How do I make my smut debut ? Do I go to smut music shows and get triple crowns ? Whats the comeback frequency like ? If someone stans me ottoke Dear Stan I wrote to you but you aint calling I left my cell my pager and my number at the bottom
-fuck negativity i don’t like fapping while annoyed
That’s a lot to take in. But look, the industry has plenty of room to grow. It’ll only be big enough for me when my poems start to hit the Billboard Hot 100. You gotta start your own agency (make a Tumblr blog, or AFF or AO3, or something) and just begin writing songs (stories). Maybe your first things won’t be hits, but you gotta get the practice in. Then you can start worrying about awards. In terms of comeback frequency, in general, we move more like Blackpink than Twice. Take that how you will.
If you actually do wanna start writing, send me a message and ask me stuff. I’m also working on a smut writing guide, but just like everything else I write, who knows how long that’ll take?
Nah, I’m pretty much exclusively here to get off, which is a lie because I certainly don’t write like that, but I guess I don’t want any sort of emotions. No thanks, catharsis, my days can be hard enough as it is.
Improved Reader Feedback...i was atleast hoping you were hot ...and? "Meh. You'll do." imagine an idol saying this to your face, there ain't no blood, but it sure sting lmao. the ending got me thinking, she said “How about let’s try out one of these ideas instead? I like these a little more.” my guess is she wants to try Fibonacci 😂 nice number you got there bruv
also damn, what a masterlist...
Look, sometimes you just gotta be honest. Not every OC is Adonis. I don’t know if Yuqi is a bunny but she can definitely a spanking or two after that, so it definitely fits.
Also, thank you, I appreciate you noticing the masterlist!
An idol invite you to her apartment because she read your fanfiction, just the two of you, door locked. she asked "so... do you prefer rough or sensual?" who would it be? and what would you say/do?
Usually I’m not an author’s notes first kind of guy, but I just wanna say this before anyone mentions it. I’m sorry anon who gave me legitimate criticism. I promise, I actually did not write this story with the express purpose of immaturely dunking on you. I realize that it reads like that but I already had this idea for a while. I swear to god that I just thought this was funny.
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“Ugh, can’t we just fuck in these?” Yuqi scrolls through her phone, reading your stories.
“Yeah. Seriously, all these words but how am I supposed to get off to this?”
“I… I dunno. It has the sexy words… in… it. You know, cum and… slick. Clamping. I said, clamping, that’s, you know, it’s hot. Tight, tight pussy.”
“And how would you know?”
“The idea’s just hot! I’m sorry!”
Yuqi sighs. “Plus your stories are always so rough. Can we try out something different?”
“Well, what do you think I’m doing at your apartment?”
“I kinda just assumed this was an insane lucid dream, or something.”
“At least think of a better scenario. There’s no plot or anything. Oh wait, I have something original, ‘K-pop idol reads your smut and gives you feedback.’ How does that sound?”
“Let’s just get this started, shall we? I was at least hoping you were hot.”
“Meh. You’ll do.”
Yuqi throws her phone to the side, not caring about whether or not the act fucks up the phone screen, then throws you down the bed, stripping you of your shirt and pants in the blink of an eye, admiring your body without blinking her eyes, grinding on your leg, pussy soaking and clenching on air, taking off her own shirt, lacking a bra, nipples hardening, the sounds of her groaning and grunting making music to your ear as you pinch the pink nubs.
You kiss Yuqi as you pull her down by her hair while she moans and sighs in pleasure as you pleasure her with your fingers while the dripping between her leg increases as your tongues battle for dominance while she tries to find a rhythm in her grinding as the heat in the room increases as the heat between your bodies do too as she raises her hips to align herself while you point your cock at her pussy like it’s hungry and begging.
“Can I have sex with you?” you ask, making sure to get her consent while your tip is about halfway from the breath of her pussy if her pussy could theoretically breathe.
“I’m a really nice person. I think you are too.”
“Okay. You are nice. Unlike these other assholes. You can have sex with me,” Yuqi says, giving you consent.
The act of inserting your penis into her vagina makes Yuqi feel really good, and notably, it makes you feel really good too. It’s like having your manhood showered in sloppy kisses, but the kisses are from her pussy instead of her lips. She goes down, and wow, it feels even better than really good. Really, really good. Squeezing. Wet, weeeet.
Then Yuqi starts bouncing and she starts to moan and she begins to feel somehow better than really, really good, like there’s a third really in there, and she slightly sort of kinda twists her hips with every up and down like she’s bouncing on a seesaw or a spring or something else that bounces and then when she really gets into it, she gets loud, and you think at first it’ll be her pleasured shouting that echoes in the room but 👏 there’s 👏 just 👏 the 👏 sound 👏 of 👏 flesh 👏 slapping 👏 flesh.
You’re breathing heavily, your hands roaming all around her body, a fire rising within you, the fire getting bigger and smaller while you’re pumping, thrusting, in and out, switching positions, placing her onto the bed, attacking her neck and peppering her with smooches, leaving marks, the both of you slowing down and staring into each other’s eyes sensually, intimately, like you’re in love with a stranger and she is too but that’s how it was always meant to be, pussy clamping on your cock.
“You’re so wet…”
“Yeah… I know…” She blushes, probably out of some kind of embarrassment, which is strange because she’s literally having sex with you so why would that be like that.
More sliding in and out. Your dick is poking at her womb as it provides it with a slight kinda little bit of pre-cum slightly kind of, but it’s slow and sensual because she asked, a sort of slow and sensually pre-cum and there’s a lot of consent because she’s nodding.
Your orgasm is about to arrive. It feels really, really, really, really good. Like sparks or fireworks or sparkling fireworks. A few more pistoning thrusts.
You say this because your orgasm is now arriving: “C-cuuummmii…”
But then, Yuqi stops. “This isn’t working,” she says.
“No.” Yuqi sighs as she slides out from underneath. “I don’t know.”
“Look, I’m just here for the ride,” you admit.
Yuqi heads to her phone and pulls up your story again. “How about let’s try out one of these ideas instead? I like these a little more.”
“I’m a loser / I’m a loser / Lover with a dollar sign is a loser.”
This radio is definitely taunting you. Someone, maybe one of the radio presenters, loves to see you suffer, while your car slowly rolls onto the paved entrance next to your house. The remnants of stars in the dark blue sky above fade completely when bright, golden beams of light burst forth behind the earths’ curvature. The sun has risen, and with no clouds to hide it, she shows it to everyone.
You pull out the key, and thus the boy band falls silent. A new urge rises in you faster and even stronger than the glowing fireball illuminating the entire planet. It makes you drop your keys; of course, they fall somewhere underneath your seat. As you fumble for them, the events of last night—the finale at least—is put on replay in your fuzzy mind.
Normalize having high standards of smut and bullying people who write average ones
“Sire, we’re running out of room in our keep. Our walls are being breached from the inside. We have to get rid of some of our citizens, let alone add new people.”
I look around a bit. The walls are made of about eight cardboard boxes. Whenever someone tries to post something, there’s a fifty percent chance one of those cardboard boxes crumples. In the distance, a dragon screams with enflamed breaths.
Most importantly, there’s a staggering amount of space. Every person can build their own two-story house with plenty of land for a garden, maybe even a small farm.
“Umm. Can someone put the town drunk back in the jail cell?” I sigh and look at you. You don’t really seem to have much going on in those eyes. “You know it’s a serious crime to even impersonate a squire?” It doesn’t really seem like any of the words are getting to you. There’s a dumb little smile on your face. “Ahh, whatever.”
Hating on people is so fun , I’m a hater fr, I wake up everyday to spread negativity and hopefully ruin lives
You go to parks and find children playing soccer specifically to kick their ball away into some bushes and watch them cry. Then you laugh at yourself, which is good because you know at some level that you’re a clown, but I don’t think you really understand what kind of clown you are.
There was that gym class when the score was tied. The greatest moment of your life. (Of course, gym class was your peak (and you got a C+, woohoo).) You took a pass that wasn’t meant for you, put your whole body into kicking, then as soon as your foot hit the ball, you tripped. The sound of everyone laughing at you still nags at you. Doesn’t it?
“I tripped on purpose!” But you don’t really get it, do you? You always forgot to pack a few extra brain cells for lunch, so you wouldn’t have that kind of self-awareness. When you start laughing along, that obvious lie nags at your mind—with you, not at you.
