#loosemble x male reader

[midastouch-zaza]

Which K-Pop idols would love to have a really tall boyfriend/lover?

Like at least 1 foot/30cm taller than her.

[Today you all should settle with this fun ask. I've been all day outside and now I'm too tired to write. Tomorrow two double posts to compensate for today]

So, idols with really talk boyfriend? Here's my answers:

Yeojin of Loona

Size kink go brrr. No like, she's 1,48, even a whatever guy with a medium height looks like a giant standing next to her. The fact that she's so small makes so funny to absolutely destroy her during sex: you could literally ravage her pussy in the standing full Nelson position for hours without even getting tired.

Soyeon of G-Idle

Another very short idol, she's just 1,57. As the main producer and responsable for the success of her group, she would having boyfriend towering over her in bed, while stretching her pussy until she reaches for new high notes.

Wendy of Red Velvet

Guess what? Yeah, 1,59 lol. As someone obsessed with fitness and gym, she would love a strong and tall lover who can completely dom her in bed. Just immagine fucking her ass in the mating press, and her feet reach barely your knees.

Hwasa of Mamamoo

Thicc queen is actually just 1,55, but I guess her fat ass could be very distracting. Don't worry tho, once you're fucking as rabbits, she would forget her own height, age and name too. A decent height is necessary to easily wreck her asshole until she can't walk the next day.

[fillinforlater]

It’s that time of the year again. What are some of your favorite smuts released in 2023?

Monday of Appreciation: Part 104

Hello everyone, Smite here!

2023 is coming to a close and it's been quite the year, a mixture of "this is a bridge year for greater things to come" and "WE LIVIN' NOW MF!" What is a bit different this year is that the highs weren't as high and the lows weren't as low compared to previous years---maybe that is just me getting older, maybe it's hindsight. Either way, I'm good and this year was good.

But some things are more than just good. I'm of course talking about these writers and their stories that I have featured today. All of them deserve special mention, but I want to focus on two of them specifically.

In a year of great, fantastic and already legendary fics, these two stand out.

Without further ado, let's dive into the final MoA of this year:

-1-

@fanfiction4sooya: Can't Save You Now ft. Chaewon, Kazuha, Sakura

I- I- I just read the damn tags and new I one day had to give this a shot. ff4sooya has crazy ideas, futa galore, different dynamics and kinks, which is SO MY THING. This has Mommy and Daddy involved in an absurd (and absurdly hot) threesome that I couldn't take my eyes off.

Now I definitely need to read more and you should too because I bet there are a bunch of Masterpieces in that long Masterlist!

-2-

@iznsfw: Drunken ft. Olivia Hye

Is it really a Monday of Appreciation post without IZ?

Seriously, what this genius is able to cook up in a commission or in the currently ongoing (HYPE) IZ DAYS OF CHRISTMAS is absolutely incredible. We have long stories with in depth characters and love drama that ends not only smuttily but sweetly. Who the fuck needs books, when you can just binge IZ?

With "Drunken", they have once again hit it out of the FUCKIING park. There is never enough Daddy kink fics, yes, but mine seem like nonsensical cringe porn compared to this beauty of a piece. I love how it plays with my heart, no I'm not crying---okay, now that is hot.

Let me change that: there is three very fucking special stories today!

(I think this might even be better than Levi's Hyeju, wtf)

-3-

@cataboliac: Enkindle ft. Wendy

Firstly: I LOVE YOU CATA, BIG QT!

Secondly: "Enkindle" feels a bit like coming home, like a day in Paradise, like the one person that shines so bright in your life that you don't want it to go. And you know, that is the great thing: this might be Cata's final fic, the farewell, but not only is his life gonna be great and he'll be super happy - we also get to read this again and again, and I'm sure I will one day.

Thank you, Cata, for hanging around!

Thirdly: I'M GONNA KISS YOU, CATA!

-4-

@writerpeach: Delectation ft. Wonyoung, Yujin

1.000 Notes, and it's still not enough for what is my pick for fic of the year (FOTY? FOOTY? There is a scene like that, yep). IZ*ONE truly never dies, but it is IVE and these absolute super stars, bomb shells with flawless faces and different, yet irresistible bodies that have us in a frenzy.

Talking about frenzy, all those 30,699 words are a frenzy. I thought Peach would set it up with a long and painful tease that has us edging the entire time BUT NOPE this has so much fucking smut, so many lines of neediness and horniness, it is impossible to finish in one try or two tries or... I dunno, seven-hundred tries?

It's detailed, it's straight forward, it's sex from every fucking angle, I can never get tired of this. I will go so far and say this is Peach's magnum opus, the GOAT fic by the GOAT writer. At least for that day, I can say this without a doubt.

Peach, you are crazy and thank you for that <3

#PeachPavedTheWay #AnnyeongzForDaddy

[elryuse]

I hope you're down for more yandere contents........

how about yanderes Sohyun and Hyeju as tomboys who got love struck on a fan and their wolf instinct starts kicking in

STUCK WITH U

YANDERE TOMBOY SOHYUN & HYEJU X MALE READER

The fluorescent lights of the fan meeting venue buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scene. But for Sohyun and Hyeju, the air crackled with a dark energy. Their gazes, usually sharp and playful onstage, were narrowed in on a single target – Y/n, a young fan with nervous excitement shimmering in his eyes. His smile, shy yet eager, sent shivers down their spines in a way that no deafening fan chant ever could.

He was different. A possessive growl vibrated deep within Sohyun's chest. This wasn't just another fan. This was theirs.

"See all those annoying fangirls crowding him, Hyeju?" Sohyun hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "Can't they see he's ours?"

Hyeju, a feral glint in her eyes, cracked her knuckles with a satisfying pop. "Don't worry, Jagi," she replied, her voice a sultry rasp. "We'll thin the herd."

With practiced smiles and a sprinkle of manufactured aegyo, they weaved through the line of fans, subtly steering the girls towards the exit. Fabricated stories of exclusive after-parties and VIP meet-and-greets tumbled from their lips, their voices laced with a sweetness that masked the steel beneath. The crowd dwindled, leaving Y/n standing awkwardly, a confused smile plastered on his face. Perfect. This was their moment.

Sohyun and Hyeju exchanged a glance, their playful tomboy personas dissolving into a chilling facade. With synchronized steps, they flanked him, their bodies brushing against his, sending a jolt of electricity sparking between them. Y/n, barely taller than their shoulders, stumbled back, wide-eyed.

"Hey, Y/n," Sohyun purred, her voice dripping with a possessive sweetness. "Looks like you're all alone with your favorite idols now." Her hand snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. Her lips, impossibly soft and warm, descended on his in a searing kiss. It wasn't the gentle peck he'd fantasized about, but a demanding claim, a hungry exploration. He tasted cherry lip gloss and something wilder beneath, a possessiveness that both terrified and thrilled him.

Hyeju, ever the firecracker, wasn't to be outdone. She nipped at Y/n's ear, her voice a husky whisper. "Don't worry, little guy," she breathed, her touch sending shivers down his young skin. Her hand trailed down his chest, igniting a fire where it landed. "We saved the best part of the fan meeting just for you."

Before Y/n could stammer a response, Sohyun pulled back, her lips glistening with his kiss. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief onstage, held a dangerous glint now. "Let's get out of here," she said, her voice a husky murmur. Grabbing Y/n's hand, she led him towards a back exit, Hyeju trailing close behind, her hand brushing suggestively against Y/n's back.

The hotel room was a haven of plush fabrics and dimmed lighting. Once the door closed behind them, Sohyun and Hyeju wasted no time. Sohyun pushed Y/n back against the wall, her lips finding his again. This kiss was different, a slow exploration that sent shivers down his spine. Her tongue danced with his, mapping every crevice, a silent promise of what was to come.

Hyeju joined in, her hands roaming Y/n's body, exploring the unfamiliar territory beneath his t-shirt. A gasp escaped his lips as her fingers grazed a sensitive spot. She chuckled, her voice a dark melody in the quiet room.

"You're cute when you're flustered," she whispered, her lips trailing down his neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

Sohyun, pulling back from the kiss, mirrored Hyeju's actions. Her touch was gentler, a contrast to Hyeju's fire, yet equally intoxicating. Her lips teased a sensitive spot behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

They were a whirlwind of leather, lipstick, and possessiveness, each touch a brand of ownership. Y/n, overwhelmed by the sudden shift from innocent idols to predatory goddesses, found himself caught in their intoxicating whirlwind. Fear and desire warred within him, but the raw possessiveness in their eyes, the way their touches ignited a fire within him, proved irresistible.

Sohyun and Hyeju worked in perfect harmony, stripping him slowly, each discarded article of clothing a step closer to their ultimate goal. Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest, felt both terrified and strangely exhilarated. He'd never imagined his first encounter with his idols would be like this, but as their lips trailed down his bare chest, a spark ignited within him.

The room echoed with a mixture of heated gasps and frustrated moans. Y/n, stripped bare and pinned against the plush bed, felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Fear, confusion, and a raw, primal desire battled for dominance. Sohyun and Hyeju, their playful stage personas a distant memory, were a relentless storm of kisses and touches.

Sohyun, kneeling between his legs, traced lazy patterns on his torso with the tip of her tongue. Her voice, a husky murmur against his skin, sent shivers down his spine. "Don't worry, Y/n," she breathed, her words laced with a possessiveness that made him both scared and strangely turned on. "We'll take care of you."

Hyeju, perched on the edge of the bed, mirrored Sohyun's actions on his neck and chest, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that ignited a fire in his core. Her fingers, nimble and playful, teased the sensitive skin behind his ear, drawing a choked gasp from his lips.

As they continued their exploration, a intoxicating blend of fear and arousal coursed through Y/n. He wanted to fight, to protest, but their touch, a potent cocktail of gentle and fierce, held him captive.

Suddenly, Sohyun stood, her gaze unwavering from his. "Hyeju, Jagi," she said, her voice husky with desire, "Let's show him what Wolves is really made of."

Hyeju grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Always a pleasure to follow your lead," she purred, before leaning down to whisper something in Y/n's ear that sent a blush creeping up his neck.

They worked in perfect unison, one moment Sohyun's lips were trailing fire down his stomach, the next Hyeju's tongue was exploring a forbidden zone, sending shivers of ecstasy shooting through him. He whimpered, a mixture of pain and pleasure escaping his lips.

"Shh," Sohyun whispered, her voice strangely calming amidst the storm of sensations. "Let go, Y/n. Let us show you how good this can be."

Hyeju's touch was bolder, more demanding, pushing him to his limits. Y/n, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure and fear, found himself clinging to the sheets, his body arching off the bed in desperate pleas.

Hours later, as dawn painted the sky with streaks of orange and pink, the room lay silent. Y/n, spent and trembling, lay curled between Sohyun and Hyeju. His body ached, but a strange sense of satisfaction washed over him. He wasn't sure what the future held, but one thing was clear – he was no longer just a fan. He belonged to Wolves, and Wolves belonged to him.

Sohyun, tracing patterns on his chest with her finger, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Welcome home, Y/n. This is just the beginning."

Hyeju nuzzled his neck, her voice a husky rasp. "Don't worry, little one. We'll keep you safe. We'll keep you warm. But remember, you're ours now. And Wolves doesn't share its toys."

Y/n, staring at the ceiling, knew his life had irrevocably changed. He was a prisoner in their gilded cage, a possession they would share. But as he drifted off to sleep, a new sensation bloomed in his chest – a dark, exhilarating thrill. He was theirs, yes, but maybe, just maybe, they were his too. The future with Wildfire was uncertain, a terrifying yet thrilling prospect. And as he nestled deeper into their embrace, a single thought echoed in his mind: This is crazy. But maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what I wanted.

