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Senior Year Isn’t the Only Thing That’s Hard

Momoland's Nancy McDonie x Jeon Somi x Male Reader Smut

20,859 words

Categories | popular!Nancy and Somi, threesome, blowjob, titjob, anal, spanking, fluff, also if you get the reference(s) I love you

Thank you for commissioning! Was tough to find time to write during exam season but fuck it we ball.

Stars in the sky, stars in their eyes—they’re truly something else. Shouldn’t they be up there themselves? They glimmer too bright to be left here on earth, with a guy like you who can’t hold a flame to them.

But maybe you’re one yourself. Stars only ever mingle with their own kind. So there's the possibility that the three of you are stardust, simmered onto this world to shine in other places where they need it. It’s a laughable way to put it, almost cliche. But when you look at them, you realize you’re not far off.

See here: you're young. It's too early to worry about reputation—(oh, what a word, by the way, with its promise of faint or fail)—but a great, great place to start. 

You didn't know about that second part until you met Somi and Nancy.

First, picture this: your story is a movie, the rare one where the male character is the lead of the story although—let's face it—it's them everyone's reading this for. Not you, not your style, not nada and zip. Everyone is and always will be here for them:

Jeon Somi and Nancy McDonie. They're teen royalty. Only a few students ever get to say they held that title. Not that it's of any importance later in life but what matters more than the present? The juniors look at them green with envy, and with the seniors, the ones who are all proud in their recent age of adulthood, either like them but hate to say it and "hate" them but like them too much to say it. It's that simple. It’s that complicated, too, at the same time. 

And, admittedly, it’s… a lot to take in.

Strangely, you're not in either of those categories despite being a senior yourself. The difference is that you like them, and aren't afraid to say it. After all, you owe them a lot for helping you get out of your shell.

-

Well, not at first. But that’s how it works, right? You, Somi, and Nancy don’t immediately become friends right from the get-go. There has to be some kind of story behind it, and you’re willing to tell yours.

-

It all started… well, like this:

You enrolled into a new school sometime after your eighteenth or nineteenth birthday. Yep, you really couldn’t remember. It’s all been in a flash with them, makes you feel a little dumb. All you know was it was the worst present to have: being required to join an institution that was as unfamiliar as it was unwanted. Like, fucking hell—this early? You were just a kid! Well, not anymore, but there had to be some kind of consideration for this, right? An exception that could be made?

Unfortunately, signing up for a new school was not a subject up for debate. It wasn’t something you could bargain yourself out of. No promises to be good, no extra chores, nothing. Your parents were firm on deciding that you were in need of a fresh new start.

And it just sort of happened that this clean slate you had? You ruined it completely.

Oh, it was classic teenage rebellion. You did almost everything you could to buy your way out of circumstances that didn't go how you wanted them to. You wouldn't say it was totally uncalled for. You had friends at your old school you thought you'd forever be with—the way you saw it, no one could just pull that away from you.

Alas, here you were. You'd been in this classroom more times than you could remember. Neither you nor the presidents spoke. No one was willing to break the ice.

Finally, sun melted the cold and replaced the winter with a fiery, hot summer. "You again?" Nancy McDonie leaned on the edge of the teacher's desk. Her expression was that of someone who's going through a cruel cycle of same-shit-different-day. You knew what that's all about. "I swear, we see you here every Tuesday."

And what a privilege that was. Sarcasm? A little. 

"Oh?" you said. You did your own leaning on the backrest of the chair and put your arms behind your head. "Well, it's not like I enjoy it here."

Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. To be truthful, you didn’t know either at the time, so… well—you’re left involved in another banter with the two leaders of the student government. You didn’t see why you had to be sent to them every time you did something even just the littlest bit of wrong, but here you were. This was routine already. As everyday and usual as brushing your teeth and showering.

Nancy squinted her eyes at you, and you stared right back unnervingly. Neither of you were going to give up a silent fight like that.

"If you did," Jeon Somi quipped, beside her best friend with her hands on her own hips, "we'd understand. I mean, look at us."

She didn't have to remind you. Both girls were prettier than they should be. ‘Cause look here for a minute: Nancy's got this long caramel hair going on for her, and it extends long beyond her shoulder blades, framing her amazing curves and slim arms. She's the push to Somi's pull—Nancy is the calmer one, the girl who takes things more seriously. 

To be fair, Somi does her own taking, too. Just not in the same way. She's blonder, bustier, more extroverted. She walks life with an unrestrained laugh unfit for such a gorgeous girl and feet clad with platform school shoes that always carry her in paces around the classroom. She's kind enough to cast a blind eye on some of your offenses, but too princess-y to keep her words about herself humble.

You say these in present tense because later on, when the circumstances change and so do the seasons, you'd find out that's truly who they are. Your relationship would change but they wouldn't. They're still the same Somi and Nancy who are always glued to each other, always giggling, always the it girls, always the most popular girls in school.

One day, the punishment for your routine offenses would be death caused by them, and even that you'd welcome. Oh, just imagine…

"Let me guess." The brunette girl tapped her finger on the desk surface. Lucky piece of wood. "You didn't pay the treasurer again?"

You sighed and fiddled with your pencil. Scratches from the pointed led were imprinted on the olden table attached to the seat. You bit back a remark about how the class treasurer was as corrupt as a politician withering away with the hope the graft charges would, too. "Wrong," you said, steadily. "I accidentally spray-painted miss Seo during arts.”

Your truth was met with silence.

“She looked like she came out of a unicorn's asshole," you helpfully added.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Ah, well, of course you did—it was impossible to forget when it happened fifty fucking minutes ago. Yes, you counted down, because the surprise that took over you when you squeezed the nozzle of the can on a teacher you didn’t even know was behind you was everything to remember. Every color of the rainbow was soaking her dress pants and blouse, making her become the personification of a lively Pride parade.

(You didn’t leave that detail out for your poor victim not to hear, when you said: “Gay rights, anybody?”

Looking back, that was prooobably what got you into another meeting with the girls. The teachers had some real strange beliefs.)

Somi snorted, then started to laugh boisterously, so much that her body rocked downwards. To be fair, it started out as a small chuckle. Things went from this to that and suddenly it worked itself into a full cackle. 

She slapped Nancy on the shoulder and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she apologized; (it was useless), “but that shit’s so… fffucking—”

"It's not funny, Somi," Nancy said with a more solid voice than that of her friend’s. "Hey. Hey, it's not funny!"

“Just think about it, babe.” Somi, still snickering, tried to put some sense in her, tried to make her see what made it so funny. “Think of the gay flag. Now—listen—imagine it as mean old miss Seo. You see where I’m going?”

“Still not funny.”

"C'mon, prez," you told the unconvinced girl. You flung your hands in the air nonchalantly. "Live a little."

"Yeah, Nance," echoed Somi cheerfully, poking her best friend’s cheek. She was the only one who could ever do that to her. Any other person and they’d be found dead in a ditch alongside their reputation. And god, did it matter a lot to young’uns like you. "Live a little."

"Don't call me that.”

Somi shut her mouth. From what you noticed, she was the lesser contained of the two of them. She spoke with a sailor’s mouth that had the accent and vocabulary of a valley girl. Kind of true—she was filthy rich. You saw her parents during the senior acquaintance party and it wasn’t that hard to figure out she was wealthy when you saw her father slip her her allowance. Also, her mother was dressed in the best and latest trends, looking younger than she really was with how she held herself. Only rich people and really exemplary actresses could pull that off.

"And what was your offense the previous week?" Nancy went on. She was leaning forward now, unintentionally offering you the best view a horny senior could wish for: her bust struggling to be held inside her uniform blouse. 

A distraction, that's what it was. Oh, fuck, now Somi was doing it, too. Both girls are busty, full breasts begging to be freed from fabric. You should have really requested undressing them as your punishment, but it was clear that it was probably what they wanted and this was simply to coerce answers from you, unintentional or not. 

They still held their dynamics, even when they’re forcing words out of you. They went hand in hand, pairing up together like they were born to be friends: the angel that was Nancy, and the little devil Somi was; good cop (in a way) Somi, and bad cop Nancy.

You weren’t gonna say their methods didn’t work. You gulped. Since when did you sound like a shitty literotica author with two sales? "I started a food fight in the cafeteria."

"And the previous week?"

"I tripped mister Brown in the hallway because he failed me."

"And the week before that?"

"I started a campaign that Photoshopped Shrek onto teachers' faces."

Silence, as if all the world were a show that liked to take several beats.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” asked Nancy finally.

“You do,” you said. “You don’t think I can see you smiling?” There was something in her face that told you that hatred for you was not all there was to it. Something about the uplifted motion at the left end of her lips. Somi was barely hiding it with the giggles she was making.

“Don’t flatter yourself, dickhead.”

“Oooh, nice one for a first swear word.” You threw the pencil away and folded your hands together. Leaned forward, too, because if they were showing off their cleavages like that, you might as well do the same. “Got anything else for me?”

You promised you weren’t always this petty. These weekly meetings with the presidents just tired you out. It wasn’t your fault you were like this. It could all be traced back to your parents’ nth mistake: sending you off to this shithole of a school. For fuck’s sake, this wasn’t even where you envisioned yourself to be five years ago, when your teachers made you draw a visionary of yourself on white bond paper. Far from it, if you looked past your shitty skills at sketching.

“Detention, maybe,” Somi said helpfully after swallowing the last pieces of her laughs. “And a suspension.”

“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes. “Please, not you, too.”

“Yep. Real scary stuff, huh?” She smiled, raising her hands in claws before firing you a wink. Your breath shortened just for a while. Only just. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to go through all that if you behave.”

You smiled back. “Like a good boy?”

But there was your heart slipping into a knot as you said it. Joke-filled lines you exchanged with the girls were difficult not to stay upon when your hormonal brain kept each one dirty.

The two girls looked at each other for a moment. Then, they smiled. That was a rare one from Nancy. Somi, however, boasted her shining simper as she took a few steps forward to pat you on the shoulder.

"You're alright, newbie," was all she said. "You're alright."

-

A few months—

(Well, you could say it took fewer than that. Within a timespan of what seemed like seconds, Somi had you wrapped around the long hem of her ballroom gown. But she didn’t drag you around for long; she treated you like a fellow royal, helping you out with math though she had little time and greeting you in the hallways and therefore drawing looks, because why was the Jeon Somi talking to some random new kid? But attention was what came with being Somi and slash or being part of her life. It’s time you got used to it.)

—and a lot of bickering later—

(“You are the biggest dumbass I’ve ever met,” said Somi, fingers massaging her temple. “Who in goddess’ name doesn’t know dodos are extinct?”