Pat yourself on the back. You’re doing great stuff. Keep it up.
i have tried to read your stories but I find them to be too pretentious. the big words, the metaphors, are too much for me. at first I felt dumb, but I think that maybe you write for style over substance. it draws attention to itself, makes me have to work hard to read, instead of it being a moving and immersive experience. sorry, I know this is probably offensive, you seem confident in your work and have lots of fans, but I’ve just spent the last few days reading and I’m just scratching my head
That’s fine. I appreciate the feedback. You’re absolutely correct in every way. I’m overly self-indulgent. I love reading when people think my writing is pretentious or flowery or confusing and I don’t care if that alienates my readers. Making a reader work hard might be the best compliment I’ve gotten. So even though I get this comment maybe once a quarter (though usually with less detail, which is why I’m answering this), I don’t do anything about it. I think that comes with lazy self-awareness. Much like other things in life, I understand the problem fully and have zero drive to improve it. That being said, the implication here is that I’m not gonna get published or miss out on N% of my audience. I don’t care.
Still, I’m thankful you gave my stories a chance anyway. If it’s not for you, not much I can do about it. I’m not gonna edit my stories or anything. I guess I could protest and say that I really don’t think most of stories go that deep with the metaphors and that in my eyes, those are just little pieces of icing that don’t really show as often as people say if you read the story. I don’t go for moving with most of my stories, but I can see your point with immersive. Again, thanks for the criticism. I do need it. Maybe I’ll find some more middle ground in future works. (Probably the opposite, woops.)
“Oh, hi there! Nice to meet you. I hope you had a good rest.”
You open your eyes too quickly. Bright light reflected by clean white hurts your retina, feeling like a laser burning its way to your brain. Fighting the pain, you try to remember what happened before your eyelids fell down, where you actually are right now, and why a cute-sounding female voice is calling out to you.
Worker was fuming with hatred the last time you spoke with him. Maybe because the Oracle showed more interest in you than in him, maybe because he grew tired of your complaints. but you cannot be certain. Either way, he once again covered your ears, this time with a helmet. While dragging you along with him, he angrily gave you instructions: “A female will pick you up. She has all further tasks for you. I won’t allow disobedience or mistakes from you. Either your work is excellent, or you will feel my wrath.”
“It seems that you are still tired. My name is Yena, by the way.”
Your books have seen sin their pages could not begin to describe. This room is only a library at day. On the sun’s failure, you indulge more carnal delights.
Ningning bends in half over the front of an old desk and makes a perfect right angle with her tight body—who needs protractors? Her tummy presses against the tabletop while the rest of her upper torso overshoots the small table. With her face down, she can only see the chair as her tits hang freely in the air. Her arms stretch out behind her, high up in the air with wrists entangled in a rope attached to the ceiling. Her legs are just as straight, ankles locked to the ground. In her rigid confinement, she does her best to budge and wiggle her perky ass. A layer of lube on her asscheeks glistens in the candle light, a rambling of handprints reddens her fair skin, and a pink heart-shaped plug fills her butthole.
You take more time to walk around Ningning in a slow circle, inspect your pretty, bound pet, and read her carefully like a good book. Your fingers run over her vulnerable body, every shivering inch a new page to discover. The way you let your warm breath dance on her exposed skin is purposeful.
“D-daddy.” Her pout matches her whiny tone. Ningning wants more than your light fingers; she wants your lips sucking and marking her body. No, even more, she needs your cock—you can tell by her eyes that desperately follow it. It’s right there, dangling in front of her. If only she could just break free and worship it.
But not yet. “I know, baby.” The warmth in your voice can’t be trusted; she knows that.
Your hand approaches her left breast. The mound is ridiculously perky, its shape voluptuous as gravity pulls it down. Suddenly, you grope it and tighten hard. So hard, your fingers’ outlines imprint her skin and give the pressured flesh no choice but to extend and sprawl in the free space between each finger.
“Hmm! Annh!” Ningning’s mouth gapes open irregularly, and her tongue sticks out.
With your free hand, you slap her other breast, sending a jolt of pain to the already panting girl. She cries in response—a second slap, harder, mound swaying in the air. A third, ruthless slap follows and Ningning screams.
“Ahh! Fuck, Daddy! P-please. You know my… nh, breast is sens—”
Quickly, you quiet her by shoving your index and middle finger in her mouth. She closes her plump lips and sucks greedily. Of course, she knows exactly what you want from her mouth, exactly what she’s supposed to do to be a good girl.
“That’s right,” you say. “Try to stay quiet, so I can enjoy defiling this tiny body some more.”
After you release your grip on her compressed tit, you strike it hard, giving it a similar treatment to the other one. Ningning’s entire body wiggles in response, and a raspy cry of pleasure muffles in her throat. When you give another smack, her mouth closes in distress, her teeth biting on your fingers. It’s the only thing she can do to contain another scream and you know it, but you can’t let it slide.
“Ouch. I think I’m going to have to teach you some manners, babe.”
She sucks until the very end, when your fingers slide out of her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva on her plump lips. With her nipples extremely erect and her tits unstimulated, she whined.
“I… I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t bite you ever again. I promise,” she says in a cute, lusty tone.
“Who said I didn’t want you to bite me?” you ask as you circle behind her again and open the drawer. “You were going to get the discipline you deserve, no matter what.”
A buzzing sound fills the room, and Ningning trembles in recognition, like a dog conditioned to receive its treat. In your hand is a vibrator which you hover closely to Ningning’s exposed cunt. When you press the sex toy against her pink pussy lips, a strong shiver runs all the way up her spine. You can’t believe how sensitive she is, even after all this time mistreating her. Then again, you can believe, since every moment of teasing is just more of a treat for the lewd girl.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy~”
Press the vibrator harder against her velvet walls, and her pink buttplug shakes, asshole tightening around it. Lube and pussy juices mix around the sextoy that you run in slow up-and-down motions over her vulva. Ningning’s wrists scrape against the rope, but to no avail. She has no choice but to endure the stimulation, and you can tell that her orgasm is dangerously approaching.
“My… My nipples,” she begs. “Please, play with my nipples. I… I want to cum, please, Daddy.”
You lift the sweet girl’s hips before you place the vibrator between her vagina and the table. Down, down, slowly, her pussy lips wrap around the electrifying toy and trap it under her weight. Despite Ningning’s cries of wanton stimulation, you don’t waste a second and grab the next thing you’ve prepared for her. Clink. Clink.
Unusual, high frequency sounds echo in the room. Two metallic chains linked to dark plastic pinchers dangle through your fingers, but with Ningning still looking down, she can not yet see them.
“Wh-what is that? What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it, baby.”
She shudders as you take a seat in front of her. This time, when you face Ningning’s aroused tits, you do not aggressively torment them; instead, you grope the underside and gently massage the tenderness, intentionally ignoring her nipples, erect and desperate for attention.
“Urggh.” Ningning purrs, vibrations still intense against her aching core. “Please, Daddy. I beg you… make me—make me cum!” Her voice cracks at the end of the exclamation, weakened by her on-edge state.
Grab the nipple clamps, open them up, then line each one with her touchy nubs. Ningning’s eyes widen when she notices the chains and realizes the treatment she’s about to receive.
“Wait, Daddy, be gentle! You know my nipples are very delica—”
The clamps snap shut in unison with Ningning’s squeal of pleasure. Locked tightly around her most erogenous part, the chains swing in the air with each twitch of her body, each bounce of her tits increasing the pressure on her nipples in a deadly domino effect.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck… I-I’m… cumming!”
Love juices squirt hard out of her vagina, still suffering the harsh vibrations of the first toy. Another jet of primary liquids escapes her wet cavern, which makes her pussy so slick that the vibrator slips out and falls to the ground to finally end the unrelenting stimulation. A few more moans and squirts follow until Ningning is left in a post-orgasmic state, panting heavily.
“There we go, baby,” you say lovingly.
You tidy up the messy hair falling over Ningning’s face and softly kiss her cheek, red from arousal and glistening with sweat. Even in her unfocused eyes, you spot myriad expressions, embarrassment, lust, need, as her tongue pokes out between weak gasps—she’s deadly cute.
