Chamisul - Chapter 1: Cash Strapped

"₩1,000...2..."

"2 thousand won... that's barely enough for a ramen pack..."

You stashed the loose bills back into your pocket and trudged along the neon lit cityscape, eventually ending up at a 7/11. Funnily enough, you moved to Seoul in hopes of escaping your mediocre life in the States, but that ever familiar convenience store smell pervades hemispheres, it seems. You thought anything would be better than sitting at home, doing nothing and putting your life to waste; now you sit in a 20 square foot apartment that costs thousands in rent and put it to waste.

"Beef..? or chicken?"

The selection of ramen flavors remained a coin flip to you; the two were equally bad for you, giving off the illusion of choice. Two choices, both bad... sounds familiar.

Settling for chicken, you perused the other aisles (not that you could have afforded anything else). You turned the corner, and a girl, not even as tall as the 5 foot or so shelf, caught your eye. She was on her tippy toes, reaching for a rather large case of alcohol sitting at top of the shelf. Your "chivalrous nature" (you barfed in your head as you said that) instinctively instructed you to walk over and grab the box off the top for the clearly struggling girl.

"Do your parents know you're underage drinking?" you said, smirking at the now pouting girl.

"These aren't for me. They're for my members," the girl said, reaching over your arms to take the box for herself. The instant she did, however, her entire body lurched over, the weight of the soju box causing her to wobble back and forth. After a few stifled giggles, you patted the girl on the head and hoisted the box to carry it. "Come on," you said, "let's go to the cashier."

"You know, I'm not a little kid," the girl said to you as you waited in the long line together, nudging your shoulder. "My name's Nako, and I'm almost 20."

"20 what? Centimeters?"

You stifled another giggle as she punted your shins. "Ouchie. My name's Y/N."

You dropped the soju box down at the cashier's counter, a weight lifted off your shoulders. "ID?" the cashier asked you. You looked at the girl, who was already looking down and away. "I see her game now," you thought to yourself. You pulled out your own ID and flashed it at the cashier, who gives an assuring nod. While the cashier bags up your purchases, you feel a hand reaching down your jacket pocket. You glance over to see a still sheepish Nako, and find enough money in your pocket to cover the soju.

You patted the girl on the head again, who turned to look at you. You appreciatively looked into her eyes for a long time before finally saying, "I need 2,000 more won. For the ramen." The girl, initially taken aback, pout-smiled and begrudgingly pulled out a couple more bills. When leaving the store, the two of you were surprised when you ended up walking in the same direction.

"I could carry that if you want," Nako said to you, with a hint of a worried tone.

"And I would let you, if I wanted to see you fall again". You hoisted the somehow increasingly heavy box up again, stopping it from falling. "How far is your place?"

"So first you're a bully, now you're a stalker?" she joked. "Not far."

The two of you turn a familiar corner, and are met with a familiar building.

"I live here," the two of you said at the same time.

Her expression elicited a mix of shock, doubt, and just a hint of delight.

"You're not just saying that to get into my apartment, are you?" The two of you shuffled into the crowded elevator, Nako hitting the button for the 8th floor.

"7th floor," you whispered. "So you're the one blasting music and keeping me awake at night. "

Nako unlocks the door to her dorm. "Get ready to meet my 11 other members," she whispered. You prepared yourself to be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of 11 other teenage girls, but you heard not a sound coming from anywhere in the apartment. "Just kidding. The others all have a schedule this time on Fridays."

"So what's a young girl like you doing drinking along on a Friday night?" you said, plopping the box down, opening the box and twisting open a bottle for yourself.

"Hey I paid for those! And technically I'm not alone." Nako opens another bottle for herself and plops down on the couch opposite you.

"You're right. You're with a stranger, instead." you replied, downing a good quarter of the bottle.

"So tell me about yourself." Nako inquired, taking a tiny sip from the bottle and grimacing in disgust.

"Let's see... I like long walks in the park and travelling..." you joked. Thoughts of what to say first flooded your mind, making you stumble on your words. You told her about how you moved from the States to study abroad in Korea, and, begrudgingly, how strapped for cash you are. You drunkenly told her, 2 bottles in, how much you missed home, how you felt a tinge of regret coming to Korea. You told her, now 4 bottles in, how tonight was the first nice night in a while.

As you drifted off to sleep right there on the communal couch of Nako's apartment, Nako thought about how she felt like she was talking to a longtime friend rather than a stranger she met a few hours ago. All those thoughts faded when she realized she had to carry you to her room so that her members wouldn't come home to a stranger on their couch.

"Ngh... hmph.." Nako grunted as she literally dragged you from the couch to her bedroom. "God, you need to lay off the ramen..." It took almost half an hour and a herculean effort, but Nako managed to tuck you in her bed. Sweaty and tired, Nako plopped down on the floor in front of you. "I know what it's like, moving from home." She brushed the hair from your eyes. "Korea was scary for me at first too. Sometimes it seems like moving was the wrong choice, like I did everything for nothing. But it's the little things, like yo- er, like my members, that remind me there's more to appreciate than comfort and home. I hope soon you'll find your inspiration too."

Nako gets up from her seated position and takes out a sleeping bag, plopping it on the floor and settling down for the night. You laid awake that night, half drunk and giddy about hearing Nako's entire monologue.

Chapter 2: Apple

Since meeting Nako at the convenience store that night, you've made an effort to see her nearly every day for nearly a month. Whether it be dropping off boba tea for her and her members, or hanging out alone (sometimes drunk) with Nako in her room, the two of you became very close friends. There was that subconscious thought in the back of Nako's mind that you might want to be more than that, but she quickly tossed those thoughts aside out of embarrassment (or maybe fear of rejection?)

"Ya, stop dropping chips on my carpet!" Nako yelled, picking up after you. "Do you want ants? That's how you get ants!"

"I'm surprised you guys don't already have ants, those boba cups I bought you last week are still here." you replied, throwing another chip into your mouth.

