A/n: hello my babies!! I'm trying so hard to get back into writing for you, there's so many different stories I have half written, they're coming, I promise, I just need motivation. I had a dream about Hyun-Ju last night and I've been obsessed with the Hayley Kiyoko and Gigi Perez song 'Collide' and they gave me the extra push to get this one finished because it's only a short one so it fell like there was less commitment to finish it :3 Also, this post is dedicated to Paige who recognised me on tiktok!! I felt so famous so thank you for making my day when you commented. Also, did I tell you guys I got a '120' tattoo on my wrist, is that low-key crazy or do you rate me for it?
Content warning: fluff, fluff, more fluff, one use of (name), no reader pronouns used, a kiss or two, did I mention fluff?, Hyun-Ju struggles with using mascara, reader gets nervous when Hyun-Ju stares (valid because I would too she's so pretty I love her with all my heart omg guys help I'm never getting over her), teeth rotting fluff, I love her so much, and finally some more fluff
Word count: 1k+ words
Hyun-Ju huffed, screwing the mascara wand back into the tube before smacking it against the vanity table. Her eyes dragged up to the mirror, scanning over the face she was slowly starting to learn to love. Black smudges around both eyes, lashes clumped together in a haphazard manner, she'd even somehow got it all over her hands,Β cheeks and her nose.
"(Name)" she whined, looking over to you as you were in the middle of getting dressed. You lifted your head as your fingers continued to button up your jeans and you eyes landed on Hyun-Ju's face. Your lips pursed, trying to keep yourself from laughing.
"Don't you dare..." She said, keeping her hands flat on her lap. You sucked your lips in, biting on them to try and hide your smile
"Help...please" you closed your eyes, letting out a breath before making your way over to your girlfriend, putting one leg in between her knees and your other on the outside of her left leg. Your hands made their way up, cupping her cheeks while she stared into your eyes.
"How did you manage to do this?" You quietly asked, using your thumb to wipe a tiny black mark from her bottom lip.
"I don't know" Hyun-Ju whispered back. You pursed your lips to the right to hide your smile once more before leaning over Hyun-Ju's shoulder, pulling open a drawer, taking out a packet of makeup wipes.
"Hold these" you requested, passing them to her after taking one out. She stared up at you as you placed your left hand on her shoulder and began to wipe the marks on her nose and cheeks away with your right
"Stop, you're making me nervous" you looked into her eyes and blushed, as you dropped your hand to your side and held it there with the makeup wipe still laced between your fingers.
"Stop what? I'm not doing anything!" she defended with a smile, knowing exactly what she was doing
"You are, you're looking at me"
"Awe do I make you nervous?" Hyun-Ju teased, wrapping her arms around you, pulling you closer without taking her eyes off your face
"You know you do, so stop or I can't help"
"Where else am I supposed to look?"
"I don't know, over there or something" you suggested, nodding your head in a random direction as you brought your hand back up to her face to continue cleaning under her eyes
"I don't want to look over there, I want to look at you" she said with a slight pout, causing your cheeks to warm up once again. After a few moments of wiping, you looked directly into her eyes and spoke again
"Close your eyes"
"Stop being difficult and let me look at you" she huffed.
"Hyun-Ju, you need to close your eyes so I can clean the rest" you laughed
"Oh right! Sorry" she laughed along, closing her eyes for you.
Once her face was mascara free, you threw the wipe in the small bin next to the vanity and held her face in both hands, looking down at her with a smile.
"Can I open my eyes now?" She asked, not getting an answer at first, until you quietly said
"You're so beautiful" Hyun-Ju's eyes slowly opened, finding their way back up to yours. Seeing your smile, the genuine one that never failed to brighten her day, forced her own lips to curl up into the smile that melted your heart every single time. And as if you were made of magnets, your lips found their way to each others in a sweet and loving kiss.
"Okay, where's the mascara?" You asked, painfully pulling away from the kiss, taking the packet of makeup wipes from her, leaning back over and putting it back in the drawer.
"Here" she picked it up from the table and held it up for you to take. You unscrewed the wand and handed her the tube before placing your hand in her cheek to hold her in place.
"Don't flinch, okay?" You told her, bringing the wand towards her, only for her eyes to squeeze shut and head to shoot backwards
"Hyun-Ju..."
"Sorry, I won't move"
You tried again, but her head moved again.
"Sorry! Sorry"
"Do you trust me?"
"Always"
"Then don't move, I won't get it in your eyes, I promise"
"Okay, Hyun-Ju, you're a military woman, you can do this" she hyped herself up before moving her head back towards you, this time, you brought your hand to the back of her head to make sure you could keep her there.
"Ready?" You asked
"Ready"
"When I tell you to blink, I need you to blink for me, okay?" You said, bringing the wand back up to her eye
"Blink...blink...blink...blink...blink...see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You cooed
"Yeah, whatever" she playfully rolled her eyes as you dipped the wand into the tube.
"Next eye, blink...blink...blink...blink...blink... there you go" you smiled, screwing the lid back on, taking a step back from between her legs.
"Thank you" she said, spinning around and looking at herself in the mirror, happy with the results. You leaned oven, resting your head right next to hers, cheek to cheek.
"You like it?" You asked with a smile, watching her through the mirror before turning your head to look at her
"I do" she smiled, admiring her reflection until she noticed your eyes studying her face. Her head turned to you as she spoke
"Is it my turn to get nervous now?" You looked down and let out a small laugh before standing up straight.
"In all the time I've known you Hyun-Ju, I don't think I've ever seen you nervous"
"That's not true," she started, standing up with you
"When I first asked you on a date, I was shaking like a leaf, and then on the actual date, my hands were sweating-"
"That wasn't nerves, my hands were sweating too, it was really warm in that restaurant" you joked, turning around and walking towards a necklace stand that sat on the window ledge
"The arcade afterwards was fun though, my nerves had settled and I was really enjoying our time together" she smiled, reminiscing about all the games you played as the conversation flowed as if you'd known each other your whole lives. A smile crept on your face as your eyes looked to the pin board on your wall that had a photobooth strip of you both on that day. Your fingers fiddled with the small silver chain you'd taken off of the stand and held in your grip as your gaze looked over the photos.
The first, slightly awkward, but you were both happy. Smiling.
The second, you had turned to look at each other, both laughing having pointed out and agreeing about how awkward you looked.
The third was serene. Tranquil. You were staring into her eyes, and she yours. The whisper of a smile danced on both of your lips. Unspoken chemistry played in the surrounding area visible in the small frame.
And the last captured one of the most beautiful and special moments in your entire relationship. The moment you knew you needed her in your life. The moment she knew she needed to make you hers. Your first kiss.
You turned back to her to find her watching you. Walking back over to her, you looked at the chain in your fingers, finding the clasps by the time you were in front of her. She brought her hand up to her hair and held it up out of the way of her neck for you to reach up and put it on for her, fastening the clasp in the front so you could see it before spinning it to the back. You stared at it for a few moments as her hair fell back down to her shoulders. A red tint fell on your cheeks once more when you told her
"You're making me nervous again" you stepped to the side without looking at her, and began to walk past her. But before you made it too far, she held your wrist, spinning you and pulling you back towards her, and once you were close enough, her arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled up at her as your arms snaked around her neck.
"I love you" she whispered
"I love you more"
"Don't start that again" she pleaded, but before you could speak again, she placed a soft kiss on your lips.
Content warning: short smut with no plot, doggy style π, PiV, βΌοΈballs mentionedβΌοΈ, no use of (name), no use of readers pronouns, reader has female anatomy, Hyun-Ju calls reader 'baby' once, this isn't that good but it's something, pls give me motivation to write more
Word count: 763 words
You hummed as you leaned your chest fully against the bed, stretching your arms out in front of you, burying your face in the bed sheets to suppress your moans. It was abnormally warm in the house, especially for the time of year. There was a mini heatwave passing through, the air-con broke earlier that Sunday and nobody could come out to fix it until the next day and the fans weren't doing anything but pushing hot air around. You both had nothing else to do, Hyun-Ju had finished the last of the work she had brought home and neither of you could sleep, it was just to hot and humid, even with no clothes on.
"fuck" you heard from behind you. It was rare to hear her swear but when she did, it drove you crazy. You felt her slightly calloused hands grip your hips tight as she pulled you towards her. A sloppy clapping sound emanated through the room as your ass collided with her pelvis.
You felt the need to grip onto the bedsheets in response to her speeding up her thrusts. All Hyun-Ju could hear was your muffled moans, knowing you were trying to be as quiet as you could, but you didn't need to be quiet.
She leaned over, heat radiating off of her stomach onto your back, causing you both to get even more sweaty than you already were. Her hand made its way up your side, causing you to slightly shiver, it made its way under your chin, pulling your head backwards, making your back arch even more than it already was. She used her hand to move your head to the side to look at her. Your eyes were halfway closed from the pleasure of it all, but you saw her. You saw her bangs sticking to her forehead, and strands of her hair sticking to her neck and even on her cheeks, much like you imagined your stray hairs were sticking to you. You saw how red her face has gotten from the heat. You saw how much she was enjoying it. She saw your fucked out face. She saw you mouth ajar as involuntary groans escaped from your throat. The grip she had on your face got involuntarily tighter and she felt her cock twitch inside of you.
"you can be loud, baby, it's okay, nobody else can hear you but me, I just wanna hear you" she panted into your ear before leaving a kiss on your sweaty cheek. You closed your eyes, along with your mouth as you hummed a moan once more.
"be loud for me" she panted, letting go of your face and going back to her former position of kneeling behind of you. You could feel it coming, and she knew you could. You hung your head low but didn't bury it into the sheets this time, instead your mouth fell open as your soft pants started to escape. She didn't speed up or slow down her thrusts, as much as she wanted to, she knows that if she did, the change of pace would throw you off, and you would no longer be as close as you were.
"oh my god-," you whispered, feeling yourself start to clench around her
"oh my god, Hyun-Ju please don't stop" you said louder, in rhythm with her thrusts. You felt her balls slap against your clit every time she moved forward and that just made it so much more euphoric for you. At that point, you couldn't hold in the moans and pants anymore, so you just let them spill out. When she heard you, she almost lost it and came on the spot, but she held it together because she wanted to make sure you came first.
"there you go, does that feel good?" She asked not really expecting an answer, she was more than content with the sounds you were already making.
"fuck, Hyun-Ju, I'm gonna cum, don't stop, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm-" you once again buried your face into the bed sheets as you clenched around her cock again, but this time, not releasing.
"fuck!" You screamed hoarsely, and although it was muffled and barely audible, it sent her over the edge, knowing that she was able to make you feel like that was all that mattered to her. She bit her lip as she harshly thrust into you one more time and just kept her hips pressed against you, waiting for your highs to end.
A/n: sorry I've been MIA, I unfortunately got a new j*b and it's taking it out of me π also, this fic is so much shorter and later than I originally planned but this is the best I can do ATM, but I do have so many ideas for fics that are currently under construction, I just need to get my shit together, anyways, enjoy π
Content warnings: fluff, smut? (Does it count as smut if there's no sex?), breastfeeding kink, mommy kink, sucking Hyun-Ju's tits after a bad day, no use of (name), no pronouns used but she calls reader "sweet girl", multiple uses of "baby", reader hates their family (especially their mum, who is mentioned as hitting them), this is low-key shit icl, I might end up rewriting this at some point because I hate the ending
Word count: 1.2k+
"What's wrong?" Hyun-Ju asked softly, eyes lifting up to you as you stood in the doorway to the living room. Your mascara smudged around your eyes as if you'd rubbed them whilst they were still wet, giving you what could only be described as raccoon eyes. Your hair was frizzy, puffing out far past where it originally layed when you left in the morning. Lips dry, although this morning your lip gloss was glistening. Your clothes, no longer looking as perfect as they once did. They now looked restrictive and slightly askew. Your shoes had long been discarded by the front door. But even still, Hyun-Ju was stunned.
"I'm never going out with that fucking family again."
"It's your family, darling"
"I know, but they're so insufferable, my mum, she fucking hit me across the face and then everyone started arguing and I'm tired of her, I'm tired of that family, I'm just tired." You explained, dragging your feet across the floor. Hyun-Ju watched you with sympathy, stretching her arm out to you.
"oh sweet girl, come to your mommy" you just groaned under your breath and flopped onto the couch, your back resting against the side of Hyun-Ju's body, leaning your head back against her shoulder. The older woman wrapped her left arm around your mid section, picking you up slightly, pulling you into her lap. You closed your eyes and curled your legs up, wrapping your left hand around the back of your girlfriends waist as Hyun-Ju's fingers softly drew circles on your back. The sound of her heartbeat against your ear caused your body to relax, tense muscles softening under her touch, letting out a deep breath you didn't even know you were holding in.
But after a few moments, you became aware of where you actually were.
Your eyes opened slightly, looking to your left.
Looking at what your head was leaning against.
You felt the corner of your mouth twitch as you fought back a smile.
You delicately brushed your right hand from your lap, to Hyun-Ju's hip. Your thumb running across the seam of her low cropped vest, which showed a glimpse of her abs, her happy trail sticking out just above her low rise pajama pants.
Your fingers trailing up slightly to reach the seam of her vest before wrapping underneath it.
"Baby..." You just hummed, pressing your hand flat against her abs.
"What are you doing?" Hyun-Ju asked, looking down at your face, as your eyes stayed on where your hand was. You eventually lifted your head and looked up, eyes wide. Pleading. You brought your hand back down to the seam of her vest, pulling at it.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need, pretty" she spoke softly, placing her hand flat against your back, moving it to your waist, pulling you closer to her body, if that was even possible.
You pursed your lips, looking down at your own hand which still held tight on the seam of her vest. Your gaze lifted to Hyun-Ju's budded nipples, ever so slightly stretching the material of her vest, making it evidently clear that there was nothing but the grey material between you and them.
You leaned your head forward, planting a soft kiss on her exposed collarbone.
Hyun-Ju let out a shaky breath, almost completely silent, but you were close enough to hear it.
You left a trail of kisses going down from her collarbone to right above the lace trim that lined the neckline of her vest. The older woman just hummed, her eyes trained on you as you shifted in her lap so that you were lower.
Within seconds, you lightly placed a kiss on her right nipple, over the vest. Hyun-Ju bit the inside of her bottom lip, the sensation sending shivers through every inch of her body.