“Again,” Ningning whispers. “Please, make me cum again… and again. And again. Until I can’t think straight anymore.”
“Hmm,” you hum in approval, a slight smirk on your lips. “Then how about this?”
Working to build up her anticipation, you pull her torso up so that she stands up straight (albeit weakly, mainly relying on the hold of the rope from the ceiling on her wrists) before you caress her lower belly and run your hands up to her breasts. You circle around them, stroke the skin on her rib cage, sometimes wander up to her collar bones.
Your fingers trail down the chains clamped to her nipples. At the end of each chain is a metallic circle, strong enough to hold a ball weight; within each circle, your fingers hook to stretch out Ningning’s boobs even more.
“Uuhn,” she breathes out faintly.
“How about…” You stand up, frame dominating the small girl. “How about I fuck your ass and make those tits bounce until the weights fall off? What do you think?”
“Whatever… makes me cum… Daddy. I beg you.” Her intoxicating pleading twists the last motes of reason you could have.
You find your way behind Ningning and kick away the juice-stained vibrator on the ground. Your breath is uneven as you trace her pillowy butt with your tip. Then you reach her asshole, still sealed. You pull on the plug’s heart-shaped, shiny end, and Ningning’s sphincter opens up wonderfully. In between each cheek, you slip your cock back and forth and coat yourself in the slippery lube that slowly drips down.
“Put it in my ass. Daddy, please—n-need it.”
For her naughty demand, you give a deserved spank before you slide inside her gaping asshole, girth splitting Ningning apart. The penetration is intense as her walls melt around your shaft. Her body throbs in sync with your cock for every inch that pierces inside her, and soon enough, your length is filling her up entirely.
“Jesus, you… gh, you’re so big, Daddy.”
“No, fuck”—you remove your length from her constricting hole—“your ass”—and pound back inside violently—“is too fucking tight!”
The force of the impact spreads through her body and reaches her breast. The chains and weights swing in the air. An alarming message of pain and pleasure is sent straight to Ningning’s brain, who shrieks, tugs on the ropes holding her arms harder than before, and throws her head back. You gaze deeply into her watery eyes, and more alarms ring in her mind.
You’re not stopping soon.
“Shit! This is too much, this is too… much. Ahh! Too—”
“Shut up,” you say as your hand covers up Ningning’s mouth and your fingers push between her lips. “From now on, you’re only allowed to scream when you cum.”
You bend forward and ram inside her hole once more. The angle is brutal, like you’re rearranging her guts with her cock, but with her cries now muffled, you pummel inside her with no restraint nor care for anything but your own pleasure. You can feel her jaw tightening and trapping your fingers in her mouth every time your cock bottoms out.
“Bite me if you need to. Do it, bite me!”
The loud thumps of your thighs crashing against her ass mixes with the clinks of the chains hitting each other. Her teeth sink in your fingers when the weights jerk around, victimizing her poor nipples. Her body shakes, and you can sense she’s about to climax again. Quickly, your free hand goes to her crotch to smack her clit. One time, two times, three times, all while you keep plowing her asshole. From her toes curling to her face contorting, every muscle in her body reacts to the overwhelming stimulation. Surprisingly, Ningning does not bite harder but opens her mouth wide instead to release a dry squeal. Her pussy explodes with juices once more, landing all over your legs.
You stay deep inside her ass and keep the tight ring on the bottom of your length as her body spasms aimlessly.
“Fuck, you cum so well. Now stay still.”
Needing a breath, you pull out of her asshole which clings onto you greedily. But eventually—pop.
Get down on your knees and unclasp the restraints holding Ningning’s ankles to the floor. While you’re down there, you swipe your tongue and get a few tastes of her clenching pussy.
NIngning giggles, her head woozy. “Wuh, what are you doing, Daddy?”
You grunt as you pull her legs up to the desk so she can sit on it. Her butt sticks out, her hole puckering, begging for you to put your dick back in. Ningning looks back with naughty expression and licks her lips while you slather your shaft with lube from a bottle.
“Oh god, Daddy, you—”
When you fill Ningning again, any speech in her throat crumbles. Seems the short break isn’t enough for her, though that doesn’t concern you, since you’re back to pistoning her little asshole. At once, you know she’s barely registering anything other than sheer bliss. You buck your hips into her butt, it bounces, and by gravity, Ningning falls back down and sits on the base of your cock. Like a glove.
Ningning looks straight upward, so you seize the back of her head to push it down and force her to look below. With a rough thrust, you make her breasts and the chains linked to each one jiggle and dangle loudly.
“Look at your tits bounce, Ningning. Look at how hard you’re getting fucked.”
Meanwhile, your hands are either pulling at those chains to make Ningning yelp, or rubbing on her clit and between her folds to overstimulate her. You know that she’s slowly starting to lose herself when her muscles stop jerking as much, accepting her state of absolute daze and helplessness.
“D-dh, Daaddy… My nipples are so stretched. I’m gonna go crazy, I… I–”
“Good. Just like you wanted.”
Unforgiving, your shaft rams her now sore butt, and her asscheeks ripple with incredible strength. Following a particularly strong impact, the clamp attached to her right tit unhooks, sending a spear of delight straight to her already fuzzy head. “Nuh, I’m cumming!” she exclaims.
Her legs thrash around while her asshole clenches on your cock. Your balls slap against her pussy, splashing up in a pool of sexual juices. Drops of sweat fall from your forehead and your breathing becomes ragged: you’re approaching your limit. So is Ningning’s body, but you need to keep your word until the very end.
“Enough.” Her exhalations are strained. “I can’t… I’m losing my mind.”
“You can. One last time, baby. One last time. You just begged me for it moments ago. Here, let me help.”
With your shaft still anally piercing Ningning, you gingerly carry her legs off the table so she can stand—but again, the only thing keeping the limp girl upright is the rope stretching her arms up to the ceiling.
Therefore, naturally, you remove that rope from its support on the ceiling, but you keep the tight knot on her wrists so you can control them behind her back. Only by keeping a firm arm around her waist and pressing her back to your chest does Ningning stand up straight.
Your cock in her ass also keeps her tense. You slide your cock out, feeling the tautness, and Ningning whines for every inch, “I don’t know, I just, fffuck, I, I can’t, but, I want… I need it, Daddy, whatever… makes me cum.”
You growl right next to her ear. “Perfect.”
Her asshole gapes, missing your cock, but another tight hole finds the pleasure of its thickness instead when you barge inside her pussy instead. The hole is so slippery that your tip reaches her depths in an instant. The sudden intrusion sends new waves of euphoria to both you and Ningning. She begins moaning again while you let your shaft’s lunges do the talking, each of you more animalistic than ever. Maybe a book or two will fall from the shelves. Your cock repeatedly bumps against her most sensitive flesh, and you know it’s far too much—that is, exactly as much as she needs.
Despite your already brutal cadence, the remaining nipple clamp holds strong, tormenting the poor girl to the very end.
“Daddy, please remove it. Please!”
Snatching the metal circle, you pull down and in an instant, rip it away from her nipple. Ningning trembles as her toned back arches up and her throat lets out the most guttural sound. She pulses all around you, your cock deep in her belly, driving her to the last frontiers of consciousness. Her pussy sprays out whatever remaining juice it can, but it seems every part of her is nearly depleted.
“Fuck, baby… You’re doing so good,” you say gently.
With your hands wandering her body, you end up caressing her face as it warps in pleasure. Her erratic breath is so hot that it can melt ice. You kiss her shoulder, then her neck, loving every soft part of her body. It takes at least a full minute for her to come down. You let her arms relax and fall down on her sides. You give her the needed time, focusing on massaging her back, following the lines of her muscles from her ass up to her nape. If this moment were everlasting, you would never tire of it. But every good book comes to an end.
“That felt so good, but I still want something else,” Ningning finally says as she looks behind at you and wiggles her ass. So focused on her, you realize your cock is still swathed in her plush pussy. “I want you to cum for me, Daddy. Are you gonna cum for me?”
“Y-yeah,” you answer in a weak tone. The exhaustion seems to hail down at once from the sky, and you also realize the terrible need for the knot in your stomach to unwind.
In a sultry manner, her hands came in contact with your abs to push your body away and unsheathe your slippery cock with a lift of her ass.
