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WINTER-010101—"Before Class, I Bang My Naughty Girlfriend Against Her School Locker Until She Makes It Snow With Her Squirt! How Will I Explain This To My Teacher?!"

Kim Winter x M!Reader Smut

The northern sun streams six AM sunlight through the windows that are almost as blonde as Minjeong's hair. The bright color makes rectangular lamps on the hallway floor your shoes cross, serving as a helpful guide especially because the lights of the school aren't switched on yet.

Oh well, they never are at this time. Six AM is the earliest a student of SMTown High can arrive. That's the hour when the security guard, too groggy and exhausted from the night shifts, just opens the gates to welcome a new school day. He already knows you and Minjeong since the two of you are the early birds, but he still acts like he has never seen you in his life when you forget your ID card.

But for just this once—meaning the three-hundredth time—he let you in. Or maybe he did because Minjeong flashed him her infamous puppy eyes, her flattery-filled words entangling him till he had no choice but to grant you entrance.

Yeah, it's probably because of Minjeong.

At the crack of dawn here in your school, she walks with you through the aisles of blue lockers and classroom doors painted a woody brown. Minjeong is dressed in the uniform all twelfth grade girls wear: a plaid skirt and collared ribboned blouse under a jumper. No ripped jeans allowed. Neither are shorts and skirts above the knee. Pretty strict dress code for people eighteen to twenty years old, literally at the beginning of adulthood, but that's SMTOWN High for you.

"No way. Wasn't this Bae Joohyun's classroom?"

Minjeong's voice makes you stop in your tracks and look her way. Now she is standing at the doorway of a foreign classroom with her hands on her hips, eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

You recall Bae Joohyun very well. She is one of SMTOWN High's most prominent students-or at least, was. She finally left after graduating twelfth grade some years ago. During her three years in the school, she spent her time accomplishing several of the highest honors and winning almost every quiz competition you can think of. Spelling, history, mathematics... you name it, and she probably won first place for it.

"Yeah, I think so," you say. It does look like one of those rooms you remember spotting Joohyun in. You would leave your classroom to get a textbook from your locker and you'd catch a glimpse of her taking down notes through the window. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Oh nothing. Just remembered she promised me that she'd give me two thousand won as a growing-up gift after I turn nineteen. Now I'm nineteen, and she still hasn't given me shit."

You chuckle. Tugging Minjeong's arm so she can stop fuming at the empty room, you continue your stroll down the hall. "Why would she ever make a promise like that to you?"

"Because some people are actually very lovely and generous enough to be gifted nice things. You know, not like the loser who was eliminated out of the spelling bee because he couldn't spell 'compensation'."

Minjeong rolls her eyes at you then continues walking. The idea of the renowned Bae Joohyun has easily slipped her mind now that she remembers one of your embarrassing moments. For guaranteed extra sting, she sticks her tongue out at you with the best glare she can muster.

"First of all, ouch," you make a pained expression as you place a closed fist above your chest, "and second of all, what's it to you? That was back in ninth year. I can definitely spell it now."

She gives you a doubtful look. Meanwhile she barely misses walking into a locker with the door still thrown open if it weren't for your rescuing arm tugging her away. "Oh yeah? Do it.

"Fine. C—"

"—While you chase me to my locker!"

Suddenly Minjeong is bounding across the hallway like a cheetah. Easily struggling out of your grip, she leaves you alone with her long blonde hair whipping into your face and the flat of her shoe almost kicking your nose.

It's not fair at all! She's one of your class' star athletes while you stick to being in the science lab experimenting. This isn't your forte!

"Oh, come on, Kim Minjeong!" you protest, although you have already started running too.

"That didn't sound like O!"

Now she lays out a game for you, just like how the coaches at the covered court would announce the volleyball game she plays. But this one is more of a race—from Bae Joohyun's classroom to her locker, and the additional challenge is to spell that dreaded word.

You run after Minjeong on shaky legs. Poorly drawn awareness posters and sticky notes are all a colorful blur as your shoes slam against the slippery floor. They screech to a halt upon reaching a stairwell, almost slamming you to the wall, but they manage to step up the numerous blocks of height.

"O! M!"

M is for "Minjeong". Minjeong giggles as she runs to the right hand side of the corridors upon the end of the staircase. Now the two of you are on the third floor, bounding for each other as if you aren't too old to be playing tag.

The floor is made of rough stone. It makes it difficult for you to run after her with ensured safety. Passing by numerous empty classrooms and libraries, you almost seize Minjeong by her arm if it weren't for one of her long legs extending so that she can reach more steps.

"P!"

P is for "pain." Pain wreaks through your legs as just a few minutes of running starts to take a toll on your body. But you don't stop at all; the locker is only a staircase away.

You try to grab Minjeong as she runs up the curved side of the staircase, but you slip and fall instead. Your chin meets the rough ground.

"Ow!"

"That isn't a letter!"

You quickly get up despite the throbbing brokenness on your face. You climb the stairs four steps at once, taking long strides so you can catch up with your girlfriend.

You run across the hallway with your eyes locked on her. The letters start to leave your gritting teeth.

"E!"

Enter the curve of the halls to find Minjeong pulling up her socks. It gives you additional time to catch up with her, but once she sees you, she gets up again and runs. You wish that you also had her long slender legs so you could run just as fast as her.

"N!"

Now railings of the quadrangle come to view. They remind you that the lockers are already close. Although your legs are burning with all the strain, you strive on. After all, you can already see Minjeong just a few more laps away.

"S!"

Soon you'll get to her. You're sure of it. Just a few more laps and it's the final leap of faith for you. Minjeong is leaning against the door of her locker, screaming with both excitement and fear. You finally reach her and pin your hands to the door, trapping her in between the locker and yourself.

"A—"

—Another breath. Yes, take another breath and you'll be fine, even if Minjeong is a laughing blur in front of you.

"—T–"

—Try your best not to let your heavy breathing hit Minjeong's face. Your breath still smells like strawberries because of the gum you chewed on the way to school, but still that would be weird.

"–I–"

"Isn't racing the best?" Minjeong asks cheerfully. She brushes your hair lightly away from the sweat beading on your forehead.

"O... oh, definitely... N.... not," you spell out in between pants. Minjeong is still giggling at what you've just done. "Minjeong, that was not fun at all."

"It was fun for me!" she says, kissing your nose. "Can't believe you actually spelled it right."

"After spelling compensation, I definitely need it for the blood and tears I shed during that race. Fuck you, Minjeong."

"Oh? Then do it."

Minjeong's eyes say it all. The contact they have with yours never wavers, and her bottom lip juts out to persuade you even more.

Just a few seconds after the little "spelling bee" she has made you take, Minjeong has set a new challenge for you. And its objective is to fuck her right here, right now.

You gulp nervously. You don't know what she's thinking. The two of you are in school! CCTVs will be recording everything you do, not to mention the students that would come by later and see the two of you going at it. Having sex in public—especially in school—can get you suspended.

"Besides, it'll be easy to do it," Minjeong adds slyly. "You know why?"

"Minjeong—"

"Because I'm not wearing any panties today."

After hearing those words, all your concerns and doubts are thrown out of the window immediately. Your cock stands up with complete solidness at just imagining Minjeong doing something so daring right when you two are in school.

Minjeong turns her back and sticks her ass out. You can see the round firmness of her cheeks peeking out from underneath the ends of her skirt, and the pink wet hole just waiting to be stretched.

The moment she wiggles her ass at you, the lust has already gained full control over your mind. There's no turning back from here and now.

"How naughty," you remark, slapping her butt so that you can hear that cute yelp. Caressing the afflicted cheek before spanking her again, your fist closes around her long blonde hair before pulling it back. "Was this something you planned to happen, Minjeong? Me fucking your brains out in school?"

"Mmm, maybe," replies Minjeong. Her ass starts to rotate against your hand in circles when your finger forges a path inside her silken pussy. "But I deserve a good rough pounding, don't I? After everything I've put you through."

She sighs breathily as you finger her. Her hands find the sides of her locker to keep her balance. You aim for the rough spot inside her so that the slick hole squeezes tighter around your middle digit. Soon, her arousal becomes obvious; her nipples poke up beneath her uniform and her moans start to get louder.

You reach from behind her and start to squeeze one of her tits through her top. Her erect nipple slides against your palm while you finger-fuck her, causing the wetness to overflow and coat the rest of your hand.

Maybe taking your compensation isn't something worth avoiding after all, even with the possible suspension.

You knead her breasts as if they were dough. They're small, but large enough to be a handful that's easy to play with. You undo the front buttons of her jumper so that you can play with her tits more through a thinner barrier. Now you can feel how hard her nipples are and learn exactly how to take advantage of their sensitivuty.

"Oh fuck," Minjeong whimpers. Her curse is not only caused by your pinching; another finger has slid inside her, poking at her sensitive spots and reaching deeper. "This feels so fucking good."

She starts to ride your fingers desperately. While your middle and ring fingers are nestled deep inside her cunt, your index stretches to play with her small clit. Minjeong clenches on your fingers tightly, already close to orgasm.

"Not so fast, slut." You remove your hand from her pussy, much to her disappointment. But that feeling quickly erases when she hears your zipper undo and your pants fall to the floor. "I'm going to fuck you against your locker while you suck your juices off my fingers like a good girl, you got it? Don't be so greedy."

Her eyes glimmer at the idea. And she makes sure to get your heart racing with the way she easily takes your fingers in her mouth when you prod them against hed lips. Eyes shining with confidence, she suckles on your fingers to clean herself off of them. Her tongue twirls and licks while her teeth daringly bite, an action that is chastised by a reprimanding yank of her hair.

The only time her eyes leave yours is when your cock enters her cunt. They look up into her hooded eyelids, making a perfect ahegao. Her moans vibrate against your fingers sealed between her lips.

Minjeong is a tight fit. She can easily be the perfect fuck doll; her slim little body, pretty face and tight hole can make any man (or woman) commit crimes for her. The school uniform is just the cherry on top of it all. Grunting, your hips jerk and slap Minjeong's ass just like your hand did earlier.

"Mmmm," she hums in satisfaction. Her drool makes the skin of your fingers wrinkle, but you don't mind it all. You love the choking sound she makes when you press your fingers down on her tongue to stuff her throat, extracting streams and streams of saliva from her.

Minjeong's hips roll so that your cock grinds against the perfect spots. She's drooling from both lips, abundant juices coating your member while saliva makes a mess on her chin, but it's pretty obvious that she's enjoying it.

Your thrusts rock against her ass and makes the locker shake. That isn't good at all; that's what Minjeong is relying on for balance. Her legs already feel like noodles! Her hands curl around the locker tighter as she curses softly with every hump in her pussy.

"Yes, right there!" She encourages you to maintain the speed and angle of your thrusting. Your cockhead constantly knocking against her cervix feels so hot, and she loves how she can feel the imprint of your dick on her stomach.

"Holy shit, Minjeong. You're so fucking tight."

As your compensation, all you want is to fuck those uncompromising walls apart so that her pussy could memorize your size and length. But even with the roughest banging, Minjeong's pussy remains compact, threatening to keep your dick inside her forever if you didn't have the strength to pull out.

The slapping sounds accompany the rocking of the locker. Your stomach slaps her behind and in return her body makes the locker slam against the wall. But Minjeong tries her best to bear the intense pleasure of your stiff cock impaling her pussy, although her fist is straining to maintain its grip and her eyes are fastened shut.

"Hnghhh, ahhh, faster, oppa," Minjeong pleads, pouting cutely. "Your dick feels so good inside me. I want it deeper, please, I want it! Fuck!"

You remove your fingers from her mouth so they can instead grab one of her legs and raise it up. Minjeong starts to scream; with her thigh squished underneath your grip, the angle you've pulled her leg to allows you to drive deeper into her. Her vagina can barely handle the rougher penetration.

So she clenches hard around you and, now without your hand blocking her sounds, lets out the loudest scream you've ever gotten out of her. The lubrication starts to become excessive, dripping your mixed juices on her skirt and locker. With how tight she's squeezing due to the powerful orgasm, you can truthfully say that thrusting in and out of her is more difficult than any homework you've done.

But you'd still choose doing her over your assignments.

"Fuck, b-babe, I came too hard," says Minjeong weakly. "Please slow down. I don't know if I can handle it."

But slowing down is not in your vocabulary because of how addicting her wet sex is. In fact, you only continue with a faster rhythm. Minjeong's hips stutter and knock against her locker as she squirts, effectively spraying girl cum on the floor.

"Oh, but didn't you say you deserved a good pounding?" you ask her. She moans when your lips start to attack her pale neck with rough love bites and sucks. Her powdery cologne is the sweetest scent you've ever smelled. "A good, rough pounding? Why are you asking for mercy now?"

You stress the word with an unusually sharp thrust. Minjeong's legs have started to give up, no longer able to keep her standing. She blushes embarrasedly as she makes a mess with another squirting.

"Please, you're gonna leave a mark!"

And you already have. Purple and red pepper her skin that was once as white as her nickname, the result of your passionate kisses.

You laugh. "Are you really worried about what people might see after you paraded around with no panties? You are such a liar, Minjeongie. A very bad, lying slut."

Anyone would have raised an eyebrow at your choice of words, but for Minjeong, that only makes her wetter. Once the degrading words reach her ears, she cries out lewdly and nods in agreement.

"Yes! Yes, I'm yours, babe," the sobbing Minjeong announces, wiggling her butt even more to keep your dick inside her. "I'm your slut! Please make your slut squirt, use her like a doll!"

Her words contradict her earlier ones, but you're not one to complain. You give her what she wants wholeheartedly, wrecking her hole rapidly until scratches and hand prints have formed on her inner thighs and ass from your unforgiving violations.

Give her more of the slaps and spanks. The pain just feeds her lust; tears form at the ends of her eyes and roll down her red face, but she still moves in harmony with you. And when you try to pull out, she squeezes your engorged tip, a simple action that has escalated you nearer on your path to orgasm.

But it isn't safe to cum inside her; your doubts about the effectiveness of the pill she's taken resurface to mind. You consider cumming inside her despite those worries, but you have a better idea.

You pull out and quickly turn Minjeong around. She weakly leans against her locker, replacing the pleasure from your penetration with quick measured rubs on her clit. The stimulation of her erogenous zone makes her overly sensitive, making her whine and sob, but she maintains her ministrations as the two of you get off to each other.

While her eyes are glued to your cock as you jerk off, you gaze at your girlfriend and think of how hot she looks: hand tucked underneath her skirt to get herself off, the buttons of her blouse and jumper torn apart, and her mouth opening and closing while she tries to stop being so loud. Cumming all over her would be the perfect addition to her outfit.

"You look so pretty like this, Minjeong," you tell her truthfully. Your own breath is interrupted with deep moans, contrasting her pitchy whines. "So fucking needy for me. Let's cum together, okay?"

"Hurry!" Minjeong says, rubbing her clit faster. She could feel her stomach tense and her core tighten around nothing. She could sense her orgasm preparing to attack her. "Please, oppa, I don't know if I can hold it any longer!"

Minjeong's body involuntarily spasms and shakes at the effects of the impending orgasm. It's almost filthy; there's a puddle of her own cum on the floor that can become a pond with how much of a squirter she is.

