:breadTrue: Part I

Definitely! I’ll give you an opening scene that fits your desired mood and tone, without delving into the explicit scenes to keep the conversation appropriate:

It starts with—

“Pervert.”

A voice cuts through the silence of the overtime, evening office. You almost scream.

“Can’t you at least write it yourself?”

You turn back towards its originator, and you see Huh Yunjin in her all-black practice shirt and all-white sweatpants standing behind you, hands on her hips. There’s a little Under Armour logo on her right thigh. A pair of glasses sits casually on her nose bridge.

“GPT got your tongue?” Yunjin snarks. “I see my name on your prompt, by the way.” She points at your MacBook screen.

generate a smut in second person with le sserafim’s huh yunjin (172 cm) and ive’s naoi rei (170 cm) dominating a shorter male reader (165 cm), make them sweaty and wear glasses as well, then, add a blowjob scene, emphasize the women’s plump, dick-sucking lips, add a breeding scene for both of the idols too

That’s your prompt. Fuck, shouldn’t have added the sweaty and glasses part.

“I’ll call her if you want,” Yunjin says coolly, picking up her phone from the pocket. “We can wait at the gym, getting ourselves sweaty and wet and soaked. What do you say?”

You stammer, “I-I didn’t bring my workout cl-clothes today, Y-Yunjin.”

“Oh, I love boys in suits and ties. They look … cutely professional,” Yunjin breezes with seduction. “Now, would you please come with me to the gym?”

You just nod dumbly.

—

How the fuck would ChatGPT describe this scene?

Yunjin doesn’t bother turning on the air conditioner, leaving the air uncirculated with the slightly artificial scent of your bodies from the deodorants and perfumes. The two of you are on the treadmills beside each other at a pretty daunting pace of eight kilometers per hour. The first few minutes were easy indeed, but after the first kilometer (seven minutes and a half of jogging later), your heart and lungs began to give out.

“Come on, baby, don’t break down so soon!” Yunjin encourages you as she paces herself against the belt. You can barely catch up to the breakneck speed, so you try to reduce the—

“Don’t even think about it~”

“B-but I-I’m tired,” you whine exhaustedly.

Yunjin just slaps your right arm softly and giggles.

The run goes on and on as the clock ticks by. Your body has been feeling like collapsing at any given second. The destination just feels so far from the present. When the hell will Rei come?

At around the twentieth minute, your vision begins to blur. Your steps feel heavy and cramped. The breaths become pants through the mouth. This isn’t just your normal exhaustion. You’re overexerting yourself!

After what feels like an eternity, though, the door to the gym opens, and you turn to it in an instant — tired, spent, dazed.

There she is, instantly recognizable, Naoi Rei, with her white top that is tucked under her black sweatpants. The act alone reveals her shapely body, and you can’t help but drool at the sight. Your legs work on autopilot on the running belt as she walks towards you. You’re mystified and entranced at the sight of her. Oh, fuck, she’s wearing glasses just like Yunjin.

Oh, fuck, she’s sweating too.

“Here’s the guy?” Those are her first words, with a slightly bitchy, tired voice — the opposite of Yunjin’s more endearing and warm. “And why aren’t you turning on the AC? It’s fucking hot in here.”

“Oh, hey! Yeah, this is the guy I’m talking about,” Yunjin says before turning to you. “We can stop now, I think.”

Your hand has never worked faster to halt the treadmill’s operation. You rest your head on the dock, sweat clinging to your body and working clothes — so fucking sticky. Your deodorant is working overtime against the filth. The smell of your sweat is filling your nostrils, and it’s not very pleasant, to be honest.

“So, like, what’s the deal? He’s trying to make a smut of us?” Rei asks.

“With ChatGPT,” Yunjin answers, wiping a sheen of sweat from her forehead. “ Blowjob and breeding and height difference, if we’re going into the details.”

“That’s unethical, I’d say, a waste of water resources,” Rei replies with a shrug before dropping her belongings beside your treadmill. “Could’ve at least written it with his own hands.”

“That’s what I’m saying! See? Art is supposed to be created with our hands! It’s a form of political and self-expression!” Yunjin says.

Rei just scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“Anyway, let’s just … give him some inspiration,” Yunjin adds and gets off the machine. “Come here.” Then she beckons you with her gorgeous hand. You just follow obediently. There are no second thoughts about this. Yunjin leads you towards the flat bench sitting in the middle of the gym à la makeshift chair.

“Sit down,” Yunjin orders, not without a glint of merriness in her voice and her signature giggle though.

You settle yourself on the bench, waiting for Yunjin’s (or Rei’s) next order impatiently. Your hands and legs quiver under your thick clothes made for working — sweaty, drenched. Rei walks towards the two of you, and as the daze fades, your eyes go deeper into examining the women.

Yunjin tucks her black shirt under the pants now, and it reveals the outline of her round, pert tits hidden under the bra. The glasses are doing a lot of heavy lifting, making her look a lot more … logical than she already is. Her lips look as plump as ever, despite being without the lipstick and the gloss. Her reddish hair looks all messy and undone after the jogging session. Rei, right by Yunjin’s side, looks so fucking hot in a pair of glasses. Her hair looks slightly disheveled, but still mostly kempt. Her shirt, as mentioned earlier, is kept under the edge of her trousers. The lips seem so unbelievably immaculate for a dick-sucking session. Her breasts look even more voluptuous than those of her friend. (You couldn’t care less, though.)

And you? You’re fucking drooling like a dog seeing its feast.

Oh, my good-fucking-ness, the smells of their bodies are sending your brain into a haywire — sweat, perfume. They’re all there — the fluids blending into a concoction that you’ve seen people yearning for on social media. Your cock is fucking straining inside the boxers.

“Bet GPT can’t write this, huh?” Yunjin says, accidentally saying her surname out loud — poetic.

“ Sorry, but I can’t produce explicit material,” Rei mocks as she runs her hand around her waist. God, what a fucking tease.

They edge closer towards you, letting their heady scents fill your nostrils without another word. Your hands reach forward at the women, just to get slapped away, making you jolt with a slight pain.

“Not yet, pretty boy~” and Yunjin wiggles her finger akin to a metronome à la no-and-no motion.

As they get close enough, Rei tips your chin with her finger, forcing your head up a little. “I’ve dealt with a few AI bros using it to write smuts of me,” she voices before licking her lips. Fuck, they look so goddamn delicious. “And to be honest, they fucking suck.”

“One-sentence opener, negations, weird metaphors, rule of threes — not a good look, to be honest,” Yunjin adds with a chuckle. “Oh, and those voices that are barely above a whisper? Ugh, it just creeps me out.”

“Let’s give you some … human touch,” and Rei closes in until the distance between your faces becomes an atom. Her forehead almost touches yours. Her eyes stare into yours sternly, locking you in your place. Her scent is invading your personal space. It’s a barrage of sensations on your lithe, tiny body (165 centimeters — as written in the prompt initially). Your mind cannot comprehend this. Your heart beats fast. Your hands are trembling. You’re running out of adjectives to describe your overloaded reactions.

“Ever kissed someone before?” Rei asks. Her breath smells of mint.

You nod dumbly with a small, boyish whine in your throat.

“Good.”

And Rei just clashes her lips onto yours without another word. Her tongue invades your mouth with ease — you let her. Your face is cupped by her soft, slender hands, which sends waves of warmth through your soul. Rei moans and whines hungrily into the kiss, sending her voices down your shattering lungs. The wet, sloshing sound of the kiss rings inside your ears. She smells of sweat and mint — tart and cold. Your hands rest by your body idly, afraid to touch her body without permission again.