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'Cause Baby, You're a Firework

Twice Dahyun x !mreader

word count - 2.5k

A/N: Wanted to put out a little short fic to end out the year, so finished this up in a few hours. Thanks for continuing to follow me and read my works even if I don't put out as much anymore. Happy New Year's 💞

“Enjoying the view?”

It would be tough not to, but which view exactly you preferred—the starry night sky or the devilish curves of Kim Dahyun’s body? That would be impossible to answer.

“Do you even have to ask? There’s nothing better.”

Almost midnight, and half a bottle of champagne left. Or half yet to indulge, depending on who you asked. The bubbly beverage made the night better, and put you even more at ease, but it made Dahyun—glow even more than usual, her squishy cheeks almost the same flushed red as her sexy dress.

“You’re just saying that,” she said, and leaned back against the hotel windowsill. Being this high up meant the view was second to none, overlooking the busy city below, the twinkling lights mimicking the stars above. The city’s skyline was gorgeous for sure, every high-rise building competing for attention, but it just couldn’t compare to the beautiful woman in front of you.

“Would I do such a thing?” you asked, as you sipped from your champagne flute. Kim Dahyun was one in a million—her subtle red lipstick, the light eye makeup that accentuated her pretty eyes, the soft, silky strands of her raven locks, it all formed the pieces that put together the perfect woman. A simple glance would never be enough, so you concentrated your entire attention on her.

“You’re staring.”

And how could you not when Dahyun looked like that?

“Is that a crime?” you asked, smirking before taking another sip, and closed the distance between your bodies.

“Yes. Your punishment will be to kiss me.” Dahyun wrapped her hands around your neck to draw you close enough to smell her fragrant perfume.

“Well, then consider me guilty, Miss Kim.” Following those words, you kissed her delicate neck, and left no inch untouched until you met her soft lips, tasting the sweet champagne from them. The alcohol was just like Dahyun—intoxicating and addicting, an exquisite flavor you never wanted to forget. You kept your lips glued to hers, savoring the taste that lingered while your hands snaked from her tiny waist to her delicious plump ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

Dahyun giggled, and those eyes exchanged an all familiar lustful glance when her smile grew more mischievous. You squeezed her ass again and kneaded those soft, squishy cheeks, keeping your hands full. “It’s almost midnight. You know what that means…”

“Time for some fireworks?” Dahyun replied. After biting her lower lip, that gorgeous smile transformed into a smirk, and her hands wandered your body.

“As much as I love this dress on you, Dahyun—I think you’ll look way better without it.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Dahyun took one last sip of her champagne, placed it on the windowsill next to her, then began unzipping her dress. Gravity did the rest as it piled on the floor underneath and revealed her voluptuous body with the sexiest set of lacy black lingerie that contrasted with her beautiful pale skin. Her breasts were full and round, blessed with a tight tummy and insanely wide hips that you couldn’t wait to get your hands on.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes, Miss Kim,” you said, while your eyes roamed and got lost in her amazing curves.

With her sultry gaze locked on yours, Dahyun reached behind her back and tossed her bra away, freeing her sizable breasts. Now you were definitely staring—but she didn’t mind, and only encouraged it.

So, while Dahyun began peeling down her panties from her hips and down those incredible, toned legs,

you stared intently at her perfect, mouthwatering breasts and pretty pale pink nipples that you had feasted on a numerous amount of times before.

“Better?” Dahyun asked when her panties hit the floor, and placed hands on her heavenly hips, proudly showing herself off. Her naked body looked flawless, every inch of bare flesh immaculate, with her freshly shaved cunt already dripping with arousal.

Before you could give her body the attention it deserved, Dahyun reached forward to grab the collar of your shirt, and unbuttoned the first button. “Now it’s your turn.”

Fair enough, especially when just the sight of seeing Dahyun naked made your pants tighten uncomfortably. So, without further hesitation, you unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, unzipped your pants, and stepped out of everything, the discarded pile of clothes becoming a mountain of unneeded fabric.

“That’s what I like to see,” Dahyun replied as you stood inches apart, satisfied now that you were equally naked as she was. You gawked at each other's nude bodies, memorizing every inch, and felt up Dahyun’s hourglass figure with greedy fingers and lips, nibbling, licking, and sucking when necessary wherever you pleased.

You glanced at your watch—it read 11:43. Plenty of time. You grinned and kissed her again, using more tongue, pulling her closer with a rough grip on her waist. Dahyun matched your aggressiveness, returning equal intensity, and deepened the kiss while she ran her fingers through your hair, almost tugging on it.

The intense lip lock stopped as you tore yourself away for air and latched on to her pretty nipples. Teasing them with your tongue until they hardened, you suckled hard, then tugged on them and made Dahyun moan.

But unfortunately, you couldn’t spend as much time playing with her breasts as you wanted.

11:45.

“God, Dahyun—” you didn’t have the brainpower to finish your thought, but she knew what you wanted—what you needed.

“Fireworks won’t be the only thing exploding,” Dahyun said as she dropped to her knees, with the beautiful night sky as the perfect backdrop.

Dahyun didn’t waste time either. Now that she had your full attention, she pumped your shaft until you were rock hard and throbbing, which admittedly took no time at all. After a few teasing licks to wet your shaft, her hungry lips parted, and you entered the unforgettable warmth of her mouth.

That blissful feeling of silky soft lips wrapped around your cock never got old, nor did the initial pleasure that spiked, and you could never brace yourself enough for it.

With a sense of urgency, Dahyun sucked you off using the full repertoire of techniques she had stored, immediately taking you in the back of her throat for several seconds before pulling back while the saliva left behind glistened in the moonlight that shone through the large windows. Her cold hands found a place to rest on your bare thighs while she bobbed her head, slurping every last inch like her life depended on it, with a cockiness to it that was almost as satisfying to hear as to watch.

“Dahyun, fuck—you’re too damn good at that.” The look in her eyes spoke when she couldn’t, as if to say I know, while she sucked and sucked with newfound vigor. Every frantic bob came in rapid succession, swallowing your shaft up from base to tip effortlessly, and left a trail of warm saliva that covered your cock. Again, it was hard to determine which view you liked better—the trail of lights and stars behind, or the unforgettable sight of Dahyun naked on her knees, sucking the soul out of you.

You wished there was more time to savor Dahyun’s lips on your cock, but time was running out. So for another minute or two, she kept demonstrating her deepthroating prowess, not leaving your balls without receiving attention until it was time to move on.

11:47.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” you asked while you helped her rise up to her feet. Dahyun wiped her chin, and kept your cock nice and hard, but she didn’t need long to think. She always knew what she wanted.

“I wanna see the fireworks when you cum inside me.”

You exchanged huge smiles, then Dahyun turned around and bent over, with her palms gripping the wooden windowsill. Even though there wasn't much time left, you couldn’t help but admire Dahyun’s beautiful smooth back, that huge heart-shaped ass, and of course her gorgeous pink pussy that you were about to make yours.

11:51.

The shared anticipation couldn’t peak any higher when you lined up your shaft with Dahyun’s wet pussy and rubbed your swollen tip between her folds to gauge how much arousal had formed.

One deep breath, then you entered Dahyun’s cunt, and filled her with every inch of your throbbing shaft. You savored the intense warmth that enveloped your cock, the messy slick that coated your cock, and the impossible tightness that squeezed like a vice before you grabbed Dahyun’s wide hips—the best set of hips you ever had the pleasure to grab.

There wasn’t any point in buildup—not when you both had the same uncontrollable desires, so you pounded into Dahyun from the start, fueled by the intense grip her pussy made that had no intention of letting you go.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so good!” Dahyun moaned. You could see the faint reflection of her blissed out features in the window pane that only made you quicken the pace.

Now you had the definite answer—nothing compared to this view. Nothing could compare to the way Dahyun’s tight ass rippled hypnotically when your hips slammed against those pale buttcheeks, and nothing compared to the cries of pleasure that escaped her mouth. The only thing that could improve the moment would be a pretty little buttplug snug inside her tight little asshole—but you never bothered to bring toys with you, so your thumb pressed deep inside the puckered hole would have to suffice.

Her moans deepened as a result of both tight holes being filled, but your other hand needed something to do and slapped her ass in time with your forceful plunges, switching between left and right until that delicious bare flesh matched the shade of the discarded expensive dress forgotten on the floor.

11:54.

It was almost time—not just for the new year, but for a different set of fireworks. After another glance in the reflection, you saw the lustful look in Dahyun’s eyes while you pounded her, and knew it wasn’t enough. So you slapped her ass harder and rammed into her wet cunt faster, just to hear those pretty moans turn louder and louder.

For a moment, you wondered if anyone down below could watch you mercilessly fuck Dahyun. After all, anyone who knew where to look could see the window of the luxury suite you were in and get a taste of the action. You could hear crowds cheering in anticipation, but it was like they were cheering you on, urging you to fuck Dahyun harder. Without any wasted momentum, you pressed her tight body up against the window until her pale breasts mashed against the cold glass pane and plunged balls deep inside.

You weren't sure how long you could keep up this pace, but the deadline to midnight was soon approaching. The smack of hot flesh on hot flesh, along with the smacks on Dahyun’s backside left a beautiful shade of red left satisfying enough, so you gave Dahyun’s sore, tender cheeks a break and returned your hands to her delicious hips, clutching with a grip harsh enough to bruise in the morning.

The rhythmic clap of Dahyun’s cheeks grew by the second, and increased with the crowds outside the window, yet she remained focused on the pleasure. On occasion, Dahyun shut her eyes, but kept her mouth parted, breathing fast while her body tensed up for the inevitable.

“Please…please don’t stop,” Dahyun pleaded, her palms flat on the window panes, smacking her hips back against your own sweaty body. You wouldn't dare, and you stepped up your efforts to drive Dahyun insane with each thrust that hit at the right angle, filling her warm tight hole in a way that only you could, the wet squelch of her cunt the best encouragement to keep going.

11:58.

Dahyun didn’t need to say a word—you could tell by the way her moans had almost turned into screams, and how her slick walls fluttered with more desperation marked that she was close. You intensified your thrusts, even as your own orgasm threatened to take over, until the tension hit its highest peak, until a loud shriek of delight escaped her lips, until her tight pussy became even tighter and squeezed the life out of your cock when Dahyun came harder than imaginable.

Keeping Dahyun upright was no easy task while the tidal wave of climax took over her body, with violent trembles her thighs made as her juices covered every inch of your impaling shaft. But you fucked Dahyun through every pleasurable moment, until the harsh squeeze of her cunt demanded you follow in her footsteps, and you had no reason not to comply.

11:59.

Less than a minute left, but you wouldn’t need the full sixty seconds. You’d savor as much as you could, knowing that after the clock struck twelve, there would be a need to fuck a second load into Dahyun’s tight cunt. You felt the familiar tightness in your balls, the constant twitches your cock made, the heavy breathing while you held onto Dahyun’s sweaty body, waiting for your own climax to strike just like midnight.

10…

9….

Just a little longer. Just a few more satisfying pumps and you’d have the best orgasm of your life. But you could say that about every time you had the privilege to finish inside Kim Dahyun.

7…

6…

That strong grip on Dahyun’s hips never faltered when your cock made repeated plunges into the warm depths of her addicting pussy. Pounding carelessly into her wet heat, she somehow became wetter with every thrust, pushing you closer and closer to that delicate point of no return.

3…

2…

With your final thrusts, you groaned loudly and buried yourself into Dahyun’s warm cunt. When the fireworks started, you exploded simultaneously, and the sky became a colorful array of light as you emptied your thick seed, coating her constricting walls. Fireworks shot across the sky just like you shot semen into Dahyun’s insides, spurts erupting in time with sparks flying every second.

12:01.

After you fucked your load deep inside Dahyun, your orgasm finished, but the bright fireworks didn’t. You leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, resting inside for a moment before you pulled out to watch your load drip out of her pussy—an even better view than what was going on outside your window. Dahyun collapsed against the window, panting, gasping for air, but still with a smile on her face while your cum leaked down those creamy thighs.

“It’s beautiful,” Dahyun murmured as she reached back to stroke your thick, pulsating cock, not letting a drop go to waste.

“Happy New Year,” you said with staggered breaths, and leaned your head on Dahyun’s shoulder.

“Happy New Year, my love,” she responded, in an equally tired voice, then dipped two fingers inside her messy cunt, to gather up remnants of your load before sucking them clean. “Wanna fuck me for the first time this year?”

Even out of breath, you only had one answer. “Of course.”

A sly grin spread across Dahyun’s seductive lips while she headed towards the bedroom. You followed behind and watched her sway those sinful hips with your cum still dripping down her thighs.

There would be no better way to break in the new year than to fuck Dahyun again in a huge bed while fireworks lit up the night sky.

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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where’d you go unsure :(

Ummm...

Hello there, anon~

I'm sorry. I've had exams upon exams breaking my back.

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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Thank you for the gift, love.

Do-Nothing-Day

Male Reader x Yu Jimin (fluff)

Length: 1139 words

Tags: fluff, healthy relationship, fun and games, birthday, ice cream (you scream, gimme that gim-), tickling, kissing, making out, girlfriend!Karina

Inspiration: Karina looks like THE girlfriend and I had ice cream :)

Credit: @ifeelsounsure0 this one is for you! Happy (belated) birthday, I love you bestie!!! <3

(A/N: YES! I got something done, let’s go! I feel the knot loosening, I hope I get on the roll. Enjoy this fluff meant for the amazing Unsure <3)

“Hello? Are you home~?”

It was an unnecessary question. Jimin knew you were home. She knew there was nowhere else you should be, could be, want to be. Your own small apartment, with a comfy couch, a superb music system and a quiet AC. On incredibly hot summer days like these, there is no better place to rest after hours of morning classes and studies. Only two things are missing to make this afternoon perfect—and one of them just knocked on the door.

