the whisper, irresistible, magic that could make the sanest man go mad. You just want to hear me say I love you one more time.

Everyone’s eyes are glued to the monitors, witness to the story that is you and her, but you’re looking at Miyeon, directly at her, for once not even lost in the details—simply lost in everything, like a stone down a well. It does scare you. That of all things, she might be right.

-

The incident, as it will later be known, is more realistically a sequence of events, but no one has ever been interested in anything other than how it ends. 

(It's always the changes we don’t ask for that change everything.)

There are just a handful of scenes and shots that need to be filmed on location on an island in the Maldives, one that is just about everything you’ve grown to resent. Garishly extravagant resort, beaches of white sand so combed and manicured they yearn to be trampled, and the only locals in sight are either changing sheets or caked up in makeup and hanging around the hotel bar from the twilight hours of the evening and into the early morning. A real lovely place, you admit, maybe you’ll come back never.

It’s as if the universe cashes in on your bad karma all at once via the series of unfortunate events: your flight’s delayed, a storm turns a three hour layover into a two day nightmare, your bags get lost. And the moment you step onto the tarmac, the heat punches you right in the gut, and upon curling over in defeat, the humidity figures it’ll kick you right in the head—this all, by the way, before you find out the air conditioning in your room is fucked beyond repair and the hotel staff have no interest in helping you fix it.

When a series of mistakes has you shooting a scene over and over until you’re pretty sure it’s fruitless—that the exhaustion has brought you to your knees—you quickly find yourself starting to slip.

Miyeon’s standing next to the director, watching the scene playback, and hearing her say, “that’s better,” while everything that could ever go wrong in the history of linear time is happening is the best part of this whole debacle, if anything, for its raw comedic value.

The absolute worst of it, however, is the gaggle of bumbling entertainment journalists (the lowest of the low) following in the production’s wake. There’s a lot a ground to cover: the movie’s nearing completion, the premieres, the fact that everyone thinks you’re screwing Miyeon, the fact that you actually are—

How has working with your co-stars, Miyeon in particular, bettered your understanding of what it means to be an actor? The insinuation, if it’s even an undertone enough to call it that, you do find insulting.

Though it’s hardly the question that trips you up. It’s trifling. And when you force a smile, everyone takes your pandering at face value. Now whether it’s out of envy, confusion, plain old cynicism, possibly a mixture of the three, or just because the part of your brain associated with temperance and self control is melting at the current head index of a million and two, is unclear.

But you fuck up.

It’s under your breath, out of the corner of your mouth. It’s not even directed at anyone in particular. The challenge here—the thing that will come to ruin you in about one media cycle—is that the damn microphone clipped to your shirt is still absolutely live, and it’s broadcasting every thought that should stay quiet:

Acting? From Miyeon? Hah. Swallowing cum maybe… but acting?

You fuck up bad.

#miyeon smut #gidle smut #yuqi smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #male reader #idol x male reader

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(G)-Idle Yuqi x Male reader

Words: 4175 req: @dav1233555

The deafening screams and cheers of the fans were still ringing in Yuqi's ears as she finally staggered off stage, her members similarly buzzing with adrenaline energy around her. 

But despite the adrenaline still pumping through her blood, the person on Yuqi's mind in this moment wasn't one of her G-IDLE members, or even her fans...it was him - her boyfriend who she hadn't seen in months thanks to their conflicting schedules and due to her world tour.

She had resigned herself to their usual lengthy separation after shows, only able to stay connected through short, delayed phone calls and video chats. It was the new normal when you both had demanding careers in different countries. But then yesterday he texted, out of the blue that he flew out and would be at this Seoul show to surprise her, and Yuqi hadn't stopped smiling since.

Weaving through the organised backstage chaos, she scanned the crowds of staff urgently, not even bothering to change yet. Where was he? Her stomach fluttered with a mixture of anxiety and nerves. What if she misunderstood and he wasn't actually...

And then she spotted him - leaning casually against a concrete wall looking unfairly hot in dark jeans and a black tshirt that hugged his tall, bulky frame. He was watching her approach with that smile she had missed for months, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners like a crescent moon  and her heart skips several beats.

"Oh my god!, you're actually here!" Yuqi squealed, launching herself at him recklessly. Strong arms caught her, spinning her in a circle as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was dimly aware of people probably staring, but she didn't care one bit.  Laughing, he set her down gently. "Of course I'm here baby! You didn't think I would miss your show in Seoul did you?" His large hands lingered on her hips, thumbs just barely grazing the strip of bare skin between her “tank top” and leather pants.

"Ahem!" 

The unexpected loud throat clearing jolted them back to semi-coherent reality. Breaking apart awkwardly, Yuqi felt her cheeks flame as she met the dancing backup singer's amused smirk. Whoops. 

"Maybe we should continue this somewhere more private?" Y/N suggested, equally red if not more but his eyes still heated. Yuqi quickly agreed, grabbing his hand to lead him away before they scared any other staff members.

They bid goodbye to her members, who sent them off with eyebrow waggles and whistles. Soyeon made some cheeky comment about using protection that Yuqi pointedly ignored. There were more important things on the brain right now, like fucking her boyfriend into the next life….

The sexually charged tension from earlier snapped back instantly once alone in the car. Yuqi just couldn't keep her hands to herself - after being deprived of his touch for so long, she desperately needed to feel him. Starting innocently on his thigh, her hand wandered higher each red light, loving his sharp inhales when she "accidentally" touched the front of his jeans.

"Fuck..." he choked out, grabbing her wrist before she made contact. "Behave, unless you want me to wreck this rental..." 

Yuqi just bit her swollen bottom lip, eyes dancing, this was going to be fun...

By some miracle they arrived at her apartment intact. They barely shut the front door before crashing together again like magnets. Clothes disappeared rapidly between sloppy kisses. His shirt hit the floor, followed by her half-zipped leather pants stumbling down the hall. Falling sideways onto the unmade bed finally skin to skin, all remaining rational thoughts out the window. 

Propping himself up on one elbow, he allowed himself a long appreciative look at the gorgeous naked woman before him. From her flushed face and kiss-bitten lips, over smooth collar bones to perky round tits peaked in lust, down the feminine curve of her waist to those sexy black lace panties...

His heated gaze snapped back up to meet her own wandering one, catching her shamelessly ogling the bulge in his tented boxers. He smirked.

"Enjoying the view, baby?" 

"Mmhmm..." Yuqi purred, shifting closer until her lips just barely grazed the shell of his ear. 

"Though I think you're still a bit overdressed down there..." 

Not needing any further encouragement, she wrapped one delicate hand around his considerable length through the thin fabric - hard as steel and already leaking in anticipation. Groaning, his head dropped back against the sheets at that first tantalising contact.

"Fuck, I missed you," he grit out. Surging up to capture her grinning lips again, he kissed her deeply, tongues sliding. His hands slid down to grip her lace-covered ass, hauling her tighter against him until she could feel every hard ridge of cock. 

Breaking their heated lip-lock with a gasp as one thick finger slipped unexpectedly under those panties to drag through her slick folds, Yuqi's eyes fluttered closed. 

"Oh yes, just like that..."

Easily sliding first one, then a second digit into her welcoming heat, he watched in a haze as she began to slowly fuck herself on his hand. Shoving those same fingers upwards, he simultaneously rubbed her swollen clit, smirking when her inner walls instantly clenched tighter at the dual sensations. 

"Fuck baby you're dripping...Can't wait to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock again." The gravelly words against her ear made a more slick gush, drenching his pumping fingers. 

"Mmm what's...ah!...stopping you?" She managed to gasp out between moans. The delicious tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core, right on the brink...

And then suddenly, maddeningly he withdrew his fingers. Snapping her eyes open, she whined in frustrated protest - but then caught the positively horny glint in his hooded gaze. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly, deliberately brought those slick fingers to his mouth. A deep groan rumbled in his broad chest as he licked them clean of her juices.

"Mm delicious as always, baby. But it would be a damn shame if this ended too quickly..." 

With unfair ease he flipped them so she was on her back, caged between strong arms. Reflexively Yuqi spread her legs in blatant invitation, aching and empty. But instead of lining himself up, he shifted downwards. Large hands pushed her thighs further apart, baring her glistening pussy. 

"I think you deserve a reward first for that killer show tonight..." 

Yuqi barely processed his husky promise before she felt the soft heat of his tongue drag firmly from her leaking entrance up to circle her aching clit. 

"Oh fuck!" Her fingers instantly tangled almost painfully in his hair, hips bucking. Humming approvingly at her reaction, he gripped her waist with steely strength to hold her still. 

"Been way too fucking long since I got to properly taste this pretty pussy..."

Then he dove back in with shameless enthusiasm, alternating broad licks with tight circles concentrated right around her swollen clit. Yuqi saw literal stars behind her clenched eyelids. When he sealed his lips around that straining bundle of nerves to suck firmly, she nearly convulsed right off the bed. 

"Yes yes yes just like that oppa!" she heard herself babbling mindlessly. The filthy endearment she knew drove him wild always slipped out unfiltered in moments like this. As expected, his answering groan reverberated straight to her clenching core. So close...

But once again, just before she toppled over the cliff's edge into oblivion, he stopped. Sitting back on his heels with a smug grin that she wanted to slap off his handsome face. 

"Fucking TEASE!" she accused in a breathless whine, chest heaving as she kicked his chest gently. His chuckle came out strained, cock visibly throbbing almost angrily behind those damned boxers.

"Now now, watch that naughty mouth babygirl..." He mock scolded. When she just scowled, he arched an eyebrow. 

"What do good girls say?"

Huffing at the game but deciding to play along, Yuqi relaxed back against the sheets, letting her thighs fall open in unmistakable invitation. Biting her lower lip coyly, she met his darkening gaze through her lashes. 

"Please make me cum with your cock oppa..." she whispered. 

