You are a egoistic fucker... You don't support others fuck you
Monday of Appreciation: Part 16
Hello everyone, Smite here!
Happy New Year! I hope this year will be great for you. Stay awesome, keep fighting, spread love. This is the first MoA in 2022, but I still have some 2021 stories I want to share with you, so letâs get to it.
Update: I have 900 followers yay! Thanks to everyone who supported me. Iâm so blessed withy you. Letâs get that 1K! ALSO: Minju is coming very, very soon!
Now to the Appreciation :)
1. @ifeelsounsure0: Forgiveness Part 1: Clotho ft. Yves
Unsure, your fluff-angst-smut writing is great in a way that I can only describe as such: A rollercoaster with a massage chair, an insanely attractive woman on your lap and random electric shocks, while you go up and down, fast and slow. Itâs just an amazing experience, and I urge you to keep on writing your unique style. Love you!
2. @ggidolsmuts: Doing it for the 'gram ft. Nayeon
This was my warm-up for the finale of the OMG Series... and boy did it warm me up. A feral Ddeun is unstoppable in his greatness, using the picture of Nayeon to itâs full extend, while still being creative as fuck. Oh and: Nayeon back? Delicious!
3. @sooyadelicacies: Daddy Drummer Boy ft. Minju
Breed Minju. These words are enough to depict what this fic made me feel. Thanks, you Jisoo simp, for letting me fall in love with this idol again and again Rum pum pum, Minju cumdump.
4. @withcreamandsugar: Feral ft. Isa
Holy cow, this one was to hot to be allowed. I have to now arrest you for giving me a desperate craving for more Isa/Kitten smuts. All jokes aside, this came out of nowhere for me and I canât wait, what they are going to release next. Check them out and send them love!
5. @existslikepristin: The Lounge Christmas Special ft. EVERYONE
Hey you! Yes you! Did you ever want to read a fic, with every idol imaginable (even male ones) while also singing along rewritten Christmas songs and having the funniest boner in your life? Then read this absolutely jocular, splendid, extraordinary piece by the legendary ELP!
Thatâs it for today! Stay safe and remember: Love yourself and love others even more :)
đŹa/n: hihi!! remember how i promised i wouldn't be gone long lmAO i swear my writing process is literally just a burst of h*rny energy every few months i'm so sorry. anyways i hope you enjoy this one, i've been hyperbolic time chamber training my writing (cringe) and i hope it shows. without further adieu...
*flick... flick... kshh..."
Rotting wood and melted plastic. Something else... maybe a hint of old leather boot? You had a faint idea as to what cigarettes tasted like just from the smell, but tasting it for yourself left an unbelievably foul bitterness in the back of your throat. You watch as the burning edge smolders on, a single ticking fuse out of the 20 in the pack in your pocket. Halfway ash at this point, you go in for another puff.
Ah, you got it. The haze of a boys locker room.
You stumble to the trash can to put it out, eager to replace the taste in your mouth with, say, old malt liquor or urine. You toss the pack of cigarettes into the trash, crashing into it's walls with a loud bang. A muffled yelp comes from behind it. Curious, you walk around to see a woman sitting down with her arms wrapped around her knees. She looks up at you, dried mascara stained, streamed down the side of her face. Her lip quivers.
"Are... are you alright?" you bend down on one knee out of sympathy, eliciting another jolt from the girl. "It's alright, it's alright..." Bruises paint her arms, her legs, there isn't an inch of skin uncovered. You notice she's shivering. You take your jacket off. It's tattered, probably needs a wash or two, but it's better than the sheer one piece she had that probably wasn't middle of winter appropriate.
You carefully hand the jacket over, but she doesn't reach for it. She didn't jump this time, which was a win in your book. "Well,"Â you slowly take a seat, jacket in hand, next to the woman. "I'm not wearing the jacket. So I guess we'll both freeze." No response. "C'mon, before you freeze to dea-"
"Smoke. You smell like smoke."
She had a warm voice, warmer than any jacket could muster.
"S-sorry. I don't usually, I just wanted to try tonight."
She takes one look at the jacket, then at you. She pensively reaches for the jacket, and drapes it over her shoulders.
"I hate smoke," she mutters.
"Me too."
The two of you sit in silence for a while. You didn't know if it was helping her, but you stayed anyway just in case. Her stomach rumbles, and she looks up in an embarrassed panic.
"When was the last time you've eaten?"
"...one or two...
days."
Fuck.
You stand up and dust the grime off the butt of your jeans. "You like chicken?"
"H-huh?"
"Fried chicken. There's a place I've been dying to try down the street. I'm headed straight there, I'm starving."
"Your jacket-"
"It's coming too." You hold your hand out to help her up. She doesn't take it, but she begins to follow your lead.
You watch as the dainty girl in front of you scarfs down piece after piece of chicken, picking the bones and licking her fingers clean as she goes like a machine. You've had 2, she's had 15.
You exaggeratedly pat your stomach. "I-I'm stuffed, would you like the rest?"
She eyes the rest of the chicken, then you. She shyly bows her head in thanks, and slides the box in front of her.
You reach into your pocket for your wallet. She looks down in dismay. "I-I'll pay it back. In full- no, more."
"Mhm." You pull a $20 out of your wallet, leaving it about as empty as the box of chicken in front of you. "Worry about getting full first. Where're you going after this? Got a place to stay?"
"Um, I'll find someplace..."
"The street doesn't count. Listen...I've got a reaaaally comfy couch in my living room... tuscan leather! Well, just regular old leather. But it's yours if you want it."
"I couldn't."
"It's either that or I book you a hotel. Your choice." The woman eyes your already thin wallet.
"I... I promise I won't stay long."
During your short convo she had finished off the chicken and started cleaning up the crumbs at the bottom of the box. You take the box away from her. "C'mon, I've got leftover ramen in the fridge."
You open the door to your rather tiny studio apartment, dirty clothes littered the floor and trash piled up on the kitchen counter. You panic a little at the sight.
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting guests. Take a seat, make yourself comfortable while I clean."
"The least I could do is help." The first thing she picks up is a single dirty sock.
You rush over to take it from her, stumbling over a pizza box in the process. "D-don't worry about it, I got it. Uh... you probably wanna shower. The door to your right. Help yourself to anything in my closet, I don't mind."
You speed up the cleaning, hoping no more erotic landmines lay bare on your living room floor. A voice calls out from the hallway. " I-Is this okay?" The woman pops out holding one of your white T-shirts and a pair of shorts. "It'll be a tad big, but I'm afraid everything will. Go for it."
You finish cleaning about 30 minutes into the girl's shower; the place hasn't looked better since you moved in. You hear the shower shut off as you plop down on the couch, a job well done. You turn on the TV, hoping to find something that'll pique the girl's interest. You find it's a bit hard to appeal to the tastes of a stranger. Romance movie, no, that's awkward... horror slasher, god no, the girl's spooked as is... you settle for music. You put on your favorite Jazz album, Stoneflower by AntĂŽnio Carlos Jobim, as the bathroom door opens. Without taking your eyes off the screen, you ask, "so how'd the clothes fit?"
The T-shirt and shorts plop down at your feet, thrown by the girl. Your eyes dart towards her, hair still damp and body only concealed by a towel wrapped around her waist. She lets go of the towel, revealing her tight, toned body, her supple breasts, and hips satisfyingly thick.
"I can't pay you back now... but in the meantime..."
Your eyes wandered her from tip to toe - a slight blush on her cheeks, her arms trying to cover her breasts but failing, maybe intentionally, her toned abs despite her lithe physique, her... bruises. All over her arms and legs. Too many to count. You couldn't.
"No."
"H-huh?"
You pick up the shirt and shorts and place them in her hands. You pat the seat next to you as you return to yours. "Get dressed and sit down, this man is about to blow your mind with trumpet alone."
"B-but-"
"You heard me. Quick, quick! You're about to miss the solo!"
Some time passes, with the two of you sitting on the couch, just enjoying the ambiance. At the end of the album you stand and clap jokingly. "A masterclass in bossa nova. We didn't deserve Jobim. How'd you like-"
You look to the girl to see her fast asleep, curled into a ball on her side of the couch. Guess only you could enjoy fine art. You reach into your closet to find a spare blanket, draping it over her and turning in for the night.
You crack a couple eggs into the medium hot pan, sprinkling some salt and pepper right when the yolk begins to denature. Another sunny side egg from the gods, as you like to call it. You didn't really know how to cook anything else, but you had eggs down to a science. It was all you could afford, anyways. It seems breakfast had woken up the girl for you, who's head darted up at the scent.
"G'mornin. Breakfast'll be ready in a bit. Mind grabbing the leftover rice from the fridge?"
The girl yawns and groggily rubs her eyes awake. Cute.
"I have to go to work soon, so I won't be eating with you, unfortunately. What do you want for dinner?"
"I'll be off soon you don't have to-"
"What. Do you want. For dinner?" you repeat gently with a smile.
"...beef. Grilled beef."
"Noted." You grab the jacket she was wearing last night and begin to head out. "Watch the house for me, uh..."
You exit the grocery store, 2 pounds of sliced beef in hand. It was your 11th grocery trip that month for brisket. You were getting a bit tired of it, but Seola wasn't and that's all that mattered.
You shake the bags in your hand as you open the door to your apartment. No response. Strange, considering the sound of grocery bags sent her running to the dinner table eager to dig in.
"Seola?" you whisper as you gently knock and peek into your bathroom. Not there.
"Mm." You hear a voice come from your bedroom. It wasn't the first time she's been in there; you caught her once trying to clean one day as "payment" again. You had rushed her out before she found something of your "manhood" in there.
"Seola I told you not to-"
You open the door to find Seola on the floor resting against your bed, nipples protruding out from your borrowed shirt, your borrowed shorts drooped to the floor around her ankles, her hand sandwiched between her legs, and a pair of your unwashed underwear held to her face with her other hand. Seola's eyes widened at your sudden entrance, quickly hiding your undergarments behind her and closing her legs together.
"I didn't- I wasn't- It's not what it looks like..." Seola's face went beet red.
You walk over to Seola and crouch down, not knowing what to do with the briefs-stealer in front of you.
"...lemme see your hands," you say, after a short awkward silence.
Seola hesitates for a moment, thinking she knew what you were looking for. She sheepishly offers up the tidy-whities, avoiding eye contact as she did.
You scoff, grabbing them and tossing them off to the side. You hold her hand instead, interlocking her fingers with yours. You stroke her forearms, now free from any sign of bruising.
"You've... We've come a long way, stray. I, uh... feel the same way...but... I wanna take things slow. For your sake."
Seola places her free hand on your cheek. You couldn't tell who's, but someone's heart was pounding out of their chest, loud enough to hear. You move to plant a kiss on Seola's awaiting lips. Your passionate, aggressive kisses are stark contrasts to Seola's gentle, reciprocal kisses. You had to stop yourself as Seola places a hand on your chest to take a breather. She nods, reassuring what you were doing was okay. Seola takes ahold of your hand and moves it between her legs, her folds scorchingly hot to the touch. A gasp escapes her lips, your hands were still cold from the weather outside. Her legs clamp around your hand, slowly reinvigorating the warmth in your hands.
You part her legs with your newly warm hand, as you move to position yourself face to face with Seola's inviting slit. You plant dozens of kisses, along Seola's inner thigh, above her pelvic bone, dangerously close to her vulva, before finally landing one final one on the tip of her rose bud - sending waves of electricity all across her body and eliciting a yelp from the overstimulated girl.
You snap out of your aroused trance and look Seola in the eyes.
"Everything okay?"
"J-just too much at once is all. But... I don't hate it..." Seola cups your cheek again with her hand. "I'll let you know if I want to stop so... keep going..."
You sit up and begin to lift Seola's shirt off as she reaches for your belt buckle. The two of you fiddle around in blind enthusiasm, a deep haze washing over the two of you making it hard to even think. You pull your own pants off as Seola watches intently, eyes locked on to the bulge in your briefs. You sit still for a while as Seola does the same, admiring each others bare bodies.
You break the standoff by pushing Seola down against your bed, kissing her more aggressively than ever before. You move to her neck, sucking as hard as you can, desperate to form hickeys, replacing her bruises with ones of love, of lust. Seola moans directly into your ear, a siren's song taking over your conscious. Her fingers trace the back of your neck, making their way upwards to run through the back of your hair. You pull back for a moment to purvey your next fare. Your eyes lock onto Seola's nipples, homing onto one with the cusp of your mouth. You suck, hard.
"AH!~"
Your eyes look up, still vacuumed to her breast. She bites her lip and nods.
Green light.
You continue sucking, raising your hand to grasp the unattended breast. Your thumb rubs circles around her areola, the rest of your fingers resting against the side of her breast. You get a little carried away and lose your balance, causing you to stumble a bit. For stability you move your knee closer to Seola's crotch, heat emanating, almost burning your leg. Seola slides down slightly, enough so that her soaked underwear makes contact with your knee. She grinds. Up and down, at a sedated pace. You feel her steamy slickness, almost as if she wasn't wearing any underwear. Another moan lets loose from the girl's lips.
"Mnhh... fuck..."
You unhinge from her nipple, now as red as her cheeks. "Didn't know you had a sailor's tongue, stray."
Seola weakly grasps your cheek, looking into your eyes. "Shut up..."
She looks away shyly, visibly steeling her self to say: "...and fuck me..."
Green. Green all the way.
You pull your aching cock through the hole in your boxers, seemingly putting Seola in a trance as her gaze locks onto it. You snap her out of it by pulling her chin in for one more kiss, before beginning to rub against her slit with your entire length, the two of you sharing each other's smolderingly hot erotic cores. Her breaths turn from deep, heavy sighs to shallow, more shaky breaths, the pleasure almost too much to handle.
For you too; you can't hold back anymore. Slick with precum and Seola's nectar, you position yourself to finally enter the source of her wetness. Your member begins to pervade Seola's walls, an indescribable tightness encapsulating your cock, your lower body, your entire brain, slowly inching your way forward until you have nothing left to give.
You lay still, fearing that any more movement could send you over the edge. Seola notices the strained expression on your face, and doesn't care. She pushes you down to the floor, a deep want on her face. She lifts herself up, a vacuum trying to milk you dry, and crashes down with her entire body weight, breaking your resolve.
Seola tries to brace for impact, her eyes clamped shut and a hand over her mouth. But to no avail. A pressure with the force of a nuclear bomb erupts from your cock inside of Seola, flooding her with seed with every pulse. Seola collapses midway, her cheek face down on your chest as a deep guttural moan escapes her throat. Your cock continues pumping, a seemingly endless stream of semen bursting from your dam.
The two of you lay breathy, still connected, not a single thought being able to be formed between the two of you other than, "Fuck."
Seola pushes herself up against your chest, an erotic drunkenness making her stumble a bit before sitting up. "Fuck. More." She rises, a thundershock rippling through you from the sensitivity. Seola lowers herself again, buckling her knees, too shaky to even continue. She collapses against your chest again. She mutters, motionless, "More...more..."
You pull energy from every last reserve from your body to hoist the girl up and plop her onto your bed. You've given this girl everything she's wanted, now's not the time to stop. You push past your hypersensitivity and slide into her once more, and again, and again, each thrust a devastatingly lustful gut punch that sends your instincts into overdrive. Her walls, now slick with cum, convulse and contort around you, signaling to you once more what she wants. You look into her eyes, glazed over in pleasure, as you lean down and kiss her one last time, sending you over the edge as you pump the last of your reserve, every last drop, into her needy pussy.
You pull out and collapse next to Seola, not a single inch of your body able to be moved. You feel Seola place her hand over yours, taking every bit of her energy even just to gently squeeze. You reciprocate with every bit of yours.
You wake up, after god knows how long. Seola's cuddled up to your chest, almost purring with content after the night before. You pet the back of her head, wondering what you did in a past life to be this lucky. Seola groggily nuzzles up to your chest, not wanting to let go.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." You assure her.
"Mm." Seola groans and grips you tighter, despite the affirmation.
"I fucking love you."
"Love you too. Sailor." Seola whispers, as she drifts off back to sleep.
* And if you could rewrite/remake any of your works, which one (and why?)
Oh this seems fun! ^^
First Published Work:
Little known fact: I had a fluff blog before this one, here's my very first (and very rough, yikes) fic of Twice's Chaeyoung! I wrote this over 3 years ago; I remember when i thought works like these were too long, haha
Writer Who's Influenced Me:
In an effort to fix my absolute trash prose I've been reading a lot these days! Right now I've been studying a ton of Nabokov's writing (yes, the dude who wrote Lolita, don't judge me he's actually great). But tumblr writer wise, I am absolutely the biggest @worldsover stan and I will die on this hill preaching how good their writing is.
Most Popular/The Work I'd Remake:
Heat Wave! I really wasn't expecting this to get the popularity it did; it started off as a shitty 200 word draft that I had no motivation to finish, until I watched a few Jo Yuri Being a Brat compilations on YouTube. Fun fact, I scrambled to finish this in a car ride to a taco stand near Mexico LOL. Looking back on it, I definitely wish I'd spent a little more time ironing things out, especially the H-scenes and, of course, the prose.
My Favorite Work:
Hmm... probably... Chamisul. It was my first step out of my comfort zone as a writer, moving from short fluffs and oneshots to a larger unified work. It's rough, ends abruptly, and the writing doesn't really hold up at some most points, but damn if it isn't my lightning in a bottle moment that really made me wanna continue writing more. Someday I hope I'll have the motivation to do another of these larger works, maybe even continue this one...?
Thanks to the anon for the fun ask! If you made it this far, thank you times a million for reading! I broke 500 followers a while back which is more than the amount of people I know in real life, kinda daunting to think about. I hope you'll continue supporting me and the plethora of extremely talented writers on this app. My drafts right now are a mess, so it'll likely be a while till my next work. In the meantime, here's a little hint as to who I'm working on next...
genres ⧠first-person address; kinda melancholy; some good dicking down anyway; ex-fwbs!Gyuri
You're a close vastness, a far proximity: an immeasurable distance. I shouldn't have tried. Weâre under the same blanket but a wall doesnât just divide us; it launches you up into the ink of space, blistering past the threshold, past our observable two-dimensional universe. I donât claim to be more real than you but this elusive perpendicular axis makes you merely a character in my eyes. Distances can be broken down with timeâthe wall between reality and fiction can't be breached the same.
What a paradox. Youâre a character but your life couldnât possibly be a story. Don't take offense. Most peopleâs lives arenât blockbusters. Good stories have a good arc with a good ending, or at least an interesting one. Yet absent closure, these stories will be written anyway because people will wake up, work, eat, then sleep, without a hand to author their plot. In addition, no matter how boring they might be, these narratives intertwine in their own unique way. Nobodyâs life can be recounted without at least one other person.
You told me about your motherâs story after all. Itâs not the same story as mine, but itâs a story we, and everyone else, have. There were tales about the rest of your family, your friends, and your coworkers. These minuscule strands define our lives, weave into the ropes of humanity then fray. Sure, people die but they also break up, they move away, maybe they just disappear. Iâve never found that sort of thing sad. Maybe its inevitability makes me too objective about life. If I donât move on, then Iâll never move on, and then Iâll be stuck.
Itâs dark. Even the light that passes my eyelids doesnât make me want to open them. So I didnât move on. So I am stuck. But I need these empty words, these preambular paragraphs of stories about stories that donât mean anything. More than nothing, something that pretends to be anything is actually less than nothing at all. This something leads to a cruel, self-feeding doubt. No matter how much I want the silence, this story will be written anyway.
