Jam and Butterfly.

genre: smut, handjob, slight b(dsm), mommy kink, landlady! chaeng.

♪: “Jam and butterfly, feelin’ sweet inside. Caramello high when I take a bite of ya!”

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“Yah, Hwang. What do you want for breakfast?” my landlady casually asked while checking the refrigerator. I took a seat on our couch in the living room, plopping down with my towel wrapped around my lower half, and I was in the mood to sing random shit because I just got out of the shower.

To my surprise, as I was drying my hair in front of the fan, Chaeyoung threw a bun of bread. I looked at her and saw that she had her left eyebrow raised and gave a somewhat indistinguishable grin. But I only found her actions cute. I didn’t answer, I only tilted my head slightly to the side to show confusion as well as curiosity.

“You better pick that up and come here.” She pointed at me and made a motion signaling for me to go forward, wanting me to hurry up.

As I got near her, a sting on my arm made me wince in pain when Chaeyoung pinched me.

“What was that for?” I asked as I was rubbing the still stinging and now reddish area irritated by her tiny yet sharp fingernails.

“Young man, you haven’t paid rent.”

Haven’t paid? But I already did—

“A month, Mr. Hwang. You’ve been slacking for a month. You haven’t even bothered to at least give twenty percent of it!”

We were in a pretty unique situation. I wasn’t just her one and only tenant but also her housemate. However, it really magnified issues like this. I haven’t paid her yet? I swear I left it on the kitchen countertop a while ago. Fuck. I don’t know. I was too busy taking our midterm exams a week ago. Did it really slip my mind about my rent to her and my other fees?

“Ow!” I jolted instinctively from another sting. “What?! Why do you keep pinching me?!”

“How do you expect me to treat you well then, Hwang? You’re here taking cold showers and bopping to After School, while I need to fucking pay for our electricity; which spiked because of your ever-so-loud ass playing Valorant!”

She made a point. At least she didn’t catch me buying—

“And don’t you dare make an excuse that you took care of your school payments first. I know you just bought that new fucking Prime 2.0 bundle. Don’t play dumb with me, Hwang.”

Okay, nevermind. Totally forgot this woman plays games as much as I do. I begged her, practically on my hands and knees. “One more week please? Just this week! I’ll work late again at Danbam this Thursday, just pleeease. I’ll make sure to pay you back, you know me! Please, Chaeng?”

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“…Please, Chaeng?”

Fuck. This kid never failed to flip a switch on me.

When he pleaded with me to give him more time, slightly wet on the exposed half of his body, I wanted to touch every part of him. The sight of him walking or prancing around the house, clothed or halfway, filled me with thoughts of “I wanna dominate the shit out of him.”

I’ve always wanted to do something rough to him, kinkier than my usual routine. I haven’t been dating anyone for a long time, at least a year, never getting the chance to meet new people because everyone’s been inside to keep ourselves safe from a damned virus. As a result, I never got to go that far with experimenting sexually. Being stuck so long with my only tenant and childhood friend, Hwang Y/N, made my feelings spurt out for him. I never really expected to grow a liking for him—correction: obsession—for him.

Back in early 2020, he got to meet this girl, Minjeong or something, on some corny new dating app called æloveu. Thankfully, they broke up around winter time. As he opened up to me back then, it turned out that bitch two-timed my love with some American-Korean guy named Jaehyun? Or was it Johnny? Whatever J it was, I don’t fucking care. Though he was relationship-free, I needed to be very careful with him. Hwang, despite being 3 years younger than me, was smart as hell. Another reason why I wanted to fuck him so deeply. That man’s sweet and complex words just made my flower down there… bloom.

Payment? What payment? Ah, that. I already got it. The thought of my simple plan never failed to make me chuckle. I wanted to see my adorable cutie as a slutty, submissive mess. He wouldn’t dare to show nor admit that to me although I have heard him squirm multiple times to his ex when he brought her here. When he was so busy with his schoolwork while it was also time for his month’s due payment, I knew this was the moment to see how far I could take him.

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“Noona?”

“Mm…?” Chaeyoung couldn’t help but moan as Hwang called her in such an endearing honorific. Thank the heavens that she could easily hide it as a response of sorts. As he intensely stared at her blank face with wonder, Chaeyoung composed herself out of luscious dreamscapes and returned her attention to him.

“Can we talk this out in a few? I have to put clothes on first, I’ll be back quickly!” He turned but before he could walk to the bedroom, Chaeyoung ordered him.

“No,” she said in a monotonous manner.

The order stabbed him in the gut, but not painfully. For some reason, he felt excitement grow inside of him, that hot feeling in his stomach. It had also been a while for him to feel that way since his few months of heartbreak, as a dormant part in him suddenly sparked into fruition with the thought of getting commanded by a lady again.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t turned on earlier either when he got scolded and pinched by this petite and striking woman.

Chaeyoung saw the slowly growing shaft that poked from the damp towel covering his belowdecks. With that, she knew she desperately wanted him naked, right here and right now. He walked back near her slowly, getting more flustered with each step he took. He avoided eye contact after a soft and small hand grasped his own. He was too embarrassed to even look at her, even though nothing exactly had happened yet, because his imagination ran wild. The tension was so thick that it could probably be cut with just a plastic knife included in a McDonald’s meal.

Oh, how badly they both wanted to be touched already. He knew something was bound to happen. While he hoped that Chaeyoung would take charge and do whatever she wanted, at this moment, he was over the moon regardless.

As the teenager became clouded by thoughts of getting ruined, the lady oozing with a fragrance reminiscent of strawberries approached him and fiddled around his half-naked body with her fingers.

“You want to pay me back, right… love?” The endearing term gave the young man goosebumps and snapped him from his daydreams. He stared back at the lady just inches beneath his face.

“Y-Yes. I would l-love to pay you back, noona!” he responded, and Chaeyoung grasped Hwang’s chin to pull his face near hers.

“Drop the towel then,” she demanded in a quiet, whispering way, then let go of his face and pushed him lightly.

The towel fell on the floor when he obeyed without hesitation, exposing his naked body. His face was bright red, the blush spreading down his neck. Chaeyoung smiled as she took a good look at the boy she was obsessed with.

“And I can’t believe you have been hiding this ‘package’ from me all this time.” She came near him once again, sliding one hand down to his waist and the other very slowly dragged across his naked chest. He shuddered at the touch and it made blood flow faster into his already struggling dick.

Chaeyoung’s hands took a break from the naked man, only for them to remove the barely covering top she was wearing. He turned somehow redder at Chaeyoung’s now exposed perky tits. Inside his head were thoughts of how her once small breasts have seemingly grown larger as time passed since he first knew her. The warmth inside of him continued to grow at an almost embarrassing speed.

“Sit again on the couch.” He turned around and did as he was told, earning him the gift of Chaeyoung on his lap.

With her drastically being turned on as her still clothed pussy rubbed slightly on his erect cock, Chaeyoung pulled him closer by the waist and the chest. He could feel her needy cunt through the thin shorts that could barely be called clothing, dripping wet through them.

Hwang was getting awfully needy too by the minute and decided to roam around Chaeyoung’s silky frame. She lets his hands wander all over hers, one hand playing with her nipples while the other was caressing near her heat. His dick needed to burst as he was more than fully erect, but Chaeyoung has yet to really touch him there.

As if she could read his mind, Chaeyoung kissed and licked his neck while he rested his head on top of her shoulder. With time, she got more aggressive which was much to his liking. Instead of leaving soft kisses, she sucked and bit him, leaving red and purple marks everywhere she could reach, lending deeper meaning to the 'cub’ nickname he gave her as friends. He couldn’t help but to moan, because sure, it did hurt, but fuck, did it feel good. The whole room reeked of sex, turning them both on even more, and the hot mood together with Hwang’s hands touching her was like a wet dream come true.

“It hurts,” he slipped out, almost as a whiny moan. Chaeyoung had bit his neck a bit too hard, but she wouldn’t apologise. Instead, he could feel her lips change into a smirk against his neck.

“You liked it anyway.” Her voice sounded deeper than usual, it felt like it was almost vibrating through his whole body. It made him feel weak, losing all strength he had left.

Her childhood friend and tenant was now an openly submissive person she could obsess over without guilt. Chaeyoung pinched his arm like earlier, listening for his moans. The curt pain turned him on even more, if that was possible.

“Promise to tell me if you really want me to stop,” she whispered along his ear and he got the hunch that a lot more was about to happen.

He only nodded eagerly. What was she waiting for? He needed her to hurry because he was about to lose his mind. If only Chaeyoung would touch his cock. “Touch me, noona.”

“I am touching you, dumbass.” She pinched him once again, but now on his nipples.

