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The After School “Student Bonding Experience”

------------------------- Pairing: NingNing x Winter Part 1 || Part 2 || <?> Also available on AO3! ------------------------- A/N: A big thank you to @majorblinks, @iznsfw, @msafterhours, @i-am-lifeform24, and @capslocked for the help in this draft, from beta-reading to being just generally an advice column. This was massively fun to write. -------------------------

Yizhuo doesn’t know when it started, but it’s been nothing but natural for both her and Minjeong to climb onto Yizhuo’s bed with Yizhuo’s laptop already logged in to Pornhub every time they have their weekly sleepover. Both girls make quick work of their clothing—Minjeong drops her shorts at the foot of the bed, and she has her thin singlet in her right hand now, throwing it on top of her shorts. Yizhuo does the same with her clothing—her pajamas are discarded at the foot of the bed as both Minjeong and her get comfortable with the many pillows on the bed. Minjeong already has a hand lazily circling her clit, soft breaths escaping her lips as she looks at the erotic thumbnails on the screen. 

“What do you wanna watch?” Yizhuo asks, unsure where to look, between her laptop, and Minjeong’s body. “I’m fine with anything.”

“Oh, that looks really hot.” Yizhuo looks at where Minjeong’s pointing, and at the end of her finger, a preview of a schoolgirl in uniform grinding against a table playing on the screen. She clicks on it, and both girls start to get comfortable, leaning back on the pillows behind them. On the screen, the camera follows a schoolgirl, dressed in a typical Japanese-style high school uniform, entering an empty classroom. Eventually, exposition starts—both girls are entranced by the story unfolding in front of them: it’s quiet hours after school, and the girl wants to try something new.

It doesn’t take long for the action to begin. When the girl on the screen begins to unbutton her blouse, exposing her small chest encased in a white bra, Yizhuo hears Minjeong sigh next to her, and she turns her gaze over to her best friend, whose gaze is fixed on the screen, watching in rapt attention. Both of her hands are busy now, with her right still circling her clit, but her left now beginning to palm a petite breast. The throb of need deep in Yizhuo’s core surprises her—she admires how hot Minjeong looks next to her, and she looks away, heart pounding. It’s not even anything much—she’s just softly fondling herself—and yet Yizhuo’s already so wet just watching. She can’t believe herself. What is this—

“Hey, what’re you dreaming about?” Yizhuo jumps when Minjeong elbows her. “She’s about to masturbate! Quit that and watch it with me!” 

Guilt festers in Yizhuo’s heart when she realizes she’s thinking lustfully about Minjeong again. She pushes it aside almost instantly to focus on the video, and she’s greeted with a hot sight—the girl on the screen has lost her blouse and bra, and the skirt she has on has the hem shoved into the waistband on the front, with her panties on full display to the lens, a wet spot already visible on the front. Yizhuo watches as the girl softly plants her clothed mound onto the surface of the table, right at the corner, and she begins to grind against the surface, moaning in pleasure. 

A rush of slick flows from Yizhuo’s core as she admires the girl on screen. It’s there that she realizes something that makes her bite her lip in surprise and arousal—the actress on the screen vaguely resembles Minjeong, especially the body. She glances over to double check, and she softly moans when she confirms her suspicion, her core throbbing again. The girl next to her and the girl on the screen might as well be the same person, at least neck down, and Yizhuo feels a rush of wetness coat her fingers when she rubs against her sex, teasing the entrance with two fingers. In her head, it’s Minjeong on screen now, grinding her clothed pussy on the table in her uniform skirt. Once again, Yizhuo’s eyes roam next to her, and she can’t stop looking at Minjeong now, with her fingers plunging into her hole, soft moans of pleasure escaping her open mouth as she teases her nipples with her other hand. The girl on the screen is doing that as well, and Yizhuo just feels dizzy hearing the sounds of sex around her—two sets of moans from Minjeong and from the speakers of her laptop, as well as the slick sounds of Minjeong’s fingers plunging into herself.

The burning need that sears through her body prompts her to mirror Minjeong’s actions—she pushes her fingers into her hole, and she begins to match her best friend’s pace. The moan she lets out is obscene, and she can’t stop her vocalizations of pleasure when she pulls her fingers out, the friction of her digits rubbing against her walls just so delicious. On the screen, pseudo-Minjeong is furiously grinding down on the table now, unabashedly moaning as she pushes herself closer and closer to orgasm, and the real Minjeong next to Yizhuo is in a similar state. With every thrust of her fingers into herself, she’s moaning, writhing, hips bucking to fuck her own hand as she watches the porn video, and her shoulder lightly brushes Yizhuo’s every time she moves. She swears she’s going crazy—as if Minjeong’s touches weren’t enough already, she can smell Minjeong’s natural scent, and it just arouses her so much.