You flipped the teacher’s copy shut. “Normal people,” was your answer to her, as you brooded over social studies homework at the library. 

“Shhhh!” the librarian, with her stereotypical glasses and graying hair, hissed at you from her desk. After a hateful glare, she was returning to her telenovela, which you argued was louder than your hushed conversation with your new friend.

Friend? What could you call this thing you had with Somi? She liked you, but that didn’t mean she was your friend or you were hers. You could like a modern abstract painting at the gallery and still not buy it. Maybe that was how she looked at you.

“The dodo is dead-o,” Somi said seriously. She looked at you with an equally resolute glare. 

“The dodo is dead-o,” you repeated. You could remember that.

“You’re so lying, did they never teach you that at your old school? Like at all?”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t spend time thinking if a stupid bird is alive or not.”

“See?” She raised her voice so that the poor juniors in the cluster behind you had to hear. “This, my friends, is what’s wrong in our society! Eighteen-year-olds in this prominent day and age are all like ‘I dunno what a dodo is!’!”

“For fuck’s sake, they’re all dead!” you yelled before the librarian could scold you again. “They won’t fucking care!”)

—things began to change.

-

She did say you were alright. You still had discourse over birds but in her eyes, you convinced yourself eventually you were alright. 

-

It wasn’t the case for Nancy. That smile she made back in that classroom apparently meant nothing. You were amusing to her, but that’s everything to it. Nothing more, nothing less. You were entertaining in a way a clown at a children’s party was: no one particularly cared about it days after.

“He’s tagging along?” she said. She looked you up and down suspiciously, as a guard would at an airport, then turned to Somi. “Somi, I thought we agreed on no boys on trips.”

And it—

… hurt you?

Not only that made you feel out of place, but the visible fact that both girls were dressed like they were about to go to a gala. They were both in skirts, wearing layers that vested upon expensive blouses and coats that even from miles away would look good. You, of course, were excluded in your simple tee and shorts. It was as if you didn’t even try to look presentable.

“Consider me one of the girls,” you said. You hoped that quick reply was witty enough, because if not, you were doomed. You already had a bad enough poor position to deal with. See? You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t want it.

And it wasn’t like going to the mall with them was something you wanted either. Somi texted you one day, having found your number through means that were probably illegal but were given a blind eye because oh look she’s Jeon Somi, and asked, hey, wanna come to the mall w me? 

Looking back, that message had a lot of undertones. 

You didn’t know Nancy was coming along, but you should have known that when the two girls were always together. Hoping that she would come along was what you did, and perhaps one of the reasons why you wanted to go (wait, you wanted to go? But didn’t you— never mind). Now that she had expressed clear distaste for your presence, you felt like an outcast again.

You didn’t want to go back to those days.

Somi nodded enthusiastically. Well, at least someone was happy to have you around. She was the first one to warm up to you, and you could say that you were friends with her now. Something told you she was okay with that. “Yeah, Nance! I promise he’s gonna be good, like super duper good. Just think that he’s Mina.”

“Don’t call me that. Oh, and remember what we did to Mina?” 

Everybody knew Kang Mina although she graduated a long time ago. She was a loner at first, but pretty. She didn’t know that she was beautiful, of course, not until she became friends with Somi and Nancy and suddenly—

“Oh no,” you said. You put up your hands. “No, no, no, no, no. You are not—”

“Giving you a makeover?” Nancy smirked, that being the first time of the day that she gave signs of a living smile. “Yeah, we are.”

The salon was right up ahead after the pavilion. You took a single look at it and saw its pink, glamoring state along with the hairdos it advertised, and knew that you were wholly, indefinitely, and irreparably fucked.

“God, what’re you gonna do to me?” you groaned as you were shoved into a disgustingly pink seat, accompanied by strange looks from strangers whose strangeness in their colored hairs and phrases shouldn’t give them any right to look at you like that. Masculinity this, masculinity that—but come on. It was… what year was it again?

“Hey, Jessa!” Somi called out loudly. Jessa was a plump, sweet woman with bayonetta glasses that made her slits for eyes look even smaller. “Make him look like everything.”

“Yeah!” Nancy actually looked enthusiastic. You tried not to curl up into a snail-like position when she brushed her fingers through your hair. “Like a dreamboat, that kind.”

Jessa smiled. “You two are always in some sort of BS, aren’t you?” Fondness graced her elderly tone. It was clear the two girls were frequent visitors.

She swiftly curled the chair into the vanity table’s direction. Your reflection in the star-studded mirror made you wince. You had cysts in all the inconvenient places, a bread crumb at the side of your mouth from the breakfast you had at that niche cafe, everything. Even Jessa looked like royalty compared to you. What more next to Somi and Nancy, whose skirted long legs towered over you and reminded you that they always held the better deck, the better position? 

“Call us the Bullshitter Bitches, then!” Somi began to tap dance on her heels. It was her hidden talent. Well, it wasn’t really hard to tap dance when she had those long legs. “‘We’re the Bullshitter Bitches / We shit on snitch—”

“Somi, that’s disgusting,” Nancy snapped sourly. She clicked a haircut apron around your neck. Great. Now you looked like a goddamned infant who’s growing up with a princess complex.

“Sorry.”

“Just so you know,” you said, as Jessa snipped away at your head, “I’m not paying for this. I don’t need a makeover.”

“‘Course you aren’t. It’s all on the house.”

Brushes swished on your face, hiding the beginning foundations of new hormonal pimples and blackheads. They hid away your imperfections with just one slide. You never saw them as such, not until you got into senior high and therefore compared yourself to the bigger guys, the cooler guys. The ones whose sweat wrung from their hair but still looked attractive enough to get the girls. Maybe this was what you needed. You were gonna have to think twice about the whole operation.

“Makeup?” you asked warily. Not that you were against it. but you never really tried it on before.

Somi’s hand made an L-shaped gesture and branded itself in front of her forehead. “Boo, come on, it’s the big year of”—redacted, with an exclamation at the end. Nobody needed to know when this happened. The time will come when everything will reveal itself. She painted powder that almost matched the shade of your skin and hued it on your cheeks and neck. “Who said guys can’t wear makeup?”

“Makeup is for everybody,” chirped Jessa in agreement. “And that’s right, sweetie, you don’t need a makeover. Just a touch up. And everyone gets them, even handsome guys like you.”

Nobody had ever called you handsome. The last time it ever happened was when your mother buttoned your polo for preschool. It’s flattery, you knew, but your chest still felt as if it were knotted.

“Ain’t that right,” Nancy stooped to your level and brushed your nose with the tip of her finger—her soft smile was gripping, “new boy.”

Another one, and a roundness at the edge(?) of your throat you couldn’t swallow. Your Adam’s apple bobbed yet it was useless at downing it. 

You had to look away. Did she just agree that you were good-looking? You knew Somi thought that, too, but this was Nancy. Nancy McDonie, the girl who didn’t care for you much and didn’t want you here.

She still didn’t like you. But maybe that would change.

(Spoiler alert: it did. That’s how the story went.)

You wondered how rich they actually were to pay Jessa to be so committed to making you look your best. Your hair was purple for a few minutes (“Fuck no!” you shouted) and was easily returned to the black with a quick dye. Then she gelled it in so many directions that you’d think your blunt mane was a car being controlled by an overexcited student driver. That was already thousands of won by itself. But it went on without stopping, and Somi and Nancy still weren’t satisfied.

“I’m telling you, Somi,” said the brunette girl, twirling your chair to the mirror again, “he looks good with that slicked back do!”

“Be serious with me.” Somi blew-dried your hair and ran her hand along your whiffed locks. “Grody as hell. Doesn’t he look like 90s’ Brendan Fraser?”

“He does,” Jessa said. She returned with tools that looked so unfamiliar to you that they might as well be surgeon’s supplies. Fuck, were they gonna take out your liver after all that trouble?

“Ha! See?”

“He has some nice eyebrows. Just needs a little trimming and he’s good to go.”

“Thank god,” you said. They all looked at you as if surprised to remember you weren’t a doll to practice hairstyling on. Your scalp already ached royally. “I need to get out of here.”

Nancy shook her head. “Nuh-uh. You’re not going anywhere, new boy. You’re ours for today.”

You gulped. God, okay. You were good with that. 

A light edged metal ran along the ends of your brows. You were afraid they were going to make you look like Megan Fox in Jennifer’s Body, but it actually turned out alright. 

After all the ruckus, you were there, staring at your reflection.You could pass for a guy richer than you actually were, cooler than you actually were. Your eyebrows were cleanly trimmed, in a steady and one-way direction, and your hair was cut yet splayed in a way that made you actually look flattering. Then you had your cheeks to look at, which were clear of any of your open pores and pimples. You looked like what they told you would: everything.

“I… I’m one of the girls now,” you said out of the blue. It was like a moment of truth for you.

“Yes you are,” Somi said proudly. “Now can we go get some ice cream?”

Nancy glanced at the clothing shop a few blocks down the tiled path and shook her head. Nope. Not a chance in any galaxy.

-

It was also later on, when you saw yourself in clothes from brands you never dreamed of buying, you knew that this thing you had with the presidents would go on forever, an eternity that would last long after—

-

Senior year, your golden age.

"Hey, hotshot," a clear voice says into your ear. She's on the phone with you yet her voice is loud enough for it to be easily assumed that she's physically present. "Up to see me after class?"

That's Somi, by the way. Yep, the leader of the student body who sanctioned you years ago. She's a real life Korean-Canadian doll. She'd be the stereotypical one, the face and brand—she's tall and slender, owning the hallways like she was the first step to ever be made in them. Blonde, too. You've met her years before and not once have you seen her natural color replace her dyed yellow.

The thing about her is that she's always just that shameless and energetic. She has one default personality and that is extroverted. 

She's also naturally flirtatious, and you know it doesn't mean anything else when she calls you derogatory names in sweet tones but you remain attached to her. We’ll just keep it at that.

"Aren't we meeting in social studies?" you chuckle. This girl can't get enough of being around people. Around you, to be more specific. But that's what friends do.

"Not enough, obvi.” 

“Right.”

“Is Nancy coming, too?"

"I think so."

"Darn it. I was hoping to…." 

You raise your brows in suspicion. "What?"

"Nothing. I said we're meeting up."

Let out a soft chuckle. "I didn't say yes," you inform her, just in case she forgot.

"And I didn't say that what you think about it matters, butthead. You know you want to see me. Tata!"

And it ends off with that. Click. 

Your smile is wide. That's Somi for you: a brat at heart, always getting what she wants one way or another, with a vocabulary that matches that of a spoiled heiress. Maybe she is one? You don't know but the branded clothes she often wears to school are getting a little suspicious. Among other things.