His lips crashed back to hers roughly. "That's my good girl," he rasped when they finally broke for air. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingertip bruises, he guided his painfully swollen length through her slick folds before sinking into her sloppy heat. Their twin groans echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuckkk you feel even better than I remember baby," he praised through gritted teeth, buried to the hilt inside her silken pussy. Restraint evident in every quivering muscle, he gave her a moment to adjust while she revelled at having this part of him back where he belonged. 

Propping himself up on forearms braced on either side of her head, he began a slow retreat. Their heated gazes locked, both holding breath...Only to gasp it back out sharply as he snapped his hips forward, filling her completely again. Yuqi saw literal stars at the perfect angle dragging along her g-spot.

"Oh yes, just like that oppa!" 

Needing no further encouragement he quickly built an aggressive rhythm - almost  brutal snap of his hips punctuated by the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin. Interspersed with their mingling moans and curses were wet noises from her sopping pussy greedily swallowing every vein-lined inch again and again. 

Fingers tangling almost too-tightly in her fanned black hair, he claimed her bitten lips in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. Breaking away with a gravelly groan, his head dropped to mouth wetly at the slender column of her arched throat. 

"Fuck you take me so well Yuyu... Gonna make you cum so hard on my cock." 

She could only mewl affirmatively, nails raking red trails down his flexing back at each punishing plunge. Tilting her hips up sharply, she eagerly met his every thrust, inner tension coiling impossibly tight. So fucking close...

Sensing her impending release, he shifted angles - somehow hitting even deeper. One large hand left her hair to slip between their sweat-slick bodies, fingers instantly finding her neglected clit to rub hard, fast circles in time with his pounding hips.

"Be a good girl and cum for oppa..." he commanded, pinching the swollen nub ruthlessly. That bit of pain/pleasure pushed her shrieking over the edge - cunt spasming violently around his relentless cock still hammering into her throughout the endless pulses of ecstasy. 

Vision whiting out, Yuqi was only vaguely aware of his gravelly praises murmured against her temple as she slowly floated back down. 

"So fucking gorgeous when you cum baby..." 

She mewled when he carefully withdrew his still rock-hard length, her sensitive walls fluttering around sudden emptiness. But he kept her thighs cradled open, massaging the trembling muscles soothingly. 

"Think you can give me another sweet girl?" His cock prodded just barely back inside her sopping entrance, teasing them both. Still breathing hard, Yuqi managed to nod eagerly. 

"Want you...to cum inside me next," she affirmed huskily. That lusty glint returning tenfold, he surged back into her welcoming heat with a loud groan. 

"Fuck yes... Take this cock just like that."

Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, nails biting in with each pleasurable drag along her sensitised walls. When he made to pull out again, she locked her ankles behind his thrusting ass - keeping him buried balls deep. 

Breaking their messy kiss with an approving chuckle, he carefully flipped them without severing their intimate connection. Now straddling his hips, Yuqi braced both hands on his chiselled chest as she began working her still-trembling thighs to ride him. Slowly at first, loving the delicious stretch of her stuffed pussy around his girth. 

But soon she built up eager speed, tits jiggling wildly with each rise and fall. His large hands anchored bruisingly on her waist, guiding each slick slide along his entire length. The lewd sound of their coupling filled the room.

"Fuck yes, just like that Yu. Ride my cock..." One hand left her hip to roughly palm a bouncing tit, pinching her tightened peak. Whimpering as sparks shot straight down, she ground her hips tighter. So deep... Chasing that peak again she slipped one hand between them, finding her swollen clit and rubbing urgent circles around the sensitive nub. 

Imminent orgasm rolled hot at her core for the second time. Leaning down without losing rhythm, her lips found his ear. 

"M'close again oppa," she panted, clenching teasingly along his thickness. "I want you to fill me up with your cum..." 

His answering groan sounded pained, cock jerking inside her. His bruising grip yanked her down hard once, twice more before she felt the hot pulses of his release coat her fluttering inner walls. That sensation tipped her over too - cunt spasming erratically around him, drawing out every drop as she moaned her climax. 

Chests heaving, Yuqi collapsed against him, their mixed juices already seeping onto his thighs. His softening cock slipped free and she hummed at the loss. Propping up slightly to meet his dazed eyes, she deliberately dragged two fingers through the slippery combination of their orgasms before bringing them to her puffy lips. Maintaining eye contact, she licked them clean with a tiny moan.

"Mmm delicious oppa." Ignoring his halfhearted swat for her teasing, she giggled against his neck placatingly. 

After a few moments catching their breath, he gently manoeuvred her Jello-like limbs off him towards the bathroom. Under the warm spray he carefully cleaned every inch of her thoroughly used body himself. The loving tenderness made Yuqi's chest squeeze almost painfully. She wished they could stay in this little bubble together indefinitely, ignoring the outside world...

But eventually prune-like fingers made them move from the cooling water. Towelling off, Yuqi noticed the mess of clothes still thrown haphazardly from front door to bed. Slipping into his discarded tshirt like a micro dress, she padded towards the kitchen to whip up some food. 

They cooked a simple pasta dish together, conversation flowing easily about everything and nothing. His arms wrapped around her from behind while tomatoes simmered or noodles boiled, chin hooking casually over her shoulder. Unable to resist, Yuqi tilted her head giving him access to nip and suck marks along the curve of her neck. Things nearly got derailed onto the kitchen floor at one point. 

Later stuffed full of oily pasta, they collapsed sideways on her couch not even bothering to get dressed yet. Half paying attention to some drama rerun, Yuqi drew nonsensical patterns across his bare chest with a fingernail. The occasional rumble of his laughter vibrated against her cheek where it lay tucked under his arm. Everything just felt so right. 

As the moonlight fading towards early sunrise outside though, reality began creeping back in. Stomach sinking, Yuqi realised she had no idea how long they actually had left together before...

"When does your flight leave?" She tried to keep her tone light despite the sudden ache blooming behind her ribs. His sigh ruffled her hair. 

"9am." Glancing at her phone screen, she calculated barely 5 hours now remained in their little haven. Sensing her mood shift, he hugged her tighter against his side. 

"It's not goodbye forever though, okay Yuyu? I'll visit again as soon as I can get more time off work, I promise. We'll figure this out." 

Still she had to bite her lip hard to keep sudden tears at bay. Sucking in a deep breath, she sat up abruptly before the dark thoughts could take hold. Grabbing his hand off her waist, she fixed a cheeky grin on her face.

"Well no point moping about it now huh? We've still got a few hours left to enjoy!" Not giving him a chance to react, she dragged him stumbling back towards the rumpled bed, already shrugging his oversized tee off one shoulder...

Over the next hours they proceeded to make more thorough use of every surface of her apartment, switching positions and places continuously. By silent mutual agreement, they didn't speak about his leave again, choosing to stay locked in each other's eyes or connected by roaming mouths and hands instead. Committing every muffled moan and pleasured gasp to memory for the next lonely stretch that loomed ahead.

All too soon however, the dreaded alarm on her phone shrilly announced it was time. A heavy silence surrounded the bedroom where they lay tangled up, hearts still racing from their last frantic fuckery not even 10 minutes prior. 

As if putting it off could somehow stop the inevitable, they lingered longer under the sheets sharing soft, slow kisses. But his return flight wouldn't wait, responsibilities in another country calling insistently. So finally with a deep sigh he untangled their limbs and rose to gather scattered clothes. Yuqi couldn't bring herself to move yet, just watching silently with the sheet held over her bare boobs. 

Once dressed, her Y/N, sat back on the edge of the mattress, fingers combing gently through her tangled hair. 

"Come on baby, don't look at me like that," he cajoled softly. "This isn't forever, just a few more months."

Yuqi bit her lip, trying and failing to force a smile. His warm palm cupped her cheek, thumb swiping away a stray tear before it could fall. 

"Promise you'll video chat me the minute you land?" she asked in a small voice. He smiled gently. 

"Of course. And I'll be back to visit again before you know it." Ducking his head, he kissed her tenderly. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away for too long."

A moment passes as they stare at each others eyes, lost, "I love you, you know..." The whispered words blurt out before she could second guess them. It was the first time either had actually voiced the emotion out loud. His answering smile practically lit up the room.

"I love you too," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing. Happiness bubbled up Yuqi's chest and she dragged him down into a slick kiss. 

Too soon though, her phone alarm blared again, signalling it was time to depart for the airport. With a reluctant sigh he gently extracted her clinging limbs from around his shoulders. 

"C'mon baby, don't make this harder," he chided without any real heat. Shouldering his backpack, he kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist as they made their way out to the idling taxi. The ride passed in near silence, her hand clinging almost desperately to his larger one the whole way.

At the busy terminal, he checked his bag through to the gate before turning to properly say goodbye. Yuqi fiddled anxiously with the hem of his shirt hanging around her thighs - the nearest thing to a security blanket for when he was gone. Sensing her distress, he tucked a knuckle under her chin, tipping her face up.

"Hey, no more tears okay? This is just see you later." lowering his head he kissed her sweetly. When they separated, Yuqi took a deep breath and fixed a teasing pout on her face. 

"Fine. But you better keep your promise to video chat me the minute you land, mister." She accentuated the warning with a playful poke to his chest. He barked out a laugh.

"Yes ma'am. Though with the time difference it might be pretty late."

"Don't care," Yuqi insisted stubbornly. "I'll keep my phone volume all the way up. I expect your handsome face on my screen bright and early." 

Overhead the boarding call for his flight crackled through the intercom. Glancing regretfully towards his gate, her boyfriend swept her into one last rib-creaking hug. 

"Last chance to cram me into your suitcase," Yuqi mumbled into his shoulder lamely. His body shook against hers with another sad chuckle. 

"Tempting. But I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to airport security not to mention your members and company." Pulling back, he kissed her forehead lingeringly. "Get home safe baby. I'll call you as soon as I land, I promise."