“Fuck, it’s not comfortable—”

Minjeong shifts herself for comfort, pressing herself right against Yizhuo’s shoulder now, instead of just the occasional contact. The direct touch only sends her into a frenzy internally—Minjeong feels so warm to the touch, and she just smells so nice, and it all goes straight down to her leaking core, her juices flowing freely from her hole. Yizhuo swears she’s staining her bed, but she doesn’t care—she’s so turned on, and she can’t stop staring at Minjeong now, the video akin to a forgotten relic at this point. The mix of emotions and sensations is overwhelming—anticipation, guilt, arousal, joy, and fear all wash over Yizhuo in waves, but she can’t stop herself, won’t stop herself from getting off to Minjeong. 

“Oh, f—ngh, Ningie, shit!”

Minjeong’s moan of Yizhuo’s name sends a spike of shock and arousal straight to the Chinese girl’s heart and core. She turns her head slightly, and she meets the half-lidded eyes of her best friend, face flushed in red. 

“I’m getting close, Ningie, I’m so close to cumming…” Minjeong’s hot breath mingles with Yizhuo’s soft moan, their lips just inches from the other’s. It drives Yizhuo wild—she’s so wet knowing that she could just kiss Minjeong right now, just—

“Me too.” Yizhuo’s shaky voice betrays all of her emotions—she does not sound as calm as she wants herself to sound. However, Minjeong’s too far gone to even notice.

“Ningie, let’s cum together, I wanna cum with you, I wanna cum together with you, I wanna cum together with you Ning, cum with me, cum with me!”

Yizhuo doesn’t even have time to announce her orgasm—it hits her like a truck. Flashes of white take her sight from her, her ears ringing with Minjeong’s words, begging her to ‘cum with me’. In her haze, she thinks she knocks her head against Minjeong’s—she’s not sure at all. What she’s sure of, however, is the sensations of her pleasure exploding outward—it’s hot, it’s wet, and it leaves Yizhuo feeling sticky afterward. In between the flashes of white, glimpses of Minjeong wracked with pleasure next to her as she moans unabashedly, her hips jerking as she grinds her palm down on her clit, prolonging the fleeting pleasure of her orgasm. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible: both girls are so close together, with Minjeong leaning against Yizhuo, the latter so acutely aware of how their heads and shoulders touch, of how good Minjeong smells, of how they’re moaning almost into each other’s mouths, of just how damn close they are. 

She wants to melt into Minjeong. 

However, that’s impossible, and the best Yizhuo can settle for is watching Minjeong pull her slick fingers out from between her legs, bringing them to her mouth. She watches with unbridled lust as her best friend parts her lips, and she takes her cum-drenched fingers between them, tongue darting out to lick her juices off of her digits, softly moaning at her own taste. Minjeong’s just as messy as she is, strings of slick clinging between the gaps of her fingers as she takes each one into her mouth. Almost unconsciously, Yizhuo’s doing the same now, mirroring Minjeong, tasting her own tangy cum coating her fingers. The fire in her lights up again, and she wishes she was the one licking Minjeong’s cum off of her fi—

“Hey, Ningie…”

Minjeong’s voice is raspy, sultry. Her hot breath brushes against Yizhuo’s ear and cheek, and the way she sounds all goes straight to Yizhuo’s core. Right after what might be the Chinese girl’s most world-shattering orgasm yet, she’s ready to go again just with Minjeong’s sexy voice whispering right into her ear.

“We should do this together.”

“Wha—What?” Yizhuo’s eyes must be bugged out in shock right now. The world almost seems to stop around her, and she thinks she’s broken—there’s no way Minjeong just said what she said. 

“I… I wanna masturbate like that in school.” Minjeong whispers, motioning at the screen. “But I…” She falters, biting her lip in nervousness and uncertainty, before she gathers the courage to finish her sentence. “I want to do it only with you.”

Yizhuo combusts. Heat explodes across her body, lust burning deep in her core and washing over her skin, all because of the beautiful girl right in front of her. She doesn’t know how to put what she wants to do in any clean terms—

Ning Yizhuo wants to fuck Kim Minjeong. But she can’t.

“W-What are you saying? We… What?”