The locker space is packed with students, both juniors and seniors, male and female. They see you and start whispering among themselves. Some even make way. That wouldn't have been possible in your first year, but then Somi and Nancy happened. They made you the way you were. They made you a centerpiece. Do you like it? Admittedly, it strokes your ego well on some days.

Where's your locker key again? There it is. Click it into the padlock and swing the door open. Notes and trinkets from your two best friends are stuck to its walls. They said it was "for motivation." You let them believe that because it's true. Seeing Somi's wild happy calligraphy on the sticky note “Yep :) totally got it - Jeon <3”, compared to Nancy's more contained handwriting “Let’s get going!!!” always brightens your day.

Collect your social studies book as well as the mathematics one for the next period. Shut it, and a figure suddenly appears next to you.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Nancy!"

Oh yeah, that's how the scene opens to introduce the present Nancy McDonie. She's the brunette and calmer duplicate of Somi, but with an equally amazing body—

You won't go there. 

She has one arm pinned to the neighboring locker door and a small smile. "Language, handsome," she chides, patting your shoulder. "It's just me."

Oh, and the less sarcastic counterpart as well. Nancy calls you sweet pet names and means them. 

She’s grown fonder of you over the years. Nancy hates hard, but when she loves, she loves just as much. You’ve become so much better as a person and a newfound friend that she’s got no other choice but to keep you under her wing. 

So, it could be argued that she loves you.

Never the same way you do, like you started to right from the very beginning, when unfamiliarity stepped between you and kept your hearts away from each other.

"Hey there," you say, clutching your chest. It’s just Nancy, your other half. You've been friends with her a little after your makeover. Quite a long time, if you do say so yourself; it seems to have happened so long ago. Long enough to have you become one of the girls.

It's not derogatory, like other boys would think. Being friends with the girls is more fun than hanging out with the vulgar rebels from your old school. For what it's worth, being one of Somi's and Nancy's is a huge compliment. Not everybody could say they were friends with the popular kids.

Gulp. It’s so hard to act normal in front of her when she’s naturally charming, and her uniform’s made to hug every bit of her curves, including her exceptional ass. You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re strongly and sexually attracted to her a long time ago, but it still proves to be a challenge not to stare. 

Besides, she trusts you. You’re her best friend. If you make a move on her, everybody would know and ruin your life for it, even if you’re fairly popular yourself. You’d be surprised by how quick people turn against others.

You’re not going to lie: she’s gorgeous, and the last thing that would be able to scare you is her beautiful face, but she can’t just show up like that out of the blue. That little pet name gets your gears going though. Your spirits are already afloat.

"Hey." She pats you on the head and peeks at the schedule taped to your locker. "Oh, you got social studies, too?"

"Y-you got that right."

"With Somi?"

"Yeah, sure. So?" 

Nancy, sweet as a lollipop, shakes her head cheerfully. "Nothing," she says. "I guess I'll see you there."

"See ya there." 

Offer her a two-finger salute and walk as quickly as you could although you're leaving with her. It's strange how she has your heart all bunched up when she shows up. She's pretty, yeah, but there's a certain aura about her calm demeanor that captures your stomach and keeps it tight. You hope no one gets you wrong—you like Somi, too, but Nancy has you wrapped around her little finger. She could tell you to jump off a cliff and you’d rush to buy out parachute stores.

And you’re staring at her as you switch classrooms. Your eyes are locked to her smile, her every move, her charm. Nancy was the last person you thought you’d ever be in love with—after all, she was the one who gave you sanction after sanction whenever you showed up at her classroom. Somi’s the one who went gentle with you, right?

But things happen. Plus, in a way, she’s changed you for the better. 

Your style wasn’t the only thing they made over. They helped you with your studies, your personal problems, and everything they could. Your grades went up, much to the surprise of your teachers, and you stopped your troublemaking. That was also to the surprise of your educators, but also relief. You couldn’t be more grateful. It was comforting to find new friends in a place so new. And from the girls you least expected, too.

Nancy looks at you twice, then laughs. “Why are you looking at me like you’re in love with me or something?” she says, slapping the back of your head.

Well, what do you know? She’s not far off. You could say that you’re in love.

Just the tiniest, most speckling bit in love.

“Maybe I am.”

“Stud,” Nancy says under her breath. 

She wouldn’t have dared say that in a nicer tone years ago.

The roll of her gorgeous eyes has you thinking of a scenario where it’s caused by something other than your flirtatious remarks. It would start with a flirtatious remark, then evolve into something more. Something beyond that.

Abstain from that thought. Instead, you gasp as if you belonged to the theater club with Jiwoo. “Did you just call me a slut?” you ask her. Raise your voice higher. You really hang out with Somi too much. “Everyone! Nancy McDonie just slutshamed me! I repeat, president Nancy McDonie just slut—”

A rough shove to your shoulder that neither you or Nancy expected blocks your words before they create controversy. Blonde fills your eyes as its Rapunzel owner says, “Get out of my way, creep.”

It’s such a low snarl that it alarms you. What made you a creep? Do you have to fight?

When you look up, you see that it’s no other girl than Somi. Despite what she said, she wears a cheeky, large smile. Return the grin and make it as Somi-like as possible; right, how could you forget the thing you and she have going on? 

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going,” you say, crossing your arms in faux annoyance. Yeah, you really should have tried out for that play. You could make it big as an actor.

“Oh yeah?” Somi looks you up and down. Is that bite on her lip also part of the act? “Why should I? I don’t even know your name.”

“I don’t know yours either. Is it ‘bottle blonde’?”

“Shut the fuck up. 2008 called and said they wanted their My Chemical Romance hairdo back.”

Nancy covers her face embarrassedly. She’s too proud to join the joke you and Somi have, so she’s left having to deal with the unnecessary attention your fake fights warrant. It happens almost twice every other day and people still look on to find out what’s happening. It’s what amuses you and her blonde counterpart. She and Somi are alike in many ways, all except the latter’s thirst for childish fun.

“Madams. Sir,” the teacher says. She’s miss Kim Sejeong, your social studies teacher whom you swear has been here before you were even born. The university students and graduates who’ve found their tune visit often and talk about her fondly, yet despite their ages ranging, she looks like she isn’t more than twenty-three years old. Her gaze is stern yet amused. “Do you plan on getting in? The air-conditioner’s expensive.”

While Nancy blushes in humiliation, the class erupts into giggles, and you and Somi can’t help but do the same. Each repetition of your rivalry routine is funnier than the previous one. It might be corny, especially to the other students who despise you for no reason, but it keeps your friendship solid. And what’s a better friendship than one with a few inside jokes? A strange routine?

It’s an unspoken and universal law in every classroom that even if there isn’t any official seating arrangement as to who’s sitting next to who, you still choose the ones you first sat at the beginning of the year. You’re a proud follower of that rule, and that’s why you’ve been sitting here in the front of the class with Somi and Nancy for ages. You have a secret stenciled artwork under this specific chair with an equation of your trio’s initials. It would mark long after you’ve graduated and went to pass on that you three were once best friends, and nothing could change that.

Somi leans against your arm before turning her head to glare at you. “‘Bottle Blonde,’ huh?” she says spitefully.

“Not as bad as ‘My Chemical Romance,’” you reply. That one stung a little. Does your hair really need a cut?

“Fuck you. I don’t fucking care what you say, I’ll be a blondie as much as I want.”

“And I suppose I’m emo now.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Her brows curl together at the sight of Nancy looking sour in the seat to your left. “You aight, Nancy?”

The girl nods. There’s red coloring her cheeks and ears. Kind of cute, actually. “Still alive,” she says, “after the shit you pulled there. Surprisingly.”

You and Somi bump fists. This is how it is with her. Opposed to you and Nancy acting like best friends just two steps away from being a couple, you’re more of a teasing older friend to her. You act like brother and sister, though your bond is much deeper than that. There’s something lingering in the air between you, and Somi seems to have caught it. What could it be?

You don’t have to think about that for now, not when your arms are around your two best friends in the world and now keenly listening to Kim Sejeong. That wouldn’t have been possible in your first year of high school, when things were completely different.

But, like you said, things happen. Things change. It’s just how they work, and it’s about time you get used to it being like that. You wouldn’t have had it any other way with your two friends, though. 

Sejeong waits for the three of you to get settled, then smiles welcomingly. “Now that we all have ourselves safely in our seats,” a stress there as she looks at you pointedly, “I suppose we should get on with your missed activities.”

Wince. You’re crossing your fingers, praying and begging that one particular girl doesn’t—

“What about the declamation?” Nancy asks innocently. “I thought it was due a month ago.”

A collective groan. You’ve gathered the class before to develop a plan to stall the feared exercise. Popularity, you believe, ought to be used correctly and for the common good. Keeping that declamation away is for the benefit of all. Not only is it an individual performance, but it makes up forty percent of your grade. It takes a hell of an effort to do it instantly.

No effort, so it seems, to Nancy McDonie. She’s the gooder girl of the duo, the perfect angel in all the right ways. She’s still right for this one—a lot of you just don’t like that truth.

“I thought we all agreed—”

“Somi!” you cut in, but she goes on shamelessly.

Somi stands up and looks at the class with genuine disappointment in her eyes. “—not to remind miss Kim about it. My god, you guys are, like, absolutely two-faced.”

It doesn’t take a while for the realization to set in with your teacher. Her stare is, as always, something that cuts straight to the soul. It sheds your dignity and leaves you bare for the eagle to eat of you. To be clear, there’s a reason why she was one of the teachers you never dared mess with. She was quiet but stern—a deadly combination.

"Oh. You kids are too smart for me, huh?" Sejeong laughs sarcastically. Her smile strips you of any attempt to wash her scolding off with a laugh. Can’t resort to that. Again, Kim Sejeong isn’t one to mess with. “That was more disappointing than anything the other classes have done. Do you think that just because you’re popular you can suddenly hold it against me?”

She uses the same lines you’ve heard back in your troublemaker days. Each word untaps a memory. 

You all stay silent. Somi doesn’t for long, when she’s called up to go first with the declamation since “you thought of the plan, miss Jeon,” according to Sejeong.

“But, but, but it wasn’t even—” the girl protests. Her pupils are wide with rage. She’s so used to saying anything and getting away with it. She can’t believe it won’t work out like that for her today.

“Now.”

She groans dramatically, and rises with slumped shoulders so odd to be seen on such a duchess-like, pampered girl like her. After all, she’s the stereotypical rich, blonde teen with impeccable fashion and manners that range from the sweetest to the meanest. Right now, she’s veering in the middle of the scale as she gets to the front center.

You mouth her a deserved, and she says I’m sooo gonna punch you in the balls later.

