Yes, I will have solo chapters for Hayoung/Chaeyoung/Seoyeon eventually, but otherwise there isn't really a direction or storyline lol

Thanks for the kind words and thanks for reading them :) They're all in my masterlist, in the OMG series I have two with Yooa and one further down in the Super Short Smuts list, so just the three.

Everything Everywhere All At Once and NewJeans OMG. They seem to have some old school lore going on (Ban Haesoo youtube channel?) So I guess that would work, probably a success too lol, a bunch of craziness with time traveling lore.

@ov105 and @writerpeach have some good Luda ones, @sinswithpleasure has a Eunseo/Yeoreum one. But that's all that come to mind immediately, there isn't much for other WJSN members iirc.

Pretty Face, Pretty Heart [Fem. Reader]

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For @iznsfw

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Pretty. That's the word you use the most to describe Minjeong. 

You can't help but adore her in every way. She's cute, kind, has a heart of gold, and is so lovable in every way, but the simplest words usually say the most. 

Minjeong is pretty, there's no doubt about that. However, she's the prettiest when she's between your legs, her mouth inches from your dripping pussy.

"Unnie, I... can I... eat you out?

"I... I know you've wanted it for a while... and I... I wanna do it again… for you."

"Go on then, babygirl."

When Minjeong's lips and tongue press against your pussy, the moan you release is downright sinful. Your girlfriend doesn't usually eat pussy—she's the type who usually receives instead of gives—so her offering it only makes you hornier for her. You can't help but look down at her, and you bite back a curse when you meet Minjeong's eyes staring back at you to gauge her performance. She looks at you like a giant maltese puppy for approval, and you stroke her head in time with her swipes against your clit. You don't bother holding back your moans for Minjeong—you want her to know how good you feel with her lips and tongue on your clit like that. 

"U-Unnie, am… am I doing well?"

"So good for me, babygirl… So fucking good."

Your legs rest atop Minjeong's shoulders, and on some hard sucks of your clit, you have to fight not to squeeze her head with your thighs. Both of your girlfriend's hands rest beneath your ass, and you can feel her fingers shift to knead whatever flesh she can to further pleasure you. You can't help but shift your lying body instinctively as every wave of pleasure washes over you. 

"Fuck, so good, Minjeong, your tongue, mmf…"

Your girlfriend's the best, you think. Her tongue slides right between your nether lips, and you release a deep moan when Minjeong pushes a tongue into your pussy. She slides a hand out from beneath you to keep teasing your clit, and you grip onto her scalp with your nails with every swipe of her tongue against your walls. You don't know what she's doing, but you feel so fucking pleasured as she eats your pussy out. 

"Fuck, Minjeong, oh God, fuck…"

"Mmm��"

Minjeong hums, and she kisses your clit when she withdraws her tongue from within you. She licks all of your excess slick dripping from your hole, and she keeps rubbing your clit as she speaks. 

"Unnie, I wrote my name inside you just now…" 

Minjeong's shy smile is adorable, but her words… 

"That means Unnie's pussy is mine. All mine."

"Fuuuuck…"

You can't help but groan at Minjeong's words, and your girlfriend proudly grins at successfully riling you up even more. You barely have time to process her words—Minjeong is back to eating you out, and she's even kissing and licking your thighs. She alternates between them and drinking the slick that leaks from your pussy, and you're a writhing, moaning mess for her. Every time Minjeong's eaten your pussy out, when she felt like it, she's always done an amazing job and left you shaking after your orgasm, and it seems like this time would be no different. 

"Oh, God!"

The introduction of Minjeong's fingers into the mix has you moaning unabashedly. Your legs rise off her shoulders and are now raised high in the air as you spread yourself wide open for Minjeong. She takes advantage of this—she's so close, her tongue leaving wet swipes along the skin of your inner thighs. She hums at the taste of your slick and sweat—all the flavors of you she loves. Her fingers tease your opening, and when Minjeong's done with your thighs, she giggles. 

"FUCK!"

You can't stop cursing in pleasure now—Minjeong's lips and tongue only focus on your clit, and two of her fingers pump deep into you. She times her thrusts in with soft sucks of your clit, and you're putty beneath her skilful hands and tongue. Minjeong wastes no time—her fingers seek your G-spot, and she finds it quick—your hips buck with every movement of hers. You're damned sure Minjeong's fingers are drenched—you're a wet mess under her touch. 

"You're so hot, Unnie… I love seeing you like this."

The rasp in Minjeong's voice has you gasping. You can hear the rising confidence in her voice, and you know she's just about to say something filthy—

"Since you always say I'm so pretty… prove it, Unnie. Show me how pretty I am. Show me how much you love my looks…"

You bite into the back of your hand as an outlet, your free hand kneading your own breasts now. You await Minjeong's words with bated breath. 

"I think you should cum all over my face, Unnie. Give my looks the love they deserve. Cum all over me, Unnie. Squirt all over your baby girl, please?"

With a broken moan, your hips buck, and the first gush of squirt explodes from your body. You're thrashing, your hips bucking, moans all slurred together as orgasmic bliss washes over you. Gush after gush of squirt leaves your body, and you can feel Minjeong's lips latch on to your pussy to drink your release. You're not sure if you've followed her suggestion well—all you know is that Minjeong has given you another world-shattering orgasm once more, and you're enjoying it way too much. 

When you finally stop shaking, you push yourself up to admire the mess you made. Your eyes land on Minjeong, her hair, face, and body drenched with your release, as she kneels in a puddle on the floor. She has her fingers in her mouth, and she wipes herself with her free hand enough for her to look back up at you, a flush across her cheeks. 

"Unnie, you… you came all over me." 

"I… I did…" You can't believe how hot she looks covered in your cum, and before you can process it even more, Minjeong lunges for you. She crashes her lips against yours, and she pulls your hand to her swelling pussy, dripping with her slick. 

"Help me cum too, Unnie��"

Thanks! Well who knows how coherent it is, I just wanted to try it lol

A while? Just through Kpop variety shows, actively listening to what they're saying and connecting it to what the subs say. Making sure to understand the captions as well. I spend most of my time consuming Korean media, so yeah just over time I picked it up.

The smut stuff here is mostly reading horny/thirsty posts in Korean on social media, a lot of it is quite degrading to be honest, but it does show how people use slang to refer to specific acts and how they talk about sex colloquially.

Render - Yena

A/N: I translated this from my Korean version, it is pretty much one-to-one except for some things that don’t translate well.

"Yena, the movie's over, I'm heading out."

"Eh? Oppa! How about we take a breather?" Here we go again, but you're not that type of guy.

"Breather? You were sleeping earlier, snoring even." But Yena clings to you.

"Yeah, but you should rest too, no?"

"Should I just take a nap then?" You break out of her hug and lie on the sofa.

"No, you should sleep on the bed!" An annoyed Yena is a cute Yena.

"This is fine, it's just a nap anyways."

"Do I have to spell everything out in front of— Ah!" You get up suddenly to kiss Yena, and she slowly gets warmer in your embrace.

"Oh I got your meaning, why are you annoyed?" Your whispers in her ear make her heat up faster. "Do you want it that badly?"

"Damnit, if you get me, what are you waiting for?"

Yeah, what are you waiting for? You carry Yena to the bedroom, and she pulls you in for a kiss as soon as you lay her down on the bed.

"Ah, hurry up oppa..."

You're not an aggressive lover, but Yena's figure, her soft moans, her hungry touches, they inflame you and stoke your passion. And the same is true for Yena—your husky whispers, your daring grabs and squeezes, your rough lips on hers, they all make her burn hotter and wetter.

During the kiss Yena has taken off her top, and her smooth skin is all exposed for you to touch. She also takes off your clothes, feeling you up hungrily. With one hand you grab and squeeze her slim waist, increasing the heat in her; with the other you easily unsnap her bra.

"I can't wait..." Yena whines as she removes her pants.

"No, you must wait." Yena's soft breasts are amazing, and you grab them as you kiss her. Her nipples are stiff in your hands, and you confirm that with your lips. Yena's breathing quickens, her legs squirming and rubbing together.

"Oppa, I can't take it anymore, touch me!"

"I am touching you."

"Down there... hmm!" Yena spreads her legs slightly, and you slip one hand underneath her panties.

You've rendered Yena a wet mess down there, and your fingers are already drenched.

"More oppa, I want more!" Yena's inside is soft, it makes you want to keep touching and feeling her. And Yena feels every movement of your fingers in her, stroking and scratching her itch. She grabs your arm and pulls you, urging you to get deeper in her pussy. She becomes unable to talk, communicating instead by the scratches she leaves on your arm. Even more of her slick comes out as you gently rub her clit with your thumb.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna— Ahh!"

"Cum!" Your hand movements become even rougher, and you instantly push Yena to her climax.

"Ah oppa, wait, hnng!" Yena crumbles underneath the wave of pleasure, and only two things leave her stiff form—her uncontrollable moans of orgasm and her slick coating her toned thighs. "Ha... Oh my god!" The Yena in front of you is erotic, and your hunger grows. You remove your clothes before your meal.

A fresh duck is the most delicious of meals to devour.

"Mmm, o—oppa!" The pressure inside Yena grows exponentially, and in one thrust you almost completely fill her.

"Fuck that's good!" Yena's pussy is tight, forcing a curse out of you. "Yena you feel so good."

"You too, you're so big— Ah!" You push in slightly further, and Yena feels your cock far inside her. "Hnngh, that's so deep..."

"You good?" But you're already moving, and Yena can only moan in response. The bedroom is filled with the sounds of your bodies clapping together in symphony.

"Oppa if you go that hard— Fuck!" Yena begins to lose her mind as your bodies come together again and again. "It's so good!"

At her words you grab Yena by the waist and fuck her even harder, and she announces her orgasm with a scream. The tightness of her pussy is amazing, and her pale skin slowing turning red in pleasure brings you to your limit.

"Fuck I'm close Yena, where—"

"Ha! Just, just!" Her legs are wrapped around your hips, so there was no other place to cum. But you wanted to hear it from her.

"Just what?" One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts. On the third thrust you bump against her cervix, and Yena erupts.

"Fuck just cum in me oppa, fill me up!" There we go. You follow Yena's wishes and fill her up with thick white seed. "It's so warm in me..."

After pulling out the your load flows fast and freely out between Yena's legs. She scoops up some of the white fluid with a finger and licks it clean. "You're delicious, hehe."

"You want more?"

"Do you have more? I thought you're just a one-and-done, no?" Yena's bratty tone! It makes you inflamed once more.

"What makes you think that?" You stand up and lift Yena's light frame up. That's not the only thing standing, and you easily stuff Yena again. In surprise Yena wraps her arms tightly around your neck, and her pussy does the same around your cock.

"Hnngh!" You grab Yena's butt and start fucking her up and down on you. The position renders Yena speechless, and all she can do is scream and squelch around you. Her breasts jiggling up and down is hypnotizing, and you suck and lick her nipples as you fuck her harder and deeper.

"Wait oppa, it’s too much! Fuck, you're going to ruin my pussy!" Finally Yena orgasms and drenches your crotch in her juices, and your own climax washes over you similarly. You pull her hips flush with yours and creampie her thoroughly. Yena feels every shot of cum into her, and she announces each one with a moan in your ear. One, two, three, four... you've blasted more cum into her than your first load.

"You feel so good Yena, fuck!"

"Me too... Am I heavy?"

"A little? It's okay, I can still carry you."

"A little! Put me down!" As soon as her feet touches the floor Yena almost falls over on her weak legs.

"See, you have no strength right now!"

"It's all because of you, why did you fuck me so hard!"

"Because you liked that..." You relent under Yena's cute pout. "Fine, it's my fault, happy?" Yena kisses you cutely in acceptance of your apology.

"Yes, your fault! Carry me, let's shower!" The two of you take your time cleaning up. As you get dressed Yena has another question for you.

"Do you have to go tonight? Sleep with me here!" She begs of you adorably, so you agree.

"Should I?" The two of you end up cuddling together on the bed, trying to fall asleep.

The key word here is trying, and after an hour you're shaken awake by Yena.

"Are you awake?"

"I am now, what's up?"

"I don't really feel like sleeping tonight, you know..." Everything begins again with her cute tone.

"Fine, what do you want to do then?" Yena pulls her shorts down.

"We could you know, do other things." You push Yena on to all fours, and she is hit by a thought as you enter her again.

Some things are best done from behind!

You're not a lustful person, Yena just renders you a lustful animal. In return you turn Yena crazy, into a duck in heat.

"Ah! Fuck me hard and deep oppa! Make me miss all my schedules tomorrow!"

A/N: Definitely hard writing it in Korean, as you can see a lot of my sentences are short, and there’s not a lot of different structures, so that’s a limitation there. It's also short, because I don't have the vocab to describe things as well lol. Vocalizations though felt easier to write, as I think Korean lends itself to more onomatopoeia than English. There were some Korean slang terms for sex and fucking I had fun with in the Korean version (the whole duck and devouring thing here), but those don’t translate well naturally. Anyways, just wanted to try it out, thanks for reading!

어떤사람 만들기 - 예나

부인 성명: 일단은, 그냥 한국어 야설을 한번이라도 해보고싶어서 이거 썼습니다. 제가 한국인아니고, 한국어도 원어민가아니라서 띄어쓰기이나 맞춤법이나 문법이나 틀림점이 양해부탁드립니다. 영어버전도 따로 올리게습니다.

Disclaimer: I just wanted to try writing a smut in Korean so I wrote this. I’m not Korean and not a native Korean speaker, so if there’s any spacing, spelling, or grammar issues, please understand. English version will be posted separately.

"예나야 일어나,영화 끝났다, 나 간다."

"음?오빠! 좀, 쉬고가?"

또 시작된다, 니가 그런사람 아니다.

"쉬어? 너 아까 잣찮아, 코도 골면서."

예나가 니가 안아고 버티고있어.

"아니, 오빠도 쉬어야지, 응?"

"그래? 그럼 내가 자고가?" 니가 예나옆에서 떠나고 소파에서 누웠다.

"아니, 침대에서 자야지 오빠!" 삐져지는 예나가 귀엽다.

"아니야, 여기도 좋은데, 그냥 자고가다매."

"야! 꼭 내가 대놓고 말해야돼? 아!" 니가 갑자기 일어나서 예나랑 입슬이 맞았다. 그녀의 몸이, 니포옹안에서 슬슬 뜨거워진다.

"잘 알아들어는데? 왜 이렇게 삐져?" 예나귀에 니말이 얘한테 너무 흥분되. "그렇게 원하는거야?"

"이씨, 알아들어면 뭐하는거야!"

그래, 지금 니가 뭐하는거야? 바로 예나를 들고 침실에 이동했다. 침대에 내리는 순간 예나 바로 니셔츠를 잡고 키스한다.

"아... 오빠 빨리..."

니가 적극적인 사람 아니다. 만, 예나의 몸매, 예나의 작은 신음소리, 예나의 고픈한 손동작, 다 너를 적극적인 사람으로 만든다. 사실은, 예나도 그럿다. 너의 허스키 한 속삭임, 너의 과감한 손짓, 너의 살짝 거친한 입슬, 다 예나를 너무나 흥분하게 만든다.

키스사이에 예나의 상의 벗었다, 그부드러운 피부가 다 니손안에있다. 예나도 니옷벗고 니근육이 계속 만진다. 넌 한손으로 예나의 날씬한 허리위에 계속 맴돌어서, 예나도 열이 오라간다. 또한손은, 예나의 등에서 손쉽게 브라를 풀었다.

"못참겠어..." 예나는 징징거리면서 바지를 내린다.

"참아." 예나의 말랑말랑한 가슴이 너무좋아, 키스하면서 계속 만져. 손안에 꼭지도 딱딱해졌다, 입으로 확인해야지. 예나의 숨소리도 빨라진다, 다리가 계속 부비고있다.

"오빠! 예나 못참아, 빨리 만져줘!"

"만지고 있잖아."

"밑에... 음!" 그말대로 예나가 다리를 살짝 뻗다. 너도 한손로 예나속옷안에 들어갔다.

넌 예나를 물이많은여자가 만들었다. 손가락 다리사이에 들어면 벌써 젖어있어.

"아! 오빠 더... 더 놓줘!" 예나 몸안에 너무 부더럽고 따뜻하다, 계속 만지고싶다. 예나도 니손가락을 하나하나 잘 느낀다, 긁어도 긁어도 너무 좋아. 예나는 니팔을 잡고 땡겨, 질안에 더 깊게해다라는뚯. 예나는 슬슬 말이 못하가지고 손톱으로 니팔에서 자극을 남겨지다. 엄지로 예나의 크리토리스를 살짝 쑤셔다가 갑짝스럽게 예나의애엑은 더 나온다.

"갈, 갈거 같아, 항!"

"가!" 니손동작은 그녀안에 더 거치게 음직여서 순식간으로 예나는 바로 절정이 온다.

"아 오빠! 잠깐, 으으으음!" 예나온몸이 쾌락한테 무너진다. 거의 마비된몸이 두가지만 나와, 오르가즘중 못참은 신음소리과 탱탱한 허박지사이에 흐르나온 애액. "하... 하..." 눈앞에 보이는 예나가 아주 야하고 니 욕심이 생겨. 식사을 준비위해 니온몸의 웃 다 벗었다.

잡아먹는 오리가 제일 맛.

"헉! 오, 오빠!" 예나 안에 압박감이 바로 오라간다. 니물건은 한방로 거의 다 밀어버렸어.

"씨발, 너무 좋아!" 예나보지 조이는것, 너도 욕을 못참게 나와. "우리예나 너무 맛있어."

"오빠도, 오빠것 너, 너무 커... 아!" 살짝 더 밀면서, 예나은 니 자지가 더 깊숙히 느껴진다. "기, 깊어..."

"좋아?" 근데 이미 음직이기 시작했다. 예나는 너 때문에 대답도 못하고 신음만 낸다. 침실에서 몸사이 그 퍽퍽 소리가 나서 떡공장를 되어버린다.

"아! 오빠 그렇게 박은면, 하아!" 몸과몸 치면서 예나도 슬슬 정신을 못 차리게되. "미친 것 같아!"

니가 예나 허리 꽉 잡고 더 세개 박았어, 예나가 미칠 때까지! 예나 비명로 오르가즘을 선언했다. 예나 보지 조여도 또 조여, 그느낌이 너무 끌린다! 예나의 하얀피부 가 좀좀 빨개져세 너도 흥분되서 한계왔다.

"못 참겠어 예나야... 어디해?"

"하, 하! 그, 그냥!" 예나 다리가 니허리 감싸해서 이미 답정너인데, 넌 그말 듣고싶어.

"그냥 뭐?" 한번, 두번, 세번. 세번째 때 니물건은 자궁까지 쳤어. 예나도 터졌어.

"씨발 그냥 싸줘! 안에 잔뜩싸줘!" 니가 그말듣고 예나 원한대로 보지에 하얀정액를 뜸복히 쌓이다. "하, 하! 너무 뜨거워..."

뺀후에 예나 다리사이에 정액이 줄줄나온다. 그녀가 한 손가락로 하얀물을 모여서 살짝 핥았어. "오빠도 맛있어, 히히."

"더 줄까?"

"더 줄 수 있어? 오빠 한방 하고 끝나는것 아냐?" 또, 예나 그 얍삽한 말투! 또 니가 적극적으로 만든다.

"칫! 못 줄 주알아?" 그말 하고 넌 서서 예나 그가벼운 몸을 들었다. 너의 또 서는 물건가 다시 예나안에 쉽게 들어가서 꽉찬다. 예나가 놀래서 니뒤목을 잡고, 보지도 더 조였다.

"흥으으응!" 예나 엉덩이 붙들하고 위아래로 밀친다. 그 자세 가 그녀를 말이 못하게 만들어. 예나가 소리만지르고, 질도 물소리만 척척나. 예나 가슴이 흔들흔들한 모습이 너무 끌려서 니입으로 살짝 빨고 핥아. 동시에 예나을 더 세게, 더 깊게 박았어.

"아 오빠, 오빠 안돼, 몸이 이상해! 밑에, 보지가 망가져!" 마지막에 예나가 오르가즘와서 애액은 두사람 가랑이를 쏟아진다. 같은 시간에 너도 절정 밀려온다. 두몸이 틈없이 밀착되서 바로 예나안에 질싸해줬어. 자세 때문에 너무나 잘느끼는 예나가 니귀옆에 신음로 반응했어. 그녀의 소리뜻고 한발, 두발, 세발, 네발, 그전보다 더많이 쌌어.

"아 씨발, 너무 좋아 예나야."

"나두... 내가 안무거워?"

"조금? 괜찮아, 아직 들 수 있어."

"조금? 조금! 이씨, 빨리 내려줘!" 바닥에 닿자마자 예나가 다리힘이 없어서 넘엊질 뻔 했어.

"거봐, 다리에 힘 플어 잖아!"

"흥! 다 오빠 때문이지! 왜 그렇게 세게 박아!"

"너 그런것 좋아하면서..." 삐죽하는 예나가 귀여워서 봐준다. "됐어, 오빠 잘 못했어, 응?" 예나도 너한테 뽀뽀로 봐준다.

"그레, 오빠탓! 우리 씻자, 태워줘." 두사람 화장실에 가서 천천히 씻었어. 옷 정리하면서 예나가 또 물어본다.

"오빠, 오늘 안가면 안돼? 같이 자자!"  예나가 되게 간절해 보여서 동의했어.

"그럴까?" 두사람이 한침대에서 안고 자.

자야되는데. 한시간뒤, 예나는 널 껬어.

"잤어?"

"거의? 왜?"

"난 오늘따라 자고 싶지않은데... 어떡해?" 그귀여운 말투로 또 시작했어.

"안자면 뭔해?" 예나가 바지를 내렸어.

"뭐하긴, 먹어야지." 예나를 밀어서 엎들렸어. 삽입 느끼면서 예나가 생각이났어.

뒤로치는 떡은 제일맛!

넌 욕심이 많은 사람가 아니고, 예나가 널 욕심이 많은 사람로 만들어. 그리고 넌, 예나가 정신 못차리게, 발정난 오리 처럼 만들어야지.

"아! 오빠 빨리 세게 박아줘, 깊게! 예나 스케줄이 못 가게 해줘!"

A/N: 여기까지 읽어주신면 감사합니다. 더 자세한 생각은 영어버전 끝에 있습니다.

CCDI/0401 - Chuu

A/N: Consider this as a thank you because recently I just hit 1500+ followers! Please enjoy!

“Do I really need to join you for this episode Jiwoo?” You ask your girlfriend Kim Jiwoo as she’s dragging you inside a studio for a shooting of ChuuCanDoit. “Yes oppa! Trust me, you’ll like this episode!” You roll your eyes as it’s late in the afternoon, you were really hoping to get some barbecue tonight.

As you enter the studio, you did notice that Jiwoo is wearing quite a long trench coat. It’s not raining and it’s not cold enough for this kind of attire, what could she be up to?

“Jiwoo-ah, what’s with the get up? Are you going to interrogate someone?” You chuckle as Jiwoo just looks back at you with her usual big smile. “It’s a surprise!” You didn’t know what to feel, whether to be terrified what might come next or feel excited.

“And we’re here!” Jiwoo pushes open the door leading to an open dance studio, but something has caught your eye. You would never imagine in a million years that this is what Jiwoo would be doing.

Pole dancing.

“Jiwoo, I thought this season is about… Exercising?” Jiwoo walks to the wall with a coat hanger and looks over at you with a smirk. “It is! A lot of core exercises!” Jiwoo then pulls off her coat exposing her body, wearing only a bright blue yoga short and a tight white Adidas tank top. Her pale skin is at its maximum exposure, you don’t even think Jiwoo is wearing a bra under the tank top.

“J-J-Jiwoo?” You were flabbergasted, astonished, and, shocked. You lost all thoughts, your mind came to a blank, lost as ever when Jiwoo started walking towards you. You watched as each step she took, the more her white, thick and milky thighs would jiggle, ever since leaving BBC and working out more for CCDI, Jiwoo has been looking much healthier, much tastier.

The closer she got, the better look you get. You can confirm that Jiwoo is definitely not wearing… Breast support as her cute little titties are bouncing freely underneath her top. Now being so fixated on her chest, you notice her nipples are started to erect do to being exposed to colder air than being warm underneath her jacket.

“Hey! My eyes are up here!” Jiwoo points to her eyes with one hand, then taking the tripod bag off you with her other hand, with of course her large smile. “What are you up to?” Jiwoo opens the bag to stand a tripod up and attaching a single camera that Jiwoo carried with her. “I told you, it’s to record a special episode of ChuuCanDoIt!”

You shrug as you take your jacket off and hang it up next to hers, then finding somewhere to sit but only to find there’s a single seat in the room and that’s generally behind the camera, the best view to watch Jiwoo as she can make eye contact with you.

Jiwoo walks over to the windows and undo the blinds, covering the view outside and to keep the following event inside for you and your eyes only. The one smiling and happy peach, the Jiwoo that the world knows as Chuu, has completely changed. “Time for our lesson.” Jiwoo slowly walks towards the pole with a smirk, keeping eye contact with you.

You swallowed all the saliva that was pooled in your mouth, ever so often you see Jiwoo act like this, and it never fails to make you salivate. “Now let’s get started on some of the basics. I saw this online while researching.” Jiwoo then grabs the pole a feet inches taller than her height, then slight hopping up for her leg to wrap around it so she could hold herself up.

“Oppa! Look! I’m on a pole!” Jiwoo giggles as she starts spinning herself around the pole. You couldn’t help yourself but chuckle at her excitement, but that changed like a flip of a switch. Jiwoo’s giggles have disappeared and became a focused although seductive glare. The now to be pole dancer has brought her other hand to the pole so now she’s fully faced at the pole.

You watch Jiwoo bring her other leg forward resulting in her leaning back, leaning quite back. Jiwoo’s back was facing you which in turn, the more she leans back, the more cleavage gets more exposed towards you. Jiwoo releases the pole from her leg’s grasp, and gently letting herself slip in towards the pole, making contact with the lips in between her thighs.

“Ahhh…”

The coldness of the pole has made contact making Jiwoo a smidge sensitive, while you also start becoming “sensitive.” Jiwoo tightens her grip around the pole with her thighs, her squeals grow louder the more she rubs herself around the pole.

You feel your pants starting to tighten up, oh how you want to pin Jiwoo to the floor right now and ruin her tight pussy, but instead you sat there quietly trying to hold yourself. “Wooo, I’m getting dizzy.” You can see Jiwoo loosen her grip around the pole in between her thighs, she starts sliding down, slowly.

Very slowly.

“Mmmmmm… Ahh…” You can see the pole where Jiwoo was holding herself to is glistening a little more than before. “Oo… It seems I glazed the pole…” You watched her slowly land on the floor; she slowly pulls one of her hands away to see that she’s touched the sticky residue. “Oh, it’s become sticky.” She says while spreading her fingers slowly to watch the residue spread in between.