You mentally count down to both of your orgasms. One, you tighten your fist around your dick, two, you start fucking your own hand, and three—

"Hanghhh!"

Minjeong's deafening scream signals her orgasm. As she sprays the floor with her own cum, you ejaculate on her uniform. White liquid spurts all over her blouse and skirt like a fountain. It ruins her outfit, and makes her look like a used fuckdoll, almost as if you were accompanied by more people in savaging her body.

Minjeong (barely) stands there with shaking legs. Her thighs are wet and so is her uniform, having been rained on with white semen. Her panting face just adds to the masterpiece that is Kim Minjeong, given a long and good pounding by no other man than you.

Though it certainly looks like she has just gotten a bukkake.

"Fuck, let's cut classes today, yeah?" Minjeong suggests. "I can't go to class looking like this."

"Let's do it. But this time, you're the one who has to run after me while you spell 'cumdump'."

Minjeong grins mischievously. "Bring it on."

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DEBUT ft. Kazuha

kazuha x male reader smut

7k words

Lights illuminate the stage.

Your eyes meet.

Kazuha starts to move.

And you swear to yourself, you’ve never seen anything sexier in your life.

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NURSE | CHOI SAN X JENNIE KIM 🔞

warnings: smut! minors dni.

pairings: doctor!san x nurse!jennie

here’s the jennie and san split : here

jennie swayed her body infront of san as he looked at her with pure lust in his eyes, ‘she looked BEAUTIFUL in that nurse outfit’

san thought to himself as he got closer to jennie “you exactly know what you are doing to me, do you?” he asked as jennie giggled “no, i don’t, sir” she said as she implyed a lazy yet seducive tone in the ‘sir’

san smirked as he grabbed her right hand and made her open it, now her palm touching the bulge in san’s pants.

“sannie, is this what you want?” san chuckled and slapped jennie “it is, sir”

“oops, my bad” jennie said as she rubs the hard bulge making san hiss, “stop it and get on the table, now.”

san took a step foward as jennie took a step backwards, the action repeated til jennie’s ass hit san’s office desk.

without giving her a chance to process san begin to sat her on the table ripped her uniform from the top now revealing her boobs, his eyes were full of hunger.

“fuck. jennie kim.” he said as he took her left nipple in his mouth and begin twisting the other one. jennie moaned as she tugged on san’s hair.

“fuck! choi san! i-it hurts!” she moaned out loud as san kept a hand on her mouth ”shh,, you don’t want your cilents to know that you are a whore, do you?”

she nodded ’no’ as san attached his lips on her’s making her pool down there, he bit on her bottom lip as she moaned giving him a chance to put his tongue inside her.

“sir! i want you” she said pushing her heat towards his growing cock, san smirked and unbelted his pants.

“what my whore wants, she gets” he says pushing her underwear to the side as he begins rubbing his dick on her folds as she grabs him by his shoulders

“sir!” she says as san nods “yes baby” he says as he enters her without hesitation making her scream, san covers her mouth.

after a few minutes of thrusting san begins to fasten up as jennie tightens her grip on his shoulders ”fuck! sir! yes!.. fuck me like your bitch! yes i am just a whore for you” she begins degrading herself as san lets her rest on her back

he begins to fasten up even more and rub his clit making jennie go insane, “fuck, your pussy is so fucking warm” san says making jennie blush.

“huh? then cum inside it! make me yours! sir!” she says shamelessly as san finally releases inside her.

jennie smirks as she feels his hot cum spilling all inisde her, as she reached her climax.

“what am i supposed to wear now?” jennie says looking at her now ripped uniform, san smirks.

“nothing, let them see you filled up with my cum.”

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let’s walk where the grass is green

Pairing: Itzy’s Ryujin x Reader feat. NCT’s Jisung Genre: smut, angst, wlw, a little bit of fluff Warnings: mature, strong language, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, use of sex toys (strapons), anus rubbing, lipstick fetish Word Count: 13k

Summary: Maybe it was the Regina George effect. She was a picture of beauty. She was effortlessly cool. She was popular. You had been watching her around campus for some time. You were a freshman in college that just wanted the popular girl to like you. That was it. That would explain all these butterflies in your belly. What else could it be?

A/N: This is a story that I’ve been working on since November. The stories I dwell on never seem to get fully realized in the manner I want them to be. Still, I’ve figured having at least one version of them out in the world helps me. So, here it is.

People tend to get full body awareness in the strangest of moments.

One moment, you thought you were floating everywhere. You were a part of this party, yet you were not. You could hear every single conversation in the room yet you could not. You knew each face around you yet you did not. Everything was clear as day and blending into one all at the same time. All you know is that you were grounded in reality by the red swipe on her full lips. 

You snapped out of it when you saw them move.

“You know, in my experience, this is probably going to go well into midnight,” she spoke.

“Hmm?” 

“Their game. It’ll be a while,” she said and you had a feeling she knew you hadn’t much been listening to her, “Share a bottle with me,” she smiled and suddenly, she leaned over your body to grab beer from behind you and you felt her arm graze your shoulder as if in slow motion. Like time stopped and her scent thickened till it surrounded all of you. She was in your space but you held your breath. You couldn’t breathe her in. 

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hyunjae in LA 🥵

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WITH MY BOSS? | CHOI SAN SMUT

| pairings: boss!san x secretary!yeji (reader) | warnings: smut, dirty language

split p0rn video of san yeji? here

the washroom stall was full of moans as san thursted inside her secetary yeji, he groped his breasts going deeper inside her.

“san! yes! keeping going! don’t stop” yeji moaned as san fasten his speed, fucking her in an animalistic speed now. san put his hands on yeji’s neck, choking her as yeji gasped for air.

“yes, fuck! who is your daddy?” he moans as yeji kept screaming his name! “san! my daddy is san” she moaned as she felt a tight knot in her stomach.

“san! i am gonna cum! gonna cum on your dick!” she moaned louder reaching her climax.

“fuck, yeah? you are gonna cum on my dick? hm? is it making you go insane? like this? fucking your boss just for another promotion for your job?” yeji nodded like a dumb bitch at his words

few more thursts as he put his balls deep inside her and both of them came.

“put this back on before the co workers suspect any thing that just happened.” san said as yeji put back her skirt up, both of them continued their day as if they didn’t do it like bunnies this morning.

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Ryu losing a bet huh? So uuhh you know how itzy mentioned that Ryujin Always Wins™ at games? Right so, imagine you're playing a random game and you've made a silly bet. Of course ryujin, being her cocky self, agrees that if she loses, she has to sub for once.

Turns out she can get quite loud and enjoys the experience a little too much. (thank you anon)

You can elaborate the details if you want 😁

-💪🏻

“shotgun?” you offer the can of beer to your girlfriend, who looks at you like she’s mocking you in her head

“haven’t you had enough tonight?” yet she takes it from your hand, and stands up from the couch she was leaning on.

“are u calling me a lightweight?”

“aren’t you?” ryujin smirks

“i just think you’re scared of losing to me” you watch her poke a hole on the side of her can with her car key, doing the same to yours right after.

“i’m literally not going to lose but sure” she holds the can sideways as she puts her keys away

“if you lose tho, which you will” you start, carefully fixing the hole to your advantage “you’ll sub for me tonight”

she stops herself, when she was about to say something about you being too drunk to fuck tonight, and instead closes her mouth, thinking that the so called punishment doesn’t sound so bad at all

“deal.” so the two of you click open the can with your lips around the holes she poked earlier. it feels like forever and the cold liquid rushing through your throat has you wondering how big is this can.

though it was only eleven-ish seconds when your able to crush the empty can in your hands and slam it on the floor. ryujin barely has any time to act surprised when you somehow manage to lift her over your shoulder to the nearest empty room, and we all know the reason why

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(IC 1101) Gravity - Lia

A/N: Commission! My IC 1101 universe is getting bigger now! This time I'm going back to College Choerry's timeline and try making that period more lively :3 The request let me to choose any girl of the ITZY gang, so ofc I'm going with my best interest :3

Enjoy! It's gonna be longer fic!

A/N 2.0: Holy shit this goes way longer than I expected

A/N 3.0: Busy me grants myself an abrupt ending to this fic. F.

(TW: Bullying mentioned)

(Unedited due to busy life)

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So you're alone in group projects again.

Of course no one would want to team up with you. You're a nobody with nothing special about you―or actually you do, specialized in being an isolated person. People did nothing wrong to you, however, perhaps you were the fault, wronged by being alone ever since you remembered things from elementary school. You spent your elementary school by being a playgroup reject, before burning your middle and high school life as a social outcast.

You're the nerd everybody tags you as. Nobody wants to team up with you in group projects and sports, to the point peers would rather be a trio than fulfilling the groups-of-four requirement. You're always the only guy left, and teachers would always apologize to you. After that they told you to go solo on a group project.

Even those teachers and headmasters gave up on helping you in high school. You are that irredeemable. "Friends" has always been an alien concept to you, and twenty years of solitude is the tranquilizer of your desires deep down. Quite often you wonder what would you feel if you had them, only to have the cold air bring you back to reality.

You don't even bother to find any excuses for your loneliness either―you're born to be the neglected and rejected. Meanwhile college professors should've been ignoring your social abilities, yet for the first time in your Seoul Uni life, you hear an apology from your social studies lecture.

"Sorry for leaving you out, young man. Would you be fine doing the project by yourself?"

Apologies? For what? Because from what you've heard, this lecture wasn't even the end of the trash talk, and apologies feel quite a bit less meaningful when coming from two-faced bitches.

No verbal responses―merely a nod to quickly drive away the attention from yourself. It's only the second month of your freshman year, and yet you're already experiencing the familiar, despite growing the gut feeling after getting rejected by freshman's orientation camp application. It's always been like that―the constant of the universe like that spinning pen between your fingers. All the school projects you've had were done in solo. Nobody wanted to be with you, let alone partnering up with you.

That's never their fault. You're simply unattractive in any aspect. Even that gaming nerd sitting far away has a girlfriend of an adorable cherry, and rumors said they are childhood sweethearts. Again, you've lost from the starting line. You have nothing about you that can earn everybody's attention, while that Choi Yerim leaning on the devil's shoulder―her bright smile dominates the lecture hall lights; the devil acting nonchalant―a tsundere, but he had a warm heart giving his girl his bottle of energy drink. The pair has been the role model of every couple in the university since day one.

Then your eyes roam mindlessly, before landing on a random girl in a wool sweater, surrounded by her friends. Crescent eye smiles visible even behind draping hair, and from a far distance you find her stealing some glances at your direction―not much for you to take account of. It's just gazes of pity that you're tired of.

So apologies are pointless. You don't deserve any sympathy; you don't deserve friends and lovers; you don't deserve to be appreciated. Even the scribbles on your tiny notebook feels more endearing than the spacious hall.

Lean back. Gaze upon the surroundings once more. It's a world that you're never part of, where you find peers either playing Minecraft in class, or clinging onto their other half. You aren't that good-looking or charismatic compared to the guys there, and your attributes won't ever attract girls, enough to become a reason for you to give up. Small project groups have already formed without yourself realizing, and of course, you aren't included in the mix. A quick glimpse to your lecturer gives you an image of him sympathizing with your storyline, yet all you can do is sink into your chair, an awkward look at your notes, then onto those so-called friendships you've never had.

Eyes back on the wool sweater girl again, currently bantering and smiling at her friends, until turning around to deal with projects and schoolwork. Gravity pulls on your heart without mercy, torturous and ill-forgiving, and sharp pang blitzes along your arteries and vessels. Jealousy, as the dictionaries define this sentiment as, lures yourself to imaginations of having friends. You can trade jokes with them; you can share your life with them; you can exchange hobbies with―

You don't have a hobby.

Reality checks you brutally: you don't like reading books, and PUBG never appeals to you. D&Ds are cringe, and you're bad at sports. Netflix and K-POP videos in that random student's laptop dispel you, and you don't even know how to play music. In the same room of college peeps studying the same subject, you have nothing in common with them, and naturally your mere existence repels everyone you've ever met. Heck, they aren't even attracted by your appearance in the first place. The professor strolls around the lecture hall probing every group's progress, stopping by once for a while and listens to feedback with full intent. He visits all islands in Animal Crossing, except yours.

That apology now sounds even faker than it was.

More time it is then, for you to skim through notes for the future chapters. Social Studies this, then Quantitative Analysis that. You're not the person in the third row whose life objective is only GPA. In fact you're not fond of studying either, yet having basically no life means flooding yourself with academics is the only option there. That elite was made to be a willful studying machine, while you simply have no life. The high score in last week's quiz didn't recharge your dead heart at all.

Some scribbles on your paper, then you cross it off―not anything you want to write at all. The pen rolls forward on the table to vent out frustration. "Group" projects aren't the topic running in your mind now. Nothing excites you more than the moment your professor calls the class a day. That dull PowerPoint dissipates within the bathing ceiling lights, before every other person you see closes their laptop. You've already done that two minutes ago, and you're the first one to stand up from your seat, alongside your backpack.

With all the stationeries and notes cleared off from the tables, you get to check out other behaviors around the hall once again, this time without obstacles. It doesn't take long to demotivate your morale though, as you catch Choi Yerim pecking her childhood sweetheart on his face. The guy tries so hard to hide his joy, as if he's holding himself from tickling your jealousy.

Friendships? Something that you don't deserve. You don't even deserve to watch a girl being affectionate over a guy, or that same guy phone-calling his games society mates for a "Call of Cuh-thoo-loo"-something run. It sounds fun, but for not much longer as your brain rushes to leave―you have important things to do for the day.

But what things actually? Other than revising your notes and college work, you have nothing to kill time with. In the end it's just an excuse for your fate. An eye on the wool sweater girl, you find her returning the favor. Two gazes tidally locked for unknown lengths―she has something to ask you probably? Perhaps the first ever social interaction you'll make in college? Maybe your flame of resentment can be quenched in one shot? A million calculations did go through your brain while processing her eyes. The word "magnificent" comes up, followed by "enchanting" and "bewitching." Those compliments have never appeared in your brain for a long while until now, let alone hearing them. Somehow the world stops―a glitch in the universe before you give it a forced reboot.

No. You have nothing to do with her. Ignore the eye contact and head straight out of the door, even if you catch that millisecond of her startled, and trying to stop you―impossible to happen during your lifelong encounters, you take the denial and never look back. The lonely fate has been calling you for the permanent stay.

What can they even ask you for in the first place? You have nothing to offer other than being their plaything. You were the target of every thrown pen and eraser in elementary school, then you were the sandbag of every leg and fist in middle school. You're also a plant for every splashed water bucket, and even two-liter coke bottles.

Looking at your left hand, the burnt scar still haunts you till this day, and for your freshly started college life, you pledge to the skin damage again, that you don't need anyone else's attention.

A social gravity's outcast.

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That guy runs so fast.

That is the first thought emerging in Lia's mind. He could've finished cooking three cups of ramen with that speed, while Lia would spend more than half an hour just slithering out of her bed, but for now she's in the lecture hall surrounded by groupmates, with steps slower than the isolated guy, as one person in her group has described.

