Question just for fun! Who do you think eats pussy the best in sins corp! Also hypothetically if anyone of the girls had a dick in the sinscorp au who would it be and would it be small and cute or big and veiny
Ooooh massive question. Too bad it's just me who answers this, and I know there will be differing answers from the other writers.
Gowon eats pussy good, and I think Chuu would as well. The Haseul-Choerry situation... yknow, Haseul probably would be good.
Now, about the cocks... hmm. This was never a futa AU so I've never provisioned any brainspace for this part. Honestly, I doubt there's room for that in this current sandbox.
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Okay, so I've worked on my own Discord for about a month with @asmodeussoularium and @worldsover (Thank you both so much by the way). It's finally ready to be publicised, and here's the link!
Now, as most of you probably know, this isn't my first server—I nuked the first one because it was beyond dead and I didn't even really mod it because it was that dead. The first iteration was TWICE/ONCE themed, and here we are... because I'm now predominantly a LOONA writer... it's LOONA/Orbit themed. Specifically, it's Sins Corp themed. We've set the channels up with floor plans, lore, the character bios, etc. Come check it out and hang with the writers!
Sex in the sky wasn't something you'd expect to be doing, but here you are with Chuu kneeling between your legs, a soft whimper escaping her throat when she feels your warm and hard shaft brush against her back. Her clothes are strewn across the cabin—right after the "Seatbelts On" sign turns off, both you and Chuu are out of your seats, furiously making out and tearing clothes off the other. Chuu's sweater and shirt lie balled up in the back corner of the cabin, her skirt is haphazardly kicked aside on the floor, and her boots have fallen on their sides, away from each other. Similarly, your clothing can be found all around the room except for your tie.
Chuu strains against the knot that binds her wrists together. Your tie has been repurposed as rope to tie your fuckbuddy's wrists up. Chuu yelps when you push her over to rest on her knees, then the yelps turn into moans when she feels your tip run over her slit, teasing the entrance to her pussy, where she wants that hard cock the most.
"You're so fucking naughty, hm, Chuu? Screaming for Daddy out in public while squirting everywhere, you desperate slut. What, couldn't wait for Daddy's cock?"
"No, Daddy, I… I…"
"You're fucking lucky I want you as much as you want me."
With a hard snap of your hips, you bury yourself balls deep right into Chuu. You curse loudly at how tight and wet Chuu is while Chuu screams, her pussy stuffed with her boss's hard cock all at once. Without skipping a beat, you're already pulling out of Chuu, leaving just the tip in before you slam your hips against her ass, plunging deep into her cunt again. Chuu screams again, a little softer than at first, but a scream nonetheless. You plant five deep thrusts into Chuu right before the door to your private quarters cracks open and Gowon rushes in.
"Boss, Team Leader! Are you—OH SHIT!"
Gowon steps back, her eyes locked on the erotic display in front of her. Her body, formerly in a fighting stance, relaxes as she starts to process what she's seeing—her boss pounding into her Team Leader, one hand grabbing her bound wrists, the other on her shoulder forcing her into the mattress. You smile at the welcomed intrusion.
"Hey, Princess—oh, fuck, Chuu, you're so fucking tight—I'd like you to take a seat right there—ah, fuck, that's it. You like to watch, don't you? Get—fuck!—get comfortable and—oh, yes, shit...—touch yourself if you want to."
You rock Chuu's body with two more thrusts before you glance at Gowon again.
"Carry on, Princess. I bet you're fucking wet watching me pound this slut of a Team Leader."
You pull at Chuu's restraints, your other hand reaching to tug softly at the base of her ponytail. Chuu's limp, naked body is exposed to all of Gowon's eyes, and every thrust rocks her hard. She is long gone—her eyes glassy, jaw slack, moans unintelligible. You aren't sure if she's even using her words anymore.
"Look, Chuu. Look at who decided to join us. I'm so happy she's here, because now I can show her how I fuck you, my cock-hungry slut."
Gowon sinks on the sofa opposite the bed after peeling her panties off her. She sits on the soft, resting her feet atop the leather, but squeezing her thighs closed as she inserts two fingers deep into herself. You shake your head in disapproval, letting a smirk curl your lips up.
"No, no. That's no good, Princess. Spread… yes… Spread your legs open for me and your Team Lead. Show us how—mm—how fucking wet you are and how much you love watching us fuck."