"Now that I think of it-" Nako snatches the chip bag out of your hand. "-why do we always hang out at my place? What secrets do you keep at yours?" Nako asks with a sly smile, throwing a chip into her mouth but missing, dropping yet another on the ground.

"Oh I sell drugs. A lot of drugs." you reply. "How 'bout... tonight? Come over? I can bake my world famous cookie brownies."

Nako slaps your shoulder. "Then how are you still broke? Cookie brownies huh... that sounds like diabetes on a plate but... I'm in. I have a schedule in an hour but I'll ring your place right after."

"Great." You jumped off Nako's bed and reached for the door out. "It's... a date." You gave Nako a warm smile, and left the room.

Nako bit her lip, feeling the flutter of a thousand butterflies in her chest. "A date, huh..."  The rest of her members noted she was in a particularly good mood that day.

Ding dong.

You were busy fixing your hair for the last hour when you heard the door ring. Panicking, you hurriedly ran over to your door, opening it with your elbow.

"Hey!" You opened the door to see Nako wearing a sleek, black dress, complete with a full face of makeup and high heels. "H-hey..." you managed to sputter out, in awe at the sight of the beautiful girl.

"Can I help you pick your jaw off the floor?" Nako giggled, moving her hair behind her ear. "Sorry, I accidentally let slip I was going on a, uh, date and my members insisted I just wear what I wore for the photoshoot."

"No! I mean, you look amazing! Come in, the diabetes is almost ready." You closed the door after her, taking a moment to admire her from behind. You never really noticed it before as Nako usually wore an oversized t-shirt around you, but despite her height she had a particularly voluptuous figure, her curves beautifully accented by the tight dress. Not wanting to look creepy, you quickly averted your gaze towards the oven.

A plate of cookie brownies and many, many glasses of wine later, the two of you ended up talking about each other's love life.

"Am I your first?" Nako sheepishly asked.

"Well, we haven't done it yet but I'm glad you're already thinking ahead," you jeered.

Nako smacks your arm and clarifies, "I meant date, pervert. Anyone before me?"

"There was... this woman back in the US. I don't think about it much." you replied, taking a big swig of wine after saying that.

"Woman?" Nako thought. "At least you're oceans away now. It's a win win, you escaped her and you met me!" Nako joked, noticing your hesitance and trying to cheer you up.

You took her hand and smiled, reassured by her words. "Thanks, for helping me forget. I'm talking to the alcohol by the way, not you."

A bit later, the two of you decided to put on a cheesy romance movie to make fun of. By the end of the movie however, the two of you were nearly bawling cuddled over each other.

"I can't b-believe she sacrificed her life for her..." Nako muttered out, huffing and puffing from tears between each word.

You wiped the tears from both your faces with your sleeves and sat her up. "I thought this movie was supposed to be a comedy... I need another drink. Want some?"

"*sniff* Ahem, yes please. I'll take an apple jui- actually, just another glass of wine." You noticed a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"I've got apple juice, if you really want-" you paused your sentence to see Nako itching away at the dress's strap line and shifting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable. "You can take off that dress now - wait not in that way... er, I mean, I've got a spare hoodie for you somewhere"

"N-no, I'm fine, really." You haven't known Nako for very long but you already knew when she was lying - she always blinked twice and avoided eye contact.

"Nako, I know you're uncomfortable." You reached behind the couch for a particularly well oversized hoodie you kept for emergencies. "Here, wear this, it'll make you look ever more like a kid."

"I said I'm fine." Nako retorted, agitated at something.

"Nako, don't be such a baby-"

"I SAID I'M FINE!" Nako screamed.

The two of you sat in shocked silence, an aura of unease filling the room before Nako began to speak up.

"I-I don't know if this is the alcohol talking but... it was really my idea to wear the dress. All the other members wanted me to wear a schoolgirl outfit, or something. I just- I dunno. It feels like everyone treats me like a kid, like I don't know what's good for me. I'm 20 years old, I can make my own decisions. It's the same for you, Y/N. You've called me a kid, a baby, for so long. I'm not your little sister. I want you to see me as a woman."

You paused for a long time, thinking of what to say in response to Nako's confession. You slowly sit down next to Nako and caress her cheek.

"You don't have to convince me of all people, that you're a woman. You don't have to keep wearing this dress to convince me you're beautiful, either. I've been... holding back this whole time, actually. I love the way you walk, the way your hips inadvertently sway when you're doing something, the way your, er breasts move when you get excited over something".

"I want you. As a woman." you declared.

The two of you sat for what felt like an eternity, before your gazes returned to each other, a new sense of longing in both sets of eyes. As if your confessions didn't even happen and nothing else mattered, Nako took initiative and dived into your arms for an embrace. You took one last look into her eyes, before closing them and leaning in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that made you forget about money, school, other girls. A kiss that cemented your feelings for this girl, no, woman. A kiss that, as you would find out later, would be the butterfly wings that cause a hurricane down the road.

Breaking away from the kiss, exhausted and breathy yet content, Nako asks, "How about that juice?"

Chapter 3: Faded

It's been 2 months since you met Nako and 1 since you started dating, and it's everything you wished for and more. Food dates became so frequent that the two of you decided to go on gym dates to balance it out. Nako turned out to be quite the mature partner - communication was on point in your relationship, for the most part. On the physical side of things however...

The farthest you've gone with the woman was that kiss you had on the first date. Sure, you held hands, hugged, and cuddled often, but anything beyond that was few and far between. Not that you minded, Nako was perfect just the way she was, sex wasn't everything - at least, that's what you used to justify the lack thereof.

*thwack*

Nako had flung a piece of candy at your forehead. "Hello? Earth to boyfriend?" Nako smiled, bringing you back to reality.

"Sorry, ship malfunction, lost in the galaxy sector known as 'your eyes'. What were you saying?"

"The party tonight? At the Sapphire Club? Listen, I know you hate these kinds of places but I'd really like to introduce you to my other friends." Nako pleaded.

