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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
Itâs 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.Â
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. Sheâs been so busy lately with nonstop comeback promotions and then straight to concert prep that sheâs neglected grooming that certain part of her body. Itâs 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. âWhy are you here?â
Jinsol answers her softly, âI missed you.â
On the outside, Jungeun scoffs. âWe just saw each other.â 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 theyâve been put up, Jinsol gets up from her place on Jungeunâs 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 Jinsolâs shoulder. She could fall asleep right now.
âYou were amazing,â Jinsol compliments her.Â
Jungeun breathes in, Jinsolâs 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. âYou were, too,â Jungeun says softly into her shoulder.
âI know,â Jinsol replies and Jungeun can hear the teasing smirk in her voice. Jungeun lifts her head to look right at Jinsolâs face. Jinsol has sleep in her eyes and Jungeun can feel it in her own eyes too. Â
âYouâre staying here?â
Jinsol nods, then pauses. âEr, if youâll let meâŠâ
Jungeun smiles a wordless approval, holding Jinsolâs face in her hands and leaning in for a short kiss. When she pulls back, Jinsol chases her, lips fully pressing onto Jungeunâs once more, harder this time so that Jungeunâs lips part for her. Thereâs no intensity behind Jinsolâs kiss but she guides Jungeun with purpose, lips softly and intently moving against her.Â
When Jinsol finally pulls back, Jungeun is breathless and Jinsolâs eyes twinkle with need and a hint of pride that she can disarm Jungeun so easily. Jinsol pinches the front of Jungeunâs towel and then gives it a few light tugs.
Like always during moments like these, Jungeunâs body wants to automatically yield to Jinsol, almost letting her pull the towel open but then sheâs suddenly reminded that sheâs not ready yet. She hasnât groomed herself perfectly for Jinsol. She brings her arm up in front of her, clutching the towel to keep it tightly closed.
Jinsolâs eyebrows shoot up in confusion and then wrinkle in concern. âIâm sorry,â she apologizes at the same time Jungeun does too. âYouâre tired and this is the last thing youâd want to do-â
âNo, Sol,â Jungeun cuts her off and places her hand on Jinsolâs bicep. âI want to so badly,â she pouts up at Jinsol cutely, softly squeezing her arm. âButâŠâ 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, âIâm hairy.â
Jinsol looks confused, her eyes roam over Jungeunâs face, down her chest and arms, past the towel and finally down her legs. Jungeunâs skin is milky soft and smooth, Jinsol knows this by sight. She brings her eyes back to Jungeunâs face and looks at her quizzically until it finally dawns on her and Jinsolâs eyes widen in delight, eyes trailing down her body one more time with a hint of a smile on her lips.
Jungeunâs face burns up in embarrassment and before she can tilt her body away from Jinsolâs 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 Jinsolâs chest against her own.
Once more, Jinsol takes Jungeunâs towel between her fingers and gives it two firm tugs. âCan you show me?â She whispers, voice heavy with lust, that Jungeun canât 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 Jungeunâs hips, Jinsol presses her face into Jungeunâs stomach, sighing into the softness of her towel. Jungeun rests her hands on Jinsolâs head, softly stroking her hair.Â
Jinsol slips her hands beneath the towel, thumbs softly caressing the sides of Jungeunâs thighs. âYouâre perfect to me, you know that?â
Jinsol sits back on her feet to look up at Jungeun, making sure she heard her, making sure that Jungeun knows sheâs being sincere. Jungeun settles her hands on Jinsolâs cheeks as she fixes her stare into Jinsolâs own deep brown eyes. They havenât 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 Jungeunâs thighs and towards her hips. The bottom of the towel bunches up, riding along with Jinsolâs 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.Â
Jinsolâs breathing noticeably deepens and her eyes flicker up at Jungeun one last time before she leans in and places her lips onto Jungeunâs muscled thigh. Jungeunâs breath catches in her throat and she nearly teeters in place until her hands find support on Jinsolâs shoulders.Â
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 sheâs 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 Jungeunâs 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 hasnât even entered her but she could fall apart for her right now. Jungeun glances down and Jinsolâs 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 Jungeunâs navel. Jinsol's eyes burn right into Jungeun. âYouâre so sexy, you know that?âÂ
Of course Jungeun knows this but she loves hearing it over and over straight from Jinsolâs mouth.
