Summary: You get hired for an office job. You are an excellent asset to the team. Everyone knows how good a person you are. A pure image that people have set on you, but do they also know how needy you are regularly? You had more in your mind than just paperwork. Your colleague, Im Nayeon, doesn’t know. All it took was one simple text of desperation.
Natural light illuminates from the large windows behind the desk. Your eyes dart around without moving your head. The office room is neat and organized. There are large binders labeled and tucked on shelves. You nervously brush your hands against your new black suit. A suit you bought specifically for this new job. Your hair is neatly tucked behind your ears. The constant race in your heart makes you anxious.
The door swings open, revealing your new boss. He gently kicks the door and slightly stumbles in. Both his hands were occupied with a cup of coffee. His dress shirt is wrinkled and slightly untucked. You immediately stand up to offer a hand to help him. You grab onto your cup of coffee.
“Thank you! You didn’t need to,” You thank him, wrapping your fingers around the cup. He lets out a small chuckle and takes a seat behind the desk. He gestures to you to return to your chair, which you follow.
“It’s okay. I wanted my new hire to feel welcome,” He explains. He looks away from you for a moment to take a sip of the coffee. The hot liquid burns against his tongue, causing him to hiss. You couldn’t help but look at him with concern. He fans his mouth while you avert your eyes. You glance down at your own cup, not wishing to take a sip to face the same fate.
“I told Nayeon to add more sugar,” He complains under his breath.
Nayeon. You’re unfamiliar with the name.
But you soon discover the person with that name… in a rather unusual way.
This is what happened several days after you got hired.
“Hey, can you grab that paper I just printed? I have to answer this urgent client call,” Your coworker asked with an apologetic tone. Their head is tilted with a phone between their ear and shoulder. You nod to express your understanding.
“Of course,” You respond. You were still new to the office, so it would be an advantage to be on everyone's good side. You pushed yourself away from your desk and began making your way to the printer room. You swung the doors open without any thought. You first heard a high-pitched squeal before you saw what was happening. You widened your eyes in shock. There are two women in the room: one is hurriedly pulling up her pants while the other one is smiling cheekily at you. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing. While she buttons her pants, she rushes past you and out the door without a word. The other girl, who is still smiling at you, slowly crossed her arms and tilted her head.
“You’re new. I haven't seen you before,” She pointed out. You blink, unsure why she is so carefree even after being caught.
“Yes…I am new,” You manage to respond, clenching onto the edge of your suit. She bit back a smirk and strutted over to you. She nearly towers over you due to the high heels she has on. Your chest moves up and down faster. Something about her is so intimidating. She is also extremely attractive and obviously egotistic. She stretches her hands to you, offering a handshake.
“I’m Nayeon… Im Nayeon,” She introduced herself. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she examined your features. The corner of her lips curved up.
“-I am going to assume I’m older than you,” She grinned ear to ear, “Call me Nayeon unnie.” Fuck—a rush blossomed in your body.
That is how you first met her.
It's been several months now working in this office, yet your eyes still dart to the printer room, quietly observing it. Twenty minutes ago, you saw your coworkers walk in. Im Nayeon, and some random new girl. It’s been too long; they should’ve been done by now. It could only be one thing.
The door swings open, revealing the new girl quickly brushing her messy hair down. Her lipstick is smudged, and her buttoned shirt is uneven. She nervously looks around the office before walking away. A few seconds later, Nayeon steps out of the printer room. She looks satisfied with a cheeky smile. She brushes down her skirt nonchalantly. Suddenly, she peers up from beneath her eyelashes… making direct eye contact with you. You immediately blush and avert your eyes. You type away on your laptop to act busy. You didn’t mean to be nosy, but you notice Nayeon brings a different girl each month into that room. You secretly look back up to see Nayeon still standing there, smiling at you. When you make eye contact with her, her smile grows bigger and she gives you a wave. With red cheeks, you nervously wave back. She then spins her heels and walks away.
It’s always been like this. Nayeon brings in a girl to the printer room, which unfortunately is near your office desk, and fucks them. Occasionally, you’d hear them moan loudly, which makes you feel disgusted… yet you’d squeeze your thighs tightly. The door would constantly thump at times, causing you to bring headphones to work.
Im Nayeon, the office slut that fucks every girl… every girl so far but you.
You were more than ordinary in the office. In fact, you were loved… especially by the boss. ‘Employee of the month’ for eight months straight. Many coworkers would ask you for help since you were so good at your job. Of course, there were downsides. You’ve overheard some people calling you an ass licker for the boss. Not true. But nevertheless, you bite your tongue and continue doing work.
Which brings you back to this built-up frustration in your veins. Why didn’t Nayeon hit on you? Were you too much of a loser, employee of the month girl? Did it seem like you weren’t fun enough to break office rules?
You clench your fist as you watch Nayeon walk away with her hips swaying back and forth. You hear another coworker of yours scoot their chair over to you.
“Are you coming to the office dinner party tonight?” They ask. You turn your attention away from her and towards your laptop. You type in a few words while responding.
“I don’t know… should I?” You sigh. You didn’t really feel in the mood to continue socializing outside of work.
“Yes! Everyone’s going. It’d be fun,” They encourage. You pause for a moment, deep in thought.
“Ok,” You finally agree.
-
You sit quietly next to your colleagues in the restaurant. The restaurant is loud, filled with laughter and glass cups clinking. You nudge the meal in front of you with your utensils. There are multiple bottles of soju spread throughout the table. You’ve already taken a shot just to blend in, but you don’t want to get drunk. With just a single shot, your body is already warming up. You feel someone next to you nudge your shoulders. You turn your head to the side with your eyebrows raised in confusion.
“Nayeon asked you a question,” They whisper. You immediately widen your eyes and turn your attention to Nayeon, who sits across the table from you. She has a smile on her face with a curious glint in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Yes?” You worry. Nayeon’s shoulders slightly move as she chuckles. She then places her elbows on the table and leans her body forward. From the angle, you can see her pink bra peeking out from her unbuttoned white dress shirt. You slightly widen your eyes and flick your eyes up to her face.
“How big are your hands?” She asks, bringing her hands up in front of you. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. She wants to compare hands? Of course, she does. You’ve gotten to understand how interesting Nayeon is. You brush your hands against your pants to self-cautiously clean them. You shyly bring your hand up against hers. Even with the slight touch, you feel a warm buzz rush throughout your body. The colleagues start laughing and pointing.
Her hands are big compared to yours. Your fingertips basically reach half the length of her fingers. You widen your eyes in shock. You’ve never seen a woman with such large hands. You nibble your bottom lip. Nayeon starts chuckling loudly.
“Your hands are so cute,” She chirps. With a quick movement, she uses her other hand to wrap around your wrist. Her fingers wrap around perfectly, locking you in place. She starts to show the hand comparison to everyone at the table. Giggling to herself. You feel a red blush form on your cheeks from embarrassment. Once everyone knows how small your hands are compared to hers, she lets you go. You lean back into your seat, feeling hot. You quickly take another shot to calm down your nerves. Probably a mistake, but the liquid is already running down your throat. Nayeon watches you take that shot with an unreadable look on her face. She rests her chin on the palm of her hand. You slightly look up beneath your eyelashes. She glances around to see if everyone else has turned their attention away from you. Seems like everyone has moved on.
“Embarrassed?” She mouths. You nervously shake your head yes. The corner of her lips lifts as she holds onto her empty shot glass. She brings the glass in front of you, waiting patiently. You immediately reach for the soju bottle to pour her a shot. She squeezes her thighs underneath the table in excitement. You’re so obedient and quick.
“Thank you,” She says before taking the shot. You watch her swiftly bring the glass to her lips. Her eyes never leave yours. She tilts her head back and swallows the bitter liquid down. You watch the way her throat bobs. Her face doesn’t even scrunch from the burn. You feel intimidated by her yet again.
Several hours passed, and a few colleagues had already tapped out and left. The people left at the table are you, Nayeon, and two other girls. You didn’t expect to stay after this long… but since Nayeon is still here, you couldn’t help but stay. Not when she is giving you so much attention.
Your head is swaying. Crap, you’re so drunk.
You don't know how, but Nayeon ends up sitting on your lap. She slides her ass against your core, making you bite your lips hard to hold back a moan. She continues to grind her body, showing her colleagues what she did at a party she was previously at. You clench your fist beside your thighs.
“After I did this move… she lost control,” Nayeon laughs, not realizing how much of a mess you are underneath her. The colleagues were in awe and focused on the story Nayeon was telling. She grinds down again, brushing against your core. You pathetically let out a shaky breath. Nayeon turns her head to the side to look at you. Her eyebrows raise with a mischievous glint in her eyes. You’re a blushing mess. Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were clenching,
“You okay?” She giggles.
“Yeah,” You manage to whisper, averting your eyes away from her. Your reaction is so cute. She slides off you and returns to sitting beside you. She tilts her head in curiosity. She decides to stop teasing you again that night… Just so that you could breathe.
-
It’s the next day, and you walk into the break room to make yourself a drink. Thankfully, it is empty. Good. No Nayeon. You quickly grab a cup and begin. Not even a minute in, you hear the doors of the break room open. You glance to the side to see who it is.
Speak of the devil.
Nayeon struts in slowly. Her heels click against the hard ground. Her hair is tied into a tight bun. Her black suit is neatly tucked, exposing her curves. She takes a step closer to you to grab an empty cup. You suddenly feel tension from being in the same room as her. Nayeon notices how quiet you are.
“Hello,” Nayeon starts the conversation.
“Hi,” You quickly reply.
“Did you get a hangover?” She asks. You nervously shake your head no.
“Surprisingly no,” You reply, not looking up. She slightly puckers her lips. She doesn’t like how you’re reacting. You’re too nonchalant. She wants more reactions out of you.
“Can you pass me the small creamers?” She asks. You reach over to the side to grab her a handful of creamer. You turn to her and place it on top of her hand. Her hand unnecessarily holds a little longer onto yours.
“Thank you,” She gives you a soft smile. You gently pull your hands away from her and return your attention elsewhere. The room becomes quiet as you finally focus on making your own drink. Suddenly, you hear Nayeon whine in annoyance. You glance over to see white cream running down her fingers. It slowly slides down to her knuckles. You widen your eyes and attempt to grab her a napkin, but her next move makes your throat dry.
She brings her fingers up to her mouth. She sticks out her tongue and slowly drags it along the side of her fingers. Her eyes flicker up to yours, keeping eye contact as she continues to kitten-lick her hand. You feel your body burn. Your cheeks are pink, causing her to laugh. Her teeth become visible as she smiles. She walks over to you and reaches over to grab a napkin. Her hand lands on top of your waist. She teasingly rubs her hips against yours. You can feel the heat radiating off her body. Your breathing shortens and your heart races. You grip onto your cup in silence. She leans away and starts wiping the licked cream off her hands. You collect your breathing and rush to leave.
She calls your name, making you turn around.
“If you ever need help with anything, just let me know, okay?” She chirps while continuing to wipe her hands.
“Okay, thank you,” You bow your head respectfully. You spin around on your heels and rush out of the break room, nearly spilling your drink. You take a seat at your desk. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration.
As much as you tried to stay away from Nayeon, you also couldn’t help but feel hypnotized to notice her. Forcing yourself not to think about her… caused you to think about her constantly.
It also didn’t help that Nayeon has naughty eyes. You’ve caught her staring at your body multiple times. Almost like she’s unashamed to be caught. The secret stares and smirks make you feel so warm inside. The words she just said repeat in your head.
“‘If you ever need help with anything, just let me know, okay?’”
You squeeze your legs together as the frustration builds up more. Did she mean more than that? Are you being naughty for thinking that way? That she could help release this deep need in you. You mentally curse and blame it on your hormones. It’s probably that time of the month.
That night, you touched yourself. You lie in bed with your thighs spread open. Your fingers touch your clit, rubbing it quickly. You thought about her. The way she smiles, the way she smells, the way she flirts and teases. God, it drove you crazy. You slip one finger into your cunt. The thought of her long finger in you makes your lower stomach clench. You moan softly, trying to push your fingers deeper. Your head tilts back.
“Fuck… Unnie-” You accidentally slip out. You immediately stop moving. The realization that you’re alone in your room hits. Your chest moves up and down quickly as embarrassment blossoms on your cheeks. You slip your fingers out of your core and bring the blanket over your head. You hid underneath, cursing at yourself.
It didn’t feel good enough with just yourself… You needed more. You need her. What's the problem with that? You’re both adults and she has slept with plenty of people. What’s wrong if you wanted a turn? You just need to get rid of that ache in your lower stomach. You slide your hands around your bedsheets to grab your phone. You bring the screen to your face, causing you to squint from the bright blue light. You open the messengers app and click on Im Nayeon’s contact. You quickly type away in the heat of the moment. You send her a text and then silently wait in silence. Your heart races anxiously. Not even a minute later, you get a reply.
“‘Meet me in the printer room tomorrow,’”
-
You fidget with your fingers nervously as you wait in the printer room. You quietly observe the room. It’s slightly dark. There are a couple of big printers on one side and a large metal shelf on the other wall. It’s a small room, but pretty spacious. You understood why Nayeon liked to pick this place. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing Nayeon. She walks in with a smirk on her glossy pink lips. She is wearing a tight white button-up shirt with black pants. You look further down to see her wearing red, sharp, high heels. You dryly gulp. Nayeon gently closes the doors behind her and immediately locks it. She does not want her precious time with you to be interrupted. She brings her hands behind her back and slowly walks over to you.
“Took you long enough,” She smiles, tilting her head. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“What?”
“Usually, girls message me right away… but it took you nearly a year,” She explains. You blush and turn your head to the side. You couldn’t help but feel so embarrassed. You feel cold fingers touch your chin, bringing your face to look back at her.
“Don’t be shy,” She whispers, taking a step closer to you. She leans down til her lips hover over yours. Her eyes flicker from your eyes and down to your lips.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” She hums, her heart rate quickening in excitement. She had always been interested in you. You were the only girl who didn’t seem super interested in her. It drove her crazy. She had always been self-centered. She knows she’s hot and beautiful. How can someone not like her?
“Tell me… how much do you want me?” She whispers while pressing her fingers against the side of your lips.
“I want you so much... I can’t even think properly these days,” You confess, blushing brightly. Your eyes begin to slightly water from shame. Nayeon darkly chuckles and kisses the side of your cheek. The act alone makes you clench your thighs together. She loves it so much. To hear how much you needed her from your own lips. She needed you to break down til you would worship the ground she stands on. She kisses down your jaw til she reaches your neck. She kisses, licks, and bites your skin. You moan, wanting to tilt your head back, but Nayeon's fingers are still gripped on your chin. She positions herself behind you, grinding her core against your ass slightly. The new position makes your heart race.
“Open your mouth,” Nayeon whispers. You slightly open your mouth cautiously. She swiftly slides two fingers into your mouth. Your lips naturally wrap around her digits and suck. She feels her lower stomach clench. A dark smile appears on her lips. Her long finger reaches down your throat, making you gag. You can feel your eyes turning glossy. She attempts to press down on your tongue. You immediately clench your hand onto her wrist, digging your nails into her skin. She hums and rests her chin on your shoulder with a proud smile.
“Stay,” She warns in a low tone. Her eyes are sharp, examining your face. You let out a shaky breath before relaxing your jaw. Humiliation burns on your cheeks. She continues to leave her digits in your mouth til the sides of your lips drip from your saliva. It rolls down your throat. She finally pulls her fingers out, allowing you to cough. You shut your eyes, leaning forward to catch your breath. The corner of her lips curls into a smile as she grabs the back of your head. She tugs your hair back to herself. Not allowing you more time to recover. She angles her mouth towards your neck, watching your pulse against the skin. She leans down and kisses your neck. Dragging her warm, wet tongue to lap up your saliva. You clench your jaw and tilt your head back. Her other hand starts to grope your chest against your white button-up. She squeezes it aggressively.
“You still want to be my plaything?” She chuckles, grinding her core against your ass. Arousal pools in your panties. You let out a soft whimper as you feel her release her grip from your hair. She slowly moves her hands down to your button-up pants. She professionally unlops the button and zips your pants down. She drags her fingers against your panties. As she continues to play with your outer core, she unbuttons a few buttons on your shirt. She slips her hands under your shirt to touch your boobs. Her movement feels so good and fluid. You squeeze your eyes shut and focus on her fingers. She pushes her hands past your panties and drags them along your slit. She teases your hole by rubbing her finger tips around. She raises her eyebrows in amusement. You’re extremely wet. Your silk coats her fingers immediately. She is so proud of herself that she could turn you on like this.
“Please,” You beg, thrusting your core against her fingers. The corner of her lips curls into a smile. Pride swells in her heart. She lowers her mouth and bites onto your shoulders. Her teeth sink, making you yelp in pain. Just as you're about to complain, you feel the tips of her fingers on your hole.
Her fingers go in deep, further than you could ever reach. Your breathing hicks, nearly stopping as you try to get used to the feeling of getting full. She feels your warm, wet walls suck her in. Her eyelids become heavy from the way your juice messily coats her digits. She slides her length in and out slowly. Your eyebrows furrow, and your chest moves up and down. Everything feels like fire. When the tips of her fingers press against the soft walls of your cunt, your mind stops working. You buckle your hips down her fingers.
She feels so good in you. It felt so wrong, yet so right. Finally being fucked by the office slut should be something you’re ashamed of… but why did it turn you on so much? Was it because you’re being rebellious? Breaking down the good girl characteristic you’ve grown to get bored with.
Nayeon, on the other hand, continues to grind her core against your bottom to get some type of friction. She mainly focused on your pleasure, but her selfish nature causes her to chase after her own for just a bit. It drove her wild knowing the goody two-shoes was dripping because of her. You’re like a reward to her.
“Unnie,” You whine into her ears. Her cheeks begin to blush. She clenches her thighs together as her core throbs. Fuck, she loves it when girls call her unnie. Some type of kink she has. She slides her fingers out of your cunt to pinch your clit, causing you to squeal and buckle your hips away from her. You couldn’t move far before she’s thrusting her fingers deep into you again, pushing you back against her.
“Has anyone fucked you this good before?” She teases, stroking her ego. Your lower stomach clenches. She needs to hear it from your lips. That’s she’s the best you ever had and no one else could come close. Your silky juices run down her length and towards her knuckles.
“No- only you,” You confess while panting and moaning. You messily search for anything behind to hold yourself up. Your body flinches and arches as if the pleasure is too much for you to handle. Nayeon chuckles again, her cheeks puffing up due to her smile.
“You’re already close?” She teases. She stills down her thrusting, but keeps her fingers where they belong: deep in your warm cunt. She kisses the side of your cheeks, ignoring your complaints.
“Don’t stop!” You nearly sob. You reach down to place your hands on top of hers. She continues to kiss your face before sliding down to bite your neck again. She can feel your heartbeat pulsing against her tongue. She still doesn’t move her hand. You groan in frustration. Lust hazes your sanity, causing you to thrust your own fingers in with hers. Two fingers rest in your pussy: one from her and one from you. You feel your hole being slightly stretched. You let out a shaky breath. You start to forcefully move her fingers along with yours. The two lengths rub your walls slightly off beat. You bite your lower lip in excitement. You feel so dirty. You choke out a loud moan.
Nayeon raises her eyebrows in amusement. She has never seen someone so desperate before… It's cute to her. You’re so adorable. Watching your stomach clench and legs shake. Your face blushing red, teeth nibbling your bottom lip, almost drawing blood. You’re purely focused on your own high. She can feel your hands pressing against hers, making the tips of her fingers press into your walls.
“Talk to me,” She whispers. Your pussy clenches around the length. You moan and cry. You couldn’t properly hear her because of how close you were coming. It annoyed her that you weren’t paying attention to her. She pulls her hands away from your cunt, dragging your hands along. Your pussy painfully clenches around nothing. You hiss in irritation.
“Please, please, please, unnie,” You whimper, legs twitching. You tilt your head back til you rest on her shoulders. You feel your cheeks burn in humiliation. Never had you sounded so desperate that you could cry. She scoffs. A short one, as if she’s laughing at you. Sending waves of shame down your spine. There’s no stopping now.
“Only you can make me come. Unnie, please, I love it. I love the way you fill me. Give me everything,” You beg. You bring your hands up to touch her neck softly. You turn your head to the side to kiss her jawline. You continue sugaring words about her- basically glorifying her.
Her ego is extremely pleased.
Before you could fully complete your sentence, Nayeon shoves two of her fingers back into you. The length and stretch make your breathing stop. She moves in deep til she’s knuckle deep.
“Yes! Yes, thank you, thank you,” You ramble, high on your pleasure. She curls her finger, causing you to feel her press her fingertips deep into your walls. You let out a curse. You feel so full. Random praises and moans spill out of the mouth as Nayeon continues thrusting. She uses her other free hand to touch your hard nipples visible underneath your bra. She rolls her fingers against the nub. All her touches feel like fire, which makes you want to explode like fireworks. She moans and breathes into your ears.