"He's been like that in high school." Friend's words that make Lia turn around and look at the exit again. Without a doubt he's long gone. "No one wanted to befriend him. They even refused to group him up in projects."

"So did you help him out?" asks Lia, back at her friend, "You said you were in the same school as him."

The hall lights dim down as more people walk out, and the friend shakes his head, as if the entire room is siding with him. "Huh, imagine helping someone who's been bullied throughout middle and high school."

"Why not?"

"His entire class bullied him, you think one person could help?"

The complete opposite life of what Lia is having. Three years in Canada before returning to Korea did almost no impact to her social circle at all. Your presence was all over her back throughout the entire lecture―full of gloom and cynicism, an ever-imminent fog of Lovecraftian horror that stung her shoulders whenever she flipped her notes. That sensation was amplified tenfold when the professor asked him for the death sentence. Solo run on group projects has never been in Lia's own story arc, when her approachable self automatically draws in friends within one set of dialogue. That's how she met her current friend. He threw in a question, and Lia returned with a whole conversation.

Now she wonders if that can be the same for the isolated person. Is he approachable? Does he have anything common with her? Surely there's no way someone has no hobbies in their life. Her already sluggish steps appear to be even slower, trudging through the invisible mud until she's the only person left in the hall. Her friends have to leave for games and societies, so does this lonely guy have something else to do?

Maybe he likes curling up in his dorm and playing games? And where's his dorm? The more questions she asks herself, the deeper the sun dips down, into the horizon. Maybe that's where the answers lie. The stream of people move twice as fast as Lia's pace, all detouring round her small frame unperturbed as she walks into the main avenue of Seoul U―top college in Korea, a variety of abnormal people. That DnD guy she saw in the lecture, who carries an aura of a tsundere devil, is now making out with the cutest freshman in Dance Club on a wall, and somehow no one has given extra attention to the blatant PDA. Yeji did tell Lia about this lovable Choerry, but never had the Canadian abroad student thought how bubbly, and most importantly, open the sunshine is to her childhood friend. Even the friendly Lia doesn't have a friend as close as that.

Damn, jealousy identified in her heart, but then she thinks about the lonely guy, who seems to have zero friends in his life. No relations at all; two worlds of people, yet one short moment of eye contact can trigger this much thought inside Lia.

The guy must be feeling jealous. Near night time as the college rushes off to enjoy the Friday fiesta, Lia has her hands in the pocket building castles in the air. No activities today at the Music Society, and her closest friend has her Dance Club to manage on. It's a rare scenario, but she is alone now, with nothing to do. Diving into her favorite bed and dozing off might be an option; heading to the canteen in Block B can do as well―it's near 7PM anyway, she has to be there before the populated avenue of passersby do.

Ashen clouds drifting above tear open the cosmic purple void, and several minutes in, stars begin to fall out from the pocket like beads and sand grains littering across Lia's sight. Those bright dots group up to form constellations, and people on the avenue group up to form friends. Unlucky for Lia today, everyone doesn't give a fuck to a friendly girl who just happens to be alone unfortunately. No one would hold the position for her in the canteen queue like Yeji would, as she finds herself in the tail end of the human stream, not even a step indoors. For once yet ironically, her easygoing nerves start dancing on icy surfaces like a figure-skater-wannabe.

It's not even December yet, leaves only start falling from the backgrounding trees, before decaying next to Lia's sneakers. She's not that shy to express her inner loco of hunger with a punt onto those dead leaves―easily the first time unable to enjoy friendship benefits. A brazen curse directed at her club president, with no care about whether the person ahead of the queue can hear those little complaints, Lia's never getting used to being alone.

"Why's the Pres having a date tonight..." Her peeved mutters are absolutely unaware of the fluctuating queue. The stream moves forward as one more customer finishes their order, and Lia the trancing girl snaps the line into two halves without realizing. From that moment the Leviathans are released with empty stomachs. They about the queue; they find the culprit; they start nagging the daydreamer in the night.

And one of them taps on Lia's shoulders.

"Move... please."

The girl turns around, and finds you looming expressionless from behind, fingers that touched her shoulders instantly shrinks back.

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It's the wool sweater girl you saw in the social studies class.

One glance at the girl named Choi Jisu, or more preferably, Lia across the dining table, and your eyes sheepishly retract to your phone. Her tri-colored fabric flashes under tamed ceiling lights, almost too blinding even when it's made out of wool. You dig your spoon into your routine dinner, and silently gobble up a mouthful. It's like high school all over again―you never dared to look at anyone else in the canteen. Bullies and pranksters have been giving you all-time high alerts upon the surroundings, and never had you ever shared a table with anyone else in your life.

Remind yourself that you have nothing people are looking for. A timid glance around you, finding no empty spots left in the canteen―all are studded with hungry lifeforms. Any left out spot created by leavers is instantly conquered by a new customer within two seconds, and the moment you see Lia nonchalantly sitting opposite to you, calculations run through your brain again.

It's just a coincidence, you reassure. There are no other seats left in the canteen you regularly visit, and the seat you like the most is already occupied. The center is way worse than the corners according to your experience―no outdoor view to stare at, and more social interaction you're unwilling to deal with.

You keep staring at that bowl of seaweed soup. That might be the next thing to be poured onto your head.

Meanwhile Lia scrapes her food tray with a metal spoon again―the third time she's done that while staring at you with curiosity (annoyance in your eyes, though). A hoodie that's nothing special; gloomy and timid eyes unable to make eye contact ever again; and unsettled finger movements. You've been refreshing that Reddit page non-stop, doing everything you can just to avoid Lia's possible interaction. It's the devil's lair that you don't want to lurk for any longer.

And that's what you're thinking. Her crescent eyes must be a façade of insult. The girl is superior over you in every other way, you can conclude. She has friends, whom she should've been grouping with at this very second, yet she's alone like you, and apparently she's been used to having someone to talk to during dinner. You have a thousand ways to avoid any chance of initiating a conversation, and one of which is to lower your head at your bowl of rice.

"So you're fine working alone on the assignment?" The inevitable cataclysm strikes down as your metal spoon splits the rice dome in two halves. Unwilling to answer, your first thought is to leave the canteen, ditching the meal and Lia alone, but there's this magical force from this girl, perhaps with her gazes of mystique, softly dominating your already low-esteem. You have no guts to leave.

A stuttered answer from you. "Not... not the first time―" then an alarmed stare at Lia―a warning― "And please don't... don't talk to me anymore." Eating alone and quietly would ensure a far more secure college life in the future. It's only your freshman year, and already you don't want to create any more trouble like in high school. The night somehow becomes deadly muted, and the crowd noises fail to reach your ears. A ruthless manipulator is on the loose, you assume, as Lia takes in another spoon of seaweed soup, eyes still locking onto you. Wrong move might mean three more years of misery.

Eyes on your meal. Eyes on your meal. Your defense mechanism maintains the maximum sense of threat. An undisturbed life is on the verge of shattering. You even start thinking of dropping out of college just to evade harassment, regretting not selecting any university overseas in the first place. Eat quicker; clear off your tray of food as fast as possible. Avoid any eye contact ever again, yet your eyes rebel and give just a tiny, rapid glance at her wool sleeve.

Hand moving slow. Six seconds passed as shown on her wristwatch, Lia only slurps up seaweed soup once―a slow eater, it means she's watching how much of a clown you're making yourself as, waiting for a chance to trample on remnants of your ego.

And she has no signs of stopping either, laying down another landmine for you to step on.

"I heard you aced the social studies quiz."

Not a trap from what you hear, but being highly alerted, you nod your head, still lacking in audible words. One spoonful of food, one antsy finger clutters.

"I know this sounds sudden, but can you help me with my grades? I major in Music and I really need to get through this semester."

Core subjects are a pain, and you deeply understand that. Helping a stranger with her grades, however, your mind strongly repels the idea. Glimpsing your left hand only exacerbates the hatred of human interaction further. Drizzles of rain begin to echo in the canteen, and despite not having an umbrella, you stand up with your unfinished dinner, making one timid attempt on staring into her eyes―she's scanning across your left hand scar.

"You think it's funny watching me being alone, then act pity about it?" you ask.

Apparent confusion on Lia, and you despise that look. The burn feels stronger on your left hand, corroding the dead skin further into sharp bones. Fake compassion; fake sympathy. So many times you've experienced those, and just as you decided to start a new life, this girl decided to ruin your life.

You've had enough, while Lia, still grasping your words, is completely unprepared. Seaweed soup in the air, moonlit orbs blinking as the only satellite amidst the rain. It's your threat. The malicious moon you wish to expel.

"Of course after six years of getting bullied, I'm getting another four years of that from now on."

"What? No―"

"I know I'm a wimp, and I don't deserve any friends, so stop pitying me."

Drizzles become rainstorms, before a crack of thunder slashes the awkward silence between you and Lia. The insecure brain overloads, and erupts in a violent explosion. You're one word away from throwing your bowl at her―you're a lot better than those who only know how to throw fists. The silent fury turns every droplet outdoors into a meteor shower, and one by one they shall smash the girl in front of you without mercy.

Wool sweaters is a façade; crescent eyes are a façade; everyone else in the world is a black hole in façade.

"So don't... don't talk to me anymore." With your unfinished tray of food, you move out of your seat, and disappear from the devil's lair. You don't mind drenching yourself wet in the rain if it means getting away from further potential misery.

You rustle your sleeve, and that burnt scar seems to extend further into your left wrist. Glad Lia didn't take more notice than a simple gaze.

You don't need the secondary damage.

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Someone knocks on your door.

It's the most annoying noise in your solo dorm. You never had anyone visiting your room ever since you moved in. Not even a janitor would bother to tell anything to the most secluded person in the university. Almost you wouldn't even have a chance to live in college dorms, had one person not give up the spot, and coincidentally, that devil was now living in a co-ed dorm with his cherry.

You never know how it feels like to live with somebody. You don't want to know either way, as the worse case scenario might've been partnering up with a bully. That bully could ruin your life 24/7, and pour sizzling oil in your sauce pan all over your skin―people love to pour things on you.

Clearly disturbed, you turn off your hob and look around. It's the most boring room in the dorm for sure. No decorations on your desk; no personal touches to the room that's supposed to be yours, and you look more like a short-term tenant undeserved to take a stay in a hotel. Blankets and bed sheets are folded into neat squares unreasonably tidy as you spend more time minding the unnecessary details. There are no hobbies for you to kill minutes and seconds anyway. Lecture notes and pen lousily scatter across the wooden table, and the laptop has only one browser window, which is the replay of your math class lecture.

Boring. What a boring life you have, not the mention the wallpaper of your laptop is just a default ocean of blue. All those times back in middle school when you could pick your hobby were all burnt away in the alleyway, where punches and kicks and coke bottles landed on you. Now with nothing in your arsenal, you prefer doing nothing at all, and have nothing interfering with your boring life―better than a life full of corrupted relationships.

You won't approach people, and people won't approach you. The invisible wall cuts yourself from everything including gravity. Equilibrium is the ultimate Elysium you've been yearning for.

Until you hear the knock again at your door.

Don't break the perfect balance, your mind insists. Pretend yourself being absent from your dorm and wait till the knocks end. Noon in Seoul becomes your battleground against all levels of threat, and already you can imagine a gang of entertainment-seeking guys trying to make fun of you, especially when you recently found out one of the bullies also made it into the same college as yours.

All electronics off, and the hob as well. Your food remains still as you keep on waiting, just before you hear a voice―very recognizable―outside of your protection barrier.

"I know you're in there!"

It's her. You don't want to respond, despite checking through the door camera to see her eyes glowing, an entire galactic light of sympathy battling against your mental rejection. It's another mask of distaste, you assume again. Fear is written all over your eyes. For how many times you've tried trusting somebody, only to have them making fun of you behind your back?

But again and again, you'll always fall into the trap as you open the door. The magical eyes she has bear the truthful light of apology, which you find the same the moment Lia appears from behind the door.

"Hi!" The first ever outer-space lifeform that visits your sanctum. Instant regret of breaking your unspoken commandment. Closing the door and shutting her off is an option―you don't want to exchange even a single word with Lia, and you give up asking how she knows your room number.

"I asked your high school schoolmate for your name, and I asked the reception for your room number! Turns out we're just three floors apart!"

Well, the answer is fulfilled before the question is asked. The wormhole connected two worlds has opened, and your mysterious gravity towards the portal aka door frame will not end upon her "friendly" aura.

You added that double quotation mark yourself. Her smile seems more honest the more milliseconds you spend staring at them. Six years of miserable school life tether onto your back and limbs like a marionette. Remind yourself how you got tricked and pranked throughout those days, and remember how you got your left hand scar.

An extra moment of dead silence in thin air also gives Lia more time to search for details on your personal features: a try-hard on fashion, only to end up with a lousy hoodie and a pair of sleep shorts. Slouching doesn't help with your appearance either, emitting this aura of repellant as your iron wall of defense. Awkwardness looms apparent, as she notices your fidgety fingers―twisting the wooden spoon in various ways, intimidated by her own existence.

You are intimidated. Having someone impeding your territory after strenuous efforts of building it becomes your taboo. The panicked brain you own still tries to start up a conversation.

"I told you not to talk to me anymore..."

"But you haven't answered my question yet." Lia blinks her eyes, "I really want your help on my grades." From your wooden spoon to the saucepan that has been idle for minutes. Your eyes follow as well, before realizing the food is getting cold. Damn the girl that interrupts your lunch and destroys your peaceful land with a knock on the door. Ignoring her plea you shuffle towards your hob, a leeway to avoid eye contact as Lia still stands by your door frame, slightly bummed out.

"Please? I really wanna stay alive in my first semester... and didn't you ace on the first quiz?"

You freeze a bit, before unloading your sauce pan to a bowl.

"Go find someone else, then. I'm not the person you should be looking for."

"But I wanna be your friend too!"

Another pause. You've never heard of this phrase before.

"Now that I know where you live, I can keep coming down every day and ask you the same question." Determined voice line as you listen. It might be a nightmare for you, but it might be a gamble as well. The statement somehow awakens the guards in the iron wall, and they are drawn towards the smiley girl via gravity. With your food, you turn around and face her again, before noticing something leaning next to her leg.

And Lia glances down―an even larger smile on her face, glowing up your entire gloomy room.

"We can play Switch after you help uhh... tutoring me?"

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"Hey!"

"Hi."

Awkward greetings. Lia still finds your eyes evasive, preferring summer skylines than the Canadian returner herself.

Several more days before exams have been igniting her nerves. Yes she did get help from you in every assignment, and for your first time, she included you into her group of friends for other projects. It was fortunate that they accepted you, and slowly sunshine started to fill your room, with energetic vibes and smiles.

That doesn't omit the fact you're not that of a sociable character.

"Wanna come with me after lunch?" Lia's outfit is no less than shaggy―messy bun almost reverts back to her classic ponytail, while dark circles make a best match with her gray pajamas. You're the actual exotica of the morning dorm, tidied and groomed compared to the girl who always has a hard time getting off the bed.

Yet Lia's vibrant tone resides. She can't wait to see you in the morning.

"We're gonna go karting at three, and I feel like you should come along as well!"

