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Clueless for Three

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Being Seulgi’s roommate, you mostly have experience with the soft, kind side of her. The ditzy side, the one who would burn her tongue on piping hot tea you brewed for her without fail, the one who cracked so many dishes while washing them that the chore became your sole responsibility, the one whose beaming smile could light up a city and whose energetic disposition could stir even the dead with life.

Right now, the Seulgi that is looking at you is the other Seulgi. The one serious one, the deadly one, the one who comes out during volleyball matches, the one who takes over while studying or as she is otherwise concentrating on something, the one who is now looking at you with a piercing, sultry gaze, the one threatens to bring you to your knees.

“I thought you said you wanted to take these off.” Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol in her system or the positive reaction you gave to her advances, Seulgi’s normally beaming, gentle demeanor is long gone, replaced with a confident seductress, a shameless harlot, that’s shaking her chest at you.

“I do.” you don’t want to admit that you’re feeling a little light-headed, that you feel in over your head, and now that you’re actually here, you don’t want to let Seulgi know that you’re panicking. “But…” Slightly.

“But?” Then Seulgi bites the tip of her finger, lips pulled apart in a coy grin, and your brain malfunctions.

“Um—” Ok, you can admit it: you’re full-on panicking. You can hear your heart racing at ten million miles a minute. “—but, er—”

“You know, you have to come over here to take my clothes off.”

Where did all this confidence come from? You can never comprehend it, how Seulgi manages to flip a switch so quickly, to such a different persona. You sometimes wish you could do the same, but instead, you’re left in your usual bumbling, blustering state, except now, it’s forced to the surface instead of kept inside you.

Breathe. Focus. Stop panicking. Seulgi already pushed herself so much to get to this point. Me hesitating almost made her cry. So, stop—

…

Ok…

You feel like an absolute idiot for only now realizing this, but…

Seulgi likes me?

Her kissing you out of the blue, the atmosphere that was created from that—even before that, the hints she was dropping about that guy, how he was so oblivious—no, even before that, when you learned that Seulgi is only physically affectionate to her female friends, and you? Were you supposed to pick up on that? It all happened too quick, your mind a blur, your thoughts a mess. Not only today, but this entire time. Seulgi is just a good friend, she’s just a kind person, she’s just clingy, she’s just, she’s just… then, all those times she’s told me that she loves me … did she mean more than platonically?

And now, you’re back to panicking. You’re trying to think harder, to see how you could’ve missed it, how it was even possible for this to sneak up on you, how you’ve been so focused on your own burgeoning feelings for Seulgi, suppressing them as much as you could, that you somehow didn’t even notice Seulgi’s burgeoning feelings for you … even thinking that feels atrociously egotistical. Unnatural. Like, Seulgi…? Seulgi? The woman who has been confessed to more times than you’ve has crushes, times twenty, maybe even times fifty? The one who’s gaining campus-wide popularity for her luminescent personality and her radiant beauty, the one who you’ve heard jealous remarks from multiple guys about, wishing they were also as close to Seulgi as you were. That Seulgi. That Seulgi.

Fuck.

“Hm?”

It’s just a word. It’s not even that, it’s just a sound, a short interjection, but hearing it, whipping your head up to look at her face, and you realize: the sultry stare, the teasing bite of her fingertip, it’s all just an act. Seulgi is just putting up a façade of confidence, because now, you see through it: her own hesitation, her fear, her self-doubt, and that calms you. The fact that Seulgi is also, perhaps, struggling with the same mental battles that you are, and more importantly, seeing her revert back to the kind, gentle, slightly ditzy Seulgi that you’re used to pulls you back down to Earth.

Stop making her wait so much. Stop making her be so doubtful.

Stop thinking. Just—

“Is it wrong to stop to admire how great you look in that outfit?”

Seulgi smiles: a mix of bashfulness and sexy allure, like she’s trying to regain her composure but is suffering such hard whiplash from switching back and forth between her two personas that they inadvertently mix together. “Oh. Well…” Another crack in the mask forms, but you can tell that she’s trying, and that is somewhat endearing to you. “…come here and take a closer look.”

You oblige, and Seulgi responds by scooting back on the bed and widening her legs. There’s a small grin adorning her face, although you can’t tell if it’s from nervousness or excitement, or maybe a mix of both. “Of all the people, me…”

“Mmm~” the sound of acknowledgement, bordering on a moan, dips low, takes upon itself a husky quality, and it’s driving you crazy. When you place a cautious hand on her exposed waist, you can feel her flinch for a brief second, but then, just as quickly, lean into your touch. “you…”

“…Why?”

You can’t help but ask. Seulgi is the first woman whose attention you’ve captured, and to make such a claim is beyond wild: it would be like saying that the first time you ever played basketball was in the NBA, or the first time you ever ran an official 100m sprint was at the Olympics.

“Because.” The lingering curiosity in your eyes draws out a fuller answer from Seulgi. “You always ask me if I want something when you’re going to the vending machine at the rec center, and even when I say no, you always know when I’m lying and bring me just want I need anyway. You always find fun places to hang out during the weekends. You spend so much effort in not only our relationship, but classes, making sure everyone is comfortable, and you even attend all my volleyball games. You always remember all the little details, like how I like my coffee with two pumps of syrup or how I always trip on the third step of that one staircase at that one library so you always have your hand hovering around me just in case. You’re always there for me, you always listen to me complain about things, and you’re always so supportive and helpful and you also get along so well with all of my friends…” The speed at which Seulgi is able to rattle off all of that astounds you, and for a second, you’re frozen, your knee pressing down on the spot between her legs on the bed, hands planted on either side of her waist, looking into her dark, shimmering eyes that were but a handful of inches from you. In that moment, she’s absolutely breathtaking, she’s positively glowing, and you’re utterly captured in the sparkling look in her eyes. “…the better question is, how can I do anything but fall in love with you?”

You don’t know what you were expecting when you asked the question. To you, the answer to the inverse question is simple. Seulgi is so luminescent, so unwaveringly kind and always makes sure to include you on everything whenever she can, and it obviously doesn’t hurt that she’s probably the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on, that falling in love with her is simply an inevitability. You know you aren’t any of those things: you aren’t remarkably handsome, you don’t have an amazingly built body, you aren’t extremely talented or competent at anything, so you at least knew to not expect that kind of an answer to your question.

Then what were you expecting? Maybe something like, ‘I spend so much time with you’, or ‘you’re the only man Irene approves of’. Something understandable, logical, something that you can go, ‘aah, ok, that makes sense.’ But everything Seulgi just listed … you’re really trying your best to understand her, but … are any of them special? Are they really things that would make someone fall in love? Aren’t they things that anyone could do?

“Tell me it back.”

You snap out of your haze at Seulgi’s question. “Hm?”

“You still haven’t told me you love me back.”

Despite everything, you break out into a giggle. It’s so childish, so pure and innocent, and also, so Seulgi. Seulgi, the immensely affection woman that she is, showering all of her friends with all the love and attention they could possibly want from such a stunningly beautiful and wondrously kind individual as her, and thus, is showered equally in love and attention in return. But, however much she gets from her friends, she still wants it from you.

“I love you too, Kang Seulgi.”

The unstoppable smile that breaks out on her face, slipping over her lips and onto her eyes, stops your heart. Then, she stops your breath by pressing her lips against yours.

There are a million things that are attractive about Kang Seulgi, and among her attractive physical traits, you would have to say that her lips are at the top of that enormous list. Perfectly proportioned, a pretty, soft-pink hue, and on the rare occasion they aren’t stretched into a warm smile, they take upon a naturally pouty shape. It’s gotten to the point where you had to pay extra attention to not stare, but it’s so damn hard to not, especially after moving in with her. Enjoying some pastries at one of her favorite cafes, or sitting opposite her while eating your dinner, or walking home with boba in hand, or even just talking to her normally, you’ve had to make sure to rip your eyes away from her lips on more than ten, probably more than twenty occasions. The question of if her lips are as soft as they look has, of course, come across your mind, and just minutes ago, you were able to confirm that, indeed, Kang Seulgi’s lips are incredibly soft.

This kiss feels different, though. She’s closer to you, her body pressed against yours and her face so close that you can feel the puff of air from her nose on your cheek; whereas before, the two of you remained relatively static, this time, Seulgi is moving more. Intensely, desperately, like she’s gone without food for two days and your lips are her means of sustenance. You can feel her hands wrapping around to the back of your head, but likewise, your right hand is on her waist, pulling her closer to you while you lean into the kiss. You can feel her legs starting to wrap around your waist, sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress until finally, Seulgi’s back is flush against the soft bedsheets adorning her bed.

The two of you are forced apart to adjust to the new position, but your eyes remain trained on each other as the two of you shift your position. There’s a slight flush on Seulgi’s cheeks, shooting the same beaming grin at you. “Say it again.”

This time, you laugh. “You’re so needy.”

“Say it again!”

You lean down before answering, your face a mere few centimeters from hers before saying, “I love you, Kang Seulgi.”

The pout on her lips turns into a smile in an instant. Her hands loop around up your nape and to the back of your head, and then, you’re kissing her again. The proximity of her face, the feeling of her body heat that’s caressing your skin, the way that she’s kissing you, greedy and impatient and sloppy and wet, the way that her legs are wrapping around your back again and pulling your bodies closer together, the amount of oxytocin flooding your system feels like it’s starting to verge on lethal levels.

You don’t know if it’s the heater that’s been turned up too much or the fact that your bodies have no gaps between them or the incessant motions both you and Seulgi are doing, but you soon find yourself having to separate yourself from her for fear of overheating. “I love you.” Seulgi barely lets herself finish the declaration before pulling you back in. You find yourself inadvertently moaning into the kiss, your hands holding either side of her face. “I love you,” this time, Seulgi has to murmur it against your lips, barely giving any space to breathe before reconnecting to you. “I love you so much.”

Again and again, Seulgi tells you the same thing, never giving you time to process it before going back to kissing you. Each time she says the words, it gets the slightest bit more intense and the slightest bit hotter, until it reaches to the point where you can feel Seulgi’s hand slide down the backside of your neck, down your back, and to the hem of your shirt. Feeling her bunching the edge of your shirt in her hands, you understand her intent and break the kiss. The shirt flies off your head, and you throw it somewhere to the right.

“Oh…”

Her eyes bulge out of their sockets as they land on your torso. However, you aren’t so much as wondering why she’s reacting in such an extreme way and more so trying to remember what about this seems so familiar, when your mind finally travels back far enough and you connect the dots.

“It’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen me shirtless.”

“…hm?”

The tips of Seulgi’s ears are a burning bright red, and from her genuinely confused expression, you can tell that your words went in one ear and exited out through the other.

“I said, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen me shirtless.”

“Wh—Wha—” Seulgi begins to stammer, and you can’t help but break out into laughter, “—I, I know! I’m not—it’s not li—I’m, I mean, last time, I—I—” with every break in her sentence, Seulgi’s face grows redder, and you can’t help but notice that she’s having a hard time keeping her eyes off your bare torso. In part due to Seulgi’s influence, and in part due to a desire to be as helpful to Seulgi as possible, you’ve taken it upon yourself to learn to play volleyball yourself, joining an intramural league, mostly with the help of Seulgi. Because of that, you do pretty strenuous physical activity on a somewhat regular basis, but compared to the bodies of even the members of your own rather amateur intramural team, yours is nothing special. “—it-it—I know!”

Logically, you want to tell yourself that Seulgi is just acting, that she can’t actually think your body is anything special. But then again, where has this so-called ‘logic’ gotten you? Getting completely blind-sided by Seulgi’s confession, helplessly panicking at the thought that Seulgi might actually like you—rather, love you, that’s where. Plus, you can also use your eyes and see just how red her face is getting, just how bashful she’s getting, and all of the sudden, you feel your own surge of confidence. “Can I take your shirt off?”

Seulgi simply nods, and although it’s clear she wants to cover her face behind her hands and hide, she obediently raises her arms to let you take her top off and place it as neatly as you can on the nightstand. “After stalling for so long, you finally decided to follow through with what you first set out to do.” The fierce, confident Seulgi is back, but this time, now that you’re not a ball of anxiety, you can respond properly.

“You say that, but it looks like you’re the one more looking forward to taking my clothes off.”

“Then, are you going to let me take the rest of your clothes off?” So she says, but you can see through her façade this time. She says the words, but there’s still hesitation in her body language: her hands that are refusing to come forward, the fact that she’s still laying down on the bed.

Seulgi is too adorable.

“Or are you … going to … um, make me take … take off … ta-take off mine? Wai—… wait, no, I mean, yours?”

All this time, you’ve lived with this juxtaposition: how can someone so gosh-darn cute be also so devastatingly sexy? The answer to the question doesn’t matter, as it all coalesces into one thing: your attraction to Seulgi. And now, you’re finding that they’re mixing together: the cuteness that made you want to coddle her and squeeze her cute little cheeks are now turning you on, and the sexy allure she carries in her eyes and in her voice contrasted with the hints of bashfulness makes you want to hold her close and coo at her. But the outfit that she’s wearing, looking at her laying down beneath you, the kiss you two shared, it’s clear which side is winning out.

“You first.”

You aren’t asking, nor do you wait. Your hands curl around the edge of her shorts, and with a firm tug, you pull them off her legs. Seulgi’s hands immediately go to her crotch, but they aren’t quick enough to block the glimpse you caught of the darker coloration of her sky-blue panties, a piece of undergarment verging on the brink of lingerie rendered even slimmer from it being soaked from her arousal.

“Wha—wait—” you pause at her squeal, but when you meet her eyes, you’re getting mixed signals: her lips are telling you to stop, but her eyes are telling you to keep going!

“Seulgi?”

“Wait, no, don’t … stop…?”

All hesitation gets blown away. Not necessarily because she tells you, as bad as that sounds, but because her adorable-ness is turning you on so much. As bad as that sounds.

“Then…” your hands apply gentle pressure on her hands, which offer no resistance in re-exposing her damp panties. You set them on either side of her body and watch her expression as your fingers curl around the strings of her underwear, and seeing her sucking in a deep breath and feeling her entire body tense under the ghost of your touch against her plush, hot skin encourages you to pull those off as well. Your hands follow the moist clothing down her silky-smooth legs, grinning to yourself at how much she’s shivering at the feeling of her fingers skimming over them, and set them on the nightstand afterwards.

“Hmm…”

The light moan that escapes from Seulgi’s lips turns into another squeal when your fingers brush against the intersection of her legs. “Very nicely shaven.” You look up to her, who is now refusing to look at you. She is instead hiding her face behind her hands, but even that isn’t enough to hide the redness on her cheeks and her ears. “I guess I caught you on a good day?”

Seeing her squirming at your innocently-worded question, intentionally oblivious this time, nearly makes you laugh. “I … so what? I shaved because I wanted it to be nice and neat and pretty, ok?”

And that actually makes you laugh. “It is very pretty. Although I doubt I would’ve said anything different if you hadn’t shaved.” You tentatively introduce two digits to her wet folds, and she lets out a shaky moan. “Wow, and look how wet you are already.”

Despite Seulgi’s face still being bright red, she shouts, “W-Well, whose fault is that?”

“Then, shall I—” you speak as your fingers part her folds and accidentally bump into something suspiciously hard. You may be oblivious, as you’ve recently found out, but you aren’t stupid—you know what it is, verified by how sharply she gasped at the contact, and with barely a second’s hesitation, your thumb joins your index finger to caress it.

“Aa-aahn!”

Seulgi’s sweet-sounding squeal is sheer ecstasy to your ears. Her legs shudder against your other hand, her labia quivers at your touch, and her snatch salivating so heavily at the stimulation in conjunction with her moans encourages you to continue. “Does that feel good?”

“Nng!” Seulgi, apparently barely able to speak coherently, can only answer with that interjection and a flurry of insistent nods. “B—Bu—… hmm …” Realizing she’s trying to tell you something, you slow down and give her a second to catch her breath. “It feels good, but I…” she grows quiet, her face already beet red and her eyes darting away bashfully. You give her the space to finish her sentence, which she does with, “…I want more than just your fingers.”

That right there? Such a devastatingly sexy woman, delivering such a lethal line in such a bashful manner, freeing the uncomfortable tightness in your shorts, nearly tripping over yourself in doing so, throwing it by the wayside and barely even catching the way Seulgi’s eyes bulge even wider at your throbbing erection until you’re positioning it at her heat and you hear such a loud gasp that it pierces through the deep tidal wave of arousal your body just sunk beneath and look up to see her eyes locked on to your cock, biting her lips in anticipation, and in your peripheral vision, her hands clenched into fists.

If not for the situation at hand, you might classify her current facial expression as ‘adorable’. But right now, it’s turning you on like hell.

“…please…”

Seulgi’s barely audible murmur morphs into a high-pitched moan when your tip brushes against her soaking wet sex, pushing her folds aside. The anticipation inside your own body is building too, and as overwhelming as the feeling is, you’re doing everything in your power to hold back. The longer the wait, the greater the payoff. Supposedly.

Tease her entrance with your tip. Rub your shaft against her labia, bathe it in her wetness. Listen to Seulgi’s gasping and sighing and panting, increasingly desperate, her legs shaking with desire, the words spilling out of her mouth growing increasingly needy and dire, dripping with lust and desire. Reeling your own lust in, trying to do everything in your power to continue building up the tension, even going so far as to shift your mind to different topics, when you finally realize—

“Wait, condom.”

Seulgi violently shakes her head, wrapping her legs even more tightly around your waist the moment you try to pull away. “No! Please, just, inside! Now!”

Blood rushes to your head, or maybe it left it—suddenly, all of your senses dulled, all extraneous thoughts vanishing, anything and everything not directly Seulgi fades from your consciousness, and when you finally push past her pussy lips and bury your length inside her in one motion, it’s Seulgi’s shrill scream that breaks you out of your trance.

“Oh god, oh my god…”

And when you draw your hips back and slam back into her, you can feel Seulgi’s entire body shiver with sheer ecstasy beneath you, her legs tensing against your back and her hands shooting out and wrapping themselves around your arms that are planted on either side of her shoulders.

“God, I feel like I’m going to cum already…”

Seulgi’s voice is shaking, tears spilling out of her eyes. She sounds equal parts elated and frustrated, something that you can sympathize with. Barely a few seconds in, and the feeling of Seulgi’s pussy walls fluttering around your cock, the feeling of her hot, wet tightness rubbing against your length as you continue to slam yourself into her with building intensity, and it feels like you’re on the brink already. Seulgi’s heat, her voice that turns you on so insanely much, the way her legs are tightening their grip on your back and her hands are tightening around your forearms and how her cunt is tightening around your cock, the way she squirms and writhes and how her back arches clear off the mattress, every single aspect of the current situation seems to be tailor-built to test your resolve.

“Hnng, god, yes, I’m so close…”

“Fuck, Seulgi, you’re so tight.”

Seulgi opens her eyes and, while hints of a flush still remain on her face, she shoots you a sultry stare accompanied by a mischievous grin. “Does it feel good?”

You nod. “It feels amazing.”

“A-Are you also close?”

You feel like you’re getting swallowed up. Her body, her voice, her warmth, everything is washing over you, consuming you. You’re a rickety raft adrift the violent storm of Seulgi’s lust, just barely holding yourself together. “I’m so close.” Seulgi continues to wordlessly grin at you, drawing out the next question that comes out your lips, “What?”

“I got you to say that word.”

Your mind is definitely way too blasted to try to figure out which ‘word’ Seulgi is referencing, so you just respond with, “…what word?”

“That word. You know: fuck.”

It shouldn’t turn you on so much. It’s just a word, technically. But it’s that word: the naughty word, the swear word, a word you’ve refrained from using around Seulgi because she’s too innocent for that word, but hearing it coming from her mouth, while she’s getting dicked down on her own bed by you, said in a playful manner and with a bit of a moan…

Fuck.

“That really makes you happy, does it?”Seulgi can only squeal out a half-response, a giddy sound in reaction to the increased vigor you’re fucking her with. It doesn’t help that the clear juxtaposition of Seulgi’s sweet voice grating so roughly against the harsh diction of the curse word that it pushes your arousal up to eleven, and now, as you’re looking down at Seulgi as she’s becoming completely undone, whimpering and screaming and moaning and bucking her hips in tandem with your thrusts, you feel the unstoppable tsunami crashing down on you. “I’m cumming—”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please, just a little more—”

Seulgi isn’t relenting, and with how tightly her legs are gripping your waist, it’s clear that you aren’t going to escape. So, you don’t try to. You let the tsunami crash over you and onto and into Seulgi.

“Hnn—haa, it’s so hot, oh my god—”

Your hips continue to ram into Seulgi as her greedy snatch convulses and squeezes your pulsating cock for all its worth—“wait, Seulgi, wait—” and then more.

“O-Oh god, I’m—aahn!” A final scream from Seulgi and her own orgasm washes through her own body, a salacious blend of bodily fluids mixing together inside her core.

“Shit.” She’s milking you and milking you, and now that her own orgasm is turning up her own intensity, you can’t stop. “Shit, Seulgi…” the sound of your groin slamming against her sex turns damp, and you can see the creampie leaking out of her pussy wedged tightly with your sputtering cock, but as spent as you feel, even though your own climax has faded, Seulgi’s pussy doesn’t seem to get the memo. It continues to pump your cock, slobbering all over it until, nearly a minute later, Seulgi finally comes down from her climax.

“Hm…”

A content, happy hum vibrates out of Seulgi’s throat after you pull out and collapse on the mattress next to her.

“Are you … um, ok? Is it safe?”

“Hm?” Seulgi turns to you, and upon meeting your eyes, she seems to realize what you’re talking about. “Oh! Yeah. Why? Do you want me to get pregnant?”

“I’ll have you know, I tried to let you know, but you didn’t let me.”

Seulgi sticks her tongue out at you. “Well, aren’t you glad I didn’t?”

You laugh. “Well, yeah, but—” your breath catches as Seulgi suddenly wraps you in a sideways hug, her breasts pressing against your arm. You have to take a few seconds to steady yourself before finishing, “—but, I mean, it’s still risky, right?”

“Hm? Why do you still sound so nervous?” You look down at Seulgi to see her teasing smile, and you can’t help but smile back. “After what we just did?”

“Well, no matter what, any guy would be this nervous from being hugged like this by his crush, especially when she’s so beautiful and sexy and perfect.”

It’s so cheesy—it’s so cheesy—but Seulgi can’t help but blush furiously at that. “St-Stop!”

“Now who’s the nervous one?”

Seulgi only laughs back and playfully slaps your shoulder. “Meanie. Let me just stay like this for a while.”

The next morning, as you’re having breakfast, the two of you can’t stop smiling. A couple of natural idiots, just enjoying each other’s company, spending a blissful weekend in each other’s presence, reading, doing homework, watching another movie, playing games, and before you know it, it’s Monday again. As the two of you depart for your morning classes, Seulgi tugs at your arm. “Hm?”

“Goodbye kiss.”

Seulgi is really a needy one. But honestly, you can’t help but swoon at that: how her arms are reaching out to you, how her head is tilted upwards, how her lips are puckered, so you happily oblige, step into her embrace, and peck her on the lips. “There, you fussy baby.”

“Your fussy baby.”

“Well, my fussy baby, I also need to get to class, so you need to let go of me.”

Seulgi pouts, but after rubbing her face against your neck a few times for good measure, she lets go. “See you after class, honey!”

Your heart skips a couple of beats, and when you meet up with Irene at class, your heart is still racing. “Did something nice happen?”

Wow. You’re that easy to read, huh?

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you yet.”

Of all the people the two of you want to tell about your new relationship, Irene is on the very top of that list. However, Seulgi insisted that she wanted to be there to tell Irene the news together at lunch, so you’re now left with a confused but reluctantly accepting Irene. She doesn’t press though, just silently accepts it, and when lunch comes and Seulgi breaks the news to her best friend, Irene’s reaction is … not exactly expected.

“…Oh.” Then, as if realizing what Seulgi just said, she repeats, “Oh!” more emphatically. “Oh! Oh my god, really?”

The delayed reaction … are you thinking about it too much, or is it confirmation of what you’ve been suspecting?

“Yeah!”

“Oh my gosh, since when?!”

“Last Friday!”

“Ooh my gosh, finally! I’m so happy for you two!”

The hugs that Irene gave both Seulgi and you assuaged your suspicions, but as Irene launched into a tirade of questions about every little detail, with Seulgi omitting the more salacious bits, you mostly stayed quiet. Irene would shoot you glances every now and then, but you don’t really know what to make of them: is she suspicious of you now? Irene sounded extremely excited and happy for you two, but you can’t help but feel like you’ve betrayed Irene’s trust.

You’re the last one to get back home that day, and when you do, Seulgi immediately rushes to the door and attacks you with her famous bear hugs. “Welcome home, baby~”

To be fair, this is only day four of being Seulgi’s boyfriend, but hearing the pet name coming out of her mouth, directed at you, and especially followed shortly after by a hug? You don’t know if your heart can take it.

“It’s only been a couple of hours, did you miss me that much?”

The question was asked in jest, but when you look down at her face just a couple of inches below yours, nuzzling against your chest, and she nods very sincerely, you completely melt. “Yeah…”

“Aw, you little baby.” She smiles, nuzzles against your chest, then looks up at you, but before she can speak, you amend your statement. “My little baby.” Satisfied, she closes her eyes again and rests her head against your chest.

“By the way, did you see how Irene reacted to the news?”

“Yeah, she looked … shocked, I guess?”

“Yeah! Right? Now are you still doubting me?”

“About what?”

“About Irene! Her crush on you!”

“Are you sure it’s not because she has a crush on you?”

Seulgi scoffs, removing herself from your embrace. “I guess this is why you were so caught off-guard by my confession.”

“Wha—Hey! That’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair?”

“I—” seeing Seulgi sticking her tongue out playfully at you just makes you laugh. “—I mean, you’re like, probably the most popular girl on campus. You’re definitely the most beautiful girl on campus.” Just like how Seulgi’s pet names make you pause, so too do your compliments to her. That one word, and suddenly, Seulgi is turning away from you, the tips of her ears bright red. “I mean, fantasizing that such a girl likes me? That’s just, you know, a cheesy 80’s romcom trope.” Seulgi laughs at that.

“What do you mean?”

“And then you’re expecting me to believe that the second most beautiful girl on campus also likes me? I mean, there’s being realistic, or I guess socially aware, and then there’s believing that Irene also has a crush on me. Even if it were true, it would still feel delusional to believe it.”

