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LOONA Olivia Hye x Male Reader | (Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut) | bestfriend!Olivia

A/N: This fic is dedicated to my clones, @kaedewrites and @sinswithpleasure. Thank you both for giving me the fuel that I needed to finish this piece with all of the Hyeju pics that you guys sent (). I would also like to thank Kaede for the beta read.

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The enigma that is Son Hyeju never ceases to amaze you. So gorgeous, yet so handsome. So exquisite and charming, yet so charismatic and intimidating. So close, yet so far. One could say that your relationship with the aforementioned woman is filled with ambiguity, a label failing to encapsulate the complexities woven in its very fabric. 

Ask her and she would refer to you as her childhood best friend, a companion providing a sense of comfort through her life’s triumphs and tribulations for the better part of the twenty years you two have existed on this planet. Ask yourself and you find it much rather difficult in arriving at a decisive answer. What is she to you, exactly? Best friend? Perhaps.

However, her actions provide a cruel juxtaposition to such a label. Ever since you became college students, a paradigm shift occurred in the dynamics of your friendship. From the way you would parade around campus holding hands to the casual makeout sessions that would ensue every time you two consumed one bottle too many of soju are certainly not actions befitting those of just childhood friends. But you have long decided to turn a blind eye, fearing the repercussions of exploring the possibilities of what lies beyond the gray area of said relationship. 

Much like Sisyphus, you are subjected to your own eternal suffering–condemned to push the proverbial boulder up the hill of your feeble mind. But in place of an enraged Greek god is yourself. You. You are your worst enemy. Plagued by your doubts and insecurity, you have somehow managed to convince yourself that your friendship with Hyeju can not evolve into something more. Testing the waters would involve diving deep into her heart and you decided that you are not ready to discover the truth, whatever that may be.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The familiar, rhythmic knock on your door ground you back to reality, transporting you to your one bedroom apartment in Seoul. That knock is none other than your best friend’s. Crap, you’ve descended into a spiral once again. Your thoughts blazing through the galaxy at the speed of light pondering about how things could have been, what it could potentially be.

“I’m coming!”

You quickly stand up from your gaming chair and head out to the front door, kicking crushed cans of beer in the living room to the side in a last minute attempt to make your apartment presentable. You open the door and an extremely distressed Son Hyeju presents herself to you, a backpack slung lazily over her shoulder.

Her eyebrows are furrowed while her signature triangular shaped lips protrude ever so slightly. She almost looks cute, almost. Only if it wasn’t for the fact that she nearly broke your wrist when you made the silly attempt of trying to engage in an arm wrestling match with her. Or the countless other times when her otherworldly strength for a woman completely baffled you. You don’t mind though, because that just makes her a thousand times more attractive in your eyes.

“What’s up Hye.”

“Hey chief, can you help me out with Professor Kim’s assignment? That old bastard really assigned 5 pages worth of work over the weekend as if all we do is study.”

“Hyeju, I-”

You were about to refuse her request but this attempt is rendered futile when she walks past you and makes a beeline towards the coffee-stained couch, not even bothering to wait for your response as she sits on it. You close the door behind you and follow her on the couch, her eyes examining the furniture. She winces as she tries to get a whiff of it, the look of disgust visible on her face.

“Why the hell do you still have this old ass couch from freshman year? There’s like a furniture store a couple of miles away, I’m pretty sure they’ve got some affordable ones.”

“Does it look like I can afford anything right now? I can barely pay my damn bills.” You point towards the stack of envelopes on the center table, the sheer amount causing it to almost fall on its side.

“See, if you just stopped being so stubborn and moved in with me, this wouldn’t be a problem. All you have to do is pay half the rent. We both make enough money with our part time jobs anyways.” Her attention turns towards the stack, mindlessly scouring through them.

“And what? Have your parents check in every single week to make sure I haven’t made a move on you yet?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you made a move, anyways.” Hyeju mutters, a blush creeps up on her face but thankfully she was looking in the opposite direction. 

“What?”

She sighs in exasperation, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “I said you’re an idiot and you’re so clueless!“ 

“Look, did you come here to argue with me or do you actually need help? Cuz I don’t have all the time in the world.”

“Yes, I do need help! So would you do me a favor, pretty please?” Those eyes. Those damn puppy eyes. You wished your heart’s immediate reaction was not to start racing faster than a Ferrari every single time. Fuck, she knew just what to do to push your buttons and your hopeless self had no choice but to oblige.

It takes you a few seconds to calm down and get your bearings. “….Fine. But you better not try anything stupid.” A bright, gummy smile spreads across her face; she rarely shows off that particular smile but when she does, your brain goes haywire. She’s really trying to kill me today.

“You got it, chief.” She salutes mockingly before sending a wink in your direction.

The rest of the afternoon was spent accordingly, with you helping her work through her assignments while she earnestly attempts to annoy you at every second she gets. The warning is all but just a forgotten memory. From leaning her head onto your shoulder to holding your hands out of nowhere, it’s as if she’s testing every single fiber of your being and trying to discern how far she can push the boundaries of your complex relationship.

You take off your eyeglasses and lean back on your chair, rubbing your tired eyes gently after staring at a computer screen for hours. Hyeju is equally as exhausted, her head slouched over your study table. You divert your attention towards the window, astounded at how the darkness has already completely engulfed the skies of the city. A quick glance at the bedside alarm clock confirms your observations.

“Holy crap, it’s 6 already. You wanna order something to eat?“

“Huh? Oh shit.“ She lifts her head off of the desk and scans her surroundings much like you did. “Damn it’s already late, no wonder I’m hungry.” She ties up her hair into a ponytail using a scrunchie she pulled out of her wrist, loose strands of hair hanging freely on the side.

“What do you wanna eat? Chinese? Italian?” You pull out your phone from your pocket and start scrolling through the saved numbers of restaurants nearby.

“Kinda craving jjajangmyeon, unless you had something else in mind?” She puffs her cheeks out of boredom and the sudden urge to just pinch them creeps in. 

You nod in affirmation as you press the number of the Korean restaurant. “Jjajangmyeon it is.” 

Thank the heavens for the Korean food delivery system because it only took 30 minutes for the food to arrive after placing the order, sparing you and Hyeju from suffering from hunger any longer. After giving the delivery guy a tip, you trudge towards the dining table where Hyeju is already downing shots of soju.

You take the two bowls of jjajangmyeon out of the plastic bag along with the chopsticks. “Eat something first, idiot. Basic drinking rule.”

“That’s the point, dummy. I just wanna get drunk quickly so I can get rid of all this damn stress.” You hand her a pair of chopsticks and she breaks it in two, immediately digging in on the bowl of jjajangmyeon.

“Why have you been so stressed out lately, anyways? I thought everything was going smoothly.” It was now your turn to take a shot of soju, the bittersweet taste leaving a mild burning feeling in your throat.

She grabs the bottle and pours another shot for you. “Well my parents still want me to go to art school even though I’ve told them a thousand fucking times that I don’t want to.”

You begin to dig into your own bowl of jjajangmyeon. “That’s still a thing? I thought you threatened to drop out of college?”

“I tried. But then they threatened to take away my car.” A somber chuckle escapes her mouth,  “I shouldn’t have let them co-signed when I bought it so I wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“I mean if it helps, you can always carpool with me. I don’t mind driving an extra 10 miles to pick you up.” You shrug, “We both have class at the same time anyway so that wouldn’t be a problem.” 

She raises an amused eyebrow at you, “You’re gonna do that for me? Since when did you become such a gentleman?” A flustered expression spreads across her face but she tries to keep her composure. “I couldn’t even get you to drive me to my dentist appointment when I didn’t have a car.”

“Look, I’m just doing my job as your best friend ok?” You give her a sincere look, hoping your words could convey how much she truly means to you as a friend. Perhaps, even more than that. Unbeknownst to you, her heart sinks at your words. For a moment, she hoped that it was indeed even more than that. Maybe she’ll have to try just a bit harder.

Hyeju rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, “You’re so frustrating to talk to sometimes, you know that?” She proceeds to take multiple shots of soju in rapid succession, taking you by surprise. Some of the alcoholic substance spills out of the side of her mouth, forcing her to wipe it using the sleeves of her hoodie. What’s gotten into her?

“H-Hey Hyeju slow down! That’s enou-.” Before you know it, Hyeju’s already straddling your lap with her face leaning dangerously close to yours. The close proximity allows you to smell the scent of soju lingering in her mouth. 

“You annoying bastard.” She doesn’t give you the opportunity to respond as she grabs both sides of your face and pulls you in for a heated kiss. This catches you off guard but you respond nonetheless by encircling your arms around her waist. With a sudden burst of strength, you stand up from the chair which forces her to wrap her legs around you. The countless hours you’ve spent in the gym comes into play as you easily carry her towards your couch.

This isn’t your first rodeo with Hyeju but you always savor the moment your lips clash with hers. You will never get tired of the way her body molds perfectly with yours as you pin her on the coffee-stained couch. Or the way her face contorts in pleasure as your hands explore her body, memorizing all of her curves and imperfections. Your sober self would not dare wander into uncharted territories but the soju gives you an almost superhero-like transformation, all of your worries and doubts floating away in the cosmos as if their existence is a ruse.

You lift a hand to caress her cheek gently, pushing your tongue deeper into her mouth as your other hand slips underneath her hoodie. This action elicits a soft moan from Hyeju as your cold fingers make contact with her smooth skin. Feeling more daring, you grab the hem of her hoodie and slide it up but before you can expose any more skin you feel her hands stopping you.

“What’s wrong, Hye?” She gazes at you with half-lidded eyes and bated breath, her cheeks now turning into a light shade of red. You’re in a similar state of disarray, a tent forming on your sweatpants as you attempt to keep your alcohol-fueled lust from sending you to overdrive.

“I-I have to go. Thanks for helping me! I owe you one, chief.” Hyeju promptly pushes you off of her as she gets off the couch. She then proceeds to grab her backpack before making a sudden exit out of your apartment.

“Hyeju, wait-”

You reach your hand out to try to stop her but it was all in vain. The door slams shut, a gust of wind leaving its wake. Everything feels like a blur, one blink and the entire ordeal is over. It takes you a few seconds to process everything that has transpired and then the gravity of the situation hits you all at once, leaving you dumbfounded. The realization that you might have potentially destroyed years worth of friendship suddenly dawns on you.

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

What have you done? ————————-

“How can one man be so fucking dumb and oblivious? I’ve literally given him every single hint possible.” Hyeju whines, burying her face deep into a pillow. An “emergency meeting” in her apartment was called after she inadvertently left you hanging in the middle of a steamy makeout session two weeks ago. That also marks the last time you two had any form of communication.

“Language, Hyeju!” The oldest in the friend group, Ha Sooyoung, throws a pillow at her. This results in her whining even more as she starts to kick her feet up in the air.

Her friends look at her in both amusement and pity. For them, nothing is better than seeing a lovestruck Hyeju. Over the years, they’ve witnessed her woeful struggles in trying to win you over. Movie nights, game nights, camping trips, midnight drives; you name it, she’s done it. Unfortunately for her, you are too insecure and self-conscious to notice that your feelings are reciprocated. 

“Beats me. You’ve known him longer than any of us so you should have the answer. He’s your best friend after all.” One of her friends, Park Chaewon, states matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, why did you leave his apartment that night anyways? So much for always complaining about how he hasn’t made a move on you yet.” Another one of her friends, Kim Jiwoo, chimes in. 

A pout begins to form on her face; guilt settling in as she realizes that you’re probably suffering as much as she is–especially since she left you completely in the dark. “I-I don’t know, I got nervous okay? He was just so unusually sweet that night and I didn’t know how to react.”

“Well have you considered the possibility that he may like you back? There’s no way he doesn’t feel anything every time you two make out.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Hyeju scoffs, but the heat rising up to her round cheeks tells a completely different story. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t think about the possibility of that happening at least once. 

“Whatever the case may be, you better talk to him soon. You can’t keep ghosting him. Poor guy is probably losing his mind as we speak.”

“How about you just confess to him?” Sooyoung interjects, her remark causing the other two women to snicker.

Hyeju shakes her head furiously at the absurdity of the proposal. “No, are you crazy?! I don’t wanna ruin what we have….even if he’s such a frustrating asshole to deal with.” As much as she’s fallen head over heels for you, losing you as a friend would be the worst thing in the world for her.

“And then what? Have the same problem again weeks, months, or maybe even years later? If you like him then you should ask him out. Fix this problem once and for all.” Everyone nods in agreement with Jiwoo, except for the party directly involved. She knows her friends are right; she has to deal with this problem before it worsens and becomes irreparable.

Silence engulfs her living room for a few minutes as she carefully considers the proposition, “Ok fine, what do you guys have in mind?”

A menacing smile appears on Sooyoung’s face. “Well, my birthday party is coming up in a few weeks…” ——————–

You despise the idea of birthday parties. The process of dressing up for the occasion and choosing a gift for the celebrant seem cumbersome to you. Having an introverted personality certainly doesn’t help your case; you would much rather stay in your apartment playing video games with Hyeju all night as she desperately attempts to beat you in Smash Bros. 

Right. Hyeju. A month has passed since that fateful night and Hyeju has decided to completely shut you off. No phone calls. No texts. Nothing. You don’t even see her in your lectures anymore. It’s as if her existence was just a figment of your imagination. To say that each passing day has been a living hell is an understatement. You might as well be exiled to Tartarus–that would be a much better alternative to the silent treatment your best friend is giving you.

But enough complaints for the meantime, you are here to celebrate your friend’s birthday and you aren’t going to let your quarter-life crisis ruin it. Well, you’ll try at the very least. Now you’ll just have to take on the task of making up an excuse for Hyeju’s absence.

With heavy footsteps you get out of your car with a gift bag in hand. You check your outfit one last time using the window on the driver’s side before making your way to the venue–a ballroom situated inside a fancy hotel in downtown Seoul. Being a chaebol surely has its benefits. Suddenly, your midsize sedan looks out of place amongst the Mercedes, Bentleys, and Aston Martins parked in the vicinity.

After a quick showing of your invitation, a butler begins to escort you to the ballroom. “Good evening, sir. Miss Ha is waiting for you inside the ballroom.” 

The venue was as grandiose as you’d expect–voluminous chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, intricate flower arrangements adorning the roundtables, the whole nine yards. Wow, her parents really went all out for her birthday. The birthday girl approaches you with a smile and a wave. “Hey there, chief!” 

You respond with a wave of your own as you hand her the gift bag. “Happy birthday, Sooyoung. Or Miss Ha I should say?” A teasing smile spreads across your face.

“Stop that! I’ve had like twenty different people call me that already.” She punches you lightly on the shoulder, cheeks tinted red. “You look good by the way. And- Oh, where’s Hyeju?” She stands on the tip of her toes to look behind you.

You scratch your head in nervousness and embarrassment, “Uh, she had an emergency so she won’t be able to make it tonight.”

She gives you a puzzled look, although deep down inside she’s struggling to prevent herself from bursting into laughter. Only if you knew what Hyeju and her friends had in store for you. “Huh, that’s weird. She accepted the invitation and said that she’ll be bringing someone so I thought it was you.”

Someone? Your brain begins to race, “Did she tell you who that person is?” 

“No, she didn’t specify so I assumed it was you since you’re always glued to each other.” She nods, occasionally turning her attention towards the guests arriving one by one and giving them a warm greeting.

The ground beneath you might as well eat you alive with the way you’re frozen in place. Who the hell is she bringing to this party? Crap, here comes the spiral once again. You resent how your brain can descend quickly into assuming the worst. A more logical explanation would be that she’s bringing another friend but you quickly latch on to the idea that she might have gotten herself a boyfriend. 

But why should you care in the first place? She’s just your best friend. She can date whoever she wants.

Sooyoung smirks as she sees the dejected state that you’re in. Everything is going according to plan so far. “You know what? That’s fine, no worries!”  She reaches over to give you a pat on the shoulder, giving you a smile so reassuring that your concerns almost dissipate into thin air. 

“Things happen. Just enjoy the night, ok? I’ll call her.” She gives you a wave again, this time to say goodbye before walking away.

Jiwoo and Chaewon are the next ones to approach you. They both flash you a wide smile–which is expected of Jiwoo since she’s a walking ball of sunshine but seeing Chaewon in such a joyous mood surprises you. Have they started drinking already?

You hold back the urge to ask about Hyeju. These two might be her closest friends but you respect her privacy so you chose not to investigate, even if it’s slowly killing you inside, “What’s up guys? Haven’t seen you two in a long time.”

“Doing well! Midterms kicked our butts but it is what it is.” Jiwoo shrugs nonchalantly, “How about you? I heard about you and Hy-.” You miss the slight elbow Chaewon gives the older woman.

“I mean, I heard Hyeju is bringing someone else tonight? What’s that all about?” She feigns a confused expression.

You struggle to contain the rage in your voice.“Yeah, she said she had an emergency. But I guess everything is fine.” What a bullshit excuse.

Much like Sooyoung, they both give you a pat on the shoulder. “She’ll be fine! She didn’t become the soccer captain in middle school for nothing! Right, Chaewon?” The blonde woman nods her head.

“Right! So cheer up, we’re here to celebrate!” Chaewon stops a waiter and takes a glass of champagne before handing it to you; she then takes two more glasses and hands one to Jiwoo. 

“Bottoms up! We’re already two glasses in.” Yeah, that checks out.

Usually you would indulge in the scent of such an expensive alcohol before ingesting it but you just want to forget about everything even for just one night. Fuck it. As a result, you ill-advisedly chug the champagne as if it’s just some cheap beer you bought at a convenience store. You were lucky none of it spilled onto your suit jacket. 

The two women in front of you look at you in shock and awe. “Hyeju really broke this man.” Chaewon leans in to whisper to Jiwoo, who nods her head in agreement. Once your glass is empty, they each grab one of your arms and drag you across the ballroom towards an empty round table in the corner before you can get the chance to complain.

“Hurry, let’s get seated! Food is gonna be served soon. I heard steak is on the menu.”

You spent this time catching up with the two women, talking about everything from how their college experience is going so far to how Chaewon almost burned down their shared apartment by cooking chicken nuggets. The champagne is slowly starting to work its magic on you because for the first time in a long time, you forget about Hyeju. You forget about the pain you’ve had to endure in the past month thanks to her.

“Oh, they’re here!”

Unfortunately the bliss is short-lived because Jiwoo and Chaewon abruptly get up from their seats and when you turn around, you see them approaching an extremely familiar woman–too familiar for your liking. Son Hyeju. But it’s not just her, she’s escorted by an unfamiliar man. And just like that, your worst nightmare has come to life. The sinking feeling in your stomach makes its presence known.

Your world crumbles. You feel like you’ve just lost everything. That might have to do with the fact that Hyeju is your everything. It was only in her absence that you realize how much of your life she encompasses. From the weird, random cute noises that she makes to her sudden displays of aegyo, she was the anchor that kept you from floating away into the abyss. The void that she left is too enormous to fill and you fear that you’re going to spend the rest of your life trying to put the pieces back together. Maybe you never will.

She makes brief eye contact with you and for a split second you get the urge to run up to her and give her a tight hug. You want to ask her where she’s been, how she’s doing, if she’s eating properly. But you were thankfully sane enough not to follow through–even with the copious amount of alcohol in your system. She’s already with someone else and you’re going to have to accept that. The last thing you want is to create commotion at your friend’s birthday party.

A small part of you is losing your mind over how good she looks in that dress, how it accentuates her curves so well, how her slightly curled hair falls on her shoulders, how she still manages to look stunning even with minimal makeup. But a larger part of you is irate at the fact that it’s not your arms wrapped around her waist, that it’s not you she’s flashing that bright, gummy smile at, that she ignored you for a whole month and showed up to this party with someone else.

Again, why do you care so much? You’re just her best friend.

What were you to her, exactly? Were you truly just her best friend? A best friend who she frequently pushed to the limits with her unfathomable actions? Or did she actually have feelings for you and fate’s cruel hands derailed the possibility of anything ever materializing? Were you perhaps blinded by your insecurities and she really only had eyes for you all along? Fuck, maybe you should have told her how much she meant to you before you ran out of time. Maybe you should have plucked up the courage. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent too much time pondering about the “what-ifs.”

After a few minutes of small talk, Jiwoo and Chaewon bid the couple farewell before walking back to your table, “You didn’t say hi to Hyeju?”

“Nah, it looks like she was with her boyfriend. It would be rude of me to interrupt.” You stop a waiter to grab another glass of champagne, consuming it pretty much the same way you did the first one.

“Boyfriend? No, she told us that they’re just good friends. Apparently he’s some hotshot with his own tech startup.”

And I’m just a loser who can barely pay his bills. Great.

The anger inside you increases every time you look at Hyeju and her date; it didn’t help that they were only a couple of tables away from where you were sitting so you got a front row seat of their public display of affection. What threw you off was how she would occasionally give you glances as if she was deliberately trying to show you how much she’s enjoying his company. Ok? I don’t give a fuck. You do, otherwise you wouldn’t be holding the champagne glass so tightly it could shatter to pieces at any given moment.

Dinner was served but you’ve lost your appetite. Not even the filet mignon they served for the main course or the delicious molten lava cake for dessert could entice you into eating. You just wanted to leave this party as soon as possible. What you did consume however was more champagne. By the fourth glass, Jiwoo and Chaewon were already telling you to slow down. Of course you didn’t heed their advice; you could handle your alcohol–well that’s what you think at least.

Screw this. Screw everything. You’ve decided that you’ve seen enough. You get up from your seat–albeit too swiftly in your drunken state which almost causes you to fall over. Hyeju stands up out of worry, her head turning in your direction so quickly it might snap. She knows more than anyone how rowdy you can get under the influence. Your two friends tried to help you regain your balance but you brushed them off as you insisted that you were fine–even though walking in a straightforward manner proved to be a grueling affair.

Hyeju just shakes her head, she also knows how extremely stubborn you can be. “Thanks for tonight, I gotta go before this idiot makes a fool of himself.” She finishes her glass of champagne–also her fourth one–before grabbing her clutch purse, bidding farewell to her “date” for the night.

“H-Hyeju?” You stumble forward but she fortunately arrives in time to catch you. 

“Tsk. Why drink so much champagne when you’re such a lightweight.” She slings your left arm around her shoulder while she tries to support you by the waist.

“I’m not a lightweight! I’m completely fineshhhhh.” Your flushed cheeks and slurred speech says otherwise.

“Cute” should not be the first word that pops up in someone’s head when they see a wasted twenty year old at a party and yet here’s your best friend grinning ear to ear. “I missed you, you idiot.”

Sooyoung arrives at the scene, a smile adorning her face. This play is about to reach its final act. “Take him outside. I’ll call a taxi.” Hyeju nods at the instruction as she begins to head towards the lobby—a daunting task given that she’s dragging along 150 pounds of dead weight.

“Oh and before you go, make sure he doesn’t pull out.”

“Unnie!” ——————–

The ride back to your apartment was eerily silent, tension so thick you can cut through it with a knife. You were trying to nurse yourself back to sobriety as you took small, occasional sips of water to slowly flush out the alcohol. Hyeju, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck. This was finally her chance to clear the air, to explain why she made you suffer for the past month, to finally set things straight. This was finally her chance to tell you that you were more than just a best friend to her.

But how could she say anything when you’re fuming with so much anger that you refuse to even look at her? You were slowly starting to sober up but it just made you even more pissed at everything that had transpired tonight. You wanted to forget everything but with Hyeju by your side, the sobering reality that you will be nothing more than just a friend to her hits you like a wrecking ball.

Much to her chagrin, you were the one to break the silence, “What happened to that motherfucker? Don’t tell me you ditched his ass.”

“I told him to go home. I wanted to make sure you made it back to your apartment safely.” Hyeju murmurs, but still loud enough for you to hear.

You scoff, “Oh, so you care about me again? After not saying shit for the past month, you’re suddenly gonna walk back into my life as if nothing happened?”

“Look, I can explain-”

“I don’t wanna hear it. Just drop me off and you can go back with that guy. I don’t deserve you anyway, I’m just a low-life who can’t get his shit together.”

Hyeju was rendered speechless for the remainder of the taxi ride. She had a whole explanation prepared but seeing you so broken and distraught indicated that she should save it for later. She didn’t want the taxi driver to see you two get into an argument. She needed you to calm down first before she could wholeheartedly disclose everything that’s been bothering her.

The walk back to your apartment was anything but a breeze as walking even for just a few feet proved to be an uphill battle for you.You refused her assistance but she was just as stubborn as you–following you all the way home. Once you entered your apartment, you slammed the door shut and the anger that you’ve been withholding since the start of this night finally exploded.

“What exactly am I to you?”

“What the hell are you blabbering about, idiot? You’re my childhood best friend of course!” Hyeju was also pretty pissed at this point, you haven’t given her the chance to speak her side at all. She is not a patient woman and you should know that out of all people.

“Then why the fuck do you keep treating me as if I’m not?” Smoke might as well be coming out of your ears; your voice so firm and vociferous that it resonates throughout the living room. “The holding hands, making out, all of that skinship crap. What am I to you exactly?”

“You’re shit-faced, dude. Get a fucking grip.” She wraps an arm around your waist in an attempt to assist you towards your coffee-stained couch but you lightly shove her away.