“My cock…Please touch my cock.” He moaned. Did he really have to say it out loud? Much to his surprise, Chaeyoung totally ignored what he asked for. One of her hands slowly traveled to his throat, only grazing it as a warning. She put his mouth as close as possible to his ear, her breath melting him away.

“Call me mommy, Hwang,” she whispered. His heart raced, his face together with his neck and ears turned redder than a tomato. Did he really hear that correctly?

“M-Mommy…” He couldn’t believe what he was saying, but right now it didn’t matter. Whatever it took for him to get his cock touched, he would do it.

“Yes, love?”

“Please touch my cock…mommy.” He was incredibly embarrassed, trying to turn his head away from his friend who was playing with him like he was some fucktoy. It was not what Chaeyoung wanted. To signal him, she carefully tightened her grip on his neck.

“If you want something, you have to beg for it like a good boy.” He was getting incredibly impatient, and he had already asked several times for him to get touched where he wanted, but Chaeyoung didn’t listen to him. Begging for it? How pathetic, how low, submissive and slutty…how incredibly hot.

“Please mommy, touch my cock already! Use it however you want! I’m yours! I really need you…please mommy….” His voice got louder as he got hornier because he really needed this now, even if he had to beg for it. With a pleased smile on Chaeyoung’s lips, she removed her hand completely from the other one’s throat. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Good boy,” she whispered.

Finally, she did as he had asked. She softly took his cock in one of her hands while the other one was occupied with caressing his chest. She slowly moved her hand up and down, causing him to moan louder than he had ever done. This was a simple handjob. He was embarrassed, getting so incredibly horny and loud just because of this, so he closed his eyes, focusing on his pleasure.

“You’re so cute like this.” Chaeyoung gave an iconic smile that has been embedded to the young boy ever since they were little, while moving her hand more and more to study his body. His thighs shook, his cock dripped with pre-cum, and his nipples were hard and red from all the touching. His whole body was red, now that she thought about it, how beautiful.

Chaeyoung had imagined many times how he would react to this, but this was far better than any of the scenarios she had ever thought about.

“I’m cl-close, mmh, nnn, noona.” He seemed to have trouble speaking due to the moaning and intense breathing, not that Chaeyoung minded, of course. However, she needed to hear something else. Echoing throughout the room was a slap to Hwang’s face brought by Chaeyoung’s free hand.

“What was that, Hwang?! What did I tell you to call me?!” Her voice raised in slight anger and need, as she wanted to squeeze another term from the young man who neared his orgasm.

“I…I-I’m so close, mommy!”

“Already, you slut?” Hearing what she needed and wanted, she spoke in an amused tone trying to catch a glimpse of his face, though with no luck, as he rested his head on her shoulder and faced directly opposite from Chaeyoung’s face. Was he embarrassed?

“Look at me.“

He didn’t listen. How could he look at her when he knew that he was a mess? Chaeyoung forcefully grabbed his face whilst still stroking the cock that leaked so much pre-cum. She forcibly turned his head so that their foreheads touched. They stared at each other with pure lust, something they’d never forget. Their eyes were dark and horny, both of them thriving in this situation.

“I told you to look at me,” Chaeyoung whispered before she gritted her teeth and almost growled in frustration, moving her eyes from his own to his lips. He was still softly moaning non-stop since Chaeyoung’s hand hadn’t stopped moving. Suddenly, he smiled. not a heartwarming cute smile, but a flirty, almost slutty smile.

“I’m sorry mommy. I’ll do better,” he said, and the so-called strawberry princess could no longer control herself. She didn’t so much kiss Hwang, rather she simply devoured him instead. Saliva escaped their mouths in pretty large amounts, as did horny noises of pleasure. She explored every single place in his mouth with her wet tongue. God, this turned her on. Chaeyoung became really impatient, also wanting to get touched on and in her trickling pussy.

“Wait.” He panted, trying to pull away for air, but she obviously didn’t listen. “I’m gonna cum, mommy!”

As Chaeyoung heard this, she sped up her hand movement while her tongue was busy inside the mouth of what she now considered 'hers’. His chest moved irregularly, he tightened his abs and moaned into the other’s mouth. He thrusted into Chaeyoung’s stroking hand, riding out the waves of his orgasm. His whole body tensed and seized as the woman finally broke the kiss to witness what was happening. His cum painted her well-toned midriff and her whole hand. He couldn’t believe this because this was the best handjob in the history of handjobs he’s received.

His swollen cock which slowly softened but Chaeyoung continued to pump anyway and the sensation got too strong.

“Stop!” he whined, his whole body trying to get away from her hand, as he slammed his hand on top of Chaeyoung’s milking hand to make it still. She was dying to get off and even feel the same sperm-induced warmth inside her. Not wanting to waste time anymore, Chaeyoung stopped and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Good job…baby.” She sounded like her normal self again, but only for a moment. Her soft smile turned into a seductive smirk. He knew that Chaeyoung was incredibly horny right now. “And now young man…it’s my turn to cum.”

Chae smirked and without question nor command, Hwang dropped to the floor immediately. He put his hands on her thighs, locking eyes. Finally it was his turn to please her. Just the idea of getting to fuck Chaeyoung, who Hwang never thought he’d submit to, made his cock twitch a bit. He knew that he was going to get rock hard again from just giving Chae pleasure. Then, Chaeyoung started to get aroused even more by seeing him beneath her all worked up. This was truly an evil circle, though neither one really wanted to break it.

—————— //: END.

Woot woot, Nobi is finally aboard the writing train…again! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything at all. And I’ve decided to take a spin of my own in this expanding world of idol fanfiction.

Huge thanks to two of my fave authors here, @worldsover and @thelastdrop, for giving me a helping hand regards this kickstarter of mine. Grateful to have them oversee my flimsy draft and guide me to a future of seamless works. I’m excited to explore more soon. See y'all!~

(P.S. Stream Joy’s solo! Hehe.)

Lilac.

genre: smut, bratty sub! haseul, dub-con, hate sex, friends w/ benefits.

♪: “Tears well up but I wanna hold them back, because it’s the moment to place them in a secret music box in a corner of my heart and forever wind it back.”

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“If you’re gonna leave, maybe I should go ahead too and fuck my ex then!”

You tapped your feet with your hand on the door frame. The front half of your body is as much in the home as your back half is out of it.

Haseul’s legs crossed together on the sofa and she was much shakier than you. An hour of shouting culminated in the air taking on the irate girl’s heat literally. She bit her lip, her fingers digging into her palm in the momentary quiet. It was because of your fortitude in silence, the same way you got good deals at furniture stores, the same way you won arguments with friends, the same way you dealt with annoying customers at the pub you worked at. When you knew you were right, by letting them simmer in the awkwardness, they could reflect on their words while you looked into their eyes to coax the answer you wanted. Downtown Itaewon was a bustling place and Danbam, your workplace, proved no exception thus resulting in its fair share of drunk dolts that some plain old eye contact could help with.

This skill wasn’t proving to be that effective right now though.

“Maybe I should, don’t you think?” Haseul continued her shouting, trying to replace the stillness with unnecessary vibration.

She didn’t have a right to be mad, she knew you were only here to pick up your phone, but what was supposed to be a speedy and casual conversation gradually turned into a fairly one-sided argument when you mentioned spending the night at your ex’s for a couple of drinks. That was a mistake. According to the overbearing lady in front of you, it wouldn’t just end in getting drunk, plus Haseul wouldn’t stop griping about falling for your ex’s schemes. Yeah, right. That woman was as cold as winter could be. Haseul had no reason to be this jealous, she was just a colleague and a fuck buddy, but she often quickly became feisty. You usually managed to keep calm, even when it came to your ex, but the repetitive, heated conversation was frustrating you to no end and you were on the brink of snapping.

Haseul stood up, her posture as though she were ready to stomp towards yet her feet were planted by her bed. “Sure, he was awful but… he could still fuck me better than you ever could!”

What a fucking brat. She was riling up, and for what, to stop you from heading to your ex’s place? Despite her strong words, she looked small, her head down after looking at you after you clenched your jaw. She became even smaller, almost ducking when you slam the door and tossed the only reason you were at her house into the couch. Uncaring for the state of your phone, you stormed over to trap Haseul between your arms against the wall. You towered over her. Within seconds, a switch changed your demeanour from annoyance to pure anger and lust.

“I fucking dare you to say that again,” you said sharply. Her breath faintly touched your skin, while your weight against her wasn’t faint at all. Constant and elevating warmth radiated off of both you and her though your anger always made her shiver as though she were freezing instead. Haseul held in her expression though and obliged with your request.

“My ex could fuck me better than you, happy?” she said nonchalantly whilst smirking and tilting her head to the side.

