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Word Count: 2020, not proof read
The gentle whir of the printer stood below you, depositing documents into your hand. The lukewarm paper provided a gentle sensation to cling onto, the office was frigid, air-conditioning completely broken as the nighttime temperatures seeped in.
Your body melded into your comfortable office chair, sinking downwards as you began working on the nights work. Only a few more hours to go, you were so excited to go home and sleep.
The bitter coffee soothed you, giving a burst of energy to get through the work. You hated this job, but it paid beyond well and that's all that counts. Where was your assistant? Did she call the day off?
You started to read the boring mumbo jumbo inscribed on the paper, triple checking for errors that could ruin your life. Pen signing them off, trying not to doze off. Signature, Signature, Signature it was all the fucking same.
You took a deep breath, looking at your monitor with nothing but pure emptiness, breaking the monotonous pen scribbling with equally monotonous email checking.
You had so fucking many, hands tapping against the keyboard as you responded to offers. It was going to be a great profit for the company thanks to you, maybe you will finally get that bonus.
Your work was disrupted by the creak of your massive office door, in came your assistant. Kazuha, the only one who's been able to keep up with your incessant workload. She was wearing her usual attire, a black pencil skirt that covered just enough of her legs leaving enough to the imagination. A thin white shirt hugged against her chest, arms laid bare.
Her hair was slightly unkempt, eyes tired and slightly shut. She walked towards your desk, heels clicking in the ground as her presence was made known. "Good evening sir." She spoke, voice slightly husky.
"Kazuha it's been an hour! Where have you been?" You were slightly irritated, fiddling with your pen.
"I took a nap, drank like a bitch last night." She replied, putting her purse against her personal desk.
"You going to be in the right state to work?" You asked, voice concerned.
"Err... Probably? God my head." She complained, hand pressed against her skull. Back arched into her chair.
"Go downstairs and get some water, I have some paracetamol in my bag." You offered, returning back to your work.
"Thanks boss." She responded, walking down to the lower levels of the building.
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Kazuha and you started to work as the night progressed, well at least you did. She was just sitting there moving at a snails pace, you weren't going to be too hard on her. It happens.
"Argh, I can't do this..." She said, getting out of her chair and coming over to bother you instead.
"You can go home if you want, just clock out." You offered, absentmindedly responding while working on a report.
"No, I have a much better idea.." Her voice went an octave lower, voice hinged with seduction.
You had no time to react when your assistant was suddenly on your lap, lips smacking together intensely, Kazuha moved quickly. Hands massaging your neck, raking her nails against your skin. Gnawing at your bottom lip, sucking the life out of it.
Her tongue traced the inside of your mouth, licking your gums. Kazuha was an amazing kisser, your soul leaving you. Hands pressing into her spine softly, rubbing her back up and down.
She pulled away, face red as oxygen came back to the two of you. You came back to reality as your hands pushed her off your lap. "Kazuha... I really need to work." You struggled to get those words out as her plump lips beckoned you in.
"It's okay, you can work..." She said, voice low, fingers trailing down your clothed body. "So can I..." Fucking hell. You could have been dreaming with how she was looking at you. Face pressing into your clothed bulge. "So big... You can work and get your dick sucked at the same time right? For me?" She pleaded, voice pleading all needy and whiney.
"Y-Yeah.. God just.. Fuck." Your brain was mush already and she hadn't even touched you, eyes fluttering with her gaze shifting to your trousers.
Her hands grabbed your belt, fumbling with hunger, her eyes locked with your eyes. A shared spark, Kazuha was so eager. You felt weak in the knees, her lips wet with saliva. Who's? Didn't matter, "Getting paid to suck dick on company time, god I'm so lucky." She had a lust brewing inside, fingers gripping into your waistband.
You stood high and mighty against the young assistants mouth, her thumb pressed against your head, slowly at first. Applying a gentle pressure, tongue swiping at your base, dribbling her saliva onto your balls.
"Shame you can't look at me... How I'm going to Suck. This. Dick." She was in her element, cock twitching at her hungry words. Your hands gripped on to your mouse, desperate to get back to work.
She didn't hesitate, nose rubbing against your girth. A rustle from under you caught you by surprise, body comfortably rested on her knees. Tongue licking the frenulum, you were doing your best to finish your report but she was making it so fucking difficult.
"Hmm... Boss you taste great, fuck..." She was enamored, licking from your balls to your tip. Tasting you to her hearts content, you were so aroused, so hard. "Keep working on those reports for me..."
Her hands stroked softly, slowly, delicately. It was a teasing nightmare, the way she serviced you far exceeded your wildest dreams. Her hand massaged your balls, fingers teasing your testicles tenderly.
"Fuck.. Kazuha, how am I supposed to work if you are that fucking good..."
"Your problem boss, I'm working as well yknow"
She was parched for your cock, thirsty to suck. You were so excited, throbbing against Kazuha's tongue. "Want me to suck this meaty cock? Slurp on it? Gag on it?" She asked, mostly a formality, she knew exactly what you wanted.
"Yes, fuck please Kazuha..." Her mouth got around you instantly, her plump filled lips brushing against your tip. Going downwards on your length, she didn't have the restraint to go incrementally. Taking as much as she could at once, you couldn't help yourself as you looked down. The obscene sight made your brain restart, your assistant's lips halfway down your shaft as her tongue licked around, leaving everything she touched with slick saliva.
