#kim lip x reader

[lynnsquared]

Looking forward to seeing your works in the future!!! Any g!p lip thoughts?

🐬 first of all tysm that is so sweet u made my day 😭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💞 and... i definitely have a few ‼️ (not a lot tho KJSKJGKJSJK)

G!p jungeun is fs not the biggest (maybe like 5-6ish inches) but her cock is still clean, pink and pretty ☹ but does it really matter, considering she knows exactly how to use it!

bec of this u love to ride her 😣 whenever you bounce on her cock you can feel it hitting all of the right spots and she almost never fails to make u cum (ofc if you don't cum from her dick she uses her long fingers anyway because she cares about your pleasure too~) 😖 another thing about riding her that is so sexy is how she grips onto your thighs or your hips THE WHOLE TIME,,, she does it so much that you could always tell when shes about to cum because her grip tightens so much and her hands shake just a bit 😭

i think the thing jungeun loves the most tho is when u suck her off ☹️ i feel like her cock gets 20x more sensitive when your tongue is wrapped around it.. shes always involuntarily bucking her hips into your mouth, not caring how much you gag or choke because she just feels so good 😭 she loves to hold your hair out of your face while you suck her off, too 😇 with that, she'd often grip it super tight or pull it or.. both. she loves to cum in your mouth, too.. feeling so satisfied with herself as she looks down at you with her seed all over your tongue before you swallow 🤭

and also she takes the best dick pics ever just like. objectively . never those nasty ones with the terrible angles where she holds it awkwardly in her hand.. no.!!! her favs would be pics of her dick print in her boxers 😣 and also ones where the pink tip of her cock stick out of the rim of her boxers teasingly.. shes def the type to send you these pics while you're out and about, too.. 😵 like if ur out and about with ur friends or at work u need to be SO careful checking your phone because your gf has a nasty habit of sending you dick pics when you're not at home 😓 (and ofc when you do get home she loves when you """punish""" her by grinding against her dick without ever actually putting it in until she cums all over her own stomach with a faux-embarrassed look on her face)

sorry if this sucks, btw 😭 gp lippie is a lovely thought but its not something i think about a lot ☹️ anyway, i hope you like it even if this is a veryy underdeveloped thought and sounds like something i made up in 30 minutes sfjkjkfkj

[wintersera]

would you be open to writing mommy!kim lip fucking reader with her strap

mommy!kimlip x f!reader

notes: felt like i needed to make reader a little bratty but i dont know if it’s bratty enough ☹️ kimlip is also a little mean.

cw: mommy kink, spanking, STRAP!!! (term cock is used for strap too), bratty reader (sorta), edging at the end?

word count: 0.9k

it’s currently 9am in the morning and it seems that lippie was in a horrible mood. you know how it is with her, sleeping at 8pm at night and waking up at 6am in the morning. but of course, oec are performing and she had to stay up late as hell.

now, as the youngest of the group, you were well… a bit of a brat. you wanted the attention of your mommy on you and not on whatever the manager was saying, so like an annoying little kid you came from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist.

the people around, and kimlip herself, were pretty much used to your behaviour, you’d always follow lippie around like a kid, hugging, touching, doing whatever to her. it seemed innocent at first, everyone just ignored what you were doing and carried on with their day, but as soon as you slithered your hands into her pockets to caress her thighs, she grew sort of annoyed and undeniably turned on. she wanted to listen to the manager so bad but your annoying ass was distracting her.

whispering under her breath “y/n stop. can’t you see i’m trying to listen?”

you ignored her.

continuing to rub your hands on her thighs, she had to stifle a moan. it was embarrassing for her, the manager questioning if she okay and if she was ill due to her flushed face. oh she was getting pissed off.

“we’re in public y/nie. save this for later or else…”

or else what? you thought to yourself. what is she gonna do with so many people in the room?

“manager. can i excuse myself? i need to have a talk with y/n. it’s important” with a stern tone and a cold look she turned to you… oh fuck you forgot that she was your leader.

dragging you outside the room and into another, she threw you into the wall with force, not enough to hurt you though. “what was that all about, huh?” her voice was flat, at this point you knew you were screwed.

“wait, sorry. i didn’t mean it.”

“didn't mean it? as if you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of the manager” its as if her words were like daggers. cold and piercing. “why don’t you be a good girl for once and follow mommy's orders” reaching for the bag she brought with her, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to do. punish you? it seems like it. “strip. now.”

a shiver ran down your spine. strip? with the chances of someone walking into this room right now? “come on, obey mommys orders or else”

“o-okay mommy…” with ease, you took off your flimsy hoodie followed by your sweatpants, leaving you almost completely bare. it was embarrassing, she was standing there with full authority over your exposed body, lights on and everything.

“atta girl. now bend over”

and you did what you were told, fearing as if she was going to punish you badly when you got back to the dorms.

you wanted to please her, you obviously knew she was pissed off but you didn’t know it went to this extent. so with that in mind you spread open your pussy, arousal coating your folds.

if it wasn’t anymore humiliating, she suddenly slapped your ass, a loud thud echoing around the room. hissing at the hot throbbing pain in your cheek, it was quickly replaced by a feeling teasing your dripping hole.

“fuck- jungeun?!” another slap to your ass,

“that's mommy to you, another mistake and i’ll leave you here” hands on your hips, she steadies herself as she prepares you for her strap…? she brought her strap into the music bank changing rooms?

“oec we’re back on stage in 10 more minutes” panic starting to set into your body, what do you mean 15 more minutes? “m-mommy wait i don’t think we have enou-“ within seconds you feel her cock reach deep into your pussy, ramming into you without any mercy. an unbelievably loud moan ripping out from your throat, followed by the sound of her tutting in disapproval.

“be quiet”

fuck it was good. your legs were already shaking from the immense pleasure, her cock hitting your favourite place with every thrust. “oh my god, mommy- fuckfuckfuck slow down p-please” you could tell she loved being called ‘mommy’ noticing that whenever you call her that, she groans. her nails sinking hard into your skin leaving red stripes across the sides of your waist.

hands supporting yourself on the wall, you moan out loud on accident. as if you weren’t red before, your face was now flushed red, the embarassment was too much for you that you felt overwhelmed.

pulling your hair from behind, jungeun made you look back at her. eyebrows furrowed as she slams into your abused pussy relentlessly. “do i make you feel good? baby do i make your tight pussy feel good?” only focused on yourself you answered her with a small nod. unhappy with, your reaction she slapped your ass harder than earlier. “good girls use their words, are you gonna cum? tell mommy you’re gonna cum” the anger in her voice being oh so delicious, it was driving you so close to the edge.

“cum- cumming mommy pleasplease i’m cumming” legs beginning to spasm and your eyes rolling back, you felt your orgasm come close and then…. she pulls out. “what the fuck?” whining at the loss of her cock in you, sadness crosses your face, “why’d you pull out?”

she doesn’t answer, instead, she let’s your managers booming voice answer for you “oec, you’re about to get on stage” taking the strap of her, she places it back inside her backpack (specifically for the strap) walks to the door and stops before she could open it.

“if you perform well, i’ll think about letting that punishment go later” then she walks out without a care, leaving you without an orgasm. fuck…

[panda-writes-kpop]

we're never getting back together (like ever?) ~ kim lip

a/n: apologies for the bad pun, but I had to. 😌 this fic is in celebration of the birthday of my favorite (fucking) boomer @kingmaker-a - thank you for being such a great friend (and for the photocards and album). 💕 sorry for the excessive boomer jokes, but it must be done 🫡 also we've got another entry in the paladin! roommates au with more lore about the Paladins (and some bullshit I made up).

tw: paladin! reader kinda reads like an OC but hopefully you can ignore it, reader and lippie get wasted, one too many boomer jokes, alcohol, parties, hangovers, katie and mala being professional little shits ™️

summary: Your roommates are little shits, but you have to thank them for (indirectly) getting you and your ex back together. Perhaps this is a funny story that you can tell at your wedding, given that you and Kim Lip are sober enough to remember the day.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Laughter was a common noise in the Paladins' apartment. You all poked fun at each other from time to time (it was mostly Katie and Mala calling the rest of you boomers).

What concerns you this time, as you nurse your nasty hangover, is the two people laughing from a room away.

Katie's bubbly laughter rings out through the hallways and into the kitchen. Her laughter was usually accompanied an accusing finger from stealing her baked goods (Mala was the one who did the crime, but you did the time with an hour long lecture about personal property) or a brutal roast about your age.

Your joints may be getting old, but your ears are doing just fine since you pick up on the second person who's laughing.

It's Mala.

Mala and Katie were little shits on their own. Together, they could set fire to an entire neighborhood or wreck havoc to your social life.

As you nurse your hangover cure of choice, you're hoping that they're laughing over their choice of lighter fluid.

"What a boomer!" Katie says before dissolving into another fit of giggles.

Fuck.

You trudge into the living room, looking like shit from the night before. Whatever the youngest Paladins are up to, it's certainly no good.

"What are you two doing?" You mumble as Katie puts her phone away and blinks innocently at you.

Wolf in sheep's clothing, I swear.

"Nothing! Mala was just showing me some photos from last night."

With a smirk, Mala presents you with their phone.

This can't be good.

The first photo you see is a picture of Katie with her arms wrapped around Dami. She's laughing as Dami's trying to pull her in for a kiss.

Cute.

Scrolling to the left, you see a more formal picture of Mala standing next to Tzuyu. They're holding hands while not making eye contact with one another. You wonder how long they'll dance around their feelings for each other before one of them confesses.

You swipe again and again, seeing various photos of your friends and their friends. In one photo, Sparrow's knocked out on the ground, curled up in between Kazuha and Yunjin. In another, Neon and Siyeon cheers each other with wide smiles on their faces. There's even a group photo of the five of you that will definitely be a wallpaper on your phone or laptop.

You swipe again.

Then you see it.

A picture of you, drunk beyond recognition, holding a beer in one of your hands. There's nothing wrong with this photo, except you're not the only one in it.

Your other arm is wrapped around Kim Lip, who is wearing a stunning white dress. If your friends didn't know any better, they would assume that the two of you were drunken newlyweds.

The problem is, she's not your wife. She's not your girlfriend. You haven't been seen together in months since she's your ex.

Maybe you two had only dated for a few months, but you really liked her. She was a goofy loser, just like you. Your heart aches as you stare at the picture, wondering what could've been.

"Do you think he's seen it?" Katie shout-whispers as Mala sighs.

"Do you think he makes that face normally?"

"Did this get posted?" You softly ask as Mala and Katie immediately shut up. "Did. This. Get. Posted?"

"We didn't post it." Katie bites her lip before looking at you. "You did."

You toss Mala their phone before scrambling to grab yours from your pocket. When you unlock your phone and open Instagram, you notice your post right at the top with you and Kim Lip in the photo.

And it has 3,000 likes. Great.

"Ah, Jinsoul texted me last night and..." Katie trails off before playing with her hair.

"What did she say?"

"Check your messages."

You click on the message bubble in the top right corner as the menu changes in front of you. Once your messages load, you notice that Kim Lip's name is right at the top.

You click on the message without hesitating.

I saw your post.

Do you have time to meet?

I want to talk things through.

~

You shouldn't be here.

It's 11:35 a.m. - she's five minutes late.

Your friends aren't late as the two youngest Paladins are dressed in the worst disguises you've ever seen - fake mustaches and all.

A few tables away, Mala holds up their phone with scrolling text that reads: you've got this! just keep your calm and relax.

Katie then holds up their phone, and her scrolling message is: don't screw this up you fucking boomer.

There's something to be said about the duality of man between your two friends, but you can't say anything to them as Kim Lip enters the coffee shop.

You wonder if she knows that this is the same coffee shop you had your first date in.

And you're sitting in the same booth where she told you that she didn't have feelings for you anymore.

You still weren't over her, months later.

She's just as beautiful as the day you last saw her.

Katie's right - You're such a fucking simp.

"Hey." She gently tucks a small bit of hair behind her ear before setting her bag on the table. "Mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

Kim Lip slides into the booth beside you as you fiddles with the coffee up in front of you.

"Want anything to drink?" You offer before pulling your wallet from your pocket.

"No, I'm alright," She smiles for a moment before asking, "how are you feeling after last night?"

Terrible, I'm dealing with a headache in my brain and two headaches twenty feet away from me.

"A bit rough, but it's nothing that a little hangover cure can't fix." You take a sip of your drink before continuing. "But I'm sure that you didn't come here to just ask how I was feeling."

"Right," She shakes her head for a moment, "listen, I'm sorry about everything I said last night. It was completely unfair of me to dump all of my feelings onto you when you didn't ask for it."

You do your best to hide a surprised reaction, choosing to cough and cover your face with your hand instead.

What did she say? How drunk was I last night?

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Her eyebrow raises as you sheepishly nod. "Well, shit."

Kim Lip grabs her bag and pulls out her phone. She grabs her phone and quickly navigates to her gallery as you try to recall anything that happened last night.

I remember getting there, talking to a few friends, playing a bit of Truth or Drink... that's about it.

With a soft blush, she hands you her phone. You play the video, hoping that you didn't make an absolute fool of yourself.

You hear Jinsoul, the cameraman, laugh as she approaches the two of you. With tears streaming down her face, Kim Lip shakes your barely conscious form.

"I love you!" She screams into your face. "I miss you so much! I was such an idiot for dumping you. Please, please, please take me back!"

You don't even blink at her confession - how fucked up were you? - as she continuous to blubber in your ear.

The video ends with Jinsoul laughing again - you understand why her and Katie are friends after that debacle.

"So?" Her eyes meet yours as you hand her the phone back.

"Did you mean any of that?" You honestly ask as she pauses.

"I- I did." She bows her head as you take a pause of your own to process what she's said.

"I missed you." You hate how desperate you sound, but it's the truth.

You'd do anything for a second chance, and by the way her eyes lit up at your words, you think she feels the same way.

"I'd like that drink now, if you don't mind." She smiles as you sigh.

"Once I get rid of those two, sure," You vaguely gesture towards Katie and Mala, "I don't need them interfering in my boomer romance."

"They still call you a boomer?"

"They haven't stopped."

She laughs as a lovesick grin appears on your face.

"I don't mind them, really," You say, "They're just-"

"-annoying? overprotective? hilarious?" Kim Lip takes a few guesses as your eyes widen.

"-betting on us?" You say, astonished, as you witness Mala hand Katie a handful of money. "Those little hustlers!"

You go to stand up, but Kim Lip grabs your arm and pulls you back down.

"Careful, boomer, you might pull a muscle." She teases before winking at the two little shits who are laughing in the corner.

"That sounds like a you problem, since you'll be the one taking me home." You smile as she laughs.

"As long as we go home together, I don't mind what happens next." Kim Lip says, and you find yourself agreeing.

Perhaps there's still room for love in a boomer's old, tired heart.

[vex91]

Kim Jungeun - Only I can do that

Pairing: Kim Jungeun x Female Reader

Fandom: Loona / ARTMS

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hi! I would love to request a imagine/scenario about where reader is an idol who's known for her cool looks and clothing wise. Loona kim lip is jealous that people are flirting with her and she pulls the reader towards the end and kiss (fluff!)

Summary: Kim Lip always gets jealous whenever people flirt with her girlfriend and one evening she has enough.

A/N: You didn't said if reader and Kim Lip are dating so I made them already together.

3rd's POV

You and Jungeun were dating for a year now. You both kept it a secret from people and the only people who new were both of your companies and her members who liked to tease her because of it, much to her dismay but it showed that they support you both so she was happy about it.

