#loona Jo Haseul

[yoohyeon]

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕝 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ! 💚

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[sinswithpleasure]

忘情水 （ft. 本月少女：黄珈熙）

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This fic would have fit better in Mandarin, but I lack the skill to write it well enough to even try. 

This is for me.

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Wong Kahei opens the back door to Within Reach, the bar she calls her workplace. The bar is almost full: 8:30pm—prime drinking hours—and the live band on stage right now plays something slow, romantic. Vivi has to bite back a sigh—working on Valentine's Day sucks when she'd rather be home, sleeping already. Her bills don't pay themselves, and here she is, out of necessity rather than choice.

It is with a heavy heart that Kahei heads to her dressing room to the back. She sighs when she reaches her room, the name of the bar engraved across the wood, her name beneath it. 

She's no longer within reach.

Kahei sets her guitar down, and she walks back out front. She smiles when she sees Choerry out at the bar, mixing up another one of her wonderful cocktails. 

"Yerimmie."

"Vivi-unnie!"

"One scotch, on the rocks please."

"Okay!"

Ka-hei is grateful for Choerry's bright smile. The world needs someone like her, someone exuberantly positive, someone as pure and bright as her who loves without question. Without people like Choerry, the world would be worse off. 

When Choerry hands her the glass of scotch, she downs it in one go. 

"You seem down, unnie."

"My depressed mug gave it away, didn't it?"

"Well… that, and you're usually never this gloomy."

Kahei thins her lips and nods.

"Another one, Yerimmie."

"Not too much, unnie. You still have your slot up at nine."

"I know."

Kahei sighs when Choerry pours her the second glass.

"Is this about Haseul-unnie?"

"Yeah."

Choerry gives Kahei a sad smile. She knows how much her Vivi-unnie hurts inside. Valentine's Day used to hold so much hope for her at one point, but… 

"I'll enjoy your performance later, unnie. Gotta get back to work."

"Go on." Kahei smiles at her favorite bartender. The younger girl has been much of a sister to her for years, and Kahei loves her as one would an actual sibling. 

Now, left alone with her thoughts, Kahei ruminates.

I don't like you that way, Kahei. I'm sorry.

Kahei swallows thickly at the words in her mind, the wound still just as fresh as it was a year ago. Wistfully, Kahei pulls out her phone and stares at the wallpaper on her lockscreen. Most of their little group's gone and scattered now—Heejin's a famous artist now, Jinsoul's a producer for one of the biggest labels in Korea, Choerry's bartending right in front of her, and Haseul…

Kahei's heart breaks again when she sees that pretty smile of hers on her screen. She knows she should change it, remove every trace, but she just can't bring herself to.

Slowly, Kahei nurses her drink. She's got fifteen more minutes to spare before her set comes on, and she takes in the atmosphere of the bar. She runs her gaze across the establishment—there are many couples around, as expected on Valentine's, but she notes that there are just as many patrons, if not more, who're probably just like her—lonely, heartbroken, alone. 

Sometimes, Cupid just isn't kind.

Kahei downs her drink and heads for her dressing room. Another ten minutes to her slot, and she has to get ready.

—

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the next act, Vivi Wong!"

A gentle wave of applause rolls across the bar as Vivi steps up to the stage with her guitar. She thanks the previous act for introducing her, and they return the pleasantries. Once her guitar's plugged in, she takes her seat in front of the mic and smiles as the cheers quieten. 

"Good evening, everyone. My name's Vivi, and I'll be your entertainment for the next hour. Please take care of me."

With a nod to her colleagues behind her, she begins her set.

—

Kahei begins with a few upbeat, romantic songs first. After all, most people do celebrate Valentine's Day instead of hating it like she does. She slows down the set later into the night when she approaches the last song of the set, when most of the couples have cleared out. 

"To all of the patrons who're feeling lonely, heartbroken, or sad tonight, I've not forgotten you all, because I've also been one of you too."

She's still one of them. 

"This song is in my native language of Chinese, titled '忘情水', which roughly translates to 'forget love water'. I hope all of you enjoy it."

She smiles when one of the AV staff flashes up the lyrics of her next song. Kahei's painstakingly done up a slideshow with translations just for tonight—no point singing the song if no one's going to understand it.

Kahei nods to the keyboardist, and she begins the opening notes to the song. She takes a breath as she takes a trip back through the swirl of memories that envelop her being, to the one name that she can never forget—Cho Haseul.