You chuckled darkly after hearing her remarks. “Yeah? Tell me how he fucked your tight little pussy. Were you screaming and begging him to stop like with me? Good one. Could he fuck you as dumb as I can? Could your oh-so-skilled ex make you cum three times in a single night? I want the truth, sweetheart.”

You made sure to use her bedroom name in vain.

“Tell me he really turned mommy into a bumbling slut.”

Both you and Haseul knew that these claims were nothing but fiction. Haseul’s ex had never made her cum; in fact, she often had to do it on her own. Not because of her ex’s stamina, but rather how little he had actually cared about her pleasure during those times together, which is what led Haseul to set up this whole friends with benefits relationship in the first place.

Haseul couldn’t ignore how your words had gone straight to her cunt brimming with need by the minute, leaving her incapable to think of a clever response. One thing that was obvious from your perspective was that she was fighting the urge to admit how spontaneously your words affected her. Instead, Haseul scoffed and rolled her eyes, deciding to finally rebut. “Yeah, he could. At the very least, I actually liked him. I fucking despise you–”

“Darling,” you interjected with no doubt in your mind, wanting to prove that you surely could do a lot more and turn her self-control over to your literally itching hands. “You don’t have to love me to admit that you love fucking me.”

“You could never fuck me as good as the other guys.“ Haseul only deceived herself, knowing you could see straight through her.

“Is that so?” Your eyes flourished not only with lust, but with rage, as you challenged the woman in front of you.

“Yeah, if I’m being honest, you’ve been the worst—” And with that, you spent no more time. You grabbed Haseul around the waist and lifted her over your shoulders, carrying her into the dimly lit bedroom. From the organized books on her shelf to the ironed blankets, the place was just made prim and proper a while ago. Too bad she was just about to make a mess out of it again.

After throwing her onto the bed, you yanked your shirt off and tossed it carelessly on the floor. Haseul, trying to put her eyes somewhere else besides yours, couldn’t help but notice your lean body. Toned abs, the v-line cutting off just where your tight black jeans and rusty belt stopped. No wonder she always got jealous, she didn’t want anyone else to be under the bedsheets with you. With such luscious thoughts, her head was snatched in a haze. Inside the awfully silent four-cornered room, the only thing audible was Haseul’s breath catching in her throat.

You climbed on top of her, placing yourself in between her legs. Wasting no time in lowering your head down to kiss her neck, you left faint bite marks. You reached your hand in your pants to rub your core, drawing a soft gasp from you before you could stop yourself. “You hate me, huh? Your pussy says otherwise. You’re fucking dripping, baby. Is that for me?”

“Fuck, Hwang! Holy sh…” Haseul slowly grew a little more desperate than intended, as if her whole being orbited around yours. ‘Fuck you’ was one thing she wanted to say and also do. All she could think of was how come you were so damn good with your words and your body, while she was barely able to formulate her own sentences.

“All you have to do is tell me you want me, baby. I’ll make you scream for me…like you always do.” As you chuckled from the sentence you just produced, Haseul craved you. She couldn’t deny it, and as time went on and you continued rubbing circles around her core, she found herself whining. Slowly, Haseul succumbed under your command. The once elegant woman’s hands became needing as it reached up to tug at your arms.

“Just fuck me Hwang, god!” Haseul exclaimed. You smiled at Haseul, pulling your fingers away to tug her pants off before pulling your own. As you finally stripped each of your underwear, you flipped her over before she arched her ass upwards. Haseul was eager to feel you. With a loud groan, you lined up at her core and pushed your cock into her, releasing all the frustration pent up as hardness. Haseul gasped into the mattress as the feeling of your throbbing shaft inside her dripping cunt got too overpowering for her to stay quiet.

“Such a fucking brat, you can never play nice even when you’re asking me to fuck your tight pussy.” Given her current position, you realized that she couldn’t exactly respond so you pulled out and swiftly overturned her. You had your hard shaft balls-deep into her wet cunt once again, eliciting a bare moan from her that was too dreary to be heard before. You could see in it her eyes that it was burning with passion. She was dying to say the words ‘fuck you’. But those mesmerizing glass balls of hers that stared right to your very soul didn’t stop you from pounding her, your body beginning to want more despite being so incredibly worn out already because of the extreme fatigue from work.

“God, I fucking hate you Hwang,” she said unconvincingly into the mattress. As stubborn as Haseul was still, she found it harder to curse you out as time went on. “Fucking asshole, I hate you so damn much.” “Yeah? Say it again then.” You chuckled darkly as you observed her eyes flowing clear of hesitation. “Jo Haseul. If you hate me so much, then why is your pussy clenching so hard around my cock?” Haseul better thank the heavens above that her face was hidden from your view just as you said such vulgarity, otherwise, you would’ve seen her unruly ass biting her lips that were thirsty for more.

Tensions were at an all-time high, yet despite the atmosphere, you still didn’t get a clear response from her after a few moments. Demanding at the very least for some sound to come out of her mouth, you slapped Haseul’s plump peachy ass hard. Physically impotent under your overwhelming grasp, it made her yelp and spring forward. You grabbed her by the waist and held it in place, preventing Haseul from moving away from your hips as you finally decided to continue fucking her drenched pussy.

“Jo fucking Haseul! Answer me when I am speaking to you! Why are you clenching so hard around me if you hate me?!” She was startled and couldn’t respond, at least not coherently. She was in total disbelief with this behavior of yours and in a little exasperation as well. But she didn’t want to surrender to her obvious desires, so she stood with her hypocritical conviction. Instead of replying, she lifted her head up from the mattress slightly.

“Fuck you,” she said before collapsing once again to the viscoelastic foam and letting out a teeny-weeny moan.

You were usually the submissive throughout many sexually induced escapades with Haseul and recently, even your very own landlady. Much to your own surprise, you were tremendously annoyed at Haseul’s constant brattiness for it was almost a reflection of your very self, and with this newfound temper, you absolutely thrived.

As much as Haseul had pissed the shit out of you, you equally loved and utterly craved her curvy body. She felt incredible around you and it made you lose your mind hearing Haseul curse at you, all while taking your warm cock inside her cunt. Yes, you hated her right now for the things she brought up and assumed, but you couldn’t get enough of the raw passion you felt as a result. You spent no time reaching down and gripping her hair, forcing Haseul to pull herself up so you could bring your lips right next to her ear. “That’s not the answer I was looking for, honey. Do I need to fuck it out of you?”

“Please, Hwang.” Without doubts nor reconsiderations, Haseul begged and nodded, too immersed in pleasure to acknowledge what she had said, like a bunny in insatiable heat. She mentally cursed herself and you for it, and as much as she hated to admit, she appreciated your grins and snickers parallel to how you loved hers.

“So you want more? Then take it, Jo. You naughty girl.” You smirked before pushing her head back down into the mattress as you gripped onto her hips, roughly slamming your dick into her wet hole. Haseul began to moan louder, the pleasure taking over any coherent thought she could possibly have, echoing through the tight corners of the room before the beautiful noise landed on your ears.

“I’m gonna cum, you di… O-Oh fuuuuuck! D-Daddy, I’m gonna cum! Fucking hell!” Daddy. You couldn’t help but laugh your heart out with how this woman, who had ordered you to always call her mommy in bed, was now so deep in her desires that she had forgotten her position. This only meant one thing in your quick-witted mind; you finally had her under your control. You decided to take things a bit further for your own greater good.

“Ask permission first,” you demanded as you started to slow down the thrusts just enough to irritate Haseul. The last thing she wanted to do was to keep begging, especially for someone like you. You were her submissive fucktoy after all. Haseul tried her hardest to hold back to avoid this, but it was no use. She knew that if she didn’t continue to beg you, an orgasm might not be a possibility at all. Unbeknownst to Haseul, what you had continued to say next made her swallow her pride. “Go come beg… little puppy.”

“Please?” Her tone was unsure at first but she quickly understood what you wanted as your cock lied wretchedly still inside of her warmth. “Please, please, please… please let me cum, Daddy! Please, pleeeeeease. Fuck, I need to cum so bad Daddy! Please let your slutty puppy cum!” She sounded pathetic. Never did she think nor expect to say those words in her entire sexual life, especially with you, since ‘Little puppy’ was meant to be your pet name and not hers.

“There we go, that’s it. Good puppy.” You practically moaned out the words as you saw how much Haseul was tearing up as you were pistoning her tightness. With just a few words, you wanted this frustration for both of you to end. “Cum for me, little puppy.”

And she did, within an instant, just like how God let there be light on this world. Her body trembled as she collapsed onto the mattress underneath, you landed on top of her but of course, it didn’t stop you. Instead you continued to fuck yourself onto her gushing orifice, as if it were an onahole, using her fit body as nothing more than a source of friction, wetness, and heat. You thrusted as vociferously as you can, taking advantage of her quivering and tight pussy that still clamped down on you until you finally reached your climax and released shot after shot of your seed inside her. Your bodies were close as you both recovered from your orgasm, the air was profusely hot and your hair, along with your thoughts, were a complete mess.