She pulled off your cock, leaving you whining above her. "Nuh uh boss, less staring more working." She reprimanded you, only resuming on your cock when you went back to your report.
Her mouth encased you once more, "your cock - -" The rest of her words came out as a slurred gargle of words, sounds of raw dick sucking were the only thing in the room, save for the occasional click of your mouse.
Her hand came to reach where her mouth couldn't, fingers wrapping around your base, giving deep squeezes. Rubbing her messy spit into your length. You were on cloud fucking nine, spare hand rubbing Kazuha's hollowed cheek, feeling your cock trapped in her mouth.
Your restraint started to wane, moving your hips do hit the back of her throat, vibrations teasing your head, the occasional spasm as she hurled up saliva, gagging up transparent liquid. The thick sounds making you have enough.
Your hands grabbed Kazuha's mouth, shoving the assistant off your cock. Her eyes full of shock, deer in the headlights and so pretty. "Boss? You got wo-" She begun, you couldn't handle any more references of work.
"Screw the work, I need to fuck you now." You growled, the girl beamed. Getting up out below your desk.
"Strip for me Kazuha." She complied instantly.
She made a real show out of undressing, turned away from you as she bent over. Hands hooking into the useless pencil skirt that pulled down. Shaking her tight ass while it came down to her heels, which were discarded just as quickly. Her deep red underwear had a thick damp spot on them, she loved sucking you off.
"God..." You awed. Kazuha turned back around, body angled forward as she popped her fat breasts out her shirt, a matching bra hid solid diamonds. Nipples rock solid, she stood comfortably in her undergarments as you contemplated where you wanted her.
You got to an equal state of nakedness, unfortunately not the only two in the office at this ungodly hour, anyone who happened to come in would see you two naked, bodies comfortable against each other. Kazuha's pussy fit perfectly against your hand, coating every inch of your fingers in her slick, grinding her cunt against your fingers.
You had a devilish idea, pushing Kazuha's frame against the world, hands against the glass as she could see everything you two worked for. The years of work underneath you as your perfect assistant, now she was underneath you as a eager fuck doll.
You savored the view, the night sky washed over the city, illuminated by the city lights. The occasional stragglers driving through the roads, if anyone decided to look up into the window they'd see the shadow of two employees. Kazuha's mouth gaped, launching a tirade of moans as you penetrated her body.
You could see her face in the reflection, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you used her cunt. Every second in her was delightful, tight squeezes gripped onto your rigid cock. "You fucking like that Kazuha? Fucking you against this window, knowing anyone could see you?" You growled.
"Yeah! Fuck... Imagine the shit we'd get in, but fuck it's so hot!" She confessed. You knew she was struggling to keep up, it showed in every gasp, whimper and moan. The sight and sounds of your assistant were filthy, wet squelching rang out as you jackhammered her wanton body.
"Fuck! Keep going!" She was fucked out, sweat forming in her hands as the glass became unreliable for support, slipping all over the place as you were now her only anchor.
Each thrust had more passion than the last, your earlier tiredness entirely gone as you fucked Kazuha into the fogged up window. "Damn Kazuha! You are So. Fucking. Tight." You synchronized your thrusts with the words, she was screaming at this point. Your office had decent soundproofing that was being put to the test.
You had enough of the window, whining as you pulled out, Kazuha looked at you with confusion that didn't last long when she had her back into the floor. Eyes locked as you towered over her, face to face as you re-entered her pussy.
The new mating press position gave you so much more intimacy, slamming into her pink cunt, penetrating her walls with every inch you had to give her. You were now so close to her neck, the musk of sex spurred you on even more. Hips pushing your dick to the best angles, you could taste the arousal in the air and it was so delicious.
"Fuck! Breed me boss! Fill my cunt with your load! Knock me up!" She whined, hands clawing into your back as she was completely lost.
"Yeah I will! Fuck Kazuha I'm gonna knock this tight cunt up! Give you what you want!" You husked, fucking her into the carpeted office. Her entire body went tense, her surprisingly flexible legs wrapped around your ass as they shook around you.
"I'm fucking cumming! Fuck!" Kazuha screeched, falling apart on your cock as she squeezed around you.
You couldn't hold it in any longer. "Fuck! Kazuha I'm going to cum! Gonna breed you!" You choked, shooting thick semen inside of her, rope after rope filled her hole. Leaving her thoroughly bred underneath you.
Or well you thought, Kazuha had other ideas. Your assistant insatiable as she demanded load after load, in every single compartment of your office. Leaving when the sun started to come up, 5 hours before your next shift completely spent in more ways than one.
But it was safe to say your workplace dynamic had completely shifted.
I see a lot of talk with Wonyoung now cracking their top bias list. Objectively, I can say she's in the top 15, maybe even top 10. Is she in mine? No way. She's not even cracking my personal top 20.
IVE Jang Wonyoung x male reader smut (ft. Aespa Karina)
words: 5,680 Kinktember Masterlist
Happy Wonyoung Day!
This is the point where so many girls stop. They see her, they hear her, they feel her presence, and then all the ideas inside their head begin to crumble.
So many of them would have turned on their heels right here and now, headed for the door to never be seen again. Some of them make it a little further. Until Karina starts talking, or when she starts moving and intimidating the latest intruder into her territory. Rarely, do they even make it past that, to the point where Karina becomes more peacock than cat and has to really show her feathers.
