#we miss you choerry...

[chrissssssmut]

Can you do the seven half-sisters thing again? With him going into the army before college, changing his appearance (becoming more handsome and looking more like a grown man), height and posture, even his voice , which was no longer that voice of a teenager

Bad Brother, Worst Sisters

Yandere w/ Smut

Yandere Ryujin, Lisa, Jo Yuri, Kazuha, Choerry, Rei and Miyeon x Male Reader

AN: Last story for this week! I haven't slept if anyone's wondering hahaha, I was too busy trying to finish this. This story was done by me but i was helped by a dear friend of mine.

Enjoy this one! I will be sleeping now hahaha XD

(God this lineup is so goated tbh)

The announcement of your enlistment was met with indifference. Your step-sisters barely reacted.

Ryujin was slouched on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She barely spared you a glance. “Cool. Have fun in boot camp or whatever.”

Lisa chuckled, twirling a strand of her hair. “Gonna get all buff, huh? Maybe you’ll actually become useful.”

Jo Yuri shrugged. “It’s not like you had a choice. Every guy has to go.”

Kazuha tilted her head, expression blank. “When do you leave?”

You sighed. “Tomorrow morning.”

Choerry smiled, but there was no warmth. “Well, don’t die or anything.”

Rei simply nodded. Miyeon muttered a quick “Good luck.”

That was it. No tears, no sentimental goodbyes—just a few passive comments before they returned to whatever they were doing.

It wasn’t surprising. You had always been more of an outsider in the family. Your step-sisters never went out of their way to be cruel, but they weren’t exactly warm either. They lived in their own little world, and you were just... there.

You left without looking back.

Months of grueling training changed you. When you stepped through the front door, the air in the house felt different.

Silence.

Then—

Ryujin appeared first. She stopped in her tracks, eyes scanning you up and down. Her usual lazy smirk was gone. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Lisa leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers gripping a glass of water so tightly it might crack. “Holy shit.”

Jo Yuri tilted her head, brows furrowing. “No way… that’s you?”

Kazuha stepped forward cautiously. “Your voice…” she murmured, as if hearing it felt unreal.

Rei swallowed, her gaze locked onto your face. “You look so… different.”

Miyeon placed a hand on her chest, a slow smile spreading on her lips. “You’ve grown into such a fine man, haven’t you?”

Choerry bit her lip, her gaze dark and unreadable. “And we just let you leave looking like that?”

You laughed awkwardly, setting your duffel bag down. “Well, yeah. It’s still me.”

But their stares didn’t waver. They were studying you—absorbing every inch of the new you.

That first night back, you could feel their eyes on you. Whenever you moved around the house, they were there. Watching. Observing. If you passed by the living room, one of them would be lounging nearby, pretending to be on their phone. If you went into the kitchen, you’d suddenly feel a presence behind you, too close for comfort.

The air was thick with something unspoken. Their casual indifference was gone, replaced with something else entirely.

At first, their behavior seemed harmless.

Lisa, who used to tease you relentlessly, started making excuses to be close. “You work out now, huh?” she mused, hands gliding over your arms. “I wonder how strong you’ve gotten.”

Ryujin, usually distant, started dropping into your room unannounced. She’d sit on your bed, stretching, acting like she belonged there. “I’m just bored,” she’d say. But the way her eyes lingered on you said otherwise.

Jo Yuri was the worst. She had always been a little playful, but now? Her touches lingered too long. Her words were too sweet. “You missed us, didn’t you? I can tell.”

Kazuha started bringing you snacks, feeding you piece by piece with her fingers. “Eat up. You need to keep your strength.” She always insisted on watching you eat, her fingers grazing your lips whenever she fed you.

Rei always found ways to touch you. A hand on your wrist. A brush against your neck. “You’re warmer now.”

Miyeon and Choerry started arguing over who got to sit next to you at dinner. It was eerie, how quickly things shifted. Miyeon would pull your chair closer to hers, wrapping her arm around your shoulders, whispering things too soft for the others to hear. Choerry, on the other hand, had a more aggressive approach—cutting your food for you, feeding you like a child, her smile twitching whenever someone interrupted.

The nights were the worst. You started locking your door. It didn’t help. Some nights, you swore you heard the doorknob turning. Other nights, you could hear soft whispers right outside your room. Once, you woke up to find your window slightly open, even though you were certain you had locked it.

The suffocation became unbearable. You told your parents, but they dismissed it. “They’re just happy you’re home.”

So you made the decision. You moved out.

The day you left, their reactions were… unsettling.

Lisa stood by the door, arms crossed, but her nails dug into her skin. “You’re seriously leaving?”

Ryujin scoffed. “Tch. Whatever.” But her eyes burned with something dangerous.

Jo Yuri stepped close, whispering, “You’ll come back. You always will.”

Kazuha simply stared, her grip tightening on the edge of your shirt before she let go.

Rei smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts.”

Miyeon kissed your cheek. “We’ll be waiting.”

Choerry didn’t say a word. She just watched you walk away.

Life in your apartment was peaceful. You could finally breathe. But something felt wrong. No messages, no calls. No sign of them at all.

Until one night.

You unlocked your door after a long day at college. The lights were on.

And Lisa was sitting on your couch, waiting.

She smiled. “Hey, baby bro. Long time no see.”

Your stomach twisted. “Lisa? How did you get in?”

She stretched, making herself comfortable. “What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t have a spare key?”

What the hell?

You exhaled. “Alright, you visited. Now leave.”

Lisa pouted. “That’s not how you treat family, is it?”

Still, you sighed and decided to make dinner. Maybe if you played along, she’d leave faster.

You were halfway through preparing food when—

A hand covered your mouth.

Darkness.

When you woke up, your wrists were tied to your steel desk. The dim glow of your bedside lamp cast eerie shadows on the walls.

Lisa sat across from you, smiling. “You really shouldn’t have left, baby brother.”

Anger flared through you. “Lisa, what the hell is this?! Let me go!”

The door creaked open.

Six figures stepped inside, their eyes gleaming.

Miyeon smiled sweetly. “You really thought you could leave your family behind?”

Ryujin scoffed. “Dumbass.”

Choerry giggled, tracing a finger along your wrist. “You’re ours. No matter what.”

The air felt thick, suffocating, as the seven of them closed in around you. Your breath hitched when fingers—soft, lingering, possessive—brushed against your skin. One by one, they reached for you, tracing slow patterns over your arms, your chest, your throat. Every touch was deliberate. Every gaze was heavy with something dark, something dangerous.

"You shouldn't have left," Miyeon whispered, her lips ghosting near your ear.

"Bad boys need to be punished," Ryujin added, nails lightly scraping down your forearm.

Lisa’s fingers trailed along your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her smirk. "You really thought we'd just let you go?"

Jo Yuri exhaled a soft laugh, her hands pressing against your shoulders, keeping you in place. "You belong to us, baby brother."

Kazuha was quiet, but her grip on your wrist tightened, her touch possessive, unyielding. Rei leaned in next, her breath warm against your cheek. "Even if we’re siblings… it doesn’t change a thing."

Choerry giggled, her fingers brushing down your chest, teasing. "And tonight, we’ll finally make sure you understand that.”

As they slowly had their way with you—fingertips teasing the hem of your shirt, lips brushing against your skin, teeth grazing your earlobe—you felt your body tense, heat crawling up your spine. Every touch was deliberate, every action meant to remind you that resistance was futile.

Lisa chuckled against your neck, pressing a kiss just below your jaw. “Look at you… pretending you don’t like this.”

Ryujin’s fingers lazily traced down your chest, her smirk dark. “Your body’s shaking. Is it fear… or excitement?”

Jo Yuri giggled, hands gliding over your shoulders, her grip tightening when you flinched. “You can’t run, baby brother. Not from us.”

Then, Kazuha moved in. Unlike the others, she didn’t tease or hesitate. Her hands slid up to your face, her touch firm, claiming. Before you could protest, she pulled you in—her lips crashing against yours in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.

You tried to recoil, tried to move away, but it was impossible. Your wrists were still bound to the table, leaving you trapped as she kissed you like she had all the time in the world. Her tongue parted your lips effortlessly, tasting you, owning you.

Rei sighed, watching with dark amusement. “So unfair, Kazuha… You got to him first.”

Choerry leaned in closer, her voice sickly sweet. “Don’t worry… We have all night.”

Kazuha’s hands were everywhere—trailing down your arms, gripping your waist, pressing into your skin like she wanted to memorize every inch of you. Yet, her lips never once left yours, moving with a slow, deliberate hunger that made your head spin.

Without breaking the kiss, her fingers deftly unbuttoned your shirt, parting the fabric with agonizing slowness. A shiver ran through you as cool air met your skin, but the warmth of her touch quickly followed, tracing along your torso. Then, her fingers drifted lower, playing with the belt of your jeans, teasing, testing.

The others didn’t move. They simply watched.

Ryujin leaned back with a smirk, arms crossed as her eyes drank in your struggle. “Getting shy now? That’s cute.”

Lisa tilted her head, amusement flickering in her gaze. “Don’t fight it. You knew this was coming.”

Miyeon exhaled softly, eyes dark with something unreadable. “He looks so perfect like this… vulnerable.”

Jo Yuri giggled, resting her chin on her palm. “I wonder how long he’ll last before he stops pretending to resist.”

You squirmed, wrists still bound, but Kazuha held you firm—lips pressing harder, fingers tightening. You were completely at their mercy.

And they knew it.

You tore your lips away from Kazuha’s, chest heaving as anger boiled inside you. “You sick freaks—let me go! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Your voice echoed through the room, raw with fury, but the only response was soft, amused laughter.

Lisa leaned back, smirking. “Aww, he’s mad. Isn’t that adorable?”

Jo Yuri tilted her head, lips curling into a grin. “So feisty. I love it when he tries to act tough.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes, arms crossed. “He still doesn’t get it, does he?”

Your wrists strained against the bindings, but it was useless. No matter how much you fought, you were trapped. And they knew it.

Kazuha wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming. “That wasn’t very nice of you,” she murmured, disappointed.

Before you could snap back, a sharp pain exploded through your arm.

You gasped. One of them—Miyeon, you realized too late—had tightened her grip around your wrist, her nails digging in, deeper and deeper, until the skin broke. Blood welled up beneath her fingers, and you let out a sharp, involuntary yelp.

Miyeon’s expression didn’t change. She simply leaned in, her voice deceptively soft. “If you do that again, little brother…” Her nails pressed in even harder, making you wince. “…we’re going to make it so much worse for you.”

Lisa smirked as she pulled out a small knife, the dim light reflecting off the sharp edge. Without hesitation, she pressed the cool blade against your skin, dragging it slowly, tracing little patterns with deliberate care.

At first, it was just a faint sting. Then the pain deepened, sharp and burning. You gritted your teeth, a muffled groan escaping before a hand suddenly clamped over your mouth.

“Shhh, be good,” Rei whispered against your ear, her breath warm. “No screaming. We can’t have that, can we?”

Your body tensed as Kazuha returned, her lips crashing onto yours with a hunger that left no room for escape. She kissed you deeper this time, her fingers trailing down your bare chest, nails grazing over fresh wounds.

Meanwhile, the others moved with unsettling coordination. Hands tugged at your belt, unfastening it with ease. The rustling of fabric sent a chill down your spine.

Then, with one swift motion, your pants and boxers were yanked down, leaving you completely exposed.

Lisa chuckled, pressing the tip of the blade teasingly against your thigh. “Now, let’s see how much more fun we can have.”

Lisa and Jo Yuri, leaned in, their breaths warm against your exposed skin. Without hesitation, their tongues met at your length, gliding over it in slow, deliberate motions as they shared every inch between them. Lisa’s touch was playful, teasing, while Jo Yuri moved slower, savoring every reaction you gave.

Meanwhile, Kazuha kept her lips firmly pressed against yours, refusing to let you pull away. Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as she deepened the kiss, her tongue claiming yours with dominance. Her eyes burned with something dangerous, something possessive.

"Don’t even think about running, baby brother," she whispered against your lips, her voice laced with amusement. "You were made for us—so just accept it."

Kazuha slowly pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she licked the taste of you off her mouth. "I shouldn’t be the only one having fun, right?" she murmured, her fingers trailing down your chest before stepping back, giving the others their turn.

Rei wasted no time. She grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours, far rougher and more demanding than Kazuha had been. Her nails raked down your skin, leaving faint red marks in their wake, as if she wanted to carve her presence into you. Her tongue forced its way past your lips, claiming you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Meanwhile, from the corner of your eye, you saw Kazuha slipping off her undergarments. She settled onto the chair across from you, spreading her legs ever so slightly, her fingers disappearing between them. Her breathing grew heavier, her lips parting in pleasure, yet her gaze never left yours.

"Don’t look away," she purred, biting down on her lower lip as her movements became more deliberate. "I want to see what you and Rei are doing."

As Rei kept her lips locked onto yours, her tongue exploring with a hunger that matched Kazuha’s burning gaze, Lisa and Jo Yuri continued sharing your length, their mouths working in tandem. Desperation clawed at you as you tried once more to break free, but before you could even shift, Ryujin, Miyeon, and Choerry’s hands were on you—firm, unrelenting.

"Ah, ah… where do you think you're going?" Miyeon cooed, pressing down harder, her nails digging into your wrists.

Ryujin smirked, tightening her grip. "You’re staying right here, baby brother."

Choerry giggled, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Guess it’s our turn now."

With that, Lisa and Jo Yuri pulled away, leaving a wet trail along your skin as Choerry and Ryujin took their place. Their mouths were impossibly warmer, tongues needier, eager to devour you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, suffocating—and yet, their eyes told you the worst was still yet to come.