âGyuri.â Your light voice and lighter touch on my neck breaks down walls, finally frees me from my somnolent musings. How indulgent of me, thatâs all the wall wasâan insecure constructionâfor now.
âThank you.â The words clear a scratch in my throat.
âThank you? What for?â
Spring air through the open window hits all my bare skin and makes me clutch the soft blanket fabric. An amused breath from my nose. âI dunno.â
âWell, youâre welcome.â Hug me tight, and I hug you tighter. The simple, obvious things you do keep me away from those rambling thoughts. They tend to devolve.
âBy the way...â My voice peters out in a low fry. âYou remember Jungmo and Yumi?â
âFrom the acting class?â
I nod and stretch my arms up. âMhm. They broke up.â
âOh.â Gather some blanket back for yourself. âI had no idea they were dating.â
âThatâs why you shouldâve stayed in the classes.â
âI dunno, it never really clicked for me.â
âYeah. I figured.â A final squeeze in my embrace before I roll out from under the sheets and sit up. My hairâs a wavy mess. âI need to shower by the way."
I see your playful sniffs. Youâre just trying to get a closer look at my body. "Yeah, you smell like it."
"Pfft, alright stinky, you're one to talk." A bit of evidence from last night spills between my legs. You run to get some tissues. "Thanks."
When you kneel to help clean up, I love your little awkward smile, both corners half-raised. I love your face, your hair, your body, your personality. Without much thought, since those are what makes you, I'd be saying I love you.
I guess I do since no friendship exists without love. With a kiss on your forehead and a restored pep in my step, I head to the bathroom.
Sprinkles form from my fingertips as I let water find the trails of my body that it wants to follow, like little trains that forge their own tracks. The mist comforts me enough that I could fall asleep again, or at least my brain could. Not a good thing, I would start to overthink once more.
You donât have to knock on the door, I would never be mad at you barging in. But thanks anyway. There is little pretense of washing ourselves. At once, we twist together, so that even if my soapy wet skin lathers yours, neither of us would mistake it for a quick clean.
"Fuck." A simple utterance when you take one of my nipples in your mouth. The suddenness shuts my eyes then careful teeth lock our embrace tighter. For an ounce of air, sometimes we untwist. The pace is like our rope. Whenever one of us found a partner, the other kept their distance. Now weâre the opposite of distant, spinning our yarn together. Itâd save water if we were bathing. Your tongue takes its precious time up my chest, up my neck, until our eyes meet. Your lips taste good, you know? Itâs nothing so grand, just a bit salty, a tad addicting.
âSo, should I clean you up a bit more?â you ask when you pull your head back. I crease my features, perplexed.
My perplexity slips like your two fingers inside my pussy, replaced by a soft instinctive whimper. Thatâs when I realize thereâs still some of your sticky white still sloshing in me from last night. The fingers within me move like theyâre stirring, while your thumb works on my clit to escalate the automatic sounds from my mouth, recaptured in your lips.
You make a loud âmwahâ as a point when we separate once again. Your eyes promise the world in them. I canât ever let myself be fooled. Instead, I fall into my bodyâs desire again, arms less active in holding your back. I donât really need to since youâve pushed me up to the wall now.
âYou, nnuh, having fun there?â
A pointless question, your smile answers it. With the other free hand, hold me up by the waist. My limbs grow slack as you continue to circle and thrust at the same time. While the warm water washes away the increasing sweat, I still notice your hand getting messy with your own semen from my pussy. Youâre so focused. Even when I look away, youâre still telling promises you canât keep with that intense gaze.
âI think, I, I think, youâre gonna make me...â I shut up when you lean your head in, but instead you tip a bit to the side for a chaste smooch to the cheek. âWhaââ
Then I really shut up when your lips follow the trail that your tongue makes. âHave I ever told you how good you taste?â
âAll the time!â I whine. I like to think itâs uncharacteristic, but the skill with which you touch me always pulls me out of my mind. It makes me think less of the real world, into some near dream state. My walls swallow you, as though they have a mind of their own, and they suck you in like your mouth does to my neck.
I have to. I need to. I reach for your cock. Wet with water, I try to spit on it but miss. You donât seem to care though, like my fingers are just an added bonus to the replete pleasure you give me.
But only a few pumps in, and the dizziness that your fingers induce comes to its natural resolution.
This kind of story, some simple smut, is so repetitive, but fuck, I love it. You have so many ways to pen my climax.
âGyuri, thatâs it. Youâre going to cum on my fingers.â Water bogs down our heavy breaths. The statement is sure as day, like my orgasm is a given.
This one flashes me between the real and the surreal. That dream state slams me back out of the deep, to watch your unfailing fingers. It was a quick lesson for you a while agoâwhen I'm cumming, don't you dare stop.
My body reacts to the orgasm.
My cum and your cum (whatever's left) flows from between my legs like a stream of consciousness. How apt; my brain drips out its thoughts and leans back to irreality as you press forth. Time is a timid thing, not allowing me to understand only seconds pass in real time. Your story orbiting mine is chaos like two incalculable pendulums, too sensitive to initial conditions.
Then, out of my own body, I see you. Trying to catch your own breath, while I throb all over your hands. I see the shower, my apartment, the city, Earth, space, then true space with its ever present vacuum. And like a vacuum, I'm sucked back and you're holding me with a smile and a more delicate clutch. Well, not that delicate, your hands quickly lower back to my ass.
"That was good."
Itâs not as though I need you to praise me while you pat my head. If anything, I want to thank you for that climax, but youâve heard enough of my gratitude.
Actions over words. Fingertips over the tip of your dick, a meeting of the most sensitive nerves. The simple act of wrapping my fingers already makes it difficult for you to stand.
I spit on my hands, taking wetness from my pussy. I try to tease your cockhead on my clit, but a sharpness shoots up from underneath. Itâs too sensitive. I shouldnât have done that.
So I spin you aroundâpretty easy to manipulate a guy when you have him cockfirstâuntil your back is flat against the wall.
One hand with a massaging, kneading grip, a thumb underneath the tip, the other hand massages your balls. Then we really start. This is where I have to take advantage of every advantage I have, because I know how much you jerk off with your own hands. My stiff nipples rub up against your chest, tickling you and moving vertically much like my fingers around your cock. Sometimes, I have both hands around the whole thing and you jerk your hips to pretend like my hands are my pussy. But they arenât, so I give my whole eye contactâmuch easier to do when you arenât filling me and substituting my brain with dickâas I spin and rotate and circle my thumb around your tip. A little more spit, a little more pre-cum and I have the texture to really make that dick shine.
Signals for your orgasm are clear to me. A higher moan from the top of your mouth and nose, I guess when you lose footing and slip thatâs pretty obvious, but thereâs also your eye contact shakier than usual, and your hands that grab onto whatever they can. Of course, even in the heady prelude to your climax, you still reach for my ass. It doesnât matter where you grab on though.
When you cum, I almost have to hold you up by the cock. Itâs like those spurts contain all your strength. You leave your own body, one arm around me, one hand behind you on the wall. Your words falter to primal noises too. Itâs hypnotic, every streak that flies in there, the twinge and tingles and swells of your shaft as it sends those streaks and you release your sticky self onto my tummy.
âYouâre the best,â you say breathily.
Your head reaches down to immediately kiss me while more of your cum drips past my tummy to the shower floor but I stop you. âNow what?â I ask.
âHmm?â
âArenât you tired?â
âYou know how quickly my energy comes back. Especially with a gorgeous girl in the shower in front of me.â
âOh shut up.â I put my hand on your chin and squish your cheeks, thumb on the right, index on the left. But neither of us can stay silent, a little giggle from our lips. I watch yours, you look down at my mouth the same.
Asynchronous heartbeats louder than the shower.
Thereâs no reason for tension. We had sex last night, we just gave each other orgasms, yet somehow, the glance of our lips fluxes my heart, tells it to leap off its seat in my chest. Every single time. This is why our story sucks. We never tread any new ground. However, that selfsame lack of progress holds a richness of ecstasy. Prods turn to pressure, then turn to tongues so familiar with each other as to forgo all communication. I donât need to tell you to let me breathe, or for you to tell me to stroke your hair. We both work in our kiss, to strive for more futile desperation than each other, to siphon a hair-raising buzz in a prurient loop, like the feedback of a microphone in front of a speaker. With the hope to come out on top, sparing gasps of air punctuate longer stretches of suction and tongue trips into the mouth. Itâs slipshod, itâs overlong, it doesnât matter.
Iâd tell you to fuck meâwhatâs the point in talking when itâll all be written anyway?
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Everyone else is waiting for some train to arrive. Love, dreams, that very ending for which theyâve spent decades planning. Iâm on the other side of the station, feet as tired as my eyes that stare at my own train. When people look at me, I feel their glares, judgemental like mine. Itâs because Iâm watching a train yet to leaveâno, itâs because that train is empty.
Itâs a strange metaphor to be stuck on because Iâve already left. Living on my own wasnât worth it, any of it. The money, the responsibility that turned into a hassle. I couldnât have an apartment just for us to have a place to fuck. In the whole scheme of things, a four hour drive, an hourâs flight, thatâs nothing.
Our circumstances brought us together, nothing more. What did we share other than kisses? Fluid? I know why you like me. Same reason I like you, we get physical gratification from each other. Makes us sound like machines, I know.
I appreciate that you only let circumstances pull us apart slowly. Every couple weeks, you take that long drive, then bring me back to your place just to fuck. Eight hours of round-trip driving. In a sense, thatâs a level of trust from me and a level of commitment from you that Iâm not sure couples have unless theyâre married.
Thanks for being my friend.
It helps me not fall in love when your dick plunges in and out with the same timing as your smooches. Youâre too good at this, but I know how practiced you are at this point. Faint moans travel up, echo back down the height of the hotel staircase. I told you to take the stairs with me, knowing full well your patience.
You leave enough of a mark on my chest, groping it clumsily underneath my shirt when you thrust up into me, and enough of a mark on the wall, at least that's how the force of those deep plunges feels. We run up the stairs and barely make our toes in the door before we make out again.
âCan I take a breather, Gyuri?â
"I needed one too to be honest."
"Oh thank god. I don't think I've been up that many steps in a while. At least not that fast."
"Yeah." I giggle. A mirror by the entrance. I wipe a bit of smudged lipstick off the corner of my mouth. My hair's disheveled. I'm all sweaty. "I need toâ"
"Shower?"
After my nod, you give a knowing nod in return and I take a much quicker one than usual. I can hear your thoughts past the jet pressure of the shower, or at least your heavy breaths, the tapping of your feet. I know you well. You're weighing between taking a shower yourself and jumping my bones the moment I open the door. That choice makes my chest leap out of itself, I know myself much less assuredly.
You gave me a prologue, a synopsis of your hunger bending me over the railing before you took me against the wall.
I could dress myself again. Synapses burst.
Your jaw finds company with your restless feet when I walk out in a towel alone instead. I don't know if it's genuine anymore. We've had sex so many times. Yet here you are, sharpening your knife.
I am the conflict, I am the resolution. I don't know myself well, but do I like that?
You cut short my time to think with your hand grabbing mine, pulling me right in front of you as you sit on the edge of the bed. I stand with a new but old hesitation. Itâs so embarrassing, especially when my towel slips and Iâm before you nude while you at least have your dress pants on. You drink the sight of my body in. Itâs not like Iâve done anything in particular for today, Iâm the exact me youâve slept with every time before, but you sit with anticipatory anxiety.
âWhat do you⊠do I just stand here?â
âI miss you Gyuri.â
âIâm right here.â
âYouâre right here now,â you say before a sigh. Now with both hands holding each of mine, you bring me onto your lap and reflexively, my arms and legs wrap around your torso. Without prompt, I take in your muscles and strive to keep their texture in my memory. âI miss when this was a near daily thing.â
âBut does that really mean you miss me?â
âWhat? Of course it does.â As I examine closer, the naivete in your pupils is genuine. I never doubted that, explicitly at least.
âOkay.â Thereâs nothing I could do but take you at face value anyway.
I start grinding.
You start kissing.
âYouâre gonna leave a mark,â I say, leaving my own dark stains on your pants.
âI want to. I want to leave marks thatâll stay until we meet again.â
âWhat if we donât?â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, your tone soft as though youâve never considered the possibility.
I gulp when your lips hold my neck deeper like youâre trying to get something out of it. âNever mind. Thatâs enough.â I slink down to my knees. Candles. I wish we had them right now. The warm, soft ceiling light isnât the worst.
Not sure what compels me to give you the blowjob of your life. Foreshadowing, perhaps. I want this suction to haunt your dreams.
I want you to have a goddamn story about this.
Iâll give you the best blowjob of our lives combined.
This is my revenge, for every time you made my heart skip looking at me. I pull your jeans off then let my tongue fall out, missing your shaft when I lean in (a difficult feat with its length) and I lick your tummy instead, tickling you.
Your dick⊠Well, it looks like a dick. An ideal size for me to enjoy, a tantalizing bend. But itâs matte, as skin normally is. I only make the observation because I take the soft thing between my lips, and that first inch becomes glossy. Your eyes roll, and so does your head around your neck when I polish the next inch, tongue dragging side to side at that sensitive ridge under your tip. Then I pull back out.
âGyuri, fuck. Stop teasing me.â
My tongue follows your vein up the side of your cock, but itâs not enough. It needs to shine in the light, it needs to lube up my throat, it needs to be fucking sloppy. Turns out a circle has an infinite number of sides. So I collect all the spit I can and at the sight of the strings and frothy slop on the head of your deck, your legs wriggle. But I know you can smell the desperation, the sweat and saliva. My tongue goes up, then back to the base of your shaft, and I rotate around until itâs even. Of course, nothing is perfect, so I get lost in this cycle until Iâm bobbing down on your cock like Iâll find my reward at the bottom if I look hard enough.
I keep looking. The back of my throat engulfs and tightens around the head of your dick every time I gag, but my eyes close and Iâm not really looking. I donât need to anyway. My hands that explore your torso go from pinching your nipples and fondling your muscles to treating your balls like a plaything. Your fingers find repose in my hair but I give your dick no such calm. A gag in, then a gag out and each time your cockâs tip reaches my lips, I wrap it air tight once again.
Right before the throbbing takes you awayâI can even feel the pulses in my mouthâyou pull me by my hair, shocking me as Iâm too caught up in the fellatio.
We both stand, you turn me around and spank my ass, then tease my pussy with your length. My lips are a bed for your shaft to give a few rubs. But this isnât the way you want to take me.
Shove me face first onto the bed. Weâre both carnally hungry, so you donât even have to give my butt another smack for me to get on my knees. Iâd say fuck me hard doggystyle, but youâre going to be thrusting so hard that I have my face down on the mattress anyway. The heat approaches my pussy from behind, youâre lining up, and then you insert.
âHmmn,â you groan out. I probably make a similar sound but the mattress catches it in its softness. Youâre anything but soft though, as you split me apart, as though this were the very first time. Thatâs the fascinating thing, every time we fuck itâs a special occasion. With every push forward which sends your cockhead into my needy cunt, I recoil back like itâs a law of motion.
One of your hands takes my hair, the other stops slapping my ass over and over to trace up my sides. Iâm a little ticklish there, but I canât laugh, all I can feel is a senseless high from the friction of your cock. That other hand goes up my arm and grabs it, pulling it back and turning my whole body into a lever. That angle you send your dick is so perfect, itâs so stimulating on my walls that the imagined heat in my head spreads out from my core..
âGonna cum, gonna cum, gonna...â
You stop fucking me.
Sighs between gasps. âThatâs not sexy you knowââ
Flip me over onto my back then you pull a pillow underneath my head. Missionary. I canât read your mind. I donât know your intentions. But that was the very first thing you did, putting a pillow under my head before you made love to me, before that lovemaking turned quickly into animalistic ravaging. Weâre probably going to be skipping that first step, arenât we?
Your head obscures the hotel light. I donât need any light at all, closing my eyes instead. Your lips pounce on mine, your tongue lunges inside, but your cock eases in with more dexterity.
This is almost real. Opening my eyes back up, I scan your face, needing answers. âLook at me,â I say. Itâs the first time I have to remind you.
When you focus back on me, I realize, I donât know. I donât understand anything. This is almost real, almost as if you werenât just a perfect character in my story.
In and out.
Itâs that feeling of wholeness. Every word I want to say becomes replaced with a mote of lust in my spinning head.
I regret the decision, telling you to look me in the eyes. The emotions are too rampant. Back and forth, your dick goes. So do I.
âI love you. Gyuri, I love you. Please⊠Fuck, this canât be it, this canât, this...â
Tears fall in reply. Youâre silent, Iâm silent, and slick noises overtake our breaths as you speed up and I tempt you to speed up with my motions, making sure that Iâm taking the full length of your cock.
âHah, hah.â Your breaths are loud. âYou know I havenât had an orgasm for so long.â Good. Good. Change the topic.
âNot, nuuuh, not gonna last?â Tease you. Iâll just do that. Yeah. Thatâs it.
âDonât care. Feels like Iâve been fucking you, for forever. Hmmh,â you say.
So weâre the same. This isnât news to me. Weâve always connected on this physical level. âM-make forever into now.â Thatâs a new one. Does that even count as dirty talk? Why am I getting self-conscious? You're thrusting your soul into me. My dizzy head wanders, then fliesâmaybe Iâm just trying to give that soul backâand I feel each throb clench your cock and each beat out of time takes seconds to pass the heat of pleasure throughout my core to the outreaches of my limbs.
Then, your end nears the same, because my cumming pussy is just too much. Through the blackness and visibility and cycles between which orgasm causes, you pull out, cum flies and covers my whole body. As much gets on my pussy as it does on my face, with a skillful line that etches my abs and cleavage.
Drag your cock up, covering it in your own cum, and you sit as delicately as you can on top of my chest. I clean your shaft enthusiastically, and after I lick you all up, I want it to be over, but youâve never had a problem kissing me. Maybe that should be obvious, but itâs one of those changes of pace Iâve yet to become used to. Instincts tell me this unfamiliarity is good.
We both fall over on the hotel sheets, tired and sweaty. You help me clean up.
We cuddle.
We fall out of the cuddle when we sleep.
Itâs all so fast for how slow it is.
I feel blank.
Thereâs no point in planning for an empty resolution. To spin a yarn is to lie, so when we lie together, we must lie to each other.
âWeâll always be friends.â
When you told me that long ago, I assumed the lie was in your discipline, that one day, you would confess your deeper emotions to me, that you didnât just want me: you needed me. It turns out that lie was the same as when I say it now as we lie next to each other in this bed.
Hotel mattresses never feel right to sleep on.
The train leaves, lurching forward with huffs and puffs like its engine is steam-powered, with screeches of metal against metal that tires my ears.
Finally.
It might catch up to the real me.
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We are actors with no script.
I don't have one but I felt like I was living life reading one, until I moved back home. That shift was what I needed.
You never needed one, even if your words often sounded like you were fed your lines, like every sentence was a clever punchline (or an attempt at one) that your author wrote.
