WARNING—threesome ✦ best friend!chungha + girlfriend!sunmi x reader ✦ power bottom(s) ✦ thigh riding ✦ marking ✦ teasing ✦ breast worship ✦ nipple play ✦ praise kink ✦ stripping ✦ brief mommy kink ✦ princess kink ✦ babygirl kink ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption, breath play, fingering, oral sex, penetration, rewards & punishments
THEMES—borderline smut ✦ open relationship au ✦ best friend au ✦ future smut
NOW PLAYING—Stay Tonight ✦ CHUNG HA
[A/N.] finally a threesome!
this is NOT sex ed, this is entertainment! in real life you have to discuss safe words, boundries and preferences before sex! and after sex it’s important to have aftercare!
I had always thought of my best friend Chungha as an attractive person — damn, I'd even had a crush on her when we were younger! But she never showed me any signs of reciprocating my feelings whenever I'd invite her to "hang out sessions" that were way too romantic to be considered friendly. I mean, how heteronormative must one be if your best friend and you make tea together and then cuddle as you watch the Fear Street series and you think it's a friend thing?! So it was therefore an eye-widening surprise when she grabbed my face and kissed me 20 minutes ago.
We had gone to a party tonight "to have some fun" as Chungha'd phrased it, which I hadn't thought too much about. Had she meant this type of fun? Kissing each other? Or was it just the alcohol that had made her desperate enough to seek out her best friend to let out her sexual frustration on? Lalisa's all girl party seemed to be full of women (and other non-men) too occupied with each other so I definitely understood why she had a hard time finding someone "to have some fun" with.
"I don't want to go home, ____," she mumbled into my shoulder from behind me. Right after she'd kissed me I'd decided it was time to go because I thought she was too drunk and didn't want her to have a horrible hangover the next day, thus we were now outside, waiting for an uber to come and pick us up and away from this place. I was carrying her on my back — thankfully she had decided to wear shorts and not a mini skirt or dress tonight — because I was scared she was drunk enough to pass out any minute and didn't want so much as a scratch on her precious skin. She had told me she wasn't that drunk, only a little tipsy, but I didn't believe her since she had kissed me and I only expected that to be a possible scenario when she's really, really, really drunk.
"You need to go home," I replied. I hadn't called an uber driver and waited 15 minutes for us to stay at this crazy place. She hung her head into the crook of my neck, making her blonde curls fall onto my exposed collarbone and tickle me unintentionally, as well as blessing me with a breeze of lavender instead of the puke I smelled when I had walked past Sakura, Eunbi and the rest of their crew. Tough night for Sakura I'm guessing, I heard that her ex had moved on with Somi (yes, that's a reference to my Somi fic).
"Stay tonight?" my best friend asked softly into my ear.
"You can stay at my place tonight," I suggested instead of going to hers because Sunmi, my girlfriend, had earlier today requested if we could watch a movie together and I didn't want to disappoint her with lack of attention and care. Whenever we had sleepovers — which happened often — we would be at Chungha's place since she had no roomate, so this would therefore be our first time having one at my place. Her and Sunmi weren't the bestest friends so I wasn't sure how this would go. They didn't hate each other; they just didn't click well together for some reason.
"Yay!" she giggled calmly into my ear, tightening her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders even more, making it a little difficult to breathe but it was fine because she seemed happy and that made me happy. It didn't seem to matter to her that we would stay at my place instead of hers, whether it was because she thought Sunmi wasn't there or because she was drunk I wasn't sure — but once again as long as she was smiling I was fine with whatever.
She was always such a cutie whenever she was drunk, always saying or doing weird stuff cutely, like making ugly faces [cutely because looking ugly is impossible for her] or singing songs in very high pitches to make me laugh. Only Chungha was this cute when she was drunk. Other people looked like they were done with everything when they were drunk. And then there were those people who were straight up obnoxious and too loud when they were drunk but let's not talk about them!
Before I could soften up even more at her hair and nose tickling me, the uber was here. For a microsecond Chungha pouted and then got off my back, but I didn't notice as I was too busy opening the door for her as the considerate friend I am. I followed suit into the car and as if on cue she put her head on my shoulder. It was natural to me; I was used to her affection at this point, but I wasn't aware of the thoughts roaming inside her head. She played with my fingers to distract herself. The silence left me thinking. What had happened today? Why did she get drunk? How could she look sad yet happy?
Thankfully I didn't live too far away from Lalisa's so we were soon at our destination. The driver stopped the car and we could finally get away from the cramped space and breathe fresh air. We were two blocks away from my place as I always gave uber drivers an address a bit away from my real one in case they were creeps; yes, I had trust issues. "Hop on!" I said and bent down so Chungha could climb onto my back again.
During the seven minutes trip of me walking with her on my back she held onto me not as people normally did to not fall down, but rather as if it were a backhug, nuzzling into me. She was talking about random things she had on her mind, like how she was craving a bag of flamin' hot cheetos (she was one of those spicy chicks) and how she liked the smell of my perfume. But sadly enough she wouldn't get any cheetos since the last package at home had been eaten by someone — whether it was by me or Sunmi was a mystery — to which she pouted.
When we finally were standing in front of my house I told her to get off my back as quietly as I could muster, as we were outside and it was late and I didn't want to wake any neighbours up because I was the golden neighbour and would want those fuckers to do the same back when I was in my priceless slumber. She complied and waited patiently for me to unlock and open the door. But before I even got to put the key into the hole the door opened and revealed Lee Sunmi in all her glory, waiting with a big smile resting on her tired-looking face.
"Finally you're here, ____!" she whisper-beamed (the door was still open) and hugged me closely — being alone and waiting for her girlfriend to give her some attention always made her extra affectionate and clingy.
But I wasn't alone as she'd wished.
"Oh, she's here," my girlfriend said, visibly less excited. To that Chungha could only roll her eyes, she too wished she wasn't there; that Sunmi was at her friend's place or on a vacation I hadn't mentioned to her — anywhere but here.
"Yup and she will stay tonight."
"Great," Sunmi's smile decreased, closing the door a little harder than necessary, trying not to sound like she's lying although everybody could sense she was. Chungha didn't react to that; after all, she wasn't too happy to see her either.
"I'm just gonna put her to bed and then we'll watch a movie like I promised, Babe!" I explained before my girlfriend even could mention a movie, and pulled Chungha with me to my room (after we'd taken off our shoes, of course, because we weren't American). Sunmi huffed in frustration, but she understood why I'd want my drunk best friend to sleep so she didn't say anything.
Chungha followed my lead to the room upstairs, right above the living room. I opened the door for her and she closed it after us, which was a little strange but she had been acting strange the whole night so I didn't question it too much. Normally when we had sleepovers I would jump onto the bed and she'd do the same, but now it was different because not only was she drunk, we were going to have a sleepover at my place and not hers; the same rules didn't apply here.
"Let's get you to sleep, Baby," I said with a tone a mother would use for her baby or a teenager would for a stranger's puppy, because that's what Chungha was to me. My baby, my puppy, my cute best friend.
"I don't want to sleep, ____," she said with a small pout after I gently tried pulling her down onto the bed beside me — which she refused. Laughing at her drunk state, I patted the spot beside me to tell her difficult ass she should lay down and sleep. With no hesitation she ignored my motion and instead sat comfortably on my thighs. It wasn't unusual for her to sit on my lap or hug me for a minute or two — I was used to all of that. But this time it was different. I could see in her eyes that her intentions weren't the same as they usually would to be.
"If you don't want to sleep what do you want to do?"
She didn't say anything. Instead she looked me in the eyes and began grinding lightly on me. In a way her eyes were asking me if it was OK for her to move like that. I didn't say anything. Instead I looked at her face and then her hips. What was happening? I always had something to say, so why were no words leaving my mouth? And most importantly: why didn't it feel bad when my best friend grinded on me? As she had gotten a silent OK from me she grabbed my hands and put them on her luscious waist.
Sunmi was in the living room doing who-knows-what and here I was casually laying on our bed with my best friend grinding on top of me. Technically, I wasn't cheating on her as we were in an open relationship so this was allowed. We didn't necessarily get jealous when the other had sex with someone else as we agreed that for now in our relationship we were free to experiment different things as long as we used protection when necessary. Plus, when we had threesomes they'd always be adventurous as we never had a clue what the third person liked or had or hadn't tried before. But the difference between having sex with a new person and your best friend is that, although you don't know what to expect from either, it's going to be more eye-opening with your best friend and it could most likely affect your friendship afterwards. I know that Sunmi was OK with me having sex with new people, but would that still apply if that new person was my best friend?
Chungha knew we were in an open relationship as I had on multiple occasions told her about fun experiences I'd had with different people, which is why she had the courage to do something like this, knowing I already was taken but not exclusively.
Finally I opened my mouth to say something, and with a tone deeper than before, which shocked her a bit. "If you're gonna ride me, pick one thigh and do it good." Soon she was on my right one [as she knew it was slightly thicker and muscular than the left one] and rolling her hips smoothly, seducing me more than I ever thought a best friend possibly could.
My thigh between beautifully sculpted ones was an appealing sight indeed. She grinded her clad pussy on my thigh with so much grace it was obvious she was a dancer — and a very experienced one at that. The way she moved her hips so alluringly, the way she circled her arms behind my neck and kept eye-contact with me, her aura — everything — was art. It was like a performance. Her breathy whimpers was the music and worked tremendously at impacting the audience, which was me.
"Touch me, ____." Never in my whole life had I ever gotten affected like this. How she moved so slowly to enjoy and remember every single thrust against my muscles was killing me. She didn't need to tell me twice, my hands travelled up and down her deliciously curved body instantaneously. Never in my whole life had I been with a power bottom...
...but I liked it.
Sunmi was always an obedient good girl — which I loved — and the open relationship was meant for us to experience different sensations sexually such as this one.
"You should speak nicer to me, Babygirl," I teased with a smirk and smacked her ass, to which she let a small, pitchy moan slip.
To tease me more she leaned to my ear and innocently whispered: "Sorry, Mommy."
I didn't know how to react. My best friend called me Mommy. What was I doing? I had always enjoyed taking care of her because I knew she had worries and didn't like talking about them with me and so knowing that I was caring for her when she needed it filled me with joy. Maybe that was why she was grinding on me? Maybe that was why I let her? Maybe that was why we fucking liked it?
She pulled off her blouse, revealing a black push-up bra that held her boobs up perfectly. It was her favorite bra. I knew that because she called it her "lucky bra" she wore on special occasions. Instead of wondering if fucking with me was her special occasion I admired the sight in front of me. She smiled a little. She was still a little shy as she'd never showed her boobs to me in a sexual context before. I could tell that she was feeling a little nervous all of a sudden at showing her body so I put my face between her boobs. That way she wouldn't have to see my face and overthink any small detail and misinterpret it as judgement or dissatisfaction. I placed wet kisses all over the space between them and up to her collarbones, making her giggle cutely at my affection.
After a few minutes of Chungha giggling and whimpering at the tickling feeling of my lips and tongue on her boobs (at least what wasn't covered), I broke away from her body and looked up at her to slowly slipp off one of the straps of the bra. The strap rolled down her arm and exposed her shoulder and part of her boob. "Can I?" I asked, referring to the other strap. She nodded profusely, like she had wanted this all night or a little longer, and muttered a small "yes". Once again I pulled it off slowly as to tease her, seduce her.
And so both straps were resting on her forearms, shoulders naked, collarbones defined. Looking up at her face, I searched for any sign of uncertainty, but there weren't any; she was sure she wanted me to do this. My hand moved from her waist up her back until it felt the bra's fabric. Click! The bra dropped and revealed her plump boobs. She smirked smugly at my reaction and threw the pointless bra away confidently. "Wanna taste?"
I didn't answer, I just started sucking on her nipple as if my life depended on it, giving the other attention by pinching it lightly between my index finger and thumb. Gasping, she tugged a hand into my hair so she could have a grip somewhere to feel like she was at least somewhat in control. But she wasn't. My tongue swirling and my lips sucking on her sensitive nipple sure proved me right. The way she needed to pull my hair back to loosen a little of my power over her as she was panting showed how she was crippling on the inside. During this whole time she was looking at me going at it, having dreamt of seeing me do it to her for too long. I released her boob with a pop sound. The nipple was red and needy, and so was the other — even more so than the one I'd been sucking; I was always better with my fingers.
"Choke me," she said after regaining her breathing.
"Want my fingers around your neck?"
"Yes, please."
"Want my fingers inside you?"
"Yes, p-please."
"Do you think you deserve it, Babygirl."
