The last syllable of Hyeju’s thought leaves her lips as a groan as she reluctantly releases her hard-earned lungful of her girlfriend’s scent from the pillow she so desperately held against her face.
Today’s the day, she knew—how couldn’t she, with how diligently she had crossed off the days on the little calendar by the hall beside Chaewon’s side of the shoe rack every time she dropped by to feed Bbomi—but…
Still…
God, she couldn’t resist—it’s like Chaewon’s here right now, the way this pillow fits in her arms; it’s similarly petite, similarly fragrant, similarly comfortable—silently loosening her tensed shoulders, silently clearing her dull headache with its presence.
Almost ominously, the sky seems to be a touch greyer once you step outside from your accommodations—pretty strange since it was quite sunny when you ate breakfast and took your showers, but ultimately not a big deal considering that it’s well underway into autumn, practically winter.
Doesn’t look quite as picturesque outside, but it’ll work out, right?
pairing: Chaewon x Male Reader
rating: E for explicit
word count: 1.3k
summary: your childhood friend returns to your small town unexpectedly.
author’s note: potentially the start of a new series? not beta-read as usual.
“Hey, short stack.”
You froze when the childhood nickname reached your ears. It had been years since someone called you that. It was also debatable whether it was an affection nickname or a teasing insult. Either way, you straightened, briefly abandoning your search for a drink in the convenience store. When you turned, your comment died on your lips as you saw who it was.
“…Kim Chaewon?”
Standing there trying to suppress her laughter, and now a whole foot shorter than you, was Kim Chaewon. Your childhood friend; though recently she was more known as a global idol.
You blinked a few times, regaining your composure as you tried to remember how long it been. Eight years? Ten? You couldn’t remember exactly. But while she might not have grown any taller, she had changed. You found yourself staring at her features. Her button nose, her wide-eyes as they stared at you. Her–
i quickly wrote this drabble with no real member of any group in mind and i was about to leave it up to imagination but i decided to change it last second
undeserving of love
pairing: momo x gender neutral reader
word count: 431
angst, fluff
"i don't deserve you."
momo's heart sinks as her eyes dart straight to you. it's written all over your face. the anxiety. the guilt eating you up. the feeling that you're holding her down.
she gently grasps your hand as she scoots a little closer to you. "why do you say that?"
you speak simply and plainly almost not missing a single beat. you say it as if it's been on your mind for a long while. "it's because i really don't. you're... perfect. i'm the person with so much baggage. i'm the person who no one seems to love. i'm a waste of your time. you should be with someone else. one you don't have to worry about every minute. one that can love you to their fullest and can give you what you deserve."
as she listens, her mind grows worried at the words that seemed to flow out of your mouth so easily. at how the way you can think and treat yourself so terribly for so long.
"that isn't true. you know that that i'll never give up on you. never in my lifetime. i'm not like the other people you've been with." she gave you a small smile as she continued," i feel lucky that those people before me couldn't see what i see because then i wouldn't have you."
a single tear falls from your eye. her free hand makes it's way up as you feel her knuckle brush up against your now tear-stained cheek. "i'm lucky that they didn't see that most beautiful universe hidden beneath those eyes of yours. they hold so much truth and beauty as to who you are. the person you've become despite everything you've faced. and that person is phenomenal."
she places a quick and light kiss on your forehead before staring in your eyes with such a dreamy look. one filled with such wonder and curiosity. "i look at you, every single last part of you, and i just can't imagine a life without you now. they didn't look deep enough to see what i see in you. you're my sunshine on a rainy day. you're my light in the dark."
she presses her forehead against yours as the two of you close your eyes. you let out a soft and tearful sigh. almost on the verge of becoming a cry. you can almost hear the smile on her face as she speaks in a soft whisper.
"i'll give you the world everyday until you're finally convinced you deserve it because you deserve nothing less. i love you."
LOONA Olivia Hye x Male Reader | Tags: (Fluff, Smut) | girlfriend!Olivia
A/N 1: A sequel to Sober. Big thanks as always to @kaedespicelatte for beta reading this piece.
A/N 2: Happy birthday to my lovely wife. Hopefully her 21st birthday celebration is much more festive than mine.
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“How long do you think it would’ve taken us to start dating if it wasn’t for that party?”
The cool breeze of the night time wind brings an unparalleled comforting feeling; the same can’t be said for your racing heart as she leans her head on your shoulder. The question floats in the air; a moment of silence and your eyes wander up to the night sky—far from the rest of Seoul; far from the bustling metropolis affixed with skyscrapers and the dreaded sense of urgency they bring. Another midnight drive out to a quaint part of the city; a scenic view providing an opportunity to take a wondrous glance at the skyline. The city remains the same. Your relationship with Hyeju, however, has taken on a new label twenty one years in the making.