“Now, miss Jeon,” says Sejeong, arms furled in front of her chest. Yep, she isn’t backing down. “What is your solution to poverty here in this country?”

Nancy raises her hand. “May I go first instead?” she offers in hopes to save her friend. 

“You may not. Miss Jeon, please be brief. Start.”

Somi pouts, but faces the class with steady eyes. She’s ready for this. Mostly. Wringing out a pink bubble gum from her pink lips with pink-polished nails, she begins.

“So, you know how there are a lot of poor people. A lot. I know because I see a whole bunch outside the clubhouse and middle classers are always like, ‘Oh nooo, don’t give money to them, they’re gonna use it for drugs!’. And I’m just there going, ‘Gag me with a friggin’ spoon, Becky. Where the hell can you find drugs for a dime? Where?’.” She pauses for dramatic effect, then nods smugly. “Yep, that’s what I thought.”

Nancy brings her palm to her face. You’re giggling in your seat, muffling it with a few fingers. Sejeong’s eyes are wide and appalled.

“Okay,” the confident Somi continues, “for example, there’re a lot of poor people somewhere. Let’s say fifty. Oh, maybe ninety! That's super many, right?”

You and your classmates look at each other. You’re not certain where she’s going with this.

“You can’t have too many people at the same place, like that time I had all of my geometrics class for my nineteenth and it was a total flop. You have to keep them fed, y’know. So I had to walk my pretty self to the bakers which is like ten minutes away then ask them for more chocolate cake. My daddy was super mad at me for maxing out his credit card, but by the end of the day, we had more cake! More cake equals less hunger equals more dessert equals less poor people.”

The jocks at the back nod in agreement, cheering her on. She acknowledges their reassurances with a flirty wave.

"So, if the government just maxed out their credit cards and let poor people eat cake,” she says, with real conviction for someone who’s dragging her chewed gum out of her mouth coyly, “I believe with all my heart that there will be no poverty in America. Who’s with me?”

The modern Marie Antoinette. You raise your hand proudly. Try to get Nancy to raise hers as well but she’s red in the face again. 

“And to conclude,” Somi adds finally, “it should be everyone’s knowledge that there's no law in this beautiful country that says ‘Republic Act Anti-Poor People and Rich People Eating Cake Together Bunch of Numbers.’ I offer dessert for all to help eradicate poor people– I mean, poverty, led by our government and me, Jeon Somi. That will be all, thank you.”

The whole class gets up on their feet and applauds her. Like the princess she is, your blonde friend waves and bows, even blowing kisses. Meanwhile, Sejeong contemplates retirement and realizes she’s actually considering it, salary and all.

-

"You killed it, Somi. You fucking killed it." 

That's what you say to your friend after leaving the classroom with her and Nancy. You mean it—you've never had a belly laugh that rocked your body that hard before. She deserved an A instead of that disappointing C-.

Sejeong’s sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. Somi’s speech was impactful, it seems. So impactful that it has her fingers jotting down a lengthy text message to… the principal? What’s that for? The speech was great!

Your classmates have filed out to go to computer shops or study. They tell Somi she did great with her declamation, which you’re pretty sure is intended to humiliate her, but Jeon Somi only ever thinks of anything said to her as a compliment. That’s why she blows them kisses and flirtatiously cocks her brows. Yep, that’s her. Nancy’s a different story—always quiet and reserved, but daring enough to hold Somi back before she causes more chaos. But the lid of Pandora’s box has already been lifted.

You three are already far behind your classmates when they go out, but you don’t mind. You like it when it’s just you. No computer shop or mall could compare to being in the hallways with your best friends, trading jokes and stories.

"Killed what? Poverty?" Nancy asks, still in a dilemma over the drama in the social studies classroom. "Somi, you really have to start minding your words."

Somi blows a satiric raspberry. She raises her hands in dismissal as she walks faster then turns around anyway to face her. "Blah blah, who cares? It was an awesome declamation."

Chuckle. "I feel like that's up for debate," you say. "Did you see miss Kim's face?"

It was a look of judgment and disappointment. While everyone cheered and whistled for the other half of the McDonie-Jeon duo, your teacher had a look on her face that could be likened to the one you make after smelling something bad. Laughs were passed around the classroom but her eyebrows and squinted eyes etched an expression of real concern. 

"What if someone recorded that?" Nancy says. She has a hand on her shoulder to try and make her see the darker but truthful side. "You could ruin your chances of getting to a good college forever."

In these four walls of the corridor, your heart twists. Right—you only have a few months until you’re done with senior year. That means having to choose a course and college to go to. You didn’t think time would pass by that fast. By then, would you still be friends with Somi and Nancy?

You hope so. You look at their pretty faces and their hands in yours and wish high school would just last forever. You’d choose them over your standing, your popularity, everything. Sure, being friends with them brings inescapable attention, but you’d be fine without it if it means you could still be with them.

You sit down at the bottom step of the staircase. They follow, too. Open your textbook to skim through it, hoping that your stock knowledge for science would suffice.

“Ugh, college schmollege,” Somi says, crossing her legs and throwing her head back. When her pretty face comes back to view it’s mocking your other friend already. "Have you seen student debt? College just makes people poor. How’ll that help with poverty?”

You wonder how Jeon Somi could sound so knowledgeable yet so insensitive at the same time. It’s a feat that couldn’t be done by others. It’s like it’s her trademark: to be the wealthy girl who always says the wrong and right things that therefore blends into one, confusing mixture. Should you be offended? Happy? Anything?

Nancy leans on your shoulder with a sigh that blows the runaway strands on her face back with their kind. Sometimes Somi could be too much for her. It’s like she trades places with you and realizes how a beautiful girl could be a handful. That’s why you two are particularly close: you understand each other. You’re close with Somi, too, but you just have a deeper bond with the calmer girl. You still don’t know how it happened when she hated you at the start for filling her schedule because of your troubles. Some things just change as time goes on. 

“You just can’t be fixed, Somi,” you tell her. “You’re always going to be insane.”

You know you’re right. She knows it, too. It would take years and years of maturity for Somi to grow out of her flirtatious personality. She’d be the girl in college whose laughable questions somehow also awaken strange inquiries of your own. She’s a little weird, to be honest, but she’s pretty and confident. Smart, too—she just has her own way of showing it.

“I’m a simple gal, what can I say?” She stops before she could go on, as if she’s just caught a memory in the slip of her hands. “Oh, and I forgot to do something.”

“And that is?”

Somi lifts a fist and heavily plows it into your crotch. You yowl in pain as opposed to her grin that could reach the ends of the earth. Where did she learn that? That hurt like hell!

Nancy’s jaw drops to the floor. “Somi!” she says, genuinely shocked.

“What the fuck was that for!” you screech in the midst of your laughs, clutching your core and glaring at the convict of the crime which is assaulting your balls.

The fact that the criminal’s too pretty is an unfair advantage. “I did say I was gonna punch your balls earlier.”

“You owe me one, Jeon Somi!” 

“Hey, I wouldn’t have had to do it if McDonie here wasn’t a grody teacher’s pet.”

Nancy blushes. She's forgotten she's involved in the mess, too. “I’m sorry,” she says in a small voice. 

“I bet you are.” Somi shoves her shoulder playfully. “Cause and effect, Nance. C’mon, if you didn’t want to be a good girl so bad, I wouldn’t have declaimed or anything. Not that it wasn’t amazing.”

What a ridiculous conversation to have. You place your arms around both girls and pull them close. “Alright,” you declare, still wincing, “fuck, you’re both at fault. Nancy made a butterfly effect that ended up getting my balls aching. I’m the poor girls’ guy that got pulled into everything. What’re you gonna do about it?”

Somi floats her fingers on her cheek, thinking a little. It’s like a bulb lit above her head when her eyes suddenly brighten. You hope that it’s a good idea this time because when she makes that look, it isn’t for any good at all. 

“Nancy and I will discuss this, if you don’t mind,” she says, rising to her feet and tugging Nancy up, too.

“Me?” 

“Yep!”

She pauses. “Jeon Somi,” the latter sighs halfheartedly, “what are you planning now?”

Yeah, what is she planning? You have no idea and honestly, it scares you. Somi can be unpredictable with her quick wit and schemes, but with Nancy’s added ideas? Whatever she’s dreaming up, it can’t be anything you’d expect.

“The perfect apology. Meet us at my house after school. See you later, cutie.”

-

Your classes are filled with sprites of anxiety that are unusual when compared to your daily jokes and butt-ins. Your head’s filled with plenty of questions, and you try to answer them as you go about the rest of the school day:

First of all, why did the apology have to take place at Somi’s house?

Maybe they’ll buy a cake for you from the bakery she cited in her speech. She has plenty of money to go around so a cake might actually be possible. If it weren’t a cake, maybe an apology combined with balloons and confetti that you’d laugh about years from now. All these possibilities you sift through and yet they don’t seem to be what’s in store for you.

Second, why did the planning that had to occur without you?

They might be planning a big surprise. Perhaps that’s it. But then—

Why such a big surprise for an apology that could’ve been done simply?

That’s where your mind goes blank. You don’t know. You have no idea, not even the tiniest bit. You’ve been friends with Nancy and Somi for years but they still have that mystery around them. You know everything about them, from their interests to what makes the three of you click, but never what they plan to do. That always remains shrouded.

So, when Nancy texts your group chat the plan’s done!!! ♥ ️ be ready & meet us where youre supposed to :), you move like a snail. You take your time playing and talking to other students, buying food from the cafeteria, everything. When you get on the bus to commute from your school to Somi’s home, you’re wrecked by hesitation. All this anxiety and nervousness for a damned apology. 

Maybe it’s because you’ve never had friends like them before, especially that pretty. 

You would never intend to act on your feelings for them if they don’t want you to, even if you’re hormonal as fuck, but what if that’s what they’re planning? To have an intimate night with them, just like in the movies? 

Or, hopefully, finally let you have something deeper: a love that fits three?

Nope, two wishes that’ll never come true, whatever star you make them upon.

Drag your heavy feet down the road. Sounds like Somi’s rich-ass neighbors are partying again. Take your precious time leering at them, noticing the manner they hold their wine glasses and the music only being stolen off Spotify’s Most Popular Songs playlist. It’s all a headache, honestly. You’ve never connected well with rich people, not until you met the girls. That’s where it all starts and ends, right? Them: Somi and Nancy, the yin and yang?

“You’re here!” shouts Somi gleefully, throwing her arms around you. She’s dressed in this tiny shirt that looks cute and simple but you’re sure costs more than a few thousand won. It also shouldn’t be worth that much when it’s too little for her anyway. “Why did you take so long?”

