#chuusoul

[bearcub-vivi]

Jinsoul: h-

Jiwoo: wheres that video of you cumming with sound on

😭😭😭😭

Jiwoo sending her material to get off too, but she's still so shy about it so it's just her panting and whispering Jiwoo's name until she spills. Then the end is frantic movement cause she needs to clean up.

[bearcub-vivi]

Jinsol shifting in her seat, the sound of a camera going off every time she shifts into another pose. She always looked forward towards these nights, she was leaving in two days time to a conference and Jiwoo wanted- no, she needed new photos of her. "Shall I remove my shirt?"

Jiwoo gasped, her eyes hidden as she kept them focused on the preview screen. She was taking every shot carefully, she couldn't wait until the final version was available.

"Yes, please."

Jinsol nodded, leaning forward just a bit to remove her shirt, it was tossed aside to be forgotten until later. Another shutter sound filled the room, and Jinsol leaned back, tilting her head with an easy smile. "Wouldn't it be easier if you were closer?" The innocent smile on her face didn't match her thoughts, no she wanted Jiwoo on her lap. She wanted to have her close, to be able to touch her while they both indulged in this little game of theirs.

Jiwoo finally looked up, her eyes darkened and blown. Her eyes greedily taking in the sight that was her girlfriend, relaxed and inviting her to finally receive her own attention.

"Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?" Jiwoo asked, already knowing the answer. Her fate was sealed the moment she made herself comfortable on Jinsol's lap. Instead of an answer, she was rewarded with lips against her own. Arms circling her waist to keep her in place. "Guess not..." She breathed out, only for Jinsol to smile shamelessly.

"Can we reschedule the rest of this? I need you right now." The request, the need in Jinsol's voice, it sent shivers down Jiwoo's spine. To be desired so openly still excited her. "I'll cover the cost of your time."

Fuck the rest of the scene. Jiwoo placed the camera away, instead focusing on the gorgeous woman who was determined to reduce her to a puddle.

[bearcub-vivi]

Thinking about Chuusoul but it's Jiwoo recording everything leading up to Jinsol getting milked.

Jinsol getting home from work, a little tired, looking just as handsome as when she left, and she kinda just encourages whatever playful mood Jiwoo is in.

Meanwhile this is happening because Jinsol mentioned in passing that she likes having naughty/flirty videos and photos of herself.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[pupvivi]

Ragged breathing, flushed skin, and the overwhelming urge to fuck. That's exactly what Jinsol was experiencing. She hated her ruts, how badly she felt so out of control.

Cool cloth brushed against her skin, and she hissed before moaning. She didn't want to be taken care of like this, she wanted to be pressed against this very bed and used.

"Breathe, you're in good hands." Jiwoo whispered softly, her nose flinching at the fresh wave of pent of Alpha pheromone that was sent her way. She knew it wasn't anything personal.

This wasn't the first time she's dealt with Alphas in rut.

"It hurts so fucking bad, holy shit." Jinsol wheezed. She long abandoned her outer layer of clothes, opting to lay in her underwear, her special rut boxers on. It was built to absorb excess fluid and as gross as it was, it was better than ruining her sheets. "I hate being an Alpha."

There was a bit more teeth in that last statement, but she relaxed a bit more when she felt Jiwoo press a cool cloth to her face. It felt good, even with how brief it was, and her nose desperate to seek out Jiwoo's artificial scent that came from her soap.

It was better than her own scent for sure. "Jiwoo," her eyes clothes, she wanted so badly to ask her help, but her pride wouldn't allow her. Instead she huffed again, and turned away.

Jiwoo softened, feeling for her roommate. While she'll never experienced the pain of a once a month urge to fuck, she does still have to deal with menstruation. If Jinsol is kind enough to put up with her whining for chocolate and cuddles, she can put up with her overwhelming musk and impressive tent that she keeps eyeing.

"You know you can ask for help, right? I won't judge you." It was nearly a whisper, but god Jinsol heard her, and practically sat up, before letting out an embarrassed sound at her eagerness. "Woah." Jiwoo chuckled helping her back down. "I'll take that as a compliment. But what exactly do you need from me."

A million thoughts went through her mind, various of Jiwoo's lips on her, lapping at her leaking tio, while pressing messy kisses against her shaft. Or maybe she could tell Jiwoo about the fleshlight she kept in the shoebox under her bed, and how she would love nothing more for her to hold it while she fucks it.