Your gentle kisses soon turned into rougher, open mouth kisses, letting your tongue circle around the covered nipple. As you carried on working your mouth on top of the darker grey patch, you brought your right hand back up from her hip, placing it onto Hyun-Ju's left tit, squeezing it as your thumb and finger pinched her nipple, rolling it between them.
You could feel saliva spilling out of your mouth, down your chin and onto yourself, but you didn't care.
You needed more.
Your hand fell to Hyun-Ju's hip once more as you pulled away, looking up at your girlfriend with big eyes and a soaked chin. You pulled at her vest again, to no avail.
"Use your big girl words, tell me..." Hyun-Ju spoke, out of breath
"Please mommy" you begged
"Please what?" She knew exactly what you wanted, she just loved to see you squirm. You huffed, looking down at the wet patch on your girlfriends vest before looking back up at her.
"Please can you breastfeed me, mommy?" You quietly asked, almost like you didn't want to be heard, but if you didn't ask, you wouldn't get. You looked so innocent whilst asking that it caused Hyun-Ju's breath to hitch and her dick twitch.
"Anything for my sweet girl" she said softly, using her left hand to reach underneath the neckline of her vest, pulling her tits up and out, one by one, causing the fabric to stretch under them. She moved her left hand back across your lap to your right hip, keeping you close on her lap and her right hand brushed up from the middle of your back, tangling into your hair and laying flat at the base of your head, pulling you closer.
You extended your tongue, placing it softly on her now exposed nipple before sucking it into your mouth. Your slight whimper was covered by a groan that ripped from Hyun-Ju's throat as her head fell back against the top of the couch.
Your tongue swirled around the budded nipple a few times as if you were trying to memorize every inch of it.
Your lips encased the sensitive skin as you began to suck in.
Hyun-Ju hissed in a breath through gritted teeth, moving her head back down, looking at you before biting down on her lip. She hummed as she tilted her head to the left, watching as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A light moan vibrated up your throat, the sensation causing her to shiver under your touch.
You opened your eyes and looked up at her to see her watching your every move. The way your fingers held onto her tighter, your soft thighs squeezing together on top of her lap, the way your cheeks would hollow every now and then as you sucked her in more.
"you always do so well for me, baby" She said breathlessly. You fluttered your lashes at her before pulling your head back, releasing her slightly bruised nipple from your swollen lips with a pop.
"Do you feel better?"
"Mhm" you hummed, brushing your hand up from her hip to the swell of her breast, your thumb swiping away the wet patch you'd left, before pulling her vest back up and over her exposed skin. You wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your head on her chest.
"I love you so much, baby" Hyun-Ju whispered, pressing a kiss on top of your head. Your lips curled into a small smile before nuzzling your face closer to her. A soft scent of coconut filling your senses as you breathed her in, your voice muffled against her skin as you spoke
A/n: I've not forgotten about you guys, I promise!! I've just had so much going on, and I was feeling pretty down so this is my comfort for now, but I promise, I am working on a few things at the moment I'm just not sure when they'll be released. Enjoy this short oneshot in the meantime!!
Content warnings: implied self harm scars, negative self talk, angst with comfort?, flufffffff, Hyun-Ju loves reader π₯Ή, "WE LOVE YOU, HYUN-JU" we say in unison, I think that's everything, let me know if I've missed something
If you experience suicidal thoughts, or thoughts of self harm, please talk to someone, I promise, people would rather hear your story than attend your funeral. My messages are always open if you wanna talk to your favourite author π even if it's got nothing to do with anything, let's just be friends! :)
Word count: 835 words
"I got something for you" Hyun-Ju spoke, digging through bags she'd brought back from her shopping trip with Young-Mi. You both were sat on the couch, angled towards each other. The last 20 minutes were spent, not paying any attention to whatever noise was coming through the TV, but with Hyun-Ju showing you everything she'd gotten.
"Awe darling, you didn't have to get me anything" you said softly, watching as your girlfriend pulled out a purple velvet box.
"I wanted to, and as soon as I saw it, I thought about you" she smiled, opening the box.
It was a beautiful bracelet, one your eyes would linger on every time you'd pass it.
"Hyun-Ju... This is... I-"
"Shh, I know what you're gonna say, I don't care" she said, delicately pulling it out, setting the box aside.
"But-"
"No, here, let me put it on for you"
"No, wait" but it was too late, your wrist was already being held lightly in her grasp, sleeve rolled up to your elbow. Hyun-Ju froze.
You turned your head to the side.
You couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You didn't want to see her reaction.
You also didn't want to look down and see what she was seeing.
You didn't even want her to see what she was seeing. But it was too late.
All you could do was stand there as she saw a part of you that you weren't ready for her to see. The part that showed weakness. The messy, ugly part of you that you wish never existed.
Your jaw clenched as you shut your eyes, dropping your head slightly.
You braced for something. Anything. For her to drop your wrist. For her to voice her disgust and disappointment. For her to be angry. For her to laugh. Hell, you even braced for her to leave you on the spot.
But none of that ever came.
You heard her let out a small huff of air through her nose. It wasn't disgust or disappointment. It wasn't anger. It wasn't a laugh. It was something else. Something soft. Gentle. Delicate.
You felt her fingers fiddle in the middle of your inner wrist. She was still putting the bracelet on.
And then something you didn't expect.
Your wrist began to rise.
You slowly opened your eyes and looked towards her.
Just in time to see her plant a kiss on top of a cluster of your scars. Your mouth hung slightly ajar, and eyes widened.
Hyun-Ju pulled your sleeve back down, being more careful than she was when she pushed it up.
"I'm sorry for..." She started, not knowing how to finish. She was sorry for pulling your sleeve up, showing herself what you tried to hide. She was sorry you even had to hide it from her in the first place. She was sorry for what it was that you felt like you had to hide.
You furrowed your brows, shaking your head slightly. She had nothing to be sorry about. She didn't know. It wasn't her fault. You sighed, looking down at her hand, holding tightly onto yours, as if she didn't ever want to let you go.
"Not very pretty, is it?" You let out a forced laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't...-" she blurted out, catching you off guard causing you to look back up at her.
"Please don't say that... You're..." She let out a sigh, taking both of your hands into hers before staring into your glossy eyes.
"You are the prettiest, most beautifully perfect person I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on, and not a single thing will ever change that... You are so strong, and I am so incredibly proud of you." She spoke softly, but firm. She needed you to know she was serious. She needed you to know she was there for you, and she always will be.
You felt your throat tighten and your bottom lip tremble. You could feel the tears coming, and you couldn't fight them. She didn't see it as weakness. She didn't see it as messy, or ugly. In fact, she saw it as the opposite. She saw it as all of the silent battles that you've won. She saw it as how lucky she was to still have you with her. And she was proud of you.
"Come here" she whispered, letting go of your hands, wrapping her own around your waist, pulling you into a rib crushing hug. Your arms found their way around her neck, pulling yourself as close as possible.
This hug was different from hugs in the past.
It felt more than just a hug.
It was warmer. Closer.
It was as if your hearts and souls were actually the ones hugging.
It was comforting. Safe.
She squeezed her arms tighter around you, placing a small kiss just behind your ear before whispering
BREASTFEED ME HYUN-JU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED IT SO BAD IM BEGGING I NEED YOUR TITS IN MY MOUTH RN MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY SSSSHHHHIIIIIBBBAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL
Shitty ahh edit, but I posted a Professor! Hyun-Ju x Student! Reader smut, if that's your type of thing, you should check it out! It would be very much appreciated :)
A/n: This took me so long to write omg, but it is one of my favourites. I need her so bad FUCK!!! (Hyun-Ju picture from sailor.lama on tiktok)
Content warnings: smut, age gap (reader is above legal age), cunnilingus, reader crawls for her, professor x student, hints of a plot, reader is female but no pronouns are used, "(name)" and "miss (last name)" are used, pet name from Hyun-Ju (including good girl), reader calls her "ma'am", praising, reader has female anatomy, no squid game, Hyun-Ju is a college professor, Jun-Hee is readers best friend, use of 'mum' because I'm not American, reader describes a bad relationship with her mother (from personal experience π₯²), description of the outfit reader wears (kinda important for the way it gets taken off but it's pretty vague), ends with fluff, not proofread so there might be mistakes.
Word count: 7.5k+
"Jun-Hee, he couldn't even make you cum, I don't understand why you're so hung up on him"
"You're so right, I don't know either, he can fuck off"
"See you say this, but you're probably just gonna get back with him" you sighed, knowing this is always how it goes. She'll complain, talk shit, but then get back with him. You don't even know why you even tries to help her anymore.
"Ugh it's so complicated"
"It's really not, just block him and move on"
"I wish I liked girls"
"Trust me, it's not any easier"
"Miss (last name), Miss Kim, is there an issue?" a voice boomed from the front of the lecture hall. You both looked towards your professor like a pair of deer in headlights. Neither of you spoke, not really knowing what to say.
"This isn't even the first time today that you've been talking instead of paying attention, I'd like a word with you both after this lecture"
"Yes, Ma'am" you said, keeping your head down, trying to focus on your work. It wasn't even your fault that you were talking, Jun-Hee started the conversation, just complaining about her boyfriend. And yet you were still having to deal with the consequences.
"I don't want to have to separate you because you're both amazing students, but if you keep distracting each other then I'll have no choice"
"It won't happen again, we promise" Jun-Hee spoke, bowing her head slightly.
"Good, it better not... That'll be all"
As you began walking away from the hall, getting ready to go home, you felt an absence from your outfit.
"Shit, Jun-Hee, I've left my bag, you go on and get the car started, I'll just go get it" your friend just nodded, head in her phone, presumably talking to her boyfriend who she 'hates'. And with that, you both went in opposite directions. You jogged down the corridor before arriving back at the room you had just escaped from.
P120.
You placed your hand on the handle and tried to push, only to be stopped by the door not budging. You brows furrowed before remembering you had heard the door lock behind you after you'd left. You balled your hand into a fist and gently rapped it on the wood. And then you stood there for a few moments, just waiting.
Professor Cho Hyun-Ju. She was pretty strict. Not in an evil way, she just wanted her students to do well. And when you weren't being distracted by your friend, your full attention was always on your professor. You loved watching the way she moved with such purpose, such confidence. The way she commanded the attention of her students without so much as a look. And the way she spoke, the way her lips moved, her voice. She had the prettiest eyes, you hated the way the harsh lights reflected on her rectangular glasses which made it hard for you to admire them. And her nose was so perfect, it looked so soft. You wanted to ride down it like a slide. And maybe ride it in other ways.
"Miss (last name)?" Your thoughts got abruptly interrupted by the tall woman. You then became hyper aware of how small you felt under Professor Cho's gaze.
"I uh..." You began to stutter as you realised you'd never actually been one on one with her before.
"I'm pretty sure I left my bag in here" you said quietly, trying to avoid eye contact. Professor Cho stepped aside for you to slide in past her. As you did, you got a whiff of coconut and honey as your tits ever so slightly brushed against the professor. You felt your nipples instantly harden at the contact which caused you to turn away from her as fast as you could so she couldn't see before rushing over to your bag, picking it up and placing it on the deck to check everything was still in it.
"As I was saying before, you truly are one of my brightest students, I'd hate to see you fall behind because Jun-Hee is, once again, annoyed with her boyfriend who can't even make her cum" Your eyes widened as you picked up your bag awkwardly. You could feel the older woman's eyes on you, it made you nervous to the point you didn't even know how to hold your bag properly.
"You were listening to us?" You asked anxiously as you spun back around to face the professor before spilling the contents of your bag all over the floor.
"Shit" you whispered before crouching down and beginning to pick up your belongings.
"It's hard to not listen to you, you sit right near my desk and you're not exactly the quietest when you gossip"
"Oh... Sorry"
"Don't be sorry, your conversations are the most interesting thing about this place... Plus," Professor Cho started, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked towards you, stopping just in front of you, placing her foot on the set of keys and keyrings that had fallen from the bag. You stopped reaching for them, leaving you on your hands and knees. Your eyes slowly drifted up, taking in every inch of the body standing over you. The black pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees covering a thin pair of thin tights that complimented her legs and hips so well, while the waistband slightly synched her waist. The deep red button up shirt that was tucked into the skirt was tight enough to see the outline of her tits but still loose enough to leave some of it up to the imagination. She crouched down, picking up the keys from under her foot and dangled them in front of your face before her eyes took a quick glance at your keyrings. A few were references from movies and TV shows, but there were 2 others that caught her attention. A small, metal pride flag with a black silhouette of a pair of tits in the middle. And another almost looked like a police badge, but with the words 'MILF Hunter' displayed in big bold letters. Your face flushed almost as red as Professor Cho's shirt. You were currently on your hands and knees in front of your hot professor who now knows you're into older women.
"I love the sound of your voice" she whispered before moving the keys closer to your face. You stared into her eyes in disbelief. You didn't know what to say, or what to do. And without realising, your eyes kept darting down to her lips.
But before anything came of it, your phone started to buzz.
'Jun-Hee is calling...'
You cleared your throat before grabbing the keys that were hanging in front of your face and shoved them back in your bag.
"I should get going" Hyun-Ju smiled at you as she stood back up, being shortly followed by you. You swiped your finger against the cold phone screen and placed it against your ear.
"I know, I'm coming now, I just dro-"
"My mum's in hospital"
"What?!"
"Yeah, I'm not sure why but my brother just called telling me to come straight away"
"Okay, you go, I'll make my own way home"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeh, I can get the bus or an Uber or something, just message me when you get there, let me know what's going on"
"Will do, let me know when you get home safe" you just looked down at your phone as the screen turned blank.
"Is everything okay?" Hyun-Ju asked as she watched you zone out slightly.
"Uhh, I'm not sure... Jun-Hee's mum is in hospital so she's going there now"
"Oh, I hope she's okay, are you close with her mum?" She asked, placing her hand behind your shoulder, leading you towards her seat behind her neatly organised desk.
"Yeah, I mean, after I cut contact with my own mum, she became like a secondary mum... I'm sure she'll be fine, she's strong, I'm just worried." You said, still zoning out slightly as Professor Cho leaned against her desk next to you.
"You cut contact with your mum?"
"Well, she's a drug addict who would take all my money and she chose her 17 year old boyfriend over me, she's manipulative, she's narsasistic, she's abusive and... I...don't know why I'm telling you all of this" you ranted before zoning back into the conversation after realising what you'd said.
"Well I think they're very valid reasons to cut contact with her... I don't talk to my mum either" Hyun-Ju said, her voice softening.