Before Jungeun can say anything, Jinsol brings her fingers up between Jungeunâs 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 Jungeunâs own arousal as she hesitantly asks, âCan I have you like this?â
So many thoughts race through Jungeunâs mind. Thoughts of riding Jinsolâs fingers right there, of gripping Jinsolâs head in her hands with her leg hooked over Jinsolâs shoulder, or even just settling onto the floor and dropping onto Jinsolâs dick again and again but Jungeun declines with a soft, âNo.â Itâs nearly 3 in the morning. Her energy cannot keep up after two nights of concerts.
Jinsol is taken aback and Jungeun finds this funny.
âThe bed, unnie.â
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. Thereâs 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 Jungeunâs pillows and Jungeun crawls her way after Jinsol to settle herself atop the older girlâs hips.Â
But thatâs not where Jinsol wants her. Jinsol places her hands on Jungeunâs ass, lightly urging her forward with a soft pull. âCome up here.â
Jungeun raises a brow in confusion.
âSit on my face.â Itâs hot coming from Jinsolâs low and deep register, butterflies filling Jungeunâs stomach and chest and the place she needs Jinsol most. She crawls further along Jinsolâs body, until her thighs settle on either side of her head and her hands grip the headboard for support. She can feel Jinsolâs heavy breath along the soft skin of her thighs.Â
Jinsol fills her hands with Jungeunâs thick thighs, turning her head and placing kisses all along the inside. Jinsol whispers between kisses, inaudible to Jungeun that she canât tell if theyâre dirty or sweet but really itâs all the same to her right now.
Jinsolâs hands slide up Jungeunâs hips and with some guidance, she lowers Jungeun onto her mouth. Jinsolâs tongue pushes through the patch of hair, parting Jungeunâs lower lips before making contact with her warm flesh. Her pubic hair tickles her nose but Jinsol can only focus on how Jungeunâs so wet that she coats Jinsolâs whole mouth in arousal. Her tongue swipes along her slit over and over and pleasure travels up along Jungeunâs spine and her thighs tremble around Jinsolâs face.Â
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, Jinsolâs tongue moving deliciously along her. With one hand on the headboard, Jungeun reaches the other between her legs, hand entangling itself into Jinsolâs hair as she grinds herself harder onto her mouth. âJ-Jinsol,â she moans.Â
Jinsolâs 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 Jinsolâs name and âUnnie!â Jinsol goes from swirling her tongue over Jungeunâs folds to attaching her mouth to her wet pussy with harsh sucks. Jungeunâs 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 Jungeunâs 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 Jungeunâs face burns up even more. Jinsolâs 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 Jinsolâs mouth. Her orgasm ripples through her core like a wave, deep in her lower belly and up through her chest.Â
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 Jinsolâs chest, Jungeun can fully see the outcome of their sex, Jinsolâs 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 itâs no use because thereâs so much of Jungeun left behind. Jinsol turns to the younger girl, Jungeunâs cheeks tinged with red, and she instantly picks up whatâs wrong.Â
Jinsol wraps an arm around her waist and pulls Jungeun into her body. Deciding to bring attention to herself to ease Jungeunâs embarrassment, Jinsol announces, âI havenât cum that hard in months.â
Jungeun looks at her in confusion. They both drop their gaze to Jinsolâs underwear and the entire front of her boxers is wet with cum. This breaks Jungeunâs uneasiness as she softly giggles at Jinsolâs inability to control herself.
Jinsol gets in her space. âIs that funny to you?â
Jungeun lightly pushes her away. âEw, Jinsol. Youâre all sweaty.âÂ
Jinsol pouts. âYou werenât complaining just a moment ago?â Jinsol doesnât bring up the fact that Jungeun had worked up a sweat just now too.
But Jungeun doesnât 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 Jinsolâs enjoyment. Jinsol carefully leans over her and kisses the ribbon tattoo behind Jungeunâs ribs. And Jinsol is dead tired but she takes in Jungeunâs full form, knowing she wonât get another moment like this for another four months.
i've been very embarrassed at what i wrote here and instead of deleting everything, i've been thinking of creating a new blog to start fresh with better organization, would you guys follow me there? đ€
âHere, let me help.â Haseul is gentle as she helps Jinsol out of her shirt. Jinsol shudders at the feeling of the fabric sliding against her skin and Haseul pauses, worried sheâs hurt her.