[chunksworld]

Office Hours

Loosemble Gowon x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | bratty student!Gowon

A/N 1: For @gangplanksorenji and @kaedespicelatte. Thank you Kaede as always for your input.

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“And the last step to solve this problem is integrating by substitution.” 

The red marker creates an audible squeaking sound as you drag it across the whiteboard, creating complex mathematical symbols and equations that your five-year old self would be confused by. The silence doesn’t surprise you considering how you struggled with this same topic as an undergraduate, you can only hope that the students truly understand what you are writing. 

“I’m pretty sure Dr. Lee taught you all how to do that right?”

Hushed whispers of confirmation gives you the cue to erase the contents of the whiteboard and to continue on with the lecture—with some students quickly taking their phone out to take a snap of the whiteboard. Take a quick peek at your watch to make sure that everything is right on schedule. You wait a few more seconds for any objections and thankfully there is none. Great, looks like you’re going to be able to go home early. “Okay good, so let’s move on to the next prob–” 

“Gosh, this is so boring.”

Turn your attention to the blonde sitting in front of the classroom. Park Gowon, a third year mathematics major who is known around campus for her otherworldly visuals—and more importantly, for being one of the smartest. Some say she already has multiple job offers from top companies but who knows how much of that is the truth. What is true though, is that she is incredibly difficult to work with, both as a teacher and a student. Her inflated ego as the smart student makes it a hellish time to deal with her. But of course since you are relatively new, you have no choice but to take on the task the department assigned to you. 

A disinterested look paints her face as she rests her chin on her palm, making it as clear as possible that she does not enjoy sitting in your lecture. This is not the first time she’s done this but it is getting on your nerves—she claims that your class is “too easy” and that she can pass with her eyes closed (which is probably true, but still). You must maintain your professionalism, however, you don’t want to lose your teaching assistant position when you only earned it last year.

Audible gasps can be heard throughout the small classroom as your other students are absolutely enjoying the spectacle unfolding right in front of them. “What was that, Miss Park?”

Every word that comes out of her mouth is venom and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. “I said this class is boring. There, happy?” Then a raise of her eyebrows, seemingly trying to urge you on. It’s working because you loosen your tie as you can feel the tension starting to grow. 

You usually tolerate her antics but perhaps the fact that you spilled your morning coffee is causing your patience to be much shorter than usual. Or maybe because the bratty, annoying look that she gives you every single damn time is starting to irritate you. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing that stupid uniform in the first place—causing your mind to travel to places it definitely shouldn’t.

You grit your teeth, holding yourself back before you lash out any hurtful words; she’s still your student after all and you do not want to involve yourself in any altercations. You will just have to discipline her instead and hopefully such incidents don’t occur ever again. “Miss Park, please come with me to my office right after this class. The rest of you may leave.” You don’t miss the way she rolls her eyes but you chose to ignore it.

The classroom quickly empties out and you begin to pack up your belongings and Gowon does the same. Soon, you are leading her towards your office; it’s at this point that you realize that she’s the first student to ever enter your office, which is surprising considering you always hold office hours every semester; would more of your students pass if they just reached out to you for help? Who knows. Maybe it’s because of that fact that you are just now noticing how messy it is once you’ve finally reached the small, confined space.

Paperworks are scattered across your work desk while crushed cans of energy drinks fill up the trash can; the dissertation that you’ve been working on for months is due in just a couple of weeks so you are extremely tired and stressed. You almost feel embarrassed as she scans her eyes with a disgusted look but you remember the reason why you brought her along in the first place. You close the door behind you and shut off the blinds as you make your way towards your chair.

“Please, Miss Park. Have a seat.”

She fortunately doesn’t spit out another complaint  as she takes a seat right in front of you. Her doll-like features are more apparent in such an intimate setting and it’s hard to focus with her in such close proximity, though that annoyed look with her eyebrows raised is causing your blood to boil once again. “Would you care to explain to me why you act so disinterested and rude in my class? Is it really that boring for you?” You try to speak to her in a soft and calm voice because escalating the situation is not going to help you or her; you just want to help her if you can.

But it doesn’t matter anyways because Gowon is not paying attention to you at all, humming as she casually scrolls through her phone as if her instructor isn’t lecturing her, as if she’s on a date with a guy she’s clearly not interested in, as if she’s a princess and you’re just a mere peasant invading her space. Apparently even talking to you bores her and it’s a major insult to you not just as her superior, but as a man. “Miss Park, I’m speaking to you.”

She continues to ignore you, deliberately avoiding your gaze as she would twirl her curly hair around her fingers while lightly tapping her feet on the floor. “Miss Park.” Your voice is becoming more stern, but it just makes her more stubborn as she goes back to scrolling through her phone. You ball your fists in rage, you may be a patient guy but she’s driving you over the edge. You can only tolerate her for so long before you end up exploding.

“Yah Park Gowon!” You shout, far louder than you anticipated which causes her to flinch—you’ve never been this angry before. You hoped that it would be enough to persuade her but you knew better than to escalate the situation and now, there’s no turning back. She takes a deep sigh as she stands up from her seat, fixing her skirt and checking her hair using her phone.

“If you have any concerns, you can just email me sir. I don’t wanna be here in your disgusting office.” 

She picks up her bag and proceeds to make her way out of your office but you stop her in her tracks just in time, barricading yourself between Gowon and the door to prevent her from leaving. You are going to get an answer from her and you are going to get it now. You can’t just let your manhood be insulted, you still have your pride and ego after all. Not when she already trampled all over your dignity by disrespecting you in front of all your students.

“No.”

Unfortunately for her, you are just as stubborn. And considering that she already pushed you to your limits, you have decided to play along with her little game—even if it may cost you everything. Fuck it, you’re going to let your dick do the thinking for once.

“What are you talking about, sir?” For the first time, you have the upper-hand; a cruel realization in the dynamics between an instructor and his student. She could only look at you in a mixture of curiosity and fear as she has never seen this side of you, and perhaps no one else has seen this side of you.

“I’m done trying to play nice with you, you’re gonna need to be punished.” You lock the door behind you and close all of your windows, making sure that no one can see the sinful events that are about to follow. “And as per university policy, it’s my duty to carry out any form of punishment.” You completely loosen your tie before taking it off. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

The request flabbergasts Gowon, though a faint trace of lust can be seen in her eyes. “What?!”

“I said get on your fucking knees and suck my dick, I won’t repeat myself.” You’re surprised by how commanding you sounded, though that’s probably fueled by the fact that you can’t think of anything else right now other than ruining this brat in front of you, maybe it’s because she looks so damn irresistible in that uniform.

Thankfully she obliges immediately, kneeling down as she begins unbuckling your belt but she struggles—whether it’s because of her inexperience or nervousness you don’t know. Your skilled hands are much quicker however and you remove it and your pants in no time along with your boxers and your fully erect cock almost hits her in the face, dripping with so much precum. 

She can only look in awe as those soft and gentle hands of hers begin to stroke you. Her touch feels cathartic and it’s causing your libido to increase, your busy schedule rarely allows any time for such activities so your sensitivity is through the roof. “Fuck, you’re so big sir.” More precum continues to dribble out with each careful stroke and she reaches a finger out for a taste, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. 

“If I just knew how much you were packing, I would’ve gladly sucked you off eve—hmph!” If you can’t use your words to get her to shut up, then your dick surely can. In one swift motion, you plunge your shaft into her welcoming mouth. You don’t give her time to adjust to your length nor to your pace as you start off with frantic thrusts. Fortunately, Gowon catches up to speed and begins slurping on your meat with hunger and even uses her hands to fondle your heavy balls.

“You’re not stubborn anymore, huh? Guess all you needed was dick in your mouth to be tamed.” You don’t stop thrusting in her mouth, tears falling down her eyes and drool oozing out of the side of her lips, ruining her princess-like image as she devours you. The sound of your cock hitting the back of her throat adds to the lewd display in what is supposed to be an academic sanctuary and it just turns you on even further. If you just knew how good those lips are at dick sucking, you would have punished her a long time ago.

Her lipstick has stained the base of your cock but you absolutely don’t mind because all you care about is how good her mouth feels. You grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail as you quicken your thrusts to match the bobbing of her head, using her mouth as your personal fleshlight while you continue to vent out all of your frustrations on her. And considering that you rarely receive blowjobs, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak.

“Gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum inside your mouth and you’re gonna take it all in you hear that?”

The built up stress of the past few months is released with an animalistic growl as you unload thick shots upon thick shots of cum down her throat, pushing your tip as far deep as possible while you hold her head steady. You lean your head back as your vision goes white from the strong orgasm, the result of such a heavenly experience leaving you breathless and yearning for more. You both rest in that position for quite a while as you recover from the intensity of it. Eventually your shaft begins to limp and you remove it from her mouth, leaving a string of saliva and cum in the aftermath.

“Fuck…….”

Without even being asked, Gowon opens her mouth to show the massive amount of cum that you’ve released, with some staining her lips. She then swallows it before wiping the excess using the sleeves of her uniform, then that bratty look shows up on her face and you are rock hard again in just a matter of minutes. “That was such a big load, sir. Maybe we should do this everyday to help you relieve it.” But alas, her words continue to affect you at this very moment, your eyes burning with even more passion and lust. 

“Take off that uniform now.” Another command that she quickly obliges to and perhaps she’s starting to get the hang of it, she should have been obedient a long time ago anyways. Your dress shirt was the only piece of clothing you still had on so you were able to get rid of it with ease, helping Gowon just in time unzip her skirt and you throw the flimsy piece of clothing at the door; not a smart decision but neither is what you are currently doing with her.

You always knew she had a deceptively curvy body underneath those hoodies and oversized shirts that she loved to wear occasionally but seeing it with your own eyes beats any imagination you had. Time is ticking however and as much as you want to appreciate her body more, you’re not exactly in the appropriate place to do so—the result is you stripping her off of her remaining undergarments and turning her around on your work desk, swiping the paperworks to the floor and any other obstruction to your goal: to ruin her.

“If you want this dick badly, I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna ruin you so badly you’ll barely be able to walk out of my fucking office.” It’s not a surprise that her juices are already leaking down her thighs, your words turning her on even more. “When you do manage to walk out of here, everyone is gonna know how much of a slut you are fucking a teacher in his office in broad daylight when they see my cum flowing out of your skirt, you get that?” 

You give her cute and petite ass a slap which causes her to moan; the reaction only urges you on as you bend her over, slowly inserting your cock in her tight pussy and you groan as her walls constrict around you, making it difficult to move. Her moans increase in volume as she holds on to the edges of your desk tightly and you have to place a hand over her mouth to prevent her from getting too loud—though inside you want everyone to know just how well Gowon is taking your dick. Hell, they could walk in and you won’t mind them watching you tame the blonde in front of you.

“S-Sir! Ruin me with that cock, please!”

It’s a good thing she’s already aroused otherwise it would take you longer to establish any sort of rhythm. A few more slow thrusts and you feel her starting to loosen up, giving you the green light to start pounding her instead. Look down and you watch how easily your length moves in between her buttcheeks, each thrust causing more of her juices to leak on your table as she tries to hold on for dear life. Not satisfied with the position, you wrap an arm around her body to pull her upper body upwards and press her back against your chest.

This allows you to inhale her intoxicating scent as you leave kisses all over her shoulder and neck, continuing your assault on her pussy and her moans start to turn into desperate cries of pleasure. The position also allows you to feel how amazing her body truly is as you give her breasts a gentle squeeze before resting your hands on her stomach. She’s so warm, so tight, so hot and you wouldn’t mind spending the entire day here in your office fucking her until you’re both completely spent. 

“Shit, fuck, fuck! You’re taking my cock so fucking well, Gowon. You’re truly made to be ruined.”

