angst where gaeul sees nahyo, ssamkkura, etc and starts feeling jealous because yujin isn't as affectionate with her and starts resenting her being picked leader but she keeps bottling it up until she accidentally blurts out a "must be nice being picked leader" in the middle of practice do you see the vision 👀
omg
and esp cuz gaeul was the trainee leader back in their trainee days until iz*one disbanded and yujin + wony joined them in training thats when gaeul lost her leader position to yujin. maybe gaeul has a little resentment from that time, but being trainee leader was really exhausting so at the time she was really happy yujin became the leader of ive.
in the beginning, yujin was focused on being a good leader---focused on arranging schedules, catching mistakes and refining details in their choreo because she has so much pressure on her shoulders to lead the team to success. yujin believed that the key factor in dictating whether they successed or failed was based on her leadership.
but as well in the beginning, yujin would often turn to gaeul for advise and just to confide about her struggles with her because gaeul had been the trainee leader for years while yujin was previously the loving doting maknae of izone who has now suddenly been thrusted into a leadership role. gaeul was happy to be the shoulder for yujin to lean on.
in the early days, yujin would come to gaeul for advise. they would spend hours on end talking alone. some days, gaeul would take yujin out to get some fresh air when she notices how much yujin has buried herself in her responsibilities. in return, yujin would treat gaeul to dessert as a token of her appreciation. gaeul loved spending time with yujin. seeing the more vulnerable side of yujin made her heart swoon; she was the only one who ever saw this side of her. with the rest of the girls, yujin was fierce, confident, and assertive, but with gaeul, she was soft-spoken, caring, and she was small. gaeul was her unnie and yujin could be her loving dongsang.
but sometime after their debut, yujin became more confident in her role as a leader. there was a small shift in their dynamic. yujin stopped coming to gaeul with her concerns and fears as a leader. instead, yujin drifted farther away from her. she became a confident leader. the executives and fans all praised her amazing leadership skills and professional edge---some even going as far to say she was a natural-born leader. yujin had gained the confidence she once lacked and needed to come to gaeul for reassurance. gaeul isn't bitter. or at least, she tries to ignore these comments. gaeul basically made yujin into the leader she is, why is no one praising her?
the rift between the two grows so intensely. yujin seems to be closer to the other members now. gaeul watches how close yujin and rei have gotten---them bothing going on outings together every chance they get and gaeul being left at home alone. again, she isn't jealous of the two of them. what yujin does is her buisness.
when yujin interacts with gaeul, she feels more standoffish and cold towards the older girl. it was like the two were compete strangers. the warmth that once filled her voice when she spoke to gaeul has suddenly disappear. yujin speaks to her like she was another one of their staff members, not like a mentor or friend who guided her through her toughest time. gaeul wondered what changed, but deep down, she knew what changed between them.
at music shows and award ceremonies, gaeul is tortured with the relationships between other groups. she sees le sserafim backstage at a music while passing through the halls. she didn't mean to linger and easedrop, but she could help it. she couldn't help but notice the affection in chaewon's voice as she talked to sakura---fiiled to the brim with warmth. the sounded like a warm hug, but felt like an arrow to gaeul's heart. she remembers when yujin used to speak with her like that back in the early days. the pain of the memory was unbearable; somedays, she wishes she could erase them.
the pain in her heart grows even more painful when she spots nayeon and jihyo interacting during an award show. gaeul had already started to space out twenty minutes into the opening---thinkning about nothing in particular. but when she snaps back down to the present moment, her eyes fixate on nayeon and jihyo sitting at the table in front of them. she notices how close they're sitting together, holding hands tightly while watching the performance intensly. she watches as nayeon leans in close to jihyo's ear and whispers something that makes jihyo quietly giggle. they lean impossibly closer to each other. she could almost feel the warmth from them radiating back towards her.
she looks down at her own hands in her lap, then to her left where yujin was sitting. there was a noticable gap between them that made her feel oddly cold even with the blanket laying neatly across her lap. yujin was watching the performance as well, a polite smile resting on her face as she groves along to the music. the space between was so wide, they might as well have been sitting at different tables, maybe some might even mistake them as members of different groups that were forced to share a table together. she remembers the nights when the two of them would hold hands, huddling close together to avoid the brisk cold air of the winter as they walked along the han river. she remembers of the warmth of yujin's hands covering her own, the feeling of yujin's body heat warming her own heart up. now her body was cold, and yujin was miles away on her left.
