lipsoul things

lipsoul hcs/prompt blog | no minors | she/her

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hi this lipsoul prompt blog pls love me

Rules

-no minors

-no men

-no rape/dubcon

-no ageplay/regression

ao3

kofi

twt

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SOMEHOW HAD A KID?!!?!???!!!,!

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Honeybaby update? 🥺

YES IM TRYING IM SORRY IM SO BUSY BECAUSE I SOMEHOW HAD A KID JUST LIKE THE FIC AND HAD TO GET MY LIFE TOGETHER AND GET A CAREER AND EVERYTHING AND THEN FORGOT HOW TO WRITE BUT I SWEAR IT’S COMING 😭😭😭😭

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Jinsouls kinks?

Jinsoul prob a panty sniffer idk

- okay lactation kink obviously

- Breeding kink no condom raw

- Spanking

- She likes getting pegged mostly bc I want to see it

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honeybaby update when loona is ot12 again

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What's the size of jinsouls balls?

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Remember when you had that one person who would comment on honey baby and they’d ask the most outrageous questions ever💀

right like why do u need to know the size of jinsoul’s balls

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Do u think lipsoul are one and done type of parents or do they have like a whole village of kids

ONE AND DONE

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Dear author, just wanted you to know I read bush fic with Nasty on loop 🫶

IS SOMEBODY GONNA MATCH MY FREAK

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'canon'-verse | g!p but it's not about that | h!p (hairy pussy) |2,421 words | this fic is so sappy omg don't read unless you're into that

It’s well past 1 in the morning as Jungeun enters her lone apartment. With the second Seoul concert completed, Jungeun feels accomplished, proud, sentimental, and tired. Her heart is filled with many emotions. But most of all, she just feels sweaty. 

Jungeun rids herself of her clothing, desperately needing a shower. She sighs under the warm water, letting the long day wash off of her. She glances down, watching the water run down her body until the patch of hair between her legs catches her attention. She’s been so busy lately with nonstop comeback promotions and then straight to concert prep that she’s neglected grooming that certain part of her body. It’s not visible to anyone else and Jinsol has been way too busy to even touch her there as well, but still, Jungeun is meticulous when it comes to her body grooming. Jungeun vows to take care of it the next day. For now? She just needs her bed.

Stepping out of the shower and into a white towel, Jungeun takes the time to hairdry her hair, brush her teeth, and apply her skincare products. Once finished, she heads to her bed only to be greeted with a lanky body already laying in it.

Jungeun shrieks in surprise, hands gripping the towel around her and Jinsol smiles sheepishly before laughing at her. Jungeun huffs in annoyance. “Why are you here?”

Jinsol answers her softly, “I missed you.”

On the outside, Jungeun scoffs. “We just saw each other.” On the inside though, she melts because after a long eight years together, most of those days being 24/7, Jinsol still never tires of her.

Like clockwork, sensing that her walls have been dropped just as quickly as they’ve been put up, Jinsol gets up from her place on Jungeun’s bed and wraps her long arms around a toweled Jungeun. Jungeun softens even more, welcoming the comfort Jinsol instantly gives her. Her head automatically rests on Jinsol’s shoulder. She could fall asleep right now.

“You were amazing,” Jinsol compliments her. 

Jungeun breathes in, Jinsol’s scent wafting through her nostrils. She smells sweaty and any other time Jungeun would be annoyed but instead she smiles at the thought of Jinsol ditching her shower and rushing over to see Jungeun. “You were, too,” Jungeun says softly into her shoulder.

“I know,” Jinsol replies and Jungeun can hear the teasing smirk in her voice. Jungeun lifts her head to look right at Jinsol’s face. Jinsol has sleep in her eyes and Jungeun can feel it in her own eyes too.  

“You’re staying here?”

Jinsol nods, then pauses. “Er, if you’ll let me…”

Jungeun smiles a wordless approval, holding Jinsol’s face in her hands and leaning in for a short kiss. When she pulls back, Jinsol chases her, lips fully pressing onto Jungeun’s once more, harder this time so that Jungeun’s lips part for her. There’s no intensity behind Jinsol’s kiss but she guides Jungeun with purpose, lips softly and intently moving against her. 