"Really?"
"Really... After I came out, she didn't want anything to do with me, none of my family did"
"...came out?" You asked. You always knew she was 'for the girls', no man would ever deserve someone like her, but to hear it from her own beautiful lips was another thing.
"Yeh, I'm... Not like most women" you just shook your head, pretending to act clueless to what your professor was trying to tell you. She sighed before finally saying what she wanted to say.
"I'm a trans lesbian, but don't tell anyone, nobody here knows and I'd like to keep it that way, this can just be our little secret" your eyes widened, you could tell she was a lesbian, but you had no idea she was transgender. Your eyes quickly glanced down for a second before locking back onto her eyes. You saw the slight bulge at the top of her skirt, you had seen it before but you'd always just assumed it was just her clothes bunching up or something.
"Oh... Well, I mean... You... You're..." You stuttered. You became flustered as your mind raced. You just sighed and looked down at your hands, trying to find the right words.Β Hyun-Ju just watched you, waiting for your response. She knew not to be afraid of your response, she'd always seen you advocating for trans rights, and by the way she'd always catch you staring, she presumed that it wouldn't matter if she murdered someone in front of you.
"I'm sorry that your family weren't accepting of you... If it's any consolation, I think you're hotter than every other female professor here" you laughed before you looked up at the older woman, realising what you'd just said.
"You think I'm hot?" Professor Cho smirked, standing up off her desk before slowly making her way around the back of the chair you were sitting in.
"I... uhh.. I didn't mean... I don't think that was the right word, you're not- I mean you are, but i-" your words got caught in your throat as you felt hands gently rest on your shoulders.
"(name)..."
"Ma'am?" Professor Cho bent down just far enough for her mouth to be behind your ear.
"I'm too old for you, sweetheart" she whispered, her lips softly grazing the skin of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Before you could speak back, the chair got spun around and the back was pushed right up against the desk.
"I probably have socks older than you"
"Well then, respectfully ma'am, I think you should get new socks" the two laughed at your joke until she bent over again, hands gripping onto the arm rests of the chair, now being eye level with you. You stared into eachothers eyes for a few moments before the professor began to speak in a low, sultry voice.
"Do you know just how much I think about you? The way you watch me while I'm trying to teach my class, the way you always call me "Ma'am", nobody else calls me that, they just call me professor, but you... Do you have any idea what you do to me?" You just watched, not daring to look away from her eyes. If you did, you might have noticed that her cleavage was almost on full display. You might have noticed that slight bulge from a few minutes ago was now pressing even tighter against the pencil skirt. Your lips parted, almost as if you were ready to say something but no words ever came.
"Sometimes, whenever you wear these outfits that reveal more of you that nobody else deserves to see," She nodded her head down, gesturing to your low cut top and skirt that sat on top of thin tights.
"I feel like I have to physically resist the urge to bend you over my desk and take you in front of everyone" she whispered. Your lips pressed into a tight line for a second as you built up the confidence to lean forward slightly.
"So what's stopping you from doing it now then?"
"For all you know, that camera in the corner is what's stopping me" your eyes darted up to the back left corner of the room. No red light, covered in dust.
"We both know that camera hasn't worked since before I got here"
"Clever little girl"
"So..." You spoke, squinting your eyes slightly at the woman in front of you.
"What's stopping you?"
"I need to know you want it"
"And if I don't?"
"Well, my dear, I might just have to take what I want" you leaned in closer, lips just inches apart
"So take it" you whispered, and within the blink of an eye, Professor Cho had her hand around the base of your head, pulling you into an earth shattering kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck as you both stood up straight. Your lips moved in sync while her tongue teased your mouth, her large hand moving down to your hips. She could taste the cherry lip balm that you always wore, along with the minty gum that you had during the lecture. You could taste a faint hint of coffee which was being strongly over powered by the taste of a caramel butterscotch candy she hadn't long finished eating. You felt the edge of the desk press against the back of your upper thighs, which urged you to just hop on top, sitting right on the edge of your professors desk. Hyun-Ju pressed her leg in between your thighs, causing you to let out a small moan into your kiss. The older woman smiled into the kiss, feeling the heat from between your legs on her own. Her pencil skirt had now bunched up right under her ass, almost revealing the throbbing bulge that she wasn't even sure had fully grown. Her hands snaked their way upwards, untucking your black top from the skirt. You broke the kiss for her to lift the shirt over your head and as soon as it was off, your fingers begin working at the buttons on Professor Cho's shirt. Once they were both off and flung to the floor, you resumed kissing. She began to lean forward, which, in turn, caused you to lean backwards until your back was fully against the only empty space on the desk. She stood up as her hands made their way to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up high enough to reveal your black underwear with pink trim and a pink bow, resting under your thin tights. And instead of pulling the tights down, she just placed her hand ever so delicately over your clothed pussy, making you let out an accidental sigh as you finger curled over the edge of the desk, nails digging into the hard wood. She then brought her other hand in-between your thighs, getting a grip on the thin mesh material before tearing a huge hole in them. You let out a gasp and leaned up slightly, looking up at the older woman.
"Shh" Professor Cho hushed, pulling her skirt up so it rested just above her hips in a big bunch before pulling her own tights down. Her underwear was similar in colour to her long forgotten shirt, but her bra was black, like her skirt. But just before she pulled her dick out, she crouched down so that she was eye level with the growing wet patch in your underwear. Her right hand hooked under your leg, putting it over her shoulder and holding you in place as she used her fingers on her left hand to pull the underwear to the side.
"Shibal" Professor Cho whispered
"So wet for me already, sweetheart" she praised, leaning closer. She'd imagined this moment hundreds of times, but it was even better than she could have ever imagined it. She stuck her tongue out before placing it fully flat against the throbbing pussy in front of her. You leaned back against the desk, letting out a slight whimper. Professor Cho's eyes rolled back into her head, a deep moan escaped her throat as she dragged her tongue up between the folds, licking every inch of the wetness that was dripping out of you.
"You taste so sweet" she told you before diving back in. She flicked her tongue against your clit as lightly as she could whilst still maintaining enough pressure for you to feel it.
"Oh my god" you panted, bringing both of your hands to your professor's head, trying to pull her closer. You needed to feel her tongue all over you. All inside of you. You just needed her.
"Uh uh," She used her right hand to grab both of your wrists, holding them to your lower stomach.
"Let me take care of you, baby," she spoke softly, her breath gently stroking the wetness what was now mixed with her saliva.
"You just lay here and look pretty, can you do that for me?"
"Yes, ma'am" you whispered, scared to let out any other noises. She manoeuvred her left hand so that her middle and ring fingers were pressing slowly into you whilst her pointer finger still held your underwear to the side.
"Good girl" she praised, leaning in again, this time putting more pressure against your clit with her tongue, interchanging between licking and sucking whilst her fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, being sure to curl them in the process. The way they caressed that perfect spot inside of you made your back slightly arch off the desk. You bit down on your lips, holding in any sounds that tried to escape, only releasing a few muffled hums. Your head dropped to the side, letting you glance towards the door. It wasn't locked. You gasped and sat up, causing Professor Cho to pull away, slowing her fingers to a stop, still inside of you.
"What's the matter, darling?" She asked, looking up at you, lips swollen and chin soaked.
"What if someone comes in?"
"No one's gonna come in" she assured, leaning back towards you.
"You don't know that" Professor Cho just sighed, pulling away again. She pulled her fingers out of you and moved your underwear back over your soaked cunt, your legs twitching in the process. She moved your leg off her shoulder, stood up, stared down at you with stearn eyes and put her hands on her hips. The way she towered over you made your heart pound. Your hands shook against the wood of her desk as the silence pierced your ears. You wanted to punch yourself, did you just ruin your only chance with her? How stupid could you be? So what if the door isn't locked, she was literally on her knees for you. Just as you opened your mouth to apologise, she smirked.
"Go and lock it then." She spoke, not as an instruction. Almost as if she was daring you. Your brows furrowed as you blinked at her a few times. You weren't confused about what she said, it was how she said it.
"Okay..." You mumbled, sliding off the desk. As your thighs touched, you became hyper aware of how big the hole she made was. You gasped slightly at the air hitting your skin. After taking a step, Professor Cho held her arm out, wrapping her hand around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. You stared up at her with wide eyes, wondering if you did something wrong. She just leaned down closer to you, peering down at your parted lips before looking back into your eyes.
"Crawl" she whispered. Your eyebrow twitched as you breathed in a gasp.
"What?"
"You heard me...crawl" her eyes gestured to the floor.
You didn't know what to say.
You had nothing to say.
Was she joking? Did you hear her correctly? Did she misspeak? Was it a test? If it was, you wanted to pass.
You needed to pass. You pressed your lips into a tight line before looking down to the floor, letting out a small breath. Professor Cho dragged her fingers from your waist, across you stomach delicately enough to send a shiver through your body, before crossing her arms. You slowly lowered yourself to the floor, watching your hands as they spread out in front of you. Once you on your hands and knees, you looked up at her. She was smiling down at you, pleased with herself, and pleased with you for listening to her.
"Like this?"
"Just like that... Now go and lock the door" she commanded. Your body felt frozen to the spot, but your mind was screaming at you. Move. You need to move. She told you to move. Listen to her. Do as you're told.
Ever so slowly, you forced your body to go. Right hand first, followed by your left knee, then your left hand, followed by your right knee. You could feel the carpet digging into your skin, the dirt without the fibres sticking to the indents on your palms. How long had it been since the floor had actually been cleaned, properly cleaned? What had people been dragging in on the soles of their shoes? What were you even doing? How did you look? Was she enjoying this? What was she doing while she was watching you? You wanted to look back, but decided against it. You'd already made it to the door anyway. You straightened your body, on your knees, resting your ass on your heels, bringing your hands to your lap, rubbing them along your thighs, trying to ease the feeling of the carpet imprinted on them. You reached up, wrapping your fingers around the cold metal of the lock before turning it, waiting for the click. Once you heard it, you dropped your arm but before you could turn your head, the sound of Professor Cho's heels echoed around the room. Soon after, you felt her standing behind you, watching you like a hawk.
"Stand up" she spoke. As her voice fell on you, you felt the hairs on your arms stand up. You rose to your feet, your body brushing against hers as you did. You hadn't realised just how close she was until you felt the heat of her on your back. She placed her hand on your shoulder, caressing it up and down. You felt her breath get closer to where your neck meets your shoulder blade before she planted a soft kiss against your skin. Your head instinctively fell to the left slightly, giving her more access. Her lips curled into a smile as she chuckled against you, the feeling shot through your body like lightning, your knees felt weak, and she could tell. She took a step forward, as far as she could, sandwiching you tightly between her and the door. Her hand making their way down to your hips, pulling them back into her as her thigh sat tightly in between yours.
"You're so good at following orders, huh?" Professor Cho praised breathlessly into your ear.
"Feel that?" She asked, pushing your hips impossibly closer into her, grinding her hips to relieve some of the pressure she felt. Her hard dick pressed firmly against your ass felt incredible, your eyes rolled back and head fell back against her shoulder. She wasn't even inside of you yet but you were ready to cum for her.
"That's all yours," she whispered against your cheek. Her teeth gritted together as she realised that the friction wasn't enough, she needed more.
"And you're gonna take it all, aren't you baby?" She said as more of a statement rather than a question. You just hummed in agreement, rolling your hips slightly against her thigh, trying to chase the feeling she was giving you at her desk.
"I know you will, because you're my good little girl, huh?" She cooed, planting a kiss on your flushed face. Your hands fell from being pressed tightly against the wood of the door, to Professor Cho's wrists. You held them tightly, nails digging in slightly as you finally built up the power to speak.
"Please" was all that rolled out of your mouth. The whimper sounded so pathetic, but it was all you could muster. But within the split of a second, she spun your body around, slamming your back against the door, your breath punched it's way out of you in the process.
"Is that all you've got for me? "Please"? I know you've got more, I can never shut you up during my lectures," she let out a low chuckle to herself
"Come on, tell me what you need from me" she demanded quietly, tilting her head slightly as she leaned into you, close enough for your lips to brush against each other. You could feel her warm breath against your lips. It was teasing you. Tempting you. Begging you to just move closer. Close the gap. But her eyes were telling you no. Not yet. Not until you speak. Not until you tell me what you want. What you need. Your eyes darted from her left to her right before indefinitely landing on her lips. You let out an inaudible exhale that you got a weird feeling of jealousy for. That breath was able to mix with hers. She probably even felt it make its way into her mouth. It's not fair. It should be you.
"I just need you ma'am, please" you muttered, your lips caressing hers as they moved. Professor Cho smirked, finally hearing what she wanted to hear. She crouched down slightly, bringing her hands down to the back of your thighs, picking you up in one swift movement. You wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck as her hands found their way to your ass. Your lips finally found their way to hers, the connection felt earth shattering. You moaned into the kiss, giving her the perfect opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself lingering in her saliva. Your tongue joined hers in a dance for dominance, a battle you didn't plan on winning.
She took a few steps away from the door, making her way back over to her desk. She placed you on it once more, the wood no longer warm from where you were originally laying. You layed back, bringing her with you, your fingers toyed with the claw clip that held her hair up, pulling it out and discarding it on the desk before bringing your hand back to tangle in her hair. You unhooked your legs from around her as your other hand held onto her bicep. She kept her hands behind your keeps, holding them close to her before standing up straight. You went to follow her up but before you could, she pulled your legs, sliding you down the desk, closer to her. She let go of your left leg, bringing her right hand down towards her dick. Her fingers stretched out the waistband on her tights and underwear, before they reached in and pulled out her dick. You leaned up slightly, resting on your elbows as you stared. Your mouth hung ajar, you were completely speechless. Where are you even super to start? Her tip, slick with precum, was very similar in colour to the lips you'd always catch yourself staring at. You were trying to find words to say, but you couldn't. You didn't need to. She knew what you were thinking.
"We'll make it fit, don't worry baby" she said, easing your worry before dropping your other leg. She hooked her fingers around the now soaked fabric of your underwear, pulling it to the side. She used her right hand to guide her dick down to your wet cunt, sliding the tip through your folds, collecting your slick in the process. She gently tapped it against your swollen clit a few times, involuntarily causing your hips to buck up every time she did it.