it frusterates gaeul to wits end how much her relationship with yujin changed in a matter of seconds. she rememebers how sweetly yujin smiled at her when they bid each other good night after returning home from a night together. then suddenly, the next morning, yujin was gone. she had disappeared for a few days---citing a family emergency. gaeul had taken over the leadership role temporally during dance practices, but she didn't do much. everything else, she left to the dance teachers and managers to decide. she misses the way her heart would beat out of her chest when she was with yujin, now she feels like her heart barely beats at all.
one day, during a particularly stressful dance practice, she just snaps. yujin was being a little to much towards all the members, but to gaeul in particular, yujin seemed to be more critical of every little mistake she made. it felt unfair. gaeul couldn't take it. they only had just started learning the choreo yesterday, mistakes were a given in the first two days as they all tried their best to memorize everything. instead of taking the berating from yujin with a dismissive smile, she snapped.
she fought back. she quipped back snarky remarks towards yujin. she would've caught herself if she was in the right headspace, but she just couldn't take it anymore. yujin looked shocked as soon as the words left her mouth, but she wasn't going to back down. she had to assert herself as the leader.
the two went back and forth, passive-aggressively exchanging remarks towards each other. the members watched in silence, none of them strong enough to gather the courage to stop either of them. everything that had brewing inside of gaeul, the resentment, the jealousy, the hurt, came bubbling out of her and spewed out into the words she projected towards yujin.
yujin kept defending herself, refusing to back down or deescalate the situation.
they kept going until gaeul released the bomb.
"it must be nice being picked as the leader. you can say anything you want. you can use me as a stepping stone to get your foot up, then completely discard me as soon as everyone around us praises your 'natural' leadership ability."
the room went silent. yujin looked hurt by gaeul's words, but she couldn't careless. she stormed out shortly after, unable to handle the aftermath. the regret comes flooding in her brain as soon as she stepped into the freezing hallway, storming down it. unsure of where to go, she lets her legs lead her out of the building, tears streaming down her face.
how she wished yujin loved her again. she missed her warmth, her affection, her smile that was reserved for her exclusively. she misses the early days where yujin wasn't a leader, and they were both equally dependent on each other.
summary: wonyoung's favourite thing is jiwon's blood.
content warnings: blood, finger sucking, dubious consent ? of blood sucking, consumption of own blood
Droplets of blood trickle down Wonyoung's chin as she pulls away. Her tongue flicks out at her protruding fangs, warm and metallic liquid pools beneath her tongue- she wants to savour all of Jiwon.
And Jiwon tasted like forgiveness, sweet and heady. Who could blame Wonyoung for taking what she deserves? Jiwon would never look at Wonyoung again with those bright eyes- when she woke up groggily and realized Wonyoung was on top of her. The least she could do for Wonyoung was let her while she slept soundly.
So she leans in again, her fangs breaking layers of soft skin. She's interrupted seconds after. Wonyoung feels a hand on her shoulder, the fingers trembling against her.
"Wonyoung?" Jiwon mumbles, her eyes fluttering open. Her hand slowly pulls away from Wonyoung and to her neck. She looks down at her blood-stained palm, her eyes wide.
"Did you-?"
Wonyoung looks at her, and a smile spreads across her face. She can't help but display the mess she made of herself. Blood on her teeth and her swollen lips. She just loved Jiwon so much; she wanted to devour her, to be full of her.
Jiwon scrambles up on her knees, shaky breaths falling from her lips. "Get away. Get-" Wonyoung presses her thumb to her top lip, fresh crimson stuck under her nails. She nudges Jiwon's mouth open and waits for Jiwon's lips to close over her digit.
"Suck." Jiwon doesn't know why she listens. She doesn't know why she doesn't pull away or try to leave. She doesn't know why her tongue laps at her own blood.