Nodding, not trusting her voice anymore, Yuqi stepped back out of his embrace. Their joined hands clung together a heartbeat longer before finally slipping free. With one last devastating smile over his shoulder, her boyfriend handed the gate attendant his ticket and disappeared down the boarding tunnel. 

Shoulders slumping, Yuqi slowly meandered her way back out of the airport in a daze, thankfully no one recognized her this early in the morning. She kept glancing instinctively for his tall figure every few yards before the painful reality sank in all over again that he was really gone. The taxi ride back home felt endless, bottom lip raw and bitten between her teeth against the threat of more tears escaping. 

By the time she let herself back into her empty, too-quiet apartment, eyes burning with exhaustion, the glowing screen of her phone read nearly 1 pm stilll no message yet, but she hadn't really expected one. With the lengthy flight plus time difference, it would probably be hours still until he landed and made it through customs. 

Curling up in the centre of her big, cold bed, Yuqi clutched one of his leftover shirts that still smelled faintly of his cologne. She forced her eyes closed, willing sleep to come and temporarily dull the hollow ache in her chest. 

Sometime later she gradually registered the buzz of vibration and a familiar ringtone. Bolting upright, heart suddenly racing, she fumbled to accept the call - not even bothering to check the time. His gorgeous, rumpled face filled the video screen, baseball cap pulled low and flashing that killer sleepy smile. 

"Hey you," he greeted warmly. "Told you I'd call."

"I didn't actually think you'd manage it tonight, isn't it like 3am there or something?" Yuqi asked, unable to keep from mirroring his smile. He shrugged, stifling a yawn. 

"Yeah about that. But I missed you already so I didn't wanna wait 'til morning." 

Her heart swelled two sizes, previous gloom vanishing. They stayed on video chat for nearly an hour just catching each other up and chatting aimlessly. More than once she caught him yawning widely or eyes drifting closed before snapping back alert. 

"Okay babe I better let you get some sleep," Yuqi finally relented, taking pity on his obvious jet lag. He started to protest but she cut him off. "We can talk more later after you get a nap. I'm not going anywhere." 

Nodding reluctantly he blew her a silly kiss through the screen. "Sweet dreams beautiful. Talk to you in a few hours."

Ending the call, Yuqi fell back against her pillows feeling lighter than she had any right to. Nothing had really changed - they were still continents apart just like before. But hearing his voice again and seeing him settle safely back into his own bed made the looming separation more bearable somehow. Snuggling back under the sheet that still smelled faintly of his cologne, she drifted easily off to sleep herself.

Over the next weeks they fell into a familiar routine - daily phone calls or video chats when their schedules aligned, occasional cute selfies or candid snaps throughout work days. The time difference made things tricky but they made it work. 

During one such call about a month later, Yuqi was in the middle of recounting some silly prank Minnie had pulled on Soojin when she noticed him start to shift restlessly. 

"Babe are you even still listening?" she accused, one eyebrow raised. 

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry you just...distracted me for a sec," he mumbled, cheeks faintly flushed.

"Oh really? What could possibly be more interesting than my story?" Yuqi challenged.

Clearing his throat, he gave her an uncharacteristically shy smile. "That shirt you're wearing is just really familiar…”

Glancing down, she realised with a start she had subconsciously thrown on his oversized tee that she'd stolen, the hem hitting mid-thigh as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Suddenly she matched his blush.

"Oh! I guess I just grabbed it without thinking when I got dressed earlier..." She trailed off, teeth catching her lower lip. An inviting heat entered her boyfriend's gaze, making her stomach swoop deliciously. 

"Mm I like it," he says nodding . "Maybe flip the camera down and give me a little spin? Remind me what I'm missing..." His voice dropped lower and Yuqi suppressed a shiver...

a/n; not really a fan of gidle, also havent seen any content other than their music so this might be a little... off, sorry about that lol, tho hope u enjoy

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[httpsyeons]

Hi! Can i request overstimulating g!p Yuqi by riding her until she’s shooting blanks. Thanks!

⭑ — a helping hand : song yuqi x fem!reader

☆ a/n : whiny overstimulated yuqi is my favorite ever

☆ warnings : smut. g!p yuqi. overstimulation. blowjob. slight praise kink. slightly dom reader. sub yuqi. yuqi is called puppy. hung yuqi. yuqi being shy about her size. written under the cut!

☆ word count : 1.5k

“A-Are you sure about this?”

Yuqi is so cute. Tentatively asking you with her little puppy eyes, while you’re cupping your hand over her length through her boy shorts and rubbing there. It’s such a sharp contrast, one that makes you crazy with arousal.

“I’m positive, puppy.” You chuckle, squeezing her stiff cock softly and watching as she closes her eyes with a soft moan. You hands rub up to the hem of her shorts, hooking your fingers there softly. “Now, let’s take these off. Shall we?”

Yuqi hums faintly in response, feeling you pull her shorts and underwear down until they’re hooked around her ankles, her erect cock is coming up, hitting her stomach slightly due to her length. Your tongue juts out to wet your lips, and Yuqi shyly opens her eyes.

Her hand comes to palm slightly at her dick, her movements incredibly soft and bashful. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks that only grows heavier as the moments pass. “Don’t stare..” Yuqi murmurs.

She’s always been conscious about her length. However, she’s not small, by any means. No, Yuqi is actually quite long, and thick. Her cock having a few veins here and there. The tip being almost as flushed as her face.

You suppress a grin. Your puppy is so cute. Then, your hand comes forward and shoos hers away, teasing your fingers across her cocks head. Yuqi whimpers, her big round eyes pleading with you to do more. Who are you to deny your puppy?

Your hand softly wraps around her, running down her length and back up in a soft pump. "O-okay," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly as she bit her lower lip nervously. Her heart raced faster than it should have, and not just because of what you were doing to her. No, there was something else about your presence that made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. It wasn't exactly nervousness or anxiety, but rather a mix of excitement and anticipation.

She wiggled her hips subtly, pushing her ass against your crotch more confidently now. "Tell me, is it... enough?" she managed to croak out, her voice cracking ever so slightly. Despite being asked directly, she couldn't bring herself to look straight at you.

“Hm?” You chuckle, coming back up to the tip of her cock and swirling the leaking precum there. “Oh, you’re more than enough, puppy. It’s perfect.”

Yuqi’s cock throbbed against her belly, leaking clear precum in anticipation of what was to come. She bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting the urge to moan or beg for more. Instead, she managed a shaky giggle. "Really? You... like it?"

“Mhm,” You hum, smiling softly as your hands come up to push your hair back slightly. And then, while you looked up at Yuqi through her lashes, you slowly brought your head down, wrapping your mouth around her cock softly.

Yuqi let out a soft moan, unable to contain herself anymore as your warm, wet tongue wrapped around the sensitive head of her cock. She arched her hips involuntarily, thrusting slightly into your awaiting mouth. "Oh god..." she panted, closing her eyes tightly as you continued to pleasure her in ways she hadn't thought possible with someone else.

She reached out to steady herself on the bedpost, her knees weak from desire. Closing her eyes tightly, she let herself succumb to the sensations coursing through her veins. Her hand grabbed onto your shirt, gripping it tightly as if that connection grounded her even slightly.

Bobbing your head up and down, you take more and more of her cock in, until she’s whining and softly bucking her hips up and stuffing her cock deep down your throat. Feeling the constrictions and the way your wet tongue envelops her, god it drives your puppy crazy.

“P-Please..” She whines, her hands moving to hold your head. “Y-Y/n..”

Applying a small sucking motion for a few seconds, you pull off with a pop after getting her cock nice and wet for you. “You’re okay, baby.” You coo, your hand coming back forward to stroke her.

"Yes, I'm fine," she panted, her voice shaking with desire. Her chest heaved rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath while you teased her sensitive flesh. "More... please..." She begged softly, unable to resist the temptation anymore.

“Im getting there baby,” You chuckle, standing off the bed briefly and reaching down. You slowly shimmy out of your pants and your underwear, getting back on the bed.

Yuqi swallows, moving forward- but you gently push her back against the bedframe. She looks at you confused. “Nu-uh,” You shake your head. “I’m riding you.”

She barely has time to gasp, as your hands gently move onto her shoulders. Your hips lift and Yuqi watches in awe, her cute puppy eyes looking up and down from your eyes to your pussy as you align yourself with her flushed tip. And then, slowly, you push down.

A whine immediately leaves Yuqi as you take her in. She shivers and reaches forward to grab your hips, helping you slide down. “Fuck,” She whimpers. “So..so tight..”

You bite back your moans, feeling determined to take all of you girlfriend in. When you’re about halfway, Yuqi looks up to you with those adorable puppy eyes. She’s silently pleading for even more as your pussy clamps around her dick. Finally, with one last slam, you sit fully in her cock. A long moan leaves you, and Yuqi grips your hips- a bit of more precum spirting softly out of the tip of her cock.

“Fuh…” She breathes out shakily. “Fuck..d-don’t move- too much..”

But you’re dead set on moving. Rolling your hips once, you lift up a bit and then sit back on her cock, watching her whimper and come forward. Her head rests right under your jaw as she whimpers. “B-Babe-”

“Shh..” You hush, lifting again. “You’re such a good puppy, Yuqi..”

A long whine, mixed with a deep moan, leaves your girl. She trembles, pressing her nails into your hips. “Oh god..”

Her cock is so sensitive. Your warm, tight walls clung to it desperately, sliding up and down and making her whimper out more and more. She was so cute, pressing into your neck and shaking as you began to slowly ride her. Her breathe warmed your neck, her pants feeling erotic against your skin.

Your pace was slow at first, for Yuqi’s sake. But as the time went by, you began to speed up until the sound of your hips hitting down against Yuqi’s filled the room. She whined and moaned to you, her cock twitching again and again inside of you. She was going to cum soon, and you could feel it.