“First day of school—well, after school—me and you stay back. Let everyone leave. It’s the first day—no one stays. Then…” Minjeong trails off, biting her lips, softly sighing. Yizhuo stares at her best friend, dizzy, dazed, unsure where to look, eyes darting everywhere, until she notices Minjeong’s hand between her thighs again, fingers curling into her hole once more. Almost instinctively, Yizhuo’s masturbating as well, something that doesn’t escape Minjeong’s notice. 

“T-Then what, Minjeongie?”

“Then… Then…” Minjeong gasps, biting her lips, closing her eyes tightly in pleasure. “Then we strip down to our panties, and grind on your desk. I… We can watch each other, just like… just like this, just like now.”

The filthy words drive Yizhuo insane once again. With a loud moan, she penetrates herself with her fingers, grinding on her own clit with the heel of her palm. She sees, hears Minjeong doing the same, and they shift closer to each other on the bed, fascinated by each other now, laptop long forgotten.

“I-Is that a yes?” Minjeong’s voice is small, unsure, but still so sexy. 

Yizhuo’s insane.

“Yes. Let’s… let’s do it.”  The Chinese girl breathes, a whine caught in her throat when she presses against her G-spot. “Let’s do it together.”

“Mmh. Together.”

With both girls still sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take much for them to get close to a second orgasm already. Minjeong’s grinding down on her own hand again, softly moaning every time she thrusts her fingers into herself, and Yizhuo’s hungry eyes devour the erotic sight in front of her. The very same hunger burns behind Minjeong’s eyes as well—they rake over Yizhuo’s sensual curves, over the swell of her breasts and the dark brown nubs atop the flesh, taut with arousal, across her tight tummy that she loves to show off in cute crop tops, along her long legs, her meaty thighs, and right at her core now, where Yizhuo has two fingers plunging into herself, slick dripping all over her thighs and leaking onto the bed sheet, tingles spreading across her skin when Minjeong’s eyes meet hers. Their foreheads touch now, hot breaths all over each other’s lips, moaning into each other’s mouths. 

“You’re so hot, Ningie…”

Minjeong’s deep, sexy voice has Yizhuo leaking more slick between the gaps of her fingers. She’s already so close, so dangerously close to her second peak, and Minjeong is driving her crazier and crazier with every word. 

“I… I love watching you masturbate. It makes me so fucking wet…” 

The broken moan Yizhuo releases is sinful. Before she can even finish processing the ramifications of Minjeong’s sentences, she’s already speaking again. 

“A-Am I hot, Ningie? Do you… Do you love watching me touch myself too?”

“Yes, yes I do, you’re so hot, so fucking hot, Minjeongie, I—” The words tumble out of the Chinese girl’s mouth uncontrollably. The pure honesty is just what Minjeong wants to hear, and the beaming grin on her face depicts her joy amidst her arousal.

“Good, then… then keep looking at me, keep watching me.” The Korean girl takes a short pause, biting her lip as she deliberates over her next sentence, and then she spits it out anyway, her voice shaking with uncertainty. “Keep watching me until… until we… we cum together.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, Minjeongie, f—!” 

Minjeong’s words go straight down between Yizhuo’s legs, and she tries to tear away her fingers from herself. However, she’s too far gone now, with Minjeong having pushed her over the edge with that final sentence. Yizhuo never finishes her exclamation—it ends with a broken cry instead. She freezes as stars explode across her vision, and a loud scream rips through her throat as her hips buck, the tension all over her body finally snapping. With every jerk of her body, streams of Yizhuo’s juices gush out from her pussy, streaks of wetness staining her sheets as she rubs circles on her clit in an attempt to prolong the pleasure of her orgasm. Spray after spray of her cum soaks the cloth beneath her, the cathartic release she so craves finally upon her as she goes through her climax. The world around her melts away in pleasure—but in that haze, Yizhuo realizes the one thing she can’t tear herself from: Minjeong. Minjeong’s body, Minjeong’s voice, Minjeong’s words, Minjeong’s features—all of them blend together as one, the only thing Yizhuo can focus on now. The moan of Minjeong’s name that leaves Yizhuo’s lips is involuntary, uncontrolled. Yizhuo repeats it like a mantra—it’s how she tethers herself to the real world as she rides through her high.