Have you heard of the news about oec+ siging with jadens company? What do you think about it
Personally I'm anxious because we know how horrible jj been to loona before. But at the same time I can only trust and accept the girls decisions
I'm curious to see your opinion
I'm excited personally. Plus I don't like JJ, but I think there's one thing he wants and that's keeping LOONA together to fulfill the story he wants to do. Now that the members are older, they've got more experience in the industry and Heejin was very clear she'd rip out abusive contracts sooo...
Excited for ARTMS. I feel like there's gonna be a loonaverse-esque, avengers stuff coming up, with OEC+ simply looking for the rest of the loona members... This is hi high all over again. So happy about the other members' Instagrams too and Hyeju sightings, they all seem to be doing so much better :)
Short answer: I feel terrible rn, but I'll be okay after a while.
Long answer: Honestly speaking, I feel terrible, and any time I'm taking a step forward, something in life sets me back two steps. My friends and family are keeping me steady. I'm trying to balance a certain amount of things in my schedule as a young adult, and it's hard to focus only on my hobbies when my time is limited. I want to write again especially for the blog, but the state of loona's mistreatment and lawsuits sends me in such anxious moods, that I haven't been able to open my docs from the guilt of writing AUs about them kissing when their IRL selves are going through legal hell rn. Like it feels so wrong at this moment and I care much more for the members than anything else. I need them to be out of that lawless company and together again, at peace of mind and body, before I can feel that way too. Sorry to be such a downer atm but it'll take a while before orbityeolgi dot tumblr dot com updates again
âYou said you wouldnât get involved with a coworker. Weâre not anymore, so would youââ
Vivi wakes up to eight texts from Hyunjin ânews dropped the story!â and someone knocking at her door. She rubs asleep out of her eyes before peeling herself out of bed and padding across her room to answer.
Jungeun pushes her way inside, cheeks red from the cold weather, breathless smiling. âYou did it! You guys didnât tell us when you were going toââ
âHi to you too,â Vivi says, accepting Jungeunâs coat and hanging it next to hers on the hooks by the door.
Jungeun blushes. âSorry. Hi, how are you? Youâre getting out of there!â
Vivi smiles. âIâm trying.â
âDoes that mean I can finally do this?â Jungeun gets closer, breath ghosting over Viviâs lips.
Vivi stumbles back, confused, âWhat?â
Jungeun looks caught between embarrassment and hope. âYou said you wouldnât get involved with a coworker. Weâre not anymore, so would youââ she trails off.
Vivi has the faintest memory of Jungeun, several years younger, asking Vivi if she liked girls, if she could like her. She swallows. Sheâd thought Jungeun had only asked because she was figuring herself out. She hadnât taken it seriously at the time, just creating an arbitrary rule to end the conversation. But years later and Jungeunâs hopeful gaze is on her again. âOkay,â she whispers.
Jungeun surges forward, hands under Viviâs jaw to draw her into the kiss. Itâs sloppy and their teeth knock together before Jungeun whispers a quick, âsorry,â and drags her in again.
And Vivi knows Jungeun has been kissing other people, because sheâs practiced. Eager, sure, but Jungeun is good. She nips at Viviâs lower lip before pressing her tongue in and Vivi canât help her moan.Â
Then the backs of her knees hit the edge of her bed and she sits, trying to pull Jungeun with her. Theyâre not colleagues anymore, after all.
Instead, Jungeun sinks to her knees, looking up at Vivi with wide eyes. She slides her hands up Viviâs thighs, hopeful expression on her face.
Vivi swallows heavily, tilting Jungeun's chin up gently. Any words she might be able to say are jammed in her throat. She doesnât know how to articulate the thought in her head. No way to ask your ex-bandmate why she looks so comfortable on her knees.
She settles on, âDonât you want to kiss me?â
Jungeun laughs. âYou know Iâm offering something much better.â
And thatâs the thing about Jungeunâsheâd fluctuate between shy and confident in ways Vivi could never understand. So she nods and cups Jungeunâs jaw as Jungeun slides her hands up Viviâs thighs.
uppercut to the heart pt. 1 // boxing au | g!p | 2,986 words | ok im sorry this took so long i hope you like it ik you didnât say g!p but i do what i want.