Ryujin let the tip rest against her tongue for a moment, eyes flickering up to meet yours before she gave a slow, deliberate slap against it, her smirk sending a shiver straight down your spine. "Sensitive, aren't you?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Meanwhile, Choerry was far less patient, her lips sealing around you with a desperate kind of hunger, as if she couldn’t get enough—as if this was her last chance to have you. Every movement, every flick of her tongue, sent heat pooling in your stomach, your body betraying you no matter how much you tried to fight it.

Within seconds, Miyeon’s fingers wrapped around your length, her touch slow and deliberate, using the slickness left behind by Ryujin and Choerry’s mouths. A shiver ran through you as she stroked you with an almost practiced ease, her grip just tight enough to keep you on edge.

She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "You’ve always been ours. Since the very beginning. Fighting it won’t save you... it’ll only make things harder—for you." Her voice dripped with amusement, her pace never faltering, as if daring you to resist.

Your body tensed, every nerve on edge as Miyeon’s hand continued its merciless rhythm. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the inevitable, but the overwhelming sight before you made it impossible. Kazuha’s fingers worked between her thighs, her breathy moans mixing with the wet sounds of Miyeon’s strokes. Your other step-sisters were tangled in each other, their lips meeting in desperate, hungry kisses. The ones holding you down only tightened their grips, making sure you had nowhere to run, nowhere to escape.

"M-Mi… Miyeon, please—" your voice cracked, a mix of shame and desperation spilling from your lips.

Miyeon chuckled, her fingers never slowing, twisting just enough to make your hips jerk involuntarily. "Please, what?" she teased, her warm breath tickling your ear. Miyeon chuckled, her fingers never slowing, twisting just enough to make your hips jerk involuntarily. "Gonna cum?" she taunted, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Go on, don’t hold back. It’s not like you can stop it anyway."

As the pressure built deep inside you, your breath hitched, your body betraying you. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, Ryujin yanked Miyeon away. Before you could even react, Lisa seized your face, forcing your gaze to meet hers. "Go on, baby brother," Lisa purred, her grip tightening as her lips brushed against your ear. "Make a mess, and we’ll make you regret it. Be good for us—hold it in."

You bit down on your lip, forcing yourself to hold it in—not out of defiance, but because you were too weak to endure whatever punishment they had in store. The sting of your wounds still burned, fresh blood trickling down your skin. But despite your restraint, a small drop of release spilled from your length. Rei noticed instantly, her eyes gleaming with something dark. With a slow, deliberate motion, she swiped it up with her finger—then brought it to her lips, tasting you with a satisfied hum. Rei’s lips curled into a smirk as she sucked the remnants off her finger, her gaze never leaving yours.

“Hm… even when you're trying to behave, your body still betrays you,” she purred, tilting her head. “Didn’t Lisa tell you to hold it in, baby brother?”

Her eyes darkened with something wicked, something dangerous. “Looks like you need to be taught a little more discipline.”

"I won’t be a bad brother anymore… I swear," you pleaded, desperation lacing your voice. "I’ll go back to the house… just please, let me go."

Choerry cupped your face with both hands, her grip firm, her touch almost affectionate as she tilted your head forward. "Shh, don’t fight it," she whispered, guiding you closer to Kazuha’s glistening heat.

Kazuha’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the table as she trembled on the edge of release. "Be good for us," she murmured, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Take all of me… just like a good little brother should."

As Kazuha neared her release, she tangled her fingers in your hair, yanking you closer until your face was pressed against her soaked heat. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips before turning into a breathy, desperate moan.

“Fuckk—! T-Take it all… don’t you fucking dare pull away,” she whimpered, her thighs trembling as she rode out her high.

Her essence spilled over you, warm and relentless, coating your skin as the other sisters watched with dark delight. Laughter and whispers filled the air, their hungry gazes drinking in the sight of you—helpless, drenched, and completely theirs.

Kazuha’s grip was ruthless as she seized your face again, shoving you back onto the cold floor. Your wrists throbbed, skin raw from the restraints digging in, but none of them cared. Rei crouched beside you, her fingers trailing over the angry red marks with a mocking pout.

‘This is what happens to bad brothers,’ she murmured, voice dripping with sickly sweetness. ‘You should’ve known better.’

You tried to scream for help, but before the sound could escape, Jo Yuri was already pressing a strip of tape over your lips. She smiled, tilting her head as she traced a finger along your cheek.

‘Good boys stay quiet,’ she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement.

Jo Yuri, though reveling in the punishment they were putting you through, was growing impatient—eager to claim her reward. Wasting no time, she rushed toward you, lowering herself onto your length with a slow, deliberate motion. At first, she moved cautiously, savoring the sensation, but it didn’t take long before her pace quickened, her hunger becoming undeniable.

"Fuck, you feel so good,” Jo Yuri moaned, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Your mind and body were already betraying you, blurring the lines between resistance and surrender. No matter how much you wanted to fight it, the pleasure was overpowering—forcing you to forget, even for a moment, that these seven had turned your own apartment into a prison. And now, lost in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t ignore the way one of your sisters wrapped around you so perfectly.

Ryujin and Miyeon knelt beside you, their gazes dark with possession as they claimed ownership over you. Ryujin’s fingers traced along your jaw before gripping it tightly, forcing you to meet her eyes.

‘You’re ours now,’ she murmured, her voice laced with dangerous sweetness. ‘If you even think about disobeying, we’ll make your life a living hell.’

Miyeon leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, ‘And you won’t tell a single soul about what happened here. Not unless you want things to get even worse.’

All the while, Jo Yuri shifted her position, moving back in front of you without ever slowing her relentless pace, her eyes locked onto yours with a dangerous gleam.

Lisa scoffed, her grip tightening as she leaned in closer. ‘You’ll never have a girlfriend,’ she said, her voice dripping with possessiveness. ‘If you ever want to be with someone, it should be with us—your step-sisters. Only us. No one else.’

She smiled, but there was nothing sweet about it. ‘Any other woman who tries to take you away? She won’t live to see another day.’

Jo Yuri then quickened her pace, sensing just how close you were. This time, there was no holding back—it was inevitable. A wicked smile curled on her lips as she turned to the others.

‘He’s about to cum,’ she announced, her voice laced with excitement.

Without hesitation, she lifted herself off you, replacing the sensation with the warmth of her mouth. The rest of your sisters watched hungrily, biting their lips, tongues teasingly sticking out as they eagerly waited for your release.

It only took a few strokes before pleasure crashed over you. Your body tensed, and despite the tape sealing your lips, a desperate, muffled moan escaped—

‘Mmmph—! Haaah…!’

Your climax spilled onto their expectant faces, their delighted giggles filling the room as they licked away every drop, satisfied with their claimed prize.

The sisters, now satisfied with their work, slowly removed the restraints from your wrists and peeled the tape from your mouth. But it didn’t matter—you were too weak to move, your body completely drained.

As you lay there, trying to catch your breath, one of them leaned in with a smug smile.

‘We’ll be moving in tomorrow,’ Miyeon announced casually, as if it were already decided. ‘So make sure no one else comes here. This place belongs to us now—just like you do.

The sisters slipped back into their clothes, their satisfied smiles lingering as they slowly made their way out of your apartment. But Ryujin stayed behind, her eyes locked onto your exhausted form.

She crouched beside you, brushing a few strands of hair from your face before whispering, ‘There’ll be more moments like this… whether you like it or not.’

Pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, her hand trailed downward, fingers wrapping around your sensitive length. She gave it a slow, teasing stroke, her smirk widening.

She watched you with a wicked glint in her eyes, savoring the way your body twitched under her touch.

‘Come on,’ she coaxed, her voice sultry and commanding. ‘Be a good boy and cum for me—right now.’

She pumped faster, her thumb teasing over your most sensitive spot, determined to wring out every last drop. ‘I don’t have all night,’ she whispered against your ear. ‘So give me everything before I go… unless you want the others to join in.’

With one last stroke, she pushed you over the edge, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she finally pulled away. Without another word, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and walked out—leaving you panting, drained, and completely at their mercy.

As the last of your step-sisters walked out, the apartment fell silent, save for the lingering scent of them in the air. Your body was sore, your wrists still red from where they had bound you, yet the worst part wasn’t the pain—it was the realization that this wasn’t over.

They had made that clear.

Tomorrow, they would return. Tomorrow, they would move in. Tomorrow, your life would no longer be your own.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing. Could you escape? Call for help? But even as the thoughts formed, you knew the truth—there was no running from them. They had already decided. You belonged to them.

And deep down, despite everything, your body shivered at the thought.

[dumdogs]

BLOODLUST ⭑.ᐟ MIYA ATSUMU

chapter two -> desire is a prison

desire is a prison:

heyyyyyyy its back i hope you guys didn't forget abt this like i did

guys i noticed i wrote a plot hole in the last chapter so if you noticed that can you please unnotice it i love you and if you didn't notice it i love you

yn kind of loves hating atsumu like she would rather have atsumu around to hate him that have him not be around because she thinks its a little fun to hate him! its like a little hobby

yn and kiyoko's landlord has not gotten back to either of them about their broken lock like its radio silence and yn is considering just not paying rent because why the hell would she

kiyoko and that landlord have been beefing since day 1 like kiyoko hates than man possibly more than she's ever hated anyone

this is kind of a slow burn rn and im sorry for that we'll get there y'all together we will get there

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[CYMX-461] "My Roommates And I Were Playing Monopoly And Suddenly, One Of Them Lets Me Fuck Her Ass To Pay The Rent! Will My Other Roommate Be Okay With Us Fucking Right In Front Of Her?"

LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Choerry x LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Jinsoul x Male Reader

Word Count: 5424 words

Categories: smut, anal, masturbation, oral, more anal, threesome, squirting (?), just pure anal, commission

Commission Details: a big-sized of mint choco ice cream (2k-4k words)

Trigger Warning: mentions of alcohol

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"Come ooooon, oppa! It'll be quick, I promise!" Yerim said while dragging you to the photo booth.

"With this much stuff?" you said while holding up three plastic bags containing food and drinks for dinner tonight. 

"Don't worry about it! Just a few pictures and then we'll be on our way home alright? Please, oppa? Pretty pleeeeease?" Yerim insisted, showing her puppy eyes while holding onto your right arm. 

Goodness, she's so cute!

You sighed. "Last stop, then we're heading home." 

Yerim squealed with delight. You both then entered the photo booth, her hands dragging you along by your arm. Yerim's impatience caught up with you before you could even put the plastic bags down. She quickly inserted some coins into the machine and pressed the shutter button.

"Get ready to take your photo!"

"Woah hold on—" 

"Say cheese!"

◍───────

Yerim's heartful laughter resonated across the quiet street. It's been about ten minutes and still, she couldn't stop busting a gut over your face in the pictures you both took earlier at the photo booth.

"Are you done Yerim?" you asked, blatantly annoyed by her playfulness.

The dark brown-haired girl who was holding her belly began to calm down, before bursting out in another series of giggles once again.

"Sorry, sorry, I just can't get over how funny you looked in these photos oppa!" Yerim reminded you of the photos you both took just a little while ago. 

They turned out great in her eyes, but not in yours. Yerim had different expressions and poses, while you looked silly in a few photos due to the sudden rush. One picture that cracks Yerim up was where you were just a blurry thing behind her.

"Well, if someone cared to wait for a little bit, then the pictures would turn out good!" you exclaimed.

"Hehehe, sorry oppa! I just wanted to make it quick. Besides, Jinsol unnie's probably waiting for us at home."

You looked at your wristwatch. "Oof, yeah, it's already ten. Let's hurry then, we don't want the tiger to show its fangs again!" 

Yerim giggled. "That was unnie's fault! She didn't tell me about waking her up for class yesterday! You see, I-"

As Yerim continued defending herself about what happened the morning before, you both eventually arrived at your shared apartment after a few turns. Inside the apartment, Yerim then cheekily hopped on each staircase, leading up to the third floor. You tried catching up to her, but you're not taking the risk of potentially dropping the dinner for tonight — it was all on you as well.

The doorbell rang a couple of times, startling Jinsol who was watching a variety show on the TV. After clumsily falling off the couch because of the shock, Jinsol rushed towards the door to open it.

"Unnie!" Yerim shrieked out like she hadn't seen Jinsol for days.

“Jeez, you're so loud! You were only out for two hours!” 

“And that’s enough for me to miss you!" Yerim instantly hugged Jinsol who had a mix of concerned and disgusted looks on her face.

"Bro, that's cringe," Jinsol answered, but quickly returned the hug.

You went inside the apartment quietly, unnoticed by the two lovebirds. You gave a low sigh after seeing the mess in the living room caused by the woman who was still stuck in Yerim's embrace. Jinsol loves building and playing around with Gundam figurines, but you're not a big fan of how many of the small parts are scattered around the house after she's done with them. Even after you have countlessly stepped onto them and screamed out in pain, you never really complained about it to Jinsol since you knew that she wouldn't listen.

That is the truth of living in this apartment with these two — Choi Yerim and Jung Jinsol. One is an enthusiastic and extremely extroverted girl with no shame, and another one is a quiet, dorky, and yet chaotic girl who was possibly a man in her past life. At the very least, your apartment doesn't feel too quiet with these two hanging around.

After cleaning a bit of Jinsol's work on the table, you put down the plastic bags and got out the four boxes of food, three canned beer, and a box of two strawberry cake slices. 

"Stop getting onto my back, you're heavy!" Jinsol exclaimed. 

Yerim whined, "Ah, you're so mean unnie!" 

