Han Yoojin: The Best Way To Tame Beasts - And People! ;) - Is Through Food!

Han Yoojin: the best way to tame beasts - and people! ;) - is through food!

Sung Hyunjae, serving him eggs: that's really clever, Han Yoojin-gun

Han Yoojin: I can surely bond with Chief Taewon if we have a few meals together

Sung Hyunjae, serving him dessert: how brilliant ^^

Han Yoojin: wow this is really good, maybe you're not completely terrible

Sung Hyunjae: ^^

SCARLET MILK —››››˘˘¯¯¯˘¯¯˘˘¯ notes ! — intense smut, manipulation ,mind break , feminine reader ,,

“Late nights are bummers, aren’t they?” The man stares at you through the window separating you two, his hands in his pockets. This is daily work for you, your life on the line every second of the day. “You look tired.” You glance up from his papers, shrugging. “You don’t look any better yourself.” Your comment earns a low chuckle from him. “True, true.”

His gaze flickers back down to his ID, then to your soft features. “Everything all to your liking?” You huff and look over him, then at your checklist. “Your buttons are differnet.” You murmur. “Pardon?” He asks, tilting his head. He didn’t think you’d really care about the buttons.

“One of them is always messed up. Torn off. Yours is perfect.” You look back up to his eyes. “Get it fixed?” He smirks and nods, sighing. “Yeah, it was becoming a hassle to get on every morning.” You nod, leaning on your palm as you look over his information.

Your uniform was slightly big on you, making a view of your cleavage very clear. “Your bra is a nice color.” He murmurs quietly, earning a soft hum of confusion from you. “What was that?” You ask, looking up at him. He shakes his head. “Nothing. You have a nice palette.” You give him a tired smile, before looking back at the paperwork.

“You work a dangerous job, and all alone too.” He coos softly. “You have someone to go home to? A husband? Boyfriend?” You give him an unamused sigh. “Whatever pays the bills, and no, I do not.” He nods and looks over you again. His gaze never really leaves your cleavage, after all, he’s a real boob man.

He looks over you again, this time focusing on your facial features. “Whats your favorite flavor of milk?” He asks randomly. You look up at him, before shrugging. “Strawberry’s nice..” You coo, looking over his information.

“I prefer whole milk, y’know, the pure stuff.” He smirks. “Straight from the tap.” You squirm slightly, feeling his gaze on you. It feels as if he’s undressing you slowly, and it feels a bit weird. “Wouldn’t that mean straight from a cow?” He chuckles slightly. “Nah, I’m joking.”

You glance back up at him, then at his outfit, searching for anything that might be off. “You’re real chatty today..good mood?” He smirks. “What can I say? Pretty girls make my big mouth chatter away.” You scoff and sigh, shutting his folder and putting it in his respectful place.

“Well, seems like you’re all ready to g-“ “Finally.” You freeze as you turn back to him. “What was that?” He shakes his head. “Nothing, just really glad to go home. You know, carrying milk boxes all day is tiring.” You nod still slightly suspicious of him. “You know, I do have some bottles left over after today. Would you like some?” He asks soothingly.

Accepting milk from the milkman after hours that might be a doppelgänger isn’t a very pleasant idea, but who cares really? Just a little sip, is fine. “Sure..I suppose..”

He smirks and passes you a glass through the little glass pocket in the window. “Take a sip, little one.” You’re hesitant, but it is what it is. You take a sip, before smiling slightly. “It’s pretty good..and kinda sweet..” He nods and smiles.

“Mhm, straight from the tap.” You giggle and shrug. “Just get inside Francis..” You murmur, unlocking the door. As he steps into the building, he surpassingly steps into your office. “Francis? What are you…”

He shuts the gate with the press of a button, stepping closer to you. “You’re teasing me, pretty girl.” He coos, leaning closer to you. The cup of milk is still in your hands, and he wipes some from your cheek. “You’re real cute and gullible.”

He leans down and gives you a small kiss, before grabbing one of your breasts. You’re shocked, a bit confused, and slightly aroused as he touches you. You can’t speak, nor can you resist him, he’s much too strong for that.

“Don’t you like the milk?” He teases, and you nod slightly. “I-..I mean yeah its…its nice..” You breathe out, and he smirks. “Good. Cause I can give you a lot more where that came from..”

He coos into your ear, before gently grabbing a fistful of your hair and lifting your face up. “Open.” You open your mouth to snap back at him, but your jaw drops as he unbuckles his pants and lets his cock just hang. “O-Oh…”

He brushes his tip against your lips, tightening his grip on your hair. “Open.” He snaps, bucking his hips slightly. Within seconds, his length is down your throat and you feel as if your mind just went blank.