With a breathy sigh, you lifted yourself up and pulled out of Haseul’s leaking core after a few moments. You got out of bed and began to put back most of your clothing on. You walked over, bending to the floor to get and put on your t-shirt. As you were catching your breath, you glanced over at Haseul. Her well-endowed chest was exposed, and you could see the redness on her face and the mess that she had become. You had to admit, even though your heart still held an ounce of anger towards her previous statements, she looked hot damn gorgeous.

You decided to leave the room, and for a moment, Haseul sat down on her bed. She thought you were leaving for good. You came back to her room all of a sudden, nonchalantly tossing a bottle of water and a warm towel to her direction. Thankfully she caught the items from your careless throw, but unknown to you, she quietly thanked you for the gesture. You didn’t get to respond because you didn’t hear it anyway, you’re not some psychic to hear whatever she was drabbling on about.

“Next time,” you suddenly spoke. You wanted to break the silence before you left for drinks, whilst still trying to catch your own breath. “Next time you wanna think about fucking your ex, remember this night. Or just call me, I can help you remember. It’s up to you. Jo Haseul.”

You gathered your things and left her house, leaving her shocked and dumbfounded. Needless to say, Haseul would be taking you up on that offer soon. Regardless of how you made her spite you for the first time in your journey together as fuck buddies, this was one moment she would be sure to cherish the most. Why? Because from the moment you met Haseul back for the first time in that pub of hers, she knew she could never purely hate you. You always have been her lilac after all.

—————— //: END.

It’s Thursday! Well, at least in my time zone. Another oneshot done and this time around, it’s none other than our mother pigeon: Jo Haseul!

Since I had already done a mommy kink one with Chaeng, I tried to play things differently with this one. It’s been a rough one though since hate sex isn’t really my forte. Gladly though, I have found a somewhat partner-in-crime, a.k.a. @worldsover!

Levi’s been big help to me since Jam & Butterfly, and we’re hitting it off together if I do say so myself. Just hoping I’m not bothering him at all… Anyways, I’m grateful to have him as a newfound 선배님 (sunbaenim / senior) of sorts! He did oversee, revise, and proofread my present works after all.

Also, my ask is open regards anything! I’m sure y'all have questions, especially with Lilac seemingly fitting onto Jam & Butterfly’s continuity hehe. I’ll see y'all around everyone! Spread peace, love, and Nutella! <3

Hush.

genre: dom! winter, slight *bdsm.

*may include: choking, cock warming, nipple play, overstimulation, and edging.

♪: “Hush now, my angel. I will always be with you.”

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The world knew her as “Winter”, even if it wouldn’t be much of a challenge to find her real name, Minjeong. She was neither to you. Minjeong was your mommy, your baby, your girlfriend; all in all, she was your everything. That’s why you’ve been sullen for the past few hours because Minjeong was ignoring you, too preoccupied on a phone call with her group’s leader Karina, while they talked about the debut song that they would release in a month’s time. At first, you didn’t mind, yet you had other things to do and you were aware that your girlfriend was a busy person herself. But now, it almost seemed as though you weren’t going to get any affection from her all night. Even your feeble attempts to get Minjeong’s attention with sighs and quick glances towards her direction embarrassingly failed. Cons of having an apparent debuting idol girlfriend. Frustrated, you finally walked over to her, seating yourself on the bed next to her IKEA desk.

“Baby?” you pouted, your voice low enough to ensure that Karina couldn’t hear you on the other end of the line. Minjeong’s brows raised slightly as she cast a short glance in your direction.

“Hold on one second.” She muted her phone and tilted her head to look at you. “What do you want?”

You suddenly grew timid at her rather blunt words, looking down on the ground and lowering your voice to a whisper. “I-I just wanted your attention. You’ve been on the phone for a while now, and you haven’t really talked to me…”

Upon hearing your words, her features grew soft momentarily. “Poor baby wants my attention? You know I’m busy, you shouldn’t be acting so needy.” Minjeong giggled as she appreciated how much you were getting desperate for her.

“I know, I know, I just really needed you,” you responded, twiddling your fingers.

“Really now? Come here then,” she said. You stood up and walked closer towards her, now standing directly in front of her legs. She grabbed both of your wrists gently as she gazed up at you. “You wanna be a good boy for me?”

When you immediately nodded, Minjeong smirked.

”Then why don’t you let me sit on your lap and show me, hmm? Think you could keep quiet while I’m on the phone?”

The additional question made you nervous and equally excited. You contemplated this, hesitating whether or not you would be able to stay quiet with her leader on the other side of the call. You and Minjeong never had sex in places where people in the same house could potentially hear you, let alone the same phone call. You were usually a vocal person in bed, often finding it hard not to scream and she was well aware of this, so being cockwarmed by your girlfriend while she was on a phone call had never really crossed your mind until now.

After giving it some more thought, you eventually walked over towards her and pulled down your pants, kicking them to the side. Minjeong smiled at you as she watched you undress from the waist down, pulling her own pants down to expose herself as well. You turned around before you moved yourself over, replacing her from where she was seated, which was a chair by the bedside. In just a short while, Minjeong reached down to position her cunt at your dick’s tip. After a brief moment of Minjeong teasing her clit against your cock, she finally lowered herself, glancing down to savor the way you disappeared inside of her.

“Fuuuuck, there we go.” she sighed, her head falling backward slightly at the initial feeling of her pussy clenching around your dick.

“Min-min, I can’t—” you began to beg, not sure how you could possibly be quiet with how good this was feeling already.

“You wanted my attention so badly, now take it,” Minjeong said nonchalantly before hitting the unmute button on her phone and leaning her body back into the chair. Then, as if you weren’t even there, she continued their conversation on the phone.

“Sorry, I accidentally dropped something. What did you say?” she said, her voice unfazed and calm. Little did Karina know, however, that you were on the other end of the phone, currently bracing yourself by gripping onto the desk in front of you and struggling to not make any noises. Well, keeping quiet ended up being harder than you had originally anticipated. Karina’s humour must’ve been top-notch that night, because Minjeong couldn’t stop laughing at practically everything Karina said, causing her body to unintentionally jolt up and her pussy to clamp harder than it already was. With every movement she made, you found it harder and harder to remain still.

“Oh my god, Jimin-ah! That’s hilarious.” She suddenly moved upward, calling out her leader’s real name. You threw your hand up to your mouth in order to muffle the sounds that were threatening to come out.

Finding it nearly impossible at this point, you whined quietly in your palm. Despite your best efforts to not seem obvious, Minjeong took notice of your pathetic attempts to stay quiet. She brought her hand up to grip onto your hair, pulling your head back just enough for her to lightly brush lips on your neck and at the sudden delicate sensation, your hand dropped back onto the desk while your jaw dropped further.

“Be the good devil you always were for me and be quiet, okay?” Minjeong whispered, a smile on her face as she softly bit down onto your neck, enjoying your struggle to keep quiet while she seemed completely unfazed on the phone with her co-member.

“Stop moving please,” you spoke as softly as you could.

“What? I’m not doing anything, cutie.” She chuckled in response as she went back to her phone call, this time intentionally swirling her hips down onto your frustrated cock every now and then. One rather quick move down from her in particular caused you to yelp, prompting you to bite your lip to keep the sound from coming out of your mouth. Just when you thought her challenge couldn’t get any harder, Minjeong reached her free hand around your body and up into your shirt. She placed her truly winter-like hands on your chest and began to casually play with your nipples.

Your breathing shook as you tried your utmost not to moan. A slight tug on her wrist in an attempt to convince her to stop touching you, and Minjeong simply swatted your hand away before she continued teasing your nipples, causing you to whimper pathetically. She knew full well you could no longer hold yourself back, but the thought of you accidentally moaning her name on the phone had Minjeong so turned on, she found it hard to care. Once she felt your cock begin to twitch deep around her insides, she muted the phone again for a quick while before leaning forward to speak by your ear once more.

“What a dirty whore, I can feel you throbbing around me. Are you close, babe?” she teased. “I’ll let you cum, hell, even inside me…but only if you can promise me you’ll stay quiet.”

You knew you couldn’t hold back anymore, and as difficult as it would be to cum silently, you had to. The feeling of Minjeong’s hands teasing your nipples while your cock was buried deep inside of her cunt clinging on you in a sloth-like manner was overwhelming, to say the least. So rather than denying her, you nodded as you bit your lip.

“Good devil.” Minjeong then unmuted her phone as she leaned back into her chair. “Yeah, I think we should do that.”