Her tip brushed your womb tentatively with each movement you made, and tentatively Yuqi thrust a bit more in- just enough to practically kiss your womb. She whimpered. “Baby- gonna- cum-” It was a strangled mess of words, your puppy wrapping her arms around your waist as she helped you by thrusting her hips up softly.

“Mmph, good puppy..” You purr, tapping her hip.

Yuqi whimpers and thrusts in again, and suddenly her warm cum is squirting deep into your wound. And Yuqi is moaning, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing against your neck.

But you don’t stop. You keep moving your hips up and down, sliding your pudding on her cock. Her cum leaks out the sides, and she groans. “B-Baby- Wait-”

She groans again, the stimulation is incredible. Her hips tremble and shake, as you speed up. “Good puppy,” You coo. “Filling me up nicely..”

“P-Please,” Yuqi whimpered, her hips subconsciously thrusting despite the aching in her cock. A few small spurts of cum manage to make their way out, but it’s hardly anything. “H-Have nothing left to give-”

You shush here softly, squeezing her shoulders as you continue to ride her aching cock. She groans and presses her face closer into your neck. “T-Too much-” Her cock twitches and she whines. The feeling is both euphoric and painful as she shakes against you.

With your own high approaching, you slam a little harder on her cock. “Nnngh- Shit..!” She thrusts up against you, but there’s nothing left. Her cock twitches and its like she’s cumming but there’s nothing coming out. She just whimpers and whines, squeezing your hips desperately. “B-Baby please-”

As she ‘cums’ your own hits you, and you moan hard- whimpering and shaking. “G-Good puppy, good girl.”

Yuqi whines and leans to nibble slightly on your shoulder, her breath heavy and ragged. “I- I’ve never..we always-” She panted. “N-Nothing left..”

“It’s okay, baby.” You mumble, panting yourself as you slowly slide off of her cock. Yuqi squeezes her eyes shut and helps you off. Her cock lays half-hard against her stomach. She pants, looking up to the ceiling.

Your smile grows softly as you lean back too, looking to her. Your pretty little puppy.

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

Hi can I request a yuqi from gidle x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a while and after a concert reader takes her out to eat then when they get back home they have fluffy sex then take a shower together then when he wakes up the next morning she’s cooking breakfast in his shirt

A/N: This is it, my first male!reader fic. I hope you like it, I know it took me a while but it was mostly due to my exams😭.

Light My Fire

CW: m!reader x Yuqi, slight smut, some fluff, nsfw

You watched in awe as your girlfriend put on a performance of a lifetime, singing and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. That’s how she always performed but you always felt just as awestruck as the first time you watched her perform. You whooped and applauded with the crowd and a few songs later, the show was done. It was quite short by a Kpop concert standard but you preferred it this way. So you could spend some time after the show with her as well since she wouldn’t be too tired.

You had a nice dinner reservation and wanted to treat her. Usually, Yuqi liked to treat you and besides its not exactly easy to make a dinner date a big surprise or special when your partner is a superstar but you try your best and being the sweet girl she is, she always seems over the moon even over the smallest of things you do for her.

Nevertheless, you meet her backstage where she is already ready to go and greets you with a hug.

“Did you like the-”, she begins but you’ve memorized her questions through previous experiences.

“Yes it was amazing. Yes you looked really pretty and hot. No, I didn’t look at any other girls. And yes I have something planned for us.”, you interrupt her with small smilie, answering all the questions she was going to ask before she even had a chance to ask them.

She looked at you blankly for a few seconds before pouting but ended up almost immediately laughing and giving you a gentle push, “so annoying”.

You chuckled, “Come on let’s go, we don’t wanna be late.”

It didn’t take too long to reach the restaurant, about 20 minutes, you both were discussing the concert and seeing some of the clips people had posted online. Dinner wasn’t too fancy but you both liked it regardless and soon after you reached home.

The two of you on the couch, Yuqi resting her head on your shoulder, she traced imaginary lines on your chest and you both cuddled for a while in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Then out of nowhere, she kissed you once. And then again. Pulling back after a few seconds and staring at you longingly. You felt your heartbeat quicken and leaned in slowly and she did the same.

As you both leaned in and began to kiss, it quickly turned into a full on make out session and pretty soon Yuqi was tugging on your clothes trying to take them off. You did the same and pretty soon, well not exactly soon. It took a few minutes for you both to be exposed because neither of you were willing to stop kissing to undress. Only after excessive tugging at each others clothes did you two eventually give in for a few moments.

Soon after, you found yourself on your back with Yuqi on top of you, her hands on your chest, breathing heavily, riding you slowly. You placed your hands at her hips and watched as she gracefully began to ride you.

This continued for a few minutes before Yuqi removed your hands from her hips and instead pinned them to either side of your head and leaned in kissing you hungrily while also grinding sensually.

The two of you just couldn’t get enough of each other, staring at each other with love, lust, longing and kissing every few moments. A few minutes later, you both felt your releases approaching rapidly.

“Yuqi….”, you say sighing, letting her know your close.

She said nothing and grabbing your face with both hands and kissing you passionately while you wrapped your hands around her back as she began to grind faster. You couldn’t help yourself either, your hips buckling as you began to thrust upwards as well, trying to be in rhythm with her movements.

Soon after, you felt the pressure build up and eventually got your release, sighing hard into a kiss while Yuqi squeezed your face tightly, shuddering slightly while she got hers.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments while your highs slowly faded. Taking a deep breath, Yuqi shifted and moved to the side, resting her head on your chest, an arm wrapped around you.

You take a deep breath and sigh, trying to relax when suddenly Yuqi grabs your hand and tries drag you up.

“Give me a minute”, you try to protest feeling comfortable and sleepy.

“Ah hah!”, she frowns, “No, you’ll sleep. Come with me!”.

“I just did”, you say cheekily, your eyes closed.

“Fine, do as you like, I’m going to shower so your loss”, she replies back triumphantly, knowing you’ll give in.

You kiss your teeth and groan loudly while stretching knowing you can’t miss this chance and get up in one swift move, following Yuqi with your hands on her shoulders,leaning your head at the back of hers.

As you both enter the shower, the next dilemma starts, you like cold showers but didn’t want one right now because of how sleepy you were feeling while Yuqi likes hot showers but wanted to take a cold one because she wanted you to stay awake so you both could cuddle.

Both of you understood each other’s intentions almost immediately and reached for the shower valve together.

“It’s okay, I got it Yuqi”, you say unconvincingly with a smile.

“What are you talking about?”, Yuqi says mischievously.

Neither of you budges, and you both just smile at each other until you decide to take a risk. You let go of the valve and without warning begin to tickle Yuqi who couldn’t react quick enough and moved back helplessly reflexively.

“Hey! Stop! This isn’t fair!”, she squealed, laughing uncontrollably.

It was too late though, you were now in front of her, blocking her access to the valve, smiling victoriously at her while she pouted.

You set the temperature as lukewarm hoping it’s a good enough compromise and you both begin showering, washing each other. Once your done showering, you dry yourself off and go to bed while Yuqi dries herself off and does her self care routine before she comes to bed. You try to wait for her but end up dozing off before she comes.

You wake up hours later to find Yuqi is still missing. You turn towards her side of the bed and find it a bit warm so she only woke up recently you assume. You stretch and get up, brushing and going to the kitchen.

You find her in one of your shirts, obviously it was too big for her and she really looked unbelievably cute in it. She was making some eggs as you walked in behind her, hugging her and kissing her cheek for a moment before pulling back.

She leaned in happily before continuing cooking and finishing the eggs while you began to toast the bread. In a couple of minutes you both were at the table having breakfast in silence, giving each other knowing looks and smiling happily, your hand on hers.

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[ourdadai]

yuqi [ g idle ] lockscreens ♡

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[ryulvrs]

Idk how to request os it doesn't sound rude😭 (i'm sorry) but can you do miyeon g!p x fem!reader (like jealous miyeon bc reader was flirting with yuqi and talking dirty with minnie, then miyeon heard and just putted her in her place iygwim) if you don't wanna do this just ignore it please

just mine (miyeon, smut)

summary: miyeon takes your flirtatious jokes with her friends seriously and puts you in your place

warnings: dom!gp!miyeon, sub!f!reader, praise, breeding kink, jealousy, degradation, mirror sex, slight choking kink, a lot of dirty talk

word count: 1.3k

a/n: not much to say, just a lot of filthy miyeon 😭

“you did well today,” your lips temptingly released, with the lipgloss sticking them together.

“hm? with the stage?” yuqi turned her head at you, and almost instantaneously her air felt heated and her breath hitched. you nod, awaiting her response.

“thank you, y/n,” she smirked with just the corners of her lips.

“no need,” you conciously moved your hand to rest on her shoulder for just enough time that she’d think about it. long enough that she’d think about you.

“is miyeon still here?” she asks you, and you both can guess why.

“shes in the next room, are you going home soon?” this is true, miyeon is in the next room. actually, in the next room with the door open giving her a loud and clear audio of everything happening.

“who knows, you could come,” she smirks but laughs it off. as you open your mouth to respond, your head follows minnie who just came out of another connecting entrance.

“hi y/n,” she says, smiling all cutesy.

“hii minnie,” your voice does that thing where it lingers for an unnecessary amount of time. you look her up and down, noticing her obvious pulchritude immediately.

she chuckles, noticing your silence. “cat got your tongue?” she teases. your initial instinct is to make some corny joke about her tongue but you resist in attempt to look cool.

its obvious to everyone in the room that theres some sort of tension, even if its awkward and slightly cliche at times.

“you both look too good, if miyeon wasn’t a room over who knows what i’d be doing right now,” you remark with a devilish smile plastered on your face. you earn a laugh out of them both, but you can tell they undoubtedly agree.