The scriptlessness is obvious: our story doesnât have much of an ending. I guess itâs a bit amusing, I can remember your breakups just as well as I can remember my own. Itâs always such a defining moment to break up with someone youâre dating. Thatâs not how it works with friends right? Itâs not like Iâve ever broken up with my friendsâI know some people that have, though theyâre the overly dramatic exceptionsâbut that doesnât mean Iâve kept every friendship since I was a baby. Minuscule strands in the end. I donât mean to tear them apart, certainly neither do you. Right? Who means to untangle their rope? Thatâs why itâs a lot harder to remember the final time you talked to a friend.
âHey Gyuri, remember those first few days we were really texting?â Sip on your latte as you scroll through your phone.
I mirror you, though Iâm just tapping on my screen. That gets pretty mundane, so I watch the people pass by outside the cafe window. Glancing strings, deeply woven cords. All types of stories. Probably more interesting ones.
âThose turned sexual quickly.â You chuckle to yourself when your finger stops swiping down.
âWait, do you still have those pictures saved?â
âOh, I never saved them, itâs just in our chat, look.â You turn your screen towards me and my hands rush, nearly slamming the phone onto the table.
âChill! Weâre in public.â A sigh breathed between my lips. âKeep them, I donât really care anyway.â
âI know, the mask. I wish I could see your smile in them.â
âYouâre saying my tits arenât good enough?â
You urgently shake your head. âNo, no, not at allââ
âIâm kidding, jeez.â
âAnd that first time, you werenât kidding about making a mess of your sheets.â
âDid you think I was?â
âI thought you were exaggerating a bit maybe, you know, for effect. But you really had my tongue and chin dripping.â
âYou seemed thirsty enough.â
âWow,â you say, drawing out the vowel. âThanks.â
âIsnât it funny how we always just end up talking about sex?â I ask. Funny isnât the word I mean.
âTrue. We donât really share much else to be honest.â
I realized that a while ago. Part of what makes friendships special is the blurriness of memory. Itâs fine. I really donât mind that we keep repeating the same moments. It all blends together and in that recounting of those moments, the warmth resurges. Not the same as the original experience but⊠good enough. Right?
âBesides. Thatâs everyone, right? When you distill it down,â you say.
Out the window, that couple, theyâre probably talking about the bills theyâre late on. The annoyed looks, that man with his hands up, a wallet in one of them, her hands on her sides. Thatâs not happy, is it? But it is a cord.
âSure,â I say, my lips a little tighter.
âThen after all that texting, we finally saw each other in person and you were even prettier than I expected.â
âPfft. Nice try. Too late for compliments now.â
âNo, Iâm serious. Barely made it out of the restaurant without our hands all over each other.â Yours scoots towards me on the table, like your index and middle fingers are two little legs that waddle over before they stop by my cup. âFinally, a smile again.â
âDidnât even realize I wasnât. No, those were great times.â I lower my voice. âYou definitely made me cum the most I ever have that night.â
âWait, so you were faking it the other times?â
âI dunno, those times kinda blur together. Doesnât really matter how many, I always felt good no matter what.â
âMaybe after this we could, you know, feel good one last time.â Youâre so sure itâs the last time too, but Iâm not. Earphone cords used to get tangled in all kinds of funny ways. Most people donât bother with wires anymore.
âThatâs what the hotel was.â
âOhâŠâ Look down. âYouâre busy?â
âI guess.â I shouldnât have said it like that.
âSo youâre leaving now?â
âNo.â
âWhat do you have to do later?â
âWork.â
âMmm.â
"So yeah." I put my hands on the table and stand up.
"Yeah." You mirror me.
I adjust my watch.
Run your hands through your hair.
It could've been my hands instead.
Maybe my hair.
This isnât a good story.
But at least itâs a true one.
Right?
âAnd weâll talk again?â one of us asks.
âIâd love to,â the other replies.
"Tell me. When you're in the city again."
"I will. Will you?"
âI will.â
Does it matter who says what?
We both know when weâre both lying.
Just as stories are deceits, so are the people in them. The yarn we spin is your smile; my finger that brushes your fingers; and our glances which promise one day, this mutual lie will evolve into truth somehow.
You walk away first. I hope you catch your train.
The cafe window becomes a mirror.
Or at least I hope you feel the same way about me as I do about you.
Because I will write my own story, pretend you never were but as the words I type down.
I hope Iâm just another character in your story as well.
đŸ details: catgirl petplay pillow princess gf Isa x (M) reader!
đŸword count: ~1.5k
đŸa/n: just a short-ish rough and unedited smut to get back into the swing of things! (although in reality iâll probably just see yâall in another ~2 months đ„Ž)
"Babe. Babe! Look. Over there."
You turn from watching your girlfriend almost choke on a fry to see another couple sitting behind you. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary, until you squint your eyes and see that the woman was wearing a set of puppy ears and a collar complete with a leash, firmly within the man's grasp.
"Weird huh? Is that even allowed in public? Look, look! Oh my god..."
You turn again to see the woman now on all fours, the man hand feeding her whilst ruffling her hair as if it were a dog's scruff.
"I think it's kind of endearing in a weird fucked up sorta way," you say before turning to see Isa visibly cringing at the sight.
"Aish. She needs to respect herself more."
"Chaeyoung-ah, you of all people have no right to kink shame," you say with a sly smile, her face reddening by the second.
"A-at least I keep that to myself." Isa pats her lips with a napkin in an attempt to wipe the shame off her face.
You fondly remember your first time with Isa. It was, after all, the first time ever you thought you had killed someone.
"God, she's holding her breath an awfully long time..." Â you thought to yourself, thrusting deeply into Isa with both hands clasped around her throat. "She remembers the safeword's 'vanilla' right?" Isa's face was a beautiful display of both anguish and vicious pleasure.
After a minute of this Isa's legs began to thrash about, her back arching and the light slowly fading from her eyes. "I should really let go..." Â The second your grip let up Isa grabbed your wrist binding you to her throat, her eyes staring daggers into your soul as if they were saying, "don't you dare fucking stop".
"What a fucking cockslut," you let slip under your breath. It seemed Isa took that as a compliment, her back arching for the final time and her face turning a bright reddish purple. Her grip on you down below felt like a vice. Her hand's grip on you however, loosened as her arm fell to her side. You let go of the girl's throat, a slight bruise already forming at the base of her neck.
"Isa?" you ask, still balls deep in the unconscious girl. No response. You begin to panic, lightly slapping her cheek until Isa finally chokes out a mutter you didn't quite hear.
"W-What was that babe?" you lean in closer for a closer listen.
Isa grabs you by the collar pulling you inches from her face. "One more fucking go."
You blink the nostalgic memory from your eyes to see the prim and proper Isa cutting into her burger with a fork and knife, a napkin neatly placed upon her lap.
"What?" Isa asks questioning your absentminded look.
"Nothing," you mutter, wiping the smile off your face. "Back to the elephant in the room. Or should I say... dog in the room?"
You wait for even a tiny snicker, but to no avail.
"Ugh. I can't think about that anymore. I can't imagine myself in that position."
You began to imagine her in that position. Many positions, actually.
"Y'know, I can see it," you say, stealing a fry much to her annoyance. "What would it take to convince you to try it?"
"In your dreams. Maybe if you were the dog." Isa giggles at the image in her head.
That didn't sound too bad , but you already had a goal in your sights. "Pretty please? I'm at least 40% confident you'll like it."
"Babe. No means n-"
You interrupt Isa by reaching under her chin, scratching lightly. Your hand travels to her cheek, stroking it lightly with your thumb before your other fingers find its way behind her ear, scratching and massaging the patch of hair behind it.
Isa's eyes roll back, her mind going blank from the strange yet satisfying sensation. "Oh." she utters out. "Oh no."
The sound of skin slapping skin echoes throughout your bedroom, pounding away at your girlfriend doggystyle upon your bed. Resting atop her now frizzled sex hair was a pair of cat ears, something that took a lot of convincing and wine over dinner.
"I'm already... fuck I'm close..." Isa moans, now thrusting back herself. Exasperated, and between breaths, Isa yells out in ecstasy. "Gimme... that... fucking.... dick!"
"Meow for me."
"H-huh?"
You continued pounding. Harder, even. You lean in close, practically breathing into her ear.
"Meow for me, slut."
"I don't... ahh god... dammit..." Isa reluctantly complies with your request, whispering, "N-nyaa~" as she tries to hide her face in your pillow covers.
"Louder." You slap the right side of her ass, jolting the poor girl whose yelp you heard muffled by your pillow.
"Fuck, nyaa~! Cum inside me!"
Satisfied by breaking in your pet, you decide to comply with her requests, for once. You felt the pressure build and build, every inch of Isa's walls tightening in response. Both of you step over the edge, seed spilling into the deepest parts of Isa's core.
Isa's legs quake and buckle under you, her head drooping down and bracing for impact. You hear her muffled cries into your pillow, akin to the whimpers of a touch hungry pet.
Isa's heavy breathing began to subside. As she sat up to gather her bearings she was hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure. You were still in her.
"Fffuck, Y/N, pull out already... I'm tapped out..."
Isa slouched forward and began to slide herself off you. You push further, feeling deeper than ever.
"FUCK what are you doing?! Mmf, get off of me..." her mouth says. Yet you feel her grind against you ever so slightly.
You reach over your bed frame for a little gift. Hanging hidden off to the side was a leashed collar fit with a nametag; "Cockslut". You got some dirty looks at the pet store for that one.
"You can't be serious... don't..." Isa mutters out, still reeling from her climax and too tired to protest.
You clasp the collar around Isa's neck, stroking her cheek on the way back up. You felt her nuzzle against your hand.
"It's... a little tight... gimme a sec." Isa complains, adjusting the collar with the few fingers she can fit between it and her neck.
"If anything, it needs to be tighter. Then maybe you'll shut up and take it." A mischievous smile begins to form on Isa's face. You begin to slide in and out of Isa, now laying prone on your bed. Her walls were slick, painted in full by your first climax.
"Fffuck daddy... nice and slow for your little kitten..." Isa jeers back with a sly smile, finally leaning into her role.
"Who's a good girl?" you say, slow and steadily fucking Isa into submission.
"Me, nyaa~ I'm a dirty little slut who loves being treated like a kitty..."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way." You reach over to caress your kitty's cheek, and are met with slickness - Isa's wayward tongue finds your other fingers, beginning to suck on each one. You hook onto the inside of Isa's cheek, pulling it open.
"Fugh, I'vfe hag enouf.... fugh me thill I purr bhaybh..." Isa slurs out, spit dribbling down her chin onto your pillows.
"Looks like kitty made a mess... does kitty deserve this orgasm after all?" You stop in your tracks once more.
"Nho, pleath! Makhe me cumh! I'mh begghingh!"
"Only because you've been such a good girl till now. Now cum, you slut." You took your fingers out of Isa's mouth and slid one into her asshole, slick to enter from the excess spit.
You couldn't tell whether the slow and steady buildup or the sudden anal intensified the girl's climax more, but Isa quaked and pleaded for mercy like never before. Isa collapsed, her breathing ragged and shuddery.
Isa reaches behind her, slowly regaining consciousness. Isa pulls you out of her, wiggling her ass as she did to ensure you didn't get bored. She turns around to face you, spreading her legs for the view.
"...Paint me white."
You listened. Shuffling closer to Isa's face, you begin stroking your cock over her lips. Isa teased and prodded with her tongue all over your head, eager to milk you dry.
"Ah, fuck, I can't hold it... open wide."
Your first spurt overshoots and covers Isa's hair and cheek, the second hitting its mark and landing straight down her throat.
With a hand shaped like a paw, Isa wipes the strand off her cheek, lapping it up while staring those same daggers into your eyes.
You collapse next to your girlfriend, the afterglow blindingly bright.
"Fuck..." is all you could muster out.
"Fuck." Isa replies. "Now get me out of this," pointing to her collar.
i was wondering why my old ass post blew up, thank you for the shoutout Peach-sunbaenim! đđââïž amazing writers like you inspire me to actually write every 3 months đ
âHi!â You open the door to find a brightly smiling lady in front of you, her eyesmile enchanting.
âHi, you must be Haseul?â
âYes, thank you for sharing your place with me!â
âOf course, welcome, let me take your suitcase.â You operated a AirBnB type thing in Korea, and you were very happy with Haseul applying to take a weekend off at your place - She seemed nice, and more than a little surprised when you looked her up, finding out that sheâs a girl group member.
âSo, what brings you here, staycation?â
âYes, just wanted to get away for a little bit.â
âI get that a lot. Okay, let me show you the place,â With suitcase in hand you lead her to her room, âHereâs your room and the keys to it, the apartment key is also on there. It has a bathroom attached to it, so you have everything you need in there.â You place the suitcase in the room and lead her back out. âFeel free to use the kitchen if you want to do any cooking, the living room is a shared space, use it like you would at home, Iâm usually in my room anyways.â
âGreat, thank you! Are there any quiet hours or anything like that?â
âNoâŠ?â
âOh okay, I like to sing, so just didnât want to do it if you sleep early or something.â
âNo problem at all, just treat this like your home, and sing as much as you want. Iâll let you unpack and stuff, my roomâs the one opposite yours, you can find me there usually, let me know if you need anything.â
âOkay, nice to meet you!â You nod politely and return to your room, going back to the video you were watching before she checked in.
Haseul was a quiet roommate, you occasionally heard her singing from her room, but other than that you didnât really interact much with her - you saw her rarely, only waving and greeting her when one of you was eating in the kitchen. You caught her a few times without makeup, but even then she looked pretty.
On the last night of her stay, you heard her shout âWhat?!â loudly, even through your headphones and two doors, so you went to check on her.
âHi Haseul, everything okay?â
âUmm yes, so I have bad newsâŠâ She begins, biting her lip as she tries to find a way to break said bad news to you. âI have to quarantine, a close contact tested positive.â
âOh, Iâm sorry to hear that.â You reply automatically, before her words sink in. âOh, oh, you have to quarantine⊠here?â
âIâm afraid so, sorry about that.â
The situation fully sinks in. âDo I have to quarantine too then?â
Haseul nods and rubs her hands apologetically, begging for forgiveness. âIâm so sorry I got you into this! Iâll pay for the extra days or something, Iâm so so sorry.â
âNo, no not at all, I took the risk on operating this place anyways. There will be no extra charge. Please stay in your room and let me set things up for us.â She thanks you profusely as you leave, your mind running way too fast, and also a little scared about getting infected. You knock on Haseulâs door after half an hour, noticing that she has put on a mask.
âBit late for a mask indoors,â You chuckle, watching her take off the mask sheepishly, âAnyways, I have labeled out separate cookware for us, we each get our own side of the table and couch. We have our own bathrooms, so should be okay there. Let me know what you want to cook and I can order groceries for you when I get mine.â
âGreat, thank you so much⊠and sorry about this again.â She looks so cute when apologizing, you almost wanted to hug her. You settle for patting her shoulder.
âNot at all, I know it must be hard for you too, you were promoting your new song right?â
âOh you know about us?â You nod and she smiles, before her mouth drops open. âOh my god I wore no makeup in front of you! Ahhh!â
âItâs fine, what am I going to do, take pictures of you with no makeup?â She looks at you in horror before you quickly assuage her fears. âIâm joking, Iâm joking, Iâm not, I swear Iâm not! Youâre just here as my guest, and thatâs all, whatever you do outside Iâm not interested in.â
She calms down a little bit, but not before ducking back into her room and putting some basic foundation on.
âPlease Haseul, you look fine, for what itâs worth you looked better without the makeup.â You try to calm her down.
âPfft shut up, and thanksâŠâ
âYeah, soâŠâ You trail off as well, not sure what else to say. âEnjoy your quarantine I guess, Iâm sure itâll go by quickly.â
âThanks, you too!â She says, and you cross the hallway to your room.
The first few days was easy - it was just staying at home and watching Netflix. You listened to Haseul sing a few times, enjoying the tunes coming from her room when you left your door open. The two of you would stagger meal times so as to not be eating at the same time. Occasionally she would sit on the other end of the couch from you while the two of you were lounging around, both of you just chatting, happy to have some social interaction while in quarantine.
Books left unread on a coffee table, post-it notes on the wall reminding family members to get their laundry done, a whiteboard on the fridge with scribbled-up plans for what to eat. Saturday. The whiteboard is empty today. It has been for months. The post-it notes are for people who have long since moved and the books are never going to be read. Your house was messier when you first settled into it. Now home is just the steel and concrete walls, gorgeous architecture yet too much space for one person. Home is a lonely place. Even though youâre a social person, especially with the nature of your work, you havenât truly been social in a while. Itâs only half not your fault with lockdown and whatnot. Unfortunately, thereâs no substituting what actually makes a place cozy: remnants of everyday human life.
The next best thing is a pet.
Bright and wide eyes flick up to meet yours when you open your front door. Your pet is below you. Even in the simple action of her glare, her alluring voice rings out in your mind and calls you with the million words of urgent pleading. Only feet below you when you glance down, yet she is far further underneath. Clay isnât as easy to mold. The girl knows her place so well; she even has the keycode to it. Not that your home is her own. Not yet, at least.
She shudders. Under the appetite of those eyes draw a few tired lines. Living a similar life to hers, you would have more sympathy, that is, if your bulge werenât straining so much. Or if she hadnât missed a weekend with her busy schedule.
As she kneels down, the moonlight silhouettes a distinct outline of her fine curves through the grand windows of the foyer.
Maybe if her bare body werenât so provocative, you would be a little more lenient. Besides, lenience in this situation would probably constitute dragging her to the couch, mounting her plush chest and giving her a little extra time to inhale.
Small hands fold into her lap and she patiently anticipates her orders. Clothes scatter the floor of the entrance hallway. Her soaked underwear to her right, black lace bra to the left, and in between them, an expensive black dress.
She had a picture wearing that dress on her Instagram storyâyour garden was its colorful backdrop. Good thing you know a thing or two about privacy yourself, keeping your collection of flowers for your own eyes. Otherwise, there would be a lot of questions, articles, and red circles with red arrows making the obvious connection.
The only thing left on her body is a metal chain collar and a smile. Itâs a cheeky simper, a proud grin where the corner of her mouth curls up just a pinch more than usual. She understands its effect. Beautiful pale skin, silky smooth legs. Tight toned stomach, large soft breasts and a perfectly round ass. Cherry red lips that belong to you, lips that stain your body when you demand them. Yet more than all of that, her smile incites a fire within you, and she knows your need to wipe it off her face even when she isnât doing anything wrong or mischievous.
People play games with pets. You donât keep a pet just to watch it wander. Well, not true, your aquarium in the living room is little more than decoration. However, this pet is active and eager, even when she kneels nearly motionless. Tilt her chin up and gaze intently into her eyes; desire shines through their dark color.
"Name?â you ask.
âYena.â
âIncorrect. Try again.â
âSorry.â
Tug on the collar and Yena bites her lip, stifling the escape of a breath that she holds in. âStill wrong.â
She knows the right answer but she knows, more importantly, how you need to punish her mistakes and how she wants you to treat her. A stronger tug urges a response though her voice first comes out as choked noises. âAghâI have no name. I am nothing but a toy for my master.â
âGood girl,â you say, loosening your grip. Run fingers through her raven locks and firmly grab them. Yena's head jerks back. The grit you add to your voice is unintentional, but it helps. âWho do you belong to?â
âYou, master. My only purpose is to serve you and give you pleasure.â Her words are shaky but they're also genuine in their imploring.