“I wonder…” To your surprise, Jiwoo slips in her index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and making a small popping noise once she pulls out of her mouth. “That was good, do you want to see me try more?” Jiwoo directs her eyes towards you with a little smirk, while her finger is being slightly bitten between her teeth.

You nod your head to let Jiwoo know that you want her to continue, and so, she does. “I need more flavour.” Jiwoo then brings her hand down to an emerging wet spot of her shorts, she moans at the slightest touch from herself, if it were you, she would be on the table already getting her ass blasted.

Jiwoo digs in a little, trying to scoop up more of the juices out of her now juicing pussy. “Ahhh... I hope I’m getting a lot…” Jiwoo then sucks on her middle and ring fingers, as those were the main fingers she used. You then started biting your bottom lip, getting quite anxious as you don’t know if you can pull your pants down and start stroking.

“Are you getting horny oppa?” Jiwoo then lays back on the floor, raising both her knees up, feet planted on the floor. “Take off your pants.” Jiwoo commands you before she started massaging her small breast through that thin tank top she decided to wear today, you guess that’s why Jiwoo isn’t wearing a bra.

Convenience.

With question or retorts, you pull your pants and underwear together in one go, flinging your manhood out in the brisk air of the room. “Aw, yeah… That’s right…” Jiwoo proceeds to lift her shirt up, exposing one of her boobs, all for the camera in front to record. “Start stroking.” Her wish is your command.

You started stroking for the amusement of Jiwoo. The once innocent peach has changed to one that’s beginning to ripen and squirt it’s juices out, all for you to watch. The now horned up peach laying on the floor, is pinching her bare nipple, slowly rubbing her clothed folds along the pole that she’s still very much attached to.

Jiwoo’s moans grow stronger as she continued watching you stroke yourself, every minute or see to tell you to do it either faster or slower. You can see from her strokes along the pole is getting stronger, deeper even.

“Fuck… Ah… Oppa, you look so- Ha- Hot…” Jiwoo adds her free hand, rubbing her clit still outside of her shorts, it has come to your attention she isn’t wearing underwear either. “Ah, yes! Yes! There!” Jiwoo stimulating herself from her clit and the pole at the same time, pinching her nipple harder than ever.

And in one loud scream, the small wet stain in between her thighs has now made her short in a giant piece of wet fabric. “Ah fuck… That was… Great…” Jiwoo’s body now rests on the floor with her lower half in a pool of her liquids. You were still hard as a rock, stroking yourself to the mess on the floor.

“I don’t think that was- Ha- Enough for an episode.” Jiwoo catches her breathe for a moment before sitting up, moving away from the pole for a second. “Let’s make this easier now.” She stands up, grabbing the hem of her shorts to only pull them down and get thrown to the side. “It’s laundry day anyways.”

You watched the shorts hit the floor; a loud wet slap was all that was heard from the drenched pair of shorts. You move your sights back to Jiwoo who’s now on all fours, moving back up into the pole. “Is she really going back to masturbating on the pole?” Is what you thought before her now expose pussy lips make contact with the assuming cold metal.

You watch Jiwoo bring her peach up in the air, the folds in between her legs, her thighs, envelop part of the pole. There were signs of hunger in her that you never seen before, a level of horniess that never had been reached before, a whole new version of Jiwoo that no one outside of you would never ever see.

Jiwoo’s face falls on the floor, pleasure can be seen from the expressions on her face, she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. Her face turns into a beet red, you can feel the room warming up with all the heat coming off of Jiwoo. You continue stroking for Jiwoo to watch as she started to stimulate her clit while feeling herself onto the pole and the other hand grabbing her left breast, massaging it and rubbing her nipples.

“Oh, fuck Wooming.”

You felt a sudden urge in yourself watching Jiwoo make herself in a hot fucking mess on the floor, but you felt like something was missing. “What’s wrong oppa?” Jiwoo stopped her actions, slowly moving away from the pole. You were confused why she’s stopped, but Jiwoo slowly approaches you on all fours with a smirk on her face.

“I bet you need help, you can’t do it by yourself.” Jiwoo’s voice was low, stimulating and in a sultry tone that you don’t hear so often. “Does baby need help?” She asks as she crawls in front of you, now her arms on top of your lap, resting her head on her arms as she stares and holds onto your cock.

“It looks so good… It feels so hard… I wonder how it’ll feel inside me.” Jiwoo’s expression changed from wondering to a large smile. “Tell me, does baby need help?” She begins to stroke your cock for you, waiting for your reply. “I need help Wooming.” But she doesn’t do anything, just continuing slowly, long strokes. “What was that?”

“Baby needs help.”

And with that, Jiwoo acts. She straightens herself up and places both hands on each of your thighs, leaning closer to your crotch, kissing your little head then spitting on it. “Let me take care of baby.” A smirk is seen on her face while she rubs her mouth made lubricant around your forever erected cock, but that smirk goes away in a snap of a finger due to Jiwoo swallowing up your piece in her mouth.

Your moan reaches an all time high, never had Jiwoo ever deep throated you before. It turns you on harder and harder hearing Jiwoo gagging due to you inside of her mouth, in a moment she pulls out to take a breath but goes immediately back in, sucking you off the best she can. Her tongue making laps around and around the tip of the head.

Her hand jerking you off while you’re still inside her mouth. You felt a sensation coming, a familiar feeling, you were going to bust.

“Jiwoo! I’m going to-”

Jiwoo stops and let’s go, stopping the process of the nut. “What the fuck!? Jiwoo, why?!” You were mad, confused, you felt like you got the biggest blue ball ever until…

Jiwoo is back on all fours, ass facing you and a pleading face looking back at you.

“Can baby fuck me?”

Messy (ft. Kep1er Chaehyun)

WC: 1.3k
Genre: smut, Chaehyun x m!reader
A/N: Just reuploading under my real pseudonym.

She came home ecstatic and excited, but why is she like this? Oftentimes you speak to yourself, but no speaking could be done when her lips were entangled with yours. You watched her have fun, sing, dance, and have the best time of her life on stage. You thought she would feel tired from all that, but it seemed as if she never lost energy.

“I missed you, oppa.” She spoke in between kisses. “I wish you were there on stage with me. We could have made a show up there.”

Stunned, you had no other choice but to let her do what she wanted. Was it shock or was it fear? You lacked the brainpower to process all these thoughts rushing into your head. As your mind was in overdrive, she was in overdrive as well, pushing you, making out with you until you tripped over the couch’s arm. She leaped onto you. Her full weight landed on you as she pressed her lips against yours.

Her kisses weren’t as soft as they used to be. She was soft, gentle, innocent before today. That goodbye kiss she gave you, heavenly, sweet, warm. If you had no vision, you’d think you’re kissing a different person. Someone really desperate to get laid as if their life was in the balance. It seemed that way as you were matching her kisses, but it’s the same person as before.

No hello, no greetings. She dove in right as she entered. Not even a change of clothes, but you didn’t want her to change. You had never seen her wear such a dress when she walked on the red carpet. She was stunningly gorgeous. Her curves accentuated and her curves in full display. You knew she would be the center of attention. She’s the center after all. But too bad for those gazing eyes, she would sleep in the center of your bed tonight.

Sitting up stradling you, she took a minute to catch her breath. Compared to her, you were breathing much heavier. Her breathing was lighter, yet efficient. She’s a vocalist after all. “I’m so happy right now, oppa. Let me enjoy this moment,” she said in between breaths. She got off you, grabbed your hand, and led you to your bedroom.

She stopped in front of the bed and turned to you. “Undress me.” You had been fantasizing about that all day since you saw her on the red carpet. No hesitation, you obey. You ripped her dress off right away. Was it a rental? Did the company let her use it for today? It didn’t matter. It’s ruined anyways. She was left in a bra that stopped her mounds from bouncing all over as the camera was pointed at her. Without them, you would’ve seen a much better sight of her walking down the carpet. Your frustration towards this ripped off her bra to leave her completely topless. Your arms, practically moving on their own, aimed to reach them. Your hand itching to fondle her, but you were stopped in your tracks.

“Oppa, not so fast. You’re not yet done undressing me,” she teased. So instead, your hands went down to her panties. You rushed to pull them off but a familiar smell caught your attention. You saw her lower lips glistening, dripping juices down her milky thighs. “I’ve been wet all day, oppa. Can you clean it for me?”

Again no hesitation, you obey. Your tongue ran up her thighs to catch every drop of fluid. Hypnotized by the scent and taste, you gripped her thighs that you slowly spread apart. You had never given this much attention to her legs, so this was new to her as well, and clearly she was enjoying it. Small mmm’s escaped her sealed lips.

After lapping up her thighs, you were thirsty for more. One lick was all it took and her legs weakened, falling onto the bed behind her, but it only gave you a better position. You knelt between her legs and continued your lapping. You brushed your tongue against her inner folds and felt her shake. A couple more and she was basically vibrating. 

You were unceasing. You were eating your favorite dessert after all, but you felt her hand pulling you away by the hair. She sat up and kissed you once more deeply, looking for any leftovers on your tongue and anywhere inside your mouth, but by then you had swallowed it all already. “No more left for me?” She pouted.

She grabbed your collar and pushed you to the bed, switching positions with her. She wasted no time in pulling your pants down. Your length sprung out within its confinements. She teased by giving a light slap. “This hard already?” After being turned on by the fine woman on top of you, you couldn’t help yourself. She then exposed your member to the cold air, but not for long as she sheathed it inside her.

A “mmm” turned into an “ahh” as the pleasure overcame her. This wasn’t the first time you entered her, but she was still as tight as ever. She leaned forward, grabbing your shoulders for support. She took a few moments to regain her composure while adjusting to your length. She raised her hips until your tip was left inside, then sunk back down, causing another “ahh” to come out of her. You placed both hands on her lower cheeks to guide her in fucking herself onto you.

Your member glided smoothly going in and out of her courtesy of her wetness. Her ass clapped against your pelvis every time you penetrated her. All the while you were maintaining eye contact. Her assertive expression slowly lost, replaced by a more needy one. She clearly needed this.

You were hitting her G-spot this whole time, which explains her slowly losing herself. Her arms this time started shaking until it weakened. She no longer could hold herself up, so she bent down until her face was beside yours. As she grinded against your crotch, you took the initiative by thrusting into her. Her rhythmic moans grew louder and increased in pitch. She really is the main vocalist. She sunk onto you deeper as you continued fucking her. You felt her mounds press against your chest and her walls tighten.

“I’m cumming,” she cried out. One, two, three slaps of the skins followed before she paused. You felt a gush of even more fluids seep out along with the pulsation of her walls. Her breathing followed a steady rhythm while the pulsation followed in double time. She was a mess laying on top of you, yet she still didn’t waste time.

As she got off you, she pulled you up to a sitting position while she knelt between your legs. Finally able to taste herself after leaking all day, she inserted your length into her mouth. Her lips surrounded your cock and glided up and down its length, and to fully taste herself, she added her tongue to the mix. She was thorough in cleaning your messy erection, which in effect pushed you to your limits.

Your orgasm soon followed. In an overload of different sensations, you didn’t feel it coming, but did when you shot ropes of cum into her mouth. Hours of arousal came to this. Your load filled her mouth so much that it seeped out and dripped down her chin. After swallowing your first load, more were still filling her up. She didn’t bother catching the semen dripping out. She wasn’t done.

After your high subsided and her emptying her mouth, she straddled you, smiling brightly. She stroked your hair a couple times before pulling it to face her.

“I missed you so much, oppa.” She kissed you.

“I missed you t—mmmf—” You were cut off by her shoving her breast into your mouth. She knew you were especially aroused by her tits as she teased you the whole day with them. Only a few licks and flicks later, you regained your hardness and she regained her wetness, as if you didn’t clean each other up earlier. She was relentless, and you were only there to enjoy the ride. 

The Grind Never Stops (ft. Kep1er Xiaoting)

WC: 4.8k
Genre: smut, xiaoting x m!reader
A/N: Made a few changes from the previous iteration of this. Just reuploading it under my real pseudonym

The grind never stops, day in and day out.

Fitness was your escape. A way to release all your pent-up stress from life, and it was hers too. One day you were working out as usual when suddenly a goddess walked through the door. Everyone had their eyes on her, including yours. Jaws dropped lower at her every step, every twist of her curvy hips.

She was relatively tall with amazing body proportions—long legs, slim waist, and with a bit of muscle. She had sizeable breasts, not huge but not too small either. Her crop top accentuated her abs; this clearly isn't her first gym.

From a corner of the room, you heard a group of women mumbling to each other while the men kept staring, almost drooling. She had her earphones on and was focused on scanning the room for which equipment she will be using. As per every proper workout, she started with a bit of stretching. At this point, some resumed their regular workout. You however couldn't stop staring, not because you were completely mesmerized by her physique—although that's not completely false—but also because she was stretching right in front of you.

You complete your regular set of curls, but another set or two won't hurt, right? She is turned away from you, so her greatest asset was in full view. You could've thanked the gods for yoga pants at that very moment. Your curls slowed but not because of fatigue (in fact you felt far from fatigued). A million thoughts rushed into your head. Wild thoughts, horny thoughts, thoughts that you would never tell your friends, until she turned around and looked in your direction.

Your heart stopped beating for a second. Time slowed down for a second. You had that K-drama-esque moment where cheesy music started playing, random sparkles popped up around her face, and the camera closed in on her to capture her beauty. But not even the highest quality camera can fully capture the sight that had you stunned, that is, her beauty. 

She started walking in your direction. You stopped your curling to seem a bit more approachable but not look at her to not seem creepy. She’s getting closer, so you took a breath to calm yourself. Three steps away from you, you opened your mouth ready to speak. But when she got right beside you, she continued walking. Whoops. You looked at her walking away. Apparently, she was going to the treadmills. Of course, you weren’t the only one to stare at her walking away voluptuously. 

Other than catching a few glimpses here and there, nothing really happened with her. The two of you were merely two strangers working out in the same gym. At first, you didn’t really think much of it. You’ve seen hotties come and go. In the gym, outside the gym, in the park, in a restaurant, in the grocery store. Basically everywhere, just to be forgotten after a few minutes.

After finishing your workout, you took a quick shower before leaving. You see her again on your way out. 

“Hey,” the word just slipped out. You weren’t planning on starting a conversation, but here you are accidentally starting one.

“Hey,” she responded, walking along with you.

“You done for today?

“Mhm.”

“I—uh—I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?”

“Yeah. Moved in last week.”

“Mmm, it doesn’t seem like you’re new to the gym though.”

“Ah. Yeah, I only did home workouts. Plus my boyfriend has a gym in his house.”

W-wait. Can we rewind that? Did you hear that correctly? You hesitated, but before you could get out your next few words, a car rolled up in front of you. The window rolled down when a man’s voice sounded from inside. “Hop in.”

She hopped in the front seat of the car. You took a quick look inside to see the burly man staring at you menacingly. You could only stand back up straight immediately.

“Took you long enough,” the man greeted her. She rolled her eyes as she closed the door before shooting you a smile.

“Bye.” The woman said as they drove away. Yikes.

As the car faded into the distance, that thought entered your head once again. She’s just another hottie you see once and never again, except this time you had a bit more interaction than usual. You went back home a bit more energized than a few minutes ago.

Almost a month has passed. You were doing your regular workouts again as always. Sweaty men and women worked out around you, grunts all over the place, and everyone minding only their own business. While running on the treadmill however, you started hearing mumbling. Is something going on? Then a woman got onto the adjacent treadmill to yours. It’s her again, but she didn’t have that same glow from when you last saw her. Before, she was radiating hot, but now she had lost some of that radiation. You checked her out: she still looked the same as before, just as hot as ever, but something was off. She had a darker aura, but maybe it’s the all black clothes.

“Hey,” the word slipped out again. She turned her head towards you in the middle of adjusting the settings for her machine.

“Hey,” she replied back.

“Didn’t see you for a while.”

“I was busy.”

“Busy? What’s your work?”

“Something in dance.”

“Dance?” That took you by surprise. “Can you show me a few dance moves?”

“Not on a treadmill.”

“Right.” Well that was a stupid question. “How about that guy you were with before? Is he a dancer?”

She was caught by surprise. Her face went gloomier; her aura darkened. “No, he doesn’t, and that was my ex.”

“Oh, sorry.” Another stupid question. You’re 2 for 2. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine,” she responded. Her expression worsened as she lowered her head. You checked on her.

“He seemed like he danced too so I thought you two were dance partners or something. A-anyways, what kind of dance are you���” Thud!

All of a sudden, she fell out of balance and stumbled off the machine onto the ground. You rushed to give her aid. You immediately checked for any wounds or bruises. Gladly there were none, but she didn’t seem good. Other people turned their attention to the loud thud as well. Some even offered aid, but you already covered it.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t seem okay though. Why don’t we call it a day and get some rest.”

She nodded. You placed her arm around you as you guided her up to a seat near the exit.

She's noticeably a mess. You asked about her ex when she fell. You thought maybe she broke up with her boyfriend. It made sense given that she was with that guy last month who she called her ex. It might have affected her deeply, so you thought it might be best to completely avoid that topic from here on out.

She's new to the city too. She probably needed some company, so you offered to take care of her, to which she agreed. You then asked for her address so you could take her home. She was hesitant at first, but gave it anyway. You guided her to your car and drove off.

She lived in a small apartment—studio type, one bedroom and one bathroom. With all doors open, you could see all rooms at the same time when you opened the door, including the kitchen and living room. You brought her to the couch where she sat holding a cold pack on her head while you got her a cup of water.

She seemed fine after tending to her needs. "I guess I'll be going now," you uttered with your body about to turn to the exit.

"N-no!" She exclaimed.

"Pardon?" You were caught by surprise.

"Sorry, uh, please stay." She resumed her resting position. "I don't have anyone."

"Um, sure." Though you had nothing to do that day, you hesitatingly agreed to do so.

The both of you engaged in some small talk. Her name is Xiaoting, a dancer from China who came to your city in hopes of finding a job. She taught in a dance studio 15 minutes away from her place. Her boyfriend lived in the city next door where she stayed at first, but then moved out when they broke up. He was a different person when they lived together, she said. She found this apartment in a rush and had been living there only a few days. You were actually her first guest.

You learned a lot about her, she learned a lot about you. Though it was only small talk, your conversation lasted for an hour, which you only realized when you felt hungry. She insisted on grabbing delivery for your troubles, to which you agreed. You then ate lunch together in her apartment.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. She was in need of a friend in this city and you were being one. She's fun, laughs a lot, is more talkative than when you first met, and best of all, she is ten times cuter when she smiles. If it weren't for her work, you could have stayed a few more hours. You then exchanged contact information.

"I'll get going then." She accompanied you to the door.

"Thanks. I had fun," she professed as you stepped out the door. "And sorry for earlier."

"No problem," you remarked. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah." Before you left, she took one step towards you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You looked at her with gleaming eyes as she shut the door in front of you. Going to your car, you were left speechless, processing the events that happened today.

The following day started out just like any other, with only the difference of a non-work related text message greeting you in the morning: [Xiaoting, 07:43: Hey, could you please do me a favor?]

[07:44: Sure, what's up?]

[Xiaoting, 07:44: I left my gym bag at the gym yesterday and I'm stuck at work all day for our dance workshop. Can you pick it up for me please?]

[07:45: Sure np! I can drop it off by noon.]

[Xiaoting, 07:45: Yay! Thank you!]

She was asking for a favor, yet you smiled shyly as if she was in front of you. If anyone else had seen you right at that moment, they would think you're dating or going insane.

After a couple meetings at the company building, you went out early for "lunch break" to drop off Xiaoting's bag at her workplace. As you got to the gym, you spoke to the front desk employee.

"Hey, uh, do you happen to have seen a bag left here yesterday? Y'know, when that one lady fell off the machines?"

"Oh, that girl's bag? Yeah, we have it at the back."

"Great. Can I have it?"

"Hold on, hold on. You ain't her boyfriend. Can't give it to you."

"Well… I'm not. But you see, they, uh—" You leaned in to whisper. "They broke up, and we were hanging out yesterday."

The apparently very spirited employee shouted, "NAWWW YOU DIRTY DAWG!"

You tried to silence the man. "No! No, shhhhh! It's not like that!" You waggled your arms around in the air until he quietened down. "We were just—umm—together, as friends, yesterday."

The smile still remained on the gossipy employee's face however. "But you got them to break up?"

"What?! No! They broke up a few weeks ago!" Unknowingly, you were practically shouting your words so loud that some other gym members heard you. You began hearing random murmurs from around the room again, but this time, their eyes were on you. "J-just give me the bag please?"

"Alright, alright. Just to verify though, what's her name?"

"Xiaoting."

"Shouting? Is that how you pronounce it?"

"Just please, the bag?"

"Fine, fine." The employee walked away and came back with Xiaoting's bag in hand. "Here you go, sir."

"Thanks." You took the bag while staring begrudgingly at the man's sly face. The walk to the car came with a sense of relief yet some fear that the people in the gym will know you as the "girlfriend-stealer."

You got to Xiaoting's workplace not long after. You texted her when you were near, but to no reply, so you headed inside since you were curious as well.

The building wasn't huge from the outside, but it seemed like it was from the inside. Maroon walls with a huge mirror on one side. The dancers were resting on the sides, some eating their lunch and some just on their phones. You looked around for a few moments when she approached you.

"Hey!" Xiaoting, in her singlet and leggings, greeted you.

"Hey! Oh, here's your bag." You handed her the bag.

"Thank you!"

"Huge space you got here." Your eyes wandered in many directions, but mostly landed on her fit body.

"It's nice, isn't it? I love it here." She smiled while looking around the place as well.

Reverting her attention back to you, she asked, "Say, I'm about to grab some lunch. Wanna come with me?" She tilted her head slightly to the right with her hands behind her back twisting a little bit.

"Sure. I'd love to."

"Great! I know this place down the block. You're gonna love it!" She gripped you at the arm, leading you outside. Her enthusiasm led you curious at how this place was.

And of all the places you've been to in the city, you questioned how you hadn't been to this place. Her excitement was justified by how good the food you ate was, and what made it better was the pretty woman smiling from cheek to cheek in front of you. You're a funny guy and she laughs easily. It works out.

Everything was beautiful. From the food to the conversation, to the jokes, and even the weather. Not too shabby for two gym buddies, but everything changed in an instant when one man walked by.

Actually it wasn't just one man, it was a man and a woman, and it wasn't just any man.

"Oh my god." Xiaoting's smile disappeared. "That's my ex-boyfriend."

You turned around and saw a tall, burly man with a petite woman beside him. Xiaoting was in disbelief as the man had his arm around her. You turned back to Xiaoting and proposed to leave the place before shit starts getting serio—

"Well, well." A deep voice sounded from behind you.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Xiaoting asked.

"Taking my girl out to lunch." He pointed to the woman he was with, standing in line. He glared at you next. "Seems like you're out on a date. Sorry for interrupting."

"What's your problem?" She scowled with an expression you never had thought was possible from someone who smiled as much as her.

"My problem is, you went out with this man…" He placed his hand on your shoulder.  "...under my nose when we were still dating."

You slapped his hand away. "Fuck off," you retorted.

"It wasn't even like that," she followed.

"Sure, that's what they all say. And I mean, c'mon. This guy is mid at best. Are you really going out with him?"

"Let's get out of here." Xiaoting said sternly.

You stared down the man, forming fists already with both your hands. However, starting a fight now would not solve any problems, so you backed off and went with Xiaoting.

She gripped you again by the arm, darting towards the exit. The man just stood there and fortunately didn't chase the both of you.

Once outside, Xiaoting did not stop walking until you reached your car. She was clearly distressed and on the verge of tears. "Take me home."

"What? What about your—"

"Just, please."

You had no choice. You opened the front door for her and hopped in the driver's seat right after, heading towards her apartment. The ride was silent. She didn't speak a word, and you let her be.

Upon parking in front, the both of you stayed in the car. She still didn't speak, but she seemed ready to. "Hey," you spoke gently.

"I didn't expect things to be this way." Tears slowly filled her eyes. "He was a lot nicer when we first met. Not at all like that."

You remained silent as she spilled everything.

"He dumps me, throws me out of his house, and now insults me." Her face reddened with anger. She raised a fist in the air, ready to slam your glove compartment. You quickly grabbed her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down, but also to protect your car. She softened after a few moments, dropping her hands in surrender. You rubbed her back to soothe her.

You spoke to her nice words to calm her down. Her heavy breathing slowed down after a while until eventually sadness overtook. She leaned her head on your shoulder while you continued rubbing on her opposite arm.

The tears that formed in her eyes dripped down her cheeks and landed on your gear stick. You were wiping them off when Xiaoting grabbed your hand, sat up slowly, then stared intently into your eyes.

"Let's get you upstairs," you uttered. She nodded in agreement as she let go of your hand. The two of you proceeded to her apartment, walking beside each other along the way.

As soon as she entered, she threw her stuff in her room and sat on the couch. You gave her water then sat beside her. "Are you okay?" The only words that you could think of asking right now.

"I-I don't know how to feel," she muttered. It was only past noon but it had already been a rollercoaster of emotions for her. You could only sit by her as she processed everything that had happened.

"I thought I was fine seeing him. Then he approached me, and then projected onto me, and then insulted you and—" A sudden moment of realization hit her. She lifted her head to face you. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at you again.

The air felt heavy as you were confused about what was happening. Then even more so when she bent towards you and pressed her lips against yours. Your eyes widened, your body froze. She retracted after a few seconds that felt like forever.

"I shouldn't be doing this. I'm sorry." She turned away.

Amidst the confusion, you remained curious. So much has been dumped onto you, but what if…

You mirrored her advances, touching her lips lightly with yours. On first contact, fireworks shot in your head. Deep down, you were secretly waiting for this moment. She kissed you back, engaging in a game of who can capture the other’s lips first. You took the lead by getting her bottom lip, but she retaliated by getting your top lip. It’s a stalemate.

Each kiss went deeper and deeper. Your hands crawled to her waist, feeling her smooth skin and her toned core. She, in turn, sandwiched your face between her hands to pull you closer to her. You leaned in closer and closer only to end up laying on top of her. Her legs rested beside your legs on the edge of the couch. Your fitness showed in how long you could hold yourself up to not place all your weight on her.

Even deeper you went as you probed her cavern with your tongue. She let you in. Your tongues danced around her mouth. Her hands slipped down to your chest, feeling your hard-earned muscles.

After much saliva has been exchanged, you trailed your kisses down to her neck, then shoulders, then her chest, only to stop right where the shirt covered her. Your kisses got her breathing as heavily as when she was mad earlier, but this time for different reasons.

"Can I?" You placed your hands on the hem of her shirt. She nodded amidst her breathing. You took a second first to appreciate what you've made of her. Her eyes closed, mouth wide open with slight moans coming out with every exhale. You then took off her shirt for her. Her bra and toned abs came into view, but what enticed you most was what was underneath.