“probably us,” yuqi says under her breath, but you catch it and just giggle. the laughs wouldn’t last much longer although, because the feeling of an unrecognized hand inching onto your waist shuts you up quickly.

your body jinks, to be met by your girlfriend’s uptight stature. “hey miyeon! ready to-“ she cuts you off my taking your hand and urging you to the car.

no words left her mouth the entire car ride, just silence between the both of you. you know what you did though, you were fully aware she would hear all of it too. even better, you loved how jealous she got.

it felt as if your arm was going to fall off when she forcefully dragged you into your shared apartment. she locked eyes with you, with her aggressive yet charming demeanor taking over her completely.

“anything to say?” she spits. there is nothing to say, you just flirted with her friends and did it to make her jealous, because shes beyond hot like this. so, you just shake your head.

“do you want to fuck them, y/n?” she outright states. obviously, taken aback, you stutter over yourself at the claim made.

“what- what the fuck miyeon?” you can’t help but slightly shout at her, even if you know theres reason behind her anger. she scoffs and laughs to control the situation. “i wasn’t actually flirting, baby, i thought you could tell that?” you say.

“oh yeah?” she looks down but she was still very upset.

“yes,” you practically beg. she steps a bit closer to you, but her face doesnt change or drop.

“you’re such a slut, y/n,” she looks you up and down, finally focusing her eyes on yours with her head tilted a little. you wince a little, in pain from biting down on your tongue.

she places her hands on the back of your head, rubbing on your hair adding to the tension between you. her lips pressed just on the edges of yours. you lean, falling deeper into the temptation. her tongue sliding just enough out that you would feel it.

“you’re mine, okay?” she pulls away. “im gonna make you feel it.” her kiss travels you both into a utopia even if you could feel her anger traveling through her bites.

her arms moving from your head to your hands, pulling you whilst holding the kiss into your room. the romantic gestures don’t last long however, as she practically throws you onto the bed.

“strip for me,” she hisses. you do as she asks, and reveal your curved body to her. she undos her clothes along with you, and lets only a second pass before pouncing onto you.

“im gonna fuck you better than they ever could” she grunts. she slaps her cock against the folds of your entrance, exposed to her touch and the air.

you feel her hands spread your legs just a bit farther apart, enough for her to pound into you. the tip of it pushes your edges, coating itself in your liquids.

“so wet? aren’t you easy,” she smirks at you pushing into your pussy. with a wicked grin, she leans forward rubbing your bodies together. her free hand flicks at your cunt putting your wetness on the head of her dick.

youre core cries out for her touch, and she thrusts her length in to please you. you grip onto her, almost as if you’re pulling her in from desperation.

“you’re going to take it, princess, ‘kay?” with a firm hand, she moves your face up to look at her, like shes trying to ingrain her words into you. “come on, tell me,” her grasp on your chin drags lower, as she tightens it around your neck.

“i promise, i’ll take it,” you squeeze your eyes shut and your lower body quivers, dragging her in farther. “please,” you whisper, digging your nails farther into her back.

she writes her smirk into her hip movement, and she rams her dick into you. this time, she moves in and out of you at a consistent pace.

every hit on your pussy leads your cum to squirt out. she quickens her pace, noticing this, and dips her finger into your sweet nectar, licking it off.

“what a pretty pussy, im gonna breed you y/n,” she sucks the end of her fingers before slapping them gently on your clit, pushing them in the little space next to her cock.

“take it, suck me in, pretty girl,” her praise causes you to moan loudly, unlike anything miyeon has heard from you before.

this only makes her needier to cum inside of you, so she takes your hips and steadies you, and picks you up to have you facing the mirror beside your bed. your ass towards her, and her cock still pushing into you, as you both look at your body in the mirror.

“see, you are so slutty, look at you,” she pounds into you with her fingertips roaming your legs and hips. “i’ll breed your pussy so you really know you’re mine,” she moans into your ear.

miyeon leans back, making you do all the work of riding her length. the sound of skin clapping against each other, bouncing on her, liquids meshing and moans filling the room.

“my good girl,” she grunts into your ear, stabilizing your body once more.

“n-need your cum,” you moan for her. she smirks and you can feel the increasing heat down your neck.

both of your bodies tense up, and the movements become more erratic. you breathing hitches, and miyeon swallows down groans. the sensation between you two is intense and overwhelming yet a type of pleasure only she could make you feel.

her liquids spill into you, making you truly hers. “mmm so good,” she sighs, pulling out of you gently treating your body as her temple. her lips make their way down your neck and back lovingly, as a way of showing gratitude.

“im yours, miyeon, i promise,” you turn around to her, and lay one more kiss for her, and she returns it with a smile.

“just mine.”

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[shuhwaa]

Yuqi | Temperature play [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 4 (G)I-dle Yuqi x fem-bodied!reader words: ~800 genre: smut (soft dom!Yuqi, ice play, nipple play, oral (all reader receiving)) warnings: none

Author's note: Not sure if this turned out well and if I did it right, so some feedback would be appreciated~

"I wanna try something, babe." You look at your girlfriend hovering above you, and you mouth an "okay" before she reaches over to the bedside table where she had put a glass of water with some ice cubes in it beforehand. You watch with curiousity as she takes one of the cubes into her mouth, holding it with her teeth so her lips wrap around it, and though you can imagine what she's going to do with it, you still hold your breath as you await her next move. Yuqi leans in, dragging the ice over your breastbone slowly, making you gasp from the cold. She looks up to see your reaction, leaving the cube atop your chest.

"Does that feel good?" she checks in with you, and you nod.

"Kinda."

"Kinda?" she repeats with a smile creeping onto her lips. "Gotta do better then." She trails kisses down the wet stripe she left with the ice before picking it up again. This time she brings it over to one of your nipples, circling it with the ice as the cool sensation makes you shiver, and then you can feel her tongue licking it instead, and you throw your head back at the sudden warmth.

"D-do that again," you say, and Yuqi chuckles, performing the same procedure one more time. And again you shiver at the ice against your hard nipple, goose bumps forming on your skin, and when she goes over to stimulating you with her warm tongue, you let out a moan and you feel your body relax.

"You like that, huh?" your girlfriend assumes and you nod.

"Yeah..." you admit as you watch her sit up.

"Then let's try out some more stuff..." she mutters with excitement beaming in her smile and the ice stored in her cheek, but as she leans down again she makes sure to place it back between her lips. Slowly drawing a line from the valley of your breasts over your stomach, she makes you arch your back, drawing closer to her touch. Gripping onto your sides to keep you in place, she continues traveling down, until she's reached your navel, leaving the cube there in order to scatter little kisses and nips all around it.

"Babe," she calls out to you eventually. "Put your legs on my shoulders." A shiver of excitement at what this implies runs through your body, and you do as told. Yuqi picks up the ice once again, and as she drags it further south you throw your head back into your pillow. You bury a hand in her hair when she hovers just above your core, and after checking if you're ready by throwing you a look, she eventually dives in. 

The ice against your pussy makes you squeeze your thighs together and curl your toes, but as soon as you feel the tip of her tongue licking up a stripe you relax. She draws shapes onto your clit for a little while, before switching it up again and dragging the ice down and then all the way up again, and once again you shiver and a moan escapes you.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Yuqi asks, holding onto your thighs so you wouldn't accidentally crush her in between.

"Y-yeah..." you stutter, tugging at her hair. "Want more..." Your girlfriend doesn't hesitate to give you what you're asking for, and so she repeats her motions a few times, until she knows she has you at her mercy completely. Sucking on the ice and then taking it out of her mouth, she pushes her cold tongue inside you now, and you can't but moan at the sensation. Warmth returns to it slowly as she pumps it in and out of you a few times, and then eventually she lets it slip out of you to suck on your clit. 

"Taste so good..." she mutters in between, closing her eyes as she savours your taste and you squirm underneath her. "Again?"

"Y-yeah..." you plead, and you watch in suspense as she sucks on the ice cube only to lick up a strip between your folds with her now cold tongue. Her pushing it inside again, you feel your head starting to spin, and when she presses a cold finger against your clit you feel the knot in your stomach being tied tighter. "Y-yuqi... I think I'm gonna... cum..." Your girlfriend doesn't stop. She watches all of your reactions closely as she pumps her tongue in and out of you, rubbing circles onto your clit, and in no time at all you're coming undone underneath her touch. You moan her name when the orgasm washes over you, tugging at her hair tangled up in your hand, and then eventually you feel your body relax as you come down from it.

"And? How was that?" Yuqi asks once she's settled down next to you, cupping your face with one hand and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Good..." you say. "It was... good."

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[soyeonsbabygirl]

Truth or Kiss

G!P Song Yuqi x Reader

“Are you ok?” Yuqi asked. You had been staring at her for a while. You and the other members have decided to throw a party to celebrate the release of your latest album ‘I NEVER DIE’. You nodded as you smiled at her slightly. You were the closest to Yuqi which eventually lead to you gaining feelings for her.

Yuqi playfully nudged you as she sat you down next to her. “Well since you picked truth and my question was who you have a crush on, well I know you have a crush on Soojin or Miyeon!” Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she spoke. You sighed shaking your head “I don’t have a crush on her.”

She laughed not buying what you were saying “Oh, come on! We all know you've got a soft spot for Soojin. And as for Miyeon, well, it’s Miyeon.” You shook your head again “Trust me unnie, the person I have a crush on…well she’s beautiful but…I don’t know..” your voice trailed off as Yuqi scooted closer to you.

“Oh really?” Her eyes twinkled with curiosity “Is it Minnie? She's got such an amazing voice and an incredible stage presence. ” You mentally were cursing yourself wondering how anyone could be this oblivious. You shook your head scooting closer to her.

"Well then who is it?" Her tone was teasing as she leaned in closer to you, clearly enjoying the suspense. You glanced at her lips mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do. Yuqi’s heart raced, wondering if she'd guessed correctly or if there was someone else entirely "Fine, fine. I'll take a guess. Is it... Soyeon?" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. You shook your head and before she could make another guess you kissed her.