Minjeong doesn’t last a second longer after Yizhuo. The sight of her best friend orgasming is what pushes her over the edge—Minjeong watches as Yizhuo’s hips buck, the first spray of her cum gushing from between her fingers to drench the sheets, and she sees her best friend fall to the pleasure. Immediately, she’s following suit—her scream dies in her throat, body writhing as she rolls onto her back, hips jerking with every burst of orgasmic pleasure that pulses across her body from her core. Dimly, Minjeong feels her cum drench her fingers, stream after stream of it leaking down her index and pinky fingers as she thrusts her middle and ring fingers over and over into herself to prolong her pleasure. Every brush of her clit with the heel of her palm draws more and more squirt out of her, her cum pooling between her thighs and staining the sheets beneath her as well. Both girls enjoy their orgasms next to each other, lost in the pleasure yet still so aware of the person right next to them. 

Eventually, both girls do come down from their highs. Yizhuo and Minjeong lie next to each other, panting in exhaustion, minds on overdrive thinking about the other. Yizhuo swears she’s hypersensitive right now—she feels the heat rolling off Minjeong in waves, she senses every dip in the bed as Minjeong shifts, and when Minjeong’s hand brushes against her skin, hot flashes of arousal and want rush all over her again. 

“Thank you, Ningie.”

Yizhuo feels the soft press of Minjeong’s lips on her cheek—

Minjeong just kissed me.

An explosion occurs in Yizhuo’s chest. Minjeong has never kissed her before. Ever. Yet now, she just does it after a mutual self-love session, as if it were nothing. What the f—?!

“Oi, Ningie, are you listening?” Somehow, Minjeong is already up and about, tugging at Yizhuo’s sheets.

“Huh—?”

“I said we gotta change the sheets! We… um, I… we made messes just now… Sorry.”

Somehow, Yizhuo finds it in her to shelve her thoughts for later. Both girls change the sheets and go for a shower, which remains chaste, as much as Yizhuo doesn’t want it to be, her ruined mind replaying instance after instance of her session with Minjeong, her body still wracked with arousal long after, even when she gets into bed. 

“Goodnight, Ningie.”

“Goodnight, Minjeongie.”

Yizhuo doesn’t get any sleep that night.

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i send Princess Eunbi

classy upfront but wild in bed :floshed:

hope you're doing well qt

stay hydrated

fighting izzue:hyewonheart::luvv:

I miss you so much! Thank you for the princess pics 🙇‍♀️ hope you and everyone else are doing well, too 'cause the kitchen is getting hot, if you know what I mean.

#ask #craycr4y

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what's better, Eunbi doms Gaeul or Gaeul doms Eunbi?

would you gradually join them in their lesbian actions that'll end up with both of their pussies full with your cum?

After seeing Seven Rings Gaeul, I can't be convinced that she's a sub. Jesus, have you seen her twerking for the last USA performance?

And yes. Definitely yes.

#ask #anon

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https://twitter.com/alafolie927/status/1776068400013578684?t=-PeVpEw4qLYr95-cwemFEQ&s=19

this kdrama-like moment left me speechless.. just how gorgeous she is T﹏T

Straight out of a movie. Here's more pics of the hot girl.

Also this... oh my god. She's so effortlessly gorgeous AHHHHHH

#ask #anon

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I'm holding you to releasing this or I'm retiring forever and ever which isnt a threat but people paid me to write some stuff which means I'm leaving that behind and you dont want me to be seen as a filthy lying scammer do you do you do you or do you

hello caps :) 29 30 32 !!

hello octa9on :)

29. What's the hardest thing about writing

I honestly believe writing to be a process of accepting some level of failure. No matter what idea you have in your head, there will never be a 1:1 mapping, perfect translation of what you wanted to create and what ends up on the page. Pressing publish is, at some point, coming to terms with that.

It's lowkey, a really wicked hobby.

32. Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

tons LOL. @majorblinks keeps a record, we call them capsisms.

off the top of my head: the word puzzle as a noun or a verb. (You puzzle out the slight edge in her voice to mean she's not in a good mood and won't be any time soon.)

the verb to float, first seen in heejin: (“Ugh, it’s been this whole thing,” Heejin says, floating her fingertips to her collarbone.)

And recently the word hazy is just too good to pass up on. It shows up everywhere!

(there are also a ton of grammatical structures I use as a default writing technique and im embarrassed to reveal my secrets)

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

gonna just drop this start to a derelict eunbi/wonyoung fic @iznsfw

“It’s just for a month,” Eunbi says, knife against the cutting board growing louder with each slice of carrot for emphasis - this in particular, how you know you’re having an argument. Like a real one. “She got screwed over by the leasing company and we have that spare room,” she explains again.