She’s now your girlfriend—not just in your recurring dreams in which you envision her in your arms with the brightest smile on her face. It’s not just a wish anymore, when you would spend sleepless nights wondering whether you will ever get the opportunity to date her; whether you even deserved to get such an opportunity in the first place. Every single doubt and worry is buried with each passing day that you can call her yours.
Hands intertwined not only to provide warmth on this cold November night but also to show just how much your relationship with her has grown. “I don’t know.” Rub her hands with yours to provide warmth though the running engine underneath the hood of your car you two are currently sitting on does the same.
“A couple months, maybe? I mean you were making it so obvious that you liked me.” A smirk, then the stinging pain left as she lightly punches you in the arm—cheeks reddening which makes her look even cuter than she already is.
“Jerk. If you knew then why didn’t you say anything, huh?” A playful glare from the wolf as she looks up at you but even the briefest of eye contact at such close proximities makes her extremely shy—which is ironic since she’s always the one that initiates your makeout sessions. Something about the fact that you’re not just her childhood best friend anymore but also her boyfriend is enough to spark the butterflies in her stomach. Years upon years of unrequited love and wondering about the what-ifs has finally paid off. But nothing much has changed between the two of you.
She’s still that same Hyeju you’ve known for the better part of your life. That same Hyeju that you grew up with. That same Hyeju that never fails to grab the opportunity to tease you; that same Hyeju that would always hold hands with you around campus; that same competitive Hyeju you only see during game nights; that same tsundere Hyeju who is so deeply in love with you that she was willing to harbor her feelings for twenty years until she had no choice but to finally reveal her feelings. The only difference is that she’s yours now.
But never beyond your wildest dreams would you have thought that you would be experiencing such a moment with her. You thought you would forever be stuck on the sidelines; perhaps evolve into fuck buddies and never progress any further than that. Or worse, she would find someone better—someone perhaps more deserving of her love and everything it brings to your relationship. But above everything else, you were afraid that you would burn the bridge with your best friend.
“Cuz I didn’t know if you were just playing around. Not trying to get my hopes up, you know?”
A moment of silence fills the atmosphere once again, then you feel her lips make contact with your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Feel the subtle squeeze of her hands; her features illuminated by the full moon as she moves closer to you. “I didn’t want to lose what we had.” A deep exhale creating a trail of vapor in the thin air; her captivating eyes staring deep into your soul; a manifesto of feelings that leaves you scrambling in its wake.
“I don’t want to imagine my life without you.”
Only Hyeju can rip your heart to shreds and build it back up to complete functionality with one statement. Only she can leave you in a whirlwind of emotions with ease. A rare moment of vulnerability from your girlfriend; a side of hers that she only shows to you and no one else. More than the euphoria it provides, it makes you want to protect her with everything you have and to ensure that you will have more moments like these with her.
But the feeling is mutual. One month without her was already hell; and just the thought of living the rest of your life without the only person you care about in the entire universe is a punishment you wouldn’t wish even on your worst enemies. She’s just as important to your existence as it is to breathe. And without her, you are only a shell of yourself.
Rough, calloused hands make their way onto her face. “Fucking hell, Hye….” They shiver as they make contact with her porcelain skin; the gravity of her words and the wintry weather of Seoul makes it an uphill battle to maintain such composure. She’s never one to openly express her feelings, and it’s clear how affected she is by her words just as much as you are.
Likewise you’re equally as capable of taking her breath away just as much as she does with yours. Mere inches separate the two of you as you lean your face dangerously close–you take this opportunity to appreciate just how beautiful she truly is. Not even the seven wonders of the world can compare to the sight in front of you, and you want to cherish every single moment with her as if it’s your last. That’s how much you love Son Hyeju, and she deserves to hear it from you every single day.
“God, I love you so fucking much.”
A supernova of emotions, enough to spark fireworks in her heart. The trembling of her lips; the shakiness of her eyes; the light tint of red on her cheeks; the synchronization of heartbeats signifying a connection spanning two decades. It’s only natural when your lips finally meet hers, arms wrapping carefully around her waist while she does the same to your neck. Unlike your other makeout sessions, this kiss is devoid of lust but rather full of your love and passion for each other.
The way Hyeju whimpers as you gently nibble on her lower lip–tasting her strawberry lip balm; the way you can feel her clutch her fingers around your neck as you slip your cold fingers underneath her hoodie to feel more of her; such actions make her even more resistible and you want to make sure that she knows just how much you cherish her, just how much she means to you. Even more so as you gently lay her on the steel surface, hovering above her as you deepen the kiss.
Whenever you’re with her, nothing else in the world matters. Not the fact that her parents don't necessarily approve of your relationship—they initially thought you two were joking around when you finally made it official. Nor the fact that your own parents don't approve either–they think Hyeju is too much of a “rebel” for their liking. But that’s what makes her more attractive in your eyes; the fact that she’s not like the others; she’s an enigma, your enigma. And considering that you two didn’t even think you would be dating, you could care less about their opinions.