Her cock gave a needy twitch at that.

Jinsol's breathing picked up, not from nervousness, but from excitement. She licked her lips, before reaching for Jiwoo. She pulled her close and just buried her face into her neck. She need to be nice and gentle, this was her friend. A roommate. Doing her a big favor.

Yet she couldn't stop herself from scenting the beta against her. It was her nature to do so. "Under my bed, I need you to grab the box and use the toy on me."

Jiwoo blinked at the request, wondering exactly what kind of toy it would be. Once she wiggled away from Jinsol long enough to get it out, she let out a little gasp. She's seen fleshlights before but never one that was transparent.

She took the lube that was next to it as well and returned to Jinsol's side. The heavy gaze was enough to make Jiwoo finally blush. "Now what? Are you gonna strip for me?" There was a flash of excitement in Jinsol's eyes.

Her hands were quick to pull down her boxers, cock springing free only to lean heavily to the left. Precum dribbling at a steady rate. "Please," She finally breathed out, wanting nothing more than to let Jiwoo just toy with her.

[mobiused]

[#Jinsoul] Long time no see, blue haired Jinsoul 💙💙

[pupvivi]

jiwoo walking in on gp!jinsoul jacking off 🥺

Jiwoo meant to knock, she really did. But with everyone out for the day, she figured she'd ask Jinsol is she wanted to watch a movie. But the question died on her tongue when she caught her Unnie pleasuring herself.

She knew that everyone got urges and needed privacy, but she still didn't expect to walk in on Jinsol going at it like her life depended on it, so desperate and whimpering deliciously into her pillow. If she wasn't focused on the sounds the older woman was saying she would have missed her name.

Closing the door behind her, Jiwoo was quick to close the gap between them, making sure her presence was known. Jinsol's eyes widened but the way Jiwoo was looking down at her, get eyes darkened in desire, or only made Jinsol throb harder in her hand. She couldn't even hide her desire, not when she was caught like this.

"Keep going. I want to see you finish."

Jinsol moaned at the command, and Jiwoo leaned down to kiss her, the kiss was like liquid fire and Jinsol's hand went back to work, gradually building herself back up, embarrassing sounds leaving her mouth.

Knowing she was being watched was making her even more sensitive, and it didn't help that Jiwoo pulled the blanket down further exposing herself.

"Do you always think of me?" Jiwoo asked, and Jinsol nodded. "Naughty." She continued, and Jinsol's hips rose a bit at being scolded. "Oh, you like that? You like knowing I caught you and think that you're messy, Unnie."

Jinsol moaned in response, her orgasm so close. But Jiwoo stopped her, only to take over, precum dribbling down her shaft and covering Jiwoo's hands. "So sensitive." She cooed when Jinsol tried to fuck herself into her fist. "and so eager. Tell me, how long can you hold back, Unnie? Everyone is going to be out until dinner. Maybe we should find out."

[loonarchyyxy]

GIVING LOVE A SHOT_Chuusoul_strangers to enemies/lovers?

_PART 1_+700 words

'KBS World : Hot couple Wooseok and Jinsoul seen exiting filming site with weighty expressions, could that be that there's trouble brewing..??

(...)

And if suspicion of inconvenience arising in paradise hadn't already gotten their fans thinking, what you will read next might be enough to convince you :

Not 1 but 2 cars were seen leaving the restricted parking lot a little before noon, husband and wife both taking opposite directions, a reporter says.

Is their marriage running as smoothly as they assure ?'

/***/

Jinsoul's heart jumps in her chest as the magazine slams against the desk in front of her like a clap of thunder, her stare shifts from the humiliating cover to her fuming manager "HAVE YOU GONE MAD ???

If she is intimidated, or shameful, she doesn't let anything show, "It's nothing Jackson, they are literally looking for anything."

She keeps her statuesque posture, even when a rushed knock draws his glare away and towards the door.

Dickhead finally deigns to show up. Jinsol wishes she could let the cutting remark slide off her tongue. Instead, she keeps her eyes onto the desk, unwavering, as her husband takes a seat in the chair next to hers.