Every thrust seems as if he’s taking away a brain cell, leaving you a blank slate. The office is filled with the sounds of soft grunts and wet , sloppy sounds of pleasure. “Mn..that’s a good girl,” He coos, grabbing your hair tighter and pushing your face down even more.

Hours pass, all filled with him pushing his cock deeper and deeper down your throat and swallowing his cum. You can only touch yourself through your clothing and cum repeatedly until he’s done using you.

Once his cock leaves your mouth , he slaps it on your face. Cum and drool drops from your lips. “Look at you, all dumbed out.” He coos, lifting your chin. “Too bad for you, now you can’t work your job. But, you don’t really care about that, do you?” His words are met with babble as you try to form coherent sentences.

“Awh, cute.” He coos, leaning down to give you a kiss. “My pretty girl really likes her milk, doesn’t she?” You perk at the thought of more “milk” , licking your lips. He chuckles and rubs your cheek slightly.

“Humans are too cute when their mind is all mushy, aren’t they?”

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Alien partner who is constantly amazed and appalled by human biology. 

You crack your Knuckles In front of them once and they look at you with the most horrified expression.

You don't react in immense pain so obviously you're fine but this poor soul thinks you actually just broke your bones out of nowhere 😭. 

They can hear your heart beat and are absolutely fascinated with the way it speeds up and slows down. 

They like how it speeds up when they get closer and talk lower so they do that pretty often. They like how it slows down when you go to sleep, they find the slow rhythmic thumps very soothing. 

They'll constantly ask you questions about your species whenever a question pops into their head. 

"What are these for?"

They gently brush your eyelashes with their finger as you lay on their chest one morning. You don't open your sleepy eyes when you respond. 

"Keeps dust out of our eyes." 

There's definitely a better answer you could've given but that's all you have the energy for right then and they seem to be satisfied with that. 

Just imagine an alien partner who is so openly enthralled by you. They can't help but hold your cheeks and stare into your eyes, absolutely amazed. 

"Do all human eyes look like yours?"

You manage to actually respond, voice soft to match theirs,

"They come in a few colours but everyone's eyes are different." 

"Yours is the most beautiful colour I've ever seen."

They say while gazing into your eyes as if you hold all the stars in the galaxy in your pupils.

NSFW

You’re a puppy!hybrid that is a bit younger than your wolf!hybrid lover, so he keeps letting you get away with being annoying/mischievous. You steal bits of his food or chew on his things and when he starts growling you whine and say, “I-I’m just a puppy! Don’t be mad…”

But you’re NOT just a puppy, you’re a woman. You’re just small and cute and he lets you get away with the puppy excuse because he finds it endearing…

Then when you go into heat, he teases you, playing with your chubby puppy cunt through your soaked panties. “Just a pup, huh? A pup that wants my knot in her cunt, wants to be heavy and swollen with my pups… but you’re just a pup yourself, aren’t you?”

You whine and jump his hand, tears rolling down your cheeks. “N-not just a pup… w-want it!”

He can’t tease you for too long, he wants you just as much as you want him. Your scent alone is enough to have his cock bulging agaisnt his pants, ready to be set free.

“Alright, pup… shh, shh…”

He mounted you, pressing his thick cock into your pretty, fat pussy. You whimpered, attempting to tuck your tail between your legs, but he grabbed hold and used it as leverage to fuck into you, tugging just enough to make you yelp and moan into the pillow.

“That’s it, puppy, gonna breed you good. Just be my good little pup and take it, okay?”

By the end of your heat, your lover was addicted to the feel and taste of your pussy. Now, he let you get away with even more mischief… but instead of it being because you were using the puppy excuse, it’s because he would never punish his pregnant little mate.

You may not be a baby puppy, but you’ll always be treated like a delicate, little thing by your loving mate.

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Yandere Professor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: sweet talking, breath play, age gap, fucking in his classroom, pretty gender neutral, manipulation, abuse of power, obsessed professor.

*Everyone is of age, and older than eighteen. He is referred to as “your professor” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: He’s your strict professor, and you’re trying to get a better grade. You’ve never seen him be swayed by a student before, perhaps you would be the first.

Your grade has tanked by a lot. You had an unreasonable professor, the man was picky, and on your last test it was covered in corrections by that damn red pen of his.

You began to wonder what it would take for him to give you an A.

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a bad student. In fact, this is the first time you have been close to failing. It was honestly your fault, you’ve read the reviews on this teacher and still chose to take the class anyways. You just wanted to challenge yourself.