“N-No, you don’t understand! Do you know how much it ate me up inside seeing you flirt with that motherfucker?”

“You fucking moron.”

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t you get it? I like you, you fucking idiot! Why do you think I’m practically throwing myself at you all these years?” Her preposterous statement bewilders you–a shocked expression painting your drunken face. Is your mind playing games with you?

You can’t deny how it triggers your Ferrari heart, however. And with alcohol in the mix, it leads you to think that maybe, just maybe, she’s telling the truth. “I don’t have time for your games, Hye. If you’re just gonna keep bullshitting me then you can leave. Your man is probably already waiting for you.”

Her cheeks are already blistering red at this point, “H-He’s just a friend, ok? The whole thing was a setup. I was flirting with him on purpose because I didn’t know how else I could get through your thick skull that I like you.”

“Why did you leave my apartment that night then? Why did you have to make me suffer for a month?”

“Because I was afraid. It was my first time seeing you take the initiative and I didn’t know what to do.” She takes a deep breath as she tries to keep her emotions in check; tears already rolling down her cheeks. “You’re so important to me that I didn’t know what it could lead to if we take our relationship further. I’m sorry for everything, I really am.”

“But, why me? You deserve someone better. ” Your voice starts to crack, tears starting to fall down your face as well. Seeing Hyeju cry–which only happens once in a blue moon–is your biggest trigger. “I have nothing to provide you. I’m not the tallest nor the most handsome. I’m broke-”

She breaks your tangential rant with a kiss, all of her emotions pouring out at once. The tears keep falling like a waterfall but this time it’s accompanied with elation. Each swipe of her tongue across your lips brings you closer and closer to nirvana. The other side of the hill is finally within sight, the boulder comes tumbling down as you finally exterminate your doubts and insecurities. 

“Stop saying I deserve someone better, you idiot.” She gives you a light flick on the forehead, “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to be by my side all these years and my heart belongs to you and you only.”

You can’t help but laugh, Hyeju truly is an enigma. But that also just makes her even more attractive in your eyes. “You really have a way of saying things, don’t you?”

“Yes, and I know you love me because of it. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

Friendship be damned. You wanted her. No, you needed her. You hastily dive in to seal her triangular shaped lips with yours, this time engaging in a much more proper kiss. The taste of champagne lingering in her mouth mixes with the lipstick, forming a wonderful concoction not even the most skillful bartender in the world could envision. Minutes past and the lack of oxygen forces the both of you to pull away from the kiss and your eyes meet Hyeju’s; the lust-filled, wolf-like eyes of your best friend–now lover–telling you more than any word in the dictionary could.

She takes you by the hand and leads you to your bedroom, each step lasting an eternity. The agony ends as she shuts the door and you both pursue the mutual goal of reaching a state of undress. Gone are the pleasantries, you take off your suit jacket and throw it somewhere in the room. Hyeju removes your tie and unbuttons your dress shirt while you work on removing her dress. Your hands reach around her back and you surprisingly find the pesky zipper of her dress with ease, sliding it down forcefully until it reaches the edge.

“Slow down, you horny idiot! I’m not going anywhere.”

“This is what happens when you’ve blue-balled me for years.”

Her dress cascades down her body, leaving her in a set of black lace lingerie and underwear. The lust inside you grows tenfold at the sight of Hyeju, her body seemingly sculpted by Aphrodite herself. You were aware of how physically fit she is due to her frequent visits at the gym along with your regular makeout sessions but not even your most vivid imaginations could parallel witnessing the perfection in front of you.

“Lace? I never knew you were that type of woman.” You smirk.

A tint of red appears on her face at your remark. “S-Shut up! The unnies told me to wear this, ok? They said it will help you get in the mood.”

The unnies?! “Wait, the other girls know about this as well?”

Before you can inquire any further, Hyeju shuts you up with an aggressive kiss hoping that you’d forget what she just said. The intensity results in the both of you crashing onto the bed, with her landing top of you. Tongues fight for dominance as her busy hands travel down your well defined upper body before reaching their final destination, your pants. No motion is wasted as she turns her attention to unbuckling your belt, albeit struggling mightily–emitting a chuckle out of you.

Her next target is your dress pants, which does nothing to hide your burning desire for her. Thankfully, that article of clothing is removed with relative ease as it joins the pile on the floor. Now, the only thing that’s preventing you from reaching a complete state of undress are your boxers, which have already been stained with precum. Her fingers tug on the waistband but before she can expose your throbbing length, you grab her by the waist and flip her over.

“It’s my turn now.”

Your lust ladened voice surprises you, highlighting how much you’re yearning for the woman currently laying on your bed. You thought about capturing her lips once more but instead you opt for her neck, which emits a moan from her as you leave a dark purple mark. Hyeju is finally yours and you are going to let the whole damn world know about it. You move further down to her collarbones and continue leaving marks, each one darker than the previous.

You lean back with a proud smile, admiring your masterpiece. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” She doesn’t respond but her face explodes into a supernova of emotion; her face is flushed red and you don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or everything that has transpired but she looks adorable all the same in your eyes.

You reach your arms around her back once more, but this time to unclasp her bra. Hyeju laughs as you struggle to unhook the flimsy piece of clothing; now you understand her struggle with your belt moments earlier. Heat rises up to your ears but she mercifully saves you from further embarrassment by stepping in to assist you, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. 

Your mouth waters as her generously sized breasts reveal themselves to you, nipples already stiff from the combination of the cold air in your apartment and her unrelenting desire for you. You didn’t waste anymore time as you leaned in and latched your lips on her left breast, using your free hand to massage the other one. Hyeju leans her head back in pleasure, her hands raking through your hair as a way of informing you of the overwhelming pleasure you’re giving her.

“R-Right there, shit.”

You switch back and forth between the two breasts, giving both equal attention as your tongue swirls around her nipples. Your hands aren’t laying idle, however, as they wander around her tight stomach before making their way towards her thighs–undoubtedly your favorite part of her body. Your hand creeps up to her panties and she’s about as aroused as you imagined, her slick leaving your fingers damp. She gasps at the touch, her sensitivity reaching near astronomical levels.

You look up at her and she gives you the green light to continue. You pull her lace underwear down her legs and remove it, revealing her clean shaven pussy. You detach your lips from her breast to drink in the sight of her bare naked form in front of you. Her inner thighs are already wet with her essence as she spreads them wide so you can get a full view of her. Your cock hardens even more at the sight of her waiting to be tasted and devoured. She really prepared for tonight. 

You’re practically drooling but you’re going to have to save the foreplay for a later date because your length is straining against your boxer so much that it’s starting to become painful. You join her in becoming bare naked as you make quick work of removing your remaining piece of clothing, your length standing tall and proud. Hyeju’s eyes widen at the sight, mouth agape at the sheer size of your fully erect cock. “Holy shit…” She sits up and grabs your shaft, pumping it slowly–causing even more of your precum to drip all over your sheets.

“Hye, fuck that’s so good.” She smirks at the sight of you helpless under her touch, reduced to moaning and making incoherent sounds. Not even all of the times you’ve masturbated thinking of her are able to mirror how her soft and dainty hands can rapidly build up the familiar tension in your stomach. Your reactions serve as an encouragement for her to pump your shaft faster and harder and you’re going to have to physically stop her before you end up exploding all over her hands.

“S-Stop, I don’t wanna cum yet.” Your chest heaves sporadically as you try to recollect your breath. The aftermath of your first ever handjob leaves you dazed as your brain tries to process the euphoria. To show your gratitude, you engage in another liplock with Hyeju. You place a hand on the back of her head as you lay her down on the bed softly, hovering on top of her.

In the heat of the moment, you utter the words you’d never thought would come out of your mouth, “God, I love you so much Son Hyeju.”

Her face instantly reacts to your sudden profession of love; it’s apparent that she didn’t expect you to say those words either but her heart is filled to the brim with joy as her feelings towards you have finally been validated. And for just a second, you stare at each other’s eyes with love instead of lust. “I love you too, you idiot.”

The lust makes its presence known again however, as you align your cock with her pussy. You take both of her hands and clasp them with yours as you proceed to insert yourself into her inch-by-inch, carefully studying her reactions to make sure she’s comfortable. A throaty moan escapes her mouth as you bottom out and finally push your entire length into her. The suffocating heat of her walls forces you to bury your face on the crook of her neck.

“S-Shit. You’re so fucking tight, Hye.”

Her brain tries and fails to formulate a response under such immense pleasure. But her high-pitched moans and the way her hands grip the bedsheets is enough of an indication of how good you’re making her feel. A few more slow and steady thrusts and you can feel your length sliding in and out of her with ease thanks to how wet she is. On a particular thrust, she moans louder than ever and her nails dig deep into your shoulder.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry. Was I too rough?” You pull out quickly, panicking because you thought you’ve hurt her but instead she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around her waist– leaving no inch of space between the two of you. You quickly come to the realization that you have discovered the fabled g-spot.

“No! Just keep moving, damn it!” You re-insert your length inside her again, hellbent on hitting that spot with every long and deep thrust. Much like you earlier, she’s been reduced to moaning and whimpering as her nails leave scratches all over your back and shoulders. Her majestic moans flow right through your ears along with the wet slapping of the skin–forming a beautiful symphony that can only be composed by two people deeply in love with each other.

“F-Fuck, you’re so fucking deep! Fuck me hard just like that, please I’m so close.” You didn’t have to be told twice. Put a hold on the lovemaking, you take hold of her hips as you piston in and out of her with vigor and passion. She’s practically shouting your name along with a bunch of curse words at this point and you had to shut her up with a kiss lest you want to receive a plethora of noise complaints from your neighbors tomorrow morning.

Ironically, she’s silent as she reaches her orgasm–her mouth hanging open but no sound comes out. Her eyes are shut tight as her limbs tense up around you. Her walls are squeezing your cock so tightly that you almost reached your own peak. You leave kisses along her jaw and down to her neck as she comes down from the blistering high.

A few minutes passed before she finally calmed down, looking at you with glazed eyes. You brush loose strands of her aside as you give her a peck on the forehead. “Did you also..?”

“Not yet.”

“Let me return the favor, how do you want me?”

“Like this.”

With your cock still deep inside her pussy, you pull her up so that she’s straddling you. She quickly picks up the cue as she wraps her arms around your neck and begins bouncing up and down your length. You respond by wrapping your arms around her waist as you thrust upwards, trying to match her pace. Moans begin to fill the room once more and this time you join her in the symphony as you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the promised land.

You dive down on her enticing breasts once again as they move hypnotizingly with each thrust. They might just be your favorite part of her body after all. Due to how sensitive she is, Hyeju reaches her second orgasm of the night; her juices flowing onto your thighs and onto the bed sheets. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take too long for the familiar tension to build up in your stomach to make its presence known. You were surprised that you even managed to endure for this long.

“Hyeju, I’m gonna cum.”

“I-Inside.”

“H-Hyeju, are you su-”

“Yes! Just breed me, you fucking idiot!”

“Fuck!”

The tension finally snaps, the symphony reaching its crescendo as you empty ropes and ropes of semen into her womb. The intensity of your orgasm is enough for you to have an out-of-body experience, your vision going white as you fill her to the brim–painting her walls white with all of your seed.

She detaches her body from yours and gets up, the copious amount of semen that you released inside her dripping down her thighs. Burn the image in your head, the sight of Hyeju post-sex is ethereal and you wouldn’t mind seeing it every night. You head towards the top of the bed and she follows you. 

She then scoots closer to you and rests her head on your chest, tracing circles on your pecs absentmindedly. Silence fills the room, but it’s a comfortable and peaceful one. You leave small, chaste kisses on the crown of her head as you pull the blanket towards the two of you. Your heart swells with happiness as Hyeju is finally in your arms.

“So what am I to you now?”

Hyeju looks at you with that bright, gummy smile again; and after all these years, you finally hear the words you’ve been waiting for.

“My boyfriend.”

Sparks

LOONA Olivia Hye x Male Reader | Tags: (Fluff, Smut) | girlfriend!Olivia

A/N 1: A sequel to Sober. Big thanks as always to @kaedespicelatte for beta reading this piece.

A/N 2: Happy birthday to my lovely wife. Hopefully her 21st birthday celebration is much more festive than mine.

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“How long do you think it would’ve taken us to start dating if it wasn’t for that party?” 

The cool breeze of the night time wind brings an unparalleled comforting feeling; the same can’t be said for your racing heart as she leans her head on your shoulder. The question floats in the air; a moment of silence and your eyes wander up to the night sky—far from the rest of Seoul; far from the bustling metropolis affixed with skyscrapers and the dreaded sense of urgency they bring. Another midnight drive out to a quaint part of the city; a scenic view providing an opportunity to take a wondrous glance at the skyline. The city remains the same. Your relationship with Hyeju, however, has taken on a new label twenty one years in the making.

She’s now your girlfriend—not just in your recurring dreams in which you envision her in your arms with the brightest smile on her face. It’s not just a wish anymore, when you would spend sleepless nights wondering whether you will ever get the opportunity to date her; whether you even deserved to get such an opportunity in the first place. Every single doubt and worry is buried with each passing day that you can call her yours. 

Hands intertwined not only to provide warmth on this cold November night but also to show just how much your relationship with her has grown. “I don’t know.” Rub her hands with yours to provide warmth though the running engine underneath the hood of your car you two are currently sitting on does the same. 

“A couple months, maybe? I mean you were making it so obvious that you liked me.” A smirk, then the stinging pain left as she lightly punches you in the arm—cheeks reddening which makes her look even cuter than she already is. 

“Jerk. If you knew then why didn’t you say anything, huh?” A playful glare from the wolf as she looks up at you but even the briefest of eye contact at such close proximities makes her extremely shy—which is ironic since she’s always the one that initiates your makeout sessions. Something about the fact that you’re not just her childhood best friend anymore but also her boyfriend is enough to spark the butterflies in her stomach. Years upon years of unrequited love and wondering about the what-ifs has finally paid off. But nothing much has changed between the two of you.

She’s still that same Hyeju you’ve known for the better part of your life. That same Hyeju that you grew up with. That same Hyeju that never fails to grab the opportunity to tease you; that same Hyeju that would always hold hands with you around campus; that same competitive Hyeju you only see during game nights; that same tsundere Hyeju who is so deeply in love with you that she was willing to harbor her feelings for twenty years until she had no choice but to finally reveal her feelings. The only difference is that she’s yours now.

But never beyond your wildest dreams would you have thought that you would be experiencing such a moment with her. You thought you would forever be stuck on the sidelines; perhaps evolve into fuck buddies and never progress any further than that. Or worse, she would find someone better—someone perhaps more deserving of her love and everything it brings to your relationship. But above everything else, you were afraid that you would burn the bridge with your best friend.

“Cuz I didn’t know if you were just playing around. Not trying to get my hopes up, you know?” 

A moment of silence fills the atmosphere once again, then you feel her lips make contact with your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Feel the subtle squeeze of her hands; her features illuminated by the full moon as she moves closer to you. “I didn’t want to lose what we had.” A deep exhale creating a trail of vapor in the thin air; her captivating eyes staring deep into your soul; a manifesto of feelings that leaves you scrambling in its wake.

“I don’t want to imagine my life without you.”

Only Hyeju can rip your heart to shreds and build it back up to complete functionality with one statement. Only she can leave you in a whirlwind of emotions with ease. A rare moment of vulnerability from your girlfriend; a side of hers that she only shows to you and no one else. More than the euphoria it provides, it makes you want to protect her with everything you have and to ensure that you will have more moments like these with her.

But the feeling is mutual. One month without her was already hell; and just the thought of living the rest of your life without the only person you care about in the entire universe is a punishment you wouldn’t wish even on your worst enemies. She’s just as important to your existence as it is to breathe. And without her, you are only a shell of yourself.

Rough, calloused hands make their way onto her face. “Fucking hell, Hye….” They shiver as they make contact with her porcelain skin; the gravity of her words and the wintry weather of Seoul makes it an uphill battle to maintain such composure. She’s never one to openly express her feelings, and it’s clear how affected she is by her words just as much as you are. 

Likewise you’re equally as capable of taking her breath away just as much as she does with yours. Mere inches separate the two of you as you lean your face dangerously close–you take this opportunity to appreciate just how beautiful she truly is. Not even the seven wonders of the world can compare to the sight in front of you, and you want to cherish every single moment with her as if it’s your last. That’s how much you love Son Hyeju, and she deserves to hear it from you every single day.

“God, I love you so fucking much.” 

A supernova of emotions, enough to spark fireworks in her heart. The trembling of her lips; the shakiness of her eyes; the light tint of red on her cheeks; the synchronization of heartbeats signifying a connection spanning two decades. It’s only natural when your lips finally meet hers, arms wrapping carefully around her waist while she does the same to your neck. Unlike your other makeout sessions, this kiss is devoid of lust but rather full of your love and passion for each other. 

The way Hyeju whimpers as you gently nibble on her lower lip–tasting her strawberry lip balm; the way you can feel her clutch her fingers around your neck as you slip your cold fingers underneath her hoodie to feel more of her; such actions make her even more resistible and you want to make sure that she knows just how much you cherish her, just how much she means to you. Even more so as you gently lay her on the steel surface, hovering above her as you deepen the kiss.

Whenever you’re with her, nothing else in the world matters. Not the fact that her parents don’t necessarily approve of your relationship—they initially thought you two were joking around when you finally made it official. Nor the fact that your own parents don’t approve either–they think Hyeju is too much of a “rebel” for their liking. But that’s what makes her more attractive in your eyes; the fact that she’s not like the others; she’s an enigma, your enigma. And considering that you two didn’t even think you would be dating, you could care less about their opinions.

Much more so when she’s squirming and blushing under your touch. Her addictive scent drives you crazier and crazier as you move lower to leave kisses on her neck, placing soft and gentle kisses followed by intense and needy ones—enough to form deep purple marks; enough to show everyone that Hyeju is yours and nothing can take her away from you. More whimpers and soft moans as you finish marking her, leaving her breathless as unfocused eyes try their absolute best to latch on to you. Then another tender kiss on her lips for good measure. 

Minus the sound of crickets chirping in the vicinity and your bated breaths, it’s completely silent. Silent enough for you to sense her heart that only beats for you. Brush loose strands of her hair aside; then she flashes that bright, gummy smile of hers–sending shockwaves to your fragile heart like it usually does. Lay down right beside her; feel her soft hand reach out for yours as you return to your original position fifteen minutes ago. 

Midnight drives have always been your favorite thing to do with her–even when you two were just childhood best friends that had painfully obvious attraction towards one another; and more so now that you two are dating. There’s something about the tranquility and calmness; the calm despite the storm; the added intimacy of being able to open up to each other without being judged by everyone else. But above all, you can throw everything else away and focus all of your attention on her.  

Just like right now as you both look up at the stars. Without the artificial light created by the skyscrapers, they’re much more luminous as they take sole possession of the night sky. Just like how Hyeju has taken sole possession of your entire being. She is irreplaceable, always will be. And even though she does not explicitly state it, she feels the same way about you. Like the laws of physics, such an axiom proved to be true time and time again.

First proof: senior year of high school when she got ditched by her prom date; you’ve never seen her so distraught yet look so stunning at the same time, especially when she spent the entire week talking about how excited she was. She’s never one to cry and to see her on the brink of tears as you comforted her on the passenger seat of your car still haunts you to this day. Needless to say, you spent the rest of the night eating a tub of ice cream with her in your apartment, trying your best to cheer her up even though it isn’t necessarily your forte—while secretly wanting to beat up the idiot that stood her up. It was at that point that she realized how lucky she is to have you by her side.

Second proof: finals week of your freshman year in college when she helped you with a statistics project that you procrastinated on for three months. Did she tell you to work on it early? Yes. Did you receive plenty of scolding from her? Yes, there’s nothing more terrifying—and adorable—than an angry Hyeju. Did you insist heavily that she didn’t have to help you? Yes, but her willpower is way stronger than yours. And with her assistance, you were able to finish it by pulling consecutive all nighters and passed the class with a respectable grade. In return, you took her on a road trip that summer where you made so many memories—a gesture that made her fall in life with you even harder.

A poke on your cheeks as she gives you another kiss on the lips. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been spacing out for like five minutes.”

“Sorry. Just thinking about stuff.”

“Like what?” She sits up and you do the same, feet dangling off the vehicle. 

“Like how lucky I am to have you.”

You don’t miss the way she bites her lips to try and hide her smile, turning away from you. “Tch. You and your cheesy words….” This is the fifth time you’ve made her blush in the span of thirty minutes, and it can’t be good for her heart. Flashbacks to your first date arises, when it felt like you two were just meeting each other for the very first time.

There was something familiar about her, yet so different. From the moment you two sat down at that diner you’ve always wanted to bring her to, up until the point when it was time to get the bill and she refused to make you pay for the entire meal. Everything remained the same; the way she laughed, the way she smiled that beautiful smile, the way she complained about how much her unnies teased her, the way she would carefully brush her hair to the side whenever she eats. 

Except everything else felt different. She would laugh a little harder at your jokes; she was more confident when it came to holding your hands; she blushed heavily when the waitress asked if you two were a couple—as opposed to her usual disgusted reaction. The atmosphere was different, much more so when she gave you a kiss on the cheeks as you dropped her off at her apartment. You might as well have scored a buzzer-beater with the way you were screaming in joy as soon as she got out of your car. 

“Well, clearly you like it.” That she can’t deny, though she will never admit it to you—despite her facial expressions failing to hide anything. 

Or perhaps not. “What if I say I do, huh? What are you gonna do?” Despite the hundreds of billions of stars that make up the universe, they can never compare to how much she shines. She may not be as bright and bubbly like Jiwoo and Yerim, or as energetic as Yeojin—but when she’s with you, she’s more confident and comfortable. 

“I’m gonna keep on being your cheesy boyfriend then.” A nudge of her shoulders; then she rolls her eyes. 

“Hmph, it’s not like I asked for it…” But nothing can beat tsundere Hyeju; when she’s at her cutest and most attractive. Even though the smile on her face negates any chance of you actually believing what she’s saying. If she could, she would tell you to keep saying sweet things to her; though such a request could cause her heart to explode every time you do it. She was never one to be receptive to compliments—but when it’s from you, Hyeju melts into putty.  

Two can play that game; and being around each other for such a long time allows you to perfectly counter her bantering. “Weren’t you the one that seduced me that night?” It takes no less than a second for you to receive another punch on the arm, this one much stronger than the previous. And now, her face might as well turn red—only you can cause her to be in such a state of disarray.

“It’s because you were taking too long to make a move, you idiot!” A rare pout from the wolf; burying her face on your shoulders as she tries to hide again. But you weren’t going to let her get away this time. Place a hand on her shoulders as a timid Hyeju confronts you.

“Well I’m sorry too. I was worried about our friendship. Didn’t wanna take such a huge risk.”

“I know, I understand.” Snow begins to fall, gradually turning the surroundings to a bright hue of white. “I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life up until that night. If I screwed everything up, I might never be able to talk to you again. Or do this.” Then she leans over to give you another kiss on the cheeks.

By this point, your own cheeks have turned red as well—thankfully you can use the blistering cold temperature as an excuse. “But you didn’t screw up. And look at us now.”

“Right? I can’t believe it’s been seven months already.” You bring her hand inside the pocket of your hoodie to keep it warm while she snuggles closer to you.

“Yeah, it only felt like yesterday when we finally decided to move in together.” A decision that should have been made a long time ago—except you were worried about what the implication of living with your childhood best friend would be when you were not dating her yet at that time. It turned out to be a wise financial decision as you two expected; she finally had enough money to pay off her car, and you could finally start paying off your bills.

“Oh yeah, speaking of which. You still haven’t told anyone where our new apartment is?”

“No, because the unnies are gonna be there every single damn week and I know you’re gonna hate it.”

“I mean I’m cool with them. I think you’re the one that’s gonna hate it.”

“Well I just don’t have the energy to deal with them at times.”

“I’m glad you have the energy to deal with me then.”

“Well I love you, that’s why. Even though you can be annoying as fuck sometimes.”

A chuckle; even as your girlfriend she still never fails to amaze you. “I love you too, Hye.”

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“Yah! Stop cheating!”

Crushed cans of beer, empty bottles of soju and vodka, empty boxes of pizza and chicken wings, pillows scattered in every direction, a sole blanket covering the two of you, the flashing of the flat-screen TV you two impulsively bought just for the purpose of gaming, sounds of buttons mashing on the Nintendo Switch and her occasional screams, Hyeju looking absolutely adorable in her pajamas—all tell-tale signs of another typical game night on a weekend.

That would be the case except for the half-eaten birthday cake resting on the dinner table, a chocolate mousse cake from her favorite bakery—the way her face lit up as soon as you surprised her is priceless. There’s also chunks of gift wrapper scattered all over the living room; if there’s any proof that Hyeju is loved by her friends, it would be the amount of gifts she received tonight.  Oh, and there’s also golden balloons spelling out “Happy birthday, Hyeju” hanging precariously on the wall. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask Yerim and her boyfriend to do it since they just ended up flirting the entire time. 

But the surprise party ended up being a success and it’s a twenty-first birthday celebration in the most Hyeju way possible. She refused to let you take her to an expensive restaurant, or buy her any gifts even though you heavily insisted, or make you treat her any differently than you usually would. All she asked for was something simple: to spend more time with you. Maybe it’s because you two are finally adults now; with more responsibilities and problems to deal with; with less time for the simple things in life. And for her birthday, your gift for her is your presence alone.