Gowon moans at your command, and she obliges, her legs spreading open as she lowers them to the ground. She circles her clit, adding another loud moan to the lewd sounds of sex already present. Gowon's pussy glistens with arousal, her nipples little diamonds atop her perky breasts. With her free hand, Gowon begins to pinch and tug at her nipples. You know how sensitive she is—she can cum from nipple stimulation alone—and that means Gowon definitely isn't going to last that long.
"That's my good girl, Gowon, that's right. When I'm done with this slut, I'll make sure to reward you, my good girl."
Gowon whimpers at the praise. You focus on Chuu again, your thrusts getting harder and faster. You pull Chuu up even more, until her ear is right next to your lips.
"Gowon's watching, slut. Are you about to be a good slut and cum on my cock?"
"Haaagh—yes! Yes, Daddy! I… You're hitting me right there, FUCK! Daddy, I'm going to… I'm so clo—MMGH!"
One pinch of her clit is all she needs before her pussy forcefully ejects your cock from its warm depths. Chuu spasms and convulses as a hard jet of squirt sprays out of her pussy onto the bed sheets, her hips bucking with every spray. Chuu's eyes have rolled back into her head, her tongue hung out in a textbook ahegao face. Her bangs stick to her forehead, sweat running down her body, wrecked by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.
At the same time, Gowon goes rigid as a soft gush of squirt pools between her legs before flowing off the leather of the sofa. She rubs her clit furiously, her fingers pinching and tugging on her left nipple while her hips roll against her finger. Gowon's eyes lock onto her Team Leader Chuu, the combined ahegao and squirting orgasm the tipping point that took Gowon to physical heaven.
In order to keep yourself close to the edge as Chuu cums, you jerk yourself off while watching the bound girl in front of you. However, Gowon squirting breaks your discipline, and with one hard stroke, thick white semen erupts from your tip to leave streaks all over Chuu's back and ass, and a few errant sprays cover Chuu's dripping pussy in a curtain of white. Chuu moans with every warm stream of cum spraying across her skin, and you're unable to resist groaning with every spurt of cum leaving your body.
Chuu falls over, exhausted. You lean back against the headrest, your cock twitching when you catch sight of Gowon on the sofa, her pussy clenching and leaking when she catches your eye.
"Come here, Princess. You've been a good girl and therefore deserve a reward."
Gowon climbs onto the bed and you pat your lap. She straddles you, kneeling over your body.
"You looked so pretty cumming for me, Princess. Now..."—You line your cock with her pussy, pushing a hand softly against her hips to get her to impale herself on your cock—"you should get your reward."
Today, there's an important business trip out to neighbouring Japan to discuss business regarding acquisition of the next asteroid mining strip, and of course, her boss insists on going in person.
Normally, she'd be fine with the whole thing—early morning flights and all—but this time, she curses the timeline of events. This isn't the first early morning flight that leaves her with not much free time in the morning, and neither will it be the last. However, it definitely is the first flight in a long time that she ends up at the airport hot, bothered, and in need of a good release.
Chuu regrets watching that movie before bedtime last night. The intimate scenes definitely were shot a little too well, and the resulting wet dream last night involving her boss and her having the roughest sex definitely left her needing more when she woke up in the morning. She curses this early morning flight instead.
Chuu fiddles with the hem of her skirt, the brushes of her fingers against her thighs sending pleasurable tingles to her core. Her panties are definitely less than clean—looking at her boss this morning left her with even more inappropriate thoughts. If she doesn't get any release soon, she might actually go crazy.
"Sir, we board our private flight in thirty minutes."
Ah, Gowon's back from her talk with the airport staff. Chuu gasps in excitement at the thirty minute timer. That's definitely more than enough time to take care of herself somewhere. She wonders about getting her boss to come help get her off, but he seems like he's in business mode right now, fingers clicking away rapidly on his laptop and all. Guess she'll have to make do with her fingers.
"Boss, I need to use the washroom. I'll be right back, okay?"
Her boss nods, a smile on his face. "Go on, come back soon. We board in thirty."
"Okay!" Chuu grins. The excitement of finally being able to get off provides the spring in her step. She knows Incheon International Airport like the back of her hand by now, with how many business trips she's had to attend to with her boss. The trip to the handicapped toilet takes less than two minutes, and she breathes a sigh of relief when she locks the door.