“Am I making you feel good?” She hums.
“Yes! I love you, I love you so much,” You quickly respond. Her fingers quicken, causing your lower stomach to tighten. You’re getting close.
“Unnie-” You warn. She softly giggles and licks the shell of your ear. She continues to thrust her fingers into your walls.
“I want you to come for me only,” She smiles. Your eyes roll back. Your breathing becomes irregular. You clench onto the edge of the printer til your knuckles become white. Your hips buckle onto her hands. Your clit brushes multiple times against her palm. The pleasure is too good. You could not hold it in anymore. You yelp as your lower stomach tickles. Your body shakes. Wetness runs down your thighs. Nayeon starts to slow down her fingers, allowing you to catch your breath.
“…thank you,” You breathe out, chest moving up and down quickly. She pulls her digits out of your soaking pussy and brings them to your face. Your silky juices are visibly coating her long fingers.
“You want a taste?” She beams proudly. You feverishly nod your head yes. You open your mouth and drag your tongue out. She slides two fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around. You suck your own cum. She pulls her fingers out to grip your chin.
“Do you taste good?” She whispers curiously.
“I-I do,” You blush. She slowly shakes her head, and a disappointing tsk sound comes from her lips. You furrow your eyebrows in worry. Did you accidentally upset her? She gently pushes you off her, leaving you confused. She smiles at you as she loops her fingers around the button of her pants. She unzips it and starts to tug her pants down her legs. Her soft, plush thighs are exposed. You slowly look up to see the pink thong she has on. You nervously gulp, suddenly feeling thirsty.
“I will be the best thing your tongue ever tasted,” She smugs, tossing the jeans to the side. She drags her fingers slowly along her curves in a teasing way. She knows she’s beautiful with a body that could make people drool. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you had to be on your knees… now. You plop down onto your knees, looking up at her in desperation. She tilts her chin down to stare at you. Her eyes sparkle in excitement. You nervously place your hands on her soft thighs, gently pulling her core closer to your face. You want to taste her so bad. You want to know what kind of blessing is hidden behind those light pink thongs. She drags her fingers through your hair, slightly gripping it.
“What are you waiting for?” She teases. Her eyelids become heavy and her breathing slows. You slowly reach up to loop your fingers around her thong. You pull it down, revealing her pretty pink core. She uses your head as a stabilizer as she steps out of her thong. You continue to stare at her pretty cunt, nearly drooling. You edge your head closer only to feel her aggressively tug you away. You look up at her with doe eyes. She softly chuckles, causing her stomach to flex.
“Ask me,” She says. Her voice was soft yet stern. You wet your lips and shake your head shyly.
“Ask you what?”
“Ask me if you can eat it,” She repeats herself more clearly. You can feel yourself getting aroused again. Nayeon waits patiently as you feel like a cat caught your tongue. You look up at her again, your lips wavering.
“Can I please… eat you?” You blush. Nayeon smiles in satisfaction, her core throbbing in need. She spreads her thighs and tugs your head into her. Her arousal scent makes you drunk. You stick out your tongue and drag it slowly up her slit. Nayeon lets out a shaky breath. Her eyelids become heavy. You continue to gently lick her, allowing your mind to remember this taste. You bring your hand up to split her lips. You watch her clench her stomach in anticipation. You return your tongue, but this time you focus on her clit. You rub your flat against the nub, over and over, causing her to moan loudly. She grips your head even harder.
“This turns me on so much,” She moans. She wanted you on your knees before her for so long. She begins to hold your head still and grinds herself on your tongue. Her hips move back and forth, rolling on your tongue. She tilts her head back and lets out a pleasurable, sweet moan.
“Yes! Like that. Let me use you,” She pants out. Your saliva pools and drips down your chin, mixed in with her wetness. Her body begins to shake as she gets closer to her high. Her moans combine with her laugh, making her sound slightly insane. Just when she’s about to come, she harshly tugs your head away. Your tongue still sticks out, wetness dripping from it. Your pupils are blown out. You urgently try to shove your head back, super pussydrunk. Nayeon darkly chuckles and hisses. She can tell that you couldn't get enough of her taste.
“Good,” She whispers to herself before shoving your tongue back into her cunt. She returns to her rhythm. Rolling her hips and dragging her wet core against your flat tongue. Your knees are starting to go numb, but you didn’t care one bit. Her moans become higher-pitched and her thighs shake. She lets out a harsh and loud moan as her lower stomach snaps. She cums into your mouth. Her breathing becomes jagged while her eyes roll back. You drink every sweet nectar she gives you. Her grip on your hair loosens. She pets you gently while looking lovingly at you. She uses her thumb to wipe the side of your lips. She brings it up to her lips and she sucks on it. She hums in delight.
“I told you I will be the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
Idk if you take requests or anything but I just wanted to ask you if you could make a kang no eul as a stalker hehe
Warning(s): Slight Smut, Stalker, Manipulation
Stalker!Noeul who sits and waits in her van for you. It’s getting dark, and she worries about where you could be. She swings the bottle of alcohol to her lips and gulps it like water. A drip rolls down her neck. She uses the back of her hand to wipe it. Her eyes never leave the street in case she misses your arrival. Once she sees your car pull up to the driveway, her body electrifies in excitement. She imagines herself in your house, pulling you into a tight hug once you enter. She takes another gulp of alcohol as bitterness stirs inside. She deeply wishes she were part of your life. For now, all she could do was watch and daydream.
Stalker!Noeul who watches you through the window. It’s strange, since you do feel a presence watching you. You always look over your shoulder or at the window. You blame your paranoia, but you swear you never felt this before. Noeul takes note of everything you do that she can see. What time do you wake up? What do you like to eat? What hobbies do you have? Her favorite is when you’re feeling horny. Your hands would squeeze your chest, causing her to bite her lips. She wishes she were there to touch it. To feel your soft skin under her fingers. She loves to watch you spread your thighs apart. Her eyelids become heavy and her breathing slows. Your finger drags up your slit to rub your clit. You tilt your head back onto the bed, letting out a moan. She clenches her thighs together as she feels herself getting turned on.
Stalker!Noeul who succeeds in entering your house without you being there. Silly you for forgetting to lock the door. She immediately enters your room and lies in your bed. She rubs her hands on the material, letting it sink into her memory. So that she could pretend she’s sleeping with you. Then she would go to your clothes. She sniffs them, falling in love with your scent. Of course, she would steal your panties. You would notice a few pairs missing, but not enough to send alarms in your head. You think you lost it somewhere.
Stalker!Noeul would start saving money to buy a house right next to yours. She already planned it out. The house would have a clear and perfect view of your windows. This would make it easier for her to analyze you.
Stalker!Noeul who searches you on every social media platform. She disguises herself as a fake person and follows a bunch of people you know. Just so that when she follows you, you’d see your friends following back, and you’d feel safe enough to follow back.
Stalker!Noeul will try her best to coincidentally bump into you everywhere gradually. At the grocery store, cafe, work, clubs, bars, restaurants… anywhere. She has successfully manipulated you into thinking it’s fate. She does it so often over time that you become comfortable asking her to be your friend. You’re extremely excited and shocked to find out she has the exact same interest as you! It is truly fate! A sly smile appears on her lips. Proud of herself for studying the things you like. As more time goes by, you invite her over to your house for a small girls' night.
Stalker!Noeul who pretends she drank so much wine during the girls' night that she can’t drive home. She slurs words and stumbles on her steps towards the door. You rush to her, holding her hips. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and places her face near your neck. You tell her she can’t leave the house drunk and offer her to stay the night. You let her borrow your sleeping clothes. She blushes when the material touches her skin. During the night, she would try to sneak into your room to grab your phone. Only to fail when she can’t access your phone password. She’s going to have to try it again next time.
Stalker!Noeul who would listen to your paranoia and concerns. She assures you that nothing is watching you and that you’re safe with her. She pulls you into a hug, secretly sniffing your hair.
Summary: Being Joo Yeri’s friend was great… until she realized she had pretty privilege. You don’t know why you feel so irritated whenever she dates a guy. Maybe it's the fact that you still have no experience. Yeri is willing to help her best friend out.
You remember the day you made a promise to Joo Yeri. How her small pinky wrapped around yours, pledging “best friends forever”. But all the lovely memories come crashing down when present Joo Yeri struts down the hall. You didn’t have to look over to know it’s her. No one else’s shoes click against the floor beside her high heels.
Yeri’s hips swing back and forth. Her long black hair flows gracefully with each step. Eyelashes are long and curled. Pink plump lips glistening. A boy stumbles along, trying to catch up to her speed. She darts over to you as you’re shoving textbooks into your backpack. She aggressively slams your locker shut, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. You decide to ignore her by sliding past, but she quickly blocks your path. Slightly bumping her chest into you. She crosses her arms and tilts her head.
“Hey, bestie!” She beams. She bats her eyelashes and leans into your personal space.
“Hi,” You mumble, taking a step back. You quickly nudge your glasses back up your nose bridge. Your eyes flicker towards the desperate boy standing next to Yeri. His forehead is sweaty from trying to keep up with her. He clenches his backpack strap and gives you a small smile. You have a couple of classes with him, but you have never talked. You blankly stare at him before returning your attention to Yeri. You didn't care about him; you felt more pitiful. He’s going to be replaced in two weeks anyway.
“You’re going to help me with the test coming up?” She asks, yet her tone is demanding. She doesn’t even bother asking because she knows you’re going to help her anyway. She always “crashes” your study sessions unannounced.
“Whatever,” You grumble under your breath. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. She has your location on her phone at all times. You shared your locations because she suggested it. She said that best friends should always know each other's whereabouts in case of an emergency. You thought it was ethically a good idea, until she checks it every minute if you’re not around. Your phone would buzz nonstop if you turned your location off or if you were somewhere unusual.
A soft chuckle leaves her lips as she brings her hands to your green tie. Her fingertips wrap around the material near your neck. She gently tugs it, bringing your face closer to hers. Her eyes slowly lower down to your lips, then back up. She smiles with her eyes twinkling. You grip your hands beside your body. She had always been so flirty. It’s second nature to her… and you hate it. You hate how it makes your heart race, knowing she does it to other guys. She leans her face down to your neck. Your heart rate increases, and you dryly gulp. She inhales and hums out softly.
“You’re wearing the perfume I got you,” She whispers, eyes dilating. A few days ago, she made you go shopping with her (in reality, it’s just you carrying her bags). She bought you perfume as a gift of thanks. You decided to wear it today, nervously smiling at yourself.
Your cheeks turn red as you tilt your head to the side. You feel embarrassed. You also couldn’t handle another second of her staring deep into your eyes. She straightens her back and loosens her grip on your tie. She slides her hands to your hip. Her fingers play around with the loop of your jacket pocket.
“I’ll see you soon,” She whispers before slightly shoving you back like you’re nothing. Your back hits the locker walls. She waves your wallet in the air. You widen your eyes in shock. She must have snuck her hands while you were distracted. You reach your hands up to snatch it back, but she is quick to pull away.
“Snacks on me,” She teases. She starts strutting away without warning her boy. He widens his eyes and nervously waves goodbye before rushing to catch up with her. You breathe out a shaky sigh.
Several hours later, it’s lunchtime. You sit next to Yeri, who is happily nibbling on snacks that she bought with your money. Her boyfriend sits in front, awkwardly picking at his cafeteria food. His eyes flicker to examine the close distance between you and Yeri. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He obviously wanted to sit next to his “girlfriend”. Yeri suddenly wraps her arms around your shoulders and tugs you closer. She lays her head onto your shoulders.
“Did you finish the homework I gave you? I need it for my next class,” She sighs. You grip your fist, digging your nails into your skin.
“…Yes,” You shortly reply. She tilts her head up happily. She slides her hands up to pinch your cheeks. You wince at the pressure of her fingers on your skin.
“Good girl,” She beams. You narrow your eyes at her, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. She shoots you a sly smile before returning her head onto your shoulders. Her boyfriend fakes a cough, trying to get her attention. She rolls her eyes and straightens herself to face him.
“What?” She snaps. He rubs the back of his neck with a shy smile.
“Wanna do something after school?” He asks. She lets out a deep sigh.
“Gosh, do you ever listen? I have dinner plans with my family tonight,” She grumbles. Yeri always had problems with her boyfriends. They never listen. All they do is drool and ogle at her visuals.
He widens his eyes before awkwardly laughing. He mumbles a lame apology under his breath. She gives him a short glare of annoyance before turning her body fully to you. You look at her curiously, not knowing her next move. She lifts her hands to brush your hair behind your ears. Her eyes examine your features closely. She has always thought how beautiful your eyes are hidden behind those glasses. You feel your breathing shake. You dart your eyes to the side to avoid her again. She slowly blinks.
“You know my parents invited you, right?”
“T-they did?” You ask in surprise. You didn’t receive a text from her parents. You also don’t remember Yeri ever mentioning it til now. Your thoughts get cut when you feel her cup your cheeks with her hands.
“Yes. Wear something pretty later,” She smiles. You nervously nod your head. The movement causes your glasses to move down. She giggles at the action. She presses her pointer finger and pushes the glasses up for you. Your cheeks burn bright red. You turn your head to the side, shoving her hands away.
“Are you shy?” She teases. You shake your head no, but your body tells a different story. She digs her fingers into your waist, causing you to let out a soft yelp. She finds amusement in your reactions. She continues to poke and tease you. Her boyfriend is completely forgotten.
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You watch Yeri’s parents place a dish in front of you. You give them a respectful thank you. You sit quietly next to Yeri, who has her hair perfectly volumized and curled. She has a soft pink dress on. Looking extremely innocent and kind. You begin eating the food they have kindly prepared for you,
“I’m glad you decided to join us for dinner. How is school going?” Yeri’s parents ask you a question. You tilt your head up to look at them respectfully. You place your utensils down and quickly wipe your lips.
“School is good. I’ve been very focused on my studies,” You reply. They nod their head proudly.
“We’d like to thank you for helping Yeri with her studies. We’ve noticed a significant increase in her grade,” They compliment. You squeeze your fist underneath the table, your skirt slightly hiking up. They don’t know that you do all her homework and help her cheat on tests. Before you could respond, Yeri jumped in. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer.
“I know, right? She’s so good at teaching me,” She gushes. You lower your head, accepting the fact that she’s good at acting.
“Since you’re already so good at your studies, have you looked for a boyfriend?” They ask with a soft smile. It wasn’t unusual for them to ask since they’ve known you since you were a baby. They basically helped raise you.
Yeri turns her head to the side to look at your reaction. Your face slightly scrunches. You feel something stir in your stomach unpleasantly. As you’re distracted in your thoughts, Yeri lifts her hands to squeeze your cheeks. You widen your eyes, and you feel yourself starting to blush again.
“Because no guy in our school deserves her,” She beams. You tilt your head to the side to give her a small glare. She responds by batting her eyes and leaning even closer. Her parents let out a soft chuckle. They think the interaction is so cute and friendly.
“How about that one guy… I forgot his name…” They continue. Yeri narrows her eyes and drops her shoulders. She makes eye contact with you and secretly rolls her eyes. She hovers a finger on top of her tongue and fakes a gag. She truly thought no guy was good enough for you. She has experienced most of them! They couldn’t even keep up with her… only you could. If those guys were not able to handle her, how could they be good for you?
“I'm sure Yeri can give you some tips. Help her experience,” They suggest to Yeri. They've heard about her success with getting boyfriends. You furrow your eyebrows in frustration. Yeri slightly buckles against the seat. Her mind floods with thoughts.
“I don't need help,” You mumble. You feel yourself growing more insecure. It's already hard to see Yeri pull different boys each month. You return your focus to the food, nibbling on it. Yeri continues to stay quiet. The words “help her experiment” kept repeating in her head. A lightbulb forms in her mind.
“Hey, so… we’re still full from school food earlier. Is it okay if we head to my room?” Yeri breaks the silence. You widen your eyes in confusion. Your meal is barely touched, and you planned on finishing it.
“Oh, okay. That is fine with us,” Yeri’s parents smile. You were about to argue with Yeri, but she quickly grabs your wrist and tugs you along.
She drags you into her room, shutting the door behind and locking it.
“I was still eating,” You grumble. She playfully rolls her eyes and continues to pull you towards the bed. She takes a seat on the bed and pats the mattress.
“Come sit,” She chirps. You nervously hold the edge of your sleeves while playing with the tip of your toes. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You’ve been in this room plenty of times.
“Come on,” Yeri commands, feeling impatient. You quietly begin walking over. You slide your knees onto the bed and sit in front of her. She smiles brightly and places her hands on top of your thighs.
“My parents said to help you experience, right?”
“Y-yes,”
“So… what if we start now?” She suggests. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. She inches her fingers higher on your thighs.
“What?”
“I want to help you get your firsts,” She explains, her cheeks turning pink. You widen your eyes in shock. You nervously shake your head no.
“But we’re friends… this is wrong,” You blush. You always thought these types of things should be done with a lover. Yeri gently squeezes the soft plush of your thighs.
“Friends do this all the time,” Yeri breathes. Your shoulders lower, as your guard begins to drop.
“Really?” You reply. Yeri chuckles and leans her body closer to you.
“Yes. How else will you know how to kiss? Wouldn’t you want to kiss your crush correctly?” She smirks. You dryly gulp as her words sink into your mind. It’s true. You’ve never done anything like this before. Yeri is here to teach you.
“Okay…” You agree. You shyly tilt your head down. The air feels dense and hot. You feel a finger touch your chin. She tilts your head up to look at her. Her eyes are blown out. Dilated. Your shaky hands go to grip the edge of her dress.
“When you kiss someone, allow them to hold onto your cheeks,” She hums, placing her hand onto your cheeks. She uses her other hand to guide your hands to hold onto her hip.
“Start slowly leaning in… and once your lip touches theirs, close your eyes and feel,” She blushes, leaning towards your face. You quickly blink as your heart hammers against your chest. Once her soft pink lips touch yours, you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart skips a beat when you feel her plump lips move against yours. She moves slowly and gently. She slowly pulls away and waits for you to open your eyes. You nervously widen your eyes.
“Did I lose my first kiss?” You whisper.
“We’re just friends. It doesn’t count,” Yeri smiles. She begins to lean in again, kissing you deeper. Her hands begin to lower and run against your bare thighs. You gasp and muffle in the kiss. You quickly pull away, cheeks red.
“Too fast?” Yeri worries.
“N-no, it’s okay. I am just nervous,” You explain. You wanted this. You wanted to see what you’ve been missing out on. You’ve heard Yeri talk about her experiences all the time. The jealousy had built up over time. You wanted to experience this. You wanted her. You’ve always been secretly envious of the random boys she gets with. Finally, you get to experience her. Of course… as friends.
“Please continue,” You whimper, gripping onto her hand. Yeri feels her heart skip a beat. She just realizes how much neediness turns her on. She presses her lips back onto yours. She begins to push you back onto her bed. Your thighs split apart, letting her slide between. Your clothed core rubs against her thighs. You whimper.
“Fuck… you’re so cute,” She moans in between the kisses. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She continues to move her lips against yours til she hears you moaning. She then pulls away from the kiss to examine your face. Her smudged pink lipstick was all over your lips. Your ears are red, and your glasses are uneven on your nose bridge. She gently takes your glasses off and places them on her bedside table.
“Just in case we break it,” She explains. She looks at your face, soaking in the sight of your disarranged state. She peeks down at your panties. She widens her eyes in delight. Your underwear is pink and filled with hearts. She feels her heart explode at how cute you are. You try to close your thighs in embarrassment.
“Stop staring,” You complain. She softly chuckles and leans down to kiss your cheeks. She lowers her mouth to your ear. She gently kisses and blows against it, making you squeal.
“At this time… the person will try to get you wet,” She mumbles into your ear as she slides her hands up your skirt. She grinds her hand onto your clothed core. You gasp at the touch. Your stomach tenses and flutters in excitement.
“Relax yourself and focus on how good it feels,” She whispers as she continues to rub. You shut your eyes to focus. Your hips begin to move along with her hand.
“There you go,” She praises. She slides your panties to the side and sneaks her fingers in. She drags the tip of her fingers along your slit. She can feel your juice leaking out of your core. She plays with it, making a wet noise. You feel embarrassed at how fast you’ve become wet.
“You’re already kind of wet… so cute,” She hums into your ear.
“Next, the person will touch your clit,” She explains before dragging her finger up your clit. The touch makes your hip twitch. You bite your bottom lip. She slowly rubs circles against the small nub.
“Y-Yeri… that makes me feel funny,” You pant out, gripping the bedsheets. Yeri feels her cheeks turn bright red. Just from this small movement, you’re already so close. You’re so pure… so new to this. It turns her more on. She quickens her pace, but not enough to make you come.
“Shhh, I got you,” She licks the shell of your ears. You let out a soft moan. She slides her fingers down to collect the silky juices that have leaked out. You’re now extremely wet.