Clearly from her blurry eyes and half-open lids, Ningning is not fully on earth, but she has enough of a mind to say, “In my mouth, daddy. Let me taste it.”
“Shit. Get on your knees.”
Ningning follows your orders immediately and stares deep in your eyes with burning lust while she kneels in front of your leaking erection. She would give a hand, but they’re still tied behind her back. You don’t need it. Her sweat-drenched face is as gorgeous as ever, and her lips are plump enough so that you can rest your tip on them and only need a few strokes on your cock to finish yourself.
In a long groan, you erupt long spurts of jizz straight into Ningning’s mouth and coat her waiting, pink tongue. About halfway through your orgasm, she seals her lips around the head of your cock and sucks hard. Her tongue flattens to prolong your pleasure and ensure she’s gathered every drop. Your hips buck, and your hands land on her hair, tensing around the silkiness. Her eyes squint with appreciation as she sees how good she makes you feel.
Sucking you off to the last moment, your cock escapes her tender lips. Ningning opens wide and shows off how much pearly, thick cum fills her mouth and how much she wants to swallow for you. She smiles shyly, not breaking eye contact, and then guzzles everything down. No need for you to say it anymore—tongue out. Perfectly clean. It’s all in her tummy now.
You stroke her hair and tug gently. “Stand up, baby.”
Ever so high on endorphins, you enjoy each other’s delightful confusion. The proximity of your two bodies makes it surprisingly sensual. Ningning is right below you and, inches apart, her small height forces her to look up to meet your gaze. All the words printed in ink around you cannot write this simple moment of warmth. She stands on her tiptoes, and you lower yourself just slightly for your lips to meet hers and share a steamy kiss. “Love you, soo, mmm…”
Name an idol who would likely called you for a booty call.
She Said Now
It was one word that rasped in your ears through the phone and widened your groggy eyes and splashed ice-cold water on your face and pulled you out of your bed.
The most efficient three letters.
Now means right fucking now means 12 minutes from now, the time from your apartment to Jisun if you rush. Now means use the spare key if you have to. Now means don’t bother taking off your shoes or jacket until you’re in her bedroom—where the nude Jisun is stuffing her pussy with two, or maybe three, of her right hand’s fingers, extracting more of her essence while her left hand squeezes her own supple tits with desperate force.
Jisun barely notices when you walk inside, her eyes only a notch open in fatigue and haziness. “Ffu… b-bring that, that dick,” she rasps out, and after a hand motion to come closer, her left hand heightens the pleasure by deftly kneading against her clit.
Though Jisun’s voice is weak, you’re weaker, easily pulled in by the pretty picture. Her nipples are perky little nubs, and your first instinct is to slide along her body with kisses—her feet; her thighs; one smooch where she’s dripping; up to her belly button; she shivers when you kiss her ribs—until you reach her perfect hand-filling boobs and those firm tips. “Lemme get a taste first.”
These kisses disarm the tension in Jisun’s arms, which now lay on her sides in submission to the bliss. “Wh-whatever you want.”
The warmth of Jisun’s body on your cock while she grinds against you, underneath you, up into you—she wants it just as much. Your lips take in a nipple; fingers roll the other one. When the thin sheen of saliva is enough, switch. With her meek moans, you harden harder than you can imagine.
You lower yourself and dig your elbows by Jisun’s sides into the bed as support. This is the simplest position of two bodies, yours upon hers, but that’s all either of you need. Now doesn’t mean get fancy and flexible; it means get on top and stop wasting time not buried deep within her cunt. However, you can’t ignore the unevenness of every inhalation and exhalation, the softness of her breasts against your pecs pressing down, the slickness of her pussy lips that rub against your shaft while she wiggles her waist in place.
You nod. She nods too. Obviously, you’re going to have sex—otherwise, the three letters were wasted. But the nod from each of you means now is really now.
Jisun grabs each of your cheeks, her hands warm. One of them is covered in her juices, so you take her index and middle fingers in your mouth to taste the subtly addicting tang. Once you’ve had enough of suckling her digits, she pulls your face in for an embrace of lips, and in unison, you push with your hips. Your cock finds contrary serenity in the pressure of her pussy clamping down with each centimeter that slides inside.
If now were sounds, the present wouldn’t reach either of your ears. You both moan into each other’s mouths, both shaky and needy. But Jisun cuts through with a yelp when you shove faster than expected, bottoming out within her cunt. Her hands slide from your cheeks to your neck to the back of your head—to wherever; they just need something, anything to grab on. Your hair becomes a tangled-summarily-untangled handle.
You can feel the pace she wants from your pounding by the way she pulls on you, by the way her nails tenderly scratch your scalp, by the way her moaning into your lips wavers. A tug means faster, but it also means slower, but it’s also obvious which it is since either her eyes are too relaxed—more, harder—or her breathing is too heavy—hold back, slow.
But words do come out on occasion, even in this late dusk/dawn dalliance. You grunt, groan, though some pumps make you say “god” and “fuck” in the same growled-out tone, while others thrusts remind you to tell her “you’re so wet” because saying it makes her even wetter.
Jisun has a stronger effect on you with her words. Of course, there’s that first word that brought you here. However, now also means your name sounds different from Jisun’s lips. In a breathy whisper to match her bedroom eyes, Jisun says your name with love, nearly warm reverence, yet it sounds like a dirty word when it spills from her mouth with all that honeyed lust.
So you repay the kindness in her calls for your name with harsher, deeper pounding. It turns you and Jisun and the bed and the darkness of the room and the heights of the pleasure you both feel into a singular object. And though everything in the world becomes packed tight into this space of now, that still doesn’t not compare to the tightness that wraps your cock—and pushing on through just means pulling you into your end.
Every haphazard, reckless shot in the dark is a shot inside of her pussy because there’s not a chance either of you are letting go. And that chance that stays nonexistent, even as your spurts of semen become less plentiful.
Because with Jisun, now never just means now; it means fuck me until both of us are drained in every way possible—and that only ends in a distant future. In this way, and until the day breaks, now becomes so far from now.
Yuqi starts kissing from the underside of your tip, and kisses till her lips touches the spot between your shaft and balls, starts beatboxing with lips still against that spot , keeps kissing and licking that spot frequently. ~OR~ Yena with her mouth just only around your tip tightly, humming to the start of secret story of the swan (so not really a blowjob but a hum-job?!) and occasionally licks it. Both scenarios will only stop when you cum.
I love this ask because you’re basically inside of my mind and extracting the desires from within so what the fuck are you doing in there and can you just write this story for me instead dammit. Lmao seriously though, I’m gonna go with Yena hum-job(?!) because I think I’ll last longer compared to the kissing, plus I like Yena just a bit more.
That yeji and karina piece was truely a masterpiece, love it, hope can make something like that someday at someplace
I really appreciate it, thank you. Depends what you mean by making something like that someday at someplace. If you mean a story, I bet you could do it right now, just pull up Google Docs and get to typing. If you mean an actual threesome with Yeji and Karina, you’re gonna need to pull up some heavier dream machinery for that one.
First of all, I love you, anon, thank you. As for an answer, uhh, I don’t know. Of course, good is subjective; different readers are always looking for different things in writing. I will say the thing I always say, which is read, but maybe a slightly more productive statement is read actively. I’ll take notes of passages and ideas that I like, try to add my own criticisms, interpretations, even try my hand at revising or rewording things. Basically English class, and I fucking hated English class so why the fuck am I doing this in my spare time I could not possibly tell you.
genres ✧ double blowjob; throatfuck; snowballing; gf!Karina & her friend!Yeji
This is not the kind of Sunday school Karina grew up with.
The brilliance of a near-solstice star defies the shortness of each passing day. After trickling through flurried snow, white light hits you, should be cold, is anything but: the warmth of her patience and kindness surpasses all else.
Plus, she knows chastity is a wasteful vestige.
Between Karina and the sun, watch the third brightness. Yeji finds a groove, a way to fit in the snug space between you and your affectionate girlfriend.
You’re on your bed, lying—lying to yourself about your death because this is heaven already too soon, and in pure lust, you can accommodate any guest. Fortunately, Karina has just as much room in her heart. Stripped down to bare essentials, the two sublime beauties pounce on you and sit on your legs. Karina grinds against your right calf while the more nervous Yeji locks her own legs around your left. They’re both bent over, backs arched so that both of their asses are on complete display. Two soft and enticing heart shapes at this angle.