She pressed herself ever so lightly into you, her tip barely halfway in before looking into your eyes. Her eyebrows raised, but she didn't say anything. Her eyes said it all. She was checking that you were comfortable. That you really wanted this as much as she did, so you replied. Not with your voice, but with the small curl of your lips and a slight nod of your head. She sucked in her bottom lip and bit down, letting her eyes drift back to where your bodies collided. Painfully slowly, she pushed the tip into your aching cunt, letting herself get far enough in to the point she no longer needed her hand to guide her. Your head fell back, your eyes following suit as your mouth hung open. Professor Cho let out a breathy laugh at your reaction as her hand moved back to your legs, lifting them back to her hips. You brought your head back up, eyes drawing themselves straight to her dick like a magnet. Realising she wasn't even fully in, your lips pressed into a tight line before your eyes shot up to look into hers.
"Lay down," she spoke quietly. Her voice, like the song of a siren, hypnotized you. All you could do was listen and obey. The cold of the desk stabbing into your clammy back, jolted your body slightly. You pushed through it, letting your body to fall flat against the desk. Your arms reached down, your fingers digging into the curve of the edge of the desk, you just needed something to anchor yourself. To tell you this was really happening. After countless daydreams, after countless nights of imagining this exact scenario, it was finally happening.
"Relax..." Her voice stretching out the last syllable, soothing the ache of being split open as she pushed herself further in. You bit your lips, trying to hold in your moans, but the sound of a long hum that vibrated through your mouth and throat proved your attempt useless.
"There you go" she said, quiet enough for it to barely be heard. She tightened her hands around your legs before slowly pulling you closer to her, subsequently burying her dickΒ even further into you, eventually bottoming out. Your ass hung over the edge of the desk as your back arched against it. A muffled whimpered tried escaping your mouth, but you held it in, just about.
Professor Cho smiled down at you, watching your eyes scrunch closed. Your chest froze and toes curled as you forced your body to get used to the feeling. You let out a slow exhale before opening your eyes and looking up at her, she was still looking down at you, waiting for you to give her a sign. Anything to tell her you're okay. Your right hand let go of the desk before you brought it up to where her hands rested under your knees, and your fingers curled around two of her fingers. And that was all she needed.
Her hips pulled back slowly, dragging herself almost fully out of you, making sure you felt every part of her as she did.
And then her face changed.
Something mischievous curled into her smile as her eyes grew darker.
Without warning, she snapped her hips forward, so forcefully that you slide back up the desk. Your tits almost bounced out of your bra as a gasp clawed it's way up your throat and your eyes widened.
Professor Cho hummed, harsh and deep, pulling her hips back again, faster this time, before once again slamming into you. As she did, her tits jumped, causing your eyes to shift down to them.
She pulled out again, and as she pushed back in, she slid you back down the desk once more. As your bodies collided, she grunted harshly, and her tits jumped, involuntarily causing your pussy to clench around her dick.
"You wanna see them?" She asked, almost breathless, and without needing to think, you nodded rapidly.
"What do you say?"
"Please ma'am" your voice came out quietly, but she heard you
"Good girl" she slowly slid your legs out of her hands, bringing them behind her before beginning to fiddle with her bra clasp.
Once she pulled it off, she discarded it on the floor before placing her hands on your hips. Your mouth hung open as you continued to stare.
She was perfect.
Every part of her.
And it drove you crazy.
As she held your hips still, she began to move her own. She started slow, making sure you felt every inch of her as she stretched you open. Your head fell back against the desk as you closed your eyes. You were in a state of euphoria. And she could tell.
Professor Cho bit her bottom lip as her eyes moved from your face, down to where her dick was sliding in and out of you. You fit around her perfectly.
As if you were made for her.
Her fingers tightened on your hips, her black painted nails were digging into your skin, creating crescent indents that were sure to become red marks, maybe even bruises.
Her thrusts began to speed up as she got more into it.
"Fuck" you gasped, your hands finding their way to her wrists, holding onto her to anchor yourself. As you opened your eyes and lifted your head, you found that she was already looking down at you. Her hair slightly curled at the ends, her bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead and a few stray pieces stuck to her face, framing her in a way you'd never seen before.
It felt personal. True and honest. It felt real.
"Keep looking at me like that, god you're so beautiful" she panted, keeping her pace at a steady rhythm.
Fast, but not too fast, but hard and deep, assertive, dominant, possessive. Every built up feeling, every thought, every interaction. Everything was being poured into yours and her movements.
In.
Out.
Each thrust in, followed by every pull out, caused your arousal to grow. And Professor Cho could feel as you clenched around her, your slick coating her dick. The mess between your bodies, stringing from you to her, connecting you both. Your breathless moans filled the room, along with the slapping of your skin against each other and the wet sound of your cunt taking her in. Your body sat itself up as much as it could, allowing you to wrap your arms around her neck before laying back down, bringing her with you. She used her left arm to brace against the desk whilst she kept her right hand on your hip. Your hand made it's way under her arm, wrapping itself around her biceps that rested close to your shoulder, the other tangled itself into her slightly messy hair. Her budded nipples rubbed against your tits, right above your bra. The new angle gave you a feeling of euphoria. Your lips touching, not in a kiss, just from closeness. You were sharing your breath.
Her breath out was your breath in. Her breath in was your breath out.
In.
Out.
You stared up into her eyes as hers stared down into yours.
She pounded her hips down into you with so much force, her desk began to creak under the pressure. You were sure that if someone walked passed, they would hear it, but you didn't care, neither of you did. In the moment, it was just the two of you.
As you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, you wrapped your legs around her hips, hooking her feet together behind her, pulling her in as much as you could.
Your moans started to become erratic and loud as you felt her thrusts become sloppier as she tried to keep them steady.
"I'm...-" your hoarse voice got caught in your throat. You tried to speak. You tried to tell her. But you couldn't. She'd knocked it out of you. She'd winded you without even trying.
"You gonna cum for me, huh?" She asked as her lips curled into a smirk against your lips.
"Mhm" you hummed, closing your eyes as your eyebrows furrowed.
"Uh uh, open your eyes, look at me, I wanna see those pretty eyes as you cum all over my dick" she grunted. You complied with her demand, looking back up at her with tired eyes.
"There you go, shibal, (name), look how perfect you are, I can't get enough of you" she spoke so fast you could barely understand what she said. She was panting against your mouth, but your moans were drowning out the sound of her.
You felt your body begin to stiffen.
Your heels digged into her lower back, pulling her impossibly close.
Your fingers tightened in her hair and on her bicep.
You stared at her with pleading eyes. Begging her. Please.
"Cum for me, sweetheart" she whispered to you. And with that, you let go. Your toes curled, mouth hung ajar, thighs tried to clamp together as your pussy clenched and pulsed. The sensation of your climax vibrated through her as much as it did you. Causing her climax to punch through her like a car crash. You held each other close, letting the feeling wash over you both. As she could feel your cunt throbbing around her, you felt her cum spill all inside of you.
And as you stared into her eyes, you felt a sense of comfort. Your bodies began to relax as you came down from your highs, and as if on instinct, you pulled her into a kiss. It was intense, filled with passion, and maybe something else.
She pulled away, lifting her body off yours as she slipped her dick out of you, moving your underwear back into place, a gasp making its way up your throat at the feeling.
Professor Cho slid her arms under your shoulders, pulling you up into a seated position after your legs fell from around her to dangling off the desk as she stood up in between them. She brought her hand up to your cheek, holding your face in her palm as she spoke quietly.
"You did so well, I'm proud of you" you smiled at her before moving your face, just enough for you to be able to kiss her sweaty hand before nuzzling into it.
You both stayed there for a few moments, happy in each other's company as you caught your breaths.
But the sound of your phone buzzing from next to your long discarded bag cut through the silence. You let out a sigh before pulling your head back, looking back up at the woman in front of you.
"Jun-Hee?" She asked.
"Probably... I'd usually be home by now"
"Well, I'm sorry for keeping you behind Miss (last name), but your talking was disrupting my lecture, I had to punish you for it" your eyebrows raised at her joke.
"If that was a punishment, what do I get for being good?"
"Why don't you be good for me and find out?" You smiled up at her before squinting your eyes in question
"You do realise it's not actually me to does most of the talking, right?"
"I am very aware"
"Wow, okay" you exaggerated, rolling your eyes as if you were actually annoyed.
"Hey, asking you to stay behind worked out well for both of us, didn't it?"
"I guess" you tried to hold back your smile, but you couldn't. Being this close to her, in such an intimate way, just forced a permanent smile on your face.
She wanted to say something. But she didn't know how to put it into words. So instead, she leaned down to kiss you again, which you gladly accepted, however, it didn't last long. The buzzing of your phone cut through the air once more, causing you both to pull away from the kiss.
"I really need to go" you sighed, bracing yourself to stand up off the desk. Professor Cho placed her hands delicately on your waist, helping you onto your feet. As you felt your legs jerk slightly, you held onto her forearms for support.
But then you felt something else.
Your fingers tightened on her skin as your body froze.
You felt as her cum spilled out of you, into your underwear.
"Are you okay?" She asked, concern laces in her voice as she watched your face grimace slightly. You nodded your head, looking down as you felt the last of it come out. She stared at you for a second before realising what must have happened.
"Oh... Sorry" she laughed, pulling your skirt back into place, and then sorted herself out.
Once you finally peeled your body away from her, you crouched down to your long forgotten clothes. You picked them up, handing Professor Cho her shirt and bra, slipping yours on after.
You made your way over to your bag and phone, seeing multiple messages and calls from Jun-Hee, and just as you were about to message her, she called again.
"(Name)?! Are you okay? You're usually home way before now but you didn't message me!" She stressed down the phone to you. Professor Cho made her way over to you after everything was back on and her hair was clipped up again.
"Yeh, I'm okay, I uhh.. I'm not actually at home yet, i-"
"What? Why not?" She almost screamed. You felt a pair of hands pulling up your tights by the legs, and then pulling down the back of your skirt as best she could, to hide the giant hole in them.
"I'm... I'm shopping... I need new tights, but that's not important, how's your mum?" You asked, spinning around to face your professor. She pulled you into a hug, resting her chin on your head. Your free arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer as your ear rested against her chest.
"Luckily it wasn't anything too serious, she was just dehydrated and collapsed, they've put her on an IV but she should be home by tomorrow morning"
"Okay, good"
"Do you need me to pick you up?"
"No it's okay, you just spend time with your mum, and besides, I have a bit more shopping I need to do"
"Oh okay, we'll make sure you message when you eventually get home"
"I always do!"
"Good, see you later"
"See you" you pulled the phone from your ear, pressing the end call button.
"Do you need a ride home?" Professor Cho asked.
"I don't want to be a bother, I can just get a taxi"
"I don't mind, I want to make sure you get home safe"
"You have a stack of essays on your desk that needs grading by tomorrow, and I do have to pick up a few things, I can just let you know when I get home"
"Is this your way of asking for my number?"
"Maybe" you smirked up to her.
Once you had her number in your phone and she had yours, you slung your bag over you shoulder and made your way to the door. You undid the lock with a click before opening the door.
"Ma'am?" you spoke, turning back to her.
"Yes, darling?" She replied, watching you from the seat behind her desk, trying to build up the energy to do something so boring after what you both just shared. You looked her up and down, staying silent for a moment.
"Get new socks" you advised with a knowing smile. She just let out a breathy laugh as she nodded her head with her tongue in her cheek. You turned back and walked through the door, closing it behind you.
And the whole way home, including the detour to go shopping, you had the biggest smile on your face.
The next day, when Professor Cho arrived in her lecture room, she found something resting in the middle of her desk.
A new pack of socks, with a post it not on the label. "I got some for you :)<3"
By the time your lecture came around and you were handed your essay, you'd come to realise that Professor Cho was extremely generous to not only you, but the whole class
"Professor Cho, is this some kind of mistake? I thought I did terribly" a voice called from the back of the room.
"Nope, no mistake"
"You seem to be in a really good mood today!" Another voice said cheerful.
A/n: I know you filthy little creatures in my phone love him too so here you go. This is gonna be accurate to my interpretation of the character, he's toxic, full stop, so again, if you don't agree, I really don't care. I'm planning on writing one for Sangwoo and/or the salesman, but if you have any requests for anyone else, let me know :)
A = Aftercare (what theyβre like after sex)
He doesn't care for it at all. He doesn't want it, he doesn't want to give it, he'll only do it if you ask to shut you up. The most he'll do is throw a damp towel at you and maybe get you a glass of water if he's having a good day.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerβs)
He loves his hair, eyes and hands. He originally started growing his hair out because he couldn't be bothered maintaining it, but the more it grew, he noticed you'd stare at him more, and he loved the attention. He knows his eyes can get him whatever he wants when it comes to you, all he has to do is open them a bit wider and stare up at you and you'll crumble. And whatever his eyes can't do, his hands are there instead. Whether it's holding your chin in place to look at him, digging his nails into your wrists or hips, or his slender fingers worming their way inside of your cunt, he loves seeing what he can do with them to get his way.
He loves your face, tits and ass. He'll say he only likes your face because he "wouldn't be fucking you if you were ugly", but that doesn't change the fact that you catch him staring a bit too long when he doesn't think you're paying attention. He's a horny man and you have tits and an ass, he thinks it's a match made in heaven (not that he'd know anything about heaven).
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves seeing his cum on/in you. Facials are his favourite, and he'll aim for your eyes for the fun of it. If he gets any in, he'll just laugh at you and bring you to the bathroom to rinse them out yourself. When his cum is spilling out of you, he'll either fuck it back into you, or scoop it up with his fingers and force them into your mouth.
When he's in a good mood, he loves the taste of your cum. And you'll always know when he's in a good mood because he'll get you a glass of cranberry juice or some pineapple chunks ;)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's a cuck. He's asked you and Thanos to fuck. Multiple times. But he gets REALLY jealous if he thinks you're enjoying it too much because he only does it "to show you how good you have it" with him, so if he thinks someone is giving it to you better, he'll end it straight away and then fuck you himself.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyβre doing?)
He's a nightclub promoter, he's definitely experienced. He knows what he's doing but he doesn't always do it, because it doesn't benefit him so he doesn't care. Sometimes he shows you exactly what he knows, and *fuck* he's good, you just wish he'd do it more.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy/Leapfrog, it's the best position to pull your hair, he can grip your hips, spank you and he gets to see your ass ripple as he pounds into you. It'll usually start as doggy, but he'll push down on your upper back so that your torso pushes down into whatever surface you're on and then he'll drag his hands slowly across the arch of your back, causing you to shiver into him.