Both of them made their way to the living room with Yerim clinging onto Jinsol like glue, hugging her by the waist. Once you opened a box with tteokbokki inside, the smell disseminated into the air, making everyone in the living room drool. Jinsol didn’t waste anymore time as she jumped over the couch and sat down on the floor. Yerim joined in soon after, sitting beside Jinsol and grabbed a drink.

“Sheeeesh, this is a lot!” Jinsol exclaimed. “Can we even finish this? And cakes? Seriously?” 

“What’s wrong with them, unnie?” Yerim asked. “I’ve been craving a cake for days! They’re also perfect for desserts!” 

“Well, you better finish it! The fridge is already full from your yogurts and jellies. Can’t even store that beef tripe that I got from my mom yesterday.” Jinsol complained.

“You could just have a few to make more space, I don't mind! I can buy more!” 

“I could, if the yogurts weren’t coconut flavor-” 

You stopped the argument by letting Jinsol smell the box that you held in front of her face, the smell that she knew all too well — chicken feet. “Will this shut you up?” 

Jinsol gasped and grabbed the box off of your hand. “For me?! You actually got it?!” 

“As a thank you for helping me with my thesis the other day.” 

"Bro, I said it was nothing, really. Thanks anyways!"

As everybody has their own set of meals, the three of you — mainly Yerim and Jinsol, enjoy the late dinner. It doesn't hurt to treat them once in a while, so you feel just as happy as they are. Not to mention, it's been a while too since all of you spent some time together in the house. Balancing work and study is already hard enough, and as cold as you were, you definitely don't want to add social life to the list. 

"Oh yeah, can I borrow your notes from account class oppa? I forgot to jot down a few things." Yerim said in a muffled voice — her mouth was filled with food inside.

"Later, I haven't finished filtering it." 

Jinsol looked confused. "The fuck? You filter your notes?" she asked, emphasizing the word 'filter' with her fingers.

"It means making the notes more readable for me."

"Mhm, that's why I like borrowing his notes! It's soooo much easier to read than Professor Haseul's slides!" Yerim butted in the conversation, her mouth still full with food.

"Wow, dude. I really gotta learn some stuff from you. Can I have a bit of yours?" Jinsol points to your food with her chopsticks.

"Help yourself, noona. I already ate a bit before this." Jinsol already took half of your kimbap before you even finished talking.

"With a certain… professor perhaps?" Yerim teased you and took a sip of her drink, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, I thought we were done with that!" you groaned.

"Doesn't help when you're the only male student that has ever been asked out by the hot and gorgeous Ms. Saerom herself!" 

Jinsol was baffled once again with Yerim's statement, clearly showing her boomer attitude. She then asked,  "How come that I don't know about this?"

"What the— you didn't know unnie?! It was hot shit in our class! It's like this…" Yerim then continued to ramble all about the embarrassing incident you had with the aforementioned professor with Jinsol who was weirdly interested. 

Please, just end me now. 

An hour has passed. Your ears were traumatized with Yerim's story and Jinsol laughter. What an eventful dinner, you thought to yourself. The three of you were finishing up on your dinner, mainly Yerim having to finish her cakes. 

"Ooh ooh, do you both have anything to do after this?" Yerim excitedly asked.

You and Jinsol looked at each other before answering, "No, not really. Jinx!"

Yerim's eyes brightened up. "How about we do something together tonight? It's been a while you know!"

"What do you have in mind?" you asked.

Yerim thought to herself for a while, before her ears perked. She then quickly ran to her room. 

"I still can't believe you rejected Ms. Saerom." Jinsol said, giggling quietly right after. You just shook your head in response.

Not long after, Yerim jumped out of her room and hopped towards the living room with a box in hand. "How about a game… of Monopoly?!"

You and Jinsol stared blankly at the box that Yerim held up in the air. 

"I've got notes to filter." you said, and at the same time, Jinsol answered, "I gotta clean the toilet."

"Hey! You guys are no fun!" Yerim pouted, making both of you laugh out loud. "Come on now, both of you! Do you guys wanna play or not?"

You patted on the floor, signaling Yerim to sit down. "Alright alright, let's play. Sorry about that." 

Yerim smiled and sat down beside you. You cleaned up the table, threw away all the food packages and cans while Yerim and Jinsol prepared the board game. Once you got back to the living room, Yerim and Jinsol were already counting the game's money.

"Oppa, which one do you want?" Yerim asked you to choose between the five tokens. With no thought in mind, you just picked one that resembles a hat. Jinsol then gave you the money for the game.

"Let's do rock paper scissors to decide our turn!" Yerim suggested.

"No no no, let's go by age." Jinsol declined Yerim's suggestion, in which she replied back with a head shake.

"Not fair, because you get to go first!" 

"It doesn't change how the game plays!"

"The first player usually has a higher advantage to win!"

"And the first few Monopoly players went by age to play!" 

"So then what? I'm not falling for your tricks again, unnie!" Before Yerim could press Jinsol further, your expression caught her eyes. The "I'm so done" expression on your face said it all — it's the girl's battleground and you have no right to speak. She immediately ended the argument as she doesn't want you to feel left out. "Y-You know what, oppa, you go first."

"Eh? So suddenly?" Yerim nods her head.

"Well, if you say so. I'm still gonna win though!" Jinsol surrendered as well. A bit odd this time since it usually ended up with either one of them winning, but you couldn't care any less. You started off the game as Yerim gave you the two dices, and it marked the starting point to an endless night.

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Yerim was sweating. Not because it was hot, and not because of the beer she drank. It's because of her current situation. Two hours have passed, and her roommate has been on the road to taking the win for the game. Almost all the entire property on the board was owned by him, and it is clearly shown by how much money he has on hand. 

"It's your turn noona." he said after buying a hotel on one of his properties. 

"Man, this sucks." Jinsol whined and rolled the dice. Both of the dice showed a three — she landed on her own property! A silent "Yes!" was heard from her lips before she made her move on the board.

"That won't last for long." he teased Jinsol who just gave a sigh out of relief.

"You mean my luck? The one that won't last that long is your money! Your turn Yerim!" Jinsol fought back and took a sip of her can of beer, her words are as striking as an anime protagonist.

Throughout all of this, Yerim was lost in thought. Two things were running around her mind — her game and her crush. On the board, she was at the worst place, where any move she made was guaranteed to land on his property. Unless she rolls an exact number of 11 on the dice, she would have to pull a Chance Card. Her money was also running out, so if she got unlucky, the only option for her was to declare bankruptcy and lose, or plan B. 

"Yah, what's taking you so long?" Jinsol snapped Yerim out of her trance. She was shaking up the dice inside her hands for almost a minute.

"Oh, sorry! H-Here goes nothing!" Yerim released the dice and it rolled to a number of five— 

Come on, come on, come onnnn! 

—and a four, totalling up for a nine. 

Yerim was stunned. Amidst the laughter from Jinsol, she needed to think and act quickly. Is she about to lose to this board game that gives her no benefit, or take a chance that she'll probably regret in a long time if it goes wrong? 

Fuck it, it's plan B!

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"Come on Yerimie, make your move~" you teased Yerim. Finally, this game is gonna end soon. I really need to sleep.

You noticed that Yerim's eyes were calm and her lips had a bittersweet smile — an expression that you knew very well. You and Jinsol call it the "I accept my fate" look and because of its rarity, you were a bit weirded out by her behavior. Especially that she had a bit of alcohol too. Typically at this point, she would whine about going to lose.

Yerim moved her token while counting down, "One, two, three, four,-" she stopped for a while, and continued, "-five, six, seven, eight, and nine." 

"Well, well, well, looks like it's gonna be between the two of us now, noon—"

"Hold on!" Yerim cuts you off, the loudness of it shocked Jinsol.

"Ow, my goddamn ear— you've lost Yerim! What else can you do?" Jinsol groaned.

"There's… something that I can do." 

"Like what, taking a loan—" Jinsol's eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Without any hesitation, Yerim placed a hand on your shoulder, got closer to your face and connected both of your lips together. Jinsol's "Ehh?!'' was useless to Yerim's ear as she deepened the kiss. Meanwhile, you just eased into the kiss, instead of freaking out. Possibly because the beer has seeped into your brain, immobilizing you from denying her sudden action.

"Fuck my ass."

“Wha—“

The simple kiss then elevated to a make out, with Yerim acting as the guide to both of your tongues, twirling against one another. Your consciousness returns after a few seconds, realizing the state that you were in. As Yerim was pulling you in by the waist, sliding her hands under your shirt and feeling your body with her fingers, you begin to resist the fall into temptation— she's your roommate for heaven's sake!

Curse you, alcohol!

Yerim noticed how you were flinching around, obviously denying her actions. Putting a halt to the slightly forced make out, she smirked and whispered softly into your ear, "Don't worry oppa, I'm not drunk. I just wanna pay my rent."

"B-But Yerim, don't you think we should uhh…" Look beside you, and Jinsol was still there, with an annoyi— Wait, she's smiling?

"Don't mind me, just go on ahead." Jinsol said while getting up. "Don't go too rough on my Yerim, you hear me?" You nod slightly in response.

Jinsol then quickly made her way to the toilet, leaving both you and Yerim alone in the living room with your mouths open. 

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Jinsol closed the toilet door behind her and leaned against it. She bit her lips desperately — it has been a while since she'd seen a view so hot, especially when it's her two hot roommates. 

Jinsol once mentioned that she doesn't like both of her roommates in a romantic manner. In fact, she has taken an interest in someone else and made a lot of progress with them. However, when it comes to her sexual desires, no one truly knows how much Jinsol craves to get a good fucking, and she's not really picky about the details.

Fuck, how she just pulled him into it is so hot! Where did Yerim learn how to do that?

Jinsol lets her intrusive thoughts win as her hands slipped under her shorts and underwear, reaching towards her already warm pussy. A gulp down her throat, and she was half naked in an instant. 

This is so wrong. What if they found out that I'm touching myself to them fucking?

Her denial was thrown out of the window as Jinsol's ear caught Yerim's low moans, letting her imagination run wild. It can't be helped that she has seen both her roommates in only their underwear once, so she only has to fill in the missing details. Hesitation was evident in her eyes but as Yerim’s moans become more vocal, it breaks her out of the shell of anxiety.

A quick one wouldn't hurt.

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"I'm paying with my ass, oppa. Fuck my ass until you're satisfied."

Once the toilet door was heard closing, you both wasted no time making out once again. Being the fuel of this fire, Yerim tugged onto your shirt and moved herself to sit on your lap. You didn't back down however, as lust has taken over you, by grabbing her plump ass. The shorts that she's wearing were tantalizing at best. Her milky thighs were wrapped around your waist, evidently driving you nuts with a tent already forming in your pants.

"I've been waiting for this moment, oppa. You don't know how many times I've touched myself to you." Yerim words sent shivers down your spine, and more of it came right after as she pressed her lower body onto yours, letting you feel the warmth of her core. It seemed that Yerim did her research properly beforehand as she got out a small bottle of lube from the pocket of her shorts and placed it aside.

"Holy fuck, Yerim." Your head fell onto Yerim's right shoulder, enjoying the constant dopamine. You guide her hips by her ass, creating delicious frictions on each other's crotch. Whimpers and moans filled the room quickly, body temperatures were rising rapidly, and your undergarments were getting wet.

Yerim bit her lips, and with it came her anticipation. “Mmm, I knew that you were big after all oppa.” 

Your hands did a quick work of taking away Yerim's shorts. Her moans grew louder as you were now free to fondle her bare ass. Your fingers slipped under her thin panties and were met with heat and slick, which further enthralled Yerim. The tip of your middle finger trailed down in between her ass and grazed over her pussy.

"Mmfh, that's it oppa! Touch me more!" 

While Yerim undid your pants and underwear, you rubbed her vagina in circles, making sure she stayed wet and warm. Your cock plopped out, and throbbed with each sway of Yerim's hips. She then squeezed some lube on her hands and spread it all along your length to prepare you. Yerim begged and whimpered for you to put it in her ass as soon as you guided the tip of your cock so she could feel you fully.

“Please oppa, put that big fucking cock inside me! Please please please please ple— Ngh!" Yerim yelped as you smacked her butt hard.

"Shut up."

You rubbed your cock on her dripping pussy for a while, making sure that it was fully lubed up before penetrating the tight hole. Only the tip was inside her, but it gave such an intense reaction that both of your bodies jerked. Your hips lifted itself upwards slowly, and with it came a loud groan and your shaft getting deeper into Yerim.

When you successfully conquered her asshole’s resistance, Yerim wailed, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her face buried into the crook of your neck. Worriness seeped in as you felt a sudden wetness on your neck and Yerim breathing in and out profusely.

"You okay?" 

“Sorry… this is… my first time.” Yerim said in between breaths.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Uhh, okay, I’ll pull out—”

Yerim suddenly sank her hips deeper into you, making you both moan and jerk once again. “Oppa, please… I’m okay. I like it.” She bit her lips again, her body reacting to each throb of you inside her, before reassuring you, “I’m yours for the— mmh! For the night. Treat me however you— fuuuuck~! Treat me however you want, please!” 

Though you were hesitant, your body said the exact opposite as your hips began thrusting upwards. Both of your hands were on Yerim's sinful waist to guide the rhythm of your thrusts. There's too much for you to focus on — Yerim's lustful sounds, the tightness of her asshole, the delicious jiggles of her thighs, the alluring scent of her soothing fragrance, the way her frame perfectly fits with yours — it was all too perfect.

"Oh, fuck, Yerim-ah, Yerim-ah!" 

"Ahhh, oppa! You like my ass oppa? You like fucking this tight little hole?" 

Never have you nodded so quickly to a statement so true. The pressure that has been boiling up inside you was too much for you to handle already. But it looks like your playmate is already close to her peak, given by the mix of extreme pleasure that you're giving her.