“That’s it, sweetie.” Karina strokes Yeji’s hair as it falls past her shoulders. Even in such lust-filled circumstances, Karina is always the loveliest. You’ve experienced it plenty in the bedroom, but it always amazes you. “Appreciate that dick. See how just your hot breath can make it twitch? Now imagine it’s your tongue, or your lips, or your throat. Especially with how pretty you are.”
Yeji gulps. “Th… thank you. His dick is really nice,” she says, hushed and breathy.
Though both are confident leaders in their groups, Karina is undeniably in charge. Her fingers brush Yeji’s locks to the end, then those fingers tap and tickle against your shaft. “I bet it’s even better than your dumb ex’s,” Karina says.
“Not even a question.” Yeji is so close, her tongue dribbling droplets of saliva onto your tip.
“Can’t believe the nerve of that guy. ‘Didn’t give good head.’ What an asshole. And there’s no way he sizes up to this.” Karina moans at the sight of your cock like she hasn’t eaten all day, then she shoots you a smirk. “Mhm, good thing I bumped into you first. I know Yeji would have snatched you. Right, honey?”
Bewildered, you dart your eyes left and right. “Uhh. I, um—ah, well. I…” You stammer on and on.
“Of course not.” Karina slides up to your crotch, sitting along the length of your cock and nestling it between slick labia. She whispers, “You’ll still like my tits more.”
“Guys!” Yeji whines playfully. “Don’t leave me out of this. You promised you’d teach me how to give a better blowjob!”
“Sorry. You’re just too cute. You know what, we should do this properly.” Karina hops off your waist and kneels by the foot of your bed, gesturing for you to come closer.
A task only made difficult by Yeji rocking her hips down into your leg, not paying attention, eyelids tight with pleasure.
Upon hearing their name, most people immediately snap their heads in the direction of the familiar sound. So, when you call out “Yeji?” and she grinds on your thighs without missing a beat, you know she’s already at sea, resigned to capsizing in the growing waves of lust.
Though Karina is ever-patient, you call Yeji’s name again, and she promptly opens her eyes and shakes her head. “S-sorry.” Yeji follows Karina’s lead, wriggles off you, and leaves an impalpable gleam on your skin by the time she joins your girlfriend in supplicant kneeling.
“It’s okay,” Karina whispers. Imagine the chills down Yeji’s spine when Karina caresses her neck with lithe, light fingers; you know them just as well from whenever you make out or cuddle with your girlfriend.
With hints of the same shiver in expectation, you budge forward. Everything from their jackets down to their bras litter the floor. Your legs dangle off your mattress. Cock fully cocked.
Yeji looks at you (your dick) with innocent/indecent awe, and though Karina has had plenty of her fill, literally, she still grins when she glances up at you (your dick).
You twitch. (Well, not you, but your…)
Sparse particles of exhaled air bounce around, warm your shaft, and make your whole core ache with need. “Would you like to start the lesson, Miss Yoo?” you ask.
You can’t help but share Karina’s tender smile when she makes eye contact with you. “I’d love to. But I think the assistant here is even more excited to teach. I wonder why,” Karina says, elongating her words to tease you. Her focus quickly returns to her student, though. “You have the prettiest eyes, Yeji. Look up at him and use them.”
“No, yours are even prettier. But, yeah. Thank you.” Yeji readies herself, pouts as she flutters her lashes, sharp eyes wide yet softened glaring up at you—how do they manage all that expression? Her coy smirk grows to absolute joy, a glimmer of bright teeth between her lips. (You almost feel guilty for your heart skipping, but Karina’s kind gaze assuages any such feelings.) Yeji nudges her face closer, and the faux innocence is so ruined by your shaft laying on her nose and mouth.
That damned unsteady breath from her pursed lips affects you, your body, its reflexes all so deeply. It’s the most subtle gratification, yet you might as well meld into the bed; might as well succumb to the bliss already; might as well become a rock, or at least you’re as hard as one, or at least your voice hitches tight until you can’t speak—you’re merely an inanimate object. A simple conduit for the double-magnified lust of Karina and Yeji.
“Start by licking it up, not sucking. Little swipes of your tongue.” Karina sticks hers out as an example, bending her head down and looking up at Yeji. “Think of it as getting his pre-cum into your mouth.”
You didn’t even notice it was already there, collecting from your slit, but it follows from all the faint pulsations. Carefully, Yeji takes her first taste as the faintest ghost of her tongue’s touch collects a bead of semen.
Karina kisses Yeji on the cheek. “Very good! Then after you get all the precum, imagine you have to clean up all the saliva you just left on it.”
Blush joins the soft red lip marks. Yeji laps at your tip and pauses every few strokes of her tongue to examine her work. Not enough, so she licks more and more.
"It just keeps getting messier, doesn’t it? So take the head of his cock into your mouth and gently swirl your tongue around it” Karina’s tone never leaves affectionate, even as her lesson plan becomes lewder. She grabs the base of your cock while her fingers rake lightly on your sensitive sack.
Gentle is the directive, but overeager Yeji wraps her lips right on your frenulum and swirls hastily. You’re ensnared in a chamber of soft, slick pleasure. Small, staggered moans slip from your lips until, pop, your cockhead is free. “Am I doing it right?” Yeji asks, looking back and forth between you and your girlfriend.
You’re silent, taken by the surge of heat, while Karina does not stop her at all—in fact, she finds herself grabbing at her own bulky tits and enjoying the zeal. “Mmm, yeah, that’s… where was I? Oh right, of course, you’re doing a great job, sweetheart. Look at him. Now. Hm. Use one of your hands and take the base of his cock.”
Just as Karina is a good teacher, Yeji is a good learner: Her grip is perfect, not too tight to be uncomfortable, but firm and confident. Meanwhile, undirected, Yeji elongates her tongue against your shaft, letting the soft, wet texture slip in and out between her twisting lips. What a deep cock massage through and through—what the entire fuck was Yeji’s ex talking about with lousy blowjobs.
“Oh my, you are such a good girl,” Karina says, purring.
You feel the skipped heartbeat, the warmth of Yeji’s stuttered breath on your cock.
There are no limits to Karina’s abundance of perception and empathy, noticing too despite distracting herself with her breasts. “You like when I call you that?”
A meek nod from Yeji. You have as many words, stuck in groaning, drained of all thoughts by her lips. Soon to be drained further.
“I’ll keep it in mind. For now, keep using that tongue, but bob up and down. No need to get the whole length. We can work up to that.”
Yeji releases her grip on your shaft and drops her hands to her sides. When she begins rocking her head, taking your length more and more, she doesn’t need to say “like this"—her need for approval is clear in her wide-open eyelids when she glances at Karina.
"Just like that.” Karina gets every unspoken message as well as you do; she probably knows even more since she peers at you. (You’re barely reciprocating the eye contact, needing to look up and restrain yourself.) Her voice perks up. “You’re kind of a natural! I bet you aren’t even thinking about how much your lips are kissing and puckering on his shaft.”
“Hmm?” Yeji mumbles with your dick halfway down her throat while she shakes her head.
Karina smiles sweetly. “See if you can take a little more. Try to get as much of his cock inside now, even if it goes down your throat a little.”
"Okay. I’ll try.” An understatement. Yeji closes her eyes like she’s about to dive, then forces her head down, working against her reflexes. From experience, you know the core of many idols. Dedication. Competition. Even when the body itself tells her no, Yeji works through it. You’re the same way; so is Karina. From your girlfriend’s first oral experiences, you’ve seen the same tears down her cheeks, the same mess of sticky spit on her chin.
The same bewilderment when Yeji opens her eyes and realizes her nose isn’t on your abs nor are her lips on the bottom. Your sighs carry a low groaning rumble the longer that your cock’s tip is so ardently caressed by the back of her mouth.
Regardless of how urgently Yeji tries, the natural barrier of tautening will not allow her to go further. Ghglk—a rough slide up, and she coughs and coughs. She’s in ruins, but it’s not the makeup streaked down her cheeks or the fallen lashes sticking to her face.
It’s atypical when your concern is not mirrored by Karina, who looks on with more amused understanding, a little knowing smile. “That’s okay, sweetheart. It took me a while to throat his cock as well as I do. All that messy spit is a good thing anyway. But you know what, you’re a quick learner. Maybe I can just show you.”