You resumed where you left on her chest and planted kisses all over. You teased her by leaving kisses just above and in between the two mounds waiting to be freed.

A small "please" came out of her loudening moans as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra for you. And so released two handful breasts. They certainly weren't the biggest you've seen, but they complemented her body well.

You dove straight in, placing your lips above one nipple. As you kissed it, she released the first loud moan you've heard from her. You gave another kiss, which released another moan. You learned she's sensitive and you pleased her with it. You kissed it again, played with it with your tongue, and did the same with the other nipple.

To add to the sensation, you placed a hand on her crotch. Her legs flinched. You then started rubbing gently in a circular motion. Suddenly, her body stiffened as she gripped your bicep tightly. Without warning, she reached her climax. You continued pleasuring her until her orgasm passed.

As she came down from her high, you took off your shirt in front of her. She chuckled, not to laugh at you, but to absorb what had just happened. Hungry for more, hungry for you, she grabbed your shoulders and sat you up on the couch. She stood up to discard her pants, and you followed suit by removing your own. Now both of you were fully naked.

Now you wanted to chase your own climax, and as turned on as you were, you were panting, sweating, waiting for her to make her next move. She returned the favor when she took a second to appreciate the mess she made of you, naked.

She walked alluringly towards you and straddled you. She dove straight in for your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against you. Your erection rubbed against her slit while she grinded on you, teasing you. You felt the dripping juices from her orgasm, smearing on your cock.

For a while, you felt the cold breeze on your dick as she lifted herself up. She lined up your member to her entrance, and slowly pierced herself with it. The cold breeze you felt vanished and was replaced by the warmth of her walls.

She elicited a few moans in your ear as she slowly sunk down. Halfway through, you heard, "It's so big." Now with a boosted ego, you guided her hips until she finally took in all of your length. As she was adjusting, you gave her a few kisses while still allowing her to breathe. You, too, were adjusting to her tightness.

She started moving slowly. She lifted herself up until only your tip remained inside her. You felt the breeze again blow against your cock before she lowered herself once more, faster than before. She then started fucking herself faster and faster until she reached a comfortable speed.

You looked intently into her eyes—her eyes that screamed "fuck me harder"—and harder you did. Thanks to her earlier climax, you didn't have much problem gliding through her slick, though her pussy choked your cock. You felt her walls stretching even more in every penetration.

Your hands didn't remain idle as they roamed up her back, feeling its muscles and to support her. She moaned uncontrollably with her eyes closed. She looked so hot doing so; you couldn't resist. Your lips surrounded her chin and then her jaw, then kissed her neck. Her neck smelled of perfume, sweat, and a bit of shampoo. She held onto you tighter, but her pussy still was tighter.

You leaned her farther back until her face can be seen no longer. You thrusted faster, deeper into her. "You're so much bigger than my boyfriend," she moaned. You hit a spot she never knew existed.

"Just like that," she muttered between moans. You got into a rhythm, one that matched the pace she was bouncing. She grabbed a handful of your hair and clutched it roughly. She grinded against you faster, and you matched her tempo.

Using your hair, she pulled your head towards her. She kissed you deeply for a while before breathily mouthing, "I'm so close." Her moans went from breathy to high-pitched as she reached another, this time stronger, climax. Her grip on your hair was so strong, she might pull your hair off. Her walls pulsated around your length as you felt a gush of fluids from inside her.

She hugged you tightly as she rested with your dick still inside her. Essentially hypnotized, she can only pant heavily whilst frozen in position, yet it only took her a few moments before she started moving her hips again like it's muscle memory to her now as she came down from her high.

Her smiling eyes stared into yours. Her hands palmed your cheeks. The view of her loving smile and ethereal beauty came closer until she kissed you again. This time instead of lust and fiery sex, passion filled the atmosphere. You had made a deep connection—oh, yes, deep—with her, one that felt special to you and her.

She rested her forehead against yours while you admired how beautiful her eyes are, her large sparkling pearls, and within it, an infinite void. Eyes you could get lost in.

You felt her hot breaths on your mouth. She held a slow and steady pace, waiting for your climax.

"Baby, I'm close." Baby. The name instinctively slipped off your tongue. Judging by her smile when she got off, she might have liked it. She kneeled between your legs and grasped your member with her hand, stroking it roughly.

She then followed that with her mouth as she took in your cock. Her head bobbed up and down your length. You felt the wetness of her mouth on your cock and her tongue gliding on its base.

Gluck, gluck, gluck—it echoed around the room. You felt your tip hit the back of her throat on each gluck as her plump lips glided up and down. One deep inhale later, she jeered, "My boyfriend could never reach the back of my throat like that—FUCK."

With a hottest girl on the block on her knees for you and your inflated ego, it didn't take you long to finish. "Baby, agh." That was her signal that you reached your climax. Thick spurts of white gushed into her mouth. Before she could swallow some of it, more rushed in. You filled her mouth so much that some of your seed spilled out onto your cock.

With her hair ruined, her apartment messier, and her mouth filled with cum, she swallowed your seed bit by bit until she was finally able to say something.

"Oh my god, what a mess. I'll get some tissues. Hold on." Her concern for the cleanliness of her apartment was realized only after your wild session. 

She came back to clean the remaining mess on your cock and her mouth. Your erection faded as she dabbed the tissue on your member, making sure to leave it as clean as it was when you entered her apartment.

After throwing away the cum-filled tissues, she came back and giggled when she saw you. She sat beside you once again, leaning towards you. She placed an arm around your shoulders as you placed one arm around her waist. She leaned in to give you a post-sex kiss. Even after having sex with her, her naked body still could turn you on, but reality set in quickly.

"I…" You checked your phone. "...am terribly late for work."

"Oh my god. Me too."

Realizing you're both past your lunch break, you rushed to wear your clothes. It didn't matter whether you looked neat or not, you just had to rush back to work. You finished dressing up first, so you grabbed your car keys and waited for her by the door. She finished not long after, so she grabbed her apartment keys and water bottle, and you both hurried to your car.

Xiaoting fixed herself in the car on the way to her dance studio while you drove at the speed limit. You halted right in front of the building as she readied her stuff.

Before getting off, she kissed you deeply one last time. "Gym tomorrow?" She asked.

"You bet."

"Bye." It really was goodbye for now, but her smile showed "I had fun."

"Bye," you replied.

You watched as she walked away from your car. You watched her hips sway, her ass move from side to side, and her confident walk that of a satisfied Xiaoting. You drove back to your workplace thinking of a good excuse to tell your coworkers of your tardiness.

The former. More songs, more people able to take part (the new group members). I wish they would get together to perform some of the izone songs, but otherwise yeah the festival with the new groups seem good.

Nana Potter [Ft. Woo!Ah Nana] + Announcement

Tags: Smut, Hogwarts AU, Blowjob, Lap Grinding, Banter during Sex, forced creampie Author's Note: Please Stay till the end of this Fic for a huge announcement, you really don't want to miss it.

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In Hogwarts, Punishments are Punishments

As much as people want to believe Hogwarts is a place that understands and let's everyone have its place, the place still has rules or else the entire school will be stuck in eternal anarchy. And of course Punishments have to happen for those who do not obey the rules.

So basically, the situation you were currently in the moment.

You were currently sitting in professor Dumbledore's office, as he looks at you directly with a look that you couldn't be sure if it was anger or disappointment but you could be sure on one thing: you were in BIG trouble and you couldn't run away from it

"Mr Seungkwan…do you understand what you just did?" He calmly said, his right hand scratching his beard while his eyes were directly looking at yours as you felt more and more intimidated by the second.

"...Yes" you said as your eyes looked down, disappointed in yourself that you actions turned out the way they did, but it didn't matter since In Hogwarts Punishments are Punishments and you will have to take responsibility for your actions that cause this entire happening.

However you suddenly hear a bang on the desk, as you look to the right you find Nana, one of the students from Gryffindor and your rival for over your 3 years in Hogwarts, Her face showed only showed Anger, heck she was so furious at the current moment that one wrong sentence can find you dead on the spot, if not physically, then she will kill you mentally.

"Miss Nana-" Dumbledore started talking as his face went to look toward the girl in red and yellow clothing but she immediately stopped the professor's speech In its start "god the nerves that this girl have sometimes" you curse to your own thoughts, looking at her in a look that can only be described as disgust.

"Dumbledore, it is simply not fair what you are doing!" Nana Shouted, "It's not my fault, it's Seungkwan's fault for taunting me, calling my family a dynasty of liars" she added, looking at you with the same anger she looked at Dumbledore before, however in your defense it was true.

You and Nana for the most part were pretty similar, starting from your very high intelligence which already marked you Two as rivals, to how both of you were talented in pretty much everything from magic to alchemy to broom riding, and ended by how most of the house saw you two as leaders, however after this the similarities ends.

Let's first of all start with how you were sorted into Slytherin and how Nana was Sorted into Gryffindor, being the rival houses of each other it was pretty ironic that from this house there will be a rivalry, however your differences also come to your personalities.

While you were pretty closed, preferred to mostly spend your time alone with your novels and only had your couple of friends which you trusted and enjoyed with, Nana was the complete opposite of you, instead being very extroverted, would rather spend every moment outside with people and really enjoyed being in the center of attention, crowning her one of the most popular students in Hogwarts 

"And yet you let him offend you, Miss Nana" he stopped her in her ramble, "just like your argument with Seungkwan during alchemy that almost blown the entire class, or like the time during the quidditch game between your houses that you two almost started using magic in school grounds" he added as Nana's expression changed from angry to disappointed as she looked down.

"Or maybe like today, while a broom riding lesson was going, both of you broke the window of the school and made a mess of the library" he said as Nana face turned even sadder than before. "Now tell me miss Kwon…what will I have to do with you two antics?" He asked, thinking to himself as now the two of you look at each other, for the first few seconds the looks were of anger to each other but later both of your faces turn into a bit of sadness as you start thinking what will your fate hold.

"Perhaps…being expelled will finally let you learn your lesson" he said as both of your faces turn blank but as quickly as your faces turned blank, they quickly gained their color back as Nana is the first to speak

"Dumbledore, you can't do this to us" she shouted, standing up from her chair and banging her fist on the desk

"Nana-"

"Please…there has to be another way of punishing us, just… don't expell us" she said as suddenly her eyes started to change colors from her usual brown eyes to pink, "ugh, she is doing it again" you cursed to your mind as you look at Nana in annoyance

One more Trait that made Nana even more of an enemy in your eyes was her unique ability that passes through family was rare Ability to cast spells without saying the spell's name, making it easy for her family to use spells without any suspicion, and of course Nana would use this trait to her advantage as much as possible, to get her from every problem possible 

"...Seungkwan and Nana" Dumbledore simply said you both find yourself looking at Dumbledore. "Are you actively going to stop your arguments? If it means by either ignoring when someone annoys you…" he said looking at Nana. "...Or not starting an argument in the first place" he continued as he turned his look toward you as you could feel the guilty hammer striking you as you looked down.

 "are you willing to do that?" He asked again, with both of you two hesitating to say something, both Nana and you simply look at each other eyes and again turn your gazes toward the old man before nodding in agreement, as his now serious face now turned into a happy one as you start to feel more and more relieved.

"Well… so as your punishment, you two will be absent from class for today and tomorrow, instead you will clean up the mess you made in the library, plus you will be prohibited from magic for those two days. I hope you two will use this time to get alone with each other and who knows…maybe your rivalry will turn into a beautiful friendship one day" he said as you could see Nana sighed in relief

"Now if you will excuse, I have stuff to do so if you will leave the office I would be very pleased" he said. "and besides…don't you two have a library to clean?" He asked as both you And Nana stood up from the chairs and left Dumbledore's office

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"You used a charm spell on Dumbledore didn't you?" You asked Nana while you two were on your way to the library, "I noticed your eyes changed colors…" you added as Nana looked at you in the eyes with a cute grin and looked back forward and continued walking with you following behind her.

"Well of course a talented student like you would be able to notice my spells even without me speaking them" she said, waiting for a couple of seconds for the moving staircases to come, as you two get on them you feel the staircase moving, causing you to fall in surprise and Nana laughing at you as you stood up, annoyed by her laugh

"You know, I am really not sure what makes you a Gryffindor, since it's obviously not your chivalrous acts that made the sorting hat choose you" you said while cleaning yourself from the mess.

"Well if I am not mistaken, Slytherin's will do anything to get their goal, and like I saw you freezing in Dumbledore's office I would assume you don't really fit there as well, no?" She asked as you could remember vividly how much of a coward you are and how Slytherin never really fitted you.

You could remember vividly the day of the sorting hat, especially the first night where you told your parents, whom both have been at the red gold house in their time at hogwarts hence the reason they met, but after you told them you were in Slytherin, you could only regret your next years in hogwarts

Besides the initial disappointment of your parents after hearing the news, in the holidays and the time you were at summer break your family were always mentioning how much of a shame you were, they would never give you letters nor gifts from home so for you, hogwarts was the only safe space, and to think that you could almost be expelled from hogwarts from your fight with Nana? Your parents would disown you at the spot.

"But look at the bright side Seungkwan"

You could hear Nana said as your face rose up in surprise, for the first time today Nana had a  genuine smile pasted on her face. "At least we are not expelled" she said as you find yourself staring into her eyes and start to show a weak smile toward the black haired girl

"Now let's get this dumb library cleaned up shall we" she asked as she she put her hand in front of you, waiting for a high five from you, as your smile grew larger and returned the high five

"Whatever you say, Fake lion" you said as Nana start to giggle cutely from your funny attempt of a nickname.

"Shut up, Coward Snake" she said cutely as you two continued walking toward the library. "Maybe she isn't so bad" You thought to yourself as you began following her.

10 minutes fly by fairly quickly and you finally get to the place of the accident you two had only this morning however now this entire moment felt strange to the both of you.

"Sigh…well Seungkwan…you ready?" She asked as you smile to her with a goofy grin, making her a bit confused but the next sentence already got her hyped

"Bet that I can clean this place faster? Loser has to buy the lunch for the winner, deal?" you asked as her eyes lit up in excitement however instead of answering she simply ran away

"Deal!!!, Bet starts now" she said, dashing toward the depths on the library as you found yourself laughing to yourself and immediately running after her.

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You could say that both of you were fairly motivated, maybe because of your everlasting rivalry, or maybe it was the fact that this task immediately became really boring, to the point that your competition was over as soon as it began due to the sheer amount of books but you two finished cleaning up at least three quarters of the library in 5 hours, and considering how enormous Hogwarts's library is, cleaning this much of the library in 5 hours seems like an almost impossible task.

"Wow, I just looked at the time" Nana said, taking a look at the her watch as her face filled with shock. "Like it's 19:30 and we finished it fairly quickly, like we started at like 14:31, like are we gods at cleaning or something?" She asked as you couldn't help yourself by her joke.

"Well…I guess we should head toward our common rooms? Else the teachers might get worried about us, no?" You asked, starting to head out toward the lobby of the library however Nana immediately rushed over to you.

"Wait Seungkwan?! Where are you going?" She asked you as you were confused. "I…thought maybe well…you know since we already partners in crime, maybe you want…you know…to…to…hang out?" She asked, looking a bit nervous for some reason.

"Look I promise we will get to our common rooms before lights out, it's in 23:30 so we should get in time" she quickly added, trying to convince you to come with her, However even with her promise You were still hesitant to come with your rival.

"I brought snacksssss" that was the final straw that broke you, with the fact that it's snacks and how cute she said this sentence you couldn't help but sigh, finally giving in as Nana eyes lit up and her smile grew bigger.

"Yayyy, thank you…I promise this hang out will be fun, think of it as turning our rivalry into friendship" she said, give you a cute smile as she dragged you toward back toward the depths of the library.

As time went on and you two were talking about your every day life in Hogwarts you realized how much more stuff in common you had, like your sense of humor, or how you two both loved putting chocolate and peanut butter on your sandwiches, and how both of you cannot shut up about astrology and star signs.

You couldn't lie to yourself: this was the Nana you didn't  expected to know, before she will always be mad at you or in the good days just annoyed at you for some reason, however this Nana was different, she was happy, chill, funny and cute which you couldn't lie that the cute part was big.

Not even including her face that just screamed "cute" in your mind especially when she smiled, she would often make those hums when she was laughing which would always make your heart skip and let's not forget her addictive laugh that will make you join her in the laughing festival when either of you would tell a joke 

However, like anything fun, it always has to end at some point.

"Aww, are you sure you can't stay for a little more? We have so much fun together" she said, the hour was currently 22:45 and bed time was getting closer and considering how much of a travel it's from the library to your common room in Slytherin you had to head out of the library in the moment or else the teachers will get you, and considering how earlier today you got in trouble, getting in trouble again will not end good for you.

"Sorry Nana" you answered as you stood up. "I really don't want to come late to the bed time" You added as The girl immediately stood up as well and started following you 

"Come on, listen I promised I will get you in time, and I will-" Nana started running toward you however something she never really told you about was that she is clumsy…very clumsy, and in result of a book that was on the floor for some reason, Nana ended up tackling her leg on the book, causing her to launch herself on you which…

*bang*

Your eyes were closed from the pain you felt, as you start to open your eyes slowly you find yourself in the most awkward situation you could ever find yourself in: Nana was on top of you, your chest almost touch each other and your face are even closer, you could also feel her straddling your lap making the situation much worse, honestly you would rather die than be in this situation however…

"OH my God, Seungkwan are you okay?" She asked, her eyes were looking worried when suddenly her eye color started flashing pink, signaling only one thing for you and as you could only guess: you were probably casted a charm spell on.

"Listen I am so sorry I didn't notice where I was running and I am…woah" yeah, woah was pretty much was the summarized emotion you felt right now, you could feel how your hands slowly started traveling behind her back while her hands started placing themselves on your chest as slowly but surely both of your faces started inching toward each other closer…and closer until both of your lips touch.

The feeling was nothing more then…breathtaking, mostly but how soft her lips were, like pillows you could feel your own lips wrap themselves in the feeling of it, what also could describe her lips was sweet, even without lipstick you could feel how her lips tasted like strawberries…and heaven, not that you can taste heaven but if you could, this is probably what it would taste like.

Slowly both of your lips part from each other as you could notice the sparkles shining in her eyes, and by the way she was smiling at you, you could assume that your eyes sparkled as well. The silence finally breaks as Nana started speaking

"So?" She asked as a grin now fully shows itself

"I… guess five minutes couldn't hurt right?"

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5 minutes she said… yeah totally since the time was 23:05 at the moment yet currently you were completely invested in a hot makeout session with Nana, though honestly, you couldn't really complain since you just now realized how not only Nana was cute, but also how surprisingly hot she was

Yea, complaining was not really an option for you, especially how she started moving her hips up and down your clothed crotch while in the times you didn't made out you could hear her moans come out in sultry sound

"Mmm Oppa~" she cutely said as a giggle could be heard from the girl. "I can already ugh…feel how hard you are" she said as now her lips move toward your neck, planting quick yet very wet kisses on the right side of it as you could only tilt your head in a way that could make Nana's "presents" easier for her to do.

"God Nana" you could only moan as her kisses continue and amplify in their intensity. "You are so…"

"Hot? Yeah it really starts to get warm in here" She said as her hands started to go toward your shirt, slowly pushing it upward, as you realized what she was planning but at the current moment you were completely into the entire feeling as finally she fully takes your Green and black robe including your shirt, revealing to Nana your naked Chest for the first time as you could notice how her mouth start to water from the view

"Excited are we?" You ask teasingly as Nana quickly snaps from the trance that is your chest, shaking her face quickly as you can notice her cheeks having shades of pink.

Quickly however Nana gets to her confident old self and refocuses on the situation both of you were in. "Well with a body like this, how could any girl not?" she said, adding a wink in the end as now her hands traveled toward your jeans as you already knew what was coming,

you could hear the zipper moving, the buttons popping one by one as in the same speed she took your shirt off, now both of your jeans and briefs were taken off, leaving you completely Naked as Nana could only grin.

"Not gonna lie: I seen bigger" she said as you could only roll your eyes in annoyance. "Well you don't mind me taking your "broom" on a test ride, correct?" She asked.

"Uhh-" you wanted to answer however Nana immediately pushed her finger toward your mouth in an attempt to shut it

"Shh Just kidding, I didn't really asked you, of course you will enjoy it" she said as quickly her head dipped down toward your cock, with her lips opening up and slowly started taking it inside of her mouth "by the way oppwa" she added while mumbling "noh talking besidews moawning my nawme" she said as now she was completely focused on devouring your currently hard member.

Slurps could be heard loud and clear as the feeling could only be described as total Euphoria as Nana bobbed up and down your cock, letting herself taste you to the fullest like an all-you-can-eat buffet for her liking.

Suddenly it was enough for you, not being able to hold it in you could feel yourself feel unloading all of you “stress” into Nana’s Mouth as Nana’s face seemed much more relaxed, signaling she did get your stress into her mouth as now she has detached her lips from your cock while looking at you with a naughty grin

“Hmmm, didn't expect Oppa’s cum to taste so good,” she said while cleaning some of the white liquid that got stuck on her lips, showing how hungry she was as without any warning she straddled your lap, “Guess now it's my turn to feel good no?” she said as you got the hint.

Your hands started to mess around with Nana's Gryffindor robe, slowly taking it off, revealing to your eyes her hot pink lace bra. “Not gonna lie: i have seen bigger” you say, returning to Nana’s comment about your cock, however unlike you Nana just seems to smile cutely, showing how she is unfazed by your comment

“you still like the view of it though, no?” Nana said as takes your hands, now guiding them to her pants as you get the hint, quickly trying to get them off her body. “Oh wow…very eager, are we?” she asked as after a minute or so of attempting to take off her pants you finally succeed, revealing her panties which match the same color as her bra.

You could immediately notice how in her panties there is a darker spot in the middle as you look up toward the girl, looking at you with a grin and giving you a wink, signaling to you the thing that by now seems obvious, but just to be clear she leans herself toward your ears about to whisper the next words.

“Fuck me Oppa” now everything was clear, every light in this stop was green, signaling to go, and by how desperately she said those she seemed she couldn't wait anymore as Nana now takes her hands behind her back as an audible click could be heard and her bra slowly falls, showing you her hardened nipples.

Like magic your right hand magnetized toward Nana’s right boob as you look up at her again, trying to be sure if that is what she wanted as she simply nodded as you give a small squeeze, resulting in a small yet very arousing moan,

You, being already turned on from Nana’s sultry moans you could feel your cock is getting bigger by the second as you scoot even closer to Nana, feeling how your cock is touching her clothed pussy as you continue to squeeze her boobs as now the left hands joined the party, squeezing the other boob as the moans from her just grows louder and louder, which honestly makes you a bit surprised about how no one has heard you fucking in the library.

“OH GOD, OPPA PLEASE, FINISH INSIDE ME, I AM SO CLOSE. PLEASE FILL ME” she screamed as you oblige, taking her panties and revealing her pussy to you as suddenly you froze, maybe it was the first time you have seen that part of a girl in real life but something just made you freeze.

“Nana, are you-” you were suddenly were shutted by nana grabbing your hips and pulling them toward her, lining it up so that your cock will be inside, as both of you screamed in pleasure the same time

“JUST DO IT FOR FUCK SAKE” Nana screamed as your pleasure couldnt be stopped anymore as you release your cum into her as both of you fall into the Library’s floor, exhausted from this entire event

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“Can i tell you a secret Oppa?”

“Yeah” You said, the hour is now 01:00 as the both of you were currently looking at the stars from the Library’s balcony, both of you were cleaned up from the sex using a simple cleaning spell that both of you learned in class, however, you didn't expect the spell to be used in this way.

“I…haven't used a Charm spell on you” you said as you were shocked, you thought the entire time you were under a spell that made you fuck the living brains out of Nana but here she is, telling you its all false.

“But, i saw your eyes turn pink” you answer as Nana just giggled cutely.

“Oppa, if the spell was on casted on you, you will not be able to see my eye color change” she explained as it now makes sense how she was able to cast a spell on Dumbledore without being caught, which means the spell she casted when you had sex did something else, however Nana seemed to be a silent for a moment, you were a bit confused about the situation

“I…like you a lot Seugnkwan…i always have been” she said as you were caught off guard by her saying, but you smile back, it was shocking to you that your rival, the girl you disliked for the entire time at Hogwarts had feelings for you, “Can…we test it please? like us…for a month or so…please?” she asked as you smile at her and instead of answering you simply leaned into her forehead, kissing it as her blush seemed to grow even more.

“Is this a good enough answer for you?” you asked as Nana simply hugged you for a good minute or so. Honestly, you couldn't lie that all of this night, from the kiss to the sex and all the way to this simple hug: all of this felt right”

“Oh shit, its like 01:05 , and the teachers do a stroll around the school, let me teleport you to your bed, i will do some quick checkup here to see if everything is clean” she said as you nodded and stood in place, ready to be teleported, Nana quickly mumbled some words and soon enough you found yourself in the Common room of your dormitory, as slowly but surely you sneak to your bed when suddenly

“So…how it was?” you freeze in place as you see a girl you didnt expect to see awake in the middle of the night…Sakata Sora.

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Thanks a lot for reading this fanfic, it took very long time to finish it but its because i really wanted to give you a really good fic, and i hope you enjoyed reading it

and as for the Announcement:

I am writing a book!!!!

as some people know i came from Wattpad writing books however i took a break to focus on one-shots on tumblr but after a lot of time of practice on this platform and i am finally ready to write another book and for what group the book will about? well...

the book will be first updated on Wattpad however i will post the chapters on Tumblr soon after so i will not completely die on here, and i will still be uploading oneshots from time to time

See yall on the first chapter and have a good day Leafies

Won't lie, I haven't listened to any of those, sorry :(

Duet? I'll go Taeyeon, and be the backup guy like in the Yakuza games karaoke where I'm just shaking the tambourine and going "Whoo! Yay!"

lol yeah the concert ones were really hot

Stargazers: Quaeritur Ad Astra (Question to the Stars) - Choerry

A/N: Out of hiatus, so a long fic! Major thanks to @majorblinks for betareading (plus some editing)!

[Tags: Fluff; Smut; Breeding (?); Squirting | girlfriend!Choerry]

[TW: Bullying & Violence; unedited 13k fic]

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So, what made Choi Yerim fell in love with you���

“It will be okay, oppa! Trust me!”

“But Choerry—”

You’d rather contemplate the question than talking about reunions.

“It's been so long since we went to high school!”

Not a highschooler anymore, but you don’t want to go back to school.

Instead of curling up at home with video games, you’re in your office, the glorified Sins Corp HR department backgrounded by evening Seoul. No more work today: the real focus is your girlfriend, who looms over your desk, lips fuller and invitingly glossy.

“Oppa, oppa, oppa…” One. Two. Three steps. Towards your desk Yerim skips—a reassuring kiss. She tastes like cherries, and now you have a layer of lipstick on your lips.