“Of course, Jimin. Just come on in.”

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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Four Years.

Hello dear readers. Today marks the four (!!) year anniversary of when I became a smut writer. When a little google doc I shared with a handful of people grew up, became a real boy and turned into my first published story.

It's been a wild ride from not knowing how to promote my fics, to having thousands of followers on different platforms and being listed as inspiration for several writers. It still feels so surreal, but also feels like I haven't been doing this for as long as I have.

I don't have much more to say other than thank you all. Thank you for following, whether it was years ago or yesterday, for saying how much you've enjoyed a fic or my writing, and thank you to all my fellow writers who slap me out of my self-loathing hole. It all keeps my motivation and spirit going so I can continue doing my best putting out stories.

I've had a few close calls where I wanted to ditch this life forever, especially this year, but the fire still burns, so I'll keep going.

I wanted to put out a fic for this special occasional, but it still needs a little more time in the oven, so expect it soonish.

Love you all, and I'll end with a hot Zuha gif because you all deserve it. 💞💞💞

-peach

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Blonde: Chapter II

Female Reader x Kim Gaeul

Length: 2938 words

Tags: terrible day, everything goes wrong, helpful friends, saving and helping, light hearted fun, slow burn, character building, mystery toxic relationship, curse filled fight, hatred, terrible mother

TW: toxic relationship

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. The real MVP behind the scenes, thank you!

(A/N: @firagaarmor bcuz of course and @ifeelsounsure0 bcuz he got me to write something fluffy. Love you two and I hope y’all enjoy this second part)

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m, I’m sorry, sir.”

It’s not going well for you today. In fact, it’s been quite terrible.

Your alarm didn’t go off as your phone didn’t charge overnight. For some reason the energy supplier cut off your electricity. Again. Is it because there was an issue with the powerline? Definitely possible, it wouldn’t be the first. It could also be because they haven’t been paid last month.

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MATCHMAKER

male reader x izone eunbi

10k words

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Hell, even the cicadas, hushed and stilted, have contented themselves and are listening in. Should you have even had the courage to turn and face her, you’d sooner die than let Eunbi see the flush searing its way across the bridge of your nose.

"Hey."

That lilting voice, it grips you. It pulls your eyes over your shoulder. You can’t decide if you first need to cough, laugh or cry—perhaps all three. God only knows.

— — — — — —

A look back across the table, and there she is—still. The model. Eunbi had told you as much, scrolling through photo after photo of this woman like she was trying to sell you a car.

At least she’s pretty.

It’s hardly the qualifier you wish it was, repeating it in your head over and over. You’d liken this to pulling teeth—but you’re willing to bet you’ve had better chemistry with your dentists. Despite a mouth full of utensils and consistently lying about how often you floss, it’s not like your conversations weren’t cordial.

The sharp clattering of silverware tossed on the plate in front of her rouses you from your idle thoughts.

You watch her eyes dart across the table and back to you. Fists clenched, her knuckles turn white. You can hardly hear the exasperated huff that billows out of her chest over the sound of chair legs scraping against the hardwood floor.

"You’re an ass," she spits.

You start to piece together how you’ll apologize to Eunbi—god knows she’ll hear about this—because at this point, you’d long exhausted whatever goodwill you still had for this woman. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Your words roll off your tongue faster than you could possibly hope to muster any kind of self control to contain them.

"Well, at least I’m not just an ass."

Dark red, dreadful really—a glassful of wine hurdles across the length of the dinner table. It’s just your luck. Realistically, it’s what you deserved. You’d thought this would be the kind of thing that might happen in slow-motion, a cathartic moment to question your life choices. In reality, it’s over in an instant. The table seemed so very long only seconds ago, but the drink sticking to your face, your shirt, in your hair, dripping down your nose, it makes you regret not being sat a few feet closer to the door.

"Prick."

You don’t dare open your eyes until the strident tap-tap-tap of those tall heels fades into the background noise of the restaurant, now almost silent, clearly watching this scene unfold with bated breath. You feel each pair of eyes crawling up your skin as it finds its way onto you. If there was a god, a merciful one, now would probably be as good a time as any to open the earth beneath your feet and swallow you whole.

You pull at your face with the palm of your hand, the alcohol out of your eyes, your nose, your mouth. You can hear the whispers shuffle around you. And upon finally opening your eyes you find yourself centered on the world’s most damned stage, a spectacle for restaurant staff and patrons alike.

Mortifying.

There was good reason for the moratorium you’d put on letting Eunbi play at matchmaker. Quite a few actually. And you wish you’d have the wherewithal to remember any of them whenever she’d get that irresistible urge to ruin a perfectly good evening.

Truthfully, it’d been the same for as long as you can remember. Kwon Eunbi kept her friends close. And she’d fill her days pairing off everyone in her orbit, results be damned. Three relationships you’d since suffered. All born of Eunbi’s machinations. All inevitably folding, fumbling, crashing in spectacular fashion.

Things didn’t improve when she found fame either.

Even back in school, though you weren’t necessarily unpopular by any means—friendly, athletic, and smart enough to stay out of any serious trouble—compared to her, you may as well have been nobody. It certainly came as no surprise that she found her stride on stage, making a career of capturing hearts.

And with that, her life abruptly launched her into meeting no small number of fascinating people, as so eventually would you. But considering the ways these evenings consistently play out, it just never quite did seem to stick.

Your waitress leans in trying her best not to catch any of the gazes meant for you. "Would you like your check sir? And maybe a towel?"

A drop of red wine swells and drips from your nose to chin. The slow, labored breath you draw fills your cheeks on its way out. It’s the first time you’ve been this soaked at the end of a meal, but it’s far from your worst date.

— — —

You could’ve sworn it was just summer. The cool breeze setting on the streets catches you off guard. Though, the soaked shirt around your shoulders was hardly paying you any favors.

Eunbi shoves a hoodie into your chest. "What the hell did you do?"

"My best if I’m being honest," you say, ripping the tag off the sweatshirt. You can clearly see Eunbi’s eyes fill with contempt as you start to pluck at the buttons at the front of your sad, stained shirt.

"Jesus. You’re just going to give everyone a show?" Glaring, Eunbi wraps her fingers around your wrist and drags you off the sidewalk, her short hair bouncing in place. Pressed to answer, you’d say you missed those long, silky locks that used to tumble off her shoulders, but as it always was with Kwon Eunbi, and quite unfairly, everything looked good on her.

"Now talk."

"I mean there’s not really a whole lot to say." You wrestle your arms from your sleeves and search for the opening at the bottom of the sweatshirt. "I’m honestly more curious what made you think that would ever work out." Arms trapped in the sweatshirt over your head, you click your tongue against your teeth. "Eunbi. Eunbi—eyes up here."

"Oh piss off." Clenching her fingers into two tiny fists, she hides her scowl with a smirk. "What am I supposed to do now? You know the two of us are going to be filming again next week? I’ll need to say something."

Her questions marinate in terse silence while you give the hem of the shirt a final tug, snugly fitting it over your chest. "How much was the sweatshirt?"

Eunbi shakes her head and sends her hands to her hips, a pitied laugh falling out of her nose. "Forty bucks."

"But honestly, tell me." You dig the cash out of your wallet before slapping it into Eunbi’s open palm as you open your complaint. "You ever actually talk to her? I’d wager I’d have gotten on easier with an electrical outlet."

She soaks up your words, her thumbnail between her teeth. You watch her eyebrows twist into a familiar, pensive look. "Hardly—mostly on set, and about work."

"And somewhere in there you figured… Hey this would be a great idea," you say, arms stretching to the side.

"Look—I don’t know—I thought she was hot."

She was hot. And arrogant. And self-centered. And rude. And utterly miserable.

Eunbi shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "How hard is it to have a drink or two, go back to your apartment and get to knocking boots?"

You pause. The stray idea that Eunbi was imagining you—in any capacity—knocking boots? The inside of your cheek starts to burn as you bite into it. "Well we certainly didn’t make it that far."

"Yeah. No kidding." Eunbi glances at the time on her wrist and a laugh, dry and humorless, separates her words, "It’s not even nine-thirty."

"Believe me. I’m aware." Your shoulders indulge in a despondent sigh. "And I’m beyond ready to turn in. Where did you park?"

"By the 7-Eleven." She looks at you, gears churning behind her eyes."But I’m not taking you home yet. I’ve got at least another hour’s worth of dodging my manager to do."

You narrow your eyes. Maybe she’s toying with you—you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to be wrapped up in your bed ready to greet the morning. Tomorrow had to be better than today. You aren’t Dante delving through the depths of hell for goodness’ sake. That isn’t your story.

You shout out as Eunbi starts making her way back onto the sidewalk, "And do what?"

"I don’t know. Take a walk. Explain to me why you can’t keep that tongue of yours on leash. I don’t care." Hands still buried in her jacket pockets, she flares her elbows to the sides in a pitiful shrug. "You made me grab you a change of clothes—the least you can do is help me kill some time."

— — —

You’d thought fresh air and getting up onto your feet might help you finally relax after an evening of stifled conversation. The reality is that under the twilight sky, walking aside her, it becomes noticeably difficult to breathe.

The park tucked between the city’s metro hub and its boardwalk of chic restaurants truly was the quintessential date spot. Fingers locked and sneaking kisses under the moon, the couples you keep seeing more than confirmed as much.

You can’t help but find it a little humiliating.

The two of you walk, shoulder to shoulder, leaving as wide a berth between you as the prim gardens along either side of the trail allowed. God forbid your fingers have the audacity to graze one another.

"Man. And she just stood up and threw it?" Eunbi stretches her arms over head, the faintest glimpse of her toned stomach peeking out beneath her shirt. "Nuts. I mean deserved maybe. But nuts."

"Yeah. Really. Straight out of a TV drama script, huh."

Eunbi looks up at you through the corner of her smoky lashes, smirking."Does that mean we’ll get to see you do a big Hollywood kiss in three or four episodes?"

"Either that," you say, "or I end up dead. Nothing in between."

She laughs, a perfect smile stretching across her face. "I doubt we could ever be so lucky—but I’m not going to rule you out as the character in a coma either."

Even though you become lost for words when your eyes linger in hers a moment too long, and your breath shortens when you hear her voice, Eunbi is stupidly easy to talk to. Always has been. Countless were the detentions you both served for pissing off so many of your teachers, constantly chatting and whispering during class.

On another stolen glance, you marvel at the contented look in her eyes. The dimples at the corners of her mouth, the wispy hairs that fly off her face just in front of her ears, that mark on her cheek, dotting each of her wonderful expressions like an exclamation point—you’re so damn weak to all of it.

A reprieve, you crane your neck, gazing up into the night sky. Hardly any stars out tonight, the moon’s too bright. The cicadas though—the cicadas are out. Not so unlike you, they gather and sing, in search of a little romance. God willing.

Both of you, hands in pockets, walk quietly. You listen simply to the soft sound of each other’s footsteps. The gravel grinds beneath your feet and the familiar feeling sets over you. Aching, throbbing, hurting, your heart begins to sink. It’s hardly the first time. You endure these moments, these tiny glimpses into a life you could never have. You’ve been friends for ages—but every chance you get to feel close to her, to look at her, you only realize she’s so far away.

Eunbi could make a thousand friends, introduce you to each and every one of them, and none of them would be her.

"Hey—" Your mouth dry and your voice hoarse, you split the overwhelming sound of the cicadas. "What about you?"

Eunbi keeps her head down, eyes locked on the trail in front of you. "What about me?"

"I mean, we’ve examined and dissected every way to midnight my love life is a complete and unmitigated disaster. What about you?"

Eunbi laughs under her breath. "You know how it is, company rule and all."

Ah, yes. That rule. The rule that was equal parts draconian and unenforceable. Such an impossible rule.

"Really? I guess I figured that was just some industry secret."

Eunbi stops in her tracks and looks at you, brow twisting inquisitively. "How do you mean?"

"Well," you say, stopping in your tracks, hands on your hips. "Talk about a perfect way to let a guy down easy. And to always have it in your back pocket? It’s genius really."

Eunbi’s chin jerks up at you, her eyes narrowed and her lips nearly curling into a grin. "You’ve always been too clever for your own good, you know that?"

She spins on her heel and moves to the empty bench at the side of the trail. You can barely hear the huff leaving her lips as she collapses onto it. Her face buried in her fingers, rubbing at her temples, she draws a heavy breath in through her nose and out the way it came.

Eunbi’s mouth opens, closes, and opens up again, eyes rolling toward you. Her voice navigates a dip into an uncharacteristic quiver, "Dating is fucking hard."

Yeah.

You probably knew it better than most, but the comment catches you by surprise nonetheless. You’d figured she’d never been in want of a boy to call her own. There was always someone. There was your classmate whose dad owned some big import company—first to get a car in your grade, notably last to pass his entrance exams. The upperclassman who had apparently trialed for the national volleyball team. Of course, the day he broke—no, tore?—something in his knee, you can’t say you were all too bummed to hear about it. And then there was that guy in university, never once abandoning that black leather jacket. Lord, the memory makes your stomach churn.

You square your shoulders to hers, hovering anxiously beside the bench. Judging by what you’ve seen so far in the park that evening, it’s decidedly a seat reserved for couples.

"You know, I always thought you seemed good at it."

Eunbi shoots you a flippant look and shakes her head. "Yeah. Just look at all my success."

"Maybe you just have bad taste in men."

Her brows furrow before she returns her eyes to the gravel. "Thanks. For the unsolicited advice. I’ll tuck that away somewhere."

"Look." You run your fingers through your hair, trying to figure out how you might walk back the careless remark. "I just mean… maybe you haven’t found the right guy yet. And you know he’ll adore you when you do."