Much more so when she’s squirming and blushing under your touch. Her addictive scent drives you crazier and crazier as you move lower to leave kisses on her neck, placing soft and gentle kisses followed by intense and needy ones—enough to form deep purple marks; enough to show everyone that Hyeju is yours and nothing can take her away from you. More whimpers and soft moans as you finish marking her, leaving her breathless as unfocused eyes try their absolute best to latch on to you. Then another tender kiss on her lips for good measure.
Minus the sound of crickets chirping in the vicinity and your bated breaths, it’s completely silent. Silent enough for you to sense her heart that only beats for you. Brush loose strands of her hair aside; then she flashes that bright, gummy smile of hers–sending shockwaves to your fragile heart like it usually does. Lay down right beside her; feel her soft hand reach out for yours as you return to your original position fifteen minutes ago.
Midnight drives have always been your favorite thing to do with her–even when you two were just childhood best friends that had painfully obvious attraction towards one another; and more so now that you two are dating. There’s something about the tranquility and calmness; the calm despite the storm; the added intimacy of being able to open up to each other without being judged by everyone else. But above all, you can throw everything else away and focus all of your attention on her.
Just like right now as you both look up at the stars. Without the artificial light created by the skyscrapers, they’re much more luminous as they take sole possession of the night sky. Just like how Hyeju has taken sole possession of your entire being. She is irreplaceable, always will be. And even though she does not explicitly state it, she feels the same way about you. Like the laws of physics, such an axiom proved to be true time and time again.
First proof: senior year of high school when she got ditched by her prom date; you’ve never seen her so distraught yet look so stunning at the same time, especially when she spent the entire week talking about how excited she was. She’s never one to cry and to see her on the brink of tears as you comforted her on the passenger seat of your car still haunts you to this day. Needless to say, you spent the rest of the night eating a tub of ice cream with her in your apartment, trying your best to cheer her up even though it isn’t necessarily your forte—while secretly wanting to beat up the idiot that stood her up. It was at that point that she realized how lucky she is to have you by her side.
Second proof: finals week of your freshman year in college when she helped you with a statistics project that you procrastinated on for three months. Did she tell you to work on it early? Yes. Did you receive plenty of scolding from her? Yes, there’s nothing more terrifying—and adorable—than an angry Hyeju. Did you insist heavily that she didn’t have to help you? Yes, but her willpower is way stronger than yours. And with her assistance, you were able to finish it by pulling consecutive all nighters and passed the class with a respectable grade. In return, you took her on a road trip that summer where you made so many memories—a gesture that made her fall in life with you even harder.
A poke on your cheeks as she gives you another kiss on the lips. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been spacing out for like five minutes.”
“Sorry. Just thinking about stuff.”
“Like what?” She sits up and you do the same, feet dangling off the vehicle.
“Like how lucky I am to have you.”
You don’t miss the way she bites her lips to try and hide her smile, turning away from you. “Tch. You and your cheesy words….” This is the fifth time you’ve made her blush in the span of thirty minutes, and it can’t be good for her heart. Flashbacks to your first date arises, when it felt like you two were just meeting each other for the very first time.
There was something familiar about her, yet so different. From the moment you two sat down at that diner you’ve always wanted to bring her to, up until the point when it was time to get the bill and she refused to make you pay for the entire meal. Everything remained the same; the way she laughed, the way she smiled that beautiful smile, the way she complained about how much her unnies teased her, the way she would carefully brush her hair to the side whenever she eats.
Except everything else felt different. She would laugh a little harder at your jokes; she was more confident when it came to holding your hands; she blushed heavily when the waitress asked if you two were a couple—as opposed to her usual disgusted reaction. The atmosphere was different, much more so when she gave you a kiss on the cheeks as you dropped her off at her apartment. You might as well have scored a buzzer-beater with the way you were screaming in joy as soon as she got out of your car.
“Well, clearly you like it.” That she can’t deny, though she will never admit it to you—despite her facial expressions failing to hide anything.
Or perhaps not. “What if I say I do, huh? What are you gonna do?” Despite the hundreds of billions of stars that make up the universe, they can never compare to how much she shines. She may not be as bright and bubbly like Jiwoo and Yerim, or as energetic as Yeojin—but when she’s with you, she’s more confident and comfortable.
“I’m gonna keep on being your cheesy boyfriend then.” A nudge of her shoulders; then she rolls her eyes.
“Hmph, it’s not like I asked for it…” But nothing can beat tsundere Hyeju; when she’s at her cutest and most attractive. Even though the smile on her face negates any chance of you actually believing what she’s saying. If she could, she would tell you to keep saying sweet things to her; though such a request could cause her heart to explode every time you do it. She was never one to be receptive to compliments—but when it’s from you, Hyeju melts into putty.