Nancy goes in for the kill. She comes in with only a camisole and the undershorts of her uniform plaid skirt, and it hugs right where it maims and shoots you. No, keep your mind holy. She’s your best friend. Also your crush but that doesn't matter here. “Bet he was scared to come.”

“Was not,” you reply too quickly. Tighten your jaw. “I—I got held up by traffic.”

“It’s a Wednesday.”

“Yes, but—” Pause. You realize you don’t have a proper justification. “Just get to it, will you? The apology?”

“‘Kay ‘kay,” says Somi, wrapping an arm around your waist, literally keeping you at arm’s length just in case you try to scamper away, “the apology is a girls and boy’s night. Here. Just to get away from everything. We all need it.”

“Who’s ordering the soju?”

“Soju?” Nancy asks indignantly, eyes all round and wide like she was a deer caught in headlights. You and Somi are like that to her: flashing lights, crashing into an unsuspecting her with a brightness a notch too much. No apologies when you don’t plan to change. This is what makes you young.

“What’re you, a nun? We’re adults, Nance!” Somi says. Her thumbs tap away at her phone screen, the familiar pink lights flashing back at her indicating she’s already ordering. “It’s on me.”

Of course. Who other than Jeon Somi? Of course, you can’t let that moment slip away without a snarky remark from your end.

“Must be nice having access to your billionaire dad’s bank account.”

Somi twirls her fingers in her hair and squints her eyes at you spitefully. “I’m using my mom’s, poophead.”

“Oh wow,” you reply, your statement blank of any emotion.

“Guys,” cuts in Nancy. Her voice is strained. She feels like a mother trying to contain two kids who just know how to push her buttons. “We can’t have soju delivery. Or beer. Or whatever alcoholic drinks there are. We can get in trouble. Think about our grades. The suspensions!”

Ah, sweet Nancy, always the one to pull you back down to sense. But when has that ever worked?

“Alright.” Somi clicks her device shut and throws it on the sofa space you’ve left empty beside her. “Fine.”

Wait—what?

Her best friend twists her head in shock. “Really?” 

Nancy simply can’t believe that this girl, whose whole trademark is being a spoiled brat, actually follows sensible orders. You're surprised yourself; you can’t believe it more than she does. Is it finally time for Somi to perform her arc of being the mature, behaved girl she simply isn’t?

“Yep. You won.” Somi rises and waltzes her way to the exit of her mansion. “I’m just gonna buy some myself from the convenience store.” 

“Somi!”

“Hey, you only said no delivery! You didn’t say I can’t buy some face-to-face!”

“Well, now I’m making it official. No—”

“See you later, alligators!” 

The door slams shut. 

Nancy groans loudly. Of course, the little brat. 

She lets herself fall to the floor in defeat. The massaging of her fingers on the sides of her head doesn’t do enough to cast away the stress. How in the world is she going to control Somi? She knows the two of you are practically twins, the same in every way when planning schemes to make her freak out. She has to play babysitter again. How many nights has it been since the start of her unpaid duty?

On your end, you're thinking. You’ve been friends with her for longer than you think yet you don’t know how to say the right thing in situations like these. Maybe with Somi it would have been easier to say the comforting words. After all, she’s the most extroverted and blunt person you know. But with Nancy, it’s different. Nancy McDonie is never blue. At least, not to the point where she’s on the floor and moping.

It’s always different between the two of them and you still remain unable to pick who you love more.

It takes a while to get the words out, but better late than never. God, you’re such a bad friend. Do you even deserve her? “It’s fine, Nancy,” you say, sitting down beside her. You rub her knee. “Like she said, we’re adults.”

“I know, but…” Her voice trails off, and she lets out another groan that twists as it reaches your eardrums. “It’s just so scary.”

“Tell me.”

“What if someone posted photos of us drinking? You know the school handbook, right? All that talk about maintaining a good and clean self inside and outside the school. If someone finds out—”

"Yeah? Well, nobody will."

"Yeah, but there's always the possibility…"

You sometimes pray that Nancy's allowed a day without worry, that she doesn't stress over things for once. She's precious—you don't want her to feel bad about anything. This strange protectiveness always takes you when you're with her. 

“Hey.” You massage her shoulder. She whines, and it’s so cute hearing her unusual sulking that you just want to wrap a blanket around her and kiss her on the forehead. Again, urges. Simply urges. Don’t mind those. “There’s only three of us here. As long as we don’t post pics online or boast about it, we’re safe. So don’t worry about it.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Not when you’re with a dreamboat like me.”

You just humiliated yourself with that. Hell, you probably gave everyone who knows and will know this story of yours secondhand embarrassment. It’s worth it all, however, when Nancy smiles. And oh, could you get lost in it. Her eyes curl up at the corners and emit all this gorgeous, positive brightness that you think everyone should get a chance to see. She’s so serious and reserved in school that a smile from her is closer to impossible than thunder coming before lightning.

“God, you’re such a gigantic ass sometimes,” she mutters, bumping your shoulder with hers.

“Did you just say I had a huge ass?”

“Keep your mouth shut.” She pushes you, joining you in your laughs, then opens her arms invitingly anyway. “Oh, forget it. Come here, you.”

You can’t even pretend to not want a hug when it’s all you’ve ever fantasized about: being in the warm, filled embrace of Nancy McDonie. You’ve fantasized about things that extend deeper than that, but you could settle for this. There’s Nancy burying her head in your neck and her hold being a little too tight for it to be a casual touch between friends. You’re delusional, but who wouldn’t be when you had a best friend this pretty? This… curvaceous?

God, you don’t know how to say that you like this girl without sounding like another one of the weirdos who stalk her at school. Are you just like them? No, you can’t be. You’ve liked Nancy and known her more than they could. It’s what you tell yourself to keep your sanity. 

“You know,” she says, still rocking the two of you side to side, “they did say not to trust first impressions. ‘You better take advice. Never trust first impressions.’”

“Didn’t Michael Jordan say that?” 

“Did he?” She looks up curiously. 

“Never mind,” you say, waving it off. You pull away. Lean against the curve of Somi’s sofa so that your ass doesn’t slide like a mop on her floor. "What’s with first impressions? What was your first impression of me?”

“You really want to know?”

“Why not?”

“Well, for the first reason…” Nancy hugs her knees and looks at you pointedly. “Not a lot of people would love to know that they were a real fucking pain in the ass.”

You burst out laughing. There’s chances as slim as a ballerina that Nancy curses, but when she does, she sounds hilarious. She doesn’t even say them a certain way; it’s just the instance by itself of her daring to use words deemed as bad that gets your tears of laughter flowing. 

To add to that, there’s that matter-of-fact statement she made that’s as honest as Somi’s everyday talk that makes you think they switched souls for a second. You laugh harder with that in mind. The next thing you know, you’re curled up on the floor busting out cackles that reach pitches you can’t even shout in.

“Seriously!” she says. She’s laughing as well as she shakes her head in disbelief. “I was always trying to keep the seniors in place, you know, being president and everything. And then I found out this new kid just spammed middle finger emojis to sir Fernandez in the Zoom chat after he made him answer a question. And I was like, ‘Hooo boy.’”

“Well, he shouldn’t have called on me while I was playing a game!”

“You’re so immature, he’s a teacher and you’re in class! He’s supposed to do that!” Nancy squeals, a hand on her mouth to muffle her rambunctious cackles.

“Fine, fair point.” You somehow manage to make a successful attempt to halt your laughs. “And then what happened?”

There's a lot of secret lore between you and her. You want to uncover all of them, especially knowing that Somi's gonna tease you to hell about if she heard. Her getting soju was a blessing underneath another blessing—you got alone time with your crush and some nice alcohol to ignite your system.

Nancy looks around at her friend's house. She admires every perfect painting bought for millions, every chandelier that mistletoes whoever stands beneath all its glory. They help her form her next statement.

"To be honest," she says, choosing her words carefully, "I thought you were in it to blackmail money out of Somi. To manipulate her. I love the girl, you know. She acts like she's all that, and she is, but she's… fragile. So I never let her be alone with you."

"Damn.” You admit that your heart sank a little, like a ship doomed by the ocean. “Am I really an ugly creep?" 

"No, it wasn't that. I was just afraid you were a player. Like one of the jocks who bully Somi but don't ever get to her because she's too naïve to see that they're doing it. And you're not ugly, you know. You're…"

She's looking at you strangely, in that strategic little way she locks on artwork flashed in a Powerpoint from a projector in school. She's looking at you as if you were a complex, layered painting she couldn't wrap her head around. But being unable to pick you apart thrills her; there's a smile on her face.

"I'm what?" you ask, ever the dumbass. Or poophead—you take whatever.

"Don't make me say it. You're so full of yourself already."

"Respectfully, Nancy,” you declare, “I have no idea what you're saying. How can I when I didn't even know what a dodo was before eleventh grade?"

"You're handsome, okay?" Her cheeks get into this furious red color that she tries miserably to hide with her palms, hide with a dismissive laugh. "Good-looking. Attractive. Whatever."

Chew at the end of your lip to fight back a giddy grin. Did she really say that? A star out there in the looming night just granted your wish. "Well, you gave me the makeover back at Jessa's."

"Look at you being the patron saint of humility."

"I'm serious. I looked like a loser before you came in like a storm and rained that magic in my life."

“And now you’re Shakespeare.”

“When a girl like you comes into a guy’s life,” you say, leaning forward, “who wouldn’t be?”

"Well." Nancy huddles her chin into her palm. Her voice is as soft as cotton. "With a guy like you, you could say I never looked back."

But her voice dips, and there's a hidden subliminal message in it that causes you to look up. You could read it clear off her face there, off Nancy, off her soul that's never looked more clear.

Nancy, with her chestnut brown hair, ever the princess of autumn.

Nancy, with her comforting eyes full of resoluteness, as if she's wanted this to happen.

Nancy, with her lips barely a breath away from—

“Who the freak locked the door?” shrieks a familiar voice from outside. Well, not too outside when its volume closes in on the interior vicinity of the large mansion. “This is my house! Let me in or else I’ll call the cops—”

Sigh. Fucking cockblocker brat. You rise from the floor and approach the doorway. This time, you spare no time—you don’t want to look back and identify the look in Nancy’s eyes as you walk away.

“Calm down, the neighbors could hear you,” you laugh as you let the blonde girl in. You’re a little disappointed that she interrupted what was beginning to happen, but there’s time for that later. Can’t spare her an annoyed look, though. It melts when you see the cans of beer in plastic bags.

Nancy takes a bag from her sullenly. “No drinking past twelve.”

“No promises.” Empty a can into your open mouth. Somi claps her hands happily and almost drops all the alcohol she bought.