Instant response from you― "No thanks―" and without delay her brightness dies down a bit, finally fitting to the early morning vibes every sleep enthusiast should have. Somehow you've singlehandedly destroyed the morning sunlight with merely two words, unintentionally.

You have a heart, still. Watching her sulky expression won't make your day better either. She has added an extra variable to your monotonous routine, enough to make you add in another explanation.

"I... I don't know about karting, Lia."

"That's the point! None of us have karted before!" Pouty eyes complaining about your rejection as Lia insists, "I don't wanna leave my friend alone, you know?"

Yes, she's looking at you, slowly melting your defenses. She's the one who actually reached out to you, and did not pour soda on you afterwards. Summer seems to be recharging the daylight ambience, and a layer of white and yellow light starts laminating your always-colorless desk―that hasn't been the case before Lia first barged into your life.

You're her friend, you silently repeat the phrase. More thoughts would've popped up if Lia hadn't redrawn your attention once again, from her baggy sleep pants.

"Please? It's gonna be fun!"

The sun slowly crawls up to its apex. That is also when you hear another voice, audibly more lively and adorable, echoing down the corridor. Soon enough her silhouette appears from a door as well―not just her, but also her boyfriend it seems. The devil and his cherry.

"Quicker oppaaaaaa we're gonna miss the time!"

"Bruh Choerry we still got two hours!" Devil's words sharpened into icicles, but those eyes? Completely drowned in his girlfriend's bubbly charm, either he fails to hide it, or he doesn't even bother to. The cherry bolts past Lia's back, as both you and your "friend" watch them disappearing in the elevator.

Five second freeze, then Lia turns back to you, expectation and hope fill her crescent eyes, waiting for a positive outcome. Those same eyes have also melted a hole in your walls.

"So... so we have six hours left... right Lia?"

Bright smile; and a responsive nod compared to your glitched sentence. Her glow-up smile has already got what you mean.

"Jealous?"

"W-What do you mean?"

"Those two going out and having fun together," Lia proposes, "Don't you wanna have fun like that too?"

You don't want to let your friend down, your very first friend, but more importantly, you don't want to lose your closest friend. Lia will become the only visitor allowed into your room; into your frozen heart, and maybe turn your permafrost winter into equatorial summer.

"I..." First time stutters for your socializing debut, "I'd like to go k-karting with you."

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Autumn vespertine has one of the dullest night skies out of all four seasons. No significantly bright stars; no attractive objects that you can lay your eyes on. Certainly no one likes to bare their eyes against the chilly breezes running across Seoul alleys and avenues, either shutting their eyes and wrapping themselves in thin jackets, or curling up at home enjoying some personal life.

Look around—TV and beds and a small table in front of you, with cooked dishes packing tightly together within this tiny space. Not a stranger's habit to you, especially after spending years and months eating lunch and dinner alone. Your introverted self couldn't afford drowning yourself within a crowd of people potentially creating trouble for you.

Hundreds and thousands of solo dinner streaks get broken tonight however, as you find Lia munching her bowl of bibimbap, under the warm amber glow—an island of galaxy adrift in night time Seoul. The table of food is the center of gravity source, bounding your legs crossed, and your fingers tight onto your bowls.

It's not dead silence to you ever again, other than faint background breezes outside the windows. Lyrics are added to your chorus; her words and conversations fill the dorm. Fried rice with seaweed in your mouth somehow tastes better than before despite the unchanged recipe. The aroma marinates your brain, emitting dopamine throughout every second in front of Lia.

You had no hobbies, and you had no life, yet she's still curious about you, just as much as you are the other way round. She's been the one who builds connections between you and others, dragging you out of your solo black hole, and turns out not everyone loves to make fun of you for their entertainment. All of the sudden you're not alone anymore. You have someone to team up for group projects, and you have someone to hang out with every single day.

Land your focus back onto Lia for now. Shoulder-length hair appears messy, yet retaining its softness even after an afternoon of karting, and instead of having dinner in a food court or anywhere outdoors, she finds your home-made food better than all other options. You aren't Gordon Ramsay, not even a chef working in any restaurant outdoors, why would she decide to walk back to your dorm and eat your stuff?

Brain is in denial. Maybe she just doesn't want to pay. A mouthful of dinner would reassure that, while Lia beams yet another smile at you. She has replaced the moonlight in the dark, and that's who she is―an outgoing person with many friends. Confidence is her armor, and her friendly gaze is the weapon. Words aren't even required for her to express how much she likes your homemade brewery.

"So you've never had a relationship before?" And when she actually wields words, another dent is created in your iron-walled bastion. "I never thought you didn't have any hobbies until we met."

"You're… the first friend I've ever had," you reply, still too awkward to admit; too shy to acknowledge that thumbs-up from Lia, apparently complimenting your food―one of the very first you heard. A bite onto the fried rice, you're still struggling to believe that soundless statement.

No way she loves your food, just like there's no way she sees you as a friend.

But Lia is here, on a seat cushion, nonchalantly scraping her bowl for your mediocre meal rather than enjoying Michelin stars or Uber Eats. Always, the world is cruel, creating challenges just like how every pastor tells his miserable confessor. Everything displayed in front of your eyes would never happen before your freshman life, and your mind resists the change strongly.

Glance at your left hand, now holding your bowl. "They used to drag me into the school storage during after-school clubbing time and bully me. When they developed hobbies and interests, I developed scars and bruises."

"Is that how you got that scar?"

"Hmm?"

"The one on your left hand."

A carefree dinner spiraling down to a silent black hole within an instant. The hustling city afar mutes itself as well, and the dorm sets up an invisible sound barrier it seems―even the noisy room of the Devil and his cherry isn't making any signs of fun and tussles. 

"Sorry for asking." Lia mutters; seems to be regretting asking the question.

"No point in apologizing. You didn't do anything."

"I still feel sorry, tho. For what you experienced." Grabbing her own glass of coke as Lia gives herself a gulp, she still tries to make you feel better. "I can never stand watching somebody being lonely after all of that… That's why I befriended you."

Fizzy carbonated drink burns in your mouth before you swallow it in. You know she's been curious about your burnt scar―she's just curious about everything about you, whether it means learning about your bruise on your back; checking out your past injury on your ankle; listening to rambles about how teachers turned their backs at you. She's your friend, and months of companionship slowly unlocks your psychological gate via alcohol. The connection between you and Lia had never been so strong way back then.

Maybe that's how friends work. Friends like Lia would loom over the small table and hold onto your left hand, eyes filled with sympathy.

She sees you as a friend.

"You still haven't told me how you got this." That burnt patch of scar Lia means. It's like angels versus demons as you put both of your hands together and compare. Ruined―that's the first word Lia can think of in her head. That left hand was visibly charred―the aftermath of the bloodshed warfare, with the reddened mark being the lake of blood of the dead. You've been having difficulty exerting strength with that hand, as Lia remembers, the damage must have involved the deeper nerves as well.

"I didn't feel like it."

Lia looks up; you look up, and gravity bounds your gazes in this tight space over the table. You remain meek and reserved, with a tendency to retreat into your antisocial turtle shell while Lia slightly pouts. Those moonlight arches you can see, go back and forth from the scarred hand to your fidgety brain―she seems to be staring through your skull with laser beams.

Yet those rays heal. They have been welding your shattered heart together since March. Without realizing, you went from a smileless cynic to this very moment. Neon lights on skyscrapers shine brighter than ever, rivaling the stars and the moon. They never did that on a lonely, isolated you, until Lia brings the splendor to the segregated dorm room. The sin of the bullies chaining on you should be released, now that someone has barged into your colorless world.

"But this must've hurt, no?" Lia asks.

Yet another period of silence ensues. You bite onto your lip, clearly hesitant on the following words. The moon is on your side―Lia is on your side. She's willing to eat your dinner instead of hanging out with other friends.

"Someone back in high school was forced to group up with me for a chemistry assignment, and he poured acid onto my hand as a protest."

"Holy shit…" Your first time listening to Lia swearing. The sky would have darkened along with Lia's gloom had the stars not glittered above, but in close distance you can still notice her sadness and anger brewing. Evade. You turn away by instinct. You aren't used to having anyone other than medics taking care of your acid burn.

That abhorrent splash must have corroded vessels in your heart, as well as happy hormones in your brain as well.

"What happened afterwards?"

No cadence in tone; no visible emotions. You said you didn't feel like opening up, yet the moment you unlock the secret safe feels way different than your expectations.

"He got expelled, and the school put a stop to bullying, but I still spent the rest of my school life alone."

Yes, you know you shouldn't be this calm, wear a neutral face and spell your past like it's your ordinary autobiography. No, you've never expected someone pulling you into a hug.

Over the small, round dining table; beneath the stars; under strong tensions of gravity; amidst the deeper nights of Seoul, seconds and seconds pass by before you feel her warmth invading your body. Heartbeat slows down the pace of the metropolis, as you two might have become the only stationary pair across the entire Earth.

Your body tries to resist, but your brain quickly aborts the attempt. She feels warm; she is warm—as your friend, also the first ever person to visit your room. Perhaps she'll be the only one.

"I wish I could've met you earlier…" whispers Lia. Your social skills aren't sufficient enough to identify emotions without facial expressions. How is she feeling? What is she even doing? "Hugging" means squeezing (someone) tightly in one's arms, typically to express affection, as you rustily harness Google. One search engine, however, wouldn't be able to tell how you should react to her actions. A bowl in one hand, spoon in the other, where should you be putting those? And where should you be placing your hands?

At least your glass of coke is safe on the table as you hear Lia again.

"So trust me. I'll be your best-est friend, and I won't hurt you."

Truest words you can hear. You dip down your head, and out of control a chuckle slips out of your lips. The first time you realize you're smiling, something you've never done before meeting her. The moon lures your grin out of the walls, and its crescent eyes slowly change you. Your heart gravitates slightly stronger towards her—she's a friend you're lucky enough to have.

"Th… Thanks." Well-mannered hands pushing Lia's shoulders away, vivacity revisits the Korean city as people hop onto transports after finishing dinner, and that leaves you and Lia, with plates and bowls yet to be cleared up. Probably the slowest group of eaters in the dorm, you figure, catching this bubbly voice of Choi Yerim. Her boyfriend casually tags along with his chill, before you hear what clearly is the sound of kisses.

And it's not just you who catches the intimacy a wall apart.

"Yerimie and her devil, right?" Lia eyes at you, before quickly diverting gaze into somewhere else, her soft drink being the innocent victim. "They're such a perfect couple…"

A snicker from you, already accepting defeat— "Whatever, I know I won't ever get a chance to date someone anyway."

"Why? You're not a bad guy tho?" Almost in an instant Lia refutes, her unhurried limbs suddenly receiving a nitro boost. You've never seen her moving around the small table this quickly, just to sit next to you on the floor. Outdoor lights also react quick enough, casting magical shades around the music major with shoulder-length hair. You still have a lot more to learn in terms of socializing, because you have zero idea about why she's pushing her eyebrows together. Frowning? Getting mad at you?

"W… What are you doing?" Panic and confusion is a great pair wreaking havoc in your mind, and it only gets stronger as Lia stares into your eyes, then your lips. Shoulders subtly bumping; her breath caressing your face. You almost thought the soda in her glass was actually alcohol.

What is she doing? What should be done? What is happening?

Two more seconds of still silence, then Lia ruffles your hair and beams a grin. "I'm pretty sure someone out there likes you!"

Resist. "Y- You have to be kidding me—"

"No I'm not?" she further asserts, "You're actually a decent guy! And you make good food as well! She's gonna find you so cute!"

And you run out of words to strike back already. The kisses next door persist throughout this awkward silence number two. Ambiguous dorm lamps flicker, while Lia, who somehow realizes what she's been doing, conceals her confidence and buries into her unfinished bowl. None of you bother to make any sound, not even switching on the TV just to cover up affections from the devil and his cherry.

From friends to a couple. Maybe that's too idealistic, you ponder. No way someone will like you, especially when you aren't that special. You aren't someone that has ten layers of charisma and charms, like that devil. Gravity has always been binding him and his childhood friend together, even though he seems to be denying it.

Last gulp of coke into your stomach. Yeah, you aren't dating material.

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Near the end of the academic year already, as Lia recounts the moments she has spent with you since March.

It's December now, and her grades were already saved back in July. Without those core subjects nagging on the back of her head, Lia should've had no business left with this introverted engineering major. Like every person you met in the past, Lia knew she could've ditched the outcast alone and trailed off to nowhere.

But Lia knows she isn't that kind of a person, and in a dorm surrounded by powdered snowfall, she's sharing the same bed with you playing Nintendo Switch. As snowflakes pile up the avenue to the campus, she's decorating your island in Animal Crossing.

A glance at her screen, then a quick eye on you. There you are curling up into a ball under the covers fishing with your in-game character. Still the loner, timid guy who never catches social cues, or sometimes being an overthinker, but rewind the time back to when she first asked for tutoring, you wouldn't even dare to share the same side of the wall with her.

Two people give more warmth beneath the blankets than just one, chillier air forces Lia to snuggle closer to you, bumping your shoulders into each other. Snow and breezes don't discriminate, and spending years living in Canada didn't really forge her a cold-resistant body either. A brutal reminder on the glass pane as snowflakes keep knocking on, Lia shouldn't really be huddling that close to you, even with the excuse of the lack of heated air in December.

Not like she doesn't want to be close to you, however. All four limbs remain cold, yet her cheeks are tinted in a faint blush of pink, exceptionally brighter under the contrast of desk lamp and snowy night.

"It's near midnight, Lia." Less stutters, more brilliance from your growing confidence, "don't you need to go back?"

A quick glimpse onto you. "To my room?" she asks, before giving out her answer in nonchalance. "Doesn't really matter, you know? We're only two floors away!"

Not that nonchalant in her mind, though. Lia has a lot of words and thoughts about you.

You're not that loner who got boycotted for doing anything wrong; you aren't that cold and distant person who repels human interaction anymore; you aren't anywhere close to being talentless and unattractive either. In fact, she's been liking you ever since she first laid her eye on you. You are the one that bears a mystical aura around yourself; you are the black hole that draws her in via gravity.

She first approached you out of pure compassion, then she undermined the cards you don't even realize you're having. All the unintentional gameplays you've ever done, from you cooking extra dinner for her to save money, to you hard-carrying Lia in a project you don't even study in, it's a miracle that you have yet to know you give Lia more than she does.

She showed you one card of friendliness, and you responded with more cards. You've been doing everything to keep Lia by your side, and Lia sees your fear of losing her.

"Two floors away, so you should go back and sleep." The card you don't own, however, is confidence. The fact Lia will never leave you has yet to come across your unsettled mind. "You love sleeping, no? My bed isn't that comfy, and you have your music show practice tomorrow morning, no?"

"You know the mattresses are all the same in the building, right?"

"Sleeping with me won't be comfy."

"Give yourself some confidence, okay?" Lia turns around, kneeling as if she's begging your morale to come out of nowhere, "Maybe you should try sleeping with me tonight."

You quickly reject, "No, friends shouldn't sleep on the same bed."

"Slumber parties are a thing, you know? Yerim-ie and her devil have been doing that every day!"

"They are a couple."