Two can play that game; and being around each other for such a long time allows you to perfectly counter her bantering. “Weren’t you the one that seduced me that night?” It takes no less than a second for you to receive another punch on the arm, this one much stronger than the previous. And now, her face might as well turn red—only you can cause her to be in such a state of disarray.
“It’s because you were taking too long to make a move, you idiot!” A rare pout from the wolf; burying her face on your shoulders as she tries to hide again. But you weren’t going to let her get away this time. Place a hand on her shoulders as a timid Hyeju confronts you.
“Well I’m sorry too. I was worried about our friendship. Didn’t wanna take such a huge risk.”
“I know, I understand.” Snow begins to fall, gradually turning the surroundings to a bright hue of white. “I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life up until that night. If I screwed everything up, I might never be able to talk to you again. Or do this.” Then she leans over to give you another kiss on the cheeks.
By this point, your own cheeks have turned red as well—thankfully you can use the blistering cold temperature as an excuse. “But you didn’t screw up. And look at us now.”
“Right? I can’t believe it’s been seven months already.” You bring her hand inside the pocket of your hoodie to keep it warm while she snuggles closer to you.
“Yeah, it only felt like yesterday when we finally decided to move in together.” A decision that should have been made a long time ago—except you were worried about what the implication of living with your childhood best friend would be when you were not dating her yet at that time. It turned out to be a wise financial decision as you two expected; she finally had enough money to pay off her car, and you could finally start paying off your bills.
“Oh yeah, speaking of which. You still haven’t told anyone where our new apartment is?”
“No, because the unnies are gonna be there every single damn week and I know you’re gonna hate it.”
“I mean I’m cool with them. I think you’re the one that’s gonna hate it.”
“Well I just don’t have the energy to deal with them at times.”
“I’m glad you have the energy to deal with me then.”
“Well I love you, that’s why. Even though you can be annoying as fuck sometimes.”
A chuckle; even as your girlfriend she still never fails to amaze you. “I love you too, Hye.”
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“Yah! Stop cheating!”
Crushed cans of beer, empty bottles of soju and vodka, empty boxes of pizza and chicken wings, pillows scattered in every direction, a sole blanket covering the two of you, the flashing of the flat-screen TV you two impulsively bought just for the purpose of gaming, sounds of buttons mashing on the Nintendo Switch and her occasional screams, Hyeju looking absolutely adorable in her pajamas—all tell-tale signs of another typical game night on a weekend.
That would be the case except for the half-eaten birthday cake resting on the dinner table, a chocolate mousse cake from her favorite bakery—the way her face lit up as soon as you surprised her is priceless. There’s also chunks of gift wrapper scattered all over the living room; if there’s any proof that Hyeju is loved by her friends, it would be the amount of gifts she received tonight. Oh, and there’s also golden balloons spelling out “Happy birthday, Hyeju” hanging precariously on the wall. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask Yerim and her boyfriend to do it since they just ended up flirting the entire time.
But the surprise party ended up being a success and it’s a twenty-first birthday celebration in the most Hyeju way possible. She refused to let you take her to an expensive restaurant, or buy her any gifts even though you heavily insisted, or make you treat her any differently than you usually would. All she asked for was something simple: to spend more time with you. Maybe it’s because you two are finally adults now; with more responsibilities and problems to deal with; with less time for the simple things in life. And for her birthday, your gift for her is your presence alone.
“It’s not cheating. Just admit I’m finally better than you, Hye.”
A sigh of defeat as she loses another close race in Mario Kart, thanks to a well-timed use of the infamous blue shell. “How did you get a blue shell two laps in a row? That’s not fair!”
“I believe it’s called luck.”
A determined look paints her face, and the competitive side of Hyeju begins to show itself once again. No more cuddling for now, it’s time for her to kick your butt and show who’s the better gamer in this relationship. And for the next thirty minutes, that’s exactly what she does. Out of the next six races, you won exactly none—you were about to win the third one but you decided to let her have it by falling out of bounds on purpose.
A victory dance in her pajamas as she stands up and celebrates like a kid—overflowing joy painting her face. And you can’t help but smile like an idiot—if Hyeju is happy, you’re happy. And if this is the reaction you get everytime she wins, you’ll gladly lose in every single game night from now on. “See? I told you I’m still better than you.”
“So what do you wanna do now?” You pull her back down towards the couch to resume your cuddle and she thankfully reciprocates your hug as she leans her head on your shoulder.
“I wanna play another game, but I’m kinda tired.”
A gentle kiss on her lips, the taste of grape-flavored soju lingering in her mouth. It’s time for you to reveal your gift to her; save the best for last. “Let me take care of you tonight, then.”