"*cough* Can't... breathe... need oxygen... CPR..." You feigned choking.

Nako giggled, muttering "idiot" under her breath, and planted a peck on your lips. "After we're done eating, let's shop for an outfit for you."

later that night

"How do I look?" You posed in front of Nako and a mirror, flaunting your new look. The two of you decided on a sleek plaid suit jacket look for you, and a matching blazer look for Nako.

"Like... like you're missing something. Close your eyes." You followed instructions, then heard Nako shuffling around you, stepping as if she was straining. You realized what was happening, and sat down for the poor girl. You felt a delicate hand around your neck, then voice saying "open". You look down to see a cute necklace, very much the same as her's. "We got the matching outfits and I thought, why stop there? Don't worry about the price or anything, it was pretty cheap and-"

Touched by the sentiment, you immediately cupped Nako's face with your hands and gave her a passionate kiss. "I love it. I love... you." Nako's eyes widened at your confirmation of love.

"I love you too."

The Sapphire Club, you googled, was "a place of pleasure, passion, and hedonism". That last one wasn't even a "p", you thought to yourself. Nightclubs aren't really your forte, you'd much prefer staying at home and reading a good book. Nevertheless, you steeled your reserve and prepared to leave a good impression for Nako's friends.

The two of you sat down at a table, drinks already in hand, and waited for Nako's friends to arrive. The first one to arrive was a familiar face, one you saw every day at Nako's dorm. Bob cut blonde hair, particularly large... eyes, none other than Kwon Eunbi. "I hope I didn't keep you two lovebirds waiting. I just had an... appointment with my girlfriend." the woman explained as she sat down.

"In the bathroom? I saw you two go before you sat down." Nako asked.

"Hey, you don't see me nosing around your sex life. Do you even know what sex is?" Eunbi joked, although Nako was clearly annoyed. Under the table you placed your hand on Nako's lap, giving her a reassuring look.

The three of you drank, and drank, and drank, playing truth or dare to pass the time.

"Okayy Y/N, truth? Or dare?" Eunbi slurred, almost 6 shots of tequila in.

Sensing a scolding for having picked truth the past 2 rounds, you elected for dare instead.

"Hehehe! Okay Y/N, I dare you to... lick Nako's ear!"

"Eh? Why just my ear?" Nako looked puzzled, as innocent as a young bunny rabbit.

You yourself were 7 shots in, confident from the liquid courage. You leaned into Nako's ear and whispered, "Let me know if I'm doing good."

This sent shivers down the girl's spine, whose face was now flushed, feeling hot and bothered.

You started at the outer edge, slowly licking from bottom to top. Nako's lower half started fidgeting, almost as if to hide something. Your tongue now flicked around the inner part of the ear, each flick making Nako flinch ever so slightly. Her breathing became heavier, shakier. You decided to end the girls torment with a gentle blow to the ear. "Mmf..." Nako bit her lip and stifled a moan. As you leaned back to admire your handiwork, you noticed the sweat forming on Nako's forehead and several buttons undone from her blazer.

"Wow Y/N! They should call you the ear whisperer, you tamed this cute submissive bunny just from her ears!" Eunbi applauded.

Nako nervously giggled, fanning her face and asked "O-okay, who's next?", desperate to take eyes off of herself.

"I think that's you, bunny." You smiled, taking yet another shot as a pat on the back for a job well done.

"Okay... Eunbi-unnie, truth or dare?"

"Truth, just so we could get to the good stuff between you two," Eunbi chuckled as she spoke.

"What did you do with your girlfriend in the bathroom?" Nako inquired.

"You sure? If I tell you you won't have another hands free orgasm? We just messed around in there." Eunbi reached into her purse and pulled out a bullet shaped vibrator. "If edging her and playing with her clit for 30 minutes straight counts as just 'messing around', haha."

Nako, either scared or aroused by the scenario, cleared her throat and moved on. "A-anyways, where is she anyways?"

A figure stumbled from the bathroom, a girl with a light brown bob cut and blazer outfit lurched closer. From afar the woman seemed familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. As the woman came within seeing distance, your eyes widened, your systems sobering up as if it was a dire emergency.

"Ryujin?" you asked.

Chapter 4: Cataclysm

2 years ago

It was a Sunday afternoon, the day after a night of heavy, heavy drinking. At least, you think; you couldn't remember much. You turned off your blaring phone alarm, slamming it against the wall. You felt a piercing headache, caused by the glare shining though your window blinds. A groggy stumble to your kitchen took every ounce of sober energy out of you, forcing open the fridge and pulling out a half-finished bottle of vodka. Glug, glug, glug. Finished, now.

You knew this scene very well, it was a weekly occurrence after all. Party, drink, sleep, work, repeat. Life seemed a futile existence, doomed to waste your life away in a groundhog day-esque situation.

Until you met her.

She was a friend of a friend of a friend, a recurring face in your weekly escapades. The first time she said "hi", it was during your birthday.

You left behind the cacophony of music and laughter that was your living room and sat down at your front porch. You dropped your head into your palms, somehow feeling alone in a house full of people. You bet none of them knew your name, they were just there for the free booze. Speaking of, you probably should've brought some on your way out.

You sensed a hand motion past your face, and heard a swish of liquid. "You look like you need this," a woman's voice said. You noticed a red Solo cup filled to the brim with a clear liquid, and holding it was a woman wearing a comfy looking sweater and scarf.

"Thanks," you replied, taking the cup without a second thought. You chugged the entire cup, not leaving a single drop left. But you noticed you were missing that familiar burning sensation in your throat.

"Water. Helps the hangover. The name's Ryujin."

"I wouldn't have minded vodka. I'm Y/N."

The woman sat down next to you, bundling up in her winter garb. Ryujin blew out a hot breath, the vapor visibly condensing in front of you. "I can't tell if it's brave or stupid you're not wearing any sleeves in this weather." she said with a smirk.