“Everyone’s gonna be surprised about how good-looking we are!”

The way she dresses herself for high-school reunion should’ve convinced you right away: off shoulder blouse, trousers and sleeves and boots— all in white; even her choker shimmers in platinum. In fact her dedication made you feel slightly regretful, as you look into a mirror, reconsidering your choice of purple tie on a beige suit.

Quit looking at yourself. Your distaste on tight, formal wear won’t persuade your girlfriend either, but where are your other excuses? Anything that can draw yourself out of the reunion, like those files surrounding your defeated limbs; or abusing your position as the assistant HR officer by giving more work hours.

But you’re talking to your girlfriend. Choi Yerim, the Princess Sunshine you can’t resist. It's never been hard for Yerim to melt your heart—a giggle and a pirouette will do, before once again flaunting her own outfit at you.

“Come on, oppa.” She scoots around the desk. Your lap is her favorite seat; Yerim sits on you for the millionth time as she pecks your lips. “Don’t you wanna meet Brendan? Your friend at Games Club? And I really, really want to introduce you to my friends—"

���That chairman’s gonna show up for sure,” you blurt out.

Then you search for her reaction. Surprisingly (and not that surprisingly), a miffed expression is what you find, but not because of the chairman that broke her heart. 

Yerim’s bottom lip juts out. “That’s the tenth time you’ve talked about him today.”

“Remember what he did to you at the Christmas ball? And how he called you a fuck-girl after winter break? That student union dickhead; that asshole; Lee Jaesung—” an angry bite on your lower lip can barely suppress your anger “—he hurt you, and I don’t want you to go through that again tonight.”

Yerim blinks; her starlit eyes outshine her past. “I promise, I promise, oppa! Nothing bad will happen to me! So don’t worry!”

But how can you not? That vivid imagery of Yerim bawling in despair never once fades away from your mind. Straddling on your lap, however, is the same girl who seems immune to every harm and pain. Being hurt once doesn’t erase the fact she was everyone’s friend, and every teacher’s favorite student—a Mary Sue.

Meanwhile, you were a nerd who played tabletop games. Not an outcast, but a nobody.

“You’re my boyfriend now, oppa.” Yerim delivers the unbelievable plot twist by your neck. Seven or eight or nine years ago she wouldn’t even sit within five meters of you (let alone sitting on you). Too occupied with friends surrounding her at the lunch table.

So why did she fall in love���

“So a promise?” Yerim juts out a pinkie finger. Butterflies in your stomach disregard the mystery.

Her eyes glint; they're expecting your response. “We’ll have a lot of fun in the reunion.”

“Fine,” you say, because there you go again—locking her pinkie tight. "If you say so."

The sun goes further down, more than half of it sunken into the horizon. Neon panels take the baton of illuminating the streets. Streams of vehicles—steady; noisy flow of lights running along the highways. Perhaps everyone is rushing home after Friday work—but not you.

Other than the question you keep asking yourself, it seems like all other things haven’t changed. Sun sets in the west; Yerim still likes school, and you hate schools.

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Choi Yerim hated going back to school today.

"Turns out she's a fuck girl."

"Oh, damn, the president dodged a bullet there."

"It's over for her, then."

Each piece of gossip further destroyed Yerim—the trip to the classroom only got more treacherous whenever she passed someone. A winter break was enough to turn all supposedly-friendly gazes into hostility, and all Yerim did for this was nothing.

Absolutely nothing on the Christmas ball, unless walking into a sex rendezvous counted as something. Her prom date fucking another girl in a bathroom.

By doing nothing, correction inks smothered all over her locker—

Cheerleading Fuck-girl; Slut; and Sex Bomb were like zombies intimidating Yerim today. She’d rather hide in a toilet stall for the rest of her life. 

But everything will be fine, right? Everyone underestimated how strong her optimism was—still forging on, albeit struggling. Not so natural anymore for her smile: it was numb and forced, astray from the cheerful, shining sun she was renowned for. Her throat too—powerless, unable to utter a greeting to everyone. A tickle in the air would trigger her alarms.

“Oh, hi there, fuck-girl.”

Never had Yerim been this afraid of turning her body around, yet she did anyway, against the chairman of Students’ Union.

The Prince Charming she used to fall head over heels at. Yerim still had her heart revving high; it wasn’t lovestruck anymore—her shaky fingers nearly tore her math textbook in half.

“Gutsy of you to not skip school, slut—” another voice she remembered—standing next to the cheater was the same girl in that restroom “—I’ve been sick of your fake-ass personality, you know? But I gotta credit your boldness to show up.”

This poor girl couldn’t find words, or perhaps was too scared to utter one, and the chairman appeared to be the victor. Hubris was his jacket, and he bragged about it with a forwarding loom over Yerim. She could only watch the chairman hovering by her ear, whispering.

“Nothing would’ve happened if you agreed to join me and Mijin in the stall.”

“I—”

Cutting her retort, the chairman announced his next words as loud as possible. “Or maybe you should’ve told me how many guys you’ve fucked for this school year!”

“W-Why are you making up things like this, Lee Jaesung!”

“Did I?” More lies Jaesung made would become truth to outsiders, now shoot death beams at Yerim. “You hung out with so many guys and girls in the canteen, so you can hook up every one of them! Hah, you even peeked into the Games Club, remember? Choi Yerim the cheerleader wants to be the pornstar gangbanged by ugly men!”

Yerim dipped her head. Tears dripped out of her eyes, but she was the sunshine, no? She knew she had to show nothing else but a smile at everyone.

“He’s not a loser,” she muttered, trembling, “Don’t you dare…”

“He?” Jaesung ridiculed. “Who?” He looked around his crowd before faking an eureka moment. “Ah, that guy who played board games in the prom! So you know that dickhead! That shithead always thinks he’s so cool and dope around you, and—oh my God, don’t tell me you’re a pedo wanna molest a manchild!”

“Don’t insult him…”

“Why can’t I? He’s just a fucking loser, Yerim-ah, are you that thirsty for cocks? Every guy in this campus is probably the better option and you decided to go for Han—”

A pair of arms shoved Jaesung backwards. Loud exclamations echoed in the hallway as he crashed onto an array of lockers. His current girlfriend also gasped, completely frozen upon Jaesung’s frantic limbs: barely they held onto whatever their nerves registered to maintain balance.

Angry crowd eyes glared at Yerim. Yerim simply looked up. She didn’t push Jaesung.

“Looking for me?”

Instead, it was a guy in a hoodie—navy blue and white; hood on, but with a trace of messy hair fringing his forehead. Half a head taller than her, silently fuming. His emotions were displayed to every witness, and every witness recognized those gym leggings under a pair of shorts.

His sneakers pointed at Jaesung; another step closer and they might be weapons, prepared to cripple the chairman.

Jaesung widened his eyes amidst scrambles; a flush of anger and humiliation built up in his clenching fists.

“Oh, speak of the devil.”

It was you, in devil’s wrath when Yerim noticed how livid your gaze was flashing.

“Do I have to remind you again and again that you’re never invited to the party?” said Jaesung, standing up in—of course—hubris. “Like that Christmas ball.”

“Guess nobody reminded you about closing the doors before having sex—” you took a step forward, shielding Yerim from “—scum.”

“Tell that to your slut. She needed your advice the most.”

Instincts told you to hold onto Yerim’s fingers. The word slut ignited the fuse in your brain, and your devil within: prepare for a rampage.

Grind your teeth. Yerim was the only person you could suppress your rage for. “We have a lot of beef to deal with, chairman.”

“This is none of your business, nerd,” Jaesung scoffed, along with his girlfriend and lackeys. “Are you really rooting for her? I advise you to stay away, eh? Especially when she’s trying to get off on you.”

You faked a chuckle. “Watch out for your mouth,” you said. “You’re the one who got tired of Choerry and decided to hook up with someone else.”

“Choerry… her?” Jaesung glanced at a teary-eyed Yerim, before glaring at you in disgust. “Ew what a  perfect nicknamefor a slut—”

A riled punch crashes onto his face. A painful groan, Jaesung collapsed to the floor studded by shocked bystanders. No sooner he had to cover his nose—crimson red streaming beneath his palm.

And there was you, with his blood dripping off your balled fist.

“You motherfucker made Choerry cry.” Kneeling in front of Jaesung; grabbing onto his collar, you let him know what your eyes spelt. “You see… I wanna kill you right here, right now, and hang up your fucking corpse on a goal post.”

“Wake the fuck up, edge-lord. Why don’t you go back playing your Dildos and Dickheads while your cockslut fucks everyone else, Han—”

You pummeled straight into his face with a warcry. Another biff; another slam, as long as you could teach this chairman a lesson, only until Yerim and a teacher rushed in to pull you away—

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The sting from your tattoo grows stronger. 

Perhaps nostalgia? The ongoing bus trip to high school can give you that.

“The principal gave us detention—” there you go, tracing the history of this cherry mark on your right wrist “—for punching a douchebag.”

The giggle from your sunshine blends well with the moonlit background. “Then we escaped, and you dragged me to a tattoo shop.”

Also at night, you remember, where you dragged her across streets and alleys. Stars above, and signs aside failed to captivate you. You jaywalked, not giving an eye to the traffic lights—impulse overran your brain, but never had you been that determined to leave a permanent symbol only you and Yerim could interpret.

Hence the tattoos stayed—Yerim now has a cartoonish devil on her left wrist. 

She puts it next to yours for comparison. “That tattooist told us a cherry and a devil go well together.”

You are meant to be together, it turns out. This invisible, unnoticeable chain has tethered you and her into tandems, and that link right now, has been realized. Beneath the tattoos are two hands intertwining each other, yet to separate. It won’t, or at least, it hasn’t.

Looking outside, you find a lamp post, then another lamp post. Then another; and another. They just fly past you out of the window, while Yerim lies on your shoulder from the other side, sharing her earbuds with you. Lo-fi jazz mix blends well with the view. A stop by the junction gives you an outdoor plaza filled with teenagers.

“Maybe it was a selfish move from me.” And maybe you can see your past self in those highschoolers: rash and daring, as they tried climbing onto the handrails by the quay. “We weren’t dating back then, but I told you we were getting couple tattoos.”

“Didn’t matter anyway, oppa,” Yerim replies. “We’re dating now, anyway.”

How?

Yeah, she grew a crush on you in college, got jealous when you had feelings towards your boss Haseul, then finally you both are together.

But how? Why did she fall in love with you? What kind of magic potion did you use? Surely two mere doodles on your skins won’t suffice an explanation.

The bus moves on before anyone can answer; gone were highschoolers enjoying Friday night. More speckles of light hop in and out. Skyscrapers and billboards flash for only one second in your brain, but within the reflection of the windows, your girlfriend always shines with a smile.

It’s always been what you strive to maintain: keep her uplifting arc brighter than the moon. Stronger; more determined. She—Choi Yerim—is your forever friend; forever love; forever world, like she said before.

A kiss on your cheeks reassures her feelings to you; the way she brewed it still lingers in your mind as you look for distraction���oh, only you and Yerim left on the passenger seats. Road signs tell you the high school sits miles away. Roundabouts next, then junction after junctions. Eventually the bus throws Yerim back onto your lap, her eyes and lips centimeters away from yours.

Distraction. A song plays in one side of your ear; the other side receives a good volume of giggles, before Yerim pecks on your lips once.

“Oppa.”

“Hmm?” The most you can offer as an answer while pinning your attention to a slight hint of cleavage—rare case for her size.

“I love you.”

An impulsive remark you make here—  “Why?”

She does have her answer, but she decides to happily glue her lips onto yours instead.

Then everything next is procedural: soft kiss; wet, deep kiss; hands caressing all over your torsos. Heat radiates from her body more than ever today; your hands magnetize with the soft flesh of her waist, a pillow you love sleeping with. Of course, your girlfriend is more than a piece of fluffy mass, and just like every time, she ends up grinding you. Smacks from your kisses zap the air; several rounds of tongue tango melts Yerim. You’re sinking into your seat as well.

What’s next? You know what’s coming next—Yerim undoing your tie, and almost your buttons if you hadn’t stopped her.

“Not—” you break apart the heat, panting between words “—Not gonna ruin your makeup.”

Yerim looks down, barely able to catch her heaving chest. There was an idea.

“Sure, oppa!”

If she can’t undo your tie, then go straight to your belt: unbuckled. Then your jeans unbuttoned; and your zipper disjointed. Her petite cleavage contains enough sexiness to lure your beaded cock out of your boxers, with a spring that nearly slaps Yerim’s face.

“The fuck, Choerry—”

“Heheh, I know oppa’s been staring at my boobs.” Like she used to admire the stars, she now admires your twitching appendage with stars in her eyes. “Let me help you relax!”

She’s quick; she’s nimble, like a shooting star dropping down. Further down, from your lap to the floor. You’re thinking of a lap dance instead, from your girlfriend who used to be a great dancer, in cheerleading and on the college dance team.

Years after years of knowing her, and you still refuse to admit this: but the way her eyes flash; her fingers trail towards your cock—she really acts like a… slut.

Your personal slut.

Better not be the reason Yerim falls in love with you?

It does take a slutty act of Yerim to fiddle your base like a five-string guitar. The sound she makes—giggles of course—so playful to your captured member. Remember, remember: this is only your fifth or sixth time you offer Yerim a blowjob (half-willingly).

But you’re just as excited as she is. You fail to muffle your moan with the back of your hand. Fuzzy yet euphoric sight of yours registers the curve on her lips, and you’re sure the driver catches that as well. He has to veer the vehicle back onto the driving line.

“We—ughh—”

No, no moment for you to protest; no way you’d want to report to the bus driver about your cock. Keep this entire blowjob low-profile, you mouth, only to see Yerim continues to be the lively sunshine, as her lips stutter and shiver, and seal your entire length in a vacuum.

She’s so good at sucking your cock—

Yerim gags again, her gemmed choker blocking fresh air into her lungs. “Nnnhglkkh—been a while since I had thisgglkhhh…” And she always wants more. An endless chase of lust is always part of her DNA. She still backs off, lipstick coloring a faint layer on your heated shaft.

“We’re on a bus, Choerry—”

“Oppa! You fingered me here before! I’m returning the favor!” Everything she says will give herself the urge to sink down again. She’s energetic; she never stays still on your flinching hips. Yerim squiggles amidst the gap between chairs, and there’s you—a muted passenger, too engrossed in a view that’s not the outdoor skyscraper.

Don’t look at her pleading eyes. You’ll melt. No, no, no, no, no—don’t ruin her hair; grab something else—fuckkkk not her blouse—the handrail becomes the victim of your devilish grip. How much soul has Yerim sucked out from your inner demon? And oh dear, Choi Yerim—she’s drawing the bus route to highschool with her tongue, on your underside.

Not a monster cock in porn, but long enough, and thick enough for Yerim to bob her head with strain. “Hhh… ghh—does it fwwl ghhd? Opphs so big—ghhh…”

You don’t have to answer. You can’t either. Yerim hugs around your thighs, and for some reason she descends deeper than you thought. She finds this—ugh—sweet trigger at this—oh words—this fucking part of your fucking dick within—seconds.

“That’s it that’s it that’s it that’s it ggggg—” you don’t care about make up anymore. Her hair is free for your frantic grabs “—that’s it, baby girl…”

That is one triumphant, happy-go-lucky hum from Yerim. She clearly likes it: your reaction and your dick; how your thighs have practically made herself earmuffs as she mindlessly piston till you might explode, or how you always succumb to her charms—Yerim only needs to tighten her lips to keep your shivering body in control. 

You’re so weak today, like a wild animal tamed by a harmless girl with all the joy. The marshmallow in her mouth controls the joystick; all the joy rushes to your head. Overwhelming. All muscles in your body stiffen; your core is heating up. It’s about time.

As if she’s not sucking your cock, you hear Yerim’s dulcet whispers.

“Cum for me, oppa.”

God, you fucking love Yerim. You have to give everything to her.

So you growl. A loud rumble. Sparks shower your eyes as you unleash it all: the galactic river of stars bursting with heat from your tip. Your greedy girl Yerim makes sure there are no droplets missed. Every. Single. Spill—a deluge of seed rushing down her gurgling throat. Can you count your cum shots? Can you track along the chills your girlfriend gives as you hold onto her bare shoulders?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Apparently you struggle, whilst Yerim effortlessly cleans up your load after a ticklish suction on your tip. Her glee persists after one wobble from the bus—one reflexive gulp after another. Still no dribbles that can stain your clothes. 

Her ribald stare dissolves you into a puddle. “Nnhhhh—” a swirl around your slit “—tastes good—” she spits out your saliva-and-semen-washed cock, creamy strands of orgasm drawing a bridge from her protruding tongue “—my tummy is full. Hope I just sucked out your worries!”

One more drop. Your drained self lets go of the leak from your flaccid cock. Hazily you watch Yerim quickly peck your slit for a final dessert, before showing you her satisfied smile.

“You know,” she says, “Jaesung and his gang called me a cock-sucker or… a slut, after the ball.” An airy little laugh. “Now I feel so slutty for your cock.”

Either she has gotten over it, or she hasn’t. You’re more inclined towards the former, judging by her carefree smile.

You still hate the word that almost made her cry. “I’ll never call you ‘a slut.’”

“I know,” she says, sparkly eyes lingering on your limp dick, “but wow, I can’t get over this.”

You don’t have a reply—eyes aware of the braking bus, and the large sign outdoors that you faintly discern.

Pleiades International School.

Hell to you; heaven to Yerim.

Your mind refuses to get up, but your hands are already preparing, fixing your own pants. You manage to zip up right before Yerim yanks you out of the seat.

“We gotta move!” she squeaks; she dances; she flies like a butterfly towards the exit. You groan; you trudge across the aisle; you can do nothing but to be pulled along.

Her leap off the bus seems amazingly light; you almost collapse to the ground as you land. She skips along the streets; you stumble every step across tarmac. She pauses her steps without skipping a breath; you have to put your hand on your waist, excessively panting.

Magical, you feel. Uncomfortably magical, of how Yerim has effortlessly dragged you from the office to the entrance of your high school, and your body, despite despising this discomfort, has diligently followed.

Look up, you squeeze Yerim’s hand upon the monstrosity formed by Greek columns and modernized Roman arches. Right above clouds have shrouded the tip of the roof, and most stars in the sky. Breezes are amplified through the pillars, as they roar in menace—a warning to you.

Possibly: Jaesung, and the bad memories within the campus: they are holding your steps back.

“Still worrying?”

You turn to Yerim, who’s standing inches away from you. You’d love to complain about your misery, but remind yourself that everything in the world isn’t about you.

Now look down, at your crisscrossing fingers. You shouldn’t hide your feelings from Yerim.

Words still wrangle your heart as you speak out, “You’ve been looking forward to today, and I don’t want that chairman to ruin it.”

You’ve been protecting her for years and years, from every potential threat that could erase her smile. It’s your responsibility; an obligation; it’s an axiom you blindly follow. In front of you, in this fabric of spacetime, stands this girl—her irises containing a galaxy full of confidence she exudes, but you have a fear of something that can destroy the galaxy, like that time during Christmas.

So far you haven’t seen any since then. Yerim, after staring at you for a long while, leans forward, and kisses your lips.

“He won’t,” says Yerim. “I have you, edgy oppa.”

Her grin melts you. She’s your best friend that can pull your morale back up. “Anything he says to hurt you only makes me love you even more.”

“But—why?” your impulse asks. “Like.. Why do you love me?”

Indeed there’s an answer, as you observe Yerim’s expression: simple curvature on her lips—a smile under those starlit eyes. Too familiar to you, yet you just can’t decipher the words she’s hidden amidst stars and sparkles.

Yerim opens her mouth. “Because I can blow your big dick whenever I want!”

Not the innuendoes.

Her following laughter rings louder than school bells. Happiness is definitely what makes her dark hair fly like wings, as she runs towards the entrance, pulling you along. Your worries are temporarily ignored, and your truth-seeking soul is left unattended.

“Our friends are waiting for us! Let’s go!”

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Eyes. They’re actually looking at you, and they’re actually talking to you.

Look for Yerim, but she’s occupied, talking with friends in a far corner.

That was after she pulled you over to introduce her friends. This awkward soul is unprepared to deal with not only Yunjin (yes, you didn’t get her name wrong), but also five more who were once strangers.

“Remember us?” they say, with glints of expectation in their eyes.

Celebrities. They were celebrities. Here's your answer; merely that. They were no more than unidentified flashes in your head. You almost messed up minutes ago by mistaking this Jisung guy in front of you—as Jaesung.

Names aren't enough. Dredging out more images of them was like finding asteroids with raw eyes. Only your wits are carrying you: some observations tell you Jisung was a school sprint champion, and this girl in a blouse (Sieun, you’re pretty sure) as the bookkeeper.

Somehow they managed to hear of your name before, despite your constant assertion of being a nobody back in time. An infamous punch to Jaesung seems to up your status, especially when Yerim the star is your girlfriend.

“So what do you do for a living?” A question brings you back to the school hall. Still standing; still facing a wall of Yerim’s buddies.

As natural as possible, you answer, “Assistant HR Officer in Sins Corp.”

Astonished “wows” as their response baffle you further when Yunjin herself is an opera singer earning fame and mansions.

You chuckle. “Hope you aren’t being sarcastic.”

“No?” The one who counters you is Jisung (not Jaesung; now you’re sure), a journalist working in Dispatch. “You have the biggest glow-up among us!”

Not sure if that’s a compliment either. The flush on your cheeks, meanwhile—absolutely certain they are prank art by the red wine in your hand. Letting out an embarrassing laugh, you (have to) make up a comeback. A witty one.

“How’d you know that? Did you follow me and Choerry camouflaged, paparazzo?”

“Choerry?”

“Choi Yerim.” You have this urge to give further explanation. “Been calling her that since we were eight.”

Which not many people have heard of. Yunjin and Sieun woo at Yerim’s pet name, fangirling at your “romance.” Shippers again. So many times you’ve seen those in college; it has never stopped, and in fact, become bigger once you actually started dating her. 

“Damn,” you hear Jisung muttering. “So childhood sweethearts are a real thing. How long had Yerimie been crushing on you?”

“Six or seven… years?” Is this an interview? You still try to recall everything about you and Yerim to a journalist. “She began crushing on me after CSAT or… during college, I don’t know. A lot of shit happened, but I never had the balls to confess. So she waited and waited, until one day she got jealous of me going close with another girl, and here we are.”

A lovable sunshine so, so enamored by you. Out of reflex you turn around; it’s easy for you to spot Yerim with her cheerleading teammates.

She’s shining. A galaxy; a star; a living sunshine—whatever. You know how she acts in parties, and you never get bored watching her: she can’t stop talking, along with animated expressions and gestures. So many stories she experienced in high school. The cheerleading competition on Sports Day is repeated over and over, before Yerim jumps onto another scene: that time when she showed up in math class with soaked hair. It was after P.E..

You weren’t there when that happened. Too irrelevant. Even if you were, all you could do was to watch her dragging her chairman boyfriend down the corridor.

“But well, it’s Choerry—Choi Yerim…” You shrug with a wine glass, succumbing to Yerim’s charms as you mutter with a smile, “She’s pretty much part of my whole life. Been crushing on her back then, ‘cause she’s so extroverted; so bright, and I’m nothing more than a weirdo.”

A brief moment of silence permeates your talking circle. Yerim meanwhile glances at you, and without hesitation, she closes her eyes, and puckers her lips—a kiss blown all the way across the hall to detonate your heart, before she looks away again. Another story to tell her friends.

Your smile persists, lovestruck and self-deprecating. “Yeah, can’t believe she fell in love with me.”

“But surely there’s something she sees only in you.” A pat on your shoulder, and it’s from Jisung. “Or else she wouldn’t have the patience to wait for your response.”

Only you know how happy she was after the night she confessed—you woke to her teary yet smiley face next morning. There was a moment she didn’t believe she became your girlfriend as well, and for several days you had to reassure her of your relationship status. She’s still the same, confident girl who bragged about you to everyone in this school hall. No one here doesn’t know how much she loves you.

Nobody questions it either, at least it seems that way, until you hear someone near the entrance.

“It’s good to be back here! Nice to see you all again.”

The voice you’ve been trying to avoid. 

Piano tunes in the background devolve to death curses in your ears, while red wine in glass syncs with your blood: wobbling; bubbling. Thirty seconds until doomsday, you feel, and only you feel, as you turn around.

Five meters from Yerim, the chairman of Students’ Union captures your glance, as he lumbers along the tables, already trying to steal the spotlight.

“He’s here,” you mutter, half-begrudgingly; half-surprised—Jaesung had no one approaching him. The outcast of today, apparently, contrary to the crowd he had in school. Yerim hasn't batted an eye on the chairman yet. 

“You punched him, no?” Sieun asks, a rhetorical one. She was actually there when you gave Jaesung a black eye.

You didn’t care, and you still don’t care about the damage you caused. His attention on your girlfriend triggers so much on your nerves. “He’s gonna do something stupid, isn’t he?”

A myriad of future scenarios plays in front of you, and coming headfirst as a conclusion is Yerim being framed, belittled, and insulted again. Slightly stronger grip, your wine glass would’ve shattered. You now imagine him discovering you amongst the crowd, before starting his scheme of revenge. The hypothesis only gets more validated as Jaesung finds you in his direction.

Nothing dramatic yet; you find his eyes flashing with crimson anger and hatred, before returning to his sugarcoated “chairman”  image.

“Yerimie will be fine,” says Jisung, patting your shoulder. Little does he know the blaze in your stomach can barely be calmed.

“I fucking hope so.”

Glance through the windows—stars have dimmed out as you realize, but one particular star remains bright. Yerim in the window reflection maintains her smile. This time she’s somewhere around the time she received a locker full of chocolates and gifts on Valentine’s Day.

Only one out of dozens of gifts was reciprocated: the chocolate box from Jaesung. You also left her a pair of earrings on the locker door. Then one day they went missing, and left you heartbroken.

Maybe you’re jealous, you tell yourself, everything will be fine. Have faith in Choerry.

You turn around, facing Jisung. You need some distractions—something irrelevant to your question of love.

“Wanna play UNO?”

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You’re thinking about Yerim.

Without realizing, your finger traces along the edges of a handful of UNO cards. Yerim loves playing UNO; you both always have a match to decide who goes into the shower first, before going into the shower together.

“Hey, it's your turn.”

A red 8 from Yunjin, and now her boyfriend Brendan is hurrying you. He arrived late thanks to his game-designing job. A game of UNO is perfect to reunite with your Games Club buddy, and spending years apart didn’t make him forget about your lovesick tendencies.

“Hey, hey, hey.” For once after years he gets to poke your forehead, ending your trance within split seconds. “Thinking about your Yerim?”

“How about you take a guess?” You won’t say “yes.” An eye at the card pile, and you play a red “skip,” taking no notice at Jisung’s moan—you just blocked his play.