âNever forget that.â Caress her chin then her cheek which you give a gentle slap. Her thighs close shut. âWet already?â
No need to touch Yena to know that she drips from between those full thighs. Itâs in her loose eyes that your stare probes deeper into, the firm nubs that her pretty breasts flaunt, and the ragged breaths that she lets slip her mouth. âYes, master.â
âDo you expect me to do something about that?â you ask, giving her surprisingly ample tits a harsh slap, their recoil enchanting you. When you watched her from the sidelines, only a few of her stage outfits boasted this key quality of hers. Now they're laid bare for you to play with as you please.
âNo, master. My pleasure always comes second.â
Yena whimpers, clenches her thighs tighter, and heightens her pitch with every strike until those whimpers are mewls. Spank her tits again repeatedly, each smack louder than the last. âGood answer.â
The sharp pain only wrings forth more wetness from her pussy.
âGood kitten as well. At least you know better than to make a mess of the floor. Whatever.â A final smack on those tits, leaving red the same shape as your hand. âAgainst the window.â
No hesitation. Yena straightens her posture and retreats so that her head and back are flat against the tall glass wall behind her.
âTake these off,â you demand.
Yenaâs hands move with a dancerâs grace to unzip them. Free at last. Her eyes widen as they always do at the erection standing tall, overcasting her face. Your pet wets her lips with her tongue, careful not to touch you lacking your permission since she is a millimeter away and the slightest breeze would cause that tongue to touch your dick.
You know her defiance leads to the same result. You know that cock is going down her throat either way.
You know she just wants to be a good girl.
âYou know what to do.â
Her lips press the tip of your dick with a careful urgency, decorating it with its first red smudge of many. A bit of spit, a bit more lipstick, she leaves fresh marks wherever she can. Thereâs plenty of shaft for her to kiss around, a lot of flesh for her to worship. At times, sheâs hungry and rushed but at others, Yena slows down and adores your erection properly.
Sheâs a lot easier to satisfy than most pets. Even your fish need the right amount of food, the ample space they take up, and sufficient oxygen in the water.
Meanwhile, you donât have to put in any work for your dick to be so hard for her. If anything, Yena is the one working hard, licking at your length like itâs a treat. Her tongue is insatiable, elongated all the way out of her mouth. Several swipes, but itâs not enough; Yena must taste all of your cock, as though it were her favorite candy. Despite how hard she tries, all she licks away is the red lip stains on your shaft.
By a simple nudge of your hand, you wrest control of your cock away from her and find out just how wanton your kitten is.
Yena is depraved.
When you depreciated her, she was delighted, appreciative.
Now sheâs depressed, deprived of her carnal confection depressed on the pillows of her lips.
âAwwh,â Yena whines and pouts. Animalistic instincts tell her to open her mouth wide and stick out her pink tongue again. Slapping your dick on it several times, her eyes signal her readinessânot that you would wait for her.
Your swollen tip parts her delicious plump lips when they tighten around your hard flesh. She does the work, by sucking softly and hollowing her cute puffy cheeks for your width. It feels luscious but you want it to feel better. You donât intend on delaying any longer, only waiting for her to bob her head for you to get the right angle. Your hands rest on either side of her head while your fingers wrap in her silky hair. Keep her skull pressed against the wall as you bury your shaft down her throat.
âAhk,â Yena gags. Apparently experience doesnât help since she always gags, in spite of how many times she swallows your dick. You donât care because you thrive on the sounds she makes. The slurping and gagging noises when you fuck her pretty mouth against the wall are music to your ears. Her eyes water as you shove your length into her mouth like the toy she is. Though warm and familiar, you never mistake that familiarity with her throat as bland because her tight muscles are the perfect sleeve for your cock to piston into.
âTake it all, kitten,â you growl, her cute nose meeting your stomach with every thrust. Streaks of mascara drip down her face, her makeup beyond repair as she hungrily chokes on every inch of cock.
Your pet is reduced to pure sloppiness, the only thing pure about her. Her lips spew drool like a leaky faucet, turning her breasts into a glistening mess. It's the way Yena looks at you and begs for rougher treatment with a pouty glance before your hips put in overtime to use her face against the wall without any care for her comfort. However, that look inspires an uncharacteristic kindness from you. In a way.
âTouch yourself. Youâve earned a little pleasure.â
âTh-thank you, master,â your pet replies when you exit her ravaged mouth for a moment. Her voice is raspy. Whenever your cockâs tip drags past her lips so that she can utter some more gratitude at the roughness, that voice becomes more raspy and dry, despite all the spit.
She knows not to be greedy, only squeezing her bountiful breasts and pinching her nipples, understanding how much you delight in the view. Itâs not like it bothers her one bit. In fact, the contrary, as her previous attempt at avoiding a waterfall between her legs by pressing her thighs only rubs and stimulates them further. That wet spot underneath her thighs might even tarnish the hardwood.
Her moans vibrate around your cock to urge for even more roughness.
Grip the back of her head and fully stuff her throat. Her breath isnât relevant. Nothing else in the world is other than your pleasure and Yena wouldnât have it any other way. The apotheosis of your pleasure surfaces to the forefront of your mind in warning flashes.
âThatâs enough, kitten,â you say as you release her raw throat. Several strands of spit connect her mouth to your cockâs tip while more spills out of her freshly used lips. The display alone is tempting but itâs too soon in the night to conclude by the front door.
Yena would whine again at the emptiness in your mouth if she weren't too busy gasping for a taste of oxygen.
âStand up,â you command, barely giving her a chance to recover as her breaths become heavy. Your pet rises from her knees in an instant and you notice how theyâre red and sore. âWere you kneeling the whole time?â
âYes, master.â
âDidnât you get my texts when I was in the driveway?â
Yena places her hands behind her back and raises her eyebrows, unsure of your point. She could have gotten on her knees when she received the messages, maybe she could have made herself at home with a glass of water and a rest on the couch before she got in place. Itâs not as if you were going to check over your security footage for her behavior. Though now you have new ideas for the future. One of those pet feeders with the camera is going on your wishlist.
Instead of cat food, you would dispense that jelly she likes and let her eat it from a steel bowl whenever sheâs a good girl.
This would be one of those times she gets a prize. Of course, itâs only natural that she should kneel the whole time. She should wait for her master, even if the floor is hard, even if she has to wait for an hour.
âSuch a good pet.â As a reward, grab the leash at the coat rack.
The few recent guests that you had at your house often asked about what breed of dog you had. A better answer than the truth, you told them it was for your fish.
Attach the leash to her collar, yanking on it with little affection. Before you drag Yena around the house, she reverts to her stance on her knees, though now with hands on the ground to crawl. Her tits dangle, her nipples stick out, and she staggers at the force on her neck and the fatigue already settling in her body. She doesnât need a tour of the house, but it gives you an excuse to recover. While Yena is built like a doll to exhaust all day, you still need to save some stamina for wetter and warmer holes, for more fuckworthy positions.
Naturally, the comfort is solely yours. While you walk through the living room, the kitchen, and the courtyard like a sapient person, Yena is on all fours. While many animals pant to cool their bodies because they donât have sweat glands, your kitten pants and sweats at the same time anyway, though her tongue droops out not as much for heat but when she breathes heavily to recoup some energy herself. Itâs an applaudable endeavour considering youâve never used her body gently. Plus, she can never know if you might take her right now, possibly bringing her to the elevator and fucking her on the floor.
Youâre in no rush to lead her through the halls of your home. The property is vast. Every ceiling is greater than one regular story tall. It would be prudent to map it, then frame that map for future visitors. Realistically, thereâs only one such person in near purview.
Pause for a moment in the gallery of paintings before entering one of your many staircases. A shame youâre not fucking her here.
Slight bruises form on her knees when she clambers up your stairs, but sheâs happy. You pass your closet, a bespoke room bigger than her bedroom. Most people get to see her clothed, ravishing in many different styles, however, you would rather have the striking sight of an exposed Yena by the foot of your bed.
âHow do you want me, master?â
âJust as you are, but on the bed.â
âYes, master.â Your pet crawls up next to you.
Another seamless silhouette on the bed, again lit through the three clear walls of your cantilevered bedroom by the night sky. Just as familiar of a position as Yena on her knees, she is face down. If she could see anything, she would know that nature stares back at her, your estate surrounded by bamboo and other greenery. Thatâs not the property that matters to you at all. Her ass bends up, compliant and ready as always.
Pull on the leash and align your cockhead to her inviting opening. One entrance to dip your shaft for a taste, and it doesnât take long until your dick shoves into her, balls deep, and her dripping wet heat clenches after every harsh thrust. Somehow rougher than youâve ever been, pound her cunt with a newfound fervor. Yena wants to be your personal fucktoy.
So be it then.
The motion of her hips reciprocates every time you buck yours. Your length scrapes her clean of her juices and it draws each breath out of her without heed to the natural rhythm of her respiration. Yena is lost and heady with desire when she desperately puffs for more air.
However, she isnât that lost. âMmph!â comes out muffled as she screams into a big pillow which deadens her volume.
No oneâs going to hear her in the bedroom, other than possibly some deer or birds. Unlike in her dance practice room, the broadcasting stationâs bathroom, your car bent over on the hood behind the busy cafe, Yena can be as noisy as she wants but instead she holds herself back.
Not having any of that, yank back hard on the leash when she attempts to fall into the mattress. The first two tugs are in time to each deep rut inside, then after the third time, Yena learns, realizing that you want her to be nice and loud. Her back arches perfectly as her fingers clutch into the sheets, yelping high enough that you swear the windows might shatter. Itâs understandableâyour shaft sunders the small kitten in twain and no amount of her restraint can hold back her voice.
âAhh! Masterâs cock!â
âThatâs what I wanna hear.â
While one hand continues its grip on the leash, the other takes turns on her cushy butt. Left cheek. Right cheek. Initially, firm grasps indent the soft flesh with your fingers and each of its nails, though the softness of her ass and thighs beg to be slapped just like her tits. You succumb and emphatically smack that rear. âAah! Fuck!â Yena shouts.
Punish the profanity that she lets slip with harder spanks. âI said you can scream, not fucking swear.â
Yet more profanities fumble out and your relentless cadence continues, both with your hands and your cock. The cycle of sounds endures as flesh claps against flesh and Yena puts all focus on staying loud without breaking your rules too much, wanting to leave some of her ass unscathed. Unfortunately, itâs too late, her butt tenderly stinging and her voice losing its intensity. You still ram her from behind with the same depth, the same speed, and the same strength, even when all thatâs left is feeble whimpers and indolent sways of her waist, much slower than your own.
âC-can I cum, master?â
Donât even dignify that with a response. Breathe through your nose, your lips pursed at the replete gratification around your cock, wet muscles swathing the whole length at a slightly prolonged stroke. Grab each cheek and splay that ass so that you can find the tight, winking ring above where your dick stays warm. A forceful spit, then your index finger teases at it with circles tempting to penetrate it.
âPlease,â Yena sobs, much softer than normal, âMay I cum, master?â
âNo. You know the rules. Not like you deserve it anyway.â Your pet pays little heed to your fingers testing the entrance that sheâs never even toyed with before. While you continue flirting at the dark hole with one hand, the other takes the stringy mess of clear wetness that leaks below her, the same juices that give your cock a veneer visible even in the low light of the nighttime.
Deeper into her pussy you embed yourself, her walls clasping and throbbing out of control. Aware she is finding it harder to hold back with her wild panting and moaning, you ensure she doesnât get what she wants. Pull out then yank her onto her knees while you stand up on the bed. Yena holds herself back, only displaying disheartenment with her pouting bottom lip that sticks out. She keeps up her enthusiasm anyway. âAre you going to paint my face, master?â
Too involved with chasing your own orgasm to respond, you stroke your cock inches from her gorgeous face. Yena gives it a few careful smooches, unsure exactly when youâre going to cum because more than anything, she doesnât want to waste your art by having it fly over her head onto your bed or anything else other than her face.
âIâm nothing but your cum dump, master. Please cum all over me, cum on my face, please master!â
Her begging always sets you off. Your last sight is Yenaâs precious features, contorting in anticipation. Vision goes white while your legs tremble a tinge. The perfect canvas to use, you cover her in warm creamy streaks, emphasizing on her delicious lips until her entire face stains pale and sticky. Globs slowly drip from her chin while she sucks you clean with unmatched spit and polish. After a final mouthful, your conclusive bursts find their way down her throat to join the pre-cum already imbibed.
âThank you, master.â Yena grins in satisfaction while she scrapes most of the seed on her face with her fingers.
After some heavy breathing, hers and your own, you both fall back onto the bed in relaxed sitting positions. Turn on the lights in your room with a switch on your bedside. âName?â you say with a chuckle.
The charade dates all the way back to your first meeting. After a win at a music show that your group managed to sneak over IZ*ONE, you asked her a simple question on stage to her confusion. Back then, you just thought itâd be funny.
Now, it means a little more.
âYena.â
Even when not in character, you brush your fingers in her hair like itâs a petâs fur anyway; it gives you as much comfort as a real pet would. âGood girl.â
âThat was really fun, oppa.â
âThanks. You look great, Yena.â
Yena rubs her fingertips and plays with the semen on it before she licks it up. You get up from the bed.
âWhat, no thanks?â Toss her a towel and she wipes herself down.
âYouâre gonna say that while Iâm cleaning your cum off my face?â
âIâm saying that because of it, not in spite of it.â Unfasten the leash from her collar. Only now do you strip down to match her nudity, even surpass it; at least she has that collar. Flop onto your mattress and sink into it as every muscle relaxes in the radiance that follows your climax.
Yena cuddles up next to you in your bed after she gets the last sticky drops from her eyes. She really is a little kitten, curling up and fitting snugly in your arms. Only the sounds of waning respiration fill the room while her warmth fills your heart. Doe eyes look up at you until her blinking slows down to halt when her lids close. Eventually you end up similarly restful and in your post-orgasm rest, you become contemplative.
Bright lights. It's all roles. Performances. Itâs impossible to completely separate yourself from your image, your persona is an extension of you. Serious yet friendly to the camera, while always charming and suave. You exaggerate your character, you focus on the key points that draw people in. She grasps this as well as you do, having trained for years. No need for a script, no need for acting classes, people always present an outward identity that isnât a perfect replica.
Dim lights. It's all roles and performances too. Somehow, itâs the same and so very different. Again, this isnât you, this is an exaggeration of you. Youâre not a strict leader to your group but you become an overbearing owner in the night. Instead of reaching for external traits to amplify, you search for the truth inside of yourself. You need someone, a girl to bend to your will. Thatâs not the sort of thing you could admit out loud, which is why youâre fortunate to find a person so eager for her own truth, to be shaped and toyed with in the dark.
The question of which is truly you is a difficult one. Neither? Both? Questions fall to the wayside when fatigue takes its hold.
âŠâ§âŠâ§âŠâ§
Light or dark, itâs more accurate to say both right now because though only blackness lies past the windows, within them, you forgot to turn off the light. Thus you stir, especially with Yena wriggling in your embrace, inevitable that one of you would wake up in the middle of the night.
âIâve been thinking,â Yena whispers to break the silence. Her sultry tone entices you, it sparks warmth within you.
Open your eyes. The first thing you notice is how Yenaâs nose almost touches the tip of yours, the second is the time, closer to morning than midnight. Finally, your own face looks back on the wall, the light in the room with the darkness outside creating a mirror.
âEver since the groupâŠâ Yena pauses with a finger on her lip. âYou know. Iâve been living with my parents.â
âYou sure? Feels like youâre living here.â
âI know, I know. In fact, I told them I should find a place closer to all my activities. It was kinda tough explaining it to them but I had to try. Just needed somewhere to call my own. I love them, but itâs not the same as having my own home, umm, a new home. Iâve never had a new home before, or really lived anywhere other than my parents house and with IZ*ONE. I guess itâs not that uncommon at our age, but still, look at you...â
Put a hand on her shoulder to calm her thoughts down. âHold up, hold up, thatâs a lot to take in. Arenât you gonna move into Yuehuaâs dorms?â
âThat stuff is still pretty up in the air. But not yet.â Yena puts the finger resting on her cheek on your lips. âShh. I need somewhere to stay for a few months at least.â
âGood luck with finding a place,â you say with a wry smile.
âOppa! Lemme convince you. I know this place is really expensive, but do you need all this space? Just to live alone? Theyâre gonna find out that one of Koreaâs biggest love song writers is a complete loner eventually.â
âYena, this is definitely not closer to your projects. You couldnât get this kind of forest downtown. Trust me, I looked. Plus, I donât think itâll go over too well with the press. Iâm an idol too, remember? When they find out I have an idol myself as a live-in fuck kitten, that wonât be fun to deal with.â
âW-well, did I say thatâs what I was going to do?â
âAlright then. What is your method to convince me then?â
âUm. A dance?â
You scoff.
The basement has plenty of places for natural light to enter, with skylights from the courtyard letting ample enough in to see, even in the quiet hours of dusk. However, only lit by the moon, itâs much darker than the upper floors of your house. Itâs nonetheless sufficient to avoid tripping over things such as iron plates, the squat rack, the rowing machine. You can also see the many mirrors in the open concept lower floor, leading to the entertainment room with its bar and projector, its floor a comfortable grey carpet. Itâs more of a man cave than a dungeon, something you wish you considered during renovations as it would be appropriate now.
A metal chain connects to a load supporting column, on the other end, a familiar collar. Yena crawls around in a circle, thankful for the softness of the floor, and she repeats her words like some sort of mantra to acknowledge her bedroom roles. âIâm a nameless pet. Iâm a toy only useful for her holes. I love when my master fucks those holes raw, but it doesnât matter what I like.â
âVery good,â you acknowledge your kittenâs performative talent with an understanding that it comes from an authenticity within her. âYou know you left your panties here last time.â
âYes, master. I thought youâd like them.â
âTheyâre dirty. I guess that suits you though.â You take the underwear from your pocket. Earlier, you dressed yourself again and retrieved a pair from the stash while Yena followed her instructions to head to the basement. Pink, but more importantly, âStained with my cum, your juices. Didnât you wear this on stage too? Panorama, right?â
âOf course, master.â Throw the panties at your pet. It lands on her head, but it falls off, so she bends down and picks it up by the teeth, making a ball in her mouth. âMmph.â
âSuch a well-trained kitten, didnât even know they played fetch. Thatâs more for dogs, but I donât mind. Iâm just not sure what you want.â
She drops the underwear to talk, but paws at it playfully while she does. âI want to please my master. I need to.â
âOnly for today?â
âNo. Everyday please, master.â
âWell, this is my house and if you want to stay in it, I donât care when your schedule is. Youâre going to be here like a good kitten when I come home, right?â
âYes, master.â
âHere to suck my dick and wet my cock with your fuckhole on your knees and on the floor whenever, correct?â
Her nods are brisk, more assured. âYes, master.â
âIn that case, weâll call it a deal, okay kitten? You can seal it with a kiss.â
Yena looks up at you, unsure for a moment, but quickly comprehends your request. Unzip your pants yourself, then she crawls towards it, panties balled up in one hand. Slowly back up, teasing her by keeping your erect length inches away.
âDonât you want it badly?â
âI do, master!â
Grab her hair and slap her. âYour voice should be no louder than mine unless I tell you to, is that clear?â
She bobs her head up and down in swift approval. Yena sobs, though more at the lack of dick in her mouth than the punishment. When you reverse all the way to your bar, she continues moving forward, limb by limb. So close to your cock, yet when she leaps forward, the chain tautens and yanks her backwards which snaps her head back. You rush down to her level.
