Sobering up at Sunrise
Jeong JinSoul (LOOΠΔ, ARTMS) x Male Reader
Tags: smut, fluff, romance, blowjob, fingering, creampie
Word count: 6.5k
a/n: first loona smut or whatever lol. just wanted to try writing one for a few months now, and after three or so days of writing it on a whim and about a week of editing, this is the final result. hope you like it.
also, I just noticed while editing this one, but thank you so much for 1k followers! I didn't expect it, considering how seldom I've released stuff lately, but I'll always be grateful for the read... anyways, I'm not gonna interrupt you from reading further hehe.
“Hey,” you greet Jinsol as she exits her bedroom. She rubs any trace of rheum off of her eyes. From the balcony, you walk to her at a faster pace with a warm mug in both your hands. “You woke up a little earlier than I expected, but here’s some green tea to start the day.” Right now, the sky is still too dark for your eyes to wander the beach of the California West Coast, but your room has dim lighting for you to see at this hour.
“Morning.” She takes your still untouched mug of tea and takes a quick sip. “Gomawo. I, uh, I had lots of drinks last night with the girls.” She takes another longer one before her eyes dart back to you. “And I’m surprised you didn’t touch another bottle.”
“I had a few, nothing more than three,” you clarify, keeping your hands intertwined. “And technically, I was still on the lookout for y’all, so I didn’t bother having more.” Aside from the fact that everyone else drank them first, you know it’s for the best.
“Please, that didn’t stop you before,” she points out, rolling her eyes after a teasing scoff.
“That was back then, Jinsol-ssi.” By instinct, you still keep your professional side on. “Like before everyone in the agency had a month’s worth of schedule in two weeks?”
The woman chuckles from your counter before taking her third sip. “Fair enough.” She places the half-empty mug on the table in front of her before crossing her arms. “But it doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun outside your duties. Remember the good days?”
She could mean anything, considering she’s brought back a lot of memories in your mind. The fruits of her group’s hundreds of successes and celebrations weren’t without having thousands more efforts and sacrifices, whether it’s in the spotlight or behind the scenes. Most, if not all, of your days with her, with them, have been some of your best.
“Mmm-hmm, I still get a lot of that from time to time. Doesn’t need to be outside them,” you admit with a suave cadence, making her chuckle a second time. Despite embracing the slow and comforting tension warming in your bodies, the whistles of the morning breeze from outside flowing between you, the same time another memory arises from Jinsol. Her eyes widen in dismay while you walk to the glass balcony doors to close it.
“I…” she lets out a deep sigh, before confessing what she expects you to be disappointed at. “I’m really sorry we didn’t get to go to the beach last night, Kwangsun-ah... We even agreed to do it since last week, but Jiwoo-yah had way more drinks than we expect—”
You walk back to her. “Aniya, aniya!” you shake your hands. You expected she’d bring it up, but what transpired last night made it cross your mind. “Gwenchanayo. No need to feel bad for anything. I mean, this is your last tour.” You imagine the members getting wild and wasted, an entertaining series of memories that used to give you nightmares. Now, it just makes you snicker. It’s always been an important moment of bonding for them. You want to remind her of that. “Stuff like that should be the least of our worries. I mean… In the longest time, you get to spend time with the members for most of the month and have your good old girls’ night, so there’s nothing wrong with that.”
She wants to say no and apologize further, but bringing up her members only reminds you of a bigger elephant in the room. You still made a good point, allowing her to smile for a moment before it sinks. “Yeah, I guess so… But, speaking of which… Our contract, I’m sure you’ve heard from the others, right?” She looks down on the floor for a second, rubbing her wrist with her other hand, before facing you. “Our… Decision?”
You nod, sensing her uncertainty and a sprinkle of unease. “I have, Jinsol-ssi.” Knowing the gravity of their situation, consoling and tending to her has always been your priority. “But that shouldn’t change things between you and the girls, right?”
“Of course, not,” she tells you with a burst of warm-hearted confidence, allowing herself to feel the exuberance of yesterday. “We’ve been a family for a long time. Even after our group split up into ‘units’, or whatever everyone calls them, we did our best to keep in touch.”
“You definitely are, and I’m just glad all of you have made up your minds about this…” You hold onto her left hand. “Even if it’s a tough decision to make for you.”