Eunbi lets out a soft sigh, one that creates and fills its own silence. She places her hand beside her, patting the bench softly. "Sit down."

You’d hardly drank enough at dinner for your knees to wobble the way they do as you lower yourself onto the cold metal bench. Staring down at your feet reminds you of how much you looked like a total mess—dress shoes, pleated pants, a hoodie, the wine still stuck and stained in your hair. But it hardly mattered. Even your Sunday best would pale miserably in comparison to her.

When your wits return to you enough to face the woman sitting past your shoulder, you stumble directly into Eunbi’s piercing gaze. Her head resting on her hand, she closes her eyes briefly and draws a slow, purposeful breath.

"What all have you figured out?"

Your eyes narrow.

"Very little." You sink into a slouch, your hands finding warmth and safety again in your pockets. "But still you’re gonna have to narrow down the question for me."

She returns you a laugh that resembles air rushing through pipe more than any actual fit of laughter. "I mean when you meet someone new—what do you look for?"

Jesus. A breeze, heavy enough to rouse the old aching limbs of the trees above you, makes them creak and crack as though they too were responding to the question.

"Serious?"

She pulls her shoulders up into a tiny shrug.

"I dunno." You point the toes of your shoes inward toward one another, scraping gravel along the way. "What does anyone look for? Kind, smart, makes me laugh." You turn your eyes back to the sky and smile. "Extra points if she’s pretty."

Quietly, Eunbi shifts her weight parallel to yours, lazily sliding into an identical slouch. She tilts her head up, and you can see the reflection of the moon fill her eyes.

"Yeah, well." She puffs out another heavy breath and her lip—that perfectly glossed, tender, kissable lip—curls between her teeth. "You know I feel like I put you through a lot."

More than she’d ever know.

Her fingers tuck her short hair behind her ears. "Sometimes I wonder what motivates you to get back out there and try again. Whatever it is, I’m jealous. I wish I had it."

You pause, knowing what you want to say, but hardly how to say it.

"Guess I’m just… tired of watching all my friends find their other half. You can see it in the way they look at each other."

The way you look at Eunbi.

"Life’s simple right? I’m sure there’s someone out there for me. Hell, it’s kinda embarrassing, but sometimes I sit and wonder if they’re somewhere right now. Feeling the exact same thing."

Under these blasted stars—the fucking lack of them—you wonder how long you can possibly continue to play at this wicked game. For christ’s sake, Eunbi is sitting in arm’s reach and here you are blabbering like this.

Your voice trembles. "I just know—I want to be with someone who makes me happy." You lean forward, elbows resting on your knees. "Someone I want to make happy."

"Hey."

That lilting voice, it grips you. It pulls your eyes over your shoulder. You can’t decide if you first need to cough, laugh or cry—perhaps all three. God only knows.

Eunbi pulls her knees into her chest and leans against the back of the bench, her sneakers pointing at you. "Do you remember that summer between grade ten and eleven?"

Like it was yesterday. You exhale a long breath through your nose. "Wh-what about it?"

Her cheeks stretch over the shy smile she saves for herself. "I think it was after summer classes ended—when all of us got into my parent’s liquor cabinet."

You swallow hard.

She runs her hands through her hair, letting it bounce perfectly back into place. "Gosh. What a nightmare that was."

"I just remember someone getting so sick I was wholly convinced they were going to die." You wet your lips with your tongue, pulling them back into a tight smile.

"Chaewon." Closing her eyes and grinning wide, she lets the memory wash over her. "Even all grown up, she’s hardly changed a bit."

Eunbi rolls her body forward, her arms wrapping around her shins—she’s pretty, she’s so wildly pretty. Her eyes find rest in yours with such ease it’s unfair. The flicker of the gas lamp behind you, dancing and glittering in those dark pools, it has you hopelessly seized.

"Well—before that—do you remember what I asked you? When we were playing those dumb drinking games?"

You look down. "You asked me who I liked."

With the toe of her shoe, Eunbi kicks a rock off the bench and you watch it roll into the trail. "Remember your answer?"

You remember feeling the flush boil behind your eyes and nearly steam out the top of your head. You remember hesitating for way longer than anybody else. You remember scrambling to cover your ass. Of course you remember your answer.

"Minju." You barely manage to choke it out.

Eunbi buries her face into the top of her knees, her half-lidded eyes peeking just out over the top of them. She smiles beneath her sleeve and her response rests on a whisper, "yep."

You can feel your ears begin to burn, your heart beating so fast it might rocket out of your chest.

"I-I-I remember you worked fast. You set us up dating before year eleven even started. You tricked us into going bowling." You fidget at the loose thread you’d found in your pocket. "What a shit-show that was, huh? I don’t know if there’s ever been a more toxic—"

"Did you mean it?"

You bite your lip, only releasing it upon the bitter taste of copper. Your voice is so choked up it nearly gets caught on the way out. "W-well clearly, it didn’t work out between us."

Eunbi sits herself up, her expression soft and entirely unreadable. "When you answered me—were you lying?"

You’d lied to Eunbi in that basement the same you’d lied to Eunbi a thousand times. You’d lied to Eunbi for years. For years. Something despicable, something uncontrollable moves you to push it off your chest, gasping.

Yes.

The word leaving your mouth pulls with it the last breath out of your sail. Your stomach twists. Your fingers feel slow as you open and close them into tight fists atop your thighs.

Eunbi’s eyes return down, along her cheeks. She folds her fingers delicately atop her knees and her voice leaks beneath her breath, "thought so."

Life’s simple right? You’re sure there’s someone out there for you. Hell, it’s kinda embarrassing, but sometimes you sit and wonder if they’re somewhere right now, feeling the exact same thing.

Like wildfire, a dumb, obstinate courage you’ve never dared entertain moves through you as you bring yourself toward Eunbi. Your chest heaves and shudders. A finger under her chin turns her head to you. Eyes widen, eyebrows jump, and you press your lips to hers.

Softly, you feel her. You taste her. You hold her.

But you don’t dare to open your eyes.

You’d shared so many kisses with so many others. Yet it’s this one—this plain, chaste, motionless kiss—it sunders your thoughts and sends your head spinning.

Like a razor’s edge you feel the fingers of each and every emotion clawing at your chest. Joy; anxiety; sadness; helplessness; frustration; hopelessness; emptiness; fear; they knock in unison on the door to your thoughts, louder and louder as you hold Eunbi’s lips in yours.

Your heart swells and aches so profusely you want to die. But you can’t die. You can’t die, not yet. You need to feel the swell of Eunbi’s lips just a touch longer. Those lips that were out of reach. You can feel them. You can feel them tremble. You can feel them—because in this stolen moment—they are yours.

Eunbi shivers. Her chin between your fingers, you hold her face tight to yours, but your lips part. The space between your mouths slowly fills with short, hot breaths.

Eunbi’s eyes are wide, searching with urgency for something. "What are you doing?"

"I—"

Your stomach drops.

"—I don’t know." Your response carries your honesty, your dishonesty all wrapped up together in the simple, pained admission.

It simply isn’t fair. You regret meeting her. You regret suffering the fact that every girl you ever know, every girl you ever kiss, every girl you ever love, you compare to her. You regret keeping her in your life so closely—so impossibly beyond your reach. You regret letting her ruin you.

Eunbi places a clenched fist on your shoulder. Her eyes welling with tears and closing tightly, a whisper leaves her lips, "What are you doing?"

"Eunbi…" Why must even her name make you falter? You look for an explanation, some foot to put forward, but your thoughts are only filled with her. "I—"

Her voice, neither firm nor resolute, rasps on an anguished breath, "again."

"What?"

Always your mouth moved faster than it should.

Eunbi opens her eyes, shining, glistening. A series of long, anguished blinks punctuates her request. "Kiss me—again—please."

It’s not real. It can’t be. It’s not real. You repeat it in your head. But the silky touch of her hair on your fingertips, the shallow breaths on your lips, your nose against hers. It feels real.

Your fingers meet the backs of her ears and you find her lips again. Tickling you on each pass, her long lashes flutter against yours before firmly resting shut. Slowly, Eunbi moves her knees from between you off to the side, your bodies twisting and turning to meet the urgency of your kiss.

She buries her hands in your hair as her voice quivers over a series of tension-filled hums. Sinking backward, her hands pull you along with her until the two of you are nearly horizontal on the bench, her weight only supported by a precariously perched elbow.

Your mouths pull and press against one another. The brief moments between your kisses create a vacuum of air between your lips that every muscle in your body demands be closed again—soft, smacking sounds ringing midst them. You need more of it, that light candy flavor on her lips, the smell of her coconut shampoo, her silky hair running between your fingers. You need it more than you’d ever imagined.

Eunbi’s fingers wrap around the thick fabric of your sweatshirt, clinging to you and holding onto you like her life depends on it. Her soft moan, locked between your mouths, coaxes your lips to part. Eunbi’s narrow tongue slowly teases and toys at your lips, your teeth, your tongue.

So overwhelmed are you with everything you feel, everything you touch, that a noise beyond your wet lips, your shuddered moans and hums—a whistling—goes nearly unnoticed. You know the noise. It wanders across a range of notes whose purpose is simply to be heard.

To her visible, flustered frustration, you pull away against the fingers on your clothes and yourself off of Eunbi lips enough to set your eyes on a man, casually making his way down the trail toward you.

No words exchange between you. Only the staccato panting of the man’s dog and the droning buzz of cicadas fills the strained silence as he passes. You offer him a polite, tight-lipped smile. But the man simply brings his face to the sky, hardly interested in what it was that made your heart race.

Into the night his footsteps vanish.

Eunbi’s fingers hold your jaw and turn you back down to her. Catching her breath, she leaps into the quiet pause. "Your cheeks are very red."

Licking at the inside of your dried mouth, you swallow the lump in your throat. "Talk about embarrassing."

"Don’t worry," Eunbi says, smiling, "It’s probably not even the worst thing he’s seen tonight."

Chuckling, you bring your elbows to either side of Eunbi’s face. It makes you pause, soaking in the beauty beneath you. You’d seen it, gotten lost in it, countless times, but never had you held it in your arms.

Her eyes dart from yours to your lips, presumably imagining the things she might do to them, the things she might do to you. She leans herself up, her expression steeled and determined. But even with every reason to be the most confident woman in the world, Eunbi stutters through the question.

"Can we…" She bites her lip and her eyebrows express an anxious stare you’ve seldom seen. "Go somewhere?"

A thousand times yes. The fact that you’d make any girl nervous has your heart rocking back and forth on its toes. The fact that it’s Kwon Eunbi whose breath you steal makes you dizzy.

— — —

It’d have probably been prudent for the car to be equipped with its own lights, siren and everything. From the moment you sped out of the 7-eleven parking lot, Eunbi drove like it was an emergency.

Her finger taps incessantly atop the steering wheel. Each intersection might as well be an obstacle placed by some cruel god—probably the same one who refused to smite you earlier. You’ve been to her apartment more times than you count. Hell, you helped her move into it. But as Eunbi’s foot reaches recklessly onto the gas pedal, your chest tightens.

Rows of houses, apartments, restaurants, cafes, groceries pass out the window before you realize the distinct emptiness in your hands.

You open your mouth, tongue clicking. "Ah."

"Yeah?" Eunbi asks, "something on your mind?"

"I forgot my shirt."

The car rolls to a stop in her building’s garage. Eunbi’s key turns in the ignition and the headlights click off, the dull hum of the car’s machinery disappearing along with them.

"On the bench?"

You pause. "Yeah."

Eunbi looks at you from under her lashes with a stare both equally concerned and frustrated. "You wanna go back?"

You take in a slow breath as her question registers in your head. "No, I… It’s irreparably stained anyway I imagine," you respond. "You saw it didn’t you? Just absolutely drenched."

Eunbi leans over the center console, seizes your lips with hers, and sucks hard at your bottom lip before pulling hers away as confidently as they came.

"I did." She smirks. "And so am I."

She’s again on you the instant you slam close the passenger side door. And unless you two were going to do it on the concrete floor of the parking garage, you have to lift her into your arms.

The echoey garage, the painfully slow elevator ride, the hallway to her unit—your clumsy union finds no reprieve as you and Eunbi stumble your way into her apartment. Setting her down and kicking your shoes off somewhere behind you, your hands roam the curves of Eunbi’s body, the shape of her beauty. Feeling your fingertips hover anxiously against her chest, Eunbi pulls you by the wrists onto her t-shirt, begging you to knead and caress her breasts in your hands.

A small yelp escapes Eunbi’s throat as you push her back firmly against the wall. She was someone you’d pined for as long as you remember, but the lust, the need to have her, it’s stronger than it’s ever been. And judging by the way Eunbi’s waist bucks and grinds along your thigh, her calves quietly rubbing together, you’d guess she recognized that feeling all the same.

Eunbi runs her hands beneath your sweatshirt, her cool palms landing squarely on your chest and her thumbs grazing your nipples. Navigating her fingers beneath the thick, bulky fabric, she pulls and lifts until your arms are up over your head.

"Fuck," she whispers under breath, biting her nail and letting her eyes wander your body.

"Eunbi," you tease, "eyes up…"

In an instant, she pulls her shirt over head so quickly that you struggle to make it to the end of the jeer. You’re stunned. It’s impossible to decide if she looks good in her underwear, or if her underwear looks good on her. She crosses her arms in front of her faultlessly smooth stomach, gathering her cleavage for you.

Drinking it in, your bottom lip curls behind your teeth as you search impossibly for any one place to rest your eyes. Dumbfounded, you land unconvincingly at the end of your usual taunt, "—here."

A smug smile stretches across her face, quickly descending on you. "That’s what I thought."