âAre you okay?â you mouth and she nods promptly. The fullness in your voice returns and you roll your eyes as you stand up. âKitten wants my cock so badly, you turn dumb for it, right?â
âYes, master.â
âGive me the panties,â you order. Yena complies, a meek paw handing them to you. The musky scent overwhelms you. Itâs the same scent between her legs right now, the same scent on your sheets.
Before she joins Everglow, that scent will mark the whole house.
Conversely, if she doesnât end up joining, it only means youâll have more time for her to adjust to her new life. Whiff one last time before you set the cloth on the counter. Take your shaft with your hand and bend it towards her. Yena struggles but manages to ghost it with the tip of her tongue. Her licks thirst especially for the dot of white that dribbles from your slit, but out of her reach, she mewls and whines again.
âTsk. You already have so much milk in your tummy. I didnât even mean to feed you, I just wanted to slather your face and greedy little kitten had to eat it all up.â You rub your cock on her cheeks and forehead while you draw in a sharp breath. âHsss. Tsk, I shouldâve punished you then.â
With considerable weight, the slap of your cock on her face leaves new imprints to match the now pinker hand marks on her tits. Yena squeals with each whack but she keeps her mouth open and her tongue lapping, even if she can barely graze your erection. She pulls back and inhales deeply before a strangled noise indicates how she travails for a taste.
After enough to soak the underside of your shaft, you acquiesceânot out of any care to fulfill her wishes but just to balance out the moisture on your length. All you need is a slight buck forward and her mouth pounces on your dick, every drop of her drool coating it.
Yena takes her hands off the floor and holds onto your tip with her lips to keep her up as she tries to scoop up all the saliva. By twisting around the base of your rod, her right hand supplements the work of her mouth, unable to take you all the way down as the leash still constricts her, while her left hand gently toys with your sack. Instead of using her face like any of her other holes, having already done that moments ago, you let the raring girl assume responsibility. You donât need to tell Yena not to get it twisted. The struggle between her hungry mouth and the collar on her neck cautions her that youâre in charge no matter what.
The travertine countertop digs into your hands as you lean back. âFucking hell, youâre insatiable, arenât you?â
âMhm,â Yena hums in a low moan around your cock.
âLike itâll be the last time, nngh, when thereâll be plenty more in the future.â Shift your weight off the bar and right foot after left, shuffle in a circle around the column that fixes her.
Yena follows you much like an adorable baby duckling.
She canât quack right now though. Again, your kitten keeps her mouthâs grip on your rod firm and steady even when the rest of her body is unsteady while she shuffles likewise, though on her four limbs.
You reach the back of the leather couch in your entertainment area, admittedly squirming as much as Yena because of her resplendent suction. Lower yourself behind the sofa until youâre seated on the floor, misusing the sofa for the sake of convenience. A longer chain would have been judicious, to let you sit on the cushioned seats, but you had no time nor willpower to think when you tied up Yena to the pillar.
Even on the rare occasion where youâre willing to bring yourself to her level, she doesnât bother with eye contact, breathlessly bobbing her head away. Yena lets your cock free from her mouth, though still in a supplicant bow in your crotch, between your legs. âMaster, please, may I ride you?â
âDid I say stop?â You spit on her face. âDid I ever say you can ask me for anything?â
âN-no. Master.â
You spread the spit all over her dainty features. While she wiped most of her makeup clean the first time, thereâs still plenty to smudge, to vitiate the girl as the cock-hungry slut she tries so hard to be. To make your point, grab her chin and urge her to look back at you. Her eyes glaze with a speck of lust, a little more with fear that drives it. âClearly you have more to learn. Youâre lucky Iâm spent. Get on top of that dick.â
Yena stifles a happy squeal before she carefully backs up. Slouch against the couch and the ground. Sure, the posture isnât the best, but she needs a little more give in the chain for her to ride you properly. While your petâs exigency to fuck your erection amuses you, sometimes you have to be more practical to chase your high. The two of you wordlessly find the perfect distance so that she can mount your lap while alleviating only a touch of pressure on her throat. As a substitute, fingers wrap around her neck. They donât give more tension than the collar, but you press their tips anyway into the sides just to remind her true position, even while sheâs physically above you.
âAre you going to cum without my permission?â
âNo, no, of course not, master.â
âOkay. I donât need to tell you what to do, right?â
With a hurried nod, Yenaâs legs wrap around your waist. Though you canât see much in the barely lit room, especially with the tits that distract your vision, the light touch and wetness of her cunt on your head inform you that her heat trickles out of her ambrosia, even more than before. She brings her body down, at first holding on to your shoulders, though recognizes from your stern glare that she is not to touch you. Yena puts her hands behind her back, and as a result, needs more force to split herself onto your cock. At every prior encounter, she was content leaving the hard work of penetration to you. The natural lubrication is almost not enough for her to kiss the base of your length under her own power.
You come to plenty of realizations, even as Yena accelerates the bouncing pace of her ass. She always enjoys something around her neckâwhether itâs a collar that marks her as your property, or your strong hands that do the same when they leave purple on her milky skinâbut by the way her pussy flutters every time you inflict more stress on her throat, you only now realize that itâs also about denying her one of a personâs most basic needs, the lack of air intensifying her arousal.
Though even the simplest of animals need to breathe.
âMaster!â Yena cries out between strangled puffs of air. âYouâre so big, hah, and you fill me up, hah, so well.â
"Didn't know a pet could talk like such a slut, but I guess my kitten's always in fucking heat huh? Telling me she needs to live here, she just wants to be a fuck hole all day, isn't that right?"
Your kitten doesnât need to nod or vocalize her agreement in any way, you can tell by how little she pays heed to the chain that holds her back by the neck. Despite the fetter, Yena rides you as though your erection might disappear if she doesn't fuck herself onto you hard enough, if she doesn't cum all over your cock. Every bracing jerk up and down causes you to slump further into the floor, further into the couch, so you back up to fix your stance.
In return, she has to bend back herself, the chain unyielding as her ass follows your crotch in its repetitive motions. Once you reach your couch with your spine upright, Yena has to hold herself up on one arm behind, with her toes barely touching the floor in the awkward pose.
âI call you kitten but youâre acting like a slutty bunny that needs to be bred with how you bounce on that dick at any cost.â
The words set her off. âMaster, please, I need to cum,â she says.
She doesnât need to say it. You notice easily. The tightness is obvious.
More tellingly, her hands replace yours on her neck and youâre too adrift in your own lightheadedness to object. Plus sheâs much less lenient with herself than you are.
âCum, cum, master, please, I need it,â she repeats between uneven sighs.
âHmm.â You pull yourself back up to a better posture, even if it means not leaning back on the couch. Kiss into her neck. It only brings her closer to her demise, especially when you leave more purple after you increase your suction on the sensitive skin. Your pet knows she needs to hold back. While youâre tolerant of her blubbering fucked-out disarray now, consequent punishments may cost more than one orgasm.
More than whatever sweet floral soap mixes and the territorial marking musk of sex, the smell of desperation hits your nose. Yenaâs neediness is fragrant with the sweat splashing between your two bodies and saliva from her lips, kept open in a constant âOâ with pleasure. âCum,â she rasps, though the sound barely comes out as a syllable from her slack mouth.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack. The sounds of her ass leaping up and down hold you just as spellbound as the rest of your senses.
âRight,â she says, eyes wavering and searching why you arenât answering. So Yena isnât even trying to bait another punishment with an incorrect answerâor rather, request. Instead, she needs your friction, some stimulation on her tender little clit, anything at all but she is too absent in bliss to ask properly until now. âMay I cum? Master?â
You hum and haw, your fingers rapping the floor. Your insouciance contrasts Yenaâs vivid zeal, the sloppy expression that her face wears, her legs straining and bending to shove her ass all the way down your cock. Her pleasure doesnât matter, but you canât deny how it influences you; besides, you feel your vigor waning and need her walls to milk you dry so you can cum as well.
But is she a good enough girl? Her body is so delicious, her role, her act, her kitten routine so practiced, you might not even ask and concede to her if you were a weaker man.
âAre you a good pet?â you say by some remnant resolve.
âI am, I am!â
Before you can tell her to go ahead, Yena slams down, your cock twitching as much as her insides. âNot good enough,â you grit through your teeth.
Reenergized, assume control and fuck your dick up into her by bucking your hips. âNot good enough?â she whines, her tone falling.
âNo.â Though the end product is the sameâyour shaft leaving and entering her bodyâyou start to bear the brunt of the work, the brunt of your crotch into her butt that you hold up with two hands. Instead of Yena riding you, powerless to your cock, you claim your kitten as its rightful owner with your torrid plunges. Her breeding hole is glad to accept. Youâre unable to lean back into the couch, because each thrust is so vigorous that it brings you closer and closer to the column. Jam your feet into the carpeted floor to redirect your momentum into Yena.
âIâI, I donât know if I c-can hold itââ A particular graze of your cockhead against a sensitive spot interrupts her.
âI didnât. Say. You could. Fucking cum,â you declare with stern pauses.
Internal heat melts your breath away, then sharp throbs originating from your crotch restarts that breathing. Youâre near.
âIf youâre going to be a good fucking kitten, you go at the word go, every single time. You suck at the word suck, ahh, ngh, you kneel at my command, and most importantly...â
Yena yelps and pulls back when you jab a couple fingers at her tummy, where a distension disappears and appears faster and faster, before your tongue sticks down her mouth and exits just as quickly.
âFfffâŠâ Hot air escapes your lungs when your focus shifts for a second back to the incredible sensations wringing your cock. âWhen I breed this messy pussy, you better remember your proper name. What is it?â
âNothing,â Yena cries out.
One stroke.
Two.
âCum.â You add approving grunts and slip a finger between her legs to help along, even if the single word is all she needs. Clear liquid spurts from her crotch, a slicker fluid joins the tensing muscles around your cock, and Yena whimpers with her lips firm against yours, slobbering and drawing out air and pleasure as much as she can. Her up and down motions dwindle, but her whole body palpitates.
The order is as much for you as it is for her. You can empathize with Yena. The earlier warmth and pulsations collide, and in that collision, they explode. Bright lights and dim lights dance in your vision again, even when the room appears darker than it ever has. Yena ensconces you wholly, from her limbs and tits clinging to you as much as her cunt, to her ever-present, ever-changing sounds that reverberate in your spacious basement. Unintended moans, your deep sighs of pleasure, her needy mewls looking for a last surge in her climax. You join in her reverie, your attention to the outside world fading. Every fateful meeting with Yena rolls through your mind, every role that you play. The inside you and the outside you blend as one while your sticky seed blends with her juices, its viscosity making her pussyâs suction unbearable. Yenaâs tongue blends with yours too.
Work through the stimulation anyway. Shots and more shots of your cum fire into her edacious chamber.
You can only coax your eyes open for a moment to observe your artistry.
Beautiful pale skin stains with all sorts of red and purple and spit, while silky smooth legs quiver. Tight toned stomach bulges with your cock, large soft breasts press into your torso with its stiff bumps and a perfectly round ass ambiently jiggles with every ounce of your load, every spasm of your cock. Cherry red lips smear against yours, revealing a lighter natural color.
As you disconnect from your kiss, the two of you suspire, breaking the thread of spit to fall between your chests, though hers is more glossy wet. Yena smiles. Itâs weak, but as proud as ever, its corner upturned like before.
Your hearts find its timing once again, her chest bumping heavily against yours. Some lazy grinding before she unsheathes you, and her breasts uncompress as she backs up though she straddles you. Yena takes whatever leaks and fingers herself with sticky digits.
âStill want more?â you ask.
âMhmm.â Her reddish cunt is sore but she entertains herself with her hand anyway.
âSo your nameâs still not Yena?â
The kitten shakes her head.
âGod, youâre gonna be a lot of work arenât you?â
You peel the girl off your thighs, soaked with all sorts of fluid.
âNow if you really want a new home, be a patient pet for me, okay?â you say, as you grab an extra set of keys on the bar counter. âYou might still be in the mood, but Iâm just one guy. I need some air. Iâll be back later. I better find you in the same clothes you have right now, you know, like a good kitten. I wanna see you outside in my garden when I get back.â
Yena holds back a smirk. While she takes off her restraining chain, she keeps her collar on. Even if it hides the faint bruises, it designates her as your owner all the same. âThank you.â
âWho knows? Maybe peopleâll put two and two together when I post the pictures to my story.â
A dark Sunday dawn is perfect for a scenic drive.
A pet frolics in your garden.
A pearly trail drips out of her like a tail.
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AFF, AO3
Shout out to @existslikepristin for their amazing feedback (you can also find them on AFF). This goes without saying but also shout out to Peach. Already told them this but I always wanted to expand on some quickies and I ended up choosing Pet, over my own quickies, plus this jumped past my very useful draft list, even over my own Yena draft. That's how much I liked it. Hopefully I did it justice.
genres ⧠the sort of thing that trips your antivirus; budding porn star!Jiheon
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âIsnât this shit kinda exploitative?â you say in the dressing room. Well, itâs more of a big closet, but the porn set is just a house anyway.
âDude, sheâs eighteen, right there on the driverâs license,â the director says. He has tribal tattoos, a puka shell necklace, and honest-to-goodness flame patterns on his dress shirt. His existence alone would revive Friendster in 2021. The smell of his AxeâPhoenix?âbody spray is so heavy, he would kill it again in 2022 when people smell him through the internet.
Baek Jiheon, April 17, 2003. Hate the way the light draws attention to the date, even if she isnât much younger than you. âI guess I feel weird about it.â
He taps his foot. The guy looks like he has to dedicate all his brainâs resources to do it. "So like, when does it stop becoming weird?â
âUhh⊠Eighteen and a half?"
"Okay, so. Um, what if we shot this a day earlier than that then? Hmm?â
Tilt your head.
âHow 'bout two days earlier? A week?â
âWait, wait, wait a sec. I know where this is going.â
âOkay, chill, when sheâs not legal, stop there. Whatever. But like, actually think. Man ain't bald 'til there ainât hair on his head.â
"Wow. Didnât know Eubulides was a sleazy porn director."
âThe fuck Obladi Oblada you talkin' about? Fuck you, Iâm not sleazy. Anyway, you ever check the actual legal age?â
âWhat the fuck! Eugh.â Crease your face in disgust. âFuck's wrong with you?"
âGet off your high horse. Remember Friday?"
Petite, smiley blonde, small breasts, easy to work with and handle for the scene.
"She was like, so coked out of her mind, she couldâve changed her name to Tuesday with how little she paid attention even though it was like Wednesday in the first place!â He waves his arms in the air, as if he said something so clever.
âWhatever you say, dude.â
âWhat? Not funny? Iâm just saying! None of this shitâs real man. Itâs all legal. Who cares? At least donât feel weird about the bag. Plus you know, like, getting to fuck a tight young bod. Heh. Hehe.â
The director gestures at the outline of a human-sized Coca Cola glass bottle, then proceeds to spank it, having a great time imagining air jiggle even when you walk away.
You find Jiheon in the bathroom, touching up her makeup. Her pink hair stands out to your eyes at first. She looks more like someone who would make subpar Onlyfans content rather than gonzo porn. To be fair, she would make bank doing it when you catch a glimpse of her adorable face and the curves, especially on her waist. The sash really accentuates how fit she is. But you have to stop yourself from apologizing before saying anything else.
âAhem. Look, I gotta say, Iâve fucked a lot of girls.â
âThatâs good,â Jiheon says without sarcasm, nonplussed at your confession. Her eyes swivel and strike into yours.
âWh-what I mean is, I donât say this often, or at all really, but if you need help or something...â
âWow.â Her lips exaggerate opening to say the word. âIâm getting a porn actor to simp for me. Really?"
âHuh?â
Jiheon caresses your muscles. âOppa, tell me, why do I need help?â
Avoid her eyes before you eventually reply. You donât mean to back her up to the mirror. Her thighs squish against the corner of the sink as she leans backwards, but she shows no discomfort. Jiheonâs not really the one stuck in a corner. âOkay, you got me, you fucking got me. The fuck are you doing here?â
âTsk. I wanna hear it,â she says in a sing-songy voice.
You sigh. âIâll put it in plain words. I fuck six to sevens caked in makeup. Do anything else. For fuckâs sake, sell ice cream in the winter and put your face on the advertising. Why are you here?â
âDoesnât sound like plain words.â
âYouâre too pretty to be here. Get out. Touch grass and smell the morning air, please.â
âIsnât that the best part? Seeing a cute innocent girl like me become a slut for porn?â
Your mouth falls out of your mouth. Jiheon's mouth curls into a smile. Itâs blinding.
âBut what if I like being fucked by strangers?â she asks, her voice rising. âPlus youâre guaranteed to have a nice cock! Soo, you said you fucked a lot of girls before right?â
Nod slowly. She turns around, bends over on the sink and licks at her lipstick. Her asscheeks poke out from under her shorts.
âWell, Iâm an adult now. Fucking use me like one.â
You really do have a crisis of faith. Why are you here? Is this really right?
It lasts two seconds with Jiheon wiggling her ass.
What an ordeal, getting your porn-approved cock to fit between her denim shortsâLeviâs fits well around her legsâbut youâre in such exhilaration that you donât bother with stripping.
âOh? Really? Youâre gonna miss the hole like that?â she asks teasingly.
Slide up and down between her legs. Your lips rest on her neck, but your touch has to be light, donât want to have to redo the makeup. Then again, you look at her in the reflection. A hickey before she even starts would suit her. Could really play up the promiscuous angle in the scene.
âI wasnât going for that. Your legs looked great but I had to check if they felt just as good,â you say.
âDo they?â
Itâs more like her wetness is doing the heavy work of making her texture feel great, but you let her know anyway. âThey do.â
âNow thatâs that good dick I was looking for, f-fuck.â
As your cock slips into its desired home, Jiheon smirks in the mirror as she reverses her butt into your crotch, trying to hold in her volume. She has you wrapped around her finger. Well, her pussyâs the one doing the wrapping with its incredible friction, even tighter than the fabric of her shorts, but you take no time to consider the consequences. Grab onto the sash around her waist and thrust up. Each one is its own event, which is incredible considering how many girls youâve fucked. Every fold is magnified on your sensitive shaft, the slippery walls clasp and ease perfectly in sync with yours. You only get a dozen or so in before youâre interrupted.
âFilming in ten!â
You might be thankful for the interruption. Itâd be embarrassing cumming in a minute after all the talk. Her tightness drags you along by the cock for a few steps anyway before she lifts her ass, disconnects herself from you to earn a grunt from your throat, and then skips away.
âSo, my bud here was having a little dilemma or something,â the director says. Look away from his gaze.
Jiheon looks at him, then the camera, then back at him. âOh, I donât think thereâs gonna be any problems here. Isnât that right, oppa?â
âYep. Great.â
The two of you practice your positions on the couch and take some promotional pictures before the main event. There isnât much of a script other than the physical action, just like how there isnât much of a crew other than a lighting guy, a mic guy and the director, now a photographer. You donât actually penetrate her in the photos, finding clever cinematic angles in more exposed states of dress. When she takes her solo shots for the cover, you note her modeling ability. She really could be doing anything else, but instead sheâs here, choosing to get paid to fuck on camera.
You have a feeling it isnât even about the money at all.