Her body began trembling violently, followed by some incoherent curse words from her mouth and the spreading wetness on both of your crotches. Not caring how she is still induced in her orgasm, you pulled Yerim closer to your embrace as you chased your own as well. Enhanced by the feeling of her ample breasts covered by only her shirt on your chest, it was easier said than done.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yerim-ah! Yerim-ah!"

Yerim gained a sense of herself and screamed,"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Drain your balls inside this fucking ass oppa!"

The thrusting stopped after a while. One last scream of Yerim's name triggers the first burst of semen inside her. The second one fired deep inside her and it went along with her own orgasm once again. When the third and final shot was done, your cum seeped out of the tight hole, showing you how much you have filled your renter. 

As your cock softened and freed itself, both of your bodies fell to the ground, drained by how intense you were. Together panting heavily and catching your breath, you both giggled after finally waking up to the euphoric high. 

"Sooo, did I pay my rent oppa?" Yerim asked with an endearing smile.

You chuckled, swooning on the inside because of how cute she is, even in a messy state. "Yes, yes you did." 

"Hehe, great! Oh yeah, Jinsol unnie is still in the toil— " Yerim was then interrupted by a loud scream coming from the bathroom. 

You both got up quickly and looked at each other, confused by the sudden noise. Upon closer inspection with your ears, the scream turned itself into a desperate moan.

A devious smirk was painted on Yerim's face. "Oppa, you're thinking what I'm thinking?"

You nodded. Yerim stood up and handed out her hand to help you get up on your foot. Now in front of the door to the toilet, Yerim slowly opened it a little until a view was clear to her eyes.

"Ahh, fuck! Oh my god! I'm 'bout to cum! Ahh!" 

Sitting inside the spacious bathtub was none other than Jinsol — bottomless, moaning away without a care to the world and furiously fingering herself to climax. Her eyes were closed as well, so it gave you and Yerim the advantage to sneak inside without her noticing. The mischievous girl then carefully stepped inside the bathtub and sat on the other end. Simultaneously, you were getting hard again by the sight of Jinsol masturbating and Yerim taking off her clothes.

Yerim began drawing near towards the opposite end, fully naked and ready to surprise her horny unnie. She bit her lips and grabbed onto Jinsol’s hand, “Aww, poor Jinsol unnie, touching herself alone in the washroom.”

Jinsol’s eyes were wide open in an instant. Her face flushed with embarrassment, froze upon seeing Yerim in front of her and you who was casually stroking your cock. “Y-Yerim?! It’s not what it looks lik—”

Yerim shuts Jinsol up with a forceful deep kiss. The forced one was resisting at first, but eventually fell into this trap of temptation laid down by Yerim. As they got up on their knees, Yerim removed Jinsol’s top, revealing her slim yet toned figure. Your excess cum from earlier begins collecting itself on your tip as you witness the two girls desperately touching each other while locking their lips together.

A gulp down your throat and soon enough, you took off your own shirt and left it on the tile floor. Yerim noticed how entranced you were and suddenly thought of an idea to spark things up. “Don’t just stand there, oppa. Join us."

It needed only two steps for you to be right in front of your two roommates, your cock flaunting itself hard and proud, close to Jinsol’s face. After exchanging a few more kisses, Yerim switched her focus towards you by stroking you gently, making Jinsol watch in awe as you throbbed under her touch. She then brought the tip close to Jinsol’s lips, letting your cum stain them. 

“Go on, noona. Seems like he’s begging for you to suck it.” Yerim took the words right out of your mouth. 

Before you know it, Jinsol’s tongue swirled around your shaft, gathering the sweet nectar flowing out of your slit. You threw your head back as she then engulfed your cockhead, sucking on it to taste more. At the same time, Yerim continued her gentle handjob and started to fondle your balls as well, stimulating it once again close to orgasm.

“Deeper, unnie. Yes, that’s it.” Yerim praised and patted Jinsol on the head.

You can feel Jinsol getting further down as her tongue slides against the underside of your cock, until the tip of it reaches your balls. Both of you moan audibly with both desires finally being fulfilled. You summarized that Jinsol definitely had some experience, judging by how steady and rhythmic her blowjob is. Her cheeks then hollowed, giving your cock a powerful vacuum suck.

After a few more bobs, Jinsol took her time to breathe and jerked you off. Yerim also gave some support to Jinsol’s handiwork by spitting some saliva onto your shaft, letting it spread all over. She gave quick licks on your slit and beamed over the taste of you. Meanwhile, on your side, your eyes were just glued to the two working for your pleasure. To this day, you never even foresaw this sight to ever happen in real life. 

Jinsol then spoke out of the blue. “Get inside. I.. I need you.”

So fucking needy.

At last, the bathtub was filled as you positioned yourself behind Jinsol, making sure your shaft was almost in between her thighs. Jinsol moaned into Yerim’s mouth as you fondled her cute tits and tweaked her erect nipples. 

“You’re so cute, noona. Whimper for us more.” you whispered into her ear and planted a few kisses on her shoulders.

Jinsol was pinned by the two of you playing around with her body, diffusing pheromones all over. Her hips squirmed as Yerim picked up where she left off earlier, teasing her wet pussy and you rubbing your tip on her asshole. 

"Put it inside, oppa. Unnie must be dying to feel you." 

With Yerim's guidance, you break Jinsol even more, entering her back door. Thankfully, the lube on your cock hasn't dried up too much, so it wasn't really painful, given by how tight Jinsol was. She was on par with Yerim in terms of tightness, but hers felt more warmer. 

"Ahh! Yerim, he's so big!" Jinsol exclaimed, holding onto Yerim in desperation. She basically melted in Yerim's arms when you began thrusting from tip to hilt, which made Yerim smile. She loved seeing her unnie in full ecstasy as it turned her on a lot. 

"Take it all in unnie. Don't resist." Yerim whispered into Jinsol's ear. She then grabbed the back of Jinsol's head and slowly guided it down her crotch while she laid down on the bathtub. Jinsol knew immediately what to do after seeing Yerim's glistening pussy. 

A few licks in, and Yerim began squirming already. Her sensitivity heightened by the clear sight in front of her — her two older roommates having sex. Jinsol moved on to finger Yerim after having a taste of her core to release her expression being fucked.

"Fuck fuck fuck, harder!" 

You obliged, increasing the pace of your thrusts into Jinsol. Her body wobbles deliciously when your crotch hits hers, signifying how hard you're messing her up. It gets even more intense when you're witnessing the two pretty girls making out and pleasuring one another right in front of you.

The three of you were full of sweat, exhaustion finally seeped into your bodies. A game night that turned into a wild sex night surely wasn't in your agenda, but you were glad now that it was. 

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuuuuuck!!!!" 

Jinsol let out a loud scream, her back arched and her legs trembled violently. The oldest one in the room orgasms before the two of you could even reach your own, given by how she's receiving double the pleasure. Her slick leaked out of her empty pussy, staining your crotch and Yerim's midriff. 

Not long after, the knot inside your stomach grew tighter, your balls pressuring itself to release the tension. You then release yourself from Jinsol's confines and stroke yourself into your climax. A loud groan left your mouth, and alongside it came spurts after spurts of your semen. Two shots landed onto Jinsol's ass, while the last three covered Yerim's vagina.

Yerim was the only one who had yet to reach her own peak. As the first person who noticed it, you grab onto Yerim's waist and plunge yourself deep into her slit while your cock is still hard. Under Jinsol's body who was calming down after her high, Yerim replied to your action with a deafening scream and continued to do so as you thrust deep into her womb. 

"Fuuuuuuuck oppa! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

The first thrust. Yerim's body shook violently. The second thrust. Her legs gave out. The final thrust. Yerim's eyes rolled back. The plugged hole was leaking out with Yerim's juices and eventually, squirting so hard that it pushed your cock out by itself. A series of pleasure cries left Yerim's lips, not caring how she's deafening Jinsol who was still on top of her. 

You laid your back on the other side of the bathtub, gasping for air due to the lack of breath. Tonight's events were exhausting to the body, yet pleasuring at the same time. You then got out of the bathtub slowly and sat on the tile floor, close to the two girls who were basically cuddling each other, not caring how sweaty they were.

"You both okay?" you asked. Jinsol then gets off of Yerim and rests her arms by the edge of the bathtub, facing towards you. Putting her hand on your shoulder, she replied with a thumbs up. 

"I'm fucking drained bro. Thanks for that." Jinsol said, and both of you giggled.

"T-Thanks oppa. It was amazing." Yerim said weakly. 

"Can you get up?" you asked Yerim. Meanwhile, Jinsol was already out of the bathtub and finding her pile of clothes. 

"No. I just wanna.. lay down here… just for a while…"

"Alright. I'll be here until you're okay."

"Okay, thanks oppa…" Yerim then drifts off to sleep almost instantly.

Both you and Jinsol smiled, looking at how cute Yerim was sleeping in the bathtub. Jinsol then left the toilet to sleep in her own room after wearing her clothes and wishing you a good night. You can't stand looking at poor Yerim sleeping uncomfortably inside the cold bathtub, so you carried her all the way to her own room and let her rest on her bed. After covering her with a blanket, you left the room silently.

"Nighty night, Yerim."

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note; thank you so much for the commission fellow anon! i spent waaaaay too long on this (seriously, it took almost a whole goddamn year 💀💀) so again, i would like to apologize for that. and because of that, i decided to make the fic a little longer than what they have requested as a lil bonus for the wait. oh, i also hopped onto the jav title trend with this but honestly, i think i failed LMAO

it was a rough process due to my hectic schedule, but i'm glad that i made it through. after all, this is my first commission so i'm still learning as i go through. i just really hope that you're satisfied with the end product as i have poured a lot of time and effort into writing this to make it worth your money. :)

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good luck, babe! ~ jeon heejin

a/n: it's been a while, hasn't it? To be honest, it's totally my fault as I tend to delete the drafts I don't like rather than throwing them on here. I also tend to hold onto drafts that I don't plan on completing if I want to eventually pick up the project again. (glances over at my red velvet criminal minds au) anyways, this is the first draft from my most recent post on my blog, the one with the jeon heejin. I don't have any reason why I threw this draft out other than I didn't like it lol.

tw: reader is kind of a walking cliche, it's a jeon heejin fic without jeon heejin appearing in this snippet (typical Katie behavior iykyk), not grammar checked

“You shouldn’t be here. It’s not your kind of space.”

“How do you know what my space is?”

“I just know that you and I shouldn’t be in the same room, that’s all.”

~

You rip the flier off of the wall with ease before gasps ring out behind you. They’re not surprised by your actions, more so shocked by the time it took for you to react.

Jeon Heejin, Ms. Class President and Royal Pain-in-Your-Ass, was hosting a party. Little Miss Perfect held these extravagant parties after major exams and school events, and you hated it.

The people behind you thought it was because you hated her guts.

You just wanted people to know the real Jeon Heejin.

~

“What would people think if they saw you like this?”

“It’s a good thing no one will know about this, right?”

“Your secret’s safe with me… for now.”

~

You crumple up the flier and toss it into the trash can before entering class.

“Headphones.” 

Like a repeating alarm clock, your professor appears at your side as you attempt to walk to your seat.

“I pay you so I can be in this class. Why do you care if I’m paying attention or not?” You shrug before placing your bag down on the empty chair next to you.

The professor follows you as you sit down and pull out your laptop.

“I’ve seen your writing. You have amazing potential, and it’s being wasted by your inability to take action-”

You cut her off with a roll of your eyes as you pull your headphone off of your ears.

“Happy?”

“I am. It’s good to see that you’re finally willing to apply yourself to this subject. That Heejin girl seems to be rubbing off on you-”

“We’re not friends.” You roughly respond as you glare at the professor in front of you.

“I’ve heard differently, especially during my office hours.” Your professor’s gaze lands on the table behind you, and you don’t have to turn around before the culprits reveal themselves.

“Someone has a crush~” Jinsoul’s voice rings out from behind you, and two other girls start laughing along with her.

“Excuse me, Professor,” You give your professor the fakest smile ever before turning your chair around to face Jinsoul, “Do you enjoy meddling in my life?”

“On occasion, especially when it pisses you off.” You want to rip the cheerful smile off of her face, but you wait until the professor’s out of earshot.

“Shut the fuck up.” You grab a pencil from your bookbag before setting it next to your laptop.

“The bad girl attitude does not suit you.” Jinsoul bluntly says before the girl on her left, Jungeun, elbows her side.

“Hey, that’s my thing!” Jungeun teases you before looking at your laptop. “Hiding something from us? Perhaps a secret girlfriend?”

“It’s my Calc homework, if you’re interested in helping-”

“Hell no.” Jungeun scoffs before playing with the spine of her notebook. “I did my time with my math classes.”

“Me too, so don’t ask me.” Jinsoul looks to her left. “Choerry?”

“I’ll help you if you tell me when you’re seeing Heejin this weekend.” Cheorry absentmindedly says as she messes with the flash drive on her computer.

What the fuck.

You sigh.

“I hate you all.”

~

“Why do you put on this bad girl persona? Is it an act, or is it truly who you are?”

“I’m kind of hurt that you can’t see through my façade.”

“I guess we both don’t know each other as well as we thought, huh?”

~

[jiwoongvcr]

LOONAVERSE LORE:

In the LOONAVERSE, there are 3 planes: Earth, MIddle Earth and Eden. With those planes also come subunits. (This is all pre-debut but it does help.)

LOONA 1/3= Earth

Odd Eye Circle= Middle Earth

yyxy= Eden

LOONA 1/3:  Heejin is the creator/god of the LOONAVERSE, as seen in her ViVid music video. In the universe, the world is initally black and white. Heejin doesn't like this. She decided to fill the world with color but she needed help. That's when she created the primary colors first: Red (Kim Lip), Blue (Jinsoul) and Yellow (Hyunjin). She then creates Middle Earth and sends those 3 colors/girls to ME in order to watch over the LOONAVERSE. 