The front door opened, making both of us turn our heads to the opening, and there she stood, Lee Sunmi, in all her glory.
"Did someone say Babygirl?" she asked and closed the door behind her.
"Don't tell me you're fucking her and not me," she whined with a needy pout, "I've waited for you for hours. The least you can do is invite me, y'know."
She never whined [in a non-sexual way] or complained because she was my good girl but she was now filled with tiredness and deprived of attention and that changed her behavior. I looked back at Chungha, noticing immediately that she was a little annoyed. Bingo!
"Babygirl, if you want to prove to me that you deserve my fingers I have a little mission for you," I said, intriguing her interest.
"You're going to make me cum with your pretty mouth whilst I prepare Sunmi for my strap. Then when I fuck her I want you to watch and handle it without touching yourself, understood?"
"Yes," Chungha said confidently; she'd never had any complaints about her tongue before and she'd do anything for my fingers tonight. I smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear.
Turning my attention to the attention deprived girlfriend by the door, my smile turned into a smirk. "Princess. There. Now," I pointed towards the floor in front of the bed, to which Sunmi obeyed in a second as she was a good girl. I knew she always listened to me, so I felt satisfied. However, there was something about that little naughtiness of Chungha's that intrigued me.
"Good. Now take off your clothes for me." Fuck yes. Sunmi didn't know how to feel about her girlfriend with her best friend in bed — she would've preferred for me to be with someone other than Chungha as she was a threat since we'd known each other for much longer than Sunmi and I. She was tired and a little jealous (I had spent all night with Chungha!), so it only flicked a new side of her. Teasingly, she stood up on her feet and slipped off her tank top in what seemed like slow motion. She took off her shorts even slower and smirked at me. This wasn't like her usual. Was she trying to be...naughty?
"What do you want now?" she asked, not with that sweet tone she always used, but with a rude tone that made me want to punish her for the first time.
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❝ 다가와 내게 이 순간
Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay
By my side
Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay
이 밤 향기에 또 취하고
멈추지 않아도 돼 sta-a-a-ay
더는 움직일 수 없도록
깊숙이 스며들어
Stay with me, ooh
Tonight, stay tonight
Tell me what you wanna do
Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight ❞
( Come to me in this moment
Stay tonight, stay tonight
Stay by my side
Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay
Get drunk on the scent again tonight
You don't have to stop, sta-a-a-ay
Slip in deeply
Until you can't move anymore
Stay with me, ooh
Tonight, stay tonight
Tell me what you wanna do
Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight )
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My mother Queen ____ of the ______ queendom arranged a meeting with Japan’s royal family so one of our heirs could marry one of theirs. Our heir was my sister. Their heir was Sakura Miyawaki. Both our empires were desperate for alliance and power, so it didn’t matter if the heirs wanted it to happen or not. I never accepted the idea of arranged marriages, but my sister — a very unselfish and way too naive person — has accepted her fate and has agreed to go through with it.
I’m older than her so, as the crown princess, in rule I should be the one getting married first, but I had high standards.
My mother has been desperate for me to wed someone for quite a long time, because she wished for me to not be a lone queen ruling the kingdom one day when she isn’t in the picture some day. It would be too dangerous for me. Imagine a woman ruling over a great kingdom all by herself — the conservatives would go crazy!
In fact, my mother tried to match me up with princesses from all over the world multiple times in the past. But every time I met a princess she's end up turning away out of the undeniable fear I created. For other people, I was simply too dominant and confident to be a princess. It scared others when they knew I was capable of taking their power and control. Because of all the failed visits, I had a reputation of being an independent and dominant princess amongst the queendoms.
How many princesses have I met is a question you might be wondering. Well, let me see if I can remember.
Princess Jade Thirlwall of England.
Princess Dua Lipa of Kosovo.
Princess Roseanne Park of Australia.
Princess Jennie Kim of New Zealand.
Princess Dita Karang of Indonesia.
Princess Yiren Wang of China.
Princess Yurina Kawaguchi of another queendom in Japan.
Princess Nicha Yontararak of Thailand.
Princess Chaewon Kim and her step sister Chaewon Park of Korea.
Princess Tzuyu Chou of Taiwan.
Princess Fatou Samba of Senegal.
Princess Lauren Jauregui of Cuba.
Princess Willow Smith of USA.
Princess Somi Jeon of Canada.
Did you count?
15 princesses.
Think the list is long? That’s not the whole list, I’m just too tired to remember the rest. They weren’t memorable anyway.
I now think you understand why my mother would be desperate enough to go as far as letting her youngest daughter get married first. Anyhow, my little sister got to meet the heir, Sakura Miyawaki, this afternoon and developed a liking for her a little too quick. Miyawaki was known as a spoiled princess with all the pictures of her doing ridiculously expensive activities for no valid reason. Last week she burned stacks of money so she could have a pleasant background for a picture on Instagram.
From the moment I met this so-called princess I knew she wasn’t worthy of being with my sister. I mean, the first seconds of her appearing, her mother already scolded her. Sakura had had the audacity to wear casual clothing — which consisted of items from the upcoming Gucci collection that hadn’t been released yet — in front of my family, knowing she’d meet my sister!
Rude.
If you’re going to meet your future wife, who is a freaking princess of a great empire, the least you can do is put on formal attire and bow — it’s called basic manners.
But the last straw was now.
I had been tossing and turning all night. The Miyawaki's hadn't considerate enough to give silk sheets to their guests! So, I decided to go out to the guest room’s balcony to get some fresh air.
But I saw something other than beautiful cherry blossom trees.
Sakura.
She was in her balcony.
Accompanied by someone.
A lady whose face I recognized as one of the maids.
The two were standing a little too close to each other.
“Wear this for me,” I heard her say.
She held up a collar.
How pathetic! Dominating one of the maids — where was the class in that? She’s supposed to be a princess! This is not the woman my sister should marry. I’ll have to teach her how to behave. Quickly, I put on a nightgown — in case I run into someone in the hallway — and walked past a few doors until I saw one with light shining under the small crack between the door and floor. I knocked on the door as lightly as I could while still making enough noise for Sakura to hear all the way from the balcony — I’m a guest and don’t want to wake anybody up, because I have manners as well as empathy for people with sleep deprivation.
I heard a few hushes and some rumbling behind the closed door. After a few seconds I heard steps nearing the door and it opened. “Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here?”
“To the side,” I said and pushed Sakura to the side so I could get in her room. It was huge and decorated with classy gold details and adornments. Didn’t match her dull personality at all. She was panicked. I wasn’t supposed to be in her room. Especially not right now. She didn’t care if anybody spotted us together in her room — she’d put the blame on me. The maid in her balcony was her worry.
After wandering my eyes all over the place I found what I looked for. Gracefully I made my way to her queen sized bed and sat down on the mattress made of clouds. Much softer than the bed in the guest room. She gulped. What was I doing? Let me tell you. Without breaking eye contact for a second, I put my hand on her bedside table and grabbed the leather collar she had ordered her maid to wear a minute or so ago. “The fuck’s this?”
She was red. Ashamed. Angry. Almost a little turned on by the sight of me in a nightgown on her bed with a pastel pink leather collar in my hand and the fact that I cursed so freely just added to the effect.
“Put it on,” I said.
“W-What—?” she stumbled over her words.
“I said put it on. Now,” I raised my voice.
Although she felt humiliated, she did it. Was it the fact that I was older or the fact that she didn’t mind being in a collar that made her do it? I have no idea; all I know is that that spoiled princess could choose to call the guards or even her mother and get me deported if she wanted to.
The black leather hugged her neck beautifully. She looked like a work of art, like a sophisticated and absolutely fabulous artist had dedicated their whole life on sculpting her body and handcrafting that specific collar just for Sakura. She looked down at the floor; she felt too humiliated to look me in the eyes. But I was going to make sure she’d never forget this. “Look at me.”
She disobeyed.
“I said look at me. Now!” I raised my voice once again.
“____...” she started gently.
“That’s not my name now, is it, slut?”
She gulped, clearly not expecting the sister of her soon-to-be wife to degrade her like this.
“What’s my name? Answer me, slut.”
“Mistress?”
“Right now, I’m a fucking queen and you take all my orders, understood?”
She nodded profusely. The tone of my voice and how I cursed made her wet. Subtly, she put her hands over her crotch area nervously out of reflex.
“I said understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
She knew the answer. A regular dominant lady would most likely not answer those words so confidently.
“Remember this, because tonight is the last time you’re going to have a mistress, understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Sit,” I ordered.
In a second, she was on her knees on the floor. So shameless. Had she forgotten about her little maid in the balcony?
“I meant on the bed, slut.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” she apologized and did as I said. She must’ve loved being humiliated and taking orders from me, since she was so damn obedient. I looked at her. She gulped at my strong gaze. Something was bothering me. Too much fabric, too little skin.
“Take off your clothes,” I said and leaned back on my arms.
She stood up. The silk pajamas she was wearing were flowing and didn’t show any details of her body other than her hard nipples. I wondered if they were hard because the cold air from outside was sipping through the balcony or because she was turned on. Button by button she flashed more and more of her golden skin. She was standing tall and her muscles were flexed yet she was so small in my presence. It’s called class.
Her cheeks were a warm shade of pink and she tried to hide that when she pulled down her pants. How cute of her to assume I hadn’t already taken notice of her flustered state yet. When she was back up she had tried to look presentable in front of me by trying to conceal the blush on her face, but it was clear she was excited for what I was going to do. Her face was slightly tilted downwards, she couldn’t hold her chin up high in my presence — she was indeed submissive.
“Come here, Princess. On your knees.”
“Yes, Mommy,” she whispered. This time around, she knew I meant on the floor. Damn, she looked so fucking pretty down there, kneeled in front of me with only a collar and a pair of briefs on. Almost made me want to give her a reward.
Almost.
Too bad she didn’t deserve one.
“Suck on Mommy’s fingers,” I held out my hand for her.
She looked up into my eyes and edged closer until her pretty lips touched my skin. Slowly she leaned forward and introduced my pointer finger to her mouth. As good as she could she tried to be sexy for me. Keeping eye contact. Twirling her tongue. Arching her back. All of that for me. What impressed me was that she didn’t touch my hand with one of hers. She didn’t bring it to her face, instead she brought herself to me. Although she was indeed spoiled, she had gotten manners when it came to me. Maybe she wasn't too used to being called out and put in place. I pushed my middle finger deeper into her mouth and saw how for a second a small smile was present. She wanted me to go rougher on her. I knew it. But I didn’t give it to her. It was punishment after all.
“Get on the bed.” Immediately she let go of my fingers, leaving them wet, and got on all fours on the bed. Her butt was looking good and it wasn’t even nude yet.
“Turn around, Princess, I want to see your face.” Again, she listened to me and obeyed my instructions. She was quiet but I knew that dirty thoughts were going through her mind. She didn’t even need to say it, how she was so obedient and willing to do everything I said and how she wanted to do good for me was enough for me to know it.
I crawled on the huge bed until I was between her legs. The way her breathing fastened only made me confident, but the biggest source of motivation was the lesson about how she should treat my sister. For a few seconds I just stared at her and made her feel belittled. To her surprise, I tugged on the waistband of her briefs and slowly pulled them down, letting her wet pussy out in the cold air. Even her pussy was so fucking pretty with how red and needy it was with wetness dripping towards her thighs. I was certainly aroused with what I saw. Whilst I was dragging the fabric down her skin, she kept her gaze on me, wanting to see my reaction. Although she loved keeping eye contact to add to her sexiness, as well as to see if she was pleasing me or not, she closed her eyes.
Once again, surprising her, I gently brought her knees up in the air so I could have more access to her pussy, making her widen her eyes. Once my thumb touched her clit, she let out a delicate whimper and rolled her eyes back, not knowing she could feel this much sensation from just one finger. I moved my thumb up and down her labia and listened as she let out small whimpers from her parted lips when I touched her favorite parts. Clit and lowest part of her labia.
Her eyes were still rolled back and honestly it was the most breathtaking sight I’d ever seen. It was astounding how responsive she already was in just a minute of physical attention. I couldn’t help but lower myself to her skin and lick a long, wet stripe up her chocolate abs. Mmmh, tasted like chocolate too. I bit into her skin, not too hard, but hard enough to make her remember in the morning. To tease further, I blew on the wet traces from my tongue, giving her shivers. Letting go of her pussy, I pinched her nipple with my pointer finger and wet thumb, making her want to push her thighs together to get some kind of friction. But more than that, she wanted to be good for me.