Her voice was a little raspier, but not enough to alert Karina. Immediately after noticing how close she was in front of you, Minjeong moved her hands down between your legs, then began rubbing quick circles on her clit as she held onto your hips that unconsciously started to slowly buck upwards into her pussy, urging her to cum around your needing cock.

As her climax finally came to a near end, an immense wave of pleasure rushed over Minjeong in a matter of seconds. She was quick to place her free hand over her mouth to muffle any loud moans that would cause Karina to take notice of the situation currently unfolding. However, Minjeong herself was finding it harder to keep quiet, and before she could stop herself, she groaned loudly into the phone.

“Yah, Kim Minjeong! Are you okay? You sound—” the leader’s voice was cut off once Minjeong suddenly took the move to finally end the call. She gripped your hips harder as the needing bunny began to fuck herself down onto you, desperately chasing her high.

“Fuck the debut prep for now, your cock feels so fucking good. Don’t stop throbbing and twitching around me, I’m so fucking close! Oh baby!” She no longer cared how loud you or her were being. The build-up of what was only supposed to be you getting cockwarmed had been too much for her, and now, all she wanted to do was fuck you hard without holding back. She even ignored the ringing as Karina was attempting to call back. Since she had already cum, the feeling of you still pistoning back and forth inside her made her overstimulated. Minjeong couldn’t stop herself from clenching around you, the sensation of your length hitting her sweetest spot and causing both of you to moan louder than ever before. Her grip was still tight on your hips despite the fact that she had already overcome her orgasm minutes ago.

“God, so fucking good….” She groaned desperately as she didn’t stop grinding her hips roughly against your cock. Minjeong sighed once she had finally calmed down enough to think and speak properly. “I’m gonna be in so much shit tomorrow for ending that call.”

Deep down however, you knew she didn’t really give a shit about that. She would end a thousand calls if it meant being able to fuck you like this.

“Now, where were we…Oh, that’s right. Letting you cum.”

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“Oh god, Winter. Please let me! You know I’ve always been your good boy!” you whined as you laid on the bed, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. Minjeong sat on top, riding your cock at an agonizingly slow pace. You tried to pull at the cuffs that were restraining your wrists with desperation, but it was no use since you were entirely under her control, bound to the bed. That was just the way you loved it though.

“Please what, my baby devil?” she whispered into your neck. Minjeong knew exactly what you constantly wanted, but she was not about to let you get it without begging first—there would be no fun without that.

“Please, please, pleeeease Mommy Winter! Can’t you let me cum? I need to get off so badly! I just wanna cum so much already!” you repeatedly rambled, on edge with the slow pace she had for the past hour. Every inch inside of Minjeong’s warmth milked you as she rode you desperately, her dominance always driving you crazy. When you had agreed way back to be submissive for the first time, she never expected to love it as much as both of you do now. Usually during moments like these, all you wanted to do was grab onto her ass and fuck into oblivion. You loved fucking her dumb, making Minjeong cum over and over. But here you were, fully submitting like a little slut.

“Yeah baby? You wanna cum?” Minjeong smirked, her face hidden in the crook of your neck. She knew what your answer would be, but making you say it out loud was half the fun.

“God yes, just let me cum!” you whined, trying to push your hips up for more. Your frustration took over every part of your mind, words beginning to spill out without a second thought. Both of you had lost track of time, she didn’t even know how long this had gone on for, all she could think about was you and your body. And you? You needed to cum.

Minjeong moved her face away from your neck, smirking above you as she placed your hand onto your throat. She bent her face down near yours, lips just barely touching each other. You expected that she’d kiss you, so you reached forward in an attempt to connect together. She chuckled quietly to herself, before slightly pushing your face back down into the mattress. You almost had your chance yet she kept clamping on the flesh that she was riding on as if she was tugging it, causing you to whimper in response. Finally, Minjeong decided to grab your face and devour your lips. You melted by her actions so you couldn’t do anything else but open your mouth and let her tongue do all the dirty work. She then released your lips before looking down at your face, smirking at the mess you had become. You hated to admit that despite your hair being a complete mess, tongue slightly out, and your breathing shaky, you absolutely loved it.

“You want to cum right, you sly demon? Then keep begging for it.” You were frustrated and struggled to hold back the imminent orgasm, just nodding at the statement your dear girlfriend gave. She knew you were close and that you’d do anything just to cum, even if that meant swallowing your ever high pride and begging from underneath. After a few moments, you finally lifted your head, staring up at her with eyes hooded.

“Please, I need it so bad! Fuck, you’re so perfect, Mommy! Pleeeeease let me cum. I can’t do this much lo—” Words were cut short when Minjeong suddenly began to pick up pace, now riding you at a perhaps record-breaking speed. “Thank you, mommy! Oh gosh, you’re riding me so well!”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you began to tug at the restraints on your wrists once again.

“Shit… Ugh, you’re so good to me m-mommy…” you whimpered again, your voice breaking as you felt yourself getting closer to a climactic point. As she sensed your body shuddering in pleasure, Minjeong quickly climbed off of you, jerking your cock with her little yet deft hands. Within a few short seconds, you threw your head backwards as your back arched off from the bed and as you came, Minjeong let out a moan so reminiscent of those in pornography. Your release coated her hands, even reaching parts of her face and body. She stroked you slowly through your orgasm even as your body twitched every few moments until it finally calmed down.

Smiling down at your blushed cheeks and your contorted face, Minjeong climbed on top of you again. But this time around, she placed her legs on both sides of your face and pinned your arms down even more. Instantly, you stuck your tongue out, knowing exactly what she was about to do. Your eyes closed shut once you felt Minjeong’s leaking cunt on your skin, and you couldn’t help but be lost in her warm taste. So ironic for her to have Winter as an English name. You were truly addicted to her. As much as you loved making her cum, you savored her luscious sweet flavor even more.

“Such a good boy for me, Hwangie. Taking everything I give you.”

Minjeong loved how ready you constantly were to please her, even when you were exhausted and had already cum. Seeing you cum just shortly before had her so aroused that it didn’t take much for Minjeong’s high to approach again. She reached down to tug at your hair as she began to ride your face quicker.

“That’s it, baby! Keep moaning into my cunt, that feels so, ugh— fucking good! You piece of shit!” Using her free hand, she began to play with her nipples, knowing damn well that it would frustrate you even more. Just as Minjeong thought, she felt your hips shift behind her, signaling how much her words, actions, and her taste were affecting you so damn much. Her soft moans turned loud, and you knew she was getting close. You continued to moan into her pussy, using your lips to suck on her clit, which was all she needed to sendher over the edge, her legs shaking as her free hand tried to grip onto the wall behind you while drowning you with her juices. She continued to ride your face through her orgasm until she could finally catch her very breath.

Falling onto the bed next to you, Minjeong looked over to see your face. You were breathing erratically, eyes heavy and face even more flushed than before. Your arms were still cuffed, faint marks on his wrists visible as she tugged around the cuff to check. To you, it was another painful yet pleasurable experience. The winter princess’ eyes glimmered as she observed your heaving chest, eyes that truly looked like heaven; you were gorgeous as ever to her, even after being used for so long.

“I love you so much, baby. You were so good for me. I’ll go get you cleaned up.” Minjeong giggled whilst she reached over to place a kiss on your cheek before climbing out of bed. You smiled softly with eyes closed, too tired to respond. She put on your oversized t-shirt which she always loved to borrow after each time you fucked the brains out of each other. She walked to the bathroom to grab a warm towel to clean herself off before bringing one to the bedroom for you, though she found you asleep when she returned. Smiling, she cleaned you off by herself, taking off your restraints and wrapping a blanket around your naked body. Minjeong climbed onto the bed, cuddling up next to you until she too finally fell asleep.

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The sun was shining, and the heat of its rays seeped into your skin, blinding you by the light too bright on your eyelids. You finally woke up, and to your surprise, Minjeong was nowhere to be seen on her bed nor the room. You put some clothes on and walked out the door to go to the living room.

“Min-min? Minjeong?” You kept jumping around and sliding your feet throughout the house, in search of your beloved. “Did she go to the company this early…” you sulked, as you wondered why she’d leave you on such short notice without a note.

But then you remembered your phone, so you went back to her bedroom and scanned the bedsheets in search of it. It wasn’t there. You went on to search for it in your backpack, but it wasn’t there either. Finally, you looked towards her desk…it was there. How stupid could you be? Then again, who are you to blame, you just woke up after all.

You pressed the power button on your phone, and as it lights up on your face, a plethora of notifications fills the screen. One particular batch was from your girlfriend. You smiled, gladly knowing that Minjeong did leave something to start your day right. You opened your messaging app, only to see a voice recording sent from her. You decided to press play and listen carefully.