The skin on her chest, her arms, her stomach against you is only cold to the touch for a moment. Your tongues flick past one another, neither contented to their usual residence as Eunbi wrestles under your weight. One hand buried in your hair, the other looking to the belt around your waist, she squirms beneath you.

Gathering her delicate wrists in a quick motion, holding them barely above her head against the wall, you whisper against her ear, "No. Not yet."

She whines as the tips of your fingers reach down the front rise of her pants. Eunbi wasn’t lying. The thin fabric between her legs is drenched. Though lucky for her, you can more than sympathize. You break your kiss, circling your fingers firmly against her mound, watching closely the varied expressions of frustration and pleasure fill out across that perfect face.

"You—" Eunbi lets out an adorable squeal as you push your fingers dangerously against her entrance. Her voice squeaks out again, "you."

You drag your nails lightly over the fabric and Eunbi shudders. Your lips kissing and caressing its folds, you whisper again in her ear, "talk to me Eunbi."

"Y-you," she whimpers, her mouth curving into a wide smile, "you—reek so badly—of wine."

She starts laughing as you release her hands from above her head. You check the backs of your wrists and hesitantly under your arms with your nose. Sure enough, the sickly sweet smell of that night’s calamity stings your nostrils. It was after all that mess that got you into this mess.

Your fingers sift through your hair, feeling again the dried sugar still residing in it. You laugh as it dawns on you. "Yeah—my bad, huh."

Eunbi’s arms relax around your shoulders and you swear her warm smile could very well send you melting onto the floor. "C’mon, I’ll get you a towel."

— — —

Steam rises off your shoulders, and for the first time since you’d left your apartment that afternoon, you feel clean, at ease even. A strange turn of events, but ultimately, wish granted you suppose.

You look around, studying the pattern of the small gray tiles along the wall in front of you.

Truthfully, there are few things as disconcerting as being in an unfamiliar shower, what with the foreign controls, the angle of the shower the head, the pressure, the temperature, a variety of hair and skin products you feel you ought to be able to recognize. Though as it were, none of that mattered. This was Eunbi’s shower.

Sliding to the side, the glass door rattles in its track behind you.

Slowly, Eunbi’s delicate hands wrap around your chest and waist. Her fingernails gently drag along your skin and send bolts of anticipation crackling down your neck. You can feel her cheek lean into the space between your shoulder blades, her soft breasts pressing tightly into your back. The only thing keeping you from turning around and requiting the embrace is your commitment to hiding the dumb grin on your face.

She reaches her hands in front of you, cups them and collects a handful of water. "Are you clean?"

You let yourself laugh. "Still getting there."

She splashes the water against your stomach, gathering between her fingers the soap you’d lathered across it. Her fingers splay over the muscles of your chest as she admires the shape of your body. You feel as Eunbi’s lips drag along your back, not quite ever forming the kisses you craved.

"You know…" Eunbi’s voice surrounds you, echoing off the shower tiles. "Before everyone’s lives got hectic and busy, us girls—we’d often get together and chat. Any idea what we’d talk about?"

"Why would I?

"Because you’re clever." Eunbi nestles her nose into your shoulder. "School, clothes, music—boys."

You knew very well what she was talking about. The content of those conversations filled your dreams and nightmares all the same. You let out a nervous hum as you shift your weight between your feet.

"Oh yeah?" you ask, more than contented to play dumb.

Eunbi draws circles over the muscles of your stomach as she plants a soft kiss into your shoulder. "For years… I listened to them talk about you."

You swallow hard, finding the sharp drain grate of the shower an unwelcome companion for the bottom of your foot.

"First it was Minju, then it was Hyewon—and Sakura," Eunbi says, running her hands along your chest, "you know how much of a gossip she can be."

An anxious chuckle betrays you. "Hear any good stories?"

"Well… a lot of complaints actually. Valentine’s, birthdays, anniversaries…" Eunbi pushes her hips into yours, the sharp corner of her pelvic bone reaching into the cushion of your butt. "You always were rather inconsiderate—or forgetful, maybe both."

You try to interject, "well it wasn’t always clear—"

"You know what’s interesting though?" Eunbi plants a trail of kisses down the nape of your neck. Her hands sliding along your sides and across your thighs, she wraps herself around you. "They would all wax lyrical—about this."

As fast as they are gentle, Eunbi’s slender fingers find their way around your cock. She pulls your sensitive skin taut in one hand, and strokes you leisurely in the other.

The unremitting buzz of the shower head, pouring hot water onto your chest, is cut by the groan that heaves from your chest. Eunbi had just dragged a whole host of bittersweet memories right in front of your nose. In any other context, reminiscing over any one of those old flames would be enough to ruin an entire day. But your thoughts are only able to concern themselves with the woman at your back, holding you delicately in her fingers—and Eunbi knows it.

You can feel her soft lips as they graze along the ridge of your spine, finding their way across its bony divots. Effortlessly she stirs your cock firm and upright, her thumb teasing across its tip.

"For years." She again finds her cheek against your shoulder.

You reach your hands behind you, holding onto Eunbi’s thighs as you melt in her embrace. The two of you stand nearly motionless beyond your fingers pressing into the smooth skin of her legs and hers around you. Only the sound of water falling to the floor fills the moment.

You turn slowly. The water turns to steam along your neck, along your shoulders and back as you shield Eunbi from it. Short-lived is the departure of her hands on your cock—immediately finding their way back to your aching length, teasing, caressing, stroking, pumping.

Eunbi’s half-lidded eyes linger and slowly dip. Her teeth worry gently at the swell of her lower lip. The tilt of her head mirrors opposite of yours. You’d only seen it a handful of times, and never before today, but you’d have been a fool not to recognize the expression that sits on Eunbi’s face, demanding your kiss.

Once, twice, three times you find her lips with yours before lifting your chin and grabbing the bottle of coconut shampoo from the wooden shower caddie beside you. "Still gotta get this mess out of my hair sweetheart…"

Eunbi’s eyes dart between yours, frustrated at first, and then slowly calming into their usual soft, beguiling selves. She smiles, punctuating her words with kisses down your chest. "Please. Do take your time."

Her knees bend, her shoulders sink, and in no timid effort, She breathes you in. Her hand firmly at its base, Eunbi’s mouth ventures along your length. Its heat, softness, wetness—that tongue—it overwhelms you. Your only lament is that you’d need to brave the shampoo just above your eyes to see it.

But you can hear it. And you can certainly feel it. Eunbi’s lips seal themselves noisily around your throbbing length. Your breathing tightens and your heart races. Her hand slides along your shaft, picking up in between her fingers water and spit alike. The slick mixture around you, her grip tightening, loosening, tightening again, Eunbi delivers pleasure exquisite.

"Mnph." The sound coming from her throat echos around the shower, now chalk full of steam. Reaching a point of difficulty as she swallows you, she redoubles her efforts. Her tongue teases and darts under your sensitive tip. Her mouth twists around your throbbing cock, and her fingers, eager to please, follow along with it.

"Shit—that feels so good," you hiss.

Eunbi pulls you out of her mouth, holding your length delicately between her finger tips and caressing your thighs.

"This feels good too doesn’t it?" She leads her tender lips, pressed firmly against your cock, from its tip to base. You can feel her nose tickle the soft underbelly of your shaft as her tongue massages and teases your balls.

"Fuck," you curse, lathering the soap in your hands

"But maybe—you like it more here, right?" Eunbi’s fingers grip tightly around the head of your cock. The tiny, minute, and dangerously fast motions of her wrist draw a heavy breath into your chest, sucked sharply past your teeth. "Oh yeah. He likes it here."

You run your fingers through your wet hair, scratching and rubbing that shampoo into your scalp as your knees struggle not to buckle and collapse. You lean back, the water pooling in your bangs, and it takes significant effort to not fall back head over heels.

"Mnnnph…" She hums as the heat of her mouth finds you again. Eunbi’s fingers fan out along your hips and her mouth pushes slowly down your length, her lips nearly kissing your crotch. Her head nods gently as she tries to take you—all of you. It sends your voice reeling through a needy groan, the sound of water splashing to the floor around you.

"Eunbi—fuck." Your teeth grit. Your eyes clench tight. You can hear the tension building in your ears. And for christ’s sake you can feel the shampoo hovering in your brows, ready to blind you. You aren’t going to let Eunbi make you cum and not even be around to see it. You take a step back, your cock popping from her mouth, a strand of saliva glistening along with it.

"You—are fucking good at that," you say between ragged breaths, wiping at your brow with the backs of your forearms. Your hands over your shoulder, you turn slightly to rinse the shampoo from between your fingers.

Eunbi shoots you a mischievous smile, fingernail between her teeth."I’d hate to think I listened to Sakura drone on and on about how she’d get you off for nothing."

"She always was… passionate."

"Yeah. I heard." Eunbi sinks onto her knees, her perfect smile beaming up at you. She runs her fingers through her hair, now wetting into dark, thick bundles. "I don’t know if I can take you like she could though—or at least how she described it."

At this point, you’re too damn wound up to feel embarrassed.

Eunbi’s voice lilts as she taps a finger to her chin, "But I can’t remember…"

She shuffles her weight forward, hands at her ribs, pressing her flushed, burgeoning breasts together into an impossibly inviting cleavage. You can feel your eyes dilating at the sight.

Eunbi’s grin stretches from ear to ear. "What do you think? Do you think any of those girls might’ve ever mentioned anything about fucking you with their tits?"

"I don’t think they did," you mutter under your breath, entirely transfixed on the image of Eunbi squashing her ample breasts between her hands.

"Well in that case…" Eunbi smirks and nods over your shoulder. "Grab the conditioner behind you. Pink bottle."

Eunbi was absolutely stunning. And it wasn’t as though it were some well-guarded secret. Cute, sexy, elegant all bundled into one breathtaking package—there’s no reason why Eunbi wouldn’t know it just as well as you. This cramped shower, hot water beating on your back, it made for the world’s most wonderful stage. And with the confidence and gravitas that only a babe like her might possess, Eunbi knew how to perform.

Eunbi watches your eyes closely, fixated hopelessly on her fingers, lathering the conditioner all over her chest. Her breasts become sleek and glisten as her fingers work the slick lumps of gel into her skin.

"Tell me." Eunbi’s eyes pull you into hers. "Do you like my tits?"

You let a single, effortless laugh. "Fuck me, who wouldn’t?"

"How do you think you’ll like your cock between them?"

Instinctively, and certainly without instruction, you find yourself bending at the knees.

Tucking her chin into her chest, she raises herself up to your waist and envelops you. You’d always known Eunbi was well endowed. Flustering yourself as you watched her run in a loose fitting tank top; stealing a glance down the collar of a shirt; the summer all your friends practically lived out of Chaewon’s backyard pool; you’d always known. But you’d never imagined that it would be your cock—not a necklace or a button—staring back at you from between this magnificent pair.

Eunbi’s smile couldn’t be any larger, her eyes any wider, while she watches you writhe between her. She cups and lifts herself around you, caressing and stroking your length, all while keeping her gaze painfully on you.

"Fucking hell, Eunbi. I’ve never—" you shudder, your words lost in pleasure.

"Never? Really?" Her voice feigns a certain innocence, teasing you, "Then—do you like it… fast?" She hurriedly moves her slick breasts around your length, reveling in the lewd noises of the makeshift lubricant slipping and squelching around you. "Or maybe… you prefer it really slow." Her elbows swing to the sides, pressing her cleavage tight around you. It creates a warmth, a tightness, a bliss that you’d only ever figured you’d find between her legs.

"So fucking good," you release over the top of a wistful sigh, slowly bucking your hips into her immaculate cleavage.

"What if I stick out my tongue like this?"

It’s too much. You were on puppet strings in her hands, her breasts. She could ask you to walk into traffic and you’d at least consider it. Jerking, tugging, pulling, Eunbi hardly allows for any rest in her assault. You’d already been close to losing yourself in her mouth moments ago and you feel that urge to hold your breath and close your eyes once more flood your thoughts.

"Tell me—when—you’re going to cum," Eunbi says between quiet hums and pitched moans of her own, focused heavily on everything happening between her hands, "I want to swallow it."

Jesus-mother-cunting-christ. She might as well have just asked for it then and there. You push out a single breath, nearly panting as the word travels on it. "Yeah."

Eunbi looks up from her breasts, slightly bewildered. "Yeah? Yeah what?"

You nod your head, lips pursed, struggling for breaths.

Needing a moment to realize what she’d done—what she was capable of—she gives you a blank stare, eyebrows twisting like question marks. She’s just too damn cute. Lord knows the idea of letting yourself release onto her tongue and down her throat was appealing as all hell, but you aren’t going to make it.

At the bottom of her stroke, your cock drowning in the soft, heavy mounds around it, you finally let go. You pump yourself into her chest, each throbbing pulse of cum joining the sloppy mixture of liquids between her breasts. Your hips buck and your knees wobble. Holding herself still tightly around you, Eunbi doesn’t even realize it. She’d brought you to your orgasm without even realizing it. Truly, how fitting.

Eunbi, watching you wither and crumple, looks back into her breasts, only now realizing what she’d made you do. "This—this… Oh. Oh. Oh!"

She takes you again into her mouth, sucking and pulling at whatever you have left—as if most of your load wasn’t already between her tits, splashing to the floor and down the drain.

"Eunbi." You begin to rouse yourself back into reality.

She makes no effort to stop. Her cheeks hollow as she works mercilessly at your tip. It feels incredible, just as it had before, right up until the point it starts to ache.

"Ack! Eunbi—please!" You shuffle backward clumsily, practically dragging her across the tile floor with you.

Her mouth finally leaves your sensitive cock with a loud pop and her eyes shoot you a look most mischievous. She stands, fitting perfectly in your arms and starts to laugh.

Your hands wrap around her waist. "Good god. You’re gonna kill me."