Yerim would be just as competitive as you are. Gets all pouty, and calls you a “meanie.”

“But, first of all—” it buys you time to respond “—I know Brendan always stared at Yunjin when she passed by.”

The card pile turns green as you blink; Yunjin chuckles with her green reverse pointing at you.

“No, you,” she protests and plays the card, “Brendan told me you always looked at Yerim during lunch.”

“I mean, who wouldn’t? She uses her entire body to laugh.” Your fingers flick your cards nonstop—back at thinking of Yerim again. “To be real, I thought I never had any chance.

Yunjin frowns. “Hey. don’t say that to yourself!”

“It was like that, tho—” your eyes lose their focus, staring at nothing; the green 0 is about to fall out of your fingers “—everyone liked her. I did too, but there were a hundred people ahead of me. A hundred people better than a nerd like me.”

It’s like flipping a switch, how suddenly a quiet, listening Jisung hops into your thought train. “So… what if I told you Yerim always had something towards you in high school?”

Something you’ve never heard of—

“Wasn’t she dating Jaesung—”

“Something more than the puppy love she had with the chairman—” though Jisung ends in trivial matters “—Yerim kept telling me she wanted to join your tabletop games.”

Silence consumes your game circle, or at least, your ears decide to block out any incoming noises. You’re alone in your thoughts, staring at your right wrist where the cherry tattoo resides. 

Mindlessly caressing the mark leads you deeper into Jisung’s words: more than puppy love. Something Yerim sees more than your face and the cock in your pants. There’s more meaning in the couple tattoos that you rashfully made with Yerim.

Then you watch your hand. It balls up into a fist, before stretching its fingers outwards. A gushing wave of vanity invades your nerves—they don’t like the absence of Yerim’s ten-finger lock, having been used to the warmth ever since the Christmas ball, where you led her home holding hands.

That was where everything started, you just feel.

“Guys!”

A call for someone, or some people. Your head jolts up; music hasn’t entered your ears yet when you find Sieun standing next to you, chest heaving from exhaustion.

“Do you know where Yerimie’s been?” she asks, frantically. “I couldn’t find her!”

The UNO cards bend under your tightening fingers. You swallow your throat, yet you remain calm.

Yunjin glances at you, before facing Sieun. “Maybe she’s in the toilet?”

“No!” Sieun’s eyes search amongst the card piles; then they completely lock onto you. “She would’ve told one of us if she needed a bathroom break!”

“How long—” your words start off faint, before you stutter the rest “—h-how long has Choerry been missing?”

“Thirty minutes!”

Everything becomes déjà vu to you at this instant, as Sieun adds in another news—it’d be the crushing meteor to your sanity.

“And I think chairman Jaesung has gone out looking for her!”

Time stops.

Your memory rewinds.

==========

“It was all expected, yet the advent shall inject immense dread to the people. None had expected the nightmare would come, as one concluded: such mere thought of the cosmic being would twist one’s mind to unsalvageable madness…

Yet here they are, in front of you—all screaming in ultimate despair, their eyes, filled with unprecedented fear. Their limbs and heart had never prepared for this, as they froze in place. One even gave up, and spared his life with the most horrendous take. The downfall was inevitable anyway—the dreamer, dormant ever since unintelligible ancient times, emerged from the ocean masses.

The Call was completed. The cult couldn’t be stopped in time. Alas, their infinite chase of eternal elysium would be fulfilled… or would they? The deity—”

“Hey.”

Someone called you. Damn, they ruined your immersion.

Instead of standing in a stormy ocean for Call of Cthulhu, a Christmas ball had perfectly killed your mood in billowing snow. Wearing a tuxedo amidst subzero cold failed to keep your Christmas mood high.

You hated to be here. In fact you weren't supposed to be here. Your existence was only justified by an unfitting tabletop roleplaying game. Fairly easy for peers to figure out you were part of the minority group on 25th December—singletons.

The frozen fountain in the middle of a giant plaza was perfect for couples to hang around nearby, yet with all the spaces available, you could only sit by a corner, with an unfolded table surrounded by people you know. Minus Brendan, though. He managed to ask Yunjin out for this prom.

And you failed to get a date. You didn’t bother asking anyone out either. Who would pair up with a nerd who plays games only? In a festival of red and green, you were black, just like your insignificant outfit camouflaging into the night. People around you—moving their bodies according to this waltz piece; taking food from the buffet table; ignoring your existence.

Which you didn’t mind. A private table for your favorite games was what you needed for this ball—

"Excuse me? We need to ask you something!"

Who would’ve thought a mere shoulder tap could destroy the story you were building; two people behind you just did.

You could’ve ignored them, but you weren’t any delinquents in the school acting rude. Frost had carved out the veins on your bare right wrist as you put down your roleplaying script. Snow nearly blinded your vision as you turned around; pent-up annoyance leaked from your watery eyes (thanks to snow flakes and chilly wind)—you found a girl and a guy staring at you.

The girl’s name was Sieun, you remembered. You used to skim her name tag whenever you meandered in the school library.

Annoyed (still), you merely uttered a word: “What?”

“Have you seen Yerim around here?”

There was a switch flicked inside you upon hearing the name.

Your childhood friend; your crush; the smiley sunshine you would never get to have. Yerim had Jaesung as her date, as you recalled. Your gut hadn’t been feeling well since Yerim revealed her relationship with the Student Union chairman a long while ago. Instincts today told you Sieun was not delivering any good news.

You shook your head. No, you hadn’t seen her; you hadn’t talked to her. Your answer only added more anxiety to Sieun.

A deep breath, before she spilled the tea.

“Yerim caught Jaesung cheating with another girl. He was having sex in a stall.”

“What the fuck?” Three words rushed out of you on impulse. A crack appeared in your heart. “Where is Choerry?”

“Choerry who…?”

“Choi Yerim!” You stood up. Everyone around the tabletop could notice the overwhelming dose of panic filling your eyes, as you practically yelled your question: “Where is she now!”

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking you! She told us you’re her childhood friend, so we thought you’d know something…” Sieun looked around once more: everything went as normal, despite the cheating news spreading like wildfire. Destruction came forth to Earth in front of your eyes, but to everyone else, the night was nothing but dancing snowflakes.

“Maybe you should calm down,” Sieun’s date said, nonchalant of the gossip, “Ilhoon and Rayeon said she looked fine, though she excused herself to leave.”

Your eyes widened. “Choerry left the ball?”

“But she’ll come back, right?” asked Sieun.

And her date reassured, “Yerim is a happy and strong girl. Maybe we just need to give her a moment.”

More and more words from tabletop players reached your ears, fueling the anxious devil within you.

“Yeah, we never saw her crying or being sad.”

“Don’t worry, guys. Let’s continue the game!”

“Man, why are you so edgy about her? It’s not like you’re dating her or something.”

You snapped.

“No, you all don’t know Choerry.”

Let the impulse drive your muscles. Your legs; your brain; your shattered heart—the name of your childhood playmate was all they could think of. With everyone watching, your hasty claws snatched your jacket. Anger, regret and anguish lingered in your eyes, and the flares you emitted left Sieun and her date speechless.

“I should’ve told her that motherfucker’s been sketchy recently...” You gritted your teeth. “If she’s alright, then why did you guys ask me about her? Feels like I’m your clown entertaining you.”

Those were your last words in the ball, as you sprinted out of the plaza.

Then minutes after minutes you ran, and you regretted everything: you shouldn’t have agreed to play games in a Christmas prom; you should’ve kept an eye on Yerim like usual. You ran along the road to this alley uphill, before bolting up the stairs.

You ran; you fell; you got back up with scratches and bruises to your jacket and hand. The last speck of star up high was hurrying you: find her before the brightness fades. You knew what would happen to her, so you ran quicker—a relentless charge within the stronger storm.

Snow became harmless drizzles. They slapped your bare hands without mercy, as frost killed all senses on your palm. Blurry view, as you could see, but you couldn’t stop here. You knew where Yerim would go when bad things happened.

You once found her crying in a back alley after losing a cheerleading competition. Till this day regret had tortured you—you only left her a packet of tissues, and headed off to your part-time job.

You wouldn’t leave her alone anymore. Not at all, as a familiar silhouette appeared exactly where you expected her to be.

Choi Yerim had become a zombie wandering in a back alley; in a drizzly night. Of course she noticed you, with crunchy steps of panic in the snow.

Immediately you were heartbroken finding her eyes—swollen and veiny after what could possibly mean a meltdown that wasn’t enough. Yerim must have rubbed her eyes too much. She wouldn’t dare to shed a drop of tear in front of anyone.

Your fist balled up, and trapped a piece of snowflake. It melted under your sizzling wrath. You went to the ball alone; she went to the ball partnered. Now you both had left the ball alone.

The alley was quiet. Neither you or Yerim had said anything. It was awkward: you hadn’t talked to her since freshman days. She was too busy and popular, and you were too insignificant.

But you had to say something, because you cared about her.

“I heard what happened,” you said.

Yerim didn’t even flinch at your words. She simply stood there, faking a smile as hard as she could, no matter how agonized her eyes looked. You could figure her tears were half a trigger away from bursting.

“......” She muttered something: your name. Your full name.

“Are you…”

You wanted to say “okay,” but Yerim clearly wasn’t. The last star in the night sky dimmed out. The final speck of brightness was gone tonight.

Her forceful smile quickly dissolved, before she began wailing.

Extremely heartbroken.

==========

One. Two. Three. Time resumes running round the clock. A gust of cold air blasts you back to reality.

Now where are you? In the school campus for sure—you’re searching for Yerim, but look around: not in the school hall anymore—you can’t let Jaesung find her first.

Your steps echo in the school corridor nonstop. Several more stomps, you halt, and stand with arms akimbo. No, no time for reminiscing about every part of the school, although walking past the library reminds you how Yerim began studying with you after the ball.

“Choerry, where are you…” Powerless; breathless call. Yelling her pet name for minutes depletes your energy. Every room you’ve looked into is occupied by darkness. School is closed, and only the hall retains its indoor lights, but it won’t reach you from afar.

There was one second you were considering returning to the hall, until the name Jaesung tortures your brain. You hold onto a handrail, and your veins begin sizzling. So frustrating. You regret every decision you’ve made prior to this high school reunion—sweating under a suit ranks second in your “hate list.”

Danger on Yerim ranks first, which drives your legs running again, until you stop at the Games Room.

Then through the windows you find a silhouette strolling by the board game cabinets. A slight grin of relief appears on your face as Yerim picks up a box of Dungeons and Dragons.

Never once had she stepped into the “room of losers” during high school. The popular cheerleader was too “prestigious” to visit a ghetto for outcasts. You know she peeked through the window several times, before her boyfriend Jaesung quickly pulled her away.

In the room there’s only Yerim, picking up yet another board game you clearly recognize: Monopoly was the go-to game on Thursdays. While laughter and banter flooded your ears back in the days, several times you glanced outwards as a landlord, and caught Yerim stopping by, peeking at your game.

Now that Jisung told you about her habits, you really should’ve noticed the plea in her eyes back then. At least you can find the same sparkles right now, in Yerim’s eyes, bathed amidst moonlight.

“Should I ask oppa to play Monopoly together…” she asks herself, unaware of your existence one wall away—she’s thinking of you, regardless, perhaps too focused on you. Sometimes she doesn’t realize the ethereal aura she emits: the way she examines the box, crescent grin rivaling moonlight whenever she thinks of you. Animated reactions as she digs out variations of UNO cards; then admiration fills her eyes after noticing a picture of you on a wall.

You don’t even dare to call out her name as she places down Monopoly giggling. Her petite torso leans over a pile of unattended games. Baby kicks in the air, before she backs off with Cards Against Humanity in her hands.

Easy for you to figure out her plan to bring those to the school hall and play with you; it’ll be hard for you to not let your heart explode out of joy. 

“Still the same nerd as you were.”

Not that hard to sink your heart to hell, as you turn around, and find Jaesung staring at you, his eyes yearning to impale your numb body.

Punching Jaesung in the corridor was the last time you talked to him, and as far as you know, cheating on Yerim didn’t interfere with his career in the slightest. The phrase “Chief Executive Officer” on his name tag glitters to your utmost annoyance, and Yunjin once reminded you about the Ferrari in the car park.

You lick your lips. An eye to your unaware girlfriend; you don’t mind punching him in his face again.

But apparently Jaesung seems unfazed at your threatening eyes. “After all these years,” he says, pointing at you with mockery, “I’m surprised you’re still loyal to this slut.”

“And you’re still the same asshole who cheated on Choerry,” you strike back, “oh well, that doesn’t surprise me at all,”

“Choerry—pfff—” your pet name for Yerim is merely another topic for Jaesung to heckle on “—what a disgusting nickname.”

You walk up to him. Just one more step. Your fist clenches up behind your back.“Bruh, it’s not up to you to decide. Everyone knows you called her a slut to cover up your own shit.”

“So?” Remorse doesn’t exist in Jaesung, who flaunts his thousand-dollar suit in an attempt to embarrass you. “I can do that because I’m a big man. Learn your place, okay?”

“Speak human language, Jaesung. What’s the point you tryna make?”

“I’ll take Choi Yerim along with me.”

How shameless Jaesung can be—he closes up the gap in front of you, and pushes his finger against your chest. The hatred in his eyes oppresses your soul. You recall the day when you punched him to blood stains, now all of a sudden your future is shown right in front of you.

One finger on your chest; then it becomes five. A hateful push, you stumble backwards, holding onto anything that keeps you upright.

“I was the chairman of the Student Union; I can do whatever I want. Look at you: an outcast; a nerd! What makes you think you deserve her?” More biffs on your chest as Jaesung taunts,  “She loves me. Always has. We used to always hang around, doing stuff together, instead of sitting in this loser Games Room to play cardboard? As far as I know, Yerim never loved you. She only uses you like a vending machine.”

“You don’t know shit about me and Choerry, “ you admonish, palms sweaty: “you better stop right there.”

“Try me, then—” Jaesung doesn’t “—maybe after today you’ll realize you’re just a fantasy writer who writes shit stories! Wanna tell me what Yerim loves about you?”

“I…” 

Yerim never explained why she fell in love with you.

Blood becomes lava bubbling in your veins; your heart races, and your brain scrambles to find any words. There’s a reason Choerry loves you, right? Repeat the question to yourself, again and again. Buy more time, but little does it work against a smug from Jaesung.

“Fuck, I was expecting something. Guess once a loser; always a loser—”

It only took you one second to grab Jaesung by his collar. Two seconds it took you to propel your fist forward.

Another second, though. Your eyes glimpse the Games Room aside, and meet Yerim’s dark orbs.

She is watching—

“Choerry—”

The punch misses Jaesung by inches, who quickly seizes your suit.

“I won’t let you do that to me again, nerd.”

A shock of pain explodes in your body as Jaesung returns the favor—a brutal swing onto your face, enough to blast your body several feet away, before you crash onto the ground.

You groan and writhe upon the assault. Glittery shades of red dribble from your nose as they discolor the beige on your suit. Fumbling, you clamber backwards, but a fuming Jaesung won’t give you time—your blurry vision can only watch him pouncing at you; a veiny fist—like a bone-breaking maul it pummels your face again.

“Wake up, motherfucker.” Another blow, this time on your stomach; then Jaesung catapults you further backwards, until your back hits a concrete pillar.

You mutter, “You’re the one—augh… that needs to wake up!” 

“Yerim only uses you! You know she doesn’t love you! Maybe she asked you to attend this reunion so she can have sex with me—”

“I won’t let you say that to oppa!”

This familiar voice stuns you. Your impaired vision tries to piece out the silhouette that runs out of the Games Room. Stopping between you and Jaesung, her back shields you from further harm, and perhaps it’s your hallucination—you discover butterfly wings on her back, flooded by midnight lights just outside.

Eventually she turns around, and kneels down in front of you. Her pout is still recognizable within your yet-to-be recovered sight.

“Are you okay, oppa?” she asks.

“Choerry…” You eke out a smile. She has a magical presence that nullifies your pain.  “W-What do you think…”

The clearer your vision becomes, the more you notice her eyes—somberish to the fullest. For once since a long while you can’t find the happy-to-go persona in Yerim.

She pulls out a paper tissue, and presses it against your nose bridge. “You’re bleeding—”

“I know.” You almost forgot the dried stains on your suit as you sit up. “But I’m… okay—”

Jaesung’s interruption suggests otherwise. “Not after I told him the truth.”

Your nerves tickle digesting his words, but instead your girlfriend rises up and faces her ex. Light from the heavens blesses Yerim—tonight she becomes your guardian angel, and once again it’s against Jaesung.

Embers of the day you defended Yerim vividly glow in your brain. The girl you pledged to protect reverses the roles. A dramatic plot twist indeed; a quiet chuckle slips out of your lips.

“Lee Jaesung,” Yerim warns. “I need you to stop bad-mouthing my boyfriend.”

His instant reaction is a pair of creased brows, fixated eyes staring at Yerim. Blood has been dripping from his fist, no matter how subdued he appears to be, as if he’s pleading for something. 

“You mean… your friend, or ‘sex doll,’ right? There’s no way you both are dating—”

“I’ve been dating him for nearly a year, Lee Jaesung—” there is no playfulness, or even the usual animated cadence in her tone “—we’re best friends forever.”

It won’t persuade Jaesung, and he tests the words by opening his arms—you know what outcome he’s demanding of.

“Don’t you remember we were the “best match” in high school? Come back to me, and we’ll do better than your puppet.”

“Is that why you hurt him?” asks Yerim. “Are you jealous?”

“He just needs to be reminded.” A step ahead Jaesung approaches; Yerim backs off, trying as much as she can to barricade you. “I don’t understand why you want him instead of me.”

You sink into your own ocean of thoughts. You don’t understand either—the catalyst that attracted Yerim.

Jaesung presses on, “You know we are the one, true pair, Choi Yerim. The reason you’re dating him is to get his dick and money. Weren’t you head over heels with me? Only a person like me deserves to be your boyfriend, and he really thinks you have feelings for him.”

Yerim shakes her head at Jaesung. “You’re wrong, Lee Jaesung. He’s the best guy I can ever have, and he has everything that you don’t have. The moment you began calling me a slut in front of everyone else, you’ve lost me. Stop being this arrogant, egocentric! There’s no way you can’t stop me from loving oppa.”

“Why?” Jaesung’s question syncs with yours. Only he gets to ask aloud: “I have the wealth and the fame. I have everything you can ask for! Why do you love a fucking loser like him?”

Your eyes shift to Yerim, who lets quiescence permeate the corridor. Breezes invade the void left by wordless air, scooping Yerim’s hair up into a disordered dance. From behind you can’t capture her expression, but at bare minimum she stands unperturbed; the anticipated-turned-puzzled face of Jaesung, meanwhile, tells the rest of the story.

Yerim turns around and glances at you. A flash of reassurance escapes from her eyes, but only for a second—her grin that follows disappears; the emotionless stare is reserved for Jaesung, whom she returns her focus on.

Eventually she belts out her answer at Jaesung.

“I won’t tell you.”

Your truth-seeking heart drops.

Jaesung also blinks in subtle shock, as Yerim further elaborates.

“I don’t think I should tell you, Lee Jaesung. You don’t deserve to know why I love my edgy, introverted oppa. It won’t change anything even if I do.”

You deep down still yearn for her unrevealed answer, and the disappointment is shown visibly as Yerim meets her eyes with yours.

“Let’s go, oppa—” Yerim shuffles towards you, and prints her lips on your forehead “—We’ll go to the medical room.”

Her soberish tone doesn’t raise your morale, but within those syllables you find love, a force of nature drawing your hands together till they’re completely intertwined, and in the eyes of yours and Yerim’s: only each other. Neither of you bother checking on Jaesung, who might become a defeated statue in the shadows, suffering gut-punches from the wind.

“I wish you’d said it,” faintly you hear Jaesung mutter before you turn the corner.

Me too. 

Along the stairway towards the medical room, there’s no hint of breezes—gloomy darkness wraps around your head, and taking cautious steps with near-blinded sight, light refracts on a tattoo on Yerim’s wrist, that you can’t help but to keep staring at.

Hence you go into a thinking spiral, level by level going downwards.

So what made Choi Yerim fall in love with you?

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The atmosphere becomes uncannily soberish in a room with only you and Yerim.

It is as if you and Yerim had an argument, despite knowing you didn’t.

Yet like a punished child after a brawl, you sit on the medical bed—wounded, wordless and motionless. Mere air suffices to kill your vocabulary. Medical rooms, after all, are built to amass your guilt, after watching ball after ball of bloodied tissue rolling onto the floor.

Your face burns as red as those tissues, but you manage to steal an eye from Yerim, who’s been quietly treating your bruises with a first-aid kit.

Dried dots of red seem to have stained Yerim’s sleeves as well, but nothing can distract her from ice-packing you. Your wincing body is worth more than 500 USD, which Yerim spent for her entire outfit; no matter how hard you try not to dirty her fingers, another inch you scoot away is always followed by two inches she closes in.

Eventually you mutter, “Blood’s on your sleeves.” 

Yerim pauses. She looks at you in the eyes; her lips curl into her trademark smile.

“I know, oppa.” She puts aside a bundle of tissues. “I ruined your suit with tears, but you never said anything about it.”

During that Christmas ball, she means. Sterile walls and LED pipes have trapped both you and Yerim in a small universe. Yerim has the door locked; no one else can intrude into her so-called “couple moments.”

“The ball wasn’t fun anymore once you were gone.” You look at a mirror: there’s you—bruised, but your nose has stopped bleeding. “Plus.. I couldn’t ignore your feelings.”

A pouty smile from Yerim— “Aww… tsundere oppa who cares about me…”

“Meh, you’re my girlfriend. I’m obliged to.” Within four walls so estranged to you, you don’t dare to lay an eye on Yerim. The inner guilt has snowballed, and after searching distractions in this white room, you eventually find the windows leading to the night. Pale, crescent moon ambles along the clouded night; the stars near its path refuse to dim out. They illuminate altogether, casting shadows upon you and Yerim.

She leans in, head on your shoulder. Her perfume numbs your mild pain, then you forget the pain with her happy noises.

“So, oppa—” Yerim draws circles on your tattooed hand; her playful lilt ensues “—were you out there looking for me?”

Your brain stalls. “When? Uhh… the ball or today?”

“Today.” Without a break Yerim answers, “Yunjin texted me after you left them.”

Scorching heat on your face, you look away. “I… definitely overthought when Sieun told me you went missing. Sorry.”

Yerim seizes the chance and pecks on your cheeks. Tingly currents run over your body as you nearly topple onto the medical bed. Her giggles echo the medical room.

“Oppa was jealous, right?”

“No.”

“Oh, so you are jealous!”

Your eyes can’t help but to squint as Yerim threatens with tweezers and a metal dish of cotton balls. No harm; just cuteness.

“I told you I’d be fine at this reunion, and guess who protected you fifteen minutes ago?”

You mumble something under your breath. Yerim simply laughs at you.

“And oppa, you don’t have to be jealous over someone like Jaesung! Didn’t I say I love you no matter what?”

“But why did you fall in love with me in the first place?”

Facing the night skies as your impulse asks the question, and overlooks the slight confusion on Yerim’s face. Vanity begins creeping in, so you search for her fingers, and lock them tight. Your eyes wander amidst the near-blinding lights, but it’s a distraction tactic—your heart is pounding when Yerim puts her idle hand on your chest.

The extrovert won’t endure the silence for any longer, and she asks.

“What do you mean?”

You chuckle, defeated. “What else? What made you decide I’m the perfect boyfriend for you? Out of a dozen friends and admirers you had, not to mention you were still in love with Jaesung.”

“Mmm.” She’s listening.

And you let anxiety pace up your words. “This sounds ridiculous after we’ve gone from friends to FWBs to lovers—ugh, remember high school? We never even talked to each other before the ball, like we were almost strangers! You were the cheerleader with all the friends, while I was just a guy with little attention.”

“Oppa…”

“I know you love me, and I know you’ve given out so much proof, but sometimes… I just can’t believe how we ended up together. What even started all of this? This feels too fictional, like it has to be written by a cheesy writer or some shit. Why did you suddenly have feelings for me after the ball? Was it just you coping or—”

Words stop coming out of your mouth—a lump blocks your throat; you forcibly swallow it and continue.

“I don’t know. I can’t stop overthinking about how I suddenly got you by doing nothing, I always feel like you’ll be gone without saying anything, and with Jaesung coming back, I…”

Squeezing her hand tight, to the point your arm is trembling, you mutter the next words.

“I feel jealous, but more than that… I’m scared.”

Only now you notice how the windows are actually opened, as white blinds behind you sway amidst the breezes, clattering on their rails. Your heart flinches, and the grip on Yerim’s hand tightens. Something in the world, you fear, can snatch your girlfriend away.

And you hate it; you hate yourself for not being mentally stronger, even for just a tad bit.

Why would she even love—

"I fell in love with you�� because you’re the only one who ran out of the ball to look for me."

Yerim’s words almost pause your breathing; your brain glitches—total disbelief. Just as you settle on wishful thinking, you hear Yerim again. This time her soft tone shoves her intentions straight into your head.

“Not my closest friends in high school; not my cheerleading teammates; not my teachers, but you—who had been watching me from a distance. When they all thought I’d be fine after a heartbreak, you were the only one who knew where I’d go.”

You blurt out, “It’s only because I—”

“Because you cared?” Amidst her crescent-shaped lips she effortlessly steals your answer. You’ve run out of words, staring at Yerim as she resumes.

“That’s the point, oppa… Only you cared for me enough to drop everything you had during the ball.”

“But—”

“Hey, hey, calm down, oppa.” Yerim does it with a kiss on your lips. You’re now muted. “I always tried not to cry in front of others, so everyone thought I was a strong girl. I held everything in, and they never asked whether I’m okay.

“But you showed up that day, near the alley I’d hide and cry. Only you dared to approach me, and I was surprised you came. My best childhood friend actually understood me.”

You hear a sniff. In the blink of an eye, you find sparkles in Yerim’s eyes.

“People care about me only when I smile, and no one cares when I cry… but you do. You let me cry in your arms. Where am I supposed to find someone who’d do the same?”

“Choerry…”

“You’re always the first person to know what I want, and you’re the only person I can freely be myself. I can cry in front of you knowing you’ll pull me into a hug, and I feel the happiest when I’m with you. You always do so much to make me feel loved, so why shouldn’t I do the same to you?”

The lock between your hands tightens. Yerim stares into your eyes with a sentimental smile. Sparkles in her eyes persist, a lump growing in her throat.

“Oppa. I really, really love you… There’s only one oppa in the world, and I can’t imagine my life without you, so—”

You seal up her lips with yours. Nightly breeze does the counting: one, two, three onwards… you feel her tears rolling down; then you feel yours. More kisses—you both need more with an insatiable need for each other, so you kiss further: unlocking; nibbling; locking again. Then again, and again and again and again…

Then mutually, you both break the kiss. The bridge of saliva refuses to split up between your lips—neither you both want to separate. Yerim stares at your swollen lips, and you do the same.