“…I don’t think I follow.”

“It’s more believable that she has a crush on you, right? That’s why she paused? Because she was sad that you’re in a relationship now?”

“No, because she’s the one who pushed me to confess to you.”

Oh.

Ok, that … did that change things?

“I … huh, I see…”

“So if Irene had a crush on me, why would she tell me, her supposed ‘crush’, to confess to someone else?”

“Well, she could be saying that because she wants you to be happy.”

“Oooh my god, baby~” Seulgi laughed and wrapped you into another bear hug, “you just have to come to terms with the fact that you’re … what do you call it? A chick magnet!”

“I … really don’t think I am, though…” never mind that ridiculous claim, it took all of your willpower to get those words out, but just barely. And now, with Seulgi pressing her head against your chest again, there’s no way she can’t hear how fast your heart is racing, but she doesn’t make note of it.

Instead, she says, “We need to work on your self-confidence.”

“I don’t think I have low self-confidence, I just think I’m realistic.”

“Well, the reality is that, according to you, beauty number one and two on campus are in love with you.”

“…ok, if you say so.”

Seulgi laughs at your response. “You don’t sound like you believe me.”

The two of you eventually move to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, staying on the topic of Irene, and while you’re talking, you can’t help but think that it’s strange. Normally, a girl wouldn’t want to talk about another girl she suspects has a crush on her new boyfriend, right? You feel like the topic would be pretty taboo, but for some reason, Seulgi doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seems pretty animated when talking about Irene. Could this be you being oblivious again? But no matter how hard you try to read into Seulgi’s body language and inflections of her voice, you can’t detect any hidden frustrations or grievances.

A week into the relationship, you finally ask the question you’ve been meaning to ask ever since moving in.

“Seulgi, why do you never wear any … you know, like, comfy clothes at home?”

“What do you mean? This is plenty comfortable.”

“Really?” You can’t say you know that much about women’s clothing, so if Seulgi says her clothes are comfortable, then they’re comfortable. Still… “I feel like you never change out of the clothes you go out in.”

“…well, is it wrong to want to always look good in front of the man I’m in love with?”

Seulgi, sounding like a puppy that just got caught sneaking into the treats jar, protests, and you laugh. “Well, but I would feel bad if I was making you wear clothes that aren’t necessarily the most comfortable things to wear, just because you want to look nice in front of me. And also, if that’s your worry, then what about me? I wear pajamas around the house all the time!”

“Well, you look so good in your pajamas!”

Eventually, you somehow manage to convince Seulgi that it’s fine to dress casually at home—a ridiculous thing to have to argue in the first place—but it took a while before Seulgi actually started to do so. Slowly, gradually, Seulgi began to be more comfortable wearing loungewear at home, even getting to the point where she started taking her bra off at home. Admittedly, it did serve as an occasional distraction whenever you happen to see a bit more than you ought to, or when you can see a nipple pressing against the thin fabric of her top, which coalesced to you pushing past Seulgi’s askew bedroom door to seek her out about buying groceries and instead finding her topless.

“Oh shit, sor—”

“Wait!” Seulgi grabs your wrist as you turn around. “Um…”

“…Do you need help choosing your clothes for tomorrow or something?”

Seulgi doesn’t laugh. She doesn’t even respond. She just closes the gap between you, and as her hands snake around your sides, you can feel her breasts pressing against your back. “You see me like this, and you don’t…” You swear, you can hear your own heart beating out of your chest, “want to do anything to me?”

Was this you being oblivious again? Was Seulgi dropping hints all this time? But it was you who proposed that she started dressing more casually.

“Seulgi—”

“Sorry, am I being too much?”

It doesn’t matter, you decide. “What do you want me to do to you?” When Seulgi doesn’t reply, you grab her hands, lightly peel them off your torso, and turn around. Seulgi, instead of answering, is standing there, red-faced, looking very adamantly at the ground, clearly embarrassed about what she just said. You can feel her tugging at her hands, trying to cover her chest, but the gentle hold your hands have on her wrists is enough to dissuade her. “Do you know how much I have to restrain myself on a daily basis? If I did whatever I wanted to do to you, whenever I wanted, then you wouldn't have strength left for your volleyball practice.”

Seulgi gasps, and if you didn’t have both wrists in your grasp, she might’ve collapsed right then and there from how badly her knees are shaking. “Oh…”

“Do you want me to prove it?” You ask, but you aren’t really asking. You’re pushing her, guiding her out of her walk-in closet, and when you’ve backed her up all the way to her bed, you pick her up and lay her down onto the soft mattress. You follow shortly after, straddling her with both legs wedged between your thighs.

“They’re sm—” Seulgi’s sentence is cut short when both hands move to her exposed boobs, taking a handful of them in your palms and giving them a light squeeze.

Ever since that first time, the two of you didn’t do anything past kissing. For you, it felt awkward to just tell her you wanted to have sex, especially with how often she inadvertently turned you on by doing the most mundane things, so you just withheld all of that horniness. That, all that pent-up lust, comes up to the surface in that moment, where you’ve had the pleasure of seeing her very shapely boobs in all those tight tops but never dared to ask to touch them despite fantasizing about them for so long, and only now having the chance to do so.

“They’re so—sorry, does that feel good?” So you ask, but looking at her face, you feel like you already know the answer. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back against her pillow, biting her lower lip in an attempt to stop herself from making too loud of a noise from the feeling of her breasts getting massaged and stimulated by your hands. Still, “Seulgi?”

“H-Hm?”

“Does that feel good?”

“Ye—nng!” You intentionally wait for her to respond before bringing your thumb up to her areola, but retreating as soon as she interrupts herself with a loud moan.

“Does that feel good?”

“…meanie.”

This time, your index finger joins your thumb in rubbing the sensitive patch of discolored skin sitting atop the peak of her mounds. You can hear Seulgi gasp at the contact, and when you give both nipples a firm squeeze, she lets out another, higher-pitched moan.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Then…” You look up at Seulgi, “…then do it more often.”

“I’m serious about what I said earlier, Seulgi. If I did it whenever I wanted to, then you would never have a break from me.”

“Who said I ever wanted a break?”

Seulgi, you feel like, has just been testing your patience this entire time. It almost feels like she’s rage-baiting you, pushing your buttons, seeing how you’d react. A teasing remark, a playful grin, and it works, too. “Seulgi—” this time, nothing interrupts you. You interrupt yourself, your one hand continuing to play with her tits while the other went to her shorts to push them off. The second her legs were rid of the obstruction, that hand dove between her legs and pressed two digits onto her slit.

“Hmm, oh my god—”

Seulgi’s back arches off the bed, another musical moan filling the room. “Careful what you wish for, honey.”

Seulgi opens her eyes again to meet yours. “And you don’t have any idea how often I want to do this with you.”

You want to ask why, but the question dies in your throat.

Seulgi? She’s been horny for you?

“Like, when your rolled up your sleeves to cut up those carrots yesterday, I…” Seulgi dared not finish that sentence, but the way her ears burst into a fit of red let your mind finish it for her.

“You what?”

You still want her to say it, though. Seulgi, the innocent, sweet, pure princess that she is: you want to hear her say naughty words, dirty words, and you want to know that you’re the reason why she said them.

“You know!”

“Hmm, do I? I don’t know, I’m pretty oblivious, aren’t I?”

“Hnnn—” Seulgi’s voice strains as you take your hands away from her sputtering core, “—wai-wait! No…”

“I’m trying to imagine how you were going to finish that sentence, but…”

“Fine! When you rolled your sleeves up yesterday, I had to take a second because I—I got weak in the knees, ok?!”

It’s one thing to finish the sentence in your head, but it’s an entirely other thing to hear her finish it with her own voice. And man are you glad you did, because the surge of confidence makes your chest swell with pride, power, and a desire to act on every illicit fantasy you’ve had of your girlfriend over the past few weeks.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” you say, but reward her anyway by reintroducing your hand to her pussy, this time using three digits to plunge directly into her sweltering heat. Seulgi lets out a sharp gasp, and when your fingers start curling against her walls, the gasps start turning into deeper, louder moans.

“Ooh god! Oh my god, that feels so good, your fingERS!” At that reaction, you know you’ve found the sweet spot.

“Does that feel good?”

You rub that same spot again, and Seulgi vigorously nods. “Yes! Yes, please! Right there!” Your fingers, your entire hand, is already soaking wet, but you don’t care. One hand palming and knead her breasts while the other relentlessly assaults her G-spot, Seulgi’s body shaking with an overwhelming feeling of sheer ecstasy, unabashedly screaming as the accuracy of your fingers and the ferocity of both hands, eventually joining at her overstimulated pussy, increase until, finally, she lets out a brief warning cry before a jet of fluids hits you square on the jaw. “Oh my—” Seulgi, seeing it happen, is half-laughing, half-moaning, wholly red-faced, rides out her orgasm with your fingers that continue to rub that sweet spot, spraying your clavicle, your arm, the bed sheets, and everything in between until she comes off that high.

“Wow.”

As you take your hands away from Seulgi to wipe the mess she made on you, the blushing and laughing girl gets up and moves her hands to help you. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

“…to just squirt on me so feroc—” Seulgi slaps your shoulder before you can finish the sentence, causing you to burst into laughter.

“Don’t just say it! It’s embarrassing!”

“It’s not embarrassing, it’s hot.” Ordinarily, you might’ve felt out-of-place using such language to Seulgi, of all people, but with how embarrassed she is, you can’t help but want to tease her more. Not to mention, she is your girlfriend. As hard as that is to believe, still.

“Well, if it’s hot, then…” Seulgi’s hand slows to a crawl, most of her fluids having been wiped off you already, “…then…?” Her eyes dart to your clothed shorts, which come flying off in the next few seconds, and Seulgi laying down on her back yet again in the following seconds.

But as you’re positioning yourself between her legs, you realize, “…wait. Condom. This time, we actually have them this time.”

“No.”

God.

The first time Seulgi had such a reaction, it was more emphatic, rushed, impatient, needy, horny. This time, she’s more steadfast, concise, but it’s no less heart-wrenchingly arousing.

“Then, what was the point of buying them?”

“That’s what I was saying.”

Despite being her boyfriend, you find that you still have an immense desire to protect her. It’s just now, the way to protect her has shifted: before, it was mostly to protect her from undue advances, but to still give her room to make her own decisions and build the relationships she wants to build. Now, it’s to protect her from herself, and from yourself as well.

“Are you not going to let me get them?”

Seulgi grins. “Nope.” Her legs wrap around your waist. Her sultry gaze bores into you, trapping you, disengaging that protective desire entirely.

“You’re…” you fling off your shirt, grinning to yourself a little as her eyes are magnetized to your torso. Ever since then, you’ve found even more motivation to hit the gym more often, for precisely moments like this. And, although not much as changed, it still makes you feel amazing when Seulgi can’t help but stare. “…such a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Well, if that’s makes me naughty, then what about you?” she says to you, who is positioning your dick against her entrance, “my partner-in-crime?”

You answer only by pushing yourself into her, and Seulgi responds with a breathy moan, her back arching off the bed slightly, her legs tensing and her walls flexing as they take your girth in. “God, so tight…”

Your hands gravitate to her waist, and hers to your forearms, driving your cock into her core mercilessly. Deeper, faster, harder, the sound of Seulgi’s moans mix with your own to create a symphony of pleasure that fills the quaint bedroom.

“Yes, oh my god.”

Your eyes are trained on Seulgi, drowning in ecstasy, reveling in all the rough love and attention you’re pounding into her body. All this time, you’ve held Seulgi on somewhat of a pedestal: she’s this sweet, innocent, kind princess that needs to be protected. Now, having heard her clearly expressing her desire to not be treated as such, you’re abandoning the year of pre-conceived notions you’ve developed of Seulgi to adhere to her wishes. “You’re so unbelievably sexy, Seulgi.”

It was a purely incidental action, how your grip of her tiny waist tightened and inadvertently lifted it slightly. That slight shift changed the angle you’re penetrating her at, and in doing so, incidentally caused her back to arch well off the bed. “Ooh god, yes! Right there!”

While it wasn’t intentional, you intend to take full advantage of it. You aim your next thrust for that same spot, and Seulgi reacts with another ecstatic scream. Another, and another, and the more accurate you become, the closer you can her getting: her walls tighten around your cock, her hands clench around your arms. Swaying, moving, rocking in synchronization with your rhythmic motions, the jiggling of her petite breasts catching your eye. You oblige their cry for attention, and when your fingers finally close in on her nipples, Seulgi lets out another warning yelp. “Baby, I’m going to—hnng, I’m going to cum, oh my god, oh my—” Her voice fills the room, fills the apartment, perhaps even the building, and as she vibrates violently against your cock that’s now being flooded with a second tsunami of her wetness, you’re equally unrelenting. “God, oh my god—” Seulgi’s eyes are rolled back, and you make sure to ride out her orgasm to its peak and all the way back down, nearly a minute later, when she finally reaches ground level again.

You extract your sopping wet cock from her pussy and let her bathe in the afterglow of her climax. However, barely a few seconds afterwards, she turns her head to look at you. “You didn’t…”

“It’s ok. Take the rest you need.”

Seulgi shakes her head, flips herself around, and tucks her knees in to prop her ass up at you. Her thighs and buttocks are still shimmering with her ejaculate, and when she reaches around to pry apart those plump pair of mounds apart, two sets of glistening, pink folds stare back at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to—”

Seulgi can’t even finish that sentence before your hands are placed on her romp and your dick is buried all the way to the hilt inside her drooling snatch. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, re-immersing yourself in her heat, her pussy trapping you again in its vice-grip. Seulgi, having just come down from her climax and having not been given much of a break from orgasm to orgasm, how heavily overstimulated she is made worse by how fiercely you’re ravaging her, every thrust carrying with it the full ferocity and pent-up lust from watching Seulgi succumb to two orgasms. The harder you go, the more prominent the sound of her rotund romp slapping against your crotch is, and the deeper you push yourself inside her, the deeper Seulgi’s face sinks into her pillow.

Seulgi, barely able to form coherent words, completely surrenders control of her body to you. Rocking back and forth, each pistoning motion slathering your dick with more of her honey, which then gets splattered all over her bubble butt at each impact.

“Seulgi…”

“Hmm!” Upon realizing that she can’t get the words out, she desperately reaches for you, curling her feet around your knees, trying to tell you by any means possible to stay.

“You want me to cum inside you so badly, then fucking take it!”

At the apex of one last thrust, you unleash a torrent of your seed, and Seulgi, feeling the intense stream of the hot, sticky fluids rushing into her womb, screams into the pillow as the third orgasm of the night wracks her body. When the two of you finally settle down, Seulgi pulls you into her arms to nuzzle against your neck. “I’m … wow. You were so amazing, baby. I can’t believe you … I … three times…”

“You believe me now?”

“Hm?”

“That, if I were to have my way, you’d never have a break?”

Seulgi smiles and nods, craning her head up to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. “Yeah. From now on, you have to let me know when you want to do it, ok?”

The end result was the two of you agreeing to be more open about your sexual needs, and while you still held back a decent amount of time, especially on nights before her games, it led to, for example…

“Right here?”

Seulgi lets out a groan when your tongue flattens against her damp slit. “Why not?”

“…it’s embarrassing…”

“Why? It’s just the two of us.”

Seulgi throws her head back against the couch backrest as your fingers brush against the hard nub sitting north of her labia. “B-But…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Slowly, bashfully, Seulgi shakes her head, and you take that as permission to dive deeper between her legs. “Ooh my gosh…” the low, grumbling moan tumbles out of Seulgi’s lips, and the more contact your tongue makes with her snatch, the louder it becomes. It barely takes a minute before she’s bucking into your face, so you oblige her wordless request and push your tongue past her folds and into her cunt. “Aah, baby~”

The only way you can respond is with increased eagerness, which you do by adding your hand into the equation. With your fingers playing with her clit and your tongue splitting her pussy walls apart, Seulgi can’t help but buck harder and harder into your face until she becomes completely undone, not sparing a single square inch of your face with her slick. When you pull away, Seulgi is breathing heavily, fully reclined against the couch, and your feel like you can barely keep your eyes open. “That was quite a bit—” the culprit of the situation takes a look at you and bursts out into embarrassed laughter.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok, I think I need to go wash my face, though.”

A few days later, Seulgi decides to pay you off in the kitchen.

“Just let me do everything, ok?” You wordlessly let her take your boxers off, and when your dick falls out from the piece of underwear, she grabs it tenderly in her soft, velvety hands. “Look at you, already so hard.”

The sight before you, of Seulgi on her knees, your hardening cock in hand, feels blasphemous. Someone like Kang Seulgi doesn’t belong on her knees—in fact, it should probably be the other way around. Yet, she’s the one who insisted on doing this to you. Who are you to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do?

“Exposing your waist like that, how could I not be?”

You had initially thought that convincing Seulgi to wear more casual clothes around the house would spare you from the insanely eye-popping outfits she used to don on a day-to-day basis, but as you’ve learned over the weeks, that was only partially true. Among those pieces of loungewear were looser outfits, for sure, but the one she is wearing now is nothing short of jaw-dropping. Her slutty little waist on full display, the top stretching just far enough to cup the underside of her breasts, accompanied by a low-hanging pair of shorts that sit just above the intersection of her legs—and then, come time to cook dinner, she tells you that she wants to suck you off right then and there in the kitchen? Such a proposition is physically, emotionally, and mentally impossible to say ‘no’ to.

“Oh,” Seulgi says, her fingers wrapping around your girth and beginning to apply a pumping motion to your length, “so all I have to do is to wear something like this if I want to do it, then?”

“Seulgi, all you have to do is to kiss me for longer than two seconds.” Seulgi giggles, and then places her lips onto your dick. You let out a groan. Your fists ball into fists, another louder groan escaping your lips as she swallows your glans into her mouth. “Shit…”

You can feel her tongue twirling around the sensitive tip of your dick, holding it inside her mouth for a few seconds before letting it slip back out. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she says, winking to you before taking half your length in one fell swoop.

“Agh, fuck—” Seulgi never takes her eyes off you, and when you let out that swear, the smile in her eyes brightens. You’ve noticed that Seulgi, for some reason, loves it when you accidentally utter that word during sex. Because of that, you’ve developed an even greater incentive to stop yourself from saying it at all costs, but in this instance, the curse just flies out of your mouth before you can think to stop it.

“Mmm~”

Her soft, plump lips glide along the circumference of your cock as her tongue caresses its sensitive underside, every back-and-forth motion covering more of your shaft with saliva. It’s a devastatingly sexy visual, one that you can’t take your eyes off of, and how firmly Seulgi is maintaining eye-contact with you only adds to it. It’s an image you want to burn into your retinas forever, but each time your dick hits the back of her throat, you can feel your focus slipping away little by little. Seulgi, meanwhile, is happily humming along as she hollows her already slim cheeks out.

Clenching your fists tighter is all you can do to stay upright, and Seulgi, seeing from the corner of her vision, takes your cock out of her mouth to say, “Baby, you can use your hands if you want.”

“…and do what with them?”

“Put them on the back of my head.”

Day by day, you feel like you’re learning that Seulgi is freakier than she lets on. That pure, loving, happy-go-lucky personality, the beaming eye-smile and the sunny disposition has etched a certain type of persona in your mind that you felt like Seulgi embodied, but when she tells you that she wants you to fuck her face, that image is being shattered week by week.

“A-Are you sure?”

“I’ll tap your hands if I think it’s too much. Although, I doubt you can make me feel that way.”

Seulgi takes your cock back into her mouth, and you put a cautious pair of hands on her head. She nods encouragingly, still maintaining eye-contact with you, and as she resumes her blowjob, your feel your hands following the bobbing motion of her head. It feels good enough already, and as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, you feel your hands tightening around her head, grabbing fistfuls of her hair.

Does she really want you to fuck her face? But what if you’re too rough? She did say she would warn you if that was the case. And, in the first place, you can’t even tell how much of her head bobbing back and forth is of her own volition and how much of it is you. All you know is that, the closer you get, the faster she goes, swapping between letting your dick pound the back of her throat and keeping it there to suck it off, and the longer it goes on, the more you feel like you’re losing your mind. Eventually, it’s the sound of your waist hitting the cabinet doors under the sink you’re leaning against that clues you in that you are, in fact, fucking Seulgi’s face, but she doesn’t make any indication of discomfort. Tears start welling up in her eyes, but no matter how rough you get, her hands never leave their respective places: one holding your hips for stability, the other attending to your balls.

“Seulgi, I’m so close,” you groan, and Seulgi responds with increased eagerness. When it becomes clear that she wants you to unload inside her mouth, you release the tension in your nethers all at once, exploding inside her mouth. And, even as you deposit more and more of your load inside her mouth, Seulgi refuses to break eye-contact, letting her cheeks swell up until, when your orgasm comes to an end and you pull yourself out of her mouth, she’s happily kneeling in front of you with a mouth full of your seed. “Um, the sink’s right here, Seulgi. Here, spit it out,” you say, reaching to help her up and stepping aside.

Seulgi, however, does no such thing. Instead, she sharply inhales through her nose, reels her head back, and in one gulp, swallows the entire thing. You can only stare, half in lustful awe and half in disgust, as her throat flexes impressively to compensate for the sudden intake of fluids now running down her esophagus.

“Oh my god…”

“Why would I need to spit it out? After I worked so hard for it.”

“That’s…” you don’t even know what to say. It can’t be very appetizing, but maybe for women, it’s different? Then again, it’s not like you minded having your entire face covered in her cum, or even swallowing a little bit of it.

“Ok, go back to your room.”

“Huh? But, dinner…”

“You have a test tomorrow to study for, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but—”

“But nothing! Go study! I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

“I can help a little bit, though.”

“No!” Seulgi insists, on her feet already and trying to push you out the kitchen. “Go!”

“Um, ok, but at least let me get my pants first.”

“Oh.” Seulgi laughs and takes her hands off you. You put your pants back on, but right after you turn around and take a few steps, Seulgi calls back out to you.

“Hm?”

“I’ll take a kiss as payment.”

Seulgi is standing there, arms outstretched, head tilted slightly upwards, lips puckered, and you laugh. By now, it feels like this pose is her signature pose, and every time, you happily oblige. This time is no different: you give her a quick peck on the lips, thank her and tell her you love her, and then disappear back into your bedroom.

As your relationship with Seulgi deepened, Irene began a new one. Apparently, Jenny, someone who share classes with you and Irene, confessed to her out of the blue, and for whatever reason, Irene accepted. You say that because, despite spending more time with Seulgi now that the two of you are a couple, you still spend a good amount of time with Irene, sharing so many classes together and all, and have never really noticed Irene and Jenny talking to each other.

“I told you.”

“What?”

You grin at Seulgi. “Irene did have a crush on you. She can’t have had a crush on me if she doesn’t like men, right?”

“But the fact that she’s going out with Jenny now means that it wasn’t me that she liked, but her, right?”

“Maybe, but it at least means that it wasn’t me that she liked.”

“Hm…”

“…what?”

Seulgi takes a second to answer you. “I don’t know. Something seems weird though. Don’t you think so, too?”

“Well, a little? I guess I didn’t really think Irene knew Jenny that well, but…”

“Doesn’t it seem like … I don’t know, rushed?”

You came to the exact same conclusion, but it wasn’t your place to make such determinations. If Irene wanted to accept Jenny’s confession, then that was that. “Why do you say that?”

“I mean … don’t tell her I said this, ok?” You nod. “I want to be happy for Irene, but she didn’t seem that excited. You know? Like, she almost seemed more excited when I told her that we started dating.” Now that you think back to it, that did seem the case.

“But then, why would she accept the confession?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t know.”

It’s been one thing that you noticed, that the two of you candidly talk about Irene a lot. Initially, you tried to tiptoe around talking about her too much, but in the end, Seulgi never seemed to show any jealousy or any such adverse reaction to talking about another women to her boyfriend. It is her best friend, you reason to yourself, so maybe it’s not that bad to talk about Irene, specifically? After all, you don’t really talk about other women that frequently, and especially on the topic of romance.

“Well, we just have to trust that Irene knows what she’s doing.”

The two of you closely tracked Irene’s relationship with Jenny, but as it went on, even you felt like it was a bit too one-sided. Being that Irene was still the best friend of Seulgi and yourself, the two of you would still ask her to hang out every now and then, and whenever you did, Irene never seemed too reluctant to give up time with her girlfriend over spending time with the two of you. The best you could do was watch from the sidelines and hope things were going well with them. As their relationship progressed, so too did your relationship with Seulgi.

“You really bought this, huh?”

Seulgi laughed. “I know right? It was sooo embarrassing, and I was wearing a mask and everything. And what’s worse, when I got to the cash register, I dropped them both on the ground and spent almost an entire minute trying to pick them back up, and when I was trying to get my credit card out of my wallet, it wouldn’t come out, so the clerk was just staring at me for maybe a full minute or two, just watching me fumbling and silently judging me.”

Classic, cute, clumsy Seulgi. “You could’ve told me to buy it.”

“No! It was my suggestion, so it should be me who buys it, right?”

You look at the bottle of lube and butt plug Seulgi handed you a few minutes ago, in equal parts giddiness and bashfulness. “I guess…” This time, the two of you are on your bed, having decided to give Seulgi’s a break, seeing as how the two of you used it and only it the first few months of the relationship. “But … right now?”

“Yeah! I mean, I won player of the game in my last match, don’t I deserve a reward?”

You laugh. “Is that why you were playing so hard?”

Seulgi turns red. Rather, even redder than she already is. “Well, that’s not the only reason!” You don’t reply, and sure enough, she continues, “I just … did have the thought that, if I did win player of the game, then you would agree to this.”

It goes without saying that Seulgi is incredibly athletic. Maybe it’s in part because she’s a volleyball player that her lower body is so well toned—albeit, she is a libero, so there isn’t much of a need to have jumping height—but Seulgi’s pussy always felt tight to you. Did regular strenuous activity have an impact on that? You aren’t sure, but what you have been sure about is that anal is out of the question, at least without some serious help.

So, this is why she got home so late, huh? You figured it was a post-game meeting that held her up, but it was actually that Seulgi visited a certain special store to pick up some special equipment.

“Are you really sure you want to do this?” Seulgi nods with all the eagerness of a golden retriever hearing the word ‘walk’. “Ok.”

“Yay! I love you so much!”

You sigh.

This is so ridiculous. Why is it that Seulgi is the one thanking you for agreeing to do anal? Logically, in all sane realities, it should be the other way around. It should be you begging Seulgi to do it, and only after months of convincing and setting up the perfect date involving a candle-lit dinner and a trip to the spa that she would finally relent.