“It’s not cheating. Just admit I’m finally better than you, Hye.”

A sigh of defeat as she loses another close race in Mario Kart, thanks to a well-timed use of the infamous blue shell. “How did you get a blue shell two laps in a row? That’s not fair!” 

“I believe it’s called luck.”

A determined look paints her face, and the competitive side of Hyeju begins to show itself once again. No more cuddling for now, it’s time for her to kick your butt and show who’s the better gamer in this relationship. And for the next thirty minutes, that’s exactly what she does. Out of the next six races, you won exactly none—you were about to win the third one but you decided to let her have it by falling out of bounds on purpose.

A victory dance in her pajamas as she stands up and celebrates like a kid—overflowing joy painting her face. And you can’t help but smile like an idiot—if Hyeju is happy, you’re happy. And if this is the reaction you get everytime she wins, you’ll gladly lose in every single game night from now on. “See? I told you I’m still better than you.” 

“So what do you wanna do now?” You pull her back down towards the couch to resume your cuddle and she thankfully reciprocates your hug as she leans her head on your shoulder.

“I wanna play another game, but I’m kinda tired.”

A gentle kiss on her lips, the taste of grape-flavored soju lingering in her mouth. It’s time for you to reveal your gift to her; save the best for last. “Let me take care of you tonight, then.”

“What are you tal–”

In one swift motion you have managed to carry her in your arms bridal style and to your surprise, she’s not hitting you with a barrage of complaints—perhaps it’s the alcohol, maybe she was expecting this tonight. A few quick steps and you are able to open the door to your shared bedroom with ease. Her eyes look at you with a mixture of lust and confusion, much more so when you place her on the bed and immediately move yourself on top of her. Her alluring eyes invites you, along with a bite of her lip as she carefully studies your face.

“I want to give you my gift.”

Then with unbridled hunger, you smash your lips into hers; an immediate response is what you get as she wraps her legs around your waist to pull you closer to her. You can feel your cock hardening and you know Hyeju can as well with the way her moans and whimpers are increasing in volume as you grind your clothed length on her. You know she’s wet and just the image of her drenched thighs is enough to send your lust into overdrive. Sex with Hyeju never gets old and it never will.

Pull away briefly to take off your shirt and you do the same for her, grabbing the hem of the soft fabric of her pajamas and inching it upwards to reveal her tight and immaculate body only for you to see; her top eventually joins the discarded pile on the floor and underneath the warm lights of your shared bedroom she looks absolutely ethereal. Her signature triangular shaped lips are agape, chest heaving slightly as she tries to catch her breath, fingers clutching the sheets as she anticipates your next move.  A hand reaches out to cup her clothed breasts while you engage in another round of kissing with her, feeling her moan as your hands begin to roam her body.

“Hmph!”

Even more so as you make your way down to her jawline and her neck, faint marks of the hickey you left a week ago still apparent. She’s squirming even as your lips are barely grazing her sweat-glazed skin, sensitivity reaching near meteoric levels. Her addictive scent infiltrates your senses as you begin to mark her once again, replacing the old hickeys with much more intense and darker ones. You change it up once in a while; a lick, a bite, a kiss—all serving to make her squirm and whimper under your touch even more, every reaction from her just urges you to pleasure her even more.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you Hye.” Shivers sent down her spine as you breathe heavily, each exhale making contact with her skin. But hearing such words from you is what makes her heart swoon, causing her lust to drive up much higher than usual compared to your other intimate nights together. Thank goodness you can’t see just how red her cheeks are at this moment. You are never one to explicitly tell her such things and to hear it from you tonight is going to cause her fragile heart to explode—and she needs to do something, anything to maintain her composure.

“You talk too much, you idiot.” Thank goodness you’re wearing sweatpants because she is able to pull it down with ease along with your boxers, revealing your hardened member that’s twitching and yearning for her. It always dumbfounded her as to how erect you can get, but she’s not going to wait any longer with a feast in front of her eyes. With newfound strength, she switches position with you so that she’s now on top. 

“If you’re gonna offer me your dick as your gift, then I can decide what I can do with it, right?” You gulp, it’s rare to see Hyeju take control in bed. If there was any place where she isn’t keen to assert her will, it’s the bedroom. She would just let you have your way with her and pleasure her however you can. And seeing this side of her just causes more precum to drip out of you. 

Excited, you nod as if it’s your birthday and not hers. “Sur—“ Lean your head back as she slowly wraps her dainty fingers around your length, beginning to pump you at an excruciatingly slow pace. You can’t control the needy groans coming out of your mouth—not when she’s giving you a seductive look. But it’s hard to maintain control once she pauses briefly to take off her pants, revealing those delicious thighs that you just want to dive in on and as you expected, her panties are already drenched.

“H-Hyeju, shit…”

Then she goes back to pumping your length, this time increasing the pace while fondling your balls. The pleasure multiplies tenfold and you don’t know where Hyeju got this sudden burst of confidence from but underneath the warm lights, she’s going to cause you to explode much faster than you would prefer. But you don’t have the energy to tell her, with each stroke of your length only causing the familiar tension to build in your stomach. It’s hard to focus on anything and you miss the smirk on her face as she continues to give you pleasure. Your breath gets shorter and shorter, more precum dripping all over your sheets. Just one more…

“Wait.” Just as the tension is about to break, Hyeju comes to an abrupt stop. Dazed and confused, you look up at her with your cock twitching rapidly, aching to explode in her hands and possibly paint her beautiful face with your semen. And it really might as well be your birthday because she pushes you further up the bed until you reach the headboard and begins to make her way back down to your length again.

“I wanna taste you.” Before you can even process the words that just came out of her mouth, she’s already moving down south as her face comes dangerously close to your cock. Then a curious tongue licks across the slit of your length, sending waves of electricity down your spine, enough for you to curl your toes as she carefully takes you into her mouth. It takes her numerous times to get adjusted to you, using her hands to stroke you and lubricate you using her saliva to make it easier for her.

In the back of your head, you’re still wondering just where she learned such skills. But all coherent thoughts disappear into the cosmos when you can feel your tip hit the back of her throat, signaling that she’s finally able to take you all the way in. The warmth and suction that her mouth provides is comparable to that of her pussy, and you might have just found your new favorite sex act after tonight. Especially when she proceeds to bob her head up and down leaving you once again breathless and groaning. Lewd sounds of her mouth taking you in so well is enough to send you the brink of the edge and the sight of her absolutely loving it is ethereal.

It doesn’t take too long before you can feel the tension beginning to grow again. “Hye, I’m gonna cum!”

You try to remove Hyeju off of you, signaling her of your impending orgasm but it only makes her bob her head up and down that much faster and you can hear her try to say something but it’s difficult given her mouth is full of your cock. And having been blue-balled already, it only takes a few more pumps for you to explode in her mouth. A loud groan escaping your lips as you empty shot after shot of thick, white semen. Her mouth is too warm and for someone that’s giving a blowjob for the first time, she is too good. The result is an orgasm that’s as strong as when you first had sex with her.

Hyeju removes her mouth and coughs immediately as she tries to swallow all of your cum, with some dripping down the side of her mouth due to your heavy load. Guilt immediately strikes you and you grab a box of tissues from the bedside table and hand it to her. She takes it and begins to wipe herself with it. “S-Shit Hye, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I was the one that wanted it.” Her gummy smile appears once again, as if she didn’t just give you an extremely intense orgasm. “Plus, you tasted delicious like I expected.” You’ve already cum once and you’re embarrassed by the way your length quickly shoots back to full-mast with her words. And it doesn’t help when she gets off the bed and proceeds to take off her bra and panties, revealing her plentiful breasts and thighs already dripping with desire. 

But it’s unfair that it’s only you on the receiving end of the mind-blowing pleasure, especially since it’s her birthday. And despite wanting to just pound her already and feel those luscious thighs wrapped around you, you want to service her. That’s why you grab her arms and pull her towards you, flipping positions once again so that you’re back on top. Give her a quick kiss on the lips before making your way down to her neck, making sure to leave more deep, purple marks for her to have a hard time trying to hide. You do the same with her shoulders and collarbones; but your hands aren’t idle as they make their way towards her pussy, already drenching your sheets.

“A-Ahh!”

Slowly but carefully, you stick one finger in. You can feel her throat vibrate as you continue to leave kisses. As always, she’s so wonderfully tight despite being so wet. It’s a miracle that she’s able to take in your length so well when she clenches so tightly with just one, measly finger. Having made sure that not even makeup would be able to hide the hickeys, you move further down south to her breasts. You use a free hand to gently knead her right breast while you immediately dive in on her left breast, sucking harshly on the stiff nipple due to arousal.

You are easily able to find her g-spot and hit it with each thrust of your finger inside her. You make sure to give both breasts equal attention as you switch your target to her right breast, sucking on the flesh. With two points of pleasure, Hyeju is melting into putty as she wraps her arms tightly around your necks. Beautiful and lustful moans of your name reverberate throughout the bedroom and you just want to drink it all in. Being more daring, you decide to add another finger to the mix.

“F-Fuck, so good!”

“Cum for me, Hye. Please.” You stare at her beautiful eyes, pleading and begging for such a sweet release. And as her boyfriend, you are more than delighted to make such a request happen. It only takes a few more thrusts for the dam to finally break and with one final moan of your name, she leaks all over your fingers and the bed sheets. Regretfully, you take your face off of her breasts to give her a deep and passionate kiss as she comes down from her own orgasm. Brush loose strands of disheveled hair aside as she tries to regain her breath and focus. 

It takes her a few minutes to get her bearings but just like a wolf in heat, she’s ready to pounce on you again as she gets on top of you. She’s completely drenched in sweat just like you are and that just makes her even more attractive in your eyes. This might be the most passionate night of lovemaking you two have had so far and the fact that it’s on her birthday nonetheless makes it even more special. Take a break to appreciate this moment, to appreciate her. Sit up to meet her face-to-face, leaning in slowly to give her a passionate kiss on the lips. You two let the kiss run its course until the biological need to breathe forces an end to the lip lock.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A wide smile that you reciprocate; then she nods—she knows you too well and is aware that you won’t proceed any further until she’s ready. There were no more words needed to be said as she carefully aligned herself with your length. You wrap your arms around her waist as she does the same to your neck. Muffle her moans by engaging in another kiss, feeling her whimper as you swirl your tongue around hers. As she bottoms out, a guttural groan escapes her mouth as the kiss ends. 

It’s incredible how she’s still so tight despite one orgasm already down the drain. And the suffocating warmth of her walls envelopes your cock in a delightful sensation that leaves you very much in the same state as her. Once she’s gotten used to your length, she begins to bounce up and down—matching your thrusts as you are able to find her g-spot once again with ease. This action causes a high-pitched moan to escape her mouth as she wraps her arms around you much tighter. 

“P-Please, you’re fucking me so well…”

A hand creeps up to her breast while the other roams around her body. From her butt to her thighs to her hips—anything to relieve the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling. Meanwhile she’s already left plenty of scratch marks on your back that will surely sting by tomorrow morning—moans traveling directly to your ears as she rests her chin on your shoulder. Hyeju riding you is your favorite position; not only do you get to see her breasts bouncing hypnotizingly but you also get a full view of her in pleasure using your cock as the tool.

But tonight has been a night full of firsts and you truly want to make this memorable. With the very minimal amount of energy you have left you stand up from the bed with Hyeju wrapping her limbs tightly around you. You rest your hands on the back of her thighs to support her as more high-pitched moans leave her mouth at the new angle, your cock driving deeper into her pussy with the aid of gravity. Your years of working out in the gym with her has paid off for this very moment as you easily lift her into your arms and continue to thrust upwards into her. 

It’s absolutely hot, the way she’s clinging on to you for dear life as she comes crashing back down onto you after every pump. More sweat drips down your bodies along with the juices that are constantly leaking out of her. Take her in for another kiss as her nails continue to leave dark, red marks on your shoulders and back. Carefully, you lean her onto the wall as you try to maintain the unrelenting pace. She’s clenching tightly around your length which could only mean that she’s close to another orgasm.

But with how turned on you have been for the entire night, you’re close to your own orgasm as well. Despite that, her pleasure comes first above everything else so you angle your thrusts to aim for Hyeju’s g-spot once again and she’s on the brink of tears as the pleasure meter reaches full-throttle. Dive down for her breasts again and as you take a nipple into your mouth, she screams your name as she reaches her peak for the second time and with how much tighter she’s become, this is much stronger than the first one. Her juices begin to drip down both of your thighs and onto the floor.

And you weren’t that far off. Thanks to the added lubrication of her orgasm, it becomes that much simpler to pound her and thrust into her. With a few more thrusts, you groan into her neck as you fill her with ribbons upon ribbons of semen. The excess drips out of her pussy and joins the fluids resulting from your lovemaking on the floor. 

On wobbly legs, you manage to safely bring her back to the bed—not caring about the fluids you two just left on the floor. You two were a mess, but a good mess. Everything feels sticky and hot but Hyeju doesn’t care and neither do you. Shower can wait until tomorrow—and maybe you’ll have to help her clean herself again just like after that fateful night. Maybe her friends will tease you again because of the hickeys you’ve made. Maybe you’ll go on another date, perhaps a thousand more. Everything can wait, because you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with her.

Take this moment to appreciate her once again, as she slowly drifts to sleep with her head resting on your chest. You would gladly spend more birthdays with her, more game nights with her, more days with her. So as long as you can keep seeing that beautiful smile of hers and everything else that makes you deeply in love with her. Place a kiss on her lips softly as you utter the words you didn’t get the chance to directly say to her today:

“Happy birthday, Hye.”

Sunkissed

LOONA Choerry x Male Reader | (Tags: Fluff, Smut) | housemate!Choerry

A/N 1: So I ended up finishing this way earlier than expected (thanks to Queendom Choerry and Baseball Choerry). Thank you once again to @kaedewrites for the beta read.

A/N 2: Happy advanced 21st birthday to LOONA’s resident sunshine!

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“Newton’s law of universal gravitation states that every particle attracts another particle with a force that is directly proportional to their masses. One example of this is the Sun’s centripetal force which keeps all of the planets in the solar system in a circular orbit. The formula for this law is….” 

“Oppa.” A gentle tap on your shoulder; you ignore the disturbance with a light shrug. Your hands mindlessly type away on your laptop while your eyes are focused on the whiteboard filled with numbers, Greek letters, and free body diagrams—who decided to add letters to mathematical equations? The commotion is enough to peel your eyes away from the lecture. Crap, what was the formula again? You can’t miss this one, your physics grade relies upon this stupid, irrelevant equation.

The human embodiment of sunshine sitting beside you is displeased with your lack of response. “Oppa.” The voice is much louder now, with more urgency and a slight hint of annoyance. It becomes harder and harder to ignore but you resist the temptation to give in to her—a great challenge considering her intense gravitational pull on you despite standing at only 163 centimeters tall and weighing so lightly that you can give her a piggyback ride while running at full sprint. Perhaps you could’ve used that formula to explain such a phenomenon.

You can hear her whine, shifting slightly on her seat as she tries her absolute best to make you notice her. From your peripheral vision, you can spot her puffing her cheeks in frustration–you will soon realize why it was a bad idea to ignore her. You attempt to keep your focus on the lecture but this is all for naught as you feel a pinch on your sides, causing you to let out an unbecoming squeak. The professor is fortunately unfazed by this—such shenanigans occur on a weekly basis between you and the woman sitting beside you that it’s anticipated. A brief pause; a clearing of his throat to warn you not to interrupt him ever again, then the disquisition proceeds as normal. Heat rises up to your cheeks as your friends look at you and laugh.

“Choerry, what the hell do you want?” Through gritted teeth you express your annoyance as you finally give her a glimpse, although the sulking expression that she immediately responds with is enough to break down even the Great Wall of China—you’re only a mere mortal after all. Screw this lecture, the sunshine princess deserves your undivided attention. She always gives you her notes anyways.

“C-Can you buy me pads? I forgot to grab some before we left the apartment.”

What the fuck? Pause the typing as you try to process the words that she just uttered; perplexity coursing through your coffee-powered cerebrum. You are befuddled at the fact that her relentless efforts to interrupt your note-taking all boils down to something so elementary. Hold back the urge to curse; such language should not be used in this environment nor towards her–although you’re guilty of snapping at her when your patience and composure has been tested far too often.

“Can’t you wait after class?” You peek at your smartwatch. “There’s like twenty minut-“

“Hnngghhh.” A pout, then a hasty tug on your arm. Disregard your initial reaction, the sun counteracts with a solar flare that renders all forms of communication inside your brain useless. Mission control is out of reach, it’s just you against the largest object in the solar system–a battle you are willing to concede given every opportunity. Fuck, she looks so adorable.

The wordless response might seem nonsensical and trivial to the untrained, but you’ve known her for long enough to decipher what it truly means: her menstrual cycle has begun and therefore she isn’t going to take “no” for an answer. You dare not question such logic—women are already complex enough creatures for you. With a deep sigh, you stuff all of your belongings into your backpack as silently as possible. Good thing you’re sitting adjacent to the hallway so your exit is much less noticeable; the bad thing is that the campus convenience store is a 30-minute walk. 

Will you make the treacherous journey under the blistering summer heat, anyways? Yes, because you will do anything for her. Turn around to give her one last look before you step out; she forms a heart over her head, accompanied with a captivating smile that is enough to quell the remnants of irritation you had inside of you. Ignore how your heart unexpectedly begins to race at supersonic speeds, bury such feelings and hopefully you won’t have to revisit them.

“It’s that time of the month for your girlfriend again, huh?”

You roll your eyes; everyone is really testing your patience today. “For the hundredth time, she’s not my girlfriend.” Hide your identity with a baseball cap and a mask all you want but you’ve been at this particular convenience store so frequently that the cashier can easily recognize you.

“Yeah, because girls just ask their male friends to buy them pads.” He takes the conspicuous pink bag from you and scans it. “You even almost wiped out the snacks section. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you’re feeding a crowd.” He then works on scanning the pile of snacks; gummy bears, yogurts, and a cornucopia of whatever candy bars you could find–you refer to it as her “care package.”

“Trust me, you do not want to deal with Choerry when she’s like this.”

“Of course you would know, Choerry’s boyfriend.” The black plastic bag thankfully conceals the contents inside, “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be buying a pack of condoms next time you come around.”

“I’m leaving.” With a heated face, you give him the exact amount before rushing out of the convenience store and making your way back towards your friend. You receive a timely text as you come face-to-face once again with the sweltering weather.

From: Sunshine Princess

“oppa class just finished! meet me outside the girls’ bathroom juseyo ♡ ”

The delivery of the care package was thankfully successful; although once again you had to bear with the weird looks that other students gave you because of how uncomfortable you look standing outside the girls’ bathroom and how her neon purple backpack hangs precariously on your left shoulder. You keep glancing at your smartwatch as if that will result in the passage of time going by much quicker. 

With nothing else to do, you pull out your phone; unlocking the device takes you to a website of a jewelry store, the page is filled with a variety of rings–memories of your desperate searching for the perfect one last night creeps back in. You’re suddenly remembered of the occasion that is approaching way sooner than you would have preferred. Her birthday. You made it a mission to give her a birthday gift that is much better than the previous–a Harry Potter hoodie the first year, an amusement park “friendly date” last year, and a friendship ring this year. Yes, that meant that you had to go through the process of sneakily trying to find her ring size. 

Hours of surfing the internet gave you many suggestions. Ask her friends? No, they’ll definitely tell her–they’re too talkative for their own good. Her parents? No, they already want you to be their son-in-law so this’ll just add fuel to the fire. Guess you’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way and that’s exactly what happened. With a tape measure in hand, you did your best to measure her ring finger during one of the typical Friday movie nights. Batman was on and she ended up falling asleep around the two and a half hour mark due to how long it is–it was the perfect chance. 

Her hands were already intertwined with yours; light snores permeated throughout the living room as the beauty got her rest. Ignore how much you want to pinch her cheeks, how much you want to kiss those lips; wrap the tape around her finger carefully and remember the measurement–a size 7 you would later find out; burn it into your head like the kinematic equations in your physics lecture. A smile much wider than you’d like creeps up your face as you visualize how the ring would look on her that you don’t realize her chin resting on your shoulder. The dark amber & ginger lily perfume she always uses should have been a dead giveaway.

“Whatcha doing there, oppa?” A pair of curious eyes is eager to invade your privacy and if you turned your head just beyond ninety degrees, her lips would’ve made contact with yours. You don’t notice this but she does, as she quickly turns away from you to fan her blazing cheeks.

“Holy sh-” You catch yourself before you end up resorting to profanities, “Y-You can’t just creep up on me like that!” Quickly get rid of the evidence; hide it behind your back. The clock is ticking, you’ve got to purchase a ring as soon as possible.

“W-Why do you look so suspicious anyways? What are you up to, oppa?” She raises her eyebrows, walking towards you slowly–suddenly her 5’3” frame looks intimidating.

Shake your head vigorously as if you’ve just been accused of a crime.“Nothing! Just casually scrolling through my phone like a normal human being.” Mentally facepalm yourself at the poor excuse.

She squints her eyes at you, not buying your statement one bit. “You’ve been acting weird, oppa. You’re making me think you’re planning something for my birthday.”

Panic ensues. “What? No, I’m not. Don’t expect anything.” Give her a flick on the forehead; change the topic before you end up revealing everything. “So, did I miss anything important?”

Thankfully she goes along with it; shrugging her shoulders as she begins to walk. She takes a bite out of a chocolate bar before letting you take one as well—such a gesture would’ve been considered weird years ago but it’s a common sight now. You two share almost everything. “Nah, he just gave out study guides at the end but I saved you a copy so don’t worry!”

A sigh of relief. “I can’t keep leaving class early, you know. Professor is gonna kill me sooner or later.” You hand over her backpack; your shoulders can now finally rest.

“Don’t worry, oppa! I’ll be here to protect you.” She clings to your arm, as the sunshine protector you find it funny imagining her doing the protecting.

“You mean, I will protect you.” You smirk.

She feigns an offended expression, “What? You don’t think I can fend for myself?”

“Says the one who cried because MJ lost her memory and forgot about Spider-Man.”

“Yah!”

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The first time you met Choi Yerim–or Choerry as she prefers to be called–was during new student orientation. She just came straight from South Korea then and knew minimal English–resulting in her gravitating towards you since you were the only other Korean in the group. The way her expression brightened when she discovered your shared ethnicity is unrivaled; not even the Sun could inject that much energy into your bloodstream. It was almost blinding, yet you couldn’t stop looking at her sunkissed face. You were drawn to her like a moth to a flame since day one, and you’ve been falling deeper and deeper since then. Not that you’re complaining or anything.

Was it also because she’s Korean? Part of it, yes; but mostly because you’ve never met such a stunning woman that you almost forgot how to speak your native language when you first struck a conversation with her. Even your “annyeonghaseyo” sounded like a lackluster attempt by a foreigner at speaking the language. But in her eyes, you could do no wrong as she kept complimenting your bilingual skills and how you were able to seamlessly adapt to the culture. You never knew how much your face could heat up until then.

There’s just something about Yerim and you couldn’t quite pinpoint it back when you first met her. There’s a bounce in her step; her carefree attitude and easygoing lifestyle is infectious. She radiates a positive aura that makes everyone around her smile. Rainy days didn’t exist for Yerim, you would always see a wide grin on her face or hear her boisterous laugh. She’s the sunshine that illuminates your otherwise monotonous life and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A relationship of sorts was forged ever since that fateful encounter. You two exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch; the prospect of making a friend before classes even started was surely the perfect way to kickstart your college journey. Through texts, you discovered more and more about each other. She despises mint chocolate, claiming that one might as well brush their teeth if they want to acquire the taste of that hideous creation. Your love for pineapples on pizza was almost a deal-breaker in the friendship so you promised not to consume any while you were with her.

You agreed to meet up with Yerim again one week before the semester started. She wanted to try authentic burgers so as a courteous friend, you took her to a local diner a couple of miles from where she was staying with her host family. You thought that she would be over the moon considering that she bombarded you with texts about how ecstatic she was to go around town with you but she was oddly silent when you picked her up. Little did you know she was about to drop a bombshell on you.

She kept fiddling with her fingers and avoided any form of eye contact. She was definitely not the same cheerful and upbeat woman that you met so suspicions arose from within you. Did you say something wrong? You didn’t think so; she was so delighted to show off her plushie collection the previous night. She even named her tomato plushie after you because it reminded her of how red your face turned during your first interaction.

“A medium-sized chocolate milkshake with fries for you and a cheeseburger for the lady.” The waitress gives you an extremely cold stare, sending chills down your spine. She probably thinks that Yerim is your girlfriend and that you’re about to break up with her–which is a fair assumption to make considering that she hasn’t uttered a word ever since you entered the establishment.

The silence is dreadful. This is not how it should be. You’re supposed to spend this time bonding with her and yet the only sound that’s occupying the atmosphere is the jukebox playing songs from the 80s. You grab a single piece of french fry and munch on it as you try to rack up your brain trying to come up with a topic but she beats you to it in the most unexpected manner.