“We have…” She raises her left hand, flashing the golden ring on her finger to you. “You know, I couldn’t be more grateful that we have a manager this caring and thoughtful…”
“I’m just a pretty lucky guy,” you admit, your response stemming from the realization that, while you may necessarily no longer be her manager in a year, you still get to be someone who will be with her regardless of whatever endeavor she will be venturing.
She intertwines her fingers with yours, resting your hand on her chest. “Don’t you dare undersell yourself…” You’re pulled inches closer to her as she tilts her head to the side. “You’re not my fiancé for nothing, Choi Kwangsun.”
You can’t help but giggle at Jinsol’s proud retort. It’s been a year and a month since you proposed to her back in Seoul, but it’s always given both of you butterflies whenever you reminisce about that mundane yet special night. Before you can make your next move of comfort, she raises your hand and lets you rest your palm on her left cheek, allowing her to lean in and relax her eyes at the warmth of your touch amidst this gusty winter dawn.
“By the way, it’s still early and you’re not being your usual self…” She slowly raises an eyebrow with a mix of concern and suspicion. “Why’s that?”
“My usual self?” You tilt your head, your gullible mind still trying to process her phrase.
“You know what,” she sulks. “It’s not like everyone else is here, you’re still being formal with me. And I mean, almost half of the agency already knows about our engagement!”
“Ooooooooh, right… I should’ve known… Mianhaeyo,” you chuckle to lighten her up, making you fold and wrap her arms around your waist to cement your reassurance.”
She rests on your chest. “It’s not because the girls were around too last night, is it?”
“What?” You do not want things to escalate. At this point, there’s no use in talking like a manager to your own fiancée. You have to get rid of this habit before this talk takes both of you into a far more unpleasant kind of tension. You gotta act like her future husband.
“Is it because some of y’all had history too?” she questions you further. There’s not a hint of annoyance or suspicion from her tone now, only some concern about you, but also a sense of insecurity, something she rarely shows to anyone unless she’s bothered. “Heeki and Hyunjin-ie are the same age as you, plus Chaewon-ie, so you felt a little closer—”
“Aniya, noona,” you answer bluntly, killing the gust of chaos starting to befuddle her mind. “I know that we've had lots of fun and wilder days with other people, but I don’t know… I never cared about that.” You give her forehead a long kiss, exhaling a smile. “Looking back, I think a part of me has always been looking forward to seeing you the most, Jeong Jinsol-noona…” You kiss her left cheek. “More than anyone else.” You move to her right. “I’ve moved past that kind of life, ‘cause I wanna share mine with you.”
Her eyes glow and her cheeks warm up. You witness her blushing, prompting you to stroke her hair out of affection. She hears her own heart racing. While you process her initial reaction, a wider smile emerges on her lips. “You finally called me that…” She giggles, realizing that she’s able to break through your more timid, reserved, and sometimes stern and disciplined, “manager’s side.” For someone who often acts more than they speak, Jinsol has helped make you talk and open beyond speaking out of obligation, once from an idol to a manager, and now between lovers.
“Aaaaaahhh…” You finally figure it out, making you smack your face with one hand out of disappointment. Still, you don’t regret saying those words to her. It simply felt right. “Mianhaeyo, noona…” You place both your palms on each of her cheeks. “Jinjja…”
She rests on your forehead. “It’s just, I thought you weren’t comfortable with that word.”
“I’ve always felt comfortable with it,” you clarify. “It’s just, being a manager of one of the busiest and most beloved girl groups in Korea. It’s really kept me in a state where I often wish I could escape more often... I couldn’t juggle how I spoke to people or how I should treat them outside work… Things became a little blurry, before I had to adjust myself.”
“I get it…” She gives you a soft and long squeeze. “I don’t blame you for that, babe.”
“I don’t blame you either…” For you, Jinsol deserves everything a queen has, and a lot more. “I’m just happy we get to spend more time after work than usual.”
She finally pulls you in an embrace, lending each other warmth in this humid winter. You can’t be more over the moon for how far she has come, that you’ve been there to accompany and support her.
“Nado,” she mumbles. “But, that doesn’t have to stay the same way, does it? How you juggle the way you talk.” she asks, suggesting like their contract coming to a close isn’t all bad. Their disbandment may be bad for business or fandoms, yet it brings a fruitful promise for both of you.