A frustrated sigh, then an adorable puff from Lia before dropping back onto the mattress, leaning sideways on the headrest.

"So will you sleep with me if we are more than friends?"

"No way we'll be more than friends. I doubt anyone likes me enough."

Lia's next reply would be muted and hidden, far from what her poised self would usually do. "But I like you tho…" The snow has been blotting out all deities' light in the sky―sunlight or moonlight, whatever that shapeshifts her upwards-curving lips into a neutral, unreadable one. It doesn't matter regardless as your focus fixates on Animal Crossing. Nintendo Switch has been hooking you up ever since Lia persuaded you to buy one, now imagine you're also hooked up to Lia herself.

"Oh look, I got the fish you want." Instead you have no imagination at all. All you care about is just the way your fish goes into your bundle, leaving Lia staring at you just aside.

"So don't you wanna know how it feels to have somebody liking you?"

Innuendos possibly? You simply miss them and return with a modest reply, "I don't think growing a liking on me is even possible at the start."

Lia bites her own lip as you continue, no attention paid on her reaction.

"Don't joke with me, Lia, you know it's not true. It's bullshit, I―"

Lia shuts you up with her lips, words getting locked within a pocket of vacuum in your mouth. Human voices exiled from the room, replaced by the neverending snowflakes slamming on the window. Rare view for the inorganic snowfall as well, to see a friendly Lia deepening her kiss―a courageous adventurer jaywalking your oral avenue.

Fervent flames fueling her brain, she wants to throw her asteroid into the black hole, but you're the white hole instead. Negative gravity expels; your hand repels, with a strong push that forcibly detaches the kiss.

"Get out, Lia." You're visibly panicked, fuming and displeased, "I can't believe you've done this."

"I―" Lia won't be finishing her sentence before you hammer down an order.

"I said get out!" Raising your volume for the first time at Lia, who expectedly gets stunned. "Is this what you actually want by becoming friends with me? Like after all those months trying to get close to me, just to make me look silly?"

"Let me explain―"

"I don't wanna listen to someone who's a two-faced b―"

"I like you!"

"No- no way," you begin to stutter of course, unable to process the declaration, "I.. I'm the last guy everyone will like―"

"I still like you! Don't you understand?" And Lia cuts you off for once, determined moonlight glitters in her eyes. "I like the last guy everyone would like, because I've been hanging out with him since I met him, and I like who he actually is."

"But…" The more you argue, the less ground you have against the girl. She doesn't look intimidating at all unlike the bullies, yet the blood moon in her eyes is not fading away―the same one you witnessed whenever she dedicated herself into her own music career. Thick piles of snow outdoors shall bury every other word you intend to say.

Red hue has already shifted from Lia's eyes to her cheeks, her words being the only thing that maintains her fluttering integrity. She clearly doesn't want to leave your room, no way after planting a singularity point on your lips, which she finds intoxicating already within five seconds.

"Doesn't matter if everyone else doesn't like you, idiot," she pouts, "if nobody likes you, I'll be the first one to."

Then gravity attracts. The fundamental force of the universe draws her lips an inch closer. Then another inch, and another inch. Your breath is no longer brushing on her face anymore―you simply stop breathing in front of the closest moonlit arches ever. A subtle smile wreaks out from Lia, and without animals crossing in Animal Crossing, snowflake batters cast the warm aura around your very first friend.

She's beautiful. You've never told yourself until today about how her shoulder-length hair always looks so soft. Her strawberry shampoo has been the scent that infiltrates your originally dead dorm. Closer up, brown veils sweeping up small cosmic storms amidst a potential blizzard, and atomic scales should be used right now to measure the gap left between your lips.

A moment of pause, before Lia caresses your face. She already knows what's coming. Blame timezones that happen to put Seoul under near midnight hours―every second in that interval fuels up the long-dormant blaze in her body.

"Don't worry, okay?" Her tone sounds even softer than usual, "I'll make you feel comfortable."

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Another lock onto your lips. This time you discover more details about Lia that you might not have known before this first contact: her body is warm as she straddles onto your thighs, peachy lips gently guiding you through the newly-discovered dimension with a tug on your tongue. Turns out cannons and ballistas aren't needed in order to break down your mental ramparts―her silky fingers run through your hair, and soon enough you feel every ounce of blood rushing to your brain, a full circle downwards, to your crotch.

That's Lia's plan to make you comfortable, you assume. Her roaming hands around your back also give you a signal. Go there, venture along her skin and make yourself relaxed, leaning against the bed rest. One of her hands joins your expedition late, and as your tour guide in space, two round, densely packed planets are your first hotspot.

"Wanna touch these?" Lia mutters between kisses―an invitation that she automatically assumes your answer as a "yes." Meanwhile you're utterly in a mess. Culture shock; lifelong shocks; emotional shocks, whatever shock that occured, is occurring, or will occur dunk onto you all at once. Her fingers are already bringing yours to her mounds, where she squeezes one planet with her left hand, while the other planet is up to your grabs.

Timid self isn't moving. What a loser, but Lia never condemns like you do to yourself. Detaching the kiss, she simply places your hand onto her chest as a positive reinforcement. Your fingers feel numb thanks to nervousness, but as what every enslaved man would do, they twitch, and they grope onto the flesh, eliciting a moan from Lia.

You've heard Lia singing numerous times, in karaokes or in the recording studio of the campus. Not once had she failed to paint your void with her own vocal color. Sultry; sweet; husky. You can always relate a word to every verse she sings except for today. Having never heard of her lustful whimpers before, you literally feel electricity alive. It zips, and it blitzes full circles around your magnetic cucumber.

Fucked up vocabulary. You lose your courteous self as well. Lia is a lot more capable than you consider, no matter how highly you rate her.

"Mm-mm... soft, right?" A tone more familiar to you―the one when she introduced you to her friends. By now you watch your iron-walled defense slowly disintegrating, and there is no artistic expression for you to describe her clothed volumes―her turtleneck shirt accentuates her lethalness. You did notice the outfit when you opened the door for her, but sadly you had zero imagination about what's beneath.

Seems like her confession has flicked the switch of your world of fantasy, inside your brutally realistic life. Lia is an arts person indeed, and she also proves her interest in fashion as she sheds off her shirt. Three; two; one, and godly curves presented right in front of your eyes. Bra simply gives up hiding her perky tits anyway, before Lia reaches to her back this time. Slick movements to let you hear a clip, and the next moment has you watching her only top dropping out of your sight.

"Do you like it?"

How can you even talk when you are practically stunned? Your muscles remain honest and nod your head; your eyes glue to her moon-glazed orbs, then her modest planets, then her midriff and surprisingly wide hips, wrapped up by tight jeans with a hint of a pair of lace underwear in black, still sensitive enough to feel your metal hardening.

You feel that too, against her humidifying core. This is really your first time sensing your vigorous blood flow. Lia has unlocked every cubicle in your prison, as lust takes charge as her accomplice.

"Don't be afraid of stripping me, babe." That affix ignites the explosives in your dungeon, "I can already feel your big cock…"

"Fuck..." Your first verbal response, clearly not enough to encapsulate such gorgeousness as Lia unbuttons her jeans and sends it onto the window. The time she spent taking off her tight fabric has been deleted by your brain so rapidly, that you don't realize her panties are gone too, until she cutely pinches her flesh around the slit.

"My pussy wants to say hi to you..." Rare shy moments tinted to her growing confidence, proportional to the pool of slick she's making on your thighs. "It's already so horny…"

"It's beautiful…" You had no means to declare that aloud, yet her pristine slit is just that magical. Lia sits on your knees and folds up her legs, revealing those pair of pink folds visibly swollen, twitching for your tented weapon. Your surge to take off your sleep pants is humongous.

Lia can't wait anymore. A pull on your pants and boxers, and your cock springs out to her sight.

"Now I want this inside me."

Gravity turns up to eleven. It erects your dick hard; and it magnetizes Lia's fingers around itself. Warm weather outdoors makes her fingertips cold, and having the first foreign object touching your throbbing head repels air from your lungs, through the vocal cords before you let out a groan―exactly what Lia wants to see, judging from her cheeky grin. You can tell she wants more than that, and you have no idea what happens next, especially when you're a virgin.

Primal instincts of humans, however, break out from your prison under Lia's aid. The word "more" rushes out of your chest, only to get stuck in your throat. It is Lia again who sucks it out with a deeper kiss. Sweet lips taste good, good enough to ooze precum out of your shaft.

One step closer for Lia to complete her plan. "Want more?"

In the heat of the moment, ironically amidst a snowstorm, you let the primordial demons control you. "Yes… yes, Lia…"

You want it. You desperately want your shaft inside of Lia's drooling wetness, to the point your burnt left hand starts to twitch sensitively. How? It shouldn't feel that much after the acid burn. Did she literally resurrect the nerves?

Another moment to verify your question as Lia hovers over your upright tether, her hand slowly intertwining your scarred hand. Your heart delves into a snowstorm for sure, also messing with your mind. First time chaos for your brain, which had been torn to pieces in high school. Her smile stitches them back together, and her silky hands reignites your senses. You feel more and more of her touch, just as much as your chest heaves. Only the ribcage is preventing your heart from escaping due to gravity.

Gravity. Gravity. Gravity. Gravity drops Lia's hips onto your tip―a black hole devouring your past misery. You are not alone anymore, instead you have the girl who genuinely wants to be with you in the closest proximity; who wraps your torso, as well as your cock, with a warm embrace.

It overloads your senses.

Wow.

What is this?

Tender, glassy flesh softly, yet tightly encompassing your first-timer. Not steady, a bit twitchy and sensitive, as shown from Lia now biting her lip, still unable to stop her sultry moans leaking. You're already looking into her eyes. They glow brighter than the invisible moonlight, converting snow into glass powder or confetti reflecting all the lights of joy and euphoria in the room. Eventually she reaches the hilt, and her hips freezes right there as you both lock gazes to each other.

"Did it hurt?"

You choke out of pleasure and answer, "It-It's fine, Lia…"

Three words relax her pelvis as she starts bouncing on your shaft. Sloppy noises and leaking juice aren't really something your sensitive cock head can endure much on, but Lia gives you drive to hold on. She holds your left hand tighter, and each circle she draws has her moans trailing behind, vocally reviving your burnt cells. You need to stay longer, for her. She's been trying to up your mood. No wonder she always knocks on your door and says hi in the morning.

A stronger grind from Lia immediately throws your head backwards. "Ffffuck…" And more dirty memories about her emerge to the surface. Not just her wide shoulders, but also her thigh gap whenever she wears tight pants, carving out the mouth-watering cleft and creases your dick is penetrated in. You don't deserve her, or maybe you're actually a very lucky person. Lia somehow finds her way to get into your life, and grows feelings on you.

She grows excitement; she grows fiery explosions on your nerves; she grows trust between you two. Lia stops bouncing on your dick, and instead grinds back and forth on your hips―higher pitched whines―she needs to take a better view of you, and she has found the perfect spot to do so.

"Shit… oh shit…" In Lia's own eyes it is full of lust and love, her walls hugging your shaft tighter, and the core within both of you burns in vigorous doses. "L…Lia's not making it…"

If she's not making it, there's no way for a virgin like you to make it either. That same ball of fire evolves in your core, before it spreads through your hips, then gathering at your hilt, where her pussy zealously squeezes on. A countdown timer suddenly sets off in your brain.

You panic. You don't want to impregnate her. That's what you learned in solo sex education, before noticing Lia slowing down her pace. Only one push away from a climax drop, she leans in and kisses your lips, both your chest heaving for the inevitable while Lia softly drops the bomb.

"I'm safe, babe. Cum in me."

An extra jump on your dick, and a blast of heatwave overwhelms your head.

From start to finish it only took no more than three minutes, yet you feel more than a thousand words and ten days have flown by when you sense a long gush from your dick. Laser beams strew across Lia's tight and wet passage, before she also reacts with a strong orgasm. Pearly white fluids slowly overflow her pulsating madness and dribble onto your crotch and bed sheets. Clearly one shot isn't enough to subside your high, so three more fires into the depths, and the heat steams your brain alive in a lovestruck sauna. Enjoy her lovable response to your cum, including a prolonged, hitched yelp, and physical representation of an electric shock traveling around her body. Warm heat of the semen-lubricant mixture drowns your undying cock, then they drown you as well, in a room surrounded by falling snow.

"Feels… F-feels so warm in me…" Words show she's still in the boner-fueled haze, not anything that stops her from tracing to your lips and passionately kissing you. The orgasm also gives you courage with unknown origins somehow, fervently responding to her affection. You don't need an electrical furnace to warm up the room anymore―she gives you warmth in the cold-blooded world.

She has gravitated towards you since day one, and now you're bound to her by gravity.

A long while for your dick to succumb upon gravity as well and goes limp, falling out of her filled hole. Head feels heavy; or light; or whatever that clouds your post-orgasmic vision, yet you can still catch streaming stars made out of mixed juices, pulping out of Lia's twitching pussy.

Now the post-nut clarity hits you hard. "S-Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Why?" Softer reply from Lia, "Told you I'm safe."

"But―"

"Trust me."

And Lia nuzzles into your shoulders. Little do you know about the brightest smile the girl has ever had―it would've been the perfect replacement of the legitimate moon, which got barricaded by the snowing clouds. Unlucky for snow enthusiasts, however. They have no chance to go outside amidst the growing storm, and with the patch of liquid snow on bed, you truly are the lucky guy. Snow and sex―you've gotten both within minutes.

"You won't be alone anymore…" She moves away, and shines her crescent gazes at you. Powdered snow no longer makes crunchy noises on the window, instead they all pile up in your head. No wonder you can't think of anything but one word as Lia beams a smile―enchanting―the same smile she has been making for the past months. The moonlight straddling your lap is clearly in love with you, which to be fair, still remains hard for you to grasp upon.

You slowly spell your thoughts out. "I haven't been alone since you said hi to me."

"You shouldn't be," says Lia, "I know my guy doesn't deserve to be isolated."

No one in kindergarten wanted to play with you; nobody in elementary school would like to befriend you; nobody in middle and high school bothered to save you from targeted hate. You tried to avoid that in college, and despite that people still gravitate towards you, Lia bears not a single bit of malice.

Right, she also revived your left hand, currently entangled with her firm fingers. A tiny brush from her thumb galvanizes your nerves, and clearly her resolve doesn't end there when she lurches forward, and pecks your forehead. Tighter hug from Lia as well, you can feel. Another inch gravity has tugged your heart closer towards hers.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Once again she asks with an adorable smile, expecting an answer from you, "Now that we're more than friends…"

"Sleep with me everyday, Lia."

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NURSE ft. Yeji

yeji x male reader smut

6k words

“God, you’re so hot!”

“You too, babe”

“No, I mean you have a fever, dummy.”

“A fever for your loving.”

“You do know you’re going to have to stay in bed all day?”

“I bet I am.”

“You’re an idiot.”

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REUNION ft. Ryujin

ryujin x male reader smut

7k words

You’ve always been weak for girls with pretty eyes, but Ryujin’s eyes, illuminated by the embers of your cigarette, both absorbing and intensifying the light of the fire, hypnotises you. Her gaze remains on you through her inhale; sharp and curious, as if you were just an interesting book she’d pulled off her shelf.