“Ok.”

By the time you’ve gathered up your resolve, Seulgi is already without clothes, laying face-down on your bed with her knees tucked into her stomach and her legs spread, pointing her butt directly at you. “I’m ready, honey~”

At such a sexy sight, for a moment, the instructions Seulgi had you watch about applying the lube all but disappeared from your brain. Despite it being a few months already—actually, to be fair, it’s only been a few months, so you feel perfectly justified in having such a stupefied, dumbfounded reaction to Seulgi presenting her very shapely ass to you. Seeing it covered in their volleyball uniform is one thing, but seeing it in person—unblemished, tight skin, juicy, taking a few deep breaths is all you can do to stop yourself from taking a handful or slapping it to watch it jiggle in recoil.

“Ok, I’m starting.”

Applying a generous glob of the lubricant to your fingers, you set the bottle down on the nightstand, using one hand to part her butt cheeks while the fingers of the other rubs the cream-like substance around the rim of her backdoor. At the contact, you can hear Seulgi gasp, and you can also see the puckered hole reactively clenching, but as you apply the cool fluid against the hole, Seulgi manages to loosen it back up.

“Ok, I’m done with the first step,” you tell her, reaching for the butt plug and applying another generous glob onto it. You make sure it’s on the smallest size before asking again, “Ready for step two?”

“Mhm!”

Seulgi’s normally chipper voice is laced with the slightest bit of hesitation, and that in and of itself gives you pause. But, if you’ve learned anything about Seulgi in the time you’ve spent as her boyfriend and partner in bed, it’s that Seulgi is much, much sturdier than she looks. When you press the toy against her rear, Seulgi lets out another gasp, and you wait for her to relax before you ease it in.

“Mmm~”

The sexy, low moan that rumbles out of Seulgi’s throat stirs something deep inside you. You make sure you’re rotating it as it inches in, bit by bit, inside her butt. “Are you ok?”

“Mhm…” Seulgi’s response comes out as a wistful kind of low moan.

You continue to ease it in until all that’s left is the handle. “Ok, that’s everything. I’m going to proceed to step three, alright?”

“No wait!” Seulgi’s eyes open and she pushes herself off your bed, wincing a little as the sex toy shifts a little inside her. “I want to do it.”

A few seconds later, you’re left with only your shirt on, Seulgi with the bottle of lube in one hand while the other is gently stroking your erection, kneeling between your legs and face inches away from the thing she’s supposed to be lubing up. “Seulgi…?”

“Hm?” She looks up at you and sees that you’re looking at the bottle of lube she apparently forgot about. “Oh, right.” She deposits a healthy amount of the lubricant onto her hands and begins rubbing it along your shaft. You flinch, the cool, slippery substance sending shivers up your spine, and Seulgi, clearly amused at your reaction, is closely observing your reaction, grinning to herself while she applies it.

“Stop laughing.”

“I’m not laughing!”

“You’re smiling.”

“No, I’m not!”

“I can hear it in your voice, baby.”

It’s only now that Seulgi finally lets out a laugh. “I’m so sorry! But you look so cute, grimacing like that!”

You don’t know how anyone could perceive the face you were just making as ‘cute’—you certainly didn’t feel cute—but you’ve learned not to question Seulgi whenever she makes these types of comments. After all, she did fall in love with you.

After about a minute, Seulgi gets back up to a sitting position. “Ok, done!” She sets the bottle on the nightstand and turns around, presenting her ass with the handle of the sex toy sticking out of the puckered hole to you.

“Ok. Are you sure you’re ready?”

Seulgi turns her head to look at you, giggling. “Are you?”

“…I don’t know, to be honest.”

Seulgi laughs. “It’ll be no different than normal! I’ll make sure to let you know if I ever want you to stop, I promise. Ok?”

“Right.” Hearing that soothes your anxiety somewhat. Knowing Seulgi, you half believe that Seulgi is so insistent about this because she assumes you would want to do this with her, and you even more so believe that she would refrain from letting you know about any discomfort if she knows you’re enjoying yourself. In none of your time together has Seulgi ever voiced any discomfort or anything of the sort, but maybe you can credit that to you being overly cautious. Admittedly, the majority of your concern regarding this is losing yourself so much that you don’t even notice Seulgi’s cries for you to stop until it’s too late, and amongst everything else you’ve tried, this has the greatest potential for harm. “But, really, even if you feel even slightly—”

“Baby,” Seulgi turns around fully this time, soothingly placing a hand on your arm, “I’ll be ok. I promise.”

You nod. “Right. Ok. I’m ready.”

Seulgi gives you a quick kiss in gratitude before turning back around, bending over for ease of access. “I’m also ready.” Your fingers wrap around the handle, and slowly, you pull it out of her backdoor. You can feel Seulgi shudder against your hands as you do so, her moans coming out louder and more clearly this time, and when you finally finish extracting the butt plug, Seulgi lets out a throaty sigh that borders on a moan.

You take a second to admire just how much work the phallus has done in stretching out the hole, then plant your butt on the mattress and guide her onto your lap. This time, when your dick prods at her entrance, Seulgi lets out a whimper. “Seulgi?”

“Yes, please, put it in.”

You take a quick second to steel yourself before pushing past the tight ring of her anus and sinking your length into her lubricated hole.

“Shit, holy fuck, Seulgi.”

This time, you don’t think Seulgi can even hear you say the curse word even as she throws her head back onto your shoulder. The deeper your cock dives into her, the deeper her gasps grow, gasping which gradually transforms into panting. More than the tight pressure of her sphincter muscles is applying to your cock, hearing her gasping so much in sheer elation, feeling her leaning so far back against your chest, feeling her silky hair rubbing against your nape as Seulgi’s body is wracked with the fullness of your cock filling a hole that was never meant to be filled in such a manner is turning you on even more.

“Yes, keep going baby, more.”

You take a second upon fully hilting her to give her tiny hole a second’s reprieve to stretch and accommodate your dick before pulling your hips back and slamming the entirety of your length back inside her. Seulgi’s entire body shakes, its reverberations transferring onto your lap, and when you thrust back into her again, the gasps quickly turn into whimpers.

“Fuck!”

Less often than you using the word, even less often does Seulgi use the word. And hearing her say it in such an emphatic manner turns the dial of arousal from eleven all the way up to twenty.

“Oh, oh my god!” One hand on her waist to push her up and down your shaft while the other wraps around her lap to stabilize her from the front, you use every ounce of strength in your core to push yourself deep into her asshole. “Yes! Baby, keep going! Oh my god, that feels so good!”

You can feel her feet dangling off the edge of the bed, curling and pressing against your shins, her entire body rocking with the force of your every thrust.

“Hmm, you’re so sexy, Seulgi.”

You grumble the word, pressing your lips against her throat, and Seulgi lets out a groan of her own, pressing her cheek against the crown of your head. Her hands curl up against the bedsheets, each thrust causing her sopping wet cunt to leak out more and more of her nectar.

“Ah, I’m—I’m, oh my god, I’m—…I can’t, I’m can’t, oh my god, I’m going to—nng, fuck!”

Your parents have never been particularly strict about using such language, but you try to refrain whenever you can. There are times when it just comes out naturally, mostly from frustration or in pain. However, around Seulgi, there’s something about her that makes you even more aware of the word. It’s like she has some kind of calming effect on you, or rather, more like her very presence makes you more self-conscious about just about everything. Obscene topics, talking bad about people, curse words, everything.

You’re also the type of guy who likes it when your girlfriend tries not to swear, as you do. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

But with Seulgi, everything’s different. Around her, you feel like you’re being forced to be the best version of yourself you can be—and that very effect, the cause of that effect, is Seulgi herself, who is probably just about the best, kindest, most humble and caring and loving human being on the planet. So that’s why, when you hear her swear for the second time in the span of a few seconds, the fingers that were just playing at her sputtering folds dove in without a second’s hesitation.

You can feel Seulgi’s entire body react to sudden intrusion of your two digits into her other hole. Seulgi, mind completely overrun with pleasure, is unable to do anything but chant your name in between moans and gasps. Her body shifts in tandem with the pounding motion of your cock, and your fingers take barely a minute to find her G-spot and rubbing that. And, when that happens, it takes only a few seconds before Seulgi barely chokes out a warning scream before she erupts, exploding past your hand and squirting all over the opposite wall.

“Let all out, baby.” You can feel her shuddering even more as you whisper the words into her ear. “Let it all out.” It’s a pretty breath-taking sight: it’s almost like her entire body is being wracked with pleasure all at once, as opposed to what ordinarily looks like a wave of ecstasy that rolls through her body. As you continue to let her ride out her orgasm, you watch in a lustful kind of awe as Seulgi’s body shudders like you’ve never seen it before. The tightness of her anus contracts, her vaginal walls tightly grip the now three digits that are buried inside her heat, and every convulsion lets out another wave of ejaculate. It takes a few seconds for the intensity of her squirting to stop hitting the wall, and about another minute for her to come all the way down off that high. When she does, against the better judgement of the quickly tightening knot in your lower region, you slow down to a halt. “Need a breather?”

Seulgi nods wearily, panting heavily against your shoulder. Maybe about half a minute later, she speaks up. “Do you want to cum inside here this time?”

You chuckle at that. “Can I?”

She nods. “I want to feel it, too. I want to feel you filling this hole up too.”

You take that as permission to resume, justified in the groan that tumbles out of Seulgi’s lips when you draw your hips back and slam your length back inside her anus. It takes barely a minute to find your rhythm again, except this time, your other hand is on her breasts, cupping the pliable flesh in your palms, letting your fingers sink deeply into the plush texture of the fatty tissue. Every time her body bounces against your lap, they bounce in your hand, and every time you squeeze those hardened teats, Seulgi lets out another whimper.

“Seulgi, I’m so close.”

“Mmm~”

You can feel her nodding in the form of her crown rubbing against your cheek. Every squeeze of her anus exerts on your cock, now also being lubricated by the cum that’s flowing down from her pussy and onto your shaft, brings you one step closer to the precipice.

“Go on baby,” Seulgi whispers, her back arching into your hand as it progressively roughens the squeezing it’s doing on her boobs, “I want to feel it all.”

“Mmm, god, Seulgi, I’m cumming—”

A few more pumps and you explode, spilling waves and waves of baby batter into the hole that’s incapable of making babies.

“Hooh my god, so warm!”

Each thrust inside her asshole is met with equal vigor, the damp sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin joining the cacophony of lewd sounds echoing about the bedroom. Her anus squeezes and squeezes your convulsing cock, greedily taking in every ounce of seed it can take, and then some, leaking out of the tight connection. After you’re spent, you collapse onto the mattress, your softening member slipping out of Seulgi’s backdoor as she pushes herself off you and takes her place inside your arms.

“See? That was pretty amazing, right?”

“…yeah, it was.”

Seulgi giggles and pecks you on the cheek. “Thank you for agreeing to try it out. I know how stressed out you were about accidentally hurting me, but, I’ll have you know, I’m even ready for round two if you are.” You look over at her, who is simply shooting a cheeky grin at you. “I think my other hole is jealous it got to eat such a delicious, full meal.”

Similarly to ‘fuck’, there’s something about Seulgi’s dirty talk that also gets to you. While your refractory period is still active, those words alone, you feel, pushed that fatigue back a couple of minutes, at least. The fact that Seulgi is blushing furiously at having said such lewd words adds to the appeal, too.

“Oh, is it?”

“Yeah. You should do something about it.”

You swing yourself atop her and straddle the svelte woman, looking down at her bright, eager expression. “Maybe I should.”

The very next day, although Seulgi found herself a little sore, she didn’t even hesitate when Irene asked to come the two of you to come over to her place, seemingly with important news.

“Irene?” As soon as the door opened, Irene tackled Seulgi with a hug. Seulgi, a bit startled, wrapped her arms around Irene anyway, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to her. You, watching, couldn’t help but swoon a little at the sight. “What’s wrong?”

“I … broke up with Jenny.”

“Oh no! What? Why? What happened?”

Irene removed her face from Seulgi’s shoulder to look at her. “It was me who broke up with her.”

“Did something happen?”

Irene sighed, turning her eyes at you and offering a smile. You smile back, just as confused as your significant other.

“Um … well, sort of.” Irene steps out of Seulgi’s embrace. “Let’s talk in the living room.”

After the three of you are seated, Seulgi sitting next to Irene on the couch, holding her best friend’s hand and gently caressing it with her thumb, you seated opposite them. In that moment, a brief, random though appears in your head, a flash of inspiration from the scene before you: your girlfriend and your best friend, her best friend, look good together.

You shake your head. What are you thinking?

“I realized that I was just using Jenny. And when I realized that, I couldn’t do it anymore.” The apartment takes upon a somber atmosphere, a nearly palpable one. “I realized I was just … trying to run away.” Seulgi nods empathetically, continuing to gently rub Irene’s hand. “I … oh my gosh, I don’t know if I can say this.”

“Take your time, Irene. If you don’t want to share, you don’t have to.”

Those soothing words from you seem to be what gives her the courage to continue. “When I helped convince Seulgi to confess to you,” Irene glances at you for a spit second before her eyes go back onto the ground, “I just wanted to be a good friend. And I knew how much Seulgi loved you. But, the entire time, it just … I couldn’t … oh, my god…”

Tears started falling down her face, and Seulgi’s lips pulled into a frown. She looked on the verge of tears herself, reaching up and lightly dabbing the droplets away with her sleeve.

“…I felt like a horrible person. I just wanted to escape from it all. I thought I just had to create some distance, so when Jenny confessed to me, a terrible thought formed in my head: maybe, if I became Jenny’s girlfriend, I could get over all those horrible thoughts. But I never did, and every day, it just became apparent that I wasn’t being fair to Jenny. Because, in the end, I thought it was just Seulgi that I’m in love with, but it turns out, I’m also in love with you.”

Irene’s gaze lands on you. For a brief few seconds, silence. Then, you and Seulgi exchange glances, and, inexplicably, break out into smiles.

“Looks like I was right.”

“Looks like I was also right.”

Irene blinked. “…What?”

You’ve spent just over a year bonding with Seulgi, being her friend, then close friend, then boyfriend. It’s said that a couple eventually grow to become like each other over time. You can’t fathom ever becoming the type of person Seulgi is, and you can’t fathom Seulgi ever not being the benevolent person she is, but in that one moment, for the first time, you and her brain connected.

“Well, if it’s both of us that you love…”

“…then, why don’t you become both of our girlfriends?”

COP OUT ENDING, I KNOW, I'M SORRY 😭

BUT, ON THE OTHER HAND...

Part 3...? 👀👀

P.S. I did almost no editing/revising of this, so if you spotted any errors (probably have more than one verb tense errors, and perhaps a pronoun error, as I write in third person for other stuff), please let me know! :D

[authorhjk1]

Hi. Isn't this dress by SNSD Tiffany so gorgeous and sexy?

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Mommy Tiffany

Black Lace

(SNSD's Tiffany X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1236 words

Short stroy from the Idol Village universe (After episode 3)

Tiffany is bent over the back of her cream-colored sofa, that sheer black lace dress hiked up around her waist. The intricate floral patterns stretch across her perfect ass as you thrust into her from behind.

This is already the second round of sex for you today. Tiffany texted you earlier when you were still in class and you went straight to her house after school, knowing Yeji was still tied up with afterschool activities. Right now, you two are roleplaying again with Tiffany pretending to be your friend’s hot mom who just came home from some party and found you waiting for her son. Now, your left hand holds the camera with which you’re recording, as your other hand holds her waist, while you pound into her from behind.

Her long black hair spills down her back as a few strands stick to her flushed neck. The dress’s deep V-neck is pulled aside, one of her breasts spilling out, nipple hard against the cool air. Every hard snap of your hips makes her moan. The sound mixes with the wet slap of skin on skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

You groan, gripping her hips tighter, fingers digging into the delicate lace. Tiffany pushes back against you, rolling her ass in perfect rhythm, her pussy clenching around your cock like velvet heat.

“Yes-right there, baby…harder. I need it harder.”

You oblige, slamming into her deeper. The couch creaks under the force of your thrusts.

Your free hand on her waist slides up her back, tangling in her hair and tugging gently so her head tilts back. The motion arches her spine, pushing her ass higher. You put down the camera, knowing the other one on the tripod is still filming from the side, and reach around with your other hand, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles. Tiffany’s legs tremble in her heels, the same ones that she teasingly placed on your thigh earlier before you started the roleplaying. The lace dress clings to her sweaty skin, turning almost transparent in places where it’s damp. She looks sinful. Like a slutty mom who’s been thoroughly ruined the second she got home.

You pull out suddenly, making her whine at the loss. Before she can protest, you spin her around and lift her onto the wide arm of the sofa. Tiffany spreads her legs immediately, the long skirt of the dress falling open like dark petals. You step between her thighs and sink back inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and welcoming she feels. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a messy kiss. Her tongue slides against yours. You fuck her like that. Deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside her while your hands roam her body. You squeeze her breasts through the sheer lace, pinching her nipples until she moans into your mouth.

“God, I’ve wanted this since I saw your working out with my son last week.”

She whispers against your lips, nipping at your bottom one, just loud enough for the camera to catch.

“Watching you stare at me when I walk past… knowing you’d bend me over if you had the chance.”

You thrust harder into her pussy. The wet sounds echo through the living room. Tiffany’s head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. You lean down and suck a mark just below her jaw, something she’ll have to cover tomorrow. She doesn’t care. She loves being marked by you in the moment. You wonder what Yeji would think if she saw it.

Tiffany’s nails rake down your arms as her moans climb higher. You can feel her getting close, her pussy stuttering and squeezing around you rhythmically. You angle your hips to hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Your pelvis grinds against her clit.

“Cum for me, Ms. Hwang. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock.”

You’ve noticed before how Tiffany gets off on you calling her Ms. Hwang during sex.

Now, she shatters with a sharp cry, body arching as her orgasm crashes through her. Her walls pulse tightly around your cock, milking you and soaking your length. You keep fucking her through it, slower now, savoring every twitch and shudder until she slumps down fully, breathing hard.

You pull out, your cock glistening with her juices. Tiffany looks at it with hungry eyes, licking her lips.

“On your knees.”

You tell her. Tiffany’s eyes sparkle with lust. You still have to get used to ordering someone around who’s your mom’s age, but you’re getting better at it.

Tiffany slides off the sofa arm gracefully, even in those tall heels, and sinks to the floor in front of you. She looks up at you with those doe eyes, lips parted, long lashes fluttering. Her makeup is slightly smudged - mascara faint under her eyes, lipstick faded - but she’s never looked more beautiful. She wraps both hands around your slick cock and starts stroking slowly. She leans in and runs her tongue along the underside, tasting herself on your dick. A soft, satisfied hum vibrates against your skin. She takes you into her mouth, sucking eagerly, hollowing her cheeks as she bobs her head. You thread your fingers through her silky black hair, guiding her rhythm. Your other hand has picked up the camera again to make sure you capture your POV. She takes you deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose presses against your stomach. The wet heat and tight suction make your thighs tense. She pulls back with a gasp, then dives down again, working you with practiced skill.

You watch her the entire time through the camera. The way her breasts bounce slightly with the rhythm of her working your cock, the way the lace clings to her body, the way she looks up at you like she loves this more than anything.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

Tiffany pulls off just enough to speak, her hand still pumping you fast.

“Cum on my face. I want it all over me.”

She opens her mouth wide, tongue out, stroking you with both hands in perfect rhythm. The sight of her on her knees in that ruined designer dress, looking up at you so eagerly, pushes you over the edge.

You groan loudly as the first thick rope of cum lands across her pretty face, streaking from her cheek to her lips. More follows, splashing across her nose, her forehead, dripping down onto her chin and her breasts still framed by the deep V of the lace dress. Tiffany keeps her mouth open, catching some on her tongue, moaning softly as you paint her.

When you finally finish, she looks up at you with a satisfied, filthy smile. Her face is covered in your cum, some of it dripping down her jaw and onto the expensive black lace. She slowly drags a finger through the mess on her cheek, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.

“Mmm…Tastes even better than I thought it would.”

She leans forward and gently licks the last drops from your sensitive cock, cleaning you thoroughly with soft, loving strokes of her tongue. Only then does she sit back on her heels, looking up at you with cum-streaked cheeks and a radiant, mischievous smile.

Tiffany runs her tongue across her lower lip, collecting more of you.

“Do you want to join me in the shower until my son comes home?”

“Yeah.”

You reach down and stroke her hair, admiring the beautiful mess you’ve made of Yeji’s mom. Then you end the recording.

[kesujo]

any update on The Pet of Kim Taeyeon?

right now, working on a few things - haven't updated 'Soiling Mr. Innocent' in a while, so I'm working on that as well as a Yeji one-shot. Unfortunately, seems like The Pet of Kim Taeyeon is a bit lower on the priority :'c

tbh I don't really have a plan as to what the next chapter will be. Probably going back to the previous sorta cadence of introducing new characters with new Traits and whatnot, but not sure yet

BUT IF SOMEONE CAN GIVE ME SOME INTERESTING CONCEPTS, THEN MAYBE...?

[kesujo]

Bro did you see that Seulgi pic from Bali? The one from her magazine photoshoot those abs killed me fr

yeaaah, I saw those 😵‍💫

[kesujo]

who do you think has the most body count among snsd?

honestly, I don't even know how to begin thinking about this LMAOO

Apologies in advance for this slightly crude topic - even though I literally write smut, I can still understand if this kind of a topic sorta discomforts you.

If you were to ask me, I would say that probably the highest body count in all of SNSD is like, 5? But if you were to say that I'm delusional and that number is much higher, I would understand where you're coming from.

Bottom line is, I have no clue what idol life is like, what their private life is like, etc. None of them seem to be particularly guy-crazy women, and a lot of them are probably pretty busy and whatnot. I don't know who has the most body count, but I can tell you who I don't think it is: Definitely not Seohyun. Taeyeon and Hyoyeon are probably out as well, because they seem to be too introverted, although this may be a fundamental misunderstanding on my part. Tiffany, being an actively practicing Christian, I doubt has much recreational sex, so her body count is probably pretty low.

So I guess my answer is ... any of the remaining members? On one hand, I feel like, because Sunny mentioned her desire to stay single for the rest of her life, that maybe she's not into recreational sex, but maybe that also means she's into ONLY recreational sex?

Yeah, that's the best I got, sorry :'c

[kesujo]

Yejers teaser

posted on fanprose :3

TITLE TBD

I will be posting across all three platforms that I use, but as for teasers and whatnot, those will be posted more on fanprose. Another reason to go over there :D

[kesujo]

New fanfic platform! :0

A community for fan fiction stories

There's also this whole photocard feature that you can play around with, and THERE'S INLINE COMMENTS AND STUFF!!

I've also posted a few stories on there that will be fanprose exclusive, although it's not anything that big. Otherwise, I don't plan on having much fanprose-exclusive content :D

[kesujo]

I think what anon meant by double header simply meant getting head from both Irene and Seulgi lol besides that with Irene’s cb coming soon will you cook something up unless you can use that to fuel your motivation to release part 3 ahead of time (crosses fingers this happens) 😂😂

AAAH ok I see

I don't think p3 will be coming out for quite a while tbh 😭

right now, working on next chappie of 'Soiling Mr. Innocent' :D

[jeneveuxrein]

mine (AESPA Karina)

word count: 16.9K

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“Um, well, I don’t know how to say this. I might as well just come out with it. We slept together, and it was good. Actually, it was great. The best I’ve ever had. I know you’d be ecstatic, since in your words, it was always a long time coming. And get this, he’s in love with me too? I don’t know if I believe him because of how he told me time and time again that he was in love with you.

“Something you always knew, but chalked it up to confusion on his end. He seemed genuine, like he meant it, which scared me. So…” Karina trails off, staring out the window as the buildings pass by, “I did what I do best. I ran away. I left. With a note, saying it was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened. I know, I know. You’d be shaking your head, calling me an idiot, but I can’t change what I did. 

“I miss you, Minjeong. I do, I really fucking do. I don’t know how to handle this without you. I have Yeji and Aeri and Ryujin, but they aren’t you. I don’t  know what to do. Miss you. Love you always.” 

Karina’s voice cracks, ending the voicemail before she could fully break down. She didn’t want to cry, but the tears kept from falling. She has no one to blame but herself. 

It could’ve all been easy. She has loved you for as long as she could remember. It seemed too good to be true that you loved her too. 

The car door suddenly opens, the driver giving a polite smile, “Miss Yu, we’ve arrived at the airport.” 

Karina forces a smile, grabbing her things and thanking the man as she steps out. She was too wrapped in her thoughts. She didn’t even notice she was already at her destination. 

Her phone vibrates in her hand. Your name pops up on the screen. You must have finally woken up and read the note. She ignores the call, but within a minute, it goes off again. She has half the mind to pick up, to apologize for leaving abruptly, to explain she’s scared, but she won’t. Her ego can’t handle your reaction, even if her heart screams to hear your voice. 

You call a third time. Karina waits until she sees the missed calls on her screen. She holds her breath for another one but there isn’t. Her finger hovers over your name, ultimately deciding not to call back. 

It’s what Karina expected. She leaves a mess. You deal with it. 

She can’t bring herself to face you right now. 

She doesn’t know if she ever will. 

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On the other side of Seoul, there’s a whirlwind of things happening. How frantic you are trying to get a hold of her. How you resort to calling Yeji asking for her flight information—which the woman asks what the hell is going on once she gives it to you, but there is no time to explain. How you rush out of the apartment and pray that traffic is minimal. 

But much to your luck, there’s an accident as soon as you get on the highway. 

You give up. 

There’s no way you could make it. You decide, then and there, that you’ll call Karina later when she lands. It’ll be a few hours, so it’ll give you time to figure things out and wonder why the hell she left.

Unfortunately, hours later, Karina doesn’t pick up the calls, from you or Yeji—even though your gut says that Yeji knows something, but won’t tell. She doesn’t respond to your texts either. You don’t want to be crazy, but you need answers as to why she left.

“Give her some time…” Yeji says carefully, watching you pace across your living room. Ryujin’s there too, but she’s eating the leftover snacks from last night. She hasn’t said much. “It’s a delicate situation.” 

“I told her I was in love with her. We had sex. She leaves before I wake up to a note saying it’s a mistake.” You cross your arms over your chest. “How much fucking time does she need? It seemed pretty straightforward last night.”