Being secretive about your relationship had it's perks but it had it's faults too, like the fact that on some events with other idols they didn't know that you were taken and were trying to get your number. It wasn't surprising since you always had this cool image and well.... you were good looking too so people just wanted to try their luck.

And it was the same on an after party after some award show. All idols from different companies could talk and spend some time together there without worrying about paparazzi being there to catch them in whatever situation. And one of the idols interacting a lot there was you but you mostly stayed with your girlfriend and the members of Loona.

At some point you decided to go drink something and maybe talk with someone who you hadn't talked with yet so you told Jungeun that you'll catch her later and left after giving her a quick kiss on her cheek that made her smile while her members looked ready to tease her.

When you were waiting for your drink at the bar, someone took a seat beside you making you turn your head to the side to see that it was Nayeon from Twice who looked at you with a big smile that really showed how happy she was tonight and well it wasn't surprising since Twice really set the stage on fire with their performance before.

"Hi, need some company?" She asked with a smirk and you chuckled before answering "I don't mind unnie, I haven't talk with you tonight right? Your performance was incredible" You complimented making her give you the 'I knew it' face.

"Thanks, your performance was incredible too. The song, your voice, the choreography and your outfit were all on point" You blushed at her compliment and Nayeon teased you a little because if it. You stayed and talked with Nayeon a lot, from time to time ordering and drinking something but you both didn't care since you had a lot of fun together.

In all of this you didn't notice how her eyes lingered on you a little longer than it should have and how she was closer with every few minutes that passed. When her hand brushed lightly against your arm, you felt a hand taking your wrist and pulling you away without another word, leaving Nayeon confused as to what just happened.

You were dragged to the empty room and only then you saw that it was your girlfriend who dragged you here. You looked at her confused "Why did you drag me here like that? That wasn't nice to Nayeon-unnie" You asked and scolded her a bit but Jungeun only hugged you to her chest.

"I didn't like the way that she was looking at you, especially that arm touching thing. I mean, you are my girlfriend" She groaned kind of jokingly but you could feel that it still really bothered her and you couldn't blame her since lately you could see that this whole hiding thing wasn't appealing to her, it never was but lately it bothered her even more.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled away slightly to look her in the eyes. You gave her a loving smile that made most of her irritation to wash away. Jungeun leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet kiss but since it was her, it didn't took long before the kiss became more passionate and heated.

You pulled away from her to which she tried to stop you but you just laughed and said "No matter how much I want to keep kissing you, we need to go back before people start being suspicious" You took her hand in hers, ready to go but before you could leave the room, you stopper her and kissed her on the cheek taking her by surprise.

"I love you and only you okay? If you want we can talk about making our relationship public, I don't mind as long as I can be with you and only you"

She smiled and pulled you to her side before answering "Yeah, we can talk about it. It would be nice to let all the people who want to kiss and touch you know that only I can do that"

No matter what happens with you two going forward, you both will have each other's back.

[kingmaker-a]

Troublemaker | Kim Jungeun

Hogwarts AU

Related: Ecdysis, You're a Keeper

Slytherin Prefect Reader x Gryffindor Troublemaker Kim Lip

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to Lovers(?), Reader is a stickler for the rules, Jungeun is usually up to something, references to other fics

Premise: Jungeun has been a pain in your side ever since you became a prefect. You've lost count of how much time you've lost holding her through detention. However, as the year slowly draws to a close, one routine patrol has you questioning why she causes trouble.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I was originally supposed to get this out on her birthday but life ended up happening, so happy valentines instead!

It’s hard to find the truth through tasseled moonlight, wooden oak creaks under every footfall. 

You know what you see. 

Sunset orange fades to luscious black waves, it clicks like a puzzle piece, a reminder of her haunt, the boathouse afloat Black Lake. 

So why was she here? 

Wind howls through every nook and cranny of the astronomy tower, creeping through the gaps in your cloak. 

Still, she's unceasing in the biting, uncaring cold, much like the orrery that calls the tower home. 

Much like you. 

“Tch,” your tongue clicks at the roof of your mouth, frustration boils below the surface as you roll your neck. 

She doesn't shift, doesn't budge an inch in the face of your restrained frustration. 

A subtle kindness given your history. 

Your thumb runs over the cold metal of your badge. Too many detentions to count. 

At least half of them could've been avoided, if she didn’t look so smug, beaming with an almost arrogant pride. 

Like she wanted to be caught. 

Yet, there’s none of that, here in this moment. 

“Kim,” you beckon, foot bouncing. At least you didn’t have to deal with her much longer. 

Her head slinks between her shoulders, leaning deeper against the railing. 

You roll your eyes, why your safe haven of all places?

She sighs and you hate the way it tugs, pulls you closer. If she hears your approach, she makes no acknowledgement, her eyes linger on the courtyard far below. 

Your ears prickle against the sound of metal against metal, slight and faint. Your eyes remain focused, diligent, plucking out the distant paired silhouettes, one Gryffindor, one Slytherin. 

She scoffs when you take your spot next to her, elbows resting against the railing. You can't help the scowl that burns across your lips as you lean forward, too preoccupied with your prefect duties. 

It’s a brief glance at her that paints the picture, melancholic and lost. 

Your eyes trace back over the figures, you can practically feel the pulse of animosity and conflict, it burns in the Slytherin’s veins. 

Hyeju and Keeper. 

“You know if it bothers you so much, they are breaking curfew.” It’s unlike you to offer a kindle of warmth, unlike you at least, when it comes to her. 

That's why you're not surprised when she laughs, unable to reel it in as she keels against the railing. 

Her hair ripples with sunlight for the briefest moments, her laughter waters her eyes as her fingers stem the flow. 

“You know,” her words are like the first bite into decadent chocolate. “No one would believe me if I told them you were funny.” 

There’s a wistfulness to her smile as her eyes languish back to the courtyard, it’s frail, drought with something unspoken. There’s a slight gleam to her eyes as she settles, tentatively, on you. 

“It’s fine, really.” She falters underneath your serious gaze, choosing to focus on the night sky. You catch the slightest glint of something metallic in her hand, red and gold. It catches against the moonlight before she finally palms it. “If anything it’s my fault.”

Her eyes crinkle as she offers another smile, another attempt in reassurance. 

This wasn’t your dynamic, it’s always been an accustomed silence in detention. Aside from the brief arguments she paints in her defense, it’s never been more than that.

Yet, something shifts, under the shade of her melancholy. Perhaps, the night brings with it, its own sort of magic.

You take a deep breath, eyes cast asunder through the dark crevices of the night. 

“What’s on your mind Kim?”

The wind howls in those few silent, fraught seconds. You miss the luster of moonlight that flashes through her hair.

She scoffs, reality crashes against her in a gigantic wave. It’s an odd comfort to have you of all people check up on her. You don’t notice the way her eyes linger on you with a shaky edge.

Her eyes trail yours, gliding against speckled fairy dust. 

Her breath grows shaky, wheezing with a poor attempt at a laugh. 

“A lot.”

Her words weigh heavy with the black that mars her hair. She almost sinks lower under your gaze.

Orange has always been one of your favorite colors, even in spite of Jungeun’s insipid antics. 

Somehow, part of you misses the flare of orange. Even if it often spelt the loss of your own free time.

Metal grinds against the railing, a nervous twitch. 

“Run me through it, Jungeun.” It’s not often that your voice is painted with a soft velvet, even more so in her company. 

You can’t help but arch an eyebrow as she whines, shrinking against the railing. Her hair runs adrift with waves of moonlight.

It’s hard to pick out, against the moonlight. But part of you swears there’s the slightest hint of rosy pink.

She steadies herself, tugged ashore by a deep breath as her hair returns to a deep obsidian black. 

You two have never been particularly close.

But there’s something held in the cloisters of the astronomy tower, that almost makes it feel otherwise.

“Do you like Keeper?” 

Her eyebrows scrunch, pulled together at the ends by a rough indignance. It slowly softens, lingering like a fading wave.

Her voice is small, soft like flakes of snow. 

“No.” 

Her lips scrunch, almost wincing as she says it. 

“Not romantically at least…”

There’s something that catches on her breath as she looks at you, forlorn and lost. Her eyes shimmer like glass as her lips quiver.

It’s odd to see her offer a smile to you of all people, caught in the dust of those frail, heart aching moments.

It falters and slips, crashing against the ground like a glass of wine. 

For the first time you’re hesitant.

If she was any of your other peers, you’d pull her close like a held breath.

Perhaps it is the house of the lion that holds her strong as she offers a weak laugh. Her teeth flare into an almost ironic smile.

“I said, I’d always have their back.” Her grip tightens against the railing, knuckles twisting into a bone white. “...and I didn’t-”

You can’t help the smile that burns across your lips, settling into a soft smirk.

“You told Yoongi about the tea shop.”

It’s hard to ignore the enjoyment you feel as she deflates, eyes pointed like a dagger.

“You know you’re ruining the fun.”

“Isn’t that my job?”

She rolls her eyes with an annoyed knowing groan. In spite of it all, her lips curve into a soft, curious smile.

She offers you her hand, the moment is soft and almost poignant. 

If not for the object held in her palm.

It glimmers softly in the moonlight.

A Gryffindor prefect badge.

“It might be my job soon,” her hair brims with the slightest hint of life, the darkest shade of orange you can imagine.

The details aren’t lost on you, as irrelevant as they might be. The badge in its own way, being a weird, twisted sort of inheritance, set forth by Kim ‘Sua’ Bora.

She had always been brash and confident almost arrogantly so, but you never expected her to end up bedridden in St. Mungo’s.

There is something to be said about lions not being ravens.

“You don’t sound too enthused,” your voice clings to the eves, between the sparkle held between distant stars.

Her smile falters, scraped off like flaking paint. “I-... yeah.”

The orrery ticks away, unceasing in its ministrations. You can taste the cold edge of the night air, it creeps in, snuffing the flame of any words that burn at your throat.

She turns to you, eyes soft like sugar glass. 

“...You really don’t have anything to say huh?” It’s hard to notice that which goes unsaid in her voice, it’s a spattering of paints, messy and troublesome. It tastes of melancholy, yet it burns with the poison of something else entirely.

She laughs with an almost throaty derision, the punchline to an unspoken joke.

“You really don’t care huh?” She scoffs, her voice echoing with wounds and scars, her hair burns an almost violent shade of orange. “I’ve been a pain in your ass since you became a prefect.”

Her teeth grit together like sandstone and gravel. It’s hard to ignore the way her eyebrows twitch and tense as it all slowly fades under a shaky breath.

So too does the orange, fading into the familiar shade of sunset orange, that you’d come to know. 

The exact same shade that was your favorite.

She laughs weakly, as if it should be obvious. 

But you don’t see the joke.

“...Fuck,” she wheezes, there’s a dreary fatigue that clings to every syllable. “I know we’re not close, but nothing? Not even a hint of annoyance? Frustration at whoever was stupid enough to sign off on this mess?”

She was right… That is a lot.

Her hand presses into her face, fingers eventually settling on the bridge of her nose. Her breathing, seethes, boiling with a frothing edge.

There’s something that lingers on the tip of her tongue, a snake ready to pounce, violent and eager.

“Are you done Jungeun?” 

Despite all that brims below the surface, she pulls back, lips settling into the slightest scowl. Her eyes burn with a defiant heat, even if nothing else leaves her lips.

She’s ready to jump at any mistake or sign of weakness. Sadly for her, there will be no such moment.

“Who,” It’s felt in your tone, rigid and cold like the harshest winter. You push forward prodding with an annoyed arch of a brow.

“Do you think Headmistress Kwon,” each word pushes her back as her feet stumble desperately to keep pace. The blood of the snake salivates at the surprise that echoes in her eyes. “Went to first?”

Her back catches against ancient stone, her hands holding her steady. 

… She’s beautiful, painted lovingly by the moonlight. It’s hard not to smile, it really is. 

She gulps nervously as she looks up at you, the fire of trouble and rebellion snuffed under your gaze. 

You place a hand just shy of her face, the ancient stone of Hogwarts is cool to the touch. 

She twitches anxiously, gaze turning away from you, cast out towards the pale moonlight. 

She's a far cry from the girl who stood before you mere moments before, even further still from the troublemaker you had come to know. 

A memory sticks out to you, a question from Minji on the eve of your fifth year. It’s odd the way you can trace the anxiety, inch by inch. 

“What's your favorite color?”

It’s hard to miss the way she squirms under your prolonged gaze, much like she did back then. 

You smile, fingers trailing through the strands that frame her face. She can't help the way she nuzzles into your touch, her lips curving into the smallest smile. 

Your thumb caresses her cheek, tugging ever so softly,“you really are trouble, you know?”

Her smile deepens as she loses herself in your eyes. Her hand clasps over yours pulling your touch deeper. 

“You finally noticed huh?” her voice reduced to a soft velveteen. Part of you still hates the cocky, coy smile that blooms across her lips. 

But you’re too focused on the fingers that linger against your chin, coaxing you forward with her half lidded eyes. 

She kisses you. 

Her lips ache with tentative softness, an anxious worry that you can taste in those chaste moments between two. 

A smile licks its way across her lips, eyes lingering with a rosy hue. 

“Only for you.”

[gowonders]

then could you plz write reder sucking g!p kim lip or choerry off? 😭thank you!

absolutely ✊✊ i’ve been so crazy for kim lip lately it is insaaanneee!

minors dni with this !

notes: i haven’t written g!p before so i hope this is up to your standards😓 but this photo of lippie.. also first loona ask omg!! thank youuu anonie 😙

warnings: fem reader, fwb + softdom kim lip, oral (duh???), hair pulling, dacryphillia, not proofread, lmk if i missed any + eng is not my first language

how do you keep getting into these situations?

..which is a big thing you ask every time youre at her house, when she’s guiding your hands to the waistband of her pants, giving you a pleading look. and you already know what’s needed of you, after all, she’s been asking for these kinds of favors almost every time you’re together. and so, your fingers hook under the fabric, pulling her pants down, leaving her in her shirt and briefs. under you, you see kim lip giving you an eager smile, still guiding your hands to do more. you palm her over the thin fabric, pulling it down after a few seconds and watching her length spring against her stomach, the sight making your eyes widen. “nervous?” she teases with a chuckle, threading her hands through your hair. “you’ve done this so many times before, yn. you’re always nervous, but you always do so, so we’ll for me.” she says, thumb rubbing your cheek as she brings you closer to her length. “you’re right.. can i…?” you say, giving a small kiss to the tip, making her let out a soft whine as she nods, hand pushing your head down onto her, letting out a soft hiss as she does so.

it doesn’t matter who gives her head, nobody will ever compare to your pretty little throat, and it’s apparent in the way her hips thrust up into your mouth, making you choke, and god, she loves when you do that. “fuck, yn— you’re so-“ she cuts herself off with another whine, and her hips are still moving up into you, chasing her release as you just take her.

“goddddd i love you.. so good for me, yeah?” she says, hands gripping your hair and tugging it down, bringing your mouth further and further onto her cock, and you hum around her in response, which just makes her whine even more, tugging your hair to find any relief for how good you’re making her feel. the way the tip of her cock reaches your throat makes you gag, and small tears start to well in your eyes, and closing your eyes just make them run down your cheeks, and the sight has her rutting her hips into your mouth more than ever. “soooo pretty god… and the way you look when you cry, fuck—“ famous last words before her thick seed floods your throat, hips stuttering as she rides out her high, and she pulls out, almost all the way, but she taps her cock on your lips, admiring the way your saliva and her cum glistens on her length. “swallow for me?”

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🥀

hope this was good enough for you, if anything i’ll rewrite it if you want me to !!!