You hope to lighten the mood up with a tease. “Well… I feel like it whenever you deserve it, maybe I’ll just call you noona in front of everyone. Even with the other managers.”
“Is that so?” she giggles. She leans closer to your ear, wanting you to virtually explore the possibilities with her. “When does it feel like I deserve to be called noona, babe?”
“All the time, actually,” you chortle your confession, before getting yourself back in your deeper voice. “But I think it makes things a little more special when I call you whenever you’d least expect.”
“Well, I just realized… This’ll probably be the last year I get to call you Manager-nim… What if I keep calling you that after all this?”
Your soft yet hoarse whisper to her left ear sends a wave of shiver that spreads a chilling sensation to Jinsol’s spine. Giving into the magnets radiating on your lips, you kiss your beloved fiancee with a sense of hunger that nothing else, except this woman can satiate. Falling into your own lust for her, your tongue enters her mouth, relishing in the traces of fruits, grilled pork, and beer from last night, mixed with the tea you gave her earlier.
“You getting hungry, noona?” you joke around with her, testing her desire. “We have breakfast downstairs in about thirty minutes or less… You sure you don’t wanna wait—”
With her soft palms, the woman gently pushes you until you land on the nearest chair to the left of the sofa. “It doesn’t hurt to have a little appetizer here first.” She takes off your underwear and shorts, tossing both of them away only three feet away from the sofa. “And a better one.” Getting down to her knees, she spreads your legs between her. Her eyes switch back and forth between your eyes and your cock, mesmerized by how hard and sweaty it already is from the palm of her hands. Without hesitation, Jinsol tilts her head and lunges at your rod like a ravenous and starved creature. Your balls receive a slow yet tender squeeze from her palm. You might have underestimated her quite a bit once she opens her mouth and takes your cock in without prolonging her usual teases.
Keeping you laid back on the furniture, you extend your arms on the backrest, gripping your nails on the leather, with Jinsol devouring you. As a minute passes, she adds a new trick, using her palms and tongue more to keep you lubricated and the back of your skull leaned on the backrest. Her gaze at your shaft remains as if it’s a sculpture she’s an artist trying to perfect and savor at the same time. You can only groan and giggle to the levels of stimulation rising from your member. She’s such a perfect goddess, your mind spurts, contrasting your dirtier lips, mumbling. “Fuck, you’re fucking… Flawless… Fffffmmmh!” Your fiancée’s mouth has made you fouler than you usually speak, and it’s giving her the fuel she needs to giving sucking on you for longer than she usually can.
Within over six minutes of your hog being sucked on by Jinsol has brought you to a heavenly plane, much like their concerts, especially whenever she gives you several winks and gazes of longing from the stage whenever you least expect it. It’s the same with the few winks she’s been giving you now on the floor.
After doing your best to hold it in, your trembling cock fires the first barrage of semen straight at Jinsol’s face. Splattered across her lower face and upper chest. Slowing down your breathing, you lean in and rest on her chest, which she welcomes with open arms, somewhat cradling you with soft hums and coos, now that you’re both seated. “You… You did perfect…ly. Thank you,” you muttered weakly. “So much…”
“Anything for my manager-nim…” Motivated by her phenomenal blowjob, you cup Jinsol’s chin and kiss her with a surge of carnal aggression. Jinsol was almost taken aback, but her surprise incites another sense of arousal with how forward you acted. While your lips lock and twist, your fingers trail her curves, down to her scrumptious thighs, which you give a brief squeeze, and make their stop on her cooch, feeling a wet spot through the veils of her jogger shorts. “It’s sooo… Nice,” she howls into your kiss.
At the same time she starts mumbling praises, you become determined to make it nicer for her. You wrap your left arm around her shoulder, leaving your fingers to begin their work on lubricating her with a smooth rub. In moments like these are when you realize how much you love your beloved’s lips, and her tongue even, as much as the rest of her body, unable to completely part them, relying on your sense of touch to slide your hand under the hem of her shirt and inserting two of your fingers through her tight entrance, before adding a third. Meanwhile, your thumb stays outside to keep her clit entertained.