Only the very best make it to the end.
As for Wonyoung, well, only time will tell.
"Pretty," Karina begins, crossing her legs in her chair. "A little... dainty. Delicate."
There's an uneasy shift of feet beside you, the tell-tale sign of the girl beginning to falter. A smile curves on your lips. You feel her doubt—the way it hangs in the air like a thick perfume.
"I'm—" Wonyoung attempts.
Karina raises a hand, and the girl snaps her mouth shut immediately, not uttering another word. Her brows knit, as she considers the girl before her, contemplating her words carefully. "Too precious. Too soft. She would fall within a week if you're lucky. Barely make you a buck before she's gone."
Wonyoung pouts, the colour draining from her cheeks.
"She might just surprise you," you say, with your hand on Wonyoung's back and guiding her further into the room. Even with her in your hand, you still talk to Karina like she isn't there. "Who knows? I just have a good feeling."
"Never did buy much into that intuition of yours."
"I got it right with you, didn't I? How was my intuition then?"
She pulls the faintest smirk. "Boss, you know what they say about broken clocks. But, okay, humour me." Karina straightens in her seat, narrowing her gaze on Wonyoung and her soft right ear twitches. "What makes her special?"
The room is quiet, and you can feel the tension as both women stare at one another. Karina assesses every little detail of the girl that she can. Wonyoung fiddles with her fingers as a nervous sweat decorates her brow. She does her best to stare straight into Karina's eyes and not give her the satisfaction of letting her know her heart is threatening to rip through her chest at any second.
You curl your fingers against Wonyoung's back as you explain, "She certainly looks the part. Wouldn't you agree that Wonyoung here has beauty?"
"Beauty means nothing to a roomful of wolves," Karina answers.
"She has experience, some. The application stated plenty of casual personal encounters."
She waves her hand dismissively, her nails glossed in a beautiful and impeccable black. "You know that doesn't compare. Casual sex doesn't measure up against a paying client. It never has. Boss, we have standards—a reputation." Karina leans her head into her palm and rests her elbow against the armchair. A sigh leaves her lips before they are pursed and pulled into a frown. "Wonyoung?"
Karina drags the subject into the conversation for the first time, and as the name leaves her tongue, Wonyoung flinches at the mere sound, a timid voice utters the single word, "Yes?"
"How experienced are you, truly?"
"W—well," Wonyoung pauses. In those few moments when her throat struggles to create any sound, her gaze never falters as she stares directly into the piercing pair of eyes watching her every move with amusement. "I've slept around. Lots of guys actually!" She sounds almost erratic, pausing before firing out a sentence. "And I'm good. Really good!"
Karina laughs softly, leans forward a little and her tail rises behind her, curling in the air. "Please, cutie. Cheap flings don't compare here. We want professionals—experts."
"I know what I can do." There's some bite in her now. Spunk and gumption. The longer Wonyoung keeps eye contact with Karina, the more comfortable she grows in her skin.
Karina laughs.
Not at the attempt, but rather at the whole thing. A true, genuine, laugh, with her shoulders bobbing as she throws her head back, her sharp canines catching the light overhead, glinting brilliantly. Even you are tempted to smile. The mirth in this exchange. It doesn't quite make it out when Karina's expression darkens, and the low and velvety purr of her voice rings out. "Yeah? And what can you do?"
"Anything," is Wonyoung's pride-filled retort.
Karina climbs with feline elegance to her feet. "Is that so? Not everything, I think." A mocking pout forms on the woman's face. "Maybe you're the kind of cat that thinks she's all that, but would cower the second she's presented with a real test."
Karina's figure fills out her leather outfit in every way imaginable. The black latex fits like a second skin, following the contours and curves of her shapely figure without a crease or fold to be seen. Leather straps cross over her bust, pulled taught by the size of them as her cleavage is put on display, held tight together by the tiny ring resting at her collar. Her hips sway hypnotically, her boots thudding loudly against the floor as she walks towards you both.
"Tell me, Wonyoung," her voice is so smooth and charming. The kind of tone that would convince any girl that anything she ever says is something to take hold of, "Is this something you really want?"
Wonyoung finds her resolve. No trembling lip, no fear in her eyes. Nothing to indicate her hesitation or how uncomfortable she had been mere seconds ago. She has her head high, and she's staring back at Karina as her cheeks turn a wonderful shade of rose. "I want it."
"Then let me tell you how it's going to go. Right here, right now," Karina walks into the centre of the room. All the furniture and decorations blend into the background, no longer of importance or existence because of the sheer power that woman holds. In the middle, there's just her—dominating everything and commanding the full attention of all present. "You're going to show us what you got."
Karina flicks her tail to one side, a curious brow raised. "Begin."
You've watched so many girls do this, many to the best of their abilities, with determination etched into every line of their faces. The conviction in their desire to please the boss and achieve what no others had.
Wonyoung steps forward, or rather struts, between you and Karina. She looks back and forth, a sultry smile on her lips and bedroom eyes. There's this little black crop top, and so easily does she lift it from her torso and over her head. All in one motion, revealing her black lace brassiere—small and cute, and a little bit sheer. Her miniskirt follows suit, taking some effort with the size and snug fit of the article before she wiggles free from its grasp and you're greeted with her matching panties, barely covering her ass cheeks.