"So, may I suggest a hotel?"

"Because I for one am not particularly in the mood to read a thousand articles guesstimating who Jang Wonyoung is and is not sneaking beneath fitted hotel sheets every night when she could just stay here," she snaps. "And you'd know that if you weren't so goddamn stubborn and read my texts."

You roll your eyes.

“It’s about discretion,” she adds.

“You baby her.”

“Everyone babies her,” Eunbi says pointing the knife at you, lackadaisical. “And that’s not stopping anytime soon, mind you. Not while she can bat her eyelashes and twirl her hair with the whole damn world watching. And you can stop making that face. It's not her fault she was born pretty and rich and young and has people eating out of the palm of her hand. That's not gonna change."

The carrots make a satisfying sizzle as she drops them into the hot oil. There's a look on Eunbi's face that says, can you do anything helpful, I don’t maybe, like, stir this - and so you do.

"Listen," she says, pulling together the rest of the mirepoix; the celery first, slicing a stalk right down the middle with a slow, deliberate cut. "I'm not asking you to be best friends, I'm just asking you to try to be a little sympathetic, okay? She's like a little sister to me."

You're still stirring as you ask, "and what am I?"

"A pain in my side," she says without hesitation.

"Oh, okay," you laugh, “so when I was on my knees earlier with your leg over my shoulder and—"

"Fuck."

The knife clatters dramatically onto the cutting board and Eunbi shoots her finger tip between her lips. Pressing them into a tight pucker. 

"Did you just cut yourself?"

"No."

"Is it bleeding?"

"A little."

The sound of carrots and onions frying is enough to drown out a slight snicker, but it doesn't mean Eunbi won't remember that later - when you're both in bed, and it'll come back to haunt you in the form of an elbow to your ribs.

"You should probably go run that under water," you suggest, gesturing at the kitchen sink with the spatula in your hand.

Eunbi glares.

"Or not." You shrug.

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The Dulce Periculum series is just wow 😩😍. Any updates on when Prom Night will happen ?

Late reply but thank you for liking it! Honestly, I'm really busy right now but I think I can write more, especially since we have schoolgirl Eunbi suddenly showing up

Literally, the first thought I had upon seeing these pics was the series. It's coming back!!!!

#ask #anon

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Hey I love your series “Freak Show Talk” but how about some more drama how about Reader meets a new boy for an example Felix at therapy and they become friends but Minho get jealous of you and Felix and maybe the others if they feel a way about Reader

You got the wrong person, anon, sorry to disappoint.

#ask #anon

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Tip Box: OPEN!

Hi!

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Malapit na magreset ng season ng Roman Catholic, so maligayang pasko ng pagkabuhay sayo iz, sana masaral ulam mo

tanong ko lang anong possible next fic/fics mo?

sana okay lang bhie

ingat palagi, stay hydrated

Happy Easter + April Fools!

Here's a baby bunny to start off your Easter, anon <3 Maligayang pasko ng pagkabuhay sa inyong lahat!

I've been really busy with real life work and commitments, college, and commissions, so release schedule is a bit slow. But I do have two commissions nearly finished and a self-indulgent secretary Eunbi fic for Off*IZ Hours! I'll open commissions again after I get down to at least three.

And yes, IZ Days of Christmas is still going. I'm giving yall your 12 dollars worth 🙏 Thank you for your continued support and patience!

Sana masarap rin ulam mo anon, patikim naman...

Likewise to everyone else, have a good Easter and April Fools. To more years together 💞

#ask #anon #update #happy easter #happy april fools

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Saan ka nagbakasyon ngayong Holy Week my idol

Nagvisita Iglesia kami ng papa ko hahahaha, wlang bakasyon bakasyon anak kasi kami ni Rold 🙏 Last year nag-alay lakad kaso matanda na kami kaya visita iglesia na lang :(

#ask #anon

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As confirmed by Irene she is going to debut solo hopefully before August, Also Kwon Eunbi will have a comeback soon? How do you feel?

I feel fucking amazing AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my two ults releasing music make my day instantly better. For now, I'll relisten to these songs and hope they come back quickly and grandly.

Eunrene <3

#ask #anon

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Since its Irene's birthday today, could you share with us what makes you love our Bae so much? I am curious to hear your answer!

Side note: Have a good day!

HAPPY IRENE DAY MOTHERFUCKERS

I fell in love with her after watching a video about Red Velvet. She's pretty, talented, and such a good leader. I watched a few fan videos of her (are you even an Irene fan if you haven't watched that live of her having a sixth sense?) and just started my simping lol.