âPose. Pose. Pose.â
Canât really move. Jiheon is on top of you, her ass weighing down on your dick in a reverse cowgirl stance, though her legs are in between yours as though sheâs giving you a lapdance. With each âPoseâ, she drags her ass back. Forth. Back and forth. Bite your tongue to not let out some stupid moan.
âHey girl, whatâs that on your neck?â the director asks.
âOh, we just had a little, hmm, practice session,â Jiheon replies.
The director rounds his mouth. âW-well, you shouldâve filmed that.â
âGood point!â Jiheon looks back, her bare, perfect pussy bearing down on your cock. âNext time,â she says in a loud whisper.
Her entrance swathes your cock and a single motion would wriggle it inside.
Jiheon does more than a single motion.
âDamn, is this recording?â The director says, setting his DSLR down for the larger camera. âWhew, it is.â
The light bounces off her milky skin and youâre blessed to receive that light, to watch that ass bounce over and over again on your cock. She goes for a long time, the director taking the film camera and putting it next to your face.
âYes, yes, yes, I fucking love this cock,â she rasps.
Light guy mirrors the director and puts his thumb up in approval to let Jiheon know this is great footage.
Girls usually need lube to ride you with this kind of intensity. Clearly, Jiheon isnât a usual girl.
Match Jiheonâs pace to create photogenic ripples on her ass. As it turns out, Jiheon is built to be on camera because her juices are delectably creamy around your shaft and her lips grip in a way that would make any viewer jealous. Most other guys would be done here too, not a chance theyâd last this long with Jiheon riding for her life.
Good thing youâve had your beauty rest. Fucking two other girls in a day also helps, but the most important thing is counting in your head to distract yourself. Itâs a bit like counting sheep to try to sleep, but instead it's the number of thrusts into her pussy to focus and last longer.
Jiheon dismounts and lays on top of you. Her soft tits press against you as she kisses and her nipples are firm enough to tickle your chest. The ends of your tongues meet like sheâs trying to make her ends meet. No, itâs too passionate to be about money.
Maybe sheâs a great actress.
âAlright, thatâs probably enough of that. Put your clothes back on by the way, we gotta get a striptease for the camera,â the director says.
She licks at the string of spit between her lips before she picks her clothes back up from the floor.
Past the first bit, thereâs little improv and the porn scene goes nearly to script. You can tell Jiheon is a great dancer. Her form is much more graceful than the other clumsy girls who can barely pull their panties off without tripping. To be fair, she has a bit of trouble taking hers off herself. The wet spot in her pink panties isnât just decorative, she has to peel the sticky thing. Guess you shouldâve filmed the preliminary scene after. Then again, yet again, it looks great on camera.
Jiheon takes off her halter crop top and her simple black bra with a flirty wiggle as she pulls the clothes up.
Interrupt her to add one more moment of unrehearsed content. âKeep that waist strap thing. Itâll look great, really shows off how tight your curves are.â
âI know itâll do more than look great. And I know some other things that are tighter,â she says with a playful lilt.
Her smile is maddening. Itâs cheeky, almost as much as her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth turn up in a way that makes you want to fuck her face. Thatâs not in the script though. Youâre content with what is. Sit on the couch with your hands behind your head. The director circles around the two of you as Jiheon kneels in front of you, then he settles on a spot above your shoulder to get your point of view.
What a gorgeous point of view. Jiheon stares and crosses her eyes at the firm length on her nose and mouth. âItâs so big and mouth-watering. Mhm.â
âSuck my dick then. Make your mouth water,â you say.
She pouts and nods, then licks at it, all the way from your balls to right beneath its tip. Jiheon rests her tongue there for a moment. âAhhh. You wike the way my tongue feehs on yoh cock?â
âYeah, thatâs the ticket, baby.â
Jiheon takes a sniff from top to bottom, revelling in your length as she slobbers from head to base. Then she takes it down her throat at once while her tongue drags along the bottom of the shaft. She knows exactly how to spit the right amount to create strands that shine in the harsh light before she slurps it up.
âThatâs right,â you say, noting her eye for detail when she looks up at you but quickly focuses back on the camera.
Those eyes flutter and plead as though she doesnât already have exactly the cock she wants. Jiheonâs gags are few and far between, but she adds the lewd noises that everyone craves such as vibrating moans that signal just how much she enjoys the dick in her mouth.
Grab her dyed hair. Itâs sweaty, the ends are covered in spit and precum, and itâs all frazzled. Her makeup is much the same.
âYou look pretty like this though. Thatâs right, youâre such a gorgeous little cocksucker, arenât you? Down girl.â
Still on her knees, she turns around and gets her hands on the floor as well. You kneel too, lining up your cockhead with her entrance with one hand while the other gives her ass the slaps it deserves. You also slap her perfect pussy with your shaft three times before you propel forward. The tightness of her lips succumb to the width and you have to hold in your groans.
Donât wanna be that guy that selfishly fills the audio with your sounds of pleasure, even though you know women watch this too and enjoy your noises. Instead, you consciously manage a fair mix of sound. The wet slapping of your waist against hers, your moans, her moans.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty.
With a finger curling against the corner of her mouth, she sucks on it happily like itâs your dick. To be honest, you do it to cut Jiheonâs only amateurish habit of repeating âYeah, yeah, fuck, yeahâ to let the viewerâs ears breath.
Good to know youâre putting a smile on the sound guyâs face too.
Sheâs right, it does more than look great and of course, you already know from your earlier rehearsal, but the sash on her waist is even better fucking her in doggystyle. Itâs unfortunate you have to switch positions every five minutes, though youâre a bit thankful, you need to last as well. Jiheon is too great at pressing her legs together to squeeze your cock.
However, changing stances so often also gets tiring. Cowgirl. Missionary on the couch, with you on top, holding her chin and whispering sweet nothings, then her on top, nibbling at your ears and lips. You even pick her up, her legs around your waist and your hands on her butt. Jiheon is just perfect to hold in your arms as you thrust into her.
âUse me, stud. Use me like the fucking toy I am,â she whispers. âBreak me in. Show me what a porn star can do. Be honest. You like fucking someone as young as me right? You love ruining eighteen year old girls with this cock, turning them into addicts. I think I might be too. I think I might be too. I think I might turn into a fiend for this dick, you know that? Youâre a bad person. Ff, fuck but you have a great cock.â
You donât mind leaving some things off the record.
Youâve lost count. Who cares about records?
The director has to tap on you to remind you youâre on film. âG-great. Great scene, really passionate.â
You hate him a bit but it helps. You would carry her all the way to your home and continue this scene without an audience without the reminder. As well, while you definitely enjoy your job, you appreciate the breathers before the facial scene.
âOppa, whatâs the syringe for? Gonna give me my third dose or something?â she says, hitting your arm where itâd be vaccinated.
âRight, we didnât tell you, this is a lot better anyway. Itâs just moisturizer and lotion that looks like a heavy load.â
Jiheon sticks her lip out. âWait really? But, but, I really want your cum on my face.â
A breath through your rounded mouth. âMaybe we can do that later.â
Even as you stroke your dick with two hands, you have trouble holding your climax in for the first time in a long time. Usually the camera guy blocking a view of the girlâs face helps stop that. You attribute it to Jiheonâs zealous pre-production, though itâs more like a pre-game instead; she looks sufficiently cock-drunk on her knees. She seems unsure what to do with her hands, whether to put it on her thighs obediently or help you along with your handjob, but itâs too late when she takes her hands off her knees.
âIâm gonna fucking cum,â you say in a low voice as the director spurts the fake load from above the camera. The white viscous fluid gets all over her cheeks, eyes and tongue. She tries her best to appear excited as she licks at the goo around her mouth and spreads it but you know thereâs a bit of disappointment in her face.
âAaand cut. Seriously, great scene everyone!â
Everyone claps, so you join along.
As you learn quickly, Jiheon is quite the method actor, she loves immersing herself in her role. Jiheon pulls you aside to the bedroom and keeps that same expression, not bothering to put on clothes while the film crew wraps up. She even takes off the final article of clothing, that sash, and gives you a show while sheâs at it, turning around and flaunting her perky ass as she pulls the fabric down
âSo, we are working together again right?â
âCanât say I mind.â Itâs pretty funny how quickly you accept your change of pace, but youâre already here anyway.
âIâm really looking forward to our creampie scenes,â Jiheon says with a huge grin. She aligns your cock in her squat, while you lie down on the dusty bed, your hands unable to react.
âUm, Iâm not paying you for this.â
âDoesnât sound like a no to me. And sure you are, mmm,â Jiheon moans when she grabs your cock and teases her pussy lips with your tip.
Her noises of pleasure are more realistic than in her scene. Or at least she doesnât sound like a dentistâitâs like all amateurs make the same hissing inhale sounds.
âThis dick is great payment.â
Her enthusiastic ride on top also starts much like in the scene, but it becomes a tight embrace as you sit up against the back of the bed. Her lap slams into yours. Youâre closer to a bumbling virgin than porn star, doing nothing while this irresistible girlâwomanâjumps up and down on your dick. Warm pulses inundate your body, sealing the deal.
âSorry, I donât think, hah, Iâm gonna last too long.â
âThatâs fine, this was supposed to be my cum earlier.â
You growl while your pistoning speeds up. âShit, Iâm gonna fucking, Iâm gonnaââ
âCum inside? Yess. Do it. Do it, do it, cum inside, cum inside my pussy, paint my little pussy, coat it, fucking give it all. Please, please, pleease.â Even when sheâs not being recorded, Jiheon sings a dirty song and wraps her legs around your waist like itâs the last thing sheâll ever do.
Somehow, Jiheon clamps around your cock even harder and you canât do anything but seal her lips in a deep kiss. One pump, two. You always count. But now all you can count are the seconds that your brain is mush as you give Jiheon the creampie she wants. You explode inside of her, everything throbbing and writhing, so all she does is hold you and kiss you tighter. Her lips are sealed but you can hear her mumble words of appreciation in your mouth. Again, Jiheonâs juices lather your cock white, but this time when she dismounts slowly, you can see your cumâs contribution.
Maybe it doesnât play as well on film, but real semen looks great being cleaned up by an eager mouth with Jiheonâs face hastily finding your crotch. Itâs soft again and maybe a little sore because she hasnât stopped sucking away, but the blood rushes back to your loins as quickly as it left.
Jiheon spreads her ass prone on the mattress in front of you and youâre like steel once more.
She turns her head and smirks again. Thatâll definitely be a signature look for her in the future. âWe should get the camera for this one. Your loadâs gonna look really good dripping out my pussy onto your cock.â
Jiheon pulls on her cheeks further. Her gooey lips almost refuse to part, like two lovers unsure if their relationship is worthwhile, stuck together only by circumstanceâcircumstances in this circumstance being a string of girl cum and your cum.
âCâmon... daddy.â
With your sore, throbbing cockhead, you help them break up.
What a messy breakup.
This shouldnât be on camera.
However, you canât deny the picturesque allure of Jiheon coating your shaft in circumstance.
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AFF, AO3
This was originally a quickie but Jiheon is too hot. Someone had to do it.
đš a/n: this legitimately took me like 5 months to write and im still not that satisfied why are smut scenes so hard (pun not intended) to get right omg
"Y/N-ah... oh fffu...Y/N-ah..."
Your eyes groggily flicker open, opening wide at the sight in front of you.
Your friend since middle school, Jo Yuri, her sheer pink top desperately hanging off one shoulder and panties around one leg as she grinded her folds against the bulge restrained by your underwear. You felt a distinct dampness welling below, whether it was from you or her, it wasn't certain. Yuri quickened her pace, made possible by the puddle forming over your underwear. Yuri began to buckle out of sheer pleasure, suddenly crossing her arms over you and holding on for dear life. Despite her overwhelming feelings of stimulation and pleasure, Yuri's pace hadn't even begun to let up.
"Yuri... I... I'm close... I think i'm gonna..."
Poke.
"Do it! Ruin your boxers for me! Mmmf oh fu..."
Poke.
"Y/N... Y/N... Y/N!"
Your hand slapped at the finger poking your cheek, jolting you awake.
"Y/N-ah, you're out of popsicles! Go buy more!"
You groggily open your eyes for the second time that morning to see Jo Yuri, your ever-annoying childhood friend, playing video games on your TV. After confirming you were awake, Yuri leapt up and plopped back down at her nest of popsicle sticks and wrappers, picking back up her controller and unpausing the game - the volume exceedingly loud and giving you a headache. A second headache that is; the first one is currently killing zombies on your living room floor right now.
You had been having these uncharacteristic (to say the least) dreams about Yuri recently. It was strange, you had never looked at her in that light until these dreams had started. You couldn't understand why; to you, the girl sitting on popsicle trash mimicked a fat dragon sitting on its stash of gold.
"Aish, I died. Y/N, what are you doing? Popsicle time!" Yuri motioned circles with her fingers, signaling you to hurry up.
You got up from bed and stumbled over to the girl, towering over. Yuri looks up at you and gives a disingenuous, mischievous smile. You angrily pinch her cheek, making her wince and groan in the process.
"What do we say, Yuri-ah?"
"Oww... the strawberry... get the strawberry flavor..."
You pinch even harder.
"Ahn! Please! Strawberry please!"
"That's more I like it. I have an errand to do, so I'll be back in 2 hours."
Yuri massages her now violated cheek. "2 hours?! It's 90 degrees out I need those popsicles!"
You toss on some sandals and open the door to leave, but not before yelling as the door closes, "Then get them yourself, dummy!"
"Hm, I guess they're closed on Saturdays. Guess that brat'll get her popsicles an hour and a half early."
You trudge home, having practically sweat through your entire shirt in the 30 minutes you were outside. You wanted nothing more than to take a cold shower in the comfort of your own home, so you quicken your pace.
"Yuri-ah, delivery."
No response. Huh, maybe she went out after all, you think to yourself.
You kick off your shorts and sandals and throw off your shirt, content with being alone for what seemed like the first time in months. You head straight for the shower, opening the door without a second thought.
In front of you stands a fresh out of the shower Yuri, one hand holding a towel over her lady parts and the other attempting (and only partially succeeding) to hide her petite breasts.
Not a word was uttered between you for what seemed an eternity, even when Yuri forcefully shoved you out and slammed the door in your face. You're somewhat glad she did, the sight of the scene and the thought back to the dream you had this morning started to cause a swelling in your pants.
You lightly slap your cheeks with both hands, hoping some blood would rush to your other head instead.
A few minutes later Yuri pops out in an oversized t-shirt, hair still wet from the shower. She looks at you, then the box of popsicles on the counter. Still without a word, she swipes two bars and rips one open before plopping down at her gamer nest once again.
An awkward silence fills the room, before Yuri clears her throat, attempting to acknowledge the elephant in the room.
"Y-you know, people usually pay to see that."
"H-huh?" you mutter, startled by the broken silence.
Yuri takes one look at your flushed face, almost reinvigorating her brat-like energy. A mischievous smile appears on her face as she turns around, flat on her stomach still facing the TV.
"Cat got your tongue? Understandable, after seeing a body of my caliber~" Yuri jeers, kicking her legs in the air in the process. The girl was still wearing shorts under her oversized tee, but the majority of her lower half - particularly her plump thighs - were exposed. You hated that she was right.
Hoping to clear your mind some, you walk over to the couch off to her side. This only served to give you a crystal clear view of Yuri sticking the popsicle into her mouth.
"Mmf, shih." Yuri swears, having died in her game. Hands occupied by the controller, Yuri kept the popsicle in her mouth purely out of suction. And it sounded like it, too.
"*schlurp" Mm, I tolh you to get sthrawberry! *schlip*" Drips from the popsicle drool out of the side of her mouth. Yuri pauses the game to free her hands, trailing the streams of drippings with her finger and bringing it to her tongue, suckling on it to make sure it was licked clean.
As soon as she was done with the popsicle, Yuri tossed the stick aside and snaps her fingers at you. "Another please! Consider this payment for your fap material later tonight, hee hee." Yuri jabs, with a wink and a demeaning giggle.
At this point you were very obviously aroused, whether it was Yuri's intent or not you didn't know. But strangely, you were also angry. Like you wanted to get even.
A lightbulb dings in your head as you jump up to grab a popsicle. You open the now partially melted bar, and bring it over to Yuri. You crouch over the girl's legs, still stomach down on the floor.
"Eh?" Yuri looked back behind her, locking eyes with you. Without breaking eye contact, you flick your wrist down, slapping the back of her right thigh with the popsicle.
"Oops."
"Ahhn! That's really cold!" Her squirms under you only signal you to rub the popsicle around her thigh even more.
Yuri's squirms lift up her shirt a little, exposing her lower back and giving you an idea. You raise the hem of her shirt with one hand and touch the popsicle to the dip of her back.
"What the fffu-! Ah! Not there!" Yuri tries to swipe behind her with one arm, but has to return to her controller for the game. You get another brilliant idea, now taking the popsicle to the side of her neck.
"Ahhhn!" Yuri recoils, turning to hide her exposed neck. "Mmf...dammit... I just took a shower..."
You couldn't tell what pushed your buttons more, Yuri's moans or seeing the brat princess not being able to act high and mighty for once.
You look up to see Yuri had already powered the game off.
"Get off already, I gotta take another shower."
Yuri lifts off the ground with her arms, but you gently push her back down.
"Nuh-uh, I'm getting my money's worth," you say without thinking.
"Wait, wha-"
You grab onto Yuri's grape flavored thigh. Your mouth begins to water. Your brain can't think of anything but 'devour'. Flipping back the switch in your head, you hesitate for a second, wondering if you were pushing this too far. A bead of sweat drips down your brow. You take a gulp, and start to get up before Yuri interrupts you, grabbing at your shirt from behind her.
"Yuri, let me go, this isn't right we should-"
Yuri pulls you in harder.
"Make me."
This little slut. You dive in.
Your tongue trails Yuri's thigh from the behind of her knee to the bottom of her cheeks. One more run through. Another. The grape flavor of the popsicle became intertwined with the salty taste of sweat, clouding your mind until all that was left was the taste of Yuri. Yuri squirms, but not in an evasive way like before. This... this was pleasure.
You lift up and off the rest of Yuri's shirt to reveal her bare back, not having put on a bra. Your tongue trails from her lower back to her nape. You plant kisses on your way up, sending gentle jolts of electricity down Yuri's spine.
"I can't... mmf... take anymore..."
You move up to hover over her neck, kissing once before sucking, hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. Make it two.
"Fuuuuck, right there... harder...daddy..." Yuri's eyes go wide once she realizes her slip up. "I, er, mean... I didn't..."
"Fuck it. I want you to fuck this tight brat cunt silly. Daddy." Yuri demands as she turns around and wraps her arms around your neck, that mischievous smile returning where it belongs.
The switch in your head shifts into overdrive after hearing your new nickname. Yuri was your annoying best friend. Now she's your little toy.
You caress Yuri on the cheek, admiring how beautiful she looks wanting to be destroyed. You kiss her on the lips; she deserves a little reward. Yuri pulls away.
"When I said harder, I meant har-"
Choke. You shut her up with a vice grip on her throat. She responds with a smile. Your grip loosens, and Yuri takes a second to catch her breath.
"*cough* Whew, p-perfect. That's all this little slut deserves. Again."
Choooooke. Yuri's face turns red, from arousal or desperation, it doesn't matter. Your free hand wanders down Yuri's body, taking a pit stop pinching her perky nipples, until it finds its home rubbing against her folds through her panties. You feel Yuri's legs kick against the floor behind you, ecstasy building on her face. Yuri taps out, her hand slapping against your arm.