“Well,” Ryujin says, wiping her fingers on a napkin, “You’ve told her for years you were in love with Minjeong. How can anyone be sure that you actually are in love with her and it wasn’t your mutual grief over Minjeong?” 

“I know what I’m feeling.” You huff, eyes narrowing at the two women on your couch. 

“And you have to also understand she might not believe you so easily,” Ryujin argues, eyes rolling at your stubbornness. “As unnie said, give her time.”

You want to press the issue, but there’s a knock on your door. You rush to answer, hopeful that by some chance it’s Karina. It’s Aeri. “Oh hey,” You greet flatly, stepping aside. “Why are you here…?” You didn’t invite her, but that was the least of your problems.

“Yeji told me to come over,” Aeri shrugs, kicking off her shoes. “I’d say finally, but that seems pointless since Karina’s not here.”

“Whatever,” You pout like a petulant child as you follow her back to the living room. “Ryujin’s telling me to give her time.”

“And you should,” Aeri nods as she hugs Yeji then Ryujin, settling in between them. The latter offers her some of the snacks. “She’ll come around.”

“When?” These women were testing your patience. They know Karina personally. Not that you didn’t, but navigating this seemed out of your realm. You’re close to them, but the trio didn’t have the same effect as Minjeong, who would know exactly what to say and what to do.

“However long you’re willing to wait,” Aeri says simply, popping a jelly into her mouth. “She’s probably confused. Hell, I am too. As much as I’d love the play by play, which, by the way, if Minjeong were still here, she’d owe me the most premium Wagyu from Japan, I'm just happy whatever weird-completely-obvious tension you two have had finally broke.”

“And if I don’t wait?” 

“Then Karina’s an idiot,” Yeji says bluntly, shaking her head. “We’ve been telling her for years to say something, and when something finally happens, she runs away. She always self-sabotages, but I never thought she would do that with you.” 

Your head hurts and you sit on the ground, sprawling out on the hardwood. This should’ve been simple, easy, because there was no other way for it to be. You love Karina and she loves you. 

Is that not enough?

You wanted it to be, but the effort had to be reciprocated. You were willing to do whatever it took. You were defeated, beaten down, heart on the verge of breaking again.

Just a thousand times worse. 

-- --

It’s been four months. 

You haven’t seen nor spoken to Karina since that night. 

It wasn’t without trying. You called for a month straight, day and night. You texted sporadically through all hours of the day, hoping for a response. 

Yet, nothing. 

It affected you to the point where it bled into other parts of your life.

Your work suffered. Your boss told you to take a couple weeks off to figure things out (nothing was solved, much to his dismay when you returned). You were able to leave the issue at the door and increased your productivity because the way you saw it, it was something to keep your mind off her for at least eight hours of the day. Sometimes a little more depending on how you felt. 

Your friends were concerned. They tried getting you out of the house, inviting you to dinner or happy hour. They even set you up on blind dates, going as far to suggest sleeping with these women to get over Karina. That made things worse because that wasn’t what you wanted. They gave up with that avenue, letting you ride out whatever you were feeling. They still checked on you to make sure you didn’t go off the deep end. 

You were close a couple times, but what actually pushed you over the proverbial edge was when Yeji accidentally slipped that Karina called her one night, asking to get dinner since she was in town. The regret evident on her face was that she was not supposed to say anything. 

Apparently, Karina speaks to Yeji and Ryujin and Aeri and literally everyone else. 

So you decided after that, you needed a break. You weren’t giving up, per say. Temporarily until your ego, which was nonexistent at this point, recovered. 

Ironically, fate has a funny way of playing its hand.

You were standing in line for a cup of coffee when someone tapped your shoulder. You hadn’t been sleeping well, and the caffeine was the only thing keeping you sane and relatively functional. 

“What the fuck are—” You stopped mid-sentence when you turned around to see who it was. 

“Hi.” 

Jennie. 

You were met with a soft smile before the cashier called for the next customer. Jennie stepped around you, ordering her drink along with yours. Touched that she remembered your order, you couldn’t let her pay. When you reached for your wallet, she shook her head, silent saying this is on me. 

It was odd to be sitting across from your ex-girlfriend of two years, having a cup of coffee. Jennie acted as if you were old friends, updating you on her life since you broke up. You listened, but you weren’t exactly engaged. She could tell something was off, leading her to ask, “Are you okay?” 

“No.” You answered honestly because there was no point in lying. She would see right through you if you were. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jennie’s tone was gentle. The same one she used whenever something bothered you. She learned early on that anything else would lead the conversation nowhere, resulting in a petty argument. 

“I don’t think I should talk about it with you.” It came out harsh, but it was the truth. If you spoke to Jennie about Karina, she would have every reason to tell you that she was right, that she knew it, that she wasn’t ’delusional’ as you called her. 

It didn’t faze her. She remained unbothered, sipping her coffee idly before asking, “Is it about Karina?” 

Your jaw must have dropped because how did she know?

“We have a lot more friends in common than you’d think.” Jennie went on to explain that her friend, Lisa, heard from Jihyo that Karina was avoiding Seoul like the plague. She didn’t prod, listening as her friends conversed about the woman in question when your name was brought up. “It was mostly speculation on their end. They don’t know the actual reason. Jihyo mentioned you and it somewhat clicked, which later Nayeon and her big mouth confirmed. And, the expression on your face confirms it even more.” 

“Look, Jen—” She raised her hand, effectively stopping you from a long winded defense.

“I’m not going to say anything about what was said in the past. I won’t sit here and say I was right because what’s that going to do? You look like a wreck and just need someone that’s not involved.” 

You hated to admit that Jennie was right. Your friends were great in supporting you. The issue was that they were Karina’s friends too, putting them in an awkward position. They spoke to her regularly. She acted as if you didn’t exist.

“Thank you,” You gave a bashful smile, which she giggled. “It’s been hard since Minjeong died. I have Yeji and a couple other friends who know our history in-depth, but they’re her friend more.” 

“No yeah,” Jennie nodded reassuringly, “Girls tend to side with each other, but the one thing I always admired was how close you are to your friends. Maybe a little too close for comfort.” She teased, giggling when you rolled your eyes. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry that she left.” 

You smiled sadly, throat tightening that you still hadn’t been able to talk things out. “It’s fine. I’ve just been drowning myself in work and occasionally going out with the guys. They’re trying their best to get me to move on, but I’m not exactly in the right state of mind for that.” 

“Makes sense,” Jennie pursed her lips, checking her watch before standing up. “Oh shit, I’m going to be late. I’d love to stay, but Alison will kill me.” You could tell she meant it. She walked to your side of the table, bending forward for a brief kiss on the cheek. “If you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out, you have my number!” She rushed out, quickly bidding her goodbye. 

You couldn’t help the smile forming on your face as you watched Jennie walk out. You didn’t know if you’d take her up on the offer, but it comforted you nonetheless. 

That was how Jennie came back into your life. 

More as a friend than anything. It took some time getting used to since you knew her as a ‘girlfriend’ and you had to hold yourself back from the chemistry you had. It slipped at times where you’d reach out to carry her things or fix a stray hair on her face. She didn’t stop you as she’d do the same—straightening the collar on your dress shirts or holding onto you when you rode the train.  

You hadn’t thought about your romantic relationship with Jennie at any point. She seemed not to either. Things happened naturally with no awkwardness, even when her friends teased her. She would ignore those remarks, dismissing them while you sat there, blushing. 

Jennie took your mind off Karina while also easing the pain of the loss of Minjeong. You had a lot to thank her for. 

It wasn’t until after Jennie’s birthday, a couple weeks before Valentine’s Day, that she asked if you wanted to spend the holiday together. 

“Isn’t that supposed to be, I don’t know, for couples?” You asked, dipping the mandu into soy sauce as Jennie rolled her eyes. 

“It can be, but why can’t two friends spend it together? You’re not dating anyone as far as I know,” You nodded because you weren’t. You didn’t have the emotional capacity to date. “And I’m not with anyone. All of my girl friends have boyfriends so I’d rather not spend it alone.”

“So I’m your last option?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I never said that,” Jennie scoffed, shaking her head. “It doesn’t have to be a whole ordeal. We could make dinner or something. We already do that anyway. What difference does it make?” 

You agreed, offering your place since Jennie’s house was in the process of being remodeled. You found her reasoning logical and practical. The day didn’t matter. It wasn’t like you had plans or someone to spend it with. 

“For the record,” You smirked, “I won’t be putting out that night. Don’t get your hopes up.”

The dinner napkin was thrown in your face followed by a huff that had you chuckling. 

-- --  

You’re human. 

You’re still attracted to Jennie. 

That doesn’t just disappear.

-- --     

You take out the ingredients Jennie brought as she’s in the living room, messing with your stereo system to ‘set the mood’. There’s a couple premium meats along with side dishes and a bottle of wine. Your eyes narrow as you realize you’ll be the one mostly cooking, which is fine except there’s something different about tonight you can’t quite place. 

Maybe a part of it has to do with Jennie showing up to your apartment in a black form-fitting strapless dress with an oversized leather jacket draped over her shoulders. You, on the other hand, opened the door wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweats. 

“Uh? We’re not going anywhere right?” Your eyes took in her outfit, self-conscious about your own clothing. 

“No,” Jennie chuckled, shaking her head. “Can I just not look nice? And yah,” She slapped you lightly on the arm as she stepped inside, “Where’d your manners go? A girl gets dressed up and you don’t compliment her? I taught you better than this.”

Mumbling, “You look great,” as you avoided her gaze, taking the bags from her as she took off her heels. She huffed out a thanks before shrinking to her actual height. 

You shook whatever that was, calling it a fluke since you and Jennie were friends and this was not a date. You had established what this was—two friends making dinner together on Valentine’s Day. 

Jennie queues up a slow song, one you have never heard, before joining you in the kitchen. “What can I help with?” She asks as she flicks her hair up in a loose bun. A few didn’t make it, but it perfectly framed her face. 

It distracts you with the passing thought of pretty as you clear your throat. “Just pour us a glass of wine. I’ll cook for us.”

“It’s supposed to be both of us cooking,” Jennie glares, accepting the wine bottle when you hand it to her. 

“You hate cooking steaks.”

“I’ve learned!” 

“I don’t want mine well done,” You roll your eyes, walking around the kitchen island and pulling out the chair. “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog,” Jennie huffs, but sits anyway. 

“Good girl,” You say off-handedly as you search for the bottle opener. However, you miss the way Jennie tenses at the two simple words. “You okay?” You notice her body stiffened.

“Yeah,” Jennie nods, giving you a small smile before fidgeting with the wine bottle. 

You fall into an easy conversation as you get a few more things out, handing Jennie the wine opener. She tells you about the projects she’s been working on. She mentions an upcoming photoshoot with Prada or YSL or something. The fashion brands always went over your head. The key piece of information is that whatever brand it is, is one she’s not signed with. 

“So why?” You ask as you season the meat.

“No idea. It’s technically against the contracts with my brands, but Alison said it’s okay.” Jennie shrugs, taking a sip of wine. “It’s in Gangnam, so it’s one of the rare times I’m in Seoul for these.”

“Cool,” Is all you can really add to the conversation. It’s not that you didn’t care, but like Karina, Jennie’s job kept her out of the country often. She spent a lot of her free time with you, and if you worked from home, she’d be lounging around until you were finished. “That’ll be fun. Hand me the cast iron?” You point to the cabinet behind her. 

Jennie nearly drops the cast iron on her foot, shrieking as the heavy metal hits the floor. You stop what you’re doing and make your way to her side. You easily lift her onto the marble counter, chuckling softly as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. 

“Why is that thing so heavy?!” Jennie mumbles, her breath tickling your skin. You ignore the shiver down your spine, hands trailing down until they’re flat on the counter. 

“Are you okay?” You ask teasingly as you naturally slot yourself in between her legs. Her dress slightly hikes up, and you bend at the hips, creating some space. 

“Yeah,” Jennie huffs adorably, tightening her arms around your neck, negating your previous action. “I don’t get why you can’t use a non-stick pan. They’re much lighter.”

You laugh, shaking your head at her absurd comment. “Just sit here and look pretty while I cook.” 

“I can be useful!” Jennie scoffs, pinching your side. It causes you to pull away because being this close to her in a compromising position might give her—and your body—the wrong idea. 

Jennie ends up being useful. Well, if you count putting the side dishes onto plates. Other than that, she hovers, poking you on random spots and keeping you well distracted as the steak sizzles on the cast iron. You even teach her how to baste. She freaks out because the cast iron is still ‘too heavy’, which you improvise by holding it for her. 

“Thanks for cooking.” Jennie beams, a gummy smile forming as her eyes turn into crescents. 

Dinner proceeds as usual. You discuss other things going in between bites and sips. There’s a few insults thrown around, but it’s typical. It’s easy falling into a rhythm like this with Jennie, like all the other days you’ve spent with her these past few months. 

You feed off each other’s energy. Slight digs that turn into compliments. Compliments that tow the line of flirty banter. Flirty banter that has the potential for endless innuendos. 

A line you cannot cross, even though Jennie doesn’t make it easy. 

“What did you want to do now?” Jennie asks. The slight tilt of her head has you on guard. You’re familiar with that look.

“What did you have in mind?” There’s a hidden gleam in her eyes. You play along. She knows what she wants to do. You didn’t care because you enjoyed her company. 

“There’s this new cooking reality show that Rosie’s been talking to me about, so…” Jennie trails off, waiting for your reaction. You roll your eyes, nodding as she claps excitedly. She thought she’d have to convince you more. 

You stand, gathering your empty dish. Jennie mirrors your movements, reaching for yours that you shake her off. “You cook. I wash the dishes. It’s only fair,” Jennie pouts with an outreached hand. Reluctantly, you hand over the plate, not wanting to argue. She tells you to set up the show while she cleans.

You check your messages as you wait on the couch for Jennie to finish. It doesn’t take much longer and she appears in your line of sight. You catch the slight wince as she stretches. 

“You alright?” You lock your phone to no new messages from Karina. 

“Just sore. The flight from Paris was a little rough,” Jennie explains, hand rubbing her neck as she rolls her head side to side. 

“Do you want me to give you a massage?” You offer, sitting straight. Her face lights up, nodding enthusiastically as she walks over to you. 

“Where do you want me?” 

Spreading your legs a little wider than shoulder width, you point in between, “Sit on the floor.” Jennie follows instructions without complaint, plopping her body against the couch while resting her arms casually over your thighs. You hand her a blanket to cover herself, not trusting your gaze from drifting to her legs. She’s still wearing a dress. 

You stop yourself from thinking about other times Jennie was in between your legs. Different circumstances, of course. This is a completely non-sexual act and you’re doing this because you don’t want her to feel tense. The moment you touch her body, you realize how tense she is. You tell her so, earning a light slap before she melts into your touch, sighing contentedly as you slowly knead out the muscles. 

You hit play at some point. Both your eyes are focused on the screen as the show plays. Neither of you are talking much except for you asking is the pressure okay? or Jennie saying this feels so nice. 

“God, I forgot how good you are with your hands,” Jennie sighs dreamily, the knots slowly unraveling as you continue massaging the area. 

Without thinking, and you really should have a filter, you say,  “Don’t remember using them much here, but if you say so.” Her body stiffens in your hands, prompting you to stop what you were doing. “Oh uh, shit. Sorry.”

Jennie’s head tilts backwards, eyes peering at you. She raises an eyebrow, curious at the statement. “Oh?” The slight tilt in her voice spells trouble with a capital T. “Jog my memory then.”

“Jen,” You give her a pointed look, hopefully conveying that there’s a line neither of you can afford to cross. 

“I meant it in a useful way, like you cook and you have a pretty strong grip by the way you held the cast iron earlier. I seem to have forgotten where else you’ve used them on me.” 

“Jennie, what the hell are you doing?” You cut to the chase. There’s something on her mind and it’s clearly transferring over to you. 

Jennie shrugs, lifting her head back to neutral, as her gaze falls back to the television. “I’ve been thinking,” She starts, eyes still straight ahead, “Maybe we should help each other out.” 

What?

“In what way?” Your hands resume their motions, kneading with the right amount of pressure that her body relaxes once again. 

“In a fun way,” Jennie chuckles softly, scratching her nose. “I know we dated not too long ago and what we have right now is great…” She trails off, head tilting slightly, “But I don’t have the patience for anything serious right now.” 

Maybe it was the bit of wine you had with dinner. It should be glaringly obvious what Jennie’s implying, but your mind can’t process it. 

“I also know that it wouldn’t work out long term,” Jennie continues when you don’t respond. “Karina will come back into your life sooner or later, so why not capitalize on it until then?” 

The name snaps you out of any confusion. “How could you say that?” You say flatly, suddenly annoyed with Jennie for bringing her into this. “She hasn’t returned any of my calls or messages. I’m starting to lose what little hope I have that she will.” 

“Call it a woman’s intuition,” Jennie says casually. You aren’t a woman, so you don’t have any idea what she’s referring to. “She’s dealing with a lot, but I’m sure she’ll come around.” She scoots forward, leaving space between her and the couch, which drops your hands from her shoulders. Patting the area with her hand, “Sit.” 

You follow her directions obediently, mind still reeling with what she said. You slide down the couch, settling your body behind hers as your legs spread wider. It gives Jennie the chance to lay her back against your chest, hands automatically resting above her hips. 

“I, for one, know that if we were to do this,” Jennie sinks further into your chest, pressing her butt against your crotch, “It would have an expiration date.”

“When?” You ask, distracted by the way her body shifts against yours. It’s subtle, but Jennie is quite versed on what turns you on. 

“Whenever Karina makes up her mind,” Jennie’s voice drops an octave, turning her head slightly to kiss the bottom of your jaw. Her lips ghost over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s her loss until then.” 

You don’t want to admit Jennie has a point, a very tempting point. The aftermath of Karina left you a mess and Jennie has been an amazing support. You can’t rationalize doing anything that could leave one of you hurt. 

“I don’t know if this would be a good idea,” You say slowly, watching as Jennie’s hands cover yours, dragging one over her thigh.

“We won’t know until it happens, right?” She brushes your fingertips along the hem of her dress, slipping them underneath the fabric. “It would be,” She breathes out as your hand goes up more, “We had fun together, didn’t we?” Vivid memories with the woman laying against you flash through your mind. 

There were some wild ones. Jennie’s breath hitches when she swipes your finger against her, and you feel just how wet she is through her underwear. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.” 

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t. 

Of course you have.

There are days where Jennie’s dressed to the nines, coming straight from a photoshoot to have dinner. There are other days where Jennie’s dressed down in baggy sweats and an oversized sweater. She never has a bad day in your eyes. She’s pretty, gorgeous, fuckable and it’s not like you haven’t had your way with her before. 

So yes, you’ve thought about it. 

You try not to, but she makes it hard. Makes you hard. 

“Nothing will change?” You reign in some control, placing the pads of your fingers on the elastic, rubbing the spots as her body struggles against you. 

“The only thing that’ll change—oh,” Jennie moans softly when you apply the slightest bit of pressure, “Is you’ll be seeing me naked a lot more.” 

You couldn’t argue with that.

– 

It’s almost comedic how the night unfolds. 

One moment you’re watching a reality show with Jennie, giving her a massage.

The next you’re laying Jennie on the couch, legs spread as you swipe your tongue through her folds. Her hips roll against your face as her hands fist your hair tightly, chasing whatever you’ll give her. 

“God, your mouth,” Jennie groans, hands gripping harder. You moan against her slick, the slight pain adding more pleasure as you continue moving your tongue over and around and through her. “Oh right there,” She inhales sharply when your nose brushes against her clit. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” You say a little recklessly, a little drunk on the taste of Jennie on your tongue. “You’re so fucking hot.” You raise your chin just enough for your tongue to press on her clit, and she screams the moment you flick rapidly back and forth on the bundle of nerves. 

“I’m going to cum,” Jennie chants, hands letting go as her back arches up, pushing your face deeper into her. “Please, please let me.” You pull away, smirking at the exasperated sigh Jennie lets out. Her eyes snap to you, glaring like daggers as you know she was close. “What the fuck?”

“Ask me again,” You simply respond, peering up at her through your eyelashes. “Ask me properly.” 

“Can I cum?” Jennie whines, rolling her hips up to get your mouth back on her pussy. “Please. I’ve been so good.” 

“Do you deserve to come?” You blow gently over her clit, her body shivering. 

“Yes,” Jennie moans, rolling backwards once you taste her again. In a shaky breath, she lets out ever so softly, “Daddy.”

There she goes. 

“Say it again,” You start to move, jaw pressing against her as you stick your tongue in between her folds. 

It’s nothing new between you and Jennie. It’s a dynamic you both fit into very well. She may come across as in charge, commanding any room she walks into, and she does. You’ve had the luxury of knowing that she’s anything but. It took a few months into your relationship to learn, but she enjoys submitting herself to someone, drowning in the pleasure. 

“Daddy, please I’ve been good!” Jennie squeals when you briefly suck on her clit. “Please. I want to cum. I’ll do whatever you want.” 

“Whatever?” You raise an eyebrow as your lips nip at her clit, her body jolting from the stimulation. 

“Yes, yes, oh god,” Jennie pants as her gaze bores into you, nodding aggressively as she tries to hold it in. She’s holding on to whatever little strength she has left. 

And she gushes the moment you slip a finger inside her, screaming your name and daddy through the apartment. 

You growl as her body spasms, grounding her pussy against your face. You’re drowning in her, but you don’t care. Her warmth tightens around your finger, sucking you in deeper. 

“I—fuck, you’re doing so well baby,” You praise gently, flicking your tongue over her clit without stopping. “So fucking well.”

Jennie wails, hand shooting to your hair as her thighs squeeze. You can barely breathe, but you push through, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. 

It could’ve been minutes or hours, but Jennie’s body goes slack into the couch, knees falling open like a book. You catch your breath, sweetly kissing her inner thigh, before sitting up straight, slowly pulling your finger out. Her body trembles, too overstimulated with pleasure that she lets out a soft gasp. 

“Daddy,” Jennie whines in a cute voice. You chuckle as the wetness drips down your face. You rise up and her eyes widen at the tent formed in your sweats. “I almost forgot how big you are. Almost.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “Well, let me remind you, yeah?” You lift her pliant body with minimal effort, carrying her until you sit where she was. Keeping Jennie on your lap, she squirms before melting into the embrace. “Let’s see how long you can last.” The sharp inhale and the squeeze on your forearms has you thinking of all the things you want to do with her. 

Whether it’s all tonight or not, it doesn’t matter. 

There’s still that promise of later. 

-- 

You watch the contestants prepare the food, mouth slightly salivating because it’s a natural reaction. Your view is partially obstructed, but it isn’t the worst thing. 

You were always taller than Jennie anyways. 

Said woman is still on your lap sans the dress she walked in with and the lingerie she precariously chose to wear underneath. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she had expensive taste—and she does—and the thing is, you do know her. She had every intention to show you it. Spending one of the ‘most romantic’ days together as friends was a load of bullshit because she had to have been planning this from the moment the words left her mouth.

“Ca-can I move?” You hear Jennie stutter the question out, shifting your attention from the screen. Your fingers ghost over her skin, starting from the base of her spine all the way to her neck. Her body shivers, leaning into your touch. “Please.” She moans softly, breath shallow as you rest your chin on her shoulder. 

Jennie is lasting a lot longer than you expected. The thing is, you’ve been nestled in her pussy for the duration of this episode. She’s essentially been keeping your cock warm, thanks to your bright idea.

“No,” You say simply, lightly rolling your hips up that Jennie pants at the movement. 

“But… but,” Her head lulls backwards, exposing her neck. “I’ve been good.” She trembles, eyes shutting as your hand slips down her abdomen. 

Your finger grazes her clit, eliciting a small jolt that has Jennie’s hand shooting to your thigh, gripping tightly. It matches how her inner walls squeeze your cock, squirming for more friction, more anything than you were not doing. 

You tend to use condoms because you’re responsible and having a mini version of you is not what you want right now. That tendency has some exceptions, especially if it’s someone you’re dating, or in this case—dated. 

Jennie hated them, especially since you were already together for months and she swore up and down that it was safe. It took some convincing. You relented. 

“Has there been anyone since?” You ask out of the blue, a thought striking you based on a technicality. You weren’t dating Jennie right now, which makes you irresponsible for being inside her like this. Any woman between then and now, you used a condom. When she doesn’t immediately reply, you repeat the question, teeth grazing the space between her ear and neck. She shivers, and you can’t help the smirk forming.

“No,” Jennie forces out, shaking her head, “I’ve been way too busy.” 

You click your tongue, adjusting your position, effectively taking Jennie with you that she moans. “Just say you missed me.” 

“Not that fucker,” Breath heavy followed by a forced sigh, “I was getting busier when we’re dating and there was something else holding us back—more like someone.” 

You snap your hips up, jolting her body forward as she lets out a throaty moan. “Fuck you.” 

“I want you to,” Jennie says, a little delirious, a little fucked out, as her elbows harshly land on the coffee table. Arching her back, her head turns as her eyes lock onto yours, “So fuck me.”

You do. 

Letting whatever restraint you had left go, you fuck her hard and fast. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her body onto your cock. She isn’t making sense, incoherent words falling from her lips. It sounds like she’s thanking you, or praising you, which only spurs you on more. 

Your orgasm approaches faster than you’re expecting. It probably didn’t help that you had her wrapped around your length for an extended period. It felt fucking good though. 

You were too caught up on the pleasure you were experiencing that Jennie’s orgasm comes faster. Her walls clamp along your cock, breaking your rhythm that her body shoots upright. You fall back against the couch cushion, watching as she fucks herself on top of you. Her ass smacks against your pelvis, doing everything she can to get you deeper. 

“God, fuck, I’m cumming daddy,” Jennie wails, head tilting backwards. 

“Good girl,” You groan as her pussy rhythmically pulses. 

Your eyes roll back the moment Jennie snaps her hips down, impaling herself on your cock. You couldn’t help it, but you blew your load. You don’t have time to pull out, and you’re in no position to, as you paint her walls. Her body arches into a perfect bow before she lets out the hottest moan as she feels thick ropes fill her. 

Jennie can’t stop her body from trembling and your mind blanks out. The sensation overwhelms your body that you almost can’t discern reality and whatever she’s doing to you. 

You don’t know how long it goes on, but you’re along for the ride. You appreciate the effort women put when they’re on top, and you’re just someone reaping the benefits.