You help the girls stock the cans and bottles into the fridge. It’s the large, two-door one that could fit an entire person. Wait, it can contain all of you three? You’ve been to Somi’s so many times and only noticed it now. 

But that’s the last thing you take note of, for here's what's new: ice cream overflows Somi’s freezer, yet a lot of them haven’t even had a crumb consumed from them. Somi says it’s because she keeps them for cheat days. 

“Is today considered a cheat day?” you wonder out loud.

“Go crazy.” Indifferent, Somi gives you a tub each. Chocolate. Vanilla. Double dutch for her. “It’s not like Walmart’s gonna disappear unless the aliens come to Earth and have the bright idea to go wacka over there. Nope, Walmart’s always gonna have some more.”

“Aren’t you the best, Somi.” Ruffle her hair fondly while you scoop a humongous chunk of ice cream into your mouth. Alcohol and ice cream are delicious together, but your stomach turns around. It strangely stays intact, as if preparing for what might happen later tonight.

“Of course I am, are you buggin' or what?” 

Somi licks the spoon of its sweetness, staring right at you. You don’t know how to react—her tongue’s gliding all over the utensil perfectly, collecting the studded white with nothing but clean performance. Her eyes don’t let up in their strong, connected gaze. Your breath gets lost somewhere in your airway.

Nancy watches amusedly. Okay, so maybe she does smile more than you think—it’s unlike any other one though. This one of hers is lined to the edges with smugness. “There’s our princess,” she remarks.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The spoon catches somewhere sandwiched between Somi’s words. 

Nancy shrugs with a serene calmness. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

She walks away without another word or gesture. Suddenly tense in the bones, you and Somi close up together for reasons unknown.

“Is that just me being majorly freaky,” says Somi, eyes following her best friend with a new, imminent gaze, “or was that kinda hot?”

You don’t answer, but you think she knows. The two of you bond over shared experiences, and this one is about finding out how hot Nancy McDonie truly is. It’s not an unknown fact, but it’s the way her pupils settle over someone and linger just long enough to have them wondering; the way she commands a classroom; the way she rarely is vulnerable—it’s all that which leads to the very moment she leaned against the fridge door and watched silently, attracting the two of you even without the need for many words.

You’re droning again. Drowning, too, in her. In both of them—as you walk behind Somi, you can see that there isn’t a bra strap lining an imprint on her shirt and her ass is sticking out under her shorts. You barely could get yourself out of the waves as you wade your way to the stairs. 

At least that’s a familiar high place you could seek refuge from: the loft. It’s kind of like an attic, but you don’t really care. It’s where you hang out and watch all the movies with them from a crappy projector. You don’t care about the films due to your conversations with them eventually proving to be more interesting.

“Roof?” Somi asks. She peeks out of the triangular window pane. “The stars are pretty tonight.”

Never been there before. Not that you aren’t willing to try. “Just don’t fall off,” you warn, though you’re nervous yourself to get there. 

She slides a chair to you and then you’re climbing through a square-shaped gap at the low ceiling. You help the girls up onto the roof and become literally starstruck because—

Whoa.

Feels like a different world. The night is as vast as it is beautiful. Shining lights are embedded into the sky, the gray clouds barely visible with how they blend in with the color of the atmosphere. Each star has their own glimmer, but all of which share a common brightness—when partnered up with that large, pot-bellied moon, they become more perfect. The soft yet distinct sounds of the cicadas echo in your ears.

“Will anyone see us up here?” asks Nancy. Her vision is filled with shining galaxies, and her tone sounds dreamy. She says it in a way that isn’t out of concern for possible consequent trouble, but an appreciative one, as if she were wondering if anybody else could see how pretty it is up here.

“No one.” You shut the trapdoor and sit upon the curved edges of the roof. “It’s just us.”

“It’s just us,” she repeats this thoughtfully. You think that she’s smiling again, but you can’t be too sure.

Yes, it’s just you three. This intimate moment includes only you and the girls who turned your life around. Nobody else could get to bask in the simple happiness of hanging out all the way up here. This is for you, and no one else. Nobody could ever be friends with the girls the way you are.

You three take in the beauty of the night. All the way up here, the hills look higher than they already are. The sound of partying neighbors becomes static in the background. It becomes like foreign words in an uninteresting song—it’s nothing in comparison to the view of sloping roads, tall homes, and the trees swaying to the beat of the night wind. It can try its best to break your immersion and every attempt would be fruitless.

“Care for some double dutch?” Somi asks you. She juts out her tub of half-eaten chunks of ice cream. Appealing.

“As long as you don’t use the spoon you gave a blowjob to.”

Nancy snickers. She shoves your knee in reprimand, taking care not to put in so much force so you don’t topple down the roof and onto the main road. 

“I’ll give BJs to any spoon I want, thank you very much, but alright. Do what you want. No ice cream for you, more for me.”

“I could go for some.” Nancy parts her lips.

“Glad to see we still have someone with a brain around here.” Somi shakes her head at you disapprovingly.

You squint your eyes while she feeds Nancy some double dutch. Note dutifully that she uses the same spoon she violated. Well, that’s one thing you didn’t expect. But they’re best friends—they’ve been there for each other through thick and thin, bad and good. Sometimes simple gestures like that show that there’s something in the midst of them that beats mere friendship.

But then you see the way they look at you, and you’re briefly toying with the idea that whatever they have, they got it with you, too.

“I still remember the first time we brought you here,” Somi says, leaning in front of you so she can get to wiping some cream from Nancy’s lips. “You tried to act cool, but you were really starstruck. Like the house was Zendaya’s or something.”

“I guess so.” You freeze up when she holds your hand. “I mean, I’m not exactly the richest.”

You think of your own house—sweet little place with a tall tree and a low gate, nothing special—then compare it to hers: a mansion with six floors and rooms that could substitute for hotel clients. Nancy’s is amazing, too. But you don’t really care about that. It’s a whole other thing that bothers you about it.

Nancy shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re our friend. We’ll share it with you as much as you want.”

You’re finally able to name the thing. For months you’ve thought about it, but you never realized until this moment that it’s exactly what keeps you insecure about your friendship with them. That’s another thing they make you find out, besides style and bond.  

“Yeah, I get it. But, but I’m a loser. I was a punk who made school life hell for you. I’m broke. Stupid. I don’t get what made you want to be friends with me.”

Maybe you're like Somi, too. You act like a king in school with a red carpet draped down on the floor for you, but you fear that your crown is undeserved. Sometimes you feel like you're a peasant deluded by dreams of status and strength.

“Besides you being stupidly hot,” Somi says, albeit sincerely—there’s no sarcasm or flirtatiousness in her pitch, “you’re not in it for the cash. You’re not in it just to say you’re besties with us.”

“And trust me,” adds Nancy, “that makes you a prodigy among others.”

They're right. You aren't in it for the popularity, the fame, not even the everyday free treats and outings you get. You just… like them. Somi's bright confidence inspires you; you've never seen a girl more self-aware than her. And Nancy's someone who takes her studies seriously, an example you should follow, while still maintaining a social life. 

"What makes you so sure?" you say teasingly. They might've had some doubts along the way. 

"I dunno," Somi says with a shrug. Her eyes curve north. "We just are."

They just are. Short and simple, but it somehow explains everything.

Stars in the sky, stars in their eyes—they’re truly something else. Shouldn’t they be up there themselves? They glimmer too bright to be left here on earth, with a guy like you who can’t hold a flame to them.

But maybe you’re one yourself. Stars only ever mingle with their own kind. So there's the possibility that the three of you are stardust, simmered onto this world to shine in other places where they need it. It’s a laughable way to put it, almost cliche. But when you look at them, you realize you’re not far off.

"And I guess we know a lot more about you than we think." Nancy twirls her fingertips along your thigh. "Because we want to show we're grateful. And, y'know, sorry for the ruckus we caused back there."

"You already have. The soju, the ice cream… I'm already good."

She smiles. "You really don't get it, do you?"

Your mind can't keep up. What don't you get here? 

Somi leans forward and flashes you a smile that raises your suspicions. "You're completely clueless. Like, if it danced in front of you in a housewife apron, you would still order your dumb poophead ass some chicken wings."

"What? Why the hell would a hint be wearing an apro—"

You don't know why or how, but she's kissing you like you got the point she's been pushing across.

Now you do.

-

"Call this… a friend's sincere apology."

Somi's pushed you down on the old mattress of the loft, with a new look on her face that tells you tonight would be everything you expected and didn't.

"Two friends' sincere apology," adds Nancy. Her shorts are off? You didn't notice in the dark, but you can make out the supple shape of her hips and thighs, full and meaty in all the right ways. "Question is: would you let us do it?"

Your answer is locked and loaded in your throat. Can't pull the trigger when her ass muffles your face.

Alright, perhaps—just perhaps, you aren't saying it's real—you've devoted a few seconds of your time appreciating when the wind picks up her skirt at school. You tried not to be perverted because, of course, she's your friend. Your best friend.

A best friend doesn't push hers down a mattress with the weight of her core on his face. She doesn't let him feel her full cheeks suffocate him, or start to move like she would please a lover.

So what are you and Nancy when she's doing each of those things? 

Definitely not just friends.

"Fuck." The word leaves Nancy's mouth like a prayer. She doesn't pray often, but she religiously grinds her hips to and fro on top of you. The flat of your tongue massages her labia and tickles her prone clit. She's so wet that your lips quickly become coated. She looks back and moves her ass with stressed slides. "Your mouth is so good. So fucking good."

"Already?" Somi chuckles. She's not just your best friend either; her thighs hug one of yours and, like the girl she's always seen giggling and whispering with, she's grinding. Her movements are admittedly more fluid, but who's keeping note? "You talk real dirty for a prude."

Your pants slide off your legs as she finds the bare skin more appealing than denim. You flex and send a moan from her so carnal it might have literally clawed its way out of her throat. It's sharp. Needy. Wanton. Somi doesn’t speak like the rich princess she is when she moans for cock.

"I'm not a prude," Nancy says. Her breath is tinged to the tone with air. She's gasping as you tongue her and lick at her lips. "I just like being chaste."

"Please, sweetheart, you're aaanything but chaste."

"S-says the one who's sucking him off."

Both girls have mouths on them. Somi in particular. It's word-for-word how her lips trap your cock and start off with a strong suction. You moan right into Nancy's pussy. Said girl cries out when your lips strengthen their merciless suction on her pearl.

If you were to consider everything like a butterfly effect, you'd say Somi started it all: the sucking and moans. She's the one who's massaging your cock with those pink lips, effectively causing you to lose control and take it all out on Nancy. Poor Nancy, always the one to take it all. Now it's for good; she's squeezing her breasts and riding your mouth like a saddle. 

