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Soyeon's hand runs through her brown hair in frustration; slamming it back on her table as she throws away another crumpled sheet of paper with freewritten lyrics she hastily came up with. She sighs, and rests her head on her fist whilst she stares into nothing.
It's that time of the comeback preparations where the songs are usually written and made smoothly without a problem, but it also doesn't mean that writer's block wouldn't be in Soyeon's way at some point.
She's working on a verse for a b-side Minnie made, which she agreed to without any resistance nor disapproval whatsoever, but now the universe has cursed her with a stump in writing that might as well delay its release or finish time. She breathes in a deep puff of air to at least regain her consciousness a little bit, grabs another sheet of paper and her pen, and gets to writing.
But once she's actually looked down on the blank page itself, nothing's coming into her head! Ugh.
Being a songwriter isn't that easy. She had to go through a lot before getting her Best Songwriter award that she's still very proud of. Even the most talented and skilled people go through setbacks every once in a while... Soyeon groaned. Maybe she just needs a break to cool her head.
And then the door to her studio opens, which especially surprised Soyeon since she's not expecting any guests nor anyone to come over as she figured her members would be busy practicing or doing their own things. She sits up, getting a little bit defensive until she realizes who was at the door..
Yuqi!
Right. It's just Yuqi.
"Hey, babe," Yuqi walks up to her after closing the door, pecking Soyeon's lips once they meet. "What are you doing?"
"I'm busy trying to write something. I don't really know what to do because... I don't know what lyrics to write in the first place." Yuqi sits on the grey couch behind her, and Soyeon twists in her office chair to face the Chinese. She's silent with her eyebrows raised, urging the leader to continue with her current issue.
"Ah, writer's block?"
"Exactly. It's frustrating," Soyeon pouts. Both of them are silent and sitting in thick, awkward air—probably simultaneously waiting for the other to say something first, until Yuqi beamed as if a light bulb of an idea went off in her head. Suspiciously followed with a smirk which makes Soyeon narrow her eyes.
"For that," Yuqi stands up. "I have just the thing for you. Get up for me, will you?"
Soyeon's a bit confused, but she does so anyway.
"Fuck, Yuqi—" Soyeon bites back a moan; her grip on her pen and the table grows tighter with each passing moment of Yuqi's big dick already deep inside her. Soyeon can feel a smirk come from the latter, and shivers when she feels Yuqi's hands rub the sides of her hips.
"You're... you're too big," she whined, and the comment makes Yuqi's cock twitch and leak—plus the shameless squeezing and clenching of Soyeon's insides around her. Her hands settle on both of the leader's thighs, and urges her to just focus on writing. "Relax. Just do what I told you, write down your thoughts and calm yourself down."
Soyeon wants to hit her so badly; how can she literally calm down when her core is burning from Yuqi's hardness inside her? She literally feels like she's about to explode. She's not really mad at her though; she loves the way Yuqi's cock fits perfectly inside her. And oh, god— Soyeon can see the younger's dick protruding ever so slightly on her flat stomach as her back is arched.
"O-okay," Soyeon gets to writing whatever Yuqi told her to, mustering up all her remaining patience and focus left before she eventually breaks. The thickness lodged inside her is really, really hard to ignore—although she could get used to the feeling. She thinks she's doing well for a moment, but her breathing suddenly gets heavy and her hands get shaky as she could feel every single pulse and twitch of Yuqi's cock.
And would it really be wrong if Soyeon admits she wanted to get fucked like no tomorro— wait, no. She has a verse to write that's vital in a song. A part of her is literally screaming at her to remain concentrated whilst Soyeon is slowly losing herself.
Soyeon quickly gets back to writing, doing okay for a moment, then she feels Yuqi's hands roam dangerously close to her inner thighs and upwards on her toned stomach. Okay, that's fine, she can put up with that. Until Yuqi's fucking into her with slow, rhythmic thrusts that breaks her out of her writing session, and especially making her more aware of what's literally happening.
"Y-Yuqi," Soyeon calls for the said girl. "I'm trying to write." Her back arches even more, her head drops down, and her hips subconsciously pushes against Yuqi's crotch.
"I know that. Just keep going." Yuqi places her hands on each side of Soyeon's hips and rubs to calm her down a little bit, halting her thrusts for a moment to give her time. But then she isn't even writing anymore, literally grinding herself on Yuqi's cock for her own pleasure. God, Soyeon feels so desperate for Yuqi to just ram that dick in and out of her.
The Chinese girl has a harsh grip on Soyeon's hips, pushing her down to keep her still—now probably, pushing all of her girth inside her—and it proves effective when the Korean whines and fixes her hold on her pen. Yuqi smirks, pleased, while Soyeon struggles to write down every single thought in her mind that's filled with Yuqi.
Well, at least, it's written down in somewhat of a lyric format.
Once Yuqi thinks it's clear, she starts thrusting back up into Soyeon again with a pace a bit harsher and more frantic than the last. The leader's responses come in small, muffled whines; sweet little noises and high-pitched moans Yuqi wants to hear more of.
Fuck it.
"Yuqi," Soyeon whimpered. "Please, just.. give me more, please.." She's turning her head back to look at Yuqi imploringly, and who was she to resist? With those cute, pouty lips, teary doe eyes, and soft whimpers of begging, the younger really had no other choice now. At this point, the brunette has already given up on her task on writing that verse; her hands placed flat on the table as she braces herself for a pounding.
I'll give you more.