—

Kahei takes herself back to the first time she meets Haseul. She was new to Korea, having moved here when her dad took up a job here. She'd been so nervous on her first day at school, but when the teacher directs her to the only empty seat near the back of the class, she raises her head to meet a bright eye smile and a dainty hand reaching out to her. 

"Hi! My name's Cho Haseul, what's yours?"

—

She starts.

行遍千山和萬水

一路走來不能回

曾經年少愛追夢

一心只想往前飛

(I chased dreams when I was young

My heart only thought to fly

I've walked through mountains and streams,

my path cannot be reversed)

—

Haseul's pretty. So, so pretty. 

At first, Haseul's just a friend. A pretty friend that Kahei spends all her time around, because they're seatmates who live in the same neighborhood. Every minute of every day is spent close to Haseul, and Kahei learns about a whole new culture, country, and language with Haseul by her side.

A year and a half ago, Kahei met Haseul. A year and a half later, both girls have graduated, and are getting ready to move on into the next stage of their lives—college. However, they have a long break ahead of them before college starts, and that's more than enough time for Kahei.

A year and a half ago, Haseul was a pretty stranger. A year and a half later, Haseul is the pretty girl Kahei's fallen for.

"Kahei, what do you think about dyeing your hair with me?

"Come on, wasn't it what we discussed? Our shared sapphic dream to dye our hair stupid colours to get cute girls to look at us in college?"

Kahei already knows who's the girl she wants to look at her.

—

驀然回首情已遠

身不由己在天邊

才明白愛恨情仇

最傷最痛是後悔

(Suddenly, when I look back, [I realize that] the romance is already far away—I can't see you over the horizon,

From there I understand—in love, hate, feelings, or resentment—regret causes the worst pain.)

—

Kahei doesn't know when she started loving Haseul. If you asked her, she'd tell you she doesn't know. One day, she just woke up and realized she did, and it terrified her. 

However, there was a sense of comfort in knowing that it was Cho Haseul—pretty, bubbly, cute, fluffy Cho Haseul. The girl who's been Kahei's rock for so long. They were a package deal, a married-pair thing. Surely Haseul liked her just as much, right? 

Haseul, who was very physically affectionate with Kahei. Haseul, who was always the first and last person Kahei thought of when she woke and slept. Haseul, the girl that Kahei still spent day and night with. Haseul. Just… beautiful Cho Haseul.

And Kahei was going to make Haseul her girl on Valentine's Day.

—

如果你不曾心碎

你不會懂得我傷悲

當我眼中有淚 別問我是為誰

就讓我忘了這一切

(If you've been heartbroken,

you'll never understand my pain.

When I have tears in my eyes, don't ask who it is for,

just let me forget all this!)

—

"Haseul, can we talk?"

"Mm, what's up?"

Now's the moment! Kahei's so excited, because Haseul's finally going to be hers!

"I…"

Haseul waits patiently for Kahei. She always has. 

"Cho Haseul, I like you! I've liked you for a very long time! Please go out with me!"

Kahei bares her heart to Haseul, her hopes and dreams soaring in the sky. She knows Haseul loves her back too, there's no way she doesn't—

"I'm sorry, Kahei."

Wha—?

"I don't like you that way, Kahei. I'm so sorry."

—

啊，給我一杯忘情水

換我一夜不流淚

所有真心真意任它雨打風吹

付出的愛收不回

(Oh~ Give me a drink to forget,

Let my nights be tearless night,

All of my feelings lasted through the weather,

I can't take back the love I gave.)

—

Kahei's a pathetic mess. 

The heartbreak that follows drives her to do things she'd never do if she was thinking straight. She begs, cries, screams for Haseul to love her back. She even visits Haseul's house multiple times and tries to talk, but Haseul drives her away more and more in fear each time. Kahei gets increasingly more desperate—sending more texts, attempting more visits, and trying to intercept Haseul. It ends with Haseul blocking Kahei on every social media platform she can find, and her presence not welcome on the Cho family's residence any more.

(Future… well, present Kahei regrets the decisions she made then. She became a creep, and she still can't exactly forgive herself for that.)

Kahei is devastated when a letter without a return address comes one day. There's no need for one anyway.

'Kahei.

I thank you for your feelings for me, but there is no way I can reciprocate them. Not even if you beg and cry and scream. We need time away from each other.

By the time you're reading this text, I should be on my plane to the United States for college. I'm sure you knew that. 

I hope to see you in the future, when you're feeling better.