"Blowjobs don't count!" Somi quips. You moan again; the tip of her tongue toys with your balls. It's like she lit a fire there no wetness can put out. (Well, you still have to see about that.) "We'll show him how real good girls say sorry later. You know what I mean, right, babe?"

That fucked nickname does things to you, even if it's not meant for you, because it foretells the sight you have to fight to see with Nancy's back blocking it: Somi placing her hands on her best friend's hips and guiding her movements on your mouth. 

"Y-yes." You're surprised at how submissive Nancy sounds. So different from the commanding tone she assumes in morning assemblies. 

You didn’t expect you’d be in this position. Another thing you didn’t expect was how wet Nancy is, and how she tastes. She’s tangy yet sweet, filling your mouth like a new favorite flavor. She also moans a lot, which is strange when she doesn’t really talk much outside of this setting. You’ve changed her, too. Just not in the way like she did taking you to Jessa’s. No, this is your way: keeping her drenched little pussy filled with a soft muscle that’s hard enough to have her legs shaking. 

"That's right. Move that fat ass for him." Somi sits on the side with one hand on one side of Nancy's waist and another on your cock. She jerks you off hard, with a grip that's both too tight and too good. "Your nipples are sooo hard, Nancy. Just a hunch of mine, but I think you want me to suck on them. Make you cum on his handsome face."

Precum dribbles from your cockhead. How could Somi, the girl who speaks in coy accents, talk so filthy? She knows the time and place for that mouth, and it's right now and on Nancy's waiting breast.

Your length goes through bouts of impossible tightness induced by Somi's fist while your mouth (gladly) suffers another burden, which is Nancy's pussy and ass gyrating down on you. Your tongue doesn't know where to go so it goes everywhere: licking a wet line on her slit, diving into her drenched hole, teasing her clit. Nancy's thighs slam with your head in between. 

"Fuck!" Her moans are straight up pornographic. "Oh, oh, it feels so good, don't stop!"

Somi runs a teasing finger on your slit, keeping the heat in one place before resuming having her palm wrap your dick. "Who says we're stopping? Yep, nobody. Just keep moving those hips, lovie. We still got so much to give him."

You didn't think it was possible, but yes. Nancy does sprawl out more, her outed pussy lips all puffy and sore from your doings. You’re ruining her with how you lick and let her push down. Her core must be strong for her to keep a good stance in the midst of it all.

It’s not like you’re left out. Somi’s to thank for that, with her hand not stopping as it pumps and pumps and pumps. The pace is dangerous like a feared waterfall that’s got signs telling travelers to be wary around it. She pulled you into it. It isn’t that you wanted to suffer under the rapidity when you feel comfortable with the descent and rise.

"Ah. Ahhh, please!" 

Nancy never begs. She's above that, just like she is with everything else. But listen to her pleas and begs for more, for you to keep licking and sucking at the right places, for your hands not to pause in their journeys roaming the land of her perfect, curvy body. 

Somi spanks her, and you quite literally feel her cheeks bounce in your face. You'd actually be okay with going out this way. Heaven could be found in Nancy's full ass.

Oh, right, and Somi’s hand. You’ve never taken Somi as the kind to get around a lot even when she acts overly sexual sometimes, but she must have learned those skills somewhere. Her hand is neither too tight nor too loose—it’s just the perfect grip for you to almost cum into her fingers. She’s determined to wring a climax out of you, too, with how harsh she slams her hand down on your core.

It’s a cycle of pleasure that has no means of ending. With Somi fingering herself, you getting the best handjob you’ve ever had, and Nancy having her pussy eaten out, none of you are left to waste away. It’s sin, that’s what it is. It’s an act that, if anyone had caught sight of, would have guaranteed a swift suspension—maybe even the chance of getting expelled.

But in this warm moment, all of you forget about that. Even Nancy has that off her mind when all she’s thinking about is your tongue delightfully fucking her wet hole. 

“I’m… I’m cumming!” she wails. Her riding on your face spirals out of control, and again and again you’re blessed with her ass suffocating you. 

It’s too much for one girl to take: a mouth going crazy on her pussy and another doing the same, if not crazier, on her tit. Your sucks and Somi’s own increasing when she announces her imminent bliss doesn’t help her case either. But maybe it does—she’s never felt this good. Whenever she secretly, scandalously toyed with her pussy under the covers at night, none of those porn videos and literotica made her cum as hard as you and Somi have. It feels like a large bubble has burst inside her when she finally releases, tensing up and freezing similar to if a frostbitten cold finally took its last toll on her.

She sighs heavily while she comes down. Her thighs shake and you have to pin them down the creaky mattress to keep eating of her. She shudders and pushes you down. You stop, like she hinted.

“You alright, Nancy?” You remember Somi asking a similar question earlier, in a situation that’s nothing compared to this. Yep, far from it. A continent away. You weren’t eating her out like a last meal in the classroom, were you?

Well, you would have wanted to if you’d discovered prior that her ass is really as nice as it looks.

“Yes,” she replies weakly. 

You’re glad.

“I might have to try and get you to eat me out, too,” Somi says to you. She helps Nancy to get off your face after you got her off. “She was screaming, did you hear? You’d think somebody was like getting killed and– oh, wait, of course you couldn’t hear. Her thighs are just the perfect things to have wrapped around your head, right?”

Nancy blushes and looks away..

“But I think we should take the lead." Somi stops jerking you off. What quickly washes away your disappointment is when she takes her shirt off. "We’re the ones giving back.” 

The recoil of her large chest is amazing; it rises as it’s hindered by the tight hem of her clothing, and settles back into its natural position after she rids herself of the fabric. Her rosy nipples are things work gawking at; they’re as stiff and hard as diamonds, telling you of how much she wants this. And you think you’ve seen a few of Somi’s diamonds she could purchase a whole mine of, but you’d still have a desire similar to the blonde’s: you want her more.

“I’ve seen you looking at them. Don’t pretend and go all ‘oh nooo, that’s not true.’” She gives her own gifted bosom a firm grope. Her head throws back due to the pleasure. “You stare all the time. It makes me kinda assume that you want me to do something with them.”

“And what could that be?” you ask in a futile attempt to match her cockiness. Should’ve known that it’s a losing game trying to beat Jeon Somi in being a brat. It’s a god-given gift, a skill that needs no honing. She’s just like that.

“Duh. Like I said, I’ll show, not tell. This isn’t primary school.”

She shows a hefty amount, you’ll tell her that. Your mouth falls out at what happens. She takes her tits into her hands and leans down to envelope your cock in them. She seals it tight around your girth. 

Fuck.

She then starts to move. Up and down she goes, toying with her nipples on the way. It makes her core more drenched than it already is.

She’s the master of eye contact. She picked it up with her natural confidence. Why do you think she walks the hallways with a gaze that’s only directed straight ahead? Talks to new kids like she already knows them? She’s never seen weak, and tonight is no exception. Her fierce eyes speak of lust and strength of knowing she’s having her way. 

Jeon Somi always gets what she wants.

Again, this time is no exception. 

“Fuck, Somi…” you say in quiet groans. 

Someone needs to pinch you. This can’t be real. Never did you think what you’ve been dreaming would actually come true. The nights you touch yourself to the frequent sight of her tits practically bursting out of her uniform, you think of this same exact thing. You think of using her breasts like a toy, and now you’re experiencing it for real.

Perhaps one of the stars out there really took one for the team and granted two of your wishes at the same time.

Are you in wonderland? The movement of her tits provide a solid pace that’s hard to keep up with. Its warm, slick embrace has you on the edge of the mattress. You don’t ever want to run away from this feeling. It’s slick and tight yet rough, giving you a pleasure that’s confusing just as it is enjoyable.

“How’re you doing there?”

“I like it. More than like,” you breathe. Swallow what’s already been said.

Somi’s tits are a dream. They might as well have been made out of clouds with how soft they are, even when hugging your dick. You see yourself disappear between them and moan. Look up at Somi and see her seductively bite her lip; moan harder. Who knew all that barky flirtatiousness had a bite to them?

“Really?” she asks. She stops for a regretful moment to slap your cock against the side of her boob. The curve of your length heats up. “Couldn’t have guessed.”

She resumes, and you couldn’t be more thankful. The friction is everything to live for, and you’re a man who’s had no wish to die. Somi’s pale chest, guided by her hands trapping your cock between the massiveness in front of you, propels you to a close orgasm.

You switch your focus briefly to Nancy. She hums from afar. You notice that her fingers are in between her legs. She’s enjoying it as much as you are. “Could you stop being a brat for like, one second?” she chuckles, though it twists between her moans.

She’s sitting on the floor with her well-eaten pussy splayed to welcome her digits, and they definitely are welcome visitors. Her mouth is open though no more words come out.

“What? He likes it.” Somi jumps the pace to a rapidity you cry out for, and smiles that smile. The smile she only does when she’s doing or will be doing something she shouldn’t be. Explains a lot—if you two were just best friends, she wouldn’t be titfucking you. “And this is an apology, right? I’m saying sorry for punching him in the balls.”

“God,” you laugh out loud in spite of it all. “If this is the way you apologize, I’d have you punch my balls everyday.”

“I could do that. Say your apologies, too, Nancy. The way you’ll know he likes it.”

It’s as if she made your wet dream and worst nightmare come true. Can you even take more? It’s a question that apparently is disregarded of its answer; Nancy crawls over to the edge of the old, discarded mattress to suck on your swollen balls whenever Somi’s tits rise. 

They’re arsonists, and your whole body is the unfortunate victim. Although they attend only to your crotch except for the here-and-there brushes on your stomach and legs, your toes and arms burn. Somi and Nancy are sending heat waves everywhere. You twist and turn and propel and cry—none of those banish it. And it’s for the better because you’ve never felt closer to paradise.

You have to groan loudly. It can’t be muffled when the sensations are coming at you all at the same time. You can feel Nancy’s tongue dragging its edge along your sensitive flesh and her friend’s tits bouncing around you; see the two students’ sultry looks never breaking; hear one girl’s grunts as she fucks you with her bosom and the other’s moans; touch the mane of Nancy’s autumn hair to pull her deeper into your crotch; taste an orgasm that couldn’t really just come now when it’s this close—

“Oh shit, fuck!” The most senseless of curses come out of you after Somi’s titjob provokes a messy, violent orgasm. You’d be more coherent than that if she were letting up. Not possible when she doesn’t; she keeps bouncing up and down to jerk your cock off with her deep cleavage.

Somi hums delightfully at the never ending spray of cum on her tits. Nancy stops suckling harshly at your left testicle in order for her to be able to do it instead to the rod beside it. 