You gawk at the paper he hands back to you. Your eye twitched at the big fat zero out of a hundred, and that might’ve been impressive just in itself. Not even one question right. You narrow your eyes at the professor who was still handing out the quiz back to the students.

When class ended, you slowly packed up your things, and you kept tabs on how many students were still left in the classroom. When the last student left, you got up from your seat, and stormed your way over to the professor.

Any sliver of dignity you had was gone. Your cheeks still flushed when he announced the lowest score to the whole class. You pushed that memory aside, and you crossed your arms as you stood in front of his desk.

“I don’t have time for this.” Your professor sighed, and his brows furrowed as he loosened up his tie.

He knew why you were coming over to talk to him. This was the worst grade you have gotten in his class. And really, he’s not surprised. In his opinion you have been slacking off. Your body bristles at his words, his eyes are cold and unforgiving.

Maybe if you weren’t a rash individual, you would’ve seen that his comments on your test was totally fake. Every circle and outline with a tiny scribble on the side? That was his way of professing his love for you, and about fifty “I love you’s.” were on the paper, but he knew you wouldn’t read them.

He did know that the grade would haunt you. He did know that it would make you desperate enough to come to him during office hours.

Your professor watched you with amusement as you crawled onto his lap, and you guiding his hands onto your body. He could already feel his dick stirring in his pants.

“This is hardly appropriate.” He said in a disapproving tone, though his hands do cup at your chest.

His thumb circles around your nipple, and the rest of his fingers gently squeeze at opportunity you have given to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in his lap.

It felt like you were trying to chip away at his resolve, his face was stern, and he listens to you rant on about the grade he gave you. Though, him letting you sit on his lap, let you subtly grind on his growing erection. With every whine and pout, you tried to play with his heart strings.

Your professor sighed, shook his head, and tried to pretend that there was no way you could make up for it. His hand slowly, and quietly, opening his drawer to grab for a condom.

It didn’t take long for him to agree when you took off his glasses, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. He followed your lead, letting you feel like you were in control.

His hands groping at your ass and he puts you onto his desk, his body moving his way in between your legs. You wore something easy to slip off, your shorts and underwear now down to your ankles. He caressed your inner thighs, his lips now trailing down to your neck.

Your professor licked and sucked at your skin, his teeth gently nibbling at you, and he made sure to leave marks.

“You can be quite cute like this…” The older man mumbles, “…so pretty, so perfect.” he took a deep inhale as his nose was buried into your neck.

“Oh shit.” Your professor growled, his belt falling to the floor and his pants were pulled down roughly.

Before you knew it, he ripped open the condom wrapper and he slid it on his cock. He spit on his hand for lube, and gave his member a few pumps. He aligned his tip against your warmth.

His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing the side of it, as his hips began to rock itself. His dick hit the deepest part of you, he went slow, and he was determined to find your sweet spot.

“Don’t be upset…” He cooed, and he kissed you in between his words. “I had to give you a zero.”

“You weren’t understanding my hints.”

He needed you. He wanted to be with you the moment you stepped inside his room, or maybe it was when he found out you signed up for his class. Your name was interesting to him, your looks, and the way you carried yourself got him hooked.

He took a couple points off on your first test, just to see what you would do. You certainly didn’t deserve it, and he thought you would’ve challenged him on it, or come talk to him. Or even offer your body to him sooner.

He did it over and over again, until you were on the verge of receiving an F. He was getting frustrated, and you were a damn tease.

He was never like this before, and if you exposed him, he could lose his job. But maybe then he could be with you in public? He let out a deep groan, his eyes rolling back as he was fucking you for his release.

Your professor didn’t realize that your face was turning pink, your nails scratching at his hands that were on your throat, and you were on the verge of cumming. You gasp as he finally let you breathe, his hands now on the desk behind you.

The room was filled with his vocalizations, his whimpers, his mumbles of how good you feel, and how much he needed this.

He even called you his baby, his good student, love, and when you finally came— his eyes were glued to the white substance dripping out of you.

That was when he knew you were going to be his. He was going to be the only one that could make you feel this way.

That day, you received the A you have been wanting. But you also indulged the man that’s been pining after you, and he never stopped.

Allure: Idk why, but i’ve been really active lately omg.

Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.

The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.

All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?

Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.

At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.

But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.

You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?

No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.

At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.

On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.

When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.

They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.

You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.

Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.

Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.

The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.

The customer left a tip!

How nice! They also left a review on your page,

"10/10. Best stress relief. Would fuck again."