When Jinsol finally pulls back, Jungeun is breathless and Jinsol’s eyes twinkle with need and a hint of pride that she can disarm Jungeun so easily. Jinsol pinches the front of Jungeun’s towel  and then gives it a few light tugs.

Like always during moments like these, Jungeun’s body wants to automatically yield to Jinsol, almost letting her pull the towel open but then she’s suddenly reminded that she’s not ready yet. She hasn’t groomed herself perfectly for Jinsol. She brings her arm up in front of her, clutching the towel to keep it tightly closed.

Jinsol’s eyebrows shoot up in confusion and then wrinkle in concern. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes at the same time Jungeun does too. “You’re tired and this is the last thing you’d want to do-“

“No, Sol,” Jungeun cuts her off and places her hand on Jinsol’s bicep. “I want to so badly,” she pouts up at Jinsol cutely, softly squeezing her arm. “But…” She bites her lip, unsure of how to word it in a classy way while Jinsol stares at her patiently. Jungeun gives up and settles on, “I’m hairy.”

Jinsol looks confused, her eyes roam over Jungeun’s face, down her chest and arms, past the towel and finally down her legs. Jungeun’s skin is milky soft and smooth, Jinsol knows this by sight. She brings her eyes back to Jungeun’s face and looks at her quizzically until it finally dawns on her and Jinsol’s eyes widen in delight, eyes trailing down her body one more time with a hint of a smile on her lips.

Jungeun’s face burns up in embarrassment and before she can tilt her body away from Jinsol’s eyes, Jinsol reaches for her and grabs her by the hips, pulling her in close so all they share is one breath and Jungeun can feel the rise and fall of Jinsol’s chest against her own.

Once more, Jinsol takes Jungeun’s towel between her fingers and gives it two firm tugs. “Can you show me?” She whispers, voice heavy with lust, that Jungeun can’t help being affected.

But before Jungeun can answer, Jinsol disappears in front of her, dropping down onto her knees in front of Jungeun. Hands still on Jungeun’s hips, Jinsol presses her face into Jungeun’s stomach, sighing into the softness of her towel. Jungeun rests her hands on Jinsol’s head, softly stroking her hair. 

Jinsol slips her hands beneath the towel, thumbs softly caressing the sides of Jungeun’s thighs. “You’re perfect to me, you know that?”

Jinsol sits back on her feet to look up at Jungeun, making sure she heard her, making sure that Jungeun knows she’s being sincere. Jungeun settles her hands on Jinsol’s cheeks as she fixes her stare into Jinsol’s own deep brown eyes. They haven’t shared a moment this intimate in so long, the eye contact intense because of how much they want each other after months of abstinence.

Jinsol slowly moves her hands higher up along Jungeun’s thighs and towards her hips. The bottom of the towel bunches up, riding along with Jinsol’s upward movement. Jinsol moves higher until she holds Jungeun by the waist and the towel is out of the way of what she wants to see the most. 

Jinsol’s breathing noticeably deepens and her eyes flicker up at Jungeun one last time before she leans in and places her lips onto Jungeun’s muscled thigh. Jungeun’s breath catches in her throat and she nearly teeters in place until her hands find support on Jinsol’s shoulders. 

Jungeun softly pants as Jinsol trails kisses up the front of her thigh. Jinsol has taken her so many times over the years, yet she savors each and every part of Jungeun over and over like she wants to imprint her in her mind, like she’s making sure she never lets Jungeun feel less than wanted. Jungeun feels so bare, emotionally and physically, exposed and embarrassed, but then Jinsol kisses the spot where Jungeun’s pelvis meets her thigh and her eyes flutter as a soft moan leaves her lips.

Jinsol has her in juxtaposition, driving her crazy while keeping her collected and grounded. Jinsol hasn’t even entered her but she could fall apart for her right now. Jungeun glances down and Jinsol’s mouth has found itself right where she needs her. Jinsol kisses Jungeun over her patch of hair again and again, soft and sweet before Jinsol straightens onto her knees and kisses just below Jungeun’s navel. Jinsol's eyes burn right into Jungeun. “You’re so sexy, you know that?” 

Of course Jungeun knows this but she loves hearing it over and over straight from Jinsol’s mouth.