“What are you tal–”
In one swift motion you have managed to carry her in your arms bridal style and to your surprise, she’s not hitting you with a barrage of complaints—perhaps it’s the alcohol, maybe she was expecting this tonight. A few quick steps and you are able to open the door to your shared bedroom with ease. Her eyes look at you with a mixture of lust and confusion, much more so when you place her on the bed and immediately move yourself on top of her. Her alluring eyes invites you, along with a bite of her lip as she carefully studies your face.
“I want to give you my gift.”
Then with unbridled hunger, you smash your lips into hers; an immediate response is what you get as she wraps her legs around your waist to pull you closer to her. You can feel your cock hardening and you know Hyeju can as well with the way her moans and whimpers are increasing in volume as you grind your clothed length on her. You know she’s wet and just the image of her drenched thighs is enough to send your lust into overdrive. Sex with Hyeju never gets old and it never will.
Pull away briefly to take off your shirt and you do the same for her, grabbing the hem of the soft fabric of her pajamas and inching it upwards to reveal her tight and immaculate body only for you to see; her top eventually joins the discarded pile on the floor and underneath the warm lights of your shared bedroom she looks absolutely ethereal. Her signature triangular shaped lips are agape, chest heaving slightly as she tries to catch her breath, fingers clutching the sheets as she anticipates your next move. A hand reaches out to cup her clothed breasts while you engage in another round of kissing with her, feeling her moan as your hands begin to roam her body.
“Hmph!”
Even more so as you make your way down to her jawline and her neck, faint marks of the hickey you left a week ago still apparent. She’s squirming even as your lips are barely grazing her sweat-glazed skin, sensitivity reaching near meteoric levels. Her addictive scent infiltrates your senses as you begin to mark her once again, replacing the old hickeys with much more intense and darker ones. You change it up once in a while; a lick, a bite, a kiss—all serving to make her squirm and whimper under your touch even more, every reaction from her just urges you to pleasure her even more.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you Hye.” Shivers sent down her spine as you breathe heavily, each exhale making contact with her skin. But hearing such words from you is what makes her heart swoon, causing her lust to drive up much higher than usual compared to your other intimate nights together. Thank goodness you can’t see just how red her cheeks are at this moment. You are never one to explicitly tell her such things and to hear it from you tonight is going to cause her fragile heart to explode—and she needs to do something, anything to maintain her composure.
“You talk too much, you idiot.” Thank goodness you’re wearing sweatpants because she is able to pull it down with ease along with your boxers, revealing your hardened member that’s twitching and yearning for her. It always dumbfounded her as to how erect you can get, but she’s not going to wait any longer with a feast in front of her eyes. With newfound strength, she switches position with you so that she’s now on top.
“If you’re gonna offer me your dick as your gift, then I can decide what I can do with it, right?” You gulp, it’s rare to see Hyeju take control in bed. If there was any place where she isn’t keen to assert her will, it’s the bedroom. She would just let you have your way with her and pleasure her however you can. And seeing this side of her just causes more precum to drip out of you.
Excited, you nod as if it’s your birthday and not hers. “Sur—“ Lean your head back as she slowly wraps her dainty fingers around your length, beginning to pump you at an excruciatingly slow pace. You can’t control the needy groans coming out of your mouth—not when she’s giving you a seductive look. But it’s hard to maintain control once she pauses briefly to take off her pants, revealing those delicious thighs that you just want to dive in on and as you expected, her panties are already drenched.
“H-Hyeju, shit…”
Then she goes back to pumping your length, this time increasing the pace while fondling your balls. The pleasure multiplies tenfold and you don’t know where Hyeju got this sudden burst of confidence from but underneath the warm lights, she’s going to cause you to explode much faster than you would prefer. But you don’t have the energy to tell her, with each stroke of your length only causing the familiar tension to build in your stomach. It’s hard to focus on anything and you miss the smirk on her face as she continues to give you pleasure. Your breath gets shorter and shorter, more precum dripping all over your sheets. Just one more…
“Wait.” Just as the tension is about to break, Hyeju comes to an abrupt stop. Dazed and confused, you look up at her with your cock twitching rapidly, aching to explode in her hands and possibly paint her beautiful face with your semen. And it really might as well be your birthday because she pushes you further up the bed until you reach the headboard and begins to make her way back down to your length again.
“I wanna taste you.” Before you can even process the words that just came out of her mouth, she’s already moving down south as her face comes dangerously close to your cock. Then a curious tongue licks across the slit of your length, sending waves of electricity down your spine, enough for you to curl your toes as she carefully takes you into her mouth. It takes her numerous times to get adjusted to you, using her hands to stroke you and lubricate you using her saliva to make it easier for her.