Spooning, if he's tired after a long shift at the club, or if he's just feeling lazy, this is the easiest. It doesn't require much, and if you're in bed watching tv, you're probably already in the right position anyway.
Lotus, he gets to hold you close and see your face and tits, and barely has to do any of the work. You'll wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, his chin rests on your chest, in between your tits, and he'll stare up at you with those eyes. If he thinks you're going too slow, he'll slap your ass and then grip onto your hips, moving you to the pace he wants.
Butter churner. At first, you were unsure, you weren't a fan of the idea of him seeing your body at that angle, but you tried it and you could feel how much harder he was going, and you realised that he didn't care how you looked. You look up to him, he looks down at you. And if he angles you just right, after pulling out, his cum will spill down your stomach and even get on your face. "Look at you, letting me use you in whatever position I want and you'll just take it, like the little slut you are"
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Depends on what drugs are in your and/or his system. If it's weed then you're both constantly laughing. With alcohol, you start off serious but end up giggling later on. Things like ecstasy or ketamine makes him serious and more aggressive.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's definitely not groomed, he might trim occasionally, if you ask him to but "shaving is for girls"
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
This man wouldn't know romance even if he injected it into his veins, I'm sorry. Sex is just sex to him, even if it means something more to you. He tried to be romantic once but he didn't enjoy it and he couldn't get hard.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He loves jacking off but he prefers the real thing. Jacks off to pictures of you he has hidden in a folder in a fake calculator app.
While he's working, you might send him a suggestive picture, and he'll have to excuse himself to the bathroom. His dick will barely be lifted above the waistband of his pants before he starts stroking it to the picture you sent. He'll pull his shirt up and hold it under his chin if it gets in the way and he'll just be fucking his hand in a slightly filthy bathroom stall.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Degradation/humiliation, he loves calling you his little slut and talking to you in a voice he'd use for a baby "my cum all over the little sluts face, and she's not doing anything about it, fuck you're pathetic"
Impact play. Spanking. Slapping. Choking. He's a sadist through and through. And he LOVES seeing marks he's made on you. Your neck is always littered in love bites. Your ass may as well have an indent that fits his hand at this point.
Katoptronophilia. Fucking you in front of a mirror so he can see your face during doggy. And so he can pull your hair and make you watch him fuck you, or yourself getting fucked senseless.
Knife play/blood kink, so period sex is a given. He does ask for consent, if you say no then he'll ask if he can at least just hold it. If you say yes, it'll tie into the mark making thing. That's the only time he will actually do aftercare 100% of the time, because even though he doesn't admit it, he loves you and cares about you. Also, incorrect use of a knife handle... Yeh
Dare I say a piss kink?
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere. Literally anywhere. As long as he's getting sex, he doesn't care. He likes doing it all over the house, but he says it gets boring sometimes. You've done it in cars, in Thanos' pool, in elevators, in alleyways and let's just say there's a very loose wall in between one of the stalls in the men's bathroom at club pentagon.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. You could literally just look at him and he'll be ready to go. He's definitely down bad for you. He won't admit that he's in love with you, but he can't deny that he has the biggest hard on for you.
N = No (something they wouldnβt do, turn offs)
Ageplay, he thinks it's weird. You called him daddy once and he just stopped, pulled out and went to work without another word. You later got a message saying "don't ever call me that shit again".
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers receiving, he doesn't get anything in return if he's eating you out so why would he waste his time? He will gather your hair into a ponytail, hold tight and start guiding you, but will end up fucking your throat. Your dentist knows his name by now.
However, on the off chance he gives you head, he'll be down there for hours, not because he wants to make you cum, but because he genuinely enjoys his time down there, when he actually does it. If he says he's not doing it and you tell him that he enjoys it, he'll tell you to shut the fuck up because he doesn't enjoy it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and rough, no doubt about it. He might try his best to be slow if you're sore from the night before or if you're feeling delicate on your period, but sometimes he just can't help but go fast. The sounds of your wet core as his dick slides in and out drives him crazy.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Can't get enough of them. They're how he's able to get through the day, but if you don't have a quickie, the harder he'll fuck you later.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He won't really experiment unless he knows he'll enjoy it. Even if you beg, he'll tell you to piss off.
He'll take risks in the form of maybe getting caught, because he doesn't give a fuck. There was one time you were at a party and Minsu walked in on you, but Namgyu didn't falter, he kept his pace and told him to "get the fuck out". Poor Minsu couldn't look either of you in the eye for the next month.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It varies. He could go for a really long time some days, but other days he could literally pump 3 times and be done. But he could go for a few rounds, around 4.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No. He thinks he's good enough without them, and he has his hand so why would he need anything for himself. And if you have any, he'll get annoyed if you use it while he's there. You try and explain that it's not something to compete with but he doesn't listen.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't tease much, but only because it'll only prolong it for him, he'd rather just get straight into it. If you've pissed him off or you argued, he'd probably edge you a bit but not too much because again, teasing you is basically teasing himself.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not loud, he mainly just pants and grunts in between degrading you. His main focus is getting you to make noises, and the louder you are, the more it eggs him on.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He has definitely eaten you out on your period before. A few times actually. You think it's gross but he doesn't care, and it feels sooo good, so you just leave him to it.
You've had threesomes before. Yes, including with Thanos, obviously. Namgyu once asked Se-mi if she wanted a threesome and she punched him in the face and you laughed at him and then proceeded to make out with her to annoy him.
He's cheated on you before but if you bring it up he'll get defensive and just deny it. So you've cheated on him for revenge.
X = X-ray (letβs see whatβs going on under those clothes)
6.6" soft, 6.9" hard. And he'll tell everyone. Because he thinks it's hilarious.
He has a vein on the top that goes all the way from the base to the tip.
It bends slightly to the left.
Thick.
Tip is the same colour as his lips.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He's a horny motherfucker. The two main things on his mind at all times are drugs and sex.
You have sex like twice a day, at the very least.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He'll fall asleep while he's still inside you, he really doesn't care. If it's during the day, he'll wake up an hour or two later, and you're just stuck underneath him, scrolling on your phone. "Oh shit, sorry, how long was i out?" He'll ask, pushing himself off of you. One of the only times he doesn't fall asleep straight away is when it's right before he has to go to work.
She is the BEST with aftercare, she keeps snacks and wet wipes in one of the drawers next to your bed and will make sure you always have your favourite drink afterwards. And if she went harder than usual, she'll constantly check up on you, making sure she didn't hurt you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerβs)
She loves her hair, lips and tits. Her hair was the first thing that helped with seeing herself as the woman she is. She believes her lips are very feminine and when she wears lipstick, she can't stop staring at them in every reflective surface she passes. Her tits were designed for her, she loves wearing things that show them off, she loves holding them whenever her hands aren't busy.
She loves your eyes, hands and thighs. Your eyes that watch her with worship and that gleem up into her own. The soft touch of your hands that fit perfectly in her own larger ones, and the fingers that trace random shapes on the palm of her hand when you're bored. Your plush thighs, especially in tight pants or a short skirt, she adores the way they spread when you sit down and the way they feel as the clamp around her head.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Her favourite snack is your cum, and it drives her crazy when you suck her fingers clean after being deep inside you. The thought of fucking her cum back inside of you makes her instantly hard. Post-op, the sound and feeling of both of your slicks as your pussies slide against each other sends her in a frenzy.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
She did one of those penis casting things and turned it into a strapon before getting her surgery. She didn't tell you she did it until after she healed and was able to have sex again, she pulled it out from a box in the back of the wardrobe and as soon as you saw it, you knew.
The silicone is layered in the colours of the lesbian flag.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyβre doing?)
Not as experienced as she seems. Before coming out and starting her transition, she had a girlfriend or two but rarely felt comfortable enough. After starting her transition, she never felt good enough, and no one ever got close enough to her for her to feel comfortable enough to have sex with them, but then she met you, and now it's regular as clockwork.
And just because she's not very experienced, she knows exactly what she's doing, and she's never afraid to ask what you want her to do, or how to do something.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Mating press, she loves "looking at your gorgeous face" as she slams into you (pre-op AND post-op with her strapon), she also finds herself kissing your calves occasionally.
Cowgirl, you being on top is her favourite but it never usually lasts long before she holds you still and fucks her hips up into you or flips you over onto your back.
Flat doggy, she'll use one hand to hold your wrists into your lower back and her other hand planted firmly onto whatever surface you're laying on to keep herself up whilst you lay underneath her, unable to do anything but take her.
Scissoring, even after fully healing, she's extremely sensitive and the feeling of her clit rubbing against yours makes her feel possessed. She gets so into it that whatever you're on will start creaking. The bed. The couch. The table. The car.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
She's definitely on the more serious side. To her, sex is sacred, and it's not something she'd do with just anyone. It's not just about pleasure for her, it's a declaration of love that she struggles to say with just words. That being said, if you're trying something new, or having the occasional drunk sex, you both end up giggling at one thing or another, and it feels more like a fun activity rather than the usual love making.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Pre-op, little to no hair. Post-op, either Brazilian triangle or just a full bush, which she trims.
The carpet most definitely matches the drapes.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
She is everything you could hope for during the moment. She can be extremely romantic, but if she's stressed or in a mood, the romance flies out the window, but she never makes you feel any less loved.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
She rarely jacks off, she doesn't feel the need to, she has you. But if you're not with her for a long period of time, or if she's just really horny when you're out, she'll jack off to pictures and videos of you. And if she's feeling mischievous, you get a video in your messages, phone propped up in front of her, full body in frame, the dirtiest grunts and moans coming from her mouth.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Exhibitionism, she likes the risk of getting caught, though she'd never be stupid enough to actually get caught. She also likes the idea of other people potentially being able to hear the noises she's able to pull out of you, so they know that you're hers.
Mommy. Kink. The first time you called her Mommy, it just slipped out, you weren't even thinking, and didn't realise what you'd said until she told you to say it again through gritted teeth as her thrusts got faster and harder. Whenever you want to get your way, just call her Mommy and whatever you want will be done 5 minutes before you even ask. Or if you feel like teasing her, when you're in a place she can't do anything about it, you'll lean into her and whisper a delicate "I love you, Mommy" or "Mommy, you're so beautiful", and the next thing you know, you're struggling to walk properly for a week. Also... breastfeeding you... I will not expand any further, do with that information what you will (I may or may not be in the process of writing something for this)
Roleplay, her favourites are anything where she has some level of authority over you. Boss, teacher, officer, sergeant, etc.
Somnophilia, it's always fully consensual, she'd never do anything you weren't comfortable with. She thinks you look like a sleeping goddess, always so peaceful and perfect. You love the thought of her needing you so badly that she just takes it. Some days, she wakes you up by painfully slowly eating you out because the half asleep whines you make, drive her wild.
Orgasm control, she's always so sweet whilst she's torturing you. She'll whisper praises and encouragement, meanwhile you're squirming beneath her, begging her to let you cum. "Look at you, you're doing so well for your Mommy, think you can go any longer? I think you can, you're always so good for me"
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
This woman will make you take her anywhere she sees fit (as long as you're comfortable with it of course), but her favourite places are in bed, against the kitchen counter, in the back garden and in the car.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Being called Mommy, of course.
Catching you staring at her with wide pupils.
When you're doing anything with your hands.
The spread of your thighs when you sit down.
Whenever you get really passionate about a subject you love and you go on long rants, she always struggles to decide if she should let you finish speaking or grab your face and pull you into a make out session.
There was one time where she had gotten home from work early to find you, headphones on full volume, dancing around the kitchen with cleaning supplies thrown to the side. It took you until the end of the song before you realised she was even there (that was when you both found out you like it against the kitchen counter), and ever since then, she always tries to catch you dancing like nobody is watching. Just the way you moved with confidence, like you could feel the music flowing through your blood and pouring out of everything nerve ending, it did something to her that she couldn't explain, but she loved it.
N = No (something they wouldnβt do, turn offs)
She's open to trying anything once, if you want to try it, but she would never hurt you in any way. Leaving the occasional love bite, or a light slap across the face is fine, but she wouldn't be able to bring herself to do impact play.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She prefers giving, and she does it well. She could be down there for 2 minutes and have drawn out 5 orgasms. At first she was hesitant, she wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself and every few minutes she would pull away and ask "is this okay?" "Is there anything else you want me to do?" Poor woman just wanted to make you feel good. But now, she knows how to listen to your body, and she's not coming up from there until she's satisfied, even if you have nothing more to give, she'll keep going because she loves it.
When receiving, she always loves eye contact. Her hands will always be on the back of your head, guiding you. God forbid you attempt to tease her because she'll just hold your head in place and fuck your throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
She usually starts off slow, making sure you feel everything she gives you, she'll whisper praises, telling you how pretty you are, how well you're taking her.
If you ask her to go faster and/or harder, she'll give you everything she's got. Just be careful what you wish for because she'll have your legs shaking like you're caught in the middle of a blizzard.
On the off chance she's in a bad mood, she doesn't start off slow. Instead of her soft compliments, she'll throw in some degradation, grunting through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth. "My little slut, taking all of me like the good girl she is"
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She doesn't mind them, but she prefers taking her time. Quickies are for when either of you are desperate, just to tie you over until you have the time to do it properly.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
For you, she's willing to try most things, if you really wanted to. When she suggests things that she wants to try, if you say yes then she will ask you a dozen times if you're okay with it and if you're sure. But if you say no then she won't pry, and she won't bring it up again unless you do first.
She loves taking risks, she sees it as part of the fun, and if something doesn't work out the way you'd hoped, it's not the end of the world.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
She was literally in the military, her stamina is out of this world. She could have you panting like a dog whilst every inch of your body aching before she's even broken a sweat. On average, she can go for 5, but there was one time you hit 9, you were ovulating, and you were both struggling to sleep.
She'll last for as long as she needs to, most of the time. She will always aim to make you cum before she does, but even if she ends up cumming before you, she won't stop until she's gotten at LEAST 2 out of you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yes! Pre-op, she bought a wand to use on you. Post-op, she has her strapon, a wand and a duel head vibrator. She mainly uses them on you but sometimes you use the wand or vibrator on her. When she first healed, you spent hours down there, trying different things out to see what she liked and what she didn't, getting her used to the feeling.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She loves to tease you, because when you get needy and start BEGGING, she becomes feral. "Awh baby, I don't know what you want unless you tell me"
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She can get loud sometimes, but you'll mainly just catch her letting out grunts. You once got her to whimper and you almost came on the spot and ever since then, you always try to get her to whimper again.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She absolutely loves period sex in the shower, and knowing that it helps relieve cramps gives her all the more reason to love it.