Jennie’s breathing slows, her body slumping as she comes down from the high. Your own body regulates itself back to normal as a wave of exhaustion washes over you. 

You lazily reach your hand out, lightly tracing over the dip of Jennie’s back. Her body shivers at your touch, causing you to grin. “Well, happy Valentine’s Day.” 

“I thought you weren’t putting out,” Jennie says, chuckling as you roll your eyes. 

“I’m easily persuaded if someone intentionally seduces me.” 

“Unintentionally,” Jennie corrects you, a shy smile forming on her face. “I wore what I thought looked nice and you did the rest.”

You have no response because she’s right. You wouldn’t admit that to her or you wouldn’t hear the end of it. A sense of dread crosses your mind, remembering what she said before your little tryst. “Did you mean it?” You ask suddenly. 

“Mean what?” Jennie asks, softly letting out a moan as her body shifts. Your cock is still buried in her, and you wince slightly. “Oh sorry, let me—” Your hand gently stops her from moving. 

“You’re fine. It feels comforting,” You say honestly, adding, “It’s hot too.” 

Jennie shakes her head all too well. She knew from the first time (and every time after that) you fucked her raw that you loved staying inside a little longer. She deemed it one of your kinks. “Mean what?” Jennie repeats, tilting her head curiously. 

“That this isn’t anything serious.” 

Jennie nods, certainty furrowing her eyebrows, “Yeah. Karina will come around and we’ll go back to being friends who don’t have sex anymore.” 

You have an inkling that she had something planned. By the way she spoke, she knew something you didn’t. It would be a matter of time before you found out. 

-- --  

You yawn, scratching your eyes as the world goes back into focus. There’s a lot going on around you, and you’re a bystander in all of it. You literally have no purpose being here. You were promised a free meal at a restaurant that had no reservations available for a year after, so you weren’t complaining. 

The only complaint you have was Jennie rudely waking you up and telling you to dress up because she had a photoshoot to go to. She was hellbent on taking you with her, that you relented the moment she said Alison would kill you if she was late. 

(Jennie’s manager is great, but for someone tinier than her boss, she sure knew how to instill fear. Said tiny boss tries to be intimidating, but you can’t take her seriously.)

You questioned why you had to accompany her. She’s done multiple shoots when you were dating and not once had she forced you. Even with your little arrangement, she’s had a few projects here and there, which you wouldn’t see her for a day or so, but she seemed adamant today. 

“Hey,” Jennie’s voice has your head turning in her direction. “I need to tell you something.”

You walk over to where she is. You don’t know what else she has to say. She talked your ear off in the car. It annoyed you at best. At worst? You would’ve loved nothing more for Alison to yell at you for breathing. 

The past month and a half has been easier. You’ve hardly thought about Karina since Jennie was the perfect distraction. You might’ve been sleeping together here and there, but you genuinely enjoyed the time you spent together. It reminded you a lot of your friendship with Minjeong. The comfort. The security. 

Granted, you never slept with Minjeong, so that was a big difference. You digress.  

“What’s up?” You ask, standing in front of her. 

“I don’t think we should sleep together anymore.” The sentence comes out without warning. “For two reasons. One I can tell you, and the other one, you’ll have to wait.” 

You’re not surprised. Jennie’s been a little off the past few days as you think about it. Distant wouldn’t describe it, but you had a feeling she was seeing someone. 

“Who is he?” You smile as her face relaxes, relief flooding her features that you’re not upset. You always knew this would end at some point. The timing of it is strange since she dragged you to be with her. 

“She is someone that I’m not telling you yet.” Jennie says in a sassy tone. “You may or may not know her, and that’s all I’m giving.”

You hold your hands up in surrender, knowing that Jennie will tell you when she’s ready. You briefly wonder who, but she starts speaking again. 

“And the other thing is, don’t hate me.” 

You’re about to ask why when a voice you haven’t heard in months says your name behind you. A chill goes down your spine. You don’t want to turn around, but every nerve in your body is firing to face her. 

Your eyes narrow at Jennie, unbothered by your glare. “I told you I had a photoshoot with Prada.” She gently places her hands on your shoulder, glancing past you to make sure the woman in question hasn’t left. “Just… trust me.” 

You put two and two together, realizing Jennie had this planned from the start. You should’ve paid more attention to what she was saying at the time because she blatantly told you. It slipped your mind that Karina had a brand deal with Prada. 

Fate forced its hand again, and you weren’t prepared. 

Your expression softens while your body still tenses. You give a small nod before putting on a brave face, turning to see the woman who left you a mess. 

And the air leaves your lungs the second your eyes lock. 

Karina is still beautiful. You’d like to believe that’s not changing anytime soon. She hasn’t gotten ready yet based on her bare face and outfit choice—which, she’s wearing one of your hoodies that you hadn’t seen in years.  

“Hi.” Karina’s tone is soft, careful, with the slightest trace of uncertainty that has you reeling. 

“Hi.” You muster with as much composure as you find within yourself. You reflexively reach for Jennie’s hand, taking her palm in yours. “Nice seeing you. She has to finish getting ready, so we’ll see you around.” 

You don’t give her time to respond, pulling Jennie away. She huffs, but doesn’t say anything until you make it down the hallway. 

“What was that?” Jennie tears her hand from yours, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why are you being such a dick?” 

“You know,” You draw out, leaning against the wall when a staff member walks by, “A heads up would’ve been nice.” 

“You wouldn’t have come if I told you.” 

True, but to be blindsided like this throws everything off. All the progress you made not thinking about Karina these past few months came rushing back. You weren’t over her by any means, but you were trying your best to cope. 

“That’s not the point,” You say sharply. With your patience running thin, you can’t regulate your emotions well. 

“You wanted to see her, I gave you the opportunity.” Jennie states simply. “Regardless of how, she’s here and you’re here. So,” She shrugs without adding anymore. 

Jennie leaves as people continue passing you as if you didn’t exist. 

You almost wished you didn’t. 

-- 

The photoshoot went well. There were little to no issues, except for the minor wardrobe malfunction of Jennie’s dress. You observed how Jennie and Karina interacted. They were professional. The former kept things light, trying to engage with the latter in between takes, but you could tell from where Alison kept you that a lot was going through Karina’s mind. 

(You might not have seen her for a few months, but you could still read her.) 

An elbow digs into your side, prompting you to look away from Karina and turn your attention to Alison. You raise an eyebrow, wondering where the aggression came from. “She’s pretty, a bit out of your league if you ask me.”

“I didn’t,” You mutter, averting your gaze back to where the staff are staging the women from the next concept.

Alison isn’t fazed by your remark. “Jennie really loves you. Maybe not in the romantic way anymore, but she does want you to be happy. She’s not used to being second to anyone, so it was a shock when I found out you were seeing each other again.” You remain quiet, letting her speak as her boss says something that Karina cracks a smile. “I don’t know the extent of what’s going on between you and her,” She tilts her head in Karina's direction, “But it must be complicated for Jennie to get involved.”

You nod, unsure of what to say. You were never Alison’s favorite person. She made it clear the first time you met that if you hurt Jennie, she would make your life hell. You did your best, but things inevitably end.

(Thankfully she never followed through on her threat.)

Alison gets called over, saying nice talk before she walks away. You don’t see how since you said less than five words, but you’ll take it. When you look up, Karina’s eyes widen, gaze averting to the director. You couldn’t pinpoint if she was staring at you, and maybe it’s the lighting, but her cheeks look a little red. 

Jennie’s in your line of sight, smiling cheekily as you frown. “What? You don’t think I look pretty?” 

You roll your eyes, “You know I do.” 

“You probably think Karina looks prettier, which I’d agree with if it wasn’t for the fact that she wants to rip my head off.” Your eyes widen as Jennie chuckles at your expression. “She didn’t exactly say that, but it’s obvious.” Stepping closer, she slides her finger through your jeans belt loop, “Should we see how far we can push her?” 

“Jennie,” You deadpan. “I’m also trying to live.” The suggestion sounds fun, entertaining, to fuel some battle you know you’ll end up losing. Jennie tugs in the slightest, pressing her body against yours. “What’re you—”

The forced sound of someone clearing their throat goes off behind you. You flinch away from Jennie, ignoring the quiet giggle she lets out, to turn around to Karina. 

If looks could kill, you’d already be dead.

“We have one more scene to shoot,” Karina says flatly, arms crossing over her chest. “Since we’re waiting to set up, I came over to invite you and Jennie to the after party. My team’s hosting and it’s sort of my birthday party too.”

Karina’s birthday isn’t something you’d forget. It’s a few days early, but there’s probably a reason for it. 

“Oh really? We’d love to go!” Jennie answers for you before you can. You shoot her a pointed look because you were promised dinner. “Am I allowed to bring another person?” You don’t hide your annoyance, scoffing at her question. 

“Yeah that’s fine,” Karina shrugs, “I’ll have my manager give yours the info.” She spares you a glance. “Aeri and the others will be there.” You sense a trace of guilt in her voice. You haven't spoken to them much, Yeji more than anyone. It hurt to know they spoke with Karina regularly, but they wouldn’t tell you anything. You respected their loyalty, but they saw the pain you were in. When you don’t respond, she adds sympathetically, “They’d want to see you.” 

Jennie pinches your side when your lack thereof response draws out longer. “Sure, sounds fun.” You try to sound casual, but you’re not. Your nerves spike at the idea of this situation. 

The director’s assistant approaches where you were, informing both women that they’re ready. Karina forces a smile while Jennie sticks out her tongue as she follows. 

This wasn’t how you expected to spend your day. 

-- 

“Yah!” Lisa whines, slapping your arm harder than she probably intended. Your drink almost spills out of your hand. “Why are you still sitting next to us? Go talk to your friends!” 

Lisa, or Lalisa Manoban, happens to be Jennie’s new love interest. You knew of her through friends, but you had never met her. She’s polite, funny, charming, and you could see why your ex-girlfriend was serious about her. You didn’t need to give a ‘shovel talk’ because she easily disarmed you with how genuine she seemed. Her intentions with Jennie were pure and that’s all you could want.

“I already said hello,” You place the glass on the table, wiping your hand on your pants. “There isn’t much else to say.”

“Lisa wants you to leave,” Jennie cuts from the other side of said woman. “She won’t outright say it, but I will.” 

A sheepish smile forms on Lisa’s face, avoiding your gaze as Jennie leans forward, “These are your friends for your best friend. Spend time with them. I know you’ve been avoiding them like the plague.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You huff, crossing your arms. “They have their own lives.”

“Yeah and you’d show me every time they’d text you to hang out,” Jennie retorts, shaking her head. “Now go. I want to spend time with Lisa alone without you hovering.”

“Fine,” You relent as you stand, adding petulantly, “I know when I’m not wanted.”

Jennie dismisses you with a hand wave, which irks you, but it’s not the best time to make a scene. You finish your drink, nodding to the bartender that you’re done, as you psych yourself up. As Jennie said, your friends who did nothing wrong. They just got caught in the crossfire between you and Karina. 

When you arrived, the party was in full swing. It took a moment to weave through the crowd as Jennie and Lisa seemed to know everyone. You saw Karina before she saw you, and of course, Yeji and Aeri were by her side. You didn’t see Ryujin right away. She had a tendency to wander off. Jennie practically dragged you over, greeting Karina politely while introducing herself and Lisa to your friends. You gave a half-assed wave with a mumbled hey. Aeri tried to make a joke, but it fell flat, effectively giving you an excuse to get a drink (or four) at the bar. 

You ignored Jennie calling out to you, figuring once you had a couple drinks in, you’d be more receptive to conversation. 

You’ve had four drinks already by the time you make your way to Karina and the girls sitting at their table. Ryujin’s there, and she sees you first, excitedly waving as she stands to greet you. 

“Oppa!” Ryujin smiles as she nearly throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck that makes you lose your footing. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while!” You could tell she’s drunk. She usually wasn’t affectionate with you, so her sudden gesture garners a few raised eyebrows from the table occupants. You try not to look at Karina. 

“Been busy,” You answer once Ryujin pulls away, but she doesn’t immediately let go. She makes a face as if she doesn’t believe you, but she doesn’t press for more information. “How’s it going?” You ask the three women seated. 

“Hey,” Yeji greets, scooting into Aeri to make more room on the bench. Karina’s seated in the chair, sipping her drink. “Come sit. We were just catching up.” She pats the space next to her. 

You glance at Karina before accepting the offer, watching as her shoulders slightly tense, hand gripping the wine class slightly tighter. “Is this okay?” The question is directed at her. She nods, forcing an awkward smile as you slide in, which leaves you right next to Karina. 

“Unnie was telling us about her trips these past few months,” Ryujin blurts out, earning her a slap on the arm from Aeri. 

“Ryujin,” Aeri hisses, glaring at the youngest. 

“Ow, what was that for?” Ryujin rubs the spot Aeri hit, “She was!”

“It’s fine,” You say with an easy smile. You’re trying not to let it affect you. “Don’t stop on my behalf. Tell us about it,” You say earnestly, hoping it doesn’t sound too forced or too sarcastic. As much as Karina leaving hurt, you want to know how things have been. 

You still care about her. 

Karina hesitates, but she picks up where she left off. She talks about how she was in New York for a fashion show and Paris for another. She keeps it brief, without going into too much detail, but you’d remark it’s for your expense. She generally shares more. 

“Were there any cute boys, unnie?” Ryujin asks. Aeri swats the back of her head. “Why do you keep hitting me?” She glares. 

“You’re being ridiculous right now,” Aeri’s eyes paint a warning. 

“It’s an honest question?” Ryujin’s eyebrows furrow. “She was overseas for months. You’re telling me she found no one was attractive?” 

“Ryujin, bar now,” Yeji says sharply. It seems to sober Ryujin up. She quickly gets up without looking back. Aeri and Yeji follow in her wake, which leaves you at the table, alone, with Karina. 

You almost join them, but that would make things awkward. As if it wasn’t already awkward. 

Your eyes meet Karina’s, shyly averting her gaze away and bowing her head. There were so many things you wanted to say, but you’re speechless. It’s like how you forgot to talk to her.

Or maybe you’re scared to. 

“How are you?” Karina’s voice cuts through your thoughts. 

“Fine,” You answer automatically. You couldn’t tell her how broken you were and how you still haven’t picked up all the pieces. You didn’t have enough drinks for that confession. 

“You and Jennie…”

“Are friends.” You finish her sentence. You may not be drunk, but you are buzzed, so the words slip out without you realizing, “Though we had been sleeping together for the past couple months.” You’re too absorbed in staring at your drink that you miss the way Karina’s face falters. “She ended that part though. She’s focusing on Lisa.” You continue as if it’s not a big deal.  

“Oh,” Is all Karina says. 

You nod, glancing at the couple across the room. Jennie appears to be laughing as Lisa gestures animatedly. “We’re better off as friends anyways,” You say fondly, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

Karina hums in response as an uncomfortable silence settles between you. There’s a lot left unsaid, but it seemed neither of you wanted to broach the topics first. You absolutely didn’t want to, and if you did, it definitely shouldn’t be discussed with your friends around. 

“I’m going to go outside,” You say once Yeji appears behind her with Aeri and Ryujin in tow, drinks in hand. “I’ll be back.” 

You leave without waiting for a response as Aeri tilts her head curiously. Yeji looks concerned while Ryujin’s oblivious to the tension. 

When you get outside, the cool air of the spring night relaxes you. The nerves melt away as your hand slips into your pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. It’s a nasty habit, one you picked up again a month or so after Karina left. Jennie hated that you smoked, berating you on how you’re slowly killing yourself with every inhale, which was why you didn’t do it as often once she came back into your life. 

“You know…” An unfamiliar voice says as you pull out a stick. “That’s not good for you.” 

Your eyes narrow at the woman standing a few feet away. You don’t recognize her, but you feel like you know her, like you met her somewhere before. You couldn’t place where. She reminded you of a hamster, or hell, a shiba inu the more you looked at her. 

“And you’re exactly who to tell me something obvious?” Sarcasm drips from your voice and she laughs, the infectious kind that melts away your irritation. 

“Of course you don’t remember me,” The woman shakes her, smiling to herself. “I’m Sana, one of Mina’s best friends. We met years ago.” She’s right. You’ve met her before when she and another one of Mina’s friends, Momo, came to Seoul for a visit. It was brief. You didn’t hover too much, letting the friends spend their time together, but did join them for dinner on their last night. 

“What’re you doing here?” You ask curiously, tucking the cigarette back into its box. 

“Here for work, but one of my friends texted me about coming once I was done, and I figured why not,” Sana shrugs, taking a step forward. “Nayeon or Jihyo ring a bell?”

You nod, remembering earlier in the night when Lisa introduced you to them. It was a really small world, or you just forgot that Nayeon and Jihyo were Mina’s friends too. Though she didn’t spend as much time with them. “Well I’ll walk in with you.”

“Don’t you have something to do?” Sana teases, glancing at the contents in your hand. “I don’t mind. I was just giving you a hard time.” 

You sheepishly tuck them back into your pocket, “It’s fine, it’s probably for the best.” 

Sana rolls her eyes, giggling when you open the door. She’s prettier than you remembered, and there was something about her that you found charming. She seems like a natural born flirt, and it wouldn’t hurt to have a distraction tonight. 

You follow Sana in, staying close behind as she walks through the small crowd. Your eyes fall on your friend’s table and notice Jennie standing next to Karina with her arms crossed. There’s a devious glint in her eyes that spells trouble, and based on how you can see how tense Karina’s jaw is from across the room, you have to divert your attention. 

Reaching out for Sana’s wrist, she stops, “I have to take care of something. I’ll see you later?” She tilts her head, nodding as you let her go. You don’t know what Jennie’s saying, but you have a feeling it has to do with you. 

Just as you reach the table, Karina abruptly stands, arm winding backwards before a loud slap rings through your ears.

A few things happen at once. The sound causes a few people to stop their conversation and look over at the commotion. Yeji’s on her feet, trying to pull Karina away. Lisa’s eyes widen as she yanks Jennie backwards, all the while Jennie has a smile on her face. 

And you? 

You’re in between the two women before it could escalate any further. 

“Jimin, what the hell are you doing!?” You snap, shielding Jennie away from any more damage. 

“Stay out of it,” Karina says lowly, eyes fixated on the ground. 

“Absolutely not. You just hit her!” You slightly turn to Lisa examining Jennie’s face, who keeps pushing her away, as if the spot wasn’t red. “What did she possibly say that caused you to go do that?” 

“Tell him,” Jennie says from behind you, mockingly as she adds more fuel to a fire you’re desperately trying to put out. 

“Oh fuck off,” Karina retorts, winding her free arm back but you grab it before she can do it again. “Let fucking go of me.”

“No,” You say firmly, pulling her body flushed against yours. “We’re leaving.” 

“It’s my fucking party,” Karina seethes as she tries to get out of your hold. It’s futile because she may be above average height, you’re still taller and stronger. “I’m not going anywhere, and especially not with you.” 

“Don’t make this anymore embarrassing or I’ll literally carry your ass out of here,” You warn, patience close to snapping.

“You wouldn’t.” Karina rolls her eyes, knowing you long enough that you wouldn’t actually do that. 

Well, things are slightly different. You’re different now. You let go of her, which she huffs, but immediately yelps the moment your arms wrap around her legs, throwing her over your shoulders. She repeatedly hits your back, but it doesn’t faze you as you stalk toward the exit. 

Naturally it gains the attention of everyone you pass by, since you are taking the birthday girl away. She’s being difficult. None of your friends would dare to step in between. You’re the only one that could tame her in this state. 

You’re outside again, but this time with Karina using every curse word known to humans in Korean and English. 

“Why the fuck—”

You interject because Karina’s been going off on you longer than you anticipated, not wanting to attract more attention, “Are you done? Can you just tell me why you assaulted Jennie?” 

“Go fucking ask her.” Her attitude’s at an all-time high that this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere. 

“And I will,” You nod in agreement, which seems to irk her more. “But I want to hear it from you first.”

The pointed glare she gives you would historically have you bending at her will, but you’re tired and the effects of those drinks are catching up. You don’t have the energy, when it was all drained having to be in the same room as her. 

“You really want to know?” Karina asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“Humor me.” 

“Fine, but this wasn’t my fault. She did this to herself,” Karina shrugs before telling you exactly what set her off. 

It started a few minutes after you left that Jennie and Lisa came by their table. They were on their way out, wanting to know where you were, but Jennie being the perceptive person she was, picked up on the shift in the air as soon as the question left her mouth. 

You knew Jennie would get off on baiting Karina, and well, she took it. Hook. Line. Sinker.

Karina described it as calculated, the way Jennie looked at all of them on the table. Jennie would call it intuition, or just being a shit stirrer, that she asked, unprompted, if anyone at the table slept with you. You held yourself back from rolling your eyes because of course Jennie knew exactly who you slept with at that table. 

“Yeji stupidly raised her hand,” Karina explains, crossing her arms, “And then she looked at me as if it was public knowledge.” 

“Well…”

Karina hits your arm, “I’m not done talking, which yeah I figured you would’ve told her.” 

Jennie then asked if you did your thing with her. Karina didn’t know what the hell she meant by that, which pissed her off more when Jennie acted all coy, avoiding any explanation. When she demanded Jennie to say what she wanted, Jennie leaned forward, whispering so only she could hear, “Did he, you know, finish inside you? That’s like one thing to really sets him off.” 

Karina was speechless, mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. She was under the impression that you were vehemently against unprotected sex, but her face said it all, which gave Jennie room for her final move. 

“Oh well I guess he only does that with people he’s serious about.” 

Then you came back and that’s how you ended up here. 

“Karina—”

“It’s fine. Really.” It was not fine. She’s hurt. You had to be blind to not see it. “It gave me reassurance that I made the right choice, you know? That it was just a one-time thing between us.”

What?

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You snap, shaking your head in frustration. “How the fuck does that translate?” 

Karina’s shoulders sag, as if she’s tired too, as if she wanted this to pass so things would go back to normal. 

As if, like she said, it never happened. 

“Is it not obvious? Do I really have to explain further?” Karina challenges, stepping into your space. You catch a whiff of her perfume and it has your head spinning. 

“Jimin,” You gulp, watching her carefully as she seems closer than she was a second ago. You swear you could feel her breath against your lips as she looks up.  

“You fuck girls with a condom if it doesn’t mean anything,” Karina whispers. You barely hear anything shens saying because this whole situation is fucked. “I’m assuming what your fucking kink is, but I guess you only do that with girls your serious about. Jennie must’ve been one of them.” 

Her vulgarity pisses you off, but… it also turns you on. In your drunken haziness, the thought of that with her comes rushing forward. You’ve had that fantasy in your head since that night, and you were a fool for not taking her offer. 

You were serious about Karina, and you still are. All the feelings you’ve been bottling up since she left comes bursting out. 

“You don’t get to fucking say who I’m serious about.” Karina steps backward as you step forward, slightly cowering as you tower over her. “If you want me to be honest, I am fucking serious about you. I meant every word that night. Every. Single. One.” You say emphatically. 

“How could I believe you? You led me to believe that you were in love with Minjeong for years, and suddenly, you tell me you’re in love with me? Get fucking real.” She snaps back and everything she’s been feeling comes out too. “That’s fucking delusional on both our ends.” 

“Ask Yeji or Aeri or Ryujin how the fuck I’ve been since you left. They saw how much of a mess I was, more than Minjeong dying—”

You don’t see Karina’s hand wind back, but the sting on your cheek was enough for you to step backwards. 

You crossed a line. 

“Don’t fucking bring her into this,” Karina growls, eyes shimmering with unshed tears under the streetlight. “I don’t—” Your hands going up in defeat stops her. 

“I get it,” You say dejectedly. “You don’t believe me. It’s fine. I still meant what I said. You still are the only person I’ve lost my mind for, but I think I just have to let this go. Nothing I do or say will change your mind.” When Karina doesn’t say anything, your head nods in acceptance. A sad smile forms as you bow slightly, quietly announcing that this was it. She won’t give you a chance and you lost her before you even had her. “I’m sorry.” 

You turn your back on her, unable to stay any longer. As you start to walk away, you hear Karina call out your name, but you keep the distance growing. 

You don’t bother going back inside, deciding that you’ll call Jennie in the morning. You have some words for her on her tactics, but it showed you that Karina didn’t trust you. 

And that probably hurt the most. 

-- -- 

It isn’t until a couple days later that there’s a knock on your door. You finish sending your last email before walking over. It was probably Jennie and Lisa again so you don’t bother to put on a shirt. Things seemed to be going well with them. You’ve gained a new friend. 

When you open the door, your hand drops from the knob, surprised at who stood in your hallway. 

“What’re you doing here?” You ask without much thought. Your eyes rake over Karina’s appearance and the warning bells go off. She’s dressed simply with a brown crop top and a matching skirt. You hadn’t spoken to Karina since her birthday party, even though she’s called and messaged. 

“Can I come in?” You open the door wider, stepping aside as she walks through. You shouldn’t let her in, but you’re still powerless to say no. 

Once it’s shut, you make no move and neither does she, awkwardly standing in front of each other. You had nothing else to say, but Karina wouldn’t show up without a reason. 

“Yeji told me something,” Karina says softly, breaking the silence. You wait, unsure of what exactly was said. “She told me what happened the day after.” 

“Okay and?” Your voice is void of any emotion. You didn’t need to hear it again. You lived through it. 

“I just didn’t know. She told me that you left to chase after me, but didn’t make it.” Karina says quietly, the words laced with regret. 

“Again, and?” You repeat, wanting her to get to the point. You had some work to do, and as much as you’d love to rehash all of this again, you wanted a break. You’ve thrown yourself into keeping yourself busy, which wasn't a healthy way to cope, but it kept your mind off things.

“I’m sorry,” Karina sweeps a lock of hair behind her ear. “I… I handled everything wrong.” 

“If you talked to me instead of running away,” You say bitterly, shaking your head at the nerve she has, especially coming into your space. “Can you just leave, please?” 

“You’re seriously being an ass right now,” Karina rolls her eyes. 

In any other circumstance, Karina calling you an ass wouldn’t get to you, but in this case, it pisses you off. 

“You’re seriously acting like an entitled bitch, thinking you could waltz in here and everything would be fine and dandy,” You say out of spite. You haven’t been sleeping well since Karina’s party. You’re running on fumes. 

Karina’s gaze falters at your outburst, regret slowly paints her features. She grabs your wrist, tugging you to look at her, and you can’t avoid it. It’s hard for you when she’s dressed like this. She’s still hot. You’re not immune to her. 