"I don't think we should get worked up for this." Wooseok starts in a composed tone, not only is he handsome and a talented actor, he is also tactful. How bad Jinsol cannot stand the sight of him. She cannot stand his conduct, his crafted indulgence, his lack of humanity. This man is less of a human being than a mannequin and she cannot muster enough strength to think of one reason that could justify her agreeing to this arrangement.

If she knew this fabricated union would become such an emblem for so many people, if she knew that as many compromises would be at stake, she would have thought twice before getting married with a man she would have never imagined living a romance with, not in a million years.

She is not even sure of her self-worth as an actress before this whole thing was launched, but their manager is here to remind her.

"See..." He plops down into his office chair, the leather squeaking in shock, and rummages through some drawer. A pile of paper lands atop the magazine and the girl's blond locks sway behind her back with the gust of air.

"Just looking at those." He sits back into his chair and intertwines his fingers over his knee. Jinsol is about to reach for the pile but stays rooted in her seat when Wooseok goes for it first.

The way she learned how to, unseen, Jinsol skims over dozens of articles, Daum posts, about Wooseok and Jinsoul, about Jinsoul and Wooseok, nothing about Jinsoul, her life as an independent actress, about the dozens of movies she starred in way before changing company.

It sends a pang of regret into her heart, and Jackson's words sure don't help, "You got it, you guys are nothing without each other, what makes your popularity is how strong and flawless your couple is."

She wants to throw up. She wants to jump off the window and drown.

"Your fans are rooting for you two together." He emphasizes. Jinsol fights to keep her composure, the more he speaks, the more she wants to bash his head in.

Wooseok shifts uncomfortably in his seat, "They're not rooting for Wooseok, or Jinsoul, they're rooting for Wooseok and Jinsoul."

If it wasn't obvious already. Jinsol can only blow off some steam inside her mind.

He sends his chair into the large window behind him as he springs to his feet and points a finger towards the article that could cost Jinsol her career, "This. It's bad. And I know what I'm talking about."

He focuses on his phone for a few seconds, thumb scrolling down his screen in a rush, "Here, you guys are already in the top search. The article came out yesterday." He shows the phone to the couple as if they could read from this far away.

"You both will get back in your right minds right away and show the world you're in love." He decides, and as if he could see Jinsol's displeased face, he adds, "And I don't give a fuck if it's not the case, you can pretend, right?"

They are actors after all.

[orbityeolgi]

Chuusoul w/ dorky chuu going to the library just to see the pretty lady who works there (jinsoul) everytime and jinsoul comes up to her one day and tries to talk to her but chuu is a nervous mess :(

Once more, Chuu hovered by the research section, caressing the shelves as she peeked between books; she thumbed through a sheet music book and pretended to immerse herself in it - but really, her attention was elsewhere. She was at a perfect spot to stare at her.

Her - Jung Jinsol, like the neatly pinned tag on her uniform read; but everyone in the library called her Jinsoul - “it’s more friendly that way!” the cheerful woman would say. Jinsoul, with her wavy black hair and bangs and sparkly eyes and adorable dimples; Jinsoul, who would have her eyebrows pinched in concentration as she pored over a complex math book. Jinsoul, who’d smile at children and old people alike, pout and laugh and chat with everyone who returned books like she meant it, like she was interested in everybody. Jinsoul, who would carry stacks of books twice her size from the vault to the front desk. 

Jinsoul, who Chuu had been crushing on since her last year of high school. Chuu would always be made fun of by her friends for cycling the entire way across town to go to this library in particular - it was a cozy one, the light pouring in through the windows giving the brown floorboads and shelves a warm atmosphere in the afternoon, one that suited Jinsoul right to a T. No matter how much “you don’t even like to read?!” Lip would scream-laugh in bewilderment, no other library had Jinsoul. And so almost everyday after class, Chuu stared at her, completely enamored with the way Jinsoul would nibble on her pens or twirl her hair around her finger or hum to music when she was bored.

Here she was, two years later as a university student; Chuu had always been a social butterfly, making friends as easily as she breathed - but somehow, actually walking to the desk and talking with Jinsoul was not something she could manage to do. Everytime she’d come here, she’d walk empty-handed, or if she really had to borrow a book, she’d do it with the self-checkout machine.

She’d make a fool of herself, she knew. Plus, Chuu hated when people, especially men, would try to chat her up when she was working - in that sandwich shop where she did her part-time at, the customer was king, and she often had to endure obvious, unwanted flirting with a forced smile, wondering how to politely reject their advances without getting fired. So she did not want Jinsoul to feel that way - she’d never forgive herself for making her uncomfortable - and thus, never went to talk to her.