Goodbye.

Haseul.'

—

給我一杯忘情水

換我一生不傷悲

就算我會喝醉就算我會心碎

不會看見我流淚

(Oh~ Give me a drink to forget,

Let me live without the pain,

Even if I get drunk, even if my heart breaks,

At least you won't see me cry.)

—

As Kahei carries on singing the song, she's deep in her head.

Kahei feels stupid. Very stupid. A year has passed, and she's still hung up on… well… Haseul, sort of. She's not sure if it's her, or it's the regret that she became a creep. She's still not sure. 

Many nights Kahei has spent thinking about herself. She thinks about how she could've done better, should've done better. She should've stopped at Haseul's 'No' and let sleeping dogs lie, instead of trying to fix something that wasn't broken. Instead, she now leaves behind a broken friendship, and loose ends that may never end up tied. Kahei wishes for closure, for a chance to apologize, but there's no more chance for that now, is there?

Maybe she doesn't even deserve that much…

As the closing notes to the song float away, Kahei notes how wet her cheeks are. She takes a moment before she realizes she's crying, and she hurriedly attempts to wipe her face with her sleeves. As the bar patrons slowly clap, Kahei can feel how awkward she's made things. 

"Thank you all, and have a great night."

Kahei hurriedly exits the stage, and she leaves for her dressing room to compose herself. 

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When Kahei returns home that night, she still beats herself up for being hung up over Haseul, who's long gone from her life. 

Kahei wishes to forget. 

(Kahei wishes for closure. Kahei wishes to repent. Even if she doesn't deserve it.)

[no1boa]

heejin + haseul

stand still please!!!!

[mechaknight-98]

Surprise (NSFW) FT Haseul

Author’s Note: Y’all are for sure going to hate me for this one but screw it. Think of this as a birthday present for my first Concert Crush Haseul and my favorite photo supplier @blanceverlast. May both of your endeavors and relationships be fruitful and significant

The soft glow of the evening sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm, orange hue across the living room. Haseul sits curled up on the couch, a half-empty glass of wine resting on the coffee table in front of her. The room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The apartment is filled with little tokens of your time together—a Polaroid picture of you and her at the amusement park pinned to the fridge, a pair of concert tickets from your first date tucked into the corner of the mirror, and a small cactus you bought on a whim, now thriving on the windowsill.

Haseul's eyes wander over these mementos, and a bittersweet smile tugs at her lips. She picks up the small stuffed bear you won for her at a carnival, the one with the slightly lopsided grin. She hugs it to her chest, her thumb absently tracing the worn fabric.

On the coffee table, her phone lights up with a message. She glances at it—just another notification, nothing from you. She sighs and takes another sip of wine, the warmth doing little to ease the heaviness in her heart.

She had known you'd be at a gig tonight, but she had hoped—just a small, selfish hope—that maybe, just maybe, you'd surprise her. After all, it was her birthday, and this was your home as much as hers, filled with all these memories you had built together. But now, the silence feels louder, the emptiness more pronounced.

Her eyes flicker to the clock—8:45 PM. You've been gone since the afternoon, and she imagines you on stage, playing recklessly with your kit. A chibi sticker of her on the side to remember her lost in the music. She knows how much your music means to you, and she tries to remind herself of that. But the reminder does little to soothe the ache.

A small cake sits on the kitchen counter, a single candle still unlit. She bought it earlier, thinking you'd share it together. She glances at it, the frosting now looking less inviting and more like a cruel joke.

She lets out a shaky breath, leaning her head back against the couch, eyes closed. She knows you didn’t mean to hurt her, but she can't help feeling forgotten, left behind in this sea of shared memories while you're out there, making new ones without her.

Here's what she doesn't know. this "gig" you're at is secretly a surprise party for her where you somehow managed to get All 12 Loona girls and a couple of her other friends together to celebrate her birthday. The only issue is you just needed time as you were the sole effort coordinating this venture. So you needed all day to get ready. As the clock struck 9:00 you called Haseul. She wasn't picking up which worried you. So you did the "good boyfriend" thing and drove home. when you arrived you noticed the single wine glass in the sink and the Cake on the counter. you sighed but smiled. Always such a softie your little Seulie was. you go into the bedroom when you hear moaning.

you knew Haseul got "Excited when she had wine in her system but it was only one glass.

you walk into your bedroom where the moaning intensifies. you watch Haseul for a moment. Hungry, ravenous. you almost join her but when she reaches her peak you come down from your trance. As she relaxes she notices you in the door. the moonlight reflecting your eyes creating a ring of silver in them frightening her but also arousing her.