"Ah- *cough cough* fuck that was hot. I can't- *cough* I can't be the only one having all the fun."
Yuri reaches for your erection, rubbing up and down through your underwear.
"Not yet. One more thing." You reach for a pair of pants left on your couch and pull the belt from it's buckles. You make a loose loop and place it around Yuri's neck, then proceed to tighten it. Not hard enough to block airways, but enough to lead your pet around with ease. Â And lead you did, dragging Yuri on all fours down the hallway into your room and onto your bed.
"You've got me where you want, Daddy. Now what?" Yuri utters, followed by a smirk and a lip bite.
You straddle Yuri's chest, erection full mast in front of her face. Yuri reaches to pull your underwear down, Your entire length nearly smacking her in the face. Yuri bites her lip in anticipation, stroking your rod up and down in the meantime. "Go slow, I don't think I can take the whole-"
You interrupt her by pushing your tip against her lips, which immediately purse open in submission. Against her wishes, you invite yourself to the back of Yuri's throat, thrusting in and out. To your surprise, Yuri's eyes were kept open, no tears nor redness in her face; a slight smile even forming on her face. Seeing this as a challenge, you plunge the deepest you can go, keeping yourself there for a particularly long time until Yuri starts to gag and taps out on your leg.
"You held out for a while. Have you been practicing?" you say, caressing your pet's cheek as a reward.
"*cough* I don't tell you to buy the jumbo popsicles for nothing. *cough cough*"
You shuffle backwards off Yuri's chest, finding yourself between her legs and in open view of her utterly soaked panties. With a Pavlovian response your mouth starts to water; your hands move on their own to practically rip her panties from her legs.
In missionary, you rub the length of your shaft against Yuri's folds, feeling a burning heat akin to the surface of the sun with each pass through. Eventually the slickness becomes too much, and your tip unwittingly finds its way inside Yuri.
"Nnnh... n-now this... this you really have to take slowly..." Yuri utters out, her voice trembling with overstimulation.
Feeling sincerity in your pet's words, you enter as slowly as your temptation allows. You watch as Yuri's folds try their hardest to accept this foreign object, feeling her walls clamp down on every inch of you. Until, finally, you bottom out as your hilt rests against her entrance.
"Holy fuck daddy... if you move an inch I'll cum..." Yuri says, stretching out her entrance with two fingers.
As much as you'd hate to admit it, you felt the same. To endure the edge of your climax you crash your lips into Yuri's, years of want and passion paying off in a single kiss. Your tongues dance around, each of your individual juices now mixing in two places at once. You pull away to see a strand of saliva leading from Yuri's tongue, sticking out from the overstimulation. Her eyes were now glazed over, overwhelmed by the two-front attack.
"Yuri, I can't hold it..."
"Mmmh, mhm." Yuri musters out, words escaping her thoughts only to be left with mindless moans.
You start thrusting, in and out, slowly rising in speed. Yuri loudly squeals, throwing her head backwards, her nails digging into your back. Yuri's walls clamps harder than you can ever imagine, thrusting now a laborious yet gratifying endeavor. The pressure builds, and builds, until...
Pop.
You spurt seemingly endlessly into the depths of Yuri's core, her walls pulsating with glee. You collapse forward, lips colliding now listlessly yet satisfied. The room is silent apart from your individual breathless pants.
You lay on your back next to Yuri, who cuddles up next to you on your chest. You enjoy this moment of calm.
That is, until you remember it's 100 degrees out.
"Yuri, it's hot.." you say, as you to try peel Yuri's arm off your chest.
"Mm-mm." Yuri says in defiance, now clinging onto you with a death grip.
"Yuri you little-"
"Brat. But you love it." Yuri nuzzles her cheek into your shoulder.
âȘ: âTears well up but I wanna hold them back, because itâs the moment to place them in a secret music box in a corner of my heart and forever wind it back.â
âIf youâre gonna leave, maybe I should go ahead too and fuck my ex then!â
You tapped your feet with your hand on the door frame. The front half of your body is as much in the home as your back half is out of it.
Haseulâs legs crossed together on the sofa and she was much shakier than you. An hour of shouting culminated in the air taking on the irate girlâs heat literally. She bit her lip, her fingers digging into her palm in the momentary quiet. It was because of your fortitude in silence, the same way you got good deals at furniture stores, the same way you won arguments with friends, the same way you dealt with annoying customers at the pub you worked at. When you knew you were right, by letting them simmer in the awkwardness, they could reflect on their words while you looked into their eyes to coax the answer you wanted. Downtown Itaewon was a bustling place and Danbam, your workplace, proved no exception thus resulting in its fair share of drunk dolts that some plain old eye contact could help with.
This skill wasnât proving to be that effective right now though.
âMaybe I should, donât you think?â Haseul continued her shouting, trying to replace the stillness with unnecessary vibration.
She didnât have a right to be mad, she knew you were only here to pick up your phone, but what was supposed to be a speedy and casual conversation gradually turned into a fairly one-sided argument when you mentioned spending the night at your exâs for a couple of drinks. That was a mistake. According to the overbearing lady in front of you, it wouldnât just end in getting drunk, plus Haseul wouldnât stop griping about falling for your exâs schemes. Yeah, right. That woman was as cold as winter could be. Haseul had no reason to be this jealous, she was just a colleague and a fuck buddy, but she often quickly became feisty. You usually managed to keep calm, even when it came to your ex, but the repetitive, heated conversation was frustrating you to no end and you were on the brink of snapping.
Haseul stood up, her posture as though she were ready to stomp towards yet her feet were planted by her bed. "Sure, he was awful but⊠he could still fuck me better than you ever could!"
What a fucking brat. She was riling up, and for what, to stop you from heading to your ex's place? Despite her strong words, she looked small, her head down after looking at you after you clenched your jaw. She became even smaller, almost ducking when you slam the door and tossed the only reason you were at her house into the couch. Uncaring for the state of your phone, you stormed over to trap Haseul between your arms against the wall. You towered over her. Within seconds, a switch changed your demeanour from annoyance to pure anger and lust.
âI fucking dare you to say that again,â you said sharply. Her breath faintly touched your skin, while your weight against her wasn't faint at all. Constant and elevating warmth radiated off of both you and her though your anger always made her shiver as though she were freezing instead. Haseul held in her expression though and obliged with your request.
âMy ex could fuck me better than you, happy?â she said nonchalantly whilst smirking and tilting her head to the side.
You chuckled darkly after hearing her remarks. âYeah? Tell me how he fucked your tight little pussy. Were you screaming and begging him to stop like with me? Good one. Could he fuck you as dumb as I can? Could your oh-so-skilled ex make you cum three times in a single night? I want the truth, sweetheart.â
You made sure to use her bedroom name in vain.
"Tell me he really turned mommy into a bumbling slut."
Both you and Haseul knew that these claims were nothing but fiction. Haseul's ex had never made her cum; in fact, she often had to do it on her own. Not because of her ex's stamina, but rather how little he had actually cared about her pleasure during those times together, which is what led Haseul to set up this whole friends with benefits relationship in the first place.
Haseul couldnât ignore how your words had gone straight to her cunt brimming with need by the minute, leaving her incapable to think of a clever response. One thing that was obvious from your perspective was that she was fighting the urge to admit how spontaneously your words affected her. Instead, Haseul scoffed and rolled her eyes, deciding to finally rebut. âYeah, he could. At the very least, I actually liked him. I fucking despise youââ
âDarling,â you interjected with no doubt in your mind, wanting to prove that you surely could do a lot more and turn her self-control over to your literally itching hands. âYou donât have to love me to admit that you love fucking me.â
âYou could never fuck me as good as the other guys." Haseul only deceived herself, knowing you could see straight through her.
âIs that so?â Your eyes flourished not only with lust, but with rage, as you challenged the woman in front of you.
âYeah, if Iâm being honest, youâve been the worstââ And with that, you spent no more time. You grabbed Haseul around the waist and lifted her over your shoulders, carrying her into the dimly lit bedroom. From the organized books on her shelf to the ironed blankets, the place was just made prim and proper a while ago. Too bad she was just about to make a mess out of it again.
After throwing her onto the bed, you yanked your shirt off and tossed it carelessly on the floor. Haseul, trying to put her eyes somewhere else besides yours, couldnât help but notice your lean body. Toned abs, the v-line cutting off just where your tight black jeans and rusty belt stopped. No wonder she always got jealous, she didn't want anyone else to be under the bedsheets with you. With such luscious thoughts, her head was snatched in a haze. Inside the awfully silent four-cornered room, the only thing audible was Haseul's breath catching in her throat.
You climbed on top of her, placing yourself in between her legs. Wasting no time in lowering your head down to kiss her neck, you left faint bite marks. You reached your hand in your pants to rub your core, drawing a soft gasp from you before you could stop yourself. âYou hate me, huh? Your pussy says otherwise. Youâre fucking dripping, baby. Is that for me?â
âFuck, Hwang! Holy sh...â Haseul slowly grew a little more desperate than intended, as if her whole being orbited around yours. âFuck youâ was one thing she wanted to say and also do. All she could think of was how come you were so damn good with your words and your body, while she was barely able to formulate her own sentences.
âAll you have to do is tell me you want me, baby. Iâll make you scream for meâŠlike you always do.â As you chuckled from the sentence you just produced, Haseul craved you. She couldnât deny it, and as time went on and you continued rubbing circles around her core, she found herself whining. Slowly, Haseul succumbed under your command. The once elegant woman's hands became needing as it reached up to tug at your arms.
âJust fuck me Hwang, god!" Haseul exclaimed. You smiled at Haseul, pulling your fingers away to tug her pants off before pulling your own. As you finally stripped each of your underwear, you flipped her over before she arched her ass upwards. Haseul was eager to feel you. With a loud groan, you lined up at her core and pushed your cock into her, releasing all the frustration pent up as hardness. Haseul gasped into the mattress as the feeling of your throbbing shaft inside her dripping cunt got too overpowering for her to stay quiet.
âSuch a fucking brat, you can never play nice even when youâre asking me to fuck your tight pussy.â Given her current position, you realized that she couldnât exactly respond so you pulled out and swiftly overturned her. You had your hard shaft balls-deep into her wet cunt once again, eliciting a bare moan from her that was too dreary to be heard before. You could see in it her eyes that it was burning with passion. She was dying to say the words âfuck youâ. But those mesmerizing glass balls of hers that stared right to your very soul didnât stop you from pounding her, your body beginning to want more despite being so incredibly worn out already because of the extreme fatigue from work.
âGod, I fucking hate you Hwang,â she said unconvincingly into the mattress. As stubborn as Haseul was still, she found it harder to curse you out as time went on. âFucking asshole, I hate you so damn much.â âYeah? Say it again then.â You chuckled darkly as you observed her eyes flowing clear of hesitation. âJo Haseul. If you hate me so much, then why is your pussy clenching so hard around my cock?â Haseul better thank the heavens above that her face was hidden from your view just as you said such vulgarity, otherwise, you wouldâve seen her unruly ass biting her lips that were thirsty for more.
Tensions were at an all-time high, yet despite the atmosphere, you still didn't get a clear response from her after a few moments. Demanding at the very least for some sound to come out of her mouth, you slapped Haseulâs plump peachy ass hard. Physically impotent under your overwhelming grasp, it made her yelp and spring forward. You grabbed her by the waist and held it in place, preventing Haseul from moving away from your hips as you finally decided to continue fucking her drenched pussy.
âJo fucking Haseul! Answer me when I am speaking to you! Why are you clenching so hard around me if you hate me?!â She was startled and couldnât respond, at least not coherently. She was in total disbelief with this behavior of yours and in a little exasperation as well. But she didnât want to surrender to her obvious desires, so she stood with her hypocritical conviction. Instead of replying, she lifted her head up from the mattress slightly.
âFuck you,â she said before collapsing once again to the viscoelastic foam and letting out a teeny-weeny moan.
You were usually the submissive throughout many sexually induced escapades with Haseul and recently, even your very own landlady. Much to your own surprise, you were tremendously annoyed at Haseulâs constant brattiness for it was almost a reflection of your very self, and with this newfound temper, you absolutely thrived.
As much as Haseul had pissed the shit out of you, you equally loved and utterly craved her curvy body. She felt incredible around you and it made you lose your mind hearing Haseul curse at you, all while taking your warm cock inside her cunt. Yes, you hated her right now for the things she brought up and assumed, but you couldnât get enough of the raw passion you felt as a result. You spent no time reaching down and gripping her hair, forcing Haseul to pull herself up so you could bring your lips right next to her ear. âThatâs not the answer I was looking for, honey. Do I need to fuck it out of you?â
âPlease, Hwang.â Without doubts nor reconsiderations, Haseul begged and nodded, too immersed in pleasure to acknowledge what she had said, like a bunny in insatiable heat. She mentally cursed herself and you for it, and as much as she hated to admit, she appreciated your grins and snickers parallel to how you loved hers.
âSo you want more? Then take it, Jo. You naughty girl.â You smirked before pushing her head back down into the mattress as you gripped onto her hips, roughly slamming your dick into her wet hole. Haseul began to moan louder, the pleasure taking over any coherent thought she could possibly have, echoing through the tight corners of the room before the beautiful noise landed on your ears.
âIâm gonna cum, you di... O-Oh fuuuuuck! D-Daddy, Iâm gonna cum! Fucking hell!â Daddy. You couldnât help but laugh your heart out with how this woman, who had ordered you to always call her mommy in bed, was now so deep in her desires that she had forgotten her position. This only meant one thing in your quick-witted mind; you finally had her under your control. You decided to take things a bit further for your own greater good.
âAsk permission first,â you demanded as you started to slow down the thrusts just enough to irritate Haseul. The last thing she wanted to do was to keep begging, especially for someone like you. You were her submissive fucktoy after all. Haseul tried her hardest to hold back to avoid this, but it was no use. She knew that if she didnât continue to beg you, an orgasm might not be a possibility at all. Unbeknownst to Haseul, what you had continued to say next made her swallow her pride. âGo come beg⊠little puppy.â
âPlease?â Her tone was unsure at first but she quickly understood what you wanted as your cock lied wretchedly still inside of her warmth. âPlease, please, please⊠please let me cum, Daddy! Please, pleeeeeease. Fuck, I need to cum so bad Daddy! Please let your slutty puppy cum!â She sounded pathetic. Never did she think nor expect to say those words in her entire sexual life, especially with you, since âLittle puppyâ was meant to be your pet name and not hers.
âThere we go, thatâs it. Good puppy.â You practically moaned out the words as you saw how much Haseul was tearing up as you were pistoning her tightness. With just a few words, you wanted this frustration for both of you to end. âCum for me, little puppy.â
And she did, within an instant, just like how God let there be light on this world. Her body trembled as she collapsed onto the mattress underneath, you landed on top of her but of course, it didnât stop you. Instead you continued to fuck yourself onto her gushing orifice, as if it were an onahole, using her fit body as nothing more than a source of friction, wetness, and heat. You thrusted as vociferously as you can, taking advantage of her quivering and tight pussy that still clamped down on you until you finally reached your climax and released shot after shot of your seed inside her. Your bodies were close as you both recovered from your orgasm, the air was profusely hot and your hair, along with your thoughts, were a complete mess.
With a breathy sigh, you lifted yourself up and pulled out of Haseulâs leaking core after a few moments. You got out of bed and began to put back most of your clothing on. You walked over, bending to the floor to get and put on your t-shirt. As you were catching your breath, you glanced over at Haseul. Her well-endowed chest was exposed, and you could see the redness on her face and the mess that she had become. You had to admit, even though your heart still held an ounce of anger towards her previous statements, she looked hot damn gorgeous.
You decided to leave the room, and for a moment, Haseul sat down on her bed. She thought you were leaving for good. You came back to her room all of a sudden, nonchalantly tossing a bottle of water and a warm towel to her direction. Thankfully she caught the items from your careless throw, but unknown to you, she quietly thanked you for the gesture. You didnât get to respond because you didnât hear it anyway, youâre not some psychic to hear whatever she was drabbling on about.
âNext time,â you suddenly spoke. You wanted to break the silence before you left for drinks, whilst still trying to catch your own breath. âNext time you wanna think about fucking your ex, remember this night. Or just call me, I can help you remember. Itâs up to you. Jo Haseul.â
You gathered your things and left her house, leaving her shocked and dumbfounded. Needless to say, Haseul would be taking you up on that offer soon. Regardless of how you made her spite you for the first time in your journey together as fuck buddies, this was one moment she would be sure to cherish the most. Why? Because from the moment you met Haseul back for the first time in that pub of hers, she knew she could never purely hate you. You always have been her lilac after all.
ââââââ //: END.
It's Thursday! Well, at least in my time zone. Another oneshot done and this time around, it's none other than our mother pigeon: Jo Haseul!
Since I had already done a mommy kink one with Chaeng, I tried to play things differently with this one. It's been a rough one though since hate sex isn't really my forte. Gladly though, I have found a somewhat partner-in-crime, a.k.a. @worldsover!
Levi's been big help to me since Jam & Butterfly, and we're hitting it off together if I do say so myself. Just hoping I'm not bothering him at all... Anyways, I'm grateful to have him as a newfound ì ë°°ë (sunbaenim / senior) of sorts! He did oversee, revise, and proofread my present works after all.
Also, my ask is open regards anything! I'm sure y'all have questions, especially with Lilac seemingly fitting onto Jam & Butterfly's continuity hehe. I'll see y'all around everyone! Spread peace, love, and Nutella! <3
a/n: the fluffiest fluff to ever have exist, a party!au featuring Olivia; this is actually a dream i had the other night and I havenât been the same since
word count: iunno like 1k-ish? iâll count later
âItâs been how long since youâve met her?! And she still doesnât know?!â Choerry practically screamed, wide eyed whilst tossing a french fry into her mouth.
âA year and seven months... and counting...â you mutter, dropping your head onto the table onto your crossed arms.
âI canât tell if thatâs sad or impressive,â Choerry says, sympathetically patting you on the head.
You flash a subdued and knowing smile at the girl across from you, your confidant, your best friend since middle school. Doubly so, considering Choerry was the one to introduce you to Olivia in the first place.
All of a sudden, Choerry stuffs a chicken nugget into your mouth, forcefully moving your jaw up and down to help you chew. âCmon, eat up. I have an idea to cheer you up and get over her by the end of the night, and it may or may not involve alcohol.â
âTake a left. Wait no, a right. Er, left actually.â
You let out a defeated sigh, having driven essentially in a circle for half an hour trying to follow Choerryâs navigation. You swing right, against Choerryâs instructions, and spot a house lit up by neon LED lights and hear blaring pop music from bass-boosted speakers.
âSee I told you it was a right!â Choerry leaps out of her seat and rolls down the window, poking her head out to scream at the people congregated outside by the front porch. âChoerry has arrived, bitches!!â
A chorus of hoots and hollers echoes as you drive past, parking at a nearby sidewalk.
You had just put the car into park and Choerry had already gotten out, jumping up and down impatiently at your slowness. âQuickly, quickly! Yves texted me theyâre waiting on me for shots! Er, us!â
You walk Choerry to the front porch, who was hugging and giving handshakes to the partygoers as she walked by.