Each movement she makes is deliberately sensual. Rolling her hips from side to side as she walks closer, arching her spine as she runs her fingers through her hair and tussles her locks. Standing before you with the prettiest smile on her face, Wonyoung places her arms around your neck and leans in. The closeness, the contact, and the way she lifts up onto her toes in an attempt to level herself with you is mesmerizing. Her small, delicate chest against your own. The breath escaping her nose tickles the tip of yours and your senses are overwhelmed by the subtle, fresh, sweetness of her fragrance.
"Not many girls as pretty as me, are there?" she murmurs, the tone of her voice dropping until it resembles the same charm her figure commands.
It's here she kisses you. You don't feel like you could say no even if you wanted to. But it isn't what you imagine a kiss between two strangers would be like—chaste and timid. Rather, this feels warm and inviting. The way Wonyoung presses against you, how easily she deepens the moment and parts your lips and uses her tongue and her taste dances in the inside of your mouth. This was like kissing someone you knew.
Karina interrupts the kiss, "Patience," she begins, her footsteps slowly approaching. The click and clatter of her heels fill your mind as your vision becomes swallowed in Wonyoung, hands drifting away from your neck as her fingertips crawl to the ends of your jaw and travel down the front of your shirt. "You're not ready for that just yet."
Karina presses behind her, one arm snaking its way across her stomach, the other across her chest. Wonyoung gasps into your mouth as Karina grips both her bust and stomach and forces her away.
You're left a bit breathless as your lips finally separate, and you're able to drink in a lung full of fresh air and compose yourself.
The distraction is welcomed. Wonyoung appears as windswept as you and you're happy to let the two women take centre stage. Karina has her mouth on Wonyoung's neck, whispering hot breath onto her skin, "You don't even look the part just yet, no matter how hot you are." Her ears twitch as she breathes Wonyoung in. "We don't make just anyone into a real cat, but you can wear those for now."
Karina nods to the dresser, where three items lie. Glossy, soft and synthetic. Karina draws her over and sets about fitting them to the petite girl. First the ears into her hair, a pair that almost match Karina's. And next the collar around her throat. It's black too, not shiny and fake like some Halloween costume, but dark and rich—real leather. Tight at the neck, no doubt. You can hear her gasp, catch how her jaw locks the second the straps tighten enough. There's the softest whimper that comes from her. Her lashes flutter as she catches her gaze in the mirror.
"Taken something like this before, have you?" Karina purrs into Wonyoung's ear as she reaches for the tail with the shiny metal end.
"A few," Wonyoung admits with the ghost of a moan.
"Good. Now bend over for us, will you?"
Wonyoung, holding onto the dresser for balance, arches her back. "Like this?"
"Yes," Karina nods with approval, her voice cool and calm, she has done this more times than anyone could count. You've watched it so many times, and you still can't hide the lust as the scene plays out and anticipation swells in the pit of your stomach. "Very good, princess. We'll get you the real things someday, only if you earn your place."
Karina makes the metal end slick, lubricating it from the bottle, and Wonyoung knows what's coming. She doesn't need convincing or even instruction—no, nothing of the sort. She slips her long fingers under the hem of her lace panties and drags them over her pert ass. So soft and perky. Not a blemish in sight.
"Perfect," Karina mewls as she readies the metal plug between her cheeks. There's a soft whimper and a giggle as the cold metal touches her sensitive skin, and soon she's trying her best to relax and accept the intruder. She can't hide the breath she sucks in through her teeth, nor the moan as Karina slides it to the very base. "Fuck, you're tight," Karina groans.
"Feels so good," Wonyoung whimpers, arching her back even further, her body attempting to wiggle and find more of whatever sensation it's aching for.
"Maybe there's more to you than I thought." Karina's nails graze along her curves, admiring every inch of the petite girl and the new accessories she has fitted to her body.
You're captivated. Whether the slight fogginess is from lust or just a hint of admiration, you aren't sure. And even though you're no longer the centre of her attention, Wonyoung sure looks like a beauty fit for a brothel like yours. She looks good as a cat—a natural—that much is certain, and there's no denying how bewitched you feel watching Karina caress the girl from top to bottom, the look on her face making it seem as though touching Wonyoung is such a decadent experience.
"Karina," you say sharply.
There's a grin. Something devious and a little dark on her lips, a dimple forming on the corner of her mouth, before her features smooth and her voice rings out, calm and even. "Yes, boss?"
"Make her crawl."
"As you wish." Karina leans forward, a handful of black silken hair caught between her fingers. "Crawl, pretty," her voice is barely above a whisper and her tone is oh so commanding. "Over to the boss, now."
And so, Wonyoung turns and sinks to her knees, fingertips burying into the soft red carpet. Her spine curves beautifully. Such an alluring silhouette as she gets on all fours. Her black hair drifts across the back of her shoulders as she begins moving. Her hips demand attention with each little jut and the way the fake tail brushes over her thighs.
Closer Wonyoung crawls, looking up at you with her soft brown eyes. Your pulse quickens in anticipation as she nears. Hunger bubbles inside of you. The arousal almost takes control of every last shred of sanity that exists within the confines of your head when she begins to paw up your leg.
Wonyoung lets out a soft purr and says, "I'll make you feel so good."
"So good..." you echo her words. Wonyoung rubs her cheek against the inside of your leg, much like a feline would. You smile to yourself, an encouraging gesture to the girl who looks up with eager eyes. You place your hand against her head and softly stroke her, running your fingers through her lush black hair. She claws at the fabric.