"Ah, Lance!" Haseul screams. you smile wolfishly.

"Is my little Seulie enjoying herself?" you ask.

"I thought you had your gig?" Haseul counters. you smile and say.

"Well it wouldn't be the same without you so come on let's go." You say.

Haseul pouts but relents. As she gets dressed you smack her ass and she moans and glares at you.

"Excuse me young man but if you're not careful you'll miss your performance," she teases. a hunger in her eyes you both share.

"Ah, I think they can wait for me you tease." Haseul smiles and then gets dressed before the two of you hop in your car.

The sky outside the car is a soft gradient of pink and purple, the last rays of the setting sun disappearing behind the horizon. Haseul gazes out the passenger window, her chin resting on her hand. The city lights begin to twinkle in the distance as Lance drives, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping rhythmically to the music playing softly from the car's speakers.

“So, where’s the gig tonight?” Haseul asks, turning her head slightly to look at you. There’s a small smile on her lips, but there’s also a hint of weariness in her eyes.

you grin, glancing at her before returning your eyes to the road. “It’s at this cool little spot downtown. You’ll love it. The crowd’s always great there.”

Haseul nods, her fingers absently fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She’s happy to be with you, but there’s a lingering sadness she can’t quite shake off. It’s her birthday, and while she wouldn’t miss your gigs for the world, part of her wishes they could spend the evening together, just the two of you.

As if sensing her thoughts, you reach over and gently squeeze her hand. “I’m glad you’re coming with me tonight,” you say, your voice soft and sincere. “It means a lot.”

Haseul’s heart warms at his words, and she squeezes his hand back. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

They drive in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the city’s skyline growing larger as they near downtown. Lance seems unusually relaxed, almost too relaxed, and it makes Haseul narrow her eyes playfully at him.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who’s about to play a gig,” she teases.

you chuckle, your thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “Well, I guess I’m just in a good mood. Got a feeling tonight’s going to be special.”

Haseul raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Oh? Special how?”

“You’ll see,” you say with a wink, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

you pull up to a small venue, a cozy-looking place tucked between two tall buildings. The marquee outside reads “Private Event – Closed to the Public,” which makes Haseul frown in confusion.

“I thought you said this was a gig,” she says, glancing at you as they park.

“It is,” you reply smoothly, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

Haseul follows you, her curiosity growing with every step. The venue is dimly lit, the entrance quiet as you both walk in. But as soon as you two step into the main room, the lights suddenly flick on, and a chorus of voices shouts, “Surprise!”

Haseul’s eyes go wide as she takes in the scene— her members, her friends, family, and even a few of your bandmates are all gathered around, beaming at her. The room is decorated with balloons, streamers, and a big banner that reads “Happy Birthday, Haseul!”

She turns to you, who’s grinning from ear to ear. “This… this was the gig?” she asks, her voice trembling with emotion.

you wrap your arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Yeah, I’ve been planning it for weeks. I wanted to make sure your birthday was special, even if I had to keep it a secret.”

Tears prick at Haseul’s eyes as she looks up at you, overwhelmed with happiness and love. “You’re amazing,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes to kiss you.

You smile against her lips, your hand resting on her cheek. “Happy birthday, Haseul.”

The room bursts into applause, and Haseul laughs, wiping away the happy tears as she’s enveloped in the warmth of the surprise and the love surrounding her.

The room is alive with laughter and conversation, the low hum of happiness filling the air. Haseul moves through the crowd, her heart brimming with joy as she greets her friends, family, and bandmates, each one offering her hugs, well wishes, and bright smiles.

Her bandmates from ARTMS are gathered around one of the tables, chatting animatedly. They wave her over as soon as they see her, their faces lighting up with excitement.

“Happy birthday, Haseul!” they cheer in unison as she approaches, pulling her into a group hug.

Haseul laughs, the warmth of their affection making her feel like she’s glowing from the inside out. “Thank you, guys! I can’t believe you all kept this a secret from me!”

“We had to!” Choerry teases, nudging her playfully. “Lance made us promise. He really went all out for this.”

Haseul glances across the room, where you are talking with a few of her relatives, a proud smile on your face as he catches her eye. She sends him a small, grateful smile in return before turning back to her friends. when she catches you staring she flashes you when no one else is looking. you notice she is not wearing any panties under the hem of her cute skirt. you fight your instincts and let her have this little tease for now. She turns back to her bandmates and starts talking to them again.