You both meet eyes, both teary; and you both smile.

“You’ll have me forever, o-oppa. I love you.” Yerim chokes up on her words. Not just tears, you find—those are a pair of gorgeous, mesmeric eyes, so enamored with yours.

You wipe away her tears. “Thanks, Choerry, for loving me.”

Three powerful words—you make sure Yerim hears them before pulling her into kisses again.

“I love you.”

This overwhelming wave of love swells in your chest, before intimacy sets the skipping heart ablaze. Deep kisses from Yerim further blinds you from pain. Her long hair tickles your shoulder, a familiar signal to slowly topple her onto the medical bed.

You won’t question what’s coming next.

“Mmm… oppa…”

The soft mattress sinks Yerim inches further down, into her drunken world of euphoria. Jacket off, you chase after. Her lips are the allure you fervently follow, climbing onto a love-addled Yerim who indulges in your presence. All the heat flows into her; all intended by yourself, pressing onto her warm, soft body. You know every curve and valley that builds Choi Yerim, and as your hands trace along her lines, you find every sensitive spot that can usher a whimper from her.

Fiddle around her abdomen, Yerim writhes in your arms, exposing a sleek line on her neck. She’s waiting, for the fiery devil that never depletes its desires, even the outcome only lasts for a second—you’re burning. You latch onto her neck; almost immediately you hear her moan, a guttural call for whatever you can offer. Her slight arch of her back glues against your body—apparently she’s burning as well.

Yerim grabs onto your wrist, ever so desperately she tries to guide you towards her pants. Now you recall how soaked Yerim can become, and how often you're the only person in the world that can satiate her desires.

“Dirty girl,” you whisper in her ears, “how much squirt you’ve been holding onto?”

It has Yerim grinding on your crotch in pure madness. It’s been a while since you last saw Yerim coveting anything to stuff her hole, but no, you're not questioning her hand deep in your pants. The raging pulse in your pants is too hard to be ignored.

“We gotta be patient, my Choerry,” you still coo, while frantically stripping away her blouse, then her nu-bra.

Then your patience against her haloed nipples. You madly devour, a nub in your mouth; another between your fingers. Your hand roams across her fluffy stomach, before cupping onto her petite mound. “Cute boobies,” as you say—the 200th time you’ve complimented them. Size never matters, as long as they belong to Yerim—

“Oppa—nnhh! I need you—”

who can’t control her writhing hips anymore. Suctions on her tits boil her brain. Her whines ring within the room—a cry for you, despite having her fingers grabbing your hair. She’d melt beneath you; in fact she’s already dissolving, as cream from her hole rampantly leaks.

You’re making her the wettest pussy ever.

“Please… I beg you…” A teary-eyed Yerim tries to find whatever she can grind her wetness against. “I need oppa’s cock!”

Spitting out her breast, it only takes a second to find her hand leading yours downwards. Subtle movements from her hips: back and forth, then wiggles slide her pants downwards. Her underwear duly follows, all according to your repeated plays of your robust sex life.

Always, as you watch. Sex on bed always starts with Yerim spreading her legs—her heat is throbbing, her eyes, too—moonlit orbs ignited by lust.

“Here’s my wet sunshine, oppa…” 

No doubts about the unspoken sexiness an aroused Yerim can be. She never bores you, and her allure always drives you crazy whenever she offers her dripping folds—the prettiest pair of butterfly wings painted in the wettest slick. Almost as if a cream pipe has exploded all across her thighs, and more than that drools out of her pulsating hole.

Yerim bites her lower lip, and draws circles around her clit. Her adorable whimper tells you to go all over her; inside her as well. The load you’ve been stocking within your core resonates. You want to unload them all into her womb.

Taking every piece of clothing off you is painfully tedious in front of your needy girlfriend, yet still you comply, and once again Yerim meets your raging length tonight. Without question it’s something Yerim absolutely loves, as her legs wrap around your waist in a blitz. The anticipation sends tingles through your body: her wetness brushing against your tip the moment she pulls your torso closer.

“Cum inside me, oppa—” another outcome of sex she’s addicted to “—imagine me having our babies…”

You chuckle, and nibble her earlobe. 

“You love me so much, Choerry.”

To the point of thinking about having kids. Oh you aren’t wasting any time. Just thrust yourself into her stretching walls.

Heat sizzles from her pussy, close enough to burning, and that sensation refuses to escape from the traps of her luscious thighs. Never once can you get used to the thrill Yerim provides, but there she is: tears bubbling in her eyes with all the euphoria she experiences, her lips—slightly parted—singing a familiar yet exhilarating song everyone can hear in this high school. Her hand also finds yours—you’ve fucked her enough to know she likes her fingers intertwined.

“Ahhh—mmmfff—oppa!” Yerim mewls, amidst cracked and guttural whines as you pound her. She never conceals her noises, as if everyone in the world should learn your unstoppable love. This relentless pump into her cock-molded vagina is making her swoon; her friends in the school hall will eventually learn how much you’re loving her.

She wants more, you know. You taste every drop of lust perspiring from her arching neck, knowing she goes ballistic every time you tell her—

“I’ll pack so many stars inside you.”

Yerim convulses.

“Oppa! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” The first of many orgasms from Yerim. Her walls nearly eject your shaft, before massive sprays of squirt blast in all directions. She cries in this erotic moan of insanity, unable to stop the endless pulses of squirt soaking the medical bed. “F-fuck… I c-ccccan’t stop—ahh…”

You aren’t stopping either. The lust driven by love is the inevitable force tonight, yet you’re starving for more. Missionary sex isn’t enough to quench your madness to her; hickeys on her neck, and nibbles on her ear aren’t satisfying your growing devil.

You fervidly thrust, before you hastily press against her body, grinding as deep as possible. Your lips claim every part of Yerim yours; her lips swollen from your greedy kisses, as she bucks her curvy hips—she becomes even tighter around your shaft.

“I—nnh…” she babbles, “I love you, o-oppa!”

More kisses to her lips— “Fucking hell I love you too…”

It will never get boring repeating this. In fact Yerim cums again at your words, taking you out of surprise. She wholeheartedly sprays love over you, and warmth over your entire cock. Of course she coils you tight to her violent quivers, an endearing request for you: to always be with her.

Kisses; more kisses once she falls down from climax. Never enough kisses as you shower Yerim with more. Sweat glistens upon medical room lights as she nuzzles into your neck as a response—she seems to love your smell.

“We use the same shampoo, Choerry.”

“It’s you, oppa,” Yerim pouts, pulling your chest onto her squishy boobs, “you smell so good.”

“Guess I have to fuck you more to become sweatier.”

“You have to.” It’s evident from Yerim’s twitchy pussy as she begs, “You haven’t cummed yet, and I want you to cum in me.”

“Hungry baby,” you coo with spoiled eyes.

“Because I'm your little slut, oppa.”

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So you let everyone know she’s your personal slut—pounding from behind would do.

With lust ablaze you have Yerim pinned onto a window frame, her back curves serve the eye fuel that keeps you feral, or your cock in between her folds. Light, yet chilly breezes sweep in, for sure tickling her taut nipples. The sweltering grip on your cock feels even tighter as you lean over, and nibble on the nape of her neck.

“Oppa… oppa…” That’s the only word she knows how to say in delirium. When the mere thought of public sex makes Yerim wet, you know you’re the only person in the world that can realize her fantasy.

So you ravage her; you plunge into her flooded hole, and there she cums again—her fifth orgasm today; for seconds her squeals echo in the empty football fields, and the splash between her legs falls on deaf ears.

Still you’d make sure your words edged into Yerim’s head.

“I wonder their reaction when they see my little bad girl getting fucked in the medical room…”

It absolutely sends Yerim to pleasurable heavens. She isn’t answering anymore; she is, though, enjoying your cock. More whispers to her ears multiply her quivers, more than enough for her cunt to tighten up. For the nth time she tries to lure out your seed, and perhaps for this time you’d concede.

Deeper and deeper into Yerim, then at one point: a pearly blast paints her inner flesh sticky white.

“Nnnhhh—mmpphh…” Yerim perches her hips on your crotch with a frazzled whine—her desired load has finally flooded her womb. “Fill me, fill meeee…”

You comply, packing your stars into your slutty Choerry as you promised. From behind you’d love to check out her expressions, and amidst overwhelming rut you start imagining: Yunjin, or Jisung or Sieun—whoever is friends with Yerim might stand in the vast football field, noticing this box of light amongst dark windows.

Then from there, you picture Yerim with half-lidded eyes and disheveled hair, trembling; trembling; and trembling. Lips belting frazzled whimpers that coax every drop of semen to fill her swelling womb. More trembling; trembling in pleasure.

Eventually your stamina surrenders, and together with Yerim you fall back onto the mattress. Atop of you Yerim doesn’t hesitate to lean down—a sloppy; intimate kiss that lasts for seconds. Her subtle grind on your cock almost turns you rogue, right before she rolls off—now she’s in your arms, her breath syncing with your heaving chest.

Damn, you fucking love her, and you love fucking her.

“So oppa,” Yerim whispers to you, and all of the sudden you both indulge in your shared universe. There’s only you and Yerim.

Yeirm stares at you, your lips nearly touch. “I love everything about you.”

“I’ll be the only one who can call you a slut.” Your words earn a giggle from Yerim, as you caress her face. “I love everything about you too.”

Yerim repeats, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you I love you I love you.”

And you peck her lips.

“I know you love my big, hard cock as well.”

“Mmhm!”

A gush of warmth envelops your half-limp member. You peek down, and already Yerim has her juicy thighs sandwiching it.

You chuckle. “Again? How about your friends in the hall?”

“Nnh. Just one more round, oppa.”

And you’re probably the only one that understands what she wants.

“Three more, then we go find Yunjin.”

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Waking up to a phone call is a nightmare to you, especially after last night.

It was surely a dreamy one. Eating Yerim out on the way back home didn’t satisfy your sex drives, and you remember neither you or Yerim closed the door when you got in—too wrapped-up in packing her cunt “full of stars.”

You’re definitely seeing stars upon opening your eyes. Sore back and legs pins you back onto bed, and the ringing phone is a torture to your ears.

Still, you get to glance across the room, and damn—almost you thought a hurricane struck as you noticed the scattered clothes over the bedsheets and the floor.

Yerim’s underwear is the closest piece of fabric to you, and even closer than that is Yerim herself, bare-bodied and semen-stuffed, sleeping soundly at your neck.

Ringtones would still muffle her soft snores, to your nuisance. Two swats on the cabinet behind, and on the third you snatch the phone to your ears.

“Where are you two?! You’re late for work!” It’s Haseul bombarding with a grumpy yet adorable tone. “What did you two do yesterday?!”

A peek at your phone: 9:30AM.

And you… had a reunion? Though it was heavily overshadowed by medical room sex. You have to mouth your words in rehearsal, before responding to your boss.

“Seulie, me and Choerry fucked all night…”

“Oh…” A more calm reaction (in fact, a bit aroused) from Haseul. “That explains.”

“Sorry—” an airy gasp leaks out from your fatigued voice “—I think we both need a few days off.”

“Ugh… sure, Devil-ie, you better spend a day with me in the office when you come back!”

“Hey Seulie, one more thing—”

The call dies before you finish, just as you sense the ball of sunshine squirming.

“Morning, oppa…” 

Like always, the first thing Yerim does is to slither onto you, and gives you a morning kiss. She’s adorable; she’s sleepy; and she’s sweaty—her sweet pheromones are tickling your dormant member.

“Aren’t we working—”

You cut her off. “Day-off today, love.”

It’s the magic word to Yerim—you feel her wet folds rubbing against your cock already.

So the eighth… twentieth… a billionth time you put your cock into her pussy…

You won’t question anything. She’s so in love with you, and you don’t need to ask questions about her love. No matter how many times she wants you to fuck her; no matter how slutty she becomes under your endless thrusts…

…the fact her love is more than that is never a question.

Toy - Part 9: Ball Boy

Yoo Jeongyeon was, above all else, a breath of fresh air.

She was so unlike the other eight, and in more ways than one. The others put a lot of thought into their clothes, their makeup, their accessories - Jeongyeon was content simply to roll out of bed and throw on a hoodie and sneakers five minutes before you’d picked her up for her tennis practice. The others were into social media, endorsements from big brands, and what the general public was saying about them in online forums and in the comments - Jeongyeon was more into taking her dogs for walks, volunteering at an animal shelter with her sister, or building lego sets at home.

Moreover, while the others were very much involved in the inter-group rivalry between Nayeon and Chaeyoung - Jeongyeon was more than content to simply watch from afar and let her groupmates battle it out.

“I don’t really have a dog in the fight,” she says, casually, bending to pick up a ball from amongst the dozens on the floor of the private tennis court after you bring up the topic. “Nayeon is one of my best friends, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I think she’s an angel.”

“So knowing what you know about her, it doesn’t swing you over to Chaeyoung’s side?” you ask as you approach her with the bin you were both using to collect the tennis balls. Her tennis instructor had called in sick, and so you’d spent the last couple of hours feeding balls into the automatic serving machine for her to practice her returns.

“No. Like I said, I love Nayeon for who she is. It doesn’t mean I agree with the way she treats Chaeyoung, or for that matter, the way Chaeyoung treats her.”

“Fully neutral, then, huh?”

“Like Switzerland,” she says with a smile and a wink, “unlike you. From those photos it looks like you’re well and truly on Nayeon’s side.”

You sigh as you toss another couple of balls into the bin. The fallout of the leaked photos depicting you and an only half-clothed Nayeon embracing in the hallway of her apartment had been managed relatively well by JYP’s PR department, truth be told. Thankfully none of the photos showed your face, and so JYP staff had put out a statement that you were simply an old family friend who was paying Nayeon a friendly visit. Rumors persisted, but generally it seemed most of the uproar had blown over.

You were fully expecting to be fired from your position as the girls’ pseudo-manager, but it seemed the girls had more than enough pull in the organization to let you keep your job. You wondered if Nayeon or one of the others had stepped in to defend you - you’d have to ask her about it the next time you saw her.

“You know what I was doing there,” you say to Jeongyeon, who has returned to the bin with another armful of tennis balls. She smirks, knowing full well what you meant.

“I’m sure the pussy is great,” she says, nonchalantly. “But you really need to be careful when it comes to getting caught like that. Yes, we’re all women, and yes, women our age are allowed to fuck whoever they want, but given our line of work, we still have to watch out for that kind of thing, you know? It could really hurt our images - and thus our careers.”

“I know. I just think it’s shitty that someone would take those pics with the sole aim of fucking with you girls.”

“Yeah, it’s shitty. I know it’s shitty. The media is shitty, people are shitty. But it comes with the territory.”

“I know. You’re right, Jeongyeon,” you admit. You’d spent little time with Jeongyeon compared to the others, but you’d spent enough time with her to know that she was often the voice of reason in the group. “But in my defense,” you continue, “there was no way I could have known there was paparazzi outside Nayeon and Momo’s apartment, just waiting for the moment to snap a couple of pictures.”

“That’s true,” she replies with a frown. “How did they even get into the building, anyway? It had to have been a resident, or someone let them in.”

“Right? It seems kind of sus that someone would be lurking out in the hallway just waiting for me and Nayeon to run out there.”

The two of you stand there in silence next to the bin of tennis balls, pondering the situation.

“Do you think… it was one of us?” she asks.

The thought that the photographer could have been one of the girls hadn’t occurred to you. But you supposed it was possible that one of the girls who had beef with Nayeon - or at least, was on Chaeyoung’s side, or doing her bidding - could have snapped the photos. Aside from Jeongyeon, who lived with her sister in a separate apartment, all the members lived in the same building, if in different units, so access to that particular hallway wouldn’t have been a problem for any one of them.

“I hadn’t thought of that,” you admit. “Do you think someone snapped those photos and leaked them to start shit with Nayeon?”

“Beats me,” Jeongyeon says with a shrug, although the slight furrow in her brow and the seriousness of her tone hinted at the concern she was hiding behind her casual tone. “Either way, it’s a really shitty thing to do. Nayeon’s been inconsolable. I called her right after the pictures leaked, and she spent an hour just crying on the line. She and Momo and I were supposed to go for dinner yesterday, but the three of us just spent the entire night in her room consoling her. She must’ve thought her career was over.”

Your frown deepens. The last thing you’d wanted was for Nayeon’s career to be affected - especially after she’d spilled her feelings about it to you. You knew what relationship rumors did to an idol’s career.

“Hey, don’t worry about it too much,” Jeongyeon says. “JYP’s got a good PR department. You’ve seen how they’ve handled it. Most of the public seems to have bought the ‘family friend’ story.”

“I suppose,” you agree. “But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a shitty thing to do. I need to find out who was behind it.”

Jeongyeon nods, but doesn’t say anything further. She gazes blankly at the bin of tennis balls, reaching down and grabbing one before turning it around in her hands.

“You like her, don’t you?” she asks.

Caught a little off guard by her question, you can do little more than mumble a “Who?”

“Nayeon. You have feelings for her. You seem awfully concerned about this whole thing.”

“I’m just her manag-... I mean, I’m just a toy for you girls.”

“That’s not an answer.”

���I don’t have feelings for Nayeon, Jeongyeon.”

“So Chaeyoung, then? She was the one who picked you out of the crowd, picked you to be our toy. You’ve spent more time with her than with any of us. I see the way you look at each other.”

You take a moment to compose your answer - and Jeongyeon gives you a sly smirk when you look up at her, as though your silence had told her all she needed to know.

“She must’ve been pretty pissed off about the whole thing, huh?” she asks.

“I think so. I tried to reach out to her after the pics leaked, but she wasn’t having me. She was pretty pissed off.” You left out the details, including the choice names Chaeyoung had for Nayeon. It seemed Chaeyoung was perfectly fine with you sleeping with the other girls - but seeing you and Nayeon sharing a more emotionally intimate moment seemed to have struck a chord with her.

Jeongyeon gives you a short nod, her eyes focused on the ball in her hands. After a moment she tosses it into your chest.

“Alright, that’s enough small talk,” she says with a smile. “Now go set up the machine and serve me another set, ball boy.”

---

Jeongyeon, it appeared, was a breath of fresh air in yet another way.

For the most part, the other girls had been relatively similar in terms of the power dynamic when it came to your more intimate duties. A few had bossed you around - at least initially - while some were more submissive. Some were somewhere in between, or happy to switch between the two poles at will or as the session went on. Either way, you never felt like you weren’t in control of the proceedings whenever you were with any of the girls.

But none were quite like Jeongyeon. It was clear right from the very start who was calling the shots.

You were a little nervous when she’d pulled you into the private, secure shower rooms of the upscale indoor tennis facility; not for fear of getting caught, but rather because you’d never been intimate with her before. Despite having worked with them for months, the stars had never quite aligned and you’d never been alone with her for very long, so the opportunity had never presented itself. You figured she’d be like the other girls, and that she’d pull you into the shower with her, you’d fuck, then you’d both go on your merry way.

But instead she made you wait outside her shower door.

She hadn’t even undressed in front of you - she’d instead tossed her sweaty clothes over the closed shower door for you to pick up. And so you spent the next twenty minutes standing there, awkwardly, her sweaty hoodie and leggings in your hands as she showered - although you did make note of the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

At least the shower door was only partially frosted, and its semi-transparent surface had given you a solid view of her soft, curvy body as she cleaned the afternoon’s worth of sweat off herself. Like the other girls, she had been slim and bordering on underweight when she’d debuted - but growing into adulthood had given her a curvier, fuller, more womanly shape than the other girls. Even through the frosted glass the differences were obvious; the other girls were thin sticks compared to Jeongyeon’s full, womanly shape. It was plain to see in her hips, those round thighs, and her long, luxurious legs.

“Towels please,” she says as she nears the end of her shower, “Two of them.” With more enthusiasm than you were expecting you pick up a couple of the luxurious looking towels from the nearby shelf and pass it to her over the shower door.

You find yourself licking your lips at the sight as you watch her dry herself through the frosted panel. Intentionally or not, she turns her back to you as she bends over to dry her legs - presenting you with the silhouette of her found, firm butt as she does so. You feel your lower lip curl under your front tooth at the sight.

She found you still standing there when she finished up, swinging the shower door open in a rush of hot steam and moist air. She stepped through the fog as if by magic, like some fairy creature emerging from the mists - one towel wrapped tight around her torso, the other around her drying hair.

“Enjoyed the show, did you?” she asks, an alluring smirk on her lips.

“Uh, yeah,” you admit. “You’re kinda gorgeous, I guess.”

The smirk on the young woman’s lips deepens into a smile. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Come on, then.”

You follow her from the showers and into the changing room, which was empty - the facility had been more than willing to shut down the entire place for an idol of Jeongyeon’s caliber, it seemed. She takes a seat on one of the long wooden benches, slipping one long, delicious leg over the other. The towel that was all that kept her decent rides up her legs, revealing more of the flushed, moist skin of her full thighs.

“Alright, you can start.”

Puzzled, you are unsure how to answer. “Uh, what?” you stammer.

“You can get started. Take off your clothes.”

Her forthrightness catches you off guard, and it’s only after locking eyes with her and noticing the sultry look on her features that you slowly begin to remove the zippered hoodie you were wearing.

“So, uh, this is happening, huh?” you ask, as you toss your hoodie onto the bench next to her. You step closer to the young woman, eager to finally get your chance with her.

She stops you with a hand on your belly. Her hand gives you a sharp push - almost a shove - one that sends you stepping backward to your original position.

���Did I fucking tell you to move?” she hisses with a shake of her head, tone sharp, but with that mischievous little smile still on her lips.

“I- I-, uh, sorry, Jeongyeon.”

“I bet you think that this is the part where I get on my knees and suck your dick before you fuck me like you do the other girls, huh?” she asks, casually. “The part where I become a pathetic, mewling little thing that tells you to ‘use me, fuck me, fill me up with cum?’ That may be true with the other girls, but that’s not what’s going to happen here.”

“Oh yeah?” you answer, as you begin to undo your belt. You find your own smile appearing at the corners of your lips - this assertiveness was new and exciting, and something you hadn’t found in the other girls. “Then what will happen here, Jeongyeon?”

“You’re going to strip, first,” she answers, “so I can see exactly what the other girls have been going so crazy over. Then you’re going to do exactly what I say.”

It doesn’t take much more motivation for you to follow her orders, and soon your t-shirt, pants, and boxers have joined your hoodie on the bench next to her. Throughout it all you watch Jeongyeon’s eyes drink in your body as you remove each article of clothing. More than once you catch a slick pink tongue gliding over soft pink lips, but for the most part she retains her composure, legs still crossed, hands folded atop her knees as she watches you undress.

Soon you are standing there, fully naked, hands on your hips. Between your legs, your half-stiff cock begins to stir - and it gives you a good measure of pride to watch a look of approval wash over Jeongyeon’s features.

“Well, now I see why the girls love you so much. Tell me,” she begins, leaning over her knees and bringing an index finger to her chin and lips, head bent to the side slightly and eyes fixed on your cock, as though she were admiring a display in a gallery. “Which of the girls are the subby ones?”

You certainly weren’t expecting to be interrogated while naked, but you are happy to let Jeongyeon set the pace. “It kind of depends. They all have their moments. Dahyun, Sana, Mina… I suppose they’re the most subby.”

“Interesting. And the others are doms?”

“It depends. Like I said, sometimes the girls switch between them.”

“Ah,” she says, looking and sounding for all the world like she were having a conversation over a museum piece and not discussing the sexual preferences of her group mates. “And what do you think I am?”

You lock eyes with her, and for the first time you find sheer, unfiltered hunger in those deep brown pools.

“I think… I think you like being in control, Jeongyeon.”

“That’s right,” she says, a satisfied look on her features as she leans backwards slightly on the bench. “And don’t you forget it.”

Her right hand reaches for the towel wrapped around her torso, and with an agonizingly slow flick of her wrist she slips the moist fabric from her body, dropping the towel on the floor next to her. Shortly thereafter the towel wrapped around her head joins it, letting her short chocolate-brown hair fall in a slick, wet tumble around her small face.

You have only a moment to appreciate the young woman’s naked body before she uncrosses her legs and spreads them widely, her flushed, full thighs parting to reveal the soft pink flesh between them.

Jeongyeon slides a hand above her mound, the tips of her fingers playing idly with the slick flesh of her slit. 

“Come on, then, ball boy,” she says, her voice utterly dripping now with a kind of seduction and temptation that none of the other girls could hope to imitate. “Come show me what your mouth can do.”

Your body moves of its own accord, almost involuntarily, closing the distance between you and the gorgeous young woman atop the bench. Your eyes soak in the sight of her - full breasts, wide hips, thick, flushed thighs - and you wonder just how you managed to last this long without having her.

You go to your knees between Jeongyeon’s, reaching out with your hands to cup her spread thighs from beneath. You hear the slightest, faintest gasp escape her lips as you make intimate skin contact with her for the first time - but the gasp disappears quickly and turns into a soft coo as you bend your upper body to begin placing soft kisses on the warm skin of her inner thighs.

Going down on the girls was something you’d admittedly had little practice with - they’d either been more than willing to perform oral on you, or skip it altogether and get right to the main course - and so you were determined to savor every moment of this opportunity with Jeongyeon. Not only was her dominating, in-control nature refreshing; it was also a chance to satiate an inner need to feel a woman’s most intimate parts on your tongue.

With this in mind you take your time, savoring the touch and taste of Jeongyeon’s warm, soft thighs beneath your lips. She lets little sighs and coos of satisfaction leave her lips with every kiss you make, the soft sounds echoing off the tiles of the empty changing room. Just before you reach her pussy you switch to her other thigh, starting halfway up and re-starting the slow approach to her slit - eliciting a sigh of frustration from the young woman.

“Such a fucking tease,” she says, half-hiss, half-sigh. “I bet you get all the other girls hot and bothered doing this, huh?”

You smirk in reply as you take a glance at her pussy, mere inches from your face. Perfect pink lips, shaved bare, already glistening.

“I think you’re getting all hot and bothered yourself.”

Jeongyeon blushes, but returns your smirk. “I think you should do something about it, then.”

“I dunno,” you say, your lips curling into a smile even as you continue to plant kisses on her inner thigh. “I kind of like getting you all hot and bothered.”

Her response to your snarky little comment is immediate - a hand in your hair, pulling your head up violently by your scalp to face her.

“If you don’t shut up and put your tongue on my pussy, you won’t be getting the chance to put anything else in there.”

You are equal parts frightened and aroused by the challenge you see in her eyes - to say nothing of the painful grip she had on your hair. You give her the slightest of nods, and seemingly satisfied that you’d learned your place, she pulls your head down towards her crotch.