“Now is the perfect time for that person to go into you,” She pushes one finger into your pussy. Your mouth opens as you gasp. Yeri watches your expression closely. She continues to thrust her single finger in and out of you. She doesn’t shove another finger in, just in case it’s too much for you. She listens to the sweet and cute moans that escape your lips.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well,” She praises. Her words make your stomach clench. She feels it on her fingers.
“Can you take more for me?” She asks. You quickly nod your head yes. She licks her lips as she begins to shove another finger into your tight pussy. The stretch makes you moan loudly, causing her to pause her movement. You’ve never felt anything like this before. Her fingers feel painful but so pleasurable.
“My parents downstairs,” She warns. You slap a hand over your mouth. Your mind was filled with lust, and you completely forgot.
“Be a good girl and keep quiet,” She says before moving her fingers again. She flicks the tip of her fingers against your walls, making you roll your eyes back. She chuckles and kisses your temple. She continues to thrust, the wet noises becoming louder. She feels your juice coating all the way to her knuckles.
“I feel something in my lower stomach,” You moan.
“This is where you’re going to come for them… come for me,” She purrs. She continues to whisper words of praise into your ears. Her fingers never stop snapping into your core. All of it was too much, and then you finally feel it. Your stomach snaps, and you cry out into your palm. Your body twitches. Your juice leaks down and onto the bedsheet. Yeri keeps her finger in you as she watches you come out of your high. She lets out a breath of awe. You tilt your head to the side. You feel hot everywhere.
“This doesn’t count as your first since we’re friends…. Let’s do it again,” Yeri blushes, moving her fingers again.
Bestie!Nayeon who is obessed with sleepovers. She loves to snuggle up against you, wrapping her arms around your waist.
“Just like how we cuddled as kids,” She mumbles, rubbing her throbbing core against your thighs. Sometimes you would wake up and find her hands resting underneath your shirt on top of your chest.
Bestie!Nayeon who loves to share clothes with you. She even encourages you to wear her panties. She nibbles her bottom lip and clenches her thighs together when she knows the material is rubbing against your pussy. Later on she would rub the panties you wore onto her own cunt while moaning your name.
Bestie!Nayeon that shows you her nudes just to see your pupils dilate when you see her cute nipples. She bites her bottom lip to hide her smile.
“Do you think he will like this photo?” She grumbles. You would nervously nod your head yes. Who wouldn’t like receiving that? In random days, you would receive a photo from her and widen your eyes when you realize it’s a new nude photo.
“Do I look good in here?” She messages. Little did you know all the nudes she takes is just for you.
Bestie!Nayeon who teaches you how to masterbate. Her eyelids become heavy with lust as she watches you struggle with your fingers. You swirl your clit with the tips of your fingers, cheeks turning red.
“L-like this?” You blush.
“…No,” She breathes out, slowly shaking her head. She places her knees between your thighs, spreading you further apart. She then would replace your fingers with her own. She perfectly rubs your clit while watching your face scrunch up in pleasure. Her mouth nearly drools when she feels sees your core leaking out silky juices. She coats her finger with your juice and slides it onto your clit. It helps her fingers move quicker. Your stomach tenses as the pleasure builds up. You reach down to grip onto her wrist to.
“Wait stop,” You pant out. In the beginning she does listen, but over time she will push your limits til you come all over her fingers.
Bestie!Nayeon who firmly believes that best friend should know everything about each other. Such as how each other tastes. She drags her tongue against your slit, making you clench onto the bed sheets. She wraps her mouth around your clit and sucks. Her hands busy with her own core. She thrusts her digits deep into her wet cunt, causing her to moan into you. She playfully flicks her tongue against your clit to watch your expression. You tilt your head back and cry out her name. She lifts her mouth from your pussy and licks her lips. She pulls her hands out and shoves her fingers into your mouth. She feels your tongue swirl her long fingers. Your lips wrap around as you suck.
“Now we know what each other tastes like,” She smiles.
Bestie!Nayeon who wipes your wet cheeks after crying. She slides her arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer. She whispers sweet words while her other hand rubs your inner thigh.
“Shhh don’t think about him. He never deserved you,” She hums. She knew she was always going to win. Who else is going to love you through thick and thin?
Summary: You’re Seungjoo’s partner in crime. To the world, you're simply the registrar at her counseling center. No one ever suspected you of such an evil act. You get into deeper trouble with your actions and feelings. Seungjoo is there to help.
Warning(s): Blood, Gore, Death (not You or Seungjoo), Smut, Fingering, there’s fluff as well
Word Count: 4k
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The first time you watched Seungjoo stab someone, your breathing hicks.
She leans her lips to his ear and shushes him. She digs the knife deeper into his stomach, a small smile appearing on her lips as she watches his face scrunch up. She pulls the knife out and a soft hum escapes her lips. He grunts in pain and tumbles onto the ground. He begins to crawl on the floor with his hands reaching out to you.
“Please… help me,” He begs. His fingers make it a few inches from your shoes. Your eyes widen in fear, and you stumble backwards. Your feet bump into a nearby table, causing you to fall onto your bottom. You shake in anxiety. Seungjoo quickly towers over his weak body and digs her knife into his back. She stabs him once… then twice til his body slowly stops thrashing. You watch the light escape his eyes, his arms still reaching for you. You quickly cover your mouth with your shaky hands.
“Don’t scream,” She grunts, getting up from his body. Using the hand that holds the knife, she wipes her cheeks. His warm blood spreads on her face. She lets out a deep breath as she stares at the mess beneath her. His blood starts to pour out and pool around him. You sit still, unable to look away from the dead body. She sighs again and walks over to you. She kneels and lifts your chin with her bloody finger. You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed in stress.
“Hey, are you okay?” She worries. You blink as no words come out of your mouth.
“I need you to answer me,” She says.
“I’m… fine,” You gulp. She glances around the room to find a clock. Too much time has passed. She curses under her breath before looking back at you.
“Help me clean this up,” She gently orders. You jerk your head up and down, pushing yourself to stand up. You empty your mind so that you don’t freeze up in fear again. You focus on reaching into your backpack. It’s filled with supplies that she had specifically told you to bring. You take out the towels first. You start with her face, peering up due to her height. You place your hand underneath her chin to angle her. With your other shaky hands, you wipe the blood from her cheeks. Her eyes never leave yours as you focus on cleaning. Her pupils dilate in love at how caring you are, regardless of what she just did.
“Thank you,” She whispers. You silently nod your head again. You flip the towel over and start wiping her hands. The blade still rests in her palms. You take it and it feels heavy in your hands. You stare at it a little longer. Getting used to the weight. You slide it into a plastic bag and return to cleaning her hands.
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The next several days after the event, you stayed low. Avoiding public view and staying indoors, just as Seungjoo had ordered. You told her that you were fine to work, but she said to take a small break.
You check the news nonstop, checking to see if the police department gained any leads. Nothing. The case remains a mystery.
Seungjoo visits you every night, carrying bags of food in her hands. When your doorbell rings, you rush over to open the door. She lifts her hands and waves the bag of food.
Tonight was no different.
She walks in and neatly sets her shoes to the side. She places the bag of food onto your table before removing her jacket. Her beige sweater comes into view, showing off her curves. You busy yourself with setting the food out on the little table in front of the TV. She takes a seat next to you with a soft grunt. She takes her glasses off and rubs her nose bridge.
“Tough day?” You ask with a small giggle. You place the bottles of soju she had bought onto the table.
“Yes,” She sighs. She leans her body onto the table and grabs the bottle. She opens it and takes a swing. The bitter alcohol runs down her throat. It gives her a pleasant warmth in her throat and stomach. You take a seat next to her, rubbing your knee against hers. You begin nibbling on the food she bought. You hum in delight, and she chuckles, revealing her teeth. Her eyes squint at how cute your cheeks puff up.
“Good?” She giggles.
“So delicious,” You hum. You pick up more onto your spoon and turn to her. You lift the spoon to her lips. She widens her eyes.
“Eat,” You offer, waving the spoon. She nervously gulps before opening her mouth. You slide the spoon into her mouth. Your lips turn into a smile when you see her starting to chew. Her eyebrows lift in surprise.
“It’s really good,” She agrees.
The two of you continue to eat and drink, giggling and talking about anything. The low hum of the TV in the background on a random channel. You’re a few shots in when you feel yourself becoming drunk. Her cheeks are red, exposing that she is also drunk. The food lay forgotten as you stared at her. Your shoulders bump against each other.
“You’re really pretty,” You slur your words. She tilts her head teasingly.
“Yeah?” She beams. You lift your hands to touch her glasses, pushing them up her nose. You slowly drop your hands to cup her cheeks. She raises her eyebrows. Her lips curling into a smile.
“...How can someone be so perfect?” You continue to sugarcoat her. She softly laughs and leans her face closer to yours. You nervously gulp as you feel your heart rate pick up. You look like a deer in headlights. Her eyelids become heavy as she looks at your lips. She slowly slides her hands onto your hips. Your mind buzzes, and you blame the alcohol in your system. You lean your lips towards her hesitantly. She watches with curiosity… waiting to see if you’re brave enough.
Turns out you weren’t brave enough. You lean your forehead onto her shoulders instead and grumble under your breath.
“I’m sorry… I’m too drunk,” You explain. You feel her laugh from the vibration of her body close to you. She pulls you closer into a hug, lifting her hands to brush your hair. She doesn’t say anything else. Allowing the silence to coat the room.
You come back to work after a week. Clients come to you with excitement, asking where you have been. Your lips turn into a smile, and you lie about going on vacation. They ask for pictures, and you reply saying you had too much fun and “forgot” to take some. Seungjoo walks out of her office to check on you. Between her arms is a clipboard. You focus on her, unable to look away. She gives you a small smirk before returning to her office.
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It’s been a few months since the last killing. Your relationship with Seungjoo has developed over time. But neither of you was brave enough to discuss the depth of it. It’s confusing, mixing love with dirty work. Is it okay to fall in love?
Currently, you and Seungjoo sit quietly in the car. It’s been 30 minutes, waiting for the next victim to come home. She stares straight ahead for any signs. You lean your head to the side to look at her. The street lamp illuminates the side of her face. She looks magnificent. She feels you staring and turns to return the look. Your eyes dilate and you smile. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion. She nudges her glasses up her nose bridge and shifts in her seat.
“What?” She asks. You reach over and lace your hands into hers. You slowly rub your thumb against her knuckles. Her eyes flicker to your hands, then back to you.
“You’re so beautiful,” You breathe. You could tell her she’s beautiful every day and not get tired. She bites back a smile by clenching her jaw.
“Don’t get me distracted,” She warns before looking back at the street. She doesn’t remove her hands from yours. You two continue sitting in silence.
Suddenly, a bright shining light appears from in front. You quickly duck behind the headboard. The victim's car drives into his driveway. Seungjoo peeks at you beneath glasses. She quickly nods her head. It's time to go. She lets go of your hands to unlock the car. You turn your body to face the back to grab the bag of supplies. You go to unlock the door, but you feel a hand on your shoulders. You turn around and she points at the bag. You usually give her the knife, but this time you didn’t.
“The knife,” She reminds you. You pause deep in thought. You didn’t understand why you thought you could do it this time. Just the thought of blood on your skin sends chills down your spine. You quickly nod your head and shuffle in the bag to find the blade. Before you gave her the knife, you leaned over the center console. You gently place your lips onto her cheeks. A small kiss. You pull back and stare deep into her eyes.
“Please be safe,” You whisper while sliding the blade to her.
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“I’m sorry! I will do anything for your forgiveness!” His scream pierces your eardrums. You place your hands onto your ears and shake. Seungjoo stares at the knife in her hands. She quietly chuckles in disbelief before peering up. Her face drops into an emotionless stare, eyes dark and dilated.
“...It’s too late for an apology,” She sighs. She takes a small step towards him. He walks backwards in fear. His back hits the wall, stopping him in his tracks. Nervous sweats roll down his neck. She makes it a few feet from him before he snaps. He raises his fist and recklessly swings at her. She quickly dodges and slashes her knife against his biceps. He cries out in pain and stumbles back onto the wall. He grips onto the cut, feeling the blood spill between his fingertips. He clenches his teeth.
“Fuck you!” He explodes. She stands up straight while lifting the knife to her eyes. The red liquid runs down the blade. Her eyes flicker towards you. Just to quickly check on you. You seem okay, besides the fact that your chest is moving up and down fast. She returns her attention to the man.
“I really hate people like you,” She hisses, “Why do you try so hard to live?”
She lifts the knife, but he crashes into her body. The knife scatters across the floor towards your foot. You widen your eyes in shock. They start wrestling against each other. She loses her footing and falls onto the ground. He climbs on top of her body and wraps his hands around her neck. His eyes were bloodshot as he squeezed hard. Her legs jerk and shuffle against the wooden floor. She claws her fingers into his wrist. A poor attempt to make him let go. Whimper sounds come from her mouth. She chokes while the air quickly escapes her lungs.
“This is what you get bitch!” He sneers. Your heart races while you fight in your mind. You’ve never killed anyone before… never stabbed someone. But when you watch her body slowly stop moving…something switched in your mind. You crouch down and pick up the blade. You clench it tightly in your shaky hands. Grunt noises can be heard from his lips as he continues to kill her. You quietly crept over his body, lifting the knife over your head. He is too busy choking her to notice you.
You make eye contact with her. Her eyes are glossy and almost lifeless. You swing the knife down straight into his back. He screams in pain and loosens his grip on her throat. She drags herself away from underneath him. She gasps for air, turning her body to the side. She brings her hand to her neck in fear. You pull the knife out. He spins his body around and lifts his hands in surrender.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” He cries, kicking his body away from you. Your body shakes in anger. Your eyes are sharp as you glare at him. You didn’t care about anything. All you could think about is killing him to keep her safe.
You slowly walk over his body and kneel. In a quick motion, you slice his legs. The cut limits him from moving further. He screams in pain, tears running down his cheeks.
“You are nothing like her… please don’t do this,” He begs. You crawl on top of his lap with the knife slightly digging into his stomach. The tip collects small droplets of blood.
“You’re right…” You whisper, lifting the knife above your head,
“I’m worse.”
You thrust the knife down into his chest. His body jerks and his eyes widen. You pull out, and his blood squirts onto your face. You flinch a little at the feeling of warm blood running down your cheeks. You heavily breathe as your vision goes blurry. The image of Seungjoo almost dying flashes in your mind. You need to get rid of him. You repeat the action… over and over. The disgusting gush sounds are the only thing heard in the room. Your hands begin to soak in his blood. You couldn’t stop. His face begins to pale. His lifeless eyes stare back at you. You didn’t even hear Seungjoo calling out your name until she pulled you away from his body. She wraps her arms around your waist.
“That’s enough,” She warns. You thrash against her body to escape and return.
“He’s dead already. I’m alive. I’m here,” She assures. Your mind slowly comes out of the blood high. You watch his blood drip from your fingertips and onto the floor. You anxiously drop the knife and turn to look at her. Her face is scuffed up and her neck is bruised red. She is… still breathing. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.
“I thought I was going to lose you,” You sob into her chest. She brings her hands up to brush your hair. She shushes you and whispers words of reassurance. You stay in her arms for several minutes. Feeling her chest move against. You focus on her heartbeat and breathing. The sounds calm you down. You never want to live a day when it stops beating.
“I’m going to get you cleaned up,” She explains as she removes herself from your body. She turns her face to look at the man on the floor. Tons of blood seep onto the floor from how much you’ve stabbed him. She nervously gulps. She would have never expected you to do this. She returns to you with a towel in hand. She wipes your face gently. You sit still like a child, staring at her with teary eyes. She brushes your hair away from your face and places a kiss on your forehead.
“You saved me,” She whispers. She lowers the towel to your hands. Dragging the material against your palm and fingers. Her movement is calm and soft as if she didn’t want to hurt you.
The rest was a blur to you, but now you’re outside as Seungjoo closes the front door. It’s pouring out. The rain drums against the ground.
You turn your head to face the dark sky and close your eyes. The rain soaks on your hair, skin, and clothes… it makes you feel alive. She turns around from the door and walks over to you. The raindrop falls onto her glasses. She stares at your face with a soft look. She lifts her hands and brushes your wet cheeks. You keep your eyes closed as you reach up to cup her hands. You slowly open your eyes.
“Never leave my side,” You quietly wept. You bring your hands up to your chest to find closure. Your mind races again. What would have happened if she had died? There are still so many things you wanted to tell her. So many things to do. She nods her head, pulling you closer to her body. You cling onto her like she would escape between your fingers.
“I won’t,” She promises. In the moment of silence, all you could hear was the heavy raindrops. She gently rubs your head. The action is sweet. You lift your head with teary eyes.
“…I love you,” You confess. You needed her to hear those words from your lips before it’s too late. Her eyes and heart soften. She realized a while ago that you’re precious to her. It’s rare for her to feel this way, since her heart is usually cold. But you were different. You push yourself out of your normal boundaries for her. You didn’t run away out of fear. Your true love and devotion showed when you killed him for her.
“I love you too,” She whispers in truth, leaning her face to yours. Your eyes flicker from her plump lips and back up. She silently waits for you to make the move. You softly press your lips onto hers before closing your eyes.
The kiss is tender and meaningful. Her plump lips move softly against yours. It feels like nothing else matters as long as she’s with you. She pulls away and leans her forehead onto yours.
“Take me to your home,” You breathe out. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. You grab onto her hands.
“I want to spend every day and night with you.”
-
Seungjoo’s house was weirdly a mess. You thought she would be some type of clean freak, but her house says something different. There was barely any room to place your shoes. She straightens her back and nervously coughs.
“Sorry… I usually don’t bring anyone over,” She admits, kicking a random object to the side. She continues kicking things to make space for you to walk in. You look around and notice a few creepy dolls hanging on the wall. You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. You don’t even bother asking her what everything is. She shyly rubs the back of her neck.
“It’s fine,” You softly assure her. She nods her head and gestures to you to continue following. You enter her room, which is much cleaner than the living area. She walks over to her closet and rummages around for a sleeping outfit for you. She walks back out and hands you them. You take it and brush the material with the tip of your finger. You lift the outfit to your nose and shamelessly sniff. You bite back a smile. She smells so good. She points at a door.
“My bathroom is there. You should take a shower,” She explains, taking a step back. You furrow your eyebrows. You bring your hands out to her.
“Shower with me,” You smile. For the first time, you see her cheeks turn red. She nervously glances around the room.
“Are you sure?” She questions, pushing her glasses up. You reach over to grip her hands. You pull her with you into the bathroom.
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You start pulling your sticky black shirt and pants off. You glance at your body in the mirror. There are still spots of blood that Seungjoo missed earlier on your skin. You turn around to look at her. She begins by taking off her glasses and resting them on the sink. She slowly takes off her outfit, revealing her silky, toned body. You nervously gulp as you eye her body. A blush forms on her cheeks, but she remains in her emotionless facade. You begin to focus on the bruise on her neck from earlier comotion. You walk over and gently brush your fingers against her red bruise. She clenches her teeth as she hisses in pain.
"Sorry," You whisper worriedly. She lifts her hands to grab onto your wrist.
"I'm fine," She assures. You were unsure if you could fully trust her statement, but nevertheless you nod your head. You lower your lips towards the bruised neck, giving it a soft kiss. The gentle pressure causes her to tilt her head back and wince. You slide your hands around her hips, pulling her closer. You continue kissing her skin. The heat begins to increase. She gently pushes you back. If you continued she might have have her way in you on the skin. You blink and turn your attention to the showers, a bright blush on your cheeks. Your core secretly throbs. She walks over and turns on the showers for you.
You step in first, allowing the water to hit your face. You sigh in pleasure, your body beginning to relax. You hear her enter the shower behind you. As you keep your eyes closed, you feel soft, delicate hands wrap around your hips. She pulls you into a back hug, your bottom rubbing against her core. She leans her chin down onto your shoulders.
“Let me clean you,” She whispers. You hum a ‘yes’ and she kisses your shoulders. She reaches out to a bottle and squirts body wash onto her palm. She rubs them onto her hands before placing them onto your back. You feel her silky, wet hands rub your skin, slightly massaging. Her sneaky hands move to your stomach. She presses her face into your hair.
“How does this feel?” She darkly chuckles. Her hands slide up to your chest. She squeezes and rubs them. She hums in delight into your ears. You lean your back into her front.
“Feels so good,” You softly moan. She slides her pointer and middle finger against your hardened nipple and plays with it. She loves how your nipples harden under her touch. You buckle your bottom onto her core. She breathes into your ears and slightly nipples your earlobe. Your lower stomach tickles each time she flicks her finger against your nub.
“Spread your legs for me,” She hums. You immediately spread your thighs apart. Your chest moves up and down quickly in excitement. You flutter your eyes open to watch one of her hands lowering down to your core. The other hand continues to harshly squeeze your chest.
Her middle finger pushes between your folds. She drags the tip along your slit, dangerously close to your core. Your legs twitch. She grinds her pussy against your bottom, biting her lips. She finds your clit and starts circling it slowly. Her finger easily slides against it due to the water. You let out a soft moan. She increases the pace gradually. The warm water continues to hit your front.