In the back of your head, you’re still wondering just where she learned such skills. But all coherent thoughts disappear into the cosmos when you can feel your tip hit the back of her throat, signaling that she’s finally able to take you all the way in. The warmth and suction that her mouth provides is comparable to that of her pussy, and you might have just found your new favorite sex act after tonight. Especially when she proceeds to bob her head up and down leaving you once again breathless and groaning. Lewd sounds of her mouth taking you in so well is enough to send you the brink of the edge and the sight of her absolutely loving it is ethereal.
It doesn’t take too long before you can feel the tension beginning to grow again. “Hye, I’m gonna cum!”
You try to remove Hyeju off of you, signaling her of your impending orgasm but it only makes her bob her head up and down that much faster and you can hear her try to say something but it’s difficult given her mouth is full of your cock. And having been blue-balled already, it only takes a few more pumps for you to explode in her mouth. A loud groan escaping your lips as you empty shot after shot of thick, white semen. Her mouth is too warm and for someone that’s giving a blowjob for the first time, she is too good. The result is an orgasm that’s as strong as when you first had sex with her.
Hyeju removes her mouth and coughs immediately as she tries to swallow all of your cum, with some dripping down the side of her mouth due to your heavy load. Guilt immediately strikes you and you grab a box of tissues from the bedside table and hand it to her. She takes it and begins to wipe herself with it. “S-Shit Hye, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, I was the one that wanted it.” Her gummy smile appears once again, as if she didn’t just give you an extremely intense orgasm. “Plus, you tasted delicious like I expected.” You’ve already cum once and you’re embarrassed by the way your length quickly shoots back to full-mast with her words. And it doesn’t help when she gets off the bed and proceeds to take off her bra and panties, revealing her plentiful breasts and thighs already dripping with desire.
But it’s unfair that it’s only you on the receiving end of the mind-blowing pleasure, especially since it’s her birthday. And despite wanting to just pound her already and feel those luscious thighs wrapped around you, you want to service her. That’s why you grab her arms and pull her towards you, flipping positions once again so that you’re back on top. Give her a quick kiss on the lips before making your way down to her neck, making sure to leave more deep, purple marks for her to have a hard time trying to hide. You do the same with her shoulders and collarbones; but your hands aren’t idle as they make their way towards her pussy, already drenching your sheets.
“A-Ahh!”
Slowly but carefully, you stick one finger in. You can feel her throat vibrate as you continue to leave kisses. As always, she’s so wonderfully tight despite being so wet. It’s a miracle that she’s able to take in your length so well when she clenches so tightly with just one, measly finger. Having made sure that not even makeup would be able to hide the hickeys, you move further down south to her breasts. You use a free hand to gently knead her right breast while you immediately dive in on her left breast, sucking harshly on the stiff nipple due to arousal.
You are easily able to find her g-spot and hit it with each thrust of your finger inside her. You make sure to give both breasts equal attention as you switch your target to her right breast, sucking on the flesh. With two points of pleasure, Hyeju is melting into putty as she wraps her arms tightly around your necks. Beautiful and lustful moans of your name reverberate throughout the bedroom and you just want to drink it all in. Being more daring, you decide to add another finger to the mix.
“F-Fuck, so good!”
“Cum for me, Hye. Please.” You stare at her beautiful eyes, pleading and begging for such a sweet release. And as her boyfriend, you are more than delighted to make such a request happen. It only takes a few more thrusts for the dam to finally break and with one final moan of your name, she leaks all over your fingers and the bed sheets. Regretfully, you take your face off of her breasts to give her a deep and passionate kiss as she comes down from her own orgasm. Brush loose strands of disheveled hair aside as she tries to regain her breath and focus.
It takes her a few minutes to get her bearings but just like a wolf in heat, she’s ready to pounce on you again as she gets on top of you. She’s completely drenched in sweat just like you are and that just makes her even more attractive in your eyes. This might be the most passionate night of lovemaking you two have had so far and the fact that it’s on her birthday nonetheless makes it even more special. Take a break to appreciate this moment, to appreciate her. Sit up to meet her face-to-face, leaning in slowly to give her a passionate kiss on the lips. You two let the kiss run its course until the biological need to breathe forces an end to the lip lock.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
A wide smile that you reciprocate; then she nods—she knows you too well and is aware that you won’t proceed any further until she’s ready. There were no more words needed to be said as she carefully aligned herself with your length. You wrap your arms around her waist as she does the same to your neck. Muffle her moans by engaging in another kiss, feeling her whimper as you swirl your tongue around hers. As she bottoms out, a guttural groan escapes her mouth as the kiss ends.
It’s incredible how she’s still so tight despite one orgasm already down the drain. And the suffocating warmth of her walls envelopes your cock in a delightful sensation that leaves you very much in the same state as her. Once she’s gotten used to your length, she begins to bounce up and down—matching your thrusts as you are able to find her g-spot once again with ease. This action causes a high-pitched moan to escape her mouth as she wraps her arms around you much tighter.