"I'd go with the latter," you said, standing up and facing her. "Wanna get an actual drink inside?"

The two of you shuffled through the crowded living room. "I'm gonna get us a seat somewhere upstairs, get me a rum and coke, will you?" Ryujin practically yelled over the blaring speakers. You trudged forward, making sure not to step on the unconscious man on the floor in the kitchen.

You carefully poured the cocktail to its exact specifications; you've probably made hundreds of rum and coke's in your lifetime. You carried the two drinks up the stairs, almost slipping on a pair of underpants in the hallway. "I hope those aren't mine," you thought to yourself. You checked the guest room, not a soul in sight. The walk in closet, still no. Disappointed, you trudge to your bedroom fearing you were once again left alone. There, on the foot of your bed, Ryujin sits legs crossed over one another, a devilish grin forming on her face. Her blazer was unbuttoned all the way, revealing she was wearing nothing beneath. "Thought you chickened out on me, was starting to worry."

You approached the girl, intimated by the sheer seductive aura she possessed. "I-I brought the-" you got within arms length before Ryujin smacked the drinks out of your hands and grabbing you by the collar.

"Need any more hints?" Ryujin pulls you in for a kiss, your lips crashing into hers and your bodies falling onto the bed. It was a primal endeavor, your minds attuned towards a single goal: pleasure. Your kisses were sloppy yet passionate, wet yet sensual.

You pulled away to admire your handiwork, lipstick smeared all over her face and yours, Ryujin herself a breathy mess. You dived into the crevice of her neck, suckling as if your life depended on it. "Mmh... fuck..." Ryujin moaned, directly into your ear. A dark red bruise formed, and you decided it wasn't enough. One more, another, until her neck became the Jackson Pollock painting of necks.

You unfurled her blazer to reveal her supple breasts, immediately bending down to suck on one and lightly pinch the other. Ryujin ran her fingers through your hair with one hand, and scratching your back with the other. It hurt, in the best way possible.

Ryujin, desperate to explore your body, pushed you down on the bed and straddled you. The woman allowed the blazer to drape down off her body, squeezing her breasts together performatively. Ryujin unbuckled your belt, pulling down your pants to reveal an already erect member. She grabs it by the hilt in what felt like a stranglehold, again, hurting in the best way possible. With one hand slowly stroking up and down and the other drawing circles with her thumb at your tip, the slow burn of pleasure made you squirm in your position.

Ryujin bent down, giving your tip a small kiss, before taking the entire rod in one fell swoop. With a free hand Ryujin reached towards her vagina, schlicking away while she deepthroats.

"I'm gonna.." you moaned.

All of a sudden, Ryujin completely stops and leans in close, face to face. "If you're gonna cum, it better be in me."

Ryujin hoists herself up on top of your member, positioning the tip right against her folds. She edges it ever so slightly, prodding her own entrance. "W-wait if you insert now I'm gonna-" you begged.

That push was all she needed. "That makes... ngh... two of us!" Ryujin slammed herself into your penis, taking it down all the way to the hilt. A surge of ecstasy and pleasure filled your body, a spreading warmth filled hers. Ryujin collapsed onto your chest, the two of you breathing heavily.

It was a Sunday morning, the day after a night of remarkably light drinking. You turned on your phone, alarm not due for another 3 hours. You took a deep, refreshing breath, caused by the open window allowing fresh air in. A peppy spring to your kitchen brought a smile to your face, despite the trashed house and the unknown stench filling the room, you saw her.

Ryujin, her hair tied up and wearing your favorite apron, flipped a delicious looking omelet with ease. "Morning. Sleep well?" she asked, with a wink.

"Ryujin?!" you asked again. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Y/N, what a surprise." A familiar devilish smile appeared on her face, one that previously elicited arousal now turned fear in your eyes. She took a seat next to Eunbi, cupping her cheek and giving her a long, passionate, tongue-y kiss.

Eunbi pulled away, still sloppy drunk. "Y/N, you've met my Ryujinie?? Small world, ahaha!" Eunbi passed out onto the table, down for the count.

You turned to Nako, who had an expression you have never seen before in the 2 months you've known her. Confusion... jealousy... empathy... all rolled into one.

Suddenly, Nako stood up and took you by the hand. "I just remembered, I have an early schedule tomorrow, Y/N and I should really get going. Please take care of Eunbi-unnie for me, Ryujin." Nako gave her a nod, but you felt a sense of distrust in her gaze.

As the two of you left the table, Nako held you by the arm and whispered into your ear, "I just thought you needed an escape. We can talk about it when we get home."

You turned back to see Ryujin, slowly waving goodbye, all the while keeping that same devilish grin.

Chapter 5: Dawn

The taxi ride home was filled by an awkward silence, the two of you looking outside opposite sides of windows. Nako fiddled with the bottom edge of her blazer, her thoughts clouded with uncertainty. Who was Ryujin to Y/N? Why did he look like the devil himself walked in when she did? Why is Y/N not saying anything?

You peered out the window to see an unfamiliar road. A coast, peering over the horizon. You checked your phone for the time, 5:29 AM.

"This is it. Have a good morning," the taxi driver called out to you.

You looked at Nako, who gave you a reassuring, yet worried smile. "Come on, we're here."

You stepped out of the car to feel a cold, ocean breeze. The salty smell of the sea tinged your nose, almost reinvigorating your spirit. "This place is... beautiful, Nako."

"I know, that's why we came here."

The two of you walked down to the beach shore, taking synchronized steps crunching on the wet sand. You pensively took her hand, looking to her eyes for approval.

Another reassuring, worried smile. You felt a sense of guilt, not knowing why.

"I know Ryujin." You took her by both hands now, looking straight into her eyes, and prepared for the worst.

"I love her. Loved, her. Bad choice of words," you laughed nervously. Nako continued staring straight into your eyes, not a smile on her face.

"I met her in the US, when I still studied there. We met at my 19th birthday party, actually. We, uh, started seeing each other after that. She's actually the reason I'm here." A stronger breeze rolled through the air. You took off your suit jacket and placed it over Nako's shoulders, then took both of her hands once again.