Frenching Jinsol and fingering her on this sofa and delicately holding her like she’s a string instrument weirdly feels like a romantic moment, but any signs of your rational thoughts are currently silent under the dominance of your primal instincts. With each quick rub on her clit down to her labia before moving back inside her pussy, each note you make with her vulva allows her to keep howling and crying a seraphic melody that is on par with her live performances. You’re feeling not just lucky everyday, but you’re also grateful you get to do something that’s exclusive for her.
It takes five whole minutes of going back and forth between her most sensitive spots, and out of her pussy, until you feel her hand hold onto your wrist, locking it in place with fingering her entrance as fast and as long as you can. At the thirtieth second, the woman lets out her final moan of this session, gushing out her juices. A broken dam, smearing most of your hand with her essence. Your tongue scrapes off the juice on your thumb, taking delight in the sweet taste and slippery texture of her nectar, like you often would whenever one of you is lustful enough to take the other to somewhere isolated.
Still laying on her back after your breathtaking service, you take the chance to kiss her sharp and sweet jawline, before moving down to her neck and collarbone, licking out her sweat mixed with your splattered cum. With your fingers also soaked in her juices, Jinsol pulls your hand to her mouth and starts slobbering on it without a word. You thought of finishing it off yourself, but this sight is much better. She pulls you to your fingers, making you lick off her remaining juices right in front of her, similar to when you’re sharing an ice cream. Hearing her giggles throughout your lickings provokes you to clash against her mouth in between your fingers. You don’t stop until your hand has been cleaned with both your saliva.
And yet, just as you thought things were over, Jinsol follows her carnal instinct and takes your lips with more aggression. You make out for five seconds before your lips part. “Still hungry, noona?” you ask her if this was enough to feed her early cravings.
“Hungrier than ever,” she exhales, triggering a guffaw from you. Just as you expected.
Going back to her lips, you ought to take things to the next step after this point, having given each other the foreplay to keep yourselves going while the sun is still asleep.
Deep down, you’re itching to give her the same treatment, laying her on the sofa and eating her up like nyotaimori. However, the ticking clock on the wall catches you off guard for a second. “I believe everyone will be awake pretty soon.”
“Shit... Majayo.” She bites her lower lip, dismayed by this fact. “Time really flew by fast.” You shouldn’t have brought it up, but your manager's sense made you aware.
“Yeah… But I’ll try to make this worth our time,” you whisper back, bringing her back into the rhythm of your tension by nibbling on her collarbone. You yourself can’t stop yourself from tasting her, thirsting to taste her even longer. “If you want to, noona…”
Challenged by the running clock, neither of you does not bother to waste any second. You both pull yourselves into each other's lips while your libidos burn faster, allowing yourselves to undress each other within a minute. Jinsol takes off your shirt and tosses it right into the sofa, leaving you naked for her to drool over while you get through the many temptations of kissing her lips by stripping down her oversized concert shirt on the floor until she’s left with her bra. While locked with her lips, your fingers return to her still dripping pussy. Giving it another smooth rub, she lets out a hoarse moan, before mumbling, “Fuck, Kwangsun-ie…” With her eyes shut, she can only imagine and recall your length and girth inside her walls. “I really can’t wait… anymore.”
Neither can you. “I hear you,” you mumble with a grin. You give her another kiss before helping her unclasp her bra, taking fifteen seconds to savor her skin. Holding onto her legs, you flex your core and biceps, and, in a burst of vigor, exert enough strength to lift Jinsol off the floor. Feeling your next act fulfilling her plea, she quickly wraps them around your hips. At the same moment, your cock slides into her cunt as you pull her, closing the space between you. Every step you take leads closer to her room, which catches her attention.
“Not inside, babe,” she makes sure you catch her suggestion after lightly tapping your shoulder. “The room, I mean… We don’t have to head inside.” She giggles right after hearing herself. She didn’t have to clarify what she meant, yet her craving made her.
“Hmm?” You stop your tracks. “What’s wrong with it, noona?” Your brain goes back to manager mode. “Does something still need to be cleaned or..?”
“Aniya… It just reeks of liquor in there,” she lets out a slight pout, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes from the shivers you brought her, simply from hearing that term.