Hwangie. First of all, I’d like to apologize. I’ve done something inexplicably wrong for a long while now. I know you’ll be disappointed, but it’s what’s best for my own good. I’ve already been expecting this to happen but I’ve also been worried about how I’d hurt you. I never wanted to do so, never will. Yet here I am. I’m sorry, Hwang. But…I’m breaking up with you.

It’s the only option I have without having to give up my dreams. I’ve contemplated well as to whether I should stay or not, knowing the sacrifices and consequences along the way. Plus, there’s all the opportunities I might miss from it. I feel better when I’m with you, but at the same time, I am hurt that I can’t choose the option of having both you and my dream come true. You were my silver lining amongst the darkest clouds…you always were and always will be. I want to get closer to you, but the farther I go with you, I feel like Icarus with his wax wings melting near the sun. I feel confused because as much as I wanna stay, I don’t want you to love someone like me foolishly. Someone as self-centered as I am. I’m too fragile.

Whatever happens from here on out, here I am, saying thank you for the memories, it was fun while it lasted. I’ll always be grateful to you for being part of this journey of mine. I hope you’ll do well too, even without me at your side anymore. Goodbye my devil, and also my precious angel. And take care. Please. I’ll still be your silent supporter in the future. Thank you for letting me, your first snow, love you. I’ll miss you, my dearest Hwang. To the galaxies and beyond.

Tears flowed from your eyes, blurring your sight. They stinged and you hated the way they sting and you wanted nothing more than to leave, to free yourself from the nightmare. This couldn’t be real. With heavy feet, you packed up your belongings from her house, then put on your shoes. You observed the surroundings, reminiscing every memory you had made together inside the very corridors of her home. Even with the soreness around your body, you took on the strength to carry your stuff to your car. You wanted to do something. You wanted to. But as much as you did, the only thing you could really do was go on from here. You wanted to hope regardless of this prickly reality you faced. Every sunset brought forth a promise of a new dawn. It had to, or else you had nothing left.

With your last ties holding you back from abandoning the place you cherished the most, you decided to get inside your car and start its engine, leaving with nothing but a hushful yet heavy aura in your moving carriage.

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Finally, Winter has come. It’s one moment I’ve been waiting for to show. That lil’ angst moment caught you off-guard, didn’t it? As it should! Have y'all enjoyed and got the answers you needed? If so, I’m glad I provided enough!

I’ve tried to explore more of what BDSM has to offer by placing minimal portions of the vast experience within the smut sequence. This isn’t my forte either, so forgive me if I haven’t satisfied y'all with the stuff I left there hehe.

As most of you might have observed, where will this lead to now? Are these still oneshots or a steadily building continuity? Hmm… welp. Since I’ve been going on a steady yet adrenaline-induced pace, I’ll leave one keyword for most of you to figure out: midnight.

That’s that and as always, I’ll see y'all around! Spread peace, love, and Nutella! Stream Alcohol-Free while you’re at it! <3

Skate.

genre: a tonful of smut (first 5k word fic), virgin sub! hyejoo.

♪: “In a room full of dimes, you would be a hundred dollars.”

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The atmosphere was peaceful—not a sound filled the room beside the faint breathing of both you and Hyejoo. She was reading something on her phone, with you resting underneath her arm below her jaw. Who was this beautiful wolflike woman to you exactly? On workdays, she was your snappy manager at Danbam, over-the-top at times but diligent always. But on weekends, breaks, holidays, she was someone you cherished. Did you have a crush on her? Maybe, just maybe. She was nowhere near as bratty as the owner of your bar, nor as cold as your ex. And most of all, she was not that desperate to get into your pants. Even with the many times you had “couple” dates that could’ve led to more—a tender touch on her side that could’ve been lower, a chaste kiss on your cheek that could’ve been less so—you wouldn’t want to budge further than that unless the right opportunity and consent came. Right now, she was simply an appreciative friend of yours and a very hot one at that.

You have been cuddling up with her on the couch for the last few hours, enjoying the warm feeling of each other’s company, as you usually did when you found time to spend with each other. Nowadays, this was rare, and the only times you truly got to enjoy each other’s company was when Hye’s schedule was completely free and the rest of the employees had all gone out for the night wherein Haseul paid for the food. Luckily, it was a two-week rest for the crew. You got here quite a while ago after your, er, encounter with Haseul. The rest decided to go clubbing tonight while Hyejoo called up for you to tag along for some beer & soju and stay at her apartment, for which you were incredibly grateful.

“Psst. Yah, Hwang Kyungwan.” Breaking the comfortable silence among the room, you looked up at her with an innocent yet curious expression. In your mind, you almost said Pikachu in a childish tone in front of her. “Goddamnit, stop making such a cute face!”

For a moment, she glanced away from your gaze as a blush on her face flowed. She tried to look back on her phone, to hold back her whines at your overflowing fluffiness. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Hyejoo reached down to fiddle with your locks, nervous to ask what had been invading her mind for the past while. “What’s been bothering you, hmm? You usually aren’t that nervous when we have a drink together.”

“Uhm, I dunno if this is rude to you or what, but… have you ever eaten a girl out before?” You nearly choked on spit at the question. Yes, you two had engaged in intimate activities before, but you had never gone as far as to touch each other in ways that required you to undress. Despite her knowledge of what had happened between you and Winter, she tried to play dumb regarding similar topics. To even initiate conversation that involved sex was unheard of from Hye. Those words had shocked your not-so-clean self, to say the least.

“Uh, yeah. I guess I have.” You chuckled awkwardly at the question, reaching your free arm behind to scratch the back of your head.

“You guess?” Hyejoo replied. You had no idea where she had gotten the confidence to ask such a sexual question in the first place; she’s a virgin for fuck’s sake. But you figured now that she had started, there was no going back.

“I mean, yeah. I have. Why do you ask?” Although you and she were laying so close to each other on the couch, you could still physically feel the tension in the room, how the atmosphere had grown awkward within seconds. “I’m just…curious, you could say? You never really talk about your sex life, and I know that you’ve had a partner in the past, so…”

You nodded vaguely, unsure of how to respond otherwise. The last thing you wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, and considering this was the first time she had discussed, at least brought, the topic of sex, she felt as though she had to be careful with anything. Your thoughts were cut short when she spoke up again.

“Are you…are you like, good at it?” She tried to smile it off to the side upon utter silence between the both of you. She didn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all, but at this point in the conversation, you were beginning to understand where Hyejoo was trying to go with the topic: she wanted to pop her cherry.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Oh my god, no!” She jolted up from her lap, now seated facing towards you. There you were, looking back at Hyejoo with a smug grin on your face. “I-I mean… I was curious, but not because I wanted you to do it to me or anything…” she trailed off as you chuckled afterward.

“Noona. You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” You did your best to tease her with a surprising drop in tone as you tilted your head to the side, an annoying smirk painted on you, spreading further across your face. She shook her head, and when she tried to hide her blush behind her sweater paws, you teased her once more. “Then tell me why you asked such a naughty question just now?”

Hyejoo felt her cheeks heating up at the way you called her “noona”. She had never let you call her that before because it was never needed between you two; she was the same age as you. You usually only referred to her playfully with either her fancy English name Olivia or a casual “baby” here and there. This honorific, however, caused her head to spin at the way your voice suddenly dropped.

“I just wanted to know what it feels like.” She couldn’t look you in the eye as she forced herself to tell the truth. “To, you know, be eaten out.”

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you said. “So, tell me Noona. Would you like me to show you?”

Taking a deep breath in, she gave some thought to what was about to happen. She was a virgin hoping to satisfy the need that has been suppressed for so long. Though there were many chances either of you could have taken, from pecks to snuggles, she was too awkward to even let you make out with her for a very long time. But she had to make a choice, she wanted to do it. Needed to. And momentarily, she finally found the courage to look at you in the eyes as she spoke up. “Could you, please?”

You grinned. “Of course, I can. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that, love.” Immediately, you rose from being seated on the couch, now standing directly in front of her. “Now, be a good girl for me and lay on your back, okay?” Your voice was gentle as you spoke.

Hyejoo looked back up at you, nodding her head before shifting backward to do as instructed.

“Don’t worry, okay? I know this is your first so I’ll take care of you, just like you always do when we’re on the job…manager-nim.”

Once you had laid Hyejoo back down on the couch, you lifted your t-shirt above your head then tossed it to the side of the room. You leaned down to place yourself in between her luscious milky thighs, snuggled forward, and brought your lips towards her recognizable and iconic ones to initiate a fiery and passionate make-out session.

This, she was familiar with. She knew this feeling, had it engraved in her memory from the moment your lips had first touched hers during a “supposedly friendly” second date. Hyejoo could never forget the initial tingle that kissing you had given her—it was euphoric, the only way her clouded mind could describe it.