Jungeun was always ready for a fight. She was explosive and hot-tempered in everything she did, including sex.
Jungeun was fiery. In the ring, she came in fast and strong, landing blow after blow unforgivably. And this always followed into their sex. Jinsol would pin her down or bend her over and pound into Jungeun until she was a whining mess on the verge of tears and cumming hard around Jinsol. The only time she was ever vulnerable. Then Jungeun would take control, hands and mouth marking a path all over Jinsolâs body, bite marks and scratches on any surface of skin available for bruising and Jinsol would take the beating. (Her job was to take a punch, so a horny Jungeun was the least of her worries.)
Jinsol watches from the gym entrance as Jungeun hits the punching bag with unwavering focus, the bag swinging under her power. A hint of whatâs to come in a few weeks, when Jinsol takes the place of the bag as they fight each other in the ring.
They were both undefeated fighters. It was only a matter of time before they had to fight each other.
After their fight was announced, they had first met at the press conference and their first impressions had left each other frustrated in the wrong way. Jinsol thought Jungeun was arrogant and Jungeun thought Jinsol was cocky.
And Jinsol hadnât shut up about her since then, to Hyunjinâs annoyance.
(âDo you like her or something?â Hyunjin teases.
âNo!â
âOkay, then what is it? Iâve never seen you this bothered about an opponent before.â
âShe justâŠbothers me, I donât know.â
Hyunjin snorted and left it at that.)
Then at Yerimâs birthday partyâ a fellow fighter, one Jinsol was fond of and hoped sheâd never have to fightâJungeun happened to be there too, both running into each other literally, Jungeunâs drink spilling all over Jinsolâs shirt and the explosive argument that followed until they had to be pulled apart. The friction between them caused by their rivalry was too much, glaring from across the bar until they ran into each other again in the washroom.
They were unable to hold back their comments and attacks, so much hostility between them but unable to brawl right then and there. Jungeun was still a ladyâŠsomewhat, because Jungeun craved a different kind of fight, needing to burn all the tension between them as their fight within the ring was too far away. Jungeun jumped at Jinsol, kissing her, which led to groping which then led to Jungeun being bent over the sink.
Jinsol found herself coming back for more, despite all of Jungeunâs rudeness and abrasiveness. Jungeun made her work for everything when they were together, in pleasuring her and receiving pleasure. Jinsol was used to girls falling into her hand but Jungeun was a fight. Everything was a competition between them. If Jinsol was amazing in bed, making Jungeun cum the biggest orgasm of her life, Jungeun had to do it to Jinsol twice as good.
But Jinsol rarely saw Jungeun these last two weeks, and Jinsol had a feeling it would be longer between their sessions the closer it got to the fight.
Sheâs been texting and calling Jungeun all night with no answer. She knew exactly where sheâd be so Jinsol took it upon herself to show up. With only three weeks left until their fight, Jungeun would be training nonstop in the gym and although now it was nearly midnight, tonight was no exception.
Jungeun steps away from the bag, rips her gloves off and grabs her water bottle set on the floor next to her. Jinsol watches as she drinks, neck bobbing with each swallow. Jinsol twitches in her pants at the thought of Jungeun swallowing something else.
Jungeun catches Jinsol in the corner of her eye. She immediately pulls the bottle from her mouth, takes one big swallow, and glares at Jinsol. âWhat are you doing here?â
Jinsol rubs the back of her neck, suddenly insecure. âIâmâŠchecking you out.â She shrugs, giving Jungeun a slimy smirk.