Suitably chastised but equally turned on by her forcefulness, you dive into Jeongyeon’s folds, giving her a long, slow lick from the bottom of her opening to the top, adding in a slight swirl of the tip of your tongue around the bud of her clit. The sound that leaves her mouth is one you want to record and play back over and over - long and low and soft, a sigh of satisfaction and pleasure and release all rolled up into one perfect melody.

You savor her taste on your palate as you dive into her body once again, giving her long slow licks, lapping up her juices, savoring the imprints of her taste and smell and sound on your senses. She tastes like no other woman, slick and moist, tangy and sweet. 

���Fuck yes,” she hisses, the words leaving her mouth with no small amount of satisfaction, mirrored in part by the tightening of her grip on the back your head. “That’s right. That feels so good. Eat my pussy like a good little boy.”

Her chosen pet name for you lit something inside you - something you hoped would ignite into flame later on.

For now you content yourself with devouring her body, relishing the feel of her writhing and squirming beneath your tongue. You grasp her hips with your hands, and she involuntarily wraps her legs around your shoulders, trapping your head between her full, warm thighs, wrapping your face with her soft flesh. It is warm and wet and sticky and there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather have been, and with no other woman.

You spend a long couple of minutes there, trapped between Jeongyeon’s thighs, devouring the young woman’s dripping cunt, lapping up every drop of her freely flowing juices, savoring the taste of her body on your tongue.

After awhile it becomes almost suffocating between her thighs, and as happy as you might have been to have had your obituary read ‘suffocated to death by Yoo Jeongyeon’s thighs’ they were closing a little too tightly around your head, and keeping you from doing what you wanted - which was swirling your tongue around her needy little clit. It earns you a sigh of frustration when you reach up with your hands and part her full thighs, but you make up for it by using your newfound freedom to close your lips around her clit and using the tip of your tongue to begin swirling random patterns around it.

Jeongyeon is past sighing and cooing now, and fully into moaning her pleasure into the empty changing room. But even her moans are different - the other girls were happy to let out sheer unfiltered moans of pleasure, but Jeongyeon’s were controlled, measured, with a hint of satisfaction and gratification in them, as though she were actively obtaining pleasure instead of simply receiving it.

Whatever she felt, you were content to let her vocalize her pleasure in whatever way suited her - the pleasured, delightful moans bouncing off the tiles and walls of the changing room filled your ears, made it seem like she were everywhere around you, moaning her pleasure directly into your brain.

It’s when you slip a hand from her thighs and slide a finger against her entrance that her moans reach another peak - one she shatters when you slide your index and middle fingers, slowly but steadily, inside her.

���Fuck!” she snaps, her mouth opening and freezing in an open “O” as your fingers penetrate her for the first time, easily sliding inside her wet, slick pussy to find that rough, textured patch at the front wall of her opening. She only manages to resume her moans when you begin to scratch the patch with soft strokes, using the very tip of your fingers to tease it, back and forth, your tongue on her clit and free hand on her hip the only thing keeping her hips and butt from wriggling right off the table.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck--” she continues in between moans, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum all over your fucking mouth fuck I��m cumming-”

It doesn’t take long. Not with what you were doing to her body. Soon the slur of profanity and moans leaving her mouth cut out, her body goes rigid, and the fingernails digging furrows into your scalp send spikes of pain into your brain as her grip on your head tightens involuntarily.

She orgasms under your tongue, and a flush of her slick, warm juices squirts onto your chin before you open your mouth enough to drink it all in.

Yoo Jeongyeon was a squirter.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she swears as her body is wracked with pleasure, still twitching and squirming beneath your tongue and hands as she finishes squirting on your face, leaving your mouth and jaws slick with her wetness. While her orgasm is still coursing through her veins you wrap your mouth around her clit, your tongue resuming its swirls around her bud, albeit at a slightly slower pace, ensuring that you weren’t overstimulating her. Inside her your fingers - despite being almost crushed by the pulsating tightness of her walls - remain unmoving, content simply to fill her, a prelude to what you hoped would fill her next.

“Oh god,” she says, one last time. Your mouth leaves her clit and your fingers slowly slide out of her, earning one last whimper of pleasure from the young woman. “Fuck, damn, no one’s ever made me do that before.”

You don’t quite know what to say to that confession, and so as you lick her juices from your fingers, swirl them around your tongue and swallow them, you answer the only way you know how: “Fuck, you taste so fucking good, Jeongyeon.”

“Yeah?” she says, breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah. I could eat you all day.”

A wicked grin appears on her lips, and she reaches up and grasps your sore scalp with a hand before crushing your lips with hers. Her tongue slides eagerly into your mouth, and you can feel her lips curl into a smile as she tastes herself on you.

She ends the short but passionate kiss - and you notice a hunger, a need in her eyes that you hadn’t thought the casual, aloof young woman was capable of. It lasts only a moment, before she returns to kissing you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips before bringing her lips, stained with her own juices, to your ear.

���You like how mommy tastes?”

There were a few moments over the months you’d spent with the girls that you’d call sexual awakenings - the growing occurrence of group sex, given the sheer number of girls you were tasked with pleasuring, was one thing. Your first experience with multiple penetration and taking all three of a woman’s holes in a single evening were others. But this - Yoo Jeongyeon awakening your fucking mommy kink - this was somewhere near the top of that list.

“Fuck yes, mommy,” you hiss, the words spilling from your mouth involuntarily in a rushed slur, as though your body wanted to react long before its brain could formulate a proper fucking sentence.

Jeongyeon leaves your ear to stare you in the eyes, her face only a few inches away from yours.

“Good,” she says, cheeks flushed, a sultry smile on her lips. “Come sit on the floor for mommy, now. I’ll show you how mommy fucks.”

Once again your body seems to move of its own accord, quickly taking a seat down on the cold tile of the changing room, leaning back and keeping yourself upright with your hands behind you. Jeongyeon rises from the bench, taking a moment to stand over you, relishing the hungry look in your eyes as you take in the sight of her naked body from head to toe. You lick your lips, still tasting her juices in your mouth - you couldn’t remember the last time you were so eager to be inside a woman, which was significant considering the experiences you’d had over the last few months.

Jeongyeon straddles you on the floor, her full, warm thighs on either side of your hips, her knees on the tile. She reaches down between you, grasping your needy, sensitive shaft with her long, thin fingers. She brings your tip to her drenched folds, dragging it up and down between her slick lips, lathering your head with her freely flowing juices.

“Mmmm,” she purrs. “You really want to be inside mommy’s pussy, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, mommy please,” you reply, caring little for the desperation that was evident in your tone.

“Good. Because mommy’s going to fuck you until you fill her cunt with your cum. Can you do that for me? Can my little boy fill me with his cum?”

���Fuck, yes, Jeong- mommy, mommy please.”

You expect a reply, one last snarky, teasing comment - but there is only a deepening of the smirk on her lips before Yoo Jeongyeon dips her hips and takes you inside her.

���Fucking hell,” you swear as you fill her for the first time. She was so wet, so very, very wet - more so than the other girls. Wet and hot, like your cock was being enveloped by a slick, moist heat from all directions.

“Mmmm, you’re so big inside mommy,” Jeongyeon sighs as she impales herself on your cock to the base. From this position your face was level with her upper chest, and she captures your face with her palms on your cheeks before turning it upward to face her own. “You’re stretching out mommy’s pussy so good, filling her up so well. Are you ready for mommy to fuck you, baby boy? Are you ready to be a good little cock for mommy to ride until she cums all over you?”

“Oh god, oh god yes,” you spit, the words as much a plead as they were a declaration of your state of readiness and eagerness.

Eyes still locked on yours, Jeongyeon begins to ride you - and you soon find your eyes closing involuntarily as the pleasure overtakes your senses.

Her pussy would have been enough - that hot, wet tightness would have been all you needed to cruise to an quick and easy orgasm - but Jeongyeon was so much more than that. There was her body, so feminine and curvy and womanly; there was her motherly, protective nature combined with a casual easygoing-ness that made it easy to fall in love with her; and now there was the newfound kink she’d just awoken in you - one that you hadn’t known had been there all along, just waiting for the right woman to unlock it.

And beyond all that she was clearly very skilled with it came to riding you - the way she rolled her hips, the way she grinded her pussy against your crotch in circular motions, the way she squeezed her walls against your shaft with every entry only to release on the exit and repeat it over and over and over again - this was a woman who knew what she was doing. This was a woman who was in control.

You force your eyes open to watch her face as she rides you. Head cast back slightly, eyes shut, mouth slightly ajar, a soft tumble of sighs and moans leaving her lips with every entry and exit into her body - she was a sight to see. But she never seemed like she was losing control of herself, or being overwhelmed by the sensations flowing through her veins. This was a woman actively finding her own pleasure at a pace and speed that she was comfortable with, instead of simply taking the pleasure being forced upon her body like the other girls.

As if sensing your eyes on hers she opens them, leaves them half-lidded, looking down on you from above with power and command. 

“Does that feel good, baby boy? Do you like the feel of mommy’s cunt wrapped around your cock?” she hisses, her calm, measured tone only slightly compromised by the pleasure in her veins and the movements of her body.

“Yes, mommy. Mommy feels so good.”

“Mmmm,” she coos, a tender smile on her lips. “You feel so good inside me. You make mommy feel so full!”

Your eyes wander - down her long, graceful neck, and onto the full, round mounds of her breasts. Your mouth follows your gaze, and before you know it you are reaching up with one hand to cup one full mound, capturing her taut nipple between an index finger and your thumb before latching onto it with your mouth and sucking.

Jeongyeon yelps when you begin to suckle from her - a yelp that turns into a small giggle, as though your mouth on her breasts was something that brought her intense happiness. The giggles are only temporary, however, turning back into moans and cries that reach a new volume as you take your fill of her chest, sucking from one nipple while squeezing and pinching and twisting the other.

Her riding increases in pace, her pussy a sloppy wet mess now as she somehow becomes even wetter than she already was. Throughout it all she remains tight and hot around you as she takes you in and out of her body, your mouth and fingers latched onto her breasts all the while. Eventually she tears your mouth from her chest with her hands latched tightly around your cheeks, pointing your face towards hers.

For a few long moments she rides you, your face cradled in her hands and her eyes locked on yours. You watch as her eyelids twitch, watch as they close halfway, watch every little movement of her face and features as she continues to ride your cock on the shower room floor.

You would have wanted to take things slowly, wanted to relish every entry and exit made by the beautiful woman on your cock. You would have wanted to relish the sight of sweat dripping long slick trails down her body, and the taste of it when you licked it off her flushed skin. Jeongyeon was like nothing and no one else, and you wanted to savor the moment.

But what you wanted didn’t matter. Only her pleasure did, and she was in control, not you. And the fact that your orgasm was approaching faster than you would’ve liked didn’t matter to her. Only her own orgasm did.

“You’re gonna make mommy cum,” she hisses between gritted teeth as she struggles to maintain her composure amidst the waves of pleasure emanating from her crotch with every bounce on your cock. “Do you… oh god yes… do you… do you want mommy to cum on your cock?”

���Yes please, Jeongyeon. Please cum, mommy!”

“Will you… will you cum too, baby boy? Will you fill mommy’s tight wet little cunt with your cum?”

���Yes, Jeongyeon, mommy, please, please, please cum for me-”

“Oh god, fuck I’m cumming-”

She does - and she crushes your face against her sweat-slick, flushed chest as she does so. You bury your face in her cleavage and you wouldn’t have given a damn if you’d never emerged from those warm soft depths, wouldn’t’ve have cared if they’d had to peel your dead body from between Jeongyeon’s tits.

All that matters is her, and her tight, pulsating cunt around your cock and the way it milked your orgasming shaft of every drop of cum you had. You feel each pulse, each twitch of your cock as it sends spurt after spurt of thick, hot semen into Jeongyeon’s needy little pussy, filling her cunt with cum, filling it with you.

You weren’t quite sure how much time you spent there, in that warm, wet little slice of heaven that you’d found between Jeongyeon’s breasts. But when your face finally emerges from her chest and you look up at her you find her looking at you with the warmest, most caring smile you’d ever seen in your life. It was beautiful, soft, almost maternal.

She strokes your hair gently, running her fingers through the sweaty strands, the softness of her touch somehow taking away the painful soreness she’d left there when she was gripping your scalp earlier. She wraps her arms around your head, bringing your face back into her upper chest. 

She grinds her crotch against yours, causing your still-stiff shaft inside her to move, her every movement making soft, slick sounds as your combined juices slur about inside her body. Throughout it all she continues to stroke your hair, planting short, soft kisses on the top of your head.

“Your cum feels so good inside mommy,” she says, softly.

You feel your own arms wrap around her, your arms tight against her sweaty back as she continues to fuck her cum-filled pussy on your cock. You close your eyes, savoring the intense feeling of warmth and safety Yoo Jeongyeon had provided you.

---

It took another few hours before Jeongyeon arrived at the apartment she shared with her sister - your little session with her on the changing room floor had, of course, necessitated another quick shower so she could at least look presentable on the way home. 

She quickly and easily slipped back into the casual, easygoing and aloof persona that you’d normally associated with her, and she made for a fun and easy conversation partner as you drove her home. She made a nice change of pace from the usual small talk you shared with the girls, and you found yourself hoping you’d be spending more time with her in the near future.

She was more than a little surprised to find that she had a guest waiting for her in her bedroom.

“Your sister let me in,” Nayeon says as Jeongyeon steps into the room.

“I see you’re miraculously doing better,” Jeongyeon replies, a slight edge in her voice as she drops her tennis racket and duffel bag in a corner of the room.

“I am. I’m not sure if you know, but I've been through quite a traumatic experience recently. Pics of me and my secret lover were leaked all over the internet,” Nayeon replies, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her tone.

Jeongyeon frowns and lets a breath out from her nose, but says nothing in response.

Nayeon saunters around the room, stopping in front of the dressing table and the high-end DSLR camera atop it. She lets her fingers trace little patterns atop its knobs and dials, a smug smile on her perfect lips.

“Did you fuck him?”

“Yes,” Jeongyeon replies.

“Did he cum in you?”

“Yes.”

Nayeon lets a small smile appear at the corners of her lips.

“Nayeon-”

���Yes?” the older woman asks, sharply, turning for the first time to face her friend.

“Nayeon,” Jeongyeon repeats, “I… I don’t want to help you with this anymore.”

Nayeon scoffs, letting a sharp breath escape her lips. She crosses her arms and leans back, resting her butt on the dressing table.

“So you fuck him once and suddenly you don’t want to help me?”

“That’s not true,” Jeongyeon states, although she can already feel her resolve weakening. She couldn’t even look at Nayeon, and she settles instead for awkwardly playing with her hands. No one else did this to her. No one else could turn her into a defenseless loser. Only she could. Only Nayeon.

“So what is it?”

Silence reigns for a moment as Jeongyeon considers her answer. The seconds pass like hours. Jeongyeon hazards a glance at her older friend’s eyes, but Nayeon’s features are stone cold, and she finds little comfort in those dark pools.

“I’ve been thinking bout it, Nayeon. And…”

��-And?”

���It’s not fair,” Jeongyeon states, although it takes all of the conviction she had left in her to say it. Nayeon had a way of breaking her down, tearing down her resolve, no matter how prepared she was. “It’s not fair to him.”

Nayeon lets her eyes roll.

“I understand you have beef with Chaeyoung,” Jeongyeon continues, summoning up what was left of her courage. “But�� but he has nothing to do with it. He’s just a guy doing a job. We don’t need to ruin his life just so you can piss Chaeyoung off. I don’t want to help you with this anymore. If you want to keep on starting shit with Chaeyoung then you can go ahead, just leave me and him the fuck out of it.”

Nayeon returns her gaze to Jeongyeon, who can hold it for only a moment before she has to look away. She lets a sigh escape her lips before leaving the dressing table and approaching Jeongyeon.

“Hey, hey,” she says, softly, her tone suddenly apologetic now as she reaches up to caress Jeongyeon’s cheek. “Okay. I won’t involve him anymore. Him, or you. Will that make you happy?”

Jeongyeon doesn’t answer, closing her eyes, doing her best to ignore the softness of Nayeon’s palm against her cheek. Nayeon’s touch was her weakness - had always been her weakness. It hurt her to know how sharply she’d fallen from being the one in control mere minutes before, when she was with him, to being so very weak with her.

“You’ve already done your part, anyway,” Nayeon says, her tone soft and low, as though she were comforting a hurt child. “He… doesn’t suspect you were involved, does he?”

Jeongyeon shakes her head in Nayeon’s palm.

“And he still believes it was one of the other girls that took the photos?”

Jeongyeon nods.

“Good,” Nayeon says. “Then your part is done - I’m sure those pics have convinced Chaeyoung who really owns her toy. I’ll take it from here. You’re still going to be moving back in with Momo and I, right?”

Jeongyeon gives her the slightest of nods.

“Good.”

Nayeon’s palm on her cheek turns Jeongyeon to face her. The older girl’s free hand wraps itself around Jeongyeon’s waist. Jeongyeon wants to fight it, wants to push her hands away and tell the older girl to leave, but she is too soft, and too beautiful, and too Nayeon. 

And so when Nayeon leans up to kiss her, Jeongyeon can do nothing to stop it. Even as the kiss deepens, even as Nayeon’s tongue slides into her mouth, she can do nothing. She is frozen, powerless, defenseless.

Nayeon breaks the kiss before her hand drifts to Jeongyeon’s, and she slowly pulls her towards the waiting bed. Once she reaches it she pulls her hoodie over her head and pulls her sweatpants down her long legs - leaving her naked. She makes a show of crawling onto Jeongyeon’s bed on all fours, relishing the feel of her friend’s eyes taking in every movement of her body.

She pats on the bed next to her, beckoning her friend to join her.

“Now then,” Nayeon begins. “Do you need me to clean his filthy cum out of your pussy, mommy?”

Jeongyeon sighs, powerless. 

---

Author’s Note:

Locke: “Toy is a PWP series”

Also Locke:

My Angel of Obsession

Minju X Male Reader

*A/N: This is my first take at smut and Oneshots. Pleas have mercy. Some details won't line up properly since I wrote this at the spur of the moment and went through with it.*

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No words could adequately describe the girl that sat before you. An angel that everyone adored, a beauty that everyone admired, and a girl that became every man’s ideal. 

Min-Ju wore a black sweater, three sizes larger than hers. Clearly it was yours but due to her stubbornness, most of your clothes never returned to your closet once she wore them. She added a white plain skirt that showed her creamy legs perfectly, a snow-colored air force, and a white cap to complete the look.  She said the all-white outfit was to show off the sweater she had been wearing so proudly.

Your girlfriend finally got her days off and had long wanted to take you out on a date. Your hectic schedule in college wasn’t so forgiving either. As a graduating senior, your everyday life consists of school work, research, internships, etc. Stress slowly piled up from the all-nighters and due dates you were chasing, leaving your girlfriend sulking for attention. Although different activities filled the hours of your day, you made sure to spare time for your girlfriend through video calls during your all-nighters and you staying over at her place. You thought it'd be better for you to stay at the dorms to take advantage of the offer, and to be able to focus properly otherwise, your sulking girlfriend would be all over you.

“Oppa,” Min-Ju's husky and rich voice reached your ears, pulling you from your slight trance. “What do you want to eat?” She said, keeping her eyes on the small menu in her hand. 

It was the weekend and your "planned" date finally took place. Thankfully, you were spared from any deadlines to catch for this week.

“I don’t know, Min-Ju ya. I’ll have whatever you’ll have.” You answered with a slight grin. Your eyes hovered across her undeniable and heavenly features. Her captivating hazelnut eyes lure you closer with each moment. As if medusa had taken possession of her, where your entire body malfunctions whenever you stare deep into the windows of her soul. Packaged together with the cute and innocent smile she has. Cheeks that are round as a dumpling, created the perfect dimples that her fans adored. Together with the sweetness and clumsiness she bore, people couldn't resist loving her. Haters always found a loose bearing to criticize even the "perfect" idols but, there was more than meets the eye. 

But where were you two?

A small restaurant located in the suburban area of Seoul. Despite the place not being famous or renowned, visitors whether local or foreign frequented to try one of the "best" localities. Servers hauled trays of food from the kitchen to tables, loud sizzles were audible from the kitchen that was bustling with activity, the smoke that overtook the aroma of food caused you to scrunch your nose, and finally, it was a place you also visited frequently in your earlier days. From the time with your parents, until after the world took them away, you still frequented the place so much so that you called it your “Sanctuary.” Before the fateful day with Min-Ju, you already knew the owners when they opened the business for the first time. You were one of the first customers they had, and when you brought Min-Ju into the locale for the first time, you were shocked to find out how casual the locals were. You were in for a shocker as they received Min-Ju warmly as if she was their own child. You would receive scolding here and there when the owners or the people around knew you and Min-Ju had fought; you would run to the place to escape, and without Min-Ju by your side, people eventually caught on. The warmth and care that you two received had both of you two frequent the place for dates, escapades from Min-Ju’s celebrity life, the stressful life reality constantly threw, and sometimes dropping by on your own just to have a bite.

Relief showered down your anxiety when you and Min-Ju stepped foot in the restaurant. You remembered the first time her eyes beamed once she discovered the place,  she never felt the suffocating space from paparazzi or the pressure from netizens. The burdens she usually carried, imposed the perfect image the public had perceived of her, forcing her to carry a mask to hide such imperfections.

“Should we get the usual ones then?” She said with her lips pushed out, her eyes switching back and forth between you and the menu.

“Don’t do that. Makes me want to kiss you.” You pointed with your lips. “But I would prefer you if I was the one choosing.” You grinned.

“Op… Oppa, Don’t do that here.” Blood rushed to her cheeks, creating a natural cherry tint. Her eyes avoided you at all costs, gazing at the other tables while she hand-fanned herself. You chuckled at the cute antics of your girlfriend before raising your right hand to call for attention. 

“Excuse Me,” you shouted. Within a few minutes, a waiter responds to your aid. 

"What would you like, Sir?" The waiter asked.

"One Kimchi Jjigae please."

You see the waiter jot down your order before, "Is there anything else I can give you?" The waiter adds. You shake your head in response. The waiter then bows before excusing themself.

“Oppa, why are you ordering Kimchi Jjigae again?” 

“Because I feel like you won’t eat a lot again and I’m upset about it.” You pouted, “But I can’t do anything either since the netizens are very critical about the image you celebrities portray even though they can’t keep the image they’re forcing to others.” You lean back on your chair and crossed your arms on your chest. Min-Ju’s eyes widened at your sudden statement. She’s been dating you for three years and has yet to see your horrible side. Your casual roast complaint broadened her view of you.

“Oppa, this is the first time I've seen you angry.” Min-Ju leans on the table. She lays her chin on top of her clasped fingers, tilting her head in the process-. “Why?" She cooed.

You roll your eyes, shook your head, and scoffed. “Why tease me when you already know?”

…

Min-Ju led you by the arm outside, the vigorous royal-orange flares of the sun can be seen down the horizon, painting the sky and slowly descending to its sleep with the mellow lights of the moon replacing its place.

You and Min-Ju found yourself wandering on the riverbanks of the Han River. The cold and breezy night air forced your girlfriend to stick close—hugging you by your right arm while your hands clasped together with hers, lavishing in the night breeze and the peace that came.

“Min-Ju ya, do you feel cold or are you okay?” You asked.  Worry evident in your tone as you scan her up and down. You rub your hands together, creating warmth before taking her hand back in yours.

She chuckled before shaking her head, “I’m fine. It’s not that cold.” Min-Ju then pinches her chin, “But Oppa,” You hummed in response. “Let’s go home.” She pulled you by your arm leaving you no chance to answer. Thankfully, your shared apartment was conveniently close to the river. 

How did you find this? 

Well, the reason is you study the medical field at Seoul National University, and with the Yon-Gon Campus of the University just situated at the northern end of the River, Min-Ju reasoned that it was best for you as her hectic schedules left the apartment a ghost house. So with you occupying the place, it wasn’t a waste of money, and a lot easier for you to see each other.

After a few minutes of walking—filled with beaming laughter and playfulness—you reached the doorsteps to your apartment. The angelic smile that had never dissipated from your girlfriend slowly infected you as a slight grin was evident on your face.

Four years ago, you were only an ordinary student who pursued his dreams until that fateful day that she fell into your life(not literally), where your desperation led you to that convenience store where you met her for the first time, and never have you expected to date a girl with such status in society.

*Flashback to 4 years ago*

Your first semester at your new university had just ended and boy it wasn’t pleasant. Deadlines after deadlines, hours after hours of studying the whole day, all-nighters almost all week, and to add more chaos, you were the typical unorganized student with his own needs; your sleep schedule was a wreck, and your study hours were inconsistent. Result? Complete disaster.

It was nearly midnight, and very few shops and restaurants were open. Your stomach grumbled as you walked through the dimly lit streets. After strolling around in the cold nights of Winter, you were able to spot a convenience store open. The perfect place to satiate your pending hunger, and with the winter nights,  a fresh-hot bowl of Ramyeon hits the spot.

You sat at the front corner of the store, giving you a full view of the falling snow while munching on your planned meal with a bottle of Soju at the side to comfort your drowning sorrows. Not long, the door chimed, indicating another person had entered yet you paid no attention. A few minutes passed, and now that same person stood before the counter. In your peripheral vision, you could see their hand pat down her pockets—from her winter jacket to her snow-dyed track pants. Her hurried search and slumped shoulders had given you the sign she forgot to bring money. And soon after, she turned on her heel with her desired products in hand consisting of food mostly.

As the “Angel” that your parents have perceived you, “Excuse me, but do you need help?” You asked. Due to you sitting down, your eyes scaled the person to match her eyes. Your brows raised, as what you saw only were her eyes. The rest of her face hid behind a mask, but she didn’t wear any cap, letting her jet-black wavy hair flow freely while her almond-tinted orbs dug a deep impression on you. They say curiosity kills the cat, but the girl that stood in front of you seemed familiar. You were willing to die even if it was just to confirm your hunch.

“No, and thank you for asking.” you flinch, anger in her tone was evident yet they hypnotize you. So before she was able to turn back, you made quick work of snatching the products in her hand. You took a short detour for two more bottles of soju before pacing toward the counter.

“How rude.” She mumbled. You were lucky enough to pick up on her statement with the help of the deafening silence in the store. She stood beside you, spotting the two bottles of soju. With the girl now aboard the curious rails, you see small movements from the corner of your eye, as she adjusted for a better view. She stood frozen, with her hands clenched softly near your shoulders. 

You feel a light tap on your shoulder. “I know I’m invading your personal space, but can I drink with you?” Your eyes widened, snapping toward her direction before giving her a questioning look.

“Look here, you don’t know me, and yet, you want to drink with me?” You confirm. The girl sheepishly nodded making you more confused. Your eyes steer back to the two soju bottles you previously took. You sigh. ‘I guess I need more.’