Chuu wastes no time in hiking up her skirt and pulling her panties off. The wet spot on her panties is irrefutable evidence of how aroused she is, and the cool air of the washroom feels so pleasurable against her dripping cunt. She mentally pats herself on her back for her good choice in outfit today—tight black shirt, paired with a cute skirt and a tiny sling bag. If anything, it's not only a pretty outfit, but it provides easy access to herself. Saving on time, saving on trouble.
"Ah!"
Chuu releases a gasp when her skin comes into contact with the cold plastic of the toilet cover. She places her bunched-up panties atop the tank of the toilet along with her bag, leaning back to rest on said tank. Chuu spreads her legs open, raising them to rest on the cover.
"Mmf~"
Her imagination wanders, as does her fingers. Chuu parts her labia with her right index and ring fingers as her middle finger runs across her entrance, over her clit.
"Yes..."
Chuu releases a sigh of pleasure at the thought of her boss with his hands on her. She pulls up her shirt and exposes her bra for a short moment before she hikes it up as well. A blush spreads across her face at the thought of how naughty she is—naked in a public bathroom, her chest and pussy exposed, fingering herself to a much needed release while thoughts of her boss plague her mind. She kneads her chest the way she knows her boss would as she sinks a finger into herself, a shaky moan drawn from her throat. Her dream from the morning comes to mind, and Chuu takes herself back to it and mixes the dream with her reality. In her head, her boss has her pinned on a mattress, her skirt hiked up just as it is in reality.
"You're so fucking pretty like this, Chuu. Needy, submissive, and begging to be taken. I know you'd love it if I pounded the cum out of you. Do you want me to?"
"Yes, Daddy, pound me, fuck me, use me like the cumslut I am! I'm your toy, your fucktoy, please, please fuck me!"
Chuu tweaks her nipple as she strikes at her clit with her fingers. Her moans echo in the empty bathroom and she rushes to muffle herself. It wouldn't do good to be found masturbating in public like the naughty girl she is. She bites down on her shirt, her chest heaving with shaky breaths.
"A-ah!"
Chuu plunges her middle and ring fingers into her vagina, her back arching at the delicious sensations traversing her body. Her fingers take on the role of her boss' cock, fucking her just the way she likes it.
"I'm gonna fucking wreck you, baby girl."
Chuu releases a broken moan at the imaginary dialogue, made all too real by her lust-addled mind. She sets a relentless pace for herself, fueled by her burning desire for a good orgasm and the inability to take as much time as she wants. Wet squelches accompany her whiny moans as she fucks her own hole with her fingers, slick dripping onto the toilet cover from the gaps between her fingers.
"Daddy, Daddy, I'm so fucking wet for your cock, fuck me just like that Daddy, fuck!"
Chuu strikes her own G-spot on each thrust, curls of her fingers driving her wild. She checks her watch on her left hand—20 minutes left, more than enough for an orgasm. Her head rolls to the side as she closes her eyes, mouth open in a perpetual "O", her shirt released from her hold in favour of vocalizing her mounting pleasure.
"Oh, oh fuck, fuck, Daddy, Daddy, right there, I'm gonna fucking cum on your cock Daddy, I'm gonna squirt on your cock!"
A broken guttural moan is ripped out of Chuu's throat as her hips buck hard. Stream after stream of liquid fires out of her orgasming pussy, clenching and unclenching with each burst, her release splashing against the wall of the bathroom. Some of it leaks down her hole to pool on the toilet seat as her fingers rub her clit furiously as she tweaks her right nipple, her orgasm prolonged with the sensations all over her body.
Chuu's hips twitch when her orgasm subsides, juices still leaking from between her legs. She raises her wet hand to her lips, tongue swirling all over her fingers to clean herself up. The fire between her legs still doesn't subside—in fact, she wants one more orgasm.
"Fuck~!"
Chuu plunges her fingers into her hole again. This time, she works both her G-spot and her clit. A cursory check on her watch—15 minutes—and Chuu thrusts her fingers into herself rapidly as her other hand works her clit at a similar pace. Thoughts of her boss picking her up and pounding her against the wall of his office flood her mind. The pleasure Chuu brings to herself renders her unable to comprehend anything more than her desire for her boss to wreck her body.