Yuqi’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly melted into the kiss. Her hands found their way to your shoulders as she deepened the kiss, her lips soft and warm against yours. As the kiss continued, Yuqi's tongue gently teased the edge of your lips, begging for entry. She leaned into you, her body flush against yours. This was exactly what she'd been waiting for.

She had also had a crush on you for a while but had thought you had a thing for the other members. You parted your lips as climbing into her lap, not breaking the kiss. Your body felt so right against hers, and Yuqi wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer. It was obvious, she couldn't get enough of this kiss. You pulled away looking her in her eyes “I like you….Yuqi.”

Yuqi’s heart skipped a beat as you confessed your feelings. A soft blush crept across her cheeks, and she bit her lower lip nervously. "I... I like you too, Y/N." She leaned in again, your lips meeting in a slow, passionate kiss. You moaned against her lips making Yuqi smirk. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer. She couldn't get enough of this kiss, it was like she was melting into you. Your soft moans vibrated against her lips sending shivers down Yuqi's spine.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing playfully with yours. You pulled away from her feeling breathless from the kiss“upstairs?..” Yuqi nodded, her eyes still locked onto yours. "Yes, let's go upstairs." She slid you off her lap and the couch. She took your hand, leading you upstairs to her room.

When you both got to her room her eyes sparkled with desire her finger lightly tracing your lips. “I want you.” She whispered still eyeing your lips. Your voice was barely a whisper as you responded with a please. This made Yuqi's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice, so soft yet filled with need. She couldn't resist any longer; she leaned in and captured your lips once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate, more hungry.

You whimpered against her lips. Feeling the response in your whimper, Yuqi deepened the kiss, her tongue gently exploring your mouth. Her hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to her. The room seemed to spin around them as they lost themselves in this intense connection. “Mmm... you feel so good," Yuqi moaned softly against your lips.

She broke the kiss for a moment, looking into your eyes with a mix of lust and affection. "Lie back," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. You listened as you laid in your back on the bed. With a soft smile, Yuqi leaned in again, this time trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck. Her hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve and dip in the skin.

You let out soft sighs as you felt her kiss your jawline and neck along with her hands roaming your body. Hearing your soft sighs, Yuqi's heart raced even faster. Her kisses became more insistent, her hands digging gently into your skin, leaving trails of desire. "Mine," she whispered against your skin, "you belong to me.” You continued to let out soft sighs, you felt her take your shirt off as her kisses trailed down your tummy.

As Yuqi's lips trailed lower, she reveled in the softness of your skin beneath her touch. Her tongue flicked out to trace patterns on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. "You are so beautiful,” she mumbled against your skin. “Mm~…Yuqi..” she giggled slightly at you moaning her name. “So responsive," Yuqi murmured against your skin.

She kissed her way back up to your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake. "Do you like that, baby?” You nodded making her smile. “Good," Yuqi purred, her voice vibrating against your skin. With a mischievous grin, she reached down and tugged gently at your pants. "May I?" she asked, her eyes full of desire.

You nodded desperately wanting her to remove your clothes. “Mmm, you're so eager," Yuqi teased as she undid your pants and slid them down your legs. She tossed them aside and then straddled your waist, trapping you beneath her. "Now it's my turn,” you felt her hard on poking your thigh making you bite your lip.

“I need you.” “What do you need, pretty?” Yuqi's voice was low and husky as she leaned in closer to your face. “I..I need you…need your dick…please…” You squirmed slightly as you said this. Her heart raced at your words. Yuqi leaned down and pressed their lips together, her tongue dancing against yours in a sensual duel.

As their kiss deepened, she slid her hand between your legs, her fingers brushing against your sensitive folds. "Tell me more,” You let out soft moans from this. Her fingers teased at the entrance to your body, circling and tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. “Mm~…stop teasing..” you breathed out "tell me what you want," Yuqi urged, her voice dripping with seductive tone.

With one hand still exploring your body, she used the other to grasp the base of her shaft, stroking it teasingly against your inner thigh. You couldn’t help but mewl softly as you felt her shaft on my inner thigh “I want…you…to fuck me…” "As you wish, Y/N," Yuqi purred, her fingers finally penetrating you, stretching you gently.

As she felt your tightness, she groaned softly, her other hand moving to support your hips better. "Are you ready for me?” You nodded letting out shaky breaths. With a slow, deliberate pace, Yuqi began to thrust her fingers deeper into you. Her free hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it in small circles as she watched the pleasure play out across your face. "That's it," she whispered against your ear. You moaned loving the feeling of her fingers inside you.

Yuqi's fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, finding a rhythm that matched the pulse between your legs. Her free hand gently massaged your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned even more obsessed with the feeling she was making you feel. You couldn’t hide your moans and mewls. "That's it," Yuqi purred, leaning in to capture your lips in a hot, needy kiss.

Her fingers moved faster inside you, seeking out that sweet spot that would send you over the edge. You moaned loudly back arching slightly as you orgasmed all on her fingers. Despite Feeling your body tense and shudder beneath her touch, Yuqi’s fingers never faltered. She continued to thrust and rub, milking every last drop of pleasure from your climax. “Yuqi!~” you moaned loudly.

As your orgasm subsided, Yuqi slowly pulled her fingers out of you, relishing the sensation of your walls gripping her fingers. "That was incredible," she murmured, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your inner thigh. You bit your lip getting an idea making Yuqi give you a curious look. “What's on your mind, Sweetie?" Yuqi asked curiously, her fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your neck. “Can I….can I ride you…” You asked her feeling a rush of shyness making Yuqi laugh slightly. Yuqi leaned back, looking into your eyes. A smirk spread across her face as she nodded, "Sure, Baby, do whatever you want."

She rolled off you, holding your hand lightly and guiding you between her legs making you hover against her dick. "Just make sure you take it slow,” You closed your eyes as you lowered yourself onto her dick. It was way bigger than you had anticipated making moan you feeling the stretch. You hadn’t even gotten the full thing in yet here you were already moaning and whining.

Yuqi smirked as she held your hips. You looked so hot and felt so tight around her cock. Yuqi groaned as she leaned back, watching you take her. Her hand came to your back, rubbing gently up and down as you eased yourself down on her. "Take your time, Baby.” Once you managed to get all of her inside you, you held onto her shoulders breathing heavily.

Once you got used to having her inside you, Yuqi's hips jerked up as you completely took her inside. "Fuck," she breathed, her eyes darkening with lust. She pulled your hips back up, just enough to give herself a moment to adjust before slamming back into you. You let out a scream from how good it felt and the stinging sensation it made you feel at the same time.

Yuqi's eyes widened at the sound of your voice, a mix of pleasure and pain. Her hands found your hips, holding you steady as she began to move in short, powerful thrusts as you rode her. "Fuck, Baby, you feel so good,” she breathed out. You couldn’t speak, only moan as she thrusted into you. Her hands gripping your waist made you moan even more. "Do you like that, baby?" Yuqi asked breathlessly between thrusts.

Her hips rolled forward, hitting your sweet spot over and over again as she took you deeper. She leaned in closer, nipping at your earlobe teasingly. You felt her tip kiss your cervix making tears roll down your face. "Almost there, Baby," Yuqi purred, feeling you tighten around her cock. She slammed your hips down, positioning herself so that she could hit that spot again, making you cry out.

You screamed as you felt your orgasm strongly approaching. "Cum for me, Y/nnie," Yuqi whispered, feeling you shudder beneath her. And with that command, you did just that - your body trembling violently as you orgasm. Your eyes rolled back as you screamed coating her dick. Feeling you coat her dick from your orgasm, Yuqi let out a triumphant groan, as she felt herself about to cum.

"Fuck, baby," she panted, her voice filled with raw pleasure and satisfaction. It wasn’t long before you felt her seed unload into you making you moan even louder. As your moans filled the air, Yuqi continued to pump her seed into you, her body shuddering from the intense climax. She leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, her essence mixing with yours.

You kissed her back still breathing heavily trying to come down from the high of it all. Yuqi wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as she savored the taste of your lips.

Her heart raced from the afterglow of their passionate encounter, and she couldn't help but smile against your lips. "That was incredible," she whispered between kisses. You giggled as you both cuddled til you both fell asleep.

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This fic is kinda all over the place but I hope you guys like it , I love Yuqi!

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[notacelestialbeing]

master-list & rules

rules.

- men & minors dni.

- not limited to any kinks except for the more unusual ones such as piss kink, vomit, etc.

- will not write for minors/on minors.

- requests are always open but i will skim through and choose what i’d like to write on.

le sserafim

┗ sakura

▸ one of the girls ft. yunjin (mature)

┗ chaewon

▸ masquerade (mature)

┗ yunjin

▸ dollhouse (mature)

▸ aftercare (fluff)

▸ one of the girls ft. sakura (mature)

▸ into you (fluff)

▸ still with you (angst, fluff, mature)

┗ kazuha

▸ i don’t disappoint (mature/angsty)

┗ eunchae (fluff only)

blackpink

┗ jisoo

┗ jennie

┗ rosé

▸ vanilla (mature)

┗ lisa

▸ rotate (mature/fluff)

gidle

┗ soyeon

┗ miyeon

┗ minnie

▸ monster (mature)

┗ yuqi

┗ shuhua

+ soojin

aespa

┗ karina

┗ giselle

▸ collide (angst, fluff, mature)

┗ winter

┗ ningning

snsd

┗ tiffany

▸ criminal (mature)

& whoever is requested.

extras.

➝ smut/fluff prompts

➝ make your own

➝ chapter au stories

▸ criminal (tiffany x f!reader)

contains mature themes, mostly a dystopian cyberpunk setting, supernatural, paranormal activity, dark.

⟳ chapter 1: the unknown society

⟳ chapter 2: fucked

➝ thoughts (sexual, fluffy, random)

➝ one shots (fluff, smut, angst, etc)

➝ upcoming pieces

➝ upcoming pieces pt. 2

soloists (female)

┗ bibi

┗ to be determined.