“Once I start, I can’t stop,” She warns, biting onto your shoulders.
“I don’t want you to stop,” You pant out, buckling your hips against her fingers. Her eyelids lower as she feels herself getting wetter.
“Let’s see if you can handle me,” She whispers while pushing a single finger into your core. You tilt your head up, and a choking moan escapes your lips. She moves her wrist at a slow pace… in and out. She slowly adds in another finger, stretching you out. Your lower stomach tenses, and you grip onto the wet shower walls. She shoves her fingers knuckles deep. You let out a loud moan.
“I love you,” She hums. She continues to flick her fingers in you. You bring your hands to clench onto her hand, the one on your chest. You copy her movement, squeezing your chest. She feels your warm, gummy walls clench around her fingers. Everything feels so good that your mind blanks out. Your legs twitch harder, almost causing you to collapse onto the ground.
“Come when I tell you to,” She licks your ear. You gasp in pleasure. Your body wiggles, your thighs threatening to close.
“I… I am going to come soon,” You cry out. She lets go of your chest and reaches down to one of your thighs. She holds onto them and pushes them up aggressively. Your knee hits your chest. The angle now leaves your core wider for her to shove her fingers in.
“Not yet,” She warns. She removes her fingers to slap your wet cunt. Your body twitches and you yelp. Her eyes darken. She slaps it again…then again til you’re begging her to stop. The impact of her hits on your clit sends waves of shock down your spine. She gives it one more slap before shoving two fingers back into your aching hole.
“Please!” You cry out. You feel your core leaking silky wetness. Your toes curl as the pleasure builds up too much.
“Tell me how much you love me,” She purrs.
“I love you! I love you,” You babble, “I love you so much I’ll kill anyone for you!”
She nearly comes just from hearing your sick confession. She mushed your mind so hard you didn't even know what's right and wrong. She buckles her pussy onto you.
“You can come now,” She smiles. Your stomach immediately snaps, and you come all over her fingers. Your juice slides down your thighs and mixes in with the water. She sweetly kisses your neck, dragging her tongue along the skin. She keeps her fingers in you, feeling your walls clench and pulse against her digits.
“You’re mine forever,” She confesses, nuzzling her face into your wet hair.
Thank you @sunshinefever for allowing me to use these pics
Summary: You’re a VIP in Squid Games. While watching the players, you notice a difference in your servant. Someone so alluring yet hidden behind a bejeweled mask. Soon you will realize this person is not your servant… but a guard seeking to escape.
A fancy wine glass gets placed next to you gently. You take a moment to look away from the screen of players to focus on your servant. He stood still and wordless, almost doll-like. His black suit was looser on his body than usual, as if they were wearing someone else’s clothes. You slowly cross your legs, exposing your thighs within the slit of your dress. You pick up the glass and lift the rim to your nose. You twirl the glass, allowing it to send scents of sparkling citrus. You lower the glass to your lips to take a small sip before humming in delight. The taste of alcohol sinks onto your tongue. Hints of citrus and nutty undertones. You bring the glass up to your server.
“Server… What drink is this?” You softly ask, peering through your eyelashes. You can see his body tensing. Strange. But he doesn’t respond, making you upset. You begin waving your hands in front of him.
“Um, excuse me? I asked you something,” You point out. He refuses to move, not even a tiny nod of acknowledgment. You furrow your eyebrows in frustration. You paid millions of dollars for this special service… You can not tolerate disrespect.
You get up from your seat and face your server. You stand up to his face, trying to peek through his mask. Due to his height, you have to crane your neck to look up. You feel a bit hypocritical wanting to see his face when yours is half covered by a golden animal mask. You move your hands to grip his collar, but he quickly clenches onto your wrist. You widen your eyes in shock. Judging by how small, slim, and delicate their fingers look… You realize your server is a woman. You move your eyes from her hands to her masked face. The corner of your lips begins to lift into a smirk. You lean towards her ear.
“…You’re not my server,” You whisper. Her chest begins to move up and down quicker. Your original server is a man whom you’ve picked from day one. Before you could question her, she quickly slides her hands off your wrist and returns them to her side.
“Is there a problem here?” You hear a deep, robotic voice coming from behind. The game master stands, staring straight at you and your server. You narrow your eyes at her. Even though you couldn’t see her face, you can feel her begging you not to expose her. You smile and lift your hands to touch the buttons of her suit.
“We're perfectly fine,” You smile.
“I am pleased to hear that. I shall leave you alone for your pleasure,” The game master says before returning to his spot.
You continue analyzing your new server. Many questions rush into your head. Who is she? Where did your original server go? Does she actually work here? To satisfy your questions, you knew you couldn’t do it here in public. You have to go into a room.
“Come with me,” You order her. You bring out your hands for her to hold. She hesitates for a moment, then decides to place her hands on top of yours. You slowly wrap your fingers around hers. You begin walking, tugging her along. A couple of other VIPs giggle and whistle at you.
-
You open the doors to the private room. You enter first, lightly twirling in the middle of the room. You softly giggle and turn to face her. She stands by the door, unsure to enter.
“Come. I don’t plan on hurting you,” You assure. She stares at you for a moment before entering. She gently closes the door, and it automatically locks. She remains at that spot. Her posture is straight and tall. Her presence alone causes chills to run down your spine. She’s enchanting.
“Who are you?” You question. You lift your fingers to touch your lips, biting back a smile. The room stays still for a moment.
“I’m a guard here,” She finally says. You widen your eyes in slight surprise. Her voice is deeper and more stern than you thought.
“Where is my server?” You continue walking around the room. She turns her head to the side, hesitating to tell you. You make it about three feet away from her when she speaks again.
“…I shot a bullet through his head,” She reveals. Your blood turns cold. You freeze in your place.
“… Are you going to kill me?” You breathe out. Death is an interesting topic to you. You’ve paid to watch players die for money. It’s entertaining. Seeing multiple people die in the most horrific ways… yet the idea of death at the end of your door scares you. It’s selfish and inconsiderate, and you know. You bathe in the inheritances of your ancestors' dirty money.
“I won’t have to… if you agree to follow my orders,” She calmly explains. You blink. You continue to pause for a moment before lifting your hands to your chest. You start to giggle and chuckle.
“Phew… for a moment there, I thought I finally got what I deserved,” You laugh. Following orders should be easy work. Anything to get out of death. She clenches her jaw.
“Why are you here?” She says, causing you to stop chuckling. She wanted to understand the minds of people like you. VIP’s. Rich and inhuman. You wipe the edge of your eyes to collect tears of joy.
“Boredom. Curiosity. Adrenaline. Research,” You drop several words. You turn your attention fully to her.
Her silence and stillness bother you. Never have you talked to someone like this. As narcissistic as you have been raised to be, you felt like you could change that. So you decide to grab onto her wrist and tug her towards the bed. She stumbled on her footing, but still kept up with you. You walk over to the luxurious bed and sit at the edge. She stands a few feet away from you.
“This mask is stuffy,” You complain. Your fingers clench onto the edge of your mask and you take it off. You toss it at the end of the bed. You smile sweetly at her before running your fingers through your hair to fix it.
“Your turn,” You tease. She doesn’t move again, making you roll your eyes.
“If one of us is making it out of here, might as well go out without hiding,” You suggest, lifting your eyebrows. She hesitates for a moment, then nods her head and grips her mask. You straighten your back and lean forward in excitement. Like a drug addict waiting for their dealer to pull out the goods.
The tiny red scratch on her cheek catches your attention first. Her plump lips are slightly pink. Your eyes follow her long nose bridge to her dark and dull eyes. Her face is stern and emotionless. Her hair is messy and slightly sweaty. You also notice the cute freckles around her cheeks. You unconsciously nibble your bottom lip. You swing your legs over to cross them. Her eyes flicker to your exposed thighs. She has no shame in eyeing your body before looking back up
“What’s your plan? Are you trying to escape? Destroy the game?” You babble, twirling your hands around.
“Why do you want to know so much?”
“So that I can make it out alive… and maybe with you?” You lamely flirt. She lets out a soft laugh of disbelief. Her lips curl into a smile. Your heart swells in pride. You finally got an expression out of her! You lean slightly onto the bed, your chest peeking above the dress. You shyly smile while rubbing your foot against your calves. She grips her fist tightly behind her body.
A small idea pops into your mind, and you waste time doing it. There’s no point in waiting in a place like this. You cautiously graze your legs up her thighs. You don’t know what this woman could do, but you were intrigued. She clenches her jaw, exposing the muscles in her jaw. You sneakily wrap your legs around her thighs, bringing her body closer to yours. Her core is nearly rubbing against your panties.
“Do you do this with all your guests?” She whispers, slight curiosity in her tone. You giggle, still looking at her pants. You slowly drag your fingers along the lining of her zipper.
“Usually with money,” You whisper. She scoffs in disgust, which sends an ache down your stomach. No one has ever treated you like a dirty scum. People usually worship the ground you step on, hoping to grab money that slips out of your bag. Or beg to be friends for privileged reasons. But here she is. Someone with a lower ranking, staring at you like you’re the worst person on the planet. You lick your lips and peer up at her. You bat your eyelashes and she grimaces, yet the pink blush on her cheeks exposes something different behind her facade.
“Entertain me,” You purr. A slip of your narcissistic character. You’re so used to ordering people around. She narrows her eyes at your hands as you try to grip onto her clothed core. She doesn’t move, letting you roam your hands around. Your touches are light, to allow her to shove you away if she doesn’t like this. You peek up to test her expression. She gulps, and her chest moves up and down slowly. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she battles with her inner thoughts. You push it further by rubbing along her inner core. A red blush forms on her cheeks.
“Is this okay?” You smile. She nervously nods her head up and down, signalling yes. The desperate look on her face makes you chuckle softly.
“I guess I’m not the only dirty one,” You whisper to yourself, but she hears. She slaps your hands away and shoves you down onto the bed. She grinds her core into yours as she sharply stares deep into your eyes. Your dress hikes up your thighs and exposes your panties. Your breathing quickens.
“I’m not,” She grunts in anger. She hates to even think about being similar to a VIP. Your hair spreads all over the bed. You start laughing harder, making her more frustrated. You knew you two weren’t so different. If she was, why is she still here… why are you even alive? Let alone allow you to entertain her. She would’ve killed you already the second you entered the room. She lifts her hands and grips your throat. She squeezes your neck, nearly making you roll your eyes back.
“Shut up,” She snaps. She shamelessly buckles her clothed core against yours. She bites her lower lip in pleasure.
“You’re the messed-up one. You obey me,” She mumbles while she feels herself getting wetter. Your eyelids lower and your cheeks turn red. You keep yourself silent by biting your bottom lip. The buildup in your lower stomach feels too good for her to stop. Her core grinds perfectly against the material of your panties. It rubs against your clit over and over. On top of that, her grip on your neck tightens.
“Fuck,” You accidentally grunt out. She breathes out a laugh and snaps her hips into you. She removes her hands from your neck and places them beside your head. You reach up and wrap your fingers around her wrist. You turn your head to gently kiss her wrist.
“Look at you,” She grimaces. She feels an insane amount of power at the moment. You’re so weak and limp underneath her. She could do anything, and you would love it. She can see it in your face. She continues to rub herself against you, chasing after her own high. The wetness coating on her panties is starting to become stuffy and uncomfortable. She wishes she could feel you.
“Please,” You cry out. She ignores your begging and focuses on how her clit rubs against her panties. She quietly examines how damp your panties have become. You could feel it. Each time she would rub against you, you can feel how easily the material slides on your clit. An embarrassing blush forms on your cheeks. You bring your arms across your face to cover your face. She stops rubbing her core to grab onto your arms. She pins them above your head.
“Don’t cover your face,” She demands. She needs to see how she can make you come undone with your clothes still on. She dips her face into your neck and begins to kiss it. You arch your body and moan. She hums and playfully nips your skin. She slides her other hand down to your core. She rubs two fingers on the wet patch. She sucks your neck while sliding your panties to the side. Without warning, she thrusts two fingers in. Her fingers slide in easily, your juice quickly coating her digits. She jerks her hand in and out. She can feel your gummy walls trying to wrap around her. She chuckles and adds a third finger. The stretch causes you to choke out a scream. Your thighs twitch and try to close, but her hips prevent that from happening. She thrusts her fingers into you and soaks in pleasure. You moan into her ears. Words of nonsense and praise.
“I’m close,” You choke out. The wave of pleasure builds up. Just a few more and you can reach your high. You arch your back and shut your eyes. She continues to harshly thrust her fingers into you a few more times before completely removing her hand. Your pussy clenches around nothing, sending an aching throb in your stomach. You lean up using your elbows to look at her.
“Why did you stop?!” You pant. She quietly wipes her hands covered with your silky juice onto your dress. She removes herself from your body and glances around the room. She hasn’t been in here before, but she could tell this is no ordinary room. She curiously walks to a closet. She swings the doors open, revealing all kinds of toys. She rolls her eyes at how filthy the VIP’s are. Nothing but money and sex.
She drags her fingers along the many toys until she stops at a certain item. She lifts up a strap-on, and the toy feels nice in her hands. She tilts her head to look at you. Her eyes were still dull and tired. You sit wordlessly on the bed with a blush on your face. Her lips curl into a small smile while she uses one hand to unbuckle her pants. Her eyes never leave yours as she slides her pants off herself. She gestures with her chin at your core, signaling you to take yours off.
You start pulling your dress over your head. You loop your fingers around your panties and pull them off your legs. The cold air touches your wet pussy, causing you to clench your thighs. She takes a moment to examine your body. So naked and vulnerable. VIP’s are so… easy. You’re so easy.
She takes a moment to look away to focus on putting the strap on. It takes her a couple of minutes to finally settle and perfect the toy. She peers at the cock then up to you. You nervously gulp. Your mouth begins to water at the sight of her.
“Come and suck,” She orders. You quickly slide off the bed and rush over to her. You kneel in front of her. Your chest moves up and down in excitement. You place your hands around her thighs, pulling her closer to your mouth. Desperation is written all over your face.
“You disgust me,” She grimaces, a blush on her cheeks. You squeeze your thighs together as it throbs, but you cannot think about yourself right now. You wanted to please her. You carefully swirl your tongue on tip of her cock. She looks down at you, waiting for your next move. You take a deep breath before putting more of her into your mouth. The veiny toy slides against your wet tongue. Her stomach tenses in pleasure. You move your head up and down her cock. She tilts her head and places one of her hands on your head. She laces her fingers along your hair and grips it. You wince in pain.
She starts buckling her hips into your mouth while keeping you in place. She leans her head back and a soft moan escapes her lips. You shut your eyes and try your best to keep still. She shoves your head down her cock til your nose brushes against her lower toned tummy. You feel the toy hitting the back of your throat. Your gasps and gagging noises were muffled by her toy. You tap onto her thighs, signalling her to pull out. She tugs your head off her cock, a saliva trail connecting her cock to your mouth. You cough and gasp for air. She lifts her thumb to wipe the corner of your lips.
“That’s all you can take?” She taunts. You wordlessly shake your head and angle your mouth back onto her cock. She watches you slide your tongue on the sides of the toy before putting it back into your mouth. She lets out a shaky breath. She puts her hands on top of your head again. Without another warning, she shoves your head up and down while jerking her hips. Her moans are soft and quiet. Your saliva starts rolling down your chin. You allow her to set her pace without stopping.
“There you go,” She praises with a small smile. You pathetically roll your eyes back at the weak praise. She starts to rub your hair nicely instead of gripping it. She moves her cock out your mouth and taps it onto your cheeks. Your lips and eyes are wet and red.
“You sick fuck,” You rasp. You could not believe she refuses to admit she’s just as dirty as you. She darkly chuckles and tugs your hair to stand up. You quietly cry out as you stumble to stand. She walks away and you follow her to the bed. You lay at the edge of the bed with your thighs spread apart. She angles herself between your legs. Her tip teasingly rubs the outside of your folds. She looks up at you with tired eyes. She starts to slowly push herself into you, watching your face scrunch up. The toy sank in deeper til she could no longer go any further. Your mouth opens as the stretch of the toy feels good. She moves her hips, letting the toy go in and out. She reaches her hands up to touch your chest. She aggressively grips it, leaving red finger marks on the skin. She then pinches your nub, making you whine again. Her thrusting pace starts to increase. Your body grinds against the bed at each snap of her hips. You tilt your head back and you moan loudly. The toy rubs against her clit.
“You take me so well,” She blushes. Sweat makes her bangs stick onto her forehead. She snaps her hips into you and watches your eyes roll back. She smiles, revealing her teeth. She leans her face down to your ears.
“What makes you think you can come?” She whispers, still thrusting into you.
“Please! Anything! I will do anything for you!” You cry out. Her teeth nibble your earlobe.
“Anything?” She taunts in your ear. How easy was it for her to switch roles? A VIP taking orders from a guard… Who is basically a nobody in the public view. She moves her face to nip at your neck again. She knows that once she’s done with you, she is going to use you to escape the building.
“Anything, please! I don’t care what it is. Please don’t stop,” You confess. She chuckles against your skin in satisfaction. She leans her face away and stands up straight. She wraps her hands around your thighs and pushes them up to your chest. Your core becomes more open. She feverishly snaps her cock into your core. Chasing after your high. You can feel her cock sliding so deep, in and out. Your thighs start to shake, and your lower stomach tenses. She doesn’t stop this time. You clench onto the bed sheets. Your mind becomes numb as you feel your stomach snap. You come onto her, jerking your body. Your juices drip down your thighs and onto the bed.
She doesn’t stop. No, she continues jerking her body to chase after her own high. You thrash against her, but she ignores your cries of overstimulation. She slaps your hands away from her biceps. You feel your tears running down your cheeks.
“I’m not done with you,” She grunts. You moan loudly. The toy continues to rub against her clit sweetly. She bites her lower lip. Her lower stomach tenses. She soppily grinds her core til she cusses and finally comes onto the toy. She lets go of your legs and nearly falls onto your body. She tilts her head down to your ear, allowing you to hear the soft whimpers from her lips. She calms down from her high and pushes herself up to look at you. Her cock still inside you.
“Who are you?” You whisper, cheeks blushing.
“Kang Noeul,” She replies before leaning in to kiss you.
Summary: Lee Seung-joo, a psychiatrist who treats you. Your words don’t scare her; in fact, she’s more intrigued. She wants to help you unravel your deepest, darkest secrets to heal…and even more than that.
You’ve seen your psychiatrist for two months now. Your feelings for her have increased over time. You blame yourself for being too easy. Falling for someone who listens to you for the first time?… Please, it's her job! It’s not right, yet something about her demeanor draws you. She’s quite a mystery. Her eyes are so dull, but her mouth tells of hope and advice.
Seungjoo sits with her legs crossed in front of you. A small coffee table in between chairs to create distance. She tilts her chin down to examine the clipboard on her lap. She lifts her finger and nudges the rim of her glasses up. You play with the tip of your fingers nervously. You didn’t know what to expect. She turns her head up to give you a small smile. You nibble the inside of your cheeks as an attempt to keep calm. The sound of the clock clicks each second.
“How are you today?” She asks. Her voice is warm and deep, like a warm blanket that could suffocate you if you stay too long underneath.
“I’m okay,” You quickly respond, straightening your back. She breathes out a small chuckle and lightly taps her papers with the tip of her fingers.
“You sound a little tense,” She teases, “Try to relax.”
You nervously nod your head and try to calm down by leaning back into the chair. The cushion underneath is surprisingly comfortable. Your anxiety slightly decreases. Her finger taps stop and she smiles.
“Good,” She says before looking back at her papers. She calmly drags her finger against the paper on which she had written this morning.
“Do you still seek any types of thrills? We briefly discussed this last time,”
“Kinda,” You respond. She pauses and tilts her head.
“How about we ask more personal and deeper questions today?” She begins, wanting to hear more from you. You quietly nod your head yes.
“For me to further understand your behavior and struggle,” She explains, looking deep into your eyes, “Are you in any form of romantic relationships?”
You self-consciously dart your eyes to the side and shift in your seat. You should have known this was going to come up sooner or later. Sexuality has been something you had to discover for yourself.
“No,” You respond.
“Please elaborate,” She softly urges. You feel your heart beginning to race again. Your eyes lower to stare at your pants.
“This is a safe place… I’m here for you,” She reminds you. She could read you like a book. You lift your head to look at her again. She gives you a reassuring smile.
“I don’t like to date because everyone expects me to date someone I don’t find… attractive,” You explain while leaving out important information. She slowly nods her head in acknowledgment. Her lips turn into a small frown.
“Why don’t you find this person attractive?” She asks, hoping to seek more. You swallow a dry gulp. You take a moment to pause as thoughts swirl into your head. You didn’t want to tell her at first, but after some thinking, you’ve realized you’ve grown to truly trust her.
“Because this person is a man,” You softly confess. Her face remains emotionless before she simply nods her head. She brushes her lips with her pointer finger. A habit that you’ve seen her do many times before.