“I’m so glad you’re all here,” Haseul says, her voice filled with sincerity. “It means the world to me.”

Heejin grins, holding up a plate of food. “And we come bearing snacks! You have to try the cake. It’s amazing.”

Haseul accepts the plate, laughing as they pile on more food and drinks. “You’re all spoiling me tonight!”

“That’s the whole point!” Jinsoul chimes in, raising a glass. “To Haseul—the best leader and friend we could ask for.”

They all clink their glasses together, and Haseul feels a rush of emotion as she takes in the sight of them, her heart swelling with love for each of them. The party feels like a celebration not just of her birthday, but of all the connections she’s made—the friendships, the memories, the shared dreams.

As the night goes on, the music shifts from background tunes to a more energetic beat, and it doesn’t take long before Haseul’s bandmates start pulling her onto the dance floor. They form a circle around her, cheering her on as she dances, her laughter mingling with theirs as they lose themselves in the music.

Her parents and siblings join in, clapping along and encouraging the younger ones to show off their moves. The atmosphere is electric, the room buzzing with energy as everyone comes together, united by the simple joy of being with each other.

Haseul’s gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the sight of her loved ones all in one place—her family, her friends, her bandmates, and you, who watch her with that same proud, loving smile. as the emotions get to her you catch her doing a few erotic moves here and there when no one but you are watching. she's priming you for the absolute wrecking she's going to give you tonight.

As the song comes to an end, Haseul is breathless, her face flushed from dancing and laughing so much. She’s surrounded by people who love her, and in this moment, she feels like the luckiest person in the world.

She walks over to you, and you immediately wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Having fun?” you ask, your voice low and warm.

“The best time,” Haseul replies, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at him. “Thank you for this, Lance. I’ll never forget it.”

you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You deserve it, Haseul. Happy birthday.”

Haseul gets a little frisky with her kiss as she says.

"Later tonight mister you and I are going to have a little one-on-one chat," her implication explicit as she thrusts her tongue in your mouth as a little teaser.

you smile and bite her tongue gently before saying, "I will be ready," Haseul smiles before going off again. She smiles and moves your hand (discretely) under her skirt.

"Feel how wet I am for you baby," she says and you feel her legs soaked with her slick as she has you massage her for a bit to remove a bit of the edge and tension in her body.

"I am going to wreck your little cunt when we get home," you say. Haseul smiles mischievously at you before racing off.

she plays this little game all throughout the party leaving you hard and hungry for her. when the party ends and you go to take she takes it up a notch. As you pull out of the parking space having gathered everything you need Haseul pulls up her skirt and begins to tease her clit in front of you. She looks at you with an intense gaze of pleasure, hunger, and malice.

"Keep your eyes on the road baby," she teases.

your eyes stay forward and you clutch the wheel with a death grip as her moans intensify.

"Good," she says as she continues to pleasure herself and moan. All you can hear is the soft bounce and clap of her flesh as she continues her ministrations. at some point, you tune them out, and then later you realize they stopped. when you go to look over Haseul is asleep. you chuckle as you head into the parking space for your apartment. As you carry Haseul in you think, "Should I wake her?" you decide against it as you lay her on the bed, after getting home and putting her back in her pj's as you go to change yourself you hear a familiar moan and her voice say,

"Where do you think you're going we aren't finished yet."

[hyunin]

HASEUL | 240531 • VIRTUAL ANGEL @ MUSIC BANK

[blanceverlast]

if haseul invites you to a sauna session with her, would you accept?

(unbeknownst to you, she orders for a unisex sauna. luckily, she books the whole sauna; so it'll be only the two of you in there)

You better believe I would even accept if she asked me to be her pet 🤣 better question: what would I do in that private steamy environment with her? first is to set some rules, like no towel allowed! y'know so i can admire her beauty, and well...

super late to this haseul sheeeeshh 😩

[kazuhas]

prettiest smile in the world

[port-sever]

capa de fanfic: operação cupido (heeseul)

eu posso até ter sumido por quase 3 meses, mas voltei entregando beleza e conceito pra vcs (realidade do conceito: bloqueio criativo e muito ódio acumulado 😗💅), amaram???? caso se inspirar, me credite!