“Oppa, I wanna live with you.” 

That single piece of french fry now feels like a lump in your throat. You quickly grab the glass of milkshake and take a huge sip before you start choking in front of her–definitely what you shouldn’t do in front of such an attractive woman. You’re pretty sure that same waitress heard it because she gives you an even weirder look as she wipes the tables nearby. What an icebreaker…

“What did you just say?” Yerim is still avoiding eye contact, looking at everything but you. Suddenly, the black and white checkered floor tile is the most interesting thing on the planet.

“I said I wanna live with you, oppa.” She starts swinging her legs underneath the table–you would later find out that it’s a habit of hers every time she’s nervous or embarrassed about something.

“I-I’m sorry did I miss something from our conversation last night? Where in the world did that come from?” You take a proper sip of the chocolate milkshake this time.

She finally looks at you, her eyes showing pity and hopelessness–like an abandoned puppy on the side of the road; you almost wanted to just give in. “I wanted to tell you in-person. It would be rude of me to bring up an important topic over the phone.”

More questions flood your brain. “But why? I thought you’re already living with your host family?”

“I am, but…”

“But?”

“They’re kicking me out. Apparently they changed their minds at the very last minute so they’re giving me until the end of next week to move out.” A pout begins to form on her lips; that very same pout made you agree with plenty of her ridiculous plans including this one.

“Oh…” That was all you could respond with as she ultimately reveals the reason behind such a proposal.

She can sense your dilemma. “Yes, I know I know. You’re a guy and I’m a girl. But I won’t make it awkward I promise. Only if you don’t make it awkward.” How can it not be awkward? Curse yourself for the devious scenarios your mind quickly made up at the thought of sharing an apartment with her.

“No! I-I can’t! Can’t you just find another apartment? I can help you find a good one.” You reason, “If that doesn’t work then I….” You take a deep breath. “I’ll let you stay with me for the meantime.”

“It’s a hassle! I literally just arrived in this country like two months ago so I can’t live by myself yet.” She’s right, absolutely right. Living by yourself already terrifies you but the thought of doing it in another country is almost hell. No counterarguments, but you didn’t want to seem like someone that’s easily persuaded so you said:

“I’ll have to think about it.”

Life was again restored behind her eyes; she’s back to being Yerim. Overflowing with joy, she runs over to sit beside you and gives you the tightest hug you ever received at that time.

“Thank you so much, oppa! That’s a yes in my book. You won’t regret it.”

It was extremely awkward; especially when you explained the proposed living arrangement to your parents. They could only look at you in horror with every word that came out of your mouth. It was already difficult enough to convince them to let you live by yourself but with the added stipulation that you will be living under the same roof with a woman is just salt on the wound. They almost disowned you but thankfully that crisis was averted.

Yerim’s parents, on the other hand, were unexpectedly calm as you explained everything over the phone–only because they thought that you were her boyfriend and you spoke in such a respectful and collected manner that they were instantly reassured that their eldest daughter will be safe under your supervision. You didn’t have the heart to tell them that you were just her friend–also because she kept kicking you under the table that your shin was almost bruised when the call ended. 

“Oppa, it’ll be so cool once we finally live in the same apartment! Just imagine all of the fun things that we could do together!” She happily pulls on your arms, like a kid begging to be taken to a candy shop. Yes. Choi Yerim is a clingy, adorable embodiment of sunshine and she’s going to be the cause of your death one day. Ignore how you can hear everyone in the vicinity whisper amongst themselves about how wholesome you two look as a couple.

Lower your head down and your voice so as to not attract any more unwanted attention. “Choerry, you gotta know how weird that sounds.”

“What do you mean, oppa? I was talking about baking cookies and oh! I also heard they’ve got great pizzas here. Maybe we could have a pizza date one day!” She told you that she’s an ENFP and you could clearly see it. She oozes with so much energy that you don’t know if it ever runs out.

“I know, but still….”

A cough interrupts the conversation. “Listen you lovebirds, are you gonna sign the contract or not? I don’t have all day.”

“S-sorry ma’am.” You both say in unison.

Living with Yerim is not actually as terrible as you expected it to be. She doesn’t nag you to take the laundry out of the dryer days after like your mom does; instead she just places them on your bed–even folding them neatly sometimes. You two came up with a cleaning schedule on the first day but it quickly flew out of the window because she would insist on cleaning up even when it’s your turn. As the “man of the house”, you’re in charge of the basic stuff like making sure the sink works–an easy task you thought until you ended up breaking a pipe and you had to call a plumber to fix it; she never lets you hear the end of it.

You started to pick up on her habits and preferences as time went on. How she likes to mess around with her hair; how she prefers tea over coffee–matcha tea specifically; how obsessed she is with Harry Potter–she even made you go on a movie marathon with her that lasted until 5PM the next day; how she hates cherries although it sounds extremely similar to her nickname. It reached a point where you knew more about her than her parents—she even made you her emergency contact.

She is absolutely terrified of spiders. A blood-curdling scream from Yerim jolted you from a peaceful nap one time and when you rushed to her room thinking that something had gone horribly wrong, you spotted her cowering in the corner. Pillows were thrown in every direction as she relentlessly tried to kill the harmless creature. Well, to you it was harmless. Needless to say, you spent an hour of your day finding the culprit because she would not go back to her room until the threat has been exterminated; and another hour calming her down by buying her favorite cotton candy ice cream.

“Aww, you actually remembered what ice cream I liked, oppa!” She takes the small tub of decadent dessert from you and digs in immediately. 

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. It’s amazing how her mood can just do a complete one-eighty. “Weren’t you crying like a baby thirty minutes ago?”

“That’s all in the past now, so hush.” She sticks a tongue out at you teasingly, her eyes still misty from the tears shed.

Thunders are a different issue though. No horror movie-like shouts from her. Instead, she would knock on your door in the middle of the night in her yellow pajamas and pink crocs, timidly asking to sleep next to you. Was it weird at first? Sure, sleeping on the same bed with someone of the opposite gender in a platonic manner at your age is definitely a rare sight. But you eventually got used to it over the years. So much so that she doesn’t even bother knocking on your door anymore. You would just wake up to her snuggling up to you like a koala, her favorite cherry scented shampoo infiltrating your senses first thing in the morning.

“Choerry, you’re so heavy. Move.” You groan, hands quickly trying to remove the ball of sunshine resting on your chest before it burns you.

She gasps at your statement, head looking up at you in shock. “Did you just call me heavy, oppa?!”

Crap, you’ve broken the cardinal rule when it comes to talking to women. “Uh…”

“Hmph! I’m not getting off of you until you apologize!” It’s not like you want her to get off of you, anyways. Deep down, you want to sleep with her next to you every night. Not in a sexual way or anything, you just want to cuddle her until the end of time. You just pray to the gods she doesn’t hear your heart almost beating out of your chest every time it happens though.

“No.” You grab her cheeks and squish them instead, causing her to whine even more.

“Oppa!” —————————

“So let me get this straight. You bought Choerry a ring for her birthday?” 

Take the pearl ring out of the box–you decided on pearl because it’s her birthstone, hold it up in adoration; imagine how it would look on her ring finger. Picture the unbridled satisfaction on her face. Maybe she pulls you into another tight hug, maybe she kisses you instead–Wait, what?  Shake your head, you shouldn’t be having such thoughts.

The slamming of a locker door shut breaks your train of thought. “You good man?”

“Huh, what? Yeah. Do you think she’ll like it?” Put the ring away before continuing to dry your hair with a towel.

“Why are you even asking me that? Of course she will! Tell me one thing you gifted her that she didn’t like.” You couldn’t; Yerim treasures every birthday and Christmas gift that you have given her.  

“I don’t know man, I rarely see her wear rings. What if I just ended up spending $200 for nothing?” It seems almost stupid for you to regret buying her a ring when you painstakingly went through the process of getting her one and yet here you are.

A wet towel is thrown at your face; you retaliate by throwing your own at your friend. “Who told you to buy her a freaking ring anyways? Are you gonna propose to her or what?”

“Can’t friends buy each other rings? I just want her to know how much I appreciate her.”

Laughter echoes throughout the locker room. “That’s a very complicated way of saying that you like her if you ask me.”

“What’s up with you guys always saying that I like her? Give me proof.”

“The way you look at her. That’s it.”

“The way I look?”

“Yeah, you look at her as if she’s the most precious thing on the planet.”

That’s because she is–though that’s not something you’ll ever admit to anyone, even yourself. “You’re overanalyzing this. How’s it going with Heejin anyway? Have you finally taken her out to an actual date or did you guys end up hooking up again?”

“Don’t change the topic! Heejin and I are doing just fine. At least I actually acknowledge her as my girlfriend.” A sigh of defeat, every conversation with your friends always ends up in the same manner; with them teasing you unforgivingly. Are they even your friends?

“Choerry’s not my girl.” Sling the duffle bag over your shoulders as you follow your friend out of the locker room. Give your teammates a fist bump as you begin heading out of the gym.

“I know you’re just saying that because you’re trying to be nice. And I mean, it’s great and all.” A reassuring pat on your shoulder. “But you know what would be the best thing to do for her as a friend? Ask her out. Not all of the other dudes have pure intentions with her, you know.”

“I can’t control who she chooses to date. I can only give advice on the sidelines but that’s about it.” Pick up a loose basketball and throw it back onto the court. “Anything other than that, then I’m overstepping my role. I don’t wanna do that to her, man. She means so much to me.”

“I know how much she means to you. Remember when she got too drunk during homecoming last year? I’ve never seen you that angry. I thought you were gonna kill someone.”

Ears redden as you relive the memory of that extremely embarrassing night. You pretty much spent the next day apologizing to Yerim even though she insisted that you didn’t need to. “And what’s your point?”

‘What if she gets a boyfriend? Would you be comfortable being the number two guy? Would you still be comfortable living with her?”

“Listen, I’m not gonna worry about shit that hasn’t happened yet….” A very familiar figure awaits by the doors and if her blinding smile isn’t a dead giveaway, then you don’t know what is.

“Hey, I’m just saying.”

“Hi there, oppa!” Yerim waves at you from a distance, her smile captivating you despite having witnessed it hundreds of times. Again, you ignore the way she makes your heart race. Give your friend a fist bump to bid him farewell before walking towards her. She gives him a smile that’s just as bright–you wish she would only show that to you.

You try to match her energy, though you fail miserably. You settle for a small wave instead. “Oh, Choerry? What are you doing here? I thought you went out with the girls.”

“Yeah, but then they decided to go to a bar so I excused myself. I know how pissed off you can get when I come back home drunk.” Your heart sinks. Have you perhaps been too protective of her?

“You’re a grown woman, you know. You can do whatever you want.” She intertwines her hand with yours. Strong and firm hands engulfs her soft and delicate ones–internal squealing from her because of how safe and secure they make her feel.

“Yes, and I choose to be with you oppa. I prefer your company over theirs, anyways.” Feel the soothing squeeze on your hand, your cheeks heating despite the cool night time wind. The stars have already ordained you as her protector—are you even worthy of such an important position?

“No offense to them or anything.” She adds, then a laugh; only she can send you into a frenzy–whether it be through her words or her actions.

“Why though? it’s not like I’m your boyfriend or anything.” Whisper to nobody, even though the intended recipient should have been Yerim. Why can’t you say those words to her?

Your words float away like dust in the wind. She tucks her hair behind her ear as if that was the reason she couldn’t hear you. “What was that, oppa?”

Dismiss the previous statement. “Oh nothing! Let’s just go home.” You reach over to ruffle her hair; a lighthearted laugh as she hopelessly seeks to reciprocate your action.

“Not fair! You don’t think I can do the same just because you’re so freaking tall?”

You smirk. “I’d like to see you try.”

She stands on the tips of her toes, closing the gap between the two of you as her hands reach up towards your hair. Grunts and whines as she inadequately attempts to accomplish said task. Meanwhile the engine that is your brain overheats at the close proximity of her face to yours–especially those lips. Those damned lips–rosy, full, and tempting. Is she done yet? You get your answer in an instant as you feel her fingers comb through your locks.

Balance is restored; her hands finding refuge in yours again. “Ha! I did it! I told you I can do it, oppa.” A celebratory shuffle, showing off her dancing skills.

Pinch her cheeks. “I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Just admit you were wrong, oppa!”

You yawn, the intense basketball practice leaving you tired and your muscles aching. “Fine, fine you win.” Pull her closer towards you; she squeals–you think it’s because she won the argument but it’s actually because she likes how good you smell after taking a shower. She’ll never admit that, however.

“Now can we actually go home? I wanna sleep already.” Stretch your free arm out.

“Hnngh it’s still so early! How about just one movie please?”

“Tomorrow.”

Yerim is about to argue but she can see how tired your eyes look. She just nods instead as she wraps an arm around yours. It didn’t take her long to start talking about how her day went–it also didn’t take you long to start smiling like an idiot seeing her so happy. The universe be damned if anyone dares to remove the beautiful smile off of her face. 

But through it all, a single question reigns supreme in your head as you revel in the peaceful walk home.

What if you do like her?

—————————

“Come on, Jungeun unnie! No cheating!”

“What’s the problem? You went to the bathroom so I went ahead and took my turn.”

‘I’m not gonna let it slide the next time it happens, unnie.”

“Whatever you say, birthday girl.”

“Unnie!”

A red plastic cup filled with a concoction that’s enough to awaken all five of your senses is presented in front of you. “Just ask her out already, man. It’s painful seeing you like this.”

You grab it anyways; take a whiff and you almost unload everything you ate beforehand, “What the fuck did you put in here?”

“Vodka, tequila, orange juice, and some leftover soju from your fridge.”

“You trying to get me blacked out or what?”

“I’m trying to get you to chill the fuck out. You look so damn stressed the entire night. She’s gonna like your gift, trust me.”

“Not drinking tonight, man. Gotta look out for Choerry.”

That’s all your friend needed to hear before finishing the entire cup in one go. “What a nice and caring boyfriend you are.” 

“I’m not–”

“Yeah yeah, I know. I’m gonna have to cut my fucking ears off if you say it one more time.”

Revert your gaze back to the birthday girl; a very fierce game of pop-up pirate bringing out her competitiveness–another side of hers that you like. Another question floats in your head as you inadvertently stare at her: what if you were her boyfriend? Surely no one would oppose that right? Your friends already ship you two like characters in a Korean drama. Your parents are extremely fond of her; that might have to do with the fact that she always comes with you every time you visit them for Chuseok–cooking vegetable pancakes for them. And more importantly, her parents already consider you as such in the very first place. So what’s holding you back?

“You know what? It would be nice if she was my girlfriend. Just so that all of you can finally shut the fuck up about it.”

An amused smirk from your friend. “Sure, dude. That is definitely the reason why you’re considering it now.”

“Yeah, because what else would it be?” Grab a ping pong ball and throw it at him. “Ready to lose in another round of beer pong?”

The rest of the party went smoothly–except for the fact that you lost almost $50 due to how terrible you are at beer pong. At the very end, Yerim gave a speech on how thankful she is to everyone for coming to her birthday party; tears streamed down her face and although you knew it was because of how over the moon she was, you still couldn’t help but feel as if your heart had just been crushed. Is that why you ill-advisedly walked towards her and gave her a comforting hug? Yes, which resulted in thunderous cheers from your friends and a wide smile from you. Miss how her heart was pounding like crazy as you enveloped her in a tight embrace.

You wanted to rent out a space for the special occasion but she refused, insisting that all she needs is good company to make her 21st birthday special so your two-bedroom apartment became the venue instead. Thankfully it was spacious enough to fit twenty people although with how popular she is, gifts upon gifts flooded your living room–you’d think she was an idol with how many she received. There is one gift that isn’t there, however: yours. You knew better than to give the pearl ring to her during the party because you will never hear the end of it for months, maybe even years.

Yerim knows this as well which is why she has a wide grin plastered on her face as she helped you clean up the apartment in the wake of her party. Great. More pressure on you to deliver because of how you’re making her wait at the very last minute. She hums happily as she walks around the living room with a trash bag in hand to clean up the mess. Due to how excited she is, you two cleaned up your apartment in record time; and before you knew it, you two were sitting on the couch with her looking at you expectantly.

“I wonder what you got me this year, oppa.” Your palms have never been this sweaty; not even when you had to do a presentation on a physics topic you literally just googled the night before.

“We went to Disneyland last year……” You can see the gears in her brain turning. It takes her a few seconds before she reaches a conclusion–although it’s an inaccurate one. “Oh! Are we gonna go to King’s Cross Station in London? I always wanted to see Station 9 ¾ in-person.” A true Harry Potter fan, indeed. Maybe next year, when you’ve finally made enough money as an engineer; you do want to travel around the world with her.

“No, but I hope you also like it.” Pull the red box out of your back pocket and before you could even say anything, tears begin to well up in her eyes again. Fuck, does she hate it that much?

“S-Sorry, I’ll get you a better gift.” You’re about to put it away but a hand stops you.

“No, oppa! I like it, I really do. I-I’m just so overwhelmed right now.” She sniffles and you bring a hand up to wipe some of the tears away. You then proceed with opening the box, the pearl ring shining ever so dazzlingly and she looks at you in awe.

“Thank you so much for being my housemate all of these years.” You take the ring out of the box and grab her right hand, sliding the jewelry carefully on her ring finger. “And more importantly, for being my friend.” Perfect. It looks just as amazing on her as you imagined; maybe even better.

“Happy birthday, Yerimmie.” A moniker that you rarely use is enough to get her heart bursting into overwhelming joy. She’s crying like a baby at this point and the response you expected from her is a hug or maybe a light slap on the arm for making her cry when she already did so earlier.

Mwah.

But a kiss on your cheek was never on the table. How did she get so close to you so quickly? She pulls away and the tears on her face have been replaced with an unabashed smile; none of it makes any sense to you. What the fuck is going on? “Thank you, oppa. For always being there for me. For being my protector. I couldn’t ask for a better person to be my friend.”

And as if she’s only now realizing what she did, Yerim quickly stands up and runs to her room. “G-Good night, oppa! Thank you for the gift, see you tomorrow morning!”

Again, what the fuck?

The interaction leaves you with a plethora of unanswered questions and a heart that’s beating way too fast for your liking. You wanted to knock on her door and have her explain what she just did but you didn’t even know what to say. Worry about the implications of what just transpired tomorrow; cooler heads may prevail. You can’t talk to her while your confused heart and mind is causing the engine that is your brain to overheat once again.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. Not even taking a cold shower could help you sleep. All your monkey brain could think about is how soft Yerim’s lips felt on your cheek, and how you lowkey wished that she did it to your own lips instead. What did that kiss mean anyways? You could ask your friends for advice but you know it will just devolve to them ruthlessly teasing you. She did say that she was just overwhelmed. But do friends just kiss each other on the cheek like that?

Boom. Clap. An all-too-familiar sound emanates from the night sky, followed by the pitter-pattering of rain droplets on your windows. You already know what’s about to happen next. In response, you hear a creak that can only be made by the opening of a door. Light footsteps gradually increase in volume, and a few seconds later: Knock. Knock. Knock.

Open the door for your housemate; it’s been a while since you’ve actually seen her enter the room–you were never awake for such late night occurrences. Sunshine counters the gloomy weather outside. “Thunder again?” A bashful nod from the birthday girl. Yellow pajamas have been replaced by a white tee and sleep short; the pink crocs are still there, however.

Hips.

Thighs.

Choi Yerim.

Ignore how your eyes immediately dart towards two very particular parts of her body. Make space on your bed, scoot to the side. She avoids eye contact with you—flashbacks to when she first asked you if she could live with you. Thankfully she still accepts your cuddles as she lays down next to you, burying her face on your chest as you caress her hair.

She’s here with you now. Do you dare bring up the elephant in the room? No, she could be tired. It’s been a fun but exhausting day. Plus, you didn’t want to ask burning questions on her birthday—that would be a stupid decision. Or is it? Fuck it, you know you won’t be able to sleep without getting some sort of closure.

“Listen, about the kiss-“

And just like when you took her to a diner for the very first time, she breaks the silence in the most unexpected manner.

“Oppa, I want you to take my virginity.”

“What the fuck– I mean what?” She’s thrown some haymakers at you but the intensity of this one couldn’t even prevent you from cursing.

She breaks the cuddle and looks at you with pleading eyes–something you’ve never seen before. “I said I want you to take my virginity, oppa….”

Raise your voice. “D-Do you realize what you’re saying!?” You don’t know if she’s pulling your leg or not but this is a serious matter. 

Her voice is firm and adamant. “I do! I’m a grown woman like you always say. And-and, I always feel something poking me every time we cuddle.”

Fuck, she noticed that?

Your monkey brain tells you to accept the offer but you know better; you can’t think with your dick or you’re going to suffer from the consequences. “Save it for your boyfriend!”

Another response from her blows you away. “What if I said I wanted you to be my boyfriend?”

“Choerry, I-”

“I like you, oppa. I wasn’t planning on confessing but your friends kept telling me how much you liked me as well so I gave it a shot.” Those motherfuckers! 

“And then this ring that you gave me.” Yerim holds it up in the air, “You could have just asked me out instead of spending money to buy me this ring, you know?” A peck on your cheeks–guess you’re going to have to get used to it soon. “I mean who just buys their friend a ring? Tsk. Tsk. You still have a long way when it comes to being smooth, oppa.”

Listening to her rant made you realize that you indeed like her. The times when you went above and beyond for her. The times when she made your heart race like no other. The times when she made you smile and laugh. The times you realized that your life is empty without sunshine. No use lying to her, she’ll be able to see through it anyways. “Yes, Choerry. I like you.” Stare at her as if she’s the most precious thing to ever exist–your friend was right after all.

There’s no alcohol in your system but her alluring scent is enough to intoxicate you. Perhaps you’ve found a new addiction, one that you hope you’ll never recover from. A kiss on the forehead, down to her nose, then finally to her lips. The countless instances you’ve shamefully dreamt of those succulent lips pressed on yours finally come to fruition; take your time, such delicacy should be treated with the utmost respect. Pull away to catch your breath, then engage in another kiss; you repeat this process like clockwork. You can’t get enough of her, each kiss only serving to draw you closer and closer to her orbit. Fuck, how come you’re now only realizing how tantalizing Yerim is?

The intensity of the kiss caused her lips to bruise just a tad. Feeling apologetic, you swipe a finger across her lips; the sting causes her to hiss. “You’re so beautiful, Choerry.” Your compliment only serves to increase the intense glow of her sunshine; nothing can get the butterflies stirring in her stomach more than hearing those words from you. You indulge in the sinful sounds coming out of her mouth as you run your hands down her luscious thighs–what a wonderful day for her to be wearing shorts.

“Yes please, oppa…” Shivers running down her spine as your cold fingers make contact with her sunkissed skin.

Yerim gazes at you with those shimmering, starry eyes of hers and although this isn’t the first time you’ve seen them up close, they seem to be glowing much stronger than usual. It’s abundantly clear that she wants you just as much as you want her; and tonight, nothing is going to get in the way of that. You reach a hand out to carefully brush her bangs aside, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’m gonna ask you for the final time, are you sure?” The other hand latches on to the hem of her shirt; desperate to feel more of her, to see more of her.

For a brief moment, you see a shy smile. You two are about to cross the line between housemates and lovers and there is no going back. Yerim nods, a determined expression painting her face. “I want you, oppa.” A kiss on your cheek as she places her hands on top of yours, guiding you to pull her white tee over her head. Your jaw instinctively drops at the wonderful sight in front of you. Her body shaped like an hourglass amazes you to no end; your eyes tracing where your lips would go. There were so many options and you wanted to feast on her like it’s a buffet. Every passing second leads to your self-control withering but you know better to take it slow and steady with her; she deserves that level of respect, that level of attention to detail. She’s Choi Yerim after all; a sunshine, your sunshine.

“Fuck Choerry, you’re so hot.” Words you never expected to say to your housemate of three years; but then again, you never expected the two of you to be engaging in such activities on your bed—on her birthday nonetheless. Enough pondering, the woman in front of you is starting to become as needy as you are.

Before your intense gaze melts her into a putty, she reaches for your tank top. “I-I want to see you, too.” Her wish is your command and in a blink of an eye, you join her in being topless. She licks her lips unconsciously at the view in front of her. You dive in for another kiss, your hands traveling around her body. From her collarbones down to her stomach, each scalding contact with her porcelain skin leads to you wanting for more. Her gravitational pull on you only strengthens and you may have reached the point of no return.

Tonight is her night so you wanted to take the initiative; although you’re just as inexperienced as her. Break the kiss as you stare into her eyes, searching for any hints of uncertainty and doubt. Investigate further and you discover none. If anything you’re the one that’s nervous. What if you mess it up? What if you ruin sex forever for her— on her birthday nonetheless? What if yo- 

A poke on your cheek, a smile adorning her features. “Oppa, you’re spacing out.” Then a kiss, reassuring you that she trusts you and that everything will be just fine. Message received, you chuckle and nod. Even in your most intimate moments, you still find time to look after each other. You reach down towards her sleep shorts, blindly searching for the knot while you stare at her as if she’s the most precious thing to ever exist. 