“I really don’t care about that.” You found her reasoning amusing and adorable. “But I’m guessing you have a better suggestion in mind?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she nods slowly. Her fingers trail on your arms, wanting to get a better feel of your muscles in action. “We can just do it here, Manager-nim…”
“Here?” Outside your bedroom, you take a quick look around your hotel room. There is not much special to see, except for a legless blue sofa, two different tables and a counter. But none of these spots are anything new to the both of you, so any of it will do, as Jinsol lets you make the first call at daybreak. For this beautiful and exceptional woman, you ought to make this special somehow.
“I mean, why not?” She leans closer to your ear, making you stop your quick inspection. “It’s not like we don’t spend most of our time back home in bed, right?”
“Touché,” you chuckle, right before a fresher idea seeps into your lust-filled brain makes you grin and tell her, “Hang on tight, Miss JinSoul.”
The woman giggles at your retort, letting out an enticing moan as you give one more thrust inside her walls, your tip rubbing onto her cervix a second time. This time, you raise her until her head levels with yours. Interlocking each of your arms under her legs and your palms under her ass cheeks for better comfort, you begin to pounder her at a faster pace. The pleasure you felt from her mouth now doubles with every thrust, such an elevating sensation is now connecting to hers with how deep your shaft rams in and out of her. Your speed forces Jinsol to wrap her arms around your neck, her second seat belt for this ride you’re taking her to.
“You really know—” she gasps out next to your left ear, keeping her eyes open through the surges of stimulation building up down her most sensitive zones, spreading across her breasts and muscles, it causes her to dig her sharp jaw down your shoulder. Oddly enough, it adds a pleasurable sensation to you in a similar way to a shoulder massage, almost slowing your pounding. “Just where… to fuck…iiing—touch me, Manager-nim. Ngaaaaauuuugggh!”
“Of course, babe,” you huff with a chortle, slowly giving more power to your thrusts while you pound her on the wall. “Anything… for my… perfect—fuckiiiiiing—idol…”
You savor each minute, traveling from corner to corner of the room without dropping her. When you almost lose balance, you take her to the counter so she can sit down and, seeing your nonstop effort, lifts her breast for you to suck on. Your thrusts take intervals of hastening and slowing down your pace, ensuring that you can witness her arching her back, sticking her tongue out, and rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “Yeeeeeeeees, babe!” she gasps, invigorated by how hard you suckle her tits while sniffing on her scent, from sweat to her candy perfume. “I’mauugggh… I’m really deli…cious… Am… I not?”
“You’re the tas--tiest!” you grunt to her ear. Of course, this little room tour requires you more strength and endurance to keep yourselves in this mobile position, yet it’s always been worth the challenge. The counterbalance between giving and receiving pleasure from each other only draws out your passionate morning for much longer than you planned. Once a minute passes, you lift and take her from wall to wall, even reaching both of your rooms, and still, you don’t finish there. You thrust as hard and as long as you can, while Jinsol leaves her mark on your upper body with her licks and nibbles.
Ten minutes in, your hands have made their mark on her cheeks the longer you squeeze, and yet Jinsol does not make you stop with her ecstatic moans and lust-driven laughter, doing her best to keep her cries down. At this moment, the heat shared between your bodies has reached its boiling point. Each of the fluids flowing through your nethers give you a withstanding pressure which you can barely contain the longer your throbbing cock hardens and pumps inside her walls.
Your legs finally begin to sore and shudder, prompting you to slowly walk yourselves back to the sofa, your step getting slower and heavier than the last. As you reach the sofa, you gently lay Jinsol on the middle of the high-grade leather seat. Tightening her legs around your waist, you give your last thrusts inside her. The “lids” on your tip and her entrance start to spurt and spill its respective essence inside her. The patience on your trembling bodies is wearing thin, and one of you should start giving a heads up. “I’m clo--ck—close,” you choke on your own spit and words while trying to warn her.
“Me--me too,” Jinsol garbles, and in a sense of panic and urgency, you follow your rationale and try to pull out of her cunt, but she only tightens her grip around you, digging her nails on your skin, which gives you one stingy and gratifying sensation.
“Gwen…chana… I brought pills, member?” she mutters weakly, her drained smile washing over you in relief. You almost forget that. Well, for a moment, you actually forgot she often brings them. Note to yourself, you’re gonna have to trust each other more, even in the littlest of things. “Mmgggnnnhh… I need you warm inside-uh me!”