She was back to being too quiet for my taste. Maybe it was because of the maid in the balcony who could probably hear everything we were doing, but to me that didn’t matter. I let go of her nipple and went to suck it instead, making her whine a little. My wet thumb made its way back to between her thighs, collecting wetness before rubbing her clit harder but slower than before. She was squeezing her eyes shut as she bit her lip to prevent her dirty sounds from coming out. Letting go of her tit, I put my other thumb on the lowest part of her labia, making her squirm and bring her hand to bite on. I retracted my fingers from her, making her let a deprived whine escape finally. Her orgasm had been nearing but now it was gone, and it hurt. By now, if her thighs if they hadn't been turned upwards, her wetness would surely be dripping down her thighs. Instead her sheets were wet. Eh, the maid will take care of it.
“M-Mommy, please.”
“Please what?”
“C-Can you fuck me?”
“I know you can do better than that, Princess,” I encouraged her. I wanted her to be louder. I wanted that maid and every woman close by to hear that she belonged wholly to one person. They didn’t hear my name so they wouldn’t know it was me — except for the maid, of course.
“Fuck me, ruin me, do whatever you want to me, please. I beg you. P-Please, Mommy,” she said in such an erotic way it wouldn't surprise me if she had acted in an erotic film before.
“Do you have any ropes perhaps?”
“Yes! Y-Yes, in the third drawer,” she hurried. Seemed like she really, really enjoyed me treating her like a slut. Chuckling, I left her on the bed and opened said drawer. She had kept the ropes hidden for a good reason. There were so many in different colors and different materials, from black to red to gold and regular rope to lace to leather. All was folded neatly; it was so organized it looked like after purchase they had just been waiting in the drawer and that she still hadn’t used any of them. I grabbed four ropes all in pastel pink leather like the cute dominatrix style to match Sakura’s collar, she blushed at the juxtaposition of the cute action of matching and the vulgarity of what the leather was going to be used for.
Slowly she gulped, looking forward to what I was going to do to her. Like a good slut, she held out the hand that was the nearest to me. I tied one of the ropes tightly on her hand and bound it to the nearest bedpost. She looked at me throughout the whole process. It felt gratifying when I dominated her, but the visual aspect was one she needed the most to memorize what I did to her this spectacular night for her to reminisce about on the endless nights she will inevitably spend without me.
I went to the other corner and tied her ankle to the bedpost and did the same to the other. The last limb to be tied was her hand. Again, she held it out for me, not wanting to wait any longer. So I tied it. She couldn’t move more than a few centimeters, but damn did it feel good. I could do whatever I wanted to her without her having any control and she loved it. She wanted me to treat her like a toy. So I just stood there and admired her body like she was art again.
But by now she was getting a little needy. She loved that I looked at her, but she wanted me to dominate her more than anything, so she decided to show a little of her neediness. Through begging, of course, because I had the power and she wouldn’t even think of demanding anything from me. “Can you, please, fuck me now, Mommy?” She swallowed when she didn’t get a reaction from me. “Please, fuck Princess. Please, Mommy.”
“You’ve been such a good slut to me, Princess…”
Her eyes lightened up.
“…too bad you haven’t been good to my sister,” I finished.
Her eyes darkened.
“Mommy—”
“Shut up,” I sat beside her and looked at her helpless self.
“You’re going to make me and only me cum, understood?”
“Of course, Mommy, but—” she tried to protest carefully.
“You’re going to show me that you’re worthy of being with a ______. Understood, slut?”
She wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted, thus my denial of her orgasm was frustrating. But she nodded nonetheless because pleasing me felt so good. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” I grabbed her by her collar and tightened it a little.
“Yes, Mommy.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it, because you’re not going to be speaking for a while,” I said and left her dumbfounded. Slowly I made my way to her chest and sat on it. I wasn’t wearing underwear since I always sleep naked and had only slipped the nightgown on to not be fully naked. Her boobs got some of my wetness on them, making her proud she was the one who had turned me on this much. She knew she was sexy in my eyes for sure now, which added to her confidence and motivated her to please you even more.
Her biggest goal now was to show me that she wasn’t just a pretty sight, but that she was good at giving pleasure too. When I hovered over her face, she tried to reach for my pussy. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, but her neck was somewhat free with only a collar restricting her movements slightly, and she was eager to please, tongue out and eyes admiring me above her. I held her down by her collar and let the skirt of the gown surround her. She couldn’t see anything anymore, but when I dipped my pussy to her face, she didn’t mind it the slightest. As if on cue, she began licking me. She didn’t even start off slow, she went for the long and deep licks between my folds immediately. It was shocking to me how skillful she was with her tongue and I let out a moan. She smiled proudly against me and tried to go deeper.
“Good slut,” I praised and reached back to touch her abs. Centimeter by centimeter I went lower until my hand was on the skin above her clit. I barely touched her clit with my middle finger. She moaned loudly, being so aroused and needy that even the slightest touch made her want to cry. If she could, she’d be crossing her legs from how much her pussy hurt, but she was tied up so the pain remained greater. To get a little revenge she tried to physically lift her head closer to me although she already had the thick collar and my weight stopping her from doing so. She tried using her nose as an asset and played with my clit. Fuck. This lady sure was dedicated.
Stubborn, I put my hand on her pussy and leaned back a little so part of my weight was on it. Never in her whole life had she ever felt such pleasurable pain. Tears started filling her eyes and leaving them to migrate from the cheeks and onto the mattress. But this gave her an advantage to lift herself into me. She went so damn deep, nose touching my stomach, and started sucking mercilessly on my clit. “Fuck, Princess,” I cursed and leaned even more on her pussy, making her go even harder on mine. She was so pretty with her face between my legs and her cheeks and mouth messy from my wetness and her tears.
“Mommy,” she mumbled against me. She began grazing her teeth against me and that’s when I had enough. With my weight still on her, I began moving my hand and she screamed. Now I knew for sure that the maid had heard us. How Sakura could sound so loud with me sitting on her face was amazing. I’d never experienced it before, but I was sure I wanted it to happen again. But what stopped me from going at it more was that I knew she was close to climax, so I lifted my hand away from her pussy and shifted my weight to her face.
She cried. Her hands and ankles struggled against the leather, wanting to be able to touch me, but they restricted her. The kink for bondage was not on her side right now which made her cry, but the masochist in her felt so fulfilled. Although the want for orgasming was large, the want for my orgasm was way larger. She had a hard time breathing, nose in me every other second and my dress suppressing the air, but she liked it. My stomach was knotting, and I knew I was close too.
“G-God, you’ve been so good for me, Princess. Here’s your reward,” I stuttered, pleasure taking over me. And so, I cummed on her, grunting. Instantaneously, she started licking and savoring my juice. She lapped up every drop that hadn’t gotten on her face. To finish off classy, she kissed my pussy, because she fucking loved it. She swore cum was the most delicious flavor she’d ever gotten the pleasure of tasting. My cum. My cum was a symbol for her pride and accomplishment. When I tried lifting myself up a little bit she followed, wanting nothing to go to waste — that’s how much she loved my cum.
“This is how you should treat my sister when you marry her. The word mistress will from now on never exist in your life, only in your mind,” I left her face, making her whine. I knew that after this spectacular night she’d think of me, so it wasn’t right of me to expect her not to. I knew that after this spectacular night she’d cheat on my sister with me clouding her mind, but that was better than her going to some fucking maid or some other random woman. Besides, eventually she’d get over me.
My mission was done. My sister — as others will think — had claimed Sakura for good.
And the most ego boosting part: I made a rude and spoiled princess submit to me.
Don’t tell me that isn’t classy.
And so I left her naked and bound to the bed for the maid to take care of.
NEXT DAY
The morning was royal. Plates of all kinds of fancy Japanese breakfast dishes were placed out, the sun was shining through the big windows and the sight of now-nervous-and-not-bratty Sakura with slightly ruffled hair — she couldn’t flatten that specific part because she’d been so passionate while eating me out — was my definition of a royal breakfast.
One of the maids avoided eye contact with Sakura. It was the one on the balcony from last night. The other maids, however, were staring at her, both because it was their job to serve her whenever she wanted them to and also because she was alluring. The fucked out hair style made some of the maids suspicious, of course, which was good because then they knew she belonged to someone already.
Then out of nowhere the perfect royal breakfast was interrupted by only a few words from Sakura. My eyes widened. I turned around and saw that everybody in the room was looking at me as Sakura was pointing my way.
“Your highnesses and excellencies, I’d like to marry her instead.”
✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦
❝ La-la-la-la-la-la-la 네가 내게 밀려와
두 눈을 커다랗게 뜨고 꾸는 꿈 ❞
( La-la-la-la-la-la-la You're coming to me
I'm dreaming with my eyes wide open )
Couples could finally do PDA and have people cooing at them in either cuteness or jealousy, but never disgust because PDA was allowed on Valentine’s Day.
People could finally have an excuse to do something special for someone, like making a grand romantic gesture or even proposing. It was supposed to be that way, right?
I was going to have a corny day together with my girlfriend of three years, Sooyoung. Every single detail all the way from the restaurant to the hotel room had been thought out by me, because – not only am I romantic – I always like to be prepared. Not to sound cocky or to flatter myself, but the plan was so good even I was impressed with it. Except not everything went to plan.
My lover decided to break up with me one month before the awaited day. One month before Valentine’s Day! Only two weeks into the new year! She had “grown out of love” as she’d said. Guess one of her New Year’s resolutions was to break up with me.
My parents had met her and accepted her — which said a lot, since they’ve always had high standards and never liked any of my previous lovers — so it was safe to say that I felt lost.
For two weeks I’d avoided contact with my family, so I wouldn’t have to tell them the news yet because I was embarrassed, I was single right in time for the day of love. The only person who knew, other than me and Sooyoung, was my best friend Soojin.
Since the moment I told her, she made it her daily routine to come to my place with open arms and a warm embrace. I never cried in front of anyone but her. It isn’t weak to shed tears, in fact shedding tears takes a lot of strength, I simply don’t feel comfortable showing myself vulnerable to others, and especially not after being hurt by someone I trusted.
With Soojin, it was different, however. We’ve known each other for so many years and we know most of each other’s secrets already. I know that when I cry in front of her it’s without being judged and she knows the same goes for her.
One day when she, like normally, went to my place, her smile was abnormal. It was fake. I knew it was fake. After all these years of knowing her, I could distinguish her fake smiles from her true ones faster than Soyeon can rap.
Being the caring best friend I am, I asked her what had happened. At that, she broke down and let go of the fooling smile; she can never lie to me for more than a few seconds. Her girlfriend, Naeun, had broken up with her. Honestly speaking, it was understandable why she wanted to break up with Soojin: 1. She spent too much time with me 2. She never told her about her thoughts or what bothered her 3. She didn’t treat Naeun like the queen everyone knows she is.
Soojin was mature and didn’t beg her for a second chance because she knew Naeun deserved someone better; someone who not only knew she deserved to be treated like a queen but treated her like one. But no matter how mature she was, it didn’t make the pain smaller on her part. She was disappointed in herself for ever being in a relationship where she didn’t treat her lover right.
And so it was my turn to comfort her. For a couple of days, I had opened arms and a warm embrace for her to find comfort in until she had calmed down.
Impulsively, we went to a tattoo shop and got her a tattoo. It wasn’t the I’m-heartbroken-and-need-a-tattoo-to-look-good tattoo, it was the I-need-some-inspiration-in-this-dark-place tattoo. After brainstorming for a long ten minutes, she got the best idea. “Don’t hide me,” in italics right under her collarbone, above her heart to remind herself to not hide her feelings.
She had been in great pain for the quarter of time it took to do the tattoo, but she didn’t seem to mind… Judging by the way she was biting her lower lip, she was holding in a pained whine, seemingly trying to impress me by handling the pain. When the torture finally had come to an end, the final product made her smile truly – although that part of her body had to be covered with plastic and some tape whenever she so much as wanted to shower.
A week away from Valentine’s Day, me and Soojin made a pact; the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other. During the holiday we’d do all the cheesy things we had planned to do to our now-ex-lovers – but the most crucial parts was that A) the other person wouldn’t judge and B) next day all of it would be forgotten. Wow. We had grown so dependent on each other’s care that we made the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other…
It was probably stupid to do such a thing with a best friend of so many years, but it was also the ‘healthiest’ thing to do for us two. Although I, at this point, had convinced Soojin that I was over Sooyoung, I still hadn’t convinced myself. And the same went for Soojin; she had convinced me she was over Naeun, but not herself.
My plan for Valentine’s Day was sublime and if I didn’t go through with it, I would regret it — and, damn, I couldn’t wait a whole year for the next opportunity (if I even would get the opportunity)!