She always tries to get you to squirt, she's been able to do it a few times and it always surprises you, but she gets excited and super proud of herself. "There we go, oh fuck, sweetheart that was so hot!"
Service dom to the fullest extent, she will forever prioritise your pleasure over her own.
She talks you through it. Full stop. No explanation needed.
X = X-ray (letβs see whatβs going on under those clothes)
She's a BIG girl. And she's a grower. 6.5" soft, 8.7" hard.
Post-op, she's literally perfect. She designed it how she wanted it, and she loves it, and so do you.
As for her tits...
Speaks for itself.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high, but she knows there's a time and place, but all it takes is for you to look at her a certain way, or say something in a certain tone, and she's in the mood.
You both have sex almost every night.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
She never falls asleep before you, she has to make sure you're comfortable and happy first, but once she hears your light snores and feels your body relax, she falls asleep soon after.
"Hyun-Ju!" You spoke urgently. The taller woman turned her head towards you.
"Be careful. Stay safe for me, I'll find you" Hyun-Ju nodded in response, pulling her lips into a genuine smile. And with that, you watched as the group of people with blue bibs disappeared through a key shaped entrance way.
You breathed heavily, knowing what was to come, what you could expect. You knew Hyun-Ju could hold her own. She was a sergeant in the special forces. But all it takes is for her guard to be let down for a split second. A dead end. A turn. An open doorway.
As you stood, watching the key shaped hole, waiting to enter the arena, two people approached you.
124.
333.
" Hey, 117... (name), right?" You moved your head to the right slightly, side eyeing the man you'd seen Jun-Hee talk to a few times. The one she switched bibs with.
"What's it to you?" You asked, looking back ahead of you.
"We saw what you did...in the dormitory-"
"I mean, everyone saw it, that guy was at least twice your size and you floored him like it was nothing, it was... Wow" 124 gushed, waving his knife around.
You pressed your lips tighter together, trying to forget the vile things the man had said about your new found family.
"What's this in aid of?" You asked, voice low as you watched the clock.
00:30.
"We were wondering if you wanted to team up in there, safety in numbers, right?" 333 suggested. You finally turned your head to look at the two men. Your eyes darted between the two before landing on 124's face. You squinted for a moment, noticing his blown pupils. You took a quick glance back at the clock.
00:25.
You took a step closer, bringing your eyes down to the big clunky cross that sat on his chest. The tip of your knife slid under it, lifting it so you could get a closer look. His free hand began to reach for it as he said
"Oh, that's just my-" but he was interrupted by you twisting your knife around so that the chain wrapped around the blade as you pulled him closer by it. You stared right into his eyes, switching from his left to his right and back to his left.
You didn't say anything.
You didn't need to.
124 knew.
It was a warning.
Do what you want, but,
Don't Fuck This Up.
You brought your hand back down, the knife pulling out of the chain with a scratching sound. You took a step back, not breaking eye contact until you finally turned back towards the key shaped hole.
00:10.
"So..."
00:09.
Your fingers tightened around the handle of your knife.
00:08.
"Are we a team?"
00:07.
You thought about what it would mean.
00:06.
You saw what 124 did during lights out, teaming with him would keep Hyun-Ju safe from him.
00:05.
Jun-Hee told you stories about her shitty ex/baby daddy, it wasn't hard for you to piece together that 333 was who she was talking about.
00:04.
And then you thought about Hyun-Ju.
00:03.
Oh Hyun-Ju.
00:02.
She was protecting a pregnant woman and an older woman all on her own in there.
00:01.
You promised yourself, and Hyun-Ju, that you would do whatever it takes to make sure they get out of this place alive. Even if that entails teaming up with a psychotic drug addict and a washed up, deadbeat crypto guy.
00:00.
You nodded.
You began walking towards the entrance, feeling the two men follow close behind you.
"Let's get it!" 124 shouted, hitting his fists against his cheeks.
"Hey (name), you want one?" 124 asked, holding his hand out to you, fingers encased around something. You turned back from your position next to 333 already making your way down a hallway.
"Want one of what?"
"What are you doing?" 333 asked. 124 turned his hand towards his mouth, placing something inside, against his tongue. His hand moved, giving the two other red bibs a quick glance at the small pale pill resting in his mouth. He hummed, closing his mouth, presumably swallowing the pill.
"Itβs just a little something to boost my confidence and strength... Thanos, that fucking asshole. After all those free drinks I got him at the club, that bastard treated me like a fucking idiot." He stabbed his knife against the large metal cross that sat in his hand, making a clanking noise.
"He kept calling me Namsu for fuckβs sake. 'Hey, Namsu' 'Itβs Namgyu' 'Namsu' 'I said itβs Namgyu.' 'Namgyu.' 'Namgyu.' 'Namgyu.' 'Namgyu.' I told that motherfucker so many times, his ears must have bled." He rambled, filling in both sides of his own conversation.
"Fucking asshole" he scoffed under his breath, looking down at the cross
"The Amazing Myunggi..." He started, pulling out a pill, holding it up towards them
"You want one?"
"No."
"Iβm being generous because you bumped off Thanos for me"
"I said no."
"(name)?" He asked, his eyes darting from right to left subtly, but noticeable.
You didn't answer him. Not verbally.
But your eyes. They stared. Boring into him.
He shrugged it off, turning his hand back to himself, placing it on his tongue, in the exact same place as the last one, covering up any memory of it.
"Donβt beg me for one later." He instructed, finally dropping the cross against his chest
"Follow me," he spoke, imitating the infamous Thanos
"Letβs go kill half of humanity!" He ended with a screech, reaching his arms up above his head, eyes widening. Every action he did caused the screech to look, sound and feel even more loud and obnoxious than it already was. He then disappeared down another hallway, separate from the one his teammates had already started making their way towards.
You just turned your head to the right, looking at 333. Myunggi.
You raised your eyebrows at him, as if you were blaming him for the actions of 124. Namgyu.
Myunggi closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head before making his way towards the place Namgyu was last seen, making his way down the same hallway, followed not too far behind by a frustrated (name).
"How'd you know my name?" You asked, now looking anywhere but ahead, keeping an eye out for any signs of blue bibs.
"What?" Myunggi asked, walking a pace behind you, to your right.
"Before, you knew my name..." You said, pushing open a slightly ajar door, peeking in but seeing nothing but a limp body surrounded by a pool of blood.
"How?" You asked, pulling your head out of the room and looking at him.
"Jun-Hee, she told me" you just stared at him for a few seconds before turning your head further, seeing Namgyu jog over, catching up to them. You looked him up and down before turning back around, continuing to walk forward.
"I'm Myunggi"
"I know?"
"I just thought I'd introduce myself, considering we're a team now" you stopped in your tracks, right at an intersection in the hallways, and looked at him once again.
"And obviously you now know this is Namgyu"
"Yes, Namgyu, not Namsu" before you could reply, a deep gasp was heard to your left, followed by heavy footsteps. And without even thinking, you took off. You weren't even going for a kill, you wanted to see who it was.
It could have been Daeho.
You needed to see him, to tell him it's okay, it wasn't his fault.
"Wait!" You heard from behind you, but you didn't slow down.
The game wasn't to wait.
"Damn, she's fast" you heard Namgyu say.
You eventually made it to a hallway, with a dead end. A door on either side of you. You had to choose wisely. If you chose the wrong room, the person could slip out of the other room behind you. Both doors were closed. He was in one of them, that you were certain about.
You held your breath and closed your eyes.
You needed something.
Anything.
And then you heard it.
It was subtle.
So subtle that you wouldn't have heard it over your breathing.
But you heard it.
A short, sharp inhale.
Your eyes shot open, and your head snapped to the left.
You turned and stepped up to the door.
You shifted the knife in your right hand as you put it onto the handle and twisted.
The door popped open slightly, causing the corner of your lip to curl. You pushed the door open, expecting to see someone curled in the corner, hand over their mouth to muffle any noise they made.
Instead, as soon as the door was open wide enough, you were met with someone lunging towards you. On instinct, you swung the knife, catching their chest, leaving a long gash going across. Your foot flew up, kicking their stomach with enough force to send them flying onto their ass.
"Shibal!" He shouted, bringing his hand up to his chest, touching the blood before looking up at the woman standing over him.
"Please..." He pleaded quietly, dragging himself backwards until his back hit the bright yellow wall.
"Please don't do this..." You finally had the chance to get a proper look at whose fate was in your hands. Any empathy you had left had drained from your eyes the second you saw his number. You stalked towards him, head dropping slightly as some strands of hair fell in front of your face. Once you got close enough, yoh crouched down to his level, ending up face to face with him.
"Don't kill me, is it money you want? I'll give you my share, I promise" he begged. You tilted your head to the right as a smile creeped onto your face. You leaned closer, almost close enough to feel his breath on your face.
"Is this the one more game you'd imagined?"Β You whispered. His eyes widened before they drifted down to the shine of the metal that rested in your hand.
"Please, I'm begging you, it's not the money you need, is it? You already won once, right? So what is it you want?"
"...I want you to answer my question"
"I-..."
"My face is gonna be the last thing you see in your sad, pathetic life" you whispered, not even giving him a chance to say anything else.
You pressed the knife in as hard as you could, slashing it across his neck.
Blood began to splatter all over your face, causing you to close your eyes.
His hands clasped around his throat as he began to claw for air.
The only sound in the room being a strangled gargle coming from him, and the sound of blood squirting and splashing.
You opened your eyes again and watched as his life drained through the slash on his neck.
His movements slowed.
The sound muted.
His eyes dulled.
His hands fell.
From behind you, the sound of fast footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
Your head lifted as you let out a breath.
You slowly began to rise, with a slight click of you knees. Once you were fully standing, you turned your head over your right shoulder, locking eyes directly with Myunggi. He took a few steps in, mouth hanging open slightly. You eventually fully turned around.
"You should have waited"
"Why?"
"We're supposed to be a team, we're supposed to help each other win, how do we know you're not just gonna leave us now?" He argued. You stepped closer to him, placing the tip of your bloodied knife to his chest, leaning in closer.
"Because I'm not you" you said, quietly, before brushing past his right shoulder.
"Player 100, eliminated. Player 117, pass" the voice from the speakers announced, just as Namgyu finally reached the room. You stepped past him, looking directly into his eyes, giving him a wink before walking further away. His eyes followed you to the end of the hallway before he turned to look in through the doorway. His eyes widened and his mouth swung open.
"Shibal! (name) did this?! I think I'm in love " he joked and Myunggi slipped past him, causing him to follow.
After helping your team kill two more people, you decided to go around on your own to find Hyun-Ju. Well you tried to. But they wouldn't leave your side.
"Think about it, they said we have to kill at least one blue, right? But they didn't say you couldn't kill more than one blue, they only said that killing another red doesn't count. So if we kill more blues, there won't be enough for other reds to kill, meaning they will be eliminated, which will give us more money" Namgyu explained, following behind you and Myunggi who were unknowingly trying to find the same people. You slammed a door closed and shook your head.
"We're not doing that" you said. Commanded.
"He has a point" Myunggi said
"No"
"(name), listen, we don't know these people, and clearly they won't be missed either way, so why shouldn't we earn a little more money?" You turned to the two men who were trailing behind you. Namgyu was bouncing on the balls of his feet, happy that someone was agreeing with him.
"So you're okay with killing people who have done nothing to you?"
"Well what about you, that guy you killed, 100, he's not done anything to you but you still killed him" your eyes softened and jaw unclenched. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him. He was the one who convinced them to keep playing. You slightly shook you head and looked away, taking in a deep breath.
"Fine... But not until I find who I'm looking for, got it?" You said firmly, pointing your knife towards the two men.
On your way around the arena, you saw many dead bodies.
But one stood out to you more than the others.
226.
Laying dead at the end of a hallway, near a staircase.
He was a red.
He was armed.
Another red wouldn't have killed him.
And as far as you knew, there was only one blue who had the strength and ability to disarm and kill someone whilst themself being unarmed.
Someone who was a sergeant in the special forces.
The person you were looking for.
Hyun-Ju.
"Who are you even looking for, anyway? Is it the guy who you've played with before?" Namgyu asked, walking with you, behind Myunggi.
"No, he's a red, he should be fine"
"So who are you looking for then?"
"Why do you care?"
"I'm just curious" he shrugged before crouching down to a dead body that was slumped against a wall, lifting their head and messing with it. You raised your eyebrows as you looked down on him before shaking your head, and then turning to look at Myunggi.
But what you saw made your heart sink.
He was creeping closer, knife tight in his grip, he was ready to strike.
And there she stood.
Back turned.
Head through an open doorway.
Guard down.
The "120" patch on her blue bib, calling out as if it was a big red target in the middle of her forehead.
Before you knew it, your feet were carrying you, and without thinking, you body slammed Myunggi to the ground, yourself falling on top of him.
Faster than you could realise, you moved yourself so that you straddled his legs.
Your right knee pressing heavy on his left hand.
Your left hand holding up his right by the wrist as he clutched onto his knife.
And with your right hand, you held your knife, pressed firmly under his chin.
You stared deeply into his eyes, a mix of thought and emotions crossed your mind as you heard your heart pounding through your chest, and your breathing being uncontrollably heavy.
The commotion signalling Hyun-Ju to spin around, bringing her guard back up, holding up the knife she acquired during the game. Her wide eyes fell to the floor, landing on the red bib, more importantly, the '117' patch on it. She stepped back into the room slightly, shielding Geumja and Jun-Hee from the scene in front of her.
"Woah, what's going on here, are there more blues?" Namgyu spoke in a giddy voice as he slowly crept towards them. You shot up, fast enough to blur your vision and dizzy your mind, but you blinked through it, holding the knife up to Namgyu, stepping slowly backwards, closer to Hyun-Ju.
"You're done here" you informed in a deep voice, moving your knife slightly so that it was held in between both of the men.
Your gaze drifted from Namgyu to Myunggi, who was now standing.
You kept your shoulders squared, your stance wide, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed.
And then out of nowhere, from behind the two people blocking the doorway, a noise.
One that shouldn't exist in a place like this.
A foreign noise that caught the reds off guard.
A cry.
High pitched.
Whiny.
A baby's cry.
Your eyes widened as you stared directly into Myunggi's eyes.
He knew.
You knew.
He knew that you knew.
You tilted your head slightly.
He let out a shaky breath as his posture softened.