Jungeun doesnât react to the shameless flirting. âYouâre here to spy on me because youâre worried Iâll beat you?â
Jinsol snorts. âIn your dreams.â She takes a few steps closer to Jungeun. âYou werenât answering my texts and calls.â
Jungeun wipes the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. âIâm busy.â
âItâs nearly midnightâŠâ
Jungeun raises her brow. âAnd?â
Jinsol gets closer until sheâs right in Jungeunâs space. âItâs too late to practice and youâre all sweaty right now. Just come back with me to my apartment and weâll shower,â Jinsol softly trails her finger down Jungeunâs sweaty arm, âtogether.â
Jungeun swats her hand away. âI am not having sex with you until after the fight. It weakens the body.â
âThatâs not even trueâŠâ
Jungeun shrugs. âWell Iâm not taking chances. Iâm going to win.â
âBut youâre fighting me. And having sex with me. It will still be a fair fight whether we have sex or not?â
âItâs not happening, Jinsol. Why donât you just go use your hand? Or better yet, find someone else.â
That feels like a punch to the gut. Find someone else? Jinsol would have no problem getting someone into bed with her. But it wouldnât be the same. Thereâd be no intensity, no push and pull, no excitement nor satisfaction of âsleeping with the enemyâ.
âI need to practice, Jinsol. Can you leave?â
Jinsol stands in place for a few seconds, but then bends for Jungeunâs gloves on the floor. She tosses them at Jungeun who expertly catches them without a flinch, and then walks over to the nearest extra pair of gloves next to the ring. âThen letâs practice together.â
Jungeun scoffs. âNo, Jinsol.â
Jinsol grins. âAre you scared?â
Jungeun makes a face. âDo you not realize how much trouble Iâll be in if we get caught fighting before the match?â
Jinsol shrugs. âIt wonât last too long.â
âYou never do.â Jungeun bites back.
Jinsolâs smile falters. âLetâs make this interesting. If I get you against the ropes, you come home with me.â
Jungeun snorts. âMy punishment for losing is going home with you?â Jungeun laughs, but walks toward the ring anyway.
Jinsol glares after her, but Jungeunâs backside distracts her as she watches her walk away, until Jungeun lifts herself through the ropes and into the ring. She shakes her head and follows after her.
Jungeun is already in stance, always ready for a fight. âPower at 50%?â
â70.â
Jungeun smiles. âYouâre gonna regret this.â
Jinsol opens her mouth and before she can reply with a snarky comment, Jungeunâs fist flies right at her face and she manages to dodge it, glove grazing her ear. âWhat the hell?!â
Jungeun giggles. âYou talk too much.â
Jinsol bites her tongue and gets into stance, bringing her gloves in front of her face. Jungeun mirrors her, eyes piercing and tough over her raised fists. Immediately, Jungeun comes in hot, throwing punch after punch and Jinsol dodges each and every one, blocking with her hands and elbows until she realizes Jungeun has already pushed her so close to the ropes.
Sheâs not about to let Jungeun win this one. Jinsol finds an opening when Jungeun throws a hook. She ducks and wraps both arms around Jungeunâs waist. She lifts her and as gently as she can, drops them both and pins the younger girl to the floor of the ring.
Jungeun lands with a resounding oof. When the shock subsides, Jinsol is hovering over her with an annoying smirk. Jungeun stares up at her with wide eyes and as she tries to process what happened, Jinsol lowers her head to kiss her but Jungeunâs gloved fist hits her in the forehead, knocking her back and off of Jungeun. Jungeun quickly scrambles to get on top of her and pin her down.
âSo you have to cheat to beat me?â Jungeun accuses.
Jinsol is rubbing her forehead with the bulbous fist of the boxing glove. âI donât see it as cheating. Iâm going easy on you, if anything.â
This makes Jungeun mad. âHit me.â
Jinsol has a dreamy smile on her face like sheâs thinking it over, but all she does is touch her glove to Jungeunâs nose. âBoop.â
Jungeun groans in irritation. She moves to get up but Jinsol pulls her down and rolls her onto her back so she hovers over her once more. Jungeun struggles, half heartedly Jinsol assumes because Jungeun is never this weak in her hold on purpose. She never lets Jinsol pin her down this easily.
Jungeun finally stops wiggling under Jinsol and her eyes lock onto Jinsolâs intense gaze as she smirks. âStop fighting.â
Jungeun glares, but only for a moment because her eyes soften suddenly. âFine. You win.â Jungeun says quietly. Every single time theyâre together, Jungeun plays hard to get in the beginning, pretends like sheâs not into Jinsol and the hard press of her body on top of her. She makes Jinsol fight for her attention and body, but then when she readily gives in, she pulls at Jinsol like she just canât get her close enough.