[dramaintherain]

HASEUL :: ARTMS ‘Birth’ ↳ behind-the-scenes

[luvsreve]

ㅤㅤㅤ ᰤ ⃞ 💿 𓈒 ✶ ۫ ᰈ ꯭ ֗ 𖥔 ˳ Ⳋ

ㅤㅤ ㅤ୧ ˳ ≛ ۫ ⌒ ⭑⭒ ֗ 🖥️ ꜥ 𓈃

[themoongirls12]

Haseul : Say hi to the fans.

Yeojin : Hi Orbits, I'm Loossemble Yeojin, please love ARTMS Haseul lots too.

Haseul : Oh that's right on point.

Yeojin : Yeah we should only use LOONA when we're all gathered up.

Haseul: Right... Loossemble, hwaiting always.

Yeojin : LOONA, ARTMS, Loossemble... please love us all. Always LOONA though, and you're all Orbits too.

[kpop-locks]

꒰ ˀˀ ↷ haseul; simple ”♡ᵎ ꒱

like/reblog | @chinzhilla-edits

don’t repost our work or claim it as yours

[pin-poo]

[no1boa]

haseul 𖡼

'dall' photo behind film

[mechaknight-98]

Dominant (NSFW) FT Haseul

Author’s note: Wanted to experiment a bit so I did a little something for @blanceverlast

"What do you mean I'm a surrogate baby?" I ask my parents.

"Well, JJ, you know we've had fertility issues, so we turned to surrogacy for help," my mom explains, but I narrow my eyes, questioning why this revelation is only surfacing now.

"Well, your 'mom' would like to meet you," my mother adds.

"And what does she do?" I ask, puzzled.

The plane ride to South Korea overwhelmed me; I never imagined my "mom" would be so far away. Yet, surrogacy can originate from anywhere, I suppose. As I sit in the back of the plane, my seatmate approaches.

She wears a mask, yet there's an enchanting aura about her. Smiling (or at least I assume so, judging by her eyes), she sits beside me. The plane takes off, and we sit in silence. Despite my efforts to stay awake, exhaustion eventually overtakes me, and I drift off to sleep.

Upon awakening, I feel a lightweight on my shoulders. I crane my neck to see my seatmate. Her mask has slipped down, revealing her face. As our eyes meet, arousal floods through me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," she says, smiling.

Enraptured by her beauty, I stumble over my response. "I'd love it if you bothered me. Wait, no... you're no bother."

She smiles and sits up across from me. "Call me Haseul," she says with a pleasant voice. I smile back, extending my hand for her to shake.

"JJ charmed to meet you," I reply. Haseul takes my hand happily.

"So, what brings you to Korea?" she inquires.

I hesitate, searching for an appropriate response. "Um, my surrogate wanted to meet me," I reply. Haseul looks at me, puzzled, before smiling.

"Okay," she says before taking out her tablet. I glance over her shoulder, and she catches me.

"Do you like Kaiju research?" she teases, having caught me off guard. Surprisingly, I enthusiastically replied yes. Haseul's eyes flicker with interest.

"Oh? Then look this over and tell me what you see," she says confidently, handing me the tablet. I study the notes and diagrams, absorbing the information.

"This is a new species of Kaiju," I declare.

Haseul looks surprised. "Wait, how did you deduce all of that from my research?"

"Well, the DNA sequence at the 8th and 24th helix links is wholly different from any other Kaiju in the same family. Plus, if you examine the dorsal plates aligning with the spine, there's an unusual vein structure depicted in them," I explain.

Haseul's eyes widen in astonishment. "How did you notice all of that?"

"I like Kaiju," I admit.

Haseul looks impressed and asks me to go over all the research she just completed. Over the next several hours, we fill the time pouring over her findings. By the end of the flight, we've barely scratched the surface of this new Kaiju she accidentally discovered.

"Shit, we need more time. Hey, when you're done visiting your 'surrogate,' come to this lab," Haseul says as we pack up. She hands me a business card and her personal cell number. As we prepare to go our separate ways upon landing, I notice a dark-skinned woman who sees me and says, "James?" I look at her before Haseul pops up behind me.

"Yuma, you know JJ?" Haseul asks.

"Yes, he's my son," Yuma replies in English before saying something else in Korean that I don't understand.

Haseul's eyes widened as she smiled knowingly. The two women led me to a van, and we all piled in. Yuma remained silent for a while before speaking up, "You're probably hungry, James. Are you in the mood for anything?" she asked hopefully.

I nodded, replying, "Teriyaki Chicken sounds great about now." Haseul burst into laughter, causing Yuma and me to turn to her.