“And you feel so big inside me, sir! Keep fucking me, please! I-I’m so close!”

It’s evident with the way her walls are starting to tighten around your cock again but you are also nearing your peak. With both of your pleasure in mind you push her down to the table and bend her over once again, increasing the pace of your pounding as they become more desperate and hurried. The idea of any sort of rhythm is gone as the table start to creak with how hard you are fucking her. Sweat starts to drip down your face but it doesn’t matter, the only thing you can focus on is how her wet and tight pussy is going to handle your load.

“Faster, sir! I-I wanna cum with you!”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t tell me what to do.”

Your cock is throbbing violently and it only takes one, two, three deep and powerful thrusts for Gowon to completely unravel underneath you, a high-pitched moan so loud that someone outside will definitely hear it. She quivers as her body is laid completely flat on your table, hips pushing themselves back towards you as her orgasm continues to run through her small, tiny body. Her juices begin to squirt out of her pussy in a violent manner, completely spraying your table with her essence and such overwhelming pleasure brings you to your own orgasm as you empty yet another thick load from your balls, this time it’s going straight inside Gowon as every thrust pushes your cum deep inside her breeding hole. The combination of your juices on your table is definitely going to be a messy job to clean but that’s not your concern right now. Your punishment for her is not over.

“We’re not finished yet.”

You grab Gowon by the hands and drag her towards your chair. Sit down on it and pull her closer towards you, effectively making her straddle your lap. She squeals at the motion as you don’t waste any time and bring her down your needy dick, coated liberally with your cum and her squirt. One orgasm down the drain makes it easier to penetrate her this time around as you are able to bring her to your hilt in just one go.

“F-Fuck! Be more gentle, sir!” She wraps her arms around your neck and buries her face in it, her hot breath giving you goosebumps as her tight, velvety walls clutches your shaft once again. “I’m s-still sensitive.” But instead of slowing down and giving her time to adjust, you begin to thrust upwards at an unrelenting pace, wrapping your arms around her body as you press as much of your skin against hers. The squelching sound after each pump into her wet cunt only gets louder as more cum begins to flow out of her from your orgasm earlier.

“Shit! So fucking tight, so fucking wet!” 

Knead her buttcheeks as you plant kisses on the side of her face, the sounds of her cries of euphoria fueling you to chase yet another orgasm. Gowon pulls away from you this time, running her hands through her disheveled hair to fix it. The intensity of the session completely left her a mess and ruined. And yet the burning passion in her eyes is still there and they’re only telling you one thing: to breed her. You lean forward and begin nibbling on the porcelain skin of her neck, leaving dark love bites as she bounces intensely on your lap while you try to match with her thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again, sir. Oh fuck!” 

Gowon is struck by a second, smaller orgasm as she falls again into your arms, but the amount of squirt gushing out of her is still the same as it completely drenched your thighs. Your tired, aching body follows her orgasm with one of your own—replacing the cum you’ve left inside earlier with more shots of semen, wringing you completely dry and exhausted. Carefully run your hands through her hair as she comes down from her high, her breathing taking minutes to stabilize but when it does, she’s already drifting to dreamland. It’s not a surprise considering how hard you fucked her and how much energy she spent.

It’s a good thing you don’t have any more classes for today as you let Gowon fall asleep in your arms while you follow suit. When you both woke up, you quickly cleaned up the mess you’ve made in your office then brought her back to your apartment where you ended up having more rounds of intense sex. All it took was a quick nap for both of you to re-energize and you were already filling her up again, this time she wasn’t afraid to vocalize her pleasure as her screams reverberated around your apartment (your neighbors will definitely file a noise complaint). As expected, she wasn’t able to walk at all the following day and so you excused her absence. But it was all really just a part of your bigger plan…

Because you fucked her again when you came back home that day.

[wonxlvr]

Girl Code || L.HS

(plot belongs to @wonxlvr, do not copy, plagiarize, or steal my work)

— Summary: You, Kang Haejin, had the biggest crush on Lee Heeseung. He was smart, popular, handsome, and fit all the checks on your standard list. Everyone in your friend group knew that. Even with this knowledge, one of your not-so-close friend starting dating Heeseung. The breakup was pretty messy, but you kept finding yourself staring and even talking to him. Was this breaking girl code..?

— Pairing: Popular!Heeseung x halfpopular!fem reader

— Genre: Smau + written, angst, fluff

— Trope: Forbidden Love (?)

— Warning: Kms/kys jokes, brain rot humor (sorry), explicit language, your friend is a bitch, may write more if needed

— Featuring: Heeseung, 02z line, and Jungwon from Enhypen, Isa (stayc), Ningning (aespa), Yeojin (loosemble), and Chaehyun (kep1er) as your face claim, you may imagine who ever you want though!!

— Taglist: @belowbun @byikeuu

— Taglist Status: open

— Notes: The bitchy friend is my own character, she is not meant to resemble any idol in any way. If it seems so, it is pure coincidence.

— Update Schedule: Whenever I get motivated (will try posting once every three days!!)

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Profiles:

Profile #1: Alpha Males 🔥

Profile #2: Alpha Males 🔥 Priv

Profile #3: Stigmas (+ jungwon)

Profile #4: Stigmas (+ jungwon) Privs

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Prologue: in the making

rest are tba !! (Watch me abandon this smau 😆/ hj)

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[chunksworld]

Sparks

Loosemble Hyeju x Male Reader | Tags: (Fluff, Smut) | girlfriend!Hyeju

A/N 1: A sequel to Sober. Big thanks as always to @kaedespicelatte for beta reading this piece.

A/N 2: Happy birthday to my lovely wife. Hopefully her 21st birthday celebration is much more festive than mine.

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“How long do you think it would’ve taken us to start dating if it wasn’t for that party?” 

The cool breeze of the night time wind brings an unparalleled comforting feeling; the same can’t be said for your racing heart as she leans her head on your shoulder. The question floats in the air; a moment of silence and your eyes wander up to the night sky—far from the rest of Seoul; far from the bustling metropolis affixed with skyscrapers and the dreaded sense of urgency they bring. Another midnight drive out to a quaint part of the city; a scenic view providing an opportunity to take a wondrous glance at the skyline. The city remains the same. Your relationship with Hyeju, however, has taken on a new label twenty one years in the making.

She’s now your girlfriend—not just in your recurring dreams in which you envision her in your arms with the brightest smile on her face. It’s not just a wish anymore, when you would spend sleepless nights wondering whether you will ever get the opportunity to date her; whether you even deserved to get such an opportunity in the first place. Every single doubt and worry is buried with each passing day that you can call her yours. 

Hands intertwined not only to provide warmth on this cold November night but also to show just how much your relationship with her has grown. “I don’t know.” Rub her hands with yours to provide warmth though the running engine underneath the hood of your car you two are currently sitting on does the same. 

“A couple months, maybe? I mean you were making it so obvious that you liked me.” A smirk, then the stinging pain left as she lightly punches you in the arm—cheeks reddening which makes her look even cuter than she already is. 

“Jerk. If you knew then why didn’t you say anything, huh?” A playful glare from the wolf as she looks up at you but even the briefest of eye contact at such close proximities makes her extremely shy—which is ironic since she’s always the one that initiates your makeout sessions. Something about the fact that you’re not just her childhood best friend anymore but also her boyfriend is enough to spark the butterflies in her stomach. Years upon years of unrequited love and wondering about the what-ifs has finally paid off. But nothing much has changed between the two of you.

She’s still that same Hyeju you’ve known for the better part of your life. That same Hyeju that you grew up with. That same Hyeju that never fails to grab the opportunity to tease you; that same Hyeju that would always hold hands with you around campus; that same competitive Hyeju you only see during game nights; that same tsundere Hyeju who is so deeply in love with you that she was willing to harbor her feelings for twenty years until she had no choice but to finally reveal her feelings. The only difference is that she’s yours now.

But never beyond your wildest dreams would you have thought that you would be experiencing such a moment with her. You thought you would forever be stuck on the sidelines; perhaps evolve into fuck buddies and never progress any further than that. Or worse, she would find someone better—someone perhaps more deserving of her love and everything it brings to your relationship. But above everything else, you were afraid that you would burn the bridge with your best friend.

“Cuz I didn’t know if you were just playing around. Not trying to get my hopes up, you know?” 

A moment of silence fills the atmosphere once again, then you feel her lips make contact with your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Feel the subtle squeeze of her hands; her features illuminated by the full moon as she moves closer to you. “I didn’t want to lose what we had.” A deep exhale creating a trail of vapor in the thin air; her captivating eyes staring deep into your soul; a manifesto of feelings that leaves you scrambling in its wake.

“I don’t want to imagine my life without you.”

Only Hyeju can rip your heart to shreds and build it back up to complete functionality with one statement. Only she can leave you in a whirlwind of emotions with ease. A rare moment of vulnerability from your girlfriend; a side of hers that she only shows to you and no one else. More than the euphoria it provides, it makes you want to protect her with everything you have and to ensure that you will have more moments like these with her.

But the feeling is mutual. One month without her was already hell; and just the thought of living the rest of your life without the only person you care about in the entire universe is a punishment you wouldn’t wish even on your worst enemies. She’s just as important to your existence as it is to breathe. And without her, you are only a shell of yourself.

Rough, calloused hands make their way onto her face. “Fucking hell, Hye….” They shiver as they make contact with her porcelain skin; the gravity of her words and the wintry weather of Seoul makes it an uphill battle to maintain such composure. She’s never one to openly express her feelings, and it’s clear how affected she is by her words just as much as you are. 

Likewise you’re equally as capable of taking her breath away just as much as she does with yours. Mere inches separate the two of you as you lean your face dangerously close–you take this opportunity to appreciate just how beautiful she truly is. Not even the seven wonders of the world can compare to the sight in front of you, and you want to cherish every single moment with her as if it’s your last. That’s how much you love Son Hyeju, and she deserves to hear it from you every single day.

“God, I love you so fucking much.” 

A supernova of emotions, enough to spark fireworks in her heart. The trembling of her lips; the shakiness of her eyes; the light tint of red on her cheeks; the synchronization of heartbeats signifying a connection spanning two decades. It’s only natural when your lips finally meet hers, arms wrapping carefully around her waist while she does the same to your neck. Unlike your other makeout sessions, this kiss is devoid of lust but rather full of your love and passion for each other. 

The way Hyeju whimpers as you gently nibble on her lower lip–tasting her strawberry lip balm; the way you can feel her clutch her fingers around your neck as you slip your cold fingers underneath her hoodie to feel more of her; such actions make her even more resistible and you want to make sure that she knows just how much you cherish her, just how much she means to you. Even more so as you gently lay her on the steel surface, hovering above her as you deepen the kiss.

Whenever you’re with her, nothing else in the world matters. Not the fact that her parents don't necessarily approve of your relationship—they initially thought you two were joking around when you finally made it official. Nor the fact that your own parents don't approve either–they think Hyeju is too much of a “rebel” for their liking. But that’s what makes her more attractive in your eyes; the fact that she’s not like the others; she’s an enigma, your enigma. And considering that you two didn’t even think you would be dating, you could care less about their opinions.

Much more so when she’s squirming and blushing under your touch. Her addictive scent drives you crazier and crazier as you move lower to leave kisses on her neck, placing soft and gentle kisses followed by intense and needy ones—enough to form deep purple marks; enough to show everyone that Hyeju is yours and nothing can take her away from you. More whimpers and soft moans as you finish marking her, leaving her breathless as unfocused eyes try their absolute best to latch on to you. Then another tender kiss on her lips for good measure. 