It takes one slow and robust thrust before you let go of the pressure off your manhood, quickly flooding and filling Jinsol’s womb with your seed. Having already come a couple of times earlier, the woman’s final wave of juices clash with yours, dripping out her cunt. Her head thuds into the soft surface, gently tapping your skin as she laughs hysterically. Something that’s odd to some is basically music to you with how much you adore her.
In the afterglow of your sweet and crazy lovemaking, your forehead rests on Jinsol’s. And wanting to keep your weight off her, you try to get up from the couch, only for her to pull you back to her. Thanks to your knees supporting yourself on the couch, she remains comfortable under your embrace. She initiates a kiss one more time, feeling you fire a little more cum inside her. Even from the balcony, the rays of the sun inevitably reach your skin. It’s not as beautiful as the one from the west coast, but the light nevertheless gives you a soothing sensation, and not an irritating one, thanks to the solar control in the glass doors. From the furniture, you both take a quick glance at the sky glowing into bright orange before your heads turn to take a good look at each other, soaked in your sweat and feeling your heartbeats racing on each other’s chest.
Carefully, you pull your cock out of her entrance, dripping a few drops of semen on her thighs and stomach. “That’s one way to start the morning,” you mumble, looking down at her with an uncontrolled grin and your eyes squinted until you’ve caught your breath and regained your thinking. You didn’t notice how the skies have already brightened up.
“It sure is,” Jinsol bursts out in laughter with you, fizzing out the remainder of her libido while clinging onto your arms. Caressing your cheek, her eyes have a glint of playfulness left despite her ragged breath. “We could get used to this… A little more often.”
“I think we can get that arranged,” you chuckle, bringing out a pinch of your manager voice in your tone, which swoons over her. Finding relaxation in the slow exchange of your breaths, you don’t hesitate to fix her disheveled hair. “I love you, Jinsol-noona…”
She accepts your lips for another quicker, albeit just as sweet kiss. Once your lips part, you find each other with grins of endearment. “I love you too, Kwangsun-ie... So much.”
You think of spooning or cuddling with her on the sofa, up until you three thumps struck the door, followed by a familiar light voice. “Unnie! Manager-oppa!” Yerim’s sparkling voice yells from the outside, slightly muffled by the wooden door. “Are you guys still fucking in there or what? ‘Cause I doubt you’re still asleep—”
“Yerim-ah, keep it down! There are other people here, you know?” Haseul’s warning follows in a much softer yet more commanding tone. “Guys, don’t listen to her,” she mumbles to you, more mellow and cordial. “Just take your time to fix yourselves...”
You immediately reach for your shorts hanging on the table next to you, realizing you still have a lot of jobs to do on your last day in the Western hemisphere, at least for a long while.
“C’mon, unnie. We gotta head to Fashion Island later, you know!” the younger woman whines while her trivial argument with Haseul ensues outside.
“I’ll get the door,” you tell Jinsol. After exchanging a hearty chuckle, you get up from the sofa first and help Jinsol sit down to dress and tidy up. Juggling between walking to the door and wearing your shirt, you were able to get there. Jinsol catches up after you toss her shirt at her with precision.
“Fashion Island again?” your fiancée yells behind you, tying her hair up with a black rubber band. You muffle your laughter with your hand. “Didn’t we go there last time?”
“Yeah, but they got new launches, and we don’t wanna miss out, so you two better get your asses at the lounge in ten minutes!”
Jinsol opens the door, ready to face the younger member. “Oh, so you’re a part-time manager now?”
“Yeah!” Yerim maintains her grumpy attitude, feeling as if she’s got the upper hand over you two. “You guys may have been boning here, but I’m sure I even woke up a lot earlier than you and oppa.”
Jinsol shakes her head, unable to hold her laughter alongside Haseul. “I assure you, Yerim-ah… You did not.”
“Whatever…” she lets out a chortle. “So are you guys coming downstairs or not?”
“We still have ten minutes,” Jinsol makes her point, hoping to stay here a little longer.