Before Jungeun can say anything, Jinsol brings her fingers up between Jungeun’s thighs. She swipes her fingers through the damp hair, slow and soft, before pressing more firmly and making direct contact with wet flesh. Jinsol accustoms herself to Jungeun after months of not having her like this. Jinsol explores the folds here, collects her wetness onto her fingertips and rubs the wet pussy in front of her. She teases her clit with firm circles as Jungeun moans above her and lurches herself forward. Jinsol removes her hand, steadies Jungeun above her and brings her wet fingers back down to her thighs. Her touch lightly dances along the sensitive skin, leaving behind wet traces of Jungeun’s own arousal as she hesitantly asks, “Can I have you like this?”

So many thoughts race through Jungeun’s mind. Thoughts of riding Jinsol’s fingers right there, of gripping Jinsol’s head in her hands with her leg hooked over Jinsol’s shoulder, or even just settling onto the floor and dropping onto Jinsol’s dick again and again but Jungeun declines with a soft, “No.” It’s nearly 3 in the morning. Her energy cannot keep up after two nights of concerts.

Jinsol is taken aback and Jungeun finds this funny.

“The bed, unnie.”

Jinsol gets up onto her feet. Immediately, she kisses Jungeun on her forehead, nose, then lips. Finally, at that moment, Jungeun undoes the towel completely and lets it fall to her feet. Jinsol is enamored but suddenly hyper aware of how clothed she is herself. She quickly sheds her clothing, shrugging her hoodie off and dropping her pants down her legs then kicking them across the room. There’s a wet patch of arousal at the front of her boxers and Jungeun wants to lick the spot so badly.

Jungeun lightly pushes Jinsol backwards until her legs hit the bed and the older girl is forced down onto her back. Jinsol shifts herself back until her head hits Jungeun’s pillows and Jungeun crawls her way after Jinsol to settle herself atop the older girl’s hips. 

But that’s not where Jinsol wants her. Jinsol places her hands on Jungeun’s ass, lightly urging her forward with a soft pull. “Come up here.”

Jungeun raises a brow in confusion.

“Sit on my face.” It’s hot coming from Jinsol’s low and deep register, butterflies filling Jungeun’s stomach and chest and the place she needs Jinsol most. She crawls further along Jinsol’s body, until her thighs settle on either side of her head and her hands grip the headboard for support. She can feel Jinsol’s heavy breath along the soft skin of her thighs. 

Jinsol fills her hands with Jungeun’s thick thighs, turning her head and placing kisses all along the inside. Jinsol whispers between kisses, inaudible to Jungeun that she can’t tell if they’re dirty or sweet but really it’s all the same to her right now.

Jinsol’s hands slide up Jungeun’s hips and with some guidance, she lowers Jungeun onto her mouth. Jinsol’s tongue pushes through the patch of hair, parting Jungeun’s lower lips before making contact with her warm flesh. Her pubic hair tickles her nose but Jinsol can only focus on how Jungeun’s so wet that she coats Jinsol’s whole mouth in arousal. Her tongue swipes along her slit over and over and pleasure travels up along Jungeun’s spine and her thighs tremble around Jinsol’s face. 

Jungeun pants between sharp, girlish moans. Jinsol has barely started but Jungeun feels like she could finish just from a few more strokes. Her hips move on their own accord in response to each lick of her clit, Jinsol’s tongue moving deliciously along her. With one hand on the headboard, Jungeun reaches the other between her legs, hand entangling itself into Jinsol’s hair as she grinds herself harder onto her mouth. “J-Jinsol,” she moans. 

Jinsol’s hands stroke and squeeze any part of Jungeun she can get to before finally settling onto her ass. Jinsol grips her in each hand, spreading her ass apart and Jungeun groans in embarrassment, head falling forward to rest on her forearm in front of her.

Jungeun can only babble, pant, and moan. A stream of curses interspersed with Jinsol’s name and “Unnie!” Jinsol goes from swirling her tongue over Jungeun’s folds to attaching her mouth to her wet pussy with harsh sucks. Jungeun’s movements grow hiccuped and frantic and Jinsol grips her by the hips with bruising force. She pulls Jungeun harder onto her mouth, fully buries herself inside Jungeun’s folds. Her thighs go from small trembles to full on shaking. Jungeun chokes around her moans, Jinsol pushing her closer towards the edge.