Jinsol chuckles, delighted that Jungeun is giving into her routinely. âStill pretending like you donât want me?â
Jungeun glares and before she can respond, Jinsol leans in and presses her mouth to Jungeunâs full lips. Jungeun wastes no time using her teeth, nipping and biting at Jinsolâs lips with enough strength to leave marks on the inside. Jinsol feels her blood rush through her whole body at the pain and she slots herself between Jungeunâs legs to press her bulge against her.
Jungeun brings her hands to Jinsolâs face to feel her but the glove awkwardly bumps against the side of her head, still donning the gloves. She pushes Jinsol back to stop kissing her for a moment and Jinsol tears herself away with a groan. Jungeun pulls off her bulky gloves and throws them aside. Jinsol smiles, wonders what it would be like to fuck Jungeun with the gloves on but then laughs to herself at the thought, pulling them off and throwing them aside too.
Jinsol leans in to kiss her again, just a peck this time before she trails down to her neck and licks a wet stripe from her collarbone to just below her ear. Her skin is salty from the sweat and Jinsol wants more. Her hands find the hem of Jungeunâs tank, pushing it up to bunch around her breasts. Jinsol lowers her mouth to Jungeunâs sculpted belly, biting love marks into her skin and licking up all the sweat.
It tickles Jungeun and she giggles at this, making Jinsolâs heart soar. She never hears her laugh aside from the times Jinsol is nuzzling her belly or kissing her thighsâher most sensitive areas. Jinsol keeps note of these times, burns them into her memory like theyâre a prized possession. More precious than any belt, trophy or medal sheâll ever receive.
Jungeunâs hands fist at Jinsolâs short black hair. She pushes at her head, down toward her hips, right where Jungeun needs her and Jinsol makes quick work of hooking her fingers in her waistband and pulling them down her thighs. Jinsol takes one big bite of her hip and then immediately delves her mouth into Jungeunâs folds, the first taste ripping a euphoric groan from her throat as Jungeun gasps above her. Jinsolâs hot tongue licks a hard stripe through her center and Jungeunâs nails dig right into Jinsolâs scalp. She licks up her slit, Jungeunâs wetness coating her tongue and Jinsol swallows it all up. Her tongue lightly circles Jungeunâs clit, avoiding direct contact and Jungeun pulls at her hair, groaning and sighing all at once.
âJinsol, please.â
Jinsol laughs at her begging, the sound vibrating within Jungeunâs pussy and her thighs twitch around her head at the tingling sensation. Jinsol presses her thumbs on either side of Jungeunâs clit, pulling her lips and skin apart so her little bud is isolated. Jinsol groans at the sight and then takes it into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks with a harsh suck and Jungeun cries out loud, jerking violently beneath Jinsolâs mouth.
Jungeun feels so good, her back arching as she grinds into Jinsolâs mouth, gasps and moans leaving her without control. Itâs always this good and they're both sure itâs the tension and competition between them that makes this so amazing.
Jinsol stops, places a kiss on her clit before sliding her tongue through her walls, penetrating Jungeun as Jungeun babbles nothing and everything all at the same time. Jungeun rides her tongue, nose hitting her clit, her grip not letting up from Jinsolâs hair as she breathes her name. âJinsol, s-so close.â Jinsol pulls back and Jungeunâs arched back flops back down. âWhy?!â Jinsol only laughs in reply. âIâm gonna kick you in the face.â
Jinsol hums in reply, softly kissing her way up Jungeunâs body but itâs all too intimate and slow for Jungeunâs liking so she rakes her nails up Jinsolâs biceps, punishment for leaving her so frustrated. Jinsol groans in both pain and delight and takes a bite into Jungeunâs chest above the low collar of her tank, leaving a huge mark in the space above her breast. âWanna feel you cum around me.â
Jungeun immediately hooks her thumbs into Jinsolâs waistband and pushes them down to her thighs, as low as she can reach, Jinsolâs huge dick swinging out and hitting her wet pussy. She reaches for Jinsol and guides her inside, jaw dropping open as her walls stretch for Jinsolâs dick. Jinsol actually whimpers at the slick contact, Jungeun all tight and warm on the inside. She slips her tongue past Jungeunâs lips, needing to be inside her in more ways than one. Her tongue licks the inside of Jungeunâs mouth and Jungeun trails her hands down Jinsolâs back and then grips her ass, pulling Jinsol into her hard, nails leaving crescents on the skin.