And that explains this. Us standing. A week later. On a romantic rooftop. Dressed nicely. Smiling awkwardly at each other. On Valentine’s Day.
“Since you’re my girlfriend tonight, let’s go down to the room I rented, shall we?”
“This feels weird,” she giggled lightly.
“Play along!” I held out my hand for her to hold and flashed her a smile. She reciprocated my smile and took my hand, following my lead down the stairs to our hotel room; the room I had originally booked for me and Sooyoung.
Our hands were sweating. It wasn’t the first time we held hands, but it was the first time we ever did something like this together; something normal best friends don’t do. The affection we’ve displayed to each other throughout the years had been mostly words and hugs and sometimes cuddles. But now…we were going to show affection in ways we’ve only done to lovers.
Tall wooden door (yes, I paid extra for a fancy room); arrival. Sighs of relief. Her sigh was louder than mine; she was more nervous than me. Why?
I held out the black card key in front of the sensor above the golden knob but retracted it before the door unlocked.
“If you want to turn back, now is the time to do so. I don’t want to go through with this if you don’t want to,” I said and looked at her.
Her eyes told me that it was OK, but I needed her consent to be sure she was OK.
“I want to do this, don’t worry,” she smiled a little as her heart pounded.
Without breaking eye contact, I put the card in front of the sensor again and waited a few microseconds for it to unlock. I turned the knob and opened the door to the pact. “After you,” I gestured her to enter the room.
“Why thank you,” she blushed and hurried inside so I wouldn’t catch a glimpse of her flustered state. But I did. And I smiled when I saw it.
The room was big and open. Simple, but just perfect. Knowing me and my cheesy nature, Soojin had expected perhaps some rose petals on the bed or a few scented candles by the bed but, to her surprise, she saw none of that. I pushed her down onto the soft bed with silk sheets, distracting her for the real surprise, and sat beside her.
“Before we do anything, we need safe words.”
“Safe words?” she inquired and raised a brow unknowingly.
“A word to say in case anyone goes overboard or passes the limits,” I explained shortly.
“Alright, mine is apple.”
“Why apple though?” I giggled at her randomness.
“I ate an apple today.” (It was true, she’d had a green apple because she once read that green apples make your breath smell better.)
“If you’re going for a fruit I am too. My safe word is peach.”
“Why peach?” she raised her brow at me stealing her fruit idea.
“Your peach looks really good in those pants, so it was the first thing I thought of,” I replied and laughed at her flustered self.
She knew she had a plump peach. It was just embarrassing hearing it from me since I, as her best friend, am supposed to not acknowledge how incredibly pretty she is – and especially when it comes to body parts such as peaches!
I put my hand on her thigh to get her attention away from the embarrassment. “Tonight, I’m not your best friend anymore, Princess,” I said with a newfound tone that sent shivers down Soojin’s spine.
I neared her and whispered in her ear, “Tonight, I’m your Mami.”
She gulped. I had always been a dominant person in everything I did, so she expected nothing less than that in bed — but the foreign titles took her by surprise. But it only made sense for me to use titles in bed because I was classy like that.
“What’s your safe word?” I asked to make sure she knows she can use it whenever she wants to. After all I didn’t know what was out of her comfort-zone.
“Apple.”
“If you feel uncomfortable you know you need to say that word, understood?”
“Yes, Mami,” she answered, a blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.
With her green light I continued, “Good girl.”
At the praise, her cheeks matched the floating rose petals. I loved how responsive she was already. Before tonight I wasn’t sure what kind of partner she would be but finding out what she likes step by step excites me – more than I thought finding out my best friend’s kinks would excite me. I want to know everything. What turns her on, what makes her scream, what makes her cry; everything.
“My best friend’s into praise, hm. Who would have thought?” I teased and squeezed her thigh lightly.
“I’m not your best friend anymore, Mami. I’m ‘Princess’, right?” I looked into her eyes and saw something I’d never seen in them before. Was it lust? Was it something else? How could I be sure of what it was if I hadn’t seen her like this before?
“Indeed, you are, Princess,” I smiled, slowly feeling my hand up her thick, muscular thigh. She followed my hand’s path up her dress with her gaze and bit her lip like back in the tattoo shop. Was she holding in a moan, perhaps? When my hand was at the top, soon on her V-line, I heard how her breathing grew louder and more unsteady. She seemed to enjoy her thighs being touched.
I noticed how she put one of her legs over the other nervously, and smirked. To tease her, I let go of her thigh and walked up to the door to the bathroom. She tensed. Maybe she wanted me to touch her some more?
“After you, Princess,” I said and opened the door to the bathroom for her. Once again that stereotype-breaking gesture had her blushing ferociously.
She went into the new room, not expecting much waiting for her. But the sight she was met by was nowhere near what she expected, yet it didn’t shock her one bit. A large bathtub filled with atypical pink water and typical red rose petals floating on the surface. She chuckled, “As expected, my best friend is a cheesy person.”
“I’m not your best friend anymore, Princess. I’m your Mami, right?” I asked with a confident smirk.
“Y-Yes,” she stuttered and turned away from me so she could avoid my powerful gaze.
“Yes what?” I pushed a little to see how comfortable she was with the title.
“Yes, I’m Mami’s Princess,” she said under her breath.
I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her torso, feeling the expensive fabric under my fingertips. “Want to take this off for me?”
“Y-Yes, Mami.”
I smiled, “Then give me a little show.” She gulped as I sat down on the edge of the tub to get a full view of her. With adrenaline coursing through her body, she let one strap fall off her shoulder teasingly. Then the other. Followed by the dress rolling off her body and planting on the floor. As soon as her skin was touched by the air, goosebumps formed, and she flexed her abs. She sure had worked hard to get to flex her muscles like this.
Biting my lip, I pointed at her bra, “Take that off too.” The way I bit my lip made her feel confident. I didn’t bite my lip to prevent honest sounds from falling out like Soojin had done, I bit my lip to prevent myself from ripping the rest of her clothes off. She unhooked the bra and let it slip down her arms and to the floor, next to her forgotten dress, showing her beautiful, plump boobs and chocolate brown nipples. Now, in front of me, was she standing in nothing but a pair of panties that were fitting all too tight due to that thick peach. She was gulping under my gaze, waiting for me to instruct her on what to do.
“Show me your princess part, Princess.” Blushing at the euphemism, she put her fingers under the waistband and pulled her panties down. She was fit and attractive. Each muscle on her body was visible, and she even took a breath in to bring her boobs up higher. “You’re so pretty, Princess,” I praised and watched a small smile break out on her face.
She walked to me with her head down and stood with her figure towering my sitting posture. “Do you want me to touch you, Princess?”
“Yes, please.” At that, I put a finger in the middle of her chest and traced it down her abs and slowly down to her slit. Damn, had I made her that wet already. She bit her lip again to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping; she wanted to impress me by being good. But I didn’t want to give her too much pleasure yet.
“Let’s get wet now, shall we? I didn’t fill this tub for aesthetics…” She laughed lightly, feeling more at ease at the small joke I made. Listening, she slowly set foot into the tub and tried not to spill so much as a drop of the water. It took her a good half minute to fully settle down — but that was good, because it gave me plenty of time to prepare additional surprises for her.
When she averted her attention from the pink water and back to me, she was met by an astonishing, breathtaking, life-changing sight. Me. In lingerie. With a red silk blindfold in hand. This specific lace lingerie was Sooyoung’s favorite, so I naturally chose to wear it now – in red to match the theme of the holiday. I felt the most comfortable in it. In this color. In this fabric. Everything made me feel sexy. But the memories of what me and she had done while I was in it brought back a gloominess.
Soojin didn’t know how to react. Did I pick the color red because it was the traditional color of Valentine’s Day or because I knew it was her favorite color? For some odd and unknown reason, she hoped for the latter one.
“You look so pretty like this, Princess, but I think you’d look even better in this,” I winked and held up the red blindfold. She shuddered. The little piece of fabric was something different. Never had she ever used one in the bedroom — only in fun games with friends, where you had to trust your teammates. Now, however, she was going to put her trust in me.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Apple,” she answered, “I trust you. You don’t need to ask me about it all the time, I’ll tell if you need to stop.”
“But we’ve never done this before so I’m scared of it going wrong,” I admitted.
“I trust you. Trust me too, Mami.”
“As you wish, Princess,” I replied.
Once again, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I lowered the love blindfold to her face, holding it right above. She was looking at me with those big, curious eyes, filled with anticipation for what was going to happen. How long I was staying still was quickening her heartbeat; she knew I wanted her to be verbal.
“Please,” she said, feeling slightly impatient; her heart would jump out her chest any second now. Smiling, I finally put the blindfold on her and tightened it behind her head, making sure it wasn’t too tight since I didn’t want to ruin her beautiful hair or innocence too much. Oh wait, scratch the last one. I petted her hair, which was equally smooth as the silk around her head. “Does it hurt, Princess?” I asked, referring to the blindfold.
“No, Mami.” The silk was smooth against her skin and, although all she could see was darkness, it was magical; all the other senses were heightened. She could hear me breathing and even imagine what I was thinking whilst I was touching her this gently. Maybe I was thinking of how much I loved her as a best friend. Maybe I was thinking of how I’d ruin her. Maybe I was thinking of what to do next.
Slowly I proceeded to her neck. She could feel my presence, through my breaths on her skin, and thus elongated her neck for me — she couldn’t see me, but she could sense what I wanted. I began placing small kisses up her neck to her well-defined jaw and down to the heart tattoo on her shoulder, while she tried to keep her breathing in control. The kisses were small, yet they made such a big impact on her since her sense of touch was thousands of times greater than normal.
“M-Mami?”
“Yes, Princess,” I said between kisses.
“Can I…touch you?”
“Not yet,” I smirked and moved further down to her collarbone. I left open-mouthed kisses all over it and stopped to admire her tattoo. Technically I had been the one who had encouraged her to get it. It was so small, but it held so much meaning behind it. My fingers were tracing along the tattoo, soothing Soojin. She felt calm. She felt at peace. She felt connected to me. When my fingers traced lower and experimentally touched her nipple, she let out a whimper. Bingo.
“Sensitive much?”
She didn’t answer.
“I asked you something, Princess,” I said with a less kind voice.
“Yes, Mami. I-I’m sensitive, but you already knew that.”
It was true. She didn’t show her vulnerability and sensitivity at the start of our friendship, but as soon as she opened up to me I realized her soul didn’t match her cold exterior. She never liked it when I jokingly roasted her, only being into compliments and praises. Praising. I bet she’d be into that.
She whimpered out a 'Mami’ when I attached my lips to her nipple. Trying to not shock her body too much, I only gave a quick kitten lick, yet it seemed to affect her a lot when she couldn’t hold back a sole whimper. I couldn’t tell if it were because of the sensitivity provided by the blindfold or because she had sensitive nipples. Either way, I wanted to test how much I could make her feel.
To give her a little sensation without touching her, I breathed on the wet nipple so she shivered a little at the coldness. She put both of her hands on each edge of the tub to stabilize herself, feeling like she could lose the bare control she had now that I found a weak spot of hers. I flattened my tongue and licked against her, making her quiver.
“M-M-Mami,” she stuttered breathily. She wasn’t trying to call me, nor was she trying to tell me anything — my actions simply lit a part of her that seemed to love my title. She knew exactly how to turn me on and this was the first time we had ever been intimate. It was actually cute how my best friend was so accustomed to both mine and her title already. Sooyoung’s title, I meant.
I reached my hand under the surface of the water and felt up her thigh. She moaned. Yes. Moaned. At a simple touch. Ashamed of the moan, she let go of one of the edges and brought her hand over her mouth, making her lose a part of her balance. “Don’t keep your sounds to yourself, Princess. Give them to me,” I ordered.
Smirking against her skin, I started sucking which caused a gasp to erupt at the sudden stimulation. “M-Mami, Mami—” she whimpered loudly. She had tried to keep her noises to herself until now, but although it hurt her pride a little, she liked pleasing me.
How could whimpers sound so beautiful? They were so angelic and graceful, contrary to the scene of sinning. I retracted from her to admire the view. One nipple was red and swollen and the other one was left untouched. Each muscular arm was resting on each edge, trying not to move a millimeter. The blindfold was covering part of her face yet matched with her feverish blush. Her mouth was agape, letting the whimpers I loved oh so much out every now and then. I was happy I hadn’t gone for the cliché bubble bath, because now that the water was clear I could see her naked body — every part from her beauteous tattoos to her seducing curves.
But there was one part of her body that I couldn’t see. One part that was magnificent and that I needed to see. “Turn around,” I whispered in her ear.
“W-What?”