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[asrmrxx]

Cruella's favorite

sypnosis: working as a designer for one of the best fashion obssessed icons in London whose name was almost as feared as the Devil's, Yuqi De Song, is definetly not a light job. Unless you become her favorite employee, her rewards are priceless.

trope: Boss x Employee

pairing: Cruella!Yuqi x Designer, Fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: skinship, sexual intercourse(fingering, 🐱 eating, kissing and licking body), kissing

wc: 1.5k

A/n: I've always wanted to write a cruella fic but now its even better imagining Yuqi as one, enjoyy😚😚

“And what makes you worthy of working for me?” sharp words escaped Yuqi’s mouth, eyeing y/n. After moving to London, Y/n wanted to continue improving and working as a fashion designer. She was aware of her skills enough to apply as a designer in De Song Couture Fashion House. Obviously, knowing what she was getting herself into, she wasn’t afraid of a little challenge.

“I promise you, Mrs. Song, I won’t let you down.” Said Y/n, being sure of her words. Yuqi leaned on her white table, resting her head on her crossed fingers as her critical eyes scanned Y/n’s features. She will surely keep an eye on her for a while. “Welcome to the job.” Was all Yuqi said before giving Y/n a new sketchbook with her signature photo on it.

Yuqi De Song, one of the most successful fashion designers in London. Despite her successful career, she was a really bold person. Oftenly feared for her strictness and seriousness. At first, Y/n looked certainly interesting to her and seeing her passion and confidence in her possibilities for a fashion designer, she couldn’t feel a little admiration for her.

And as Y/n promised, in such a small amount of time she succeeded to fulfill Yuqi’s desired looks for the new collection. Y/n felt like she wasn’t just lucky, it was the fact that she understood what Yuqi wanted. Out of all designers Yuqi had employed, Y/n’s designs stood out the most. And that’s what Yuqi loved. Yuqi loved how obedient you were. The way you listened carefully to her words while giving a command and managing to nail all of it really got to her.

If Yuqi wanted flashy, Y/n would combine bold but eye-catching shimmering patterns in her designs. If Yuqi wanted something luxurious, Y/n would make the most elegant piece of clothing with fine fabrics of subtle colors.

All this time Y/n spent working for Yuqi as her designer, she would lie if she said she didn’t develop a slight crush on her and how oddly attractive she was. What Y/n noticed about Yuqi were her long fingers and sharp eyes. Not to mention her split hair colored black and white. Y/n loved how independent Yuqi was and how she always knew what she was looking for in clothes. It’s something Y/n understood about her.

The longer Y/n worked at De Song Counture Fashion House, the more its success grew. Y/n was Yuqi’s golden ticket to a big fashion success. Like a golden ticket to a front row at a fashion show. She didn’t care about her other employees, when she had her right in front of her. And that’s why she decided to give a little reward to her.

2nd person pov

“Mrs. Yuqi De Song on the line. I expect Y/n L/n in my office right now. Don’t keep me waiting. Thank you.”

The whole room echoed with Yuqi’s deep and commanding voice calling out your name. Other designers just gazed at you in jealousy. You put down the small pieces of black fabric on your table and headed upstairs. You thought about the reasons why Yuqi would need you in her office. Not that you complained though.

Standing outside your bosses office you politely knock before entering. Pushing the door open, you were met by the sight of Yuqi’s familiar black and white coat made out of Dalmatian dog’s fur and a pair of those sharp eyes you dearly loved.

“Y/n darling, close the door.” Yuqi gently commanded with a sudden nickname. Your mind rushed like a raging storm, why are you blushing at a silly nickname? Without hesitation you obeyed your bosses words and closed the door before turning to face her again and walking closer to her table.

“Mrs. Song,” your tone was calm and low despite your racing heart at the moment. “You wanted to see me?”

Yuqi's gaze moved on you, her expression being unreadable as she leaned back in her chair. A slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Yes, I did," she replied, her voice being low and husky. "I wanted to congratulate you on your recent successes. Your designs have surpassed my expectations and you’ve made a lot for this fashion house.” She folds her hands. “I believe it's time you get a reward for your hard work. ”

Your eyes widened in response. You would have never expected this sudden praise from a fashion designer like Yuqi, even more of a reward. Before you opened your mouth to speak, Yuqi stood up from her seat and walked up to you, crossing the distance between you and her with a lustful gaze.

Yuqi’s arms snake around your waist and pull you in a rough but passionate kiss. It took you by surprise but you kissed her back. Almost as if you had wanted to do this for a long time ago, almost like you needed it, almost like you wanted more. As you two were kissing, you eventually went out of breath. Yuqi’s half closed eyes gazed back at your lips, craving for more like a hungry animal. Yuqi then started attacking your neck leaving fast and hot kisses on it, lightly biting it.

You noticed Yuqi’s exposed shoulder from which her coat slightly fell off. In response, you slide her arm on her other shoulder, take off her coat and throw it aside. “If it gets dirty I’m making you clean it” Yuqi threatened playfully as her hot breath tickled your neck. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands dirty for you, Mrs. Song.” you respond as your hands find their place on Yuqi’s neck. A low giggle escaped Yuqi’s throat as she kissed your lips.

Even if your height difference wasn’t that big, Yuqi could easily take control. She turned your body to the opposite side and pushed you to her table while still kissing you. You roughly laid on Yuqi’s table as Yuqi left deep kisses on your lips, then on your chin and collarbone.

Looking at your chest she continues to go down. You’re not sure of her actions, but you decide to patiently wait for her next move. Looking up at you, Yuqi slowly starts to unzip your pants and takes them off. Revealing your beautiful legs, Yuqi starts kissing them from your knees, to your inner thighs and stops when she gets close to your panties.

“So wet for me already,” Yuqi said as she slid her fingers under your underwear’s fabric and took it off. Revealing your already wet pussy, she admires it for a second. “Be a good girl like you always were and take off your top” In response, you obey and take off your top as well as your bra exposing your bare chest. Yuqi stands up and kisses your lips once more before tracing kisses down your body again.

She starts sucking your right boob almost like a baby while her hand plays with your left nipple. You let out a slight moan looking up at the white ceiling. After Yuqi was done with your right nipple she moved to suck your left. Your fingers found themselves tangled in Yuqi’s hair as she was sucking your chest. ‘God, she is so good with her tongue’ you thought. Yuqi was finally done with your chest and she continued to leave kisses down your stomach. She was slowing her tempo by every kiss until she finally came to your pussy.

She put light kisses on it, just to get a reaction from you. And she did. “Mrs…please.” you begged. Yuqi just smirked and got down to work. Her tongue was finally on your pussy and you felt like heaven. You sat on the table and rested your right leg on her shoulder as you gripped her hair. Hot moans escaped your mouth every now and then. She was eating you out so passionately with an even faster tempo. To spice things even better, she inserts two of her long and slender fingers into you. You let out a high-pitched gasp while closing your eyes.

Slurp sounds and moans were the only thing heard in the room. But who is there to stop you two? Yuqi was the boss there, and you were her favorite worker. She hit your sweet spots so effortlessly that made you feel like you were seeing stars. “Cum for me darlin’, you’re doing brilliant.” She gives a slight praise before speeding up her fingers as your moans got louder. And as you were on your edge, your cum covered her face, but she licked it all.

You were speechless to even say anything cause if someone told you a week ago your Boss would give you the best orgasm of your life you wouldn’t believe them. Yuqi gently kisses your cheek as she slides her nails on your inner thighs.

“Consider this as your reward,” she whispered in your ear, placing another kiss but on your lips. “And consider me yours.”

#asrmrxx #gidle #gidle x fem reader #yuqi x fem!reader #cruella!yuqi x reader #song yuqi x reader #yuqi x reader #kpop imagines #gidle x reader #gidle smut #yuqi smut #gidle x reader smut

[woogigi]

i had an idea. ITS LIKE A LIGHTBULB WENT OFF IN MY HEAD. soy is like a producer, right right so she'd be familiar with recording and editing and whatever. so im thinking yuqi overstims her in the studio w/ a strap and whatever else she has, and records soy's voice /evil laugh/

-Sorry you had to wait so long but here it is!!

Studio Sessions

Warnings: Dildos, fingerings, vibrators, overstimulating, multiple orgasms, mentions of gp

Soyeon was ignoring her messages, again

To say Yuqi was angry was an understatement. She was practically steaming at this point. She'd had a frustrating day herself and Soyeon said she would be home today. But of course the older lost track of time and was probably working on something in her studio.

An idea came to mind as Yuqi dug through their closet and found a bag. A small black duffel bag. One that held their favourite toys inside. She grabbed it and left the room and then the apartment. Making her way to Soyeons studio determined to teach the older a lesson.

Soyeon could barely react when Yuqi stormed in. Cheeks red from frustration and her lips twisted in a sneer that was far from happy.

"Yuqi?"

Yuqi walked forward and Soyeon inched back in her chair as Yuqi flopped onto the couch and crossed her arms. Staying silent as she stared at Soyeon. As if she was waiting for the older to say something.

Soyeon frowned in confusion and tried to sit up straight as she asked the puppy whats wrong.

Yuqi kept quiet as she kept staring.

Uneasiness swept through Soyeon as she could no longer hold direct eye contact with the younger.

"We were supposed to spend the night together and again you're here."

"I'm sorry, woogs but I'm almost finished I promise. I have a deadline coming up and I just want to get this done."

Yuqi stood and walked up to Soyeon. Standing between the olders legs as her wide eyes stared up at her.

"The deadline is in three weeks. You have more than enough time," Yuqi said as she cupped Soyeon's cheek.

The older leaned into the warmth but was still confused. Yuqi looked calmer now but there was a stern tone in her voice and the older knew that was never good.