“Fifteen, actually,” you correct, just having taken a quick peek on your phone. All three are intrigued. “We just got a text from daepyonim… Our flight’s rescheduled to four hours later, so we can stay here a little longer before we can make our last stops.” Such news makes Jinsol take your unoccupied hand as her eyes glow.
“Really?” Haseul’s face brightened all the same at your live update. “Oh, wow.”
“Yeah,” you elaborate, resting your hands on your lap. “I think everyone’s readjusting things ‘cause of the contract expiration... Plus, all of your old members are here too, I think the hotel’s preparing a little farewell breakfast of some sorts…”
“How’d that happen?” Yerim wobbles her head, taken aback by the surprise.
“I only heard that a couple of managers and some staff here are Orbits,” you explain.
“Like they’re Or—” Haseul attempts to clarify, alongside a nod from Yerim.
“Like Orbits, Orbits, yeah…” Fortunately for them, you expect this kind of question more often from your personal social circle. “The first followed the group since, like, your first comeback. Some of them don’t follow as much, but they still listen to your newer stuff.”
“I guess that answers our question last night, unnies,” Yerim cheers up, clapping once.
“What question?” You wonder, now only realizing that you’re the odd one out among them. “I, uhh, don’t mean to pry…”
“It’s fine, oppa,” she assures you. “It's just some hunky dongpo was hitting things off with Chaewon-unnie in the lounge last night… And I think we’re the same age, too, if I'm not mistaken.” She puts her index finger under her chin. “Or is it Yeojin-ie’s? Hmmm…”
“Hunk? Choi Yerim, you know you’re married, right?” Tilting her head to the left, Jinsol reminds the younger woman with a raised eyebrow and a smirk while still being curious.
“Unnie, I love my hubbie.” Yerim crosses her arm, pouting at her playful suspicion. “Just trying to spill the tea… That’s how Jungie-unnie describes him. Heck, Hyeju’s impressed with him, the same Son Hyeju-yah we know, like that’s how fascinating the situation is.”
“Okay, okay, I believe you and appreciate the tea, but you tell us about it later,” Jinsol’s natural type of leadership still awes you with admiration and adoration for her, even if it's exemplified in the most trivial situations. “You know, when all of us are together.”
“Exactly… And that means we’re having a fancy breakfast later, right?” Haseul smoothly brings you all back to the original topic, which you went along well with. “Did I get that right, Kwangsun-ah?”
“Pretty much… But that’s just a heads-up, Haseul-ssi, I mean, noona…” Your sudden correction of wording and clearing of your throat cracks a chortle from Jinsol. “You can tell the others, but pleeeease don’t make it too obvious to the staff once you reach the lounge.”
“Arasseo…” The older woman snickers, exchanging a teasing stare with your fiancée. “That’s really sweet of them, actually… I’ll let everyone know in our dantokbang.”
“We’ll head downstairs in ten minutes,” Jinsol rapidly raises both eyebrows, which only you failed to notice. You look back to her too late; she only meets you with a wide smile.
“Sooooo, that means, we should go…” Haseul nudges Yerim’s shoulder with a light titter. “Thanks for the update, Kwangsun-ah.”
You bow to them, which they reciprocate by instinct. “No problem, Haseul-noona.” Looking back, you also owe her for being one of the first to believe in your love for Jinsol, similar to you with your older siblings and closest friends.
Yerim’s hands sway together in slight embarrassment. “I suppose, y’all can still have fun for now…” She turns to you and bows a second time with a frown. “Mianhaeyo, oppa...”
“It’s fine, Yerim-ah…” With a pursed smile, you give her shoulder a couple of light taps. “You girls should probably just chill for a while. You all had the busiest month in a long while. You deserve a long rest… Longer than what you’re getting, even.”
“Gomawoyo... And we will,” Haseul also speaks for herself and Yerim, pulling her closer like a parent to her shy child. The younger member beams at your reassurance. Being a manager means you’ll have to look after all of these idols. Thankfully, they also end up getting a good friend to confide in from time to time. “We’ll head back to our rooms.”
“Take care, unnie, Yerim-ie,” Jinsol huddles them into a hug. “I’ll see you girls later.” You wave them farewell before closing the door while hearing some of their banter.
“You realize your husband might be waiting for you in your room by now,” Haseul murmurs to Yerim while resting her hands on her shoulders from behind; they both rush outside the hall of the floor to the elevator.