“Turn around and show me your butt, Princess,” I clarified and waited for her to move.
Unsurely, she supported herself on the edges and sat up. Although she couldn’t see she could feel, so she had no difficulty turning around and putting her hands on the edge she had been resting her back on until now. She arched her back, adding to the sex appeal that the tub already delivered. Damn, how could an ass be that good-looking? How could—
“C-Can you spank me?” she interrupted me from my thoughts.
Did I even know my best friend? Or did she know me so well that she knew that was exactly what I wanted to do in that moment?
“What do you say, Princess?”
Good girl knew the answer, “Please.”
“You’ll need to beg a little more than that,” I said teasingly, making her swallow yet another piece of her pride.
“Can you, please, please, spank me, Mami? I’ve been so good until now; don’t I deserve it?”
She made a fair point. And she also confirmed my theory of her having a praise kink.
“Yes, you do, Princess. You’ve been so obedient until now, of course you deserve a little pain.”
Her cheeks tinted pink. Yes, she did indeed have a praise kink.
Suddenly I spanked her, creating a loud echo of skin-to-skin sound. She jolted forward with a whine, not expecting the hit since she couldn’t see me or my hand in the air. Her cheeks jiggled and I swore that my ex had never made me this wet before as I felt my wetness drip down my thighs.
“H-Harder, please, Mami.”
“Since you’re such a good princess for me, of course!” Those words. She loved hearing them. She knew I probably had those thoughts already, since she’s aware she’s a good girl, but hearing me say them made her heart race. Once again, I hit her skin and made her jolt forward from the harsh touch. Except this time, she moaned out my title louder. She held her head down, adding to the submission.
“M-Mami—”
“You want more, Princess?”
“Yes, plea—”
Spank! Before she even could finish her answer, my hand was back on her cheek again — I had already predicted her answer. Now one of her cheeks had my red handprint on it, matching her blindfold and blush, whilst the other cheek had no mark. And I was going to keep it that way. Asymmetry is beautiful.
Her blindfold, nipple and cheek weren’t the only things red. The part of her body that needed me the most hadn’t gotten any attention yet. Her pussy’s color stood out from most of her body and the way she reacted to small touches could only hint at her needing me to touch it.
“Turn around,” I ordered her again.
“W-What— But you haven't—”
“Do you want me to touch your princess part?” I disrupted her.
“Y-Yes.”
“Then turn around and show it to me, Princess.”
She let go of the tub and turned around in the water, making sure to be comfortable when resting her back against it because she knew she’d stay in that position for a while. She heard how I got into the tub too. The water was rippling, and my feet were touching the tub; she could both feel and hear that I got in. Slowly, as to not drive any water out, I sank down onto her lap and put my hands on the tub on either side of her head. The feeling of my smooth skin on her indicated I had taken off the lingerie. That only meant one thing. I drew closer to her and whispered in her ear a million-dollar question: “You really want me?”
Gulping, she nodded promptly.
“Use your words, Princess,” I sang.
She took another gulp before speaking, “Y-Yes, please, Mami.”
“Good girl,” I praised and watched as her true smile made an appearance like it’d done many times tonight…
Only to form an 'o’ and let a long moan out as I sat down and met her pussy with mine deliciously. “Ah~ M-Mami~” The sensitivity of waiting and being blindfolded added with my touch was what brought out her embarrassingly loud moan.
I decided to get back to her stunning neck and kiss it, not forgetting to get closer to her collarbone. I wanted to kiss the birthmark under her eye, but it was covered by the blindfold. It was a distinctive feature of hers, just like her many tattoos. I left one last kiss onher chest and started moving up and down slowly on her pussy, making sure both our clits were rubbing against each other. This wasn’t going to be a hard fuck session; this was going to be a slow and soft lovemaking session because she was my princess.
She sporadically let out moans that ranged from high to low pitched, long to short lasting — all of them were music to my ears — a love song I’d think of every now and then when I didn’t have my princess by my side. The sound of the water moving each time I did was the background music. I started marking her neck with beautiful love bites, not hickeys, because these marks were out of love. Love and pride, as I wanted everyone to see that she was mine.
As I sucked harder on her neck, her moans turned into constant whimpers. She didn’t know what this feeling was. Never had she ever made love with someone before. Sure, she’d been caring in bed but never had she felt this cared for before. On the other hand, it wasn’t my first time. I had done this to Sooyoung every time I wanted her to know how much she meant to me (all the time). But, although this was an illusion me and Soojin had created, it felt real.
“Ma-Mami, can you go rougher on me? Please?” At that I sunk my teeth into her collarbone, not the one with the new tattoo, but the bare one. I didn’t want to cover the meaning behind the tattoo, instead I wanted to cover the other part of skin, so I’d be the one who in a way adorned both sides. The friend in me was in her tattoo and the lover in me was in her love mark. She bit her lower lip to try to conceal the pathetic whimper, failing while doing so. Sure, she loved being taken care of, but she also loved pain.
My thrusts were slow, yet long lasting, like the memory of this night would be soon. This felt surreal. Our connection. Our love. Our everything. The love bites on her neck and the literal bite mark on her collarbone would be enough proof the next morning when Soojin’d wake up that this night in fact had happened.
She let go of her lower lip and let the whimpers out freely, not caring that it hurt her pride because when you’re in love your pride doesn’t matter as much as it did before. She was reaching her breaking point and so was I but we both purposely held our orgasms back. We didn’t want this to end. We wanted this love to last as long as it possibly could. We knew that the next day we would go back to being best friends; there’d be no more Princess and Mami. We knew that we would be gone like the pink water in this tub would be in the morning. The marks would remain on her neck and shoulder the next morning…but the illusion of love wouldn’t.
“A-Are you cumming?” I asked, drunk on love.
“Y-Yes, b-but I can wait.” We had already been at it for longer than an hour — even the water was cold — but that wasn’t enough. We were both exhausted, both mentally because it was late and physically because of the lovemaking.
“I know you want to cum, Princess,” I said, not wanting her to wear herself out.
“C-Can you choke me first, Mami? Please, I’ve a-always wanted y-you to do that to me,” she mumbled.
I didn’t answer her, instead I let go of the edge and circled my fingers around her neck. For most people, choking was some kinky shit. But for us, it was romance. I was quite literally holding her life in my hand and she trusted me with it. She trusted me with her whole life, and I didn’t let her down. That’s love; letting yourself into a vulnerable position, knowing the other person can hurt you, but continuing because you have faith in them.
In this moment, she had everything she didn’t know she wanted. She felt like she’d arrived in utopia by accident. There was nothing she wanted to change. Nothing. And neither did I. Her marks were asymmetrical, but that was in my eyes perfect. I tightened my grip on her neck a little, making her choke out a small whiney moan. At the same time, I felt my core aching and hers pulsating. We needed to cum. Physically we needed to. But emotionally we didn’t want to.
“Let’s cum together,” I said and let go of her neck.
“Please, just a little more,” she begged.
“We can’t hold back, and you know it,” I stated.
“Please, Mami,"s she cracked her voice. I looked at her face. Her face was red, and the blindfold had wet patches. The patches weren’t there because of the water splashing on her (I had made sure to not splash any on her face), they were there because they’d gotten out of her eyes. She was crying, not wanting us to come to an end. But we needed to. She wasn’t my girlfriend; she was only playing the role of my girlfriend. I treated her as if she were Sooyoung, not Soojin.
For the first time ever, I kissed her. Not on her body, but on her lips. She returned the kiss with just as much thirst as me. Surrounded by water, yet we thirsted for each other. We needed to savor this before it ran out. I tangled my hands into her soft hair, not caring if I ruined her hair anymore. I didn’t care. All I cared about was this moment. For the first time this night, she let go of the tub fully and put her hands on my skin, letting them relish and remember every curve and edge before she’d never get to touch me like this ever again.
I paused the kiss and said for the last time, "Let’s cum together.”
“Can you take th-the blindfold off first?”
Truth was that she wanted to see me so she could have a visual memory of that one time she made love with her best friend. During all of this, she’d had a blindfold and although she felt that everything was real, she wanted to know for sure she wasn’t dreaming. I untied it and threw it away to who-cares-where. She opened her eyes and took in the view of me. I was naked. I was raw. I was vulnerable. I had no layers shrouding any part of me. “I love you,” she said, looking into my eyes.
Holding her face in my hands, I said, “I love you too.”
And there we reached our climax.
The end.
ONE YEAR LATER
Valentine’s Day.
The happiest day of the year for couples.
I walked into our bedroom and was met by a wonderful view. My real girlfriend was standing in front of our bed. “I missed you so much, Soobaby,” I smiled and kissed her cheek as per usual.
She was clad in only a bra and pair of panties and nothing else. “I have a little surprise for you.”
“Oh really?” I asked, amused, and sat down on the bed as she stood in front of me.
She coughed to clear her throat and looked serious, “I’ve been keeping a little secret from you for a couple of weeks now…”
What did she mean? Had she been reconsidering our relationship? Was I going to relive the same heartbreak as last year?
I must’ve looked worried, because suddenly she broke out of the serious trance she tried to be in and smiled at me. Slowly she pulled down her underwear to reveal the little surprise.
Right on her V-line.
A tattoo.
Of a little crown.
Because she is my princess.
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❝ Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub
Bubbles and bubbly, ooh
This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular
(...) Kiss me and take off your clothes
Imagine a world like that ❞
WARNING—punishment ✦ teasing ✦ masturbation ✦ stripping ✦ use of handcuffs & strap on ✦ praise kink ✦ mommy kink ✦ mentions of stigma, safe words & penetrative sex
NOW PLAYING—MONEY ✦ LISA
GENRES—suggestive ✦ borderline smut
[A/N.] this b-side is THE SHIT! it could legit even be a title track that's how much it fkn rocks!!!!! fkn queen
“Come on! Show me!” Lalisa whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.
Like all the previous times, you answered no.
Yesterday your girlfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (you had left a PornHub tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross in the corner to exit) and, although that should’ve been something positive, you didn’t want her to know.
She had been looked down upon from a young age for her gender, bakground and her body–she was, and is still, too thin or not thin enough–and as she became an adult, she's had to build an armour to defend herself and the armour was her pride. She was proud of herself and wouldn't let others treat her less than she is. You knew this. You knew she's been through hell and back and that she has grown to be proud of herself and to have a strength you admired her for. You were so proud to call a person as smart and certain as her your girlfriend.
In bed, the two of you hadn't done things that would be considered dominant or submissive, sticking to 69, fingering and oral. You had always been curious how it'd fold out if you two introduced BDSM to the bedroom. But you had a feeling she'd like to be dominant, or that she'd feel like you looked down on her if you showed any signs of sadism. Submissives and bottoms are often the butt of the joke and there's stigma in having any of those labels, and the last thing you wanted to do was to make your girlfriend think you don't respect her just because you like being dominant in sex.
“Please?” She attempted to lure you in with her huge, round, gleaming puppy eyes–which usually would work–but that method didn’t work this time around, because the great amount of vexation she had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to her cuteness.
“No, I don’t want to hurt you,” you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn’t already seen, so your girlfriend could give up her dumb quest.
It was a little confusing why she wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how she felt about being belittled by others. Maybe she thought you wanted to be the sub– "And I don't want you to hurt me, either," you quickly added.
“I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves,” she argued, making a valid point since you had, in fact, repeated those words since the start of your relationship.
“But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other,” you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.
Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Lalisa wanted to be more comfortable as she knew this conversation could stretch. Chewing on the strings of her black cropped hoodie, she looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them–everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.
Then a bulb lit above her head.
“But what if I like it when you hurt me?”
You turned your head to her side. There it was. Exactly what Lalisa wanted to see. An expression on your face that told her that if she continued this route, she would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, she wanted to find out.
“I’m leaving,” you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended, thinking she was kidding with you–and, to be fair, she often did that. You had to leave, because Lalisa was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since she had found the kinky porn on the computer.
Her face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy scared of the owner leaving. This was not the reaction she had tried to get from you. She stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as she saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, she felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship? Has she unintentionally insulted you? Was the porn just an ad? What if you had just watched it for no particular reason?
“Why are you packing?” she asked, scared of your answer.
“I’m going to Irene’s. I can’t stay with you when you’re making me crazy like this.” What you said was true; you were sure she’d crack your patience and make you go full dom on her if you stayed in the same room as her for another minute.
And you were right.
Lalisa felt relieved that you weren’t breaking up with her over a silly little 'argument' but she still didn’t want you to stay over at your friend’s when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.
“Stay with me,” she pleaded lowly, sensing she didn’t have many other options than pleading and hoping it’d be persuasive enough for you to stay with her.