She's an amazing dancer (lead dancer after the Kang Seulgi.) I appreciated their performance together because we really got to see her moves and her voice range. I'm a longtime fan but I didn't know she could sing like that, although WildSide happened lol. She's Red Velvet's secret all-rounder, and we got to recognize that.

Irene's personality may seem closed off to those who don't know her, but she's actually so sweet and playful to the members and she knows her worth. She's not someone who doubles down when she sees something wrong or hide what she feels.

I know the stylist scandal is a bit of a sensitive topic among Baetokkis, but I think about how a lot of staff stood up for her after that and just know that she's a good person. She makes mistakes just like the rest of us but knows how to push through.

I'm rambling now so let me just conclude this by saying: no matter what anyone says about her, she's gorgeous, lovely, and set for life.

Happy birthday, Joohyun!

Oh, and she could also fuck my mouth with a strap, thanks.

#ask #anon

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you know that your busty bunny will be at this year's waterbomb festival as well?

Yep! I hope baby girl has fun and delivers, as always ;)

Also busty bunny LMAO thats her nickname now? 👙🐰

It's good that her Waterbomb appearance won't be in the Philippines—it's already hot enough as is...

Can't wait! <3

#ask #4m1rz

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when you write a story what drive you most of the time to make it

The idol themselves (including the outfits they wore)

The scenario of the story (place,time etc)

The kinks itself

More about the first two. If she's an idol I really like, I'll write a novel about her. And if I have a good idea, I'll write that down too.

#ask #anon

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Good luck if you attempt this challenge! And what was your fastest run if you did multiple attempts? Or your favorite list?

Oh, I love women? I'll name you every woman.

Kwon Eunbi

Miyawaki Sakura

Kang Hyewon

Choi Yena

Lee Chaeyeon

Kim Chaewon

Kim Minju

Yabuki Nako

Honda Hitomi

Jo Yuri

An Yujin

Jang Wonyoung

Leni Robredo

Audrey Hepburn

Anne Hathaway

Cate Blanchett

President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo

Whang Od

Tandang Sora

Marilyn Monroe

Sydney Sweeney

Jenna Ortega

Zendaya Coleman

Megan thee Stallion

Taylor Swift

Naoi Rei

Harriet Tubman

Cleopatra

Eve

Maine Mendoza

Mikha Lim

Choi Yujin

Shen Xiaoting

Sakamoto Mashiro

Hikaru

Yeseo

Nicki Minaj

Ariana Grande

Dolly Parton

Lovelace

Huh Yunjin

Nakamura Kazuha

Sorry, this is all I can do. Took me under six minutes. I'm on a road trip and I need to pee and this is making me anxious lol happy Maundy Thursday to those who observe it love you

#ask #zekethenight

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My babyyyyy

Always will be a fan of you and your writing! Glad to see you back! <3 Missing you, but no pressure at all. I'm just happy to see you here and that's more than enough. Love you!!

Tissue and Coitus.

[Heiso, notes]: first off, thank you @iznsfw (I miss you too xoxo) for this and the encouragement to actually feel like writing. There’s no stone set for my return, but I’ll push out whatever I can. (2,000+ words for IU.)

A thin, damp layer of frost overcomes the street in the mist of winter’s rage. Flakes float about themselves as everyone basks in the joy of a new jolly year. Sold-out supplies had already evacuated before December’s reign—bringing an even greater difficulty when gathering basic human needs.

You, with an exhausted expression along with your bones crackling with every step, had only just snagged a great deal on a roll of toilet paper when a smaller woman was assumably pondering the exact same plan.

Your eyes meet for just a millisecond and it feels as though this woman could see right through you.

“Oh, you seemed to have beat me to it…” she comments with the fakest smile a human could muster.

“Huh? Oh, this?” You point at the roll in your hand, standing proudly at your quickness and agility. Or maybe that’s just exaggerating.

“Yep. That,” she replies, this time with more of a sarcastic countenance—her retort generally indicated by the fold of her forearms over each other. “And I bet that’s the last,” she continues as if she already knows the answer.

“Yep. It is.” It proceeds to become uncomfortably silent. You’ve had these moments in the past, along with unexplainable humiliation. “But… I should get going…” You’re eyes dodge hers in an attempt to look for a way out, to no avail.

“Hey… you’re a kind kid right?” She smiles at you, holding out her smaller sized palm. “I’m Jieun. You should respect your elders.”