[triple-7-heaven]

Kill Switch II

part 1 a/n: things take a turn on the journey that is motolip and reader insert. surprise appearance, surprise smut, surprise sad; this arc contains.. things that i will not spoil in the tags! pairing: reader x kim lip; words: 3.2k ; categories: loona, kim lip, smut, angst, reader insert, longing, motorcycle romance(lol)(?)

Sunday morning was spent at your favorite café, catching up with your best old lady friend. She was entranced, giving you her undivided attention, even ignoring her sudoku game.

"You stayed out that late with her?" she asked incredulously. You'd just finished up the part about driving her halfway home.

"Yeah, guess we clicked," you said happily.

"You'd better let me know what happens; I've run out of dramas to watch on TV," she said before heading back to the kitchen, leaving you with your latte and racing thoughts.

Should I text her? Is it too soon? Would that be annoying? Does she even want to see me again?

A perfectly timed vibration of your phone snapped you out of it.

[08:44]

jungeuniiie: wyd right now chickenstripper97: at that café i mentioned, wbu?

jungeuniiie: on the way to that café you mentioned ^_^

So she did want to see you again. Thank God... You'd sunk so much time into thinking about her, it'd be a shame for it not to work. The time spent wasn't wasted, either; as it turned out, she was pretty much exactly how you fantasized she'd be. Pretty shy, but willing to talk forever about things she liked, intelligent, talented, and funny. Soon enough, Jungeun walked through the door and headed towards you shyly. She wore a brown leather jacket and her long, blonde hair was down, falling beautifully to her chest.

Don't look too long, don't look too long, don't-

"Do I look good or something?" she asked with her eyebrows upturned.

"O-oh, yeah, you do. Y-your hair's pretty long," you said, and she playfully hit your arm. Her hand rested there for a few seconds too long for it not to mean something. The café owner approached and made a face at you; you shook your head. Hopefully she wouldn't embarrass you.

"Finally found you, huh?" she said. Your face heated up right away.

"Thankfully," Jungeun said. She asked for some coffee and a meal, and you talked about what you'd do next time while you waited.

"Why wait until next time? We're here now, we ought to do something," she said. "It's Sunday, so... Something lazy."

"Wanna watch a movie?" you asked.

"Sure, we can head to your place after this!" she replied.

My place..? I didn't mean at my place..? But I guess if she's okay with it that's fine, but I really meant at the theater, but-

“Hello?” she waved a hand in front of your face.

“Sorry, spaced out,” you said. When she'd finished, the old woman came back and you paid her for Jungeun's meal, who kicked you under the table and pouted. You stood and smiled goodbye to the woman, then opened the door for Jungeun to head out.

"Here, follow me back to mine, okay?" you said. She nodded. The both of you sped down the street, and after each turn you made sure she was still with you; soon enough you made it to your garage. You parked inside and headed up to your apartment, Jungeun close behind. Your heart was racing, you felt sweat forming on your forehead. You weren't sure what this was supposed to mean, but... You tried not to read into it too much. Jungeun eagerly entered your apartment as soon as you opened the door. She looked around the same way she'd looked around your garage, with curiosity, with enjoyment. She wandered over to the window, floor to ceiling and spotless with a view over the city. Her hand hovered over your shelf, scanning albums, books, movies, and settled on one movie in particular. It was a favorite of yours, you knew every line, but you weren't against watching it just one more time.

"You're welcome to sit while I get everything going, want any snacks or drinks?" you asked while you moved about the room. Jungeun carefully sat on your couch.

"Oh, sure, thank you," she said, so you grabbed her a glass and a blanket as well. You flicked off the lights and got the film started. Like at the Bugak Skyway, you were watching her, and she was watching the movie. Thankfully she didn't catch you staring. She didn't move much closer to you throughout the film, and you were too nervous to move any closer to her. The credits rolled.

"I'd never seen it, but I'd always wanted to," Jungeun said. "Weird that you had it on your shelf."

"Coincidence?" you mused. She nudged your leg with hers and giggled.

"Ought to head home. I had a good time, thank you for having me over," she said. You felt sad, but took her down the elevator and opened your garage for her so she could head out.

A hug goodbye maybe? A kiss..?

Jungeun patted your shoulder before pushing off and heading out. Well... It's something. Small thoughts swirled into a hurricane inside your heart on the way back up. What did you think would happen? What did you want to happen? You sat on the couch and played video games for hours before falling asleep with the TV still on.

~

The week passed with little to say for it. Work, riding, and radio silence. Friday night came around, and you got off work early. Wouldn't be a bad time to walk around downtown and try to get lucky, right? 

Neon signs in windows lit the way as couples and groups stumbled down the sidewalk. The buzz of conversation and music playing from each doorway mixed and weaved into a melody of night life that you'd sorely missed after being busy with your chase for the last month. Your eyes fell on plenty of pretty girls, but... The one you wanted wasn't there. Your last message had been sitting on delivered for days. Once again... Give up, or change your strategy? You ducked into a bar and approached the bartender. You didn't drink, but tonight you would; maybe it would be easier. You threw back the drink quickly and left cash on the counter, reemerging into the street. Now feeling warm from your stomach, you continued your stroll with your hands in your pockets. Every face on the street told you a different story. That guy just got dumped, but he's with his friends, so he's trying to act fine. That girl's about to get married, tonight is her last dance with night life. What story did your face tell? If anyone noticed you, the story they'd read on your face was one of someone full of hope but empty of expectation; someone who was one more inconvenience away from being done with it all, whose patience ran out a long time ago, who just wanted to feel seen and heard, but went without either.

A sharp pang through your chest when you saw that long, blonde hair. And indescribable pain when you saw a red-faced Jungeun, laughing, hands on his chest as she was pulled into a club by another man. Your breaths quickened. Your inner voice tried, but failed to form any sort of sentence, any explanation or comfort to yourself. You picked up the pace and returned to where you'd parked your bike. One helmet and jacket later, you turned the key and got going. As you went down the street you cast a glance at the club she'd gone into with that guy. Someone on the sidewalk yelled to you for a rev bomb, and you gave a solemn turn of the wrist. Finally, you could think. Wind rushing past and rumbling below.

It started with denial.

She's just drunk. He's just a friend. It's a one-time thing. They aren't together...

It proceeded with anger.

Did you really think someone like her would be with someone like you? Did you really expect her to be single, looking like that? You're so stupid...

It continued into bargaining.

He's so much taller than you. He's probably rich. His arms and shoulders are much bigger than yours. I bet he has a huge bike and a sports car. She's probably in love with him. If you were just better...

As you rounded a corner, depression.

I'm so useless. Everything I do is a waste of time. Why do I even try anymore? Why should I? Things aren't supposed to work out for me...

But acceptance didn't come. It kept flashing in your mind, the image of her, face tinted by alcohol, shining with sweat under the neon lights, smile so bright and wide, hands all over him. His hands were around her waist... God dammit. What did you really expect? For a moment you sat in your garage, staring down at the kill switch that you didn't have to swat small hands away from tonight. You were on autopilot as you closed the garage door and took the elevator up.

Many hours and many video games later, your phone buzzed. Couldn't be...

[01:34]

jungeuniiie: sorry, busy week... was out with my friends tonight, i feel bad for answering so late! :-/

Her friends... You tried to be the tough guy who didn't answer right away, but that just isn't you.

chickenstripper97: oh no problem haha

jungeuniiie: maybe we could hang out tomorrow night?

You couldn't do it. Too soon.

chickenstripper97: ohh actually having a rough time lately, probably gonna stay in

jungeuniiie: oh okay, no problem. hope you feel better :-(

You shut your phone off and kept playing your favorite game for way too long, distracting yourself. You tossed and turned, dreams and nightmares, sweat and discomfort, all through the night.

~

Corner store coffee tasted great when you didn't have the willpower to cook breakfast for yourself. You trudged back out to the sidewalk and stood looking at the cars that passed while you sipped on the coffee and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. You killed most of the day at the track after your coffee, and hours of hard leans and near misses got you in the mood for some barhopping, hoping it would take your mind off things. The same street from the previous night, but a different feeling. You scanned the people walking around and selected a bar to start with. You grabbed a drink, then trudged to a couch in the corner so you could survey the room. More stories on faces, more thoughts to get lost in, more... Your vision was blocked by an hourglass figure and perfectly sculpted thighs peeking out from a very short dress.

"Deep in thought?" the woman asked. You slowly lifted your head, eyes passing over the form-fitting plaid dress, cropped leather jacket, dyed blonde hair, and gaudy chokers to finally meet the eyes of the stranger.

"Guess so," you answered. She sat close to you and crossed one leg over the other, then turned to you, drink in one hand, your shoulder running underneath the other. You got chills, but she didn't notice.

"What's wrong, handsome? Get dumped? Fired?" she asked away.

"Getting ahead of yourself, what about my name?" you said smoothly. She laughed and sipped her drink.

"With a face like that, who needs one?" she said. You raised your eyebrow, and she relented, asking sheepishly and nodding at your answer. "I'm Heejin. Never seen you before... Now, back to it. What's got you looking like that?"

"Girl problems, I guess," you said. You fidgeted with the watered-down beverage in your hands, and she got braver with hers. The hand on your shoulder gave a squeeze, and she set her drink down to place the other on your leg.

"Want me to fix them?" she asked. Her eyes dragged over your whole body, back to your eyes. Without giving you time to answer, she kissed you fiercely. Briefly pulling back, she asked: "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you said, and slid your hand over her waist to her back. She smiled into the second kiss and gripped you tighter. Her lips were cold from the drink she'd been sipping, tinged with a light fruity flavor. Her tongue brought the taste of alcohol into your mouth, and you sucked on it hungrily. She hummed quietly as she moved her hand from your chest to take hold of your wrist and guide your hand to her leg, which she was in the process of bringing over your lap to straddle you. Heejin was fully on top of you now, making out with you on the couch in a dimly lit bar, music shaking you to the bone, smell of alcohol seeping into your psyche. Before your hands crept from her legs all the way up to her chest, you stopped yourself.

"Come on," you spoke into her ear. She smiled and got up, holding your hand while you strode to the bar and tossed way too much cash on the counter. The bartender shouted a thank you over the loud music and you stepped out onto the sidewalk with Heejin in tow. You gripped her hand and made your way to your bike; her eyes widened. She watched you pull an extra helmet out of the seat compartment, then stood still for you to slide it over her head. You hopped on and she followed, arms tight around your waist. She held you tighter as you began moving. Soon you were home, stumbling inside, making out in the elevator, fighting to get the key in the door, and finally falling into your bed. Heejin quickly shed her leather jacket and you shed your shirt, your lips latched onto her neck, then her nape, then her collarbones, then even lower. She turned around for you to unzip her dress, then slipped it off to reveal her bare chest; no bra tonight, apparently. She shoved your head lower so you could kiss and suck on her chest, which you did happily. Airy moans made their way to your ears as your tongue swirled around her nipple and you moved to the other, all the while massaging her petite breasts with your hands. Your bulge wasn't a secret at this point, and she squeezed and rubbed you eagerly while you showered her chest with kisses.

A sudden knock on the door. Heejin looked up at you, and you made a confused expression. You placed your hands on her hips to give them slow rubs up and down.

"It's deadbolted, I'm not worried about it," you said. She nodded and brought you back down to kiss you again. The knock on the door nagged at you a bit until your mind was wiped blank by the sensation of soft lips around your cock. You were so lost in thought you didn't notice Heejin taking your pants off. On her knees, she bobbed up and down, and your hands went to her long hair. You took fistfuls, gently, of course, and moved your hips slowly. She took you all the way and gagged, and you lifted her to her feet. You kissed her neck again while you slipped your fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them from her thick thighs. She smirked and stepped out of them, so you took the invitation. You lay her down and kissed her muscled thighs while gently stimulating her clit to get her going, and she rolled her hips and moaned approvingly. You gave a slow swipe of your tongue up the length of her dripping pussy. She tasted fantastic; sweet, sweaty, ready. Your fingers slid into her first, curling at just the right point to feel that rough patch inside of her.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Heejin?" you asked and stood straight up to look down at her tight, muscular body. She bit her lip and nodded eagerly, so you leaned down to kiss her sternum, then teased her warmth with your tip. You thrusted into her quickly, the sensation was irresistible. The slick that soon coated your shaft made it easy to fuck her deeply; you moved in and out of her rapidly, the tip of your cock reaching deep inside of the small girl, poking at her womb over and over again. She moaned uncontrollably with each thrust. You laced your fingers with hers so she could squeeze your hands tightly. "You're so fucking hot," you mumbled in a raspy voice.

"Fuck, ah... So... Big..!" she whimpered with each stroke. She let go of your hand and started rubbing her clit, causing her to tighten even more.

"Shit, Heejin, I'm-" she locked her legs around you and you felt her body shudder intensely when she came. Of course, the tightening and influx of wetness made you cum, too, but you were too drunk on pleasure to think much about it. Oversensitivity yanked you from your delirious state and your eyes snapped open. Heejin was still panting, cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets. A quick kiss on her cheek, then you pulled out and moved to the bathroom. You got a towel to clean up a bit.

"Mm... Could you get me some water?" Heejin asked quietly. You heard her rustling around in her purse. One trip to the kitchen later, you came back to give her the glass, and she tossed back a small pill before finishing off the water and smiling to you when you gave her the towel.

"You're welcome to stay, you know," you said.

"Just a hookup though, right?" she asked.

"Just a hookup," you laughed. As soon as you came down from the euphoria of the sex, everything came flooding back. Jungeun and that man... Ugh. You wondered what she was up to, probably with him. You wished the girl in your bed right now was her, and cursed yourself for your bad habit of trying to get over girls by using other girls. The key word was trying: you weren't over it. It'd take a while, considering how much time you already wasted hoping she could be yours...

Wait, the knock on the door earlier. A neighbor? Curiosity got the best of you, and you threw on some boxers and walked over to the front door. The peephole didn't reveal anything, so you opened it up and looked up and down the hallway. Then, you spotted a small basket on the floor. It seemed to contain some snacks, but you were more interested in something else: the note stuck to the top.

sorry I didn't catch you while you were home :-( i feel so bad for not answering you all week. i hope you're doing okay, and that this can cheer you up a little. we should go out soon!

text me,

jungeun♡

With Heejin in your arms and Jungeun in your mind, you couldn't stop thinking as you lay with your eyes open, staring at the wall in your pitch black bedroom. Did a one night stand with a hot stranger really prevent you from meeting Jungeun at the door..? Why did she go to this length for you? Why is there a heart by her name? What does 'go out' mean? You'd ask for Heejin's perspective in the morning; she was a woman, after all, so she might be able to offer some wisdom on the subject. For now, though, you held her close to you, and fell asleep listening to her quiet breaths. 

[hotlink907]

request: Kim Lip fic based on this picture, involving feet

pairing: Kim Lip x reader

genre: fluffy, light smut

warnings: there’s foot stuff. don’t read if you don’t like.

It had been another long day of practice. There was only one way to maintain the level of skill needed to operate as one of the most talented girl groups in the world, and that was through hard work. You didn’t mind it. It was part of what you were required to do, and you did it without complaint.

But at the end of some days, you were just so exhausted. Your members were exhausted too, even if a lot of them tried to not show it. You were always so proud of them for how they handled things. The path to becoming LOONA hadn’t been easy, and even after debut, things hadn’t gotten any easier.

But even though you were tired, you weren’t ready to sleep yet. You had been looking forward to the end of the day all through practice for two reasons. One, so you could take a long shower. And two, you could spend some time with Kim Jungeun.

The two of you weren’t exactly dating. Not really. But at this point, there had been a number of occasions when the two of you had ended up in her bed, unable to keep your hands to yourself. Neither of you had talked about what it meant yet. But that was okay. There was time to figure things out.