Jinsol starts thrusting, sloppy but hard, fast but measured. Her pelvic bone bumps Jungeunâs clit each time Jinsol bottoms out, Jungeun moaning and shaking around Jinsol. She digs her nails into Jinsolâs ass, dragging them across her pale skin and up her back, beneath her sweaty shirt before finally splaying her hands across Jinsolâs shoulder blades.
Jinsol marks her neck over and over, reveling in the feeling of Jungeun and how they fit together so perfectly, how good Jungeunâs skin tastes on her tongue, and how cute Jungeunâs moans sound in her ear. She pulls back to look down at her, Jungeunâs eyes blown out wide and her mouth stuck in an O that she canât help but breathe out, âPretty.â
Jungeunâs eyebrows pinch together. She reaches up a hand to Jinsolâs cheek and pushes her thumb into her mouth, hoping that if Jinsol is sucking on her fingers then that will put a stop to any compliments hanging on her tongue. But Jinsol bites onto her thumb and Jungeun pulls back with a whine. Jinsol smiles and leans down to kiss her. With the same bitten hand, Jungeun brings her palm down onto Jinsolâs ass cheek as she thrusts into her.
Jinsol groans at the smack, sucking on Jungeunâs lower lip. âIf you keep doing that, I wonât last much longer.â She mumbles against Jungeunâs lips.
Jungeun moans in reply and brings her hand down again and again with each thrust. Jinsol moans, speeding up her movements as Jungeun spanks her until the skin is red and stinging. She angles her hips to hit Jungeunâs most sensitive spot over and over, a deep cry pushed from her lungs as Jinsol firmly taps against her g-spot.
Jungeun locks her thighs around Jinsolâs hips. Sheâs not edging her this time around. Jungeun matches Jinsolâs thrusts, fucks her back as they ride each other out, until Jungeun is cumming with a loud whine, all over Jinsolâs thighs and onto the floor of the boxing ring. The tightening pushes Jinsol over, cum spurting out and filling Jungeun with a long string of swears peppered with Jungeunâs name in between. She thrusts both of them through it, a long drawn out whine from Jungeun as Jinsol keels over and pants into her neck.
Jungeun strokes Jinsolâs hair as she comes down. Until the realization dawns on her that sheâs just been fucked in the middle of a dirty boxing ring. âEw!â Junguen exclaims, pushing Jinsol off of her.
Jinsol is bewildered. Sheâs used to Jungeun being mean but not disgusted by her. ââŠbut youâre sweatier than I am?â
âNo, no, itâs not you.â Jinsol smiles in relief. âAt least not totally.â Her smile drops. Sheâs about to say something snarky but Jungeun standing and pulling her pants back up has her heart pulling at how adorable she is despite looking sweaty and fucked out. Then Junguen looks at her, pants still down and her bare ass still on the floor. âJinsol, do you know how many people have sweat and bled all over this ring?â
Jinsolâs face screws up in disgust. She jumps up and fixes her pants. When she glances up again, Jungeun is already out of the ring, walking away, leaving an empty space in Jinsolâs chest. She takes a few steps forward, to the edge of the ring, and leans on her elbows as she watches Jungeun walk away to the locker room, sighing in disappointment.
But then Jungeun looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow when she notices Jinsol hasnât followed her. âAre you not coming to shower?â
Jinsol perks up and points at herself. âMe?â
Jungeun giggles because really, who else would she be talking to? And Jinsol rushes to get herself through the ropes, nearly getting tangled in them and falling off the ring, scrambling to follow Jungeun as fast as she can.
And uhh I really like your writing! I saw your latest post and I wish you well :(( also can you recommend me some writer blogs
I'm looking for lipsoul ones or just loona in general
Hi there! Welcome to the blue site and thank you! Hope you'll still be around in a few months when I'll be able to get back to writing.
Writers
@lipsoulbox (who writes specifically lipsoul)
@bearcub-vivi (who also writes some twice and k/da)
@bird-girls
@catgirlhyunjin
@peachswan
Please, if you follow them, remember to write your age in your bio. Coincidentally all these writers are my friends and they're awesome so!!! I'm hyping their work!!!