1 year, and 6 months ago

"Happy 6-month anniversary babe," you said, standing behind Ryujin and removing your hands from her eyes.

In front of both of you, your dinner table, and two ornate slips of paper.

"What's... this?" Ryujin asked, picking up the papers with a slight smile.

She turns over the slips, and on them, the words "FLIGHT 2766: S. KOREA".

"Y/N... I..." Ryujin drops the tickets and covers her mouth with her hand, stepping back from the table.

"You don't have to say anything babe. I know how long you've wanted this, to return home".

You took her in a deep embrace, unaware she was holding back tears not for you, but for herself.

The next morning, you woke up, noticing something missing from the other side of the bed. You hopped out of bed, expecting the smell of eggs, bacon, toast, or whatever Ryujin cooked for breakfast. But you smelt nothing, heard nothing, saw nothing. Not even the tickets you left on the table. Instead, a note.

On it were 4 words that would echo throughout your mind since then.

"I don't love you."

Your gaze fell to your feet, finished telling Nako what had happened. Your eyes slowly raised to meet hers, tears now welling in her eyes. For you, not her.

Nako took your head and rested it against her shoulder, pulling you in for an embrace. "You don't deserve that." She stroked the back of your hair with one hand, drawing circles with her palm on your back with the other.

You always thought about what Ryujin had said, never about whether or not you deserved it. Out of nowhere, as if the floodgates of 2 years of torment had opened, you started bawling, right into Nako's shoulder.

"Shh, shh, I know. I know."

It was a long, damp walk home. The two of you had spent all your pocket money on drinks and the cab ride, leaving you stranded on the shore. Neither of you cared, however.

You opened the door to your apartment, Nako in tow behind you. You trudged along to your kitchen, taking off your socks and wringing them out into the sink.

"Gross," Nako said while giggling, collapsing onto your bed.

"Hey, don't get saltwater on my sheets, they're silk!" You said while laughing. You took off your soaked clothes and threw on a hoodie and sweats, too lazy and emotionally drained to take a shower.

"I don't think this is seawater on my clothes, I think it's tears," she said sarcastically, pulling off her blazer and throwing it at your face. She grabbed a loose hoodie on the floor next to her, the same one you gave her on your first date, and put it on.

You walked over to Nako and your bed, and collapsed directly onto her, laying your head on her chest.

"I love you. Now more than ever." You mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

"I love you too."

Heat Wave | Jo Yuri

🍨 details: bratty/subby Yuri x (m) reader smut? sign me up  😩 

🍨 word count: ~2.5k

🍨 a/n: this legitimately took me like 5 months to write and im still not that satisfied why are smut scenes so hard (pun not intended) to get right omg

“Y/N-ah… oh fffu…Y/N-ah…”

Your eyes groggily flicker open, opening wide at the sight in front of you.

Your friend since middle school, Jo Yuri, her sheer pink top desperately hanging off one shoulder and panties around one leg as she grinded her folds against the bulge restrained by your underwear. You felt a distinct dampness welling below, whether it was from you or her, it wasn’t certain. Yuri quickened her pace, made possible by the puddle forming over your underwear. Yuri began to buckle out of sheer pleasure, suddenly crossing her arms over you and holding on for dear life. Despite her overwhelming feelings of stimulation and pleasure, Yuri’s pace hadn’t even begun to let up.

“Yuri… I… I’m close… I think i’m gonna…”

Poke.

“Do it! Ruin your boxers for me! Mmmf oh fu…”

Poke.

“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!”

Your hand slapped at the finger poking your cheek, jolting you awake.

“Y/N-ah, you’re out of popsicles! Go buy more!”

You groggily open your eyes for the second time that morning to see Jo Yuri, your ever-annoying childhood friend, playing video games on your TV. After confirming you were awake, Yuri leapt up and plopped back down at her nest of popsicle sticks and wrappers, picking back up her controller and unpausing the game - the volume exceedingly loud and giving you a headache. A second headache that is; the first one is currently killing zombies on your living room floor right now.

You had been having these uncharacteristic (to say the least) dreams about Yuri recently. It was strange, you had never looked at her in that light until these dreams had started. You couldn’t understand why; to you, the girl sitting on popsicle trash mimicked a fat dragon sitting on its stash of gold.

“Aish, I died. Y/N, what are you doing? Popsicle time!” Yuri motioned circles with her fingers, signaling you to hurry up.

You got up from bed and stumbled over to the girl, towering over. Yuri looks up at you and gives a disingenuous, mischievous smile. You angrily pinch her cheek, making her wince and groan in the process.

“What do we say, Yuri-ah?”

“Oww… the strawberry… get the strawberry flavor…”

You pinch even harder.

“Ahn! Please! Strawberry please!”

“That’s more I like it. I have an errand to do, so I’ll be back in 2 hours.”

Yuri massages her now violated cheek. “2 hours?! It’s 90 degrees out I need those popsicles!”

You toss on some sandals and open the door to leave, but not before yelling as the door closes, “Then get them yourself, dummy!”

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“Hm, I guess they’re closed on Saturdays. Guess that brat’ll get her popsicles an hour and a half early.”

You trudge home, having practically sweat through your entire shirt in the 30 minutes you were outside. You wanted nothing more than to take a cold shower in the comfort of your own home, so you quicken your pace.

“Yuri-ah, delivery.”

No response. Huh, maybe she went out after all, you think to yourself.

You kick off your shorts and sandals and throw off your shirt, content with being alone for what seemed like the first time in months. You head straight for the shower, opening the door without a second thought.

In front of you stands a fresh out of the shower Yuri, one hand holding a towel over her lady parts and the other attempting (and only partially succeeding) to hide her petite breasts.