You had showered in her dorm room. It wasn’t the first time you had done that either. She had been in bed, bundled up in blankets when you had come in and quietly closed the door behind you. At first, you had thought that she was asleep. But then, as you were entering into the bathroom, you had heard her say, “Don’t take too long, alright?”

You were hurriedly drying yourself off with those words in mind, hoping that she wasn’t asleep by the time you got out.

You hopped out of the bathroom quickly, and you saw that your fears had been for nothing. Not only was she still awake, but she was out of the blankets, laying on her stomach, with her legs up, crossed a little, her bare feet visible behind her.

Your stomach flipped and you swallowed. She always looked amazing. There was something just a little otherworldly about her, and it captivated you.

“You hurried,” she said in a teasing tone. “Eager for something?”

“Maybe,” you said, gently lowering yourself onto the bed beside her, your eyes roaming over her body, all the way down her legs to the tips of her toes.

“Anything in particular?” she asked, rolling over onto her back and putting her legs straight up into the air, propping them against the wall.

“Maybe,” you said again, reaching out and running your hand down her leg. Her skin was smooth and freshly cleaned--she must have just gotten out of the shower.

Jungeun let out a sigh of satisfaction. “That’s nice,” she said. She always enjoyed your touch after a long day of rehearsal.

“Here,” you said, leaning yourself against the wall. “Give me your legs.”

She didn’t hesitate, moving out of her stretching position and gently placing her legs on your lap, her feet just extending off your other leg. You started to gently work your hands on her thighs, giving her muscles the attention they needed.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“I should be thanking you,” you said.

“Really?” she asked with a little twinkle in her eye. “Any reason why?”

“Because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all day,” you said slyly. “Those shorts you were wearing...?”

“Maybe I did that on purpose,” Jungeun said, sighing and closing her eyes with satisfaction as your hands moved down, closer to her toned calves. “Maybe this was what I wanted.”

“You could have just asked,” you said.

“This is more fun,” Jungeun said.

Your eyes met hers. There was a lot of unspoken things between the two of you. For now, maybe things were better off that way. There would time in the future to figure it all out.

Your hands were past her calves now, and you were holding one of her feet. You began to lightly press your thumbs into the sole of her foot, kneading slightly. Her skin was soft and milky white.

You took one of your hands and began to trace patterns on the top of her foot. You lightly dragged the tips of your fingers across her skin and watched her shiver. “Good?” you asked.

She nodded. “Feels amazing.”

You were glad to hear it. You had been trying to hide it, but every time the two of you ended up like this, you had a hard time keeping your eyes (and hands) off her feet. No one else had ever really affected you like this, but for some reason, she did.

Sometimes, you thought she realized it too, because she did things that almost felt like she was teasing you. Wiggling her toes, dangling a sandal... but she never said anything about it. This, at least, was a good way to see how she felt about it. And so far, she seemed to be responding quite positively.

You switched to her other foot, working your thumbs on the muscles of her sole. She closed her eyes and leaned back, and you could see the tension just evaporating from her body.

“You’ve been wanting to do this for awhile, haven’t you?” Jungeun asked.

You looked up sharply, unable to control your reaction. Did she mean...? “It’s okay,” said Jungeun reassuringly. “I just wanted you to know that I... noticed.” Your hands were still working, but you felt your face turning red. She had known?

“I’m glad,” she said, with a contented sigh. “This is exactly what I needed.”

“Oh,” you said, unsure of how to proceed. But you didn’t take your hands off her feet. Not yet.

She looked at you, her eyes suggestive. “Do you want a taste?” You blushed even harder. “W-what? You mean...?” She nodded. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You hesitated. Was she kidding? Did she really want you to...? You had to admit, you did want to. It was far from the first time you had thought about it. But to actually do it was a whole different story. You glanced down at her feet. At her perfectly manicured toes. And you realized suddenly that not only did you want to, but you had to. You needed it. You didn’t know why, but the urge was suddenly overwhelming.

And so you did it.

It felt like you were moving in slow motion, but you adjusted yourself so that you were at her feet, her toes right in front of your face. You could feel her eyes on you, and you knew that you were still bright red, but you didn’t care. She hadn’t just given you permission. She had asked you to do it.

And then, you leaned in, gently taking one of her toes in your mouth.

Her skin was still just as soft, silky smooth, and perfectly clean as before. It was even better than you had imagined, better than you had dreamed. You heard a noise, and you realized that it was a moan--no, not a moan. Two simultaneous moans, one coming from you, the other from her.

“Feels so good...” she whispered.

Encouraged by this, you started to move your tongue, swirling it around, moving down her feet to her other toes. With each touch that you made, she let out a sound of pleasure. And so did you, because you were suddenly able to do something that you had always wanted, and never fully realized.

“My sole,” she said after a few moments had passed. Her voice was the voice of someone who was experiencing overwhelming enjoyment. “Let me feel your tongue.” That was all you needed to hear. You moved down, no longer embarrassed, no longer holding back, and you began to run your tongue along her smooth sole.

“Oh my god, yes,” she breathed, and you knew that it was just as good for her as it was for you. “Don’t stop.”

You weren’t planning on it. You weren’t even thinking about it. This was exactly what you had wanted. You weren’t just tasting her. You were worshiping her, and it felt so, so right.

“Anything,” you breathed, as you watched her arch her back a little.

“Anything?” she asked.

You would have answered, but you had just moved over to her other foot, and one of her toes was occupying your mouth. You supposed that would have to be a good enough answer for now. Maybe when you weren’t quite so busy, you’d be able to talk about it a little more.

For now, you were just going to enjoy.

[c4llezz]

BUSY DAYS

Requested: Yes. Could i request a kim lip and f!reader imagine where lip gets upset with reader due to being a working student and they fight because lip is always busy with her schedules as well, something angst but fluff ending

KIM LIP X F!READER

TW: Like 2 curse words, Kim Lip being kind of rude at the start

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 880

Expect mistakes, happy reading!

Working while studying was not easy, you had to finish your classes and go straight to the restaurant you worked at and when you had ended your shift go to your home, sleep a few hours (sometimes you didn’t sleep at all) and then wake up again to go to class. But even with everything you had to do, you made time for your friends, and girlfriend, on the weekends.

This past week you’ve been even busier, you had to take some extra shifts because one of your coworkers was sick (this meant canceling one of the dates you had with Jungeun). You had less time to rest but you got more money, which you needed if you didn’t want to get kicked out of your apartment.

So, when you arrived on a Friday night at your home after a stressful school day and an even more stressful work shift, wanting to throw yourself into your bed and sleep until Monday arrived, and saw your girlfriend glaring at you from the couch you were confused.

“Hi?” you greeted.

“Hi? That’s all you have to say?” she said angrily.

“What else do you want me to say?” You asked.

“I don't know. Sorry for making you wait hours, maybe?” She sassed, “We haven’t seen each other in weeks and I’ve been planning our date for a while.”

“I texted you yesterday I was not going to make it, that I had to work,” you told her “Did you even read my message?”

She ignored your question “You are always doing something if it is not work then is school, why can you make a little time for us?”

You were not someone who liked fights and whenever you felt one was about to start you would do anything to avoid it. Still, all the stress you were feeling and her comment combined triggered something in you, “You are one to talk, you are always busy with your schedules and I’ve never told you anything about it. But when I am, is the worst thing in the world.”

She scoffed “Well my work is important!” Both your eyes widened just after what she had said, “I'm sorry-”

“No, I get it,” you shook your head ”How can I compare a superstar with a waitress?” You looked at the watch in your hand, “I’m going to get some sleep”

“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry,” she said, but you kept on walking to your bedroom and then closed the door. “Fuck” Jungeun knew you were right, ever since the start of your relationship you’ve been understanding of her work and how she couldn’t spend much time with you, and there she was, doing the exact opposite. She had said something stupid and hurt your feelings.

The next day you had woken up by a loud noise coming from your kitchen, you walked up to your closet and grabbed a baseball bat you had since high school when you used to practice the sport and slowly made your way to the kitchen. You peeked your head to look and saw your Jungeun picking up something from the floor. You lower the bat in your hands “What are you doing?”

She jumped startled by your voice “I wanted to make you breakfast and apologize for what I said yesterday. I know is hard to study and work at the same time and I shouldn’t have disregarded your job, you’ve never said anything about my job and I had no right to talk about yours. I’m sorry,” she said standing up, then she looked at your hand, “Is that a bat?”

“I thought someone had broken in” you shrugged “And thank you. I’m also sorry for not spending time with you lately and canceling the date you’ve been planning.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, we both have our things and we both have been busy with them. I guess I was mad at you but I never stop and thought that I was also not making time for you.” Something started to smell burnt and she quickly turned around to face what she was cooking “Shit, shit.” You walked closer to the stove and laughed at her burned eggs “You distracted me and now they are burned!” she said with a pout on her face.

You chuckled and peck her lips.“We can always go out for something.”

“Since the eggs are burned because of you, you are paying.”

You gasped “I am not. You are the one who did this to apologize, so you are paying.”

“Fine…But you are paying for our lunch.”

“Only if you clean the mess you made here,” you said pointing out the dirty floor of the kitchen “And clean yourself, how did you even get a piece of eggshell into your hair?”

“What?! Where?” she screamed starting to touch her hair. 

You laughed at her reaction, “I’m going to take a shower and get ready, I hope the kitchen is clean by the time I get back here.” You started making your way to your bedroom

“I think breakfast can wait, don’t you?” The singer said following you, you just smiled at her and continued walking “Is that a yes? I’ll take it as a yes.”

[lewisvinga]

pouty lips | kim lip x fem! reader

requested; yes

request; Hello I’d love to request a scenario where reader is an idol and known for their cool looks and idols flirt with the reader. Loona from Kim lip is jealous that idols are flirting with her gf, so she ignores her but gives in when reader kisses her! Most likely fluff!

warnings; none

a/n; i need to get better at titles + endings fr

loona masterlist !

Jungeun watches with a pout as she sees Viviz’s Umji talking to you. She was clearly trying to flirt with you and Jungeun didn’t like that. She also saw Kep1er’s Xiaoting talking to you earlier which she didn’t like either.

She knew how cool and how well known you are. Ever since debut, you’ve gotten praises on your looks and your vibe. The further you went into your career, the more well known you became. Your persona on stage attracted many idols. You became used to all the flirting. You didn’t mind since you’ve been with Jungeun for a while. But she did mind. She was not used to other idols flirting with you at all.

The blonde wanted to be respectful when seeing Umji and Xiaoting trying to make a move with you. She filled with jealousy as she watches you still talking to them. She storms off to her waiting room without noticing that you were looking right at her.

“Hey, Jungie!” you exclaim as you follow behind her. She huffs in reply, not bothering to speak as she sits down on the couch in her waiting room. “Jungeun? Kim Lip? Hello!” you continue saying.

Jungeun simply stares at you with a pout adorning her lips. She crosses her arms, glaring over at you. You were confused to say the least. She was suddenly upset and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Will you talk to me?”

She shakes her head and turns away from you. You let out a sigh as you sit down next to her on the couch. You cup her face with your hands. You lean in close to softly kiss her.

When you pull away, Jungeun quickly turns away but you didn’t fail to notice the redness of her cheeks and the smile on her lips. The blonde huffs and looks back at you, “Fine. You win.”

She hides her face in your shoulder and angrily mumbles to herself as you burst into laughter. “Jungeun, why so upset?”

“I don’t like seeing people flirt with you.” Jungeun mumbles as she sits up. She still had a pout on her lips but at least she was talking to you. “And maybe I am jealous! I just don’t like it.”

“Jungie, I’m yours, remember that. And i’ll only be yours.” You whisper, leaning in close to her. Jungeun closes the gap between you two by kissing you rather passionately.

“Yeah, only mine!” she smiles, pulling away and looking up at you. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at her words.

“Possessive much?”

“Maybe.” Jungeun smiles once again before leaning for another kiss. No matter how many people tried to make a move on you, she feels satisfied knowing she’s the one you love.

[wintersera]

business issues || ceo!kimlip x ceo!reader

notes: i had sm fun writing this i cant lie. BUT anyways if you study business or whatever and i get the terms and shit wrong… no i didn’t pls ignore it </3 ALSO researching high end rich people stuff was a pain in the ass bc it reminds me that i dont have disposable money- also reader is a ‘tsundere’ yk the trope,, and is also like 5’11 just because 😭

cw: degredation, dom reader, sub idol, theyre just very mean to eachother. use of the word ‘brat’ but idk if i characterised kimlip enough to be a brat 😭😭

wc: 3.2k

shit… why is she here?

there was this uncomfortable pressure inside of the meeting room and everyone around felt it, but they couldn’t understand why. a couple guys crossing their arms looking elsewhere in the room, a close ceo friend of yours awkwardly shifting around in their seat and the deafening sound of silence was just… overbearing. you could hear the sounds of a few people tapping their pens, shuffling their shoes, rustling their jackets and good lord it was awkward as hell.

your completely obvious scowl was directed to one person in the room and it was none other than your life long rival, miss kim jungeun.

well let me give you a rundown. you came from a background of extremely successful business men and women. growing up spoilt by your parents, you always looked down at people who were well… less fortunate than you. growing up with a family who were heavily involved with stocks and marketing, you of course, had to honour the family and take up the same jobs as they had. it’s not like you hated it either, in fact, you absolutely enjoyed it. everything was just money, money and more money for you and you were nothing more than happy. your personality wasn’t any better than your average millionaire. picture your stereotypical wealthy individual- that was you, but obviously way worse.

boastful, one of the many words that describe you. you lived for the thrill of business, making risqué deals and then bragging to your peers about how it worked well for you (as if you didn’t threaten them with the risk of losing money… you have your ways) always having recent designer brands on display and whatnot. showing them off to, once again, your peers. and by god you were so cocky about it every single damn time “have you bought louis vuitton's newest arrivals? well i doubt you did, i know a shit ton of your graphs are decreasing. let’s talk about that”

your lifelong rival, kim jungeun, also came from a similar background. another spoiled kid raised by rich and successful parents. like you, she also grew up learning about the marketing business and how to make money easily. another successful business woman in her family, money was a need, a want, a lifetime goal to earn more. she HAD to be rich. it’s just a rich kid thing you know… god, not to mention how painfully bratty she is. throwback to when she’d pester the hell out of her parents to buy her 2 different coloured porsche cars. one black and one red, the same model but different colours… oh, and the time where she started arguing with you about how she wanted the same exact bag as you and begged for you to give it to her? sure, she looked cute be- i mean she looked desperate begging for it. anyways…

now, the two of you sort of grew up with each other, attending the same private school. on the outside people would’ve believed you were friends, really really good friends. but in all seriousness you hated each other's guts. was there a reason? no, not really. rich kid hate was very common actually. petty things like either one of you had a branded item and the other would go mad because they didn’t have it, screaming at each other because you HAD to prove that you were richer than the other, fights over who would ride this specific horse for horse riding practice? the list can go on and on and on.. like said, rich kid problems. what made it worse was that both your parents were best friends, meaning you’d often see each other during your parents’ meetings or somewhere like the golf club. unfortunate right?

anyways, you had started a business at the exact same time as jungeun had. which is also funny because you had started the business in the same area- whats even more funny is that your company specialised in almost the same thing as hers. same starting time, same business, same location, same everything… it’s like you were soulmates or whatever. the thought of that sent shivers down your spine, almost causing you to gag out loud

“my apologies, i feel ill”

you’re sat in the meeting room with numerous other ceos, one notably being your acquaintance miyawaki sakura from hybe cooperation “what’s got you all queasy? nervous for the presentation?” eyes locking into yours, whispering loud enough for only you and her to hear.