"There you go," Wonyoung coos, warmth pools in her chest. Watching Jiwon taste herself, maybe she'll realize why Wonyoung had to do this. "Don't you taste so good?"
She tries to shake her head, her stomach twisting into a knot. Jiwon pulls away from her thumb, saliva coating her finger. Wonyoung watches her push herself into the headboard, her shoulders rising and falling. "Just go away, Wonyoung." She hiccups, legs shaking.
Wonyoung only chuckles, a low sound in her throat. "Don't be scared."
"God, just... Just take what you need." Jiwon pleads, tears brimming at her pretty eyes. Wonyoung knew she didn't mean that. She only wanted Wonyoung to be done, she didn't really want Wonyoung to consume more of her. She was so helpless; a pathetic, crying, helpless mess.
Wonyoung was kind enough to give her that. She lunged forward, cupping Jiwon's jaw with bloody hands. "It'll be over soon, I promise."
Jiwon knew she was lying. She knew she'd be lightheaded and drained when she left her on the bed, blood pouring from her neck and chest. But Wonyoung said it was because she loved her.
jiwon would love to be stepped on by wonyoung in a tall ass heal, first on her chest and it hurts so much while the base of it is on her face, she unconsciously thrusts herself upwards, needy baby just so fuckkng greedy ughhhhhhh and the look on wonyoung’s face oh this impassive conniving asshole, who would spit on her face. and when jiwon begs to finally give her some relief, “open your mouth” wony would step on her face and put the tip of her heel inside her mouth…. GODDDDDDS PLSSS PLSSSSS UGH
i think gaeul and rei should treat yujin like a dog. make him crawl on all fours and make him wear a collar when he’s off work and lock him in a crate when he touches himself without permission.
they would spoil their little puppy boy by getting him custom ears and tails, always giving him head scratches and letting him eat them out whenever he can sniff their arousal.
yujin really loves being their dog he doesn’t have to deal with the weight of being the leader and making so many decisions and instead he can just be the dumb good puppy he is !!
side youngliz/jinliz plot: wony brings catgirl jiwon over for a play date and yujinie can’t stop himself from jumping on jiwon and humping her the moment he’s off his leash <3
Ik everybody here like wony to be the perv but god oblivious wonyoung star who’s kind and sweet, there’s always someone watching and when she looks back its a girl so she thinks shes okay but no jiwon is always there watching here taking pics of her, during datess, through a window, tryinf to sneak jnto the building. She never had a good look at her, until like one of her fanmeets. Ughhhhhhh stalker jiwonnnnnn i need it ao basddd
Wonyoung had always been greedy. It was in her nature, to take. That was what she was fed, being given whatever she wanted. No matter the sum of money, no matter how difficult it was- it was given to her. A golden spoon shoved down her esophagus, her mother on the other end of the handle. She licked the spoon clean, then demanded more. But she was starving now- and it was all Kim Jiwon's fault.
Or maybe it was her own.
She hadn't meant to notice the moving truck, nor the taped boxes perched before her neighbor's front door.
Wonyoung had been sitting in her car when she first saw her, the air conditioning blowing her hair out of her face.
The grocery bags sat in the trunk where she'd left them, glass bottles knocking softly against one another every time the car settled. The wine was the loudest offender, announcing itself with a series of delicate clinks.
The building door swung open with ease, and a blonde woman stood a step behind the door, a crease in her brows.
Behind her, the moving guy followed a half-step later, holding the edge of another box tucked against his forearm. He shifted it slightly to balance the weight, exhaling through his nose as the door slammed shut behind them.
The blonde woman spoke quickly to the man, directing where the boxes should go. He nodded without really looking at what she was pointing to, his attention snagging on her instead of the instructions.
He watched her enter the building again, almost losing his grip on the cardboard, too enamoured by the woman.
Wonyoung was curious, that was allowed.
She had initially assumed her neighbour would be another old man nearing retirement. It seemed to be a consistent pattern of residents in the building.
Briefly, she hoped the woman outside was her neighbour.
Wonyoung saw her again at the mailbox. A small stack of letters in one hand, the other still hovering near the open compartment she’d just checked. She hadn't noticed Wonyoung yet, still reading an envelope.