“Many individuals face stress related to sexual orientation due to discrimination, concealment, internalized stigma…” She points out. She continues to explain how your view on sexuality is one of the reasons that impacted your mental health. You listen to her quietly, slightly zoning out. Analyzing how she would tilt her head when an insightful thought comes to mind. Or how her eyes slightly squint when she tries to find the appropriate word to use. Regardless of how much older she is, you were attracted. A small blush begins to form on your face, causing her to furrow her eyebrows.
“…Have you been with a woman?” She asks, snapping you back to life. You quickly blink and the tip of your tongue darts out to wet your lips.
“I haven’t,” You dryly cough. She begins to fidget again by rubbing her lower chin with her pointer finger. She starts to move and places her clipboard onto the coffee table. She leans back into her chair comfortably. One of her arms rests on the chair arm. Expressing her body language as confident and open. Her middle and ring fingers rub slow circles against the armchair.
“What do you want in a woman?” She asks. Your heart begins to race again. She softly chuckles and gets up from her seat. Her shoes click against the wooden floors of her office. Your eyes shamefully examine her body. Her long and slim figure was exposed underneath her beige and white outfit. Her slightly long black hair falls past her shoulder blades. She slowly makes her way to walk behind you.
You sit perfectly still, not knowing what to do. You hear your blood pumping in your ears. Suddenly, you feel a hand gently grip your shoulders. She bends down til her lips are the same level as your ears.
“Do you like them…nice? Or demanding? Or maybe even a little older?” She hums. Her deep voice sends shivers down your spine. She catches the way your breathing hicks. She smiles and leans up, removing her hands from your shoulders. She walks over to her desk and sits on the edge. Her hands rest on the desk next to her hips. She stares down at you.
“What do you think about when you please yourself?” She pushes her questions further. She wants to dig deep into your brain. She wants to know every little dirty secret you imagine. An aching craving is building in your lower stomach. You refuse to let her know you fantasize about her during dark hours. Imagining her fingers pushing and stretching you open. And how you imagine her voice telling you what to do. You squeeze your thighs together. She lifts her eyebrows in slight surprise. You don’t speak or get up from your seat, and she slowly rolls her eyes. The act alone almost made you wet. She parts her lips a little before making up her mind.
“Come here,” She says. You stumble on your footing as you walk over to her. Her eyelids lower as she peers underneath her lashes. You stop one foot away from her. She slides off the desk and grabs onto your wrists.
She tugs and pushes you against the desk. She traps your body by placing her hands beside your waist. Her body towers over you in authority. She leans her face down close to yours. You nervously look down.
“Do you trust me?” She whispers. You lift your head immediately.
“Yes,” You respond. The corner of her lips curls into a smile.
“Let me help you then,” She explains before leaning in. Her soft, plump lips touch yours. She kisses delicately and passionately. You let out a soft grunt of surprise. You forget how to breathe properly. She deepens the kiss, causing you to clench your eyes shut. Her kisses feel so good. You get lost in it. Her hands start to sneak up your shirt. She drags her finger against your spine. You arch your back, rubbing your front into her. She darkly chuckles and bites your bottom lip before pulling away. Your eyelids are heavy and your cheeks are flushed red. She drags her thumb against the button of your pants. She pauses and looks up.
“Can I touch you?” She hums. Her eyes are dilated, almost black. Her glasses slightly fell down her nose bridge during the kiss. You lift your hands to gently push the glasses back up. Her breathing hicks a little.
“Yes… Please touch me,” You whisper. With a swift movement, she unbuttons your pants. She shoves her hands in and pushes her hips into you, spreading your thighs apart. Her fingers nudge against the middle of your panties. You softly moan into her neck. She clenches her jaw in arousal.
She pushes your panties to the side and slides her fingers along your core. She touches your sensitive bud, circling it in a slow rhythm.
“You think of me, don’t you?” She darkly chuckles. She found your dirty little secret. Your silky juices leak out from your core. You tilt your head back and answer yes, mix in with moans. She collects your wetness with her middle finger. She continues playing with your nub. Rubbing your silkiness around it, making her fingers slide quicker. You begin to buckle your hips into her.
Once she finds you wet enough, she slowly shoves her middle finger into you. You feel her fingers go deeper. You gasp and clench onto her shoulders. She hums delightfully into your ears.
“Shush,” She warns before shoving another finger in. You cry out in pleasure. Your pants limit her movement, reducing her to only curling her finger against your soft walls. She flickers her fingers over and over. You moan loudly, thrashing your body. She presses her face against your hair. She parts her lips and shushes you again.
“Shhhh. You don’t want to get caught so quickly, right?” She whispers. Her fingers never stop moving. Your stomach tenses. Tears start to build up in your eyes. Her pace increases and you nearly fall backwards onto her desk. Her brutal thrust into your sensitive wall is too much. You choke on your moans. She lowers her face to bite your neck. She feels your walls clenching around her finger.
At that moment, your lower stomach snaps and you roll your eyes back. Your body trembles and jerks. Juices roll down and dampen your pants. Soft curse words escape from your mouth. She pulls her hand out of your pants. Wetness glistens on her hand and she examines it.
She walks over to her desk and grabs a napkin. Leaving you breathless on the other side. Your chest moves up and down quickly. You close your eyes to catch your breath. She quietly cleans her hands. Once she is done, she tosses the tissue into the garbage. Then she opens her drawers and pulls out a silk scarf. She walks over to you and lifts the scarf.
“Turn around,” She smiles. You weakly turn around and feel her pull your hands behind your back. She ties the scarf around your wrists. You try pulling them apart, but it’s tight. You turn around to look at her in confusion. She ignores you and begins to unbuckle her pants. She slides them down along with her underwear. They drop, revealing her smooth, bare skin.
She places her hands on top of your head and pushes you down to the floor. You kneel before her with your hands tied behind your back. She stands before you, her core near your face. You now understand why she tied you. You desperately wanted to grab her thighs and shove your face into her pussy.
She nudges her glasses up her nose bridge. She peers down at you with a small smile. You wait patiently for her orders. She laces her fingers between your hair and tugs your head closer to her core. She spreads her thighs. The smell of her arousal numbs your mind. You stick out your tongue. Once her pussy touches your mouth, you lose all self control. You drag your tongue against her hole. Her juice coats your whole mouth. You moan as you continue licking her.
“Good girl… you’re doing so good,” She grunts, pushing her core deeper into her mouth. Your tongue slides up to play with her clit. You flick and suck against the nub. Her grip on your head tightens. Her eyebrows furrow in pleasure. Soft moans slip out of her mouth. You tilt your head up to look at her. Her stomach tenses. Her hips roll over and over in your mouth. Sweat begins to form on her forehead. Due to her movement, her glasses start to slide down again. She pushes them up and returns her hands to your head. She grips hard, but you didn’t care.
“Your mouth is so good,” She praises. You feel your core throb. You unconsciously lift your hands to spread her thighs, but the scarf limits you. You groan into her pussy, causing her to bite her lip. She continues to ride you til her legs begin to shake.
“Don’t fucken stop,” She cusses, cheeks red. You shut your eyes and suck onto her nub hard. She jerks her hips and comes into your mouth. Her juices run down your chin. Her body twitches as she catches her breath. Her hand still clenches on your head, not letting you catch your breath. Finally, she tugs your head away. You gasp and catch your breath. You feel her wetness run down your neck. She lazily chuckles before grabbing your head again. She shoves your face back into her pussy. She grinds against your tongue with her head tilted back. She wants you to make her come over and over til she can't handle it anymore.
Summary: You become Yumeko’s house pet. She orders you around, but also loves to tease you. At first, you dislike her, but over time, you realize how much you love to be ordered around… Especially by someone like her.
Warning(s): Smut, Oral, Obedience, Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.4K
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Sounds of footsteps quickly surround you, but you pay no attention to them. You drill your focus into your opponent, Yumeko, who stares back with a small smile on her red lips. She never seems nervous, which makes you gulp. Her eyes don’t leave yours. She doesn't even bother to flick her eyes down to look at her cards in her hand. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, hesitating about the next move. You tilt your chin down and observe the cards in your hand. Taking a short breath, you place two cards down- two pairs of kings. That is the only move you could make. You slowly look up. Yumeko nibbles her bottom lip to stop herself from giggling. There's a shimmering shine in her eyes. She chuckles as she places a pair of aces onto the table. You feel the blood drain from your face.
“H-how did you…” You stutter in disbelief. Your head jerks to the side to watch the ranking TV. Your number drops 50 levels, leaving you to be her house pet with -10,000k debt. You start to regret betting such a high risk… but Yumeko kept tempting you to do more.
Yumeko’s eyes darken slightly while she watches you panic. Yumeko loves to analyze people. She enjoys observing the subtle movements in a person's body language. Especially someone like you. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration. How are you going to get out of this debt? You’ve never lost so much before. Tears start to swell up in your eyes. The house pet necklace feels heavy in your hands. She almost felt pity for you.
She gets up from her seat, lifting her hands to stretch.
“That was fun,” She chirps before walking away. You jump out of your seat in worry.
“W-wait!” You gasp. Yumeko stops in her tracks and turns around with a confused expression. You drop down to your knees, a poor attempt to beg to play another round. All your pride is out the window. Her face slowly switches to a smile again. She stands with her hands behind her back. Her chest peeks out slightly underneath her slightly unbuttoned white top. Her long black hair falls past her shoulders. Her eyes have the glittering shine to them again. You immediately jerk your head down.
“Please, just one more round,” You beg. She tilts her head innocently. Her lips pucker slightly as she thinks. After a few seconds, you see her black shoes come closer to your knees. She bends over, her skirt hiking up. From the closeness, you could smell the sweet perfume she had on. She reaches and grabs the house pet necklace from your hands. You turn your head up to watch her in confusion. She pulls the strings of the necklace and then places them over your head, causing your breathing to hick. The house pet tag hits your chest, and it feels like a punch. She straightens her back to get a view of you. Your cheeks are red from embarrassment. She hums in delight and slowly shakes her head.
“Not yet… I need you like this,” She softly explains. She twirls around with the tip of her foot and struts away. You watch her speechlessly. Her hips swing side to side.
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The next few weeks were filled with Yumeko ordering you around to do pointless things. Things such as making you:
Attend and watch every single gambling session she plays
Sit or stand close to her whenever possible
Apply her red lipstick while she stares at you
Decide on tough gambling choices for her (which makes you panic)
She praises you each time you do as she says. You try your best to ignore the way her voice causes your heart to race. You complain nonstop, begging her to let you play another round so that you could be free from her. The only time you’re away from her is when you’re going to the bathroom or bed. You’re starting to forget what it was like to live without Yumeko telling you what you can or can’t do.
What makes you the most upset is that you weren’t the only house pet Yumeko had. She had another one, but she seems like she couldn't care less about him. She would talk to him and giggle sweetly while you stood awkwardly to the side. You never heard her order him to do anything. Why were you treated so differently? You grumble under your breath as the necklace starts to feel heavier as each day goes by. You can’t ignore the necklace by how many times Yumeko tugs the tag, pulling your face closer to hers. A provoking reminder that you were hers.
Currently, you’re towering over her as she sits on a wooden chair in her dorm room. One of your knees slots between her thighs. She told you to be in this position so that you’d be less shaky while you apply lipstick to her plump lips. It didn’t make much of a difference; in fact, it seems like it made you even more nervous. Her body and face are so close that it makes you forget how to breathe. She sneaks her hand to hold onto your lower bicep as a kind gesture to keep you still. You nervously gulp.
You hyper-focused on her lips to ignore the blush forming on your cheeks. You watch her lips curl into a smirk. Her tiny dimples are more visible than usual. She chuckles, causing your eyes to flicker up and make eye contact with her. She smiles sweetly, chest moving up and down slowly. She inches her face closer to yours in a teasing way. Her eyes move from your lips and back up to your eyes. Your breathing hicks. The lipstick is forgotten in your hands as you get lost in her eyes. Fuck.
“I can’t do this anymore,” You grunt as you push yourself off the chair. You feel as though Yumeko is playing with your emotions like a chess piece. It hurts more than just being a house pet. You push the lipstick brush back into its bottle.
“What do you mean?” Yumeko asks, not moving from her seat. She watches you pace back and forth. You slide your fingers into your hair in frustration.
“I don’t want to be your house pet anymore,” You fume. She leans back into the chair with an unreadable expression. You stop prancing and stand still with your arms crossed. A fruitless attempt to create an invisible barrier
“...Is that what you want?” Her soft voice clashes against the silence. You jerk your head up to look at her. She waits for your answer with a soft look in her eyes. There was no hidden meaning behind her statement. She wanted to know if you truly disliked… being with her. She had already known that keeping you as a house pet was just an excuse to keep you close. She had hoped you felt the same. It was a risk she was willing to take.
“...Yes,” You respond after a short pause. Her eyes flicker towards the ground. Her lips turn into a small pout, but it only lasts a couple of seconds before she starts smiling again. She pushes herself off the chair and stands up straight. She brings her hand out towards you, offering a handshake.
“If that is what you want… then let us play a game,” She suggests. You awkwardly stare at her hand. You were unsure if she was telling the truth or not. Here she is offering you a chance at freedom… so you took it.
“I accept your challenge,” You respond, shaking her hand. Her skin underneath your fingers feels soft. She chuckles brightly and grips your hand towards herself. This causes you to take a few steps toward her. She lowers her face slightly, glaring into your eyes. Her pupils are dilated, almost black.
“But I decide the game,” She whispers.
Stripper poker was the game she decided on— losers have to take off a piece of clothing. Each pair of clothing costs 2,000$. If Yumeko takes off five items… You simply win and finish paying off your 10,000$ debt.
You sit awkwardly in front of her in your white button-up shirt and a skirt. Your jacket, tie, shoes, and socks lay messily to the side. You had a few more undergarments left, and it's making you nervous.
Yumeko sits on the other side of the table with her tie still perfectly tucked around her neck. The only clothes she had discarded were her shoes and socks. She chuckles loudly as she squeezes her thighs together. She was having so much fun. She places her cards down in excitement and watches you slightly widen your eyes. You quickly place your cards down, successfully winning against her. She hums in delight and starts tugging at her black tie. She mindlessly tosses it. Your eyes lock on the soft, smooth skin underneath her shirt. She always leaves the top of her shirt unbuttoned.
Another two rounds go by, and she loses each time. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Was it all luck that you’re winning… or is she losing on purpose? Before your mind could come up with conclusions, she runs her fingers underneath her skirt. Her eyes never leave yours. You gulp nervously as you watch her slowly lower her red lace panties down her legs. She chuckles darkly, biting her bottom lip. Instead of tossing it aside, she places it on top of the table. She leans deep into her seat, crossing her legs in a teasing way. You force yourself to look away from her and back to your cards. You could feel yourself heating up.
“Another round?” She chirps. You shake your head and place the cards down. She frowns immediately, leaning forward as she grips onto the table.
“What? Why? We were having so much fun!” She heavily breathes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.
“You lost five pieces of clothing. I paid off my debt. I’m no longer your house pet,” You explain, getting up from the table. She starts stuttering, trying to find a way to make you continue playing. You tug the house pet necklace off your neck and drop it onto the table. She watches in defeat. Before you could take a step towards the door, she rushed over to you. She presses her chest against your arm. Desperation was written on her face.
“Don’t you feel the rush? Let’s continue playing,” She purrs, slightly grinding herself against you. Her hands wrap around yours, bringing your hands to her soft, bare thighs. Your muscles tense, and you feel an ache in your lower stomach. Her cheeks are pink, eyes dilating with lust. Her breathing tickles your neck. It took everything in you to remove yourself from her. You’re no longer her pet. You won't let her play with your feelings. She stands still in defeat, her gambling high starting to lower. She didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t want. You rush out of her room.
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You walk down the halls, fidgeting with the buttons of your shirt. For some reason, you felt empty without the obnoxious necklace. It’s like you lost a title that you’ve unfortunately grown used to. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt lost without Yumeko telling you what to do. You felt embarrassed, hesitating about your next move.
For the first few weeks, Yumeko still smiles brightly whenever you make eye contact with her. But you give her a simple blank stare before looking away. Yumeko’s smile would drop, and she forced herself to think everything was okay. As time went on, Yumeko didn’t feel like she had to try anymore. What was the point when you weren’t going to give the same energy back? Truthfully, you didn’t realize how lucky you were before it was gone.
So here you are, nervously glancing around the hall to find Yumeko. She stands by the hallway walls with her hands behind her back. She turns her head and makes eye contact with you. You expect a small smile, but instead, she spares you one single stare before continuing her conversation. Your heart clenches in hurt. You didn’t enjoy it. You stop in your tracks and furrow your eyebrows. Is this what it feels like to be nothing to Yumeko?
You didn’t like living in a world where Yumeko isn’t in it… and you realized it a little late. You missed her teasing. You missed how she always kept you close. She made you feel wanted.
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You lift your hands and softly knock against Yumeko’s dorm door. You sort of hoped the knock was too soft for her to hear so that you could change your mind and walk away. But that wasn’t the case. The door swings open, revealing Yumeko. She widens her eyes when she realizes it’s you.
“Hi…” You awkwardly greet. She doesn’t say anything. She narrows her eyes at you with a small smile. She didn’t understand why you’re here. She thought you were annoyed at her. You rub the back of your neck with your hands. You take a step back.
“I’m sorry I don’t-“
“Come in,” She gently offers. She wraps her fingers around your wrist and tugs you into her room. Her scent, which you missed, engulfs you. She shuts the door and turns her body around. You begin nicking your skin with your fingernails.
“I’ve been thinking… and I don’t quite understand why.. but…”
“Tell me what you want,” She cuts in. Your face begins to visibly express desperation.
“Please take me back,” You ramble, “Please take me. I- I feel so lost without you.”
Speaking the truth lifted a weight off your shoulders. You blush in embarrassment. The room is quiet as Yumeko stares at you. Anxious thoughts begin swirling in your head. You start to regret coming here. Especially when you see Yumeko bring her hands up to cover her lips. A chuckle escapes from behind her hands.
“You’re cute,” She reveals. You stand still, not knowing what to do next. She nibbles her bottom lip and takes a confident step towards you. She brings her hands up to touch the tip of your hair. She laces them between her fingers.
“Tell me you want me,” She breathes. The room begins to feel hot as she waits for you to find the courage to speak up again. You gulp and clench your fist
“I want you,” You confess. She takes a deep inhale and shuts her eyes. Her lips curl into a big smile as she opens her eyes again. Her heart races in excitement.
“I'm going to kiss you, okay? Let me know when you want to stop,” She whispers cautiously, tilting her head to look at your expression. You nervously jerk your head up and down, signalling yes. She softly chuckles as she brings her hands up to cup your cheeks. Your eyes immediately shut, and you wait. Your breathing stops when you feel her soft, plump lips move against yours. She kisses you slowly and passionately. She wanted to take her time, she didn’t want this moment to pass.
Your hands move down to hold onto her waist, pulling her body closer to yours. She hums in delight and wraps her hands around your shoulders. Her thumb slowly rubs circles against your neck. A small distraction before she brushes her tongue against your bottom lip. Your eyes pop open in surprise. You take a step back, bringing your hands up to your lip. Your chest moves in and down fast. Your body feels like it's on fire. She stands still and waits for your next move. She doesn’t pressure you into anything. Her lipstick is smudged, yet she still looks so good.
You crash your lips onto her, and she muffles in shock. Your hands move around her waist and down to her thighs like that one time she showed you. She lets out a soft moan between the kisses, adding more fuel to your hunger. She starts pulling you towards her bed. The edge of the bed hits the back of her legs, causing her to fall onto the bed. You follow along, trapping her body between your arms. Her thighs rub against your core. She slides her tongue against yours, making you buckle your hips into her. She softly hums and slowly pulls away from the kiss.
“Tell me what to do,” You whisper, your eyes dripping in lust. Her chest moves up and down fast as she giggles. Her cheeks are bright pink, and her hair is messy. She spreads her legs wider, exposing the red lace panties she has underneath her skirt.
“Kneel,” She breathes. You immediately fall onto your knees, getting a full view of her core. The scent of her arousal makes you clench your thighs together. Her long fingers loop around her panties, and she tugs them off. She scrunches her skirt up. She bites her bottom lip in excitement.
“Make me come,” She orders. You stick out your tongue and slowly move your mouth towards her core. You give her a small, cautious lick. She places her elbow beside her body to carefully watch you. You continue licking her hole to collect more of her sweet nectar. It coats your tongue deliciously, making you hum. She places one hand on top of your head, pushing you closer. Your tongue starts to flick against her small nub, causing her to grunt in pleasure.
“I like that,” She moans. Her moans are high-pitched and cute. You wrap your lips around her nub to suck. She arches her back and grinds her pussy deeper into your mouth. You pull away and look up at her. Her silky juice coats all over your lips and tongue. She blushes at how good her wetness looks on you. Her fingers begin to brush your hair sweetly.
“Am I doing well?” You ask, breathing heavily. She nods her head and smiles.