“there’s a certain bitch in front of me and the thought of her is making me sick” covering your side profile, whispering back to sakura.

“you have to be joking? miss kim? she’s one, if not, the best strategists out there for marketing. how exactly is she a bitch?”

“uh, hello? i’m clearly the best. also she’s a complete and utter bra-“

cutting you off with a loud cough, the host of the meeting begins his introduction “as you all know, we’ve noticed a couple trends in a lot of your companies graphs. i’ve gathered a few of the best ceos to at least provide some help, because of well… we’re sort of losing audiences right now so-” another throaty cough escapes the mans mouth “-miss kim, if you would like to present first”

rolling your eyes and scoffing i hope you trip over and bruise your ass… her blazer looks very nice today, i wonder who tailored it. whoever did the colouring must use high quality- what the fuck am i thinking about?

not even 5 minutes in and you’re already ticked off. over what? just her, her presence alone pisses you off and it can be seen through the way you’re leaning back on the chair “as seen by this information here i believe that it would most likely attract more audiences. also looking at this chart it sho-“

“clearly you know nothing about the audience, miss kim. you know nothing about this department” a pen twirling around in your fingers.

“excuse me what? i know nothing about the department you say” tilting her head ever so slightly up, intimidating as she may seem, you only scoff at her attempt to drive fear into your heart “i’ll let you know i’m much more qualified in comparison to you”

“HA- as if. i just wanted to mention that your tailoring is humiliating to look at. whoever designed your clothing should be shamed” she looks at you in disbelief, bringing up your petty arguments into the meeting. what are you five?

“miss l/n… you’re stooping way too low” sakura says as she’s holding your arm to calm down.

jungeun ignores sakura, her attention completely diverted onto you and winning the argument “right, as if your tailoring isn’t any better. your cufflinks look like they were made out of nickel silver. how poor do you have to be to buy- i mean borrow cufflinks”

“fuck off. it seems like your eyesight is getting worse, not being able to tell the difference between nickel silver and pure platinum. ha, maybe the fake chopard glasses are fucking with your eyesight”

“you wanna fight?” loosening her sleek black tie, her hands already balled into a fist. seeing her angry made your day, bringing her bratty personality out is what you lived for.

“and break your smug face? with my pleasure” leaping from your chair, you fists ready to land themselves onto her face. yet you feel a couple of people holding you back, one of them being sakura “sakura, you’re a great person, but for the love of god let me go”

“security come quick, a fights broken out” a guy calling for them desperately.

the same goes for jungeun, wanting to smash your face into the table, a few people held her arms. “get off me you lowlifes, you’re ruining my shirt you fucks” flailing around as she’s swatting hands away from her “hands off my blazer, that shit costs more than your monthly salary”

eventually you were escorted out of the building and into your respective cars. what an immature fight you thought to yourself. there was some self reflection going on as your chauffeur drove you back to your house. why exactly did you start pestering jungeun and why did you enjoy it so much? how has she stayed in your mind for so long and why did you keep your rivalry even though you could completely put her out of business (your hubris speaking)

—

you sit at your table, a cup of coffee in your hands as you scan the documents given to you this evening. it was a cold night, the clouds outside your window were dark grey and unwelcoming, much like the knocks at your door “give me a few minutes i’m busy”

you’re currently wearing a white button up, your top button being undone while your tie was hanging around your neck loosely. the rest of your attire was made up of some formal black pants, obviously high end. you looked scruffy today, but it didn’t matter to you since you planned on staying inside your office for the rest of the night.

fuck, your head was throbbing from all the thinking you did yesterday.

another knock on the door and your assistant walks in without any care then leaves? what the fuck “i told you to give me a few minutes, do i need to fire you” shouting at her from across the room. you could care less about your appearance, that was until you saw.. jesus fucking christ… kim jungeun again “why are you here?”

“to apologise for being such a bitch at the meeting” although it sounded genuine, you couldn’t believe someone so haughty could be apologising, it was like you were in a daze how could she be apologising to you while being sober? it’s almost comedic. but you couldn’t just accept it like that, where’s the fun in being nice.

“go on then, bow down and get on your knees or something”

“fuck you mean by that? i change my mind. i’m not apologising to your annoying ass” she spat at the ground “how about you apologise for embarrassing me in front of the other ceos” turning the tables back at you.

as much as she did piss you off you had always looked at her with some sort of interest- yes you fought too much but that’s what made your relationship interesting, to be honest you felt a little sad when she never paid much attention to you. maybe just a little jealous when she would argue with her employees and not you.

“you’re so bratty you know” you scoff, feeling heat rise to your head. standing up from your desk you tread carefully towards her, eyes narrowing as you rip off your tie from your collar, a fiery gaze piercing through her like daggers “there’s no way in hell i will ever apologise to you, brat” you would be lying if you weren’t turned on right now, seeing her once stoic face turn into a cowardly frown made you feel sort of… aroused. “oho, not speaking back for once, cat got your tongue?” your body towering over her with ease, thank the lord for your amazing genetics because now you’re trapping a 5’4 girl between the wall and yourself.

“you’re so pretty when you don’t furrow your brows at me, fuck, you look even better when you have that dumb look on your face” you’ve only been alone with her for a couple of minutes and your knee is placed in between her thighs, she lets out a small whimper, much to your surprise. she could’ve fought you right here right now yet she didn’t, instead she lets you do as you please.

looking at her you coo, “letting me humiliate you like this? i thought you had decorum jungeun,” that may have been her breaking point, you never EVER called her by her first name and with that simplistic action of calling her ‘jungeun’ you had her in the palm of your hands.

jungeun chuckled “you’re saying i’m the one without decorum, yet you’re here pinning me against the wall in your office” her hands sliding down your chest, resting itself on your abdomen. her actions spoke words, she’s as riled up as you were and you knew it.

biting your lip, you try not to make a sound, tracing her fingers around your waist. “you want me don’t you y/n. give in and just fuck me”

the last few words ringing in your ears. forcefully grabbing her arms and bending her over your desk like a slut, her pencil skirt showing the curves of her ass very well “you don’t need prepping, your wetness is already soaking through the fabric… are you a slut or something jungeun?” smirking. without hesitation you drop to your knees, peeling off her tights, exposing her ass to the air “keep your mouth shut for me” you say as you pull her panties aside, her glistening cunt waiting for it to be fucked by you- and you only.

it was a sight to see, and fortunately it was only for you. pausing in your tracks you lean back to observe the scene “you look amazing, however you’d look even better without this cheap skirt” ripping it off of her waist.

“you’re so pretentious that it’s almost disgusting”

“i didn’t say that it looked horrible on you this time though'' truth be told, you were actually internally salivating at the way the skirt enhanced her body lines, but it’s whatever. you could buy another one for her.

parting her folds apart you suck gently on her clit, eliciting a few muffled moans. grabbing her thighs just to pull them apart to make it easier for you. she rolled her eyes back, feeling vibrations from your “mhm’s” and “so good” and other comments on how good she tastes.

the friction of your tongue circling around her clit made her scream out loud “the whole building is gonna hear you if you don’t shut your mouth” yet you secretly didn’t mind that. sure you had a reputation and so did she, but in this moment you couldn’t care less. seeing how responsive she was only made you greedier, she was like money to you; you wanted more. you felt hot, something you couldn’t explain took over your mind and made you work hard. lapping up her cunt, practically making out with her pussy now, you take your hand that was resting on her leg and slide two digits inside of her gently.

“s-shit.. ah-“ clutching onto your desk with her hand while the other one tries to reach for your wrist. moving so painfully slow, you watch her hole swallow and clench around you fingers. entranced by the way it looks and by the way her walls feel wrapped around you, it was like a perfect fit “go, fuck- faster, d-don’t be like this…” the way her voice trembled sent shivers down your body, sounding so desperate and needy that it was overwhelming. never in your entire life had you seen her this desperate and it made you feral.

slowly, ever so slowly, you thrust your fingers in and out. your tongue still working circles around her clit. although it wasn’t like you being sweet and caring, you made sure to start slow. really, fucking, slow. moving her hips in tune to your movements, because you’re that much of an asshole that you had to be painfully slow.

but that’s the fun of it, switching up from very slow to excruciatingly fast- slamming, not two but three, fingers into her dripping cunt. for her it felt out of this world, waves of pleasure crashing all over her body that it seemed like she was being possessed, as you can tell by her legs shaking like crazy. your attention now back at her clit, instead of what you were doing previously, lightly sucking and circling, you licked with passion. it was messy- the way you ate her out, her juices dripping all over your face and dripping down to your chin, something that you could deem as pornographic because it was just that messy “mmmgod- fuck fuckfuck, y/n right there” unfortunately, you didn’t have the view of her face but you knew she would be drooling all over the table from having her cunt be abused.

“so- feels so good…” her moans alone cleared your mind, and you wanted her to scream out your name badly. you felt her walls clench around you harder, knowing that she was on the verge of orgasming you had two options; be mean and edge her, or let her cum all over your face and into your mouth…. the second option sounds way better.

“jungeun mmhm, you’re so close. let me take care of that” your jaw started to ache and your arms became sore, yet your will prevailed. wanting to see her unravel because of you was definitely worth the pain. “cum- cum for me jungeun”

curling your fingers inside of her sent her over the edge, she became breathless and so did you. the sounds of her squirming on the table and the ticking of the clock in the background were the only sounds that could be heard. you ignored the latter and focused on her only. somehow her hand finally made it to your wrist and tugged at the cuffs. then she became limp, as a joke you jerked your hand again which rewarded you with a squeak from her. standing up again, you gazed at her from above. sprawled out across you desk, her once straight hair becoming dishevelled, clothes wrinkled and more- the finest piece of art couldn’t rival such a view.

“um… are you okay? did i fuck you too hard” growing a tad bit concerned. she wasn’t getting up… you assumed she passed out from exhaustion since it was pretty late in the night and well you knew her from childhood so of course you knew she wasn’t able to stay up for much longer“fucks sake, eurgh okay… passed out in my office for what reason” you’re so glad she’s sleeping, or else she would’ve felt the kiss you planted on her forehead “stupid”

—

the next day she woke up in some stranger's bedroom. curious to where she was, she got up from the king sized bed only to find out she was half naked. anyone waking up half naked in someone's bedroom would obviously be scared as hell. she was shocked beyond belief? she knew she didn’t drink so why was she in-

“before you scream profanities in my house, i was the one who brought you home”

“WHATTHEFUCK? oh my bad you scared the living shit out if me… ah- did you at least dress me?”

“well yeah, did you think i would let my employees ogle at you?” you again, scoff at her, your tone less sarcastic than usual “alright come down before breakfast gets cold”

“you made breakfast for me?” the first time you’d see her blushing at you, it was cute but you couldn’t admit that to her face.

“not exactly me, my chefs made it, but i suggested some foods i thought you would like soo…” hiding your face in embarrassment “don’t look at me, please”

[kimsohn]

“when someone's like, i don’t know, hurt or something, and the other character's like, tending to their wounds, and then just, wrap the other into their arms, thankful they’re alive”

can that someone (the one that’s hurt) be kim lip? thanks!

i care . kim lip x gn!reader about . 493 words, fluff warnings . injury

"does it hurt, princess?"

jungeun shakes her head, although the movement from her shoulder causes her to slightly wince, making her lie evident. she watches as you scold her for moving, applying the healing balm to her shoulder and massaging it in softly.

"i still don't understand why you jumped in front of me like that. your majesty is lucky that something serious didn't happen."

"well y/n," jungeun starts, causing you to look up at her, "i just didn't want you to get hurt".

truthfully, jungeun has no idea why she even jumped in front of you to protect you from the incoming loose metal of your opponent's sword during a practice sparring session. if the metal had hit her a few inches upward, she would've been seriously injured, but all rationality seemed to fly out of her brain as she swooped in to save you. it's as if her steps were second nature, and it had her wondering why she was so adamant about saving you instead of protecting herself.

"i'm your guard princess," you laugh, grabbing the cloth from the edge of the table, "i'm the one that should be protecting, not you."

"but—" jungeun retorts, leaning closer to you so you can apply the bandage easier, "what if something had happened to you?"

"if something had happened to me, oh, this might hurt a little bit," you say pulling tightly on the cloth to secure it, "if something had happened to me, nobody would've bat an eye. i'm just a mere guard, your majesty. but if something had happened to you, the whole nation would have an uproar."

truthfully, jungeun is more hurt at your words than you securing the cloth.

"how could you say that?"

"say what?"

"say that nobody would care if you were hurt. because i would care."

jungeun watches you still, holding the bandage tightly as you turn your attention from it to jungeun. your face looks almost surprised, astonished even as you consider her words in depth.

"your highness would care? for me?"

"of course." she says without missing a beat, a declaration of finality.

as you finish wrapping the bandage, jungeun swears that she can see the faintest smile appear on your usually poised face. she doesn't know what it is about that smile, but somewhere deep within her heart, she knows she wants to see it again.

what she isn't expecting is a hug from you in return, and the gesture brings even more warmth to her heart as she watches you adjust your position so her shoulder doesn't succumb to pain any longer.

"i'm really glad that you weren't extremely hurt by the metal," jungeun hears you mumble into her hair, "because your majesty's one of the best people i've ever met. thank you, so so much for caring about me."

she smiles, reciprocating the hug even tighter as she hears your next few words.

"i'll cherish you with my life."

[princessdong]

I still didn't forget the Lannister!Kim Lip idea, but I still haven't gotten myself to finish the draft, so here's the general idea for it.

It's not based on the series itself, so here there's no false Baratheon on the throne and all that, and the Lannisters are still in Casterly Rock being the overlords of the Westerlands. So, Jungeun is no heir to the titles of the family, she has two siblings on here who will could inherit the titles before she does, so she knows she's going to be married of, but she's very picky with who she will marry, as her parents taught her that Lannisters are superior.

But in the end it doesn't matter what she wants or thinks, as she's betrothed to the reader, and that marriage would be frowned upon by lords of the Westerlands and the Reach alike if it wasn't because it will benefit both parties. House Lannister needs a competent warrior leading (think of the reader being as good in war as Tywin Lannister and being as good in duel like it could be Arya Stark or Oberyn Martell), and the Tyrell want the power and money that only House Lannister could bring.

But needless to say, neither the reader or Kim Lip like the idea of being married, even less when it means for the reader to get to a war that doesn't belong to her family, to marry a girl that's nothing but arrogant, and despises anyone that's not a Lannister; and of course Kim Lip hates the idea of marrying a girl, and having to go out of Casterly Rock to live in Highgarden because she's no Tyrell, she's a Lannister even if she had to become a Tyrell for the sake of her family.

[kingmaker-a]

Nocturnal Games | Kim Lip

Alternative Title: Forgotten Moments Between Two Liars. It's Complicated AU - It really is.

Warnings/Tags: misfit reader, Jungeun is student council president and popular, reader's best friend is into Jungeun, so it's complicated. Underage clubbing, drinking and smoking (though it would be legal where I'm from). Injuries and mentions of fights, implied driving under the influence, brief mentions of supernatural elements, everything is a mess and reader might not be a good friend.

Premise: What should've been a night out with your friends treads on to some interesting ground when miss student president needs a ride home.

Wordcount: 5.1K Genre: Fluff(?), Angst (?) it's a mixed bag.

Vibes/Songs: Les (Childish Gambino), Right Here (Chase Atlantic), After Dark (Mr. Kitty), What You Need (The Weeknd), Call Out My Name (The Weeknd) and Friends (Chase Atlantic)* *I prefer slowed + reverb for that song in particular.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorm."

You hadn't planned to drive, hell you even offered to sober drive instead of Karina… 

"You're not taking Karina instead?" 