Minus the sound of crickets chirping in the vicinity and your bated breaths, it’s completely silent. Silent enough for you to sense her heart that only beats for you. Brush loose strands of her hair aside; then she flashes that bright, gummy smile of hers–sending shockwaves to your fragile heart like it usually does. Lay down right beside her; feel her soft hand reach out for yours as you return to your original position fifteen minutes ago. 

Midnight drives have always been your favorite thing to do with her–even when you two were just childhood best friends that had painfully obvious attraction towards one another; and more so now that you two are dating. There’s something about the tranquility and calmness; the calm despite the storm; the added intimacy of being able to open up to each other without being judged by everyone else. But above all, you can throw everything else away and focus all of your attention on her.  

Just like right now as you both look up at the stars. Without the artificial light created by the skyscrapers, they’re much more luminous as they take sole possession of the night sky. Just like how Hyeju has taken sole possession of your entire being. She is irreplaceable, always will be. And even though she does not explicitly state it, she feels the same way about you. Like the laws of physics, such an axiom proved to be true time and time again.

First proof: senior year of high school when she got ditched by her prom date; you’ve never seen her so distraught yet look so stunning at the same time, especially when she spent the entire week talking about how excited she was. She’s never one to cry and to see her on the brink of tears as you comforted her on the passenger seat of your car still haunts you to this day. Needless to say, you spent the rest of the night eating a tub of ice cream with her in your apartment, trying your best to cheer her up even though it isn’t necessarily your forte—while secretly wanting to beat up the idiot that stood her up. It was at that point that she realized how lucky she is to have you by her side.

Second proof: finals week of your freshman year in college when she helped you with a statistics project that you procrastinated on for three months. Did she tell you to work on it early? Yes. Did you receive plenty of scolding from her? Yes, there’s nothing more terrifying—and adorable—than an angry Hyeju. Did you insist heavily that she didn’t have to help you? Yes, but her willpower is way stronger than yours. And with her assistance, you were able to finish it by pulling consecutive all nighters and passed the class with a respectable grade. In return, you took her on a road trip that summer where you made so many memories—a gesture that made her fall in life with you even harder.

A poke on your cheeks as she gives you another kiss on the lips. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been spacing out for like five minutes.”

“Sorry. Just thinking about stuff.”

“Like what?” She sits up and you do the same, feet dangling off the vehicle. 

“Like how lucky I am to have you.”

You don’t miss the way she bites her lips to try and hide her smile, turning away from you. “Tch. You and your cheesy words….” This is the fifth time you’ve made her blush in the span of thirty minutes, and it can’t be good for her heart. Flashbacks to your first date arises, when it felt like you two were just meeting each other for the very first time.

There was something familiar about her, yet so different. From the moment you two sat down at that diner you’ve always wanted to bring her to, up until the point when it was time to get the bill and she refused to make you pay for the entire meal. Everything remained the same; the way she laughed, the way she smiled that beautiful smile, the way she complained about how much her unnies teased her, the way she would carefully brush her hair to the side whenever she eats. 

Except everything else felt different. She would laugh a little harder at your jokes; she was more confident when it came to holding your hands; she blushed heavily when the waitress asked if you two were a couple—as opposed to her usual disgusted reaction. The atmosphere was different, much more so when she gave you a kiss on the cheeks as you dropped her off at her apartment. You might as well have scored a buzzer-beater with the way you were screaming in joy as soon as she got out of your car. 

“Well, clearly you like it.” That she can’t deny, though she will never admit it to you—despite her facial expressions failing to hide anything. 

Or perhaps not. “What if I say I do, huh? What are you gonna do?” Despite the hundreds of billions of stars that make up the universe, they can never compare to how much she shines. She may not be as bright and bubbly like Jiwoo and Yerim, or as energetic as Yeojin—but when she’s with you, she’s more confident and comfortable. 

“I’m gonna keep on being your cheesy boyfriend then.” A nudge of her shoulders; then she rolls her eyes. 

“Hmph, it’s not like I asked for it…” But nothing can beat tsundere Hyeju; when she’s at her cutest and most attractive. Even though the smile on her face negates any chance of you actually believing what she’s saying. If she could, she would tell you to keep saying sweet things to her; though such a request could cause her heart to explode every time you do it. She was never one to be receptive to compliments—but when it’s from you, Hyeju melts into putty.  

Two can play that game; and being around each other for such a long time allows you to perfectly counter her bantering. “Weren’t you the one that seduced me that night?” It takes no less than a second for you to receive another punch on the arm, this one much stronger than the previous. And now, her face might as well turn red—only you can cause her to be in such a state of disarray.

“It’s because you were taking too long to make a move, you idiot!” A rare pout from the wolf; burying her face on your shoulders as she tries to hide again. But you weren’t going to let her get away this time. Place a hand on her shoulders as a timid Hyeju confronts you.

“Well I’m sorry too. I was worried about our friendship. Didn’t wanna take such a huge risk.”

“I know, I understand.” Snow begins to fall, gradually turning the surroundings to a bright hue of white. “I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life up until that night. If I screwed everything up, I might never be able to talk to you again. Or do this.” Then she leans over to give you another kiss on the cheeks.

By this point, your own cheeks have turned red as well—thankfully you can use the blistering cold temperature as an excuse. “But you didn’t screw up. And look at us now.”

“Right? I can’t believe it’s been seven months already.” You bring her hand inside the pocket of your hoodie to keep it warm while she snuggles closer to you.

“Yeah, it only felt like yesterday when we finally decided to move in together.” A decision that should have been made a long time ago—except you were worried about what the implication of living with your childhood best friend would be when you were not dating her yet at that time. It turned out to be a wise financial decision as you two expected; she finally had enough money to pay off her car, and you could finally start paying off your bills.

“Oh yeah, speaking of which. You still haven’t told anyone where our new apartment is?”

“No, because the unnies are gonna be there every single damn week and I know you’re gonna hate it.”

“I mean I’m cool with them. I think you’re the one that’s gonna hate it.”

“Well I just don’t have the energy to deal with them at times.”

“I’m glad you have the energy to deal with me then.”

“Well I love you, that’s why. Even though you can be annoying as fuck sometimes.”

A chuckle; even as your girlfriend she still never fails to amaze you. “I love you too, Hye.”

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“Yah! Stop cheating!”

Crushed cans of beer, empty bottles of soju and vodka, empty boxes of pizza and chicken wings, pillows scattered in every direction, a sole blanket covering the two of you, the flashing of the flat-screen TV you two impulsively bought just for the purpose of gaming, sounds of buttons mashing on the Nintendo Switch and her occasional screams, Hyeju looking absolutely adorable in her pajamas—all tell-tale signs of another typical game night on a weekend.

That would be the case except for the half-eaten birthday cake resting on the dinner table, a chocolate mousse cake from her favorite bakery—the way her face lit up as soon as you surprised her is priceless. There’s also chunks of gift wrapper scattered all over the living room; if there’s any proof that Hyeju is loved by her friends, it would be the amount of gifts she received tonight.  Oh, and there’s also golden balloons spelling out “Happy birthday, Hyeju” hanging precariously on the wall. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask Yerim and her boyfriend to do it since they just ended up flirting the entire time. 

But the surprise party ended up being a success and it’s a twenty-first birthday celebration in the most Hyeju way possible. She refused to let you take her to an expensive restaurant, or buy her any gifts even though you heavily insisted, or make you treat her any differently than you usually would. All she asked for was something simple: to spend more time with you. Maybe it’s because you two are finally adults now; with more responsibilities and problems to deal with; with less time for the simple things in life. And for her birthday, your gift for her is your presence alone.

“It’s not cheating. Just admit I’m finally better than you, Hye.”

A sigh of defeat as she loses another close race in Mario Kart, thanks to a well-timed use of the infamous blue shell. “How did you get a blue shell two laps in a row? That’s not fair!” 

“I believe it’s called luck.”

A determined look paints her face, and the competitive side of Hyeju begins to show itself once again. No more cuddling for now, it’s time for her to kick your butt and show who’s the better gamer in this relationship. And for the next thirty minutes, that’s exactly what she does. Out of the next six races, you won exactly none—you were about to win the third one but you decided to let her have it by falling out of bounds on purpose.

A victory dance in her pajamas as she stands up and celebrates like a kid—overflowing joy painting her face. And you can’t help but smile like an idiot—if Hyeju is happy, you’re happy. And if this is the reaction you get everytime she wins, you’ll gladly lose in every single game night from now on. “See? I told you I’m still better than you.” 

“So what do you wanna do now?” You pull her back down towards the couch to resume your cuddle and she thankfully reciprocates your hug as she leans her head on your shoulder.

“I wanna play another game, but I’m kinda tired.”

A gentle kiss on her lips, the taste of grape-flavored soju lingering in her mouth. It’s time for you to reveal your gift to her; save the best for last. “Let me take care of you tonight, then.”

“What are you tal–”

In one swift motion you have managed to carry her in your arms bridal style and to your surprise, she’s not hitting you with a barrage of complaints—perhaps it’s the alcohol, maybe she was expecting this tonight. A few quick steps and you are able to open the door to your shared bedroom with ease. Her eyes look at you with a mixture of lust and confusion, much more so when you place her on the bed and immediately move yourself on top of her. Her alluring eyes invites you, along with a bite of her lip as she carefully studies your face.

“I want to give you my gift.”

Then with unbridled hunger, you smash your lips into hers; an immediate response is what you get as she wraps her legs around your waist to pull you closer to her. You can feel your cock hardening and you know Hyeju can as well with the way her moans and whimpers are increasing in volume as you grind your clothed length on her. You know she’s wet and just the image of her drenched thighs is enough to send your lust into overdrive. Sex with Hyeju never gets old and it never will.

Pull away briefly to take off your shirt and you do the same for her, grabbing the hem of the soft fabric of her pajamas and inching it upwards to reveal her tight and immaculate body only for you to see; her top eventually joins the discarded pile on the floor and underneath the warm lights of your shared bedroom she looks absolutely ethereal. Her signature triangular shaped lips are agape, chest heaving slightly as she tries to catch her breath, fingers clutching the sheets as she anticipates your next move.  A hand reaches out to cup her clothed breasts while you engage in another round of kissing with her, feeling her moan as your hands begin to roam her body.

“Hmph!”

Even more so as you make your way down to her jawline and her neck, faint marks of the hickey you left a week ago still apparent. She’s squirming even as your lips are barely grazing her sweat-glazed skin, sensitivity reaching near meteoric levels. Her addictive scent infiltrates your senses as you begin to mark her once again, replacing the old hickeys with much more intense and darker ones. You change it up once in a while; a lick, a bite, a kiss—all serving to make her squirm and whimper under your touch even more, every reaction from her just urges you to pleasure her even more.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you Hye.” Shivers sent down her spine as you breathe heavily, each exhale making contact with her skin. But hearing such words from you is what makes her heart swoon, causing her lust to drive up much higher than usual compared to your other intimate nights together. Thank goodness you can’t see just how red her cheeks are at this moment. You are never one to explicitly tell her such things and to hear it from you tonight is going to cause her fragile heart to explode—and she needs to do something, anything to maintain her composure.

“You talk too much, you idiot.” Thank goodness you’re wearing sweatpants because she is able to pull it down with ease along with your boxers, revealing your hardened member that’s twitching and yearning for her. It always dumbfounded her as to how erect you can get, but she’s not going to wait any longer with a feast in front of her eyes. With newfound strength, she switches position with you so that she’s now on top. 

“If you’re gonna offer me your dick as your gift, then I can decide what I can do with it, right?” You gulp, it’s rare to see Hyeju take control in bed. If there was any place where she isn’t keen to assert her will, it’s the bedroom. She would just let you have your way with her and pleasure her however you can. And seeing this side of her just causes more precum to drip out of you. 