"Take those clothes off for me, sir." Wonyoung stops, sits back on her haunches, and waits. Her words were polite but the look on her face makes sure you obey. For a moment you throw Karina a side-eye, capturing her look of approval.
"Wonyoung, I—"
"I'm hungry. Feed me." Her words, a deep growl from the depths of her stomach. Wonyoung moves into place, leaning in and burying her face against your cock through your pants. "Want it." Wonyoung pawed at you, demanding a way in.
You help her with the buttons, then the zip, and as you pull it down, Wonyoung tries harder and harder to bury her face in your lap, purring and whimpering as her cute black cat ears swish and flick in her hair.
"My," Karina laughs softly, leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest and watching intently with that same enthralled look on her face, "Such an impatient thing you are."
You chuckle to her, running your hand over the top of Wonyoung's head and teasing behind her ear as you gaze at the beautiful dark locks cascading over her shoulders. She is perfect.
That's all the encouragement she needs. Wonyoung grips the top of your trousers, claws into the fabric, and yanks. Underwear too, gone. Breathing heavy with your length hard and in her hand, she has that playful look in her eye. And play, she does. Her tongue laps at the tip of your length, your cock jumps under her touch, the purr in her throat turning to a light groan. Her saliva gets everywhere, her lips, her cheeks, her chin, running down her neck; all courtesy of how she rubbed your cock over her face between licks.
Her lipstick smudges, light pink smears staining her face, and her eyelids become heavy as lust consumes her body. She wraps her hand around the base of your cock. Staring directly into your eyes and her own filled with a hungry flame. "Feed me," she whines with her tongue wrapped around you. "This kitty needs some milk."
She moans as she stretches her mouth wide around you. She can't even fit half of you in her mouth and she gags a little as she bobs, but her enthusiasm is certainly there.
"Looks like she has a lot of energy," Karina summarises perfectly perfectly. Wonyoung moves her head quickly on your cock, driving her hands along your shaft in time, massaging with a hard stroke. You find yourself petting her with encouragement, wanting to guide her but not interfere, wanting to assist but not manipulate.
"Makes up for technique with enthusiasm," you say in agreement as she stops and nuzzles the bottom of your length, kissing, licking, stroking and staring up at you. She makes a point of doing it as sensually as she can, even trying her best to make her meows and moans suggestive, hoping to draw more of a reaction.
Karina moves to the floor—fast and with a purpose—then crawls behind Wonyoung. In a blur of motion, Karina delivers a sharp smack to Wonyoung's cute butt and then presses herself against her. Wonyoung squeals before quickly melting into Karina's embrace, welcoming a few kisses and then an instruction. "If you want to be in control, you have to suck dick right. The energy is cute, but..."
Karina reaches out and grips your cock firmly in her hand. She slides Wonyoung aside and takes her place at your feet. Wonyoung's doe eyes blink quickly and she watches Karina put her experience into action.
"You need confidence. You need to be in control." Karina twists her hand as she ever so slowly pushes it down your cock and you let out a soft hiss. Karina has done this dance many a time before. Her thumb and forefinger a snare wrapped around you. "Every little movement can send a guy wild. Play it right..."
Karina moves her fingers back up. It is slow, agonising, and your hand twitches with desire as you fight the urge to reach out and grab her—to take matters into your own hands.
"...And you'll have him wrapped around your little finger. See, every guy wants one thing. What does a guy want, do you think?"
Wonyoung is snapped out of her sex-laced trance. Her words sultry as she answers, "They just want to cum."
"Right. And they need to know that you're going to decide when they're allowed to cum. We might be the pets, but for the sake of the fantasy, we need to own them." Karina kisses your tip lightly. "Tease him. You have to know where the boundaries are, then you learn how far you can push without him going over."
You breathe out sharply and squirm.
"The orgasms we grant and the orgasms we deny, they'll never forget us," Karina smirks and drags her tongue up, from the base, over the sensitive underside. She swirls it around a couple times, fluttering it over your most sensitive parts, and a jolt shoots up your spine.
Wonyoung entwines her hand with Karina's around you, mirroring the pace, a steady climb that puts you in a hypnotic trance. The two work their hands around you until their rhythm becomes one. And as Karina pulls back, Wonyoung moves to the head to resume her sucking.
"It's all in the tongue, Wonyoung." Karina encourages then she giggles as you groan and you sink further and further into Wonyoung as she swirls her tongue. "Build up to it, start slow. Then faster. Slow it down. Speed it up."
Wonyoung followed every instruction with aplomb, she paid attention to every slight movement that you made. Each buck of the hip, every subtle change in breath, a tense in your thigh or an adjustment of your hips, a flexing of fingers; they were all picked up and used. Wonyoung swapped between rolling your cock over her tongue, sucking lightly on your tip to taking you deep. Sometimes, as her head bobbed faster, she would suddenly pull away which left you searching for her touch.
It was and still is just as Karina explained to her, "React to every action he makes. Feel it all. Keep him balanced so delicately on the edge of satisfaction. That's a big responsibility we have on our shoulders here. Men are needy and sloppy. So messy. This is how we take control."
It goes on and on, Karina teaching Wonyoung everything about giving head and you are the willing recipient of her practice. It has become a coy game, she teases you back and forth to the point of wanting to ram her skull all the way down—anything for that release—then back to pained patience. Over and over she has you right there, ready to finish, just for her to steal it away from you.