"What's so funny?" I asked. Haseul responded between chuckles, "You really are Yuma’s son. She loves teriyaki chicken as well," teasing with a cheeky smile. I shrugged, and Haseul's smile softened into an unfamiliar emotion. I chuckle as we get the food to go before piling back in the car.

We arrived at the laboratory, and Yuma took me aside to her office. "You’re probably wondering why I brought you here, why I did all of this," she said with a crooked smile similar to mine.

"Well, I just wanted to meet you and talk to you," she explained.

"I carried you to pay for my doctorate in Kaiju studies. I read field books to you while you were in my tummy, watching marathons of Godzilla, and Gamera movies while I studied just to stay awake, and feel you kick. It made me reconsider numerous times if I should give you up, but I was in no space to take care of a child. So I buried my growing feelings and went to term, but recently I have been feeling this gnawing emptiness. Against my better judgment, I reached out to your parents to meet you. I just wanted to hold my baby boy one more time," she said, hugging me tightly.

"A baby boy who's not so baby anymore,"

Yuma said, and I chuckled at her observation. A feeling of safety washed over me, and tears poured from my eyes. Before any other words could be said, a voice interrupted us. A big, burly man entered the room and said, "Excuse me, Yuma, you are needed." My "mom" broke the hug and smiled at me.

As I waited in the office, the door opened, and Haseul popped in. "Oh, great, you're here. Can I get your help with something?" she asked with a mischievous smile. I hesitated but couldn't resist her, so I nodded.

"Good boy," she purred, and I felt a strange sensation as she kissed me. Haseul broke the kiss and smiled. "Good, now you're nice and dumb. I need your help looking over a few charts for me, and I need you not to overthink," she said with authority. My mind was left in a hazy fog as she led me into the room.

I put my headphones in as Haseul sat at her desk and asked me to go over and aggregate some data charts. She handed me a laptop and an Excel sheet, and I diligently compiled and aggregated the numbers she'd asked for, going above and beyond by conducting a qualitative analysis of Kaiju markings and identifying outliers and notable specimens. When my "mom" came to look for me, I'd finished a substantial amount of work.

"Oh, JJ, there you are," she said as she entered the office. I looked up and nodded. She walked over and examined what I was doing, furrowing her brows before turning to Haseul, who was deeply engrossed in her work. A smile crept onto my lips as I watched her. My mom noticed and smirked before addressing Haseul, "Um, excuse me, but I think my son has helped you do half your work."

Haseul looked up at my mom and quickly apologized, "Oh, Mrs. Yuma, I'm so sorry, but JJ has been so helpful."

"I can see that. His notes on your compilation have been extensive," my mom teased. Haseul turned red but quickly pressed on, "It's not just that; he has an almost ocean-deep knowledge of Kaiju."

I shrugged, "I just like them," I responded. Haseul smiled, and I felt that strange sensation again, but this time, it was more intense. My mom noticed and smirked as we headed back to her place. On the way back, she asked me a question I 100% expected.

"Do you like Haseul?" I nodded, and my mom smirked, "Be careful with her," was her only warning. Sadly (but not really), I didn't heed it.

Haseul’s claws (she's a Red Panda Kaijin) were comforting and sexy even before she wrapped them around my throat. She started small with pet names like my puppy or Handsome. Then came some light flirty glances and touches. That's what sealed the deal I was hers. Her little pup to mold and shape how she saw fit. 

This all culminated in the day before I left. I helped her and my mom finish something and Haseul said, “Oh my little pup so dumb but eager to please,” my brain broke and I responded (thankfully my mom wasn't there to hear this)

“Oh please fuck me dumb. Mark me and claim me as yours Haseul,” Haseul smirked at me. Her eyes narrowed as her scent filled my nostrils leaving me lightheaded and aroused. She slipped over to me and sat on my lap. Her voice took on a Saccharine and lurid pitch as she spoke, 

“Oh my needy pup, what makes you think you deserve my touch,” she coos and I moan which turns her smirk into a wicked smile. If it wasn't clear to her before it was now. I am her little pup. I'm only hers to play with and manipulate as she sees fit. One hand palms my hardening cock and the other wraps itself around my throat. She smiles maliciously as my breath hitches and her control over me becomes absolute. She extends her talons enough to draw blood but my horny head only draws a euphoric pleasure from the sensation.

“I could rip your throat out and you'd ask me if you were a good little pet?” she said which elicited another moan from me, “Oh dumb pup I'm going to have fun training you.” Haseul gloated, as she began to stroke my rod.