Jungeun can feel Jinsol exploring her backside, fingers snaking their way to the crack of her ass and Jungeun’s face burns up even more. Jinsol’s middle finger finds her puckered hole and she prods and strokes the sensitive rim. Finally, this is what coaxes Jungeun past her limits. Her back arches and she cries out as she comes apart on top Jinsol’s mouth. Her orgasm ripples through her core like a wave, deep in her lower belly and up through her chest. 

Jinsol continues to touch her through it, sucking up everything Jungeun has to give her. Until the sensitivity is too much and Jungeun halfheartedly lifts her hips off of Jinsoul. Sitting back on Jinsol’s chest, Jungeun can fully see the outcome of their sex, Jinsol’s entire lower face wet with her arousal, lips swollen as she puffs her cheeks out with a smile.

Embarrassed, Jungeun removes herself from Jinsol and settles beside her in bed. Jinsol wipes her mouth with the back of her hand but it’s no use because there’s so much of Jungeun left behind. Jinsol turns to the younger girl, Jungeun’s cheeks tinged with red, and she instantly picks up what’s wrong. 

Jinsol wraps an arm around her waist and pulls Jungeun into her body. Deciding to bring attention to herself to ease Jungeun’s embarrassment, Jinsol announces, “I haven’t cum that hard in months.”

Jungeun looks at her in confusion. They both drop their gaze to Jinsol’s underwear and the entire front of her boxers is wet with cum. This breaks Jungeun’s uneasiness as she softly giggles at Jinsol’s inability to control herself.

Jinsol gets in her space. “Is that funny to you?”

Jungeun lightly pushes her away. “Ew, Jinsol. You’re all sweaty.” 

Jinsol pouts. “You weren’t complaining just a moment ago?” Jinsol doesn’t bring up the fact that Jungeun had worked up a sweat just now too.

But Jungeun doesn’t budge. So Jinsol takes the shortest shower of her life and comes back to Jungeun sleeping soundly in her bed, face down with her back freely open for Jinsol’s enjoyment. Jinsol carefully leans over her and kisses the ribbon tattoo behind Jungeun’s ribs. And Jinsol is dead tired but she takes in Jungeun’s full form, knowing she won’t get another moment like this for another four months.

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Missing honeybaby lipsoul time for my nth read

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Lipsoul prompt.

officer!jungeun pulls jinsouls car (chronic speeder tsk tsk) and

Knocking on the glass jungeun waited till it rolled down and revealed the cute blonde who broke 10 road safety regulationsand was going thousand miles an hour on a random Tuesday evening, "Ma'am i need to see your license or some kind of identification." said jungeun.

Jinsoul wordlessly pulls her tshirt up, revealing a bold tattoo of her name just above her navel. "There u go," she even jutted her hip up to make sure the officer got a good look. "The o and u were switched tho my tattoo artist was dyslexic :/"

Jungeun left speechless (and maybe a lil too horny). "Step out of the car!!" She yelled

Jinsoul was totally confused, thinking what possibly she could have done wrong, I mean she did what the hot officer lady asked, right

Stepping out and facing the officer, "what do you want" jinsoul asked,holding the bridge of her nose and trying hard not to burst into flames "i said. Show me your license. Or identification. " jungeun ordered, with gritted teeth.

Jinsoul blinked, then reached for her tshirt again -

"NOT THAT. Are you fucking with me!?" Jungeun yelled, exasperated.

Should I continue or not I think it's stupid hahahahshkjsd but I dunno

pls write it instead of me I’m entertained 🤭

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oh i want that link now please

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here 🥹

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whats honey baby

my fic 🥹

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i saw ur tweet abt adding 5 words to honey baby we will wait 4eva for u lipsoulbox mwah mwah

it’s coming I swear 🥹❤️

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i just checked my twitter in what felt like forever and saw that you were back :') i know you said you're done with writing but i'm glad you're at least still around!

Thank youuu 🥹❤️

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Hiii I’m done writing for good and I’m closing this blog god bless 🤭🙏