Even with such a smaller frame, her attitude has no chill.

You’re a bit surprised. This isn’t how this was supposed to go. You were going to simply purchase your toilet paper, have a nice awkward moment with this elder woman, and bing watch Netflix while stuffing your mouth with junk food.

But—not only is the toilet paper not in your hands anymore, the woman has completely disappeared.

Your head practically spins 360° in hopes you’d spot Jieun’s red sweater in the process, to no avail.

Only a few hours pass while the convenience store incident hovers within your mind. The sidewalk tells its history of today with each patch of snow with a footprint implanted within its white chilliness. You include yourself, hands stuffed within empty pockets.

Though, along the trail you notice a few small crowds a little scattered throughout the street, everyone filled with laughter and joy—bringing a bit to your own.

In the mist of the crowd you spot Jieun’s red sweater swiftly maneuvering betwixt the variety of people—her gorgeous hair reflects the sun’s light and her short figure is rather hilarious stumbling about the audience.

You decide to follow her. She stole from you, plus where the hell did she vanish to that fast.

It’s quite easy keeping track of Jieun’s movements since she stands out so greatly from the crowd.

Jieun slightly attempts at flashing through a metallic door with words that boldly read, “Maintenance Only.”

Jieun’s journey towards the restricted door seemed to be set to minimum difficulty—as yours was more of a… challenge. You realize you almost popped your should twice before you’re finally a step ahead.

The scenery within the place seems like it’ll frequent plenty of celebrities. Singers, as a couple of instruments and microphones laid useless within a pile of various other junk. Actors, a number of props and cameras set themselves up by a stanchion along the wall as if to present them. You also notice a page of scripts and names, Jieun’s being at the top of the list.

You ruminate on the idea of Jieun actually being some type of social star. Every cause had an effect and every solution had a conclusion.

You could only gather that you’ve probably just met a movie star and singer when a small tap on your shoulder interrupts your thought process.

You jolt a bit, nescient of the strangers presence.

“You’re a bit nosey, huh?” The familiar voice only enhances your horror.

“Uh, no?” you reply, whipping yourself around. You forgot how short Jieun was in the limited amount of time. It almost makes you feel cornered and pathetic.

“You shouldn’t—” In a sudden manner the same door you entered opens in a swift motion, despite its weight.

Jieun’s quicker though—and you don’t have enough time to react before your wrist is practically interlocked with her palm. Jieun drags you into a janitor’s closet not too far from the individual. Your bodies seem glued together, the tips of your shoes are kissing and your hands have no other option but to contact each other.

The closet lacks sufficient light, the only sort of sound is your erratic breaths and the slight sounds of movement from without the closet. You hear faint footsteps in the distance, a bit or rattling and clanging—as if rummaging about, potentially seeking something.

“We can’t leave yet,” Jieun says to snap you out of your trance. You were so caught up in the figure’s actions that you didn’t even come to common terms with your own. You snatch your hand away from the closet’s handle; barely visible, an attenuated sheet of dim light spreading from one wall of the closet to the opposing wall, all the while your waists and above have been completely engulfed in a starless cloud.

You progressively feel Jieun’s small, hitched breaths quicken—your bodies even closer, an intense sensation of warmth interlocks your figure and you realize that your pants have tightened tremendously. You completely stop breathing, attempting to make as much space as you can betwixt yourself and the smaller woman who’s arms suddenly make their way around your waist.

“Will you quit squirming, they’re gonna hear us..!?” The stern tone is enough for you to embrace Jieun’s presence again, this time a bit closer, and much hotter. Perhaps it’s the slender arms locking you in tightly, her short breaths on the front of your throat—maybe it’s the fact that you can feel Jieun’s warmth as well. She lifts her face within the dark, though you have trouble seeing anything else but Jieun’s eyes, glowing in crimson—a bit hypnotic, a punctilious replica of a vampiric illusion.

You feel yourself slowly drifting within.

And without the answer to whether this is right or wrong, you find yourself lip-locked with the older woman you’ve just met in a convenience store, who has also had the nerve to steal your toilet paper. Though the timing is too wrong, you descry the attempt to refrain; but you’re rather confounded when your own body pulls Jieun closer, and your faces practically glue themselves together.

Jieun wastes zero time in the rush of undressing you. It’s as if all of your clothing just… disappeared.

You feel Jieun’s hands on your bare skin. Only now do you finally begin getting rid of her clothes as well, having her join you in this nude display, though the viewers are unique and enjoy shadows and curves, if that counts.