"I would never." Placing kisses into your shoulder, Eunbi reaches her hands under your shoulders and finds a place to clean up in the water behind you.

Rubbing on Eunbi’s slippery breasts, your chest heaves as you catch your breath. Laughing into the woman entangled in your arms, with your noses nearly touching, she gives you a single, loud, smacking kiss, swift and efficient. Her fingers wrap gently around your poor length while she pulls stubborn strands of hair out of her face.

"You know you’re still very hard?"

Always a blessing and a curse. You reach your hand onto the back of your neck as you try to come up with a good way to phrase your candor.

"It’s what you do to me—if I’m honest."

"Well, if that’s the case." Eunbi’s arms wrap around your shoulders, her face coming close enough to feel her breath on your lips. "I like honest."

Before she can kiss you, you reach your hand down between Eunbi’s thighs and find her swollen bud with the pad of your fingertip. The wetness you feel with your hand could be from anything at this point, but you’d reckon the coarse, punched out breath that leaves her open mouth was as sure a sign as any.

"Looks like—you’re every bit as honest as I am Eunbi."

Another groan, needy and obscene, leaks from her lips as you drag the length of your finger between her folds, taunting her aching entrance with the firmness of your fingers. Her dark, round eyes clench shut.

"It feels r-really—" she gasps and slowly turns the pained look on her face into a smile. "—really good."

You twist your wrist, your hand gliding, your fingers reaching. The skin at your touch swells and aches. And with your fingertips, you tease Eunbi’s entrance, the shallow depths of her warmth.

"Fuck." The word barely makes its way into a whisper. Eunbi bites gently onto the corner of her lip and rests her eyes in yours—her expression full of need.

You tease your thumb—its flat, unforgiving pad—all across her entrance. "Should I go… deeper?"

You can see Eunbi’s mouth open for a moment, only before closing again. Her silent response becomes the fingers she reaches around your cock, pumping you leisurely between your stomachs. Her hips start to fidget and roll against you, finding everything they demand on the shape of your fingertips. You feel her thumb, teasing the tip of your cock, coax a sheen of pre-cum into her fingers.

Reaching your hand behind her, you pull her close. The soft, pliable skin of her ass fills between your fingers. She yelps as you press her into you. Slowly, Eunbi lifts a leg—the long limb becoming wrapped and entangled around the back of your thigh. In a quiet movement, she pulls your hand away from her slicked entrance, shoulders shuddering as it leaves her aching mound.

A look of pure, unbridled desire sets across Eunbi’s face, her long lashes barely masking the lust in her eyes. Her voice quivers, "I want you—in me."

Your knees bend and Eunbi’s toes curl as she lifts herself up onto the balls of her feet. And in a single, reprehensibly brief moment, she surrounds you.

Eunbi gasps, her eyes shut tight. She wraps her arms around you, falling backward until her shoulders rest against the cold tiles of the shower wall.

It takes you but a moment, your frenzied thoughts rushing to find themselves at her side. Your words nearly trip over themselves, asking, "Are you okay?"

She tucks her lips in, nodding through the pain, the pleasure. The long, unsteady breath you both draw rips from your rigid anticipation. Exhaling through puckered lips, Eunbi’s chest relaxes first, the tension evaporating into the steam above your shoulders.

Gently, you rock your hips—the unspeakable warmth enveloping around you. Your forehead against hers, you feel her breaths, punched and tight, roll past your nose and onto your cheeks.

"Eunbi." Her name spills from your lips uncontrollably.

She whines. She mewls. And her eyes open. Your own reflection greeting you in those dark pools.

"Kiss me. Please."

Beneath the shower head, a silver cloud of hot, steaming rain, you feel joy. The water beating at your back wraps you in a cocoon of warmth. The embrace around you, pulling you tight, cradles your bruised and swollen heart. It’s her, it’s always been her, it’s Eunbi—who forever seemed impossibly out of reach—she’s close. She’s so incredibly close. And it’s everything.

Your hips buck and your legs flex. Eunbi’s urgent need to find the back of your mouth with her tongue is betrayed by the indecent moan she lets resound between the shower walls. You set onto a dangerous rhythm, your hips crashing wildly into hers.

"yes—yes—yes." Eunbi’s voice hides beneath her breath as her eyebrows twist, bewildered and astonished at the pleasure you brew between her legs. She runs her lips along your neck, under the skin of your jaw, tickling your cheeks and finding your ear. A stream of curses tickles your thoughts and your name on her lips becomes a prayer.

How many times have you heard your own name—not knowing it could sound like this?

You drive yourself into that wet, inviting heat again and again. With your weight against her, she starts to slip, sliding down the wall behind her. Your hands reach beneath her, and in an elaborate yet clumsy motion, you scoop her knees over your forearms and she clings tight around your neck. Your body flush against Eunbi, and hers pinned to the tile in front of you, your hips beat against the flush skin on the backs of her thighs.

Eunbi turns her face to the side, gasping for breath. "Fuck!—you are so deep!—so fucking deep!"

She struggles to keep up with you, her frantic, pitiful kisses falling off your lips, your cheeks, your chin. Each stroke into the staggeringly-tight depths of her pussy engulfs your cock in such perfect, overwhelming warmth. The way she takes you, the way she completes you—it’s beyond magical, it’s divine.

"Please, please—please don’t stop." Eunbi’s fingernails dig into your back, searching desperately for release. Her breaths, coming in fits and starts, fill the air between you."Please—more—give it to me!"

Your face flush, your arms burning, sweat beading and disappearing amidst the steam, you press your fingers into her firm ass, stretching her wide for your motion. There’s no comparison—every girl you’d ever known, every girl you’d ever kissed, every girl you’d ever loved—they would never be her.

"Fuck—fuck—fuck! You’re going to make me—"

Eunbi’s face freezes, anguished and caught on a mute note of stupefying emotion. Her head snaps backward, her muscles tense, her feet dig into your thighs, and she quivers in your arms. She pulls you into her, into an impossible tightness—a closeness only you two could share.

"Eunbi—" you moan through gritted teeth as if she was in any state to hear you out.

Her name is all that can venture off your tongue as you let the sensations flood through you. You rest your weary face into the soft skin on her neck as the walls come down around you.

A final stroke, deep and unrelenting, into the desperate grasp of Eunbi’s clenching cunt immediately draws your fate. She quivers and trembles around the eruptions of hot cum you send deep into her body. You quickly feel it pool and fill around your aching shaft. Once unshackled by the silent crescendo of her release, Eunbi pushes lungfuls of lustful air past your ears.

There is hardly a calm in the world that compares to holding the woman you love in your arms. You’d stand here under the incessant hum of the shower head for eternity if your knees would allow it. But under your weight, under her weight, you feel your strength quickly wane.

Your amorous embrace, as perfect as it is, collapses. Your entanglement, your limbs hazarded in one other, lands fatigued in the puddles at your feet.

Eunbi wiggles herself to somewhere half-way comfortable, stroking her fingers through your hair. "Fuck me—I never imagined it like that."

Your breath still ragged and exasperated, you pant hard. You splash your hand in one of the pools of water on the floor next to you. "Yeah—I guessed it might be steamy, but—"

Eunbi pulls your face against hers, depriving you of that opportunity to make her eyes roll.

Tightly she holds you, your kiss filling holes in your heart. She will always take your breath away, steal your words when your eyes meet—but right now—she’s yours.

Eunbi parts her lips from yours, and her eyes search for everything she needs inside yours. "C’mon. It doesn’t count if we don’t do it in a bed."

— — —

A shoe. Your pants. Her underwear. Eunbi tosses everything into the laundry basket under her arm as she moves about the apartment in a huff.

She lets out a groan as she checks her watch.

"Fuck me—she’s going to be here any minute." She rushes into the laundry room, her voice trailing with her. "I told you to set an alarm."

You feel a little guilty.

You’d kept her up late—you’d kept each other up late—but you’re the one sitting just sipping coffee, without a care in the world.

"Can you try and look at least a little presentable? Or go hide in the closet or something?"

You run your fingers through your hair, hardly addressing the bedhead you’d woken up with. You give a hopeless shrug as you return the coffee mug to your lips.

"Whatever. Just don’t say anything weird—maybe—maybe, just don’t say anything."

The sun creeps through the windows of her apartment, filling the room with a golden glow. Eunbi draws the curtains and bathes the room in bright light. You wince as it hits your eyes, slowly adjusting to greet the morning.

A knock at the door grabs both of your attention, and Eunbi gives you one final anxious look of here we go before shuffling to answer it.

A woman, tall and callous—her manager presumably—enters the kitchen, a binder under her arms and her phone in her hand. She looks at you, eyebrow perking and back to Eunbi.

"Who’s this?" she asks, hardly looking past the screen of her phone.

Eunbi holds her thought for a moment, a visible flush on her cheeks. "—A friend."

The admission is honest, but your foolish heart finds it a little distant nonetheless.

"A friend?" The woman turns on her heel and hovers next to the kitchen table. Her imposing nature is hardly helped by the fact you’re sitting in your underpants. She gives you the world’s most disingenuous smile. "Well then. Mr. Friend. Here are the rules. First off, nothing—and I mean nothing—in public."

You certainly can’t imagine she’d be thrilled about you making out in a park—however brief.

"Two," she says, increasing the count on her fingers, "no love marks, hickies, bruises—what have you—where a camera might see them."

Over her shoulder you can see Eunbi hiding her face in her hands, practically dying of embarrassment, an uncharacteristic shade of red filling out her face.

"—And I swear to god, if you get this girl pregnant—You’ll be dead faster than you can say plan B."

Your words well in your throat. It was like you were seventeen again, getting a stern talking to from your girlfriend’s parents. "Y-Yes. Yes mam."

Eunbi’s voice, mortified, squeaks out from beneath her hands. "Don’t call her mam."

Her manager eyes you over one last time before turning to Eunbi. She whispers at a volume intended for you. "Just remember you’re playing with fire—now go finish getting ready. You’ve got a schedule that starts in an hour."

Eunbi gathers her wits, brushes herself off and marches into the bathroom. The gray tiles peeking through the open door effortlessly tease your memory.

Feeling your skin start to crawl, you sip your coffee again. It’s possibly the only thing normal about the scene in her kitchen.

The manager dumps her belongings on the kitchen table and sends her hands to her hips, her cool gaze fixed on you. "Whatever you do—don’t you dare break that girl’s heart. She’s a good soul."

Your smile hides behind the cup of coffee. You wouldn’t think of it.

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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cant wait for La Douluer chap3🙏 do you happen to have any spoilers?

Any spoilers for LD 3. Hmmm? I'm working on Kiss Me Underneath the Cherry Blossoms Part 3 atm, so there's not much but...

Violence, violence, and more unnecessary amount of violence.

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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I HAVE A RANDOM Q. Is your name based from the first lyrics on careless whisper? hehe-

Nice to see another hehe- gang on here, but yeah. It is based off Careless Whisper.

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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Missing You

Karina x M!Reader

WC: 1475 words

Dedicated to: @v1ntrix and @midnightdancingsol. The two editors who I didn’t let look at this unedited mess. I love you both.

Midnight contemplation on warm summer nights... enjoy.

Silence. The stillness of night.

Silky white stares back at you. A sweet amalgamation of youth and sin. Or, as the layman liked to call it, lychee-flavored Calpico and soju.

Your phone lies silent on your glass countertop. The glossy black screen diverts your attention from the liquid comfort in your hands.

Or maybe the alcohol was a distraction from the dreadful silence. You didn’t know anymore.

All you knew was the sweet taste on your lips, and the slight burn at the back of your throat was a distraction from that empty feeling inside.

You pick up the glass and stare at the milky liquid inside. It was beautiful, the perfect blend of two parts soju and one part Calpico….

The perfect way to get fucked up enough to forget all your problems.

You take down the entire glass, letting the familiar sweetness of lychee hold your hand while the warmth of alcohol hugs your waist.

A long, content sigh before you slam the glass back onto the countertop. Your hand reaches for another bottle before…

The darkness comes to life, and your eyes are entreated to a beautiful sight. Messy hair and striking brown eyes that quickly blur into an opaque gray with three words.

“FaceTime Yoo Jimin.”

You stare at your phone for a few moments, letting it vibrate in front of you.

Once.

Twice.

Before your finger slides over the front of the screen.

“Babe~” Her voice calls out as you watch the screen shifting from side to side while she tries to find the perfect angle.

An amused laugh leaves your lips, and you quickly prop the phone against the now forgotten glass. Your chin rests on your arms while you wait for her to finally get into position.

After a few moments of shuffling and mumbling to herself, Jimin finally looks back at you, a slightly concerned expression on her face. “Are you drunk?”

You shake your head.

“Don't lie to me.” She brings the phone screen up to her face before setting it back down. “How much have you had?” You open your mouth to respond. “And don’t even think about lying to me.”

A soft chuckle. “Might’ve had a glass… or two.”

Her eyes narrow. “Before lab tomorrow? Aren’t you cutting open a cadaver?”

You nod.

“Then why in the hell are you dri–” She comes to an abrupt stop as you put your finger up to your lips. “Fine. What are you doing?”

You glance around your empty kitchen. “Nothing much… just a little bit of drinking here and there.” Your eyes meet hers through the screen. And thinking of you. “What about you?”

“Me?” A long sigh leaves her lips. Her eyes glance out into the distance, looking at something just beyond the screen. “Nothing… it's been kind of boring, actually.” She looks away again.

In the background, you can hear her classmates laughing and enjoying the festivities.

“Why don’t you go with them?” You tap your fingers on the countertop.

Jimin shakes her head, a sad look in her eyes. “They’re all going to a party with Taeyong and Mark.” She takes a sip of her water bottle, letting you see her puffed-up cheeks while she watches her friends.