Everything is a mess– Swept in the hailing afterthought of a night out with your friends. 

You lost Mingi, found him with Miyeon, a drunken smile plastered on his lips. 

Tried hanging out with Seungcheol before he was all over Karina's sister. 

That's without even thinking about Ryujin and Hyunji–Your fingers ghost over your brow pinching the bridge of your nose. 

"Because I don't want Karina to find out about my bike and I know you can keep a secret." 

It's the beleaguered sigh that slowly pulls its way from your lips with a creaking crawl that reminds you, despite it all, that you do trust her. 

It's hard to miss the flare of her perfect white teeth as they paint her smirk— or the slight wince that twitches across her busted lip.

It's fresh, vibrant compared to the darkened flecks that orbit her eye and dust against her cheek. 

Barely noticeable, hidden against waves of practised skill and brush to everyone except you. 

It isn't her usual style, and you can't help but wonder why you know that. 

Instinct. 

Anger simmers in her eyes and her nostrils flare, "you don't want to check me over and make sure I'm really me like Mateo?" 

You've had the distinct luxury (or misfortune?) of clashing blades with sword masters and other entities. 

Yet, nothing quite matches the restrained fury or venom that licks at her voice like a barbed knife. 

Your best friend's paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, after all he'd gotten to know the imposter rather… intimately. 

Still, now wasn't the time to linger on the past, not underneath the whining hum of fluorescent tube lights awash in a seedy medical clinic. 

You throw your hands up, your eyes catching against familiar shoes, "I know it’s you since you still have my shoes."

She’d taken to them like a fish to water compared to her usual heels, that clacked against the ground with the echo of her mother— Who wears heels to a ghost investigation?—

There's an exaggerated flare to the roll of her eyes, a flicker of a tender, cool, cocky smile. “You’re not getting them back you know?" 

It's nice to see the sizzle behind her eyes, the unsnuffable flame despite tonight's best efforts. 

Sheis getting awfully comfortable though, a familiarity that you can't quite understand, but maybe, just maybe it's because it's been a long night. 

Still, you hadn't expected to run into her tonight. Thursday and Friday had been tough days for her - auditioning on next to no sleep and nearly turning into a monster during the attack at the school. 

… Man, it's only been a week since you've started this gig. 

Your eyes roll like flecks of sand between your fingers, a tired sigh trembles across your lips. 

“I know.”

She's eager, that's the only thing you can note as she pounds back drink after drink like the thumping bass line that hangs thick in Zorro's. 

Making up for lost time like Karina before her. 

You shouldn’t point out how similar they can be, the flash of Crash's eyes kills the idea before it can even leave your tongue. 

They mix like oil and water. 

It's weird the way you can pick out the notes of alcohol on her breath– even from this distance. The fruity tang of a Wumpa Shake to the smooth glide of a Super Slide. 

Again, she's getting way too comfortable knowing that you're the one who has to drive her back to the dorm. 

Is this how Karina feels whenever you call her at some god forsaken hour? 

… You should be nicer to her. 

Though part of you loathes the idea of being alone with her especially in your current state. 

Caesar would give you no mercy if something were to transpire between you and his girlfriend. 

"You know I could talk to her about it," there's a softness to her otherwise beady eyes, as liquor flows through her lips. There's a dainty elegance to the way her lips purse, her fingers dance across her straw eliciting a soft mixing stir of her drink. 

All it was missing was a small umbrella really, though as you notice the collecting pile on the bar… Crash probably gave up on the decorative element. 

Still, part of you winces at the way she's able to peek past the curtain of your mind for but the briefest moments. 

It was probably best she didn't look too deep. 

"Huh?" is all you can manage, a whispered echo despite your best intentions. 

She clings tight to your words, able to parse them with a gentle ease even in the eves of overstimulating neon lights and alcohol-induced haze. 

Maybe that was just you? 

She smiles, the kind that feels reserved just for you, the real you. It's odd to feel vulnerable underneath layers of lies, jokes, countless personas and more lies. 

An innumerable legion at this point– It's the only way to keep up with your father. 

"She's into you B" That's the real sticking point isn't it? The way your middle initial peels off tongue, the way it scintillates with a knowing edge. 

A reminder that she knows you more than you remember. 

But you know her too, somehow. 

The flicker flames of a smirk is but smoke and mirrors against the solemn glint in her eyes. 

"We should get you home, Yeji's probably worried about you."

It doesn't quite click right… At least not straight away, though you could, should blame the poison in your own veins for that one. 

Her hazel warmth nestled against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist with an almost desperate tightness. 

Though you're probably making that last part up, too much media does rot the brain after all. Still the student council president being into the weird kid is an interesting bit of brain rot. 

Yet as you peer down at the familiar leather jacket keeping her warm, it's easy to admit that the delinquent, president trope is a lot better. 

If only your best friend was smoother. 

Yet it's that very poison that slushes through your skin, dampening the cold edge of the night air that bites against your skin. 

You're drunk driving. 

Your bike obeys you as you pull over, there’s a steadiness unlike the darkened edges of your vision, as your brain basically stumbles against itself as you park. 

Kickstand, that's your first thought held underneath the amber glow of a street light, the only other witness to the crime that is the two of you. 

Your feet grit against loose specks of gravel and asphalt. 

"What's wrong with you?" 

So many, many things. Your fingers fight through your own unfamiliar jacket snatching at an equally unfamiliar vice. 

Cigarettes. 

It'd be weird to cross that line in front of her– Part of you wants to assume she's a goody two-shoes like her title implies but you know better unlike Mateo. 

It's not his fault, he's the new kid. 

Even if you didn't, liquor still clings to her breath as she peers up at you with a clocked eyebrow. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Somehow… impossibly so, your voice is softer than you expect, the expletive a mere garnish on top of the sentence. 

"What do you mean?" Her head tilts to the side, her eyes soft and glassy against the amber hue of the street light and the soft glow of the moon that barely peeks through it all. 

Your finger bounces against your brow as your cigarette rests against your lips. "I'm drunk, Jungeun… Like really drunk-" 

And you're worried. Worried for her of all people, worried what her mother would think, it clings and trembles against your breath and down your fingers. 

Maybe that was the first crack in your porcelain mask, a persona you don't even remember adopting. 

You pull at your lighter and ignite, maybe the smoke can fill the gaps in it all?

It's a disgruntled huff that leaves your lips first, quickly replaced with an intake of cigarette smoke and nicotine, it buzzes and dances against the alcohol in your veins, bouncing with a vibrant easing joy. 

A slow release as smoke drifts and sails through the air, you can see why Mateo enjoys it. 

Her hands are soft against yours, looping two fingers around your pinky. 

"I trust you."

There's something unspoken in the slow drift in her voice, something you can't quite pluck out. It's firm and resolute, familiar like the crest of sunshine against your skin, yet foreign like memories from another life. 

It's warm, the fluttering feeling in your chest. She doesn't know better, doesn't know the things you know. 

Pure blind faith in you. 

After all, how could she know about your bike being some freak science project from one of the sci fi movies your mother loves so much? 

There's that glint in her eye, the kind that cuts through the softness with an analytical edge. 

"Your driving does seem a bit mechanical though."

Another flared smirk, cocky and daring, pleased with another peak behind the curtains. 

You scoff, painting the crisp night air with plumes of smoke. 

The moment is gone, if it was ever there. 

Forget anything that lingers in your chest, any nestled embers that threaten to ignite against even just a spark, just the idea she has a soft spot for you. 

Why would she hangout with you of all people anyway? 

You shelter yourself with a cocky smirk, the weapon of choice for your persona of the night, a facsimile of when you used to be popular with some inspiration from how Mateo can seem. 

At least on first glance. 

"How are you and Mateo?" 

There's a flicker in her eye, that's a loaded question and part of you can't help but feel a ripple of joy. Still, you of all people can pick apart the evidence, the slight click of her tongue, the briefest tug of a frown at the corner of her lips. 

Yet, you still lie, like you don't know the twisting corridors of her brain intimately.

"I figured he was doing well since you guys looked like you had a decent conversation at Zorro's…” You gesture at the jacket with your stick of cancer. “Hell, you're even wearing his jacket."

It's odd though, the instinctual way you can peel back her persona and all her would be lies. 

Even if you don't have proof. 

Though, that's what lends credence to the word instinct after all. 

There's a roll of her eyes and a pointed swivel. 

You fight back the chuckle that buckles against your lips as she almost shrinks into his leather jacket. 

"He's… got a lot to make up for."

It's hard to keep up with all the whispering ghosts, the strained emotions that dance through her eyes under the amber flicker of the street light. 

But there's one that sticks out the most, as it dances to and fro. 

Hurt, it glimmers as moonlight pierces through amber hues. A lake forgotten with time. 

"There's only so long before he gives up… Like everyone else." There's a deep breath, it racks against stressed pain like the sharp edge of a knife. "Plus, I told him I have feelings for someone else."

There's a look of recognition as she looks up at you, nestled in layered warmth. It's another crack in your veneer as you fight so desperately to hold the mask tight. 

It's a weird dance, to hold a mask as a shield, as your instincts bleed against your mind. 

You have no proof, but you know who. 

"Surely, he's still willing to put in the effort… Even if the cards are stacked against him."

Still the mask crumbles slowly against the ebb and flow of empathy. He wouldn't be the first to give up at the first sign of difficulty after all, that much even you remember. 

Despite everything between the two of you… She deserves the effort. 

But he wouldn't, you're sure of it. After all, he still fights tooth and nail against Caesar whenever he's in a mood. 

Only the soft after midnight breeze crests the silence between the two of you, liquor clings tights against you with a warm embrace, a magnanimous shield. 

It's easy to catch the question on the edge of her lips, still it's hard to tell if it's a sharpened blade or a humble gift. 

It's the soft click of her tongue that pulls it back, it's a flared brow that spurs it forward like a rampant beast. 

"Figured out who made you chocolate for Valentine's day?" 

It's an afterthought compared to your newfound responsibility. 

"Nope." 

Not definitively at least, more just gut feelings and wishful thinking. 

"Not even just a little bit curious?" 

It's hard to pick apart her expression as it's dyed under amber hues, a raised eyebrow and a glint of curiosity. Her lips tighten ever so slightly, rolling to one side in a roiling wave. 

"Miss Esperanza gave me a list of suspects," there's a flash of intrigue, drawn to the pulse of your gossip. 

It's hard to ignore the way you feel the air practically sizzle when she strays close to you, hanging on to your silence, hungry and eager. 

If there was one thing that kept Angelview High going it was gossip. Still you couldn't deny the feeling of joy that plucked at the edge of your brain, to coax her with gossip… just to snip it away. 

"...But I haven't had the time to look into it, not with the attack that happened yesterday."

There's a flare of annoyance, as her eyebrow twitches, calculating if you were even worth hanging out with before her mind trails off, lost in thought. 

There's an odd vacancy in her eyes, like trying to peer through a fog during a stormy night. 

"... Yesterday?" Her eyebrows tighten, her voice nothing but a troubled, shivering whisper.

It's cold you realise, you're not drunk enough to ignore that even in the whispering dark as instinct takes hold. It makes it all the much harder to ignore the warmth you feel cresting up your hand and into your chest as you hold her hand in yours. 

You take another drag of your cigarette, placing a trinket in her palm; small, in the shape of a bat. It's edgy, vampiric even, a complete tonal clash against the student council, drama club queen you'd grown to know or remember in your case.

But it is hers nonetheless, it's soft, the way the fog dissipates from her eyes, replaced with a soft tender bloom. 

Her shoulders loosen, melting away waves of tight tension as she releases a soft sigh. 

She's… different in that moment, your mind clings to the word iridescent as if that could truly describe even a semblance of it all. 

But it doesn't, it can't after all. 

How can one word even articulate the way her smile drifts between the soft moonlight glow and the warmth of nestled amber streetlight. 

Her eyes shift from the trinket to you, it's a soft invisible pull as laughter trickles from her lips.

It's weird, but in a good way. The kind of way that makes you smile unconsciously in her presence and part of you wants to hate it. 

But it feels natural. 

Instinctual. 

Real. 

Her laughter fades, slumbering into a soft smile - wistful and melancholic as her eyes linger once again on the trinket. 

"Man, this is either gonna be really sad or really funny." Her grip tightens against it as if it would turn to sand if she didn't. 

It's easy to get lost in her eyes as she returns her gaze to you, gone is the frenetic tension, enveloped in a patient warmth. 

A bonfire on a cold night. 

"What do you mean?" It's a stupid question, you can feel that. It's a familiar pluck at the back of your brain, still the words leave all the same. 

She smiles softly, a tender hug to hold the moment, her eyes linger even as her head tilts to the side. 

You don't know why, but it reminds you of sunflowers and yesteryears, crested with the dew of forgotten, child-like promises.

"You know the rules of the game, I…" Her eyebrows knit together. "She won't remember what we talk about, not when you take the trinket back."

And you have to, those are the rules. 

There's an unexplainable smoothness to the way she shuffles next to you using your bike as a makeshift bench. 

You hate the way you trace every movement, every moment as her eyes drift up towards the moon. 

A joke comes to mind, Karina said it best. 

"Is this where you tell me, the moon is beautiful isn't it?" 

It's warm in those moments, the way she turns back to you a smile, so deep and sincere you can see it in her eyes. 

Still it does nothing against the turmoil in your chest, the warmth of the sun suffocating against thick storm clouds. 

It's wrong, you remind yourself. 

It's wrong to share these intimate quiet moments, to feel the bloom of something more in your chest. 

To feel so effortlessly yourself… 

To feel safe. 

After all, Mateo has expressed his interest in her and you could see it, you really could. 

You stoked the flames in his chest, pushed him towards her… Because you believed in him. 

Even in spite of those brief moments at the observatory–You gave him the right nudges here and there, your best attempts to keep him on the best track. 

Your grip tightens against your cigarette, against the worn leather seat of your bike. 

The delinquent and the student council president is a better story. You could imagine the drift of cigarette smoke past his lips slowly twisting through hers. 

"Why?" It cuts like a knife through it all, you fight against the bile that threatens your throat. 

You take a drag, feign ignorance against the thoughts that cloud your mind, cock an eyebrow. 

"Why, what?" 

There's a softened, slightly folded frown pressed into the corner of her lips. 

"Why would he think it's actually me?" 

It's a hard fight, fought tooth and nail, to not join up in arms, to denounce him as another stupid hopefu-

"I think…" Your lips purse, tightening against the little knot of anxiety caught in your throat, finger bouncing against your brow as plumes of smoke drift slowly through the cold crisp air. 

"It's not about thinking she was you, but wanting her to be."

You hate the way she gazes at you, takes in every word with those soft moonlit eyes. The way it tightens that knot in your throat with every passing glance. 

Still, she scoffs, rolls her eyes at the idea. 

"So you're saying you don't like the idea of the bad boy and the goody two shoes?" 

It's that glimmer in her eyes that tells you it's all for show, an exaggerated performance just for you, as her arms cross and her eyes roll, a huff at the edge of her lips. 

"What makes it so good huh?" Her voice whines like the crinkling of foil, still it plucks the right notes to write the beginnings of a smile on your face. 

Try as you might to hide it with another drag of a cigarette. You nearly choke on fumes embattled on the edge of laughter. 

"Well," it's hard to articulate against the bubbling bloom in your veins held under her gaze. 

Corruption isn't the word you want to use, but it's close enough, the right fuel to ignite a fire. 

"It's about rubbing off on each other, really." You offer a scuffed smirk, scraped by the huff of a thought against plumes of smoke. "It's the peak of opposites attract isn't it?" 