"Look at him," Karina says. "He's all yours. He wants you so badly that he will do anything you tell him to. That's control. Go on, Wonyoung. Tell him what you want."
Wonyoung looks up at you, her pretty, sweet smile turns devious, then sadistic. There was something deliciously wicked in the spark of mischief as she waited to command you.
"Beg. Beg this kitty to take your milk."
"Please," you shudder the word out.
"A little louder. I didn't hear you."
"Please..." your voice cracks.
"Tell me what you want."
"Please," you choke out. "Let me feed this kitten."
And so, she does. Her lips wrapped tightly around the tip, her hand cupping your sack as she slowly started to move again. Up, then down, each time she pushes further than before.
"Here," Karina murmurs and slides her hands along Wonyoung's ass while looking at you. "Feed this kitty."
You can't hold it anymore. You need it. Everything is building up far too fast, it is unbearable. Wonyoung smiles as you throb, ready, watching her. She knows you're about to fill her pretty mouth, so you do. You unload into her and her smile grows wider and wider. Her eyes, gleaming in delight, gaze up into yours, encouraging more and more, her tongue hungrily savouring the thick creamy warmth you're feeding her. She mews happily as if she had been starving for the longest time and all she had ever craved was here in her mouth.
"Look at that boss, not a drop spilled." Karina giggles and you shoot a glare in her direction. "Maybe she isn't entirely useless when I'm here to guide her."
Wonyoung pulls her mouth from you, satisfied you have given her all you can. With her mouth full, she tilts her head back and opens wide, showing you a mouth full of cum. Quickly she closes, swallows, and opens again. Completely clean. You let out an unsteady sigh and caress her cheek with your thumb.
"Have I earned my place here?" Wonyoung bats her lashes, flirtatiously looking between you and Karina.
"Please," Karina cuts in. "You have to show more than that."
Wonyoung turns her gaze back at you. The lust hasn't faded from those eyes; her body hasn't relaxed, no. If anything, her shoulders seem more taut.
Karina caresses Wonyoung from the back down to her thighs. She kneels behind her. Karina presses her lips against the shell of her ear, whispering a question. "Kitten needs to show she can ride a big, hard cock, first."
Wonyoung is staring directly into your eyes. "Please can I ride your big, hard cock, boss?"
She is cute. Flashing those doe eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. Pupils dilating, mouth already red and abused. No way can you resist her when she says things like that. So with a finger under her chin, you guide her up and she stands. She's silently against you, and you put your finger between her legs.
Her face twists in pleasure and she holds her breath. With her panties soaked through, Wonyoung tensed.
"Do you want this, kitten?" you whisper hot and low.
"So fucking bad."
Within seconds you're clambering onto the bed, falling you your back and Wonyoung is crawling onto the bed over and licking her lips. Her nimble fingers start to work at the buttons of your shirt and then Karina joins to make sure you're fully undressed.
"Panties off," Karina commands. "Show us that pretty pussy."
Wonyoung is fiddling with her underwear and once it comes off, she flips herself around, positioning herself above you. Her cute ass staring at you with the tail slipped between, back arched, and hips raised high. You almost lose yourself when you gaze up, getting a glorious view of her shaved pussy.
Wonyoung is positively dripping at this point. You can smell, almost taste, her sweet juices. "What a tight little cunt, isn't it boss?"
Watching makes you harder—impossibly so—as Karina plays with Wonyoung's folds, flicking her clit with a finger and pressing her hole gently. Her slick drenches Karina's hand in seconds. You watch and listen as the moans rise from deep in Wonyoung's chest.
The saliva thickens. Lust pulses.
"I think Wonyoung is ready, boss." Karina meets your gaze.
"Let's see how good she can service a client."
Wonyoung crawls around on the bed, throwing a leg over your hips and straddling you.
Karina joins her, perching over her shoulder and cupping Wonyoung's cute tits. Wonyoung takes great effort to tease you, grinding her pussy onto your sensitive flesh, smearing her lust on you. There's something special about how the lips of her pussy cradle your cock and it takes a lot of self-control to stop yourself from simply reaching out, grabbing those narrow hips and throwing her into the bed.
"Now, Wonyoung," Karina purrs as she whispers into the crook of her neck. "All the guys who come here, they expect the best. The prettiest girls, the best service and most importantly: mind-blowing sex." Karina drags her claws over Wonyoung's flawless thighs, spreading them wider as she positions her towards you. Karina plants a soft kiss just below Wonyoung's ear and pushes Wonyoung forward, settling the dark-haired girl on top of you. "I want you to ride him and make a show of it. We love having the spotlight don't we Wonyoung?"
"You could have anyone in the world," the brunette grasps hold of your girth and pushes her slick wetness onto you. "But, you'll never, ever..." Wonyoung emphasises those last two words. "Find a pussy as tight as mine again. And tonight, this kitten is going to drain you."
She grips your cock firmly between her dripping folds, teasing your tip at her entrance. Her petite body is on the cusp of sinking down onto you. Wonyoung puts one hand on your chest and the other guides you in.
Inch by glorious inch, Wonyoung engulfs you. Those petals blooming, folding perfectly around you like the most decadent flower. The honey flows forth as she lets out a moan, sinking and welcoming you into that space inside her that you had craved.