…

After giving the girl a plastic bag with her desired contents, your mind wandered afloat, thinking of a brightly-lit place to hang around. You can never be too sure around a stranger. Thankfully, you were close to the Han river where you led her near a light post by the riverbank. The mellow sounds of the river flow give you enough comfort. But unlike back home in Busan, the sea was your happy place. Almost every night, you would be seen by the shore just enjoying the cold-night sea breeze along with the splashes of the waves. 

You sat down on the snow-covered bench, not after using your sleeves as a makeshift snow plow. It never crossed your mind that you'd drink with someone yet here you are,  despite it being winter, it was one of those days where the cold night had the perfect temperature. But since you're staying out for a prolonged time, alcohol definitely helps in keeping the two of you warm.

“So~, what’s your name?” You asked. The girl had just sat close beside you---a little too close for comfort---with only the bottles of soju and cups separating both of you.

“Min-Ju. Kim Min-Ju. What’s your name and why were you drinking alone?”

“Y/N. I just finished my hellish semester so I had some free time. Why are you joining a stranger to drink?” You poured yourself a shot of Soju together with her. You grabbed the cup, taking it close to your mouth, not before clicking it with her cup. The liquid traveled down your throat, leaving a burning sensation and a bitter taste; you groaned as it hit the right spot.

“I need some time to myself since being in front of the camera gives me too much stress. As much as I love my career and fans, netizens pressure things against us idols too much.” It was her turn to down the alcohol. Her face scrunched up before coughing, “how can… you… drink this? It… tastes so bad.” She said quickly before her cough completely stopped her from constructing more words.

You chuckle, ‘She’s cute. And really beautiful as well.’ Your eyes are glued to the girl, admiring every feature of her face. “Are you not going to ask if I’m a fan?”

“Since you're not asking for anything, I’m assuming you're not. It's weird seeing someone not a fan.” 

You grin at her response. Her brows raised, before her eyes made contact with yours as if they were looking for answers. “Izone Kim Min-Ju. Now a full-time actress. I am a fan of this lovely angel.” You don’t know whether her alcohol tolerance was that low as a sudden pink tinge was evident across her chubby cheeks before she turned away.

A few hours have passed. Your conversations with the idol had been lively. Both of you shared the woes and joys you have suffered throughout life. 

How? 

It just naturally occurred as she started the talk first. You knew the alcohol in her system had already started taking effect since the first bottle finished. She opened up about how she's been, what she's been up to, and many more. Not long after, her body started swaying and her words became more gibberish by the minute.

By the second bottle, you drank most to prevent her from passing out. Just as you were about to drink another shot, you flinch from the sudden weight on your shoulder. You take a peek and notice her sleeping. You were taken aback by how Min-Ju slept like a panda—her undeniable beauty still radiated even while asleep and how comfortable she was sleeping beside a stranger.

“I guess she can’t handle liquor well.” You mumbled, chuckling to yourself. You let Min-Ju lay down on the bench for a small moment as you cleaned up the small litter you two made. 

You stretch your arms before huffing a heavy breath. *Well, how the hell am I going to carry her?*

…

Somehow, and someway, you found a way to carry Min-Ju on your back. With no knowledge of where she lived, you brought her to your dorm, and thankfully, you decided not to share with anyone. You set her down on your bed, tucking her in before you scrawled off to your closet. Taking the futon you kept and laid it flat on the floor. You take one last glance at Min-Ju before setting off to your own dreamland.

Unbeknownst to you, Min-Ju had awakened some time ago.

…

After that fateful night, Lady luck played her cards, and damn everything went your way. You and Min-Ju became friends, you have taken things back on track, and school wasn’t the hell you once perceived anymore.

And if you weren’t luckier, After knowing Min-Ju for a whole year, you and she had mutual feelings for each other, which blossomed into the love you would gladly cling to your entire life.

…

You lay down in the confines of your couch with Min-Ju resting on top of you. She nestled in your loving arms as you gave her kisses and pecks one after another. Her eyes beamed with anticipation, gazing intently at your lips, waiting for another.

She had her lip between her teeth, moistening them from time to time. She became addicted to your lips, describing them as something saccharine, even calling it her drug. Meanwhile, you had never seen your girlfriend in another light. You always thought that Min-Ju would never stray away from the more reserved side, so you showered her with the so-called drug she loved whenever she puckered her lips out. Yet your blindness would take on a different level as sometimes, your small pecks would turn into hot, make-out sessions. She would straddle herself, grinding on your lap, while her hands snaked around your neck and her digits played with a handful of your hair. Meanwhile, your body would unconsciously answer to her primal desires. Your rough palms would slither from her creamy thighs up to her waist, indulging in her toned body and smooth skin.

Whether in your apartment, the waiting rooms, or her company’s van. Regardless whether she felt sensual or not, she would be on the beckoning of her drug. For her, nothing can ever replace the taste and sensation your sweet lips gave her.

As you focused on the TV, watching whatever series or movie Min-Ju chose; her hot breath grazed your neck. And with the continuous waves, it was only a matter of time before the sleeping beast inside you awoke. She tested the waters repeatedly, resulting in no harvest as you pushed her off. You wanted to take things at a snail’s pace. But those four years were enough for Min-Ju. She wanted something more in your relationship, more excitement, a deeper connection, understanding, and something more—SENSUAL.

Min-Ju had long submitted her entirety to you. She only needed you to claim and mark her, so she could publicize that she belonged to someone. Of course, it wouldn’t be fair for her if she wouldn’t do the same to you. Her love for you was so strong it sprouted something people avoided that even you were terrified of the word due to your past. 

But… as your relationships progress, you notice Min-Ju's actions slowly stray away from her clumsy and outgoing self to the point you couldn't explain. She would express jealousy if someone were close to you, whether a co-worker or a friend, a man or a woman. She craves to be by your side 24/7 and throws a tantrum when you don't give her your full attention. Of course you didn't dislike the idea, but her actions felt familiar to you, yet you prayed in your mind that it wasn't *THAT* case. 

A few more months passed and now, even a magician’s most effective concealing techniques couldn’t overpower how daring and domineering Min-Ju had become.

Her commanding tone despite her small stature leads you to draw countless theories in your head—still clueless despite the hints her actions have given. The “reason” is that you constantly tell yourself that she’ll never have that case. You’ve watched every move you’ve made and were sure it wasn’t your case back then.  It gave her leeway with her efforts, and with you continuously feeding her constant hunger, the planted seed blossomed… 

**beautifully and disastrously.**

…

The final day of the semester bid farewell, and you greeted it with much anticipation. One more semester down and you can finally call yourself a “Doctor.” Classes had indeed finished, and you were eager to jump into bed—your so-called wife which you never mentioned in front of Min-Ju knowing she would kill you.

Your second “wife” greeted you gloomily. The apartment had no lights lit up since Min-Ju wouldn’t be returning until late at night. So after changing into a more comfortable set of clothes, you peer into your fridge. Your eyes widened as it was newly stocked. You reach for the meat, wanting to prepare an exquisite dish for your one and only. As you prepare the needed ingredients, from washing to chopping, your mind can’t settle as if something is missing. You were unknowingly humming the whole time, and with the help of the huge speakers that Min-Ju provided for the two of you, everything was set.

Your eyes steer off to the wall clock for a quick moment. The hour hand pointed at 7 with the minute hand at 9. “15 more minutes.” you mumbled.

You didn’t have to wait for long, as after 15 minutes, the door chimed, revealing a tired angel/frog or… whatever her fans’ nickname gave her.

You stood in front of the door with open arms, putting a slight grin on Min-Ju’s face before she lunged into your embrace, humming as she nestled between your arms. “My Min is tired, Aigoo~” You cooed. 

You pull back from the hug, leading your hands toward the buns on the girl's face—playing with them with the backside of your digits—forcing Min-Ju to push her lips. Your eyes move down to her lips; your body responds on its own as you lick your lips before biting the inside. The sleeping beast in your mind has now awoken—banging on its cage. Its desire to be free affects your consciousness. Your body heat steadily rises, and your breath slowly hitch. 

Without your knowledge, the slight grin Min-Ju once displayed, is replaced by a wicked one. From the few months that flew by, she inched closer and closer to her goal. Unleashing your inner demon and letting you know how much she truly loves you.

You snap yourself out of the naughty thoughts that invaded your mind. Your eyes quivered, looking in every possible direction as you calmed your breathing down before you led Min-Ju by her hand. You went past the living room, taking a right leading you right into the dining room, earning a gasp from Min-Ju as her eyes widened. She lunged straight into your arms---squealing and jumping repeatedly. Once she calmed down, your eyes magnetized. Different feelings emerge from your body; joy, pleasure, butterflies, goosebumps, and finally, arousal. It was wrong for you to feel arousal at such a moment, but the proximity of your body and the heat both of you emitted said otherwise. Min-Ju took the chance to snake her hands back on your nape, closing the proximal distance between you two. Her hot breath grazed your face, slowly forcing you over your edge. The dam that kept the waters at bay showed signs of collapse.

Your lips that were desperate for her honey-coated-pale-rose tinted lips, were drying up. “Min-Ju ya,” your voice coming out raspy and hoarse. “Are you sure about this?” 

No words were spoken during the small interval you both had. Just her mesmerizing hazel orbs staring deep into the window of your soul. You stood there, your hot breaths mixed together as you waited for an answer. And her response? Latching her lips onto yours. Completely breaking the cages and cuffs that you desperately kept together.

You both fought for dominance, before you lightly bit on her lips, asking for an entrance. She responds, letting you in and your tongues now fight for the upper hand. You feel her body make contact with yours. Min-Ju's left arm pulls you closer while her right hand roams from your nape down to your abdomen. Slithering its way inside your shirt. Your hands respond to her naughtiness as they land on her hips, pulling her close. Your thigh lands between her legs. You pull away from the steamy session you had, taking a small break. You never needed to cook dinner since YOUR dinner was already en-route to arrive.

This time, you were the one to initiate the advance. In spite of your clashing lips, your tongue comes into the mix. Min-Ju backed down, letting you taste her completely. And not long, your hand inched down to her creamy thighs that were suffocated by nude-colored stockings. You squeeze the meat in your hands, and Min-Ju jumps in your arms with your lips and tongue still attacking and invading.

You miraculously made your way to the kitchen counter, setting Min-Ju down—with you still in between her legs—giving her the higher ground. Your digits reach the hem of her shirt—ignoring her skirt saving the best for last. She subtly moans on your lips under the light touch of your rough palms as you pull her shirt off. You move on to your next target; her sensitive spots. Your lips graze the corner of her lips, peppering its track toward her jawline down to her neck. You leave multiple love bites at her neck and collarbone, left and right, ensuring that the whole world would see how she only belonged to you and no one else. You didn't give a single fuck anymore whether her career would hit rock bottom. If she was willing to risk everything for you, you were willing to give her that opportunity.

Her breathy and soft moans rise in volume, filling the four confines of your apartment, and thankfully, soundproof walls helped keep the neighbors from being disturbed. Your rough palms created a smooth grit as if Min-Ju felt sand being rubbed on her skin. You played with the padded bra that kept her impressive mounds in place. Your right hand kneaded her perfect mountains while your thumb played around where her bud hid. Meanwhile, your left hand roamed the entirety of her thighs—squeezing her and there—eventually settling at her waist. 

Her sensual whimpers encourage you, knowing you’re hitting the right spots. Your past make-out sessions gave you enough knowledge to know which site to rain fire on the slopes of her mounds, in between her chest, her neck, behind her ear, and her shoulders. You make quick work of removing her shirt and skirt, leaving the girl beet-red as she sat before you in her bra and stockings. You gulp and lick your lips with the thought she had gone commando below the waist. Min-Ju had long prepared herself for this moment. Your eyes leer at her beautiful figure, making you drool. “You’re staring for too long, Is my body not enough for you?” Worry was evident in her tone as her voice shook. 

“It’s perfect.” you mumbled. “My minmin is the only girl for me. No one can replace her.” You said—indirectly confessing something she had yearned to hear after so long. Her chuckles felt heavenly to you. The sweat that glistened from her body added more appeal to her already alluring figure. 

You dive in once more into her lips, your right hand crawling its way on her back. She moaned under your touch. Your fingers blindly found the hook of her bra, and with a simple twist between your thumb and index finger, caused a click as they loosened—now barely hiding her mounds and the valley in between.

You pull the obstacle that blocks your view, revealing her chest in its full glory. Of all the girls from your past, their sizes come and vary. From a small A cup, even to D Cups, no one had you hypnotized as deeply as Min-Ju’s. You could lavish and drown yourself with someone with a bigger chest, but her’s was completely perfect—from how they bounce, how perky they are, and rose-pink areola sung songs in your mind that got you entirely under her hook. 

“Let’s start.” You whisper. Your hoarse voice sent chills down her spine—her hair stood on its end, arousing you more. Your hands roam the entirety of her abdomen—her waist, abs, mounds, and down to her perky nipple. Your relentless and torrential kisses forced her to lean back on her hands. With her entire body defenseless and her immaculate mounds presented for your eyes to feast, you waste no time taking her left breast in your hand as you while your tongue makes contact with her under boob, gliding it up toward her erected areola—she shuddered from the slippery contact: she arched her back as a loud moan escapes her mouth. Your right hand slithers down, claiming your prize as you keep her attention tunneled. As you press down, you feel her sweet nectar staining her nude stocking, but something shocks you causing you to stop on your trails.

Your eyes move down before making eye contact with your girlfriend, who is a moaning mess—her chest heaved heavily to replace the lack of oxygen while sweat dripped from her body, adding a tinge of salt to her sweet-tasting skin. “Commando,” You muttered. Min-Ji hid her face; you didn’t know whether it was the sensual atmosphere or you finding out she went commando that caused the cherry tinge across her face. “I guess you knew we’d be breaking bad soon,” you added as you peppered the surrounding of her ear—you focused more behind the ear—with kisses. 

“I want Daddy to pound me. Knock me up until I’m pregnant.” She answered. It was neither a beg nor a command nor a whisper. It came to you as a wish: one that you needed to fulfill as if you were a genie. She had been a moaning mess under you this whole time. The pleasure you gave her body caused her to shut down, only responding to the sensuality you two have. 

It was Min-Ju’s turn. She pushed you by your chest, and she dropped down to her knees. Her digits clutched the tight waistbands of your shorts and boxers, yanking both in one successful try. Your dick sprung out, hitting her flat on the face. Your eyes met hers, only to be greeted with a lust-filled gaze. You were met with a cold feeling on the underside of your length. She licked your balls all the way to the tip—leaking with precum—before slowly taking you in her mouth. Sloppy, and exploring are the words to describe how she takes you deeper by the moment; until her gag reflex procs. You tilt your head up, your eyes close from cloud nine—as if your cock was surrounded by wet, soft cushions dying to wring you dry. Your hand finds its way to her nape—your knuckles curl up a handful of hair as a makeshift 'handle.'

Min-ju's head moved up and down; her spit covered and lubricated your length. "uck, uck, uck…" her words—that were heaven's notes to your ears—gave life to the eerily silent atmosphere of your house, and together with your raspy groans and moans; even the devil himself can't stop you both now. She kept her gaze on you—watching your face twist from pleasure—while two of her digits found their way inside her clit; stimulating herself toward paradise with you.

“Min-Ju ya… I’m… going… to…” You push your hips—your cock hilt-deep, painting her throat white. You couldn’t notice Min-Ju’s repetitive taps on your hips with your mind too clouded. Yet, somehow, your roughness turns her on more. Her digits move faster as she loses oxygen slowly and after a few more pumps, spraying her nectar all over the hard floor. 

Min-Ju coughs as her chest heavily heaves for air, yet her desire is still yet to be satiated. You pull her up roughly by her arm, before turning and pushing her down on the kitchen counter. Her stocking presents itself before you—wanting to be ripped. Wet from the aftermath of your and her’ combined efforts. You pepper her back with kisses, your hands roam the entirety of her hips— staying mostly near her clit and ass. You find your way toward the back of her ear, your hot breath turning her on and your hands now on her mounds.

“What do you want… Baby girl?” You whisper. Once more, your raspy and hoarse voice sends chills down her spine(more like her womb).

“I… I… want daddy… to knock me up. Make me pregnant… with your baby-making seed. Mark me inside out.” She said in between moans. Your hands kept her busy, yet her full attention was on her clit with your dick in between her thighs, rubbing against her womanhood.

You immediately rip a hole in her stocking, with her glistening and drooling slit welcoming your cock. She squirms under your touch; pushing herself closer to your length. You keep yourself from entering her womanhood—despite your raging desperation telling you to destroy her—while you rain down kisses on her shoulders, collarbones, and neck.

“Daddy… pl-pleasseeee~. I need… you—in me~” She begged. Before she got the chance to shove your cock in her needy pussy, you take pin them behind her—holding her by her wrist. Her sticky and sweaty body now lay across the cold kitchen counter. Her ass and pussy are in full display. 

Her futile attempts to wiggle out of your hold only forced you to tighten. You lean down close to her ear, “You're being a bad girl I must say. I should punish you.” You slap her ass—implanting a red hand mark as her ass and thigh ripple from the hit.   

You couldn’t hold your desperation anymore. So you take your length—searching for the keyhole your tip should rightfully squeeze into. Min-Ju jumped from the sudden action, and thankfully, your probing didn’t take long. Your strong urges to pound her right then and there tried to overtake you, but you knew you couldn’t. Min-Ju had to adjust to your size—it wasn’t the biggest but enough to tame and shape the many girls you had before Min-Ju. They were obsessed, begging for you to take them in even if they were just fucktoys or cumsluts, and even came back to you saying, no other guy could satisfy and satiate their inner slut. 

Even Min-Ju, your once clumsy and innocent girlfriend, is now under you—sweaty and horny. Moaning under your constant thrusts after giving you the green light. Your right hand kept her wrist pinned behind her back, while your other pulled her hair —forcing her chin up. 

Heaven, paradise, cloud nine? No, what you felt was something more than that. Something… Magical. Words weren’t enough to describe the immense pleasure delivered to you.

No other girls have made you this crazy for such things. Love? It was trivial. Dating? You were in just for the benefits. Sex? You throw away the girl once you run tired. And yet, Min-Ju somehow felt different. She pulled you in. She made you feel something more than fleeting lust. The thought of letting her go pained you to the point that you wanted her at your side all the time

From meeting Min-Ju to loving and dating her, and now… mating.  Everything felt surreal.

You groaned from the pleasure clouding your thinking, your thrusts going harder each time—burying yourself hilt deep and hitting her cervix; Min-Ju’s most sensitive spot.

Your groans become growls, and Min-Ju’s moans become screams of ecstasy. With a feeling building up around your stomach, you halt your thrusts. Min-Ju panted heavily, her eyes making contact with yours. She tries to meet your hips with hers—burying your cock deeper into her slick vaginal walls. “Why~? Why stop?” She asked. You meet her eyes before turning to where you two were connected. She grinds her hips while her hands play with her clit, and her breathy whimpers reach your ears as if they begged you to give her the high and warmth inside she longed for.

“Not yet.” You growled. “Just not yet” 

“Why?” She called. Your gazes connect with hers, searching for answers yet you leave her in the dark.

You pull yourself out. Disappointing but something whispered in you, to awaken her inner cumslut(for some reason). You blow cold air on her pussy before licking her folds; slowly tasting her leaking juices. She shudders under the contact, arching her back while she hissed inwards. Her hands clutched the counter edges. Her leg muscles contract, pulling her wet slit away as she stood on the edge of her feet. You grab her by the hips, turning her around: her legs wide spread–presenting your prized possession, her perfect mounds sat on her chest—heaving for air—with her nipples fully erect, her lips between her teeth, face flushed with a natural rose-red from the steamy session, and her eyes gazed upon you, full of lust. 

Two of your fingers find their way inside her entrance, your left hand kneading at her doughy mounds, giving her nipples their needed attention, and your tongue rubbing the nub of her clit sends her to an astral-like form. Her legs clamp your head stuck as if their only purpose was to squish you flat. Her fists found the hair on your nape, yet you power through the pain as you give her the climax she’s been looking for. Elation from pleasure caused her eyes to roll up as a loud moan escapes her mouth. 

Her pussy tightens its hold on your fingers before Min-Ju’s hips buckle up and release her sweet nectar all over your fingers. You pull your fingers from her vice hold and taste your rewarded juice. “You taste amazing my love.” You whisper. 

Her arms slither toward your nape, pulling you in as she latches her lips onto yours. You feel her tongue press onto your lips, asking for permission. You let her in and yet somehow you, who dominated this entire time felt as if you have been the submissive one with how aggressive Min-Ju is. Your hands found their way to her mounds, kneading upon them needily causing her to moan as you make out. 

You pull away from the kiss, huffing heavily for air. Your foreheads connect, and you feel Min-Ju’s eyes on your lips as you reciprocate. “I’ve had my fill. Now fill me up.” She said assertively. Your body responds at her command willingly. Recapturing her lips as your hands fondle her soft breasts. 

You cut the session for a second, “Let’s finish at the room.” You whisper. Min-Ju's legs wrapped around your waist as her arms cling to your nape. You slide your right arm around her waist, before hoisting her up and carry her toward your room. 

Min-Ju then hailed kisses and bites around your neck and shoulders. Your breathing became heavier with each moment, and was able to force a moan from you after attacking the outline of your jaw. 

"Min-Ju ya, why... are you so... impatient right now?" You barely construct the sentence as your primal instincts scream. You receive no response. Your cock sat just under her wet pussy, bathing in her sweet nectar. The heat you both radiated caused a slippery feeling between you two, as if you doused yourselves in oil. The reduced friction aroused you more, even feeling Min-Ju's perked nipple gliding up and down on your chest as you walked toward the bed. 

You felt so restricted from the walk. Your girlfriend tortured you while you struggle on your way to the bed. She grinds on your length at a snail's pace, you feel her smirk as she kept raining love bites on your neck and shoulders, even the close proximity of your left ear had one; determined to show the world you're hers. The trip had become excruciating with her teasing. For you, it felt like years have passed, yet only a minute had truly gone by.

"This isn't fair." You whisper, causing Min-Ju to giggle. She had yet to stop raining kisses, and time would tell when you could pass out. "I'm punishing you right now." You throw her onto the bed. Min-Ju bounced on her back before you pounced on her lips again like a tiger hungry for its prey. All the pent-up arousal you felt from her teasing now surged out of your bottle. You feel your tip knock on her entrance as you chased your prized prey. Min-Ju did not show a hint of submissiveness as her eagerness met your desperation. You pull from your make-out for air, your eyes fixate on her enticing figure, engraving such creation into your mind. 

"Beautiful." You mindlessly mumbled. Her chuckle echoes through your ears. Her hot breath was getting closer to your ear, pushing you slowly off your danger zone. 

"Just knock me up already, all this foreplay is making me impatient." She complained softly. You feel her hands trail your chest and abs before her delicate fingers wrap around your cock--pumping you slowly. A raspy groan escapes your mouth. Min-Ju grazes her plump lips with your tip, before guiding you back into her slick wall—her hips connect with yours. Min-Ju's eyes close and her mouth agape as her breath hitched from the pleasure that tingled from her insides. You feel her slick wall tighten like a vice grip, wrapping around your cock in such a way that pleasure wasn't the only thing boiling to explode in your mind. Even Tartarus would have a hard time keeping your inner demons at bay, and here you are; barely hanging by a single thread

"So, you teasing me while I carried you was revenge huh?"

"Just shut up and do me already."

You flinch at the sudden statement. Her eyes burned with lust, desire, and even a hint of anger. Such a piercing gaze would've commanded someone out of their will to fuck her brains out; until they knock her up. But you're not them. You control the pace, which Min-Ju would forcibly submit as you bury your full length, grazing her cervix with your tip, sending a plethora of pleasure on your body. Her eyes widen from the contact, giving you more confidence.  

You feel Min-Ju's walls clench tighter like a wave of pleasure had bathed her. She remained unfazed, But your unhurried thrusts fail to hide the frustration and unending lust seeping from her body. Her legs slither around your waist, giving you no room for exit. Min-Ju add the movement of her hips, hoping a threshold would usher down at her. As frustrating as it was, you stood firm with your pace. Each strong yet deep thrust kept you on edge, and increased the speed at a moderate pace. Your hands knead the soft mounds on her chest, as you hail markings over her neck and shoulder. Her groaning complaints became the notes you lust for. 

"Go Faster." She moans.

With Min-Ju's encouragement, you take hold of the back of her knees, before pushing them as her knees settle beside her head; giving her full-view access to your cock pounding her pretty and rosy pussy. Her lust-filled eyes stare at you, her mouth half-open drawing hot breaths, while her hands reached for you. Your paced thrust now became reckless. Pounding her deep and hard making her a moaning mess. You hoped the 4 walls that surrounded you were soundproof yet, your thoughts were thrown out the window when you felt her honey-coated lips seal yours. With her moans now in check, you thrust harder; groaning as you find the last straw of stamina in your body coating her walls white. 

"I'M SO FU-FUCKING CLOSE, FASTER!" As if you were in a game, her scream gave you newfound stamina. A tight knot forms around your stomach, while her nails had marked and scratched your back. 

"I'm cum-cumming!"  You groan while she screamed. You bury yourself hilt deep—depositing a flood of white-creamy substance in her vault. Your hips were numb from the constant thrusting you had done. It was the biggest orgasm you had yet, and no other girl could possibly replace the one that lay under you. Min-Ju's eyes fully closed as her mouth was left ajar, her body still high from the love-making between you two. 

You were the first to calm down. The cloud nine you were brought to could compare to paradise. Your brain couldn't comprehend how and why you had such a strong reaction despite your notorious past. While Min-Ju still comes down from the orgasm, you rain more kisses on her neck and shoulder as you pump yourself slowly—ensuring that all your deposited baby-making batter was to impregnate her.

"Stop... I'm su-super sensitive right now. I might break from... the overload you're giving me." She said, catching her breath in between. You comply knowing a cock-driven girlfriend would be something you wanted to avoid. You let her settle slowly, helping her legs down before you lay beside her—all icky, and sticky from the sweat. While you push yourself up the bed, Min-Ju sits up; checking the work you had done. Her fingers spread her rosy-luscious lips as a trail of semen leaked from her hole. She turns around with her lips in between her teeth, enticing your inner demons right after they have slept.

"Even though it's my first time, you gave me no mercy." She states as she crawls into your embrace.

"Well, what can I do when I tried so hard to keep myself in check yet you seduced me so much." You chuckled.

"Well, I'm definitely going to get pregnant with this, but let's see. Hopefully, I will." The eyes that were once filled with lust now gazed upon you so tenderly. She chuckles before settling in your warm embrace. Soon, you hear soft snores, causing you to check your girlfriend's state.

"Your afterglow is something out of this world. Don't worry, I'll take care of you till the end." You mutter, your hand caressing her soft cheek. You leave a kiss on her temple. Which Min-Ju unconsciously responds to—nestling herself deeper in your embrace, her hold tightening around you.

**A few months later**

**Breaking: Actress Kim Min-Ju found to be pregnant during a shoot.**