Excited, you nod as if it’s your birthday and not hers. “Sur—“ Lean your head back as she slowly wraps her dainty fingers around your length, beginning to pump you at an excruciatingly slow pace. You can’t control the needy groans coming out of your mouth—not when she’s giving you a seductive look. But it’s hard to maintain control once she pauses briefly to take off her pants, revealing those delicious thighs that you just want to dive in on and as you expected, her panties are already drenched.

“H-Hyeju, shit…”

Then she goes back to pumping your length, this time increasing the pace while fondling your balls. The pleasure multiplies tenfold and you don’t know where Hyeju got this sudden burst of confidence from but underneath the warm lights, she’s going to cause you to explode much faster than you would prefer. But you don’t have the energy to tell her, with each stroke of your length only causing the familiar tension to build in your stomach. It’s hard to focus on anything and you miss the smirk on her face as she continues to give you pleasure. Your breath gets shorter and shorter, more precum dripping all over your sheets. Just one more…

“Wait.” Just as the tension is about to break, Hyeju comes to an abrupt stop. Dazed and confused, you look up at her with your cock twitching rapidly, aching to explode in her hands and possibly paint her beautiful face with your semen. And it really might as well be your birthday because she pushes you further up the bed until you reach the headboard and begins to make her way back down to your length again.

“I wanna taste you.” Before you can even process the words that just came out of her mouth, she’s already moving down south as her face comes dangerously close to your cock. Then a curious tongue licks across the slit of your length, sending waves of electricity down your spine, enough for you to curl your toes as she carefully takes you into her mouth. It takes her numerous times to get adjusted to you, using her hands to stroke you and lubricate you using her saliva to make it easier for her.

In the back of your head, you’re still wondering just where she learned such skills. But all coherent thoughts disappear into the cosmos when you can feel your tip hit the back of her throat, signaling that she’s finally able to take you all the way in. The warmth and suction that her mouth provides is comparable to that of her pussy, and you might have just found your new favorite sex act after tonight. Especially when she proceeds to bob her head up and down leaving you once again breathless and groaning. Lewd sounds of her mouth taking you in so well is enough to send you the brink of the edge and the sight of her absolutely loving it is ethereal.

It doesn’t take too long before you can feel the tension beginning to grow again. “Hye, I’m gonna cum!”

You try to remove Hyeju off of you, signaling her of your impending orgasm but it only makes her bob her head up and down that much faster and you can hear her try to say something but it’s difficult given her mouth is full of your cock. And having been blue-balled already, it only takes a few more pumps for you to explode in her mouth. A loud groan escaping your lips as you empty shot after shot of thick, white semen. Her mouth is too warm and for someone that’s giving a blowjob for the first time, she is too good. The result is an orgasm that’s as strong as when you first had sex with her.

Hyeju removes her mouth and coughs immediately as she tries to swallow all of your cum, with some dripping down the side of her mouth due to your heavy load. Guilt immediately strikes you and you grab a box of tissues from the bedside table and hand it to her. She takes it and begins to wipe herself with it. “S-Shit Hye, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I was the one that wanted it.” Her gummy smile appears once again, as if she didn’t just give you an extremely intense orgasm. “Plus, you tasted delicious like I expected.” You’ve already cum once and you’re embarrassed by the way your length quickly shoots back to full-mast with her words. And it doesn’t help when she gets off the bed and proceeds to take off her bra and panties, revealing her plentiful breasts and thighs already dripping with desire. 

But it’s unfair that it’s only you on the receiving end of the mind-blowing pleasure, especially since it’s her birthday. And despite wanting to just pound her already and feel those luscious thighs wrapped around you, you want to service her. That’s why you grab her arms and pull her towards you, flipping positions once again so that you’re back on top. Give her a quick kiss on the lips before making your way down to her neck, making sure to leave more deep, purple marks for her to have a hard time trying to hide. You do the same with her shoulders and collarbones; but your hands aren’t idle as they make their way towards her pussy, already drenching your sheets.

“A-Ahh!”

Slowly but carefully, you stick one finger in. You can feel her throat vibrate as you continue to leave kisses. As always, she’s so wonderfully tight despite being so wet. It’s a miracle that she’s able to take in your length so well when she clenches so tightly with just one, measly finger. Having made sure that not even makeup would be able to hide the hickeys, you move further down south to her breasts. You use a free hand to gently knead her right breast while you immediately dive in on her left breast, sucking harshly on the stiff nipple due to arousal.

You are easily able to find her g-spot and hit it with each thrust of your finger inside her. You make sure to give both breasts equal attention as you switch your target to her right breast, sucking on the flesh. With two points of pleasure, Hyeju is melting into putty as she wraps her arms tightly around your necks. Beautiful and lustful moans of your name reverberate throughout the bedroom and you just want to drink it all in. Being more daring, you decide to add another finger to the mix.

“F-Fuck, so good!”

“Cum for me, Hye. Please.” You stare at her beautiful eyes, pleading and begging for such a sweet release. And as her boyfriend, you are more than delighted to make such a request happen. It only takes a few more thrusts for the dam to finally break and with one final moan of your name, she leaks all over your fingers and the bed sheets. Regretfully, you take your face off of her breasts to give her a deep and passionate kiss as she comes down from her own orgasm. Brush loose strands of disheveled hair aside as she tries to regain her breath and focus. 

It takes her a few minutes to get her bearings but just like a wolf in heat, she’s ready to pounce on you again as she gets on top of you. She’s completely drenched in sweat just like you are and that just makes her even more attractive in your eyes. This might be the most passionate night of lovemaking you two have had so far and the fact that it’s on her birthday nonetheless makes it even more special. Take a break to appreciate this moment, to appreciate her. Sit up to meet her face-to-face, leaning in slowly to give her a passionate kiss on the lips. You two let the kiss run its course until the biological need to breathe forces an end to the lip lock.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A wide smile that you reciprocate; then she nods—she knows you too well and is aware that you won’t proceed any further until she’s ready. There were no more words needed to be said as she carefully aligned herself with your length. You wrap your arms around her waist as she does the same to your neck. Muffle her moans by engaging in another kiss, feeling her whimper as you swirl your tongue around hers. As she bottoms out, a guttural groan escapes her mouth as the kiss ends. 

It’s incredible how she’s still so tight despite one orgasm already down the drain. And the suffocating warmth of her walls envelopes your cock in a delightful sensation that leaves you very much in the same state as her. Once she’s gotten used to your length, she begins to bounce up and down—matching your thrusts as you are able to find her g-spot once again with ease. This action causes a high-pitched moan to escape her mouth as she wraps her arms around you much tighter. 

“P-Please, you’re fucking me so well…”

A hand creeps up to her breast while the other roams around her body. From her butt to her thighs to her hips—anything to relieve the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling. Meanwhile she’s already left plenty of scratch marks on your back that will surely sting by tomorrow morning—moans traveling directly to your ears as she rests her chin on your shoulder. Hyeju riding you is your favorite position; not only do you get to see her breasts bouncing hypnotizingly but you also get a full view of her in pleasure using your cock as the tool.

But tonight has been a night full of firsts and you truly want to make this memorable. With the very minimal amount of energy you have left you stand up from the bed with Hyeju wrapping her limbs tightly around you. You rest your hands on the back of her thighs to support her as more high-pitched moans leave her mouth at the new angle, your cock driving deeper into her pussy with the aid of gravity. Your years of working out in the gym with her has paid off for this very moment as you easily lift her into your arms and continue to thrust upwards into her. 

It’s absolutely hot, the way she’s clinging on to you for dear life as she comes crashing back down onto you after every pump. More sweat drips down your bodies along with the juices that are constantly leaking out of her. Take her in for another kiss as her nails continue to leave dark, red marks on your shoulders and back. Carefully, you lean her onto the wall as you try to maintain the unrelenting pace. She’s clenching tightly around your length which could only mean that she’s close to another orgasm.

But with how turned on you have been for the entire night, you’re close to your own orgasm as well. Despite that, her pleasure comes first above everything else so you angle your thrusts to aim for Hyeju’s g-spot once again and she’s on the brink of tears as the pleasure meter reaches full-throttle. Dive down for her breasts again and as you take a nipple into your mouth, she screams your name as she reaches her peak for the second time and with how much tighter she’s become, this is much stronger than the first one. Her juices begin to drip down both of your thighs and onto the floor.

And you weren’t that far off. Thanks to the added lubrication of her orgasm, it becomes that much simpler to pound her and thrust into her. With a few more thrusts, you groan into her neck as you fill her with ribbons upon ribbons of semen. The excess drips out of her pussy and joins the fluids resulting from your lovemaking on the floor. 

On wobbly legs, you manage to safely bring her back to the bed—not caring about the fluids you two just left on the floor. You two were a mess, but a good mess. Everything feels sticky and hot but Hyeju doesn’t care and neither do you. Shower can wait until tomorrow—and maybe you’ll have to help her clean herself again just like after that fateful night. Maybe her friends will tease you again because of the hickeys you’ve made. Maybe you’ll go on another date, perhaps a thousand more. Everything can wait, because you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with her.

Take this moment to appreciate her once again, as she slowly drifts to sleep with her head resting on your chest. You would gladly spend more birthdays with her, more game nights with her, more days with her. So as long as you can keep seeing that beautiful smile of hers and everything else that makes you deeply in love with her. Place a kiss on her lips softly as you utter the words you didn’t get the chance to directly say to her today:

“Happy birthday, Hye.”

[chunksworld]

Sober

Loosemble Hyeju x Male Reader | (Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut) | bestfriend!Hyeju

A/N: This fic is dedicated to my clones, @kaedewrites and @sinswithpleasure. Thank you both for giving me the fuel that I needed to finish this piece with all of the Hyeju pics that you guys sent (please keep them coming). I would also like to thank Kaede for the beta read.

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The enigma that is Son Hyeju never ceases to amaze you. So gorgeous, yet so handsome. So exquisite and charming, yet so charismatic and intimidating. So close, yet so far. One could say that your relationship with the aforementioned woman is filled with ambiguity, a label failing to encapsulate the complexities woven in its very fabric. 

Ask her and she would refer to you as her childhood best friend, a companion providing a sense of comfort through her life’s triumphs and tribulations for the better part of the twenty years you two have existed on this planet. Ask yourself and you find it much rather difficult in arriving at a decisive answer. What is she to you, exactly? Best friend? Perhaps.

However, her actions provide a cruel juxtaposition to such a label. Ever since you became college students, a paradigm shift occurred in the dynamics of your friendship. From the way you would parade around campus holding hands to the casual makeout sessions that would ensue every time you two consumed one bottle too many of soju are certainly not actions befitting those of just childhood friends. But you have long decided to turn a blind eye, fearing the repercussions of exploring the possibilities of what lies beyond the gray area of said relationship. 

Much like Sisyphus, you are subjected to your own eternal suffering–condemned to push the proverbial boulder up the hill of your feeble mind. But in place of an enraged Greek god is yourself. You. You are your worst enemy. Plagued by your doubts and insecurity, you have somehow managed to convince yourself that your friendship with Hyeju can not evolve into something more. Testing the waters would involve diving deep into her heart and you decided that you are not ready to discover the truth, whatever that may be.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The familiar, rhythmic knock on your door ground you back to reality, transporting you to your one bedroom apartment in Seoul. That knock is none other than your best friend’s. Crap, you’ve descended into a spiral once again. Your thoughts blazing through the galaxy at the speed of light pondering about how things could have been, what it could potentially be.

“I’m coming!”

You quickly stand up from your gaming chair and head out to the front door, kicking crushed cans of beer in the living room to the side in a last minute attempt to make your apartment presentable. You open the door and an extremely distressed Son Hyeju presents herself to you, a backpack slung lazily over her shoulder.