“P-Please, you’re fucking me so well…”
A hand creeps up to her breast while the other roams around her body. From her butt to her thighs to her hips—anything to relieve the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling. Meanwhile she’s already left plenty of scratch marks on your back that will surely sting by tomorrow morning—moans traveling directly to your ears as she rests her chin on your shoulder. Hyeju riding you is your favorite position; not only do you get to see her breasts bouncing hypnotizingly but you also get a full view of her in pleasure using your cock as the tool.
But tonight has been a night full of firsts and you truly want to make this memorable. With the very minimal amount of energy you have left you stand up from the bed with Hyeju wrapping her limbs tightly around you. You rest your hands on the back of her thighs to support her as more high-pitched moans leave her mouth at the new angle, your cock driving deeper into her pussy with the aid of gravity. Your years of working out in the gym with her has paid off for this very moment as you easily lift her into your arms and continue to thrust upwards into her.
It’s absolutely hot, the way she’s clinging on to you for dear life as she comes crashing back down onto you after every pump. More sweat drips down your bodies along with the juices that are constantly leaking out of her. Take her in for another kiss as her nails continue to leave dark, red marks on your shoulders and back. Carefully, you lean her onto the wall as you try to maintain the unrelenting pace. She’s clenching tightly around your length which could only mean that she’s close to another orgasm.
But with how turned on you have been for the entire night, you’re close to your own orgasm as well. Despite that, her pleasure comes first above everything else so you angle your thrusts to aim for Hyeju’s g-spot once again and she’s on the brink of tears as the pleasure meter reaches full-throttle. Dive down for her breasts again and as you take a nipple into your mouth, she screams your name as she reaches her peak for the second time and with how much tighter she’s become, this is much stronger than the first one. Her juices begin to drip down both of your thighs and onto the floor.
And you weren’t that far off. Thanks to the added lubrication of her orgasm, it becomes that much simpler to pound her and thrust into her. With a few more thrusts, you groan into her neck as you fill her with ribbons upon ribbons of semen. The excess drips out of her pussy and joins the fluids resulting from your lovemaking on the floor.
On wobbly legs, you manage to safely bring her back to the bed—not caring about the fluids you two just left on the floor. You two were a mess, but a good mess. Everything feels sticky and hot but Hyeju doesn’t care and neither do you. Shower can wait until tomorrow—and maybe you’ll have to help her clean herself again just like after that fateful night. Maybe her friends will tease you again because of the hickeys you’ve made. Maybe you’ll go on another date, perhaps a thousand more. Everything can wait, because you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with her.
Take this moment to appreciate her once again, as she slowly drifts to sleep with her head resting on your chest. You would gladly spend more birthdays with her, more game nights with her, more days with her. So as long as you can keep seeing that beautiful smile of hers and everything else that makes you deeply in love with her. Place a kiss on her lips softly as you utter the words you didn’t get the chance to directly say to her today:
(Trigger Warning : this story will include kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, controlling behaviour and Smut, I do not condone any of the behaviour I've written about)
Ryujin had never planned to do this originally, she didn't want it to go this far, but you gave her no choice, she was going to make you love her, no matter what it took so she ended up taking matters into her own hands
That's how you ended up in the situation you were in now, tied up in what looks like a basement with the grey haired girl watching you sleep waiting for the drugs to wear off and for you to come back to consciousness, you had been abducted by 2 of Ryujin's friends, Han and I.N who had picked you up as you were walking home, covering your mouth with a chloroform filled cloth, knocking you out instantly and chucking you in the back of their van and driving you to Ryujin's secluded holiday home just like she had ordered
Ryujin had been watching you for about 3 Hours by the time you woke up, there was a pain in your head and bruises on your arms from the 2 guys manhandling you into the van, you grimaced reaching up to touch your head but realising you couldn't move your arms, as you looked around not recognising your surroundings you noticed Ryujin sat diagonally across from you, smiling at you brightly and coming closer "hi my baby" she said making you confused, of course you knew who she was from seeing her round campus and when she'd come I to the shop you worked at on weekends but none of this answered why you were here, tied up, and with Ryujin calling you her baby
You furrowed your brows at her before saying "don't call me that and why the fuck am I here....let me go?" For some reason this made Ryujin Laugh before getting up and walking towards you caressing you face, any other time you would've probably leant into the gentle touch but now was not the time.