“We need a night without each other to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?” you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and headed to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.
When Lalisa didn’t talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why she was being quiet all of a sudden and not protesting some more like she usually would do when she wanted you to stay with her for a bit longer. She was looking you in the eyes as she pulled the hoodie off her torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, she pulled down her pants, making sure she did it slowly enough to send you signals that she wasn’t planning on putting on her PJs.
As she stood in only her ivy panties in front of you, a new bulb lit up above her head–and this one was even brighter than the last one–maybe she did have more options than to plead and strip.
With a smirk she sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact with you, and pulled down her underwear to reveal her dripping pussy. You were speechless when she had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that your less nice side had turned her on.
The moment she started touching between her folds and moaning like a bitch, you realized that she had purposely been naughty so you could punish her. She had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because she wanted this; she wanted to be punished.
So, you decided to do it.
You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you’d kept secret from Lalisa. She looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still fingering her pussy rudely. Damn, she hoped you were doing something femdom related.
“Safeword?” you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight. You wanted to make sure she felt safe, especially when everything was going to be new for her.
“Money,” she answered, smiling at the victory; she was going to get fucked literally.
“I hope you understand that I’m going to have to punish you for being such a naughty girl.”
“Yes, Mommy,” she said oh so naturally.
You looked back at her after she said the last word, watching her lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. She seemed experienced or like she’d had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on her.
“Naughty girls don’t deserve to touch Mommy,” you said seductively, turning to her with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. She blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did she seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when she’d riled you up like this?
How cute.
Walking slowly to her, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside her legs and startled her a bit at the suddenness of the action. She had teased you, and you wanted to make sure she’d feel teased as well–and what better way to do that than to use one of her biggest weaknesses against her? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra–a pink one. She had always liked that color.
You climbed on top of her body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. She was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above her, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although she liked the bra, she would’ve loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.
“Hold your arms up for me, Lili,” you ordered, to which she listened to instantly. She held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff her to it. But she was wrong. You didn’t want her to predict her punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even her fantasy could come close to.
Instead of cuffing her wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to air, but it was the opposite; restraining her to air meant that she still could choose to disobey you further by bringing her arms down; her destiny was in her hands, quite literally. “You’re going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it’ll add to your punishment, understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Oh, don’t act like a good girl all of a sudden. You’re getting punished for a reason, Lili,” you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether she tried to or not.
“But I am a good girl,” she pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.
“Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you’re a bad girl,” you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. She continued pouting, until she saw the object you took out: a purple strap on. After removing your pants, you put the silicone dick on and adjusted it to your hips.
The strap was a little below the average size as you didn’t know how used she was to having things other than fingers and tongues shoved up her pussy–and even though you wanted to hurt her, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with her. She was your cutie Lili after all.
“You ready, Lili?” you asked as you crawled back to her, searching her face for any uncertainty. Her big eyes and toothy smile hinted at her anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure she was OK with this.
She nodded quickly, “Yes, Mommy, I’m always ready for you.”
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❝ I came here to drop some money, dropping all my money
Drop some money, all this bread so yummy, yeah
Twerking, twerking, when I buy the things I like
Dolla', dollas dropping on my ass tonight
(...) That's that shit that's never getting bounced on ya
Bitch, I do the money dance, I just made a hundred bands
When the store says, "Sign for it," I'ma leave my autograph ❞
Sub!LOONA/yyxy (Yves, Chuu Go Won, Olivia Hye) ✦ Dom!Fem!Reader
WARNING—smut ✦ mentions of multiple kinks & sexual activities ✦ dom/sub dynamics
NOW PLAYING—Stylish ✦ LOOΠΔ
A/N. i do not recommend this for vanilla orbits :) i was originally gonna post smth from my wips but after loona came back w/ paint the town i couldn’t help but start writing this shit in literally one day!!! in conclusion: i love loona and i love writing this type of content<3
and dw i will eventually post this abt the other sub-units as well🤟
She just loves to please her partner. I think she’d especially enjoy having her girlfriend sit on her face in a dominant manner, like telling her to shut up or she’ll sit on her face (best believe she’d not shut up). There’s just something about her girlfriend taking charge, ordering her around or just being a little rough that turns her on oh so much. She doesn’t even have to cum at all because she already feels pleasure from the weight of you on her head and the sweet taste of your lower lips (which can make you feel a little guilty sometimes but she always reassures you she doesn’t need more than eating your pussy). She’s the type of gal to grab your thighs (if you allow her) and moan if you choke her with them.
“If you keep teasing I will sit on your face and I will be the only one cumming tonight, you understand?” She had been touching your thigh under the table in public, slowly getting closer to your pussy so you had to remind the brat you were the dom.
“Yes,” she pushed her hand higher on your inner thigh, smirking.
Safe to say you kept your promise and she fell asleep with a smile.
✦ Thigh kink
Like mentioned above, when you sit on her face, she grabs your thighs (assuming her hands aren’t restricted) and loves when you choke her with them as she’s lapping up your pussy. Oh but that’s not the only time she touches your thighs! If you’re fucking her with your strap or your fingers etc. her hands are on your thighs (again, if possible). It’s just so sexy and she feels as if she is holding on to the meat on your thighs she has at least a little bit of control. She loves touching your thighs in general too, whether you’re sitting on the dorm couch with her members, watching a movie at the cinema or just driving somewhere. It’s a reflex for her hand to simply rest on your thigh, squeeze it and maybe move higher.
✦ Spitting (receiving)
Ok, so I definitely think she’s the most experienced and thus most open to kinks that are considered ‘bold’ or ‘kinky’ to the majority. She’s a masochist and, as the relationship progresses, she’ll want to explore more in terms of sexuality and especially in the S&M department. Spitting would be something she’d be shocked at when she first came across it online but after months of thinking of it, she’ll start imagining you spitting in her mouth. I think she’d prefer it if you took the step and to introduce spitting but if she were feeling impatient I could see her jokingly saying you should spit in her mouth way too many times for you not to notice (so you finally do it).
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김지우 / chuu
✦ Praise (receiving)
Y’all have seen the videos of her asking people to compliment her and pat her head for doing a good job? :c Yeah, she is soft and needs a gentle dom who appreciates her and her efforts. She likes being praised by you both sexually and not. It’s an important factor and if you don’t praise her during sex she’ll feel insecure and question if she’s attractive or if she’s the only one feeling good. Honestly, she could cry over it since her relationship is important to her and she hates the thought of being a bad girlfriend to the woman she loves the most in her life. You’ll have to reassure her that you love her, that she isn’t undeserving of your love and you have to promise to never stop praising your baby! Moving on, praising alone can make her so wet even if the intention of your compliment was completely non-sexual, like if you praise her for working good she can get red in the face and wet between her legs. At home, before you know it she’s on your lap, whining and dry humping you for turning her on in public.
“Did I do a good job?” she asked, flirting with her eyes.
“Of course, Baby,” you giggled at her cuteness, making her smile hard.
She put her head in your shoulder, whining, “Can we go? Please? I’m bored of this place.”
“Sure, let’s go,” you said, not realizing your girlfriend’s intentions with her seemingly innocent words.
✦ Overstimulation (receiving)
Who else wants to make her cum at least three times?? I don’t think she has a high sex drive but those days you two actually fuck you give it your all and it last for hours. The thing about overstimulation is that it’s a plethora of pleasure that is equivalent to some pain (she can handle). It’s the kinkiest shit she’ll do. She lets you continue fucking her after she’s cummed, whimpering and crying about how much it hurts and feels good at the same time, half of the time not making sense. The highest you can overstimulate her is make her cum five consecutive times before she says her safeword and you go for aftercare and cuddles.
✦ Dacryphilia
I think she’s the most likely to cry during sex out of all the members. She doesn’t care. She will express her feelings to the fullest, she’s not the type of woman to hold back because she feels belittled or embarrassed of her self-expression. Praise her through it. This doesn’t happen every time you fuck though, you have to make her cum really good if you want tears to roll down her cheeks as she moans like an angel.
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박채원 / go won
✦ Vibrators
I wanna tease her with a vibrator wand so bad. Like on the lowest vibration mode setting, making her beg for more stimulation and then, after at least a quarter, turn it on the highest setting to have her scream as she cums :( Anyway, she been considering purchasing sex toys for masturbation since before your relationship, however, she never bought any because it made her feel a little embarrassed of how ‘kinky’ she is. So, when you showed her your collection after you’d fucked a few times, she blushed, acting shy although she was, in fact, overjoyed. She likes all types of toys; strap on’s (you wear them), nipple clamps, satisfyer’s, dildos, blindfolds, hand cuffs etc. But her absolute favorite type of toy is the vibrator; bullet, g-spot, wand, bunny, eggs, remote controlled, finger vibrators — as long as it’s a vibrator, she loves it! What’s so special about vibrators is that they have different vibration levels and different vibration pattern modes and you can use them both to tease her or to make her orgasm. She also really likes how cute they look — it almost makes her feel holy — especially when they pastel colored or if they are those bunny vibrators that have a bunny shaped clit stimulator :(
✦ Begging
Her voice is so beautiful when she sings and when she speaks and she knows it. Begging is sexy both because gets turned on by how sexy her voice turns when she’s in the mood and by how humiliating it is. She likes it, though. It’s a ‘classy’ type of self-humiliation. She usually does it when you tell her to beg for you if she wants pleasure but sometimes when she’s really horny, and doesn’t want to explicitly say it, she’ll beg for anything really and look intently in your eyes as if to communicate to you she wants you to make love to her.
“Please, I want it on me,” she said, avoiding the words ‘toy’ and ‘touch’ as to not make her feel more embarrassed.
“You know what to do, my Princess.”
She knew exactly what you were talking about and she blushed a little, “Please, please, Mommy. Please. Princess has been so good today, please.”
✦ Princess kink
She loves being called princess because it makes her blush and get all warm inside. It’s both a nickname/title and a praise at the same time. She doesn’t respond to you if you call her Chaewon or Gowon when you two are alone. If you have the audacity to call her anything but Princess when you’re in front of the members she will make you regret it by giving you the most torturous silent treatment of your life. Anyway, onto the good stuff, the name ‘Princess’ doesn’t have to be sexual, she just loves it, like when you’re cuddling, holding hands, talking about your days etc. To conclude, only call her Princess and you’re both happy :)
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손혜주 / olivia hye
✦ Brat taming
She’s such a brat oh my. And she’s the type of sub to need to be broken down into submission (you have safe words and/or use colors to signal if anyone wants to stop). At first she misbehaves and tries to get on your nerves as much as possible, from whispering dirty things in your ear to masturbating next to you on bed. When you finally decide to be rough and punish her, she’s a whimpering mess promising to be good but not meaning it because she fucking loves it when her girlfriend dominates her. Her favorite type of punishments are those involving physical pain — she’s more maso than she’d like to admit — like spanking or using nipple clamps. However, she isn’t verbal about her love for pain because she feels a bit embarrassed about it but the way she keeps acting naughty even after promising she won’t, the way she bites her lip to stop her moans from exposing her massive kink, the way you can feel her wetness drip on your thigh after the last spank…you know she loves it. I don’t think she’d like name-calling, however, because that’d make her feel bad about herself, make her feel ugly even. Never call her any bad names, or nice names like ‘Babygirl’ or ‘Princess’ because in a way it can make her feel like you look down on her.
✦ Choking (receiving)
It’s about trust. I don’t think she’d be comfortable with her girlfriend choking her unless she was in love and had been so for a while. When she’s letting you choke her, she’s literally giving you her life in your hand(s) because she trusts you won’t hurt her or take advantage of her trust. It’s so much more intimate than many like to paint it, and she’s more sentimental and vulnerable than she likes to come across. I think she wouldn’t like it if you took initiative and choked her because she would misread it as you looking down on her and thinking she’s your bitch that you can do anything you want to. Instead, she’d want to be the one to grab your hand and put it on her throat, looking in your eyes to see that you don’t look down on her but actually love her.
✦ Threesome (FFF)
She’s very competitive and I think if she was feeling really bold one day, she’d go as far as suggest inviting another woman to your bed to show you nobody can pleasure you as much as she can. I definitely don’t think it’d be the type of threesome in which every party is touching each other. No, instead she and the other woman would be the ones touching you, fighting over who would make you cum first. She’d get really fucking jealous if you praised the other woman, but that’d only serve as fuel in pleasing you. Safe to say Hyejoo would win.
You looked at the two women in front of you, your girlfriend with a scowl on her face when you looked at the other woman for more than three seconds. When you gave them the sign, they began touching you.