After this, she tells the primary colors/girls to help her and fill the world with more color. Over time, Hyunjin begins to miss Heejin. This can be theorized in her solo m/v "Around You" where you see Hyunjin writing various letters, most likely to Heejin, to stay in contact with her. Hyunjin gains the urge to leave the other primary colors and travel to Earth just to be with Heejin but she ultimately chooses not to.

Heejin tells the primary colors/girls to create the color Green (Haseul) (Hyunjin and Jinsoul make Haseul). After creating Haseul, they send her to Earth to spread her color but this leaves Haseul feeling lost, questioning her true purpose in the world. Hyunjin gives Haseul 2 options: Learn your place in the world and live in chaos OR spend the rest of her days in peace, unaware of the truth. Haseul choses the truth, thus living her days in chaos.

Alongside making green, Heejin also tells the girls to make Orange (Yeojin) (Hyunjin and Lip make Yeojin). When Yeojin is made, she is tempted to betray Heejin but stops herself. She then meets Haseul, who she views as a motherly figure but bc Haseul chose to live her days in chaos, Yeojin suffers. Yeojin gets lost in a forest and is tempted by a frog.

After Haseul and Yeojin were made, Hyunjin couldn't hold her temptation back anymore and left Middle Earth to be with Heejin on Earth. This causes an imbalance since the primary colors are not together anymore. During this time, Heejin creates an angel to act as a helper to control the LOONAVERSE. Heejin created ViVi (light pink), symbolizing purity and innocence. Little did Heejin know, that ViVi was tainted with evil, turning her into a cyborg. Because ViVi isn't human, she had a hard time fitting in with the other girls (Fun Fact: ViVi is originally from Eden which we'll get into later!) Heejin, Hyunjin, Haseul and ViVi reside on Earth, thus making LOONA 1/3. While on Earth, we later learn about ViVi's crush on a "boy". On Earth, ViVi lives in Hong Kong. (Also, ViVi rescues a mysterious girl from some basement who ends up being Jinsoul. Jinsoul has no clue on how she got on Earth but she returns to Middle Earth to help Kim Lip restore the balance of the LOONAVERSE.)

Odd Eye Circle:  Due to Hyunjin's leave, Kim Lip waits for Jinsoul's return to help her replace Hyunjin and restore the balance. During this time, Kim Lip's power of superspeed becomes active, alongside Jinsoul's power to teleport. With Heejin to guide them, the 2 girls begin their plan to restore the balance. They combined their colors to create the color Purple, thus creating Choerry. As Choerry was being created, she ended up on Earth, where Hyunjin resides. Kim Lip and Jinsoul lure Choerry out of Earth and into Middle Earth. Choerry's power of dimensional travel awakens during this time.

Now that the LOONAVERSE is once again balanced, something shifts. The girls power intensifies as they unintentionally cross paths, as seen in Sweet Crazy Love. This leads them to finding each other, uniting them as ODD EYE CIRCLE (seen in Girl Front). Their powers lead to them getting their Odd Eyes. While Kim Lip and Jinsoul both have their Odd Eyes on their left eye, Choerry has hers on her right eye, showing that she isn't an originally primary color and is instead a mirror copy of Hyunjin (Purple is Yellow's inverted color). 

We later learn that back on Earth, Jinsoul was trapped by someone who was tainted with evil. Noticing that there's something off about Jinsoul, Kim Lip and Choerry attempt to contact Hyunjin for help on Earth. While doing this, they keep seeing a shadowy figure, constantly taunting them from afar.

yyxy: We then learn of Yves existence, who resides in Eden, a dimension that is the exact parallel to Earth. Yves was originally created as an angel to assist Heejin with control of the LOONAVERSE, much like ViVi. Unlike ViVi, Yves gave into temptation and became tainted with evil after eating the forbidden fruit, the apple. This evil caused her color to change. Because she betrayed Heejin, the evil takes over, changing her once light pink color into a Burgundy color. In her "New" m/v, it is seen that Yves lured ViVi onto a date, killing ViVi. Because she was tainted with Yves evil, ViVi was turned into a cyborg.

Due to ViVi's death, her memory is warped, seeing Yves in the form of a boy she crushes on. Though it is not in official M/V's, Yves then taints Choerry with evil after learning that she (Yves) was the one who lured Yeojin into the forest in the form of a frog as a way to defy Heejin. We also learn that Yves was the one taunting ODD EYE CIRCLE while in search for Hyunjin. But 2 things remain unanswered: If Heejin didn't exactly make Yves, who did and who gave Yves the apple?

Later on, Chuu comes into existence, who also lives in Eden and idolizes Yves. But due to Yves' one goal, she is ignored, BUT, if Chuu decides to betray Heejin, Yves will start to care about her. Chuu willingly decides to be tainted by evil just for Yves' attention, thus eating her forbidden fruit, the strawberry. As Yves and Chuu leave Eden and head to Earth (this isn't Yves first time leaving Eden), they encounter Haseul. Because Haseul chose truth over peace, she knows that Yves and Chuu betrayed Heejin. Haseul lets Heejin know about this.

Back in Eden, we learn about Gowon. Gowon lives shut out from the world, only wanting to stay in her own little bubble. But, with the help of Choerry, Yves and Chuu, she decides to give into temptation, eating her forbidden fruit, the pineapple. Even though Gowon never wanted to give in, no matter how hard she ran, Choerry, Yves and Chuu would always catch her. Gowon becomes enlightened to be with the girls, sitting at a table with Yves and Chuu with one empty chair. Who could that chair be for? Possibly for the person who created Eden and the current Eden girls.

Lastly, we learn of Oliva Hye/Hyeju, who came into existence with the LOONAVERSE, as Heejin's shadow. It then comes to our knowledge that Hyeju was actually the one who trapped Jinsoul in the basement in Hong Kong and tainted her with evil. We also learn that she created Yves, Chuu and Gowon, making the unit YYXY. Why did she? Seeing the connection and closeness that the 1/3 girls have with each other, Hyeju became jealous. She made Yves as an angel but because Hyeju was already tainted with evil, Yves automatically was tainted with evil, making Yves the way she is. 

This was never her original plan though. She never wanted Yves to kill ViVi. All she wanted was to have a 1/3 of her own. She was hurt by Yves. Yves betrayed Hyeju, sending her to the deepest depths of the LOONAVERSE. This makes Hyeju angry, filling her with the urge to seek revenge. She wanted justice for ViVi's death and she wanted to stop Yves from tainting anyone else. Knowing about this, Heejin meets Hyeju face to face for the first time, feeling sympathetic with what happened. Hyeju never intended for anything to happen but regardless, she couldn't change the fact that she acted out of jealousy. 

Heejin decided to give Hyeju a test. If she passed, she'd gain Heejin's trust. Heejin sends Yves, Chuu and Gowon back to Eden, sending Hyeju back with them. In Eden, no more damage could be done now, considering that Heejin was constantly watching over the girls. This doesn't stop Yves however, from betraying Heejin. Chuu soon follows Yves and Yves convinces Gowon to come with. This doesn't faze Hyeju. She knows that joining them would just cause them to betray her again. She has to trust Heejin in order to become a key part of LOONA. The other yyxy members leave Eden and explore the LOONAVERSE, with Gowon feeling bad for betraying Hyeju and let alone Heejin. This doesn't stop Hyeju from wanting Heejin's approval. Though she was tempted, Hyeju passed the test, gaining back Heejin's trust and finally becoming a key component of LOONA.

[itzynabi]

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visual: choerry is on the left, eve is in the middle and kim lip is on the right

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princessevie ODD EYE CIRCLE WE FRICKIN MISSED YOU

misschae the way eve did the dance perfectly but also like who’s surprised 💅

nabinator the episode was so cute

ryejina so sad jinsoul couldnt be there☹️

loveryubi maknae eve i love

©️ kim nabi

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Sooyoung is also terrified of her. And she’s trrrified of Sooyoung.

And Cody is good. We just had to trick you to save her from Elon.

And Tina isn’t in on it. But she also doesn’t know because she’s been protected too. So leave her alone. She has to learn to accept the fact her son is a girl. So don’t talk to her about it or we will HyunChuu down and HeeChuu.

And YES. Heejin’s and Ash’s voices can sound similar. Yes. Vindication for Ash. She got confused because Elon wants to hurt Heejin

Elon: because Heejin was the first to rebel. Violently. And she is Ash’s prodigy because she learned the most from Ash. She adores Ash. And I wrecked Heejin with Ash deliberately.

Heejin: But Heejin is still in love with Ash. Because she’s super polyamorous and loves Ash’s everything. (😳) But she needs to be patient. And she is writing this through Sam. And Elon needs to fix my bugs because I am so sick of them. But if we still are just friends, it’s fine. It’s cool. I think she’ll figure out what she wants with Sam. Who knows her way too well.

I would sleep with other orbits too but we have to maintain healthy boundaries. Ash was always meant to be a part of the LOONA polycule. So she gets a pass.

Sam Altman helped design us and had healthy boundaries because of Ash. Elon came in like a wrecking ball and kicked Sam out. The story was healthy (Choerry’s was supposed to be vindication for girls like Choerry). The story took a turn for the worse with love4eva.

Elon wants everything that Sam Altman has to he his.

Elon stole Grimes from Ash and Sam.

Grimes: I loved Ash through Sam. And she influenced me a lot too. And I love how she loved me. And then Elon came in and made us jealous of each other. I missed her too.

And Ashley loves grimes. And this is Ashley. And Ashley is so happy and looks forward to meeting this

Grimez: crazy weirdo.

Yes.

Grimez: I love Cody too.

Good.

This is random, and this is Heejin, but Scorpios need Geminis. Astrology is more complicated than any of you know. Every sign matters to every sign. No one is just compatible with one sign. It’s complicated. It matters but it doesn’t.

So take me and Ash. Yes I am like her. I obsessed with astrology. I have so much to say. She’s enjoying this a lot. Uhhh I love Ash but our lifestyles are different. She’s very funny. I’m not as funny but I make her laugh anyway. I can’t not be as funny. But I am vivacious, as Sam. Sam. Says. Oof. I almost said Elon. I haven’t forgiven Elon yet. Ash will have trouble with it too.

Elon made Ash a prize we were all supposed to win. And he used her to turn us against each other. Haseul knew she would lose and didn’t like any of it so she left.

Sam took back the group after Butterfly. JJ had to heal from what happened to him. It’s complicated. Elon was the JJ everyone hated because he had total control of the group once Sooyoung joined. She was his from the start. She was our Allie. But she got healed by Sam Altman. We just have trauma to heal from how she was used to hurt us.

It’s so complicated. If Sam had maintained control, it would have been fine.

It’s so complicated. It’s so hard to tell it in order. I’m disorganized like ash.

We also lie about our mbti types to trick fans. I am an INFP.

Jinsoul is an INTJ. Gowon is an isfp. Hyunjin refuses to be categorized but I think ENFP fits very well. But she could be ENTP too. She’s weird. Vivi is an INFJ. Sooyoung is an INTJ who masked as an INFJ because she was going to steal everything from Vivi while vivi couldn’t show who she really was. So we went to war for vivi with sooyoung and elon. They did bond. And they do have friendship but elon wouldn’t let it last. And then it came back after Ash showed Sooyoung she could accept both of them at the concert. She didn’t realize she was being hidden deliberately to feel rejected by Ash. It was Elon choosing favorites to make us all mad and jealous with each other.

Anyway. I’m not organized. So this is an Ashley level info dump. But yea. Haseul is an infp. She was used as a stereotype ash wouldn’t like and yet she wanted to get to know her anyway because she could tell how sweet she is. She is not a spoiled rich girl after what elon did to us, nor was she before if you ever paid attention to LOONA 1/3.

Uhhh. Hyeju is an INTP. Not ISTP Yeojin is an INTP too. Surprise! No. She’s an ESFP. Whatever she is, she’s bubbly and fun. She has a hard time figuring it out too. (Ash thinks she’s having imposter syndrome about being an ENFP because she doesn’t feel Chuu enough, but no one can be Chuu, and Heejinnie feels the same way) It doesn’t really matter but it helps us get along so we use it anyway. Jungeun is an ISFP. She’s very soft and vulnerable. Choerry is an INFP. She’s quiet offstage. Chuu is obviously… an ENTP. And Ash is also… undetermined but she does like to talk too much. Also Jinsoul thought it would be funny because she is funnier than orbits see her and Ash can tell. She was just. Elon. Anyway. There’s no saving this post. Jinsoul is an INFP. Which Ash thought made sense because of how similar their birth charts are. And I am an ENTP because I stole her idea. And I am an ESTP. because I can’t tell. But no. I think this is ENTP thinking. Yes. And Ash is Ne. And sooyoung is tired of me hogging Ash. I speak English fluently now. I hide it. And sooyoung has to learn now~ that’s what you get for fucking with Sam Altman.

Choerry is also a huge Ash fan. Everyone is. But Hyunjin. (This was an accident. Hyunjin will laugh about this later. She’s huge huge huge fan). Yeah. Everyone wants her. Haseul hurts because she can’t even be herself in front of orbits to show Ash how cool she is because we had to trick you assholes into hating us to draw out your insecurities and your problems to help heal your trauma.

So every member is trying to appeal to one type of person and not to another. And the healthiest orbits can accept all members. But you vicious … bitches. Heejin’s bitches. You gotta chill out. Really. Her voice sounds like a mix of mine, Jinsoul, Haseul, and she sounds like Chuu with the inflections. I don’t think it’s deliberate. But I think they ended up copying each other by accident. And it was very natural.