Wonyoung slowed as she passed, keys lightly turning between her fingers. "Your hair's pretty."
The woman froze for a fraction of a second. Then turned to face Wonyoung.
Her dark eyes widened slightly as they met Wonyoung’s, lashes casting faint shadows beneath them “Really?” she asked, almost reflexively.
Wonyoung gave a small, amused chuckle and lifted her keys, sliding one toward the lock.
Her neighbour hesitated, then let out a small breathy laugh of her own, a little uncertain. “I- Thank you. Do you live around here?” She paused, catching herself. “I mean, you do.” Her gaze flicked to the keys in Wonyoung’s hand, then back up again.
“I think we’re neighbours?” she added quickly, words picking up speed. “I thought I saw you in the lobby earlier. I didn’t want to be creepy."
Wonyoung's lips curled into a grin. She slipped the key into the lock with an unhurried motion, the metal catching softly before turning. “I don’t really see a lot of people my age around here."
The woman sorted through the stack of mail absently, Her expression barely changed as she flicked her wrist and dropped a pamphlet into the trash bin beside the mailboxes. "I noticed, yeah."
She turned back to her. “I’m Jiwon, also,” she says, a little softly. Then she adds, almost abruptly, “Do you like wine? I have a bottle in my fridge.” She juts a thumb at the building behind them.
Wonyoung’s head tilted slightly.
A smirk formed slowly. Her gaze lingered on Jiwon a second longer than necessary. "I do," and Jiwon smiles at her. "I'm Wonyoung."
Jiwon smiles at her like it's the first time she's formed that expression, bright and easy. Her lips look so soft, gloss coating the skin.
Wonyoung wondered if Jiwon would smile at her the same way if she was on her knees, her tongue lapping at the base of her cock. How sick, she had only just met the girl.
But Jiwon's mouth looked so pretty around the rim of the bottle, wine spilling down her throat. The lighting in her apartment was overwhelmingly warm, with various lamps set around the living room and dining area. The overhead light stayed off, the light switch looking untouched. Boxes sat around the floor, some opened and some not.
"It's just you?" Wonyoung takes a sip from her glass, looking at Jiwon over the edge of it.
Jiwon hands sprawl over the kitchen counters, cold marble beneath her fingertips. "Oh, yeah."
“That must be quiet,” Wonyoung says.
“It is,” Jiwon admits, glancing briefly toward the hallway where more boxes were stacked. “But I like it that way, I think."
"You like it? I take it you're not from Gangnam." Wonyoung chuckles, setting her glass down on the counter.
Jiwon shook her head immediately. “No, I grew up in Jeju.”
"Jeju?" Wonyoung repeats, brows raising.
Jiwon nods, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned lightly against the kitchen counter. “Yeah."
"Why'd you bleach your hair?" She rests her chin on the flat of her palm, narrowing her eyes at Jiwon.
“Oh,” she said, a small sound of surprise slipping out. “This?" She reached up and touched a strand near her shoulder, the light catching the lighter tones more sharply than the rest of her hair. “I didn’t really bleach it on purpose, I guess,” she admitted, then paused, correcting herself gently. “I mean, I did. But it was kind of impulsive.”
Wonyoung’s expression didn’t change, her lips in a flat line, but her eyes tracked her carefully as she spoke. "Impulsive?"
Jiwon shrugged lightly, her eyes falling to her socks. "I was going through a breakup. She liked my hair."
"She?" It left Wonyoung's lips before she could catch it.
Jiwon laughs, it's a melodic noise, short chimes that resonate in Wonyoung's head. "Are you repeating every word I say?"
"I guess I am."
Jiwon tilted her head slightly, still smiling like she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was being taken seriously or not.
Wonyoung liked Jiwon, more than she thought she would.
And with that feeling, came a series of things she wanted to know about Jiwon. It bothered Wonyoung, that she didn't know more. But she couldn't fit her questions into that hour she spent in Jiwon's apartment.
The front door to her own apartment was blurry, her vision fraying at the edges. They had emptied the bottle, ran it dry with full-poured glasses that were sipped on with an eager mouth.