"You want more, huh?" Yuqi starts, pulling both of them up to stand as she bends Soyeon over the desk, face pressed against the wooden material. She teases her a little by pulling out, earning a disapproving whine, but immediately plunged back inside right on Soyeon's spot.
"Ah, oh my god— Yuqi!" Soyeon screamed; struggling to breathe properly with each harsh thrust of Yuqi's dick fucking into her, knocking the air out of Soyeon's body in the form of a moan escaping her quivering lips. Fuck— she feels so fuzzy right now, light-headed as she cannot see anything but stars, and mind filled with thoughts of Yuqi and her cock.
"Thank you, thank you, shit— you feel so good in me, Yuqi, ah! Yuqi, Yuqi," Soyeon mewled, and the Chinese's name spills out of her lips like a prayer chant. She's babbling and drooling all over, letting Yuqi sheath her dick in and out of her again, and again, because fuck. It just feels too good.
Her nails scratch all over Soyeon's thighs, surely leaving marks; there's no way she'll be able to walk properly after this. Not after she'd owned and claimed every single bit of her. Yuqi peeks between their connected skin, and she could clearly see the way Soyeon's leaking all over her with ease under the white light of the studio that really reminds her of their sinful act. If only, she could record the pornographic sounds her leader's making.
"Ha," Yuqi laughs menacingly. "You're such a moaning and whimpering mess for me, unnie, getting fucked like this in your own studio? You sure enjoy this don't you? The next time someone walks in, they're just going to see how much of a mess I make you when I fuck your wet cunt." Her words come out harsher than she intended, nearly spitting as Soyeon can't reply with anything but a whine.
"Hng— Yes, yes! Yuqi, I'm your mess, I'm a slut just for you to use," Soyeon cried out, drooling at the end of her sentence as she no longer can even make up an audible and comprehensible sentence. She feels so full right now, and all Soyeon wants is to feel all of Yuqi inside her whilst she's pounding her pussy to heaven and back. Exactly like a pleasure toy, just for her to use.
"You'd want me to use you in front of everyone, don't you? Maybe in front of your members too.." Yuqi chuckles. Oh; she's evil for saying that. So wicked. But somehow, it makes Soyeon gush all over her because of those words... Her moans get more and more incomprehensible with each passing second, each thrust Yuqi fucks her with.
She can't even think straight anymore with the intense pleasure flooding her system. Her moans come out so divine; a sense of neediness intelligible in her voice. And it's so impure, so ungodly—aside from the low hum of the air conditioner, Yuqi could hear the lewd squelch of Soyeon's core every time she pushed into her, and her increasingly loud whines.
Yuqi's hands go from Soyeon's ass, rising up to settle back on her tiny waist as her thrusts slow down, replaced with strength. She grew dizzy with ecstasy at the feeling of being penetrated so hard and deep, and her body sliding up against the desk so slightly every time Yuqi pushed back into her with force.
"Yuqi, Yuqi, I'm gonna cum, please..!" Soyeon begs, and before she even knew it, she'd already reached her point of climax, screaming as she squirted. Gushing all over Yuqi's rigid cock and crying out as she's being fucked through her orgasm in overstimulation. "Mmph, god— Yuqi, it's so, so much.."
Soyeon's cute little whine drives Yuqi crazier; her desire to destroy and pound the hell out of her grows more and more like fire. From the strength of her orgasm and her walls clenching so tightly around her cock, the younger feels herself getting close too, her legs growing weak. So, she tries to pull out, but...
"No, Y-Yuqi-ah." Soyeon resists as she stops her with a weak grip on her hand. "Don't.. don't go, do it inside me, please? Please, Yuqi, I've been so good for you. I deserve it," She's begging so much as if she would literally die if Yuqi ever pulled out of her. Soyeon just wants to feel Yuqi's cum explode and spread inside of her, filling every part of her up—she wants her to fucking breed her.
"Oh?" Yuqi smirks. "You want me to cum inside you, hm? You're such a fucking cumslut." Soyeon nods frantically at the comment. Yuqi proceeds to thrust again, pulling herself back closer to climax after the pleasure burns off a little, and she could really feel and hear everything—her whines, her cunt gushing—when she's railing her own leader. Her leader who's usually strict during recording and practices reduced to a pathetic mess under her. The thought is so overkill, so overwhelming that—
Yuqi gives a thrust for the last time, burying herself to the hilt, and cums deep inside her with a satisfied groan. She came so much that their mixed juices are steadily flowing from Soyeon's pussy down to her softening cock, and dripping onto the floor.
The younger stays there for a moment, but Soyeon starts whining as she could feel most of Yuqi's cum plugged up when her dick's still deep inside her core. Not that she's complaining though, although she's a little upset that Yuqi decides to pull out when she hears Soyeon's whimpers. She could barely even stand up on her own, immediately stumbling on her feet when she tries to and it makes Yuqi laugh, with Soyeon deciding to stay down bent over the table instead.
For Yuqi however, the sight is so, so tempting. But that's something for another day.
"Are you okay, unnie?" Yuqi asks softly, trying to clean herself up with a box of tissues as she sits back on Soyeon's studio chair, pulling the girl back on her lap to rest. It flutters her that the younger still prioritizes how she's feeling right now even after all... that. The brunette just mumbles lowly in affirmation, and it's enough for Yuqi to know she's alright.
Soyeon sits up and takes one last look at what she wrote.
Okay, well,
she might need to rephrase all of these to make it more audience friendly.