“Yes,” She responds before tapping your head to go back to pleasing her. You stretch your tongue long to go deep into her pussy. Her walls slightly clench around your pink muscle. She cries out a moan and bucks her hips. The grip on your head starts to tighten. You drag your tongue to swirl quick circles around her numb. She tilts her head back, and a curse word escapes her mouth. Her thighs begin to twitch. All her composure seems to be breaking down. You place your hands against her shaking thighs, pushing them to keep them from closing. She lets out a sharp whine. You suck and flick your tongue harshly agaisnt her nub. Her stomach tenses as she feels herself coming close.
“I-I’m close,” She chokes out.
You look up from between her legs. Her cheeks are bright red, and her lips are swollen from how hard she's biting her lips to keep herself from screaming. Her free hands move up to grip her chest. Her hard nipple peeks up from behind the white button-up. You flick your tongue harder and faster, causing her breathing to stop. Her eyes roll back as you feel her wetness drip down your chin. Her body twitches and high-pitched moans slip out of her mouth. You slow down your pace, allowing her to ride out the orgasm. You pull away, licking your lips. She lies lifelessly on her bed, trying to catch her breath. You move up to her body, rubbing your skirt against her sensitive core. She cries out and attempts to close her legs, but your thighs limit her. You kiss her neck, biting slightly against the skin. Your hips grinds into her, signaling how needy you were. She chuckles and turns her head to kiss you. She tastes herself on your mouth.
“Please,” You beg, slightly pulling away from the kiss. She ignores you and continues to kiss you slowly.
“Please fuck me,” You cry out rubbing your cothed core into her. Her eyes darken, and she bites your lower lip.
“If that's what you want,” She purrs, sliding her hands down into your skirt. She feels your wet, damp underwear beneath her fingertips. She giggles and playfully pinches your clit. You whine and jerk your core away
Summary: Lottie Matthews and you are soccer opponents. Your coach warns you not to get distracted by anything. The rivalry between the two schools is big, causing fights to break out. Is it okay that your supposed enemy is saving you?
Fluff <3
Warning(s): Bullying, cussing, typical school fist fights, Fem!reader
Word Count: 5.3k
a/n: This is a remaster of my old (2023) fanfic I made. The old one was... interesting (bad), so I had to make it better. Hope you guys enjoy this cute fanfic!
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Your lungs burn with each step. You ran with all your might, your eyes focused on two things.
The soccer ball and the opponent.
She comes closer to the left of your peripheral vision. You breathe heavily as you thrust yourself forward. Sliding your knee against the turf with your right leg sticking out to kick the soccer ball. The ball misses the girl's feet by three inches and it goes rolling over to your teammate, Taissa Turner.
While on the ground, you are able to catch your breath. You hear the crowd cheering as you watch your teammate kick the ball closer to the goal. She successfully dodges two opponents with her quick turns.
You push yourself up from the ground and start picking up speed again, just in case Taissa needs backup. But you were not required because she sent the ball flying into the goal.
The crowd lets out a roar. Taissa spreads her arms out and comes running back to you. She engulfs you in a hug that nearly knocks the air out of you. Seconds later, you feel your other teammates crashing into the hug. They start to cheer and chant. You glance at the score. 3-2. Closing your eyes, you continue enjoying the cheerful spirit of your teammates.
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“Great job out there girls!” The coach beams in the locker room. The girls sit on the benches, patting their sweat with towels. Some were taking swings from their water bottles. You stand near the coach with your arms crossed. The coach tilts his head at you before giving you a proud slap on the shoulder. The action causes you to jerk forward. You bite back a smile.
“That was a nice pass you did out there,” He compliments. The girls cheer and bang their fists against the lockers in applause. It sounds like thunder.
“What you guys did out there is what a team is like. I am so proud of each and every one of you. Our next game is in a couple of days. I expect you to keep up the good work. I will see you guys at practice tomorrow morning,” He coaches.
“Yes sir!” The girls salute in unison as a joke. Giggles can be heard among them. You feel a gentle hand touch your back. You glance up at your couch with a confused expression.
“May I have a word with you?” The coach asks. You agree and he walks out of the locker room. You give Taissa a “what the?” look and she returns with an “I don’t know, good luck” look. You inhale a deep breath to calm your nerves. You follow behind until he stops near the bleachers. You brace yourself. He turns around and itches his forehead.
“I want you to be more stern with yourself for the girls,” He begins. You drop your gaze to the cement floor and your shoulders drop.
This again.
When this year’s soccer season started, he picked you to be the leader of the team. You declined at first because you felt there was too much responsibility and expectations. You were afraid you would fail everyone. You didn’t see in yourself that you could be a leader, but apparently, the coach and your teammates see it.
“… I am trying my best,” You quietly reply. He chuckles softly and pats your shoulder, causing you to look back up to him again.
“I know you are, and I appreciate that a lot. These girls respect you whether or not you see that. I know it creates a lot of pressure for you, but that is the role of a leader. The season so far has been going extremely well. I expect you to keep this devotion. Don’t let anything distract you from the team's goal of going to the nationals,” He reminds you. His look is soft and encouraging. You nod your head slowly. His words sink in and suddenly you feel the urge to be better. To be a role model for your team. You love your teammates more than anything else. He sees it in your eyes and relaxes his shoulders.
“See you tomorrow,” He waves. You watch him walk away for a few seconds before turning around. You walk into the locker rooms and a few teammates are already done packing up. They sit around chatting with each other. You zipline to Taissa, who has a locker next to yours. Giving her a tight smile before opening your locker. She watches as you shove clothes into your bag.
Taissa is wearing the school’s bomber jacket. The sleeves are orange and the middle is black with orange detailing. The school's fox mascot logo is on the left side chest.
Your school is called Urocyon High School. Based on the gray fox (scientific name: Urocyon cinereoargenteus) commonly found in the state of New Jersey. Foxes are known for their speed, cunningness, and smarts, which you believe represent your soccer team perfectly.
“What did you guys talk about?” She asks curiously, taking a seat on the bench. Her hands are tucked in the pockets of the bomber jacket. You shrug your shoulders as you continue packing up. You try to sound nonchalant.
“Oh, you know… The usual leader coaching,” You sigh. She chuckles and tilts her head up against the lockers. She looks at the ceiling with a warm smile.
“You’re a good leader,” She reminds you.
You’ve expressed your concerns to her a couple of times now. She understands why you feel stressed, but defends you when you say you aren’t fit to be a leader.
You shut your locker a little louder than you expected. You watch her with a stressed expression, eyebrows arching up and lips frowning. She turns her head to look at you with a curious grin. Quietly watching you wrestle with yourself in your head. She is used to this part of you.
“Why didn’t he pick you? You’re so much more charismatic, strong, and brave-"
“Trust me. If I became a leader, I’d push the girls to the point of quitting. They would hate it. You know me! I hate slackers,” She laughs. You pause and press your lips together.
“You have a point,” You blurt. She rolls her eyes while smiling. You put on the school bomber jacket to match her. Lastly, you zip up your backpack and swing it over your shoulders. She gets up from her seat with a huff, patting her hands against her thighs. You could tell she is already starting to get sore. She throws her left arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“Let's go eat! I am starving!” She beams, dragging you along with her to the exit.
-
You and Taissa go to the regular late-night burger spot. It is the spot you two always go to, and it quickly became a tradition. The bell chimes as she pushes the doors open.
Boy, do you love that smell of grease!
You two stand patiently before one of the workers glances over from where he was tasked. Travis, your favorite server. He attends a different high school, but you don’t know exactly which one. There are a couple of schools in this town. His eyes light up and he brushes his hands on the apron before walking over. He leans against the host station.
“The fox girls are back again!” Travis greets happily. Taissa waves her hands gloriously, as if someone placed a red carpet underneath her feet. Except there was no red carpet, but an old welcome rug that had been losing its bright red color. It looks a bit brown now.
“You guys won another match today, didn't you?” He grins. Taissa crosses her arms and leans back til her shoulder touches yours. She has a smug smile. You quickly copy her behavior. You can’t leave your best friend hanging.
“We sure did,” She beams. He happily nods his head. He glances at a certain booth and looks back.
“Luckily for you foxes, your table is free. The usual?” He questions.
“Yes, please,” You answer. He gestures to you two towards the table and leaves for the kitchen. You plop onto the seat that faces the door while Taissa sits opposite. She immediately goes to mess with the condiments. She clicks the salt and pepper bottles together. You stretch your legs out and yawn, which makes your eyes water. The match earlier is starting to take a toll on you. You place your elbow on the table and lean your chin against your palm.
“Are you nervous for the next game?” You break the silence. Taissa stops messing with the salt shaker. She straightens her back and gives you a stern look.
“No,” She states. You sigh and avert your eye to the window. The moon hovers behind the tall trees. Street lights are illuminating the streets. The neon burger sign flickers, indicating how old the place is. You can see a few other cars parked in front.
“I am,” You confess. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
“Just because we lost to the Yellowjackets every round last year does not mean we can’t beat them this year,” She points out. The mention of Yellowjackets makes you grimace.
Yellowjackets from Wiskayok High School. The girls' soccer team, as much as you hate to admit it, is good. Your team and the Yellowjackets have been neck to neck for generations. The rivalry naturally became a thing. Wiskayok High School is closer to the South side of town, while Uyrocyon High School (your school) is located closer to the North. Both teams became the main competition in the town.
You know all the members of the other team. You secretly search them up on the athlete's website. You analyze all their names and heights. It’s a little odd, you felt like you could be good friends with them if the situation were different.
Travis comes back out with the dishes, snapping you out of thought. He slides Taissa her dish first, then you.
“Anything else I could get for you guys?” He asks in a worky manner. Taissa shakes her head, and you thank him. He smiles and leaves to attend to other tasks. You two start munching like you’ve never eaten before. As if your stomach were an endless pit. Ketchup starts rolling down Taissa’s lip. You smile and reach over to grab her a napkin.
The bells from the door twinkled again, revealing that someone had opened the door. You glance up and nearly choke on your food.
Yellow and blue colors were the first warning indicators.
Three yellowjacket boys walk in with a smug look. Two of them had their hands in their jean pockets while one leaned on the top of the host table. He uses his free hand to brush along his golden hair. They curiously glance around the place, indicating it’s the first time they’ve been here. As they look around, one of them makes eye contact with you. You quickly jerk your attention back to your meal and silently pray they didn’t recognize you. Your heart starts hammering against your chest.
From the corner of your eye, you can see pairs of shoes gathering next to your booth. You let out a shaky breath.
“Well, well, well, look who we have here. Isn’t this the foxie girls?” The blonde boy snickers.
Foxie: Slang for sexually appealing; attractive.
You lower your head and clench your jaw. You loathe that nickname.
Though it can be empowering for some, it was meant to degrade the Urocyon girls' soccer team. Claiming that your team focuses on looks and body rather than skill. Which could not be more wrong. You’ve seen how much time and dedication your team has put in. On the other hand, you’ve seen the poor record score of the Yellowjackets' men's sports. An ongoing record of only winning two games a season. You wanted to taunt them, but then remembered you’re the team leader. You didn’t want to cause more trouble. You bite your tongue and sink more into your seat.
Taissa had other plans in mind.
“Well, well, well, isn’t this the failure of the school?” She mocks. That triggers the brunette boy next to the blonde. He slams both his hands on the table, rattling the glass water cups. He leans in close to her with a glare.
“You should watch that pretty mouth of yours. Keep talking shit and we’ll leave a sting,” He threatens.
“I’m so scared,” She rolls her eyes. The brunette keeps his stance, not backing down. Nor does Taissa. She glares back with the same amount of hatred. You nervously gulp from feeling the tension increases. You lift your hands to touch hers to remind her to keep her cool.
The third boy with black hair finally pulls the brunette back.
“Hey dude, we should just leave them alone,” He suggests. He playfully wraps his arms around his friend's shoulder, pulling him away from the table.
You let out a sigh, not realizing you’ve been holding your breath. You almost thanked him. Finally, a Yellowjacket that is nice with human decency…
That was true til he had the nerve to utter more words.
“They’re just a bunch of cock suckers winning their way up,” He laughs loudly.
Your blood runs cold. With a quick move, you jerk your foot outwards in front of the foot closest to you. This action trips the brunette forward, pulling his black-haired friend along to the ground. Taissa gasps before laughing loudly. She holds onto her stomach and looks at you with sparkling eyes. She couldn’t believe you just did that. You didn’t either. Your lips curl into a small smile, hidden behind your hair.
The brunette boy grunts and glares up from the ground. His cheeks are bright red from embarrassment. His friends try to calm him down, but he ignores them. He hoists himself up and begins to charge at you. You widen your eyes and brace yourself.
Suddenly, a figure jumps in front. A girl. Long, wavy, and black hair that reaches just below her shoulders.
“You guys are embarrassing me. Please go,” She groans, with a finger rubbing her temple in annoyance. Your eyes lower down to examine her more. Come to find out she’s also wearing a yellow and blue bomber jacket.
She’s a Yellowjacket.
“That girl tripped me!” The brunette boy whines. You feel the hairs on your arm raise from how cringeworthy he sounds. Taissa’s face scrunches in disgust. The yellowjacket girl crosses her arms and jerks her chin towards the door.
“Leave or I’ll tell your coach you’ve been smoking weed before games,” She threatens. That threat seems to do the job because the three boys halt their movement. They quickly glance at each other nervously. The blonde boy clenches his fist and makes the first move to the exit. He tilts his head to the side.
“You’re lucky this time,” He says in a low tone. The three boys glare at you before exiting the restaurant. You watch as the door opens and rings again, then they disappear behind it.
The girl lets out a deep sigh and turns around. She makes eye contact with you. Her face is filled with shame and disappointment. From the angle where you sit, you had to crane your neck to look at her. You immediately recognize her from the athlete research you did on the Yellowjackets women's soccer team.
Lottie (Charlotte) Matthews. The girl who has been praised for her skillful foot techniques.
“Thank you… for helping us,” You test. You are still hesitant about Yellowjackets, but she did save you. The least you can do is show gratitude. Her shoulders relax and before she can talk more, Travis comes up. Basically pushing her to the side.
“You girls okay? I just heard from another coworker. Sorry I didn’t jump in on time, I was busy in the kitchen…” He apologizes, but you stop listening and focus more on Lottie. She gives you a small, shy smile before quietly stepping away to return to her booth. Your cheeks turn pink from realizing how close she was.
Her table was right behind yours. She must have heard everything you and Taissa shared earlier.
-
The crowd is noisy with numerous conversations. You glance nervously at the crowd and notice the seats are more filled than usual. This is understandable since your team is going to go against the Yellowjackets today. Today's match is played on Yellowjacket's home base. You examine the crowd more and see that there is a larger majority of yellow and blue. Makes sense since you’re playing in their territory. You avert your attention back into the field.
The spokesperson introduces the Uyrocyon team first. Your team stands in a straight line. Staring at the crowd with heads lifted high to express confidence. Underneath your facade, your heart is racing. You cautiously brush your white and orange jersey. The crowd cheers respectfully. Except for the boy's sports team who boos, but thankfully they are overpowered by the Uryrocyon classmates who came to watch. The spokesperson continues and the crowd anticipates the home team players.
“Everyone give it up to the Yellowjackets!”
The crowd roars and thunders. You gulp nervously before peeking to the side. You watch as each yellowjacket runs out, waving their hands at the crowd. Your eyes naturally focus on Lottie. She is smiling brightly as she runs. Her hair swaying back and forth as she gazes around at the crowd. The long strands of her hair are tucked in a ponytail. After she runs to her position, she peeks at you. Offering a small smile once she finds out you are already eyeing her. You clench your teeth to stop yourself from smiling back. You look away first to keep your mind focused on the game.
“Just a distraction,” You mumble to yourself. You pull your teammates in a circle and stare at their eyes. Giving a stern look, you give a motivational speech in hopes of easing their stress.
“Remember the strategy the coach has given us. Stay focused and cautious. Work together as a team. I trust each one of you. We can do this,” You grunt. Your team places their hands on top of each other and pushes up with a scream.
The chosen starter players run to the field while the rest run to the benches. You rush to the referee with Jackie Taylor, the Yellowjackets team captain. You give her a quick smile in which she returns. The referee tosses the coin and it lands on the side Jackie picked.
Everyone returns to their positions.
It starts a little slow. Everyone is getting used to each other's play moves, but soon it gets heated. The Yellowjackets currently pass the ball around your team's goal. You feel a fear creep up your neck. Yellowjacket kicks a ball upward and Taissa fails to steal the ball. The ball spins to another yellowjacket, who hits her head against it. The ball goes flying into your goal.
1 - 0
The crowd roars in excitement. Yellojackets cheer with each other. You see your goalie holding her head down in disappointment. You quickly run up to your goalie to clench her shoulders.
“We still have time to catch up! Keep your head up!” You remind her. She nods her head and her eyes switch back to confidence.
The whistle blows again, and this time, your team has successfully stolen the soccer ball. Taissa runs full speed to the other side of the field. You push yourself forward on the opposite side of her. She glances and sees your free space. She kicks it hard and the ball flies over to you. You catch the ball with your foot and continue running forward. Then Lottie appears in front of you. You halt to a pause.
She is running to steal the ball.
You quickly turn, but she is quicker and invades your space. Her foot slightly grazes against the ball and your eyes widen.
How?! You quietly panic.
From the corner of your eye, you can see another yellow jacket running up. If you waste more time, you surely will be cornered. Turning again, you see your teammate on the other side. You kick the ball and watch it roll over to your team. You left out a breath of relief. Lottie runs from you, but before she goes away, she turns her head slightly. You can see the corner of her lips smiling. That small move makes you clench your jaw. You will not let her treat you like you’re an easy target.
You run beside her to defend your team from her. She widens her eyes in shock at your sudden tactic, but quickly recovers. She stops her run and angles in the other direction. You quickly stop and turn to catch up to her. Your hand is extended out as she stands behind you.
“Obsessive much?” She whispers, slightly leaning down to your ear.
“You wish,” You groan, staring straight ahead. The teammates are currently passing the ball toward each other. You hear her breathe out a laugh. She licks her lips and slouches further down.
“I kinda do,” She sighs in a joking manner. Your ears turn red, and you spin around to glare at her. From this sudden angle, she is leaning down toward your face. You can see her moles up close. Her plump lips are close to yours. Your eyes widen and stumble backwards. She quickly leans back to straighten her posture, just as shocked as you. A blush forms on her cheeks and to avoid further mistakes, she runs away. You don’t understand why your heart is beating so fast.
“What are you doing? Keep moving!” Taissa shouts at you. Right. You mentally curse Lottie for distracting you. You run forward to find a different Yellowjacket to block. But it was no use because, on the opposite side of the field, the yellowjackets had successfully earned another goal.
2 - 0
You fail to keep a calm composure. You glare at the clock and see there are only eighteen minutes left til the game ends.
Your team loses 1-2. Within the eighteen minutes left, Taissa managed to get a goal, but it was not enough to win the whole round. Your teammates sit quietly and sulkily next to each other. No one is making a sound. They felt defeated again, as if no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t beat the Yellowjackets girls' soccer team.
You stand in front of them, hands on your hips. You bite your lips. You couldn’t help but feel like this loss was your fault. You were distracted and didn’t give the game 100% of your attention. Coach warned you about this moment.
“Don’t beat yourselves up,” You speak out to the team. You wish you could take your own advice. Taking a deep breath, you calm yourself. You have to stay strong for your team. After a few more exchanges of bits of advice and conversations from the coach, the team is heading towards their cars. You stay last to ponder over your actions. You lean into your car seat and shut your eyes. An image of Lottie appears in your head.
“No distractions,” You softly mumble.
-
It's the next day and you stand in front of the mirror, awkwardly staring at yourself. You had on your party outfit, but were not really in the mood. Your coach had made all your teammates go to a party with other soccer players in the district to “make friends”. As much as your teammates begged not to go, he said this is for the greater good of sportsmanship.
So here you are now, standing awkwardly amongst the crowd with a red cup in hand. You take small sips of the bitter liquid, not hoping to get flat out drunk. Loud waves of laughter and conversations can be heard all around you. Not to mention the mix smells of cigs and weed.
It’s dark out with a few lights and a fire pit illuminating the area. You scan around in hopes of finding your teammates. You hoped they didn’t ditch. Your eyes move among the people and stop at a certain girl.
Lottie stands in a circle with her friends, giggling and waving the cigarette between her fingers. She taps the bud with her thumb as she nods her head. Her outfit is pink, which matches her really well. She lowers the cigarette and turns her head slightly, making eye contact with you. Her eyes widen in glee and she lifts her hand to wave.
You’re a bit awkward. Shyly smiling and slowly lifting your hands. You could barely manage a full wave before Taissa crashes into you. The liquid in your cup splashes around and drips on the side. She chuckles and wraps her arms around you in a hug.
“So glad I found you,” She mumbles into your hair. You give her a playful cringe and try to shove her away. You sneak a peek back towards Lottie, but she’s already looking away. You try not to show your disappointment by looking back at Taissa.