"That's not going to happen princess.... you're staying with me ...for however long it takes" her words giving you zero clarity and making you angry causing you to move around trying to get out of the ropes but failing , you said heavily before glaring at Ryujin then asking "however long what takes?" You watched Ryujin as she walked behind you, feeling her breath on the back of your neck giving you chills and she crouched down, licking a stripe up your neck before whispering in your ear "you'll see" and biting on your earlobe
You let out another sigh, this time, partly from frustration but more so because her actions were slightly turning you on
"Well can you at least untie me" you asked exasperation clear in your tone, you saw the look on Ryujin's face soften because she wanted to untie you but she couldn't, at least not yet, she had to get your trust first to make sure you didn't run away from her, "sorry angel no can do" you rolled your eyes at her but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying her calling you cute pet names
Another few hours had past in relative silence other than your sighs and Ryujin attempting to calm you down with sweet words whenever you got worked up, until your stomach growled causing Ryujin to get up instantly, asking what you wanted, not wanting you to go hungry, she wanted to prove that she could give you everything you'd ever need, starting with getting you whatever food you desired at that moment in time, so following your wishes she ordered you pizza, you asked for one but Ryujin ordered you pretty much everything else on the menu too
As you were waiting for food you attempted again to ask Ryujin why she was doing this and this time her answer shocked you, you never expected her to tell you she loves you, you laughed at first thinking she was joking but the look of hurt on her face told you that she was being serious so you stopped laughing and went to grab her hand, forgetting they were still tied, and saying "you know there's other ways to go about it, you didn't have to kidnap me Ryujin" this time it was her turn to sigh before looking you deeply in the eyes and saying "well it's too late now and I'm not letting you go until I know that you love me back" you couldn't help but smile at her twisted logic as you shook your head, knowing that her plan might already be beggining to work as you scanned her face, trying your best not to find her whisker dimples adorable as she smiled at you back, her eyes lingering on your lips slowly leaning in until you were both brought out of whatever moment you were having by the doorbell , Ryujin shushing you as she went to collect the food
You didn't have to stay quiet, you could shout for help, you could get out of there, but you didn't, you stayed quiet just like Ryujin had told you because part of you actually wanted to stay with her, the short girl intriguing you, you wanted to get to know more of her minded, no matter how twisted the current situation was you actually liked her, you knew she wouldn't hurt you, so you just stayed waiting for her in the basement
maybe her magnitude was too strong, or maybe it was your will that was too weak
angst, suggestive, some fwb stuff goin on, part 2?
nayeon's eyes lingered over your exposed back; she watched as you pulled your hair back into a tie, exposing your neck for a moment, her eyes grazing over the thin layer of sweat.
"leaving so early? not even a round two, or a kiss goodbye?" she grinned.
this whole idea sparked when you and nayeon spent a little too long together after some house party. complaining about the lack of fish in the sea that was the university you both had attended. after about a half hour of complaints leaving your mouth, nayeon had something to say herself.
"what if we hooked up?"
nayeon was a lot of things, but she was certainly not shy, especially never failing to fluster you with endless compliments of how much she loved your body, or how hot she saw you. so could you say you were shocked when your best friend asked this? not really.
and so, two months of endless calls that would ring in at later hours of the night. in fact, the last time you two had hung out when the sun was out was probably the day of that stupid party.
you huffed in response to her comment, grabbing whoevers shirt to slip on over your torso. upon the neckline rolling over your head, it was obvious whos it was, the familiar fragrance that you'd been drowning in for months engulfing you once again.
"i have to get home nayeon." you grumbled, letting your hands run over the icy hardwood of her floor in search of pants. the moonlight couldn't illuminate the room enough for your current task to be easy.
"come on, just one more. i think i've gotten addicted to your taste." nayeon smiled, watching as you sped your pursuit for pants.
"nayeon." you sighed, trying not to give into whatever temptations her words gave you.
"yes, angel?" she hummed, slight worry in her tone, meanwhile you shuddered, feeling hot tears already pooling in your eyes. maybe it was the pet name that reminded you of how you and nayeon used to be, or maybe it was the way the name felt so natural-- felt like something you needed.
to say you were stuck in nayeon's orbit was an understatement, a huge one. with a weak will that broke whenever she pressed her fingers into you or traced your skin; admiring you like you'd been carved by the gods, it felt like an escape wouldn't be easy.
"i've gotta go." you murmured, voice weak, breaking mid-speech and definitely loud enough for nayeon to hear.
"is something wrong?" she sounded more than worried now.
your hands finally gripped sweats, and not caring who they belonged to, you hastily put them on, grabbing your phone and keys from the pocket-- thank whatever god watching you that these pants were yours.
you glanced at the door, memories of only hours ago rushing through your mind
"nayeonnie? are you alright?" before you could speak out for her again, you were shoved into the door, hands instantly roaming your body and a passionate kiss pressed against your lips.
"nothing wrong, nayeon. but i have to get home." you said, grabbing the doorknob and slipping out before turning to meet her eyes, tears almost spilling at the sight.
she was sitting on the bed, in a similar state of distress; tears pooling, pout formed, and brows furrowed, her arms in her lap, and slight shakes coursing her body.
"goodnight, nayeon."
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