"So, seeing as you can't seem to tear yourself away from your computer," soyeon tried to interject but Yuqi clamped her hand over her mouth to silence her, "I think I'll have to teach you a lesson. Maybe even give you some inspiration. Right, baby?"

Soyeon nodded barely registering anything with how hot Yuqi looked right now and wanted nothing more than to do whatever she said.

xxx

Soyeon could feel the tears threatening to spill as she felt her legs turn to jelly while her girlfriend laughed. Soyeon moaned loudly without meaning to as her body tried to relax after her intense orgasm.

Yuqi said she would teach her a lesson and she definitely was. Soyeon could barely feel her legs. Her back also numb from lying on a desk with a recording microphone right next to her. Taking in all the sounds she was making.

The younger seemed to be enjoying the humiliation of the leader as she played back the lewd noises she was recording. Soyeon wanted to feel embarrassed but Yuqi would play them the same time she'd use her favorite vibrator on her or Soyeon would feel the intrusion of Yuqi's fingers. Switching between toys as if to see which one could make her cum faster and scream louder.

Soyeon sighed when Yuqi stepped back but knew the heavenly torture wasn't over yet. She watched with hazy eyes as Yuqi took off her jeans and panties finally leaving her just as exposed as her girlfriend. She almost held back a moan when she saw what Yuqi got from the bag.

Noticing her approval, Yuqi smirked.

"I saved the best for last."

Soyeon closed her eyes and turned her head from the microphone. She hated how hot it was making her. The embarrassment of being recorded like this and knowing Yuqi she was probably saving it to some drive only she could get into.

She felt Yuqi's hand on her thigh as she went to stand between Soyeon's legs. Smiling at how fucked out the older looked. Yuqi teased her folds with the tip of the dildo laughing at how Soyeon grinned down wanting more

"You still want more after all that?" She wanted to mess with the older a little, "i thought you had so much work to get done but look at you letting me fuck you for hours. Begging for more."

Soyeon groaned barely able to get a response out but could feel the heat pooling between her legs as she waited for Yuqi to move. The youngers hands were pressed into her hips as she continuously teased Soyeon.

"Its okay baby, I'll give you what you want. You've been such a good girl for me. Letting me use you however I want."

Yuqi slid Soyeon down more in the desk as she lifted her hips. Impaling her and chuckling at the breathy scream Soyeon let out. It was moments like these where Yuqi wished it was really her inside the older. Feeling the ways her walls clench around her already so close to orgasm. Fucking her until Yuqi's stuffing her full of cum as she makes her, her own.

Those thoughts drive Yuqi as she thrusted harder and faster making Soyeon tip over the edge. Despite seeing her orgasm Yuqi kept going. Throwing Soyeon into a state of want but also the need for the younger to slow down. She wanted to ride out her orgasm but with the way Yuqi was fucking into her she knew she would reach that high again and soon. Her body had been overstimulated so much over the last couple of hours that she knew she was barely lasting.

Yuqi slowed down after Soyeon came a second time and kissed her through it. Leaving soft kisses down her cheek and neck. Showing how much she cared and giving Soyeon the soft attention she needed after the session they just had.

Soyeon checked the microphone to see it had fallen to the floor. Gasping seeing it had broken and feeling slightly embarrassed realising what happened.

"Yeah I think you'll need a new one," Yuqi chimed in after seeing where Soyeon was looking.

Soyeon started laughing and pulled Yuqi in for another kiss. Pushing her tongue past the youngers lips, tasting her.

Yuqi pulled back with a smile, "I'll have to keep going if you kiss me like that again."

Soyeon smirked as she pulled Yuqi in close again, "I wouldn't mind if you did."

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[tinyidle]

Dom!Minqi has been living rent free on my mind. Since they work out and have good muscle. It made me imagine of how they would Manhandled their bratty S/o and fuck the attitude out of her.

this is legit an old ask i got from august☠️ im super sorry anon 😭

warning: nsfw ofc im too lazy to describe everything so read your own risk

if you had the balls (or boobs idk) to be bratty towards these two separately, you'd be in some trouble as yuqi would punish you much harsher than minnie.

BUT!

if you were bratty towards them together... all ill say is that i hope you don't mind having a numb as and thighs for the next 48 hours

minnie would hold you down on her la while yuqi would spank you as many times as she wants. after that you'd be on the bed, arms held down by yuqi (who is sitting above your head) while minnie holds your legs down, eating you out. they'd take turns like this, overstimulating you until you either squirt with a high-pitched squeal or start shaking profusely all over.

and they're not even done, as yuqi rides your face while minnie rides you cunt. they're laughing and moaning, occasionally making out with each other while degrading you as if you're not there. this, although it shouldn't you think, makes you super wet and makes you cum. of course they switch places and continue to use you, even as your cunt feels extremely puffy and sensitive, along with your lips and mouth feeling puffy and sore.

when your girlfriends both cum, the take their last plight of revenge on you by playing with your chest and nipples until you cannot contain your squirming. you're heaving now, eyes slowly closing while your minnie and yuqi are now giving you lovely kisses all over your cheeks as they give themselves one more bought of pleasure through rubbing each others clits with their palm. the position seems odd, but if you were fully coherent right now, you'd be turned on all over again.

#gidle smut #minnie smut #yuqi smut

[mo0dy-succubus]

bro that yuqi fic made me think about smth. IMAGINE PEGGING G!P YUQI BRO AHHDJFURKSKAKS AND HER AT FIRST BEING SO SHY TO ASK YOU SHE WANTS YOU TO DOM HER-

sry i dont rly know if ur comfortable w this dont mind my ask if u are💁‍♀️

- your dear 🐺 anon who missed you a lot

Switching roles

G!p yuqi x reader, dom reader, sub!yuqi, pegging, sex toys, strap on,

"Yuqi~ fuck keep going!" You moan,clawing at yuqis back with your nails as she pounds into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling yuqi force her way through your tight slick walls. " That's it cum for me baby" yuqi say putting her thumb on your clit as she sees you struggling a bit with your orgasm.

Yuqi repositioned herself back up with your filled up hole fucking you again, you look up at her with teary eyes filled with passion filled lust and overstimulation. "Holy shit~" you hissed feeling the building pressure of your orgasm.

You moan as your back arched before cumming on your girlfriends cock before passing out from your 4th orgasm essentially being overwhelmed.

You wake up, the rays of sun shining down on your face signaling it was morning. You stretched out all your limbs squirming a bit. You get out of bed noticing yuqi is gone, you don't pay much know she probably went down stairs.

You grab a new pair of clothes and take a shower. After you were done you went to the kitchen to see yuqi making food for you and her. One of your favorite meals soft tofu soup. You sit down saying good morning as you walk past her. "You are just in time because the food is done!" Yuqi says beaming.

You thank her her than both thanked the meal before eating. You love having a girlfriend that cooks well, food was the 2nd thing that made you happy besides her. "Hey y/n can I ask you something?" Yuqi says sounding quite serious. You felt a lump in your throat only thinking of the worst possible scenario.

Yuqi noticed your unsteady eyes and notice your anxious body language. "Babe, relax, I'm not Breaking things off with you yet, you know how much I love you". You felt a weight come off your chest feeling better. "Oh thank god....YET!?!?!" You say catching onto yuqis bluff before pushing her a bit as she laughs, her voice deep and echoing. " I was wondering if we could switch roles in bed" yuqi say as she picks at her plate.

You blush a bit Feelimg surprised by the question, yuqi underneath you? Sure you've been top a few times in your sex life but you've never pegged someone. "Are you sure?" Asking hesitantly. "I don't want to hurt you it will take quite a while to feel comfortable" your voice showing deep concern. "I'll be fine! I promise" yuqi says quite confidently before grabbing your hand and squeezing it. "Ok if you say so" you say smiling. "Let's wait for a bit though, ok?" She nods before putting your plates away.

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It's been a week since you and yuqis conversation and today was definitely the day Yall both were off from working, your hormones raging and your package has arrived. A brand new strap on. You blush thinking of the item you bought nervous for what was going to happen but still excited.

Night fell and you and yuqi were sharing a spicy kiss. You decide to dom yuqi in the kiss this time sticking your tongue practically down her throat. Yuqi moans feeling you taste her. "Someone seems excited~" you tease yuqi palming her bulge through her pants. Yuqi blushes a bit from getting getting turned on for something so small. "Go to the room and strip for me I'll be there soon" you say nudging yuqi a bit before she got up and went to the room.

You had gotten the strap, taking your clothes of and adjusting the straps to your waist. You go to the room to see yuqi, her fingers deep inside of her small tight hole. "Aww baby" you say grabbing her small wrist. You replace her fingers with the tip of your strap before letting a glob of saliva, coating the fake cock in it.

"Are you sure?" You ask on last time yuqi slowly nods hesitantly. "Yes I'm ready!" .You slowly push in, stopping anytime yuqi made a painful whine or whimper. Yuqi being in the position she was in,faced down in the pillows and ass against you hips. Once you were fully in after 10 minutes you stayed still moving in and out occasionally. Finally a moan slipping from yuqis mouth "Please move..."

You slowly pull out and pushed back in yuqi now gasping her knuckles turning white from her grip on the sheets. "Baby go harder...". "You sure are pretty needy huh?" You say teasing her causing her to blush out of embarrassment. You kiss her temple before stroking her hard leaking cock. You being to increase the pace of your thrust into yuqis tight hole. Moans fall out of her mouth as her cock twitches begging for release. "Mommy may I please cum" she groans out. "Since you asked so nicely why not?" you say before going at an ungodly speed while stroking yuqis tip fast causing her to have ruined orgasm by the way it was forced out if her.

Yuqi screams as she spilled her seed over the sheets. 'Aww what a mess I should punish you for messing up the sheets but I'll let it slide this time" you say before pulling out. "That-was amazing" yuqi say still out of breath. "Can we do this more?" She says looking at you as you remove the straps. "Of course anytime you want!"  You say beaming before going to yuqi kissing her.

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