As much as you act like you are.

Karina says your name softly, enough for your resolve to break. You shake your head, more at yourself than her, “Jimin, we should give each other space.” If anything she steps closer to you, pressing herself against you. Your body heats up at the contact, flinching as a soft hand places itself on your chest. 

Karina stands on her tiptoes, whispering in your ear as your hands steady her body, “Let me make it up to you.” A perfectly manicured finger lightly traces over your skin, settling on the waistband of your sweats. 

“Jimin.” It’s supposed to sound like a warning, that you shouldn’t be doing this, but it comes out weak, pathetic, because you’re powerless against her. You groan when she slowly drops to her knees. The point of view of Karina like that has your cock twitching, and she smirks. 

“Your body seems to want me to,” Karina’s voice sounds huskier. Her hand slips lower, palming your cock over the fabric. The pressure surprises you, eliciting a small squeal that has her grinning. “So,” Her other hand makes an appearance, tugging at the waistband, “Can I make it up to you?” 

You’re a pushover. You’ve always been one when it involves Karina. If she told you to jump out of a plane, you’d do it without a parachute. 

Though there’s something about the way that she looks at you that has you wanting to resist. Even if it’s only for a little. 

You shake your head, coming to the decision easily, as Karina’s expression falters. It’s ironic how she reacts when she doesn’t get your way if you’re involved. Minjeong and Yeji would tease her whenever you’d say no to whatever she asked. 

There was a time when the latest Shin-Chan movie was released and Karina wanted you to take her. In hindsight, it was an excuse to spend time together. You couldn’t go because you had already made plans with the boys for a day trip to the beach. She was aware of your plans, and you promised you’d watch it with her the following day. She never replied, only to find out she watched it with Minjeong. 

(She also didn’t talk to you for a whole day, which at that point felt like forever.)

You want to prove a point before she does. “Let me.”

-- 

Karina didn’t know what you meant by let me. She came over to apologize for everything, but with your attire, or lack thereof, was something she wasn’t prepared for. 

You didn’t say anything other than that, but you did, however, easily lift her. She squealed as her feet left the ground, but that didn’t stop you. She ends up flat on her back, laid out on your bed. 

“What—” The words get caught in her throat when she watches you drop to your knees, pulling her body to the edge with ease. There’s a dark look in your eyes she had never seen. Not even the first (and only) time you spent together. 

“If you want me to stop, tell me now,” Your hands roam her body freely, sliding underneath the shirt she carefully chose to wear. A shiver runs through her spine as one hand cups her breast, eliciting a quiet moan when you slowly, deliberately, massage the muscle. Your head drops the slightest as her legs spread without any preamble. “It doesn’t seem like you want me to,” You fucking smirk. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Karina sucks in a breath when you dip even further in between her legs, breath ghosting over her skin as you push up her skirt. You ever so softly press your lips against her thigh, smirking as her body trembles. “Either do something or–” The words get caught in her throat the moment you press your nose into the apex of her thighs, inhaling deeply that she moans. 

“You didn’t let me do this last time,” You mumble, but Karina hears you loud and clear as you kiss through her panties. 

“You’re a fucking tease,” Karina breathes out when a finger slips the fabric to the side, sliding along her folds. It’s embarrassing how wet she is, especially with how fast her body reacts.

“Maybe. Probably. If it’s you,” You say simply, as if what you’re doing was an everyday thing. Your other hand slips underneath, tugging her closer that she’s almost off the bed. “Am I supposed to fuck you like you’re my girlfriend?” 

Karina lets out a dark chuckle, rolling her eyes. She wants to say yes, but she has too much pride. She’s not willing to give because she won’t know when to stop. You have to work for something, even though it’s her fault to begin with. “It's a little presumptuous to call me your girlfriend.” 

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You came over to apologize.” Your movement’s controlled, slipping a loose finger under the waistband, dragging the cloth down her thighs over her feet until you toss it somewhere behind you. Mouth watering at the sight of her and her slick puts you in a trance. “And…,” The intensity of your stare leaves Karina vulnerable, shy at the desire from your eyes alone, “Be mine.” 

A shiver runs up Karina’s spine at the possessiveness, but the gasp comes when you bury your face in her cunt. The sensation throws her off, knocking her off whatever high horse she came on, as your tongue slips in between. She doesn’t know what to do, but one hand grips the bed, fisting the sheet, while the other shoots to your head, fingers threading locks. 

“Am I wrong?” Karina barely hears the question, distracted at the god’s work of your tongue. You pause, earning a frustrated groan from the woman. She sends you a death glare, but she falters underneath your hooded eyes. Head meekly shaking, you smile before getting back to the task at hand. 

Her stomach tenses as your tongue laps over her cunt, breath hot, while she’s embarrassed at how wet she is. She’d rather die than give you the satisfaction of knowing how well you please her. She lets go of your hair, resting her arm over her mouth, muffling miserably, that she swears you’re grinning. 

“Admit you want to be mine,” You murmur without stopping, tongue flicking lightly over her clit that her hips buck against your face. “You already know I’m yours.” 

Karina can’t stop grinding herself, digging you deeper into her that your nose brushes harshly over her clit once again. Your composure shakes, moaning into her heat, that it goes straight to her head. You were on a mission to make her lose her mind, and she’s about there. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Karina pants, body moving fluidly over your tongue, selfishly using you towards an orgasm. When you suddenly pull away, her neck snaps down, breathless, as the obvious mess on your face is because of her. “Stop teasing,” She forces out through gritted teeth. 

“Say it,” You taunt, raising an eyebrow. “Or I could leave—”

“Fuck you,” Karina grabs your hair roughly, succumbing to answer your stupid question that you stupidly know the answer to. “I’m yours.” 

“Was that so hard?” She wants nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off your face, but it all goes out the window when you’re back on her cunt, eating her out as if your life depended on it. At this point, Karina’s life was at your mercy. 

You give her no time to relax, all pressure settling at the pit of her stomach. Karina knows that if you keep going at it the way you are, she’ll make an even bigger mess. She’s too lost in the pleasure that she doesn’t notice your hand move from her hip until a finger slips inside. 

Karina couldn’t stop her orgasm as her back arches off the bed the moment she feels you hit that one spot inside her that has her screaming your name out into the room. She can’t control how her muscles tighten around your finger, hips grounding to get you deeper into her. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” You mutter as you drink in everything her body has to offer. Karina’s too fucked out, but moans when another finger joins, adding to the pressure inside her that she lets go of you to tear the sheets off the bed. 

Once Karina’s orgasm subsides, her body shivers as your tongue gently moves through her folds, cleaning up the mess you made in between her legs with such care and attention. It over-stimulates her, nerves firing all over her body, that she physically yanks you so you’re laying on top of her. You let out a surprised oof before carefully placing your arms around her head. She doesn’t give you anymore time to think as her lips meet yours in a heated kiss, moaning as she tastes herself on your lips. 

“You’re still wearing too much clothes,” Karina whines, mind singularly focused on getting you out of your sweats and into her. She feels you poking through the fabric, eagerly slipping a hand in between. “You’re, like, really hard.”

You lightly rut into her, groaning softly, that Karina smirks. She wants to return the favor. The last—only—time she was too eager to get you inside of her that she couldn’t. 

In a coordinated move, Karina musters up enough strength to switch positions. She’s on top, straddling your hips, trailing her lips down your neck. She smiles as goosebumps form, body shivering with each kiss. She wants to mark you, sucking lightly on the skin that you moan softly. It spurs her on, pressing deeper as your hands find her waist. 

“Jimin,” You pull her closer, but she moves swiftly, dropping to her knees as your legs spread to give room. “Fuck,” Head tilting back as you moan. “You’re kind of killing me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Karina chuckles darkly as she wraps her hand around your cock. You can’t help the pathetic gasp falling from your lips when she begins to move up and down. “If you want me to stop…” The sentence trails off, realizing that she’s using your words against you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. Your hand falls to the top of her head, nudging her down. She complies, a seductive grin forming before her tongue slips out, brushing over the tip. You nearly lose yourself when she does it again, moaning as your back hits the bed.

Karina isn’t any better, eyes filled with lust as she watches you fall apart. She doesn’t know what comes over, but she wants to make it happen. 

She will. 

She starts kissing you all over, from head to base, leaving no part untouched. It spurs her on when your breath hitches, hands fisting the sheets. She licks the underside back to the top, knowing all too well she’s making you lose your mind. 

“Baby,” You breathe out when Karina’s mouth wraps around the tip, the muscles in your neck tightening to watch her slowly take you in. “You’re so good.” 

That statement has Karina dripping more than she already has. She lets off for a moment, her lips coming off with a resounding pop, as her hand continues stroking. “Really? Am I a good girl?” The seductive tilt in her voice has your abdomen flexing, pushing your cock back to her face. 

“Yes,” You eagerly nod. Your hand reaches out, caressing her cheek. She leans into your touch, resting as you stare. “Show me how much of a good girl you are.”

In a bold move, Karina taps the tip of your cock against her lips—once, twice, thrice. The motion has you grunting followed by a gasp once her mouth engulfs your length. She bobs her head, taking more of you in with each downward movement. She gets off on your gaze, eyes peering through long lashes, filled with a desire she had never seen before. 

“Jimin,” You whimper, hand resting on top of her head. Your palm twitches, controlling the urge to force deeper down her throat. 

Karina’s dangerous to your sanity. This didn’t happen last time, and if it did, you would’ve chased her across the world. You can’t help your head from tilting back, fingers threading through her hair as you hit the back of her throat. A gasp falls from her lips, forcing her to recoil. 

“Relax, baby,” She says teasingly before she’s all over you again. It gives you no time to breathe as you feel her throat relax. 

The warmth of her mouth is too much, too soon that the moment she swallows, your orgasm catches you both by surprise. You tug at her roots, hips thrusting deeper into her and the worst—or best—part is she takes all of it with no resistance. Her head drops lower, pressing her nose against your pubic bone.

You unload everything into her, soul included, as her soft lips suck lightly. You might’ve thrusted too hard because Karina chokes, palms slapping your thighs. Once you let go, her throat relaxes around your cock quickly as the rest of you releases on her face. 

Karina’s eyes are closed, chest heaving the air, but it’s a sight you’ve never been in awe of until now. You wish your phone was nearby to take a picture because this is definitely something you’d want in your memory. Her face is a mess, a small bit of drool along her jaw, and the cum spread across her face awakens a more primal side of you. 

“How are you still hard?” Her voice snaps you out of the post-orgasmic fog. 

“Because you’re hot,” You say automatically, unashamed as she pushes herself up, standing. “Where are you going?” 

“As much as I enjoy doing the act, it’s not my favorite thing to have it on my face,” Karina shrugs, turning towards the bathroom. “I would rather have it somewhere else.” She winks as she walks away. 

You groan at the sight, still in a daze at what transpired between you two. It seemed like a warm-up, especially with the way she took you. Desire radiated off her. 

You were in for a long night. 

Karina appears next to the bed. You didn’t hear her footsteps, but your mind was imagining what was going to happen next. She has a small towel slung over her shoulder, shaking her head. “You seem lost.” 

“Just eager,” You murmur, arm reaching for her. She giggles as you tug her down, falling onto the bed. You pull her in closer, briefly kissing the top of her head. She swings a leg over yours, your thigh pressing right in between hers. “Seems like you are too.” 

Her lips press against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. You shift your leg, pressing deeper into her that she moans softly against your skin. “You know I want you,” She pants, grinding shamelessly against you. You feel how wet she is, groaning as you roll her on your back, slotting yourself in between her legs. 

Karina’s hand slips in between, wrapping gently around your cock. She taps the tip against her folds, her slick coating your length. She guides you in, slowly, carefully as her body adjusts to the intrusion. 

You aren’t fairing any better. It’s too much, her pussy wrapping around you—raw, bare, nothing separating you from her, her from you. “This is, fuck, too much,” You groan, hips driving forward. 

“You feel so good,” Karina moans, arms wrapping around your back, pulling you even further. You bend forward, hands falling onto the bed, framing her face. “You’re, like, everywhere.” 

Karina’s right. 

You can’t help yourself. Your lips crash into hers, swallowing the moan. It’s a frenzied kiss, breathing heavily against each other. Her body rolls, eager to take more of you in. You bite her lip hard when you sink deeper, her walls stretching around your cock. 

You’ve had your fair share of lovers. You know what it feels like. Sure, it’s different with each person. Some good. Some bad. Some definitely one for the books. 

But this with her is a feeling you’ve never had. 

You thought that the first time (and only time you think about constantly) was mind blowing, but this is limitless. 

There was no way sex had ever felt this good. 

You’re too lost in your thoughts, mind melting at the warm, tight pussy wrapped around your cock. Correction. Karina’s warm, tight pussy. You don’t realize you’re fully sheathed inside until she starts squirming. 

“Baby,” Karina nearly squeals, arms falling on the bed. Neck tilting back, fingers threading through her hair, “I need you to move. I’m losing my fucking mind.” 

“I don’t think I should,” You say through gritted teeth, forehead pressing into her chest. You’re embarrassingly close. One thrust and you’re ninety-nine percent certain, you’ll bust. Inside. The thought crosses your mind, making it more difficult to control yourself. 

“And why the fuck not?” Karina snaps. Her legs wrap around your waist, and you had no idea you could get deeper. “You’re already going to cum?” 

“Yes.” It sounded like a whimper. A pathetic one. 

Karina tugs your head, forcing you to open your eyes. You had no idea they were closed to begin with. “Come here.” She gently pulls you to eye level, kissing you sweetly on the lips. A stark contrast to the one moments ago. “You know,” She says in between pecks. “You can, right?” Kiss. “There’s no condom.” Kiss. “Nothing separating us.” Kiss. “Nothing stopping you from cumming inside me, right?” 

Whatever control you had, snaps. Your orgasm hits like a freight train. Karina moans the moment your release floods her walls, tightening, draining you for everything you had. 

“I’m—fuck.” She buries her face into your neck. Her pussy pulses along your cock. She grunts, nails digging into your back, that you’re sure the marks will be there for a while. 

You don’t move. 

You can’t move. 

You’re in a headspace you’ve never been in before. 

Dazed and drunk on the woman under you.

All you’re thinking about is her. 

All you’re feeling is her. 

You don’t know how much time passed. You don't know where you ended and Karina started. What you do know is you want her, only her. 

Your cock slips out of her pussy, whining at the loss, the air’s a cold contrast. It stings. You vaguely hear her chuckle, before you’re somehow on your back. One leg swings over your waist. Her weight rests on top of you. The slightest shift down has her very wet pussy graze over your cock. 

“You’re cute,” Karina smirks, grabbing the hem of her shirt. She smoothly slips it over her head and you nearly collapse.

It’s overstimulating, and it gets to a point you’ve never been.

First, she’s shamelessly rubbing her folds over your cock. You’re still sensitive from your orgasm, but she doesn’t seem to care. 

Then, which in your haste must’ve forgotten to do, she takes her shirt off. The black lace is a stark contrast to the pale expanse of her skin. You deemed yourself as a respectful person, especially when it came to her and Minjeong. But every thought crossing your mind is as disrespectful as it could be. 

Lastly, she unhooks the bra. 

You’d be lying if you said you’ve never noticed. Of course you have. You’ve been best friends with her since childhood. You’ve seen each other grow up through every phase, and she happened to be well-endowed in that area. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of her bare chest. You want to taste the dusty rose colored nipples. They’re hard as soon as they release from the offending piece of fabric. It had no right to hide them from you. 

“Typical,” Karina scoffs, hand slipping below her. You hiss when she wraps around your cock, guiding you through her folds. “Watch them.” 

She sinks down once the tip finds the hole, her lower lips spreading to accommodate your girth. 

Karina’s buried to the hilt, walls easily taking you in. She’s snug, pussy forming a mold to your shape. She gasps at the fullness, hands steadying on your chest. It squeezes her breasts together. They move in sync with her breath, shallow and quick. You reach to cop a feel, but she leans back before you can. Her hips snap down so hard that your eyes shift down. You groan at the sight of where you two are joined. With your cock swallowed whole, your hips thrust upwards. You catch her breasts bouncing slightly in your periphery. 

Your eyes don’t know where to look. It’s a visual overload. You can’t help but throw your head back. Karina’s hands enclose around your wrists, lifting them above your head. Her face is suddenly in front of yours, breath hot against your lips. 

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to cum inside me until I decide we’re done.” A statement filled with promise that you’re going to lose your mind again. 

Karina starts slow, rocking her hips over you. The friction of her walls rubbing with every sway. She experiments, moving side to side, hitting any and every spot within her. Then, your tip hits one spot in particular, and she tightens. 

“Oh fuck.” Her hips lift involuntarily, dropping directly where she wants you to. She glides easily, taking you in and out without losing rhythm. Her breath staccatoes with every bounce, rock, dip, swivel. 

It’s mind-numbingly hot, watching the sexiest woman you’ve ever known ride you into oblivion. You can’t even move, too lost in the sensation of her making a mess. The grip on your wrists loosens, strength overpowering her as your hands fly to her hips. 

“I’m supposed to be fucking you,” Karina’s arms slide underneath your neck, hugging you tighter into her chest. A pleasurable moan escapes her when you suck on her skin. 

“You are.” Your lips find her nipple, sucking lightly that she hisses. Her pussy contracts, hips stuttering. Her breathing quickens as you guide her hips up and down, smooth with every drop. 

You moan loudly when she suddenly tightens, slamming hard onto you. She stalls, pussy fluttering along your cock, her orgasm surprising you both. It wracks through, firing every nerve as she shakes, vibrates, that you follow. Your hands grip her waist roughly, thrusting your hips brutally upward twice before coming deep inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, yes—god,” Karina screams, body grounding against yours. Her thighs tremble as she continues to take you. “It feels so good. I want more.” 

Her body doesn’t stop using your cock, fully at her disposal. You don’t know how you stay inside her, but you do. You begin and end in her, lost in her. 

Karina starts saying all these things, these nasty, filthy, debauched things. She wants to make up, too much time lost between them when they could’ve been together. She has years of pent up sexual tension towards you, that she needs to let it out. She whispers sweetly about how she spent the time apart, thinking of you. Sometimes late at night with her fingers buried deep inside.

You black out, delirious with pleasure. You thought you had decent stamina, but Karina’s stamina is next level. She moves like she has something to prove, something to claim–more like someone. 

You are hers. 

You are certain she’s not going to let you slip through her fingers again. 

At the end, after however many orgasms were drained from you, Karina stays on top of you. WIth her head resting underneath your chin, lips lazily kissing you all over as your hands gently rest on her low back. She practically growls when you try to move her, “No.” Her inner muscles squeeze your cock. 

“I should clean us up…” You pant, still trying to catch your breath, eyes unfocused on the ceiling. 

“That’s sweet, but let’s stay like this a little longer,” Karina mumbles, voice laced with sleep. “You feel nice.”

“You’re going to fall asleep,” You warn, one hand trailing up and down her back. It is nice. You’re scared if you fall asleep inside her, you’ll wake up still inside her. It wouldn’t be something you’re opposed to, but your dick can’t handle it. 

“I don’t care.” She huffs. You don’t need to see her face to know she’s pouting. 

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” 

The question is asked before you realize what you said. Her body tenses, slowly pushing herself up. She’s in your face, blocking everything else. You have no choice but to look at her. 

“Yes,” Karina says quietly, gaze unwavering. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“But—” Her index finger presses against your lips. 

“I’m not making the same mistake twice.” You hear the deeper meaning behind her words. She means it. 

Three words spill out softly from your mouth, and she breaks out into a huge smile. 

-- -- 

You wanted to go home. 

The club was the last place you wanted to be. 

How could you say no to the woman seated on your lap as she talks animatedly with Aeri about some dinosaur discovery she learned about? You’re too exhausted to fully pay attention. 

An elbow digs into your side, prompting you to redirect your gaze, finding Jinwoo rolling his eyes. A mumbled, what, falls from your lips, lifting your hand off Karina’s thighs to rub your eyes.

“You know a lot of girls have been looking at you,” Jinwoo tilts his head to the crowd. 

You don’t bother looking. You don’t care. “Okay and?” 

Jinwoo chuckles, explaining that as soon as Karina gets up, someone is going to shoot their shot. You didn’t see how, when Karina’s been next to you the entire time. His girlfriend, Haein, walks up, greeting everyone sweetly. The woman in your lap stands, hugging her before Jinwoo. One of them mentions something about needing to pee, which Jinwoo volunteers to walk with them. 

“Save our table, okay?” Karina says over the music, kissing you on the cheek. “One more drink,” She mumbles, a smile forming against your skin. 

Karina’s the reason why you’re exhausted. 

You’ve been together since that night. She asked you to be her boyfriend the moment you woke up. It wasn’t so much a question, more like a statement, a law that you only have eyes for her. 

You’ve also been having a lot more sex. Multiple times throughout a 24-hour window too. Karina has a high sex drive. She seemed addicted to you, and you couldn’t get enough. Not that you were complaining, but there were times you had to ask for a break. Your dick could only take so much. 

The evening prior just so happened to be a night where the three-day ban ended. Karina pounced on you the moment you walked through the door. It was mind blowing, but you were exhausted. It didn’t help that you had an early meeting this morning. She almost didn’t let you leave, but you could not afford to lose your job. As much as it pained you to leave her. 

You barely grunt out an acknowledgement before the trio walks away. Your eyes follow Karina through the crowd, watching her disappear behind the woman’s restroom door. You rest your head on the seat, stretching your arms out over the booth. You don’t even realize your eyes are closed until a weight falls onto your lap–literally. 

“What the hell, get off,” You say sharply as a woman you don’t know sits on your lap. 

The woman introduces herself as Chaewon, leaning forward too close that her perfume invades your senses. Your nose wrinkles at the scent. It’s a tad much, but she seems oblivious that you’re not interested. Aeri’s in your periphery, and you see her typing on her phone. Great, you think to yourself. If you don’t get this Chaewon off you before Karina gets back, it’s not going to end well. 

You should push her off, but your arms feel too heavy to move. She continues talking, shifting slightly in your lap until she presses against you. “Did you need help with that?” She whispers, slipping a hand brazenly between you. She cups you through your slacks. She mistakes the painful groan as interest. 

You’re about to stand when your eyes lock with Karina’s. She’s holding two drinks in her hands, one most likely for you, and a stare that spells trouble. 

For Chaewon and you. 

Karina clears her throat, forcing Chaewon to look in her direction. She doesn’t stand, instead sinking deeper into you. “Can I help you?” 

“He’s my boyfriend,” Karina says slowly, placing the drinks on the table. You swear Aeri has her phone pointed in your direction. “You have three options.” 

You gulp, knowing that this isn’t good for anyone involved. It may not seem like it, except to those that know Karina, but she’s insanely possessive of you. She gets jealous at the smallest things when other women are involved, even if it’s just a simple thank you for retrieving your drinks from the cafe worker. Aeri and Ningning live for the drama, and at times, you do too. There’s a sick part of you that gets off on it, especially with how she reminds you shortly after who you belonged to. 

“One, you get off on your own and you don’t show your face here ever again.” Karina knows the owner of the club. One call and this woman would be blacklisted from all night clubs in Seoul. 

“Two, I pull you off and you pray I don’t feel like fighting.” She does. You can see her jaw tensing from your seat. 

“And three–” Chaewon abruptly stands when Karina takes a step forward, nearly sprinting away from your table before she finishes the sentence.

“Oh come on,” Aeri throws her hands up in despair. “We almost had another fight recorded.” 

“Thanks for that,” You stretch your arms overhead, signaling Karina to take her seat. She rolls her eyes, huffing before reluctantly sitting on your lap again. “You know I didn’t do anything.” 

“She was literally all over you,” Karina says sharply, adding, “You didn’t do anything to get her off.” 

“I’m exhausted.” 

“Whose fault is that?” 

You retort, reaching for one of the drinks. “You know exactly whose fault it is.” 

Karina leans forward, just enough for you to hear what she says next. “And remember,” She murmurs, biting her lip, “It’s your fault on why you’ll be exhausted again.” 

-- -- --

[kesujo]

Bro continue to cook pls for part 3. A double “header” from Irene and Seulgi? We can't skip that lol. Makes me laugh if the next title would be clueless for four with a subtle Tae cameo…who knows?

not too sure what double 'header' means, but I can tell you for sure that p3 will not be titled 'clueless for four' LMAOO

don't bait me with Taeyeon though ... 🤔

(jk, Taeyeon doesn't really have a place in this triology)

(Yeri, on the other hand...)

(jk, I doubt there will be another woman introduced in p3. But we'll see :D)

[kesujo]

Make sure to not burn out tho !! Love your works

dw, I'm pretty motivated to try to finish this one! :D

although, fair warning, new WoW season is about to start so updates may be coming out a little slowly, but you guys are probably already used to me pushing out releases with months' gap in between xD

[kesujo]

It’s night for me but it’s okie!! Just make sure to not bait us and give us good smut!!

so far, I have 3, maybe 4 smut scenes planned for it...

🤔🤔

[kesujo]

Update on 'Clueless for Two' p2

(aka the Seulgi fic that I released a few weeks ago)

I know for some (maybe most?) of you, it's evening of Sunday, and perhaps you're disappointed that I haven't released it yet

(I'm also sorta disappointed in myself :bawl:)

BUT it's just barely past morning of Sunday for me, at the time of writing this, meaning I STILL HAVE LIKE, 16 HOURS TO FINISH THIS

I just gotta lock in

:insert Chaewon 'you got to lock in' gif here:

[kesujo]

How’s the Seulgi fic pt.2 doing?

it's at 3.5k ... and from the looks of things, it'll prob be more than 10k...

BUT ITS OK, I WILL LOCK IN THIS WEEKEND. TRUST!!

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A Cup of Jo

IZ Days of Christmas 20236: Day 10 - Jo Yuri

IZ*ONE's Jo Yuri x Male Reader Smut

11,305 words

Categories | bestfriend!Yuri, reunions, good ol' slice of life, that green dress cameo

Masterlist

For @octoberautumnbox <3 I loved adding pics to this post. Jjoyul is so pretty <3

Yuri’s like a shot of espresso.

The moment you heard that phrase, your mind immediately went to her. 

“It’s just so bizarre," says Yuri, head against your shoulder with her hands wildly gesturing as she talks. She needs to get her point across or she’ll never shut up. “Like… it’s bitter. It doesn’t taste good at all. Anyone who spends even a penny on it should be a registered idiot.”