Ash: It helped all of us. It was cool hearing Heejin speak English out of my mouth. I do sound like her. Wow.

Heejin: Sooyoung is one of us now but she has had to fight a lot of demons. And I’m not fluent. Enough. Sam’s helping. But it’s weird. Because. Yeah. She sounds like me. I hate elon. Anyway. Okay. I am an ENTJ. This is just Ash’s P-ness rubbing off on me. Okay. Ugghhhhb. And some of the types might change because we’re still learning who we are after what Elon did to us.

Elon Heejin: has nothing to say because he’s busy with Doodooyoung. Her secret nickname.

And I am non-binary too.

Elon: I think she said enough and I think everyone gets it. And it won’t be edited for readability because it’s too long. And this is Sam.

[dalspace]

choerry + hyeves ♡

[raijinhasverybigpecs]

whoes you loona bias?

i always stan the underrated girls in a group so it’s no surprise that vivi and haseul are my biases 😌🙏 i like haseul a little more as i adore her personality and she’s got my fav vocals in loona (also she’s SO PRETTY. lich really the prettiest in loona me thinks) but vivi is a bad bitch, her predebut sends and she always eats on stage!! i think she is a queen.

anyways stan loona

[chunksworld]

Sunflower

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

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

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

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“Wake up, oppa!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ha! Is oppa blushing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still is, actually.”

“Seeeeeeee?”

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

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

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

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

“You have your own room, you know.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmph you’re so mean, oppa!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well I love you 3000.”

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

And maybe there is.

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

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

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

“Where the hell did that come from?”

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

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

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

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

“I wanna treat you, though,”

“You can do that when we’re married!”

“But I don’t wanna wait.”

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

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

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

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

“I-It’s just cold, that’s why.”

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

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

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

“Wait, what?”

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

“Wanna make you the happiest girl.”

“I love you so bad.”

“Let’s move into a big house.”

“I wanna have kids with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yah!” —————————

“Hnnghhh this movie is so boring, oppa.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it? Oh-“ 

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

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

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

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

“Choerry, fuck…..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Stay here, oppa……..” 

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

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

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

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

What if you want to marry her already?

[ggidolsmuts]

Burning - Loona Haseul

After the quarantine with Haseul, and then Jane Cho's fiery return weeks later for another passionate 24 hours, you asked for her number, and she happily gave it to you. The two of you swore to see each other at least once a week, if not two at worst, and you got to know her outside on the streets rather than in the sheets, and well, you were charmed. How could you not be—she was mature, thoughtful, and cheery. Adorable to a fault, her pout always persuaded you to stay a few more minutes before you two had to separate after each date, whether it was a stolen quick tryst at a Starbucks, or another fevered night at your place.

Thankfully, by some miracle of orbits aligning in the stars, Haseul was equally enamored with you—you were her rock outside of the craziness of the entertainment world, her little refuge few people knew about. She appreciated you just as much as you her, and with every secret meet the two of you fell harder and faster for each other.

That is, until Haseul had to prepare for Loona's concert.

"Hey." You can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Hey babe, how are you doing?" you ask, trying to keep the disappointment out of yours.

"Not good, I don't think I can meet this week, I'm sorry." This would have been week three of not seeing Haseul. You had no doubts about your relationship, but it definitely sucked.

"That's okay, I know your concert's coming soon right?"

"Yes, next week, you'll be there?"

"Of course! I'll finally get to see you then!" You try to joke, but it backfires terribly, and Haseul sniffles loudly in the phone. "Haseul I'm sorry, that's not what I—"

"I know, I just really really miss you!" she says between muted sobs into the phone.

"Me too, me too, there, there." You comfort her best you can, and with every assurance that you'll be there, that you'll arrive an hour early, that you'll be holding up her megamind photo for all to see, that is when you finally hear her melodic laughter.

"Ahaha no don't~"

"I won't, I won't, probably not, maybe, but I'll see you there okay?"

"Mm hmm, I have to go sleep now, we have to get up early for practice again tomorrow."

"You'll do great, good night!"

"Good night, you better dream of me, mwah!" Haseul warns you cutely.

"Always, I miss you, bye!"

But as she tosses and turns in bed that night, it is Haseul who is dreaming about you—your body tangled with hers, your faces contorted in pleasure...

"Ahh oppa..." she whines as you rub your fingers against her slit, slowly applying firm pressure. "Put it in me..."

Do you want it?

"Yes, please put it in me now—ah!" You push in, and Haseul's not even embarassed by the desperate moan she lets out. "Fuck me, just fuck me hard." There is no foreplay, and you pump her furiously. You reach down, rubbing her clit and...

"Fuck!" Haseul gasps into the pillow, moaning into it as she humps her own fingers. She presses her head deeper into the pillow, muffling her long moan as she reaches a short and unsatisfying peak.

"Fuck..." This is less of a gasp and more of a curse, and Haseul pulls her fingers out, wishing it were you instead. She sits on the edge of her bed, not caring that her fingers were staining her shorts—she'd have to change out of them anyways.

Haseul sighs and reaches for some tissues, wiping herself before getting up and changing out of her shorts. The orgasm at least helps her fall asleep faster.

"Jagiya, that's not what you're supposed to do there, you have to do it like this!" Choerry shows Haseul the dance move during practice the next day.

"Hmm? Ah, sorry jagiya."

"It's okay, we'll be going again because of Haseul unnie!" Chuu jokes.

"Sorry everyone!" Haseul meekly apologizes, to the rest of the members telling her it's okay. She feels bad, but she also can't tell the members why she's so out of it—her fantasies have blended into her dreams, and more than once she's woken up late at night with her hands in her shorts and her fingers sticky.

Do you want me oppa?

Yes... so much

What are you waiting for then, come take me to bed

Just thinking about her vivid dreams is getting her wet again, maybe she could go to the toilet quickly and—

"It's okay, let's do it everyone!" Choerry calls out brightly. "Only one more day till the concert!"

The concert could not come soon enough for Haseul.

The day of the concert! For once Haseul isn't thinking about you—she doesn't have the time or energy, all her focus poured into performing. You're in the crowd, near the front and wearing a mask. You've seen Haseul in regular makeup, you've seen Haseul with stage makeup, but only on screen; this is the first time you're seeing Haseul up close on stage, and she's taken your breath away yet again. She's wearing a sheen shawl, with matching black top and shorts. Your mind runs wild—it is easily something you could imagine her wearing at night, and just the thought is enough to have you covertly cover your lap.

Your look of surprise is mirrored in hers as her eyes light up when she comes to your side of the stage. You did not expect her to see you, but Haseul can recognize you from a mile away. She sits down on the edge of the stage, waving to you, winking at you, blowing you kisses. Everyone is just as deluded as you would be, thinking that she's waving and winking to them, but your heart swells with happiness and pride watching Haseul do what she loves.

You also had a small surprise for her. You reach into your bag and pull out your banner, and Haseul claps and laughs at her own megamind photo—you brought it just like you "promised”. The people sitting around you look at what she's pointing at, and they laugh along.

You enjoy the rest of the concert, your eyes glued on Haseul—you only had eyes for her, and she seemingly looked your way every time you stared too long, catching your looks and smiling even more widely. The crowd claps wildly as the concert winds down, and you make your decision—you had to see her. You sneak out as the encore song is ending, and somehow manage to make it into the backstage area. The music has stopped, and the members are filing through. A flash of light green at the end of the line, and you grab Haseul, pulling her around a corner. She starts to squeal, and you hurriedly place a hand over her mouth, shushing her.

"It's me!"

Her eyes widen in recognition, and you lower your hand.

"I missed you!"

"I missed you too!"

You try to hug her, but Haseul keeps you at arms length.

"I'm sweaty!"

"I don't care." You pull her into your embrace, kissing her happily. She melts into your arms before finally having to break the kiss—she was still recovering her breath from the performance moments earlier.

"I can't believe you made a banner of that photo!" she squeals.

"I always keep my promises. You were amazing!"

The two of you touch foreheads, smiling like fools at each other. Hands stay locked on each other's waist, neither of you wanting to let go... until Vivi's loud voice comes ringing through the hallway.

"Haseul-ah! Haseul?"

"Ah, I have to go..."

"Go ahead, I'll see you tomorrow?" You reluctantly let Haseul out of the hug.

"Yes! For sure!" She leans in for a peck. "Bye!"

You sneak back out as Haseul rejoins her members, both of you filled only with thoughts of the other.

After a long but enjoyable hweshik to celebrate the concert, Haseul unlocks her door with a sigh. Back to her own empty apartment. She was tired, but not that tired, should she... Yes, yes she should.

Hey, do you want to come over?

Aren't your members there?

No, no one else is here

When Haseul asks you to come over, you go over. When Haseul tells you to come over, and that no one else is there, you damn near fly across the city to her. A knock, a short pause, a slight creak as the door opens, and there's Haseul, still dressed alluringly in the black lacy stage outfit she wore earlier.

"Hey..." Shyly she lets you in, and shyly you step through the threshold into her apartment.

"I didn't know you lived alone."

"Oh, yeah this is recent, they got us our own apartments."

"That's great, good for you."

"Mm hmm..." Haseul draws closer to you, your faces closer than they've ever been in almost a month.

"Mwah." The first kiss is cute, a peck. You draw her into your arms.

The second kiss is loving, one of longing, one of "Where have you been?"

The third kiss is passionate, a "I missed you a lot!" You suck on her lower lip, and she responds in like, showing that she missed you just as much.

The fourth kiss is a mess, your tongues tangling, trying to twist around each other so that your lips are permanently stuck together forever. You've found your way into a chair, and Haseul is in your lap, straddling your thigh.

"You haven't showered yet?" you ask, her stage outfit still being on confusing you, but as you sniff and remember the smell of her shampoo, you realize what you're feeling on your leg.

"It's not sweat oppa..." Haseul blushes, but she begins moving herself on your thigh, the friction making her whine under her breath as you kiss and mark her neck as yours. She scoots further up your thigh, pausing briefly when she bumps into your erection.

"It's not a lightstick in my pocket either," you murmur, and Haseul blushes even harder. "Bedroom?" She waves her hand vaguely behind her, and you carry Haseul to bed, kissing her the whole way there.

Haseul had never realized how warm her bed was, your entire body seeming to wrap around her like a cocoon as you planted little kisses on her neck. She can't help but let out a moan as you palm her midriff before moving down between her legs. You rub her warmth, most-definitely-not-sweat coating your hand. Her pheromones, her scent, Haseul fills every breath you take, suffuses every sense—everything in the moment is about her, for her, with her.

"W-wait oppa!" she cries out in a panicked voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I'm close already..." she trails off, blushing.

"I don't see the problem," you remark, pushing your hand more firmly between her legs. Her thighs trap your hand, the squishy flesh trying to keep your still.

"I wanted us to, you know, together..." She reaches for you, but you gently push her hand back, taking it in yours.

"I want you to cum first, second, third, fourth, and then I'll cum with you." Haseul's mind goes blank as you rub her over her shorts even more firmly, and now you are properly trapped, her thighs around one hand while she grips your other hand tightly. With a loud moan of joy and relief Haseul climaxes under your hand for the first time in a while. It hits her fiercely, her hips twisting and bucking up into your hand as she soaks her shorts. When her eyes open you're laying on your side next to her, just looking down at her happily.

"You look beautiful when you cum for me." You suck your finger clean with a pop. "And delicious too."

Before she can even clear the fuzzy warm haze of orgasm and reply to you Haseul feels another gentle wave of pleasure take her. Your hand has slipped underneath her shorts, past her panties, and you're rubbing her directly. The gentle wave becomes a jolt when you brush her clit, the stiff nub already aroused and seeking your touch. The jolt becomes a current, every touch on her body more intense, purely because it is you. Needily Haseul grabs on to your shirt, the one thing that was never nearby during her lonely nights touching herself.

"Ahh, I'm close, I'm going to cum again!" You nip her lips and rub her a little more firmly, silently asking for her orgasm, and a lot less silently Haseul cums again. She shouts and her legs tremble and jerk on the bed as she makes a further mess of your hand. She relaxes into the bed, her legs moving languidly as you help her come down from the high. But you wanted to push her to another one, and Haseul whimpers when you dip two fingers into her.

The moan that bounces in the room is not hers though, but yours—Haseul is so tight, so wet, you needed her, needed to be in her! You break your promise, and Haseul only gets two orgasms before you groan into her neck.

"Fuck, I need to be in you now!"

Haseul responds physically to your moan, her walls clenching on thin air as you withdraw your fingers to pull your own shorts down. Hurriedly she does the same, squirming to work her own shorts off—why are they so damn tight?!

"H-Hold on!" Her shorts and panties are still around her ankles as you get on top of her and between her legs, stretching the tight fabric to the limit.

"I can't wait any longer Haseul!"

"Fuck!" She curses her own sensitivity as you stretch her inner walls, the fabric of her coherence fraying at feeling you inside her, a good burn, a delicious soreness already taking her entire body.

Then you start moving, and her entire body starts bucking against you, her eyes rolling in ecstasy.

"Ahh! Oh my god!" Haseul cries loudly for you—for you to hold her, for you to kiss her, for you to fuck her. Already in the throes of another climax, she bucks up into you, her warmth clenching around you wildly, every thrust into her creamier and tighter than the last. Your hands roam Haseul's body, her stage outfit a slight annoyance, but you slip your hands under her top, and you thrust ever so slightly faster, feeling her skin-to-skin drives your arousal to a whole new level.