Jieun’s arms travel from around your waist to slither along your figure until they daintily dangle from your shoulders, her soft small hands clasping your nape passionately. You take this time to embrace Jieun in the prior manner she frequented. As your hands cuff her smaller sides, Jieun’s tongue manages to slip within your lips, sending butterflies hurtling through your torso—anything else now a mere blur, your mind fully clouded with the feeling of pleasure.

You let yourself sink into her small frame, entwining oneself around her warmth—sinking deeper into her, allowing all of you to just give in.

Jieun loses a bit of time while attempting to undo your belt buckle, a slight zip the only sound aside from your heavy breaths and minimum shuffling. She succeeds, though, dropping along with your pants in unison, and even when you can’t see Jieun looking up at you you maintain the image in your head. She smiles, her tongue lapping the underside of your tip, her soft palm clasped in a fixed manner around the base, her other hand cupping your balls sensually in a rhythmic motion.

You’re too far gone to keep caution of the erotic swirls pleasuring your erection, each slick to and fro from the tip to the shaft, each gag and swallow hollow though undeniably sexually appealing, each stroke of Jieun’s soft hands as they assist her mouth in making you feel satiated.

Jieun pulls off and leaves several precursory kisses as if her previews didn’t already cash-grab you. Though she hand-grabs you in another clamped fist and her hands stroke your shaft—giving you and her jaw a rest.

Before Jieun’s hand succeed in their succession, pull her until her stature matches your chest and turn her around firmly, placing her against the closet wall while also placing her back an arch deeper. It takes not a single hesitation before Jieun’s complying: her arms keep her face from colliding with the wall and she makes sure her back stays nice and curved.

“Good girl,” was accidentally said until Jieun whimpers and backs her ass up against your crotch; allowing you to slip smoothly into the warmth of her body.

It’s enough to make you shiver.

It’s enough to make the clench and squelch of Jieun’s insides intensify as she finally cries out in pleasure. Your body essentially lunges forward to mute the moans and whines that still manage to escape the gap your fingers provide; you could only say it worked for two seconds. Plus the couple that Jieun tried, though failed, to muffled herself. Probably why she just lets her face fall into the wall. A makeshift pillow. An even better palm. Shit, even better than attempting to keep her mouth closed, because that totally wouldn’t work.

You worry but still when Jieun’s pussy tightens, her hips rocking her body to and fro, back and forth, following an erratic rhythm that she, in all likelihood, can’t even read, you almost forget about the knot most likely swelling upon her head right now. Though the slow clap of her ass hitting your waist is just at the tip of hypnotic, the occasional gleam of the results of your seduction as Jieun slowly and steadily sucks you back in after you manage to escape her grasp each time, even the erotic sounds you’d usually hear in front of a stove or an oven top, all furnish and contained; all feverish and galvanized; all waterlogged and sticky.

Everything leads to you wanting more.

Grip Jieun’s waist sternly and fearlessly begin thrusting. The impact is almost instantaneous, Jieun’s whines grow in octave and her pussy is a hard worker when it comes to milking. Her tongue has difficulty helping her talk, her arms have already failed in their quest, and her legs are on a sliver of health.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” is about all she can muster while her pussy drenches your lap.

She honestly should feel guilty, you’re going to need a new pair of pants after this…

And maybe some tissue.

Even then, though, Jieun has enough liquid to supply her for months.

Let your hands be your eyes as they venture across the lands of Jieun, an older woman you’ve just met today—even better, she stole from you.

So, let them venture until you reach one of Jieun perky titties and lift her torso until she’s basically a second shirt for you. The material is soft, a bit supple, a lot stiff. But before you can tease her about it she slams her ass into you, your dick reaching wondrous depths, Jieun’s moans reaching incredible volumes, your pleasure reaching its peak.

Jieun’s pleasure reaching its conclusion as well. Her legs kind of wobble pathetically and she gasps before an, “oh shit, oh my god,” notifies its arrival.

Jieun whimpers miserably as her imminent squirt discontinues your connection.

Attempt to regain yourself but it’s far too late. Before you’re able to groan, a spurt of cum covers a part of Jieun’s lower body, and the rest attains other unspecified areas until you deem yourself completely spent.

A soft creak on the other side of the closet door snaps you out of the haze, a knock following.

You notice you don’t have enough time to clean anything.

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How can someone who's actually a living teddy bear look so damn beautiful 😍😩

Eunbi taking the subby eunbi mode to another level