You hold the cigarette aloft between two fingers, smoke drifts and flows through the night air, hot orange burns against the ashy tip. 

A torch by any other name. 

"I guess the cigarette signifies the point of no return."

Her head lists to the side peering past the cigarette, it's hard to fight the focus she pulls from you; her soft eyes, entrancing and safe. 

Maybe that's what scares you, more than the unknown, more than being wrong. 

It's being right. 

Again, it's just instinctual. 

She holds her hand out, a smile playing against her teeth. 

"Pass it here." 

It's odd, really it is. The confident ease in which her grip ghosts over your own, the way she plucks the vice away against her own lips. 

It's hard to ignore the way your jaw slackens ever so slightly, surprised at her sheer audacity, too used to a dance of lies and shielded personas. 

It's irresistible and you hate it—for arguably the millionth time—the way she smiles so genuinely that it reaches her eyes. It's oddly endearing the way she shifts under your gaze, akin to trying different poses in a photo booth. 

It's natural the way a smile creeps slowly on to your lips. 

There's a cheeky, calculated glint in her eye. 

She flashes a smile, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. Plumes of smoke drift past her lips before buffeting you in the face with a focused assault… Or at least it would've been. 

She's nothing but sputtering coughs as smoke parts her lips in choked spurts. Her face contorts and twists ever so slightly. 

It takes everything in you not to laugh. You're thankful for the diversion, a shield against the lingering glow in your chest or even worse the sinking disgust. 

You really shouldn't be entertaining this moment, not with the object of his affection. It takes everything to reel it back, to take back the line cast on it's own whims. 

Still it's hard to ignore the devilish spark in your own chest, the one that revels in all the illicit secrecy. 

To feel special. 

Your palm caresses her back, rubbing against his leather jacket, coaxing out equals waves of sputtering coughs and gut wrenching guilt. 

She turns back to you, face scrunched in the disgust you can only feel for yourself, the torch of betrayal lingers in her hands offered back to you. 

"That shit is so fucking gross," her beautiful eyes still catch the edges of a disgusted wince. 

It shatters guilt like glass, she can't be into you. 

Not after that. 

Your mask slowly crawls back together, cocky smirk and all. 

"It's an acquired taste."

It really isn't; anything to burn the stress and guilt away from your brain. You cock an eyebrow, tilt your head to the side as you take another drag. 

You feel the ghost of her lips, the tang of intoxication mixed with sunflowers and the sweetness of… Ring Pops? 

Childlike promises. 

Plumes of smoke, hover and whisper through the air; a moment to spare. 

"You know she's gonna question why she smells like smoke."

There's a glint of teeth, enamoured and fun. Carefree and expeditious, it is certainly welcome compared to her usual tense and stressed nature. 

But you're the one who has to pick the pieces.

She tugs at the collar of her jacket, his jacket—blood seeps from your chest at another twist of the knife—she sniffs at it but you already have the answer. 

"Right, right."

You can't help the slight frown that presses into your lips, your eyes trace the moon and the stars. 

Anything besides the ethereal sight next to you or the bloody twisted crime scene in your chest. 

Her thumb runs over the top of your hand, pressed against the seat of your bike. 

"Come on, I gotta have some fun in her stead," she smiles that soft gentle smile, the one that articulates the swell of lips with a preening touch. 

You relish in her soft touch, you do… Part of you thinks you always have, no matter how foreign and distant the concept. 

Equal measures warmth and disgust. 

You roll your eyes, play up your role. 

"Alright then," another drag, the final one before it's discarded, forgotten into the night. "Make things interesting."

It's that subtle almost knowing click, the kind that registers on an instinctual level. 

She smiles with a knowing caress against your hand. 

It stings when she pulls away, finger bouncing against her bottom lip as she paces, eyes adrift in thoughts against the moon. 

There's a subtle dance to it all. 

"What if I told you, you survive in a zombie apocalypse?" Mirth dances in her eyes, as you can't help but latch on to the thought. 

Because duh, of you would. 

So of course you don't notice the small cursive joy that bounces on her lips when you smile, when pride echoes into your posture. 

Nor do you notice the flecks of sadness. 

You're too caught in it all, you don't even notice how bone cold your hands are in the fleeting echoes of laughter. 

"I'm sure you don't want to spend these moments talking about work of all things."

It's the swell of her cheeks caught at the mercy of her smile that tells you, convinces you of sickly delusions. 

She enjoys it, the way you see through her.

She's confident in spite of it, that's what you li—don't entertain the thought, the knife is in your hand after all. 

"She's gonna hate this." There's a pause, echoed only by the stir of cars through distant empty streets. 

It's a devious hook with only the most intoxicating of bait. 

You fall, hook, line and sinker as you push off your bike, caught in her orbit under amber hues. 

There's no cigarette smoke to keep you safe, to obfuscate it all. 

"She's gonna deny it, she'll lie until she dies but…" She smiles, pure and wholesomely real. The truth, a secret for just the two of you caught in this moment. 

After the dust settles. 

A secret just for you. 

"She's the one who made the chocolates." 

The knife in your chest twists and snaps at the behest of your own lies and propaganda,This is all for her, all for some sick joke that she won't even remember come dawn. To give her what she so desperately wants and craves. 

Her lips quiver, caught idle in your silence as her words struggle to form. 

"Like I said, it'll either be really sad or really funny."

There's crisp sobering solemness to her words, even as you taste the alcohol on her breath. 

Still you can pluck out the embers in her eyes, through the gloss of shimmering glass. The nestled warmth of something else. 

She smirks, it's barely passable in the waves of turbulent emotion that washes through the air. 

A memory comes to mind, firm and sturdy. It's weird to be so close to her, to have her soft gaze focused on you. 

It's unlike the moment at the observatory; an earthquake and broken heels cast in dim tunnel lights. 

You thought nothing of the subsequent fall or her trapped bated breath underneath you. 

It sparks at your brain, threatening to ignite it all. The way her hair fell in lusciously decadent waves against the floor, bathed in ivory light. You still remember those precious moments held locked against her gaze, the flare of surprise that burned across her eyes. 

You remember the way her face twisted away from you, spurred by your comment. 

After all, who wears heels to an investigation? 

Only now do you realise it, the nervous cherry dusting across her cheek in those painted fleeting moments, only now can you trace the beauty—

Don't think about it. 

“You know she’s gonna push you towards Karina.”

But it's hard not to, not when you can pick out each individual eyelash that flutters with every blink or the way her breath hitches ever so slightly when you pull away. 

For your own sanity… But it's already too late for you, the devilish whispers in your brain echo to and fro with an egotistic cockiness that's intoxicating. 

You nearly fish out another cigarette under the stress of it all, but you know the role you have to play… for her sake. 

"Is that what you want?" 

There's a soft glower to her caught against frayed streetlights. She cocks an eyebrow in spite of it all, "Me?" 

Her voice saunters softly through the air, your last chance. To be a good friend, to continue to be a good friend. 

No amount of twisted reasoning or lies would amount to anything less than betrayal of the most sickening kind. 

Betrayal of the heart. 

"Be honest and you might get a prize."

It's hard to ignore the way the power gets to your head, the illicit betrayal, the taboo of it all as you stray close to her. Your fingers play against the pockets of Mateo's jacket. 

It's made all the more intoxicating in the bristling cold, the way she shrinks underneath the weight of it all even with all of her confidence she is still just a girl in love. 

She feigns it all the same. 

"It would be funny."

Still she isn't strong enough, eyes shifting away from yours under suffocating silence. 

"Look me in the eye."

A deep breath, a quiver of her lips and a snap of focus. There’s something inherently soft and vulnerable held in the cloisters of her eyes, a shimmering crystalline prison. 

"I…" the undeniable shake to her voice makes your heart sink past the bile that builds in your throat. 

Your hands pluck at hers, pulling them from their nestled warm burrows, guiding them towards the skin just above the hem of your shirt. 

It's instinctual, a gut reaction to her hesitance. 

Her touch is warm, yearningly hungry, yearningly desperate. It's a blessing against the cold grip of the night, you almost lean in unconsciously. 

Despite the way her breath paints the air with an alcoholic brush, despite the way nicotine buzzes through the caverns in your mind. There's nothing inherently Sensual about the way her grip tightens ever so slightly, the way she bites her lips caught in the throes of the thought. 

It's a quiet, reassuring comfort. 

There's a resolute strength as she looks up at you, her voice still an uneven shaky quiver. 

"You have my heart, always have," she laughs, the brief short kind, where it's almost just an exhale almost like recollecting a forgotten joke. "Ever since we were kids and…"

Her hands twist and scrunch against the cloth of your shirt, peering defiantly up at you, the smallest smile etched into her lips. 

"You always will." 

You can't help but smile despite the pit in your stomach. 

"It's too bad you hate the taste of cigarette smoke."

Her smile blooms deeper, fervently so, plucking at the fragments of confidence forgotten at the wayside. 

"I don't think I'll mind this time."

[gowonders]

https://www.tumblr.com/gowonders/737933387270111232/this-pic-thinking-about-eating-lippie-out-and

HELLO? WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT I WILL PAY FOR YOU

sigh.. who would i be if i didn’t cave into loona asks? i’ll do it for free any day 😽😽

warnings: really just eating kim lip out idk… and reader has an oral fixation so bad >\\> n im high so this may be reallyyyy bad or good u. tell me

”y-you taste so good, jungeun—!” you whine against her, pulling away for a quick second to catch your breath, but quickly going back to connect your tongue to her core, honestly, you were too obsessed with how she tasted to pull away for too long. kim lip was pressing her thighs around your head tightly, her fingers lacing through your your hair, gripping it tightly to practically push you into her more. “doing so well, b-baby, fuck!” she says with a hitched breath. kim lip grips at the sheets under her with her free hand, her head leaning back against the bed board. “do i- do i taste so good that you have to hump a pillow? huh baby?” she asks, cutting herself off with mewls. she really did :( rutting your hips into a pillow as you make out with her mound, honestly, you could cum on her taste alone!

[triple-7-heaven]

Kill Switch III

part 1 part 2 interlude a/n: clarity; the good ending. or is it the end? reader insert and jungeun finally really get to know each other, but what comes next? btw, thank you so much for 500 followers, that's insane! pairing: male reader x kim lip; words: 4.5k ; categories: loona, kim lip, heejin, fluff, smut, angst, reader insert, motorcycle romance(lol)(?)

Sunday morning. Heejin shifted in your arms and woke you around ten in the morning. You brushed the hair from your forehead, stuck there by sweat. Jeez, she’s a furnace… The skin of her stomach was soft under your fingers as you ran them over her toned abs. She scooted back to press herself against you, and you smiled a little when she reached a hand back to scratch your head. A small guilt gnawed at you. 

Why am I in bed with this girl if I want to be with another? Doesn’t make sense…

But the guilt wholly disappeared when that image of Jungeun flashed in your head again.

Why should I care? She doesn’t want me anyway. She’s got a boyfriend already.

“Good morning, Miss Just a Hookup,” you said. 

“Good morning,” she laughed. “Sleep okay?” 

“Sweaty, but yes,” you answered. She rolled over to face you. Her hand wandered your chest meekly and yours rested on her waist. “Can I ask your opinion on something?”

“Sure,” she said. You stood and grabbed the note from the basket Jungeun had left. When you came back to your room, Heejin was sitting up lazily putting her bra on and checking her phone; you sat on the bed and fidgeted with the note. 

“Alright, so… There’s a girl,” you said. Heejin giggled in her sexy deep voice.

“Of course. That’s why I’m here,” she said. The way her eyes smiled when she laughed played on your heartstrings. 

“I met her while riding, lost track of her for a month and fantasized about her the entire time, then finally found her again, right?” you said.

“Uh, right. That’s sort of TV, huh?” she said with a quizzical expression. You nodded.

“Last week, she sort of ghosted me. I went out on Friday, and spotted her with another guy. Then she texted me really late that night and apologized for not answering,” you said. 

“Are they together?”

“I’m not sure.” Heejin leaned forward with a thoughtful expression. 

“Keep going.” 

“Sure. So last night when you and I were, uh, hanging out, the knock on the door… That was her,” you said. Her eyes widened. “I’d told her I wasn’t doing so well, and… She left a basket of snacks there with this note.” You handed it to her and she read it quickly. She leaned back and looked thoughtfully out the window. 

“Did they look like they were together? She and the guy,” she said. 

“They looked drunk; his hand was on her waist, though,” you said. Your heart burned.

“Probably just keeping track of her. There’s no way she’s with this guy if she’s doing something like this for you,” she said. “I mean, the thought, the heart by the name, ‘we should go out soon,’ these are all good signs, I think.”

Heejin gave you her number and headed out after getting dressed. You hugged her tight and thanked her for spending the night; the both of you agreed to remain good friends, benefits or not. What to do next..? You had to think of a plan. Build suspense. You’d text her to hang out, but not today, not tomorrow… Next week. 

[12:29]

chickenstripper97: hey, want to hang out? 

Jungeun answered within the minute. 

jungeuniiie: yes! what should we do?

chickenstripper97: it’s a surprise~ meet me at the cafe this friday at 5

jungeuniiie: of course! ♡

 Okay, perfect. The stage was set. But what would you do when the curtains rose? Would you be honest with Jungeun? Tell her how you were feeling and what you wanted? Would you ask her to be honest, too? Would you panic and bury your questions and your feelings and relegate yourself to playing a side character in her life? You wouldn't know until Friday night. And Friday night came.

The mirror saw about a million outfits that evening before you headed out. Everything had to be perfect. You brushed your hair diligently, and dressed yourself over and over until you remembered you could just ask Heejin what she thought.

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chickenstripper97: [image]

chickenstripper97: for tonight?

bunnybabe: very fuckable :-P

That's got to be good enough. One more time, you fixed yourself up in the mirror, then took a few deep breaths and headed downstairs. It felt like you were wading through molasses. The world was in slow motion. Your hands trembled slightly. Traffic was awful, but per usual, it didn't matter. You cruised around the standstills and got to the café quickly. But even fifteen minutes early... Jungeun was waiting there already. Her cheeks reddened.

"Why are you so early?" she asked while you parked next to her.

"Why are you so early? How long have you even been here?" you joked.

"Like, ten minutes?"

"So you were almost half an hour early?"

"I... Yeah. I missed you, I think," she mumbled.

"You missed me?" you said incredulously.

"Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh. Been looking forward to this all week," she said. The red of her face darkened. You laughed and took a moment to look her up and down. She was more beautiful right in front of you than your memory could ever paint her to be. Her hair was different; pink, now. That gleaming skin, perfectly blown out and shiny hair, dainty metal chains around her neck, rings on several fingers.

Jungeun had thoughtfully selected everything about her appearance today. If you'd been in her room one or two hours prior, you'd have seen her rushing around trying to get ready. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, the bathroom was a mess, and the window was wide open. She, like you, went through outfit after outfit, trying to imagine how she'd look to you.

Does he like low-cut? Or should I be more conservative? Would he like it if I wore boots, or sneakers? I wonder if he prefers natural makeup or more artistic makeup. Dammit, I don't know…

Despite Jungeun's incessant worrying about her outfit, hair, and makeup, you loved the way she looked tonight. Over and over, she caught you with your gaze lingering on various parts of her. Thankfully for you, she didn’t speak; just blushed and smiled to herself. You flicked your visor back down.

“I like your new hair,” you said shyly. The visor did well to hide your own blush.

“O-oh, really? Just wanted a little change, I guess,” she replied.

“C’mon. Want to take you somewhere. About 20 minutes,” you said. She slipped her helmet on and your speakers dinged to tell you she’d hopped on comms.

“I’d say race me, but I don’t know where we’re going. You should tell me so I can beat you there,” she said. 