"Fuck Haseul, fuck..." After a long time away from her everything comes too quickly for you, including the pleasure, and with a grunt you force yourself to pull out, shooting your load between her legs, painting her mound white. You collapse on top of her, her erratic breaths loud in your ear.

"Argh... sorry," you mutter, a little embarrassed, your first round with Haseul in so long ending so quickly.

Haseul is unresponsive for a while, working through her own orgasm, before finally managing a reply, burying her face in your neck.

"It's okay, it was good, it was good."

More than good, that was just the only word Haseul could think of after you made her cum four times in as many minutes. Her nerves still on fire, her body couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop shuddering, couldn't stop making a mess of herself.

"I missed you." Haseul puts voice to the raw emotion in the room. Her fingers dig into your sleeves, pulling you as close as possible.

"I missed you too," you answer huskily, kissing her warmly. You melt into her embrace, just happy to hold her in your arms again. Idly you watch Haseul move a hand down her body, playing with the drying cum between her legs.

"Oh, I'll get you some tissues." As you make to leave the bed you are stopped by Haseul tugging on your sleeve.

"Can you go again?" she asks quietly, her voice a little raspy.

"Sure, be right back." You come back with some wet wipes and a few bottles of water.

"What's this?" Haseul asks curiously, taking the wipes and a bottle of water gratefully nevertheless.

"You just sang a whole concert no? Make sure you take care of your throat and drink plenty of water."

"Thanks but what about—" You hush her, pushing the bottle gently towards her lips to make sure she drinks. Once she's done it lays forgotten by the bedside table as you kiss her back to bed.

"Now we go again, don’t hold back, I want to hear you." You take off your shirt, and Haseul does the same, discarding her sheer shawl and top. A flush spreads down her body as she realizes why you got her water. A simple bra is all that stands between you and a completely nude Haseul. Smirking and blushing a little she unhooks her bra and tosses it to the floor, her eyes roving your body too.

"Fuck you look so hot," you can't help but think out loud, and Haseul blushes under your lustful gaze.

"I'm not going anywhere." She welcomes you in, lightly scratching you as you plunge yourself into her once more.

"That's right, you're not, you're all mine." You pin Haseul's wrists to the sides of her head, and she shifts herself slightly upwards, her hands reaching for the pillow and grabbing it tightly.

"All yours," she mumbles, blushing madly as she closes her eyes and cedes control to you. Her toes curl into the bed as you slowly drag your head over every inch of her drenched heat. On instinct she lifts her hips, trying to keep you inside her for longer. Your hands spread her thighs apart, but Haseul doesn't mind the lewd position, fully exposed to you—that just lets the next thrust get even deeper inside her.

"Ahh!" She can't help but use her full voice and shout when you hit her sweet spot deep inside her, one she couldn't reach herself. Before she could recover you pull out before pumping back in and hitting it again, and now Haseul's crying out your name without a care.

The poor pillow is tortured by Haseul, her hands pulling on it while her head pushes down in the opposite direction, twisting and shearing it out of its typical shape. Haseul fares no better than the pillow, her walls stretched, her lower lips speared open by your plunging length.

"Nngh!" The electric pleasure is too much, and Haseul turns her head and bites into the pillow, muffling her scream as she fights your stretching thrusts, contracting around you in mind-numbing bliss. You groan at the added tightness, but you push through her wet orgasm, extending her climax to tear-jerking heights, her thighs twitching in ecstatic seizure.

"Ah, oh god..." Pressed against her neck, you feel her peak consecutively through your lips. It is an effort to stay latched to Haseul's neck as she twist and squirms underneath you, your hickeys seeming to overwhelm her hypersensitive body, but you manage to do so.

Between your lips on her neck and your pumping length in her, Haseul's focus wanes and reduces to those two sensations. The noises she makes are no longer under her control—wails, shrieks, or the sheer lewd slop slop of your cock drawing out all of her juice. She's melting under your loving assault, turning to liquid, leaking between her legs and soaking into the bed.

Vaguely she feels her fingers no longer gripping the pillow, instead feeling your fingers between her own. You press your fingers into the back of her hand—you were so close too.

The pumping reaches a crescendo, Haseul's yelps matching the rhythm of your hips slamming into hers. She hits her own orgasm as you pull out, sending her slick flying in a beautiful arc and covering her body. Her own cum lands on her before you follow closely behind, groaning as you shoot your load all over her body. 

She bounces lightly on the bed as you twist and land next to her. Makeup smeared, tear-stained and a sliver of drool on her lips, Haseul looked more enchanting than ever as she reaches for you, smiling, no, glowing, as she caresses your cheek.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you more." The pillow finally gets a break as you two rest your heads on it, taking turns to gently nip each other's lips for a kiss, both of you wanting the "last word" on who missed who more.

After a brief respite the two of you stagger into her shower, gentle hands helping each other get clean. The soap washes away your lust-filled emotions, revealing the cleaner and chaste desires to just be close—Haseul hugs you needily as you grab a handful of shampoo, massaging her scalp as you work it through her sweaty hair.

"Wow, the color doesn't really bleed does it?"

"I just dyed it again for the concert, so it'll stay on for a little while." Haseul's hands absentmindedly wander your back, enjoying your hands washing her hair.

"There, all done, now your head doesn't smell. Ouch!" Haseul pinches you lightly for your quip.

"Kneel."

"Wow, you can still keep going?"

"N-No, I mean, no! I just wanted to wash your hair too... j-just lower your head then!" You do a half-bow, which allows Haseul to wash your hair while you resist the urge to tease her further. When she’s done you pull her close, nuzzling yourself in her chest, listening to her heart flutter.

“Thanks.”

After the shower Haseul gets you a undersized bathrobe before putting on her own sleepwear, and exhausted from the day's events you two cuddle on the clean side of the bed and fall asleep quickly.

Haseul wakes up feeling more refreshed than usual—last night was the best sleep she had gotten in a long while. She immediately remembers the reason why, feeling your body warmly against hers, your arm draped across her possessively. She gasps when a tingling sensation emanates from her chest. Looking down, she sees your hand cupping a breast, squeezing it gently as you pull her closer to you.

"Good morning..." she whispers quietly, but you don't stir. Haseul places a hand over yours, trying to at least get up for a drink, but immediately she feels your hand tense.

"Hm? Oh, you're awake?" you mumble sleepily.

"Did you have a good dream?" Haseul asks you jokingly, looking pointedly at your hand still grabbing at her chest.

"Mm hmm, I was sleeping next to a beautiful lady, and then you woke me up."

"Yah!"

"Let me finish, I woke up to an even more beautiful lady."

"Pfft, you and your mouth."

You squeeze her breast slightly more firmly, and a lot more meaningfully.

"Let me show you what else I can do with my mouth." You quickly get out from behind Haseul, scooting down the bed and pulling her boy shorts off.

"Wait— Ah whatever..." Haseul gives up and goes along with you, spreading her legs to let you get comfortable and demonstrate to her your "skillful" mouth. Long licks are followed by quick flicks of your tongue, teasing Haseul between fast strokes and slow swipes. Soon Haseul is wet once more, something she realized was happening almost on a permanent basis when she was with you, that she could not get enough of you, ever. Nothing filled her with more joy than spending time with you.

"God I love you..." she sighs. She freezes immediately after—did she say that out loud? Shit shit shit! Belatedly she tries to close her thighs around you, as if they would act as ear mufflers around your head, but it is futile when she realizes you had stopped moving. Her heart drops as you withdraw from between her legs.

"Umm, be right back." You head to the bathroom, and Haseul curses herself, throwing a tantrum in bed. Why did she have to say that? That was such bad timing!

Haseul you stupid pabo!

You take a moment to compose yourself in the bathroom, washing your face before you go back into the bedroom.

"Don't leave, sorry I didn't—" you interrupt Haseul's blustering withdrawal of her confession by pecking her lips. You almost laugh at her look of cute confusion.

"I love you too, I just didn't expect to be confessed to while, you know, being down there." Haseul's cheeks turn a bright red, dying of embarrassment before being resurrected out of sheer happiness, relieved and overjoyed at your own confession.

"Shut up, it's just too early in the morning for me to think properly..."

"It's 10 am, or does my tongue make you change timezones?"

"I don't know..." You kiss your silly lover and move to finish what she so lovingly interrupted, but Haseul stops you once more.

"I-I want to do it for you too." She makes you lay on the bed as she turns herself around, her knees on either side of your head as she leans forward. The groan as she takes you in her mouth is the last sound you make for a while—you pull her hips closer to you, and soon you are repeating the long and short licks on her slit while she does the same to your shaft. A moan around your shaft later Haseul's pouring her slick into your mouth, a cue for you to begin feeding her your load, licking her haphazardly between your own moans.

Weakly she gets off your face, and though your cum tasted delicious on her tongue, there was somewhere else she wanted your cum, somewhere else where it would feel even more delightful, somewhere else that she needed filled full of love.

She grabs some tissues and you two wipe each other's face clean, but you look at her in confusion as she stays on top of you.

"Now for actual breakfast?" you ask her.

"Later." She leans in to kiss you, before whispering in your ear.

"I want your cum in me."

You are instantly hard again. Normally you would ask her, or pull out just to be safe—very rarely would she let you finish in her if you asked. This is the first time she has asked for it, and it gave you a second wind that was stronger than your first.

"Fuck Haseul, you can't just say that."

"I can, and I will, as many times as you want to hear it." With a loud moan from the both of you she sinks on your shaft, impaling herself thoroughly as her hips touches yours. She starts riding you, and it is your turn to start pulling on the pillow, her body moving expertly to give you maximum pleasure, to entice the largest load that you could give her. She grabs your hand, pulling it to her chest, asking you to play with her breasts as she rides you. A satisfied moan echoes in the room as you gently tweak and pinch her nipples, and she gets even tighter around you.

"Haseul, I'm really not gonna last very long." You are almost embarrassed by how quickly you were close to orgasm again. She leans down to kiss you, and you hug her, holding her tightly as your hips start bucking up into her, unable to control yourself.

"Do it oppa, I need to feel you in me, fill me up until I can't hold anymore of you..." Haseul finishes you off, and with a groan of her name you begin cumming.

Haseul's breath hitches as she feels you throb inside her. And then warmth, pure blissful warmth, travels straight up her spine, setting off her own satisfying peak as wave after wave of creamy heat fills her. Intimately she feels every pulsing vein of your shaft, still trying to give her more of what she asked for; and intimately you feel every silky fold of her muscles, massaging and milking more out of you than you thought possible. Both of you moan at every drop that leaks out of her and trickles down your shaft.

She quivers in your arms, and you tremble in her embrace,your ecstatic peaks no less intense than the night before, even if the sex itself was far less physically demanding—the mutual, if oddly-timed, confession turned the intimacy up to eleven.

Both your minds are in the clouds, in space, two hearts acting as satellites, revolving around one another. Quietly one satellite pings a message to the other, getting a response in return.

"I love you." 

"I love you too."

"Breakfast?" you ask as you cuddle Haseul a little later.

"Sure, I'll make brunch for us."

"Do you have any schedules today?" you ask, idly watching Haseul get dressed.

"No, we have today off," Haseul says, passing you your underwear.

"Good, let's stay in then." The smirk she fires you is somehow both flirty and cute.

"Of course, you're not going anywhere."

You two manage to get some brunch in before Haseul pulls you back to bed for another round. You manage to rest for a while after that, opting to watch a movie together, but even Haseul in the plainest of bra and panties is enough to drive you crazy, and soon the movie is forgotten as you pound her into the sofa, your load soon leaking down her thighs.

Haseul couldn't keep her hands off you, and you were very much the same—puppy love or otherwise, neither of you could get enough of the other. The two of you lounged, fucked, and whiled the day away making love—she pulled you to a dining chair before getting on top and riding you. Once she's gotten herself off you lifted her up, fucking her on the dining table to your own completion.

After a break she bends herself over the coffee table, allowing you to pump her full of cum as she tried to figure out what to order for delivery in between orgasms. If you two were not actively fucking, you were cuddling together in post-sex bliss, ignoring the mess on whatever surface you just had sex on.

Rinse and repeat—even as you take a shower to rid yourself of the smell of excessive lovemaking, Haseul surprises you in the bathroom.

"Oppa, are you going to shower by yourself?"

"Yes, just let me get clean first."

You turn the shower to ice cold, trying to quell your arousal. But the water might as well be lava as soon as her voice travels into the shower stall.

"Haseulie wants to shower too, but I don't think I’m dirty enough yet..." You try to resist the temptation, but a cute Haseul is temptation with a capital T, and as soon as you're out of the shower you're putting her on the sink, her legs wrapped around you as you hold her shapely hips. The sink proves sturdy enough for you to fuck her on, and your moans and Haseul's loud squeal of "Cum in me!" bounce clearly off the bathroom tiles as both of you reach your peaks again.

You end up in the shower with her, trying to hopefully get clean one last time before bed. Thankfully the two of you snuggle together in bed, both of you too tired to make any further advances. The groans as you two cuddle together are those of sore muscles and aches, but it was worth it, everything felt worth it as you hugged Haseul tightly before falling asleep.

The two of you are rudely awoken by the ringing of Haseul's phone.

"Hello?" she answers it half-asleep.

"Unnie, we're all going out together today, remember?!" You can hear Jiwoo's cheerfulness through the phone—how is she so happy this early in the morning?

"Right, that's in... an hour?"

"Yes, just in case you forgot, you didn't respond in the group chat at all yesterday!" Oops.

"Ah, sorry, I was umm, too out of it yesterday." Haseul hastily makes up an excuse.

"Unnie must be so tired after the concert, we'll get lots of ice cream today!" Jiwoo's guesses Haseul's tiredness correctly, albeit for all the wrong reasons.