A slight snicker breaks through your lips.

“Hm?” she grumbles, the water still between her cheeks. “What?”

“Nothing,” you laugh before quieting back down.

“Whatever…” She perks up again and raises her hand as she looks away again.

The yells of “Bye, Jimin!” and “We’ll see you tomorrow!” can be heard through the speaker, but most importantly, you can hear your girlfriend’s soft sigh as she leans back down, closer to the phone.

“Guess it’s just me, n— babe! Where are you going?”

Your phone is already by your side as you dash out of your apartment.

“Babe! It’s really not a big deal. I can walk home b—my—f”

Her words begin to break off further down the stairwell as you run to the parking garage. You can hear parts of her voice as it breaks in and out while you get into your car.

Once you’ve driven out of the parking garage, you hear her voice clearly again. “Why don’t you ever listen to me? It's almost like you'd don't even care about becoming a do–”

“So you don’t want to see me?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the wheel.

“That's…” her voice quiets down. “not what I meant….”

“Mm,” you hum. “I’ll see you in a few minutes then.”

A momentary silence descends between the two of you before you clear your throat. “I’m going to end the call now. By–”

“Don't hang up on me… pleaseee.”

“Why? I’m just gonna listen to some T–”

“You’re just gonna listen to that, “Can you stay up all night? Fuck me till the daylight. 34+35~” She breaks down in laughter before she can start the next verse.

“Someone just wanted an excuse to sing,” you say with a shake of your head before glancing down to see what would actually be the next track. “Actually, “Midnight Pretenders” is next.”

“Then you’re definitely waiting for me to play the next song.”

A long breath of silence. “Are you here yet?~”

A smile dances on the edge of your lips as you pull into the park. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I miss you~”

Her words form a nervous lump in your throat, and you reflexively end the call before you take your keys from the ignition.

The night air feels cold on your skin. Soft summer breezes spread the scent of cedar and spruce through the air.

You walk alone on the winding path, your feet kicking up small clouds of dust. Black lamp posts illuminate small pockets of light just faint enough that their warm yellow glow touches one another, but nothing more. Outside of these tiny bundles of light and off the beaten path is nothing but inky darkness.

The view that greets you at the end is like “Starry Night Over The Rhône.” Small crowds of people walk alongside the river, their troubles and fears seemingly blown downstream, leaving only the content joy that appears on their faces.

And alone on the grass, like the beautiful painter of a masterpiece, sit the love of your life. Her knees are against her chest while she stares at the view in front of her. Her messy hair falls down her shoulders, covering the exposed shoulders of the black floral dress.

Each step towards her feels like a butterfly hatching in your stomach. Every second is a flutter of its wings, another beat of your heart.

A branch snaps beneath you, and her eyes look up. A mellow expression quickly shifts into pure joy as she climbs to her feet.

“Babe!” She runs toward you, throwing yourself into your arms. “There you are!”

The impact knocks the air from your lungs, and you grab beneath her knees, holding her at eye level.

A soft laugh leaves her lips as she brushes her hair back. “What took you so long?”

“Traffic.” You give her a weak shrug.

“Traffic?” She turns her wrist and looks over your shoulder. “At 11 pm? You’re really expecting me to believe that?”

“I me–”

A quick peck on the lips silences you. “You talk too much,” she laughs before giving you a sheepish grin.

Her warm breath tickles your upper lip, and you find yourself staring into her eyes. Bright, alive, they reflect the golden light of the light above you and widen when her expression shifts into a slight frown.

“Is something wrong?” She leans back a little and runs her hand through your hair. Her delicate fingers glide over your head before moving down to your neck and back to your cheek.

You open your mouth to say something.

“And don't even think about saying ‘nothing.’” She mimics your tone of voice and does a sassy shake of her head before meeting your eyes again, her expression softening. “Just tell me what's wrong….” Her foot taps against the back of your thigh, a subtle signal to let her down.

She clasps onto your fingers and gently tugs you towards the brightly lit path beside the river. When you don’t move right away, she interlaces your fingers and forcefully tugs you down the small hill. “If you’re not gonna say anything, then at least take me for a walk.”

It only takes one look at her wide eyes and gentle smile for you to fall under her spell. The outstretched hand and smile as she looked back looked like something straight from a dream, blurred background and all.

And after a few steps, you find yourself smiling as well. Whatever was bothering you before was all but forgotten. Jimin was with you now.

Note: I know. I know. You’re probably thinking. Why in the hell does this fool keep writing Karina? To be completely honest... IDK. Just had a lot of muse moments. Anyways, I’m already back to writing other idols so hopefully I publish more soon. You’re amazing, reader.

Love,

Unsure

P.S. Dedicated to the person I was actually missing. You know who you are.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #aespa fluff #karina fluff

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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La Douluer Part 3 when 😭love your works <3

Okay... so here's the thing. I don't have a La Douleur Part 3 draft right now...

Awww fuck it. I'll start it later.

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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Summer Nights

Karina x M!Reader

Fluff, Smut

WC: 7689 words

Dedicated to: @summersault31 and @yieldtotemptation for indulging my Jimin obsession as of late. Also, to @sinswithpleasure for the lovely Jimin photos and @writerpeach for being an adorable cutie.

Key’s click as letters appear on a bright white screen. Lines upon lines of words, meaningless to anyone else, but at this moment, these final few lines were the difference between life and death. One misstep would mean a year’s worth of work thrown down the drain. All that was left was one fina–

A loud knock forces your attention away from the blinding light. Voices can argue outside your door, and you quickly get up before it escalates.

“Jimin. I told you, he’s busy. Just come back tomorrow.” Your roommate’s voice.

“What? No! I want to see him.” A few more knocks bang against the door before you can get ahold of the handle and pull open it.

Once the door’s fully opened, you’re left with the enjoyable sight of your roommate and your girlfriend pushing on each other’s shoulders. “It’s alright, Jin. I just finished,” you say with a smile as they both turn to look at you. “Jimin, I told you to wait until I ca–”

A mischievous glint appears in her eye, and she flashes you a naughty smile. Her hands let go of Jin’s shirt to grab onto yours as her lips come crashing down. Before you can even blink, she’s pushed you back inside the room while her hand slams the door shut.

Warmth radiates from her cheeks as she grabs onto the collar of your shirt, pulling you down so she doesn’t have to stand on her tiptoes. She kisses you more fervently, and a small yelp escapes when your hand snakes around her small waist. Her hands tighten their hold while her lips part slightly, a subtle invitation.

The thought of your roommate contains you. But when she pulls away for a moment, a soft moan leaves through those parted lips and takes your inhibitions along with it. Your lips, unable to be left unoccupied, move down to her neck.

“Babe. What are you do–Oh fu–” She muffles a moan against your shoulder as you nibble her neck, enjoying the sight of the lovely pale flesh turning a rosy red. Her hands’ hold on your shirt weakens as she succumbs to the loving kisses on her sensitive neck.

Both of you stumble towards your bed, a flurry of hands and kisses. Suddenly, your knees slam against the bed frame, and you come tumbling down, taking her with you.

“Oh fu–!” she says in a half yelp, half laugh. Your arm cushions her fall, but she remains on top of you, hair billowing over your chest.

Still wanting more, you reach down with the intent of having her lips to yourself again, but your hand stops just above her shoulder. Her eyes meet yours, and she climbs onto your lap as you sit back up. “You should’ve warned me about the bed, Jimin,” you say with a slight laugh, watching a small pout form on her face.

“Wha? I thought it’d be romantic.” Her eyes stare into the mirror, taking in the sight of her petite frame sitting on your lap. “So do you want to cont—” She shifts slightly and moves away from the rising tent in your pants. “Well, I guess that answers that question.”

Her laugh is beautiful— always just the right pitch to tug at your heartstrings. And then that tiny pout where she puffs up her cheeks whenever she feels embarrassed as the only one laughing.

“It’s fine,” you say nervously, moving your hips up and down slightly so that your length can hide underneath the waistband.

“What are you doing?” she giggles and scoots onto your knee to watch your pathetic effort with a cute smile on your lips. Suddenly, she bites down on her lip, and her hand slides down the side of your face.

“Well….” Her eyes glance down between you as one hand slowly moves up your thigh. “I could help you if you asked nicely.”

You can tell she’s intentionally making her voice raspier just to drive her point over the edge. “Ba—”

“Shhh,” she coos, placing her finger over your lips. “Don’t ruin this by saying something. Just give me one of those cute no—”

You take her finger between your lips. Cool paint contrasts beautifully with the warmth coming from her skin. The greatest thing, however, was watching her playful, seductive expression shift into surprise as her plans flew out the window.

Now was your chance. Another cute yelp escapes when you push her onto the mattress and try to pin her arms. A playful struggle ensues as she fights back, pushing against your chest. The sound of laughter fills the room before she eventually gives in and places both hands over her head.

Her chest rises and falls with each breath, face flushed a beautiful rosy red, but your attention is centered on her dazzling eyes. Brown orbs that take in all the light from your dimly lit room and seem to sparkle brighter with each beat of her lashes.

Once your eyes meet, she smiles slightly and shimmies from side to side under you. “Come on, babe~. What else were you going to do?~” she laughs, giving you her best shot at aegyo in a position that would suggest something completely different.

“Jimin….”

You can feel the grip on her hands weaken before she’s eventually able to push you away with a light shove to your chest.

For the second time tonight, you find yourself straddled by her, except this time, one hand remains forcefully on your chest, keeping you from sitting up.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

Your girlfriend smiles from her position of power on top of you, the cheeky, playful grin returning to her face. “What I wanted to do was….” Her hands slowly crawl up from your abs, through your chest, until her face is millimeters away from yours. The playful glint remains in her eyes, and a soft laugh leaves her lips. “What are you thinking about, babe?”

Multiple ideas run through your head—witty replies, guilt trips, anything that would probably end with your desired result. Instead, you settle on a more straightforward approach. “I was hop—”

“Rhetorical question,” she says before kissing you again. Her legs shift around your waist as she can lean deeper into you, letting you feel her lovely chest press against you. Before you can really melt into it, however, she pulls away, allowing a small trail of spit remain between your lips and hers.

It breaks off once she moves away more than a few millimeters, and a gentle laugh fills the room as she wipes her finger over your lips. The way she looks at you is different, though, as she releases some of the pressure off your chest. Gone is the seductive vixen with you wrapped around her finger like a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web. Now, she just looks like Yoo Jimin, the girl who likes eating French fries one by one and always forgets her pen whenever she has to take notes.

“Wanna go get ice cream?”

You’re taken aback for a moment, and the question runs through your mind. “Did I just kill the mood?” But her small smile when you nod your head drives all the doubt away, that could wait till the rest of the night. For now, you wanted to be with Jimin.

“Ice cream sounds good.”

“Perfect.” She smiles before her attention is drawn to your computer. “What were you doing? Her hand pushes you away as she darts over to your desk and sits in your wooden chair.

“Nothing. Just an essay for one of my cla—”

“Toxic Masculinity: An Analysis on Men’s Sense of Self,” Jimin reads your title with a cheeky grin before she suddenly turns toward you and points at the screen. “Are you really writing thi— oh wait, I really like this line. Men’s obsession with outdated systems of chivalry and the proper relationship between a man and woman only shows how men are emotionally fragile and unable to deal with the prospect that a woman could be considered his equal.” Her laugh rings through the room while your face goes beet red with embarrassment.

She stifles her laugh as she turns toward you again. “Babe, if you didn’t want to pay for my meals anymore, you could’ve just told me.” Her eyes flutter rapidly before she breaks down into another fit of laughter.

“You were the one who told me to take the class!” you manage out, quickly running over to the computer and closing the document before she reads anything else. “Can we go get ice cream now?”

“If that’s what you really want.” Her hands slide over your desk as she slowly stands up, eyes darting around the room.

“Yes. That’s what I really want.”

“Good,” she says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “I would’ve gone by myself otherwise.”

You scoff and grab onto her hand. “As if I would’ve let you go alone.”

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow and rests her free hand on your chest, giving you her best impression of the coy sorority girl playing hard to get. “Is that your fragile ego talking, love?”

Your heart beats rapidly under her palm, and the slight smile at the corners of her mouth confirms your fears. She could feel your weakness, and from that moment, you were powerless to do anything.

“Stop having such dirty thoughts,” she says plainly before drawing her hand away.

“It doesn't help that my girlfriend looks so beautiful….” Your hand reaches out to grab onto her waist, only to be slapped away.

“Ice cream. Remember?” Jimin huffs before aggressively yanking on your hand and opening the door.

You step out to find your Jin indulging himself in one of your girlfriend’s favorite mango Melonas that you always saved for her. His eyes go wide as soon as he notices both of you step out, the popsicle sliding out of his lips. “You’re both out early.”

He meets your eyes and gives a mock look of pity. “I didn’t pin you for a minuteman, bro.”

“At least he has a girlfriend,” she says before noticing the mango Melona in his hand. A rare look of anger flashes over her face. “Let’s go.” Her breath brushes against your ear, and her hand tightens around yours as she tugs you toward the door. Just before closing the door, she peeks back inside and meets your roommate's eyes. “Oh, and Jin.”

“Mm?”

“You’re gonna have to sleep at Yoongi’s place tonight.”

“Why in the hell would I sleep at Yoo–”

Your girlfriend slams the door on the roommate, muffling his yelling to only be somewhat audible in the long corridor of your dorm. Once the door clicks into place, she looks at you, expressionless.

Her large doe eyes look slightly surprised, and her lips rest in a slight pout. Suddenly, a snicker breaks through her facade, and she breaks into a fit of laughter. “Let’s go before Jin finishes my Melona and yells at us.”

“Yeah, su– Babe, why are you, runni–” A hard tug on your hand pulls you down the corridor as you try to keep up.