The rest of the night consists of you making “accidental” eye contact with Lottie. She looks away first most of the time, making it feel like you’re staring too much. You didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, so you stopped. You even avoided her when she was close in the circle of friends. Currently, you're swaying your body slowly to the music while closing your eyes.
“Yo, bro. It’s those girls from the restaurant,” You hear familiar voices whisper behind you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. Footsteps quickly approach you. Suddenly, you feel a hard tug on your shoulders. You gasp in shock and pain.
“Funny to find you here,” The brunette boy greets. The blonde boy lifts a cigarette towards his lips and takes a long drag. His eyes slowly scan your body. A smile appears on his lips as he blows out the smoke.
“Holy shit you’re actually kinda hot?” He chuckles. He takes a step closer to you, causing you to step back. You clench the red cup. You try to cover yourself with your hands as an attempt to feel safe. His eyes darken a little. He flicks the cig onto the ground and places his hands on your hip. You immediately slap his hands away, glaring at him angrily.
“Get away from me,” You snap. Taissa turns around from her conversation. Once she sees the conflict, she quickly pushes people out of the way and rushes toward you.
“Come on now, pretty girls should-”
Before he could continue, Taissa shoves him away… hard. He slams against his friends. The commotion creates attention, causing people to be silent and look over. Soon, a small circle forms around you.
“Fucken bitches!” The black hair boy barks. He clenches his fist and starts running towards you. He stumbles over his footsteps a bit due to the amount of alcohol in his system. He sways his fist towards your face, but you quickly dodge. He stumbles from his weight and nearly falls over. He regains his balance and charges at you again. From the corner of your eyes, you can see a group of girls joining in the circle. You figured out who they were. The Yellowjackets girls' soccer team.
“Hey, stop it!” Jackie Taylor yells. The rest of the girls block the boys from you and Taissa. Lottie rushes to stand in front of you like a shield. She crosses her arms in annoyance.
“Didn’t I warn you guys last time?” She grumbles. You glance around to see many people joining to watch the fight. You lower your head close to Lottie's back to cover your face. You didn’t want to draw attention, especially for something like this. Your coach would not be pleased.
The boys ignore her and swing their fists again. The blonde boy wrestles against the girls, leaving the brunette to face Lottie. With the chaos stirring, Lottie doesn’t realize the brunette boy charging to punch her face. You couldn’t warn her fast enough and his fist connects with her cheek. She loudly grunts and stumbles back. She lifts her hands to touch her lower lip. Blood paints her fingers. She glares at him between her heavy-lidded eyes. Your eyes widen in shock. Lottie got punched because she was trying to help you. Without a second thought, you slam your body against his stomach. He gasps in confusion. You weren’t a strong fighter. You clench onto his body and he tries to pry you off him. You are not moving one bit, like you were glued. You didn’t want him to hurt Lottie again.
“Get this girl off me!” He begs, digging his fingers into your waist. You squeeze your eyes shut and grunt against his attempt to push you off. Lottie watches with her eyes wide. A small chuckle escapes her broken lip. She couldn’t believe you would do something like this. She was about to join the fight to help you, but a group of football players came in to break up the fight.
-
You don’t really know what happens next, but you're sitting on the concrete floor of the sidewalk. Your fingers gently rub the side of your hips. It feels like it's bruised by how hard the boy was clawing at you. You hiss each time you press your fingers in.
“Need time alone?” You hear Lottie ask from beside you. You turn your head up to look at her. The street lights shine perfectly against her face. You quietly shake your head and she smiles. She plops herself next to you with a soft grunt. Her hands are placed beside her as she looks up into the night sky. She doesn’t say anything else, too busy staring at the stars. You nibble your bottom lip nervously.
“Thank you… Again,” You break the silence. She tilts her head to look at you. She breaks into a smile again, which makes your heart squeeze. She looks so cute in this setting. You avert your stare to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with those idiots,” She mumbles. Your lips curl into a small smile. The images of the fight flash in your mind, causing you to chuckle. Lottie leans her body forward to get a better look at you. Her eyes soften when she sees you expressing joy. She usually doesn’t see you smile since she only sees you hyper-focused during games. She likes seeing you like this. A secret promise she made that night to see this side of you more.
“What are you laughing about?” She beams. You lift your hands to your lips to cover your smile.
“I was thinking about the fight,” You reveal. She starts chuckling with you. She remembers how hard you were clenching onto that boy. It was kind of cute to her. The two of you softly giggle with each other til it dies out once you shyly analyze the cut on her lips. You slowly lift your hands towards her lips. Her breathing slows as she feels your thumb rub against the dry blood. You clean the area underneath the cut while she stares deep into your eyes. You lower your hands and glance up to make eye contact with her. You feel yourself grow hot as a blush appears on your cheeks. She gulps and slowly blinks. You both jerk your faces back to the empty streets, both blushing and nervous. You quickly get up from the ground.
“I- I should probably go-” You stop talking when Lottie grabs onto your hand. Her soft fingers wrap against yours.
“Stay,” Lottie breathes out. Time seems to stand still for a moment. The sound of your heartbeat is louder than your thoughts. You nervously nod your head and return to sitting by her side. Her hands never leave yours- instead, she laces them and places them onto her lap. There was no need to say anything for a while. Both of you felt the same way.
Summary: Shauna watches you devote yourself to Jackie. She doesn't understand how you could do that. She loathes being in someone's shadow, but tragically, in one herself. To make herself feel better, her sick mind turns to you. You’re just too sweet and kind… Shauna knows what you want.
Shauna crosses her arms, hiding her clenched fists. Her face expresses slight annoyance as she watches her best friend Jackie ignore you again. Shauna never understood why you decided to stay with Jackie, considering how poorly she treats you. She is starting to think it’s some sick kink you have, to be rejected and belittled.
You stand in front of them, hands trembling, exposing your nervousness. It’s sad how anxious you are to ask your girlfriend on a simple date. It shouldn’t be like this.
“H-hi Jackie… I was wondering if you're free this-“
“I’m not,” Jackie sighs. She doesn’t bother giving you a second glance. Her eyes lock onto her phone, quickly texting someone. Your cheeks turn red from the blunt rejection. You gulp down your sorrow as your eyes flicker to Shauna. She continues to remain silent, just watching your heart break.
Most of the time, when Shauna sees you, it is you tagging along with Jackie like a puppy on a leash. She orders you around, which you, of course, fully heartedly listen. Bitterness would linger in Shauna’s mouth when she watches you scrambling to grab Jackie napkins at that one dinner.
Your life evolves around Jackie and Shauna understands. She knows what it is like to live under someone else’s shadow… but why did it seem like you’re okay with it? It angers her how weak you are. She always felt like she had more to life than to live like this. To rule. Own something. To have power.
“Oh… that’s okay! Maybe next time. I’ll wait for you,” You try your best to smile, disregarding how tight your heart squeezes. Jackie smiles back and gently rubs your head like you’re her pet.
“Thank you. You’ve always been so considerate,” She compliments. You lean into the touch lovingly. Shauna lets out a scoff. She can practically see you wagging your tail at the smallest praise. Jackie removes her hand and averts her attention to Shauna.
“Come on, let’s go,” She chirps. Shauna watches Jackie strut down the halls before she turns to tower over you. You nervously gulp while silently glaring at her. You didn’t hate Shauna… you were just jealous of her.
Shauna always gets to do everything with Jackie. Everywhere Jackie goes, there she is. You wish it could be you instead. You beg to spend a full day alone with Jackie.
“You should stop being pathetic,” Shauna whispers loud enough just for you. Your face scrunches in anger. You ignore the way your heart rate starts to pick up; Shauna is just really good at making you upset. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from snapping.
Shauna smirks at your inner struggle before walking away to catch up with Jackie. You stand in place, your hands shaking.
-
It’s been a week since Shauna called you pathetic. The days leading up to now consist of her cornering you and making you feel small. You’re starting to get irritated. Her words consume you. Even when holding hands with Jackie, you can hear Shauna in the back of your mind.
Shauna stands by her locker with a blank face. She looks around curiously, wondering where her best friend is. Suddenly, her phone vibrates. She reaches down into her pockets and quickly scans the text. She shoves her phone into her pocket and sighs. Jackie texted her to meet her “asap”. As much as she hates being ordered around, she always listens to Jackie.
Shauna starts making her way over, ignoring everyone who looks at her. She makes it to one of the classrooms and calmly opens the door. Sounds of soft moans and grunts reach her ears first, making her heart race. Her eyes widen and her breathing stops.
Inside the classroom are Jackie and you. You’re sitting on top of Jackie’s lap, jerking your lower body against her. Your cheeks are red as you tilt your head back in pleasure. Whiny moans escape your lips while Jackie lazily jerks her fingers in your core. You feel her two digits filing, curling, and pressing against your gummy walls.
“You feel so good,” You moan. Jackie tilts her head up to look at your face. She smiles sweetly at your praises. She pulls her fingers out and teases you by pinching your clit. You gasp and reach down to grip her wrist. Jackie leans forward and licks your ear. You hum sweetly.
“…Shauna’s here,” She whispers. You immediately tense up. The pleasure vanishes and is replaced with shame and embarrassment. You attempt to get off Jackie, but she tightens her grip on your waist.
“Give her a show,” Jackie taunts. You shake your head no, words unable to come out. Jackie ignores you and pinches your clit again. You cry out in pain and pleasure. Your hands slide up to hold onto her shoulder, panting into her ear. Shauna bites her lower lip as she feels herself getting hotter. Her eyes never leave your figure. Soaking every reaction your body does.
“Jackie, stop,” You moan, jerking your core away from her wet fingers. Jackie rolls her eyes. Your pussy is so wet and slippery she doesn’t want to. She wants to shove her fingers in, but decides to stop for your sake. You tiredly get off her lap and scatter to grab your pants. Jackie tilts her head and smirks at Shauna, who hasn’t moved or said anything yet. Jackie brings her hands up to her face and slowly moves them side to side. Examining how your wetness glistens against her fingers. She gets up from the seat and walks over to Shauna, who takes a nervous step back.
“Shipman,” Jackie chirps. Shauna clenches her jaw at how her last name rolls off her tongue.
“Why did you do that?” She questions. Jackie softly giggles, tilting her head cutely.
“You think I haven’t noticed how you look at her,” Jackie reveals, her eyes glaring deep into Shauna’s.
Jackie had noticed Shauna becoming too quiet whenever she mentions you… It made her suspicious. She started observing how Shauna stares a little too long at you. Or how she whispers to you, sharing secrets behind her back. So Jackie decided to start treating you badly. Just to prove to Shauna that you’re wrapped around her fingers, literally and figuratively. She drags Shauna along to make sure she sees how you still hang on like a piece of forgotten gum.
Shauna averts her stare, feeling intimidated by Jackie. Jackie lightly chuckles. She bites her bottom lip in excitement.
“Don’t worry. I’m not that mad… I honestly don’t even know if I love her,” Jackie shrugs. She lifts her fingers to Shauna’s lips. Her eyes dilate as a sick idea pops into her head.
“She is mine… but it’s kinda funny if you want her too.” Jackie’s fingers, covered with silk, hover over Shauna’s lips. Jackie didn’t want to share, but she is controlling this situation. This is more pleasing to her.
“Why don’t you get a taste?”
Shauna jerks her head to look over at you. You stand awkwardly by the seat with your head down. She can see your chest moving up and down fast. A red blush on your soft, wet cheeks.
“Come on… my hands are tired,” Jackie giggles, wiggling her fingers. Shauna dryly swallows before clenching her jaw. She slaps Jackie’s hands away.
“I won’t play into your game,” She spits before walking out. Jackie stands speechless, then lets out a laugh of disbelief. She couldn’t believe Shauna suddenly grew braver. She slowly turns around and looks at you. You shyly squeeze your legs together.
“Come here and don’t you fucken dare tell me to stop,” Jackie grunts.
-
Shauna feels her blood boiling as she walks away from the scene. She ignores how wet her panties have gotten, rubbing pleasurably against her core as she walks. She enters the bathroom and slams the stall door closed. She lowers the toilet seat covers and takes a seat.
“Fuck,” She cusses, fumbling to shove her hands in her pants. Once the tip of her finger touches her folds, she bites her lip. Wetness leaks out, coating her fingers. She starts rubbing her clit urgently. She curses Jackie and your name angrily. Who the fuck does Jackie think she is?! The image of you tilting your head back and moaning flashes in her mind. She rubs herself faster.
“Fuck you,” She moans. She hates how your body feverishly chases after Jackie’s finger like you’re some type of slut. She hates how whiny and soft your moans are. She hates how you love to praise Jackie for how good she is.
Shauna knows she can be better.
She imagines herself touching you, making you blush and nervous. Her eyes start to roll back as she gets closer to her high. She rubs herself aggressively a few more times til she comes, biting her lip hard to not make a sound. Her chest moves up and down as she pulls her hand out of her pants. Wetness rolls down her knuckles. She blushes in embarrassment.
She's furious… you, out of everyone… made her come.
-
Shauna’s bullying became worse. When she finds you alone without Jackie, she would sinisterly smile.
First, she loves to pull on your hair. She is addicted to hearing you wince in pain as she grips your hair. She forces you to lock eyes with her.
“Jackie doesn’t even love you. You’re nothing without her,” She whispers harshly. Your eyes begin to water as you try to pull yourself away from her. She doesn’t let go until you're begging her like a sobbing mess.
Second, she sickly loves to call you names. She would cuss at you for being stupid for no reason. Laughs and calls you a slut. Sometimes she would suddenly call you cute while she degrades you. It makes your mind jumble and glitch.
It’s worse when she does both at the same time.
Shauna’s hand aggressively tugs your head, making you fall to your knees. You claw at her hands with your fingers. She chuckles and only grips harder.
“You’re so weak. Look at you,” She hums, towering over you. She tugs your head closer to her clothed core and lets out a shaky breath. Her eyes dilated from seeing you kneel before her.
“I can’t wait to fucken ruin you. You’re just a perfect little bitch for me,” She chuckles. Your cheeks turn bright red, ignoring how your core throbs. She watches you clench your thighs together. She rolls her eyes and shoves her foot on top of your core. She presses her foot down, making you wince.
“Are you getting wet? I can’t believe you’re getting turned on by being treated like shit,” She smiles. She removes her foot and pushes your head, causing you to stumble onto the ground. She then spits a clear glob right next to you. Missing your face by a few centimeters. Your breathing shakes as you lie still. Tears drip from your eyes, but it’s more embarrassing how your pussy aches.
“Do what I say and maybe I’ll start treating you better,” Shauna says before walking away.
-
Your relationship with Jackie seems to hit the biggest stumbling block. Your mind is crowded with Shauna. You dream about her touching you and wake up wet. You walk down the hallways with your eyes nervously checking to see if Shauna is heading to bully you again. She has successfully broken you down till you're suffocating and craving her.
Today is different. Just slightly.
Shauna shoves you hard against the wall. You grunt in pain from the impact. She places her arm over your collarbone, pinning you to the wall. You try wiggling yourself out, but it is no use. She grins sinisterly with her teeth. Her brown eyes were blown out and dilated. She leans her face closer to yours, hovering her lips over yours.
You seem to shrink under her gaze. You tilt your head down, looking at the closeness between her body. Her thighs are slotted between. Her core rests on top of yours. Every time she would move, her body would grind against yours.
“You’re sad to look at… It’s laughable,” She chuckles. You clench your jaw and glare at her. Tears threaten to fall from the corners of your eyes. It emotionally hurts. Shauna’s word stabs your heart because… It’s true. Everything she has been teasing you about is true… and God, do you feel pathetic.
Jackie never did care about you. She “forgets” everything about you. She cuts your conversation short, claiming that she is busy. You’ve been pushed by her countless times… it’s truly sad how you still beg for a sprinkle of her attention.
“Are you crying?” Shauna taunts, lowering her head to examine you closely. You shut your eyes and sniff as a weak attempt to stop crying. Your bottom lashes are wet while you glare at her.
“Leave me alone. You’ve hurt me enough,” You beg. Tears start to run down your cheeks. A blush appears on your cheeks from embarrassment. You didn’t want to cry in front of her.
Shauna’s breathing shakes as she watches a tear roll down your cheeks. She finds you so pitiful, it makes her feel butterflies. She lifts her thumb to wipe your wet cheeks. Your breathing hicks at her sudden sweet gesture. You nervously look up into her eyes. They’re soft and dilated. You swore you could feel like she does care in that moment. But Shauna is a wolf in disguise. You knew better than to warm up to her.
“I didn’t hurt you… Jackie did,” She shushes you. Your lips start to tremble, and tears threaten to fall more. She lowers her face to yours. Her hands softly brush your hair. You sniff, taking in what she said. She watches your face scrunch in confusion.
“I love Jackie,” You breathe out. You lift your head at the sudden boost of confidence.
“I love Jackie and I don’t fucken care how she treats me,” You snap. Shauna chuckles darkly. You’re so obedient… Jackie is so lucky.
“You like Jackie that much?” She mumbles. You quickly nod your head, hoping it is enough for her to move on.
It’s funny you thought that was enough.
“Close your fucking eyes,” She snaps. You flutter your eyes shut before you feel her press her plump lips against yours. You gasp, causing her to deepen the kiss. Her tongue slowly flicks against yours. You clench your fist to limit yourself from grunting. She pulls away, breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide and lustful.
“Imagine I’m Jackie,” Shauna whispers before leaning back in to kiss you. Her hands lower to hold onto your waist. She rubs her core against yours slowly.
“Kiss me like how you would kiss her,” She says between the kisses. Your heart skips a beat. Your mind and body fight against each other. But once her teeth nibble your bottom lip, all your morals disappear. You moan loudly and start kissing her back. Your hands reach up to grip her hair.
You think of Jackie just like what Shauna said and it helps. Truthfully, Shauna has been making you sexually aroused for the past week. You can’t help it.
Your tongue brushes against hers. Feeling her wet, warm tongue makes you turn on. Shauna pulls away and places her hands on top of your head. You attempt to open your eyes, but Shauna stops you.
“Kneel and praise me like how you do it to Jackie,” She pants. You feel your body heating up as you kneel. You hear Shauna taking off her pants in a hurry.
She comes back and places her hand back on top of your head. She tugs your head and guides you to her aching pussy. Her arousal scent numbs your mind. You obediently stick out your tongue. Her warm folds slide against your tongue. She cusses and jerks her core into your mouth. You reach up to hold onto her tense thighs. She grips your head harder.
“Fuck… baby you’re so pretty like this. You like being used?” She grunts. You moan out a soft yes before wrapping your lips around her clit. She places two hands onto your head, digging her fingers into your skull. Your knees start to hurt from the hard floor. You shift a little to get more comfortable. She shoves you deeper into her pussy.
“Keep sucking me stupid slut. Don’t think of anything else,” She hisses. You flick your tongue against her clit before sucking hard. Her thighs tense and shake. You try your best to ignore the constant leak from your pussy. There’s a high chance your panties have a small, dark, damp spot.
“I’m gonna… you're gonna make me come,” Shauna manages to moan out. She continues riding against your tongue, cursing, and moaning.
“Open your eyes,” She grunts. You slowly open your eyes to see her red cheeks. Her stomach tenses at eye contact. You can no longer imagine it’s Jackie… instead, it’s Shauna that clouds you. She’s the one you taste. She’s the one who’s going to come in your mouth.
Shauna lets out a loud moan as she releases her juice into your mouth. You flatten your tongue and lap her core like you didn’t want to miss a single drop. Her silk runs down your chin as you pull away from her pussy. A wet trail connects between her core and your lips. She lazily brushes your hair. Her eyelids are heavy as she smiles.
“Tell me you love me,” She whispers. She is sick. She feels so much lust for fucking her best friends girlfriend. She can’t help it. She wanted to consume everything that Jackie had to make herself feel better. To make herself feel like she isn’t in Jackie's shadow. You stare up at her with teary eyes.
“I love you,” You confess. You don't know if you love her or the way she treats you.
Lottie hands you the teacup with a soft look. You pause for a bit, feeling unsure.
This is not the first time you’ve drunk the special herb tea. You’re only doing it again because Lottie asked. Her face was so excited when she found out you could hear the wilderness. So, she asked you to listen to it again. You couldn’t say no to her face. You felt extremely proud that Lottie found you gifted, even though the tea made you feel paranoid and anxious afterwards.
You lift your hands to grab onto the teacup. Lottie gives you an assuring and proud smile. She takes a seat next to you with watchful eyes. You examine the brown, warm liquid before looking up at her. She slowly nods her head, placing a finger underneath the cup. She gestures the cup up to your lips. The tip of the cup reaches between your lips, but you pause after hearing some branches snapping. You turn your head to the side to identify the person.
Shauna reveals herself behind the trees. She silently analyzes you and Lottie. The cup between your hands catches her attention.
“Can I join?” She breaks the silence. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Shauna never once believed in the wilderness’s presence. In fact, she called it bullshit. Why is she suddenly interested? Before you could ask her, Lottie stood up excitedly.