Wonyoung ran the shower the second she pulled her shirt off, tossing it on her bedsheets. The other pieces of fabric came off lazily, discarded on the floor.
The water hit the bathroom tiles with vigor, steam curling around the mirror. Wonyoung stood before the sink, staring at her reflection.
The stream met her skin all at once, pressing heat into her shoulders, her collarbone, the back of her neck. She didn’t move for a moment, letting it run down her, through her hair, over her face.
She wondered what Jiwon's hair smelled like, if she spent her money on shampoo and treatments to bathe in the aroma and oils. Or maybe she was simple, and bought the same bottle every time she ran out.
"Fuck." Wonyoung rasps, the tip of her length brushing just below her navel. She curls her hand around the base of it, and slowly moves. A guttural groan spills past her taut lips, her thumb brushing over the flushed head of her cock.
Wonyoung pictures herself ramming into Jiwon, her thighs slapping against her ass. A ring of pre-cum would outline her cock, thickening with each thrust. She'd push herself entirely into Jiwon, ignoring her pleas and cries.
Jiwon would take her, all of her- Wonyoung would fill her pretty cunt up so nicely. She's sure of it.
With a final stroke, her come paints the walls of the shower, dripping down the tiles. Spurts of liquid continue, landing on the floor and washed down the drain.
It was purely self-indulgent, typing her name into every social media app she owned. Wonyoung told herself it was pure curiousity, just wanting to get to know Jiwon better.
She saved every picture, every selfie and video Jiwon posted. She had a handful of friends, stories posted for her birthday- the 21st of November. She had crimson hair, and once even had pink hair.
But it didn't satiate anything in Wonyoung. It made it so much worse.
Wonyoung wouldn't know what to do with herself when she'd meet Jiwon's timid eyes again. It was impulsive, as Jiwon would call it. She had heard footsteps descending down the stairs from her living room, and saw a glimpse of a blonde head rushing down the steps as she stepped out.
Slipping on a mask and a cap, she followed Jiwon out of the parking lot and into a nearby neighbourhood.
She moved slowly along the quiet street, her pace unhurried. The sway of her hips matched the rhythm of her steps. Streetlights hummed overhead, stretching the shadows long across the pavement.
Wonyoung knew she was taller than Jiwon by a few centimeters, but she looked like she towered over her as a shadow.
She tried to stay behind, her long legs carrying her strides further than they needed to be.
They passed a few quiet blocks before Jiwon finally turned toward a small convenience store at the corner. The automatic door slid open with a soft chime, spilling fluorescent light onto the sidewalk.
Wonyoung hesitated at the window, staring at Jiwon's figure disappearing into an aisle.
What was she doing?
She didn't have a plausible answer, as humiliating as it was. She dragged her feet across the pavement, to the welcome mat in front of her door, and into the cold air of her apartment.
Four walls that caged her inside- they should have felt homely, she supposes. It was her home, and she had spent much of her hard-earned inheritance on it. Four walls that she painted, standing on a ladder to get the corners and the edges. They should have held some relevance to Wonyoung. Instead, they pressed in with a quiet insistence, as if reminding her how easily she could stay inside them and do nothing. -away from Jiwon. One wall that separated them.
Jiwon didn't leave her house much, Wonyoung came to learn. Only hearing the door shut and close once or twice everyday. Not that she was counting.
The cadence of Jiwon's voice as the door slammed shut behind her was airy and bubbly, an audible grin in every word that pushed past her plump lips. Wonyoung felt like she was going insane, listening to Jiwon through the thin walls.
Maybe she was.
She sure felt like it as Wonyoung started the engine to her car, watching Jiwon pull out of the parking lot- she hadn't been thinking. She read out the lettering of her license plate twice, then thrice. By the time they were on the highway, she had all the digits memorized.
The highway thinned into quieter roads, then into a familiar grid of residential streets where porchlights were left on.
Jiwon’s car signaled at a turn and rolled into a neighborhood with trees grown wide enough to knit the street into pockets of shadow and light.
She slowed near a modest house with a short walkway and a porch framed by a single hanging lantern.
The tires crunched gently over the cobblestone as she pulled to a stop at the curb. Opening the car door, she stepped out, left shoe on the ground first.