“Hurry up! The shop closes in thirty minutes!” She looks back with expectant eyes before shoving on a push bar and pulling you inside. Your footsteps echo down the stairwell as she practically drags you down without consideration.

Once you step through the sliding doors of your building, your hand pulls her back, keeping her beside you. “Stop running, already. The shop is like five minutes away.”

“Urgh. Fine,” she mumbles before tucking her arm inside yours. Her lithe frame leans against your shoulder as her eyes close.

The soft scent of pears and iris wafts into your nose, mixing with the cool summer air. You stare at her resting features, the slight flutter of her lashes, the slight purse of her lips– angelic that was the only way to describe her, in the most otherworldly sense. Your lips move down to the side of her neck, giving her a gentle kiss.

Summer nights have always been your least favorite of the entire year. Too short, too hot, too humid. And that’s not to include the feelings of loneliness and isolation you always felt at home, away from the friends you had made in college.

This year was a little different, however. Summer had finally cooled down, and soft breezes seemed to follow you everywhere you went. It was perfect. Or maybe it just felt that way because being around Jimin was like wearing rose-colored lenses 24/7.

Since you started dating a few months ago, everything just felt different. Having her around on your lonely walks at night or your morning workouts made all the difference. Even though you had to embarrass yourself on a weekly basis using the donkey kick machine or what she more affectionately referred to as the “butt blaster,” it was worth getting to see her for another hour of your day.

You come to a slow stop at the top of the hill beside a small park bench. Looking out, you get a beautiful view of your school and the neighborhoods just outside. At the base of the green slope is a small ice cream truck, its motor barely audible from where you are. A long line of people stands outside, mostly students staying on campus for their summer break.

Jimin’s eyes flutter open as you let out a long sigh. “D-did we make it yet?”

“Yeah. We’re here.”

Her eyes blink once or twice, taking in the dim lights of the brick buildings of your school that starkly contrast the bright industrial beams in the stadium at the base of the hill. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe we go to school here.”

The idea comes to poke fun at her inability to read any book longer than 100 pages, but one look at her wistful expression changes your mind. “I’m still glad we’re here nonetheless.”

She nods and starts to walk down the hill. Slow, careful steps since there are no stairs to walk down, and tripping would only mean an embarrassing roll all the way down to the bottom.

Colorful lights surround the common area as students lounge around, some with their ice cream in hand. Others anxiously clutch their tickets while waiting for their order to be called.

A light squeeze of your hand. “What should we get, babe?” Her wide eyes look at you as she gets on her tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd. “I can’t see anything.”

You laugh and look over the crowd. “It seems like everyone is getting the fruit flavors.” A girl at the front accepts a small cone with a white swirl on top. “Also seems like vanilla might be popular.”

Jimin taps her chin once or twice, eyebrows furrowing. “Vanilla sounds okay, but do they have toppings?” As she asks the question, a girl passes by with a vanilla cone, her swirl topped in a dark layer of crumbled Oreos. Her eyes follow the chocolate cone until the girl finds her spot with her friends.

“Let's get that one.”

“Whatever you want, babe,” you laugh. “Anything else you want to try?”

She looks around the small clearing for anything that might catch her eye. Milkshakes and regular cones do little to stir her interest before she suddenly spots a couple sharing one long plate. Like a kid in a candy store, she pulls on the sleeve of your shirt and looks at you with pleading eyes. “Babe. Babe.”

“Mm, what?”

“Let’s get that one too.”

It takes your eyes a few moments to recognize what she’s pointing at, but when you spot the trio of bright red cherries on top, you quickly realize the object of her desire. “You don’t even like bananas, though.”

Your girlfriend mumbles something inaudible before puffing up her cheeks. She pulls her arm away from yours and crosses them over her chest.

Your eyes get lost, staring at her bountiful chest for a moment before you force them upward, avoiding that awkward situation where she calls you out in front of a few hundred people. “There’s no need to be like this, babe,” you say, grabbing onto her wrist to pull her back beside you.

“You always do this,” she grumbles as she slaps your hand away. “Ask for my opinion and then completely ignore it.”

You roll your eyes and look around. A few students have begun to notice your dispute, and a few too many guys are taking the chance to steal a peek.

“Anyways, what I was saying wa–” Her eyes go wide as you wrap an arm around her waist and pull. She places her hands on your chest to keep herself from falling too far forward before your lips crash onto hers.

After a tense moment where she follows your gaze, she closes her eyes, and you can feel her relax in your arms.

You could've sworn that you heard a small chuckle between your lips, but she pulled away before you could think more about it.

Her petite frame remains close to you, though, her hands gently pinching the fabric of your shirt. “What was that for, babe?” she asks softly, her cheeks flushed a rosy red.

“Because…” You try and think of an on the fly excuse that sounds a little less insecure than “Some guys were looking at you, and I’m one of those overprotective types.”

“You looked so cute, and I just couldn't help myself.”

She raises an eyebrow from between your arms. “So that's why you were–” She turns to look over her shoulder. [1] “You were staring at men while we were kissing!”

“You know how I a–”

“Apparently not. I thought you were staring at some girl, but it turns out it was a guy. Didn’t know you swung both ways, babe,” she teases with a cheeky grin on her face.

You can feel your face heat up as you look around the crowd, making sure no one can hear Jimin’s voice. “Babe, you know that people can hear you, right?”

“What?” She looks at you with large brown eyes. “I’m just surprised my boyfriend has a thing for men and never told me about it.”

A long sigh leaves your lips, and you shake your head, refusing to indulge her pointless game any longer.

“Babe. Babe. Babe. Awww, don’t ignore me~,” she pouts, shaking from side to side to try and get your attention.

You remain silent but slowly lower your head, pressing your lips to the top of your head. “You’re too cute,” you whisper before taking in a deep breath of her scent.

“Next!” The cashier’s loud voice breaks the intimacy of the moment, and you glance up to see that you’re next in line. Without even paying much attention to either of you, he rapidly clicks the button of his pen until you both come forward. “What can I get for you?”

Jimin opens her mouth to say something, but you start before her. “One banana split, please, and a….” Your eyes find hers as you say, “a vanilla cone with crumbled Oreos on top? Right?”

She nods excitedly.

“That’ll be $15.”

“That’s fine.” You tap your phone against the white card reader and wait for the receipt to print.

“You’re number 69. We’ll call you from the other window.”

“Thank you~.” Jimin flashes him a smile before she tugs you into the clearing.

Everyone’s eyes follow her as she leads you to a small clear patch of grass and promptly falls down, rolling and giggling like a schoolgirl. Her angelic laugh fills the relatively quiet night before she comes to a strip by your feet and reaches out a hand.

When you don’t immediately join her, she kicks your shin and reaches out again. “Come on!”

“Jimin, please don't make m–”

A hard tug on your hand causes you to fall forward. Your hands quickly plant themselves on both sides of your head, keeping you from crushing your girlfriend.

“See? How hard was that?” she laughs before slowly bringing her lips closer to you. “Now we can have some fun.”

Her arms wrap around your neck while her knee presses against your abdomen, keeping some distance between you. She gives you a small smile, her eyes darting around to see if anyone is looking your way.

“Excited?” Your lack of a response elicits a cute giggle as she slowly pulls you closer. “Someone’s acting all stoic today,” she laughs, her face millimeters away. “Weird considering how you just tried to ravage me with your roommate on the other side of the door.”

“It doesn't help that someone is being such a tease today.”

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about i– Yah!” She starts writhing beneath you as your fingers gently caress her sides. “That's cheating!”

“Sure, cheating. Whatever you say, babe.” You keep going, nonetheless, enjoying the adorable sight of her laughing and squirming.

After you've had your fun, you collapse right beside her.

Long breaths leave your girlfriend’s lips, and she grabs onto your wrist, trying to pull your arm up. When you don’t move right away, she whines and pulls even harder. “Come on! The grass is really hard.” She makes a point by hitting her head against the grass once, only to whimper and rub the now aching back of her head.

You smile and quickly reach out your arm, resting it under her neck before her head can touch the ground again. Her hair billows over your skin, and you can feel the weight of her head resting on your bicep.

It takes her a few moments to realize, her eyelashes fluttering as she adjusts to a more comfortable position before she rolls over and rests one hand on your chest. “Thank you,” she mouths, giving you a quick peck on the lips and then laying on your chest. “What number are they on?”

You sit up slightly and look at the number on the electronic screen. “56.”

“Wake me up when they get to our number,” she says, snuggling against your shoulder.

And before you could even say anything, her eyes are closed, and soft breaths leave her lips.

The night sky is starless, covered by a thin sheet of silvery clouds. Only the moon shines brightly in the sky, a solitary light in a sea of darkness.

It was a familiar sight. [2] Something you’d seen every night for the past year— it was the one constant. Tests could be good or bad, friends come and go, but the night was always the same— starless and lonely.

Well… maybe that wasn’t even true now. You look at the sleeping form in your arms and run your hand through her hair.

The usurper. The person who was so obsessed with inserting herself into your life that everything shifted around her. For the first time, nights weren’t lonely, and you found yourself thinking about her whenever you were alone. Whether it was calling just to hear her voice or seeing herㅋㅋㅋ in your messages, she always occupied some part of your mind.

And now, you couldn’t live without her.

“I love you.”

The words slip through your lips, barely louder than a whisper. Suddenly, fear overtakes you. Maybe she heard your slip of the tongue. Maybe she would push you away.

But one look at those fluttering eyelashes and pursed lips dissipates your fears.

After a few more minutes of taking in her scent, you glance up just in time to see the number flash from 68 to 69. “Jimin. Jimin,” you say gently, shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, babe.”

“Urgh. Five more minutes.”

“Ice cream.”

“Five more mi– Ice cream?” Her eyes fully open, and she quickly scrambles around before snatching the receipt from your pocket.

At least you had a new way to wake her up. You watch her run halfway to the ice cream truck before slowly walking after her.

She's practically jumping for joy as she happily accepts her cone before she looks at the long banana split.

“I’ve got it.” You grab it with one hand before slipping a dollar bill into the tip jar. “Thank you.” Your hand quickly wraps around her wrist as you pull her back towards the clearing,

“What's the rush?” she whines, pulling back on your hand, so you slow down. “Babe. Babe. Babe.” Her hand pulls on the sleeve of your shirt.

“What?”

“Babe~. You have to look.”

A long sigh leaves your lips as you stop in your tracks and turn around. “What~?”

Her eyes are wide and pleading, but as soon as she realizes she has your attention, that mischievous glint in her eye appears. “Look.”

Her lips gently kiss the edge of the cone; her eyes still focused on yours. A soft smile forms on her lips as she slowly brings her tongue out and swipes upward, taking a bit of Oreo crumble and vanilla swirl along the way.

Melted drops of vanilla slide down to the base and coat her hands with sticky droplets.

All the while, her eyes remain locked on yours, making sure that you're forced to watch every moment of the scene that's playing out in front of you.

A hard lump forms in your throat that soon becomes even more unbearable as she circles her tongue over the top of the swirl. After a few more tense moments, you grab onto her hand and pull her towards the clearing.

“Babe! You interrupted the show!” she teases, smiling as you aggressively lead her back to where you were before.

“Show, my ass!”

“Come on~. You were enjoying it~.”

That you couldn't deny. The red flush of your cheeks, racing heartbeat, and butterflies in your stomach wouldn't have it any other way.

“Let's just eat already,” you say as you sit down on the grass.

Jimin follows suit, leaning against your shoulder while she devours her cone like a normal person. Small chunks of chocolate stick to the sides of her mouth while she quickly licks up any melting vanilla.

“Want a bite?” She offers you a tiny nub of ice cream, a little more than a third of her swirl. None of the Oreo remains, just a small white mound in the center.

“I'll pass.” You take one look at her cone before taking a scoop of the banana split. A little vanilla ice cream on top of a small chunk of banana with chocolate syrup,

“We were supposed to share that!”

You shrug. “I’m not the one with a cone all to herself.”

“Hmph!”

Through the side of your eye, you watch Jimin finish the ice cream swirl in one bite before taking a large bite of her cone. Her cheeks bunch up as she takes large bites of the crunchy wafer.

“Okay, now gimme some.” She reaches for one of the spoons, only for you to pull it out of reach.

“Finish chewing, and I’ll let you have some,” you say with a cheeky grin. As she watches, you take another tantalizing slow bite of the banana split before picking up one of the bright red cherries. You bite the cherry off at the stem and watch her eyes go wide as you take one of her prized cherries.

Before you can even react, she grabs the other two cherries and quickly adds them to her already stuffed cheeks. “Mmmm.”

The way she quickly chews as she tries to finish the entire meal stored in her cheeks becomes your source of entertainment while you wait to share the banana split.

Eventually, after a few more entertaining minutes of watching your beautiful girlfriend, she tries to pull the banana split out of your hands.

You pull back, beginning a short tug of war as frustrated grunts and grumbles fill the silent night. “Babe, just let go. I’ll feed it to you.”

“No!” She pulls on the plate again, trying to make it slip from your hands.

A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you look up at her face while she exerts herself. Glaring eyes, pouty lips, and clenched jaw. She’s actually trying.

You give her the illusion of success and let the plate slip out of your hands slightly before suddenly pulling back.

She yelps and falls forward, crashing onto your chest. A soft huff sounds from between your arms before you get a bite of the banana split and offer it to her. “Fine,” she grumbles, biting down on your spoon and aggressively chewing. “Another.”

“Of course, love.” You gingerly feed her another bite and wait for her to ask for another.

This cycle continues until you’re holding onto the final bite. “Give it to me,” she says. You bring the last bite to her lips. “No, not that. The spoon.” She snatched the spoon away from you. “Say ah.”