There's a tightness like no other you can describe, and she wraps so wonderfully around you. She has her weight forward on her knees as she starts to rock her hips, she's a petite little thing but there's power in her slender figure and she's easily finding a rhythm. Wonyoung has an incredible body, with legs long and graceful, a smooth tummy with a gentle hourglass shape. And this perfect body is riding you so gracefully.
It's hard to imagine Wonyoung in a typical setting with typical hobbies. This suits her so well, she's exactly where she belongs; in this world of sex and lust with no consequences. She's a natural, just as her application had stated. Her motions, her seduction, all of it seems to just flow without any force behind it.
Wonyoung raises her arms above her head. Her hips grind sensually to music that isn't playing. You trace the curves of her stomach as she throws her head back in ecstasy.
She presents every sinful inch of her body for you to indulge in and her movements, the way she angles and rotates her hips, and every noise, groan and whine, they're all so vivid, and passionate. There is no shame nor hesitation in her actions.
Your hands travel, the skin of her thighs so silky smooth and her body toned to perfection. Wonyoung gyrates, a slow, rolling dance of pleasure as your tip pokes against her deepest spot. You trace her muscles, the definition of her abdominal region, she is fit, flawless. Then her hipbones. You hold tightly onto her waist, guiding her as you drive upwards. Her walls clutch tight around you, clinging to every ridge, every vein and she can't stop moaning.
"Faster."
It's an effort just to mutter that single syllable, especially as you struggle to draw air into your lungs as her rocking turns frantic and she obeys so willingly, bouncing faster. The tension and pressure build even quicker, and a fierce fire swirls deep inside your stomach as your skin burns and your muscles tighten.
Karina teases, "Tell me how good she is boss."
"So fucking good," you breathe. Wonyoung starts circling and twirling her hips to change up the sensation, something you're not used to and definitely enjoying. The soft whines escape from her lips, along with her ragged breaths, and every moment sends another shot of ecstasy surging through you.
"I think I like this one," Karina says as she runs her hands down Wonyoung's waist. "She has all the talent and can't deny it, plus she looks damn pretty with a fat dick buried deep into her tight pussy."
"She makes me want to cum," is your praise. Wonyoung takes it as an encouragement to thrust her hips even faster. The springs of the bed moan in unison with the girl. Karina puts pressure on her back, pushing Wonyoung forward, closer to you, and the brunette extends her hands towards your shoulders to steady herself as her pace is now completely frantic. "Keep this going," you order, "Just a little longer."
Karina swoops forward with her tongue, licking along the outline of Wonyoung's spine and nipping along her lower back. This action causes the girl above to buck and quiver, her entire body convulsing in an apparent climax and her speed quickens, and the pressure becomes tighter and tighter.
"We can make her into a fine catgirl, boss. Right away, what do you say?" Karina stares at you intensely, her hands slipping underneath Wonyoung, claws into Wonyoung's cute tits, cupping them with the black lacy material pulled tightly across the swollen nubs. She squeezes and pinches them through the fabric.
Wonyoung pours forth a stream of whines and squeaks of delight and Karina is right: with a little refinement and fine-tuning—and the proper transformation—Wonyoung will be a great addition to the Playhouse.
But, before that can happen, this kitten needs one more thing. A pussy full of cum.
"Gonna cum for our precious new catgirl, boss? Let this kitty milk you nice and dry," Karina rubs along Wonyoung's lithe frame. "This naughty cat is practically begging for it."
Karina's lips curve and there's a glimmer in her eyes as you grunt an affirmative response. Wonyoung's innermost walls tremble and clamp down hard on your cock.
"You want it, don't you Wonyoung?" Karina hums softly and sinks her teeth into her shoulder.
Wonyoung whimpers out a soft plea, "Inside me, cum inside please."
That's all you need to hear, and you stop holding back. Let her riding and her desire send you over the edge. Your hands grip tight on her slender legs as you erupt deep inside her. Marking her. Making her one of the girls.
"That's it," Karina encourages with that sexy purr in her tone. "Poor thing has worked so hard for the privilege."
Wonyoung squirms between the two of you, feeling you fill her and the satisfaction it brings her. Wonyoung goes rigid when you pour the last of your passion into her. When the high is fading and the burn becomes too much and the nerves are shot, you ease Wonyoung off you.
Karina takes her, guiding her trembling figure onto the bed next to you.
"Rest," Karina whispers as she places soft kisses across Wonyoung's chest and over her abdomen. "Just lay down for a moment, recover."
Karina's feline movements are always a marvel to watch. The grace and precision with which she can move her body makes it seem impossible. The girl is completely without peer and possesses more skill, aptitude, and athleticism than many could ever wish. She crawls over Wonyoung, over her arms and torso, legs stretched over the younger girls, Karina positions herself between Wonyoung's legs and dips to begin lapping at Wonyoung's cunt. The action has the dark-haired beauty gasping and trying to grip onto something, the sheets, your arm, anything.
The beautiful melody of Wonyoung's voice dances along every nerve in your body. Karina is busy lapping the taste of you and Wonyoung combined together, devouring the mix that the two of you had created.
"Wonyoung," you whisper.
"Y-yes, sir?" her breath hitches from Karina's expert tongue.
"How do you feel?"
She is flushed from cheek to chest. Her sweat glistens under the lamplight. Hair, matted in strands across her forehead. Wonyoung gives an exhaled chuckle.