She was reliving that exact feeling now; this time, however, there was an added feeling of anxiousness which intensified once Hyejoo felt you reach down to tug her leg up towards the chest, a subtle way for you to tell what was about to come next. You pulled away from her lips for a moment.

“Noona, move your hips up for me so I can take these off, yeah?” While slipping your pointer and middle finger into the waistband of her shorts, she did as asked, shifting her hips up enough for you to slowly tug her shorts off and drop them to the floor. Leaning back slightly, you moved your other free hand to trail your fingers along the sides of her bright mint-choco-colored panties, running and fiddling them over her hips before you stopped at her dripping core.

“Such a pretty and tight little pussy,” you whispered as your eyes followed your fingers trace over the top of Hyejoo’s underwear. She could feel herself becoming wetter at the tingly sensation, obviously something new to her. When your fingers stopped directly above her heating cunt, you glanced to take in the expression on her face.

“Do you like it when I touch you there, cub?” Hyejoo gasped softly as your finger pressed ever so slightly against her aching core, a bit taken aback with such a pet name, and you smirked upon seeing her reaction. “This is gonna be fun.”

You took your finger off of her damp pussy before laying down on your stomach just below her hips. It was enough for Hyejoo to feel your breathing on her skin. You repositioned your finger, this time hooking it inside of her panties and pulling them towards you before letting it snap back against her core. You could see how the light sting sparked throughout her body, the intensity of her throbbing cunt mixed with the hot atmosphere causing Hye to react so heavily. It gained a giggle out of you and made you place a kiss on her still clothed pussy. “Sensitive, huh?”

Hyejoo nodded as she shifted her body up to rest her weight and watched your every move. You hooked your finger into her panties once more to move them to the side but just when she thought you were about to finally give what she was longing for, you glanced at her.

“Don’t hold back, baby girl. I wanna hear every sound coming from those pretty lips of yours.” With that, you finally stuck your tongue out. As you made contact with her pussy, Hyejoo let out a subtle gasp. No matter how she imagined the feeling before, nothing had compared to the real thing, and without thinking, she let out a moan.

You hummed against her plump and needing pussy; she quickly brought her hand down to grip onto your hair. This encouraged you to go deeper between harsh strips with your tongue up along her core. Wanting to pay extra attention to where she was most sensitive, you made sure to swirl circles around her clit with every other swipe of the tongue.

Hyejoo’s breathing became unsteady, erratic as the movements of your tongue and lips became sloppier. You ran your hands across her luscious hips, bringing one of her legs up to rest your palm on her thigh. This allowed your tongue to slip deeper into her core—you could even feel her pussy clenching on your tongue.

“God, Kyungie. Right there!” she whined, her shyness having diminished completely from the feeling of your tongue took over her craving virgin body. Your tongue slipped away from her pussy, allowing you to speak.

“Keep calling me that, is that okay? My dearest Hyegi?” you asked softly. Although she felt slightly shy and hesitant to obey whatever request it was, her mind still seemed to allow the words to fall from her lips before she could stop herself.

“Daddy Kyungie, I need your tongue back on me again! Pleaseeeee, I need it so bad!” she pleaded out loud.

Once your tongue resumed contact with her pussy, her head rocked back, then using your lips, you sucked harshly on her clit.

“Oh, fuck daddy, nnmh!” she moaned. Her mind couldn’t believe the words that were coming from her mouth. Here she was, getting her cunt not only touched but eaten for the first time in all her years living. Her hips jolted up towards your face, sensitive to being touched so intimately by someone as loving as you were.

“That’s it. Not so shy anymore, hm?” you moaned back against her pussy with a smile. She shook her head in response, too immersed in the feeling to care how desperate she sounded.

Hyejoo looked angelic; she always was and always will be. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight laid out before you. Her eyes were shut and her back arched ever so slightly towards the ceiling. Her hand maintained its grip on your hair while she couldn’t keep her head from rolling back. She was savoring every little thing she possibly could from this moment, from the way your tongue occasionally slipped into her dripping pussy, to the little moans that escaped your lips every time she rolled her hips against your face.

“Daddy, please don’t stop,” she whined once she felt your lips on her clit, sucking harshly once again. She rocked her hips against your face, causing her to roll her eyes. You were fucking enjoying this—no, loving it even!

You braced yourself by gripping onto her thighs with one hand as you brought the other up to slip the ring and middle finger into her wet cunt. She gasped loudly, the intensity of both lips on her clit and your fingers in her almost too much for Hyejoo to handle—your mouth and fingers had her completely dumb. After the many times she blocked herself and built so much pent-up sexual need and tension, she did the only thing her mind could tell herself to do: wrap her free leg around your head to grind her cunt against your face, approaching desperately close to her high.

“Ah, I think I’m gonna cum, fuck!” Within a second, you hummed as your fingers sped up inside of her tight pussy, eager to make her cum all over your face. You so desperately wanted to be the first one to make her cum, so hard that she would be seeing stars; the only one who could make Hyejoo this wet; the only one who knew how to properly satisfy her tight little pussy; the only one you’d let call you by your first name—Hyejoo belongs to Kyungwan. At this moment, you realized how she was maybe something more to you. You felt your head turn into mush knowing she was seconds away from achieving an award—making her climax. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum for me then, noona. Cum for daddy,” you replied, moaning into her pussy and fucking your fingers into her at a rough pace.

Her voice broke as she felt an intense wave of pleasure crash over, one she never could’ve imagined before today. She almost took pity on you with how hard she was gripping your bundle of hair, but there was no way in hell she would even attempt to hold back now. The shock that erupted her body seemed to wipe her mind away from any coherent thoughts or sounds; she couldn’t even understand the sounds coming from her mouth and yours. All her mind could comprehend was the occasional “fuck”, followed by a strained moan falling from her lips.

You sighed while glancing towards her face, then approached her bit by bit to close the gap between you. And your mind could only say one thing at that moment.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, love.”

“Love…?” You saw the subtle way her eyes seemed to widen and features perk up. Although her expression showed she understood exactly what you meant, Hyejoo still chose to question you further.

“I know what we’re doing seems a bit fast-paced, but would you like to be my girlfriend?” you said as you were trying to catch every breath and not look stupid in front of her. “I miss having someone by my side, Hyejoo. I’ve been so stressed lately. I never have any time to wind down. I always need to keep making excuses to Haseul whenever she tries to make me fall onto her stupidly seductive attitude. It’s always about fucking a brat like her and never about having fluffy fun anymore. I love sex as much as anyone might, but fuck, sometimes I wish I just had someone to wake up to with… like you.”

She listened attentively to your rant. Although that you two were in the middle of an almost good fuck, it made sense to her.

“All I want and hope is that you—”

Hyejoo, with no hesitation, got up from her spot and jumped over on you, pressing her lips onto yours in the process. Your breath halted as you felt an extravagant event unfold: you melted unto her kiss. It was official, after so many unofficial dates and this moment of oral fucking, she was now your girlfriend.

She looked back down before beginning to undo your sweatpants, revealing your boxers that were doing nothing to hide your raging erection. Upon lightly touching your crotch and the pre-cum leaking from the tip, she knew how you were already trying to hold back from having an orgasm. Hyejoo placed her hand on your boxers to tease you more. She could feel you getting needy with every touch, short breaths wordlessly letting her know that you were too eager to go further. Though she might be a virgin, she wasn’t innocent enough to overlook how much you wanted her.

Hyejoo dropped her head down to lick a soft strip across your boxers, causing you to gasp at the light touch of her tongue. Hyejoo proceeded to leave a few more licks before she finally reached up to slightly tug your boxers down. Placing her lips on the lower part of your stomach, she started to leave feathery kisses on your hot skin while she continued slowly tugging your boxers further and further down.

Your breathing lightly picked up as you allowed yourself to become relaxed at the situation. Your eyes never left hers, even when she had pulled your boxers completely down to reveal your twitching length. She smiled as she left kisses around your base with her tongue just faintly tapping the skin.

“Fuck! Hye baby, please fucking touch me—” She cut you off once she licked a trail up your base to the top before she took you in her mouth and sucked softly on your tip.

Your moans encouraged the soft cub turned beastly wolf to keep going; this time she took your cock all the way into her mouth until she felt the tip hitting the back of her throat which kicked in her gag reflex. Who would’ve thought that your manager that was so prim and proper would be here, without a single worry sucking your needy dick? You placed your hand on top of her head, then gently grabbed her hair to urge her to deepthroat you again.

“Noona, you’re so fucking good at taking me all the way! I don’t want you to stop!” She did as said, this time letting your cock hit the back of the throat repeatedly while reaching above to grip onto your hand to silently tell you to push her even further. You took the hint, took her long locks by the hands, and started to control the movements of Hyejoo’s head.