Hyejoo went to put her lips on your pussy, looking up at you to see your reactions. “Good girl,” you said and petted her hair.
The other woman started sucking your tits with skill, “Fuck, you’re good,” you moaned and tangled your fingers in her hair.
Your girlfriend’s eyes darkened. Her lips left your lower ones and went up to your upper ones, kissing you and silencing you from praising the other bitch. She replaced them with fingers and soon your legs were shaking with pleasure, a revengeful smile on your girlfriend’s face.
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❝ Hey 반짝이는 You’re my style (My style)
투명하게 Make you mine, mine
(투명하게 Make you mine)
Hey 넌 나만 아는 Jewelry shop (Oh)
내게 어울리는 Style, style
You’re so stylish 모으고파 Mileage (Whoa whoa)
용기를 내 Make you mine, mine
(Make you mine, hey yeah)
You’re so stylish 너로 꾸며 Buy list
내게 어울리는 Style, style
(I really like your style) ❞
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( Hey, you’re shining, you’re my style
Clearly, I’ll make you mine, mine
(Clearly, I’ll make you mine)
Hey, you’re the jewellery shop only I know of
You’re my style, style
You’re so stylish, the rising mileage
I have the courage to make you mine, mine
(Make you mine, hey yeah)
You’re so stylish, I dream of you on my buy list
You’re my style, style
(I really like your style) )
—jeon heejin; cho haseul; wong kahei; kim jiwoo; park chaewon; jung jinsol; ha sooyoung; kim jungeun; 2018
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A/N. i miss soojin :( the members are doing solo activities now, soyeon w/ 'windy’, yuqi with 'bonnie & clyde'/‘giant’ and minnie w/ her new drama ‘not worth it’! idk what the other members are doing but let’s hope they’re well at least
on a whole other note, i wanna comment on ‘i burn’ a bit. all b-sides were so fkn good! but my favorite were ‘lost’, ‘moon’ and ‘dahlia’. fkn gold. first album i’ve purchased in my life lmao. (mini-album but it still counts!)
Unlike the GIF may suggest, I don't think she'd act shady as in she'd be mean or roll her eyes at your ex if she were to meet them since she's a very mature person. However, if your ex were affectionate or expressed having feelings for you still, she'd take charge and let your ex know that you're taken but in the chillest, cutest way possible like by PDA; backhugging you, calling you by your pet name or kiss your cheek in front of your ex. As mentioned, she's mature and doesn't do things out of impulse.
"Remember your favorite candy that I absolutely hated? I buy that and willingly eat it sometimes when I'm feeling down," your ex smiled at you, thinking back to old times.
"She doesn't like that candy anymore," Soyeon giggled and turned to you, "so we have this tradition that every weekend one of us surprises the other with a new candy we've never tried before. And it's your turn this week, Babe!"
Soyeon turned the conversation into a dialog between you and her so smoothly, making your ex invisible.
Oh lord help your ex if they didn't get the memo!
After the encounter, she'd prefer it if she never met your ex ever again since they aren't a relevant part of you life anymore and she wouldn't want to hurt your ex by letting you lead them on, y'know. But, if your ex were to get your number and text you that they aren't over you, Soyeon would get your ex's number and reject them by texting something like "I'm sorry, I met you at *insert location* a week ago, and I'm ___'s girlfriend. I hope you understand why I don't want you to contact her again. Thanks!" She'd ask you to block your ex's number and social medias so if she ever saw your ex's name on your screen again, she'd confront you, thinking you were cheating on her. It may seem too much of her to demand that but she wouldn't feel comfortable with her girlfriend being in touch with an ex who still has feelings for her.
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조미연 / miyeon
Jealous. Miyeon doesn’t care for personal space in general, always touching you in some way, holding your hand, hugging you, leaning on you, so you bet your ass she will maximize the PDA. She wants all of her girlfriend's attention at all times. Therefore, she could turn into the biggest brat if you were to even look your ex's way. She'd prefer it if the ugly scenario of ever seeing your ex in public happened that you'd either ignore them or show them you're very disinterested in them (not keep eye contact, not laugh at their jokes, not smile at them, only looking at your girlfriend). If you were to be friendly with your ex, she'd become needy and jealous but would express it through demanding your attention even more, flirting with you but not making up an excuse to leave your ex because she wants your ex to leave as to show they’d given up on your attention, which’d leave Miyeon finally satisfied.
"Baby, there you are!" Miyeon said in a cuteified voice, pouting at you, making sure to look at your ex's reaction when she called you baby. "Baby, have I told you how pretty you look? You’re so pretty I wanna eat you up," she jokingly nipped at your cheek, making your ex finally turn around and leave.
Miyeon clung onto your arm, "Look at me only. Okay? I’m your girlfriend not that thing over there."
Afterwards, she'd talk to you about it and complain that she wants you to show that you're her girlfriend and that you're proud to be so, either by saying it or PDA because she doesn't want your ex to have any ideas. Safe to say that if you were to have contact with your ex since that situation, she'd become very insecure about where you stand in the relationship. Everyone has different expectations in a relationship and she'd be sad that you ignored hers, even after she told you she gets upset especially when you're friendly with your ex, who is a part of your past and shouldn't be a part of your present. Don't talk to your ex damn it.
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ณิชา ยนตรรักษ์ / minnie
She is a Scorpio, need I say more? But really though, I think she’d be jealous. So, I think she’s the kind of girlfriend to know everything about you, including all details of your past relationships. Thus she’s likely to get more hurt by seeing you with anyone of your exes. Babie could become a bit insecure ngl :( She’d have a glare without trying to and she’d try not to come across as jealous but you’d be able to tell by her increase in PDA, clinging onto your arm or resting her head on your shoulder. She’d give her best effort to show to your ex that you are taken by her.
"___, what movie do you wanna watch tonight, love?" she said out loud, although her face was near yours enough for you to hear her even if she whispered, because she wanted to make sure your ex heard.
“Well (…)”
“I wanna go now. Wanna cuddle so bad,” she huffed with her best pout, “Pwease let’s go already.”
If you didn’t go after her numerous attempts at being cute enough for you to forget your ex’s company she would go as far as doing aggressive aegyo with confidence in either making you soft or embarrassed enough to drag her away.
Afterwards, she’d act like she hadn’t been jealous, only admitting if you were to initiate a conversation about it. She really values communication in your relationship since she wants both of you to be honest, comfortable and safe with each other so I do think she would open up about how meeting your ex would upset her. It’s not something she can control, she just feels hurt seeing you spend time with them instead of her when she’s your girlfriend. You’d have to agree on respecting each other’s comfort zones in the future.
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서수진 / soojin
OK, so we all know Sujin is a jealous person. (Shit, she even gets jelly when Shuhua is affectionate with any bandmate, because she only wants her to be cute with her!) This may be harsh but I feel like she'd love it if you were cold to your ex, maybe even mean to them (!). She has a hard time opening up about her feelings, needing a bit of time and thought before expressing her troubles to you, so she wouldn’t say anything, only think and hope for you to act cold to your ex. Subconsciously, she’d become a tiny bit affectionate and hold your hand or just play with it in front of your ex, avoiding eye contact, both out of jealousy and nervousness. She’d become hurt if you spent more time than necessary (she’s not even sure what is considered more than necessary) in the company of your ex.
She stared at you as you spoke to your ex who had approached you in the middle of a freaking date (ugh).
She didn't say anything, rather observing what you do in a situation like this, hoping you'll tell your ex to leave (in a kind manner or not doesn’t matter) so you could continue your date with your girlfriend who you love very, very much.
Suddenly your hands were super interesting and she started playing with them, waiting for your ex to leave (hopefully because you told them to).
If you didn’t end up telling your ex to leave, the rest of the date would be a little tense, Sujin feeling hurt.
If you knew your girlfriend well and therefore told your ex to leave, her face would brighten up and she’d tell you that you didn’t need to do all that, while giggling and blushing at you.
Baby would deny any ideas of her being jealous. No, she wasn’t jealous, why would you even think that? I mean, her body language could be interpreted as anything from jealousy to nervousness to boredom. If you were smart and told your ex to leave, you would have amazing sex that night.
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宋雨琦 / yuqi
Oh bitch. You're hers. Periodt. If anyone — especially your ex — has the audacity to act like you don’t belong to her, she will cut a bitch. Not only will she make the idiot regret their huge mistake, she will be disappointed if you don’t try to match her loyalty by e.g. embarrassing your ex, completely ignore them, or kiss your girlfriend in front of them to show you don’t have any plans on being with them. I think she could handle not having you throw words at your ex, maybe even feel cool for breaking that idiot down by herself, but ultimately she’d feel reassured if you helped. She doesn’t want to feel like you’re not as invested in your relationship as she is.
"I'm ___'s girlfriend. Why are you talking to her?" Yuqi looked at your ex, her charismatic stare scaring them a bit.
“H-Hi? Uhm, I’m just catching up a bit.”
“Sorry, but she’s not interested in peasants, you should know that by looking at me,” Yuqi eyed them, judging them shamelessly.
“Let’s just go, Princess,” you kissed her hand.
“Let’s go to bed, Mommy,” she said as you turned around, not caring if your ex heard or not. “I can’t believe you went out with that before me.”
You better fuck her well to make her anger over your ex disappear. She wouldn’t be mad at you but meeting your ex in general would put her in a bad mood. So, go to a bathroom, finger her, make her taste your wet fingers, leave hickeys on her and then order her to do the same to you. Shit, she may even turn into a power bottom and kiss your neck and tell you to leave the lipstick stains for everyone to see. I don’t think it’s about jealousy it’s rather about her not liking meeting your ex or even hearing the mention of their name because they make her think if you in a relationship that isn’t with her, which leaves her not so happy.
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葉舒華 / shuhua
(자기야 = jagiya)
Oh lord I love this woman. We all know Shuhua would speak up. Periodt. She's protective. Periodt. You're hers. (Y'all have seen how she protects her members when anyone dares comment hate on their vlives, right?) She would look your ex dead in the eye and confront them, whether they were flirting with you or just making small talk. To some people, it may seem like she’s overreacting but she just hates your ex since the moment you told her about the past relationship.
"Hey! Can't you see ___ is with me? I'm literally holding her hand and kissed her right before you came and interrupted our peaceful time. Do I have to write Belongs to Shuhua on her arm for you to understand?" she squeezed your hand and clenched her free one, prepared to slam your stupid ex if they had the audacity to not leave in the next few seconds.
As soon as your ex left, Shuhua turned to you, “자기야, get me a pen. I don’t want another idiot to think they have the privilege of talking to my girlfriend.”
I don’t see her reacting in a different way in the future; she’ll kill your exes with words (and hands if necessary). She’ll only blame them for their behavior because it is not your fault that your exes approach you and can’t take the obvious hints of being in a loving relationship. Afterwards, she becomes more clingy than usual, sticking to your side the remaining hours of the day, needing you to show how much you love her with words, cuddles and sweet love-making. The next day she would wake you up with kisses, whining for you to spoon her even when you’re sleeping. Yeah, you’d have to show her a tad more affection as to remind her you love her more than you’ve loved anyone in the past.
The air in the living room was white, contaminated by smoke from the hookah all six of you had been sharing for the past hour or so. But most of your lady friends had gone to their rooms by now, Irene hesitating a bit, wanting to spend a little more time with you since she hadn't seen you for a week. After the youngest whined at her, signaling she wanted you alone, Irene left, bringing the rest of the members with, leaving you with Yerim, alone in this cozy room.
At this point, the hookah was almost empty, so you could handle smoking the rest of it on your own. Yerim didn't want more of the minty taste. She wanted the taste of something else.
You two were total opposites, the smoke had made you calm, maybe tired even, but all it had done to Yerim was fill her lungs with energy. Slowly, you exhaled a small cloud, the woman beside you looking at it disappearing into thin air. As you were chilling on the couch, casually looking through Yerim’s to-watch list on Netflix, trying to find something you hadn't seen already, she sat in front of you on the carpet. You looked down on her, patting her head a bit with the remote in your hand, assuming she wanted your affection.
But you were wrong. She wanted to show you affection.
After settling on watching Eerie, you laid back on the couch, tossing the remote away to focus on the movie and smoking. But Yerim had other plans. She turned around, away from the TV, to look at you. You blew white smoke on her face, her inhaling some, letting some fade away on its own. She was so pretty. The cheerful girl who always had a smile for you to mirror was now looking at you with pitch black eyes.
"Aren't you going to watch the movie?" you asked.