"Like I'm where I belong." Wonyoung reaches to hold Karina's head, stroking her just behind the ears, where you know she really loves it. "I never want to leave."
"I'm sure you're going to be a popular girl, do you think you can handle that?"
Wonyoung twists and bucks as Karina's talented mouth works between her thighs, she replies while barely coherent, "I can. I want to."
"And becoming a real catgirl? Like Karina here?"
"It would be a privilege."
Wonyoung bites her lip as the purr emanates from her throat. Karina stops her licking for a moment just to look up at you both and say, "I like her." Her ear twitches and her tail sways in the way they always do when Karina is happy.
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As of July 21st, 2023, I will no longer be updating this blog.
I saw Twice in-person finally earlier this month, and honestly it was one of the best day/night of my life. But while I thought it might reignite my desire to write, it actually had the opposite effect - it was almost like the end of a journey, a capstone of sorts.
I still love writing, always will - but I think I've done all I've wanted to do in this community. There are better writers out there that have carried on the torch, and I suggest that everyone go out and immerse yourselves in the wealth of talent out there. Or if you have been thinking of writing yourself, go do it! I started writing on a whim in 2016 thinking no one would ever read the filth I put out. I am so thankful to have taken the plunge, and hopefully you will too.
I want to thank all the friends I've made on this blog and elsewhere in the community - you all know who you are, and I'll remember my time with you fondly.
Above all, I want to thank the readers, no matter how much of my work you read, for letting it be a part of your life. I have always been and always will be in awe at the idea that someone out there might enjoy my writing.
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LMAO. So you're one of those who likes to assume things, huh?! Just because I don't mention what you call 'child sexual exploitation' doesn't mean I don't care about those things, much more like a pedo apologist. Think whatever you want since, that's what 'free thinking' is for, right? As you said earlier, you aren't a Fed. You do yours, you do mine.
You 18+ smut writers are just committing the SAME CRIMES SANS THE CHILD PORN as those pedo smut writers do but sure, let me amuse you as well by letting you think YOU'RE BETTER THAN THEM since you know better not to indulge yourself in that trash thinking.
And sure, it's a blessing that Tumblr applies this ASK system. Very convenient to reprimand people with a TWISTED SENSE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS SUCH AS YOU. CIAO! xD
catch me then bitch lol
also is this chaewonplzbiteme or one of the others cause you seem pretty mad only now that the callout post was made and not before it
How fucked up must this guy's moral compass have to be to think that writing smut about legal adults is not better than writing smut about minors? The mere addition of "minors" adds a level that makes it worse. It's like saying to porn companies, "you're making porn anyway. What difference does it make if you make it with minors?" See how fucked up that statement is?
mommy Isa, how about having a roleplay with daddy in which you are the naughty rich girl try to do anything just to get fucked by your newest bodyguard (daddy)?
Ohhhhh imagine he caught me playing myself inside my papa’s car, but because he is a new one he will tell it to my papa. But for me to make it up for him, I offer him a deal that he will not decline.
As his first night on the job, I will let daddy to fuck me on the backseat of the car that he’s assigned. Spreading my legs up in the air while he pump me good.
If you could have a chance to fuck any girl group you like for a week, but the catch is you need to make every member cum three times a day. If you don't, you get sent home immediately. Who would you pick?
Lol no way in hell I'm gonna manage 27 orgasms in one day but it would be a fun single day :P
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Been a long time coming now, but I think it's finally time for me to just admit it. You all have given me so much love and support throughout the little over two and a half years I've been doing this, so I feel guilty but it's time to stop kidding myself.
I'm retiring from writing in this community for the foreseeable future. I just don't have the love and creative spark for the craft that I used to that made me want to write. I've written 2k words in the last 2 months and I really had to force myself to write them.
I was originally planning on doing an absolutely massive goodbye piece with like 40 idols involved. They were all going to be just interconnected 1k word quickies as a way to write a lot of different idols. It was going to be a bunch of idols that I haven't written before and also a lot of fan favorites of ones that I already have. I thought that it would be a fun way to end things on my blog and give you all one last thing to bust to on your way out.
Unfortunately, things don't always go the way we want and I only finished one short scene for Kang Mina. I really had to force myself to finish that one short part and I haven't touched anything in the month since I finished it honestly. I just haven't wanted to write in a long, long time. Deep down, I kinda knew this was coming ever since my hiatus last year, but I just didn't want to admit to myself that I was really finished.
Maybe I'll regain the spark and love for writing and return one day, but for now I don't see that happening any time soon. I'll still hang around and answer any asks that you guys want to send and talk to the writers that I've become close friends with. But I won't be releasing any new pieces.
Thank you all so, so much for all the love and support you've given me the last few years. I never imagined this blog would grow as much as it or that I would make as many amazing friends as I did. I just wanted a Sejeong smut and it turned into one of the most amazing journeys of my life.
Pic unrelated just Nayeon being an absolute qt 3.14.
Apologies for not being too active this week - been a busy one irl. Plugging away at a fic featuring an idol I've never written before that was literally inspired by a single pic lol, and I'll hopefully get that out this week. Setup is done, just need to write the smut (which ironically is the part of my stories that I'm least interested in writing these days lol). After that, back to the Karaoke world.
I love you all and hope you're being excellent to yourselves and to each other <3
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