Not in a relaxed way.
In a way that showed he'd lost this time.
He nodded his head slightly, just once, before turning to Namgyu.
"Let's go" he said, pushing him back down the hallway they'd come from.
"Was that a fucking baby crying?" Namgyu questioned as he got dragged away, turning around a corner and disappearing from their sight. You let out a breath you didn't even realise you were holding as your body relaxed slightly.
Just as you were about to turn around, you hesitated.
You became hyper aware of the dried blood splatters that coated your face like some twisted version of freckles.
You probably looked a mess.
Hair frizzy, chapped lips, sweat, and you were probably still slightly pale from the thought of Hyun-Ju being killed right in front of you.
You let out a shaky breath.
Yoh finally built up the courage to turn.
And once you did, you felt a wave of relief wash over you.
She was here.
Alive.
Safe.
You couldn't take your eyes off of her.
Her eyes.
The way her bangs lay just above them.
Her nose.
Her parted lips.
Her hair was slightly messed, but still framed her face perfectly.
Her.
She was truly the most perfect woman you'd ever layed eyes on. And it pains you that she couldn't see it in herself.
Just as your lips parted to speak, the same baby crying came from behind Hyun-Ju. Your head snapped towards the sound, eyes landing on the newborn, cradled careful in Jun-Hee's green jacket. Jun-Hee and Geumja stared up at you as Hyun-Ju stepped out of the way. You stepped fully into the room before Hyun-Ju closed the door, standing with her back against it so that if anybody else was to come, they wouldn't be able to get in.
"(name)! You're okay! Hyun-Ju said she heard your number passed but it took you a while to get here, I was getting nervous" Geumja spoke. You just walked over and kneeled in front of Jun-Hee, staring down at her baby.
"Would you like to hold her?" Jun-Hee asked. You felt your eyes start to well up with tears, but never falling. You placed your knife down on to the floor to your right before lifting your hand close to the baby, but stopped abruptly at the sight of your hand. Covered in dried blood. Your breath hitched before you pulled your hand away.
"I..." Geumja reached over, placing her hand lightly on top of your left hand.
"It's okay" she spoke softly.
You looked at her. Into her eyes.
"I don't think I deserve to... I've done terrible things... She's so innocent" you whispered, looking down at your bloodied hands.
"You just did what you needed to survive," Geumja said, pausing for a moment. Just before she was about to speak again, a voice called from outside the room.
"Eomma?" Everyone turned towards the door, the older woman instantly standing up at the familiar voice.
"Yong-Sik" she whispered, rushing over to the door. Hyun-Ju hesitantly stepped out of the way before slowly opening the door.
"Yong-Sik!"
"Eomma!" The two embraced eachother in a hug as they started crying.
"Eomma, I couldn't find anyone, if I don't kill someone, I'm gonna die" he ranted, lifting his head to look around the room, seeing the others. You noticed his grip tighten on his knife, which instinctively made you reach for your own knife before standing up. Yong-Sik pulled away from the hug, looking past his mother.
"No Yong-Sik, stab me, it's okay, let them live, kill me" Geumja tried to reason, holding his face in her hands
"No Eomma, I can't"
"Geumja, it's okay, he can-"
"Hyun-Ju..." Softly escaped your lips
"No Hyun-Ju, it's okay, Yong-Sik, listen to me, you have to kill me, okay?" She cried, trying to stop him from hurting anyone else. He looked down at her as they held eachother. He was reluctant.
But he was ready.
You slowly and carefully grabbed Hyun-Ju's hand before leading her away.
The movement caught Yong-Sik's eye, causing him to push his mother to the side and rush over to Hyun-Ju.
But you were faster.
You budged Hyun-Ju back against the wall whilst standing in front of her, holding your knife out to him.
"I don't want to hurt you too" Yong-Sik said. You shook your head.
"Please don't make me do this" you whispered to him.
"(name)..." Hyun-Ju spoke quietly from behind her, placing her hands on your hips, gently trying to move you out of the way, but you refused to move.
"No"
You were stubborn. But Hyun-Ju was stronger. She lifted you and switched your positions so that you were now against the wall and facing Hyun-Ju, who had her back to Yong-Sik.
"It's okay" she whispered, placing a hand gently on your cheek. Your lip trembled as you let out a shaky breath. Hyun-Ju smiled down at you, a single tear rolling down her cheek. You tightened your hands around Hyun-Ju's biceps, taking in every inch of her, one last time.
And then, there it was.
The sound of flesh being torn.
But Hyun-Ju was fine.
She looked down at you, confused.
She didn't feel any pain.
She turned whilst stepping to the side, still holding onto you but both getting a clear view of Yong-Sik as his knife slipped from his grip, clattering on the floor.
He stumbled as he turned around.
Geumja's hair pin sticking out of his back. Yours, Hyun-Ju's and Jun-Hee's eyes widened as you heard the timer beep.
00:00
They watched him fall to the floor, just like his knife had moments prior.
A clear view of Geumja, hair down, looking at her son with tears in her eyes.
Within seconds, she joined him on the floor, pulling him into a tight hug as he sat there, weak and tired.
Geumja's cries filled the room, louder than the baby's.
More powerful than the baby's.
They came straight from the heart as it shattered to pieces.
She knew exactly what was coming.
Of course she regretted it as soon as it happened.
She would have regretted not doing it.
She didn't know what else to do.
She was backed into a corner.
And in the moment, she thought it was the best thing to do.
But she did it.
And it felt wrong.
It broke her.
And she knew what was coming.
The sound of heavy foot steps stopped at the door. You all looked up to see multiple guards. The once vibrant pink of their uniform now felt muted, dull, sickening. The sight of them only made Geumja scream even louder.
"Please, he's my son! Don't shoot him! No! Please! No!" Her gutteral cries etching into your brain. The hairs on your body standing to attention.
Your heart felt as though it stopped beating. You couldn't help but feel like it was your fault.
Maybe if you'd stopped Namgyu and Myunggi from going off to kill more blues. Maybe if you'd just listened to Hyun-Ju and let him stab her. She said she was okay with it. The guards matched into the room, snatching Geumja away from her son as she continued to scream. Hyun-Ju turned back, wrapping herself around you, attempting to shield you from the sights and sounds around you.
But it was too late.
The cries had already wormed their way into your ears.
The sight of a mother holding her son for the last time had tattooed itself onto the back of your eyelids.
And now the thought of her seeing her own son die right in front of her knocked you sick.
The sound of the gunshots loud enough to pierce though Hyun-Ju's shield, but still not loud enough to cover up Geumja's weeps.
As the 4 players stepped back into the dormitory, all eyes were on them. Emotionless Geumja held the crying baby, blood covered (name) held onto Jun-Hee to help her walk,Β and Hyun-Ju limped behind you all, head hung low.
Once you'd all made it to the back right corner, you all sat down on a bed. Geumja helped Jun-Hee, telling her to breastfeed, showing her how to do it. You and Hyun-Ju sat on the other side of the bed, your bodies blocking any sight of Jun-Hee to the other players. You leaned your elbows on your knees as you stared down at your shaking hands. The blood started to crack and crumble. You needed to wash them. Under your nails would probably be stained red for a while.
You sighed and brought your lips into a tight line.
Your eyes lifted slightly, just before making eye contact with Gihun.
He was sat, cuffed to his bunk. He had a mark under his chin. Was it from a fight?
Although your eye contact looked emotionless, it spoke a thousand words to you.
You had both joined these games again, in order to save people and stop the games once and for all. At least that's what you'd led him to believe.
But you'd failed.
The rebellion seemed like the best option.
But in the end, it made things worse.
It had failed.
But it wasn't Daeho's fault.
He was just scared. Which was understandable.
It wasn't Gihun's fault. None of it was. He was trying to help. He didn't want anyone else to go through what you'd gone through.
It wasn't any player's fault it failed.
"Do you wanna know the real reason I came back here with you?" You whispered. You sat on the bed that Gihun was chained to, talking to him in the middle of the night whilst most people were sleeping. You just stared at the floor in front of you as your hands wrapped around the edge of the bed, squeezing tightly. You didn't expect any answer from him, but you knew he was listening.
"I..." You took a deep breath in, building up the courage to tell him.
"I didn't want to be alive anymore... But I couldn't do it myself... I'd tried but each time I just..." You blinked away tears, your eyes shifting awkwardly to different spots on the floor.
"When you asked me to come back with you, I thought it was the perfect opportunity... Because if we were able to pull this off, I'd feel the satisfaction of knowing how many people I'd helped, but if not... I'd have gotten what I came back for" your voice cracking as you spoke. Gihun looked up at you for the first time since you sat there. Pain and sympathy in his eyes as he watched you lift your head up, looking up the the ceiling to keep your tears from falling.
"And I know it sounds stupid but..." Your eyes landed on Hyun-Ju, who had been watching you all night, and you smiled at each other.
"I feel like I've found a reason to live now," you forced your eyes away and looked down at Gihun.
"And now I'm so fucking scared... We can't let this have been for nothing" you said to him quietly. He just stared up at you. You stayed looking at each other for a few moments before you looked away.
"(name)" he whispered. You hummed, looking back at him.
"I killed daeho" he whispered, almost as if he didn't even believe himself. Your eyebrows twitched as your bottom lip began to tremble. You lifted your eyes and fluttered your lashes, attempting to get rid of your tears. And after a few seconds, you just nodded. You didn't know what else to do, or say.
"Please... Try and get some sleep, hmm?" You suggested, turning to him, trying your best to pull your lips into a smile. Gihun nodded before watching you stand up and walk away, letting his head hang low once more.
You didn't even need to say anything. The minute you got close enough, Hyun-Ju scooted over, lifted your blanket and held an arm out. You crawled into the empty space on the bed next to Hyun-Ju, curling up next to her. Hyun-Ju wrapped her arms around you, pulling you as close as she could, but even that didn't feel close enough.
You didn't even remember falling asleep, you couldn't tell how long you'd been sleeping, but how ever long it was, it's more sleep than you'd gotten the entire time you were back here. It can't have been too long, the lights were still off. But Hyun-Ju was lightly snoring. You turned your head around and saw Gihun slumped down against the bed, clearly having fallen asleep unexpectedly. You began turning your head back to Hyun-Ju but from behind her, you saw something.
Your heart dropped.
You broke free of Hyun-Ju's grip, made your way around the bed and stepped closer.
Hoping.
Praying.
Maybe if you got closer, you'd realise it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.
Maybe you were just hallucinating from lack of sleep.
But the closer you got, the more real it was.
You stumbled backwards a few paces before turning on the balls of your feet and running over to the huge metal door. You didn't know what else to do. You began slamming her fists against it, shouting for help in the process.
"She needs help! Please! You've gotta help her!" Yiu knew this didn't work. It didn't work for Saebyeok. They didn't help her. So why would they help now? But what else were you supposed to do?
The bright white lights flickered on overhead as the large metal doors began to open. Confused noises coming from multiple player who got woken up by the commotion.
A few guards stepped into the large room, 4 of which carried the painfully familiar black box with it's pink bow.
You pointed to the back of the room before speeding over there, as if they needed to be shown exactly what was happening.
Once people had seen exactly what the fuss was about, there was a few gasps and a low murmur of conversations began to fill the dormitory.
"Geum-Ja..." You whispered, hands clasped over your chest, as if you were attempting to hold all of the broken pieces together in a desperate scramble to feel fixed. You just stood there and watched as guards began to untie the bed sheets from the bed frames, gently lowering Geumja.
"Oh my god" you heard from behind you and after a few seconds, you felt delicate hands on your shoulders.
"117, please step away" a guard spoke, looking down on you as you watched your lifeless body be placed into the box.
"Come on, darling" Hyun-Ju whispered, gently pulling you away. You turned around, wrapping your arms around the taller women which instantly got reciprocated. She guided you back to the bed without letting go, keeping you close to her the whole time.
Enjoy the show?~Hyun-Ju x reader x Nam-gyu (kinda?) {smut}
A/n: Another fic that's been festering in my notes and before anyone says anything, I know they remove the empty beds and mattresses but for the sake of this, they don't. Also, I'm not entirely sure when this would take place in the timeline of the show, but season 3 was just a nightmare and didn't actually happen so it was like, after the keys and knives game or smth but Nam-gyu isn't going through withdrawals so idk
Content warning: smut, potentially dub-con?(Reader thinks of excuses not to but does want to), hints of a plot, public? sex (they fuck in the main hall whilst almost everyone is asleep), PiV, fingering, reader has female anatomy, no use of readers pronouns, no use of (name), kinda hinted that reader has bigger tits but not explicitly said, pervy Nam-gyu (he watches Hyun-Ju fuck reader and jerks off to it), Nam-gyu WANTS reader BAD, reader low-key wants Nam-gyu, pet names from both Hyun-Ju and reader, slight degradation from Hyun-Ju, breeding kink (not described in depth, just spoken about), risk of getting caught, still no idea what I'm doing, this was purely self indulgent, let me know if I missed anything because it's barely proofread.
Word count: 3.5k+
Your eyes shot open as you felt a hand cover your mouth. You were about to scream or shout for help before realising that the figure looming over you was one of the only people you could actually trust in there.
"shh, it's only me" Hyun-Ju whispered.
"sorry for scaring you" she apologised with a chuckle as she waited for your breathing to slow down. Her hand slowly moved away before holding onto your hand
"come with me" and with zero hesitation, you followed, keeping your hand intertwined with the women leading you.
"where are you taking me?" You whispered as you got pulled towards the empty beds of the eliminated players. The remaining players all stay close together, clinging onto the only threads of comfort left, leaving hundreds of beds empty.
"Hyun-Ju?" You asked after not receiving an answer to your question. and before you got a response, you were lifted up and placed on an empty mattress. on the right side, another mattress had been propped up, blocking any view of any of the players.
or so you thought.
from the other side of the hall, laying by himself was a wide awake Namgyu, who just needed to be on his own, away from anyone, after the past few days of constant socialising and threat of death. He watched as Hyun-Ju set up the mattress and was curious as to what she was doing, and then once he saw her bring you over, he got an idea as to what was about to happen. He slowly, carefully lifted himself up and rested against the wall behind him so he was almost fully sitting up and could get a better view.
"lay down for me" Hyun-Ju whispered, to which you obeyed, lifting your legs and laying across the mattress. Hyun-Ju then climbed onto the bunk and straddled you, before placing her forearms either side of your head, leaning down and placing her lips on yours.