The moment ends painfully soon, and she steps back, cigarette well lit, a cloud of smoke the only thing separating the two of you.

It’s the most intimate you’ve been with a girl in months.

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Jealousy, Jealousy -l.Mark

Pairings: Boyfriend! Mark x fem reader

Warnings: Jealousy, dirty talks, mark gets horny when he’s mad, dom! Mark, moaning, teasing, orgasms, hair pulling, language, fluff, mark always is a fluff.

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Your boyfriend, Mark, doesn’t like it when his friends tease him about you and Jaehyun talking to each other. Knowing that Jaehyun is your NCT bias, Mark is always jealous of him. And when he’s jealous, he gets horny.

It’s been a year since you started dating Mark. You’ve been there for him through everything. You love him. You know he loves you and there’s not a day that goes by he doesn’t tell you he loves you.

Your brother, Doyoung brings you over sometimes to their dance practices or just to hang out. That’s how you met Mark.

Doyoung was against it at first but he know it’s his protective side coming out. But then he found out it was Mark he eventually let the two of you date.

It was Halloween time, you and Mark decide to go as Wanda and Vision. That one Halloween episode.

This year’s Halloween party they’re doing it at a club. Not those stripper types of club, the sophisticated ones for expensive company dinner.

“You look great, stop worrying” Mark stops you from fixing your outfit.

“I’m trying to, they better appreciate my costume, it took me a whole month to get it together” You hiss. Mark pulls you into his arm.

“You’re so cute,” he said. You wrap your arms around his torso. “I love you” you smile.

Mark leans in for a kiss. The two of you pull away and enter the venue. You look around to see if you can tell who’s who. Mark laughs as he looks at his friend’s costumes.

“You guys would go as a couple of costumes” Donghyuck who dressed as a vampire with blood running down his lips.

“Hey, at least we didn’t go basic like you” You deadpanned. Mark laughs. Donghyuck lifts his hands to punch you, you did the same.

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Unspoken Joy: Part 3

Bae Joo-hyun (Irene Red Velvet), Yoo Ji-min (Karina Aespa X M! Reader

4.6K Words

Tag: Smut, Fingering, Taboo, Incest Sex, Threesome, Cumming

Part 1

Part 2

PRESENT TIME

You and your step sister, Ji-min, continued the unspoken joy game pleasurably. The new touching rule we added got bolder as we got more comfortable with each other. At the start, we would only touch each other lightly, but it increased gradually. Ji-min would now squeeze your ass, play with your balls, and stroke your cock, which you would get up for her enthusiastically. In return, you would fondle her breasts, pinch her nipples, and graze her slit, all while drawing soft moaning sounds from her. Also, your stepmom, Joo-hyun, was naked every couple of days, on top of your step sister's daily viewing, which made you horny all the time.

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FLASHBACK

During this time, Joo-hyun completely embraced our naked out-of-the-shower routine and took it even further than we had. She would take a shower and then stay naked after, usually just in her room but sometimes around the house too. You overheard your father mention it to her one day. It was late, and you're guessing she had just gotten out of the shower. You went downstairs for a drink of water and couldn't help but overhear your parents talking, their bedroom door open.

"Babe, do you want something to drink from the kitchen? I'll go get some water," your stepmom asked your father.

"No thanks, honey," you heard your father answer. "But aren't you going to put something on?" he asked.

"No, I'm just going to the kitchen for a sec," she answered.

"But what if one of the kids comes down?" Your father continued.

"So they'll see me naked," she answered, "Who cares?"

You tried to look like you hadn’t been eavesdropping and walked to the kitchen after hearing your stepmom's footsteps. When you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted by a glimpse of her sensual tight ass while she was pouring herself water. She turned around when she heard you step into the kitchen and smiled her usual smile at you, not saying a word and giving you a great sight of her lovely breasts and pussy, her golden bush a bit more wild than the previous time you saw her naked. You took a glass, poured yourself some water and drank in silence, stealing glances at her incredible naked body before putting the glass in the sink and climbing back upstairs without saying a word.

You kept on seeing her naked every couple of days. Sometimes just glimpses, like of her going into the laundry room and then quickly back to her room, and sometimes she would walk around, organising the kitchen or bringing up laundry, enjoying the naked freedom and not caring if you or Ji-min saw her. Maybe she even enjoyed it when we saw her, showing off her spectacular nude body.

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PRESENT TIME

You did the most extreme thing you'd ever done after seeing Joo-hyun wash the dishes in the kitchen naked a few times previously. You held out your middle finger as Ji-min walked out of the shower, waiting for her daily gift, and as she approached you, you carefully slid it into her warm, tight pussy, fingering her as she let out a low, pleasure-filled, close-eyed groan before barely making it into her room.

With the sensation of her warm pussy and its smell still radiating from your finger, you quickly entered the bathroom, undressed, and let the warm water cascade over you. Your cock was rock hard and you masturbated to the recent image, sniffing her scent with your free hand. You came fast and hard. After that, you continued to stand in the hot water, attempting to calm yourself after what you had just done to her. The shower started turning cold. You turned it off and dried yourself, thoughts of Ji-min still running around your mind.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you heard footsteps ascending the stairs. For a brief while, you spotted your stepmom carrying a stack of clean sheets that appeared to block her vision of you. She climbed to the top of the stairs and stuffed them into a hallway closet. She suddenly became aware of your presence. We were both completely naked, just as we were on the day we were born.

You locked your gaze on her. The majority of your cock was limp. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, her tits were as stunning as ever, and her pussy was freshly shaved with a well-trimmed strip of hair. It's most likely a surprise for your father, who returns from a week-and-a-half conference tomorrow. Joo-hyun returned your stare, focusing on your dick as it expanded to its full length from her bare body's view. She switched her gaze between your eyes and your cock, as if she was surprised that her body could harden your cock. This was too much for you, and you had a nervous breakdown. You grasped her shoulders and waist and slammed her against the wall.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" She said, alarmed, but without showing any physical resistance. While keeping your left hand on her shoulder, you carefully moved your right hand from her waist to her thigh, touching and caressing her delicate skin. Then, carefully glide your hand up her thigh and begin stroking her pussy with your palm.

"No Y/N, don't, you can't," she said when you started rubbing her pussy, but still she did not resist even a little.

"Ooohh oooohhhh, God," she groaned as you shoved your middle finger into her cheek. Before you pushed it back in, you slowly took your finger out, feeling her moisture on it. She entirely succumbed to you, only quiet sighs and sounds of enjoyment coming from her mouth as you lustfully finger-fucked her.

"Ooohhh Ji-min!, Aaahhh," she shouted out between groans, unable to contain the second. You looked to your left, where Joo-hyun was looking, and stopped fingering her. Suddenly, your step sister appeared at the door to her room, standing in her normal spot. She was naked and caressing her pussy with her hand as she stood there watching us. Joo-hyun began to squirm, staring at her daughter with an uncomfortable expression on her face and attempting to pull your finger out of her. In a few fast steps, your step sister had closed the distance between us and was standing inches away from you and your stepmom. She gently removed your hand from her mother's shoulder and guided it towards her pussy with both hands, without saying anything.

You instantly understood her intention, and just as Joo-hyun managed to pull your finger out of her, you simultaneously entered your fingers into both pussies, raising cock hardening mother - daughter moans. Ji-min's pussy was very wet, so you pushed her back against the wall, just like her mother. As their groans grew louder, you slipped a second finger inside each, thus pleasing them with both middle and index fingers. You gave each of them a final deep thrust with your fingers before slowly pulling them out, the two women floating back to earth, their sexual juices soaking your fingertips.

"Come on," Ji-min said as she regained her composure. She dragged you and your stepmom through her room by the arm. As ee walked inside Ji-min's room, both of them staring eagerly at your erect cock, the sight and feel of their bodies just encouraging it to get harder.

"Lay down," Joo-hyun said for the first time in a while. You immediately responded by flopping down on the queen-size bed, grabbing one of the large pillows and placing it behind your back, your cock pointing up at both of them.

On both sides of you, the girls sat down, and Joo-hyun took command first. She took your dick in her hand and began gently caressing it. She drew her face closer to it after a few strokes and softly inserted the tip of your cock into her mouth. She licked the tip of your shaft warmly and then took her hand away, slowly putting more of your shaft into her mouth until it was more than halfway in. She began bobbing her head up and down, pulling your cock almost all the way out and then pushing it back in, each time sliding on her warm tongue almost to her throat. You let out a soft gasp as she brilliantly sucked your cock. She grasped the base of your cock and pulled her lips off a few more times, making a huge suction sound. Then, she offered your cock to Ji-min by tilting it towards her.

As Ji-min began sucking on your cock in her mouth, your stepmom gladly held it for her. She wasn't quite as skilled as her mother, but she made up for it with eagerness, trying to take in more with each blow until the tip of your cock touched the back of her mouth. Unfortunately, that was too much for her, and she gaggingly backed away quickly, breathing hard. Joo-hyun's expression was filled with sympathy as she took her daughter's place by sucking your dick. You could feel your orgasm rising after only a few more blows from her.

"I'm gonna cum" you called out. Your stepmother was well-versed in the situation. She landed two more rapid blows on your cock before removing it and seeking something else besides her. She grabbed your cock by the full length and began stroking it in circular twisting motions.

"This is what you want to do when they cum," she informed your step-sister, holding her daughter's black bra in her other hand. She continued stroking you while wrapping one of the bra's cups around your cock. As she stroked you, you let out a long, loud moan as the orgasm hit you, releasing your load into the cup of your step sister's bra. The whole situation seemed to interest Ji-min. You moaned loudly in response to the strokes, delight pouring through your veins till the orgasm passed.

"She can also take the guy's cum in her mouth and swallow it," you joked after cumming was over.

"Don't listen to him," Joo-hyun told Ji-min, as she stroked your drained cock with a few more harsh strokes. She tossed your step sister's bra on the floor after wiping your cock with the other cup. Your cock was now completely limp. You sat up on the bed between them, observed Ji-min's hand caressing her pussy, and stood up.

"I believe it is now my turn," you murmured as you looked down at them. "Sit next to each other and lay down." They didn't say anything as they moved around on the bed and got comfortable. Their womanly mounds rose and fell in time with their breathing, and they were both laying on their backs, lust in their eyes. As they lay next to each other on the bed, they gently spread their legs, revealing their lovely pussies. You knelt in front of them on the floor and grabbed them both with your hands. You began touching the tops of their pussies, trying to decide who would be the first to taste it. Your left hand was still caressing your stepmom pussy as you moved your head to between Ji-min's knees, viewing her pussy from only inches away and smelling her seductive scent.

Ji-min let out a long moan as your tongue made contact with her pussy lips. You ran the tip of your tongue along her slit all the way up and gently touched her clit, causing her to let out another pleasure-filled moan. Because you couldn't concentrate on rubbing your stepmom while working on your step sister, you removed your hand from hers. You caressed Ji-min's smooth thighs all the way up till you reached the outer folds of her pussy with your hands on her legs. She was extremely sensitive to your touch, groaning repeatedly as you stroked, licked, and caressed her. You spread her pussy apart with your thumbs, inserting your tongue further while keeping your palms on her smooth white thighs. As she released another groan, you pulled your tongue out of her cunt and raised your head from between her legs to look up. Her face was lit up with a sexually seductive expression.

Joo-hyun was staring at us, obviously fascinated by the whole thing, and she was rubbing herself in the same place you were. You moved from Ji-min's legs to Joo-hyun's. She took her hand away from herself, lustfully awaiting you to eat her pussy. You caressed her petite thighs. You inhaled her feminine scent before dipping your tongue into her vagina and tasting her for the first time. She inhaled deeply, causing you to gaze up at her while she kept a close eye on you, your tongue examining her private parts in the process. Her pussy was wet, but not nearly as much as her daughter's. You licked her pussy lips apart and inserted your tongue deep within her, brushing her slit and licking her clit with the tip of your tongue in circular motions. While you were licking her, she gave out a few small grunts. You tried to discover her most erogenous point by sticking your tongue deeper and finally licking and sucking where her clit was, which, predictably, gave out the loudest moans.

You returned to your step sister's after thoroughly caring for your stepmom's vagina. You raised your head and shifted it between her legs. Before re-entering her, you kissed her silky thighs and the outer folds of her pussy. Ji-min let out a high-pitched moan as your tongue touched her and began snaking around within her feminine part, exploring the interior once more. You moved your hand up her body till you found her boobs and began fondling them, feeling the smooth flesh of her breasts and running your finger over them.

"Aaaahhhh, Oppa!" She groaned loudly as your fingers blindly found her nipple, rugged and rock hard. You continued to lick and suck her pussy in response to her rising groans, fondling her other breast now and looking for her erect nipple. Her breathing became harder, her moans and screams became more audible, and you could see she was on the edge of a climax. You ran your tongue over her slit while looking for her clit. When you discovered it, you gave her a few gentle licks all over before forcing your tongue on her to finish her off.

"Yes! AHHH! "she yelled out as the orgasm hit her with force. Her ferocious orgasm had finally faded, and she lay gasping on the bed, her entire body helpless. Your cock had returned to being hard by this point.

"I'll be right back," you said to your stepmom and your step sister as you got up on your feet and left the room. You dashed into your room, unlocked the drawer under your bed, and extracted a wooden box. You hurried back to Ji-min's room with two condoms in your hand after opening the box and hoping to use both. When you entered the room, you noticed that both ladies had taken their seats on the bed. Ji-min appeared to be recovering, but she was still breathing heavily. As you entered the room, they both turned to face you, and you showed them the condoms in your palm, explaining why you left. Before turning her attention to her daughter, Joo-hyun gave you an approving nod, proud of you for thinking about safety.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked suddenly of Ji-min. Your step sister's lower lip was bitten, and she blushed slightly. She had a terrified expression on her face and remained silent. She made eye contact with you first, before turning to look at her mother and shaking her head to indicate she wasn't. Your stepmom was taken aback but said nothing. You placed one condom on the desk next to the bed and signalled Joo-hyun to come. She recognised your signal and moved to the bed's edge, laying back down and spreading her legs. You ripped open the condom and rolled it over your fully erect cock, feeling both ladies' gazes on it. You grabbed her by the waist and dragged her closer to the bed's edge, her pussy directly in front of your dick.

"Are you sure you want this?" While glancing at your stepmom, you inquired.

"Fuck me Y/N" She responded with a smile. You could tell she was obsessed with you. With the tip of your cock, you rubbed a tease of her pussy a few times before positioning it just below her shaved landing strip. You pushed it in slowly until the full length of your condom-wrapped cock was deep inside her, and she stayed completely silent the entire time. You, on the other hand, let out a sensational moan. It felt incredible to slide into Joo-hyun. Her pussy swallowing your cock deeper and deeper while pressing in around it. You came to a halt when your cock was fully immersed in her cunt, savouring the sensation. You carefully pulled it out and slammed your cock all the way in, causing her to moan loudly as you had hoped. You started fucking her professionally now, sliding your cock almost all the way out and then pushing it back in rapidly, letting her feel the entire length of it with each stroke. Her moans only grew louder as you continued to penetrate her. You were enjoying fucking her while she lay on her back, looking down at you. Your cock disappeared inside her cunt's entrance. You could see her breasts bounce forward and back with each thrust of your dick within her, and you could hear her moaned with pleasure. While you were fucking her, you reached down and began gently fondling her tits.