But she didn't say anything. Instead, she put her hands on your knees and gulped. Maybe it was the smoke she had inhaled, or the way it changed the normal dorm atmosphere to a fun place for young people...but she did something she wasn't sure she'd have the courage to do after this. A smirk on your face when she moved your legs apart, making your skirt ride up your thighs to reveal a pair of panties for Yerim to see. Wow, she was really doing this.
You didn't say anything, just huffing and puffing the smoke as Yerim did something she wasn't she'd ever get the courage to do again. She looked at you, as if to ask for permission to proceed, to which you gave her a light nod. And it was enough to let her adrenaline filled veiny hands go up the skin of your thighs to the fabric of your underwear. Damn. She took them off, not letting her eyes off your pussy for a second. You put your free hand on her cheek, making her blush at the small touch. She couldn't look at you as she took your blush-producing hand away from her pink cheek to bring it to your pussy, and she was proud she had made you this wet this quickly. Looking at you, she took your wet middle finger into her mouth to taste you. If she wasn't motivated to eat your pussy before, she certainly was now that she had the taste of candy on her tongue.
She looked at you as she finally went down to let her tongue meet your pussy. First the clit, sending chills in your body. Then, licking and tasting your lips, watching your reaction to see if you liked it. Again, you brought your free hand on her cheek and gently guided her to be harder against you. She got the memo, pushing her tongue between your folds, letting her nose stimulate your clit, all while grabbing your thighs.
"Good girl," you praised.
She smiled against you, determined to make you cum just from her tongue (and nose).
"Can I film this for us?"
She blushed, nodding. You brought your phone from the side to film her eating your pussy with some smoke too. You decided to only film a minute as a memory to go back to whenever you (or Yerim) need to. Then you let go of your phone, looking at her loving your pussy when all of a sudden Yerim laid down on her back on the (thankfully) soft carpet.
"___?" she whispered.
The room was so silent you could hear her, "Yeah?"
"You— You should sit on my face."
"Gladly," you went up, bringing a pillow with.
She blushed, thinking you were going to put it under her head although the carpet was soft as feathers. But no. You wanted to do something you’d never do to her otherwise; the smoke had gotten to you too. A low gasp left her lips as you pushed her legs up, putting the pillow against her thighs, only to sit on her face and lean back to rest on her. Damn.
“You like being used like a toy, hm?”
She couldn’t say anything so she just moaned against your pussy. You moved her hands away from your thighs, telling her to only put them there as a stop sign since she couldn’t verbally tell you to stop. She moaned in response.
Soon you were the one moaning. Yerim was so good at reading your body language and expressions (she was still looking at you, wanting to savor every moment), and she listened to what you wanted. You were sure that tongue of hers was going to make you cum soon.
Irene just woke up, looking at the clock, seeing it had been 20 minutes since she left you two in the living room. It was something she’d do every time she went to sleep with a bad feeling. Upon realizing the hookah wasn’t empty when she had left, she felt guilty for not staying and finishing it with you and Yerim so you wouldn’t have to smoke it empty by yourselves. So she sat up, put on her slippers and started making her way down the stairs.
What she didn’t expect was the sight she was met by. Yerim on the floor, you on her face, leaning against her thighs, smoking hookah, moaning and praising her. Irene must’ve gasped or made a sound unconsciously because you looked at her direction. But you weren’t embarrassed. No, you had smoked too much and were too close to cumming to fucking care that this pretty woman was looking at you using her youngest member’s face for your pleasure. Yerim was too busy tasting you to notice. You waved the older woman off. She understood, looking at the sight one last time before turning around and letting a tear out. She shouldn’t have left you two alone.
Soon your pussy was letting tears out. But from pleasure, “Fuck, Yerim. I’m close.”
She moaned against your pussy, switching between a hard suck to your clit and a deep lick between your lips.
“Fuck. I’m cumming.”
You were moaning louder, almost screaming, and you were sure Irene could hear you through the walls but you didn’t care. This could’ve ended like any other time, emptying the hookah, waving your friends good bye, going to sleep. But Irene had left you two alone. You were shaking and moaning, grabbing onto Yerim’s head for balance. She continued licking your pussy, slower as to not overstimulate you, until no drop of cum was left for her to taste and swallow. She did it all with a smile and red cheeks. Damn.
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❝ Cameras are flashing
While we're dirty dancing
They keep watching (They keep watching) ❞
WARNING—smut✦ mentions of multiple kinks ✦ sub/dom dynamics
NOW PLAYING—Ice Cream ✦ BLACKPINK & Selena Gomez
[A/N.] i’ve never written headcanons b4, but i rly enjoyed it — not just bc jisoo is my bp bias — bc it went much faster than writing a ff or reaction/scenario abt multiple idols! thus, hc requests will b posted much quicker than other rq so feel free to rq hc
random but ice cream was my most played song on spotify 2020 lol + bp was my most played artist(s) on spotify 2020!
✦ Would want to appear as dom in public, because, before you, she was always the top/dom and is used to being the leader, both in past relationships and in general when she’s with friends (non-sexually)
✦ She’s used to always being the one to take care of others (she refuses to show herself in her weakest moments because she doesn’t want to bring anyone down with her problems), and therefore she’d prefer if her girlfriend took care of her by allowing her to be vulnerable only to put plasters on her wounds
✦ Anyway, onto the more NSFW parts, she’d call you Mommy — although she’s a sub, she wouldn’t mind if you called her that either (only in a non-sexual manner, though). It’s not a label or title; it’s just a name of affection and love
✦ At the start of the relationship that title/ pet name would only be used for innocent purposes, but later on it’d become a kink in bed
✦ Her title/ pet name would be Baby as she loves taking care of you and being taken care of, so this pet name is both fitting and cute to her
✦ She’d also really enjoy being called Princess, but the little name would make her feel spoiled and like she doesn’t deserve it, so she just ends up blushing and whining to you about making her shy every time you call her that — however, after being together for a while, you can call her that without her freaking out on the outside (her heart would do somersaults every time on the inside, though)
✦ She tends to be more of a giver than a taker because when she loves her partner, she puts her all in her and wants her to feel like she’s everything to her
✦ At first, it’d be hard for Jisoo to not give and give all the time, but after you introduced BDSM dynamics to the relationship, as well as showed her that she deserves to get back what she gives (either by words or actions), she’d eventually become comfortable with being on the receiving end
✦ You two have to lock Dalgom (Jisoo’s dog) outside the room whenever you want to fuck and sometimes, he starts wailing so you end up feeling bad about it…to the point you might actually end up hiring a dog sitter
✦ Passionate sex would be her favorite because she’s busy and doesn’t get to fuck too often, so when she does, she wants it to mean something. If she doesn’t feel loved and make you feel loved, it’s failed sex. In this case, passionate sex would mean BDSM and the level of it would depend on how long you’ve been together
✦ In the begging of the relationship you’d go for edging, cunnilingus, light hairpulling and maybe a degrading praise, like “naughty baby”, every now and then
✦ But as the relationship progresses, you both grow more comfortable in trying new things you’ve been interested in before, like 69, different types of restriction, finger sucking, light choking, blindfolding, thigh riding, wearing lingerie (both of you), using various vibrators and strap on’s
✦ I feel like the main reason she’d be into masochism is because it means she lets go of everything and allows someone else to have all control — which rarely happens in her everyday life. Having someone do whatever they wanted to her (with her consent) would relieve all her stress. The lone concept of not having to do all the thinking and not having the pressure of making the right decisions would be so sexy to her
✦ I especially see her being into handcuffing — not heavy bondage, though because that’s kind of scary — not only because she loves having enough trust in her partner to let her restrict her, but also because it’d make her feel valuable since only valuable things are locked (like money or diamonds are locked in safes because they’re valuable and nobody wants them to be taken away). Also, the view of herself handcuffed, even when she’s fully clothed, makes her feel attractive
✦ Spanking would also be one of her main kinks, because laying across your lap, arching her back, and putting her butt out makes her feel so fucking sexy and desirable. However, this would only occur on special occasions, like when there’s a holiday or when she’s bought a new pair of lingerie
✦ To add on that, neither handcuffing nor spanking have to be a punishment, it could just happen because she requested it out of her love for it; pain isn’t always a punishment
✦ I don’t think she’d be the type to misbehave unless she was bored and just wanted attention, but then it’d mostly be something mild like kissing your neck during a movie or whispering something flirty in your ear randomly
✦ There’s no way I’m going to upload this without talking about cunnilingus. Giving head, receiving head — she loves it all and has no preference. She loves giving it, because she likes making her girlfriend feel good (feeling your taste is of course a much appreciated bonus). Her head game is GOOD, but you should praise her because that gives her confidence to do even better
✦ When she’s receiving head, she’s quite vocal. The intimacy of her girlfriend focusing on her, and her only, along with seeing you enjoy doing it for her would just send her over the edge, wrapping her thighs around your head, wanting to come again when she sees her sweet cum on your lips. She’d always be extra affectionate afterwards, wanting to eat you out back, or just say how much she appreciates you and kiss your whole face to emphasize it
✦ Loves lingerie, whether it’s you or her wearing it. She’d be happy to see you in it, not only because you’re so fucking sexy in it, but also the thought of you wanting to wear something special for her would make her feel special
✦ One time when she was shopping with one of her members, most likely Jennie, she passed by a lingerie section, only to be stopped by her saying “If I had a girlfriend, I would buy something like this and surprise her.” After the recommendation, she’d end up purchasing five pairs of lingerie and wear one of them when you got home that night
✦ She’d wear it every now and then, surprising you every time. Wearing lace or fancy fabrics would make her feel so pretty and seeing your amazing reactions and hearing your beautiful words every time would, of course, only heighten that feeling
✦ When it comes to teasing, I think she would enjoy being teased but not too much; she wouldn’t be patient enough to wait, she’d just want you to fuck her honestly. She’d like it if you nibbled her inner thighs or gave a kiss to her clit before giving her head, for example
✦ But she wouldn’t like it if you teased her with your fingers inside her before you fuck her with your strap, but she would just endure it and bite her lip, waiting for you to continue
✦ On the other end, I don’t think she’d tease you often, only when she was in certain moods like if she was feeling a little naughty or if she just wanted your attention, but only small
✦ Hickeys are cute in hidden places like her or your boobs, but she doesn’t appreciate them anywhere else on her body because her stylists have to cover them up and she doesn’t want to face the embarrassment and possible scolding. If you want to, she’ll mark you wherever you’d like (marking you as hers would be her secret guilty pleasure)
✦ Also, I think she’s both a boob person, and low key also a butt person. Like, she’d love to kiss you boobs and vice versa. She’d like to play jokingly with your butt, nothing sexual though (unless you’re not wearing pants/shorts of course)
✦ I don’t think she’d ever like to do anything in public, the most ‘public’ place for having sex being the bathroom or living room — or kitchen if you’re feeling bold. Sex is just very intimate and should be private and also, if she ever got caught, it would be very damaging to her and Blackpink’s career.
✦ But let’s go back to the bathroom, living room and kitchen, I think she’d be OK with doing it in a bathtub or shower and on the couch since they’re comfortable spaces, but the kitchen counter could be used for fucking if she’s feeling extra sexy and fond of the idea of spreading herself on the kitchen counter OR if you asked her to sit on it so you could eat her out, because she always gets flustered when you want to do something like that for her
✦ Although she mostly is a bottom, she also enjoys domming and taking care of you too just because she’s used to caring for others. You guys don’t have permanent roles, everything depends on the situation and who feels like being in control and who doesn’t — but you both prefer it when you top so she only doms once or twice a year lol
✦ She loves aftercare almost as much as the actual sex; it’s during aftercare that you show how much you truly love her. Although you spank her or degrade her lightly, she knows you don’t mean harm in it, but hearing your praises and feeling your touch as you call her Baby/Princess would fill her stomach with butterflies. She especially enjoys aftercare like filling the bathtub or reading a book together or just cuddling naked (in a non-sexual way) and just talking about anything on your minds
“Can I cum?” she panted, hands cuffed above her head as you held her legs apart, sucking her clit gently.
“Say please,” you mumbled against her, sending vibrations, making her moan.
“Please,” she arched her back, trying not to cum without your permission, “Please, Mommy.”
“Everything for my Princess.”
She rolled her eyes, finally cumming, “Oh lord— Thank you.”
You smiled up at her, placing one last kiss on her pussy before moving up and kissing her upper lips.
“You did so good, Baby,” you praised, making her smile at you, for a moment forgetting she’s still handcuffed.
“Thank you, Mommy,” she beamed and looked at you as you uncuffed her and kissed her wrists.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you even more.”
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❝ You’re the cherry piece, so stay on top of me, so
I can’t see nobody else for me, no ❞