Unfurl it, the removal of her shorts revealing more skin for you to feast your eyes on. Not wanting to be the only one left in her undergarments, she reaches for your drawstring shorts and that comes off as well—your bulge pitching a tent in your boxers. Lean back to fully appreciate the sight in front of you, Yerim only in her bra and panties; a stark contrast to the yellow pajamas that she would wear when she sleeps next to you—all of the times you’ve undressed her in your mind also finally comes to fruition.

Don’t waste anymore time; your fingers fiddle with the straps of her bra. If her eyes tell you anything, the answer is a definite yes. “Can I take this off?” But you ask her anyway, because the last thing you want is to go against her wishes. Yerim nods and in one swift move, you unclasp her bra. Her hands immediately cover her breasts before you could even get the chance to see them. You still have plenty of ground to cover.

“S-Sorry, oppa. They’re not as big as other gir-” Shut her up with a kiss, it’s fortunately enough to distract her as you remove her hands to reveal her petite breasts. Not too big, not too small. Just the right size to fit nicely into your palm.

“They’re perfect for me.” Another heart fluttering statement from you causing her to swoon—this can’t be good for her health. Knead her breasts gently while you trail kisses down to her jaw and then her neck; drawing more moans out of her. Pleasure surges through her body with every action of yours and her hands grip your bed sheets ever so firmly.

Leave more kisses as you reach her cleavage; Yerim closes her eyes in anticipation. Cute. It would be rude to keep a lady waiting so you leaned in to capture a breast in your mouth. You can hear her audibly gasp, her hands clutching your hair securely. Switch between the two breasts to give both equal attention. You would gladly continue gorging on her nubs but a much better meal is waiting just a few feet away. Continue your journey southward until you reach her panties, already soaked in her juices. Another nod of confirmation from her as you grab on the waistband and pull it down her legs.

Your rod throbs deliciously at the sight; Yerim in her most unsullied and barest all just for you to see—you truly are the luckiest man on earth. As expected, she attempts to close her legs but you place a hand on her thighs to prevent her from doing so. Plant another kiss on her lips to tell her that everything is going to be just fine.

“Don’t stare, oppa.” Heat rushes up to her cheeks, her breasts which have been covered by your saliva glistening heaves delectably.

Place a pillow behind her so that she’s in a comfortable position. “So beautiful, so wet for me…” You urge her to move further up the bed which she thankfully does. With both of your hands, you spread her legs wide and begin trailing kisses towards her inner thighs. Yerim closes her eyes once again; a sign that she’s letting you explore her.

That’s the green light that you needed as a curious tongue licks her folds, the first swipe sends electricity down her spine as her back arches off of the bed. Repeat this action one time, two times, three times. She tastes so good that one serving isn’t enough to satisfy you. It’s a struggle to keep her thighs spread open but you don’t mind getting your head crushed by them, anyways. Satisfied sounds spill out of her mouth uncontrollably as she grips the bedsheet so tightly they might rip.

Years of watching porn enables you to find her clit relatively quickly and as soon as your lips latch onto them, she releases a moan that is so sweet, so addicting to the ears. Her hands have now changed their target to your scalp, the adrenaline causing you to not feel the pain as her nails dig into them. Sixty seconds you counted before the pleasure spikes, causing her toes to curl and for her to loudly shout your name in the most seductive manner. Her juices have now completely drenched a spot on your bed as you pulled away just in time to witness the spectacle.

Give her all the time she needs to recollect herself; remind yourself that tonight is her night and that your own pleasure comes second. Crawl back up towards her and engage in another liplock, letting her taste herself. “You did good, Choerry. So good for me.” She blushes at your compliment but you don’t miss the sneaky hand that’s already trying to get rid of your underwear as her breathing returns to normal.

“What are you planning, Miss Choi Yerim?” She helps you shimmy out of your boxers as your rod is finally released from its confines. She gulps at the size, wondering how it’s going to fit inside of her. She had a plan but she doesn’t know whether it would be wise–she’s still a virgin after all. You could see the hesitation in her eyes but you wanted her to know that you’re just as nervous about this entire thing as her so you give her hand a gentle squeeze.  

That gesture is enough for Yerim to muster some courage.“O-oppa.” Her eyes continue to stare at your length and you don’t know whether to be proud or to be shy.

“Hmm?” Smile as you place a kiss on her forehead.

“I-I wanna ride you.” Ignore how your cock throbs even harder at the request, just imagining her bouncing on your length is enough to drive up your lust to an entirely new level. You don’t have the time to be embarassed by how quickly you moved towards the headboard because Yerim is already straddling your thighs, ready for penetration. Give your shaft two quick pumps and an extensive amount of precum dribbles out. She places both of her hands on your shoulders as she slowly and carefully impales herself on you.

Yerim is tight, so pleasurably tight. You lean your head back in pleasure as her wet cavern welcomes a foreign object inside of it for the very first time. You can’t control the groans and moans coming out of your mouth and neither can Yerim. As if you can read each other’s mind, you two resort into kissing to relieve the combination of pain and pleasure that your first sexual encounter brings you. 

Rest your hands on her creamy and fleshy butt as your length is finally pushed all of the way inside of her. “O-Oppa, you’re so big!” Your heart swells with pride at her proclamation but you also know that means that you have plenty of work to do to make her feel comfortable.

“Take your time, I’m just here.” She reaches out for your hands and clasps them with hers as she begins to bounce at a torturously slow pace. The sight alone of Yerim in pure ecstasy tempts you to ejaculate much faster than you’d prefer but you know better to hold on for dear life–even if her stifling warmth invites you to just explode inside of her. You can only experience so much satisfaction as a virgin.

Her beautiful moans continue to fill the room and soon enough, Yerim’s pace quickens and she’s now bouncing with intent and determination. Her breathing is now more hurried with your name coming out in broken sentences. You quickly realize what’s happening so you grab onto her waist as you begin thrusting upwards, aiding her in reaching her first ever orgasm. 

“O-Oppa, I think I’m gonna—” This doesn’t last long however as the pleasure is too much for her to stay upright so she leans forward, burying her face on your shoulder while her breasts press themselves on your chest. This presents you with an even better opportunity; you wrap your arms around Yerim while you plant your feet onto the mattress.

“Just hold on to me tight, okay? You whisper to her ear and as soon as you can feel her nod her head, you begin to thrust at a frantic rate–desperate to feel her clench around your length with a mindblowing orgasm. The position allows her to moan directly into your ears and for you to feel her hot, labored breathing; the combination of the two might cause you to join in on her peak.

“N-No condom, I-I think I should pull out.” She needs to respond quickly as each thrust just edges you closer and closer to what could be the biggest orgasm you’re going to ever have.

“I-I’m safe today, oppa. Please fill me!” Her moans continue to flood your ears as your length floods her with your seed, each guttural groan delivering a thick spurt of your sperm deep inside of her. Your orgasm seemed to go on for forever; a sign of how much she turns you on. You’re so engrossed in the mind blowing pleasure that you don’t realize that you came first; it doesn’t matter because she follows you shortly after–this orgasm somehow ended up becoming more intense than her first one. Whisper sweet nothings in her ear as you both come down from the dizzyingly high.

Roll her over to the bed so that she’s laying on it once again; work quickly on getting her a towel and a small water bottle. Yerim is so exhausted that the only thing she can do is mutter a small “thanks” as she drinks the entire bottle in one go. As the nice and caring boyfriend that you are, you take the towel and use it to wipe off the sweat from her body; all while telling her how beautiful and stunning she is–she’s going to have to get used to your cheesiness.

You smile at the first words she utters as you tuck her inside the blanket. “I…love…you…so…much…oppa.” Sleep eventually overtakes her tired body; her breathing falling into a rhythmic state. You press a gentle kiss on her forehead as you try to fix her bangs. Then another one on her lips for good measure.

Despite the full moon asserting its dominance in the clear night sky, the sunkissed glow of your housemate shines brighter than any other star in the galaxy, nay the universe.

“I love you too, Choerry.”

Sunflower

LOONA Choerry x Male Reader | (Tags: Fluff, Smut) | girlfriend!Choerry

A/N 1: A sequel to Sunkissed. Thank you to @asmodeussoularium for the inspiration and ideas; thank you also to @kaedewrites for the beta read.

A/N 2: I miss Choerry so damn much. I hope she’s doing fine wherever she may be.

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“Wake up, oppa!” 

There’s no better sight to wake up to than your girlfriend peppering your face with kisses—something she loves doing. Especially when she’s wearing your shirt after a passionate night of lovemaking; it is so large on her that it basically covers her body right down to her inner thighs. And with the prettiest smile on her face, she looks absolutely ethereal. How did you get so lucky having a girlfriend like her? No time to ponder because as soon as you’re fully awake, she immediately starts to grind on you.

“C-Choerry wait, we have class in twenty min—“ No use in arguing with her because she’s already taken her shirt off. Unsurprisingly, she’s not wearing a bra underneath so her small and perky breasts are presented to you, along with her curves that never fails to amaze you. And in a flash your shorts have already been discarded as it joins the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor—revealing your morning wood already leaking with precum. What a way to start off your day; not that you’re complaining or anything. She gives you a wink and a bite of the rosy flesh that is her inviting lips, before proceeding to let out her signature infectious laugh. Your brain goes haywire once again, short-circuiting at the ethereal sight in front of you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If there’s anything you’ve learned in the four years you’ve known her, it’s that what Choi Yerim wants, Choi Yerim gets.

That damn physics class can wait. Who cares if your physics professor gets angry, he already hates the two of you anyways, even more so when you two became a couple. You dive in to capture her lips, the taste of her cherry chapstick lingering in your mouth. Like clockwork, you remember every nook and cranny as if it’s the back of your hand. “But I want you so bad, oppa.” A sultry whisper in your ears is enough to send you to overdrive as you proceed to take your shirt off. “Plus, you didn’t cum inside me last night so I’ll make sure you do this time.” A pout from the ball of sunshine currently straddling you—how can she look so cute yet so damn hot at the same time? It’s also not a surprise how she’s already drenched, juices dripping down her luscious thighs as her shorts are removed. “I hope you’ve still got some left.”

“Shit!” Along with a bunch of other curse words come out of your mouth as she impales herself on you. Despite having sex with her plenty of times, she’s still so amazingly tight which you are absolutely not going to complain about. Yerim is in an equal state of pleasure as she slowly begins to grind her hips, thighs rubbing with yours as she leans her head back. This presents you the perfect opportunity to leave marks all over her neck and collarbones, like an artist creating a masterpiece on a blank piece of canvas. You’ll make sure that she has a difficult time trying to hide it during the lecture. 

“Hnnghhh. S-So deep in me, oppa…” Her moans go directly into your ears as you feel her nails claw at your back, adding to the scratch marks she left last night. She’s truly become an expert in riding you; wide and curvaceous hips gyrating in a way that renders you almost speechless during every session. But you don’t want your girlfriend to do all of the work so you begin thrusting upwards as well, causing Yerim to squeal as she wraps her arms around your neck tightly.

“I’m gonna fill you so fucking much, Yerimmie.” Her cheeks are set ablaze with the use of that nickname—she’s still not used to it despite six months of being called that by you. And that just made her subconsciously tighten around you, sending shockwaves through your body as you twitch inside her, more precum leaking out of your shaft. You’re drowning in your own pleasure that you don’t feel the first waves of squirt flowing down your crotch and thighs and eventually the sheets as well. The sun explodes into a supernova as she clings on to you tightly, her strong orgasm leaving her shaking and breathless in the aftermath.

She looks down at the mess she made and blushes furiously. “A-Ah sorry oppa….” You find it extremely adorable how she always apologizes even though you’re already used to it. “I-I’m just so horny today.” That in itself is very apparent, considering she woke you up wanting to ride your morning wood. Again, you’re not going to complain. An insatiable Yerim is a sight to behold and after she calms down from her high, her eyes brighten up like stars. “Now it’s time for you to fill me like you promised.”

“Of course, my sunshine.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you grab her by the waist and pick her up before placing her gently on the bed all while your length is sheathed deep inside her. She recognizes this position all too well and proceeds to wrap her legs around your waist but you had a different plan in mind. “Let’s try something.” She lifts a curious eyebrow as you lean forward and grab ahold of her legs, placing them on your shoulders as you effectively put her on a mating press. The position allows you to impale her even further and she lets out a moan so deep and seductive that you just wanted to pound her. And that’s exactly what you did.

No more words exchanged between the two of you as you worked hard to reach your own climax—which isn’t too difficult considering how much she’s gotten you worked up. Each slap of the skin echoes throughout your room, squelching sounds indicating just how wet she is as she continues to squirt all over your sheets. Guess you’re going to have to do laundry in the middle of the week. Your cock is throbbing much more than before and Yerim senses this which is why she grabs your face with both of her hands and pulls you in for a heated kiss. 

The kiss is full of love and passion, what she can’t express through words is instead delivered through her actions. A grin from her as you pull away. “I love you so much, oppa.” She whispers in your ears and those three words are enough to push you to the edge and as you bury your face in her neck, you fill up her walls with your semen like she begged you to. You came so much that even as you pulled out, ribbons of your white substance landed on her tight stomach and her thighs.

You immediately crash right beside her as you try to catch your breath. You would indulge in some post-sex cuddle with her like you usually do but as she looks at the bedside clock, she painfully reminds you that you have a class to attend. That damn physics class. Maybe you should just drop out so you can spend more time with her.

“Oppa, it’s starting in three minutes!” —————————

“I’m gonna have to buy lots of concealer and foundation if you keep marking me, oppa.” Yerim pouts, intertwined hands as the human embodiment of sunshine meets its much larger counterpart ninety three million miles away.

Your automatic response whenever she pouts is to give her a kiss, which also allows you to taste her cherry lip balm. If you could kiss her every second of the day, you would. “And what’s wrong with that? Can’t I show everyone that you’re mine?” 

She bites her lips, trying her absolute hardest not to squeal at your words. But her face has already betrayed her, cheeks reddening faster than the speed of light. “Really, oppa? Even if it means getting kicked out of physics?”

“I mean I don’t mind, I hate going to that class anyways.” You shrug, resulting in the pouty princess to give you a light punch on the arm.

“Hnnnghh don’t say that! It’s the only class we need before we graduate!” Right, one more class before you get thrusted into the hellfire that is job searching; thankfully you have her by your side. 

“It’s so fucking exhausting though. I mean it took us forever to solve five problems yesterday.” Studying with Yerim is a double-edged sword. One on hand you get to spend more time with your girlfriend; on the other hand you get too distracted by her antics which includes randomly kissing you on the cheeks and leaning her head on your shoulder. But you absolutely do not mind; you’d rather go on dates with her than study, anyways. “Is this even all worth it?”

Her walking stops to a halt and she moves to stand in front of you, her unoccupied hand taking yours.“Just four more months, oppa! And then we can finally tour around the world like we planned.”

As always, Yerim is the positive one. Whenever things go sideways, she’s always there to reassure you that everything will work itself out. With her trademark optimism, it feels like you two can conquer anything. She’s a true sunshine princess and you’re her not-so-confident-in-himself oppa. Perhaps it’s this dynamic that’s allowed your relationship with her to thrive so well. No power struggle as to who’s in charge and whatnot. You are her protector and she is your everything. It’s clear that Yerim’s intense gravitational pull on you has only strengthened with time; your crush on her only growing from the moment of first encounter. 

Her signature sunshine smile never fails to send you into overdrive. Forget the fact that other students are rushing trying to get to their lectures. It’s just you, Yerim, and the millions of constellations that make up the sky. Try as they may but they’ll never be able to outshine the glowing red, hot star currently occupying your heart. 

“By touring you mean going to the UK so you can finally fulfill your dream of becoming a real-life wizard?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna go there too, oppa. Didn’t you almost buy tickets to watch a race when they came here?” Her love for Harry Potter can only be matched by your obsession with F1. Yes, that means making her wake up at an ungodly hour on Sunday mornings to watch the races while she makes you go on Harry Potter marathons with her.

“Fine, let’s just say that we both want to go there.”

“Deal. And after that, we could go to Spain! Or even Italy!” 

Or perhaps into the unknown. Or maybe to the edge of the observable universe. Or maybe she drags you out of bed on a Saturday morning to go on a shopping date with her. Or maybe even just in the confines of your two bedroom apartment, hands and legs intertwined as she makes you watch yet another fantasy movie–with her eventually falling asleep in your arms as she dreams about her future with you. And it’s during those moments that you realize how much of your soul she encapsulates, how much she truly means to you–as your housemate, best friend, and girlfriend.

Your only regret is not meeting her much earlier in your twenty one years of existence because every second spent with her is filled with bliss and you want to spend the rest of your life with her. No need to ask her the same question because she more than confirms such a statement every day with you. Just imagine if you two were childhood friends—how much more in love would you be with each other?

“How about we travel back to Korea? We haven’t been back home in a while.”

“That’s also a good idea! Then we can finally go on a Han River date! I heard it’s the perfect spot for couples.” Right. Out of all the dates you two haven’t been on yet, that’s on the very top of her list. “We could have a picnic there too.”

And as always, doubt begins to fill your mind once again. “Do we even have enough money for the trip? We can barely pay the rent.”

“Don’t worry oppa, we’ll figure it out!”  More reassurance from her, hands subtly squeezing yours. “Money won’t be a problem once we start working in Silicon Valley.”

“You’re saying that as if we’re definitely gonna get a job there.”

“There’s a reason why we’ve both gotten dean’s list every semester we’ve been here. We’ll do just fine!” 

“But–” A kiss to make you shut up. Such a gesture is fine in the confines of your apartment but with seemingly the entire world watching, your heart is set ablaze. Like a skillful wizard she easily puts you under her spell.

“I believe in you! So you should do the same, okay?” God, you love her so fucking much. What good deed did you do in your past life to have such a perfect girlfriend as her? Perhaps the stars are rewarding you for doing an adequate job as her protector. But it’s not a job when it comes to Yerim. You do it because she is more precious to you than anything in this universe. 

“Ha! Is oppa blushing?”

It’s extremely rare for Yerim to hit you with the uno reverse card but its effects are devastating. “W-What? No, I’m not.” Now you’re the one losing your composure. If there’s anyone that can send you into a frenzy with such ease, it’s her.

A celebratory dance, as if she just won an intense title-deciding race. “You so definitely are! Now I can get you back for all of your teasing.” 

Ruffle her hair. “That doesn’t count, Yerimmie.” 

Two Hufflepuffs battle it out for who truly deserves to belong in such a prestigious house. Stubborn vs. Stubborn. Sectumsempra vs Aveda Kedavra. Sun vs. Moon. “It sure does, oppa! Just like when we went on our first date.”

“The arcade date? When I won you that teddy bear?”

“Yes! And you were blushing so much when I hugged you tight.” How could you not when she loudly proclaimed how much she loved you in front of so many people? It’s like a scene straight out of a Korean drama, perhaps she was trying to play out such fantasies with you.

“You’re really not gonna let me forget about it, are you?” 

“Of course not!” It’s evident with the polaroid selfie of you two taken on that day displayed on the back of her phone. Lips planted firmly on your cheeks while you were a mess still very much processing the fact that you just went on a date with your housemate.

Suddenly you are pulled into her warm embrace; its effects on you remain much the same as it did exactly one hundred eighty five days ago. An overflow of dopamine that sends you to cloud nine; fireworks; supernova; solar flares–a cosmic explosion only Choi Yerim is capable of. 

“Didn’t you also make it your lockscreen, oppa?” Of course you did. That was the first thing you did as soon as you got home.

“Still is, actually.”

“Seeeeeeee?”

Just like every battle, the wizard from Bucheon prevails once again.

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Like a sunflower, your relationship with Yerim quickly blossomed. It was almost natural, like your friendship with her was bound to turn into something romantic the moment your eyes first landed on her—not that you were already planning your future with her or anything at that very moment. You can still vividly remember when you announced to your friends that you were finally dating her; it seemed like they were even happier than you were. All you heard were ‘I knew it’ and ‘I told you so’ for an entire week and you just wanted to bury yourself in a hole. 

It turns out they were right all along; Yerim was and still is hopelessly and deeply in love with you. What took them minutes of watching you two interact took you approximately three years. How did you not notice the fact that you were the only guy she interacted with? Or the fact that she always made sure to bake your favorite mango cake on your birthday? Or the fact that she cried like a baby when you sprained your ankle while playing basketball? Or the fact that she drunkenly confessed to you one time and you chose to ignore it?

But as they say, better late than never. And perhaps having known her for a long time already before dating gets rid of any possible awkwardness. Nothing changed between you two—except maybe that you can now freely kiss her on the lips and she can hug you anytime, anywhere. She’s also become much more clingy, not that you’re complaining or anything. So much so that she always sleeps in your room now, regardless of whether there is thunder or not. She always wants to be by your side.

“You have your own room, you know.” 

That just makes her tighten her hug as she scoots even closer to your chest. “But I like it better here! Plus, I can cuddle oppa while I sleep.” Fortunately your bed is enough to barely fit the two of you or else she would be sleeping while straddling you. Not that either of you are going to complain.

“We always cuddle when we watch movies or F1 races though.” Or basically whenever there’s an opportunity, she’ll cuddle with you even during a party. Nothing can stop the sunshine princess from staying close to you. But it’s not like you won’t do the same; you want to be with her as much as she wants to be with you.

She gets off of you and proceeds to straddle your lap. “But that’s different!” Purple LED light strips she insisted that you put in your room makes her glow in a way that not even the Sun could. “Cuddling during movie time is very different from cuddling during bed time.”

“Whatever you say, Choerry.” You sit up and proceed to pepper her face with kisses. Giggles from your girlfriend as you secure your arms around her waist. She squeals as you pull her closer towards you, leaving no inch of space between the two of you. “We’ll cuddle the entire day if you want to.”

She smiles so bright that it makes your brain go completely haywire. That’s the perfect opportunity for her to sneak in a quick kiss. “Mwah. Now that’s more like it, oppa. I know you’re very clingy.” Brush the loose strands of hair on her face aside, allowing you to see more of her ethereal beauty.

“You literally used your legs to prevent me from getting up this morning and I’m the clingy one?” Another kiss on your lips. If that’s her way of shutting you up then you’ll gladly keep on teasing her. 

“That’s because you woke up so early! I thought we were gonna go on a date or something.”

“You know what? That sounds like a good idea. Halloween’s coming up so maybe a haunted house date?”

“Hmph you’re so mean, oppa!”

You’ve never seen Yerim as terrified as when you took her to a haunted house after you two lost a bet—not even the fiercest thunderstorms could compare to how much she absolutely hated the experience. It’s funny considering how confident she was at the beginning too, claiming that “only kids” can get scared of such an attraction. Needless to say she spent most of the time screaming and holding on to you for dear life. By the end she was full-on crying and as always, it tore your heart to shreds seeing her like that. 

“Nah I’m just kidding. We can go to the amusement park again, if you want.”

Bright, starry eyes immediately widen at the suggestion. “Yes please!” Without a moment of hesitation she’s already agreed to your plans. “We better ride the Ferris wheel this time, oppa. You can’t back out now that you’re my boyfriend!”

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

“Cuz you chickened out last time! All because the ride attendant told us we looked like a couple.”

“Well you were holding my hands the entire time.” Try to recreate that same scenario, except now there’s no hesitation to intertwine your hands with hers. “I don’t think friends do this, Choerry.” There’s no hesitation to peck her on the lips either.

“Because they make me feel comfy and secure!” Then again, it never truly felt like you two were just friends. Everything you and Yerim did was uncharacteristic of two people engaged in a strictly platonic relationship. But it was inevitable; as if her gravity was fated to pull you in with every “friendly” date and the not-so-subtle public displays of affection that came with them. 

“Yeah. That’s why we looked hella sus the entire time.”

If her objective that day was to make your heart explode then she almost succeeded. Your smartwatch kept warning you of how extremely high your heart rate was despite being a physically fit twenty year old male. But how could you remain calm when she proceeded to act like you two were dating? Even more so when she gave you a kiss on the cheeks just as the fireworks were setting off at night. You were one millisecond away from confessing to her then.

“I guess that’s something we don’t have to worry about this time, oppa.”

Pinch her cheeks. “Absolutely not. I’ll proudly show everyone that you’re my girlfriend too.” Such simple words are enough to make her swoon and she melts in your arms like putty. Dark amber and ginger lily infiltrate your senses as she proclaims her love for you only in a way she can.

“I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!” A kiss after every iteration; each one seemingly lasting longer than the previous. 

“Are you trying to cast a spell on me or what?”

“Nope! I just wanna let you know how much I love you.” She doesn’t need to because she always shows it through her actions—much more so than with her words. But you’ll take any verbal reassurance from your girlfriend, especially since you didn’t even think you would hear those words coming out of her mouth months ago. Or that any of this would be happening. Housemates turned lovers; that you don’t see quite often. “I love you so much, oppa!”

“Well I love you 3000.”

Perhaps even more. More than the seemingly insurmountable odds it took for the Avengers to beat Thanos. More than the number of atoms that comprises the universe. Only if there was a way to truly convey it to her.

And maybe there is.

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“Do you ever think about getting married, oppa?”

It’s truly amazing how she can drop bombshells on you so casually. As if she’s just telling you an interesting anecdote from the past week. It’s perfect timing too considering how you just shoved a spoonful of chocolate ice cream in your mouth as she uttered those words. Next thing you know, you’re coughing and struggling to swallow your favorite dessert. 