“Absolutely not.” You started off and Jungeun followed. A quick glance at your phone; almost there. There were only a few moments left for you to think of what you’d say. But you didn’t think of much. Prepared statements and scripted dialogues never went well, and they definitely never told you what you really needed to hear. After parking you walked her to the elevator of the cinema complex and stepped in with a couple other people. It was a tight fit, and Jungeun ended up clinging to your arm, leaning her head on your shoulder a bit. Weird.

“A movie?” she asked and shook your arm a little.

“Not this time,” you said with a soft smile. The others got off on the third floor, but you nodded to her to stay put; you were headed for the roof. Despite there now being room for her to stand apart from you, she held on. Weirder. The elevator doors opened at the top floor, and Jungeun let out a small gasp. The cafe unfolded before you beautifully in the low light of the setting sun. Countless decorated garden boxes filled up with roses weaved between tables and chairs, couples milled about and cafe staff tended to them. Soft sounds of traffic, voices, and music weaved into a perfect ambience for you to feel at ease. The grip of small hands on your arm never lessened as you walked to a table and pulled out a chair for your clingy company.

“What do you think you want?” you asked. She quickly scanned the menu and gave you her request, so you walked to the counter and ordered for the both of you. Just a few moments and you grabbed your order, heading back to the table. Jungeun was taking photos of the view, the flowers, and herself. You looked down and smiled, then sat with her and watched her eagerly start drinking her coffee. 

“Where to start, huh?” you said. 

“I haven’t really thought about it,” she said. “Oh, have you been feeling any better? I know you said you weren’t doing super good.”

“Honestly, yes. You might’ve had something to do with it,” you said and sipped your coffee. She giggled. God, it was so cute.

“I wish I could’ve caught you when you were home,” she said. “I kind of wanted to cook you dinner.” 

“That’s so sweet, Jungeun… Damn, I wish I was home, too,” you said. Inside, you were racked with guilt, but outside, nothing showed through. Her hand crept onto yours on the table in the moments of silence after you spoke.

“Did you… Happen to go out last Friday night?” she asked quietly. Out of the blue… Her gaze was directed at the skyline, and she refused to look at you. You glanced at her, and nodded slowly. 

“Yeah. Just for a little. Why do you ask?” You spoke slowly. What was her game here? 

“I..” she trailed off. All of a sudden, a tear or two streamed down her cheeks. Surprise overtook you and you brought Jungeun into your embrace. She placed her hands on your chest and you placed one of yours on the back of her head; you felt her shaky breaths against your neck. Even more quietly, she spoke.

“I think you might have seen something. Last Friday, I mean. I hope you didn’t, but I think you did, and I want you to try to just forget it. Whatever you saw, just… Erase it from your memory. It wasn’t… It wasn’t what it looked like,” she rambled. 

“Wait, what? You mean-”

“The guy. The guy I was with. He’s a friend of a friend and I don’t like him. I don’t want anything to do with him but he always just… Gets in my personal space. I’m sorry you had to see it. It didn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything,” she finished. A deep sigh left your chest. The orange light was fading as the sun slipped away for the night. For a while, you just breathed with her. Her fingers traced circles on your chest while you thought about everything that had unfolded.

Should I feel guilty? Why do I feel like I’ve cheated on her? Is what I did with Heejin fucked up? 

Your final conclusion was that it wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t have known… And you didn’t belong to Jungeun. Not yet. A few stars came into view through the city’s strong light. You glanced down at her.

“Can I take you home?” you asked. 

“To yours?” 

“Yeah.”

“Of course,” she said. She sat up and placed her hand on your cheek for a moment. You leaned into her touch and closed your eyes. A quick kiss on your cheek snapped your eyes open, but she was already standing. The two of you headed down and hopped on your bikes to go to your place. This time, Jungeun knew where she was going, to your detriment. Her engine screamed and she left you behind, but you were expecting it. Inertia tugged at you while you sped up more and more to overtake her, and pulled hard on the curve. You loved the way it felt, your body forced to the side as you held on and pushed forward, and a split-second glance in your mirror showed you that you were still winning. The final right turn, your garage was in sight. And of course, movement to your left side as Jungeun overtook you last-minute to stop abruptly in front of your garage door. You coasted to a stop next to her and shook your head.

“Can’t just let me have one?” you said.

“Nope,” she said cutely. Bikes safely stashed, you headed up to your apartment. As soon as the elevator doors shut, Jungeun pushed you into the wall and kissed you. Surprising force came from her, and she kept you pinned for several seconds while her lips worked against yours. You took hold of her waist, and noted that you could feel each and every rib with your fingers if you dug them in a bit. Your thumbs rubbed circles into her hip bones and squeezed the plentiful muscle and soft flesh of her thighs. It was like you were tenderizing her for the meal you’d have later, and she slipped her tongue into your mouth while you worked her over with your hands until the elevator dinged. Quickly you detached from one another, just in time to bow to your neighbor, who was waiting for the elevator. Slipping past him you urgently hurried to your apartment and got inside. As soon as the door shut, Jungeun placed her hand in the center of your chest. 

“Is this what you want? Or… Am I moving too fast?” she said.

“Yes, and yes. Let me take the lead, Jungie,” you said. You led her to your bedroom, holding her hand, and she sat at the end of your bed. You shrugged your jacket off and hung it on the hook near the door. She watched earnestly while you unlaced your boots and stepped out of them before finally approaching her and unzipping her own jacket ever so slowly. You hung it up next to yours, then kneeled in front of Jungeun. Your hands ran from her hips all the way down to her boots, and started unlacing them. After they were pulled off, you began planting kisses along her clothed calves, all the way up, kissing her inner thighs, one side then the other. Her breaths were punctuated with sighs of pleasure, and her fingers combed through your hair to the back of your head where they rested. She pulled you towards her and kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your lips. Her tongue dripped with sweetness when it entered your mouth. The ethereal feeling of your tongues moving against each other continued for several moments as the kiss grew sloppy, open-mouthed, desperate; your hands grabbed at each others’ clothing, and you took her hands to stand her up. 

“Can I?” you whispered with your fingers in the waistline of her jeans, and she nodded. You unbuttoned and unzipped them swiftly, and she held onto your shoulders while you pushed them down. She stepped out of them and sat back down for you to give her legs more attention. Again, you kissed her calves and her thighs, now able to taste her skin and feel her warmth. Your hands, too, felt the warmth of her thighs, growing more and more as she became more aroused by the drawn-out foreplay. In a brave move, you placed a kiss on her thigh directly adjacent to the line of her panties. She took a sharp breath in and her fingers tightened in your hair, urging your head forward. Your slow tactics were paying off. You met the bottom hem of her shirt with your hands, then slipped them underneath to touch her bare waist. Immediately she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side haphazardly. It was difficult to hide your smirk; she was falling right into it perfectly. You let your hands slowly slide up over her stomach and tease the bottom of her bra, all the while continuing to kiss and lick her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, taking your hands with it, and her breaths quickened when you neared her core once again. 

“Please…” she whimpered. 

“Be patient. I was.” 

“Can I… Take yours off, too?” she asked whilst tugging at your shirt. You leaned back and she whined when your hands left her body, but she was happy again when your shirt came off and she could drag her eyes and hands over your torso. Perfectly shaped nails gently scratched from your abdomen up to your chest and shoulders, and Jungeun stared, mouth slightly open. Your gaze moved up to meet hers and she tried to kiss you again, but you stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, and tapped her hips to ask for permission to go further. Immediately she lifted herself up and slipped her panties to her knees. You finished the job of pulling them off, then parted her legs. Rough hands over smooth skin, and your prize was finally right in front of you. Jungeun was positively dripping for you, legs quivering, breaths short and quick. But you still couldn’t rush it. You massaged her hips and made your way up her thighs one last time before lightly licking her all the way from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris. The taste between her legs was even better than the taste of her tongue. You stuck your thumb in your mouth to wet it and then placed your hand on her thigh, beginning to massage her clit in gentle circles. Your tongue explored her folds and dipped into her hole, and you lapped up her nectar as much as you could to gulp it down. 

“God, fuck… Holy shit,” Jungeun stuttered. 

“You can let it out, you know. You can be loud for me, baby,” you said. “You taste so fucking good.” 

“You’re… Even better than I imagined,” she moaned.

“Imagined? Been thinking about this moment?” you teased. 

“Yes. A thousand times yes.”

“In your fantasies… How did I touch you?” you asked. 

“Mm… Here,” she said. Her trembling hand took hold of yours and brought it to her mouth. She took two of your fingers deeply into her mouth, then moved them down to her slit and encouraged you to push them inside. 

“Oh fuck,” she groaned. The slick, velvet walls gripped your fingers hard, and you curled them slightly in a slow rhythm to massage her from the inside. 

“What else?” you asked. You noticed your cock was beginning to leak in your boxers. 

“Ungh…” she wordlessly grabbed your hair and used it as a handle to move your mouth to her clit. You took the hint, and swirled your tongue around it. The combined stimulation of your tongue around her clit, the vacuum seal your mouth formed over top of it, and the rhythmic strokes of your fingers inside of her quickly proved to be too much. 

“Holy f-” she managed to get a word and a half out before throwing her head back and moaning without restraint. Her thighs squeezed against your shoulders and shook so hard you were afraid they’d spasm, she tightened around your fingers and a small rush of slick seeped out around them, and her grip on your hair threatened to yank it out. But you weren’t pleased with one orgasm for Jungeun; not tonight. Suction increased on her clit, fingers sped up their pace, hitting the perfect spot, and Jungeun stuttered even more. 

“W-wait, ah, fuck, it’s so much, oppa wait, fuck!” she nearly screamed. Her nails moved from your scalp, thankfully, to your back, where they dug in hard as she doubled over and came again, albeit weaker the second time. Slowly, you withdrew your fingers from her, and using your tongue, you cleaned up as much of her wetness as you could. You took her into your arms bridal style and stood up with her, laying her on the bed with her head on the pillows, then lay next to her and snaked your arms around her waist. She was radiating heat and still quivering. You placed kisses on her neck and along the ridge of her shoulder.

“Rest for a little,” you said. 

“Only a little,” she replied. “I want you to feel good, too.” 

“Don’t worry about me,” you said. You traced her silhouette delicately with your fingers. Trailing your middle two fingers from her rounded shoulder down her arm, moving them to her ribcage and following the curves of her waist, hip, and thigh, you gently squeezed her leg to finish it off. She turned over to face you, and kissed your cheek. Her hand met your chest again and she squeezed your pec, played with your nipple, then moved to your waist and stomach, nails raising goosebumps on your skin. Finally, she curiously toyed with the waist of your pants, and looked into your eyes devilishly. 

“Go for it,” you said. She carefully unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, and you stood briefly to take them off. Before you could lie back down, Jungeun had moved to the edge of the bed and begun stroking you over your boxers. It seemed like she recovered pretty fast. Hot breath overtop of your cock was the last straw and you pulled your boxers down yourself, causing the girl beneath you to gasp and instantly grab your shaft. 

“Shit, I…” she trailed off. 

“You alright?” you choked out; her strong fingers worked you up and down as you spoke. 

“Just… Yeah, nothing,” she said. 

“J-Jungeun-” your sentence was cut short when she took your head into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her tongue was euphoric already. She hollowed out her cheeks and moved down. Your fingers combed through her hair to the back of her head where they rested while you groaned and rocked forward. Her nose hit your stomach and she gagged before coming off your dick with a slurp and then rubbing her spit over your whole shaft. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” you asked. Your thumb gently stroked her cheek. 

“I haven’t done this a lot,” she said. “And it’s been a while, so… I guess I’m just nervous. And… I dunno. You’re kind of intimidating.”

“Me?” 

“You know what I mean.” You turned your head to the side a bit and gave a confused expression. She stuck her tongue out and grinded your cockhead against it, never breaking eye contact. “This. Is intimidating.”

“We don’t have to,” you said. 

“I want to.” 

“Lie back, then,” you said lowly, tone sultry, chest tingling with excitement. The sheets bunched up under her hands as she moved back and lay her head on your pillows. Her freshly pink hair fell around her to frame her face beautifully; she almost looked too beautiful to be ravaged. Clean linen. Musky cologne. Sweet perfume. Arousal. The air was thick but your hands sliced through it well to palm her thighs and part them widely. Already a small spot of slick had formed on the sheets beneath her. Softly you ran a finger over her dripping slit and toyed with her clit for a moment, then dipped your fingers inside of her. Jungeun’s hands reached for your thighs, trying to pull you towards her, but you wanted to take your time. 

Jungeun’s pale stomach and chest, laid out before you like an expensive meal, were ripe for kisses and touches, so you dug in. Beginning just below her belly button, you kissed your way up the centerline of her body, over her sternum, up to her neck, relishing the softness of her skin on your lips. Your fingers found her left nipple as your mouth found the right. She whined underneath you, squirming at the sudden pleasure layered on top of her endless anticipation. You licked her petite breasts all over and goosebumps rose in your path as the saliva dried. She managed to wriggle close enough to you that your cock rested against her soaked cunt. 

“Come on…” she pleaded. You relented. Your hand wrapped around the base of your shaft and you lined yourself up with her entrance. After nearly two months of hoping, pining, longing, misunderstanding, pain, and relief, you slowly sank into Jungeun’s scorching heat. All at once, all of your nerves were lit on fire. The noise that came out of her mouth was unlike anything you’d ever heard, she was rubbing her clit, grinding forward against your shaft, and gripping your thigh tightly; her eyes were squinted shut and eyebrows upturned. Her body accommodated your length well, and you were easily able to bury yourself inside of her. With your hips motionless, Jungeun essentially cockwarming you as you stayed deep within her, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around the back of her neck and buried your face in the curve of it; you felt her legs wrap around your waist. Now, with your bodies pressed up against each other, you started to thrust into her. Jungeun sighed every time you pounded into her, which you did with all your strength. Your bodies were completely intertwined, skin plastered together with sweat as you both exerted yourselves together. 

Jungeun moved her hands over her head. You leaned up and pinned her down by her wrists as you continued to fuck her, slowly, but hard. Pure ecstasy coursed through your body. She was perfectly tight; enough to really stroke and massage your cock, but not so much that you worried for her comfort. You let go of her hands to push your hair back as it had fallen over your eyes, and she took the opportunity to run her hands up your body and play with your nipples while you fucked her. The sudden pleasure caused you to grunt, and then to move your hips faster. 

“God dammit, Jungeun,” you sighed. 

“Am I- Ugh! Am I everything you imagined, too?” she spoke, strained and punctuated by thrusts.

“So much fucking better,” you said, and honestly so. There was no reality in which you could’ve predicted how hot she’d be underneath her clothes, as much as you tried in your daydreams. She moved your hands to her small waist, and you pinned her to the bed firmly. 

“You’ve got me close,” you hissed. Your strokes became quicker, grip became harder, sweat ran further down your back.  

“Cum, then. What are you waiting for?” Jungeun teased. A final deep plunge into her heat finished you off, and rope after rope of cum fired off deep inside of her. She tightened and shuddered weakly, closing her eyes, and you figured the warmth caused her to finish for her third and final time tonight. After pulling out you fell dead into the mattress. With a small giggle, Jungeun appeared next to you, and tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“Worth the wait?” she asked.

“So worth it…” 

“Can I stay tonight?” 

“Of course.” You configured yourself to lie on your pillows and pulled a sheet over the both of you. You reached over to make sure your phone was plugged in, then closed your eyes. Jungeun’s stayed open long enough to catch what was on your screen.

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What a specific user… She was tired enough to let it lie until the morning, though. She nuzzled further into your touch and let herself fall asleep against your chest.