It is with the mantra that Chuu brings herself to the strongest orgasm she's had all day. A scream tears itself out of Chuu as a long burst of squirt splatters itself on the wall in front of Chuu. The oversensitivity of her first orgasm contributes to the strength of her second. The repeated bucking of Chuu's hips and writhing of her body atop her seat sends her orgasm spraying up and down the polished tiles of the wall, Chuu's pleasure washing over the smooth material, some of it splashing over Chuu herself. Chuu gasps and heaves with each violent movement of her hips, each spray leaving her body. Waves of relief wash over Chuu—she finally got the orgasm she was looking for, the kind of release she craved and deserved the entire morning.
With a long sigh, Chuu slides off the toilet. She tears off a long section of toilet paper, laying it over the cover of the seat. Another section of toilet paper goes to her thighs and pussy, cleaning up any residue spillage. Chuu hurries to make herself presentable again—she still has a plane to catch and a business trip to attend.
When Chuu deems herself presentable, her sweat wiped off her brow, her hair arranged neatly, she unlocks the door to the washroom and walks out. To her surprise, she is immediately grabbed and pinned to the wall. Adrenaline kicks in, and she nearly takes her assailant down, but she stalls when she feels her boss' touch around her wrists.
"Mm, baby girl. Didn't take you to be so naughty, screaming for me as you orgasmed in public."
"Ah—Boss, no, Daddy, no, ah!" Red burns across Chuu's face. How did he know?
Her boss grabs her hand and pushes it towards his hard bulge. He directs her hand with her wrist, letting her feel how hard he strains against his pants.
"Look at what you've done, Chuu."
He grins.
"I came looking for you, and here you are, begging to be fucked, like the naughty girl you are. You wanna squirt on my cock, hm? We have 2 hours between Seoul and Tokyo, and I'm gonna make sure you squirt all over my cock on the plane, since you want it so much."
Her boss leans in, his lips right next to her ear.
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I don't feel like I did my best with this, but it works for a debut, I think...
Edit: So I forgot to tag @worldsover for this. This debuts him into the world as well. The ending is a reference to his Hyeju fic, so check that one out!
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Son Hyeju. Assistant to the CEO of the Corporation. One of the fastest to rise the ranks from entry level to the right-hand woman of the boss. Her skills are exemplary, determination unparalleled, intelligence unmatched. Having graduated college early, with honours no less, she is definitely a force to be reckoned with intellectually. Furthermore, she's easily one of the most beautiful women working under the Corp.
Hyeju has a bit of a reputation within the company's walls. The typical expression she adorns during work is that of a scowl, and her wolf-like features only accentuate the ferocious image she portrays. Her gaze is cold and sharp, and her perception definitely is akin to that of a wolf's. Most employees know her as the infamous "Secretary Hyeju", as a result of the striking beauty and cold, no-nonsense vibe she exudes during work hours.
Sometimes, you wonder why people fear her. She's definitely not the wolf people think she is—well, not when she's chilling on the couch in the office, gaming away on the latest generation Playstation, anyway. Unlike the ever professional Secretary Hyeju whose put-together attire and resting bitch face serve to intimidate the typical rank-and-file employee, this Hyeju has her dress shirt unbuttoned all the way down and tucked into her pants. Her usual boots are traded for a pair of black bunny slippers.
Hyeju stares intently at the TV, lips hanging open in their natural triangle. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, held together around a stick with a hair claw. A pair of white rimmed glasses sit atop her nose. Beside her rests a few empty packs of Pocky and a bottle of Sprite. Talk about peak comfort—no bra, one stick of Pocky hanging between her teeth, fingers mashing the buttons on the wireless console while her back rests against the finest leather money can buy.
God damn, she's fucking hot and cute at the same time. You smile at the sight of her relaxed self, opting to leave her be. No reason to disturb her with your horny thoughts.
Twenty two simulated men run around the field onscreen, the binary bending to the player's will. With a calculated press, a player kicks the ball, and the arch lands Hyeju the victory.
"Assa! I won!" Hyeju punches the air, her eyes crinkling with how wide her smile is.
Muffled curses escape from the floor below. Hyeju laughs, recognizing her gaming partner's voice. You smile at the interaction—Asmodeus lost again, didn't he? And now—ah, there's Choerry, asking about what her Oppa's doing. What a dream their relationship is, essentially childhood sweethearts who made it together.
"Yo, Hye."
"Mm."