But once more, Yeji ignores Karina for a moment too long, swallowing you and finding a rhythm in her blowjob that synchronizes to some maddening syncopation of your breathing. And once more, Karina waits without complaint and allows Yeji to indulge in your cock a little more. But a gentle tap on Yeji’s shoulders pulls her back out from her lust into the real world. “Sorry. Again.” Yeji lowers her head.
“Again, it’s okay! Trust me, you look so sexy. And look at him. It’s like he’s barely even here.”
You don’t need a mirror to confirm that.
Yeji nods more assuredly. “Alright. Enjoy his cock as much as I want.”
“That’s the spirit! As long as you save his cum for both of us. Now, if you really want to show your appreciation…” Karina grabs a bundle of hair and makes a quick ponytail behind her head. So she means goddamn business, certainly spurred on by her student’s enthusiasm. Yeji makes way for Karina to switch positions—Karina kneeling in front of Yeji—then Yeji takes the dark locks between her fingers, which gives Karina a free hand to palm and fondle your balls. “Thank you, Yeji. Just grab it loosely.”
You draw in short inhalations between pursed lips as the tip of Karina’s long tongue pushes against your dick’s slit and sidles around like a snake.
“Ahhh.“ Karina pulls back. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve properly throated you.”
“It has.” A couple months or so? “Fuck, even thinking about that last time… we were both a little drunk after my group got that win.”
“No, no, that was just you. You know I don’t really drink. Except when I get drunk on your dick or your cum.” Karina licks her lips.
Yeji shifts; in another context, it would be discomfort, but the flush that spreads throughout all her bare skin betrays her utter arousal.
Karina is a moment away from ending you on the spot, but somehow observant of the woman behind her (possibly by the way her hair is being tugged), she says, “Yeji, touch yourself. Seriously, the best way to cum is with a cock in your mouth. But make sure you’re paying attention.”
“It’ll go down your throat, and your immediate reaction will probably be to spit it out when you choke on it. That’s okay, but when it slides back out, use the momentum of your head bobbing and work past it. When the head of his cock hits the back of your mouth, push on through. It’s like a little barrier that you get more and more used to breaking. You got it?”
Yeji is only half-paying attention to the lecture while Karina slows her breathing, but eventually, Yeji moans out an “mhm.”
“Good. Now, honey, hold your load in for the both of us, will you?”
“Ah. I’ll try.”
Famous last words.
Karina begins her demonstration like everything she does—in earnest. She gives your dick one kiss, square on the tip, then pulls no punches, curling her lips in and devouring you with a rabid yet smooth motion that instantly imprints your length on the inside of her long neck.
Yeji looks on in awe.
You don’t look at all, your eyes strung shut. Though familiar, the absorbing sensation of lips and tongue and throat, each coated in a film of slippery spit, is no less heat-inducing than when Karina first worked up to the feat herself. Your fingers curl against the covers of your bed, but you feel someone take your hand and suck on your middle finger.
Of course, it’s Yeji; you open your eyes, and Karina’s mouth is preoccupied.
This deepthroat seems less about teaching and more about trying to break her own record for time, at least from your extremely flawed perspective. To see the elegant features of Karina’s face sullied by pressing against your crotch makes your cock spasm in its deleterious grasp, only intensified by her insistent, unblinking eye contact.
At that portending pulse, Karina lifts her head, an inch or half an inch, then plants herself back down. She fights the instinctual, choked breaths through her nose, but after a long minute, she has to pull herself. It’s a much rougher ordeal, her tongue squishing against you as she gags you out, but before she lets herself get even a lungful, Karina’s head drives back down. Karina repeats a smooth up and down, though her big tits swing much less smoothly; they’re just as hypnotizing as the main event.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Yeji says. The slick sounds of her fingers stroking into herself manage to sneak past the gagging, choking, spitting of Karina’s fearless throatfuck. Like a good student, Yeji follows Karina’s pace, using your finger as a substitute for your cock. Yet, you’re unsure who’s making more spit. Sure, Karina gags softly every time your tip knocks against the dangly back-throat flesh, yet Yeji slobbers while twisting her lips on your middle digit, even if it’s not nearly as long or uvula-threatening.
Your girlfriend and her friend become a well-oiled oral machine. At first, they’re synchronized, but the lack of air for Karina and the abundance of self-pleasure for Yeji make the two women veer from each other’s rhythm. In this divergence, Karina and Yeji end up in the same place: lightheaded in lust. Unkempt, swaying strands of hair stick on each other as they both lose focus and add saliva. Karina’s makeup echoes Yeji’s, the black smeared on fair skin. While Karina knows how to suck your dick more adeptly than Yeji, she allows the same loud slurping to permeate the bedroom.
A plenitude of grunts and overly honest moans escape your lips. “Fuck, are you sure you’re really teaching?”
At the peak of her head’s motions, Karina draws in a long sip of air. “Yep.” A big smile and a giggle. She pushes herself down a quarter of your length, then pulls back up. ”This is just—” one third ”—klk, to help—” halfway ”—gwh, Yeji learn.”
The full shaft, without breaking a sweat.
Yeji’s jaw is on the floor in astonishment. Yours, of course, is floor-bound because your whole dick is in the mouth of the most ethereal woman you know. In widening her mouth, Yeji lets your finger free from her lips, though she’s still an active learner: while kneeling, she leans her toned body back and fucks herself like this is her last chance at orgasm, perky tits jiggling, eyes blurry. Her fingers pump as though they’re competing with Karina’s throat for speed.
Since tears finally form with enough gags, Karina gives herself a short break. “Now, what did I say about paying attention?”
The two of you are used to this by now—whatever Karina did say, Yeji ignores. (You’re not much better since you can’t remember much past the complexly textured grip of Karina’s throat, already missing its unearthly bliss.)
“That’s it. Good girl. Rub that needy little pussy.” Karina turns to you. “I guess this cum’s all mine then.”
Yeji takes a second to process, then freeze. “W-wait! Lemme, lemme have some.”
“Aww. You really are the cutest.”
Yeji pouts and whimpers, still not fully alert. “Thank you—I mean, yeah. I know. Look how wet I am.” Her fingers carefully withdraw from between her spread-open thighs; a beguiling number of sticky and glassy threads emerge from within.
“So hot.” Karina twirls one of Yeji’s strings of juice on her fingers and tastes it. “And delicious too.”
There are many reasons to love your girlfriend, but carnal pleasures aside, you love her obstinate supportiveness. Karina gives Yeji a quick peck before the flushed woman recomposes herself and stands up straight again. She knows what comes next; Karina makes it so clear in her gaze.
“Why don’t you give it a try now? If you liked watching it so much…”
Yeji and Karina switch positions again: Karina kneels behind Yeji who approaches your crotch. “I know, I know, I’ll—” Gulp “—yeah.”
“Do you remember my advice?” Karina asks, brushing Yeji’s hair.
Yeji uses her hands on your shaft to twist and spread the patina of saliva around. “Relax. Slow my breathing. Ignore my body. Use the momentum of my head.”
Karina caresses the back of Yeji’s head. “Do you want me to help?”
“No.” Yeji’s breathing is measured now, but you can still see her chest rise and fall at her heart’s quickened rhythm. “I can do this.”
Yeji mouths that creed one more time while still sliding her wettened grip lengthwise, then she lowers her head. Her heavy breath is cool on your sensitive cockhead.
Lips part, even stretch open for you. When Yeji engulfs you whole, the coolness gives way as her hot mouth sends its enveloping heat from your flesh to the rest of your body in volatile tingles. Every centimeter is a battle: she wants to win against herself—or maybe even Karina. Yeji jolts her head back and forth to build up the impetus to break past the reflexive tautness of her throat. You feel it as a begrudgingly tight opening, one you would even have trouble getting a finger inside without a clamor of gags. But Yeji focuses on you with need, her right eyelid twitching, as Karina looks on with pride.
Then all at once, simultaneously or suddenly or both, everything opens. Yeji’s hands let go of the bottom of your shaft to make way for her lips as her throat finally relaxes its ironclad blockage, and though her body protests with an absolute gushing of saliva that makes an unfathomable mess on your cock and your crotch and the bed and spills onto the floor, you squirm and moan.