Her eyebrows are furrowed while her signature triangular shaped lips protrude ever so slightly. She almost looks cute, almost. Only if it wasn’t for the fact that she nearly broke your wrist when you made the silly attempt of trying to engage in an arm wrestling match with her. Or the countless other times when her otherworldly strength for a woman completely baffled you. You don’t mind though, because that just makes her a thousand times more attractive in your eyes.

“What’s up Hye.”

“Hey chief, can you help me out with Professor Kim’s assignment? That old bastard really assigned 5 pages worth of work over the weekend as if all we do is study.”

“Hyeju, I-”

You were about to refuse her request but this attempt is rendered futile when she walks past you and makes a beeline towards the coffee-stained couch, not even bothering to wait for your response as she sits on it. You close the door behind you and follow her on the couch, her eyes examining the furniture. She winces as she tries to get a whiff of it, the look of disgust visible on her face.

“Why the hell do you still have this old ass couch from freshman year? There’s like a furniture store a couple of miles away, I’m pretty sure they’ve got some affordable ones.”

“Does it look like I can afford anything right now? I can barely pay my damn bills.” You point towards the stack of envelopes on the center table, the sheer amount causing it to almost fall on its side.

“See, if you just stopped being so stubborn and moved in with me, this wouldn’t be a problem. All you have to do is pay half the rent. We both make enough money with our part time jobs anyways.” Her attention turns towards the stack, mindlessly scouring through them.

“And what? Have your parents check in every single week to make sure I haven’t made a move on you yet?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you made a move, anyways.” Hyeju mutters, a blush creeps up on her face but thankfully she was looking in the opposite direction. 

“What?”

She sighs in exasperation, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “I said you’re an idiot and you’re so clueless!“ 

“Look, did you come here to argue with me or do you actually need help? Cuz I don’t have all the time in the world.”

“Yes, I do need help! So would you do me a favor, pretty please?” Those eyes. Those damn puppy eyes. You wished your heart’s immediate reaction was not to start racing faster than a Ferrari every single time. Fuck, she knew just what to do to push your buttons and your hopeless self had no choice but to oblige.

It takes you a few seconds to calm down and get your bearings. “....Fine. But you better not try anything stupid.” A bright, gummy smile spreads across her face; she rarely shows off that particular smile but when she does, your brain goes haywire. She’s really trying to kill me today.

“You got it, chief.” She salutes mockingly before sending a wink in your direction.

The rest of the afternoon was spent accordingly, with you helping her work through her assignments while she earnestly attempts to annoy you at every second she gets. The warning is all but just a forgotten memory. From leaning her head onto your shoulder to holding your hands out of nowhere, it’s as if she’s testing every single fiber of your being and trying to discern how far she can push the boundaries of your complex relationship.

You take off your eyeglasses and lean back on your chair, rubbing your tired eyes gently after staring at a computer screen for hours. Hyeju is equally as exhausted, her head slouched over your study table. You divert your attention towards the window, astounded at how the darkness has already completely engulfed the skies of the city. A quick glance at the bedside alarm clock confirms your observations.

“Holy crap, it’s 6 already. You wanna order something to eat?“

“Huh? Oh shit.“ She lifts her head off of the desk and scans her surroundings much like you did. “Damn it’s already late, no wonder I’m hungry.” She ties up her hair into a ponytail using a scrunchie she pulled out of her wrist, loose strands of hair hanging freely on the side.

“What do you wanna eat? Chinese? Italian?” You pull out your phone from your pocket and start scrolling through the saved numbers of restaurants nearby.

“Kinda craving jjajangmyeon, unless you had something else in mind?” She puffs her cheeks out of boredom and the sudden urge to just pinch them creeps in. 

You nod in affirmation as you press the number of the Korean restaurant. “Jjajangmyeon it is.” 

Thank the heavens for the Korean food delivery system because it only took 30 minutes for the food to arrive after placing the order, sparing you and Hyeju from suffering from hunger any longer. After giving the delivery guy a tip, you trudge towards the dining table where Hyeju is already downing shots of soju.

You take the two bowls of jjajangmyeon out of the plastic bag along with the chopsticks. “Eat something first, idiot. Basic drinking rule.”

“That’s the point, dummy. I just wanna get drunk quickly so I can get rid of all this damn stress.” You hand her a pair of chopsticks and she breaks it in two, immediately digging in on the bowl of jjajangmyeon.

“Why have you been so stressed out lately, anyways? I thought everything was going smoothly.” It was now your turn to take a shot of soju, the bittersweet taste leaving a mild burning feeling in your throat.

She grabs the bottle and pours another shot for you. “Well my parents still want me to go to art school even though I’ve told them a thousand fucking times that I don’t want to.”

You begin to dig into your own bowl of jjajangmyeon. “That’s still a thing? I thought you threatened to drop out of college?”

“I tried. But then they threatened to take away my car.” A somber chuckle escapes her mouth,  “I shouldn’t have let them co-signed when I bought it so I wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“I mean if it helps, you can always carpool with me. I don’t mind driving an extra 10 miles to pick you up.” You shrug, “We both have class at the same time anyway so that wouldn’t be a problem.” 

She raises an amused eyebrow at you, “You’re gonna do that for me? Since when did you become such a gentleman?” A flustered expression spreads across her face but she tries to keep her composure. “I couldn’t even get you to drive me to my dentist appointment when I didn’t have a car.”

“Look, I’m just doing my job as your best friend ok?” You give her a sincere look, hoping your words could convey how much she truly means to you as a friend. Perhaps, even more than that. Unbeknownst to you, her heart sinks at your words. For a moment, she hoped that it was indeed even more than that. Maybe she’ll have to try just a bit harder.

Hyeju rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, “You’re so frustrating to talk to sometimes, you know that?” She proceeds to take multiple shots of soju in rapid succession, taking you by surprise. Some of the alcoholic substance spills out of the side of her mouth, forcing her to wipe it using the sleeves of her hoodie. What’s gotten into her?

“H-Hey Hyeju slow down! That’s enou-.” Before you know it, Hyeju’s already straddling your lap with her face leaning dangerously close to yours. The close proximity allows you to smell the scent of soju lingering in her mouth. 

“You annoying bastard.” She doesn’t give you the opportunity to respond as she grabs both sides of your face and pulls you in for a heated kiss. This catches you off guard but you respond nonetheless by encircling your arms around her waist. With a sudden burst of strength, you stand up from the chair which forces her to wrap her legs around you. The countless hours you’ve spent in the gym comes into play as you easily carry her towards your couch.

This isn’t your first rodeo with Hyeju but you always savor the moment your lips clash with hers. You will never get tired of the way her body molds perfectly with yours as you pin her on the coffee-stained couch. Or the way her face contorts in pleasure as your hands explore her body, memorizing all of her curves and imperfections. Your sober self would not dare wander into uncharted territories but the soju gives you an almost superhero-like transformation, all of your worries and doubts floating away in the cosmos as if their existence is a ruse.

You lift a hand to caress her cheek gently, pushing your tongue deeper into her mouth as your other hand slips underneath her hoodie. This action elicits a soft moan from Hyeju as your cold fingers make contact with her smooth skin. Feeling more daring, you grab the hem of her hoodie and slide it up but before you can expose any more skin you feel her hands stopping you.

“What’s wrong, Hye?” She gazes at you with half-lidded eyes and bated breath, her cheeks now turning into a light shade of red. You’re in a similar state of disarray, a tent forming on your sweatpants as you attempt to keep your alcohol-fueled lust from sending you to overdrive.

“I-I have to go. Thanks for helping me! I owe you one, chief.” Hyeju promptly pushes you off of her as she gets off the couch. She then proceeds to grab her backpack before making a sudden exit out of your apartment.

“Hyeju, wait-”

You reach your hand out to try to stop her but it was all in vain. The door slams shut, a gust of wind leaving its wake. Everything feels like a blur, one blink and the entire ordeal is over. It takes you a few seconds to process everything that has transpired and then the gravity of the situation hits you all at once, leaving you dumbfounded. The realization that you might have potentially destroyed years worth of friendship suddenly dawns on you.

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

What have you done? -------------------------

“How can one man be so fucking dumb and oblivious? I’ve literally given him every single hint possible.” Hyeju whines, burying her face deep into a pillow. An “emergency meeting” in her apartment was called after she inadvertently left you hanging in the middle of a steamy makeout session two weeks ago. That also marks the last time you two had any form of communication.

“Language, Hyeju!” The oldest in the friend group, Ha Sooyoung, throws a pillow at her. This results in her whining even more as she starts to kick her feet up in the air.

Her friends look at her in both amusement and pity. For them, nothing is better than seeing a lovestruck Hyeju. Over the years, they’ve witnessed her woeful struggles in trying to win you over. Movie nights, game nights, camping trips, midnight drives; you name it, she’s done it. Unfortunately for her, you are too insecure and self-conscious to notice that your feelings are reciprocated. 

“Beats me. You’ve known him longer than any of us so you should have the answer. He’s your best friend after all.” One of her friends, Park Chaewon, states matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, why did you leave his apartment that night anyways? So much for always complaining about how he hasn’t made a move on you yet.” Another one of her friends, Kim Jiwoo, chimes in. 

A pout begins to form on her face; guilt settling in as she realizes that you’re probably suffering as much as she is–especially since she left you completely in the dark. “I-I don’t know, I got nervous okay? He was just so unusually sweet that night and I didn’t know how to react.”

“Well have you considered the possibility that he may like you back? There’s no way he doesn’t feel anything every time you two make out.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Hyeju scoffs, but the heat rising up to her round cheeks tells a completely different story. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t think about the possibility of that happening at least once. 

“Whatever the case may be, you better talk to him soon. You can’t keep ghosting him. Poor guy is probably losing his mind as we speak.”

“How about you just confess to him?” Sooyoung interjects, her remark causing the other two women to snicker.

Hyeju shakes her head furiously at the absurdity of the proposal. “No, are you crazy?! I don’t wanna ruin what we have….even if he’s such a frustrating asshole to deal with.” As much as she’s fallen head over heels for you, losing you as a friend would be the worst thing in the world for her.

“And then what? Have the same problem again weeks, months, or maybe even years later? If you like him then you should ask him out. Fix this problem once and for all.” Everyone nods in agreement with Jiwoo, except for the party directly involved. She knows her friends are right; she has to deal with this problem before it worsens and becomes irreparable.

Silence engulfs her living room for a few minutes as she carefully considers the proposition, “Ok fine, what do you guys have in mind?”

A menacing smile appears on Sooyoung’s face. “Well, my birthday party is coming up in a few weeks…” --------------------

You despise the idea of birthday parties. The process of dressing up for the occasion and choosing a gift for the celebrant seem cumbersome to you. Having an introverted personality certainly doesn’t help your case; you would much rather stay in your apartment playing video games with Hyeju all night as she desperately attempts to beat you in Smash Bros. 

Right. Hyeju. A month has passed since that fateful night and Hyeju has decided to completely shut you off. No phone calls. No texts. Nothing. You don’t even see her in your lectures anymore. It’s as if her existence was just a figment of your imagination. To say that each passing day has been a living hell is an understatement. You might as well be exiled to Tartarus–that would be a much better alternative to the silent treatment your best friend is giving you.

But enough complaints for the meantime, you are here to celebrate your friend’s birthday and you aren’t going to let your quarter-life crisis ruin it. Well, you’ll try at the very least. Now you’ll just have to take on the task of making up an excuse for Hyeju’s absence.

With heavy footsteps you get out of your car with a gift bag in hand. You check your outfit one last time using the window on the driver’s side before making your way to the venue–a ballroom situated inside a fancy hotel in downtown Seoul. Being a chaebol surely has its benefits. Suddenly, your midsize sedan looks out of place amongst the Mercedes, Bentleys, and Aston Martins parked in the vicinity.