Chuu sighed (a little dreamily, sue her; Jinsoul had gathered her hair with one hand to one side, and the gesture had Chuu swooning) and she leaned on the shelves, wishing she had the courage to actually go and talk to her without sounding creepy. Even if, she had to admit, her staring must have been… creepy.

Jinsoul shifted on her desk chair, happily rolling away to grab a flyer for one of the patrons that stopped by. Chuu balanced her weight on her other leg, leaning more on the shelf, in order to see properly. Her school bag was in the way, so Chuu bounced– 

–and suddenly, the shelf supporting her fell with a loud noise, all the books tumbling on the floor.

At that exact moment, Jinsoul raised her head in her direction, and they locked eyes between the bookshelves.

Panicking, Chuu ducked to the floor and grabbed whatever book-shaped object on the floor, hiding her face into it. Her eyes seeing but not reading the words as her heart thundered in her chest. A fool - she was a fool - a whole clown– no, the entire circus!

She heard footsteps and did not dare look up, her face red as a strawberry. Someone crouched in front of her and Chuu already knew who it was, from the unhurried pace at which they went.

“Are you okay?” 

God, Chuu wanted to die - was this heaven or hell? She screwed her eyes shut and shook her head, lowering the book. “I’m sorry for causing a mess…”

“It’s okay,” Jinsoul said. “As long as you’re not hurt. But we have a policy, you know? Please take care of the library?”

“I– I know!” Chuu squeaked. She opened her eyes - bad move, Jinsoul was even prettier up close, and Chuu could make out the smaller details, like a tiny scar between her eyebrows, or her soft sideburns, or the gentle wing of her eyeliner– so of course, she felt her face heat up even more. “I’ll help with putting these back on the shelves!”

Jinsoul chuckled. “Okay. Just asking, because you seemed pretty adamant on reading, uh,” she peered over to see the book was clutching. “Relaxation music for Penguins. Upside-down.”

“I, uh,” Chuu mumbled, tossing the book aside. A clown. She was a clown. “Yeah, I’m, uh, training. To, um, apply to the zoo. They might need a musician.”

Jinsoul laughed and rose up. “I can’t blame you for finding that book interesting. Perhaps I should play music to my pet fishes,” she said, offering a hand to Chuu. “Do you know how to put them back properly?”

Chuu hesitantly took her hand - warm, she thought - and rose as well, avoiding her gaze. “Of course I do! It’s by uhhh…!”

Jinsoul crossed her arms, looking amused.

“…I don’t. I’m sorry,” Chuu admitted with a sigh.

“I’ll help you, then,” Jinsoul said, placing the shelf back on its hinges. “It’s not necessarily by alphabetical order, but it’s easy, just read the label on the side… Um…”

Think, clown, think! “Chuu, I’m Chuu. Well, Kim Jiwoo, but you can call me Chuu.”

“Chuu,” Jinsoul repeated, smiling as she put a book back. “It’s funny how you’ve been around since forever yet I’m only learning your name now. You never stopped by my desk!”

Chuu looked up, slightly stunned. She noticed her? Of course she did, moron, she works here! “Well, uh, I didn’t want to bother you…”

“You would never!” Jinsoul said. “Reading is nice, but it’s always fun talking with patrons. Especially if they’re pretty!”

Chuu wanted to die. Again. Her cheeks were burning, and she had to take a deep breath as she placed books back on the shelf. “I… Thank you. But you don’t know what you’re saying. I can be a handful. I’m really talkative…”

“Me too,” Jinsoul said with a sigh. “Caused me trouble with my co-librarians who want only silence here. Tell you what– if you’re free after 6, let’s grab something somewhere so we can chat without anyone bothering?”

Chuu blinked. Was this– Oh. Yes. Oh god, yes!!!!!

She was too tongue-tied to speak properly, so she nodded furiously, earning another chuckle from Jinsoul.

“Great! I’ll see you then. In the meantime,” she said, gesturing at the other books on the floor.

Chuu nodded again, bending to get them as Jinsoul walked back to her desk. She opened a book and pressed her face in the pages, trying her best to stifle a roar of joy. She was in a library, after all.