Karina claps, and at once, Yeji unsheathes your dick from her throat and heaves as though she were drowning. Contrary to the smile on her face.
“I knew you could do it.” Karina takes Yeji’s hand.
You can only chuckle under your breath in disbelief. Yeji’s chin drips with thick threads of spit which cascade between her tits and on her toned abs; Karina doesn’t look much more put together, still half-ruined from her own throatfuck.
“But that’s only the start.”
Yeji moans, “Mmm, of course.” She looks back at you, this time, more like a predator than a hesitant student.
Karina gives Yeji more space. Yeji faces you (your cock) again and puts her hands behind her back.
Your mouth rounds. “You don’t need to—”
“I want to,” Yeji says, resolute.
You give her a nod.
As if the inevitability of fate itself needs your approval.
Hands-free, Yeji leans forward and throatfucks herself onto your dick, starting slowly but ramping up without delay. You still catch the amateur snags, the choked noises when she brings her head down at the wrong angle, but she fixes her own technique without any guidance from Karina. Yeji even keeps up her eye contact; this is a performance, like any other.
While the cat-eyed stare of Yeji is one of the most captivating wonders of the world, there’s another pair of wonders in the same room. For a moment, Karina forgets her teaching role, deeming Yeji’s independent study already exceptional. Your girlfriend’s head leans on the side of the bed, next to your legs, and she plays with her nipples while watching Yeji ram her face into your cock. Karina’s self-massage becomes more rugged, focusing less on her firm nubs and more on the overall supple flesh of her tits, and her fingers fill with the light, doughy skin.
You join in on her fun and reach for the mounds. Your hands clash, both needy for the kneading, but you end up with your fingers weaving with hers.
No fair, you’d say. You live with those tits. They’re like personal stress balls.
She’d hit you in response and laugh heartily. So what? You get to touch your own cock every day.
But right now, neither of you can talk, both wholly immersed in different stages of bliss. Her boobs are a fun distraction to hold back your approaching climax (not that it does a great job of that) while Karina is heady in a plateau of euphoria.
Yeji’s enjoyment comes in sharp waves: her eyes roll back whenever your cock’s tip hits the back of her mouth, and the irregularity only multiplies when her hands reach down between her legs. As she gets into her rhythm, every few bars, cock-drunk giggles escape between the slick sounds.
Rubbing her nipples, Karina says breathily, “That’s it. Keep touching yourself while you suck too. You’ll get closer to cumming with a cock in your mouth the more you do it. Trust me, I almost came just from that quick throatfuck with my legs rubbing together.”
You can see just how hard Yeji tries in it all, especially at Karina’s repetition of “good girl, good girl”. The world accelerates, and at this moment, Yeji is your whole world. Karina knows it and smiles at the passion both of you give.
But just as Yeji’s fingers become more desperate in false starts to her orgasm, and your own peak dances at the forefront of your mind, she slows down the pace of her head bobbing up and down on your length.
“Are you okay?” you ask. A groan escapes when you feel the softness of Yeji’s lips sliding up to release your shaft. You try to hide the smallest frown on your mouth.
Sweat drips down Yeji’s brow. Each gasp is heavy. Her body can only take so much. “I almost had it.”
Karina is back to being focused; it’s apparent in her eyes, though the rest of her expression is gentle. “Aww, baby girl, it’s alright. In fact, I have something even better.” Karina crawls back between your legs, taking her spot next to Yeji. “As a bonus lesson and as a thank you to my wonderful, patient boyfriend, let’s suck it together.”
Yeji swallows a lump in her throat, some spit, probably some pre-cum too. “But how?”
“I’ll take the left side and you take the right.” Karina holds your cock between her fingers and strokes it with extreme care, sensitive to your own sensitivity. “Run your tongue up and down in long strokes. Then when we get to the head, we make out with it.”’
But Yeji, impatient, grabs Karina on both sides of the head and locks her lips in a fiery embrace—by how the two are moaning, their tongues must be just as mingled.
Your dick twitches in Karina’s hands, Yeji’s too when her fingers graze your balls. Not in the slightest bit do you mind letting the two women get lost in making out since it makes their hands twist and caress your erection more fervently. Eventually, with much dismay on Yeji’s face, Karina disconnects for a breath of air, and she lets the spit strand fall onto your cockhead.
Karina gets to work. Her licking is exhaustive, coating the entire surface area of her side, and Yeji follows suit. Soon, Yeji and Karina are sliding around and adding new layers of saliva to your shaft, occasionally meeting and having their own tête-à-tête of tongues. You can’t feel an ounce of jealousy when your girlfriend looks at her friend so lovingly because, just as promised, their mouths arrive at your tip, and they have the same make-out session as a moment ago—but with your tip as a third participant.
You’re writhing and moaning and calling out to higher powers to thank them for putting you here. By your body’s own volition (your brain doesn’t have much to work with now), your hips start to thrust upwards while the two lips wrap around your shaft, turning them into a new improvised hole. Your hands hold the top of each girl’s head, though it’s more about your own control instead of controlling them. No need to ruin the rhythm they have going on as they slide in unison.
Yeji’s hands are back to exploring Karina’s perfectly fit body, though Karina still maintains a firm grasp on the root of your cock. She pulls back, sucks in some air, and allows Yeji to kiss your dick over and over.
“Remember to look at him,” Karina says, and Yeji moans in understanding. “Again, Yeji, eyes are your most powerful tool. Especially yours. Fuck, you could probably make him cum just warming his cock in your mouth and staring at him.”
“You can say that again.” You would chuckle, but there’s scant breath for you to waste.
Karina returns to your length, mirroring Yeji’s every up and down. Yeji purses her lips; Karina does too. Yeji wraps her tongue around your girth; Karina does too. Even when half of Yeji’s hair falls in front of her face, Karina, with perfect control of her locks, manages to get the same kind of messiness. That’s the sort of rapport your thoughtful girlfriend has with everyone she loves.
Meanwhile, Yeji only listens to Karina’s instructions to look at you for one second, but that one second, that single glance that Yeji gives you is filled with a steep fire. Nearly enough for Karina’s prediction to transpire. You have to clench every muscle, hold back every fiber of your being from snapping, especially when Yeji becomes less synchronized with Karina, more sloppy, as though she missed a beat, too distracted.
“Wow, Yeji, you’re really into this. Really enjoying that dick. Mm, that’s it. Worship this cock.” Karina sounds incredibly sultry, every word half-moaned and received by your shaft. “Are you gonna cum?”
Yeji’s thighs tremble. “Yes!”
“Such a good girl already. You should really have his cock in your throat for this.” Karina collects a bundle of Yeji’s hair and guides her mouth down—doesn’t look like Yeji needs the help though, making her way down your saliva-drenched flesh with a surprising new level of eagerness. She doesn’t even fingerfuck her pussy or stimulate her clit. Instead, once more, her hands are behind her back by her own prerogative. With one last “good girl” from Karina, Yeji enthusiastically chokes on your whole shaft and rubs her legs together enough to rise to a crescendo. For a second too long, she freezes, while her eyes staring into your soul roll back to search for her own.
Before you can pull out, worried about her respiration, “ggh!” and other gurgles on your cock match the random undulations of Yeji’s body. She unwittingly forces her head further down your shaft each time her body locks up, but when the spike of tension wanes, she keeps her lips sealed around the base anyway. Every pulse wettens the floor between her legs with pussy juices, wettens your dick with saliva, wettens her tightly squeezed eyes with tears of joy. Whenever you think Yeji is done, she lets herself drown just one iota longer. Given the incessant moans and purrs around your dick, you’re not sure how you aren’t yet drowning in your own pool of orgasmic pleasure.
Maybe it’s Karina’s stare; it’s sexy, even playful, but there’s an uncharacteristic stringency to it—not yet. Like the words are growled out between pursed, drooling lips.
Speaking of which, Yeji comes back to earth, though the process is as slow as her breaths. “I-I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”
Any harshness in Karina melts away again. A smile, genuine sweetness in her voice. “We’re not done yet. He still needs to cum. I’m gonna take him down my throat and you lick and gently suck his balls so we get the biggest load possible.” Karina stares into your very core. “We’re going to fucking drain you, honey.”