As soon as you stepped inside, you felt an immediate headache from the flashing lights and deafening music. Parties were never really your scene, something Choerry was beginning to realize staring at your face.
âDonât make that face,â Choerry said as she leaned into your ear to talk over the music, grabbing a hold of your arm. âYou just need some liquid courage in you!â
Silently agreeing, you follow the girl to her group of friends located in the kitchen. You gloss over the cacophony of âChoerry!â âYves!â âIâm so glad youâre here!â âIâm so glad YOUâRE here!â, and find yourself with a shot glass of something clear in your hand.
Choerry takes your hand and raises it, declaring, âTo y/nâs blooming love life!â The circle of hands holding shots repeat the phrase, leaving you embarrassed, yet oddly at ease feeling a sense of camaraderie with the strangers.
Whatever the shot was hit hard and quickly, making you forget all about Olivia for a bit. You stumble through the living room, having lost Choerry to a girl leading her outside, until you spot a familiar face sitting alone on the couch. Your eyes meet, a moment feeling like an eternity, until you utter the words,
âO-Olivia?â
âOh, y/n. I didnât expect to see you here.â Olivia mutters, looking off to the side avoiding eye contact.
âM-me neither. You look great, amazing actually,âyou say as you take a seat next to her. Olivia was wearing a black suit dress, making her stand out in the crowd of hoodies and sweatpants. You wondered why she was so dressed up for a bit, before you caught yourself staring.
The two of you sat in silence for a bit, until you decided to break it. âChoerry brought me here. She said it would help me get over... er, my grades! My bad grades.â
âFunny you say that,â Olivia says, sweeping a strand of hair behind her ear. âChoerry told me I should come too.â
The two of you talked for what felt like hours, about what felt like the most random things. Forgetting all about the environment of the party, you lose yourself in conversation with the girl you fell for.
âAnd so, Choerry ended up forcing a shot down my throat!â
âThatâs why your face looks like a tomato?â Olivia covers her mouth, stifling a giggle and making your heart flutter.
By this point the party had winded down, a few people sleeping soundly on the floor, and the LED lights now dimmed to a soft candle-like color. The stereo playing music suddenly stops, and you look over to see Choerry fiddling with the phone player, and giving you a wink and an âOKâ sign.
The sound of a soft piano fill the room, Oliviaâs eyes lighting up as she realizes. âI love this song...â Olivia says, hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress and her legs swinging almost eagerly.
You wished you had taken another shot of liquid courage, before finally steeling your reserve and extending your hand out to Olivia.
âSince nobodyâs watching... care to join me? May I have this dance, Olivia?â
Olivia takes your hand as you lead her to the center of the room, placing her hands on your shoulders and your hands (respectfully) on her hips.
The two of you sway.
And sway....
And sway,
The worries,
the regrets,
and the fears,
to rest.
You take Oliviaâs hand and gently twirl her, a still image of her smile now etched into your memory. She rests her head on your shoulder.
âIâve waited forever for this moment,â you whisper into her ear as you rest your head on hers.
Olivia looks up at you, the warmest smile youâve ever seen forming and the hint of a tear welling in her eye before you finally speak up:
âBut a âforeverâ with you would make it all worth it.â
a/n: as always, links to the wattpad and the previous parts on tumblr!!
It's been 2 months since you met Nako and 1 since you started dating, and it's everything you wished for and more. Food dates became so frequent that the two of you decided to go on gym dates to balance it out. Nako turned out to be quite the mature partner - communication was on point in your relationship, for the most part. On the physical side of things however...
The farthest you've gone with the woman was that kiss you had on the first date. Sure, you held hands, hugged, and cuddled often, but anything beyond that was few and far between. Not that you minded, Nako was perfect just the way she was, sex wasn't everything - at least, that's what you used to justify the lack thereof.
*thwack*
Nako had flung a piece of candy at your forehead. "Hello? Earth to boyfriend?" Nako smiled, bringing you back to reality.
"Sorry, ship malfunction, lost in the galaxy sector known as 'your eyes'. What were you saying?"
"The party tonight? At the Sapphire Club? Listen, I know you hate these kinds of places but I'd really like to introduce you to my other friends." Nako pleaded.
"*cough* Can't... breathe... need oxygen... CPR..." You feigned choking.
Nako giggled, muttering "idiot" under her breath, and planted a peck on your lips. "After we're done eating, let's shop for an outfit for you."
later that night
    "How do I look?" You posed in front of Nako and a mirror, flaunting your new look. The two of you decided on a sleek plaid suit jacket look for you, and a matching blazer look for Nako.
"Like... like you're missing something. Close your eyes." You followed instructions, then heard Nako shuffling around you, stepping as if she was straining. You realized what was happening, and sat down for the poor girl. You felt a delicate hand around your neck, then voice saying "open". You look down to see a cute necklace, very much the same as her's. "We got the matching outfits and I thought, why stop there? Don't worry about the price or anything, it was pretty cheap and-"
Touched by the sentiment, you immediately cupped Nako's face with your hands and gave her a passionate kiss. "I love it. I love... you." Nako's eyes widened at your confirmation of love.
"I love you too."
The Sapphire Club, you googled, was "a place of pleasure, passion, and hedonism". That last one wasn't even a "p", you thought to yourself. Nightclubs aren't really your forte, you'd much prefer staying at home and reading a good book. Nevertheless, you steeled your reserve and prepared to leave a good impression for Nako's friends.
The two of you sat down at a table, drinks already in hand, and waited for Nako's friends to arrive. The first one to arrive was a familiar face, one you saw every day at Nako's dorm. Bob cut blonde hair, particularly large... eyes, none other than Kwon Eunbi. "I hope I didn't keep you two lovebirds waiting. I just had an... appointment with my girlfriend." the woman explained as she sat down.
"In the bathroom? I saw you two go before you sat down." Nako asked.
"Hey, you don't see me nosing around your sex life. Do you even know what sex is?" Eunbi joked, although Nako was clearly annoyed. Under the table you placed your hand on Nako's lap, giving her a reassuring look.
The three of you drank, and drank, and drank, playing truth or dare to pass the time.
"Okayy Y/N, truth? Or dare?" Eunbi slurred, almost 6 shots of tequila in.
Sensing a scolding for having picked truth the past 2 rounds, you elected for dare instead.
"Hehehe! Okay Y/N, I dare you to... lick Nako's ear!"
"Eh? Why just my ear?" Nako looked puzzled, as innocent as a young bunny rabbit.
You yourself were 7 shots in, confident from the liquid courage. You leaned into Nako's ear and whispered, "Let me know if I'm doing good."
This sent shivers down the girl's spine, whose face was now flushed, feeling hot and bothered.
You started at the outer edge, slowly licking from bottom to top. Nako's lower half started fidgeting, almost as if to hide something. Your tongue now flicked around the inner part of the ear, each flick making Nako flinch ever so slightly. Her breathing became heavier, shakier. You decided to end the girls torment with a gentle blow to the ear. "Mmf..." Nako bit her lip and stifled a moan. As you leaned back to admire your handiwork, you noticed the sweat forming on Nako's forehead and several buttons undone from her blazer.
"Wow Y/N! They should call you the ear whisperer, you tamed this cute submissive bunny just from her ears!" Eunbi applauded.
Nako nervously giggled, fanning her face and asked "O-okay, who's next?", desperate to take eyes off of herself.
"I think that's you, bunny." You smiled, taking yet another shot as a pat on the back for a job well done.
"Okay... Eunbi-unnie, truth or dare?"
"Truth, just so we could get to the good stuff between you two," Eunbi chuckled as she spoke.
"What did you do with your girlfriend in the bathroom?" Nako inquired.
"You sure? If I tell you you won't have another hands free orgasm? We just messed around in there." Eunbi reached into her purse and pulled out a bullet shaped vibrator. "If edging her and playing with her clit for 30 minutes straight counts as just 'messing around', haha."
Nako, either scared or aroused by the scenario, cleared her throat and moved on. "A-anyways, where is she anyways?"
A figure stumbled from the bathroom, a girl with a light brown bob cut and blazer outfit lurched closer. From afar the woman seemed familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. As the woman came within seeing distance, your eyes widened, your systems sobering up as if it was a dire emergency.
this is chapter 2!! read 1 if you havent: link also the wattpad!!
a/n: LIGHTNING QUICK update haha i kinda love this scenario canât wait to see where it goes đ
Chapter 2: Apple
Since meeting Nako at the convenience store that night, you've made an effort to see her nearly every day for nearly a month. Whether it be dropping off boba tea for her and her members, or hanging out alone (sometimes drunk) with Nako in her room, the two of you became very close friends. There was that subconscious thought in the back of Nako's mind that you might want to be more than that, but she quickly tossed those thoughts aside out of embarrassment (or maybe fear of rejection?)
"Ya, stop dropping chips on my carpet!" Nako yelled, picking up after you. "Do you want ants? That's how you get ants!"
"I'm surprised you guys don't already have ants, those boba cups I bought you last week are still here." you replied, throwing another chip into your mouth.
"Now that I think of it-" Nako snatches the chip bag out of your hand. "-why do we always hang out at my place? What secrets do you keep at yours?" Nako asks with a sly smile, throwing a chip into her mouth but missing, dropping yet another on the ground.
"Oh I sell drugs. A lot of drugs." you reply. "How 'bout... tonight? Come over? I can bake my world famous cookie brownies."
Nako slaps your shoulder. "Then how are you still broke? Cookie brownies huh... that sounds like diabetes on a plate but... I'm in. I have a schedule in an hour but I'll ring your place right after."
"Great." You jumped off Nako's bed and reached for the door out. "It's... a date." You gave Nako a warm smile, and left the room.
Nako bit her lip, feeling the flutter of a thousand butterflies in her chest. "A date, huh..." The rest of her members noted she was in a particularly good mood that day.
Ding dong.
You were busy fixing your hair for the last hour when you heard the door ring. Panicking, you hurriedly ran over to your door, opening it with your elbow.
"Hey!" You opened the door to see Nako wearing a sleek, black dress, complete with a full face of makeup and high heels. "H-hey..." you managed to sputter out, in awe at the sight of the beautiful girl.
"Can I help you pick your jaw off the floor?" Nako giggled, moving her hair behind her ear. "Sorry, I accidentally let slip I was going on a, uh, date and my members insisted I just wear what I wore for the photoshoot."
"No! I mean, you look amazing! Come in, the diabetes is almost ready." You closed the door after her, taking a moment to admire her from behind. You never really noticed it before as Nako usually wore an oversized t-shirt around you, but despite her height she had a particularly voluptuous figure, her curves beautifully accented by the tight dress. Not wanting to look creepy, you quickly averted your gaze towards the oven.
A plate of cookie brownies and many, many glasses of wine later, the two of you ended up talking about each other's love life.
"Am I your first?" Nako sheepishly asked.
"Well, we haven't done it yet but I'm glad you're already thinking ahead," you jeered.
Nako smacks your arm and clarifies, "I meant date, pervert. Anyone before me?"
"There was... this woman back in the US. I don't think about it much." you replied, taking a big swig of wine after saying that.
"Woman?" Nako thought. "At least you're oceans away now. It's a win win, you escaped her and you met me!" Nako joked, noticing your hesitance and trying to cheer you up.
You took her hand and smiled, reassured by her words. "Thanks, for helping me forget. I'm talking to the alcohol by the way, not you."
A bit later, the two of you decided to put on a cheesy romance movie to make fun of. By the end of the movie however, the two of you were nearly bawling cuddled over each other.
"I can't b-believe she sacrificed her life for her..." Nako muttered out, huffing and puffing from tears between each word.
You wiped the tears from both your faces with your sleeves and sat her up. "I thought this movie was supposed to be a comedy... I need another drink. Want some?"
"*sniff* Ahem, yes please. I'll take an apple jui- actually, just another glass of wine." You noticed a hint of hesitation in her voice.
"I've got apple juice, if you really want-" you paused your sentence to see Nako itching away at the dress's strap line and shifting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable. "You can take off that dress now - wait not in that way... er, I mean, I've got a spare hoodie for you somewhere"
"N-no, I'm fine, really." You haven't known Nako for very long but you already knew when she was lying - she always blinked twice and avoided eye contact.
"Nako, I know you're uncomfortable." You reached behind the couch for a particularly well oversized hoodie you kept for emergencies. "Here, wear this, it'll make you look ever more like a kid."
"I said I'm fine." Nako retorted, agitated at something.
"Nako, don't be such a baby-"
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Nako screamed.
The two of you sat in shocked silence, an aura on unease filling the room before Nako began to speak up.
"I-I don't know if this is the alcohol talking but... it was really my idea to wear the dress. All the other members wanted me to wear a schoolgirl outfit, or something. I just- I dunno. It feels like everyone treats me like a kid, like I don't know what's good for me. I'm 20 years old, I can make my own decisions. It's the same for you, Y/N. You've called me a kid, a baby, for so long. I'm not your little sister. I want you to see me as a woman."
You paused for a long time, thinking of what to say in response to Nako's confession. You slowly sit down next to Nako and caress her cheek.
"You don't have to convince me of all people, that you're a woman. You don't have to keep wearing this dress to convince me you're beautiful, either. I've been... holding back this whole time, actually. I love the way you walk, the way your hips inadvertently sway when you're doing something, the way your, er breasts move when you get excited over something".
"I want you. As a woman." you declared.
The two of you sat for what felt like an eternity, before your gazes returned to each other, a new sense of longing in both sets of eyes. As if your confessions didn't even happen and nothing else mattered, Nako took initiative and dived into your arms for an embrace. You took one last look into her eyes, before closing them and leaning in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that made you forget about money, school, other girls. A kiss that cemented your feelings for this girl, no, woman. Â A kiss that, as you would find out later, would be the butterfly wings that cause a hurricane down the road.
Breaking away from the kiss, exhausted and breathy yet content, Nako asks, "How about that juice?"
a/n: Chapter 1 of a decently long Nako x gender neutral reader series I plan to write! I havenât decided if i wanted to go sm*tty with this yet but weâll see đđđ
a/n2: hi iâm not dead (again)! i moved for college (fun fact iâm a chemical engineer uwu) and iâve been absolutely swamped in work, sorry if updates are slow and unanswered asks pile up đ„ș in the future i will try my very best to answer all of them!
a/n3 (last one i promise): u can read on my wattpad if u want! idk what people prefer so iâll post updates both here and wattpad! thank you and enjoy the fluff!
"2 thousand won... that's barely enough for a ramen pack..."
You stashed the loose bills back into your pocket and trudged along the neon lit cityscape, eventually ending up at a 7/11. Funnily enough, you moved to Seoul in hopes of escaping your mediocre life in the States, but that ever familiar convenience store smell pervades hemispheres, it seems. You thought anything would be better than sitting at home, doing nothing and putting your life to waste; now you sit in a 20 square foot apartment that costs thousands in rent and put it to waste.
"Beef..? or chicken?"
The selection of ramen flavors remained a coin flip to you; the two were equally bad for you, giving off the illusion of choice. Two choices, both bad... sounds familiar.
Settling for chicken, you perused the other aisles (not that you could have afforded anything else). You turned the corner, and a girl, not even as tall as the 5 foot or so shelf, caught your eye. She was on her tippy toes, reaching for a rather large case of alcohol sitting at top of the shelf. Your "chivalrous nature" (you barfed in your head as you said that) instinctively instructed you to walk over and grab the box off the top for the clearly struggling girl.
"Do your parents know you're underage drinking?" you said, smirking at the now pouting girl.
"These aren't for me. They're for my members," the girl said, reaching over your arms to take the box for herself. The instant she did, however, her entire body lurched over, the weight of the soju box causing her to wobble back and forth. After a few stifled giggles, you patted the girl on the head and hoisted the box to carry it. "Come on," you said, "let's go to the cashier."
"You know, I'm not a little kid," the girl said to you as you waited in the long line together, nudging your shoulder. "My name's Nako, and I'm almost 20."
"20 what? Centimeters?"
You stifled another giggle as she punted your shins. "Ouchie. My name's Y/N."
You dropped the soju box down at the cashier's counter, a weight lifted off your shoulders. "ID?" the cashier asked you. You looked at the girl, who was already looking down and away. "I see her game now," you thought to yourself. You pulled out your own ID and flashed it at the cashier, who gives an assuring nod. While the cashier bags up your purchases, you feel a hand reaching down your jacket pocket. You glance over to see a still sheepish Nako, and find enough money in your pocket to cover the soju.
You patted the girl on the head again, who turned to look at you. You appreciatively looked into her eyes for a long time before finally saying, "I need 2,000 more won. For the ramen." The girl, initially taken aback, pout-smiled and begrudgingly pulled out a couple more bills. When leaving the store, the two of you were surprised when you ended up walking in the same direction.
"I could carry that if you want," Nako said to you, with a hint of a worried tone.
"And I would let you, if I wanted to see you fall again". You hoisted the somehow increasingly heavy box up again, stopping it from falling. "How far is your place?"
"So first you're a bully, now you're a stalker?" she joked. "Not far."
The two of you turn a familiar corner, and are met with a familiar building.
"I live here," the two of you said at the same time.
Her expression elicited a mix of shock, doubt, and just a hint of delight.
"You're not just saying that to get into my apartment, are you?" The two of you shuffled into the crowded elevator, Nako hitting the button for the 8th floor.
"7th floor," you whispered. "So you're the one blasting music and keeping me awake at night. "
Nako unlocks the door to her dorm. "Get ready to meet my 11 other members," she whispered. You prepared yourself to be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of 11 other teenage girls, but you heard not a sound coming from anywhere in the apartment. "Just kidding. The others all have a schedule this time on Fridays."
"So what's a young girl like you doing drinking along on a Friday night?" you said, plopping the box down, opening the box and twisting open a bottle for yourself.
"Hey I paid for those! And technically I'm not alone." Nako opens another bottle for herself and plops down on the couch opposite you.
"You're right. You're with a stranger, instead." you replied, downing a good quarter of the bottle.
"So tell me about yourself." Nako inquired, taking a tiny sip from the bottle and grimacing in disgust.
"Let's see... I like long walks in the park and travelling..." you joked. Thoughts of what to say first flooded your mind, making you stumble on your words. You told her about how you moved from the States to study abroad in Korea, and, begrudgingly, how strapped for cash you are. You drunkenly told her, 2 bottles in, how much you missed home, how you felt a tinge of regret coming to Korea. You told her, now 4 bottles in, how tonight was the first nice night in a while.
As you drifted off to sleep right there on the communal couch of Nako's apartment, Nako thought about how she felt like she was talking to a longtime friend rather than a stranger she met a few hours ago. All those thoughts faded when she realized she had to carry you to her room so that her members wouldn't come home to a stranger on their couch.
"Ngh... hmph.." Nako grunted as she literally dragged you from the couch to her bedroom. "God, you need to lay off the ramen..." It took almost half an hour and a herculean effort, but Nako managed to tuck you in her bed. Sweaty and tired, Nako plopped down on the floor in front of you. "I know what it's like, moving from home." She brushed the hair from your eyes. "Korea was scary for me at first too. Sometimes it seems like moving was the wrong choice, like I did everything for nothing. But it's the little things, like yo- er, like my members, that remind me there's more to appreciate than comfort and home. I hope soon you'll find your inspiration too."
Nako gets up from her seated position and takes out a sleeping bag, plopping it on the floor and settling down for the night. You laid awake that night, half drunk and giddy about hearing Nako's entire monologue.