Not a word was uttered between you for what seemed an eternity, even when Yuri forcefully shoved you out and slammed the door in your face. You’re somewhat glad she did, the sight of the scene and the thought back to the dream you had this morning started to cause a swelling in your pants. You lightly slap your cheeks with both hands, hoping some blood would rush to your other head instead.

A few minutes later Yuri pops out in an oversized t-shirt, hair still wet from the shower. She looks at you, then the box of popsicles on the counter. Still without a word, she swipes two bars and rips one open before plopping down at her gamer nest once again.

An awkward silence fills the room, before Yuri clears her throat, attempting to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

“Y-you know, people usually pay to see that.”

“H-huh?” you mutter, startled by the broken silence.

Yuri takes one look at your flushed face, almost reinvigorating her brat-like energy. A mischievous smile appears on her face as she turns around, flat on her stomach still facing the TV.

“Cat got your tongue? Understandable, after seeing a body of my caliber~” Yuri jeers, kicking her legs in the air in the process. The girl was still wearing shorts under her oversized tee, but the majority of her lower half - particularly her plump thighs - were exposed. You hated that she was right.

Hoping to clear your mind some, you walk over to the couch off to her side. This only served to give you a crystal clear view of Yuri sticking the popsicle into her mouth.

“Mmf, shih.” Yuri swears, having died in her game. Hands occupied by the controller, Yuri kept the popsicle in her mouth purely out of suction. And it sounded like it, too.

“*schlurp” Mm, I tolh you to get sthrawberry! *schlip*“ Drips from the popsicle drool out of the side of her mouth. Yuri pauses the game to free her hands, trailing the streams of drippings with her finger and bringing it to her tongue, suckling on it to make sure it was licked clean.

As soon as she was done with the popsicle, Yuri tossed the stick aside and snaps her fingers at you. "Another please! Consider this payment for your fap material later tonight, hee hee.” Yuri jabs, with a wink and a demeaning giggle.

At this point you were very obviously aroused, whether it was Yuri’s intent or not you didn’t know. But strangely, you were also angry. Like you wanted to get even.

A lightbulb dings in your head as you jump up to grab a popsicle. You open the now partially melted bar, and bring it over to Yuri. You crouch over the girl’s legs, still stomach down on the floor.

“Eh?” Yuri looked back behind her, locking eyes with you. Without breaking eye contact, you flick your wrist down, slapping the back of her right thigh with the popsicle.

“Oops.”

“Ahhn! That’s really cold!” Her squirms under you only signal you to rub the popsicle around her thigh even more.

Yuri’s squirms lift up her shirt a little, exposing her lower back and giving you an idea. You raise the hem of her shirt with one hand and touch the popsicle to the dip of her back.

“What the fffu-! Ah! Not there!” Yuri tries to swipe behind her with one arm, but has to return to her controller for the game. You get another brilliant idea, now taking the popsicle to the side of her neck.

“Ahhhn!” Yuri recoils, turning to hide her exposed neck. “Mmf…dammit… I just took a shower…”

You couldn’t tell what pushed your buttons more, Yuri’s moans or seeing the brat princess not being able to act high and mighty for once.

You look up to see Yuri had already powered the game off.

“Get off already, I gotta take another shower.”

Yuri lifts off the ground with her arms, but you gently push her back down.

“Nuh-uh, I’m getting my money’s worth,” you say without thinking.

“Wait, wha-”

You grab onto Yuri’s grape flavored thigh. Your mouth begins to water. Your brain can’t think of anything but ‘devour’. Flipping back the switch in your head, you hesitate for a second, wondering if you were pushing this too far. A bead of sweat drips down your brow. You take a gulp, and start to get up before Yuri interrupts you, grabbing at your shirt from behind her.

“Yuri, let me go, this isn’t right we should-”

Yuri pulls you in harder.

“Make me.”

This little slut. You dive in.

Your tongue trails Yuri’s thigh from the behind of her knee to the bottom of her cheeks. One more run through. Another. The grape flavor of the popsicle became intertwined with the salty taste of sweat, clouding your mind until all that was left was the taste of Yuri. Yuri squirms, but not in an evasive way like before. This… this was pleasure.

You lift up and off the rest of Yuri’s shirt to reveal her bare back, not having put on a bra. Your tongue trails from her lower back to her nape. You plant kisses on your way up, sending gentle jolts of electricity down Yuri’s spine.

“I can’t… mmf… take anymore…”

You move up to hover over her neck, kissing once before sucking, hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. Make it two.

“Fuuuuck, right there… harder…daddy…” Yuri’s eyes go wide once she realizes her slip up. “I, er, mean… I didn’t…”

“Fuck it. I want you to fuck this tight brat cunt silly. Daddy.” Yuri demands as she turns around and wraps her arms around your neck, that mischievous smile returning where it belongs.

The switch in your head shifts into overdrive after hearing your new nickname. Yuri was your annoying best friend. Now she’s your little toy.

You caress Yuri on the cheek, admiring how beautiful she looks wanting to be destroyed. You kiss her on the lips; she deserves a little reward. Yuri pulls away.

“When I said harder, I meant har-”

Choke. You shut her up with a vice grip on her throat. She responds with a smile. Your grip loosens, and Yuri takes a second to catch her breath.

“*cough* Whew, p-perfect. That’s all this little slut deserves. Again.”

Choooooke. Yuri’s face turns red, from arousal or desperation, it doesn’t matter. Your free hand wanders down Yuri’s body, taking a pit stop pinching her perky nipples, until it finds its home rubbing against her folds through her panties. You feel Yuri’s legs kick against the floor behind you, ecstasy building on her face. Yuri taps out, her hand slapping against your arm.

“Ah- *cough cough* fuck that was hot. I can’t- *cough* I can’t be the only one having all the fun.” Yuri reaches for your erection, rubbing up and down through your underwear.

“Not yet. One more thing.” You reach for a pair of pants left on your couch and pull the belt from it’s buckles. You make a loose loop and place it around Yuri’s neck, then proceed to tighten it. Not hard enough to block airways, but enough to lead your pet around with ease.  And lead you did, dragging Yuri on all fours down the hallway into your room and onto your bed.