“Aniya, aniya, unnie… I’m sure his snores are still filling up the room,” the younger woman tries to tell her otherwise. “I guess I still have little time to surprise him.”
Back inside your room, you face Jinsol with a smile mirroring hers. “So, noona, do you wanna shower first?” you ask your beloved. “I’ll clean up our little mess here for a bit.”
She pulls you closer, wrapping your waist with her long arms. “We can just do that later and get in together… I may not be able to stay close to you… Not until the flight.”
Her pouting expression has always made your heart melt. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can stay close the whole trip. Physically,” Your technical answer brings a swift giggle to her. “But for your offer… How can I say no to that?”
You can tell that something’s been lingering on her mind since she chatted with them. It’s a little mysterious, mischievous even. “Okay, but, um, you know, I was thinking…”
“Yeah?” you tilt her head to the right, encouraging her to confess her alluring thoughts.
“I wouldn’t mind if you start using… Less honorifics with me every now and then.”
Your eyes light up. You even feel a little throb down on your flaccid member. “Jinjja?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hums, biting her lower lip with her sharp, sultry gaze locked on you.
“That’s—Wait…” Feeling how it sounds too good to be true, your hunches warn you of a possible reason for her tempting suggestion. Your domineering allure becomes invaded by some concern for her. “It’s not about what I called Haseul-noona earlier, is it?”
“Not…” Her eyes avoided yours for a second, wandering from left to right to figure out how to phrase it. Nevertheless, she doesn’t wanna lie to herself, nor to you. “—Entirely.”
“Come on, noona…” You pepper kisses into her cheeks, going down to her right hand. “That doesn’t make you jealous, does it? I mean, I’ve also called you noona before, as much as I call Haseul or Jungeun… Even Vivi, Sooyoung, and Jiwoo insisted on it, and I’ve rarely met them.”
“I know, I know. But I’m not bothered by that,” she snickers from embarrassment. “We know you had time with some of them, and even before that, you were already close… I also met your sisters…” She rubs her nape. “It's more on myself. Just wondering about the idea that maybe we can do a little bit of switching things up next time, you know?”
Sensing the sincerity in her look and words, you shake your head with a chuckle of both disbelief and fascination. There’s nothing for you to worry about. Not in this chapter of your lives. “Huh. Well, I guess…” You inch closer, resting the tip of your nose with her. “There’s still a lot I can look forward to before the wedding, Jinsol-ah…”
“Oh, you have no idea what you’re in for, Kwangsun-ie,” she whispers deep in your ear.
Her hot breath striking your ear spirals into your spine. In the seconds that follow, your cock naturally hardens as a response to her, shortly before you feel her fingers wrapping around your crotch. “Heh… I, uh, I tend to love most surprises, so I’m think I can han—”
Feeling an enticing sense of heat from your anticipation, Jinsol giggles and pounces on your lips, slowly tiptoeing and wrapping her arms around you. Your hands travel down her leg, giving her the signal to jump and wrap them around your hips as you catch her bottom. Having regained your strength, you carry your beloved and, with your lips still dancing, walk yourselves to the bathroom, cherishing half of the additional ten minutes given to you, before going about your day.
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I am not a longtime fan/stan of LOONA, but I really admire their talent and music in general, especially the post-BBC units. I missed a lot of great stuff when they first came out, even though I was familiar with some memes related to them, but I'm happy they've made quite left a mark on kpop, and most of them are still active. with that, I don't have a bias, considering they're simply all stunners, but JinSoul just happens to catch my eye the most. I think mintwithchoco's loonathesmut series might've been an influence on why I wrote this fic this way, without the stepsibling aspect, of course. plus, noona JinSoul fics are rare outside that series (maybe I'm wrong), so like, I couldn't help it lmao.
alongside JinSoul, I also considered writing Choerry before this, but maybe I'll just save it for another time. there's a tease here, after all. I thought if I could've made this a little longer, but I like how this turns out. not all fics have to be a full-on series. already got a lot of that on my plate lol. they can have continuations in the future if I'm tempted.
and one more thing: a shorter fic will be out in a few days. but as usual, thank you for the read and I hope y'all are having a wonderful day! take care and till next time! ₍₍⚞(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)⚟⁾⁾