"Work done for the day?"
"Yeah, Boss."
You smile with her verbal confirmation. Your secretary is definitely the best out of all the secretaries you've had before. You take your seat behind your desk.
"Boss."
"Yeah?"
Hyeju rises from the sofa and walks over to you. She grabs your arm as she twirls around you to lean on your desk.
"Um…" Hyeju hesitates as she stares at you, chewing her bottom lip. Her expression schooling into one of practiced indifference. It is all an act however—she fidgets with her wristwatch, peering at it ever so often. You know her nervous habits too well; she's been your secretary too long for you not to be aware.
"I… I'm horny."
Huh. Out of nowhere.
"I've been horny the whole day. Can we… Can we sleep together?"
"That's random, Hye."
She blushes, hiding her face behind her hands. Your secretary really can be more of a wolf cub at times. Well, she's horny, you're kinda horny. Why not? Work definitely can wait.
"Sure. Let's go."
You leave your suit jacket on your seat, along with your tie, then pull Hyeju to your bedroom. When you take a seat on your bed, you tap on your lap, Hyeju following instantly to straddle you and sit atop your lap. Hyeju pulls the hair stick out of her bun followed by the hair claw. Her hair falls apart, cascading down her back and shoulders. Her accessories are placed atop the bedside table before she runs her hands through her hair, arranging it neatly. Hyeju stares intently at you, lust burning behind her gaze. Her shirt rides up, spreading open, exposing all of her chest for your viewing pleasure. You rest your hands on her hips, admiring her ethereal beauty. If you weren't turned on earlier, you are now.
"Oh wow. Wow. Hyeju, shit. You're gorgeous."
She blushes as she pulls her glasses off her face. "Thank you, boss."
Can I kiss you?"
"Yes, please."
You smile, leaning towards Hyeju. Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Hyeju's lips are so soft, and kissing her is something you'll never get tired of. If anything, she's just as good a kisser as Chuu is. You slide a hand from her hips up to her back, and when she doesn't resist, you stroke her back over her dress shirt. Hyeju swipes a tongue over your lips, and you meet her tongue with yours, swirling around the other. She moans into the kiss, her deep voice becoming even deeper with lust.
"Boss, let me."
Hyeju plants her lips on your neck, nibbling on the skin. Her fingers reach for the buttons on your shirt, popping them open as she sucks on your neck. She pushes you over, grinding on your bulge as she works her mark on your neck. You groan under her efforts as she spreads open your shirt and runs a hand across the exposed skin, across your toned chest, your solid abs, her fingers circling and pinching your nipples. Hyeju pauses only to rip her own shirt off her body, leaving both you and her topless. You sit back up, flipping Hyeju over. You rip your shirt off you, throwing it aside, then start to mark her neck the same way she marked you.
"Hyeju-yah, you're so pretty."
Hyeju's flush goes all the way down her neck. She squirms, unable to meet your gaze, hiding her gleeful smile behind her hand. She's never been one to accept compliments well, so this is the best reaction you'll get. Shy Hyeju, baby wolf Hyeju, the cutest Secretary Hyeju.
Her high-pitched whine when you bite down on her skin only gets sharper when you knead her left breast. The vocalizations of her pleasure send tingles down your spine, down to your shaft. Your shaft strains against the prison constructed by your clothing. Hyeju is just as aroused as you are, if her moans and the sound of her thighs rubbing against each other are any indication.
When you've left your mark on Hyeju, you retake her lips. Hyeju loves slow, sensual sex, and you want to make sure she enjoys the experience. Unlike Chuu, who loves being used as a toy and railed, Hyeju enjoys the more tender aspects of sex. She adores the intimacy of copulation, regardless of relationship status. Essentially, each time you share a bed with Hyeju, you make love to her, even though the both of you are not in a relationship.
Hyeju's soft moans are exquisite. She archs her back into your touch, subtly demanding more. You carry on kneading the supple flesh of her left breast, your tongues sliding over the other in a torrid kiss. The cub grabs your hand with her own, pushing your hand against her body. Her free hand kneads her right breast, tugging at her nipples to increase the pleasure she feels.
You break the torrid kiss to trail chaste pecks against her skin. You want to taste her skin, drink in her body. A mutual interest, perhaps—she loves intimacy, and you love babying your secretary just the way she likes it. Your path leads you down the valley between her breasts, each peck paired with a swipe of your tongue against her skin. When you circle her right nipple with your tongue, Hyeju gasps. She cradles your head with her hands as you nibble on the taut nub, rolling the other nipple with your fingers.