“You’ve got me where you want, Daddy. Now what?” Yuri utters, followed by a smirk and a lip bite.

You straddle Yuri’s chest, erection full mast in front of her face. Yuri reaches to pull your underwear down, Your entire length nearly smacking her in the face. Yuri bites her lip in anticipation, stroking your rod up and down in the meantime. “Go slow, I don’t think I can take the whole-”

You interrupt her by pushing your tip against her lips, which immediately purse open in submission. Against her wishes, you invite yourself to the back of Yuri’s throat, thrusting in and out. To your surprise, Yuri’s eyes were kept open, no tears nor redness in her face; a slight smile even forming on her face. Seeing this as a challenge, you plunge the deepest you can go, keeping yourself there for a particularly long time until Yuri starts to gag and taps out on your leg.

“You held out for a while. Have you been practicing?” you say, caressing your pet’s cheek as a reward.

“*cough* I don’t tell you to buy the jumbo popsicles for nothing. *cough cough*”

You shuffle backwards off Yuri’s chest, finding yourself between her legs and in open view of her utterly soaked panties. With a Pavlovian response your mouth starts to water; your hands move on their own to practically rip her panties from her legs.

In missionary, you rub the length of your shaft against Yuri’s folds, feeling a burning heat akin to the surface of the sun with each pass through. Eventually the slickness becomes too much, and your tip unwittingly finds its way inside Yuri.

“Nnnh… n-now this… this you really have to take slowly…” Yuri utters out, her voice trembling with overstimulation. Feeling sincerity in your pet’s words, you enter as slowly as your temptation allows. You watch as Yuri’s folds try their hardest to accept this foreign object, feeling her walls clamp down on every inch of you. Until, finally, you bottom out as your hilt rests against her entrance.

“Holy fuck daddy… if you move an inch I’ll cum…” Yuri says, stretching out her entrance with two fingers.

As much as you’d hate to admit it, you felt the same. To endure the edge of your climax you crash your lips into Yuri’s, years of want and passion paying off in a single kiss. Your tongues dance around, each of your individual juices now mixing in two places at once. You pull away to see a strand of saliva leading from Yuri’s tongue, sticking out from the overstimulation. Her eyes were now glazed over, overwhelmed by the two-front attack.

“Yuri, I can’t hold it…”

“Mmmh, mhm.” Yuri musters out, words escaping her thoughts only to be left with mindless moans.

You start thrusting, in and out, slowly rising in speed. Yuri loudly squeals, throwing her head backwards, her nails digging into your back. Yuri’s walls clamps harder than you can ever imagine, thrusting now a laborious yet gratifying endeavor. The pressure builds, and builds, until…

Pop.

You spurt seemingly endlessly into the depths of Yuri’s core, her walls pulsating with glee. You collapse forward, lips colliding now listlessly yet satisfied. The room is silent apart from your individual breathless pants.

You lay on your back next to Yuri, who cuddles up next to you on your chest. You enjoy this moment of calm.

That is, until you remember it’s 100 degrees out.

“Yuri, it’s hot..” you say, as you to try peel Yuri’s arm off your chest.

“Mm-mm.” Yuri says in defiance, now clinging onto you with a death grip.

“Yuri you little-”

“Brat. But you love it.” Yuri nuzzles her cheek into your shoulder.

You hated that she was right.

Feral | Isa

🐾 details: catgirl petplay pillow princess gf Isa x (M) reader!

🐾word count: ~1.5k

🐾a/n: just a short-ish rough and unedited smut to get back into the swing of things! (although in reality i’ll probably just see y’all in another ~2 months 🥴)

“Babe. Babe! Look. Over there.”

You turn from watching your girlfriend almost choke on a fry to see another couple sitting behind you. You didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, until you squint your eyes and see that the woman was wearing a set of puppy ears and a collar complete with a leash, firmly within the man’s grasp.

“Weird huh? Is that even allowed in public? Look, look! Oh my god…”

You turn again to see the woman now on all fours, the man hand feeding her whilst ruffling her hair as if it were a dog’s scruff.

“I think it’s kind of endearing in a weird fucked up sorta way,” you say before turning to see Isa visibly cringing at the sight.

“Aish. She needs to respect herself more.”

“Chaeyoung-ah, you of all people have no right to kink shame,” you say with a sly smile, her face reddening by the second.

“A-at least I keep that to myself.” Isa pats her lips with a napkin in an attempt to wipe the shame off her face.

You fondly remember your first time with Isa. It was, after all, the first time ever you thought you had killed someone.

“God, she’s holding her breath an awfully long time…”  you thought to yourself, thrusting deeply into Isa with both hands clasped around her throat. “She remembers the safeword’s ‘vanilla’ right?” Isa’s face was a beautiful display of both anguish and vicious pleasure.

After a minute of this Isa’s legs began to thrash about, her back arching and the light slowly fading from her eyes. “I should really let go…”  The second your grip let up Isa grabbed your wrist binding you to her throat, her eyes staring daggers into your soul as if they were saying, “don’t you dare fucking stop”.

“What a fucking cockslut,” you let slip under your breath. It seemed Isa took that as a compliment, her back arching for the final time and her face turning a bright reddish purple. Her grip on you down below felt like a vice. Her hand’s grip on you however, loosened as her arm fell to her side. You let go of the girl’s throat, a slight bruise already forming at the base of her neck.

“Isa?” you ask, still balls deep in the unconscious girl. No response. You begin to panic, lightly slapping her cheek until Isa finally chokes out a mutter you didn’t quite hear.

“W-What was that babe?” you lean in closer for a closer listen.

Isa grabs you by the collar pulling you inches from her face. “One more fucking go.”

You blink the nostalgic memory from your eyes to see the prim and proper Isa cutting into her burger with a fork and knife, a napkin neatly placed upon her lap.

“What?” Isa asks questioning your absentminded look.