“I-I’m sorry, oppa!” She immediately hands over a napkin as you try to clean up after yourself. “Didn’t know you would react like that.”

“Where the hell did that come from?”

“Cuz I’ve been thinking about it! Since we’ve been dating for quite some time now and everything.” A spoonful of her favorite cotton candy ice cream then a hum of satisfaction. “I just think it’d be really cute if we got married!”

Marriage. It’s not a surprise that Yerim is already thinking that far ahead into the future, it’s a plan that is even grander than any of the international escapades she wants you two to embark in. A life-altering decision that will permanently seal your fate with hers, one that ensures the sunshine will be by your side until the end of time. But it’s not like you weren’t thinking about the same thing either–flashes of her walking down the aisle in a wedding dress is your recurring dream.

Reach over for her left hand. “Guess we’re gonna have to replace that ring then.” The piece of jewelry wrapped around her left ring finger has never left its position ever since that fateful day nor has the position she took in your heart. “Think a diamond ring would look much better on you, Choerry.” 

A vehement shaking of her head. “No need to spend more money on me, oppa! Just your presence is enough.” She always says that. You might as well give her a plastic toy ring and she will still treat it as if it’s the rarest material in existence. As long as it’s from you, she will cherish it with her entire life.

“I wanna treat you, though,”

“You can do that when we’re married!”

“But I don’t wanna wait.”

A moment of silence and you think you’ve finally won a battle against her. But then she utters the next eight words that completely stops your orbit. “I can’t wait to be your wife then, oppa.” 

Mission control is out of reach yet again. This time the solar flare is much stronger than anything you’ve ever faced and you succumb immediately. You don’t even notice Yerim trying to catch your attention because you are trapped under the intense gravity of her statement. “Oppa? Are you okay?” Her words float away into space, your mind reduced to cosmic dust.

Choi Yerim; Choerry; Yerimmie; sunshine princess; sunflower; the cutest crybaby; the hottest ball of star; the best girl; your housemate; your girlfriend. You love her so much that it hurts; it hurts so good everytime she wakes you up with kisses, everytime she pulls you into a hug, everytime she tells you how much she loves you, everytime she whines when you don’t give her enough attention. It’s the little things that make you deeply and painfully lovestruck.

One kiss from her is all it takes to break your train of thought. “I got you again, oppa!” When she’s at her happiest, you’re at your happiest. The ultimate synchronization; the alignment of stars; the culmination of three years of friendship; six months of pure adrenaline rush; countless nights spent stargazing; countless movie nights; countless ice cream dates just like this one. The thought of spending the rest of your life with her is enough to melt you; and knowing that she feels the same way sets off fireworks in your fragile heart.

“I-It’s just cold, that’s why.”

“Hnnnghhhh why are you so stubborn, oppa.” A light tug on your arm. “You don’t have to act so tough around me, you know. I’ve known you for too long.” Three years but it feels like she knows you more than your parents. As if you’ve known her your entire life. Call it the red string of fate or just a connection far deeper than you anticipated when you first met her but if soulmates were truly a thing, then Choi Yerim can be described as such.

“Can’t just say that and expect me not to lose my shit, Yerimmie.”

“It was on purpose! You keep talking about how much you want to marry me in your sleep so I know I have to tease you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah! You keep fanboying over me, oppa. Didn’t know you had that side.” Might as well dig a hole and bury yourself in it because there’s absolutely no escaping this. Your face reaches temperatures far hotter than the biggest star in the galaxy. But at least Yerim knows that you feel the same way about your future. You just wish she wouldn’t repeat the things you’ve apparently mentioned in your sleep. A revelation of your deepest desires; what your heart wishes you could explicitly say to her. 

“Wanna make you the happiest girl.”

“I love you so bad.”

“Let’s move into a big house.”

“I wanna have kids with you.”

The grin on her face grows wider with each sentence but it’s not a teasing one; but rather one that shows gratitude for how much you truly appreciate her as your girlfriend and perhaps, future wife. A grin accompanied by the reddening of her cheeks. “How dare you not tell me that you want kids as well, oppa.”

“Cuz I don’t know if you want kids as well. Don’t wanna pressure you.”

“Should’ve asked me then! I just know our kids are gonna be cute!” That explains why she made you watch a video compilation of babies on YouTube one time. You brushed it off as her being the cutest sunshine but it all makes sense now. “Imagine we have twins, mini Choerry and Oppa!”

“You’re telling me I have to deal with another Choerry?”

“Hmph! So mean, oppa. I know you’re gonna love them as much as I do.”

“Hopefully they’re not as big of a crybaby as you are.”

“Yah!” —————————

“Hnnghhh this movie is so boring, oppa.”

The brightest pair of brown eyes looks up at you, flecks of dark brown hair scattered all over your chest as the glowing hot ball of star wraps her limbs around you. Another Friday movie night, another opportunity for her to cuddle you. Matching pajamas that she bought after your first month together is worn proudly. A set of purple cherry-patterned pajamas; truly fitting for the sunshine princess and her oppa.

“Weren’t you the one that picked this time?” Hands instinctively run through her hair as her favorite cherry shampoo infiltrates your senses yet again.

A pout from the sunflower; not even the darkness can prevent her from shimmering. “Yeah! But it looked so good from the trailer.”

“I told you we should’ve gone on a dinner date instead.” Intertwined hands like clockwork; if there was a way to permanently glue your hands to hers, she would take the offer in a heartbeat. “There’s this Italian restaurant that just opened up a block away.”

“I didn’t wanna dress up though.” An audible whine, that just makes you want to cuddle her even tighter. “Takes too much work to put on makeup and look nice for you.”

“We could pick another movie, if you want.”

She sits up on the couch and a familiar look spreads across her face. “I-I actually wanna do something else.”

“What is it? Oh-“ 

In a split second Yerim has sealed her lips with yours; her soft, succulent, and addicting lips driving you insane as usual. This is far from the cute and innocent kisses that she loves to imitate. You can already feel the heat she generates despite the air conditioner on full blast in the living room. Sit up from the couch and she immediately straddles your lap; stare into her eyes and you could immediately see her turn from ‘cute Choerry’ to ‘sexy Choerry’

“Let’s try a different position this time, oppa.”

It’s truly amazing how her entire aura can change like a flip of a switch. But you absolutely do not mind this side of her. Her gaze is intense as you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva following the lip lock. You can already feel your cock hardening under her and you know she can feel it as well with the slight whimpers emitting out of her mouth. She reaches for the top button of her pajamas and begins unbuttoning it, following the same process for the rest.

You are much more impatient however as you just pull the obstruction over your head and throw it somewhere in the room. This allows you the perfect view just as she’s removing the last button. A bite of her lip and a wink as more of her flesh is revealed to you, then a laugh . She spreads the clothing open and begins the long and arduous process of taking it off of her flawless body. 

“Choerry, fuck…..”

You’re probably drooling right now but you don’t care. From her shoulders that you just want to mark to the cleavage being covered by her white lingerie down to that tight stomach that you just want to paint; Choi Yerim is sculpted by the gods and you’re lucky that you can spend such intimate nights with her. Your impatience rears its ugly head once again and you reach for the hem of her pants but she rightfully stops you in your tracks.

“I’ll do it myself, oppa.” But how can you be patient when you’ve got the epitome of perfection stripping bare all just for you to see? In one swift move, the matching purple pants is pulled down her legs which exposes her meaty and luscious thighs; her white panties already drenched as always. If this was any other time you would have eaten her out already but you’re curious as to what she has planned. Though if she keeps looking at you with a lustful and insatiable gaze, you would gladly pound her on the couch right now.

You’re so focused on her that you don’t even realize that your pants have come off as well; only left in your boxers that’s pitching a tent and dripping with so much precum. The horny sunshine doesn’t waste anymore time and proceeds to strip off her undergarments, leading you to do the same. No foreplay tonight, she just wants you to fill her as much as possible; maybe give her the twins that she wants.  

“F-Fuck me from behind, oppa…..” In the smallest and shyest voice as she turns around and gets on all fours; her juices are already starting to drip all over the couch and normally you would ask to move to the bedroom but her request sends you into overdrive even more. All sense of logic and reasoning has flown out of the window at this point.

“Are you sure?” It’s hard to think straight with her butt presented to you and your precum adding to the mess that she already made. It doesn’t help that her hips and waist look even better from behind, ready to receive your heavy load. Yerim only responds with a nod, cheeks flushed red as she feels more exposed in this new position. But she trusts you and slowly but carefully, you insert your length inside of her.

A silent groan from you as her suffocating warmth welcomes you once again, but this time from a different angle. Somehow, it feels better than just her riding you or you fucking her in missionary. The rest of her body is laid flat on the couch with only her hips raised up in a prone position, and soon enough she’s tightening around your length so tightly that you might just explode immediately. Her arms grab onto the edge of the couch as her moans are muffled as her face is buried on the couch. It’s becoming evident that she’s so close and you continue to pound her at a relentless pace.

You lean forward to place kisses on her neck and shoulder, your body pressing on top of hers as you slow down the pace to a grind. It’s more intimate than any other position you’ve tried with her and the sunshine princess might just send you into a cosmic explosion. She tries to look up at you but the pleasure is so immense that she can only announce her impending orgasm in a breathless whisper. “G-Gonna cum so much, oppa…” A few more thrusts before the dam breaks, her squirt flooding your couch as she moans your name much louder than before. Pull her into a deep and passionate kiss before the neighbors complain. 

You don’t stop thrusting however as you are also very close to reaching your orgasm. With the remaining energy you have, you bring Yerim to an upright position with her back pressed against your chest. Wrap your arms around her stomach as you begin to increase the pace again, pounding her steadily. Watch the mess she’s made on your cock as your hands explore her body, wrapping your arms possessively around her tight stomach and rubbing it. Leave marks all over her neck and shoulders as her intoxicating scent drives you closer to your peak. “I’ll fill you up so fucking much, Choerry.” You can feel her get wetter and tighter due to your statement. 

“Do it o-oppa, please! Let’s have plenty of kids together!”

“Fuck!” There was no way you were going to last any millisecond longer and with one final thrust, you spill everything you have been saving inside of her. Ribbons after ribbons of thick sperm filling her to the brim and spilling out of her–joining her squirt on the couch. Needy groans as weaker thrusts follow the more powerful ones; the last spurts of your semen joining the overflow inside of her. 

She immediately crashes onto the couch and you do the same, not caring about the possibility of having to replace the piece of furniture you two are currently cuddling on; or the fact that the movie she put on is already halfway done. You pull out in time to witness more seeds spilling out of her and you try to leave the couch to grab a towel for her but she stops you and pulls you in to cuddle once again–the lack of clothing makes this cuddle session more intimate than usual.

“S-Stay here, oppa……..” 

Thankfully, there’s a blanket laying around so you won’t have to freeze in the living room. Yerim spent so much energy that she’s already snoring as soon as you turn off the TV; place a kiss on her forehead as you make sure that she’s in a comfortable position. Instinctively, she buries her head into the crook of your neck–wanting you to be as physically close to her as possible.

Likewise, you always want to be with her. Though you may not be as expressive about it as she is, every second without Yerim is hell. Her stubborn oppa is just as needy and clingy, perhaps even more considering how you’re always thinking about going on more dates with her; marrying her; or buying a house with her; or having kids with her. 

But knowing that she trusts you with all her heart is enough. That she chose to live with you despite not knowing you at all. That she chose to give you her outpouring love and care and cuteness. Are you even truly deserving of such a treatment? There’s only one way to show her just how grateful you are and it’s to marry her. To ensure that she feels loved every single day just as much as she shows her love to you. That the budding sunflower currently resting on your chest can keep that smile that sends your heart racing to the moon and back. 

Four more months like she said and you can finally explore the world with her; make more memories and perhaps take that next step in your relationship. But as she falls asleep in your arms, you can’t help but think of one thing:

What if you want to marry her already?

Office Hours

LOONA Gowon x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | bratty student!Gowon

A/N 1: For @gangplanksorenji and @kaedespicelatte. Thank you Kaede as always for your input.

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“And the last step to solve this problem is integrating by substitution.” 

The red marker creates an audible squeaking sound as you drag it across the whiteboard, creating complex mathematical symbols and equations that your five-year old self would be confused by. The silence doesn’t surprise you considering how you struggled with this same topic as an undergraduate, you can only hope that the students truly understand what you are writing. 

“I’m pretty sure Dr. Lee taught you all how to do that right?”

Hushed whispers of confirmation gives you the cue to erase the contents of the whiteboard and to continue on with the lecture—with some students quickly taking their phone out to take a snap of the whiteboard. Take a quick peek at your watch to make sure that everything is right on schedule. You wait a few more seconds for any objections and thankfully there is none. Great, looks like you’re going to be able to go home early. “Okay good, so let’s move on to the next prob–” 

“Gosh, this is so boring.”

Turn your attention to the blonde sitting in front of the classroom. Park Gowon, a third year mathematics major who is known around campus for her otherworldly visuals—and more importantly, for being one of the smartest. Some say she already has multiple job offers from top companies but who knows how much of that is the truth. What is true though, is that she is incredibly difficult to work with, both as a teacher and a student. Her inflated ego as the smart student makes it a hellish time to deal with her. But of course since you are relatively new, you have no choice but to take on the task the department assigned to you. 

A disinterested look paints her face as she rests her chin on her palm, making it as clear as possible that she does not enjoy sitting in your lecture. This is not the first time she’s done this but it is getting on your nerves—she claims that your class is “too easy” and that she can pass with her eyes closed (which is probably true, but still). You must maintain your professionalism, however, you don’t want to lose your teaching assistant position when you only earned it last year.

Audible gasps can be heard throughout the small classroom as your other students are absolutely enjoying the spectacle unfolding right in front of them. “What was that, Miss Park?”

Every word that comes out of her mouth is venom and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. “I said this class is boring. There, happy?” Then a raise of her eyebrows, seemingly trying to urge you on. It’s working because you loosen your tie as you can feel the tension starting to grow. 

You usually tolerate her antics but perhaps the fact that you spilled your morning coffee is causing your patience to be much shorter than usual. Or maybe because the bratty, annoying look that she gives you every single damn time is starting to irritate you. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing that stupid uniform in the first place—causing your mind to travel to places it definitely shouldn’t.

You grit your teeth, holding yourself back before you lash out any hurtful words; she’s still your student after all and you do not want to involve yourself in any altercations. You will just have to discipline her instead and hopefully such incidents don’t occur ever again. “Miss Park, please come with me to my office right after this class. The rest of you may leave.” You don’t miss the way she rolls her eyes but you chose to ignore it.

The classroom quickly empties out and you begin to pack up your belongings and Gowon does the same. Soon, you are leading her towards your office; it’s at this point that you realize that she’s the first student to ever enter your office, which is surprising considering you always hold office hours every semester; would more of your students pass if they just reached out to you for help? Who knows. Maybe it’s because of that fact that you are just now noticing how messy it is once you’ve finally reached the small, confined space.

Paperworks are scattered across your work desk while crushed cans of energy drinks fill up the trash can; the dissertation that you’ve been working on for months is due in just a couple of weeks so you are extremely tired and stressed. You almost feel embarrassed as she scans her eyes with a disgusted look but you remember the reason why you brought her along in the first place. You close the door behind you and shut off the blinds as you make your way towards your chair.

“Please, Miss Park. Have a seat.”

She fortunately doesn’t spit out another complaint  as she takes a seat right in front of you. Her doll-like features are more apparent in such an intimate setting and it’s hard to focus with her in such close proximity, though that annoyed look with her eyebrows raised is causing your blood to boil once again. “Would you care to explain to me why you act so disinterested and rude in my class? Is it really that boring for you?” You try to speak to her in a soft and calm voice because escalating the situation is not going to help you or her; you just want to help her if you can.

But it doesn’t matter anyways because Gowon is not paying attention to you at all, humming as she casually scrolls through her phone as if her instructor isn’t lecturing her, as if she’s on a date with a guy she’s clearly not interested in, as if she’s a princess and you’re just a mere peasant invading her space. Apparently even talking to you bores her and it’s a major insult to you not just as her superior, but as a man. “Miss Park, I’m speaking to you.”

She continues to ignore you, deliberately avoiding your gaze as she would twirl her curly hair around her fingers while lightly tapping her feet on the floor. “Miss Park.” Your voice is becoming more stern, but it just makes her more stubborn as she goes back to scrolling through her phone. You ball your fists in rage, you may be a patient guy but she’s driving you over the edge. You can only tolerate her for so long before you end up exploding.

“Yah Park Gowon!” You shout, far louder than you anticipated which causes her to flinch—you’ve never been this angry before. You hoped that it would be enough to persuade her but you knew better than to escalate the situation and now, there’s no turning back. She takes a deep sigh as she stands up from her seat, fixing her skirt and checking her hair using her phone.

“If you have any concerns, you can just email me sir. I don’t wanna be here in your disgusting office.” 

She picks up her bag and proceeds to make her way out of your office but you stop her in her tracks just in time, barricading yourself between Gowon and the door to prevent her from leaving. You are going to get an answer from her and you are going to get it now. You can’t just let your manhood be insulted, you still have your pride and ego after all. Not when she already trampled all over your dignity by disrespecting you in front of all your students.

“No.”

Unfortunately for her, you are just as stubborn. And considering that she already pushed you to your limits, you have decided to play along with her little game—even if it may cost you everything. Fuck it, you’re going to let your dick do the thinking for once.

“What are you talking about, sir?” For the first time, you have the upper-hand; a cruel realization in the dynamics between an instructor and his student. She could only look at you in a mixture of curiosity and fear as she has never seen this side of you, and perhaps no one else has seen this side of you.

“I’m done trying to play nice with you, you’re gonna need to be punished.” You lock the door behind you and close all of your windows, making sure that no one can see the sinful events that are about to follow. “And as per university policy, it’s my duty to carry out any form of punishment.” You completely loosen your tie before taking it off. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

The request flabbergasts Gowon, though a faint trace of lust can be seen in her eyes. “What?!”

“I said get on your fucking knees and suck my dick, I won’t repeat myself.” You’re surprised by how commanding you sounded, though that’s probably fueled by the fact that you can’t think of anything else right now other than ruining this brat in front of you, maybe it’s because she looks so damn irresistible in that uniform.

Thankfully she obliges immediately, kneeling down as she begins unbuckling your belt but she struggles—whether it’s because of her inexperience or nervousness you don’t know. Your skilled hands are much quicker however and you remove it and your pants in no time along with your boxers and your fully erect cock almost hits her in the face, dripping with so much precum. 

She can only look in awe as those soft and gentle hands of hers begin to stroke you. Her touch feels cathartic and it’s causing your libido to increase, your busy schedule rarely allows any time for such activities so your sensitivity is through the roof. “Fuck, you’re so big sir.” More precum continues to dribble out with each careful stroke and she reaches a finger out for a taste, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. 

“If I just knew how much you were packing, I would’ve gladly sucked you off eve—hmph!” If you can’t use your words to get her to shut up, then your dick surely can. In one swift motion, you plunge your shaft into her welcoming mouth. You don’t give her time to adjust to your length nor to your pace as you start off with frantic thrusts. Fortunately, Gowon catches up to speed and begins slurping on your meat with hunger and even uses her hands to fondle your heavy balls.

“You’re not stubborn anymore, huh? Guess all you needed was dick in your mouth to be tamed.” You don’t stop thrusting in her mouth, tears falling down her eyes and drool oozing out of the side of her lips, ruining her princess-like image as she devours you. The sound of your cock hitting the back of her throat adds to the lewd display in what is supposed to be an academic sanctuary and it just turns you on even further. If you just knew how good those lips are at dick sucking, you would have punished her a long time ago.

Her lipstick has stained the base of your cock but you absolutely don’t mind because all you care about is how good her mouth feels. You grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail as you quicken your thrusts to match the bobbing of her head, using her mouth as your personal fleshlight while you continue to vent out all of your frustrations on her. And considering that you rarely receive blowjobs, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak.

“Gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum inside your mouth and you’re gonna take it all in you hear that?”

The built up stress of the past few months is released with an animalistic growl as you unload thick shots upon thick shots of cum down her throat, pushing your tip as far deep as possible while you hold her head steady. You lean your head back as your vision goes white from the strong orgasm, the result of such a heavenly experience leaving you breathless and yearning for more. You both rest in that position for quite a while as you recover from the intensity of it. Eventually your shaft begins to limp and you remove it from her mouth, leaving a string of saliva and cum in the aftermath.

“Fuck…….”

Without even being asked, Gowon opens her mouth to show the massive amount of cum that you’ve released, with some staining her lips. She then swallows it before wiping the excess using the sleeves of her uniform, then that bratty look shows up on her face and you are rock hard again in just a matter of minutes. “That was such a big load, sir. Maybe we should do this everyday to help you relieve it.” But alas, her words continue to affect you at this very moment, your eyes burning with even more passion and lust. 

“Take off that uniform now.” Another command that she quickly obliges to and perhaps she’s starting to get the hang of it, she should have been obedient a long time ago anyways. Your dress shirt was the only piece of clothing you still had on so you were able to get rid of it with ease, helping Gowon just in time unzip her skirt and you throw the flimsy piece of clothing at the door; not a smart decision but neither is what you are currently doing with her.

You always knew she had a deceptively curvy body underneath those hoodies and oversized shirts that she loved to wear occasionally but seeing it with your own eyes beats any imagination you had. Time is ticking however and as much as you want to appreciate her body more, you’re not exactly in the appropriate place to do so—the result is you stripping her off of her remaining undergarments and turning her around on your work desk, swiping the paperworks to the floor and any other obstruction to your goal: to ruin her.

“If you want this dick badly, I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna ruin you so badly you’ll barely be able to walk out of my fucking office.” It’s not a surprise that her juices are already leaking down her thighs, your words turning her on even more. “When you do manage to walk out of here, everyone is gonna know how much of a slut you are fucking a teacher in his office in broad daylight when they see my cum flowing out of your skirt, you get that?” 

You give her cute and petite ass a slap which causes her to moan; the reaction only urges you on as you bend her over, slowly inserting your cock in her tight pussy and you groan as her walls constrict around you, making it difficult to move. Her moans increase in volume as she holds on to the edges of your desk tightly and you have to place a hand over her mouth to prevent her from getting too loud—though inside you want everyone to know just how well Gowon is taking your dick. Hell, they could walk in and you won’t mind them watching you tame the blonde in front of you.

“S-Sir! Ruin me with that cock, please!”

It’s a good thing she’s already aroused otherwise it would take you longer to establish any sort of rhythm. A few more slow thrusts and you feel her starting to loosen up, giving you the green light to start pounding her instead. Look down and you watch how easily your length moves in between her buttcheeks, each thrust causing more of her juices to leak on your table as she tries to hold on for dear life. Not satisfied with the position, you wrap an arm around her body to pull her upper body upwards and press her back against your chest.

This allows you to inhale her intoxicating scent as you leave kisses all over her shoulder and neck, continuing your assault on her pussy and her moans start to turn into desperate cries of pleasure. The position also allows you to feel how amazing her body truly is as you give her breasts a gentle squeeze before resting your hands on her stomach. She’s so warm, so tight, so hot and you wouldn’t mind spending the entire day here in your office fucking her until you’re both completely spent. 

“Shit, fuck, fuck! You’re taking my cock so fucking well, Gowon. You’re truly made to be ruined.”

“And you feel so big inside me, sir! Keep fucking me, please! I-I’m so close!”

It’s evident with the way her walls are starting to tighten around your cock again but you are also nearing your peak. With both of your pleasure in mind you push her down to the table and bend her over once again, increasing the pace of your pounding as they become more desperate and hurried. The idea of any sort of rhythm is gone as the table start to creak with how hard you are fucking her. Sweat starts to drip down your face but it doesn’t matter, the only thing you can focus on is how her wet and tight pussy is going to handle your load.

“Faster, sir! I-I wanna cum with you!”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t tell me what to do.”

Your cock is throbbing violently and it only takes one, two, three deep and powerful thrusts for Gowon to completely unravel underneath you, a high-pitched moan so loud that someone outside will definitely hear it. She quivers as her body is laid completely flat on your table, hips pushing themselves back towards you as her orgasm continues to run through her small, tiny body. Her juices begin to squirt out of her pussy in a violent manner, completely spraying your table with her essence and such overwhelming pleasure brings you to your own orgasm as you empty yet another thick load from your balls, this time it’s going straight inside Gowon as every thrust pushes your cum deep inside her breeding hole. The combination of your juices on your table is definitely going to be a messy job to clean but that’s not your concern right now. Your punishment for her is not over.

“We’re not finished yet.”

You grab Gowon by the hands and drag her towards your chair. Sit down on it and pull her closer towards you, effectively making her straddle your lap. She squeals at the motion as you don’t waste any time and bring her down your needy dick, coated liberally with your cum and her squirt. One orgasm down the drain makes it easier to penetrate her this time around as you are able to bring her to your hilt in just one go.

“F-Fuck! Be more gentle, sir!” She wraps her arms around your neck and buries her face in it, her hot breath giving you goosebumps as her tight, velvety walls clutches your shaft once again. “I’m s-still sensitive.” But instead of slowing down and giving her time to adjust, you begin to thrust upwards at an unrelenting pace, wrapping your arms around her body as you press as much of your skin against hers. The squelching sound after each pump into her wet cunt only gets louder as more cum begins to flow out of her from your orgasm earlier.