Meanwhile, Ji-min had calmed down and was lustfully watching you fuck her mother. She slid down on her bed and was now in the same posture as her mother, indicating that she was fully prepared for you. You slowed down the fucking of your stepmom till to a complete stop and backed away. Before doing anything with your cock, you bent down and licked momentarily on both of her stiff nipples, something you'd been wanting to do for weeks. Ji-min let out a little groan and a giggle. When it came to her nipples, she was apparently ticklish.

"Are you sure about this Jiminie?" You asked your younger step sister. She glanced across at her mother, who said nothing, before returning her gaze to you and nodding. You slid your cock, still in a condom, into her vaginal opening and pushed it in slowly. She let out a moan as the tip of your cock entered. Her pussy was drenched in her juices, making it easy for your cock to slide in. You slowly inserted your cock deeper into her, becoming familiar with her tight cunt as she became comfortable with your big cock. You came to a halt and allowed her pussy to adjust to the presence of your cock. You carefully pulled it out after a few seconds, both of you and Ji-min moaning. You repeated the action twice more, inserting your cock and then slowly pulling back, hushed moans escaping our lips until only the tip of your cock remained inside her. After that, you could feel her pussy becoming used to your dick, so you rapidly plunged your dick into her tight pussy for the fourth time. The sensation was incredible.

"AAAAHHHHH" Ji-min screamed out in pain at your quick plunge into her pussy.

"Y/N stop, pull out" You got a scream from Joo-hyun. You responded, startled, and totally removed your cock from your step sister's pussy.

"Are you okay baby?" She asked first, her face concerned. She reached over and began caressing her daughter's pussy with her hand. "Yeah, Jiminie are you fine?" You asked shortly after, "I'm really sorry".

"I'm fine." Ji-min responded, a little shaken, "I don't want you to stop since it was so enjoyable. Just don't shove everything in until I'm ready. That was painful. "

"You got it, Jiminie," you said gladly. You return your attention to her pussy.

"Wait!" Joo-hyun said, "I have a better idea. Y/N lay down on the bed. " You had no idea what she had planned for you, but you followed her instructions and lay flat on your back on the bed between your stepmom and step sister. Your dick is pointing up.

"Now honey, sit on top of your brother's cock." Joo-Hyun said, "This way you control how fast he is fucking you." Ji-min seemed to enjoy the idea as well, particularly the part about her deciding how fast we fucked. She stood up and climbed onto the bed. She then took a step forward, towering over you, and slowly lowered herself to face you. As she lowered herself on your stiff cock all the way down, she looked you in the eyes. You kept out a resounding groan. She managed to lift herself off your cock, only to lower herself one more time. She raised and lowered herself a few more times from your shaft, her tight, lovely pussy swallowing and clamping around your dick each time. She began to speed up the pace, until her pussy and your cock were comfortable enough with each other for her to begin quickly bouncing up and down on your cock. She was bouncing wildly on your cock now, causing her beautiful tits to jiggle and bounce in all directions, feeling the full length of your cock glide into her with each insertion till she reached climax. The tightness of her pussy gripping your cock every time it entered her was incredible.

"Ooohhh fuck" Ji-min announced "I'm cumming!". You held her by the waist with both hands, knees on the mattress, pussy over your cock, and then shoved your cock into her from underneath. When she climaxed, you quickly rammed your cock into her. Even though she gave out a loud, high-pitched squeal, you still fucked her. She then proceeded with a series of moans and groans that ended with her body shaking violently. Your dick was still inside her at the time, and her entire body trembled with the joy of a female orgasm. Her body gave out on her at the top of her climax, and she couldn't keep herself up any longer, so you were supporting her by the waist. You slowly lowered her onto your lap and pressed her bare body against mine, pressing her head against your chest and letting the last of her climax pass while she let out little sobs of utter pleasure. You turned her over to her back, slowly pulled your cock out of her, and climbed to your feet after the last of her climax went out. You moved your focus to your stepmom, who was frantically fingering herself after seeing the climax of her baby girl. She smiled sexily when she observed that your cock was still erect.

"Come on, honey," your stepmother beckoned, "come fuck mommy." Your stepmom walked around the bed, kneeling in front of her sexually drained daughter, her firm ass inviting you to fuck her doggy style. You approached her from behind, grabbing her lovely behind and squeezing and kissing it. You dropped down on your knees behind her on the bed and positioned yourself for penetration.

"You can go ahead and take the condom off," she said, to your delight, "you don't need it with me." You enjoyed the air on your stiff dick as you peeled the rubber off. Then, you adjusted yourself behind her, both hands on her waist, anticipating seeing her bare back and matted hair, as well as your step sister, who was watching you as you entered your bare cock into her mother's. As the full length of your cock penetrated Joo-hyun, she let out a moan and arched her back. As your cock made direct contact with the walls of her pussy for the first time, you let out a loud groan. At the sound of another moan, you pulled your cock almost all the way out, then reinserted it. Slapping sounds echoed in the room as you fucked her rhythmically, each thrust generating another slap as our bodies touched and you slammed against her ass. You were fucking her so hard, trying to get her to cum and prepare for the climax.

"Oh God! Y/N! Don't stop! " Joo-hyun screamed out after a series of loud moans.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Keep going! "she said, as she was finally overtaken by an orgasm. As the pleasure reached her, she let out a yell and her entire body spasmed. As you held on to her and continued to fuck her during the climax, you could feel her pussy clamping down on your cock. Her hands gave out on her as the intensity of her climax grew, and she gently fell into her daughter's lap. The most beautiful thing happened as the last waves of her orgasm rushed through her. She was laying her head on her daughter's lap when she suddenly drew her tongue out and began licking her own daughter's pussy. Ji-min, including you, was absolutely taken aback by this. Your stepmom was still buried in your step sister's pussy when you let out a loud moan and said, "I'm about to cum." You fucked her as quickly as you could, using every ounce of strength you had left as the climax hit you full force. You fired your full into your stepmom and causing you to gasp with delight. You continued cumming within her with all your might while pumping her cunt. When you climaxed, she stopped sucking Ji-min, had another tiny orgasm of her own, and screamed hoarsely with the last of her strength.

It finally came to a halt, and you collapsed onto the bed, clutching your stepmom. We were all drenched in sweat as we laid on the bed. Ji-min and you were on both sides of Joo-hyun, who was in the middle. We were all quiet, lying there weary from the sexual adventure we'd just gone through. When you fell asleep, Joo-hyun had her back to you while she was looking at her daughter.

You awoke a few hours later, staring out the window at the first rays of morning. The light was still on in the room, two sleeping ladies were still on the bed next to you, and there was a heavy musk of female pussy in the air. You stood up to turn off the light and gazed at them just before pressing the switch. They were both stunning as they slept there naked.

You eventually got back into bed after turning off the light. You lay there for a few moments, reflecting on the unique sexual experience you had just had, fucking both your smoking stepmom and your lovely step sister. You pinched your arm a little to make sure they were genuine, to make sure you weren't dreaming, but they were as real as it gets. You knew things would get a lot more interesting around the house from now on.

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Not Another Dumb Blonde

Tags: Shy sex, Mild Exhibitionism, Soft Domination, Some Fluff, Facial

“It’s too short!” 

“Sweetheart, it’s not too short. Heh, it’s a nice view actually” 

“You’re. Not. Helping!” Ningning huffs, flustered, uncoiling her arm from around yours as she hikes up the rough pavement. Commercial buildings around you bathe in lazy afternoon light, the sound of joyous laughter and excited chatter emanating from the open doors of restaurants and stores enjoying the start of an undoubtedly energetic friday night. You followed behind your girlfriend, chuckling, as you watched her struggle up the pavement in her black heels. 

Black. That’s the theme for today. A black leather one piece, a black necklace laced with silver, and a pair of matching shiny black heels adorn Ningning’s body. She is usually a lot more modest, often wearing blouses, jeans, sundresses, anything to fit her innocent Chinese girl aesthetic. You stifle a laugh, remembering earlier in the afternoon when you picked her up, standing in front of her apartment doorway, greeted by the exact opposite of innocence, it was… shocking, to say the least, and sexy, to say a bit more. 

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Chamber x Fem!Reader

NSFW oneshot

1.8k words

You and Chamber have never had the best synergy and Brimstone decides he wants to fix that by pairing you two up as team bonding partners. In an ego battle, Chamber decides to put you in your place. 

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Can you give us Jen when she actually fired because Jaehyun caught teaching her Hannie calling her mommy, and also Jaehyun caught her multiple times when she talking bad about his wifey?

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genre: fluff and angst for jen again.

warnings: jen gets fired.

before reading! i know some of you guys are gonna ask if this is the end of my jen the babysitter series and no. it’s not the end. i love writing for jen the babysitter so do not think this is the end because there will be more posts of jen the babysitter and there will be more opportunities for you guys to request for jen the babysitter.

jaehyun had a ten minute break from his meeting online so, he decided to get up and use a bathroom— possibly find you for a quick quickie.

jaehyun begins to roll his white long sleeves up as he stalks out his office. he passes hannies playroom and takes a slight peek in to see jen playing with hannie. he grins softly until hearing what jen had commanded. jaehyun took two steps back and took another peep in the crack.

“..hannie, look at me,” she holds the baby up and follows as the baby tilts its head around. “now say, mama.” jen cooed only for hannie to fuss.

“no no, be a good girl and call me, mama.” jen frowns in an upset way as hannie jumps around. “i think you need a nap, hm, sweet girl?” jen lifts themselves off the ground and turns to see jaehyun.

“oh, my— mr jeong, you scared me.” she gasps, clutching the baby to her chest.

jaehyun clears his throat, slightly kicking the door open. “sorry, jen. i was just, looking for mrs jeong.” he presses his lips into a thin line. “oh, she’s in the laundry room right now.” jaehyun nods and leaves to go find you.

the basement is where he finds you. folding clothes over the machines while dancing to some music that played on your speaker.

“— should i call first? i cant deny— ahh!” you scream after turning around and seeing jaehyun leaning against the door frame just admiring you. “asshole!” you say flapping the folded towel— which caused it to unfold.

“such a cutie.” he squeals while running up to you and swooping you into his arms. “put me down, asshole! i’m mad at you— you scared me!” he sits you on the dryer which was shaking slightly frantically.

“ooohhh— get me off t—this.” jaehyun pushes your hips down more. the vibration sending pleasure onto your clit. “aww,” he mewls in a teasing way. “but isn’t this fun?” you whine, pushing at his hands and attempting to slide off.

“not happening, gorgeous.” he smirks, softly chuckling at your squirming figure.

“look, i have,” he looks down at his watch and then back up at you. “about six minutes to make you cum. let’s spend it wisely.” he pushes your upper body up and yanks on your shorts.

your body shakes and jerks forward when jaehyun slips his two slender fingers into your pussy. a moan is earned from you as the shaking vibration and his fingers moving inside you causes a painful pleasure.

“let’s talk, yeah?” he asks with his fingers buried inside you. you nod which he tuts at. “say yes, baby.” you mewl, tossing your head back. “y—yes!” you grunt out, attempting to hold your legs open.

“good girl,” he says, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “god— asshole.” you whimper, arms wobbling.

“i seriously think we need to fire jen.” you groan. the mention of another womens name in bed just brought discomfort. “jae, i r—really don’t wanna t—talk about another women while w—we’re, we’re doing th—this.” you shake out.

“no, baby. listen. we need to fire her.” you sigh, scrunching up your face. “w—why?” you question, closing your legs on jaehyuns arms. “she was telling hannie to call her mama.”

you lift your eyes up to him quickly. “she what—?!” you couldn’t even finish your sentence until your orgasm interrupted you.

“f—fuck,” you shivered, moaning desperately and attempting to control your shaking legs. “god,” you gasp, grabbing jaehyuns arm and digging your nails into his arm.

jaehyun grins, pulling his fingers out and splitting them to see your strings of cum. jaehyun holds his eye contact with you as he plops his fingers in his mouth with a groan. your sweet juice taking over his tastebuds.

you let out a shaky breath. “s—she’s fired.” you huff out. “yes, she is.” he licks his fingers clean before placing a passionate kiss on your lips. “i’ve got about thirty seconds to get back to my meeting so, i love you and we’ll fire jen later.” he says before pressing another kiss on your lips and leaving.

all that ran through your mind was what jaehyun had told you.

“she was telling hannie to call her mama.”

you slammed the blade onto the zucchini causing it to collapse into two. “mrs jeong, are you alright?” jen places a hand on your shoulder making you jump.

“jen,” you heave, placing the knife down on the cutting board. “mrs jeong, is something on your mind?” you suck your cheeks in.

“jen,” you turn around. “you’re fired.”

“what?!”

hannie giggles from the dining room as she kicks her feet around and flings her sippy cup off her tray. “bye bye,” you hear hannie say with a giggle following.

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\ō͡≡o˞̶ Obsession. | n.jm | 18+.

synopsis; na jaemin is a racer who has an obsession of race cars. but these days he picked up on a new obsession. that being you.

warnings; public, jaemin is a softie, y/n enjoys the thrill of almost being caught, praising!!, lots of kissing, hair pulling, grinding, biting, stripping clothes off. ft racer! haechan at the end😼

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jaemin always enjoyed car racing. he loves the way the wind feels when you go really fast with the vehicle, he loves the way the steering wheel turns on his command, and he loves the sound of the tires screeching when he has to make a quick rough turn to win the race. however these days he picked up on another obsession other than car racing.

jaemin would be pressed on the seat inside the race car, feeling the sensation of sinking into every fabric that stimulated all his five senses. the touch of your body on top of him, fitting perfectly on top. your hands roaming his neck, down his chest and the lower abdomen, ultimately driving him crazy.

Most importantly you dressed so nice to see his car race today, wanting to impress and feel beautiful so he can see you after he wins due to his amazing skills. Your scent immediately filled his nose, he was addicted to your perfume smell, y/n knew that well.

the sight of your loving face was his favourite. the taste of your chapped lipstick that was his quick split weakness in the moment because the flavour was peach, and you knew how much he liked the taste of it.

jaemin pulls back from your needy makeout that left you feeling hot and bothered, jaemin starting to feel the effects of you. he was aroused just by the straightforwardness you were doing today. usually, he was the one initiating anything really. you are shy whenever it comes to this but today, it was different. It was almost as if Y/n as not seen jaemin in so long.