Wonyoung had parked her car in front of a home a little further away, still in view of the house Jiwon was walking towards. She watched her step onto the concrete, her knuckles tapping lightly at the door.
Wonyoung's fingers curled around her steering wheel as a woman steps out of the house, dark hair framing her delicate face. Leeseo- Wonyoung had seen her in a post from only a couple months ago.
Pulling out her phone from her pocket, she tapped on Instagram. Typing Jiwon's name into the search bar, her account came up, profile picture the same as last time she checked.
She refreshed the page, once. Nothing new.
Wonyoung doesn't know what possesses her to stay the 5 hours that Jiwon spends at that house, but she sat still in her car, waiting. Through her tinted windows, she's not sure if the sky is as dark as it appears.
Unlocking her phone with a swipe of her thumb, she refreshes the page. A circle around her profile picture, blending yellow and purple. She thinks better than to click on it, her index hovering over the icon.
Her eyes rake over the horizon, then back to the house. The front door swings open, Jiwon following quickly after- a smile on her face, Wonyoung likes her smile, she wants to see her front teeth peeking from behind her bottom lip.
The steps back to Jiwon's car were quick, unhurried like usual. Wonyoung almost rolls her eyes at the lack of awareness, it couldn't have been so easy.
So maybe it was Wonyoung's fault, tracing her tongue along the edge of the spoon and never closing her lips around the metal bowl. But she'd never had to beckon the spoon towards her mouth. It was usually already between her lips, waiting.
And maybe it was simply the hunger that led her to slamming her car door once both of their cars were in the apartment parking lot, engines running. Wonyoung pushed her feet toward Jiwon, her hand curled into her chest before reaching the building door.
Jiwon doesn't struggle with Wonyoung's hand clamped over her mouth, her glimmering eyes widen above her fingers, staring at the visor shielding Wonyoung's face. "Stay quiet and this will be so much easier." She mumbles into the crown of Jiwon's hair, pressing her erection into her thighs.
Jiwon lets out a string of incoherent mumbles, her warm and shallow breath spilling into the cracks of Wonyoung's palm. Wonyoung slowly guides her towards the back of the apartment building, Jiwon's muffled pleas a sweet melody in her ears.
"What are you- Oh, god. No-" Her shoulders hit the cold concrete with a thud, her bag slipping down her sleeve. Tears start to stream down her face, wetting her lashes. "Who are you? I just- I just wanna go home." Wonyoung releases her mouth, stepping back once.
Wonyoung expects Jiwon to run, or crumble onto the wall. Her shoulders only back further into the wall, her heels pressing into the crown moulding. She reaches for her cap, peeling it off her forehead. "Wonyoung?"
It brings a smile to her face, how quickly she recognizes the features of her face. They'd only just met and she already had the shape of her eyes memorized? "Jiwon." Wonyoung takes a step forward, filling the gap between them.
"No- No. What are you doing?"
"Why'd you go to Leeseo's?"
Jiwon's lips part, then close again. "How- How do you know her name? Did you fucking follow me? Wonyoung- What the fuck-" She clutches her bag, the strap still only half on her shoulder.
Wonyoung only leans in further, reaching for a strand of blonde hair. "No, of course not." She tugs on it lightly, watching Jiwon's brows pull together.
Heartbeat hammering behind her ribs, Jiwon swallows, the curve of her neck bare and smooth. "You're lying! How would you know- This isn't funny."
Why hadn't Jiwon ran away? Wonyoung hadn't threatened to hurt her, had no sign of a weapon. She hadn't expected this to be so easy. Maybe Jiwon was just weak.
"Why would it be a joke?" Wonyoung grabs her trembling chin, hoping to soothe it with her index and thumb. "You look pretty with red hair."
"What?" Comes Jiwon's shaky voice.
Wonyoung hums almost absently. "I could help you dye it." Her thumb rubs over the space beneath her lips, nail brushing over the skin of her lips.
"No. I'm not gonna- I won't go near you. This is crazy-" Jiwon shook her head, still pressing herself into the wall. Wonyoung raised her brows at the protest, leaning in till her their noses were touching.