After a quick showing of your invitation, a butler begins to escort you to the ballroom. “Good evening, sir. Miss Ha is waiting for you inside the ballroom.” 

The venue was as grandiose as you’d expect–voluminous chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, intricate flower arrangements adorning the roundtables, the whole nine yards. Wow, her parents really went all out for her birthday. The birthday girl approaches you with a smile and a wave. “Hey there, chief!” 

You respond with a wave of your own as you hand her the gift bag. “Happy birthday, Sooyoung. Or Miss Ha I should say?” A teasing smile spreads across your face.

“Stop that! I’ve had like twenty different people call me that already.” She punches you lightly on the shoulder, cheeks tinted red. “You look good by the way. And- Oh, where’s Hyeju?” She stands on the tip of her toes to look behind you.

You scratch your head in nervousness and embarrassment, “Uh, she had an emergency so she won’t be able to make it tonight.”

She gives you a puzzled look, although deep down inside she’s struggling to prevent herself from bursting into laughter. Only if you knew what Hyeju and her friends had in store for you. “Huh, that’s weird. She accepted the invitation and said that she’ll be bringing someone so I thought it was you.”

Someone? Your brain begins to race, “Did she tell you who that person is?” 

“No, she didn’t specify so I assumed it was you since you’re always glued to each other.” She nods, occasionally turning her attention towards the guests arriving one by one and giving them a warm greeting.

The ground beneath you might as well eat you alive with the way you’re frozen in place. Who the hell is she bringing to this party? Crap, here comes the spiral once again. You resent how your brain can descend quickly into assuming the worst. A more logical explanation would be that she’s bringing another friend but you quickly latch on to the idea that she might have gotten herself a boyfriend. 

But why should you care in the first place? She’s just your best friend. She can date whoever she wants.

Sooyoung smirks as she sees the dejected state that you’re in. Everything is going according to plan so far. “You know what? That’s fine, no worries!”  She reaches over to give you a pat on the shoulder, giving you a smile so reassuring that your concerns almost dissipate into thin air. 

“Things happen. Just enjoy the night, ok? I’ll call her.” She gives you a wave again, this time to say goodbye before walking away.

Jiwoo and Chaewon are the next ones to approach you. They both flash you a wide smile–which is expected of Jiwoo since she’s a walking ball of sunshine but seeing Chaewon in such a joyous mood surprises you. Have they started drinking already?

You hold back the urge to ask about Hyeju. These two might be her closest friends but you respect her privacy so you chose not to investigate, even if it’s slowly killing you inside, “What’s up guys? Haven’t seen you two in a long time.”

“Doing well! Midterms kicked our butts but it is what it is.” Jiwoo shrugs nonchalantly, “How about you? I heard about you and Hy-.” You miss the slight elbow Chaewon gives the older woman.

“I mean, I heard Hyeju is bringing someone else tonight? What’s that all about?” She feigns a confused expression.

You struggle to contain the rage in your voice.“Yeah, she said she had an emergency. But I guess everything is fine.” What a bullshit excuse.

Much like Sooyoung, they both give you a pat on the shoulder. “She’ll be fine! She didn’t become the soccer captain in middle school for nothing! Right, Chaewon?” The blonde woman nods her head.

“Right! So cheer up, we’re here to celebrate!” Chaewon stops a waiter and takes a glass of champagne before handing it to you; she then takes two more glasses and hands one to Jiwoo. 

“Bottoms up! We’re already two glasses in.” Yeah, that checks out.

Usually you would indulge in the scent of such an expensive alcohol before ingesting it but you just want to forget about everything even for just one night. Fuck it. As a result, you ill-advisedly chug the champagne as if it’s just some cheap beer you bought at a convenience store. You were lucky none of it spilled onto your suit jacket. 

The two women in front of you look at you in shock and awe. “Hyeju really broke this man.” Chaewon leans in to whisper to Jiwoo, who nods her head in agreement. Once your glass is empty, they each grab one of your arms and drag you across the ballroom towards an empty round table in the corner before you can get the chance to complain.

“Hurry, let’s get seated! Food is gonna be served soon. I heard steak is on the menu.”

You spent this time catching up with the two women, talking about everything from how their college experience is going so far to how Chaewon almost burned down their shared apartment by cooking chicken nuggets. The champagne is slowly starting to work its magic on you because for the first time in a long time, you forget about Hyeju. You forget about the pain you’ve had to endure in the past month thanks to her.

“Oh, they’re here!”

Unfortunately the bliss is short-lived because Jiwoo and Chaewon abruptly get up from their seats and when you turn around, you see them approaching an extremely familiar woman–too familiar for your liking. Son Hyeju. But it’s not just her, she’s escorted by an unfamiliar man. And just like that, your worst nightmare has come to life. The sinking feeling in your stomach makes its presence known.

Your world crumbles. You feel like you’ve just lost everything. That might have to do with the fact that Hyeju is your everything. It was only in her absence that you realize how much of your life she encompasses. From the weird, random cute noises that she makes to her sudden displays of aegyo, she was the anchor that kept you from floating away into the abyss. The void that she left is too enormous to fill and you fear that you’re going to spend the rest of your life trying to put the pieces back together. Maybe you never will.

She makes brief eye contact with you and for a split second you get the urge to run up to her and give her a tight hug. You want to ask her where she’s been, how she’s doing, if she’s eating properly. But you were thankfully sane enough not to follow through–even with the copious amount of alcohol in your system. She’s already with someone else and you’re going to have to accept that. The last thing you want is to create commotion at your friend’s birthday party.

A small part of you is losing your mind over how good she looks in that dress, how it accentuates her curves so well, how her slightly curled hair falls on her shoulders, how she still manages to look stunning even with minimal makeup. But a larger part of you is irate at the fact that it’s not your arms wrapped around her waist, that it’s not you she’s flashing that bright, gummy smile at, that she ignored you for a whole month and showed up to this party with someone else.

Again, why do you care so much? You’re just her best friend.

What were you to her, exactly? Were you truly just her best friend? A best friend who she frequently pushed to the limits with her unfathomable actions? Or did she actually have feelings for you and fate’s cruel hands derailed the possibility of anything ever materializing? Were you perhaps blinded by your insecurities and she really only had eyes for you all along? Fuck, maybe you should have told her how much she meant to you before you ran out of time. Maybe you should have plucked up the courage. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent too much time pondering about the “what-ifs.”

After a few minutes of small talk, Jiwoo and Chaewon bid the couple farewell before walking back to your table, “You didn’t say hi to Hyeju?”

“Nah, it looks like she was with her boyfriend. It would be rude of me to interrupt.” You stop a waiter to grab another glass of champagne, consuming it pretty much the same way you did the first one.

“Boyfriend? No, she told us that they’re just good friends. Apparently he’s some hotshot with his own tech startup.”

And I’m just a loser who can barely pay his bills. Great.

The anger inside you increases every time you look at Hyeju and her date; it didn’t help that they were only a couple of tables away from where you were sitting so you got a front row seat of their public display of affection. What threw you off was how she would occasionally give you glances as if she was deliberately trying to show you how much she’s enjoying his company. Ok? I don’t give a fuck. You do, otherwise you wouldn’t be holding the champagne glass so tightly it could shatter to pieces at any given moment.

Dinner was served but you’ve lost your appetite. Not even the filet mignon they served for the main course or the delicious molten lava cake for dessert could entice you into eating. You just wanted to leave this party as soon as possible. What you did consume however was more champagne. By the fourth glass, Jiwoo and Chaewon were already telling you to slow down. Of course you didn’t heed their advice; you could handle your alcohol–well that’s what you think at least.

Screw this. Screw everything. You’ve decided that you’ve seen enough. You get up from your seat–albeit too swiftly in your drunken state which almost causes you to fall over. Hyeju stands up out of worry, her head turning in your direction so quickly it might snap. She knows more than anyone how rowdy you can get under the influence. Your two friends tried to help you regain your balance but you brushed them off as you insisted that you were fine–even though walking in a straightforward manner proved to be a grueling affair.

Hyeju just shakes her head, she also knows how extremely stubborn you can be. “Thanks for tonight, I gotta go before this idiot makes a fool of himself.” She finishes her glass of champagne–also her fourth one–before grabbing her clutch purse, bidding farewell to her “date” for the night.

“H-Hyeju?” You stumble forward but she fortunately arrives in time to catch you. 

“Tsk. Why drink so much champagne when you’re such a lightweight.” She slings your left arm around her shoulder while she tries to support you by the waist.

“I’m not a lightweight! I’m completely fineshhhhh.” Your flushed cheeks and slurred speech says otherwise.

“Cute” should not be the first word that pops up in someone’s head when they see a wasted twenty year old at a party and yet here’s your best friend grinning ear to ear. “I missed you, you idiot.”

Sooyoung arrives at the scene, a smile adorning her face. This play is about to reach its final act. “Take him outside. I’ll call a taxi.” Hyeju nods at the instruction as she begins to head towards the lobby—a daunting task given that she’s dragging along 150 pounds of dead weight.

“Oh and before you go, make sure he doesn’t pull out.”

“Unnie!” --------------------

The ride back to your apartment was eerily silent, tension so thick you can cut through it with a knife. You were trying to nurse yourself back to sobriety as you took small, occasional sips of water to slowly flush out the alcohol. Hyeju, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck. This was finally her chance to clear the air, to explain why she made you suffer for the past month, to finally set things straight. This was finally her chance to tell you that you were more than just a best friend to her.

But how could she say anything when you’re fuming with so much anger that you refuse to even look at her? You were slowly starting to sober up but it just made you even more pissed at everything that had transpired tonight. You wanted to forget everything but with Hyeju by your side, the sobering reality that you will be nothing more than just a friend to her hits you like a wrecking ball.

Much to her chagrin, you were the one to break the silence, “What happened to that motherfucker? Don’t tell me you ditched his ass.”

“I told him to go home. I wanted to make sure you made it back to your apartment safely.” Hyeju murmurs, but still loud enough for you to hear.

You scoff, “Oh, so you care about me again? After not saying shit for the past month, you’re suddenly gonna walk back into my life as if nothing happened?”

“Look, I can explain-”

“I don’t wanna hear it. Just drop me off and you can go back with that guy. I don’t deserve you anyway, I’m just a low-life who can’t get his shit together.”

Hyeju was rendered speechless for the remainder of the taxi ride. She had a whole explanation prepared but seeing you so broken and distraught indicated that she should save it for later. She didn’t want the taxi driver to see you two get into an argument. She needed you to calm down first before she could wholeheartedly disclose everything that’s been bothering her.

The walk back to your apartment was anything but a breeze as walking even for just a few feet proved to be an uphill battle for you.You refused her assistance but she was just as stubborn as you–following you all the way home. Once you entered your apartment, you slammed the door shut and the anger that you’ve been withholding since the start of this night finally exploded.

“What exactly am I to you?”

“What the hell are you blabbering about, idiot? You’re my childhood best friend of course!” Hyeju was also pretty pissed at this point, you haven’t given her the chance to speak her side at all. She is not a patient woman and you should know that out of all people.

“Then why the fuck do you keep treating me as if I’m not?” Smoke might as well be coming out of your ears; your voice so firm and vociferous that it resonates throughout the living room. “The holding hands, making out, all of that skinship crap. What am I to you exactly?”

“You’re shit-faced, dude. Get a fucking grip.” She wraps an arm around your waist in an attempt to assist you towards your coffee-stained couch but you lightly shove her away.

“N-No, you don’t understand! Do you know how much it ate me up inside seeing you flirt with that motherfucker?”

“You fucking moron.”