Namgyu tilted his head slightly, trying to get a better glance at you, but the angle he was at made it almost impossible. He would have gotten up to find a better place to see but he didn't want to risk making any noise and getting caught, so he just stayed put. An all too familiar feeling of blood rushing downwards and the twitch that he got every time he got hard caused his hand to make its way to the growing bulge in the green sweatpants.
You placed your hands on Hyun-Ju's chest, softly pushing her up, but not too far.
"Hyun-Ju, we can't...what if someone wakes up, or a guard comes in, or what if they see us on the cameras, or-" you got interrupted by another kiss from the woman above you.
"you think too much"
"I'm serious, what if we get caught?"
"well, we'll just have to be extra quiet then" Hyun-Ju whispered in a low voice against your ear before placing kisses one by one down your neck. You let out a hum, barely loud enough for the two of you to hear, your hands making their way to the hem of her shirt before finding their way under, exploring her skin.
"you want me to stop? tell me to stop" Hyun-Ju whispered against your neck, her breath sticking to the wet patches of her kisses. You wanted to so badly. You wanted to just tell her to stop with the fear of getting caught. But you couldn't. You wanted her. You needed her. and in the moment, you were willing to deal with the consequences of having her. In the absence of a 'stop', Hyun-Ju sat up slightly and scooted her way down the bed before lifting your shirt slightly, giving her access to the waistband of your sweatpants. Her fingers hooked under them, making sure to get your underwear as well, before she slowly began to pull them down. You lifted your hips, aiding Hyun-Ju in removing them, and placing them on the edge of the bed so they were hanging over, but still secure enough to not fall. She brought herself back down again, laying just to the side of you, almost straddling your right leg. With her right hand, she pulled your left leg up and out slightly, giving her better access before running her middle and ring fingers up your wet core, all without breaking eye contact with you.
"Shibal" she groaned, feeling how wet you already were as you let out a soft moan at the feeling of her fingers.
"if I knew I had this effect on you, I would have helped you out ages ago, pretty" she said, leaning closer to you, placing her lips against yours. Hyun-Ju slowly pushed her fingers into your aching core, whilst deepening the kiss, making sure to keep whatever noises you made, as silent as possible.
Namgyu's mouth hung open in disbelief. Was this really happening right in front of him? He definitely wasn't complaining, he'd had his eye on you from the moment he saw you. He just wished it was him with his fingers pumping inside of you. Instead, all he had was his own hand, his own saliva and a perfect view.
Hyun-Ju started slowly, making sure you felt every inch of her fingers, curling them and keeping the buds of her fingers pressed against that one spot inside of you that made your hips buck. She wanted to take her time with you. But she wasn't sure how much time they had. So she had to speed up. Your head, which was once lifted to watch the woman work her magic, had now collapsed against the thin pillow, as your eyes unconsciously crosses and rolled backwards. The soft sound of the squelches, mixed with the feeling of Hyun-Ju's thumb making small circles on your clit, made you almost start panting. You felt a moan creep up your throat but luckily, Hyun-Ju was two steps ahead of you and placed her left hand against your mouth, using her elbow as the only thing propping her up. Her eyes hadn't left your face the whole time. The way your brows would furrow, your eyes would cross, your jaw would tense up, it all drove her crazy knowing that she was responsible for that. One of your hands gripped onto the edge of the mattress while the other was wrapped around Hyun-Ju's bicep that was next to your head. Your grip on her arm started to tighten as you started to clench around her fingers, signalling that you were close. You lifted your head and made direct eye contact with her, eyes wide, begging her to help you finish.
"you gonna cum for me, my love?" You nodded rapidly, your eyes beginning to close from the pleasure.
"look at me, baby, keep your eyes on me and cum for me" she demanded, keeping her pace. She could probably keep going for hours, her stamina was insanely impressive due to being a Sargent in the special forces. And just because she was no longer serving, it didn't mean she didn't keep up with training. Your half lidded eyes stared into Hyun-Ju's as you finally felt your body let go. Your brows furrowed, your stomach flipped, your hips lifted and tensed, thighs clamped shut which held her hand in place, and you felt a soft pounding in your head as you coated Hyun-Ju's fingers. Your nails dug into the mattress and her bicep as you used every bone in your body to not make a sound. Once you felt your body start to relax, Hyun-Ju brought her hand away from your mouth. She leaned towards your face, planting a kiss on your lips and pulling back ever so slightly to say
"I'm not done with you yet, baby"
Namgyu sighed, stopping his hand from pumping his hard dick when he saw you both come to a halt. Thinking he'd taken too long, his eyes closed as he tried to picture what it would be like for him to fuck you, right in front of everyone and instantly got back to stroking himself. However, his eyes shot open when he heard a bed creak but no footsteps of you walking back to your own beds. Straight ahead of him was Hyun-Ju on her knees, resting her ass against her heels, blocking any view of you from him, all he could see was your legs hanging over, and slightly hooking around, Hyun-Ju's hips.
"are you sure you can be quiet for me?"
You just nodded, arms stretched out to hold onto Hyun-Ju's forearms.
"hmm, I don't know, you got pretty loud from just my fingers." she teased, tightening her grip on your hips slightly as she pulled you closer, leaving your ass resting on her lap and your wet pussy inches away from her dick.
"Hyun-Ju, please, I'll be good, I'll be quiet, please" You whimpered to the woman above you. Hyun-Ju smirked down to you before lining herself up. Once her head was pushed in enough, she removed her hand and leaned forward so that her chest was now hovering above yours, her hands either side of your head and her face so close that your noses were barely grazing against eachother. Your arms found their way around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a passionate and lustful kiss, just as she continued to push herself in. You moaned into the kiss as Hyun-Ju finally buried herself all the way in. She pulled away from the kiss, pulling her hips back with her. Her hips snapped forward, pushing all the way back in within a second. You let out a loud gasp, quickly smacking a hand over your mouth. Hyun-Ju sat back up on her knees, dick still buried deep inside you, hand rested on your thighs, just above your knees that were bent and resting on her hips.
"I'm sorry" You whispered from behind your hand.
"you said you'd be good" Hyun-Ju said, breathlessly.
"Hyun-Ju..." You whimpered in a broken voice. Hyun-Ju caressed her hands up to your shirt, pushing it up over your stomach and tits, leaving it to bunch up under your chin. She then hooked her thumbs under the band of your sports bra, stretching it up and over, leaving your tits to bounce down slightly. Her hands started to kneed at your tits, jiggling them slightly as her pointer finger lightly rubbed circles on your nipples, causing them to turn into budded peaks.
"Gorgeous, please-" you whispered, getting interrupted by a sharp slap across your right tit. Hyun-Ju's dick twitched at the sight of the recoil before holding onto it again.
"You told me you'd be quiet, but you weren't, why should I give you anything?" She asked, still playing with your tits while watching your face.
"I need..." You trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed for what you was about to say.
"You need what, sweetheart? Use your big girl words." Hyun-Ju leaned down, planting kisses all over your torso
"Please..."
"Tell me what you need, I'm not moving until you do, even if everyone wakes up, even if the guards come in, I'll just keep myself buried in this pretty little pussy until you tell me, and then I'll give you what you ask for" she whispered.
Namgyu watched to two bodies across the room, brows furrowed, hand slowing down it's pumping.
"The fuck are they doing?" He whispered to himself. He could feel how heavy his balls felt. It was almost painful, he needed you to carry on, he needed to cum. He wanted to shout over to you and tell you to keep fucking, but he resisted the urge. He imagined you were having a heart to heart or something.
"I need your cum in me" you whispered, eyes wide, staring up at Hyun-Ju. Your hands holding onto Hyun-Ju's wrists, moving along side them as they moved from your tits to your hips. She leaned forward again, causing her dick to push in further, her lips grazing your ear as she asked.
"You want me to breed you, darling?" Your cunt involuntarily clenched around Hyun-Ju's dick at the string of words.
"I'll take that as a yes" Hyun-Ju smirked before she started moving her hips. She wanted to take her time. She wanted to make sure you felt every inch of her dick as it slid inside, pressing firmly against the walls of your pussy. But she couldn't risk you both getting caught. In this situation especially, the idea of getting caught was more arousing than actual getting caught.
"Shibal" Namgyu panted. Precum leaked from his tip and began running down his shaft. From the angle you were laying, he could see Hyun-Ju's dick actually going in and out of your pussy, along with her balls slapping against your ass. It was perfect. He'd never seen anything like it. And it was real, it wasn't just terrible actors reading from a terrible script on a small phone screen.
"Hyun-Ju, the bed..." You croaked, completely out of breath.
"shhh, it's okay" Hyun-Ju grunted. Her hands gripped either side of the bed as her thrusts continued at a ruthless pace. The tall bunk of multiple beds began to squeak, not too loud but if they kept going at the rate they were going, it would only get worse. Neither of you could care less in the moment. You could feel her tip bullying the entrance to your cervix, it hurt, but in a euphoric way, your eyes were rolled into your head and you bit your lips, trying your best to stay quiet. Hyun-Ju had gone feral, the feeling on your pussy pulsing around her, your hips bucking upwards into her, the sound of your attempts to swallow any moan that tried to escape, the smell of your skin, the faces you would make, the way your hair was laying against the pillow, the way she could feel your tits jiggle, even while being pushed against her, the way your legs were wrapped around her, trying to pull her even closer. Everything. Everything about you set her off. And now you asked to be bred. Hyun-Ju was a woman possessed.
Namgyu watched closely, matching his strokes to the rhythm of Hyun-Ju's thrusts. He could see the frame of the beds moving, he even heard a creak every now and again from the bed. He was surprised he couldn't hear the bed slamming against the wall, it looked like it should have been. He was dreading that sound. That would mean you would have to slow down, or, god forbid, stop all together. He could feel himself getting closer, and at that point, he didn't care if he got caught, it didn't seem like you were stopping for anything at this point, he even let out a few pants and groans.
"Such a fucking slut for me, letting an older woman fuck you in a room full of people, and you fucking love it, don't you, sweetheart?" Hyun-Ju grunted, unintentionally louder than she'd planned.
"I'm so close, please" you begged, you voice raspy. You could feel your cunt squeezing at every thrust, trying to pull her in further. Hyun-Ju wanted to speak, she tried to, but she was so focused on what she was doing that she couldn't think straight. Almost like she'd forgotten how to do anything that wasn't included in pounding your pussy. Her jaw clenched, teeth gritted together as she let out an animalistic grunt, hips coming to a stop as she felt herself release everything into you.
"No, Hyun-Ju, don't stop, please" you moaned before Hyun-Ju wrapped an arm around you back. She laid herself down so that her back was against the bed and you were now straddling her.
"Take everything you need from me, baby" Hyun-Ju panted, keeping her hands resting on your hips. You tucked your shirt into the rolled up sports bra so it wouldn't fall down, giving Hyun-Ju a show.
Giving Namgyu a show. The view in front of him was sending him wild. He was almost at the point of panting like a dog on a hot day, tongue out and all. He watched as you began bouncing up and down on Hyun-Ju's dick, which in turn, caused your tits to also bounce with you. He bit his bottom lip, keeping in whatever sounds he could. The only thing that would be better than him watching it would be him being involved. Even if Hyun-Ju was still there. He'd fight her to the death for even just a chance with you at that point. Fuck, he needed you.
You rolled your head back, eyes crossing as you felt her tip still hitting your cervix, definitely bruising it. Hyun-Ju watched as you fucked her cum back into yourself, just using her dick as if it was a toy. A mix between her cum and your juices leaked out of your pussy, pooling at the base of her dick, only for you to slam down into it, and when your hips lifted, strings would stick to you, whilst still cascading down to Hyun-Ju. Just a huge mess of both of your arousal. Your head came back up so you could look down at the woman admiring you. But out of the corner of your eye, you could see something. It was moving. Fast. From the other side of the room. It only looked like small movement, but it was there. You moved your eyes up to see whatever it was, hoping it wasn't something that would cause you to have to finish before you'd had the chance to cum over Hyun-Ju's dick. Your eyes widened as they locked onto Namgyu's. He was watching. Watching you. And he was jerking off to it. You should stop. What a pervert, watching you have sex and thinking it was his own private show. But you couldn't stop. You didn't want to stop. You chose to fuck in a room full of people, someone was bound to see. At least it was someone who enjoyed what he saw, rather than snitching. As you watched him keep his eyes trained on you, his hand fucking his dick at the same pace of your bounces, you felt your pussy clench again. You enjoyed this. Maybe you were the pervert. You looked back down to Hyun-Ju who was still panting like a cat in heat and spoke.
"124 is watching" you told her.
"Oh yeh? And you're still fucking going? Fuck, you're such a fucking slut" Hyun-Ju started, sitting herself up, hands still holding your hips, but the grip growing tighter. She let out a little chuckle as she heard Namgyu let out a groan because she was now covering his view of your body.
"He's not allowed to see you like this, you're mine, this is my body to watch, not his, and if he wants to see you like I see you, he'll have to fucking kill me for it" she whispered. That was your tipping point. The sound of her voice when she was whispering, the aggression that dripped from every word. The possessiveness. The thought of Hyun-Ju beating his ass for you. The look in her eyes. The feeling of her hands. The quiet sound of the sloppy claps of their skin hitting each other. The squeak of the bed frame. And the fucking sound of Namgyu cumming. You hated to admit it, but if given the chance, you'd let him fuck the shit out of you. You leaned over, wrapping your arms around Hyun-Ju, resting your head on her shoulder as you unintentionally moaned out.
You all sat there for a minute or two, letting your highs settle for a bit. And once your heartbeats slowed back down and your breathing steadied, you and Hyun-Ju kissed. It was only a small kiss, but it was meaningful.
Eventually, you all were back to normal. Body parts no longer on display, clothes fully on, hiding the messes you'd made but weren't able to clean up yet. Hyun-Ju followed behind you down the stairs from the bunk you were on, making your way back to your own bunk. She turned her head to the left, locking eyes with Namgyu before she gave him a shit eating smirk. One that boasted to him. Telling him that he would never get the privilege of fucking you. Telling him that you was hers. That all he'd ever be able to do was watch from across the room.
"Enjoy the show?" Hyun-Ju asked, letting her voice be carried across the quiet hall.
I just want to hold her face and kiss her all over and tell her just how beautiful she is and how loved she is, I just love her so much, she deserves the world and season 3 didn't even happen actually
I'm still not over it, I love her with all my heart. Oh Hyun-Ju, my beautiful girl π₯