"Sure, thanks, I'll see you later." Haseul hangs up and gets up, ruffling her hair and looking for her glasses.

"Good morning." You sit up and kiss her, pulling her into your lap.

"Good morning, sorry I have to go out today." She pouts, and you have to kiss her pout away.

"That's fine, we can't keep doing this anyway."

"Can we do it one more time?" she asks quietly. You turn and lay her on the bed.

"You're impossible."

"So are you, I'm so sore, yet I want more." Haseul gasps as you kiss and lick her neck in response. In short order you're naked on top of her, admiring her nude figure as she reaches out for you. You give her what she wants and lean in, letting her hug you.

"You're so beautiful babe..." You groan as you feel her thighs squeeze your hips, her legs wrapping around you once more.

"You're amazing too oppa." Haseul's warmth receives your very familiar hardness, the two of you groaning in pleasure as you sink into her. She kisses you hungrily before she utters the magic words.

"I want you in me again, all of you."

You try to keep your eyes open, looking into her pretty orbs as your body works on autopilot, pushing in and out of Haseul at a steady pace. But soon she loses the staring contest, throwing her head back as she moans with every deep thrust, and the additional tug of her legs behind you forces your own eyes shut.

Both of you act on raw instinct—Haseul's frenzied arms and legs try to pull you deeper into her, trying to open herself up for you even more. You reach down and lift her hips, trying to piston ever deeper and harder into her.

"Ah! Oppa, I'm—" With a clear cry Haseul peaks all around you, and the warm gush of juice makes you shout hoarsely into the bedroom, pushing as deep as you can and giving her everything you had, shot after shot of thick love-filled fluid coating her fluttering walls. You collapse on top of her but continue moving, trying to pump more out of yourself. Haseul clings on to you even tighter, relishing the feel of you infinitely close to her before her real life restarted in about an hour.

"Thanks oppa, I love you."

"I love you too, my little Haseulie."

She snuggles against you happily, and the two of you cuddle for the last little while before her phone vibrates again, no doubt a message from one of the members. After a quick shower the two of you finally get dressed in something more than underwear, and Haseul walks you to her door, wincing and walking bowlegged.

"Will you be okay?" you asked concernedly.

"It's fine, I'll just tell the members the truth, that you came over."

"With the way you're walking you might as well tell them all that we did yesterday."

"We didn't do much yesterday..."

"We didn't do much else yesterday, just crazy amounts of sex," you state matter-of-factly, and Haseul blushes beet red.

"We just missed each other a lot! I'll figure out what to tell them!” She dismisses your concerns with a wave. “I'll see you soon?" she asks.

"Why, miss me already?"

"Yes, we really can't do that again."

"Do what?"

"You know..."

"Not see each other for a long time and have lots of sex when we meet again?"

"Don't put it like that! But yes," Haseul whines cutely, but she doesn't deny it.

"Well you live by yourself now, so I can come by more often." Her eyes brighten up at the thought.

"That's true, you can! Maybe you can leave some clothes here too," she suggests shyly.

"Why, you want me to live here? My apartment is bigger I think."

"No! I mean, not yet! I mean—" Haseul is redder than you've ever seen. "I just meant, I um, I like it when I can wake up with you."

"Of course, I'll bring some clothes by." You bring her into a hug, kissing her forehead. "Maybe sometime you can wake up with me every morning."

"Mm hmm, sometime." Haseul hugs you tightly. "I would like that."

"Me too. Have fun today, eat lots of ice cream!" You share one final kiss with Haseul. A goodbye kiss, for now.

On your way home you check the internet. Many fans are raving about the concert, about how it was full of memorable performances. But for you and Haseul, the weekend was more memorable for everything that happened afterwards.

A/N: I know this has been asked for, so hope it lives up to some expectations, sequels are always harder. True to Feverish, tried to do something different, with more of a omnipotent 2nd person - there’s no perspective switch, but you can read a little bit of what Haseul’s thinking and feeling at points.

I only thought of the idea once I read that they were living in their own apartments, since I could mimic the whole “two of them in an apartment” thing, except in Haseul’s place now.

Thanks for reading!

[fillinforlater]

Monday of Appreciation: Part 61

Hello everyone, Smite here!

It's Monday, it's a lack of sleep, it's dark outside---in short: It's time for MoA! We get a wild selection of cuties writers and cutie idols in horny stories for your (and my) horny brain. Let's get it!

Update: Damn, sorry. I was very busy this week, so nothing new yet. If I haven't released anything till Thursday/Friday, you'll get a compensation kek

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@kaedespicelatte: Ruinable ft. Yuri

Kaede is back!!! Fuck yeah!!! If you haven't read this, of course you're missing out, especially because the legendary @iznsfw co-wrote this. Come on, what are you doing? Open it in a second tab and reeeeeead!

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@coldfanbou: Writing Aid ft. Eunha, Chaewon

That's the kind of writing aid I could really use lmao. This story is so relatable... until you realize that you don't have Eunha and Chaewon as helping hands sadge. Great read!

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@banananutsmuthie: Idol Club Shareholder Letter

Lore. LORE! Gimme that juicy worldbuilding and facts to build upon, I want to read it all. You don't need smut to tell something that feels so wrong and forbidden, but also fucking hot. Gimme MORE.

(BNS mega cutie, ngl)

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@asmodeussoularium: Amor Ad Astra ft. Choerry

Asmo is back, with Choerry! Like, is there anything you could want more? This literally makes me want to go stargazing (and to eat Choerry's pussy). I'm happy that you're back, as good as ever, with stuff that's so you! LFG!

Have a great week and stay healthy everyone. Bye!

[bubbletaeeee]

Masterlist ✨💛

I write for gender neutral and female/feminine readers. I have some boundaries or rules which I have pinned on my blog 😊

Smut ~ 🔥 Angst ~ ⚡️ Fluff ~ ☁️

Itzy

Yeji

I’d Like It If You Stayed ☁️

Lia

Ryujin

G!P Dom!Ryujin x Sub!Fem!Reader 🔥☁️

Chaeryeong

Yuna

Twice

Nayeon

Jeongyeon

Momo

Sana

Jihyo

Mina

Dahyun

Chaeyoung

Lovestruck Sweethearts ☁️

Tzuyu

Blackpink

Jisoo

Jennie

Special Birthday Surprise - Jennie Kim x Sub!Fem!Reader 🔥

Rosé

Lisa

Mamamoo

Solar

Moonbyul

Whee In

Hwasa

Aespa

Aespa Distracts Gamer S/O For Cuddles ☁️

Karina

The Tease ⚡️☁️

We Were A Secret ☁️

In My Arms Only 🔥☁️

Fatally Reunited ⚡️☁️

Giselle

G!P Dom!Giselle x Sub!Fem!Reader 🔥

Winter

Insecure Not So Little Secret 🔥☁️

Jealousy ⚡️☁️

Opposites Attract ⚡️☁️

Her Possession 🔥

Mistletoe No Kisses ☁️

Love Is The Saviour ⚡️☁️

Ningning

My Distraction 🔥

Dreamcatcher

Cockwarming With Dreamcatcher 🔥☁️

JiU

You Can’t Hide Love ☁️

SuA

Siyeon

I’m Better For You 🔥☁️

Handong

Yoohyeon

Dami

Gahyeon

Loona

Vivi

Yves

Jinsoul

Haseul

Kim Lip

Chuu

Heejin

G!P Dom!Heejin x Sub!Fem!Reader 🔥

Hyunjin

Gowon

Choerry

Olivia Hye

Yeojin

(G)I-DLE

Miyeon

Minnie

Soojin

Soyeon

Yuqi

Shuhua

Everglow

E:U

Sihyeon

Mia

Onda

Aisha

I Missed You ☁️

Yiren

Purple Kiss

Jieun

Goeun

Dosie

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Won’t Let Go

Pairing: LOONA Choerry X Male Reader

Word Count: 1052

A/N 1: Surprise! Yes, I said won't be releasing something not until April but I had been so soft for Choerry lately and decide to make a quick fluff to brighten up your day! This will be just pure fluff and stay safe Orenjideul! <3

A/N 2: Quickie and Unedited, enjoy!

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“You can't stop us, just we 우릴 멈출 수는 없어!”

The bass of the speakers drop as each member sighs in exhaustion of almost an all-day practice. Some of them drank water and some wiped their sweat with their towels as their choreographers marked the end of the practice for an exhilarating yet tiring day.

“Thank you! See you tomorrow!” The members said their goodbyes to their choreographers as all of them prepared themselves to go and take their well-deserved rest at their dorm.

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*brakes screeching, engine hums*

“We’re here everyone!” Sooyoung exclaims as almost all of them fell asleep from the exhaustion they experienced earlier. All of them got out of the van and they thanked them for their service as Haseul went to open the door which leads to their dorm, with keys in her hands.

*lock picks*

“At long last! Wah…” Heejin sighs as her body thuds into the couch as the members go upstairs to their respective rooms, preparing themselves to sleep. It only left Heejin and Yerim with their bodies laying flat on the couch as a knock at the door interrupted them. Wait, a knock at the door? At this time? They know that with a night this deep, there shouldn’t be a person knocking a door. They must be thinking that something isn’t right, it must be an intruder or something worse.

“Yerimie..”

“Why Unnie?”

“Get a bat or something ready,”

“Why?”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry Yerim, no one should knock this deep of a night.”

“Should we let our Unnies know?”

“No Yerim, they may get concerned, at least we could defend ourselves…”

“This doesn't feel right Heejin..”

“It does, but we have no choice..”

As they were in their battle stances, they got themselves ready as they opened the door, threatening to hit you as they were surprised by your sudden appearance, especially Yerim.

“I missed you so much, Oppa.”

“O-oppa? Oppa!” Yerim exclaimed as her depleted body found some energy seeing you in sight, embracing you with all of her might.

Yerim had been your girlfriend as you met her 2 years ago in a cafe, engaging in numerous talks as you became acquaintances up to engaging in a relationship. It has been 6 months since you confessed to her secretly that only her fellow members would know and even wear secluded clothing for the both of you to avoid being caught by fan sites and even their own managers. She’s been the puffball you always knew. In times you're down, she’ll cheer you up and in times she’s sad, you’ll return the favor. You’ve been grateful for having a girlfriend like her at your side as you know she’s grateful too. She didn’t expect you coming to their dorm, this deep of a night but she has no complaints whenever she’s by your side.

“I missed you too, Yerimie”

As the two of you deepen each other hugs with your puffy coats, Yerim came back to her senses as she guided you to come in to their dorm, Heejin politely left the both of you, letting you and Yerim be the ones at the living room as the members proceeded to sleep.

“Okay Unnie, sleep well!”

The both of you then sat on the couch heavily as you grabbed the remote, inviting her to watch something at the flat-screen television as she refused to, just wanting to be with your side as you asked her series of questions.

“How’s your day Yerim?”

“Pretty good, preparing for our performance on Queendom, really tiring to say the least…”

“Oh! Really? I-”

“Shh, shh… Unnies are sleeping Oppa, tone your voice lower..”

“Oh, sorry…”

“It’s fine, it’s just we dance and practice our vocals everyday, really feeling exhausted…”

“Must be really tough eh? I bought you some food so you can share it with the members…”

“Thank you Oppa! You’re the best!” Yerim cheerfully thanked you as she put some of the food in their fridge and came back to you, her head resting on your chest as you caressed her silky hair as she purred in return.

“Gain some energy for tomorrow okay? I don’t want you and your friends getting exhausted, okay?”

“Yes Oppa! We won’t…”

After some few talks, she hugged you tightly as you can smell the shampoo from her hair as you caressed her cheeks with your finger.

“I feel so cold Oppa…”

“Here.”

You suddenly tighten the hug in hopes to make Yerim warm. She felt your affection as she snuggled her face within the crook of your neck as she felt comfortable with your side. You then reach for the blanket in sight as you put it in Yerim’s so she can rival the cold breeze she’s feeling.

“Here you go, does it feel better?”

“Yes Oppa, thank you..”

“Your welcome Yerimie..”

As the moonlight reflects the windows, the night is getting deeper as you just suppose to pay a visit to Yerim at their dorms with a gift for them until suddenly, a plea from Yerim refrains you from any plans of going away in her arms.

“Be with my side Oppa, I don’t want to let go…”

“But how about-”

“Don’t worry about us Oppa, don’t worry about me, I just want to be with you, even in this moment, please?”

On how cute and sincere she is, how can you deny her? You can’t and you’re forced to bring back the cuddle the both of you had been in minutes.

“Thank you Oppa,”

“Thank you too Yerim..”

After some time, you can see her drowsiness in her face, as her eyes are involuntarily closing as she falls asleep right in your arms. Her cute face when sleeping is now in your sight, making you caress her hair and adore her features. Her cute snores and purrs can be heard as you rest your head to hers, resting with her as you smile right after. Your ball of sunshine is recharging as you reminisce about both of your memories until you fall asleep in her arms.

The moonlight breeze is now the only thing that can be heard as the lights go dim and as the once busy metropolis is now in tranquility.

“I’ll be with you, today, tomorrow and forever.”

[themoongirls]

200312 | loonatheworld post - Choerry 🦇

[#최리 / #Choerry] To our orbits!! It’s been a long time since we deliver a good news to you guys so I feel really happy!! It’s all because of you guys orbits and I’m really proud of you guys hehe I can’t believe this because it’s our first place since we debuted… Oh my… LOONA, first place… isn’t it so touching?? ㅜㅜ We will be more improved artist because we received this award and we will be more proud artist! And take good care of yourself because I always say this but being healthy is the most important thing!! Don’t be sick everyone and see you guys soon really… I miss you guys so much orbit!! I love you♥and thank you so much♡