You let her feed you the final bite before setting the empty plate onto the grass. “Ready to go yet?”

“Let's just stay like this for a little longer.” She says softly, eyes staring into the night.

Both of you sit together in the darkness, watching as the area around the hill slowly clears out. Other students leave after finishing their orders, and the long line gradually thins away until it's just the ice cream truck all alone.

The generator adds a quiet thrum to the chorus of night. Chirping crickets add the other higher voice before the generator hums fade away as the truck employees place everything inside and drive away.

Now it's just you and Jimin. Her small hands tightly clutch onto yours while her quiet breath guides the beat of your heart.

“Let's go,” she whispers.

You wait for her to climb up from your lap before standing up.

Her hand then grabs onto yours as she leads you back to your dorm.

You follow her down the moonlight path, the cobblestones adding a bit of pressure to the bottom of your feet each step. Your hand lets go of hers, letting her fingers slide away as she takes a few steps forward.

“Ah, ooh. Ah ooh. I want you to breathe me in~,” she sings as she grabs back onto your hand and pulls you closer. “Let me be your air. Let me roam your body freely.” Her eyes glance up, encouraging you to raise your hand higher.

You oblige her with a slight smile, spinning her around as if you were in a dance. Your reward comes soon after as she presses her hips against you and leans into you. Her hand caresses your cheek and guides it over her shoulder.

“You’re singing the wrong song,” you say, her warm breath tickling your upper lip.

“Really?” Jimin gently shimmies her hips from side to side. “It sounds like I chose just the right song.” Her fingers reach down and touch your thigh, just close enough that she can feel the taut fabric alongside. “You know, babe. We’ve never done it in public before.”

A ragged breath comes from between your teeth as her fingers slowly tiptoe towards the inside of your thighs. “Jimin….”

“Hm?” she hums. “Don’t tell me you're actually thinking about it?” Her hand runs down the sides of the tent she created. “You really are thinking about it.” Her expression suddenly shifts into one of pity as she gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Too bad.”

One push sinks your hopes as you’re left to deal with your own misery.

She starts walking back to your dorm again, and without even bothering to turn around, she calls out, “Don’t stand there and mope all night. I won't bother waiting for you.”

You look up and meet her eyes. The slight playful grin on her lips puts a lid on your boiling need, and you shake your head before catching up with her.

Once she’s led you back to your apartment, you grab onto her wrist. “Let me take you back first. It’s dark out.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Someone’s being all chivalrous tonight. What happened to being emotionally fragile?”

“Babe, I’m being serious. Let me walk you back.”

She shakes her head, muttering something under her breath. And before you could even say anything else, she roughly pulls you into the building. Without a word, she drags you up the stairwell and to your front door. “Open it.”

Your door unlocks with a mechanical click, and she steps inside.

Before she finishes taking her shoes off, you grab her wrist and pin it to the wall, pressing against her small frame with your body.

“Someone’s eager today.”

“Shut up,” you say, your lips grazing the side of her ear before gently biting down.

“I’m being serious. What if Jin walks in?” she laughs, making no attempt to push you off her.

“He can watch. I can’t wait any longer.” Your lips move to the side of her neck. The softness of her skin tantalizes your senses, encouraging you to run your teeth along the pale white surface.

The soft scent of iris draws you deeper into a trance as a strand of her hair runs over your nose.

Before long, she's the only thing on your mind– the slightly salty taste of the sweat on her skin, the warmth of her hand on your chest, and the gentle rasp of her breath beside your ear. Everything about her takes hold of your senses and refuses to let go.

“Babe~.” A groan leaves her lips. “What are you doing?”

You hook a finger underneath the strap of her top, laying kisses over her shoulder while you gingerly pull it off. “Don’t worry about it.” Your other free hand does the same for the other strap, but the top simply slips down, only revealing a little of the beautiful lace covering her chest.

A soft laugh leaves her lips. “Not what you expected?” Her eyes look towards the hand that you’ve pinned against the wall. “Looks like you’re gonna have to let go.”

You hesitate momentarily, pausing to think about what to do before grabbing onto her collar.

“Nuh-uh.” Her voice draws your eyes back up to hers. “This is one of my favorite tops.”

You groan and tap your head on the wall, admitting defeat. Your hand lets go of her wrist.

“That wasn’t so hard,” she says, a victorious smile on her lips as she lifts the top, revealing a beautiful lace bra underneath.

Your smile quickly reappears as you begin laying kisses over the edges of the lace, grazing your skin with half lace and half beautiful skin. You reach behind her and quickly pull apart the clasp.

The top comes smoothly off, Jimin offering little resistance as she lets the straps fall off her shoulders and slides the rest of the lace down her arms. “You’ve been good today,” she smiles, draping her tiny arms over your shoulders while you enjoy the newly revealed skin of her chest.

You begin softly laying kisses over the skin where the bra used to sit before moving down. Your lips touch the valley between her soft peaks. The warmth of her skin tickles your cheeks while the fast beat of her heart reaffirms your confidence.

Her hand runs through your hair. “I get it that you like my t– Ah~.” A long moan forces its way through her lips as your teeth gently bite on the small pink peak. “Fuck~,” she groans, tightening her grip on your hair.

Your lips form a slight smile as you roll your tongue over the pink flesh while your hand supports from beneath. You continue your ministrations on one half of her chest, but not wanting to leave the other ignored, begin to gently knead the soft flesh with your other hand.

Most alluring of all is the beautiful view when you look up. Damp hair mattes over her face, strands running into her eyes while slightly parted lips allow for minor hiccups and groans to escape. “Oh, God….”

She writhes in your arms for a few more moments before she pulls your mouth back up to hers. Her bountiful chest forms a comfortable cushion between you as she aggressively ravages your lips.

You can feel her tongue push against yours, asserting itself over you while her leg draws up your thigh, a simple diversion.

But it was too late for you. She has you caught in her web.

Instinctively, you grab onto her waist, steadying her as she wraps her legs around your waist.

“Bedroom,” she makes out between kisses.

In a heated frenzy, you stumble through the dorm, grabbing on anything that could steady you. Your sides painfully hit against the dinner table along the way, eliciting a cute laugh from Jimin as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear without breaking the kiss.

As you approach the door, she sets a hand on your chest, a subtle sign. She moves away, giving you a beautiful view of her flushed features.

“I'll get the door.” Jimin turns around and opens the door before she puts her arms back around your neck. “Now, we can continue.”

“I didn't know I was getting a play-by-play,” you laugh, kicking the door fully open.

“After what I saw on your computer, I would say I’m owed some compensation,” she says while her hands work on pulling your shirt over your head. “And~ it looks like someone’s been working hard in the gym.” Her hands roam your chest, an impressed smile on her face. “Now~”

Those seductive bed eyes mesmerize you, and each flutter of those long lashes only draws you deeper into a trance. Her voice becomes the only thing you hear, overwhelming the hurried beat of your heart.

Jimin shifts her weight and wraps her arms around your neck. One gentle tug tumbles both of you down into the bed.

When you feel the mattress against your hands, you look down to see a slight smile on her lips before her laugh fills the room. “Don’t look at me like that, babe.” Her hand caresses your cheek.

“Like what?”

“Those lovey-dovey eyes. They make me want to have a deep conversation about our future rather than let you ravage me.” She glances down between your legs before biting her bottom lip. “Now… if you wouldn’t mind.” Her hips shimmy from side to side beneath you, a subtle draw for attention towards her canvas pants.

You smile and oblige her. A gentle pull on the drawstring loosens the pants before one tug has them down to the bottom of the bed.

You descend downward and lay gentle kisses over her toned stomach. Your reward at the bottom is a beautiful pair of lace panties, slightly damp in the center, perfuming the air with the scent of her arousal.

She grabs a pillow and places it beneath her neck. Her hands grab the sides of the black lace and begin to take it off before you gently push them away.

“Let me,” you whisper, a slight smile on your lips as you bite down on the slick center.

A satisfied hum leaves her lips while she watches you pull them off, her eyes never leaving yours. “Someone’s been practicing,” she breathes through a ragged exhale.

“You’re too kind,” you mumble before your hand finishes the effort once you’ve made it halfway. Your hands move to the inside of her thighs while your lips descend down, peppering the smooth skin with soft kisses.

She writhes beneath your touch, only letting out restrained moans and soft whimpers while the grip on your hair tightens, drawing you closer. But you don’t change course and instead take the scenic route as you layer one kiss on one thigh, then two on the next, just a little closer to the needy heat between her legs.

“You’re such a tease,” she grumbles, giving your hair another forceful tug. “Babe, ple— Ah!”

A steady stream of warm air leaves your lips as you breathe over the small null at the top of her flushed core. You give her an innocent look before having an apprehensive taste. One small lick, a sample of what was to come.

Her lips open, another frustrated groan ready to leave.

Before she says anything, you dive in, nuzzling your nose into her small clit at the top while your tongue moves up and down in slow strokes. Her white knuckles and unrestrained moans only invigorate your efforts as you hit all the right spots. Your fingers slide beneath your tongue to reach her deepest spots.

“Keep going~ Ah! Right there!”

Arousal coats your tongue and fingers while her thigh quivers beneath your left hand. Her restrained moans and weak whimpers eventually break through the dam, releasing a loud crescendo of screams.

“F-fuck!” Her back arches and walls tighten around your finger as your tongue is generously coated in a light layer of arousal. “Ah—fu—God!” The tremors hit a peak, and her body tightens up before hitting a final crescendo as she unravels, letting out the final torrent of arousal that you struggle to contain to just your lips.

She holds you against her heat as she settles back down, enjoying the broad strokes of your tongue over her still sensitive core.

“Fuck, babe.” Her thighs press firmly against the side of your head before she pulls it up to meet her eyes. Flushed red cheeks compliment dark brown eyes that sparkle with a desire for more. “Come here,” she groans, gently tugging on your hair, a simple suggestion for you to climb back up.

Your hands press down onto the mattress beside her head while her arms wrap around your neck.

“Someone’s been practicing,” she laughs before her lips meet yours. Her hand moves downward, running over the surface of your pants. Without so much as a word, she slips inside and begins slowly stroking your length.

You can feel a slight smile form on her lips between the kiss but are too engrossed in the smell of iris perfume and the softness of her skin to say anything about what's occurring between your legs.

“Jimin-ah.” A ragged breath escapes once you feel her hand place your length between her thighs. The slightly damp folds hug the top.

“Jimin-ah~,” she imitates your voice but adds a bit of her seductive spice to it by letting out the most perverse moan she can manage at the end. “You don’t want it, babe? Don't you want to fuck me?

Do it. Fuck me till I can’t walk tomorrow.” She bites down on her lip, leaving you [3] speechless by the vulgarities from your typically romantic and loving girlfriend.

“Ba–”

A snicker escapes through her facade before she starts giggling uncontrollably. “Sorry. I just had to try it once.”

“You're a fiend.”

“Really?” She gives that doe-eyed look before changing to something more mischievous. “Well, you might have to punish me then, won’t you?”

Her free hand aligns your tip with her warm center before her thighs pull you deeper inside. “Fu–Ah! Go slower!”

A slight hum beside her neck as you slow down. Your lips suck at the tiny droplets of moisture, tasting the slight saltiness of her skin.

Halfway in, she bites down on your shoulder while her hips invite you closer. Soft mewls become needy groans as your length pistons in and out, covering half of it in her arousal.

Eventually, you find a rhythm, pushing more and more of your length inside with each thrust.

Her lips move away from your shoulder and encapsulate your own; a silent moan is exchanged between them. “Mmmm!”

She pulls away from the kiss and takes a good look at you. Brilliant brown eyes that would hide away with a soft moan whenever the sound of skin against skin resonated through the room. Plush pink lips that took hold of your senses whenever you saw them.

Now you could feel her warm breath against your ear as she held you closer. “Harder, please. Just fucking ha-ar-Ah!”

Your hips smash against hers. Her thighs begin to writhe beneath you while her skin boils. The hands around your neck move down to your back and rake over your bare skin. “Babe, fuck. I’m so fuc—” Her voice hitches, and her core contracts around you, milking you of everything you have.

A sense of panic arrives, and you try to pull out, only for her grip on your neck to tighten as she looks you in the eye.

The look sends you over the edge as you bottom out inside her.

Then almost as if this were a dream, you'll fall to the side, your combined laughter filling the room.

“You're amazing,” she smiles, climbing onto your chest so her damp hair mattes over your skin.

“Says you.” You press a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t forget to take a Plan B tomorrow morning.”

Jimin rolls over, a slight pout on her lips. “Don’t want kids with me that badly?”

Your face heats up. “Jimin, you know that's not what I m–”

“I’m kidding,” she laughs, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Maybe in a few years.”

“You’re planning on staying with me for that long?”

“Well…” Her tone suddenly becomes quieter. “Yeah. I love you.” Before she suddenly gives you a playful smile. “More than you’ll ever know.~”

A scoff leaves your lips, and you pull her into your arms. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I love it when you hold me.”

“Just sleep, Jimin.”

And with that, she settles in your arms, letting her soft hair brush into your nose while you fall asleep.

Maybe you’ll dream of your future, or maybe you’ll have a nightmare. But as long as you woke up with her in your arms, you knew summer nights wouldn’t be so bad anymore.

Notes: Long time no see reader. I think it’s been almost two weeks, so I apologize for the long wait. There’s a lot of people to thank for this one, so it’ll take some time. Thank you to @v1ntrix, @praeluxius, @banananutsmuthie, @floraedewrites, @fillinforlater, and @cr4ycr4y for working on this with me. Y’all are amazing. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the fic reader. If you’re wondering about any of my series, they will be continued shortly, most specifically the ABO series which I’ve just been unable to sit down and commit to writing. That’ll be all. Hope to see you again soon, reader.

Love,

Unsure

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