“Shit! So fucking tight, so fucking wet!” 

Knead her buttcheeks as you plant kisses on the side of her face, the sounds of her cries of euphoria fueling you to chase yet another orgasm. Gowon pulls away from you this time, running her hands through her disheveled hair to fix it. The intensity of the session completely left her a mess and ruined. And yet the burning passion in her eyes is still there and they’re only telling you one thing: to breed her. You lean forward and begin nibbling on the porcelain skin of her neck, leaving dark love bites as she bounces intensely on your lap while you try to match with her thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again, sir. Oh fuck!” 

Gowon is struck by a second, smaller orgasm as she falls again into your arms, but the amount of squirt gushing out of her is still the same as it completely drenched your thighs. Your tired, aching body follows her orgasm with one of your own—replacing the cum you’ve left inside earlier with more shots of semen, wringing you completely dry and exhausted. Carefully run your hands through her hair as she comes down from her high, her breathing taking minutes to stabilize but when it does, she’s already drifting to dreamland. It’s not a surprise considering how hard you fucked her and how much energy she spent.

It’s a good thing you don’t have any more classes for today as you let Gowon fall asleep in your arms while you follow suit. When you both woke up, you quickly cleaned up the mess you’ve made in your office then brought her back to your apartment where you ended up having more rounds of intense sex. All it took was a quick nap for both of you to re-energize and you were already filling her up again, this time she wasn’t afraid to vocalize her pleasure as her screams reverberated around your apartment (your neighbors will definitely file a noise complaint). As expected, she wasn’t able to walk at all the following day and so you excused her absence. But it was all really just a part of your bigger plan…

Because you fucked her again when you came back home that day.

Behind Closed Doors

IVE Yujin x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | fuckbuddy!Yujin

A/N 1: I am down astronomically bad for her. Thank you @kaedespicelatte as always for beta reading this piece.

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“Come on, let’s go out tonight! Drinks are on me.”

You should’ve turned her down then, when all she had in her system was a glass of champagne from the after party, when she still isn’t as possessive as she is right now—arms wrapped tightly around yours as she tries, and fails, to make her way back to the dorms. You should have remembered just how much of a lightweight Ahn Yujin is, and how it could spell trouble for you for the rest of this lovely night. Another rookie of the year award bagged, another round of partying, and another night spent with her. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.

“Hmm you look good today.”

Even just a drop of alcohol turns her into the most dangerous woman on the planet—and with the dress she’s wearing that hugs her curves tightly, it takes every ounce of self-control not to make any moves that could jeopardize your friendship with her. Not even when she presents those inviting lips that makes you just want to drag her to a narrow alley and fuck her senseless. Not even when that intoxicating scent of hers makes her even more alluring than she already is. 

Are you even just friends? The countless sexual encounters with her proves otherwise—from quickies in the practice room to full-on sexual escapades in her bedroom, you two have done it all.

A partnership forged by her desire to alleviate the stress that comes with being the leader of the most popular group in the nation has led to quite an interesting relationship with her, a relationship that you didn’t even think would exist.

“Y-Yah why are we walking so slowly!” 

In fear of being recognized, you opted to walk her home instead of taking a cab; which might have been a bad idea considering her dorm is two miles away and carrying an albeit light woman who is constantly trying to grind up on you is not exactly what you need—maybe you should have just accepted Wonyoung’s assistance. And considering that you’re just as shitfaced at this very moment, your fuse is infinitesimally small. “Can you just stay still, Yujinnie?”

There’s no use arguing when she’s breathing down your neck, sending chills down your spine as you attempt to give her a piggyback ride. You grab onto her thighs as she wraps her arms around your neck  and the moan she releases into your ears is only urging you throw all decorum away—not that you had any in the first place. If everyone just knew how much she bends to your will during every encounter, if only they knew just how lucky you are to have such an experience with her.

Sensing your distress, she laughs; a sultry laugh that only makes it that much harder to maintain composure. God, she really knows how to manipulate you. “Ohhh looks like someone is angry.” Then you feel her lips hovering near your ears; those damn, tempting lips. “Had a little bit too much to drink tonight, sweetie?” Look who’s talking. You shiver as you feel her softly nibble on your earlobe, wandering hands exploring your body as she tightens her hold around you. It’s a battle of who can keep their cool the longest and she’s clearly on the winning side.

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me hard once when we get back.” Maybe it’s the fact that this whole friends-with-benefits ordeal with her has been going on for a year now, but she sure knows how to push your buttons. But you’re not exactly doing anything to stop her, in fact you love it. Who else can say that they get to have sex with Ahn Yujin regularly? “I know I’ll definitely be screaming for that cock of yours.”

“Yujin…..”

She dismisses your words like the wind, a hand slowly creeping down towards your pants. How pathetic, you already have a bulge and you haven’t even fucked her yet. “What position are we gonna try this time? Missionary? That’s boring. Doggy style? That’s too basic. Maybe you eat my pussy while I suck your dick, hmm?”

You almost stumble forward but you fortunately save yourself in time before you end up faceplanting on the sidewalk. The imagery Yujin places inside your brain is enough to cause it to go haywire. But you must remain firm, any advantage given to her will only boost her already inflated ego. “Just shut the fuck up, will you?”

“The only way that happens is if you stuff my mouth full of that dick. Look how hard you are for me.” She doesn’t stop fondling your clothed length, as if the fact that other people can clearly see the sinful things she’s doing urges her even more. “I can already imagine it hitting the back of my throat. Or hitting my cervix while you pound me from behind.” A groan as she gives your clothed bulge a squeeze. “God, you’re so big.”

You grit your teeth, knowing that any words that come out of your mouth will encourage her even more. But your silence doesn’t stop her, continuing to whisper the dirtiest things right into your ear as you make the treacherous walk back to the dorms. Nothing she did made the trip easy nor the fact that you became more and more drunk as time passed by—almost falling to the side multiple times as she just laughed at you. Are you really going to endure such things just to get in her pants?

The obvious answer is yes. Otherwise you would have just called a cab like you should’ve and dropped her off before making your way home. But instead here you are, struggling to press the combination to her dorms as she somehow made herself heavier. Your legs are aching and trembling, your dick has been painfully trapped inside your pants for the past hour; at this point you’d want nothing but to vent out your frustration.

Forget the fact that all of the other members are deep in their slumber, crash your lips into hers as soon as the door is shut. The taste of whatever alcoholic concoction she consumed lingers on her lips, those plump lips that have been teasing you for the past few hours. Thankfully you’ve memorized the outline of her dorm to be able to maneuver the two of you to her bedroom in complete darkness—though not without bumping into some furniture in the way.

Thank goodness Yujin’s bedroom walls are soundproof because she releases a moan so loudly that the other members definitely would’ve heard by now. But it’s not like the two of you would’ve cared anyways—she’ll loudly proclaim to anyone how good you fuck her. She pulls you immediately into another kiss as soon as you enter the room, this time it’s filled with even more passion and lust. Fuck, you can’t get enough of her and tonight, you’re going to have your fill of her. And based on the look on her eyes, she’s dying to do the same.

She grabs onto the collars of your dress shirt while your hands fumble with the zipper on the back of her dress, trying your hardest to focus on the task while she moves down to your neck and proceeds to leave kisses there. “Shit, we’re gonna have such a good time tonight.” You’re definitely sure that she left hickeys that will definitely have to be covered by tomorrow but you don’t care at the moment. Not when you’ve finally undressed her, leaving her in black lingerie as the flimsy dress pools at her feet. Your eyes immediately scan her body, from her plentiful cleavage; her toned abs; her thick thighs; and her ridiculously long legs that you just want wrapped around your body.

A knowing smile from her as she can see your yearning eyes scanning her perfectly sculpted body—she’s got you right where she wants you to be. She knows that it only takes one little thing to piss you off and for you to end up right here inside her bedroom once again. “My eyes are up here, oppa.” But you are far in too deep, her intense aura captivating you to no end and with nowhere else to go. 

A devilish smirk from Yujin, then a lip bite as she works on unbuttoning your dress shirt while you work on taking off the rest of your clothing—soon you are only left in your boxers but before she could take it off, you push her onto the bed. With how much teasing she’s done to you tonight, it’s time for you to get a little revenge. And perhaps, a taste of her.

You urge her to move further up the bed before diving in towards those lips again. This time swirling your tongue around hers as you give her clothed breasts a gentle squeeze. Whimpers and moans vibrate in your mouth as you move your hands further down from her tight stomach down to her heavenly thighs. Eventually, you have to pull away from the kiss to recover your breath. “I’ve had it enough with you. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.”

“Good, then you’re gonna have to explain to Gaeul unnie and the rest of the girls why I’ll be stuck in my room all day. How’s that?” She cups your length through your boxers and it makes you jump. Then that moment of vulnerability allows her to pull down your boxers and you shiver as cold air meets your fully erect cock, precum already dripping out. “I don’t think either one of us wants that to happen. Right, oppa?”

She leaves you speechless. Either because she looks absolutely stunning under the warm lights of her bedroom or the fact that the alcohol has completely taken over your system. But as she slowly wraps her dainty fingers around your cock, the only thing you can do is groan in pleasure. You need her more than anything else, an addiction that you’ll gladly suffer from for the rest of your life.

“Y-Yujin, shit…”

“Hmm, what was that? I can’t hear what you’re saying.” Then she begins to stroke your length at a delicately slow pace, causing you to fall back on the bed and for her to be the one on top now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The sensory overload she provides leaves you breathless and scrambling. “You’re gonna have to speak louder, oppa.”

As if to punish you, she begins to stroke you faster, even spitting on your cock to lubricate her hand. But it’s hard to focus on anything other than just how stunning she looks in her bra and panties—even more so without them. A body seemingly sculpted by the gods and only yours to see. Fuck, you can’t wait to explore more of her.

Just the thought makes your cock throb in her hand and she could feel it, making her stroke you even faster. “Yujin, please!”

“Please what?” She then begins to move her face towards your length and the angle allows you to get a glimpse of her breasts and it’s causing your brain to go haywire even further. “You’ve gotta tell me what you want, oppa.”

And as much as you hate giving in to what she wants, you have no choice but to swallow your pride and oblige. It’s not like this was going to end any other way. You take a deep breath before giving her a pleading look. How truly pathetic. “Just suck my cock, please.”

Then she flashes that signature, bright smile of hers and for a split second you see the idol side of her. Though that mirage only last for a fleeting moment as you are quickly reminded of how much she changes during sex. “Good. I’ve been wanting to taste this dick the entire night. How could you make me wait, hmm?” She strokes your length for a few more times before hastily taking your cock inside her mouth. No time to get used to it, this isn’t her first rodeo and neither is it yours. Lean your head back in pleasure as uncontrolled moans and groans escape your mouth.

Yujin’s trained gag reflex along with the added lubrication allows her to take you all the way in easily, switching back and forth between sucking you off and jerking you off. Sometimes she would swipe her tongue on your slit, licking all of the precum coming out of you. Or sometimes she would fondle your balls as the lewd sound of her going to town on your dick reverberates throughout her room. Can the other members not really hear anything?

She pauses to wipe the drool coming out of the sides of her mouth and the sight of her ravaging your cock turns you on even more. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? You better return the favor later, oppa.”

You’re supposed to be the one taking over and yet you melt into putty under her expert touch, the combination of her hands and mouth working their magic on your cock only serves to grow the familiar tension building up in your stomach. The events of this night are causing you to last much shorter than usual but you don’t mind, you want to stuff that mouth of hers full of cum. 

“Of course, I-I am.” You pant, finding it hard to even speak. “I wanna paint that pretty face of yours, Yujinnie.”

Apparently that’s not the right answer because a disappointed look spreads across her face as she stops pleasuring you. “Listen, I didn’t make you come all the way here just to have that huge load wasted on my face okay?” Is she pouting? “I need your cum to fill my pussy, breed me.” In a flash, she strips herself off of her undergarments—now she’s completely naked like you are.

As expected, she’s already wet—her juices dripping down her lovely thighs as she sits back on her bed and spreads her legs wide. She licks her fingers before using them to spread her lips wide open, showing you just how ready she is to be stuffed full of your dick. “Come on now, oppa. I’m all yours.” Yujin winks, then another lip bite as she presents herself to you.

That only sends more blood rushing towards your blue-balled cock. “Fucking hell, Yujinnie.” You immediately follow her towards the top of the bed and crash your lips with hers once again. No more foreplay, no more games. You insert your cock inside her awaiting pussy and the familiar warmth invites you to start pounding her and breed her like she begged you to.

“A-Ah wait!” Yujin then wraps her toned legs around you as you vent out all of your frustrations on her, fingers leaving scratches all over your shoulders and back as she holds on to you for dear life while you piston your hips at an unrelenting pace. 

You then bury your face on the crook of her neck as you roughly knead her breasts, continuing to stuff her full of your cock. “You like that, huh? Is this what you wanted?” For the first time tonight she’s the one rendered speechless, only giving you a curt nod as her guttural moans go straight into your ears. But you’re not exactly giving her the opportunity to talk, your thrusts only becoming more hurried and desperate as you trail your lips down to her left nipple and begin to suck on it harshly.

“Shit! Shit! Keep sucking on my tits please….”

You can feel her walls tighten around you as a response, such a simple action leading her that much closer to her orgasm. Her desperate cries of pleasure only increase in volume as you switch your target to her right nipple, sucking on it just as harshly while your fingers sneak in between where your crotches meet to rub on her clit. Meanwhile her own fingers are either clutching the bedsheets tightly or leaving more scratch marks all over your back, the continuous loud moaning of your name is the only sound that can be heard aside from the lewd sound of your cock giving her the pounding that she wanted. “That’s right, shout my name. Let everyone know just how much Ahn Yujin likes this dick deep inside her pussy.”

And as if it’s only the two of you in the dorms, she does exactly that. After a particularly hard thrust, she arches her back off the bed, her saliva-drenched breasts pressing against your chest as she experiences a strong orgasm. She squirts so violently that it forces your length out of her pussy, leaving her inner thighs a drenched mess very much like her silk bedsheets underneath. At this point, you two are both soaking in sweat but that just makes Yujin look even more ethereal. Her tanned skin glowing beautifully as you give her a passionate kiss while she comes down from her orgasm. 

“Fuck–” Yujin pants heavily, laughing at the mess she made. “You never fail to make me cum hard. You should stick around more.” She wipes the excess drool on her lips with the back of her hand, taking a couple more deep breaths as she slowly calms down from her high. You brush loose strands of her hair aside, diving in once again to capture those lips as your other arm rests on the mattress to make sure not to crush her with your weight.

After the brief makeout session, she then lightly pushes herself off of you and returns to her original position twenty minutes ago: legs spread wide open as she sits near the top of her bed—this time she looks more messy with her disheveled hair, bruised lips, and her pussy still dripping with her juices. 

“Now it’s your turn to cum, oppa. Take me how you want.”

That is all that you needed to hear from her as you gave her a quick kiss before grabbing her by  the waist and flipping her over on her stomach, causing her to squeal. Take this moment to appreciate her curves, her wide hips, that ass that never fails to make you hard when you watch her perform. And to think that this is only for you to see still blows your mind to this day.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me already!”

Right. It’s time for you to fill her up and considering how intense this night has gotten, it will certainly not take you long to reach your own climactic end. You proceed to grab her wide hips with one hand while guiding your cock–still drenched with her juices–inside her waiting pussy. Soon, she’s moaning your name again as you quickly settle into a nice and steady pace. Her buttcheeks jiggling with every thrust is a sight that you will never get tired of. But there’s no better feeling than having her tight body pressed against yours so you grab onto her shoulders with one hand to pull her in an upright position, using your other free hand to fondle her breasts as you resume your pounding.

The lewd position allows you to leave kisses on her neck as she reaches behind her to wrap an arm around you. Her alluring scent only drives you crazy as you continue to slam yourself into her pussy, her orgasm making it easy for your length to slide in and out. It didn’t take that long for you to near your end, to explode into a supernova of pleasure that can only be provided by the woman writhing underneath—you could only handle so much pleasure and you received plenty of it tonight.

“Shit! I’m so fucking close, Yujinnie.” 

Hearing this, Yujin begins to bounce on your length with authority—her buttcheeks continuing to jiggle as the air in the room begins to grow hotter. “Fill me please! I want that thick cum inside me.” She then pulls you in for another deep, passionate kiss while she works hard to help you with your impending orgasm. “I want it flowing out of my pussy, I want it dripping down my thighs—”

“FUCK!”

It only takes her dirty words for you to reach your peak, vision going white as you begin to shoot ribbons upon ribbons of thick semen inside her tight, velvety walls—seemingly trying to milk your balls out of all the cum it has. Your cock throbs violently as you fill her to the brim much like she begged you to. You can’t count how many shots of semen you’ve left inside her but you know it’s enough as it immediately begins to drip out of her freshly fucked pussy the moment you pull out. You crash beside her right on the bed and you think that your night ends here but Yujin seems to have an infinite reserve of energy as she stands up from the bed just mere minutes later, your heavy load staining her thick thighs beautifully. She takes this moment to fix her hair once again for a few moments before reaching a hand out to you:

“Round three in the shower?”

Moth to a Flame

IVE Wonyoung x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut)

A/N 1: Welcome to another episode of Chunk goes monkey brain. Credit goes to @kaedespicelatte as always for beta reading

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From: Vicky Jang

“She told me she just got on the plane, daddy. You know what to do.”

You should’ve known that she had something up her sleeve as soon as your girlfriend left for Japan. You should’ve known how opportunistic she is and yet you find yourself driving to her apartment as quickly as possible once again like you don’t already have a significant other that loves you very, very, very much. It should have raised red flags when you didn’t receive any messages from her the week leading up to your girlfriend’s departure. It was foolish from you to think that maybe, just maybe, she finally realized just how extremely messed up the situation is. You should’ve known better, you should be better. But it really doesn’t matter now because it was pathetic how quickly you dressed up as soon as you received that text from her. You couldn’t even wait until your girlfriend has completely left the country and you’re already dying to dick down her best friend out of all people. 

It’s infuriating how addicted you are to Jang Wonyoung. It’s infuriating how she can manipulate you. It’s infuriating how easily she can gaslight you. It’s infuriating how you are willingly giving in to all of it. And what makes all of the above worse is that she’s not even your girlfriend to begin with. No, she’s just your girlfriend’s beloved best friend that somehow crept her way into your life like some sort of parasite waiting for a vulnerable host. And you were vulnerable in more ways than one because it only took one session of drinking before she was able to seduce you and you’ve been falling prey constantly ever since. It didn’t help that you’ve already developed some sort of attraction with her that you tried so hard to hide deep inside you because of your “morals” but it’s almost disgusting to even bring out such a word at this point. Knock on the door in a specific pattern that only you two know and you’re met with a surprise that far exceeds your expectations.

“Wonyo—“

Only one foot inside and you already find your body meshed with hers, lips doing the same as you haphazardly close the door behind while you attempt to weather the storm that is Jang Wonyoung. It’s all too overwhelming and yet you should be familiar with it now; one second you find yourself engaging in an awkward dance in the middle of her spacious living room and then another finds you blindly crashing on top of her sofa (be careful not to land on her pillows again or she might actually kill you this time). An outsider might think that this is all just one giant mess but everything is carefully orchestrated; Wonyoung is one for establishing routines and sex is no different matter. Her slender fingers make quick work of your hoodie, hurling it god knows where and leaving you awkwardly in a white tank top that you wore in a rush. You hope she would look past it and she fortunately does, more so because it gives her an even better opportunity to ogle at your biceps than she usually would and such a sight turns her on immensely (though that’s something she won’t ever admit to you).

“Hmm. I’ve missed you so much, daddy.”

You hate it.

You hate how one word can bring the most primal and sinful desires out of you, the way she utters it with such conviction and vigor devolving you into a shell of your former self (which doesn’t say that much considering you’re so willingly giving in to what she wants). You hate how her perfume lures you every single time, notes of red berries and datura flowers driving you further and further into the edge of your sanity. You hate how those lips intoxicate you much faster than any alcoholic concoction could; their taste and texture rivaled by none—soft, plump, and with a hint of the peach-flavored lip balm she always uses. You hate how amazing her body feels against yours, tight, slim, curvy and oh-so-delectable in all of the right places. You hate how just one measly text from her brings you right into her apartment every single time. You hate how you always promise to yourself that this shouldn’t happen ever again and yet you find yourself itching to fuck her right at this very moment. You hate how easily you forget the fact that she’s not your girlfriend—or even worse, you hate the fact that she’s not your girlfriend.

“Wony, I told you not to say that.” It’s a feeble attempt in trying to look and sound intimidating when she already knows you too well—even better than your own girlfriend, unfortunately. It’s almost pathetic hearing her laugh in response, her teeth sinking into her bruised lower lips to prevent herself from destroying your ego even further though the sight just makes her that much tempting to your eyes. She knows how much power she holds over you, an irony considering her position in this power dynamic you two have going on; and yet it’s a position she’ll gladly relegate from if it means getting fucked until she can’t walk the following morning. But she’s too nice of a girl to push you to your limits and she doesn’t want her dick appointment to be ruined so she pulls you for another kiss to subdue your feigned anger. It’s embarrassing how quickly your anger is quelled the more she swirls her tongue around yours, the more amorous sounds that emit from those lips of hers, the lower her hand travels starting from your well-defined abs down to the raging tent forming on your gray sweatpants.

“Or what, daddy?” 

It’s downright poisonous, the way her eyes dare you to do something, anything and yet you’re like a deer in the headlights. Those damn alluring eyes. This isn’t anything out of the ordinary either, it’s common knowledge that you’re too much of a coward to actually confront her about the usage of that particular term of endearment (See, the truth is that you actually love the fuck out of being called “daddy”, but why boost her inflated ego even further by telling her? Keep acting like you hate it and she’ll continue to tease you for it). Thankfully, there’s still a small part of you that is completely aware of just how wrong all of this is—and this small remnant of humanity in you wants to inform her of such unjustness. To inform her that you have a girlfriend who you have a loving relationship with, that you should be in your shared apartment and FaceTiming her because she’s bored out of her mind in that hotel room, that all you should be worrying about right now is how to make sure her dog doesn’t leave a mess all over the place. Isn’t it your anniversary in a few weeks?

“I can’t.” Of course you can’t. It’s a “grass is green and the sky is blue” situation. Any response other than that would freeze hell over (not that you aren’t there already). Was it worth trying? Perhaps. But all it does is make Wonyoung even more impatient—and you should know out of all people just how incredibly difficult it is to deal with an extremely horny and needy princess. This brief moment of vulnerability enables her to flip your positions, straddling your lap. Groan as the underside of her shorts make contact with your clothed length and the sensation almost sends you into a frenzy. A proud smile paints her features—it’s another battle won for her and you didn’t even put up a fight. Maybe you should stop trying at this point, you’d rather paint her face with your cum anyways. That will surely look better on her than the loads of makeup she spends hundreds of dollars on.

“That’s what I thought. Now take these clothes off of me— and wait! Don’t rip them, okay? I’ll cut your dick off if I have to throw away another expensive top.”

“You’ll have nothing to fuck then. And if I recall, none of your toys can make you scream as loud as I do. I don’t think you want that to happen. Right, Miss Jang?” Checkmate.

“Hmph, shut up!”

Before either of you could retort, you sit up to meet her at face level. Take this moment to appreciate just how gorgeous she is, a face truly sculpted by the gods and made to be ruined. Starstruck couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt when Yujin introduced her to you, it was like looking at a Michelangelo piece come to life. Except she’s actually real and you’re about to spend another night finding out just how perfect she is, no need to snoop around in a museum somewhere in Europe. Brush loose strands of her hair aside and grab her by the waist, pulling her into a kiss that is gentler and softer than the first two. It’s captivating, alluring, and addicting. It’s a feeling you don’t quite achieve even in your hottest sessions with your girlfriend and deep down, that’s probably what kills you the most. “You’re so gorgeous, Wony.” 

“Save the compliments for later, I want you to fuck me hard right now, daddy.” Before you could even do the honors, she’s already pulling her top over her head and you do the same to yours. Wonyoung moans as your lips latch on to her neck; kissing, licking, and biting as you give her hickeys but you’re careful not to leave any darker ones or you’ll be out of here in a flash. It’s so sinful the way she moans your name, and it fills you with elation knowing that you’re the only one out of eight billion people on this planet that is capable of such a feat. It sends more blood rushing to your groin and you can’t wait to just ruin her. Your hands aren’t idle however, roaming her smooth back as you search for the clasps of her lace bra before throwing it with the same force as she did with your hoodie.

She’s definitely not as big as Yujin but her breasts are perky, taut, and just the right size to fit in the palm of your hands. You’ve grown to love them over time and you wouldn’t have it any other way. They look perfect in your hands and even better once you have your lips wrapped around them. Trail your kisses down to her collarbones, continuing to leave marks while you fondle her tits. It only makes her moan louder and you bring your lips to hers to silence her—you two have already received a noise complaint and you don’t want her to get kicked out (it’s definitely not purely because you want to kiss her again). But it’s useless once you do end up sucking on her tits, careful not to overstimulate her while your tongue twists around her areolas and your lips latch on to the soft flesh.