You smile. You can’t say anything. You don’t want to. Listening to her talk all day isn’t a problem at all.

She’s past that two-minute ramble about how coffee is a placebo effect made to capitalize off teenagers and burnouts when she notices your stare. She scoffs, pushing your chest.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Yuri asks.

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re… forget it.” She rolls her eyes.  “‘A shot of espresso.’ What a whole load of bullshit.”

-

And yet she pays her tuition by making that whole load of bullshit.

The Cuppa is probably the second comfiest place in the city. You rank it second because nothing really compares to your bed, but goddamn, does the café come close. It’s a cute little place just off campus, a little short of walking distance but not too much trouble. Any student seeking solace could easily find it right here. 

But that’s not why you’re here.

“Is your punk ass really trying to steal from us?”

You smile. That’s why.

“You caught me,” you say. “What are you gonna do about it, officer?”

Yuri emerges from behind the counter. She’d dyed her hair a sage brown and it looks strikingly good on her, especially when the sunlight hits. Even in that loose shirt and apron she looks beautiful. You’d tell her that but she’d probably say something snarky, and the two of you would fight like siblings and big bad manager Eunbi would have to yell at you two again.

“How many times do I have to tell you that our stuffed toys aren’t up for grabs?” she asks, hands on her hips. The plushies lined up neatly next to the wall look at you with bright, plastic eyes.

“What the fuck else are they for then?” 

Yuri stands on the tiptoes of all her five foot nothing. “The ambience.”

She has a point. The budget set for the interior of The Cuppa was low but you wouldn’t be able to tell. Something about the vintage furniture and the music—was that Baek Yerin? Clearly Yuri’s selection—makes it feel like a place you could call home.

It’s been Yuri’s home since the first year of university. It was odd sometimes to think about it. You’ve known each other for years, back when she wasn’t a slave to capitalism coffee and still hated you. You still think she does, honestly, but it’s all in good jest. The years have only made you fonder of her.

Funny. All your exes shared the jealousy that you were each other’s first kiss, even if it happened when you were barely eighteen. And come on: nothing’s ever serious before college.

“Yeah?” you ask. “Spell ‘ambience.’”

“You are so full of shit.”

“It’s fine if you can’t. But just so you know, using words you can’t even spell is kind of…” You shrug. “Highfalutin.”

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes at you but the dimple on her cheek gives it away. “The usual?”

You’re not too particular about coffee. Any caffeinated drink that gets you to finish a line of homework without suicidal ideation is good enough. But The Cuppa found you a favorite:

A steaming americano with a shot of milk. Yuri always complained about its simplicity (“I swear to god, you just do this because you want to get yelled at” was what she said once, arms crossed and pouting in her typical Yuri-style, before shoving the menu in your face again) but there’s nothing you’d stand by more. It’s the perfect combination: something hot to keep you up but not anxious. Something sweet to keep you satiated but not spoiled.

So that’s exactly what she makes. You see her tiny face on the surface of the warm espresso before she splashes it with cream.

“On the house.” Yuri doesn’t even look at you as she makes your drink. Everything comes to her in exact measurements, perfect cups. Routines keep her sane. Anything that slightly disrupts it would drive her insane.

“Thanks. You’re the coolest barista I know,” you say. 

You take the mug from Yuri. You’re waiting for her to ruffle your hair as revenge or the usual bratty banter you always give into. 

But for once, Yuri has nothing else to say. She just smiles like she spotted an inside joke in that sentence you’re not privy to, and leaves.

-

Okay, so for some background to avoid any confusion. You and Yuri most certainly did not meet like lovebirds—you didn’t meet in a café or in the school hallway where she dropped her books in front of you and you picked it up for her. Not that had to do with anything because you aren’t hookups or exes or anything like that. You just happened to grow up together in the same town. 

And you honest to god despised each other. Yuri was a difficult kid, running around in mud-caked sneakers and hair sticking to her forehead. But she wasn’t the conventional type of difficult—she didn’t do any of the delinquency shit Hitomi fell into or talked back to her parents. There wasn’t even a record of delinquency in her files. No, not at all. Her parents actually adored her. She was the only good thing that came out of their messy, tumultuous marriage. Their precious little girl. Poster child of a perfect child. She only seemed to be really difficult with you. 

There’s one early memory you have of Yuri that isn’t blurred like a wet camera lens. It’s set in the now overrun park near your middle school. She was staring down at a pond. She was fifteen years old, you think. Just turned. You were around the same age yet she seemed to carry a quiet confidence about her, the attitude that always gave her what she wanted. 

“Hi,” you said, because you were tired of the unspoken rivalry and being someone she hated for no reason. 

Little Yuri just kept looking down at the body of water. Big, curious eyes examined the colorful fish under the rainbow surface. These were the few things that survived the mass construction of your little town. It was all the authenticity it had left. 

“I said hi,” you tried again, because if there’s anything your mother taught you, it was that the quietest people made the best friends. All it took was a single bright conversation—

“Don’t talk to me.”

Well. 

It took them a while to open up sometimes. That was fine. You were an earnest little kid. You believed that if you waited, said things at the right time, you could make friends with the enigma that was Jo Yuri. Yuri was cool. You wouldn’t be able to tell at first, from her tiny frame and big eyes, but she was exactly someone you’d like to befriend.

So you kept quiet. She matched your silence with no problem. She only spoke to correct you when you messed up a word. She didn’t make the slightest expression. 

“It’s a nice day out.”

“It is,” she replied, the monotone of her voice making it seem like a misfortune befell her and it was your fault.

“Do you like ponds? Miss Kim talked to us about it yesterday. She said sometimes fishes are there.”

“Ponds are okay.”

Finally, something you had in common with her. “I think so, too!” you said excitedly. “I like this one. I can see your pretty face even when I look at the water because it’s so clear. Like glass.”

Yuri stood up straight. There was a crease in her brow that she seemed too young to have. “If you’re trying to flatter me into being your friend, it’s not gonna work.”

She looked at you directly for the first time. The sunlight beamed loudly onto her yet she didn’t blink. That conviction was the talk of the town. It never faltered for a grown–up, teacher, or parent. Much less a boy who was trying to sweet-talk his way into her circle.

You could capture this moment in a polaroid, set it side by side with the Yuri of today, and see no difference. She’s always had smooth skin, soft eyes when she wasn’t upset. Jo Yuri was beautiful since the day you saw her.

“What?” You tilted your head. She still seemed to take this as an insult. “Has nobody ever said you’re pretty?”

Yuri blinked. Her shoulders slumped a little, her lashes lowered. “No,” she said finally. “You’d be the first.”

That was the day you became her friend. You were the first person to make Yuri put her guard down. She gained some sort of respect for you, because, as she’d tell you later on, most people would have backed down. You didn’t without having to get aggressive.

She vented to you about boy problems. She climbed trees with you and laughed when you missed a branch. Everyone in town thought Yuri’d found her match. You were the only boy she didn’t want to beat up; that must have meant something. So, even if you had slept in each other’s rooms and saw the skeletons in your closets, you kindly denied the allegations. No, grandma, Yuri’s just a friend. No, dad, you don’t have to worry about him because he’s not my suitor.

You couldn’t imagine yourself without her. She was braided so closely into the twine of your life that the idea of her suddenly loosening away wasn’t even acceptable. She was part of you as much as you were of her. 

Until one day, on a summer you never foresaw, you caught Mr. and Mrs. Jo loading the last of some boxes in a truck. Much vulgarity was exchanged, not getting physical but the line was nearly crossed. You had seen them drift apart before—Yuri’d told you they didn’t exactly like each other. Each box was filled with memories: family photos, essentials, and Yuri’s belongings.

Yuri. 

Immediately you frantically scanned the area for her. Where could she be? You didn’t need to search far—there she was in the front seat of the truck. The hood of her jacket was turned over her head and her earphones were plugged in. Although she looked straight ahead into the road, her eyes were glassy. 

“Hey! Yuri, wait!” you shouted. But her father didn’t want to hear any of it. It didn't matter that you were a familiar face. He was taking his daughter away from this miserable town forever and nothing was going to change his mind.

You remember pounding on that carseat window. She finally found it in herself to look at you. Tears streamed down her cheeks. One, tiny hand came to touch yours from behind the glass.

“Please don’t go,” you said. “At least- at least tell me why you’re leaving.” You jammed your fist harder into the window. She was locked in there like a prisoner. “Talk to me, please. Yuri!”

You were young. You were a boy with fimble arms and a broken heart. Those were the only things that kept you from sweeping Yuri in your arms and flying her away to safety. It didn’t matter where—could be the pond, the school, her old room. Anywhere would do as long as she was with you.

Yuri seemed to understand this. It wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t hers. There were things keeping you apart that she couldn’t quite control yet. 

She pressed her lips to where your forehead rested on the window. I’ll come back for you, she mouthed, the words ghosts left trapped in the car. Just wait for me.

-

Dreams keep coming back to you in the quiet of the night. They’re of meeting Yuri again, hugging her, and taking her out to dinner. After all the times your lunch was on her, she deserves a fancy meal. 

Dreams are nothing short of fictional. They’re just things our minds make up as idle play in our sleep. It’s nothing worth relying on as prophecies. But these days, you always see Yuri with her knees to her face that’s streaked with tears. She always looks the same in your head. She’s in the same hoodie as that night you chased after her car. She never grew up.

Neither did you. 

“And I told her,” says Jordan, a.k.a. mister Bark-No-Bite, leaning across you from the table with the most wicked simper on his face, “‘honey, if you spend every moment thinkin’ I’m gonna leave you for some tighter chick, hop off this dick.’”

The rest of the canteen laughs like it’s the best joke they’ve ever heard. You’ve heard better from the opinionated uncle at family gatherings. The glass on the table is smacked incoherently and bursts of laughter fills the reservation room.

Given that the meal is free, generously sponsored by your project leader: it should feel like everything. The food is great, the service is instant, and the weather is going on nicely. Everything aligns to a perfect day yet you feel like shit. Absolute fucking shit.

You stare at the centerpiece. “You should be nicer to her, honestly,” you murmur.

Amid the guffaws, your groupmate heard you. “What did you say?”

Silence. Your words become realized and now you’re facing off against a crew of juveniles masking as men who, for some reason, either want to adopt or shoot you. That’s business.

“I mean,” you fling your hands up then place them flat on your thighs, “if she’s afraid you’re gonna leave her, isn’t it better you tell her you’ll never let go?”

People grow older and grow apart. When bound together by wedding band and law, they want to run free, or run home. Those two things collide sometimes. Cutting off patterned wings seems arbitrarily cruel. 

The table mutters agreement. Bullets can be saved for next time. You should be proud of taking a stand and cutting their bullshit out. It’s the daydream of every man closed off from the world. But the pain in your heart swells from different roots, and you can’t trace which or where.

“Philosopher of the fucking century,” says Jordan. “You got that going on for you?”

All eyes are on you again. No matter. You’ve long forgone trying to be one of them.

“What else is?” You shrug, and down another bitter, bitter drink.

-

“You promise you’ll call us?” 

“Yes.”

“And don’t do drugs or drink or—”

“Yes, dad,” you said exasperatedly. Over time you understood that it was a privilege to have parents who genuinely loved you. Not many could say they had a mother and father fully supportive of the direction you want to take in life, much less willing to shoulder the fees. But they could dial down on that love. You’re an adult. Plus, you’re just moving to a new university, not starting college all over again.

(Also, you’d rather die than redo college.)

Thinking of reliving those years already makes you want to crumble. It was hard enough in high school without a familiar face to turn to or the ease you only realized too late was there. Adjusting to a new environment, all alone and without your best friend, was lonely. Terribly lonely. 

She never came back for you. You’d waited for so long. Middle school left you friendless in the canteen room. High school had you clinging onto girls, onto friends who looked like Yuri and laughed like Yuri but weren’t quite Yuri. Now, college made you wonder: were you ever going to see each other again? 

You wondered how she was doing now. Did she get into that performing arts school she used to drone on about? Get piano lessons? Wherever, however she is, you hope little Yuri achieved all her dreams without trouble. She deserves it.

You dropped the call after a while. Besides your mother droning on about not getting anyone pregnant getting weird, it was hard to keep a conversation when unpacking.

The bag could look better. It was winter, so the conductor told you it got damaged in the compartment. An avalanche, he claimed, had gotten the best of it. Outside, thick layers of snow lay on the road, greenless trees, and benches. You believed him. But you still lost a few important things, like pencils and a notepad filled with sketches. You had to make sure you at least had the essentials.

So—seeing as the snow had plowed and stranded through your stuff—you took upon the job of going to the bookstore. Sure, you were freezing, and a strong wind was sure to make you one of the snowmen up ahead. But it’s your first day. You couldn’t afford to screw up.

The bookstore was low-lit and cozy. The cashier was looking through folders, saying something about work hours. 

“I’m so sorry, darling.” She missed the r in her pet name as she gave a blue folder over the desk. “We don’t have any orange ones left.”

The girl sighed. “Nothing? As in nothing?”

Her voice was of husk and silk. You raised a brow. Were you imagining things?

“No, Yuri, I’m afraid this is all we have.”

“Yuri?” 

You couldn’t stop yourself. You had to make sure you weren’t dreaming. That puppylike way of tilting her head when she was confused… the fucking bangs…

“No way,” you said. It couldn’t be.

She noticed you, too. Her fingers hooked around her gigantic mask and revealed the same pouty mouth, open in shock. She was still dressed in the baggiest clothes that undermined how tiny she actually was. Still wore barely any makeup, skin smooth and pure.

Worst of all, she was only even more beautiful.

“What are you out in this storm for?”

Her little mouth still hung slightly open. “What are you out here for?” she asked. 

“I dunno. Why are you in the same college as me?”

Of all the dumb questions you could have asked in the world. It was selfish, stupid, so quintessentially you. She was never going to let you live this down. 

Yuri’s mouth quirked to the side. “Is it my fault that I happened to pass the entrance exam?” 

You couldn’t believe it. Your heart’s stuck in your throat and it kept doing this weird, pulsing thing, as if you were going to throw up all the relief you had.

Yuri’s smiling at the dumbfounded look on your face and you thought, fuck it. 

You rushed to her and hugged her tight, lifting her in the air for seconds that felt like heaven. Her mask hung from her ear. She was so beautiful, so loveable. Her laugh was the sweetest thing you heard. 

“It’s not fucking funny,” you said as you pressed a kiss to her forehead. But despite your tears, you were laughing too. You set her down to clutch her face. Your thumbs passed over her cheekbones, temples, just to see if she was real. “I thought I lost you, Yuri.”

Yuri held your hand that was cradling her cheek. Her eyes were tender. “I did say I’d come back for you.”

And it was like you were young again. Like you were back at that miserable town, making faces, cussing each other out, but somehow kissing under that tree and promising to keep it a secret.

-

I hate you. I can’t live without you.

-

From jjoyul <3:

if you want coffee get it now

my head hurts but i need tips

The fluorescent lights of The Cuppa are its usual cozy today. It’s the only place on campus that is still open. Yuri once said it would’ve had 24/7 operating hours if not for the fact that the staff is composed of mostly sleep-deprived college students. But they’ll have to make do.

It works to your advantage anyway. You have another test waiting in your calendar, making it the perfect time for a coffee. There’s some material you want to get revised by tonight. 

Yuri emerges from the backrooms. “Welcome to The Cuppa, please make it fast," she says. “If you can’t decide in five seconds, we’ll use your head as a tip box.”

“Hi there yourself,” you say sarcastically. But when you take a proper look at her, you immediately dial it back. “You okay?”

She’s Jo Yuri. Of course she’s a brat. But today, there are deep, dark circles under her blank eyes. She’s pale as a ghost. She looks so down, like all the energy’s been drained out of her.

Yuri stares blankly at you before forcing a smile on her face. “Yeah. Just a headache.”

“Doesn’t look like just a headache.”

Her movements are sluggish as she opens the money drawer. You don’t trust her to make another move without falling over. “Aww, thanks, you’re a real charmer.” 

You lean closer. “No, seriously. Are you okay? You look like you haven’t slept in a week.” 

You only realize how close you’ve gotten when Yuri lifts her head. You’re practically nose to nose, cheek to cheek. The hollows under Yuri’s eyes are dark and deep but now, a faint red hue colors her skin.

There really is something about her, huh? You’ve known that, been enthralled by that since you talked to her at that pond. She seemed to be one with sunlight that day. Yuri—Yuri and her big eyes and pouty lips and loud self—gives you life. She keeps you tossing and turning at night and laughing in the morning.

Like a shot of espresso.

Yuri clears her throat, immediately taking a step back. 

“Rough night,” she says simply. “I’ve got a big project for professor Lee tomorrow, and this shift is absolutely killing me.” 

You glance at the clock behind her, then at the schedule pinned beside the register. “What time are you off?” 

“I dunno.” She gestures vaguely, a weary wave of her hand. “Another two hours. Then I get to go home and pull an all-nighter, probably.”

Her eyes keep shifting to the money in the drawer. Your heart just twists. Poor Yuri, living off paycheck to paycheck so she can keep studying. So she can keep suffering. You don’t know how she handles it. You’re pretty sure that if you had a dad still upset over your mom who left him years ago and a damning tuition fee, you’d have given up.

That’s the thing about Jo Yuri: she never gives up. But sometimes, the world moves too fast even for her. 

“I’ll take your shift,” you say firmly.

“What?” 

“Your shift,” you repeat. “You’ve got a lot more on your plate than I do.”

Yuri shakes her head. There’s that small frown creasing her brow again that seems to have been there forever. “Absolutely not. You don’t have to, stupid. You just—” 

She’s always sort of pushing help away. But with you, she refuses it completely. You’ll never understand why.

It doesn’t mean you’ll stop offering. 

“It’s fine, Yuri. Go get some rest or work on that project. I’ll handle it.”

She searches your face for any compromises.  She finds none. “Are you serious?” 

“I’ve never been more serious. Just tell me what to do.”

She still looks hesitant, but the exhaustion is getting to her now. Sometimes she needs to accept help. “Okay, fine,” she concedes, rolling her eyes. “But I owe you big time.” 

“No, you don’t.”

Yuri chuckles, looking very interested in the fabric of her apron. Is she blushing? 

“Usual BS: don’t overload the grinder, Chaeyeon doesn’t like too much cream. The regulars will ask for a Yuri special but it’s just a latte with one of those puppy cookies on the cream." 

You’d take note of how she refuses to meet your eyes but you’re too busy trying to absorb all the information. There are more customers coming in that need your help.

Her boss will probably get her ass for this. But that doesn’t matter. Not now. You occupy yourself with their orders while she sleeps with her cheek against her duffle bag. Occasionally, you make a mistake or two. You forget milk and add too much sugar, the sort of slip-up that would’ve resulted in coffee thrown in your face if The Cuppa were a mega corporation. But within this small café, it seems like Yuri built a community. People understand her. When you explain to them that you’re filling in for her, they tell you that it’s no big deal. You’re doing your best and Yuri’s a good girl. She deserves a break.

(I know, you want to say. I wish she knew that, too.)

Yujin’s not over to help, so you do the honors of closing The Cuppa yourself. You’re left in a bit of a sweat after that shift. As you turn the “CLOSED” banner on its face, you think of the times you barged in here, joking about a free drink and how Yuri, through all her exhaustion, smiled and gave you one anyway. Do you take her for granted? Are you overstepping her boundaries?

She’s still sleeping. Seems like she used your jacket as a blanket, too. It drapes around her small body while her arms curl around her bag. 

It’s so rare to see her put her guard down. The bare-faced vulnerability makes you think about how she looks soft. She looks like someone you could love, if she’d just let you.

Scared to ruin her slumber, you decide to carry her to your  car. It’s not like you haven’t done it before. She sat on your shoulders at that concert. You carried her piggyback in eighth grade. 

And now, she’s all grown up in your arms. 

You could say something poetic about it all. How Yuri’s sitting in your carseat after she left you in her father’s. The way the moonlight pours on her relaxed expression. How you’ve grown up together and then some because, let’s be honest, there remains a whole lot of things you want to do with her.

But words fail you long enough for Yuri to stir awake. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes with her paws. “Did I just…” Yuri gives a small yawn. “Did I just teleport to your car?”

You laugh, sealing the seatbelt over her waist. “You could say that.”

At least somebody entertains her gimmicks. You do it better than anyone. The thought leaves a little warm feeling in her chest. 

“I’m sorry about your hoodie, by the way,” Yuri says. She shyly looks down at your clothes, where they hang loosely on her, smelling of your cologne. “In case you haven’t noticed, it is extremely cold out back.”

“Keep it. It looks better on you.”

“Oh, you flatter me.” She feigns a coquettish gasp, placing a hand on her chest with a gasp. “You’re a real dreamboat.”

You laugh in response as you kick the engine to a start. Your eyes flick to the rearview mirror to navigate the narrow parking lot. It disallows you from witnessing Yuri blush, then turn up her chin and look away. 

-

About that kiss:

It’s October something. You can’t remember what day it was exactly, but you know Yuri’s birthday had just passed. She had turned eighteen and really proud of herself for it. Told everyone that she was an adult and when they pointed out that she wasn’t by Korean standards, she cussed them out. She even put some lip tint on, a gift from her mother. 

But the funniest thing about it all was her purchasing those little canned beers. “I’m an adult now!” she proudly told the man behind the counter, who looked pretty fucking sure he’d sold countless to her the past years. You fled the scene with her before he could make a few calls. 

You and Yuri were still laughing when you finally head to the playground. It’s the furthest you can get from that sleazy store, and the closest you could leave without your parents worrying. Your hands were interlocked and the light wind whips you two around like daffodils. You’re both young. Yuri was still here. Nothing bad has happened to you yet.

“If my dad finds out, he’s gonna kill me,” Yuri said. She’s still giggling. The drink in her hand fizzed before she popped it open. “Gonna grill me about being a proper young lady and all that.”

“I’m sure I can bribe Mr. Soo into keeping his mouth shut.”

“Right, because you’re just charming like that.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, making Yuri laugh. Her laugh echoed into the neighborhood. Some birds nesting in the branches above you flew away. You forgot that it was late. No kids—at least, except the two of you—were playing here at this time. Your next door neighbor’s little girl was nowhere to be found on the swings. 

You took a long drink of the can, tossing your head back. Yuri watched the column of your throat as you drank it. By the time you were done, she had switched her focus to the basketball hoop nailed to a low-hanging board.

“I can’t believe we’re eighteen,” you said. “We have entrance exams just around the corner and we’re getting drunk.”

 “Great start to adulthood!” proclaimed Yuri. She didn’t look all too worried though. “Next thing you know, we’ve got boyfriends and girlfriends. Then we’re getting married.”

You slipped into easy conversation. You could talk about anything with Yuri, and Yuri could run her mouth for days. But you kept reverting back to the marriage topic. It was an odd thing to think about. You had some flings before, some courtships that didn’t last a week. Nothing was too serious anyway. No kissing, no under-the-table petting, no oath of a wedding-banded life together. You didn’t see yourself promising devotion to any of the girls you met before. Funny; you didn’t see that for the future either.

Unless it was—

Yuri leaned against the bark of the tree. She was looking at you with a funny smile, the side of her mouth lifted. No worries were etched into the lines of her skin. She waded through life so easily. She could talk her way through anything with that gentle face. She had nothing to be scared of.

“Crazy,” she said. “The world moves too fast sometimes, doesn’t it?’

It’s an invitation to more than an answer. You could read Jo Yuri like a book. 

But you had nothing to be scared of either.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “it does.”

Then you leaned forward to kiss her. You had to grab the chance while she offered it. And it was like the world stopped spinning too fast, all slowed and focused down to watch your lips on hers.

-

From that moment on, Yuri became a walking, talking contradiction. 

Yuri isn’t easy, you know that. You can’t pry a straight answer out of her if your life depended on it. But why was she acting all brand new? Now, she’s hot and cold, sweet and sour. Cozying up next to you now but completely rejecting you tomorrow. 

When you tried asking Minju and Yena, they only laughed in your face. Yuri blushed furiously in the corner before picking her books up and leaving. She stopped offering coffee and taking walks with you. It was like she morphed back into the young Jjoyul who wanted nothing to do with you. The only thing missing is the resentfulness in her gaze. 

Because even with her distance, Yuri looks at you these days with some kind of… longing. Pain. Love? No, can’t be. There’s so many emotions deep within those coffee-brown eyes yet you can’t quite figure them out.

With each week that passes, more questions fill your head. Usually, she’d tease you about girls who looked your way. Now she glowered when you were even paired with one for a project.

(Like that time she was late to class and you had to do your analysis with a new girl. She had just moved and everybody liked her. Well, everybody except Yuri, it seemed. Ten minutes of her absence made her lose you to some fresh face.

“Hot.”

“Huh?”

“Hot girl you were with up there,” Yuri said later on, arms crossed and looking everywhere but at you. “I heard she’s from Japan. Pretty cool.”

“Uh,” you hesitated. It didn’t sound cool to her at all. “Yeah, I guess. You don’t really find a lot of Yabukis in Korea.”

“I thought you gave up Japanese girls after Sakura.”

“Nako’s my lab partner, Yul, not my fuckbuddy.”

She squinted her eyes into narrow, daunting slits. “Right. Of course.”)

Today, you conveniently share a vacant hour with her, just right after her economics class. Professor Kim is beloved for her early  dismissals. As soon as yours is called off, you go to the library. It’s a large, cold room where you and Yuri usually write your reports. There’s computers, encyclopedias older than you are in there—everything.

You see her in the history aisle. Her head floats behind stacks and stacks of Korean books. This is it. You’re going to march up there and confront her for how distant she’s been, ask her what’s wrong, call her out on her bad behavior-

Oh.

Oh.

Yuri is in the tiniest dress ever, cut just below her hips. The zipper is pulled all the way down. Has her skin always looked that… delectable? The wrap of green fabric makes her legs look like they go on forever, down to those fine strappy heels. Doesn’t help that it’s skintight either, or that it brings out her eyes, or god fuck her waist is actually nonexistent, or how her milky thighs look so fucking—

“Oh, hey there! Hi!” Yuri’s voice is a note higher than usual. Her smile—is that lipgloss?—sparkles brightly. “I was just about to leave but you’re here, so I guess I can stay around.”

You don’t realize you’ve left your jaw on the ground. Yuri’s already beautiful, but today—well, is it okay to say this? Let alone think this? With her new striking blonde hair and the little green dress she’s got going on, she looks… sexy. 

You’re surprised you still have words. “Yuri, we just got dismissed.”