"Ah—Boss, it feels so good, oh!"
"I'm glad, Hyeju."
The clicking of a belt being undone reaches your ears. Hyeju is clearly impatient—she's already working the button and zipper of her pants, trying to pull them off her. You grab her hands, pulling them aside as you tug on the waistband yourself. Hyeju lifts her hips, and you pull her pants off her, exposing all of her to you. You work on your own pants and socks next as Hyeju stares in anticipation, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, thighs squeezed together in arousal. When you're fully exposed to her, Hyeju spreads her legs open. Her juices drip all over her crotch and thighs, staining your sheets. Hyeju whimpers when she sees how hard you are, your precum dripping from the tip, shaft twitching ever so often. You stare at her, admiring her from top to bottom, from her beautiful eyes, her open lips, the creamy skin of her shoulders, the supple flesh of her chest, her delicious thighs. What demands your attention is the pink, puffy slit, dripping with Hyeju's desire for you. Her pussy clenches under your lustful gaze, her clit poking out of its hood.
"Boss, I want you, quick, please!"
You pull your wallet from the pocket of your discarded pants, retrieving a packet from within. Rip it open, roll the condom over your shaft. Hyeju bites her finger, eyes on your every move.
Hyeju is one of the few that request for you to use protection during sex. You always honor the request—if she's happy, you're happy.
"Ready?" You line yourself up with Hyeju's pussy. On her nod, you part her walls with your shaft, pushing in inch by inch. Both you and Hyeju moan into the other's ear, your grunts and her gasps mingling within the bedroom. When you hilt, you begin to pull out, but Hyeju grabs your arm to stop you.
"Wait, please."
You freeze, cradling her head.
"Are you okay?"
"More than." Hyeju draws a shaky breath, her hand covering her mouth. "You feel so good in me. Just… just let me enjoy it for a bit."
You adjust both you and Hyeju to wrap an arm around her. The other rests behind her head, and you kiss her neck, her chin, her earlobe. Hyeju whimpers with each kiss, the sound muffled against her hand.
"Don't cover yourself, Hye. Let it out. You sound beautiful."
Hyeju is still so painfully shy. Even after all this time, she still muffles her vocalizations of pleasure during sex. Her demeanor in bed is definitely a lot more shy than she is outside in the office. She's been your secretary for some time, and yet she still remains meek and mild under you.
"Okay, Boss. You can move now."
You withdraw slowly from Hyeju, pulling out halfway before thrusting back in. Hyeju moans softly with every exit and entry, and you grunt at how tight she feels around you. Hyeju is tight. So damn tight. She's even tighter than Chuu, maybe even comparable to Gowon. She really wanted this, huh? Yet, every movement is smooth, a testament to how wet Hyeju is. You rejoin your lips to hers, your moans mixing with the torrid kisses you share. The slow clap of your thrusts into Hyeju forms a rhythm accompanying the slurps of your tongue against hers, the both of you making sure to keep the other as close as you physically can.
"Boss, faster!"
You oblige, upping the tempo of your thrusts. Hyeju's moans get quicker as she bites her lip.
"Hye, let me hear your beautiful voice."
"A-Ah, yes, Boss!"
You kiss Hyeju again and again, making sure to be as intimate as you can. You want to service her as you do with all the girls that share your bed, and this is no different. Hyeju gets tighter, wetter, warmer, and you know she's about to cum.
"Don't hold back, Hye. Let it all out for me."
"O-Oh, yes, I'm gonna cum, Boss, I'm—"
Hyeju's back arches, her chest pushing against yours. Her walls tighten around your shaft as Hyeju yelps in pleasure, slick running down her walls and leaking onto the bed. You fuck her through her orgasm, resisting the urge to fill the condom with your seed, joining her in peak pleasure. When Hyeju finishes with her orgasm, she wraps her arms around your neck.
"Your turn, Boss."
You flash a smile at Hyeju. She returns the same soft grin as she meets you in the middle, another torrid kiss exchanged between the both of you. You resume thrusting into Hyeju, her moans against your lips following once more. This time, you thrust harder, the increased lubrication from Hyeju's orgasm aiding you along the way.