“Nothing,” you mutter, wiping the smile off your face. “Back to the elephant in the room. Or should I say… dog in the room?”

You wait for even a tiny snicker, but to no avail.

“Ugh. I can’t think about that anymore. I can’t imagine myself in that position.”

You began to imagine her in that position. Many positions, actually.

“Y'know, I can see it,” you say, stealing a fry much to her annoyance. “What would it take to convince you to try it?”

“In your dreams. Maybe if you were the dog.” Isa giggles at the image in her head.

That didn’t sound too bad , but you already had a goal in your sights. “Pretty please? I’m at least 40% confident you’ll like it.”

“Babe. No means n-”

You interrupt Isa by reaching under her chin, scratching lightly. Your hand travels to her cheek, stroking it lightly with your thumb before your other fingers find its way behind her ear, scratching and massaging the patch of hair behind it.

Isa’s eyes roll back, her mind going blank from the strange yet satisfying sensation. “Oh.” she utters out. “Oh no.”

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“Oh…” Isa moaned. “Oh fuck…”

The sound of skin slapping skin echoes throughout your bedroom, pounding away at your girlfriend doggystyle upon your bed. Resting atop her now frizzled sex hair was a pair of cat ears, something that took a lot of convincing and wine over dinner.

“I’m already… fuck I’m close…” Isa moans, now thrusting back herself. Exasperated, and between breaths, Isa yells out in ecstasy. “Gimme… that… fucking…. dick!”

“Meow for me.”

“H-huh?”

You continued pounding. Harder, even. You lean in close, practically breathing into her ear.

“Meow for me, slut.”

“I don’t… ahh god… dammit…” Isa reluctantly complies with your request, whispering, “N-nyaa~” as she tries to hide her face in your pillow covers.

“Louder.” You slap the right side of her ass, jolting the poor girl whose yelp you heard muffled by your pillow.

“Fuck, nyaa~! Cum inside me!”

Satisfied by breaking in your pet, you decide to comply with her requests, for once. You felt the pressure build and build, every inch of Isa’s walls tightening in response. Both of you step over the edge, seed spilling into the deepest parts of Isa’s core.

Isa’s legs quake and buckle under you, her head drooping down and bracing for impact. You hear her muffled cries into your pillow, akin to the whimpers of a touch hungry pet.

Isa’s heavy breathing began to subside. As she sat up to gather her bearings she was hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure. You were still in her.

“Fffuck, Y/N, pull out already… I’m tapped out…”

Isa slouched forward and began to slide herself off you. You push further, feeling deeper than ever.

“FUCK what are you doing?! Mmf, get off of me…” her mouth says. Yet you feel her grind against you ever so slightly.

You reach over your bed frame for a little gift. Hanging hidden off to the side was a leashed collar fit with a nametag; “Cockslut”. You got some dirty looks at the pet store for that one.

“You can’t be serious… don’t…” Isa mutters out, still reeling from her climax and too tired to protest.

You clasp the collar around Isa’s neck, stroking her cheek on the way back up. You felt her nuzzle against your hand.

“It’s… a little tight… gimme a sec.” Isa complains, adjusting the collar with the few fingers she can fit between it and her neck.

“If anything, it needs to be tighter. Then maybe you’ll shut up and take it.” A mischievous smile begins to form on Isa’s face. You begin to slide in and out of Isa, now laying prone on your bed. Her walls were slick, painted in full by your first climax.

“Fffuck daddy… nice and slow for your little kitten…” Isa jeers back with a sly smile, finally leaning into her role.

“Who’s a good girl?” you say, slow and steadily fucking Isa into submission.

“Me, nyaa~ I’m a dirty little slut who loves being treated like a kitty…”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You reach over to caress your kitty’s cheek, and are met with slickness - Isa’s wayward tongue finds your other fingers, beginning to suck on each one. You hook onto the inside of Isa’s cheek, pulling it open.

“Fugh, I'vfe hag enouf…. fugh me thill I purr bhaybh…” Isa slurs out, spit dribbling down her chin onto your pillows.

“Looks like kitty made a mess… does kitty deserve this orgasm after all?” You stop in your tracks once more.

“Nho, pleath! Makhe me cumh! I'mh begghingh!”

“Only because you’ve been such a good girl till now. Now cum, you slut.” You took your fingers out of Isa’s mouth and slid one into her asshole, slick to enter from the excess spit. You couldn’t tell whether the slow and steady buildup or the sudden anal intensified the girl’s climax more, but Isa quaked and pleaded for mercy like never before. Isa collapsed, her breathing ragged and shuddery.

Isa reaches behind her, slowly regaining consciousness. Isa pulls you out of her, wiggling her ass as she did to ensure you didn’t get bored. She turns around to face you, spreading her legs for the view.

“…Paint me white.”

You listened. Shuffling closer to Isa’s face, you begin stroking your cock over her lips. Isa teased and prodded with her tongue all over your head, eager to milk you dry.

“Ah, fuck, I can’t hold it… open wide.”

Your first spurt overshoots and covers Isa’s hair and cheek, the second hitting its mark and landing straight down her throat.

With a hand shaped like a paw, Isa wipes the strand off her cheek, lapping it up while staring those same daggers into your eyes.

You collapse next to your girlfriend, the afterglow blindingly bright.

“Fuck…” is all you could muster out.

“Fuck.” Isa replies. “Now get me out of this,” pointing to her collar.

Oh, right.

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After a shower and a change of sheets, you find yourself cuddling and spooning Isa in bed.

“That couple ain’t so strange now, huh?” You couldn’t deny yourself from getting the last laugh.

“I-I’m throwing everything away in the morning, that’s never happening again…” You could feel the heat from Isa’s red face emanate.

“Oh no you aren’t, that collar was $20, I’m getting my money’s worth.”

“If anybody hears about this, I’m stabbing you. Got it?”

“It’ll be our little secret, kitten.” You whisper into her ear.

“Shut up. And hold me tighter.”