As she did she licked my blood off of her talons the lurid sight drove me to new heights. After she licked the blood off her talons she licked my neck where she pierced me. I felt the wounds begin to heal as she eyed me with a ravenous hunger before telling me, open your mouth for me pup, and stick your tongue out.” I follow her command and she sucks my tongue while it's out before inching closer until our lips touch and devours me in a kiss. I resign myself to being her prey, she smiles viciously and then abruptly stops. My body jolts at her with a drawl of touch. 

“Later my puppy. I don't want you to make a mess,” Haseul replies. I groan and get up trying to relax and take my mind off of her touch

Before I could walk off Haseul said, “No stay!” I returned to her as she commanded. She smiles. “I trained you so well. What a good boy.” Haseul says with her most proud and soothing tone.

“Sit” Haseul commands and I do. She revels in her power over me. I'm just so happy to see her happy. 

“So here is how it's going to go puppy. I am going to not touch you for the rest of the day but when we get off meet me at my apartment and we will finish what we started,” Haseul said seductively. I nod and she smiles. We get back to work and she says, “Good boy,” 

After I finish my “work” my mom has to stay late and leaves in the care of Haseul. Before I leave my mom gives me a rather large sum of won and says “Treat Haseul well tonight.” I nod and we drive off. I ride with Haseul and ask

“You hungry,” Haseul nods and we decide to head to a nearby restaurant. It's a pizza joint. We get in and I sit with Haseul. I'm nervous as this is a very different level type of intimacy that we haven't shared before. I swallow my nerves and go for the safest compliment I could think of. “Your glasses are great really show off how your eyes are dazzling,” I say. Haseul beams with a shy smile. “Oh, so that's the way to turn the tables,” I tease. Haseul narrows her eyes. 

“Careful pup. I can take you to heaven tonight or leave you in purgatory,” Haseul says bitingly. I smile 

“What so funny?” Haseul asks accusingly. 

“Haseul I'm not trying to do anything funny I just really like you and no it's not just because of all “claiming” you've done. You're witty, compassionate, and gorgeous. Plus you like all the dumb stuff I like. Why would I upset you,” I reply Haseul blushes intensely before our food arrives. We eat in relative silence but Haseul makes sure I'm full and hydrated. She reasons that she wants her puppy to be ready for his walk. We entered her apartment and she excused herself to her bedroom before calling for my help.

And now you're all caught up

“So my pretty Firebear, what would you like to do first,” I ask. Haseul smiles

“Ooh, I like that,” Haseul coos, and our lips meet. 

We break out first kiss and she smiles before pouncing on me. She rips open my pants and shirt before saying, “Be a good little puppy, and let me ride you,” 

 

Haseul takes me inside her and my mind goes blank. She’s so tight. I try to formulate words but she starts to grind her crotch against mine. She leans in closer and says, “Oh my little puppy isn't so little,” I moan at her expert control over my body. Her touch is delicate but powerful. I watch as she sets her hands down and uses me as a tool for her pleasure. 

“How is it,” I ask eagerly to see if I can grant her higher satisfaction Haseul moans out 

“Oh God Puppy you fill me up so well,” I smile seeing Haseul lose herself to the pleasure. Her folds are soft and giving but viciously tight causing the friction between us to become so intense that I can't help but moan out as my mind turns into further slurry. 

Watching me devolve seems to excite Haseul more as she gets tighter.

“Is my needy little puppy gonna cum,” she asks I groan and she laughs, “Come on puppy. Use your words.” 

Haggard, I rasped out (in English ), “fuck take me. claim me as yours!” Haseul smiled 

“Oh I like it when you lose control and your native tongue comes out,” she coos. My cock swells within her as her pussy tightens around me. 

“That's right my little dumb slut to be used and abused,” Haseul said before wrapping her hand around my throat my breathing hitched as the terror and pleasure mixed. I couldn't think straight and just fed into her degradation of me, 

“Yes, I'm your slutty puppy. I'm only good for my cock which doesn’t deserve to cum,” I watch as Haseul's eyes widen at my words. she smiles,

"Yes You're my puppy who only cums when I want him to and you've been such a good puppy," she says moaning as I can feel her near her release. "Now Puppy cum with me," Haseul says while moaning. I groan as her words and her pussy push me to release. we cum together and Haseul Smiles.

"Good puppy," she coos, as we pass out

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