Having edged yourself once, you're not about to edge yourself again. This time, you need to finish, but you want Hyeju to cum one more time as well. Now, you grab Hyeju's legs, hooking them with your elbows. Hyeju squeals with the new position, your shaft thrusting deeper into her each time. With practiced ease, you aim for Hyeju's G-spot and hit it with each thrust. You rest your weight on one elbow, a hand kneading Hyeju's left breast as you lean in for another kiss. Both of you let the kiss run its course, refusing to break it until the need for air forces you to finally give it up.
"Boss… I—I can't hold on for much longer."
"It's okay, Hyeju. Cum with me."
You thrust faster, a little harder. Hyeju wraps her legs around your waist, locking you in as you put in your all into another kiss. This time, you nibble on her lower lip, softly sucking and tugging it while Hyeju pulls you in with her arms around your back. You count each thrust it takes for the tension to finally give.
One, two, three, four, so close…
"I'm cumming!"
"Shit!"
The hybrid stimulation of her nipple and G-spot pushes Hyeju over the edge one more time. Her walls tighten around your shaft as she squeals, pulling you flush against her into your last deep kiss. Hyeju's orgasming body forces you to join her—your shaft quivers and pulsates as you empty your balls into the condom. Shot after shot of cum fills the protective layer between you and Hyeju while her walls squeeze you for all the cum you have.
You pull out of Hyeju post-orgasm, discarding the used condom in the trash can beside your bed. Both of you lie atop the mattress, catching your breath.
"Was it okay?"
"Yes, Boss. Thank you."
"Horny for the whole day, huh? Pervert."
"Yah!" Hyeju's voice cracks as she rolls over to punch you lightly. "I didn't ask to dream of you having sex with me last night—oop!" She slaps her mouth shut with her hand, a blush burning itself across her face.
You laugh, reaching over to ruffle her hair. You didn't know you still have this effect over your secretary, but hey, it's a win.
"Glad you still think I'm hot. Come on, Hye. Shower."
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Both you and Hyeju sit on the sofa, jamming buttons on the controllers. Both of you are fresh out of the shower—Hyeju's clad in only a bathrobe while you're in a T-shirt and shorts, hair still damp.
"I'm gonna win, Hye! Don't say I didn't warn you!"
"Fuck off, Boss. Take this!" Hyeju mashes a combination of buttons that sends the ball on the screen careening between the goalposts on your side.
"ASSA! GOAL!"
You groan, punching Hyeju on the arm as she does a happy dance beside you. Gaming with her is something you always do on slower days.
Knock, knock.
"Come in!"
The door slides open, and Vivi walks in with someone unfamiliar. Both you and Hyeju turn to face the duo.
Are the rest of the LOONA members taken for the Sins Corp universe? I've read Haseul, Choerry, Kim Lip, Chuu and Gowon but nothing yet from the others, I think? I'm a little interested to pitch in but I'm not really that confident in my writing :(
@ninesixtywrites got me to write a Chuu quickie, so here we go.
Unedited, as usual for quickies.
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"Hiya, Boss!"
Chuu bursts through your door, waving enthusiastically at you. You look up, matching her smile with yours. She's dressed in just a sports bra and some shorts, sporting a sweat from an earlier workout.
"Hey, Chuu. Just came back from the gym?"
"Yeah!" She punches and kicks the air, showing her prowess in taekwondo. "I practiced a lot today, and did a number on my arms!" She puffs her cheeks, putting her hands on her hips, looking like the world's least menacing bodyguard.
"You're being super cute right now, and not at all menacing."
"Noooo~! I'm not being cute, really!" She has her hands on her cheeks, whining with that high pitched voice of hers. You just laugh in response—trust her to be the happy pill you need as a break from work. The number of reports coming in that needs your attention seems to only be going up, never down.
You stand up, opening your arms for a hug. You know Chuu will never deny a hug, and of course, she bounds into your arms, wrapping you tightly in her embrace.
"How is work today, boss?"
"Busy. I'm like… really stressed with the amount of reports. Busy days ahead, I guess."
"Do you need some de-stressing, Boss? Or should I call you Daddy?"
Your dear bodyguard blushes, a little bit of lust burning behind her eyes. You smile, taking her offer.
"What do you have in store for me?"
"I'd like to blow you, Daddy."
"Sure."