With a sigh, your head fell back against the wall, relaxed at the warmth of her small mouth stroking and wetting your cock. It was heaven—it felt like nothing mattered at that moment besides this. Who would’ve guessed that this woman of yours would be so damn good at sucking dick? Not you, that’s for sure.

When she hummed against your cock, your hips jerked up. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that Son Hyejoo!”

Of course, this prompted her to hum once again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” You couldn’t take the feeling anymore. Pulling her off of you, tugging her hair up towards your face, you placed a sloppy kiss on her lips. She moaned into the kiss as she grabbed your waist.

You parted your lips before you hastily pushed her forward to let her lay down on her back then after you climbed on top of Hyejoo, you brought your lips to hers once again. Watching her succulent triangle mouth and lips slide up and down on your cock had you yearning for more; you needed her at this moment. She placed a hand on your chest. You hesitantly pulled away, searching her eyes for any ounce of discomfort.

“Shit, I didn’t expect this to be so fun!” she said between slow pants, gazing into your eyes. So she just needed to catch a breath. You smiled before bringing your lips to her ear, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive flesh. You lifted your head up away from hers so that you could look into her deep brown irises, filled with lustful need. The both of you gazed at each other as if it were a staring contest, obviously needing a signal before either of you would allow yourselves to go further

When she nodded, you positioned your cock onto her and eased into Hyejoo’s tender cunt. As eager as you were to fuck Hyejoo, you wanted to savor every moment of her first time with you. You wanted to feel the way her pussy clenched around you instantly, to the way her body jerked up sharply at the stretch from your cock. You drank in every one of her reactions—her parted lips, her eyes which were now squeezed shut, her rising chest—everything. If each of you were in a room full of dimes, Hyejoo would be worth more than a fucking hundred dollars.

Your hands went straight towards her well-endowed chest to grope them, as you played with her perky nipples while you let her adjust to your size. After a brief moment, she tapped on your shoulder: you could start moving now. You brought your hips up before slowly pushing them back down, releasing a pleasurable sigh from you both.

“Oh fuck Kyungie, you’re so big! And the way you touch my tits, holy fuck!” That seemed to fuel your ego, and you quickly snapped your hips once more into her pussy that sucked and needed you like a malfunctioning vacuum cleaner as her hand gripped onto your thighs.

Gradually, your hips picked up their pace as your thrusts became rougher. You had begun to hear the faint sound of skin on skin in the air, mixed with the sound of Hyejoo’s faint and breathy moans. Your moans matched her personality well, both gentle and light, and you felt your heart tingle with every sound that fell from her lips.

“Yeah baby, just like that. God, don’t stop!” When Hyejoo had originally called you over late at night to get wasted, she had no intentions of doing anything. And yet as soon as she witnessed you walk through the door, way before she even asked such a lewd question, her mind became void of anything even remotely innocent. She cursed herself for even having these thoughts. You were only friends, and it would be wrong to engage in such acts. Right? Not anymore. She couldn’t shake the mental image of seeing you cum inside her, the idea of having herself ride such a packing dick, her own face contorted into pleasure, a mess of herself on top of you. She knew she equally wanted you all to herself.

Despite these thoughts, she had managed to keep her composure throughout the night. That is, up until the moment she decided to finally ask that damned question. Within an instant, horniness got the best of you and her. From the moment you had placed your lips on your cunt, she became addicted to the way you felt, smelled like, tasted like. And with every dark moan that came from your lips, Hyejoo’s mind was growing dizzier and dizzier. But before things went even further, you suddenly pulled away.

“I need to know that you want this just as badly as I do,” you whispered as you stared at her with sincerity. She then quickly nodded before she pulled you back, this time connecting your lips in a passionate and desperate kiss.

Hyejoo was in complete awe of the image in front of her. You were on top fucking her, her eyes slightly rolled back and your lips parted as she rode so needily. As per request from those lewd eyes, you reached your hands forward, pulled away from the sloppy kiss, then took a bounty feast on her grand tits with nipples so hard and in need of a sucking. She moaned in response, loving the treatment you were giving her.

“Yeah, you like that baby? You like being treated like an absolute whore for me?” You chuckled when she nodded. The pleasurable pain you were giving only got her off more. You were truly driving her insane, and she couldn’t get enough of you. Your grip on her hips tightened until she was held in place as you thrust even deeper into her. Hye to whine loudly, feeling your high approaching.

“Kyungwan, I’m close!” she warned. With the final thrusts of your hips, her body began to shake, and she could no longer hold herself up. Instinctively, she jerked her hips further in an attempt to move close to you, the pleasure too much for her to handle.

Without another word, you pulled out as you started to jerk yourself off with the intention of exploding all over her delicious breasts. Hyejoo loudly whined at the emptiness of her deprived orifice. You became anxious as to why, but you soon found out the very reason, and boy, did it excite you.

“Hwang fucking Kyungwan, put your cock back in! Cum in me, I’m safe you son of a bitch!”

You shifted your body down back to her cunt, and as you entered back in, she couldn’t help nor care less about the loud noises she was making. She wrapped her arms around your waist, then pulled you back down close as you continued to thrust your hips up into her roughly. All she needed was you deep inside her, your warmth spreading all over.

“Ah~ Kyungie, I’m cumming!”

“Fuck Hyejoo, together!” Upon such ecstatic heat and at the non-stop squeaking noise of your bed, you both made out as both of you were reaching your climaxes. Shortly after, with one final grunt into her neck, your high hit you like lightning. Hyejoo embraced every part of it, from the fullness of your cum spilling inside of her to the warmth of your skin rubbing against hers with every movement. Eventually, your thrusts slowed down as you felt both of your orgasms subside. The room became quiet, the only sounds being Hyejoo’s breathing and your own, and after a few moments, she chuckled softly to herself.

“Gosh. Watching you eat me was hot enough, but your load deep in me? I’m such a slut for you now, you.” You shook your head and chuckled as you climbed off of her before you pulled her by the legs towards you on the edge of the bed. She let out a surprised giggle; she hadn’t expected you to act on it so quickly. Her initial awkwardness vanished; however, once she felt your tongue on her clit, her body melted at the touch. It was then that she knew you both had made the right decision by being together.

“Such a good girl for daddy. You did so well.” Hyejoo felt her sweaty chest rising a thousand times a minute as her mind struggled to comprehend your praises. It was only several minutes later when she finally felt herself beginning to calm down, finally able to catch a breath.

“Damn, that was so fucking hot. You were and still are, so hot. Do you know that, love?”

You smirked as you brought your fingers on her leaking cunt to suck off some of her essence, humming at the taste. After all that happened, you lifted yourself off of her for a moment and reached over to grab your t-shirt so you could clean her up as much as your energy would allow. Your mind was clouded as much as hers; the intensity of your orgasm along with your roughness had affected your dexterity. All that Hyejoo thought was how much she wanted to do that all over again, as soon as you allowed her to.

“I love you, Kyungwan.” Hyejoo fiddled around your neck with her silky fingers, wanting to kiss your lips once again, and you gladly did so, but this time in a more caring and soft manner.

“I love you too, Hye-nim.” She playfully punched your shoulders at the formal honorific. As inner peace and rest slowly seeped in through the both of you, Hyejoo slightly jolted from a reminder she had for herself. She couldn’t help but lightly laugh at the thought. Dumbfounded, you questioned her sudden change in atmosphere after a lengthy hour of such a sexual experience.

“Is there something wrong, why’re you laughing all of a sudden? We aren’t even drunk yet.”

“Kyungwan-ah, what was the reason I called you over here again?” Along her sentence, she kept stumbling for she couldn’t help but keep on letting out laughs. With such, it made sense. How funny it was that you got called for drinks, yet here you were, wasted because of something else.

That being said, this would be worth the many shots you would drink with her later on.

—————— //: END.

Well, it’s glad to be back on a good note. I’m on a BFH these days and also going in too deep into the LOONAverse. Hyejoo’s been up on my list these days, so it’s a check off my draft checkboxes with this one. Tee-hee.

I am also extremely grateful for my resident partner (in crime?) when it comes to these, none other than @worldsover. Awesome person, great in b…rushing up my works. I’ll always be in debt to Levi and his consistent help to not only me, but the writing community. Love him. ^^

That being said, the Midnight continuity is soon to be back on track! We officially have a first name for Hwang, and that is Kyungwan (a reference to Jeongyeon’s birthname)! I already have ideas up my alley. All I need now is to start and finish some of them, just like how I did with this lengthy ass and overdue Hye one.

I’ll see y'all on the next one and continue streaming PTT! <3 xoxo.