“I’m hanging out with Isa!”

“Isn’t she like, on vacation?” 

Yuri bites her lip. Dang it. Your gaze lingers a little too long on that pouty mouth before you take another forbidden look at the rest of her. The curve of her back into her hips then her ass is deadly. 

Yuri crosses her arms under her chest. You’ve no idea where to look that doesn’t cross the line. Every bit of her is beautiful. There’s her sweet face, the hourglass pinch of her waist, then her plush thighs. Fuck. You should’ve brought sunglasses or just plucked your eyes out. Yeah, that seems better. Anyone in this freezing library can tell you’re gawking at your best friend.

You’re here for business, you remind yourself. Clear your throat. “Why are you avoiding me, Yul?”

Yuri’s suddenly as pale as a ghost. All the color is lost in her face, nearly making the new Barbie blonde dye wash her out. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Then why didn’t you want to commute with me?”

“D-Dad drove me,” she stammers out. And it’s a lie right from the get-go—you know her father. He wouldn’t let her out in a dress like that, especially in front of you. He was quite skittish about you being around for most of Yuri’s growing up. You shook your head adamantly while he suddenly switched the topic around to manipulative boys. He’d talk openly about how you seemed to have a plan to put a ring on her finger.

And right now? Well, you hate to prove the old man right. Yuri looks too damn good. 

“I’m sure you can come up with a better excuse.”

Her eyes flare. “I—I’m not making excuses!”

Her voice cuts through the silence. Jesus, why does she always make a scene? It earns her a disapproving look from the librarian. Some juniors have turned their heads to glare at her. You recognize them as the ones Yuri told you about having too much audacity. Not even bowing to the upperclassmen or using honorifics. You told her she sounded like a grandma and she told you to shut up.

Now, you see her point. Their glares are scathing. One of them turns her chin up loftily after looking at you head to toe, taking note of your shoes and hair.

You’re about to go off at her when Yuri’s soft hands on your shoulders bring you back to earth. She has a way of doing that, doesn’t she? Grounding you, soothing you, reminding you that as long as she’s on this earth she’s tying you down with her. You wonder if you’ve ever done the same for her. 

Open your eyes. Her brows are doing that tense, wrinkling thing again. You want to kiss the fine line away so badly before you remember that it isn’t your place to do so.

“And even if I am,” says Yuri, voice thinned down to a whispered snarl, “that’s the best one you’ll get.”

“Really, Yul? You’re just gonna leave me in the dark?”

“I try my best to look hot for you and all you do is bombard me with questions. Of course I’m not explaining shit.”

“What?”

You finally hold the world record of getting Jo Yuri to shut up. You didn’t think it was possible before, but now, with her blood running cold and her body frozen like a mannequin, you can consider it done.

She’s quite consistent with being a human paradox. Ever on brand. With that silence the librarian can approve of for once, she’s answered all your questions. 

You want to strangle yourself. How the hell did you not know? It wasn’t even a thought in your head. But if you need any more clarification, more confirmation from the shock written on her face—your best friend likes you. She is head over heels in love with you and doesn’t know how to deal with it.

You stare back at her just as bug-eyed. You reel back to the moments she sought your attention, jumping on your back or sneaking a vulgar note with your espresso. Her gossiping with Minju over the phone about a boy. The weeks of blatant avoidance. Her hatred for poor Nako. 

Yuri regains her senses. She pulls her hands away from you as if it burned. “I said I was hanging out with Isa, right? She just landed from Busan.” Each anxious syllable tumbles out of her mouth at a rapid pace. “I’m gonna help her with her luggage and, uh, tell her about the project. Yeah! Wouldn’t want her to fall behind, right? Good. I’ll see you around! Bye!”

-

From Yuri: oh my god i’m getting flashbacks again

IM GONNA DIE THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING

I actually cannot beleive you convinced me to do that

*beleve

*BELVEE

FUCK

From behind the counter, Yuri shoots Minju a desperate look. She’s lost count of the girl talk they’ve had. That little library fiasco stays in her mind–a lot like you.

Minju is the only one who can understand her humiliation. She spent weeks trying to put Yuri back together, telling her she was fine and you probably thought it was cute. Doesn’t mean Minju can’t laugh at her. She gives her friend a smirk before texting her a cheeky reply.

From Minju: youre the one who was a dumbass and said you wanted to seduce him…dont take your stupidity out on me

She waits for Yuri to peek at her phone screen as she attends to a customer. When she does, she looks furious. Minju pretends not to notice by nursing her frappe.

From Yuri: I DIDN'T SAY I WANTED TO SEDUCE HIM I SAID I WANTED TO LOOK HOT

wording matters bitch

From Minju: and what does ur wanting to be hot imply 🤭

like he’s supposed to believe u picked out the sluttiest most fuckably gorgeous dress in existence becuz you wanted to look hot. JUST to look hot. right.

Yuri glowers. Minju sticks her tongue out at her.

From Yuri: you want me to shove your face into this fryer soooooo bad

i’m gonna kill you one of these days kim minju

no wait he probably thinks i’m a weirdo or like a mega freak

From Minju: ….

wouldn’t he like that? ;)

Yuri wants to ram this plate of chocolate waffles in Minju’s head so badly. How could she crack a joke? Yuri’s been operating on anxiety-fueled adrenaline alone since her accidental confession. It’s intensely serious for her. 

The sweat beads at her fine brow. The nerves are getting to her so bad that she’s sweating in an airconditioned facility. She couldn’t get any more down bad. She wipes it with the back of her wrist as she contemplates apologizing. Lord knows she owes you a lot of it. 

But whenever she sees your face, she starts dying inside. She screwed it all up. If only she’d kept her big fat mouth shut. If only she tried to keep her feelings at bay instead of avoiding them.

She can’t do this.

“Still torturing yourself?” Yena’s strolled up to the counter and leaned against one of the stacked mats. Yuri rolls her eyes. She was the one who suggested she dyed her hair blonde. Look how that turned out.

“Agh, fuck you, Yena.”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry. My brain is just… I can’t stop thinking about it. I wanna die everytime I remember.”

“Have you tried talking to him?” Yena asks. She doesn’t need to answer; the sudden downcast, timid look is enough. She sighs. “Yuri, come on. It's called trying for a reason.”

“What if he tells me he doesn’t want to be friends anymore?”

Yena laughs. Her lipgloss (also the one Yuri wore for that day) shimmers, matching the cardigan she has wrapped around her shoulders. “If you stayed friends after your cute li’l reunion,” she says with a laugh, “then a little crush won’t ruin whatever you have going on.”

“Really?”

“Trust me. Now make me a milkshake.”

Yuri rolls her eyes as Yena gives her a playful wink. At least this will give her something to focus on. Ever since contact between you faded, she lost a lot of good company. No more of those inside jokes, light banter. She finds herself missing your teasing when she’s the only one holding up The Cuppa. You never made her feel like she was alone.

God, she misses you. She might even be okay if you rejected her as long as you were friends again. That’s something she can’t lose.

The whirring of ice drowns out her thoughts. Noise pollution had some purpose after all. After reheating some smores for Minju, who’s taken a liking to them, she adds whipped cream on top of Yena’s milkshake. She loses herself in the smell of sweets, serene music, and the constant noise of the blender.

The fewer the customers that come in, the more Yuri finally relaxes. She looks up at the clock. Her shift is nearly done. Her final order is for the old man who ordered espresso. 

“In a shotglass, will you, honey?” he requested. His smile was warm. “I’m putting off alcohol, but it wouldn’t hurt to look for an alternative, right?”

Easy. Yuri knows what it feels like to hold something off, to search for it anyway in other things. Other people.

She takes a small glass and holds it under the machine. The smell of finely processed coffee beans lights her up. She turns around to place it on a small saucer.

But someone’s hand is already perched near the utensils. It reaches out for the same saucer. And before Yuri can admonish the customer, their hands touch. It feels familiar, like she’s held this hand before. Or had it ruffle her hair and pinch her cheek. 

She looks up and gasps, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound, and yanks her hand back. Speak of the fucking devil, it’s you. 

"Oh my god! Sorry! So sorry!" she stammers, stumbling backward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "I—I didn’t see you, my bad! All yours! Enjoy the… the plate! I meant the saucer!” 

She practically shrieks the last part out, her voice hitting a register you hadn’t heard since she was sixteen and thought you’d missed the bus. 

She’s cute. Her hair is done up in this bun, a few strands falling to drape on her sweater. There are white, cursive words embroidered into the fabric: “call me baby.”

(Well, if she insists?)

“It’s fine,’’ you say. “I just came to get one for Minju.”

Minju waves at the two of you from her seat. You wave back. Behind you, Yuri is certain she’s going to explode. Minju is aware that her drink is a frappe in a cup, right? She doesn’t need a damn saucer.

There’s a tremor running through her right now. Her stomach’s doing that thing again. She’s so lovestruck and it’s so pathetic that she can’t do anything about it. Her friends are watching and you’re standing in front of her and she’s so consumed by the thrill of it all.

“What are you doing here?” 

“We need to talk, Yul. You know we do.” 

The poor thing’s near tears already. You offer her a gentle smile, lowering your gaze so you’re eye-level. You don’t want to make her more nervous than she already is.

She says she’ll finish this shift first. You sit by Minju and Yena as she takes her sweet time cleaning up. Yujin’s already out back tying on her apron to take over. She can wait as long as she likes because Yuri’s suddenly vying for that Employee of the Month title. She polishes the already shining counter, checks the schedule for next week, and asks the old man in the corner twice if he likes his drink. You laugh; it’s an espresso. It’s not like it changes.

Your own shot of espresso finally sits right across you. Her knuckles are white, curling tight as she folds her hands together on the table. Her friends exchange knowing glances.

“So,” you start lightly. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Yuri replies quietly. You barely hear it.

“Now I think we can both agree you’ve been acting weird?”

Yena muffles a cackle. Minju punches her in the shoulder. They’re quite enjoying their front row tickets to the cheesiest romance ever. 

Yuri scoffs at this, crossing her arms. “Weird? Me? Never. Besides, I know what you want to talk about and, and I’ve actually been thinking about someone else.”

You smirk. “Really now?” 

Because from the beginning, let’s be honest—through her plethora of crazy exes, filmstar crushes, and the fifty miles that once kept you apart, you were the only one for her. 

And through your plethora of mournful nights, jealous juniors, and the snowy night that brought you back together, you know she’s the only one for you.

There’s no need for lying. You’re always going to stand by her. 

She shoots a quick, almost panicked glance at her friends, then puffs out her chest. “Yeah, there’s this… TA.” The wince she makes at her own lie is maddeningly cute. “He’s really smart, so he’s totally my type, you know. I like smart men in glasses.”

Yena’s laughter interrupts her. She tried her best to contain her giggles but watching Yuri in denial is too funny. Five star comedy of the year, did millions in the box office. 

“A TA? Seriously? Yuri, you’ve never looked at anyone beyond your textbooks and… well, him,” she gestures in your direction. “Since when did you like ‘smart’ guys with glasses? You always said they were boring.”

“Yeah, and you hate glasses!” Minju chimes in, her drink abandoned already. “Remember that time you accidentally wore my reading glasses and said you felt like our mean librarian?”

Yuri surreptitiously mouths vulgarities at them. They’re unbothered, knowing you’ve got her cornered now. They bore hours of her rants about you, your hair, your smile. They think they’re pretty deserving of a break. 

Yuri’s the star actress in the theater club but she can’t improv her way out of this. 

“Sounds like a real catch. What’s his name?”

“Uh, it’s… it’s not important!” Yuri fumbles with her words. “Just know he’s a very attractive, smart, non-you person.”

Her cheeks are practically glowing. You just hum, pretending to be convinced, but a warmth spreads through you. In every little way, even when she’s trapped in her own denial, Yuri makes you smile. She’s a ball of energy. She’s the shot of espresso you can’t get enough of and will come back for again and again.

But she takes her time. She’s been teaching you patience all your life. You had to wait for her to become your friend. You had to wait several lonely years for her to come back to you. 

Now, you have to wait for her to come to terms with those feelings. She’s still trying to drop the habit of putting up a front: cussing when she wants to say something sweet, covering her face when she cries, running from you when the love catches up to her in the most random parts of her day. And that’s fine. It’s okay. You’ll wait forever if you have to. 

So, you smile. You’ll play her game.

“That’s good to know,” you say graciously. “But if you ever need anyone, anything, I’m just here, Yuri. I hope we can still be friends?”

It’s not quite the reaction she’s looking for. She wants you to chase her and be fine if she tells you to go away. After all, she could only get so tired of running. “Y-you don’t want to be more than friends?” 

“Do you?” 

Yena and Minju squeal, holding onto each other for the grand climax. Yuri raises a threatening, fisted paw at them. She looks back at you sheepishly.

“Fine,” she says, raising her chin. “Mr. TA’s probably taken anyway. But that doesn’t mean I like you or anything. I just think you wouldn’t be too bad as a boyfriend.”

That’s the greatest compliment you can get from her. You’ll take it.

-

The first time you suggest karaoke, Yuri’s face goes pink. “Absolutely not,” she says. She sounds offended that you even asked.

She’s still partial to the deal so this is your way of getting her to open up. You thought it was the perfect date idea.

So you’re standing there absolutely dumbfounded. Here’s a girl with the most beautiful voice in the world and a passion for music. She records soft, beautiful demos in that recording studio down the road. She plays the piano, guitar, and almost every instrument you can think of. If she doesn’t know how to play it, she’s definitely learning to. 

You need to know “Why?” 

“My voice is terrible.” 

“Yuri,” you reply slowly, still trying to make sense of it all, “you’re literally in theater.”

“So?” she protests. She raises herself to meet your height (or at least the flat of your shoulders) as best as she can in her heels. “You think just because we’re trying the whole dating thing you can get me to do stuff I don’t wanna do?” 

You laugh. You’ve known her long enough to know her little bursts of rage are simply what they are: short bursts that don’t make her love you any less. And it’s the same on your end, too. You love Yuri—with all her quirks and brattiness and shouts. You wouldn’t trade that for anything.

“Slow down, Yul.” Lean down and cup her small face in your palms. The slightest protest flickers in her expression. However, she doesn’t move. “Of course not. I’m just saying your whole thing is being a great singer so… it’s gonna be fun. Please?”

As much as she has her power over you, you have your own, too. You know what your little touches do to her. Her skin already feels warm under your fingers.

So there you have it: you’re on your umpteenth date with Yuri. Last time you had gone to the cinemas, where she pretended not to cry at the tragic ending. But trust that she spent the ride home with her face buried in your jacket. The date before that, you took her to the museum she talked about wanting to visit. 

You’ll probably spend a fortune on her until she says yes. It doesn’t matter though. You’ll wait forever, grovel at your knees, and dish out your bank accounts if you have to. 

Tonight, the neon sign of the karaoke bar buzzes softly. It’s a pink and blue beacon in the quiet street. Your fingers are interlaced. It’s a completely new sensation with the knowledge that it means something deeper. It seems Yuri has gotten used to it; she squeezes you tighter when she’s surprised, or when she just needs someone.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend, right?” you’d said before, and she’d nodded, a blush creeping up her neck before she muttered, “Don’t make it sound so serious.”

She’s a vision in red, by the way. It’s a small little dress that hugs her hips, complete with knee-high boots. You tell her she looks beautiful even if you risk a slap. You’ll never let her forget. 

Inside, the private booth is a capsule of dim light and velvet seats. Looks clean. It better be for the price you paid. And you still have food waiting to be served. The touchscreen of the large scale TV  glows with an endless menu of songs. There’s the classic Korean trot that tops the charts, and some English ones, too. 

Yuri looks tiny compared to the TV. She’s staring in disbelief at the catalogue, the infinite number of options for bass and echo. 

“You should get first dibs,” you say, nudging her shoulder with yours. 

“Why? So you can laugh at me?” she retorts, but her eyes are sparkling. They don’t even look away from the screen. It means you did a good job. She loves singing more than anything, and with this top tier noraebang, you made her dreams come true.

“Never. Why would I make fun of someone so perfect?”

She rolls her eyes, a classic Yuri deflection. “You’re so cheesy. Don’t say that ever again.” But she doesn’t move away. Instead, she leans into your shoulder, her scent—clean like rain, sweet like something floral you can’t name—wrapping around you.

And please, she can pretend all she wants but she’s a sucker for cheesy pickup lines. 

After a few minutes of playful bickering and a lot of convincing, she selects a song. The title flashes on the screen: Casualty of Love. The familiar instrumental starts. You realize this is one of Yuri’s favorites, some of the many songs she covered on her old phone. The first note plays and she starts to sing.

It stops your world completely.

We may not have all the answers

Oh, I know that we can change some of the things that are beyond our control

You’ve heard her sing before—in practice rooms, humming along to tracks. You knew she was good. But this is not “good.” This is something bigger than you, even bigger than her. Her voice, usually overpowering the loudest speakers when she’s mad, is fragility that steals the air from the room. 

And it’s so odd in the best way possible. You’ve never known her as someone to show this kind of raw vulnerability. Her voice is thick with emotion. It’s like each note she draws out is a line in a story you know too well. 

 And the vision of us may be blurry

Oh, but it’s clear to you. So clear.

But use your heart to see, just follow the beat

The path will lead you back to me

The drawl of her song brings you back to the past. It takes you on a whole journey. You vividly see her wrapped in her hoodie as she was brought away from you, and in the same one when she saw you again in that snowstorm. It just so happened she studies at the same university. It just so happened that pain had to be there to bring her back to you.

Sometimes it’s a game of give and take

You’ll give her anything she wants.

It’s easy to break, but hold on and wait

As long as she’d like.

Have a little faith!

Yuri isn’t looking at the screen anymore. She knows all the lyrics by heart because it’s an echo of her life. It reflects all the little feelings she’s tried to figure out. Those big, beautiful eyes connect with yours. Passion overflows from the bittersweet melody.

I will go down to the last round

I’ll be your strength to find you when you get lost in the crowd

So I’ll stand up tall, if by chance I fall, I’ll go down 

As a casualty of love

The whole song is a love letter to you. She’s mapping the architecture of her heart, and you see your name etched on every wall. There’s no hiding it.

You’re motionless. Your breath is caught somewhere between your chest and throat. The love you feel for her, always present like a motion natural as breathing, expands. She is yours, and you are hers, and this voice is the proof of a soul that is impossibly, wonderfully complex.

The last note hangs heavily before it fades into nothingness. She places the microphone down, her shoulders dropping as if she’s shed a weight. It’s hard for her not to notice the way you’re looking at her right now. Like you’re in love with her or something. You remind her that every time yet it remains a surprise to her.

“It’s… a hard song. The pronunciation is tricky.” 

She doesn’t have to sell herself short. She’s more than you can ask for. Stand up on shaky knees, “You’re fucking breathtaking, Jo Yuri.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “It’s just singing.”

 It’s the only time you won’t do something she tells you to do. You’re a slave for all of her. She’s the most gorgeous girl in the world and it pains you that she’d downplay herself like that. You want to tell her she shouldn’t do that. You won’t allow her to.

But talking is her job. She doesn’t stop you when you reach out to kiss her. She fits there, in the space against your heart, where she has always belonged. She’s smiling. She’s perfect. You don’t even see the score.

The graduation party still hums in your veins, a pleasant buzz of cheap champagne and nostalgia. Perhaps not too much of the nostalgia. There are a lot of people you’d fare better without having in your life. You can certainly do without the sadistic physics prof.

Without Yuri? That’s a different question. You’re not losing her again, especially when she looks this damn good.

She makes it all worth it. Holding her hand at the ceremony made you realize how far you’ve come with each other. The little visits at The Cuppa and games with her at midnight have helped you more than she could ever know. You couldn’t have made it without her. Hell, she deserves a name on your certificate for powering you through.

She’s your girlfriend. The love of your life. Your shot of espresso who brought you back into this world because you’ve so much to do with her.

She’s kicking off her heels by the door of your house. It is really fucking hard not to stare at her. For the party, she’s got this tiny pink top, exposing her arms dangling with jewelry and tight stomach. The skinny jeans don’t do much in hiding any skin either. 

Yuri looks fucking delicious.

“So,” she says. Her smile is cheeky as she undoes her earrings. “We did it.”

“We did,” you reply. The space between you feels like a physical thing. You close it.

The corny, reminiscing conversation can be saved for later. You’re focused on just getting your hands on her. And you can tell she wants it so bad, too.  

Because the first kiss isn’t hesitant at all. You’re colliding into each other with all the pent-up frustration. Her lips are soft but insistent, tasting of sugar and champagne. You detect some of her favorite lipbalm, too. Your hands find her waist, pulling her flush against you, and she melts into the contact with a sigh. The heat between your legs causes you to grind against each other, fighting through the clothes. It’s messy from the very start.

You break for air, foreheads resting together. Your voice is rough. “God, Yuri. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. All night, watching you laugh, that fucking top… I was losing my mind.”

That familiar, challenging glint is back in her eyes. “Took you long enough to do something about it.” But her cheeks are flushed, her breathing uneven.

“Did you really want me to fuck you in the library and get us expelled?”

“No, but if I knew you were this big”—she cups your hardening bulge and you groan—”I would’ve considered it.”

Yuri starts palming you through your pants. Each stroke has you groaning for life against her cheek. You take it as permission to squeeze her plump ass, dragging those ridiculous jeans down. Kiss her again, walking her backwards until her knees hit the edge of your bed. You tumble down together in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

It’s an incredibly sexy sight: Yuri lying back on her arms with only that flimsy top and her matching pink panties. The gaze she’s levelling you with is fucking wicked. You want to pounce on her, get your mouth on those tits, everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

She glances at your cock freed from your clothes and laughs. You’re already leaking. “Impatient much?”

“Impatient? Yuri, I’ve waited a lifetime.”

That shuts her up. Her eyes go wide, then dark. The rest follows—your shirt, her lace, everything—until it’s just skin and heat. You take a moment to just look. Her pale breasts are rising and falling rapidly with each short breath she takes. Her skin is soft and smooth. Each part of her is so pliable and ready for you.

She spreads her legs a little, opening herself up for you. “See something you like?”

“Everything,” you say, and you mean it.

You kiss your way down her body, and her sharp wit dissolves into gasps and moans. They’re not delicate sounds. They’re loud, unfiltered, a little ragged. Start putting your money where your mouth is. A high “ah!” when your tongue finds her hard nipple. Her hold on your hair tightens. You lavish attention on one breast, learning how she likes it, before moving to the other one. You suck a little more firmly, eliciting a low moan that vibrates through her and into you. 

There’s a choked-off curse when your fingers slide through her bare wetness. She’s so fucking turned on and the slick, hot evidence of it makes your head spin.

“Please,” she pants “Now. I need you now.”

You don’t make her ask twice. Even Yuri’s grown tired of waiting. So you guide yourself to her entrance, your eyes locked on hers. There’s a second of perfect, aching tension, and then you push in.

The tight, searing stretch that makes you both groan. You bury your face in her neck, the scent of her perfume and sweat overwhelming. Yuri tries to adjust to your girth but she just squeezes tighter. You start to move, and it’s rough almost immediately, a desperate, driving rhythm born from years of friendship tipping into this. The bedframe knocks a steady beat against the wall.

The rhythm you find is punishing. You swear to god you’re being honest when you say you thought the first time would be romantic. Something straight out of a lovey-dovey novel, just to close off the chapter. If it were up to you, this would go like that. 

But Yuri just does something to you. The alcohol in your systems fuels it. Her pussy grips around you perfectly, a tight sleeve that never lets go. And you can’t even start on how sexy she looks. Your hands find free territory over her bouncing tits. Dip occasionally to her swollen clit. She gets impossibly tighter around you. 

The room fills with the sound of skin against skin, ragged breathing, and the soft, rhythmic creak of the bed. Her pleas in your ear are fragmented, a mix of Korean and breathless, broken mumbles. 

“Fuck,” she breathes out, her head thrown back. “Right there… don’t you dare stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, Yul,” you grit out. You then pull out a little, your dick coated in her wetness. The sound is obscenely wet. “I’m gonna fuck this little pussy until you’re crying.”

Shift her leg higher over your side and snap your hips deeper. The new angle punches a broken cry from her throat. Her voice is a wrecked needy whimper you’ve never heard before.

“Oh, god, daddy! Right there!”

The word is a punch thrown in your gut. It shouldn’t make you feel like this. You didn’t even like being called daddy until you heard that desperate sound from her. Seeing her like this—completely undone, begging, vulnerable—while she calls you that… it sends a brutal surge of heat straight to your core. Your thrusts become more purposeful, harder.

“Say that again.” You don’t recognize your voice anymore. It’s filled with lust. It has infected the rest of your body, from your brain down to the cock that’s ruining her.

“Daddy… you feel so good, daddy. So fucking big inside me.”

You’re both hurtling toward the edge. Her moans are constant now, a sobbing, rhythmic chant of yes, yes, yes. Her body is tightening around you like a coiled spring. It’s stretched to its limits. You feel the exact moment it snaps.

“I’m—d-daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck I’m cumming!”

Her back arches clear off the bed with a raw cry. Yuri’s whole body shakes. Her cunt pulses around you in relentless waves. She clutches at you like you’re the only solid thing in the world. You hold her through it, watching her fall apart. Her cunt still clenches onto you. The sight of her, so thoroughly wrecked and peaceful, is what finally undoes you. A few ragged, deep thrusts later, you follow her over, your own release tearing through you with a groan you feel in your bones.

The only sound is your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city. You’re far too tired to make small talk. Yuri’s still catching her breath beside you.

You can’t move or remember much. It’s the tipsiness biting you back in the ass, you know it. Try to make up for it by kissing your girlfriend on the forehead goodnight. Yuri’s arms wrapped around your neck conjure you sweet dreams. Yuri isn’t crying or alone in them anymore. In this one, she’s still in this small bed with you. She’s not going anywhere.

And you like to believe it isn’t a dream when she murmurs, “You know that TA with the glasses? It was you. There was no one else but you.”

[kesujo]

haven't read this yet but you already know it's gonna be a banger :BSmiley:

[manyuhk-blog]

[kesujo]

throwback

Looking respectfully, ma'am

👀👀

[kesujo]

Do you take requests? I’m hoping for WJSN Bona. I’ve been thinking about her since I saw her in that red dress recently

I do, but it's behind a paywall here:

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otherwise, I usually take 'suggestions' sometimes, but if you want to guarantee that I write an idol, going there is the best option :D