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t you get it? I like you, you fucking idiot! Why do you think I’m practically throwing myself at you all these years?” Her preposterous statement bewilders you–a shocked expression painting your drunken face. Is your mind playing games with you?

You can’t deny how it triggers your Ferrari heart, however. And with alcohol in the mix, it leads you to think that maybe, just maybe, she’s telling the truth. “I don’t have time for your games, Hye. If you’re just gonna keep bullshitting me then you can leave. Your man is probably already waiting for you.”

Her cheeks are already blistering red at this point, “H-He’s just a friend, ok? The whole thing was a setup. I was flirting with him on purpose because I didn’t know how else I could get through your thick skull that I like you.”

“Why did you leave my apartment that night then? Why did you have to make me suffer for a month?”

“Because I was afraid. It was my first time seeing you take the initiative and I didn’t know what to do.” She takes a deep breath as she tries to keep her emotions in check; tears already rolling down her cheeks. “You’re so important to me that I didn’t know what it could lead to if we take our relationship further. I’m sorry for everything, I really am.”

“But, why me? You deserve someone better. ” Your voice starts to crack, tears starting to fall down your face as well. Seeing Hyeju cry–which only happens once in a blue moon–is your biggest trigger. “I have nothing to provide you. I’m not the tallest nor the most handsome. I’m broke-”

She breaks your tangential rant with a kiss, all of her emotions pouring out at once. The tears keep falling like a waterfall but this time it’s accompanied with elation. Each swipe of her tongue across your lips brings you closer and closer to nirvana. The other side of the hill is finally within sight, the boulder comes tumbling down as you finally exterminate your doubts and insecurities. 

“Stop saying I deserve someone better, you idiot.” She gives you a light flick on the forehead, “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to be by my side all these years and my heart belongs to you and you only.”

You can’t help but laugh, Hyeju truly is an enigma. But that also just makes her even more attractive in your eyes. “You really have a way of saying things, don’t you?”

“Yes, and I know you love me because of it. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

Friendship be damned. You wanted her. No, you needed her. You hastily dive in to seal her triangular shaped lips with yours, this time engaging in a much more proper kiss. The taste of champagne lingering in her mouth mixes with the lipstick, forming a wonderful concoction not even the most skillful bartender in the world could envision. Minutes past and the lack of oxygen forces the both of you to pull away from the kiss and your eyes meet Hyeju’s; the lust-filled, wolf-like eyes of your best friend–now lover–telling you more than any word in the dictionary could.

She takes you by the hand and leads you to your bedroom, each step lasting an eternity. The agony ends as she shuts the door and you both pursue the mutual goal of reaching a state of undress. Gone are the pleasantries, you take off your suit jacket and throw it somewhere in the room. Hyeju removes your tie and unbuttons your dress shirt while you work on removing her dress. Your hands reach around her back and you surprisingly find the pesky zipper of her dress with ease, sliding it down forcefully until it reaches the edge.

“Slow down, you horny idiot! I’m not going anywhere.”

“This is what happens when you’ve blue-balled me for years.”

Her dress cascades down her body, leaving her in a set of black lace lingerie and underwear. The lust inside you grows tenfold at the sight of Hyeju, her body seemingly sculpted by Aphrodite herself. You were aware of how physically fit she is due to her frequent visits at the gym along with your regular makeout sessions but not even your most vivid imaginations could parallel witnessing the perfection in front of you.

“Lace? I never knew you were that type of woman.” You smirk.

A tint of red appears on her face at your remark. “S-Shut up! The unnies told me to wear this, ok? They said it will help you get in the mood.”

The unnies?! “Wait, the other girls know about this as well?”

Before you can inquire any further, Hyeju shuts you up with an aggressive kiss hoping that you’d forget what she just said. The intensity results in the both of you crashing onto the bed, with her landing top of you. Tongues fight for dominance as her busy hands travel down your well defined upper body before reaching their final destination, your pants. No motion is wasted as she turns her attention to unbuckling your belt, albeit struggling mightily–emitting a chuckle out of you.

Her next target is your dress pants, which does nothing to hide your burning desire for her. Thankfully, that article of clothing is removed with relative ease as it joins the pile on the floor. Now, the only thing that’s preventing you from reaching a complete state of undress are your boxers, which have already been stained with precum. Her fingers tug on the waistband but before she can expose your throbbing length, you grab her by the waist and flip her over.

“It’s my turn now.”

Your lust ladened voice surprises you, highlighting how much you’re yearning for the woman currently laying on your bed. You thought about capturing her lips once more but instead you opt for her neck, which emits a moan from her as you leave a dark purple mark. Hyeju is finally yours and you are going to let the whole damn world know about it. You move further down to her collarbones and continue leaving marks, each one darker than the previous.

You lean back with a proud smile, admiring your masterpiece. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” She doesn’t respond but her face explodes into a supernova of emotion; her face is flushed red and you don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or everything that has transpired but she looks adorable all the same in your eyes.

You reach your arms around her back once more, but this time to unclasp her bra. Hyeju laughs as you struggle to unhook the flimsy piece of clothing; now you understand her struggle with your belt moments earlier. Heat rises up to your ears but she mercifully saves you from further embarrassment by stepping in to assist you, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. 

Your mouth waters as her generously sized breasts reveal themselves to you, nipples already stiff from the combination of the cold air in your apartment and her unrelenting desire for you. You didn’t waste anymore time as you leaned in and latched your lips on her left breast, using your free hand to massage the other one. Hyeju leans her head back in pleasure, her hands raking through your hair as a way of informing you of the overwhelming pleasure you’re giving her.

“R-Right there, shit.”

You switch back and forth between the two breasts, giving both equal attention as your tongue swirls around her nipples. Your hands aren’t laying idle, however, as they wander around her tight stomach before making their way towards her thighs–undoubtedly your favorite part of her body. Your hand creeps up to her panties and she’s about as aroused as you imagined, her slick leaving your fingers damp. She gasps at the touch, her sensitivity reaching near astronomical levels.

You look up at her and she gives you the green light to continue. You pull her lace underwear down her legs and remove it, revealing her clean shaven pussy. You detach your lips from her breast to drink in the sight of her bare naked form in front of you. Her inner thighs are already wet with her essence as she spreads them wide so you can get a full view of her. Your cock hardens even more at the sight of her waiting to be tasted and devoured. She really prepared for tonight. 

You’re practically drooling but you’re going to have to save the foreplay for a later date because your length is straining against your boxer so much that it’s starting to become painful. You join her in becoming bare naked as you make quick work of removing your remaining piece of clothing, your length standing tall and proud. Hyeju’s eyes widen at the sight, mouth agape at the sheer size of your fully erect cock. “Holy shit…” She sits up and grabs your shaft, pumping it slowly–causing even more of your precum to drip all over your sheets.

“Hye, fuck that’s so good.” She smirks at the sight of you helpless under her touch, reduced to moaning and making incoherent sounds. Not even all of the times you’ve masturbated thinking of her are able to mirror how her soft and dainty hands can rapidly build up the familiar tension in your stomach. Your reactions serve as an encouragement for her to pump your shaft faster and harder and you’re going to have to physically stop her before you end up exploding all over her hands.

“S-Stop, I don’t wanna cum yet.” Your chest heaves sporadically as you try to recollect your breath. The aftermath of your first ever handjob leaves you dazed as your brain tries to process the euphoria. To show your gratitude, you engage in another liplock with Hyeju. You place a hand on the back of her head as you lay her down on the bed softly, hovering on top of her.

In the heat of the moment, you utter the words you’d never thought would come out of your mouth, “God, I love you so much Son Hyeju.”

Her face instantly reacts to your sudden profession of love; it’s apparent that she didn’t expect you to say those words either but her heart is filled to the brim with joy as her feelings towards you have finally been validated. And for just a second, you stare at each other’s eyes with love instead of lust. “I love you too, you idiot.”

The lust makes its presence known again however, as you align your cock with her pussy. You take both of her hands and clasp them with yours as you proceed to insert yourself into her inch-by-inch, carefully studying her reactions to make sure she’s comfortable. A throaty moan escapes her mouth as you bottom out and finally push your entire length into her. The suffocating heat of her walls forces you to bury your face on the crook of her neck.

“S-Shit. You’re so fucking tight, Hye.”

Her brain tries and fails to formulate a response under such immense pleasure. But her high-pitched moans and the way her hands grip the bedsheets is enough of an indication of how good you’re making her feel. A few more slow and steady thrusts and you can feel your length sliding in and out of her with ease thanks to how wet she is. On a particular thrust, she moans louder than ever and her nails dig deep into your shoulder.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry. Was I too rough?” You pull out quickly, panicking because you thought you’ve hurt her but instead she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around her waist– leaving no inch of space between the two of you. You quickly come to the realization that you have discovered the fabled g-spot.

“No! Just keep moving, damn it!” You re-insert your length inside her again, hellbent on hitting that spot with every long and deep thrust. Much like you earlier, she’s been reduced to moaning and whimpering as her nails leave scratches all over your back and shoulders. Her majestic moans flow right through your ears along with the wet slapping of the skin–forming a beautiful symphony that can only be composed by two people deeply in love with each other.

“F-Fuck, you’re so fucking deep! Fuck me hard just like that, please I’m so close.” You didn’t have to be told twice. Put a hold on the lovemaking, you take hold of her hips as you piston in and out of her with vigor and passion. She’s practically shouting your name along with a bunch of curse words at this point and you had to shut her up with a kiss lest you want to receive a plethora of noise complaints from your neighbors tomorrow morning.

Ironically, she’s silent as she reaches her orgasm–her mouth hanging open but no sound comes out. Her eyes are shut tight as her limbs tense up around you. Her walls are squeezing your cock so tightly that you almost reached your own peak. You leave kisses along her jaw and down to her neck as she comes down from the blistering high.

A few minutes passed before she finally calmed down, looking at you with glazed eyes. You brush loose strands of her aside as you give her a peck on the forehead. “Did you also..?”

“Not yet.”

“Let me return the favor, how do you want me?”

“Like this.”

With your cock still deep inside her pussy, you pull her up so that she’s straddling you. She quickly picks up the cue as she wraps her arms around your neck and begins bouncing up and down your length. You respond by wrapping your arms around her waist as you thrust upwards, trying to match her pace. Moans begin to fill the room once more and this time you join her in the symphony as you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the promised land.

You dive down on her enticing breasts once again as they move hypnotizingly with each thrust. They might just be your favorite part of her body after all. Due to how sensitive she is, Hyeju reaches her second orgasm of the night; her juices flowing onto your thighs and onto the bed sheets. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take too long for the familiar tension to build up in your stomach to make its presence known. You were surprised that you even managed to endure for this long.

“Hyeju, I’m gonna cum.”

“I-Inside.”

“H-Hyeju, are you su-”

“Yes! Just breed me, you fucking idiot!”

“Fuck!”

The tension finally snaps, the symphony reaching its crescendo as you empty ropes and ropes of semen into her womb. The intensity of your orgasm is enough for you to have an out-of-body experience, your vision going white as you fill her to the brim–painting her walls white with all of your seed.

She detaches her body from yours and gets up, the copious amount of semen that you released inside her dripping down her thighs. Burn the image in your head, the sight of Hyeju post-sex is ethereal and you wouldn’t mind seeing it every night. You head towards the top of the bed and she follows you. 

She then scoots closer to you and rests her head on your chest, tracing circles on your pecs absentmindedly. Silence fills the room, but it’s a comfortable and peaceful one. You leave small, chaste kisses on the crown of her head as you pull the blanket towards the two of you. Your heart swells with happiness as Hyeju is finally in your arms.

“So what am I to you now?”

Hyeju looks at you with that bright, gummy smile again; and after all these years, you finally hear the words you’ve been waiting for.

“My boyfriend.”