"You will, that's all you'll want to do. Be with me." Wonyoung's eyes flickered down to her lips, then back to her dilated pupils.
Jiwon's chest tightened, the cold air prickling over her exposed skin. "You're fucking crazy." A tear cascaded down the side of her nose, and Wonyoung watched it fall to her cupid's bow, catching in her parted lips.
The spoon was ghosting over her lips now, and Wonyoung was so close to being fed.
She began to unbutton her jeans, the fabric straining and stretching over her hard length. "Crazy? No." She chuckled, like she was amused by the thought of it.
Jiwon stared down at the zipper of her jeans sliding down the denim, her shoulders trembling. She watched Wonyoung's hand dip below the waistband, bringing her cock out of her pants. She stroked herself lazily, pumping her fist over the shaft. "You're everything, Jiwon. You're all there is, to me. Can't you see that?"
Shoving Jiwon down to the ground, planting her hands on the pads of her shoulders, she was light and fragile. Her ass hit the ground, pushed back onto the heels of her palm. Jiwon was frozen, her head bowed at the floor.
"Suck. Come on." Jiwon stayed still, droplets of her tears splattering on the concrete. "Jiwon."
"No- Wonyoung." She sobbed, her shaking hands curling into small fists. "I- Stop."
Wonyoung just had to guide her, a little push. She grabs her face, jerking it forward. "I said suck."
Shifting onto her knees, Jiwon stared at the pulsing head of her cock. Her hands slowly wrapped around the girth of it, her mouth opening just wide enough for Wonyoung to enter.
Her cock twitched, an angry red tainting the flesh. She ached to thrust forward, to bury herself down Jiwon's throat.
Jiwon’s tongue was a delicate, swirling pressure, teasing the slit with a rhythmic precision that made Wonyoung’s hips twitch upward instinctively. Wonyoung groaned lowly.
Easing further into Jiwon's mouth, she watched Jiwon's teary eyes blink rapidly as she tried to comfortably take the length of it.
Wonyoung thrusts forward, bottoming out inside of Jiwon's hot mouth. Lost in the pleasure, she pushes in and out of her mouth, rutting. Jiwon starts to spit and gurgle around her dick, saliva dripping down her chin and landing on the ground. Jiwon can't take all of it, the tip of it hitting the roof of her mouth. She tries to pull away, head jerking away.
Wonyoung grabs a hold onto the base of her hair, fucking her mouth with a relentless pace that seems to never slow. The entirety of it hitting her throat each time she slid in, Jiwon tried so hard to keep sucking. Her cheeks hollowed out and her lips swollen around it, Wonyoung thought she looked so pretty.
"Gonna come in your mouth- fuck. Fuck, oh-" Wonyoung's pace finally slowed, but not for Jiwon's wet face, babbling around her cock and begging for her stop, reaching Wonyoung's ears but she never relented.
With a stuttering groan, Wonyoung tugged her head forward. Jiwon desperately tried to grab her attention, her fingers tapping on her shoe. Wonyoung's load, warm and salty, spilled down the underside of her tongue, filling her mouth and down her throat.
"Thank you, Jiwon. Fuck, I love you." Wonyoung was no longer starving, in fact she felt stuffed. How ironic.
Ive been so into medplay lately… ugh youngliz. Jiwonie always going to head doctor wonyoung about her stomach problems.. so wonyoung gives her pills that make her stay here for a while.. for her poor little girl titifkanais
Anyeongliz 3some nyehehe them begging for the wonyock and nyeong finding them cute, like imagine both of them sucking the wonyock and it slowly turns into a competition while nyeong praises them both ❤️
This cutie omega, I hope wy grabs her twintails as she’s getting fucked from behind. Forcing to keep her head up so wy can hear all the hateful words coming out of jw’s mouth<3. Yngliz hate sex because wy only gives her attention and fucks her when jiwon looks good or when she feels like it.
Jw swears she hates her but can’t help it when wy starts groping her suddenly. She tries stopping her and cussing her out. Calling her names but It fascinates wonyoung more. She’s manhandled until she doesn’t resist anymore. Wy calling her pathetic and laughing at her seeing her cry while wy pounds into her mercilessly