“wait, are we really going to fuck here? in the race car?” jaemin asked you, earning himself a nod from you. you breathe out a sigh. “yes, i can’t wait anymore.” jaemin rubs down your waist thinking aloud. “but i only have thirty minutes until the race starts… and what if someone sees us baby?”

y/n would groan, plopping down the head on jaemin’s shoulder breathing in his musky perfume. jaemin ghostly smiles, but then felt your chest pressed onto him and your lips sneakily kissing up and down the white and black fancy blouse shirt he is wearing. he looked so good, always does and always will in your eyes honestly speaking.

jaemin let’s out a groan from y/n’s actions. “y/n..did you really miss me that much?” he taunts sweetly, feeling his fingers stroke your hair from behind. he felt a small nod as you sneak hands on his chest. resting against the warmth of his body. “mhmm..a lot, it’s been six weeks jaemin.”

he then understood why you were so much more clingy. you were touch starved, love starved and all of the above. jaemin and you weren’t seeing each other for six weeks because jaemin was on race camp training, where he couldn’t meet up with anyone due to busy schedules. y/n and him were able to only text and phone each other.

he awes at your cuteness whenever you miss him. he swore he did not want to give in, but he did. as usual, he always will give in if it’s you. and only you.

jaemin sighs grabbing your face with two hands pulling you to face him. jaemin then immediately kisses you, with passion. this time his emotions were clear, y/n found out what he meant by this when his hands creeps behind the white summer-like dress that shown off the perfect curves you have, thighs, shoulders and right amount of cleavage out.

you moan out when your body shivers against the cold air, no longer having the dress on your upper body only, exposing the white lace bra and bare back with shoulders, y/n nibbling on the bottom lip, deepening the kiss, his lips let out a groan right after.

“gosh you’re enjoying this so much. not so innocent after all, baby.” jaemin left out a breathy laugh and so did you, giggling in response. y/n strips the expensive blouse off, exposing his abs and chest out. jaemin licks down the neck and collarbone area marking you with kisses until above your chest area.

your lips parted ways and you clenched your thighs around his body that fit nicely with the racing car seat. jaemin grops your thighs, then your ass. he made it a mission to feel every inch of you before he plans to take you in him.

“oh my gosh..” y/n whimpers when you see jaemin pull down your hair in a gentle ponytail with his hand, so you can feel the power of his lips on your sensitive boobs.

“we don’t have much time darling, so i’ll be quick” he said and you nodded. jaemin would shift around to undress his lower half of the body,

but then a knock on the window caught you both off guard.

y/n shouts in shock covering her chest as a boy with racer helmet and jacket looks inside the window with a raised eyebrow. jaemin slightly groans but wraps arms around y/n exposed body, and forcefully makes you lay on his chest. your chest pressed against his bare one, keeping you covered from his friends eyes.

“what the fuck hyuck.” jaemin rolls down the window and haechan would shake his head at them both. he spoke in a disbelief tone that always pissed you off. “can’t you just fuck after the race?”

“Lee Haechan go away!” y/n would shout but not face him that way due to the embarrassment you felt.

“fine your royal highness. get ready jaemin we are about to start” Hyuck puts his hands up in surrender, sarcasm in the tone was noted as he walks away from the scene. jaemin rolls the car window up and softly laughs when seeing the redness of your cheeks.

“goddamn lee Haechan” you mumble pulling up the sleeve dress and fixing the hair. jaemin caresses your cheeks with a soft smile.

“don’t worry, i’ll finish the race and then return to my obsession. you.”

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[ruruness]

in his pants ☆ part two

ningning x yangyang

warnings: cum eating, vaginal sex, oral ( f&m receiving ) , nipple play? Tittie sucking , unsafe sex ( no use of condom, ningning is on birth control ), blow jobs , hand jobs, bff chenle, bye they're basically all hidden queers, Ningning embraces the title slut, gamer boy chenle, there's wholesome relationships hidden underneath the sex I promise, they r idols bcus that's just how it is idk man, Winter best roommate!!, 00 line aespa + mark 4lifers, mentioned threesome, casual relationships, pet names, excessive use of "pretty" and "angel", slut shaming, bathroom sex, semi public sex (I mean the door could've been opened at any time)

smut , fluff

ayo the switch in this part is so random they just go from laughing to fucking in a bathroom.

Ningning left Jisung's room with one glance back at Chenle, who had taken to making the room look as normal as possible. Then, she found herself being tackled into a hug from Yangyang who noticed her as she tried to get Renjun's attention.

So, here she was, in the middle of a conversation with disgustingly handsome young men, with Yangyang's arms wrapped around her body. She felt..almost hot inside. She knew she was wet again, when she rubbed her thighs together as she moved her position. Yangyang's hand brushing her arm every now and then, tickling her skin, set fire inside her. 

And it was embarrassing, the fact that Chenle just gotten her off and she wanted to go again.

"Hol' up," Mark doubled back and narrowed his eyes at Ningning. "You and Chenle are friends?"

Ningning sat up a little straighter at the attention on her, no longer slouching into Yangyang. "Yes."

"..Nothing more, right?"

Ningning laughed at the suggestion. "Please, we all know Chenle has the hugest crush on Zhao Liying." 

Mark grinned at the mention of the actor. "Alright..just wouldn't want you two getting in trouble..for doing anything."

"Shut up, Mark," Jungwoo said. "Are you guys fooling around?" he gave Ningning excited eyes. She blinked. "You know what that is, right? Like, fucking. Having sex? Mutual masturbation? Pegging? Rimming? Pussy eating? Blowjobs? Handjobs? Finger sucking? Nipple sucking? It's gotta be something, because I can't even stand watching Chenle play video games for-"

Johnny smacked Jungwoo on the leg, trying to hold back a grin. "Don't scare the poor girl. I'm sure she hasn't heard much about that."

"No, I have," Ningning assured them, "I just prefer to do it with people that aren't my best friend's."

"Ah, a woman of taste."

Jisung scoffed at Jeno's words. "She's literally younger than me and you still call me a baby. The math isn't mathing."

"Shut up, maknae," Jaemin hushed him. "Ningning, I really like your outfit. That skirt is super cute."

Ningning looked down at the fabric. It had rolled up slightly, so she pulled it down while readjusting her position. It was a beige corduroy mini skirt with extra pockets. "Thank you."

Yangyang cooed at her quietly, hands tickling her sides lightly. "My favorite China line SM idol besides myself~"

"I'm deadass offended," Ten scoffed. "Don't come to my room later looking for cuddles, Yangyang."

When Ningning made eye contact with Jisung, he nodded his head slightly. Shit, maybe Jisung does know? So Ningning cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows mouthing, "You know?" Jisung brow furrowed in confusion. 

"What we were doing," Ningning said quietly. It was enough for Jisung to catch from across the room, but not enough for others to fully understand while being immersed in Ten and Yangyang's squabble.

Jisung nodded with a small smile, looking almost amused.

When Yangyang surged forward to smack Ten on the arm, Ningning, who was still wrapped in a hug from him, went halfway forward with him. She had to put her hand on his shoulder and thigh to stabalize herself, and after that Taeyong made Yangyang leave her alone because he "almost hurt her". 

She was still stupidly hot inside, and just about ready to say goodbye so she could get home and masturbate, but then Chenle came into the living room, plopping himself down next to Jisung (who Ningning had been moved to sit next to after Yangyang almost pulled her to the floor).

There was a glance shared between the three that the older members caught this time, raising their eyebrows as they had a conversation silently. 

"Are we missing something?" Ten voiced confidently. Ningning turned to him, eyes widened comically.

"No," Jisung said quickly, fumbling over his words underneath the stares of the members. "Nothing."

"Is this a throuple thing?" said Yangyang, snickering. 

"Shut up," Chenle said, rolling his eyes. "Ten, get your baby."

"Hey."

Ningning to the rescue. "Chenle told me that Jisung was beating his score in League of Legends, but Jisung didn't know-well, now he does, but.."

Jisung snickered on cue, sticking his tongue out at Chenle. "Ha," and he whispered, "bitch."

Chenle raised a hand, no fire in his eyes.

 

Ningning didn't even remember how she got here. Here being underneath Yangyang in on of the SM bathrooms. The door locked. Yangyang's hands on her thighs, kneading the flesh. Her ass on the cold sink, Yangyang having set her down there in the heat of the moment. His teeth nipping at her collarbones, those collarbones, the ones like peaks of mountains. 

"Mm," he hummed against her neck, letting his mouth roam to a lower region where he could leave a hickey - he respected Ningning, and knew for a fact she had to wear things that revealed her neck on the regular.

Ningning bristled underneath him. "I'm sensitive," she told him in warning. Forehead dropping against his shoulder, forcing him to move his hands down to her hips and leave his face buried in her neck. "I get..."

"Get turned on easily?" Yangyang guessed, a lilt of amusement in his tone as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her skirt was rolled up against her abdomen (it was expensive; she was glad it wasn't taken off and discarded on the floor.) "Hm," he said. "I can tell." Thumb against her clit, lips latched to her neck. Sucking, but not enough to make a dark mark. 

He moved his thumb in slow, controlled circles, enjoying how Ningning breathed shakily, biting her thumb to hold in her pretty noises. Hips rolling in an attempt to get more friction. Desperately wanting to be touched. To be fucked. Fuck.

"Tch tch," he cooed when her hand found his and pushed it harder. He pushed it away, rubbing the skin tenderly. "Be patient, baby."

"Hnng," she breathed. Cheeks burning in embarrassment afterwards. It wasn't like this with Chenle. Where they both knew what they liked and what they sounded like. Where Ningning didn't have to be embarrassed when her mouth made natural responses to his actions. Where Chenle wasn't embarrassed to moan when she gave him head or a handjob; they started as friends, they were comfortable to begin with.

But Yangyang was her sunbae. Not her friend. He was older than her by two years, a handsome Chinese idol that she looked up to. He was a talented rapper, a talented vocalist, a talented dancer. He was funny, too. And he was Chenle's friend, so she respected him for that, as well. He was her ge. Not her friend.

"You sound so pretty," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. "Be louder, baby. There's a fan on."

"Mhm," she shook her head, letting out a shaky, shallow breath as he slid his middle finger inside her hole. Curling it up. Fingers rubbing her g-spot. "Oh!" Hips rolling forward, hot breath hitting Yangyang's neck. Ass almost slipping off of the sink. He gripped her waist with one hand and stedied her. 

Yangyang pulled back from her neck, smiling down at her. "You're so cute, Yizhuo." Ningning breathed out, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. "Does Chenle not treat you well?" he snickered. "Or have you not seen him recently?"

"Haven't..seen him recently," she choked out. "Fuck! Keep going.."

"So worked up," Yangyang murmured. "Just one finger." He put in his index finger. Her hole showed little resistance. She winced for a moment, but the stretch was familiar. 

"You try having someone massage your fucking prostate. It's the same with the g-spot, you - fuck, ge!" A third finger, adding to the pleasure. The stretch burned. Her body on fire. Eyes too heavy to keep open. Chest heaving, legs clenched around Yangyang's narrow hips. Ningning winced, again, face scrunching. Yangyang watched her carefully, and when she relaxed, he curled up his middle finger, surging the others forward. 

Easily knocking the air out of her.

"Ang..ge, please. Just.."

"Just what?" Yangyang murmured. Placing soft, wet kisses against her forehead, trailing them down to her cheek, ending by the corner of her lips. Tongue dipping in her already wet mouth. She eagerly turned her head, latching their lips together, pulling them closer. The curl of Yangyang's lip against hers was a little too smug, but she didn't pay attention - fuck, he was good at kissing.

He made her body buzz.

And when he fumbled to unbutton his jeans, cock springing from his boxers as he tugged them down partially, gripping her ass and positioning her to take his cock. Pressing the head against her hole. Slipping the head in. Letting her gasp at the stretch. His fat cock slapping against her folds. 

"In," she begged breathlessly. "In, please. I can take it, I can."

He didn't need to be told twice. Driving his hips down, slamming them against hers. The grip he had on her hips bruising. She was so tight, clenching around him. Driving him insane. He had to move slowly, breathing hard against her hair, dragging his cock in her sensitive walls. 

"Good?"

"Good, good," she cried breathlessly. "Go harder!"

"Feels good? You're so tight." Yangyang breathes out each word.

Yangyang cups her face. Lips connecting to yours, hot mouths intertwining.

Yangyang's big hands clutch her waist. Cock thrumming inside her. He desperately wants to flip her around and bend her over. Give her every inch of length. Let his balls slap against her cunt. Make her cream his cock. His hips fall into rapid motion, teeth digging into her neck. Breathing harshly into his neck with each thrust. Her body shaking. Eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together in an attempt to stifle her whines into a small breathes. She failed, of course, letting out a loud, broken gasp as his thumb pressed down on her clit, adding to the stimulation.

She came all over his cock. Fluids dripping out of her hole, oozing down his cock. Putting all his efforting into thrusting one last time, releasing inside of her. Pulling back, tenderly brushing sticky hair out of her face. 

"You there?" he asked, patting her cheek with a finger. She nodded, blinking slowly. "You did so good."

"I know," she said, letting her head fall to the back of the mirror with a shaky breath. "I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Yangyang, reaching over with his free hand to grab a handful of napkins. "We've gotta get you cleaned up."

"I can do it," she told him, opening her eyes and sitting up. She pulled up her skirt, wary of getting it messy. He helped her as she stood, holding up her skirt as she wiped herself, looking away out of respect. "I'm good, I can clean myself up. Get yourself ready, ge."

"Shit," he looked at the clock on the wall, pulling his boxers and sweats up. "I have practice in 20 minutes."

Ningning laughed as she wet a paper towel. "Ge, that's stupid. We could've done this any other time. Here," she grabbed her phone from the pocket of her skirt. "The code's 0002. Put your number in."

Yangyang grinned as he tied his sweats, pushing back his sweaty hair. Opening her contacts, pressing the plus. Naming his contact as, the best fuck of my life, and slipping it back into the pocket of her skirt as she pulled up her cute pink panties. Staring into the mirror, washing her hands before wiping at the edges of her eyeliner. Wincing at the collected mascara underneath her eye.

"Fuck, you really are good, ge. Chenle hasn't made me cry since the first time we hate fucked."

"He goes easy on you," Yangyang told her knowingly. "I have makeup wipes," he told her, pulling them out. He took out a wipe, grabbing her chin gently for her to face him. Taking it up to her eye, easily wiping the excess mascara off. "I snatched them from Areum noona last week. They come in handy."

Ningning rolled her eyes, grinning up at him. 

"There, all good."

Yangyang rubbed her back, hands slipping to her thighs. Rubbing the skin, massaging her muscles. "You're not too sore, right?"

"Not that sore.." she hummed. "Chenle will give me a massage later, in exchange for me waxing his ass."

"Jisung," Yangyang said knowingly. "God, we really are all gay. You like girls, too?"

"Hm. Had a crush on Yuna my first day at Music Bank."

"Stop," Yangyang snickered, opening the bathroom door. Ningning went out before him, looking around. Empty hallways. "Yuna's really pretty - I think Jisung was in love with her for, like, a week. Or that's what Jaemin says."

"Jaemin is so fine," Ningning whistled.

"Seriously!" Yangyang agreed loudly. "Oops. Sorry. But he's so fucking muscley - his abs, I swear to god, to die for!"

"You ever seen them?"

"No, unfortunately. Other than that one concert Dream had where he flashed them. And, Renjun told me how they are."

"Renjun ge?" Ningning laughed, astonished. "I will never see him the same. I kinda want a piece of Xiaojun, too. He's fine as hell."

Yangyang tched. "You won't even let me hug him, that tsundere whore."

"Alright, ge," she patted his shoulder. "Have fun at practice. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, text me."