You would gladly stay like this until the end of time but of course the night couldn’t end like this because before you knew it, she already had a firm grip on the waistband of your sweatpants. Regretfully lift your face off her tits and she gives you a look that could only scream “fuck me already.” And what Wonyoung wants, Wonyoung gets. She removes herself off your lap and pulls the obstructing fabric down in one swift motion, immediately exposing your fully-erect cock to the cold air of her apartment. She almost drools at the sight, but she doesn’t want you to boost your ego either so she could only cover her hand to prevent you from hearing any sounds of arousal. But it really doesn’t matter because at the end of this night, you’ll have her screaming for your dick as if her life depended on it.

“Commando? Seriously? And yet here you were acting like you didn’t want to do this?” She tries hard not to give any further reaction and yet, her eyes can only look at its size and girth in awe. The sheer attention she gives to it almost makes you want to pull up your sweatpants again because of how much precum is dribbling out due to arousal. Completely remove your sweatpants and it joins the scattered pieces of clothing in her living room. Now you’re completely naked; and as much as you don’t want to think about it, not even Yujin gets the privilege of seeing you in such a state regularly (go ahead, keep thinking about your girlfriend and that would make it two women you’ll disappoint tonight). Just focus on Wonyoung, you already made it all the way to this point so you might as well see through it.

Make her straddle your lap again, this time working on unbuttoning her shorts and taking off her matching lace panties that are absolutely drenched. You would tease her for this but given the mutual overflowing lust for each other, you decide to save that for a later time. Now both of you are fully naked and given how wet she is, it makes the task of sliding her down your length much easier. Though it doesn’t say much considering how tight she is, even tighter than Yujin, despite the handful of times you’ve had sex with her already. You almost groan in pain as her nails dig deep on the skin of your back while your cock digs deep inside her warm and suffocating pussy. She screams, the sound reverberating throughout her studio apartment and given how thin the walls are, you two are about to give her neighbors a show tonight.

“So fucking tight, Wony. So. Fucking. Tight.” You hiss and grit your teeth as you fill her more and more, stretching her out with every inch inserted inside her. It takes a few more seconds before you can finally impale her, your tip reaching her cervix and then completely pulling out—audible whines from Wonyoung as she grabs your cock from underneath and forces you back into her. She’s so damn needy. But you would be lying if you said you aren’t either because you grip her ass needily as you begin to stroke upwards, immediately sending shockwaves throughout her slim body as she falls slump on your chest. Her slick thankfully aids in helping you maneuver or you’ll have to use some lube (something you’ve only had to do when she asked to do anal once and you’ve been dying to try it again).

“God—ah—f-fuck, daddy. You’re stretching me out so well.” Hot and heavy breaths send goosebumps all over your body as she buries her face on the crook of your neck, completely pressing her warm body against yours (you actually wanted to kiss her again but you’d gladly feel every inch of her perfect body as an alternative) and god, does she feel so fucking amazing. The way her thighs crash against yours, the thunderous slapping of skin on skin mixing with the faint noise of the heater turning on in the background, her moans flowing directly into your ears—it’s all too much to handle and as much as you hate to admit it, the fact that she’s not even yours to begin with is what truly sends you spiraling into a world of bliss. You’ve already fucked up anyways, might as well indulge to the fullest before judgement day comes.

And indulge you do because soon enough, you’re moaning and groaning much like she does—only at a lower tone as if a conductor is telling you to harmonize with her. But eventually, it gets drowned out by the continuous slapping of your hips to her thighs, creating a vociferous squelching noise that only increases in volume and confirms just how wet and aroused she is. Look down and the juices flowing down her thighs adds further evidence as it stains your crotch with her precious honey as well—such a delectable treat shouldn’t be wasted and should be lapped up instead. Fortunately you have the weekend all to yourselves so you can eat her out all day tomorrow if you want.

“H-Heh. You’re really enjoying this aren’t you, daddy?” Wonyoung lifts up her face to look at you for the first time in a while and she looks so beautiful, breathtaking, and absolutely fucked. Tears have begun to well under her eyes and yet somehow her mascara is still intact, guess it was money well spent after all. “I bet Yujin unnie can’t fuck you this good, huh? I wonder what she would be saying right now once she finds out that her best friend loves getting dicked down by her man, hmm?” It should make you angry, it definitely has to make you angry. But every sexual encounter with her has stripped you of any sense of dignity and honor. And at this point, you don’t give a damn about anything else other than giving in to your desires.

“Shut the fuck up, Wony.” You have no response either, so you just grab on the sides of her face and pull her into another kiss. “Just shut the fuck up and take this dick like the cumslut you are.” Fuck it. You go back to the hickeys you’ve made earlier and turn them to an even darker shade of red, making it near impossible to hide the sinful events that took place tonight. No worries, it’s not like you two are planning to leave this house for the next two days anyways. You want to make sure that you’ve fucked her in every single corner and in every position manageable. You don’t see it but a smirk appeared on her face. She got you worked up again like she wanted and it caused you to be even more aggressive just like how she wanted. You really are just a moth to her flame, how pathetic.

“Of course, where else would I want your cum? Turn me into your breeding bunny, daddy.” A sultry whisper to your ear and it unlocks an even more primal side from you. Plant your feet on the couch and you begin to fuck her with reckless abandon like the wild animal you are. Wrap her long legs around your waist and lift yourselves off the couch, a position that almost makes your knees give out. But your leg muscles are there for a reason as you grab on the back of her thighs and pound her relentlessly. It’s raw, it’s hot, and it’s so fucking passionate. The way her sweaty body would lift high up in the air before gravity brings it right back to your cock, the way she clings on to you for dear life, the way she tries to kiss you despite it being an almost impossible task. The air grows increasingly hot signaling your impending orgasm.

“I-I can’t hold on much longer—ah, shit. I can’t hold on much longer, fuck.” Thank goodness her floor isn’t made out of carpet because her slick starts to seep out of her pussy with every deep thrust. Usually she would respond with a one-liner but she’s so deep into her own world of ecstasy that all she could do is cry and wail as your spearing length continues to drive home into her cervix. You can’t talk that much more either because the familiar, bubbling sensation in your stomach only grows with each thrust. And the way she clings on to you for dear life, screaming to the world how good your cock is only serves to expedite and intensify your eventual undoing. It only leads you closer to completely unraveling like she intends you to, like how you’re supposed to.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkk! I’m gonna fucking cum inside you, Wony. Gonna cum and fill that tight pussy.” 

“Don’t fucking stop, daddy, I-I’m gonna cum as well. Please—“

“FUCK!”

With one final deep and unrelenting thrust, you completely explode. It’s a shout that’s definitely justifiable enough to cause your eviction, even more so as she joins you in your peak. It’s a sensation that’s overwhelming and numbing at once. Your vision is filled with white. You can feel your ears ringing, legs completely giving out as you crash back down on the couch. An out-of-body experience that only happens with her leading you to become breathless and scrambling for air. You won’t stop cumming, can’t stop cumming as ropes upon ropes of semen continue to unload inside her, every jolt of your hips make sure to shoot your cum deep and fill her walls white. It fills you to and over the brim with bliss, a feeling that you want to chase over and over again. It’s addicting, it’s mind blowing, and it leaves your balls completely drained inside her. So much so that your cum immediately starts dripping out of her fucked pussy as soon as the last spurts have been left inside her, an erotic sight that you will never get tired of. 

A few minutes past before the tremors completely stop and you engage in a mindless makeout session with her to help you two calm down. Brush loose strands of disheveled hair aside as you can gradually feel her breathing return to normal, wrap your arms around her waist possessively and she squeals due to her heightened sensitivity. “You filled me up so well daddy, fuck…..” Wonyoung takes a finger and swipes at a streak of cum that drizzled out of her and brings it to her mouth as if it was spilled ice cream, her facial expression indiscernible. “Yum! Next time I want it all in my mouth, m’kay?”

“God, you’re insatiable.”

She gives you a kiss, then she starts grinding her hips again. “Only for you, daddy.” 

Grant Your Wish

 LE SSERAFIM Chaewon x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | needy!Chaewon

A/N 1: Finally got the chance to write my iz*one/le sserafim bias. Thank you @kaedespicelatte as always for proofreading and beta reading, this is dedicated to you and all of my fellow chaewon simps.

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“Manager-nim, don’t miss us too much okay? You still have Chaewon unnie to accompany you. Mwah!”

Before you could even respond, the rambunctious blonde blows you a kiss and already has one foot out the door with her luggage while the rest of the members follow her with their own. It’s only unfortunate that you couldn’t come with them knowing that they’re going to Jeju Island and a vacation is definitely what you need after a stressful past few months—you’ve also heard just how good the seafood is over there and you definitely wanted to try it yourself. But at least the girls get a well-deserved break, they truly have been working their tails off for their fans and it’s nice to see them get rewarded for it.

Work for you, however, continues as you’ve been assigned as Chaewon’s personal manager for the meantime—a two-week arrangement that certainly doesn’t bode well for you considering that you have such a huge crush on the group’s leader, her unreal visuals combined with her angelic vocals causing you to fall in love with her hard. You should be ecstatic that you’d get to spend plenty of alone time with her as a result but she’s the member that you interact with the least, focusing most of your time managing Yunjin instead. Plus, you don’t exactly have the confidence to just strike up a conversation so casually with her.

The challenge starts as soon as the members bid you farewell and the door is shut, leaving you on your own in this oasis known as their dorm. You’ve only stepped foot here once or twice (ten times if you count all of the instances that you’ve had to personally carry a drunk Yunjin home) and it only hits you now just how stunning the place is, the company clearly invested heavily on the group. The living room is as big as your studio apartment and filled with furniture that you know you’ll never be able to afford while the kitchen is filled with top-of-the-line appliances that chefs could only dream of. 

Sit on the couch and feel just how soft the fabric is, perfect to sleep on—you didn’t even need to bring your sleeping bag. But you didn’t want to move around too much, this is still their personal space and you are just a guest. A male guest, more specifically, and considering that they’re a girl group, they probably don’t have guys over their dorm that much (except for that one time Yunjin brought some random dude she met at a bar and you went to great lengths to make sure she didn’t get exposed). But you don’t know what else to do, Chaewon is probably sleeping in her room and management specified for you to never leave her side for “security purposes.” Since when does a grown person need babysitting? And why did she choose not to tag along with the rest of the girls?

But orders are orders, plus you’re getting paid to basically do nothing so you can’t exactly complain. Thankfully you brought your laptop with you so you can get some work done and watch some Netflix to pass time so these next two weeks should be a breeze, right? Maybe Chaewon will only leave her room for meals, maybe you won’t have any heart-racing interactions with her that will cause you to inevitably stutter and start fanboying like an idiot, maybe everything will go smo–

“Hey, manager-nim.”

A familiar soft, yet piercing voice breaks your train of thought and the aforementioned woman emerges from her bedroom looking oh-so-adorable in an oversized white shirt—the sight alone already has you malfunctioning internally. Fuck, she looks so cute. Even more so when she flashes you a smile and a wave as she walks over towards the couches and sits next to you. Your palms are starting to perspire and your heart is beating so quickly you might as well have just ran an entire marathon. You’ve already lost your composure and just like that, your plans are thrown out the window.

“H-Hey.”

Great. Now you can’t even utter such a simple word. It must be so obvious just how much you’re freaking out because she laughs hard and the way her eyes form crescents stirs butterflies in your stomach—or maybe that’s just hunger from not eating breakfast due to how much you were dreading this day. 

“Yah, why are you so nervous? It’s not like I bite or anything.”

“R-Right, sorry.” A sheepish smile. How are you supposed to tell her how infatuated you are with her and how such a simple task as striking up a conversation is harder than all of the exams you took in high school?

“Come on! We’ve known each other for over a year now, and yet you still act like I’m a stranger?”

Right. You still couldn’t believe your eyes when she walked through the doors of the company, you only heard the rumors swirling around but you refused to believe any of it; more so when you were told that you were going to manage her group. When that fateful day finally came, it was like your birthday and Christmas combined into one. Forget studying to be a doctor or an engineer, you consider becoming a manager of her group an achievement that can’t be matched by anything.

“And we’re even the same age! That’s pretty insulting to a woman, you know.” A fine woman, at that

You try to come up with something, anything but you’re scrambling like a deer in the headlights and your vocabulary has been reduced to only saying: “I-I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be hurt if you keep apologizing.” She playfully pouts, though you can see how there’s some truth to the words she’s saying and it’s enough to finally get you to your senses. She’s right. You’re a professional and it’s time to act as such; this is just a work assignment and nothing else. So what if you have a painfully huge crush on her?

With that renewed mindset, you straighten your posture and begin to relax though giving her a direct look in those captivating eyes still manages to fluster you—but given how absolutely stunning she is, who wouldn’t be? “Fine. No more apologies, okay? I’ll do better from now on.”

“There you go. It’s just gonna be the two of us for some time, so lighten up!” You miss the way her cheeks redden at her own statement because you’re too caught up at the thoughts that came up in your head at such implications.

Fortunately, everything was peaceful after that. Chaewon wanted to catch up on some movies and that’s exactly what she did, not before begging you to go to the convenience store with her to buy some snacks. For once, it felt nice not losing your mind every time you were in close proximity with her. You don’t miss the way she would sneakily initiate skinship by either casually brushing her hand against yours and leaning ever so closely but you ignore it.

It was only inevitable that she’d be tired after the third movie; you were surprised that she even managed to stay awake for so long because you were definitely drifting in and out of sleep after the second one—you still haven’t fixed your sleep schedule after all. It was already pretty dark outside and knowing Chaewon, her schedule is probably just as broken as yours. As the credits rolled, you yawned which caused her to do the same—fatigue settling in after such a long movie marathon.

“Looks like you didn’t get to watch any movies during promotion, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m using up all of the opportunities now to do so.” She grabs a pillow and places it on her lap, a pout forming on her lips once again at the thought. “We’re gonna be busy next year preparing for our world tour so I won’t have any time again.”

“I can only imagine, being a leader must be stressful and time-consuming so I’m glad you’re getting some time off.” You really are, which is why it baffles you even more that she decided to stay here in Seoul instead of going out on vacation with the rest of the members.

“Of course! You should know just how chaotic the rest of the girls are but I love them so I’m completely okay with it.” 

But as they say, curiosity kills the cat and you wouldn’t be able to stay put without ever finding out the reason. “By the way, why did you decide to stay home?” And you almost immediately regret asking her the question because of the smirk on her face.

“So I can do this.”

In a flash you feel Chaewon’s soft pair of lips mash with yours as she straddles your lap, allowing you to taste her strawberry lip balm. It only takes a quick second to realize that she’s not wearing any shorts underneath her shirt as you can feel a growing wetness on your crotch. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her waist while her hands creep up underneath your shirt. It also only takes you a quick second to realize that none of this should be happening, though the growing bulge on your pants completely says otherwise.

You use your last ounce of professionalism to pull away from the liplock, every passing second withering it away. “C-Chaewon, wait!”

“I want you, manager-nim.” Her response is quick and firm, but even if she didn’t tell you anything you can see the burning passion in her eyes. She doesn’t let you respond as she engages into another kiss, this time it’s much more desperate and lustful as she swirls her tongue around yours. Feel her whimper and moan as she presses her body against yours—she must not be wearing any bra either because you can also feel her soft breasts through the cloth.

But this can’t happen; you’re a manager and she’s an idol—getting caught under such circumstances is almost certainly a death sentence in this harsh industry. If she doesn’t give you the opportunity to talk then you’ll have to do it yourself. You pull away from the kiss once again, though your male instincts wants to keep going. And just the thought of her choosing not to be with her members for this is causing your brain to go haywire. “Wait! We can’t do this!”

“Why not? No one is here.” Chaewon shrugs as if that was the overarching problem about this entire ordeal, her hands rest on your chest as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes captivate you once again and seeing them up close is much better than any fancams or pictures taken by her dedicated fansites. You almost get lost in the vast ocean of her beautiful eyes but you try to remain firm. 

“That’s not the point!”

“And the point is what, exactly? Does it say in your contract that you can’t have sex with the talent, manager-nim?” She then grabs the hem of her oversized shirt and begins to pull it upwards gently, exposing more of her lovely thighs and her white laced panties. A soft moan from her as she can feel your length throb underneath her and she knows that she’s oh-so-close to convincing you.

You want to look away, you have to look away. As much as your dick is loving what is currently happening, you know what the consequences of engaging in such an act would be. But it’s hard to make a logical decision when all you can feel is her crotch grinding against your bulge as she slowly and painfully continues to pull her shirt upwards, revealing her tight tummy.

Unfortunately you can’t look away as her intense aura glues your eyes towards her heavenly body as she eventually reveals it to you, throwing the shirt somewhere in the living room. Your cock can’t stop twitching at the sight: small but perky breasts, well-defined abs, and shoulders so beautiful that you just want to leave hickeys all over them. Her body is even more perfect than you imagined and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t have a wet dream (or two) about her. She smirks seeing you drool at her half-naked body and the alluring lip bite that she gives you is the nail in the coffin.

Fuck it, might as well grant her wish right? “N-No.”

“Exactly. It’s only a problem if you make it, manager-nim. No one has to know about this.” She urges you to take off your shirt and that piece of clothing is quickly discarded as she mashes her lips with yours, the lack of clothing making this liplock more intimate as you allow your hands to wander around her tanned skin, tracing her curves and every single defined muscle obtained from hours of dance practice. At this point you have conceded to her, the explosion of pleasure you’re currently receiving is too good and Chaewon is too resistible. “Plus, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Move your lips down towards her jawline and neck, leaving chaste kisses but careful not to leave a mark. The sultry and lewd moans she releases in your ear sends blood rushing through your length and you can feel more precum dripping out that your boxers are starting to become sticky. Meanwhile your hands continue to wander around her body, finding a resting place on her buttcheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze which emits a louder moan from her.

“Y-Yes, manager-nim…”

Leave more kisses down to her clavicles before your pair of lips latch on to her breasts, sucking and licking her left nipple while your free hand massages the other. She continues to moan desperately and the sound of your name leaving her lips in such a lustful manner is only causing your control to slip away every moment. You want to continue pleasuring her so you do the same to her right nipple, making sure that it receives an equal amount of pleasure. And you would gladly suckle on her breasts for hours but the growing patch of wetness on her panties is hard to ignore. Plus, you’re going to lose your mind if you have to spend another minute with your pants on.

Catch your breath as the session temporarily ends and she does the same, using it as an opportunity to remove herself off of your lap to take off her panties which reveals her pussy already glistening with her juices dripping down her meaty thighs—it’s starting to get painful just how erect your cock is at the moment and it’s obvious with the massive tent it’s pitching on your shorts. Thankfully she gives you a look urging you to remove your undergarments as well and you do exactly just that, your cock springing out of its prison and dripping with so much precum.

Now you are both completely naked but before you can truly appreciate the sight in front of you, Chaewon immediately lunges towards you again. You’d think a girl like her would be interested in some form of roleplay but she’s clearly needy as she straddles your lap and angles her hips so that her pussy sinks directly into your dick. It’s hard to concentrate on multiple things at once because she’s also continuing her assault to your lips, biting and licking your lower lip as she slowly engulfs your length in her pussy.

“A-Ah fuck! So–so fucking big!”

She’s so tight, much more than you expected due to her light body frame and you know it’s going to take a while for her to get used to it. The way she clenches on your length as she rides you leaves you a groaning and growling mess, much more so as her skin glistens due to sweat which makes her look even hotter in your eyes. You want to burn this image of Chaewon forever, your crush, pleasuring herself using your cock and how you’re continuing to leak precum which have probably stained her walls already.

As you bottom out, her nails clutch onto your shoulders tightly which will definitely leave marks but you don’t care about it right now. You wrap your arms around her waist to press her tight body against yours while you give her deep and passionate kisses, feeling her whimper in your mouth as she wraps her arms tightly around your neck. Due to how wet she is, you can hear squelching with every exit and entry of your cock and the sound only adds to the fire burning in your stomach.

“Fuck! Fuck! So fucking tight, Chae.”

And you’d gladly give her all the time in the world because just feeling her immaculate body on yours already makes this an experience that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Chaewon alternates between grinding on your hips and slowly lifting her hips off your dick before sinking herself back down and the position directs her moans and hot breaths right into your ear. 

It took a few minutes but eventually she started to gain rhythm, her movement starting to resemble more like bouncing as opposed to just grinding. This was the sign that you needed to begin thrusting upwards, matching the pace of her bounce with the thrust of your cock inside her tight walls. Such actions only made her cries of pleasure even louder and you’re truly thankful that it’s only the two of you in the dorms because the sound of flesh on flesh and your combined moans and groans complete the hottest and dirtiest symphony ever created in this living room. “Kiss me as well, manager-nim!”

Chaewon doesn’t need to tell you because her addictive lips are making you just want to dive into them and after a particularly hard thrust, you initiate sloppy, wet kisses. Her succulent lips are truly a joy to taste and the way they mold perfectly with yours is only serving to grow the familiar tension in your stomach. Another hard thrust causes her to ragdoll in your arms, unfortunately ending the makeout session as her breaths become more hurried, moans turning into cries as her sweaty skin glides smoothly along yours.

“Shit! Oh god I’m so damn close, manager-nim. P-Please just keep pounding me like that.”

You want to test just how high her vocal range is so you begin to shift your cock inside her until your tip hits a soft bundle of nerves that causes her to let out her loudest scream of the night—such vocal range is what makes her such a great singer but tonight she showcases it in a dirtier and sexier way. 

“Manager-nim! Manager-nim! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. FUCK!”

Chaewon bites into your shoulder hard as her walls squeeze you so tight that you almost end up finishing alongside her. She uncontrollably shivers as she rests her head on your shoulder, panting heavily while she recuperates from the intensity of her orgasm. The amount of fluid that gushes out of her pussy is enough to completely stain your thighs and the couch below, the squelching sound with every slow thrust you make only adds to the dirty symphony you two are creating. You want to give her time to rest and recover but only mere seconds after, she’s already nibbling and kissing your ears while you leave more kisses all over her sweaty neck.

“Bedroom, please.” A whisper to your ears and you were not going to be told twice. With ease, you lift the petite woman off the couch, causing her to wrap her limbs tightly around you. You bounce her on your length a few more times which causes more moans to reverberate throughout the living room as you make your way to her room.

You turn on the lights and gently place Chaewon on the bed and she spreads her legs immediately, showing off her inner thighs that are completely drenched by her squirt and her pussy that’s continuing to pulsate. “I want your cum to fill me, manager-nim. Come ravage my tight pussy.”  A seductive look, then another lip bite which completely unshackles every single piece of professionalism that you’ve ever had—as if you still had some after what just happened minutes ago.

“Fuck!”

You harshly grab onto her waist to bring her closer to you while you hover over, easily sliding your length back to her pussy in one motion. With arms resting on either side of her head, you lean forward to kiss her as you start thrusting at a frantic pace—you were desperate to chase your own orgasm after her and you were going to make sure to fill her up like she wanted. Chaewon understands this as well as she wraps her legs around your waist while you continue to piston your cock into her pussy. The harsh thrusts unfortunately makes it difficult for your lips to remain attached to hers so you settle for her neck instead, nibbling on the soft and delicate skin while her sultry moans only brings you closer and closer to your peak.

“I’m gonna fill you so fucking much, Chae. That’s what you wanted, right? You want me to breed you?” 

A hurried nod is the only response you get from her, those velvety walls of hers that’s already had an orgasm are beginning to tighten again much like the familiar tension building up in your stomach. It only takes a few more sporadic thrusts before you completely erupt inside of her with a loud groan, almost mirroring her screams of pleasure from earlier. You’ve left hickeys on her neck that will definitely have to be covered as you reach your peak. Shot after shot of your hot sperm fills up her walls to and over the brim, flowing out of her pussy while a second, smaller orgasm overcomes her in the aftermath. It didn’t take too long considering you were holding yourself back for her and perhaps that just made your orgasm stronger.

“Oh god Chaewon, fuck. Shit. That was fucking hot.”

When you pull out, more seeds flow out of her used pussy while you lay down on the bed besides her—you’re still mind blown by the fact that you just had sex with your crush, who also happens to be a member of the group you manage and the implications of what just happened will absolutely hit you like a truck tomorrow morning. But you couldn’t care less at the moment as Chaewon gives you a tired smile, leaving one more kiss on your lips before the intense session instantly takes her to dreamland.

As if on cue, your phone’s notifications immediately start blowing up which almost makes you jump off the bed—who could be messaging you at this very hour? Carefully, you make your way back to the living room to grab your clothes and the device that’s continuing to make noise. Chaewon is already sleeping and the last thing you’d want to do is wake her up so you silence your phone only to be left surprised by the messages.

From: Yunjin

“Hi oppa! Did you like my new year’s gift? Hope you didn’t break her.”

What the fuck?

“You must be shocked, right? Don’t act like I didn’t see you drooling over unnie’s fancams~”

No way…

“I hope you used the condom I slipped in your pocket~”

You quickly grab your pants and fish through your back pockets and sure enough, the aluminum foil-wrapped piece of contraption is there. When did she…?

“Aigoo~ Sounds like you didn’t but it’s fine.”

You’re already panicking but her next message leaves you shell-shocked.

“Because you can use it on me when I get back.”