Yeji moves aside for Karina, who supports herself with a hand on each of your thighs and aligns her luscious, saliva-slick entry point toward your crotch.
Deep breaths. Taking a page out of her book, you mirror her pace. Breathe in. Breathe out. However, there’s no way to mirror the absolutely needy swallowing of your cock that finds her soft lips swaddling you and her smooth tongue flitting about in the enclosed space of her mouth, no way to mirror the sheer passion that she fucks her face into your hips through any obstruction of her reflexes at your prodigious length. You can appreciate Yeji’s attempts—she’s still an amateur compared to the premier blowjob expert Karina.
Nothing. That’s all you and Yeji can do as you both watch Karina choke and unchoke and treat your fucking dick with praise and reverence and distend her own lanky neck with firm flesh. “I can’t believe how pretty you look with a cock in your throat.”
Sounds of gagging escape from Karina every once in a while, singularly focused on her task.
“Oh, right.” Yeji kneels underneath you. She takes in your balls between her lips, one at a time, letting out a cute, little “angh” as they pop out.
Up and down becomes left and right and a spiral motion in higher dimensions of pleasure your brain can spend an eternity searching for reprieve and will never find so you groan and grunt back into primality—and primality hits hard like a boulder falling from a mountain, a single point in time threatening to cause a devastating avalanche of—
“Cum, mm, nngh,” Karina moans out, freeing you from your fantastical hold for just a short moment. “You’re gonna cum for us? Give your little cumsluts everything.” And she’s right back on it, throating you. She’s slurping spit and pre-cum and right there, right on that simultaneous look between you and Yeji and Karina, you’re ready to burst, and—the moment is interrupted—so many, too many interruptions. You’re dancing on the edge of the mountain face—you’re about to—“Cum? Hah, hnh, wait, j-just…” Karina is gasping now. “Just wait.”
Sucking away at your sack that jostles restlessly, a quizzical Yeji gives Karina a glance.
You’re suspended in mid-air, uncertain which way you’re falling.
White light. Cold-hot freezing-burning.
Your blurry eyes are a prism that creates a rainbow, all imagined, but the multilayered pleasure is real.
“When he’s about to cum, you take it, Yeji. But don’t swallow. Come here.”
Yeji rises, kissing and sucking on the side of your shaft while Karina works in shallower dips.
Ah. Now. This is it.
At the first pulse, Karina unsheathes your cock and pulls Yeji in. The timing is perfect, not a spurt wasted. With Yeji’s lips wrapping and sliding, your light goes out at once. Down. Of course, you’re falling down. The waning heat is usurped by thumping, all other noise and sensory experiences scant, barely remnant now compared to the explosion of pleasure. Cum shoots out as the explosions implode and explode again, painting and filling the inside of Yeji’s hungry mouth, bulging her adorable cheeks.
Karina takes Yeji’s erstwhile ball-nurturing stance under you, getting to feel each throb through the sensitive genitals. “Make sure you get all of it, okay? Don’t spill anything.” Karina’s hands lay on Yeji’s hair, the ends of the dark locks dripping with sweat, but Yeji keeps her lips tight while her head bounces with no guidance needed.
You’ll be here in Yeji’s mouth forever, throbbing and shooting more of your load, the stickiness of your seed and the warmth of her careful mouth only holding you deeper. But forever ends when Karina—ah, fuck—Forever, forever, but forever ends at Karina’s voice and Yeji loosening her lips and you loosening every last tense muscle.
“All good girls deserve cum,” Karina says, taking Yeji in for a sloppy French kiss. You can only watch as indecent globs of cream swap between the two girls. Karina takes control, collecting out all the cum from Yeji’s mouth, then takes her chin and lifts her to look straight up. “Ahh.” Karina sticks out her tongue and Yeji follows, catching the dripping, creamy strands mixed with spit until they both get their fair share. “Now swallow.”
Yeji gulps it down, and Karina waits, her eyes filled with love watching the other leader before she swallows her own treat.
“There’s a little on your cheek.” Karina’s smile is big. “Here, I’ll get it.” Karina cleans the giggly Yeji up with her tongue.
“That was so hot.” Yeji takes deep breaths, recollecting herself. “I get why you like sucking cock now.”
“I knew you would. And, honey,” Karina says, that eternally vexing gaze—loving, lewd—focused on you, “would you let her suck your cock again sometime?”
There is no possible alternative answer to the question. You nod.
Your posture straightens, the two girls stand, and Yeji gives you a hug. “Thank you! I really enjoyed that.”
“Hmm,” Karina says while tilting her head in serious thought. “I don’t know when we can make time. Oh, we’re all going to that award show next week, right? We gotta start scouting out some supply closets or something.”
You chuckle. “This is why I love you. Always looking forward.”
The three of you clean up and get dressed properly. You’re about two seconds from heading out to get dinner with the two of them when one chaste kiss on Karina’s cheek becomes a more playful smooch on your lips, which becomes a make-out session and now she’s riding you in the entrance hallway while Yeji’s dumbfounded expression transforms into sudden lust and the woman’s figure is slack on the floor, as slack as her jaw, stroking fingers into her pussy as she watches with zero inhibition.
How much importance do you writers give to the word count?
Yeah, it’s definitely an after the fact detail for me that I don’t put that much stock into. Maybe an overly long story will be split into parts, or maybe something too short and trivial becomes cannibalized into another draft. This is the sort of thing I only worry about mainly writing one-shot short stories
I will say that it is worth considering things like the density of the story. It’s not about the word count itself, but the ratio of how much am I actually conveying compared to the actual word count. And judging by my drafts, boy howdy has that ratio lowered for me. I’m kidding! Okay, not really, but I don’t think efficiency is necessarily a key component of writing smut. However, it can be worthwhile trying to cut down on the redundant and unimportant words, phrases, and sections.
There’s also a certain ratio I dedicate (not explicitly calculate, just something I keep in the back of my mind) on the amount of dialogue, emotions, physical description, setting, exposition, etc. Again, I’m not exactly counting words for each category but just judging the number of paragraphs, estimating a length dedicated to each one. It’s generally good to keep a balance of all these things so that the reader is engaged and immersed, but there’s always exceptions to every guideline. One obvious example is dialogue only smuts, being a deliberate format break, but sometimes you’d rather gloss over things such as anatomical detail to focus more on the atmosphere.
Heejin snaps a photo, and smiles at the result. She takes another, then another. A smile graces her angelic features, then she types up a caption that would make any boy blush.
Tell me how hard you came looking at these ;) 💦💦 -H
Tap, tap, tap, and woosh. The photos fire across the Internet, the expanse of data a conduit for Heejin’s horny energy to reach her target: her… special friend. Sure, he was a little bit on-and-off due to being in different faculties within the university both of them studied in, but it was still a FWB thing they kept alive throughout.
Heejin locks her phone, putting it back onto the dresser. She arranges her hair neatly, pulling it back behind her. She pulls on her panties and pajama pants, then buttons up her top. A rush of arousal flashes across her system when she thinks of her FWB jerking himself off to her. She takes a deep breath, calming herself down. No, she would not get worked up now, right when she already had a shower and was relaxed and ready for bed. She turns to the bathroom, strolling over to brush her teeth.
Heejin wonders why she hasn’t broken the FWB thing off. Both her and Jinwoo haven’t been really getting up to really utilizing the benefits portion of their friendship much anymore, ever since both got busier. Most of their exchanges were nudes or suggestive pictures, and that was about it. Sure, it still was pretty good to have that, but Heejin didn’t really want to carry it on anymore if they were slowly going back to being just friends.
“Ptoo!” Heejin spits her toothpaste into the sink, then rinses her mouth. She wipes her mouth with a small towel nearby, then goes over to her dresser.
Strange, she thinks, why hasn’t he replied yet?
She unlocks her phone, and opens up her messaging app. Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet—he’s quite busy these days anyway. A quick glance, and—oh. Oh. Oh, fuck, fuck!
Heejin pulls the phone closer to her face. Repeated flicks of her eyes and darts of her fingers across two names and two different chats confirms the worst—instead of sending her nudes to “Jinwoo 😈”, she sent it to “Jiwoon (Housemate)” instead.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shitshitshitshit!” Heejin throws her phone onto her dresser again, breaking into a sprint towards her housemate’s room. She prays she’s still in time to save it…