“Of course. Come sit here,” She chirps and gestures to the empty spot next to you. She rushes to the fire pit and bends down to pick up the small bucket. She pours it out into another cup. While Lottie is busy doing that, Shauna takes a seat next to you, shoulders brushing against yours. Her face is emotionless, making it hard for you to read her.
“I thought you didn’t believe in this,” You whisper. Shauna smiles and leans her body towards you, expressing comfort. She shrugs her shoulders.
“Show me it’s true,” She whispers back. You blush and avert your attention back to the cup of tea. Deep down, you don’t know if it’s true. But Lottie has shown you so much, it’s hard not to believe.
Lottie comes back and hands Shauna a cup. You watch her hold onto it and quickly bring it to her lips. She chugs the liquid down as if nothing. You widen your eyes at her confidence. Lottie breaks into a wide smile. Adrenaline was coursing through her body even though she didn’t take the drink. You wanted Lottie to be proud of you as well. You immediately follow after. Taking the bittersweet tea down your throat. You grimace at the taste as you place the teacup on the ground. Shauna breaks out into a soft laugh, revealing her teeth. You wipe your lips nervously. Lottie takes a seat in front of the two of you. Eagerness and hope were written all over her face.
The three of you wait for the tea to kick in. It doesn’t take that long before the two of you start to feel it. You feel your head swaying every time you look around. An annoying buzzing sound reaches your ear. You clench your fist and squeeze your eyes.
“It’s happening,” Lottie whispers. The buzzing becomes louder, causing you to hyperventilate. You jerk your head around wildly, trying to find the source of the sound. Lottie rushes to your side, her hands touching your thighs.
“Tell me, what do you hear?” She questions worriedly.
“I-I don’t know,” You stammer.
“Listen closer… come on. I know you can,” Lottie assures. She brings her hands up to gently brush your hair. Suddenly, you feel another hand on top of yours. Calloused fingertips rub your knuckles. You look up to see Shauna’s dark brown eyes staring deep into yours.
“…I hear it,” She breathes out. You slightly widen your eyes. Did It choose Shauna? You frown and close your eyes to focus. No, this can’t be. You must hear it too.
“What does it say, Shauna?” Lottie asks, still brushing your hair. Shauna licks her lips as she hesitates.
“It wants me to taste her sweet nectar,” Shauna reveals, eyes dilating. Deep inside, she was lying. She didn’t hear shit. Yes, the tea made her feel loopy and buzzed, but she was still kinda sober. Truthfully, she was only here for you. She knew the advantages she would get. She saw how the last time you were here, Lottie made a bite mark on you. It gave her a brilliant idea.
You slowly lift your head to look at Shauna. Your head starts to throb and you wince. Maybe you’ve been drinking too much of this tea.
“Whose nectar?” you manage to say. The words coming out of your mouth don't even make sense.
“Yours,” Shauna answers. You feel your body freeze and the buzzing noises stop. You carefully look around to make sure the buzzing will come back. It doesn’t. You could only hear the soft gust of wind rustling against the leaves.
Shauna must be right. That could only explain why the throbbing pain and noises disappeared. The wilderness wanted this moment to happen.
Lottie seems to understand and reaches down to touch your other hand. She squeezes your palm, making you glance up at her.
“This is what it wants. Obey it,” She assures, nodding her head. You slowly follow her gesture by nodding your head too. Anything for the wilderness… anything for Lottie. Shauna places her hands underneath your jaw and turns your attention to her. Her lips curve into a small smirk.
Shauna leans forward, gently capturing your lips against hers. You quickly flutter your eyes shut. Her plump lips move slowly, making your heart pound loudly. You feel Lottie rubbing your knuckles in a soothing tempo. You let out a small pant, making Shauna deepen the kiss. Her thumb continually rubs your lower jaw.
Shauna starts kissing down your neck, her warm tongue brushing against your skin. You tilt your head back, allowing her more access. Lottie presses her face into your hair.
“Good girl… Let it happen,” She whispers sweetly. Shauna kisses down to the space between your neck and shoulders. Her tongue runs against it before grinding her teeth against your skin. You bring your hands up to hold her head. Suddenly, her teeth start nipping at your skin. You cry out in pain and thrash around. Lottie tightens her hold on you, keeping you still. Shauna moans once your blood coats her tongue. She continues shamelessly sucking and licking, nearly getting drunk. Her tongue and saliva burn your broken skin. She pulls away from you with a smile. Your blood coats her lips and drips to her chin. Lottie’s breathing starts becoming heavy.
“Thank you for your blessings,” Lottie hums, catching her breath. Shauna slowly licks her lips and chuckles. She stands up and begins to remove her flannel. She drops the flannel onto the ground and pulls her shirt by the neck. She grabs a knife out of her pocket. She lifts it, making you shake in fear, until you watch her slice her skin below the neck. You analyze how her blood runs down and soaks her shirt.
“Your turn,” She orders. You hesitate again, but Lottie puts her hand out. She pulls you up to stand, one hand on your waist, the other on your head. Without saying anything, she pushes your head down to meet Shauna’s cut. You shut your eyes and nervously stick out your tongue. Her blood tastes metallic and feels warm. You force yourself to bite and suck harder. She moans loudly, buckling her hips into your body. She wraps her hand around your head and pulls you closer.
“Devore me,” She moans. Your mind spins as you continue biting. You continue kissing her skin for a bit longer till you feel Lottie gently tugging you away.
“That’s… enough. It says that’s good enough,” Lottie says. You stare at the wet red mess on Shauna’s neck. You shake in shock. No way you just did that. Lottie slides her hand underneath your jaw to make you look at her. Her eyes are extremely dilated. More than you have ever seen, and she didn’t even drink the special tea. She leans her face down and kisses you deeply and gently. Her sneaky hands begin to roam over your body. You feel one hand running down and groping your bottom while the other grips your hair. She moans and chuckles in the kiss from tasting the shared blood.
Shauna curses under her breath at the scene. The view of you two sharing bloody kisses is so hot to her. She walks up behind you, leaning her lips to your shoulders. She starts kissing and gently biting again. Her hands move up to grope your chest.
You moan and cry from the feeling of two girls having their way with you. Hums and praises were released from both of their lips. The wind blows harder, making the leaves scatter beneath your feet. The wilderness is pleased.
Summary: You and Shauna Shipman broke up. You try your best to move on, but she confuses you. She easily upsets you, yet something about her draws you to her. A cycle that makes you frustrated.
The strange meat stew in front of you looks interesting. You lift the wooden utensil and watch the liquid run down and drip back into the bowl. All of this was an act to avoid glancing at Shuana Shipman. She sits next to Melissa, silently eating. Melissa tries to start chatting with her, but she gives her short responses. Melissa senses the lack of attention and wraps her arms around Shauna’s shoulders, pulling her close. Shauna widens her eyes a little, but she allows it just for the chance that this would drive you crazy. You shift against your seat uncomfortably. Frustration secretly creeps up. You refuse to let jealousy sink into your skin.
Shauna and you broke up several weeks ago due to a fight. Ever since then, Shauna has been obnoxious about her new “relationship.”
You poke the two large pieces of meat in the bowl. Two? Everyone is rationed one piece of meat. You nervously gulp, knowing that it could only be Shipman who snuck you extra food. You slowly gaze up and make eye contact with her. Her lips curve into a small smirk. Feeling extreme pride that you acknowledged her. You give her a blank stare, not expressing gratitude or annoyance. She stares back with her blown-out brown orbs. Butterflies in her stomach from how much attention you’re finally giving her.
You break eye contact first. Your fingers wrap around the bowl and lift it to your lips. You scarf down a meal. Partly because you’re hungry but also because you want to get away from Shauna’s addictive atmosphere. Some of the broth slides down your chin. You plop the bowl back down on the table, then wipe your lips with the back of your hands. Not sparing her a second glance, you get up from the table and leave without a word. Shauna watches you walk away. Her eyes were glued to your figure. Suddenly Melissa asks her a question, breaking her concentration.
-
Melissa walks out of Shauna’s hut, and you immediately roll your eyes. You ignore her and continue cleaning the water buckets. She smiles brightly as she heads over to you. A mischievous plan in her head. You glance up and start to regret that decision. There on Melissa’s neck is a red hickey. You already knew Shauna was a biter… but to someone else? You start to imagine her rough hands roaming around Melissa’s body. Did she moan and pant into her ears? You clench your jaw tightly and scrub the buckets more aggressively.
“Fucking Shauna,” you cuss in your head. Melissa rests her arms on top of the table. She shyly runs her fingers against the wood.
“Good morning,” She chirps. You bite your tongue. That act would have been sweet for anyone else, but her.
“Morning,” You fake a smile back. You immediately look back at the bucket, hoping that’s a sign for her to leave. She doesn’t.
“So I know that you and Shauna had a rough breakup up-” You look up with a slight glare. She crosses her hands and smiles.
“I was wondering if it’s okay if she and I can get in a relationship. I feel things between us are getting serious,” She blushes while lifting her hands to touch her hickey. You feel anger burn throughout your body. The nerve this girl had is unbelievable.
“Sure,” You smile while tilting your head. Melissa widens her eyes, her mouth a little open.
“...Seriously?”
“Yeah. We broke up a while ago. She doesn’t belong to me anymore. I don’t care,” You simply explain. The bucket hits the table with a loud bang, making her flinch. You wipe your wet hands against the towel and mindlessly toss it on the table. You give her another fake smile before turning around to walk away. You hear leaves crunching from behind. Melissa catches up with you and tugs your wrist.
“You sure?” She drags on. You shut your eyes and suck in a deep breath. When your eyes open, you catch a glimpse of her smirking. Oh. She’s trying to get you jealous. You glance down at her hand still on your wrist. It clicks in her head to let go.
“Of course I am sure,” You repeat. Melissa pauses for a moment. Unsure of what else she could add to the fuel.
“-Shauna is really good with her hands,” She rambles. You almost feel disappointed that this is the person you’re going against. It’s almost embarrassing. Is that all she got? You take a step closer to her, staring deep into her eyes. She takes a small step backward as she clenches her fist. Her wide eyes blink nervously. You bring your hands up to touch her neck, rubbing your thumb against the red mark. You feel a sense of obsessiveness. You could imagine Shauna's tongue brushing against this spot. Melissa’s cheeks turn red as she lets you slowly dig your thumb into the bruise. She hisses in pain.
From the corner of your eye, Shauna steps out of her hut. She pauses at the sight of you with Melissa. She stands still, just watching. Her face scrunches in discomfort. You give her a smirk before leaning towards Melissa’s ear. You feel Melissa tense under your presence.
“Does she moan my name?” You taunt. Melissa clenches her jaw and pushes you away from her. The force causes you to stumble onto the ground. The fallen tree branches scratch and dig into your palm. You hiss in pain and quickly bring your hands up to your chest. Melissa huffs and puffs in anger. Her chest and hands were visibly shaking. The girls around you rush to your side.
Including Shauna.
Her shoulder bumps into Melissa as she runs over to you. She kneels to your level. Her calloused fingers gently wrap around your hand. She brings it to her face to inspect the injury. There are a few red scratches on your palm. Her eyebrows furrow in anger. Before she could say anything, you jerked your hands away in frustration. She widens her eyes at your coldness.
“I’m fine. Check on your girlfriend,” You mumble as you attempt to stand up. You wobble a little. The impact from the ground was a bit rough. Shauna ignores your statement and supports you by wrapping her arms around your waist. Your heart skips a beat at her closeness. You glare at her soft brown eyes and gently try to shove her away.
“Let me help you,” She says. Her voice is stern, laced with dominance. You hesitate for a moment. Unsure if you should listen to her. You have some self respect, but fuck do you also miss her.
Denying your pride, you wrap your arms around her shoulders. She assists you to your hut. Her hands never leave your waist. As you walk past the girls, a few of them look at each other with a “I told you so” expression.
“Her hand is injured, not her legs,” One of them snickers. She giggles until she is met with Melissa’s glare.
-
You sit on a tree log while Shauna kneels before you. She gently uses a wet cloth against your palm. She deeply focuses, not realizing you’ve been staring at her. There are dark circles under her eyes. She also seems to have lost weight since the last time you truly looked at her.
Your eyes slowly move up. Her brown hair is a little messy. Without much thinking, you lift your other hand. Your fingers softly drag against her curls. She pauses and tilts her head up. She makes eye contact with you and you feel your heart racing again. You two stare at each other in silence. Her eyes soften and dilate.
You brush her hair behind her ears before dropping your hand back on your thighs. She lets out a shaky breath as if she were stopping herself from something. She blinks and jerks her head to the side as she remembers what she was here for. She grabs a Band-Aid and places it on top of your cuts. She drags her fingers along the band-aid, making it stick to your skin.
“Thank you,” You whisper. She lets out a soft hum and gets up from the ground. She pats her pants to get rid of the dirt and leaves. You watch her stand awkwardly in your hut. She’s been here many times before, but this time it is different. She gives you one more look before beginning her leave.
“Wait,” You call out. She immediately stops and turns around. You wet your lips nervously, staring at the ground. You curl your fist, feeling the band-aid rubbing underneath. You were going to ask if she really was in a relationship with Melissa. But the words couldn’t come out. Maybe you were afraid to hear the truth.
“Never mind,” You falter. She frowns, wishing you would continue. She looks at your face, scrunching in uncertainty. Dilemma. She decides to break the silence.
“…I miss you,” She confesses. You jerk your head up. Your eyes start to water a little. You’re truly frustrated. Thoughts in your head swung like a seesaw.
Her decisions within the team upset you. She makes you angry to the point of disgust. Yet, you still feel a deep desire for her. The love and sweetness only for you make you greedy. Your heart skips a beat when she is rude. Her anger turns you on. You couldn’t really explain it and it drives you crazy.
She impatiently clenches her jaw at your silence. You furrow your eyebrows.
“Liar,” You dryly chuckle. She tilts her head in confusion.
“You moved on so quickly to another girl, I could hardly assume you thought about me,” You explain. She runs her fingers through her hair in frustration. She’s almost speechless, but of course, she has a lot to say.
“Melissa… she was just someone I could use-”
“That’s disgusting,” You snap. She starts chuckling, a deep raspy sound coming from her throat. Her teeth become visible, making you nervously gulp.
“Is it still disgusting if I think about you when I touch her?” She continues. Your brain stops working and you feel your cheeks turn red. You avert your face to the ground so she doesn’t see.
Truly, you didn’t know Shauna refused to touch Melissa’s core just so Melissa’s moans wouldn’t ruin her fantasy. Shauna would close her eyes and get off thinking it was you. She admits she is sick and twisted for this. But she won’t tell you in hopes your imagination makes you more jealous.
“Tell me. Do I make you angry?” She asks slowly. Your mind starts imagining Shauna thrusting her fingers into Melissa while she licks and bites her shoulders. Your mouth starts to become bitter. You remember the roughness that Shuana likes to do. Did she use it on Melissa? Shauna sees the pure jealousy in your eyes. Her lips curl into a cocky smirk.
“Fuck you,” You spit. She shakes her head in disagreement while making her way to you. She places her thumb into her mouth and licks it. Once she is in front of you, she wraps her fingers under your jaw, forcing you to lock your eyes with her. She soaks in the sight of you. So angry and bratty, it turns her on. Her body towers over you in authority. Smiling like a freak. She brings her wet thumb towards your lips and rubs it.
“Suck,” She dares. You refuse to open your mouth, glaring deep into her eyes. She chuckles darkly as she clenches her jaw. She places the tip of her thumb between your lips. Her eyes flicker up to your eyes with a mischievous smile.
"I said suck," She blankly states before shoving her thumb into your mouth. You let out a slight gag sound as she pushes her thumb deeper. All of your ego and pride vanish. Your eyes begin to water as you slowly relax your jaw. She roughly pressed her thumb against your tongue, making you taste her saliva. Your cheeks slightly hollow as you suck her. She pulls her thumb out and rubs your cheeks softly as a reward.
“Stick out your tongue,” She smiles. You obey like a servant. Stretching your tongue outwards. She tilts her head down, her hair falling past her shoulders. She spits a clear trail down onto your tongue. It feels wet and warm. You press your thighs together as your cheeks turn red. She taps your jaw, signaling you to close your mouth and swallow.
“Look at you…still my pretty slut,” She insults. She starts lowering her hand down to your neck. She gently squeezes as she leans in, glaring deep into your eyes. Her eyes slowly lower to your lips, then back up. Your breathing becomes shaky.
Your eyes flutter shut as you feel Shauna’s plump lips press against yours. You try your best to match up with her needy ones. Her hand moves to the back of your hip, pulling you to stand up. Your lower body rubs against hers. Her teeth bite into your bottom lip, causing you to whine. Her wet tongue slides against the painful throb. You pull away to catch your breath before closing the gap again, moaning in between each kiss.
You wrap your arms around her shoulder, pulling her body closer. You miss this. You miss her. Her needy hands run underneath your shirt to grope your chest. You sigh in pleasure when her thumb starts rubbing against your nipple. You unconsciously thrust your core into her. Pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, and you need her to help you.
“Please, Shauna,” You moan into her mouth. You take her other hand and start shoving it past your waistline and panties. You thrust your core against her still fingers. She smiles against the kiss and slowly pulls away. You try to chase after her lips, but she shoves you onto the ground. You grunt, but the pain quickly vanishes when she starts unbuttoning your pants. She doesn’t wait to pull your pants down as she forcefully shoves her hand in.
Her fingers slowly rub against your core. You shut your eyes and curse. Her middle finger grinds against your clit at a quick and aggressive pace. Your hips buckle and twitch. Her fingers continue for a while, never slowing down. She leans her face down to your neck and begins biting. Her teeth pinch your skin, causing you to cry out. You grip onto her shoulders. She then replaces her bites with her warm, wet tongue, rubbing it against the bite.
You feel the tip of her two fingers along your hole. Without warning, she pushes her long fingers deep into you. You gasp at the sudden feeling of being full.
“Did you miss this?” She whispers as she pulls her fingers out just to slam them back in. Your stomach clenches as she repeats the action. Your eyes water, and your mouth stays open. Your lips release loud moans. She pants against your shoulders. She misses the feeling of your wet, warm core wrapping around her fingers. The sound of your moans sounds way better than how she fantasized it. Just when you’re reaching your high, she jerks her fingers away. Your core pulses around nothing. It feels a little painful.
“Take off your pants,” She orders. You quickly slide your pants off while she does the same. You toss your pants to the side and spread your legs for her. Your pussy is wet and glistening. She spreads her legs and slides her core against your thighs. You bite your lips when you realize her wetness coating your skin. She returns her wet hands on top of your core. She thrusts her fingers into you again. This time it was harsher and faster.
“S-slow down,” You beg. The wet noises coming from her thrusting become embarrassingly loud. Of course, she doesn’t listen to you. She continues abusing her fingers against your gummy walls.
Her hips start to move messily on your thighs. Her moans are loud and drunk. She peers down at you with her heavy-lidded eyes.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” She hisses, buckling her hips. Your thighs start to shake, and she knows it’s because you’re about to come. She uses her free hand to tug and grip your hair. You cry in pain.
“Don’t you fucking dare come before me,” She threatens. You quickly nod your head. You try to focus on her pleasure. You note how she is messier, louder, and quicker than before. Her thrusting hands start to lose tempo as she gets closer to her high. You bring your hands over to her hips. Your fingers dig into the squishy flesh, guiding her to slide. She tilts her head back and moans your name. After a few more, her body jerks and she comes. Her wetness run downs your thighs. Your core clenches around her forgotten fingers. The movement of her chest moving up and down begins to slow. She finally comes back to her senses and smiles. You’re still under her, begging to come.
“Please move,” You beg. She leans forward, resting her hand on the side of your body. Her other hand starts moving again. She watches your face closely. Examining how you would try to bite your lips to silence your moans. You would fail to do so and loud cries would escape your mouth. You feel your tears rolling down your face at how brutal her thrusts are. You wrap your arms around her shoulder, pulling her closer.
She could feel your high coming fast. She pushes her fingers deep into your walls and you gasp. You come onto her fingers, moaning into her ears. Your silky juices run down her knuckles. She chuckles and doesn’t stop moving to let you ride out your high. As if she were still drunk, she didn't stop moving her hands, making you cry from overstimulation. You beg her to stop. She listens after thrusting a few more times til you are visibly about to pass out.
She pulls her wet fingers out of your used-up hole and brings them to your lips.
“Clean up your mess,” She blushes. You weakly clench onto her wrist, bringing her fingers into your mouth. Her two fingers slide against your tongue. You lick and suck her clean. She kisses your sweaty forehead before getting up. She grabs her pants and rustles in her pockets. She pulls out a knife and kneels back between your legs. You watch her with tired eyes as she digs the tip into your inner thigh. You hiss and prop your body up with your elbow to get a better view.
“You sick fuck,” You softly chuckle. She carves an S onto your skin. Your blood starts to bubble against the cut. She leans down and flattens her tongue to lick your blood. She looks back at you with a bright smile. You softly run your hands along her cheeks causing her to lean into the touch.
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