You move to the couch, grabbing the most comfortable cushion you can find. You hand it to Chuu, moving behind the desk. Chuu kneels in front of you, unbuckling your belt and undoing the zipper, pulling them down to your knees. She grabs your shaft, wrapping a hand around it, jerking you. She watches in joy as your shaft hardens under her touch. One hand of hers reaches to fondle your balls.
"Go ahead, Chuu. Suck it."
Chuu smiles, giving your shaft a kiss. Her lips part, letting your shaft into her warm mouth. Slowly, she bobs her head along the length, taking you inch by inch each time.
"Fuck, that feels good, Chuu."
"Thank you, Daddy." She jerks you off, moving to lick and kiss your balls. You groan, and Chuu smiles. She returns to your shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip. Watching her only makes it hotter for you.
Chuu stares into your eyes as she repeatedly licks the underside of your swollen head. You stroke her head, and she sighs in satisfaction, wrapping her lips around your tip. The sights, sounds, sensations of Chuu blowing you never get old—Chuu is extremely hot no matter what she does, and you can't help but just enjoy the pleasure she gives you. Not that you don't want to, but that's besides the point.
You stare at Chuu's full lips. Those same full lips she always puckers up for a kiss to your cheek, when she's teasing you with a flying kiss during your banter. The same lips you've kissed multiple times during the times you've shared your bed with her. Right now, these lips look so pretty wrapped around your shaft, blowing you. They might be the prettiest feature of hers, aside from her expressive eyes.
Man, Haseul really hired the prettiest people to work for you, huh. Heejin, Yves, Yerim, Hyunjin, Chuu, the list goes on. Maybe you should really thank Haseul one of these days.
"What're you thinking about, Daddy?"
"About how pretty you look, not just right now, but all the time. And also, about where Haseul finds all the pretty people to hire to work here."
"Thinking about other girls when I'm blowing you, how mean." Chuu giggles, teasing you a bit. You laugh with her, knowing she isn't offended. She fills her mouth with your shaft again, bobbing her head. You grab her head, slowly thrusting in time with her bobs. Chuu doesn't object, but you don't want to fuck her face—she can take it, but you don't want to.
Chuu's hands on your thighs move to grip your ass, pulling you into her. You maintain your thrusts into her for a while, feeling the knot start to form in your loins. You fuck her mouth for a short while, before you feel Chuu tap your thighs. You let go immediately, wondering if she's okay.
"I'm okay, Daddy. I just wanted to do something else." Chuu jerks your spit-covered cock, swirling her tongue over your tip again, collecting the precum leaking from the slit. She repeats her actions from earlier, licking the sensitive underside of your head, tightening the knot.
"Fuck, Chuu. If you keep doing that, I'm not gonna hold on for much longer."
"That's fine, Daddy. You can cum into my mouth, or over my face. I don't mind either."
Chuu doubles her efforts on jerking you off. You groan when she sucks on the tip, jerking quicker and quicker. She gives you short licks along your slit, across your cockhead, pairing it with some dirty talk.
"Cum for your slut, Daddy. Would you like to paint your slut white? Would you want to fill her slutty mouth? Make her take it down her throat? Take your pick, Daddy."
"Oh, fuck, Chuu, shit…"
"Pick one, Daddy."
"Your mouth this time, Chuu."
Chuu jerks you off hard, her tongue only striking the underside. Within seconds, your low groan of "Fuck!" heralds the first shot of your cum, and Chuu wraps her lips around your head, letting rope after rope of warm semen fire into her mouth. She never stops jerking you off, and you empty your balls into her mouth, enjoying the peak physical pleasure she gives you.
When you finish, you pull out of Chuu's mouth. Chuu keeps her mouth open, showing you your load in her mouth. She closes her mouth, swallows, then opens her now empty mouth. You smile, helping her up.
Chuu looks a lot more nervous when you fix yourself up to look decent. She rubs her thighs together, a blush across her face and ears.
"What's wrong, Chuu?"
"Daddy, I've sucked you off, but… now I want my turn." Chuu pulls her shorts and panties off, letting them drop on the floor. You can see how wet she is from the wet spot on her panties.
"Oh, dear. Let's fix that, shall we?"
You pick Chuu up, planting her on your desk. She is exceptionally wet, dripping slick out of her puffy lips. You spread her legs, moving close to her pussy. You look at her, your low whisper making her whimper