“Nancy, fuck, so good—” you say, hissing as your hips rise up.

You’re inadvertently facefucking her like this. Your hips move with their own will. They push up hard into Nancy’s beautiful lips. She in turn reacts with spontaneous downward drives of her head, welcoming you into her tight throat and letting you savor her mouth.

Somi fixes the girl’s hair into a ponytail of brown. She could see the bulge you’re making on her throat. She nods her on whenever Nancy looks at her with hesitation, and rubs your thigh to get your sensitivity levels to an all-time peak. She certainly got what she wanted and expected, as per usual, for you’re moaning with the tone of someone who gets paid to do it; shivering though it’s anything but cold here in this loft that’s gotten warm for other reasons besides the fireplace.

Nancy gags as she pulls away. Now she’s poured on by the white rain, too; some get into her hair while the others find a landing place on her shirt. God, that must have been expensive. You’re not here to make reparations, just to remind yourself; this is for you. They gave you this opportunity.

However, your heart pumps with anxiety hearing Nancy hack and cough. You quickly get to the floor, knees shaking on the way. “Hey,” you start, with a thumb on her chin, “you want to keep going?”

It doesn’t look like it for a second, but then those beautiful dark eyes connect with yours and suddenly all the discomfort is away. She smiles.“Y-yeah!” she says with a half-giggle. “All okay here.”

“Awesome.” Somi pats her back repeatedly and strokes her hair. “I was beginning to think I wouldn’t get you to suck on my tits.”

You look at said tits and gulp. Yeah, that beautiful chest covered with your release is tempting to be gawked at. But still, time and place even for jokes. Nancy’s about to have a goddamned asthma attack.

“You are so out of line sometimes,” you say to Somi disapprovingly. 

“It’s alright.” Nancy grins. Wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Nobody said apologies weren’t hard to do.”

The look of defiance and mischief softens on Somi’s face. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m sure he won’t mind, right, oppa?”

“Yeah,” you butt in, something you would have done even without Somi’s jab at your shin. Dear god, is the girl a bodybuilder in disguise or something? That hurt almost as much as the punch to your balls. “Nancy, I appreciate it and everything, but if you want to back out—”

Look, this is everything you wished for. You wanted to have intimate moments with them probably since  just a few months before the friendship was sealed. They’re beautiful girls, and you love Nancy especially closely. However, if they want to stop, you have to. Not to become a white knight or anything, but that’s natural law. You don’t force anybody into it.

“It’s okay, seriously.” Nancy’s relieving words now pass more smoothly through her lips. “Are you liking it so far?”

Alright, another thing to analyze. What else is there to answer? “Yes” is a painfully obvious reply to her question. You’ve had her ass on your face and Somi’s tits screwing an orgasm out of you. This is what wet dreams are made of, except that the white leak doesn’t end up on the fabric of your sheets anymore. 

It ends up on Somi’s amazing chest. Any man would die to catch sight of them. They’re round and full, settling at the perfect position whenever she breathes while covered from areola to nipple with your sticky load. Your semen even slides down to her midriff. You’re more convinced that she’s a bodybuilder—for this, it’s more obvious: her abs are hard and firm. You’ve worked out a lot and have not once gotten to that point of solidness.

Your cock can’t say the same.

“I loved it. You?”

“I liked it, and, and I—” 

“You want to answer him, brunette-ie?” Somi asks mockingly, swirling white on her collarbone. Yet another wonder to gawk at.

“That doesn’t work for other hair colors,” points out Nancy with a giggle.

“It does when I say so.”

Nancy tilts her head. Her smile suddenly doesn’t look too playful anymore. “Not everything’s gonna go your way tonight, blondie.”

“Is that so?” Somi curls her hair from her shoulders and tilts that pretty little head they hold. “Because if I have to say it again, McDonie, it’s—”

Nancy knows there’s no point arguing with her. It’s not the right occasion today. Fortunately, she has better ways of making Somi shut up.

It’s not completely shutting her up when all it does is make her create more noises. These are more pleasant to the ears in comparison. When Nancy attaches her pretty lips to her best friend’s tit, Somi’s words freeze in midair. You could see all her brattiness melt drop by drop. Her eyes are wide and she lets out a whimper. 

If your cock was flaccid already from the raunchy sex (because you started it all off with a bang, literally,) it isn’t now. It perks up hard upon seeing the most beautiful girls you know engaging in such obscene acts. Nancy’s already shown you how talented her mouth is, but she’s only hanging the knowledge out for everyone to see with how she cleans Somi’s right breast of your cum. The nipple she performs on is stiff, and she takes special care in gently guiding her teeth along it. 

“Fuck,” Somi says, voice breathy. All those little signs—her breathing shortening whenever Nancy dares to suckle a little bit harsher, bite a little harder; her legs suddenly shaking and weakening—lead you to a conclusion: they’ve done this before. Whether for rehearsal for this moment or for just mere curiosity, it’s hot nevertheless.

“Now will you shut that dirty mouth up?” Nancy uses that exact voice in the classroom, and hearing her use it in this moment makes her sound so much sexier. Gone is the passive prude that she is (or is pretending to be? That voice can’t be birthed from just leadership skills)—she knows how to put a brat in her place.

“If you think,” says Somi, with a laugh that’s too pitchy to be genuine in its sarcasm, “that sucking my boobs’ll make me a good little bitch, then you’re wrong.”

Is Nancy wrong? Probably. Somi’s the most defiant, outspoken girl you know. Nothing has stopped her from getting her way. You bet if Armageddon came into reality and all the world went to shit, Somi would be commanding the demons to get her a pumpkin spice latte and the angels to call her a limo.

“So you don’t want to be good and get on his cock?” 

Nancy stands up. You’re once again reminded of the eternally truthful fact that her ass is amazing. She shimmies it on your cock, slipping it between her cheeks but never really allowing penetration, and afterwards starts to bounce her butt beautifully for you. 

You can’t help but run your hands all over the perfect fat thing. You  lift the cheeks to let them ripple photogenically as they settle down, going as far as well to give her a few spanks. You’re lost in this sex-filled dream. You’re in a coma seeing the too-good-to-be-true ass of Nancy McDonie.

Somi twitches her mouth to one side. “I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t want to feel his big fat cock inside you,” and Nancy’s more dangerous than you think—she takes your cock and starts to tease its head on her lips and asshole, “and really get a taste of how he stretches you out?”

You bite your lip, enjoying what she’s doing to you and Somi. Your other friend has never looked more needy—large, rabbit eyes peer jealously at Nancy getting to have you for herself. Or is it the other way around? The looks she gives Nancy’s drenched pussy and your solid cock are equally full of hunger. 

“You want to answer, blondie?” An echoed statement, but it doesn’t lose its effect on Somi.

Nancy smirks. She’s a natural-born leader, often managing to fight her way to be in charge. It isn’t the same for the other, who’s been raised to have everything her heart desires. Right now, seeing you hint to fucking her best friend is making her needy. Really needy. She wants you for herself, too.

Nancy shrugs at Somi’s continued refusal to answer. “Suit yourself,” she says. She twists around to face you and commands, in a loud whisper, “I want it in my ass, oppa.”

“No!” Somi finally breaks. Her cheeks are pink. “I mean, like, not yet. Fine. Whatever, f-fine, I’ll be good. Just let me have him, too.”

“That’s more like it.” Nancy kisses her, a feat that has you blushing regardless of you not being the recipient of that gesture. “He and I can do that later.”

Somi scrambles to her feet the second Nancy leaves your lap. With no hesitation whatsoever, she plops herself down on you, filling herself to the hilt all at once. Her toned back is turned, but you can paint a picture of her face as she moans. Her mouth parts widely to cry out, and you could imagine her staring at the black insides of her eyelids as the wonderful filling results in getting her to see stars.

“Ohhh my god,” she drawls out. Her legs shake. “You were gonna fill your ass with something this big?”

You reach up from behind her to squeeze her tits. You can’t believe your dick had the chance to feel them before you did—they could do a role as stress balls; they’re soft, large, and you’d love to squeeze them any time of the day. Yep, also on the times you aren’t stressed in the first place. That’s how perfect Somi’s alluring breasts are.

Her pussy is the main attraction to all of this, however. She’s obviously so turned on—her wetness is like an avalanche of need on your cock for it floods your shaft without the need for an orgasm. Not that you aren’t gonna give it to her. When her pussy’s this snug and warm, this wet and tight, how are you going to do anything but make her cum?

You start to hump her rabidly. Your hips send her bouncing up and down on your lap, making it so that whatever happens, her starting point and ending point is always your cock. Somi’s moans cut and break into emphasized cries. In your hands, her tits make gravity look so appealing; they bob high in the air and rest heavily into your palms. There’s always a sharp rebound, a sharp cry from her. Her moans just make fucking your school’s signature brat a five-star experience.

“What did I tell you? I’m not a prude,” Nancy replies smugly. She spreads Somi’s legs to the point that she’s technically doing a split on your dick. “I also know how to suck on this little nub right here. Like I did to your big tits, remember?”

At first, Somi doesn’t get what she means. But then Nancy licks quickly at her vulnerable clit, and she understands it fully. “F-fuck, Nancy unnie!” she cries out.

She tenses up in your lap. As an effect, she gets impossibly tighter. You fight it with sharp thrusts, but she always ends up closing around you. You pierce her tightening walls and find that no amount of wetness and slick could get her to part her walls. 

“‘Unnie’?” Nancy licks up and down. In the face of it all the run of her voice remains gentle. You splay Somi’s pussy lips to help her out. “You never call me that. Do I have to suck your clit everyday to get you to have some manners?”

Oh, but Somi can’t be taught manners. Just a few licks around and on her bundle of nerves has her forgetting to use a proper inside voice. It’s hopeless when she’s screaming and writhing all over the place. That’s what the combination of your thrusts and her fellow council president’s tongue does to her: it turns her into this crazed nympho just begging to be touched and used.

She’s lucky to have friends like you and Nancy who are willing to be patient in teaching her. Your methods aren’t the most orthodox, you’ll admit—what kind of friend would team up with another in ruining her cunt?

“The princess here needs to learn a lesson, after all,” you whisper in her ear. Your hands on Somi’s wide hips, your fire pumps harshly into her without daring to slip out. Nope, you’re staying inside her forever. “You’re gonna be a good girl, aren’t you, Somi? You’re gonna let us fuck you into being a good girl?”

“You sound so stupid, you know that? Like you came from friggin’ Fifty Shades of Gray or something.” Somi sticks her tongue out at you, then it idly hangs from her lips after you reprimand her with a few scolding thrusts. She begins to whimper, eyes filling with tears of need. 

“Tell us to stop then.” You aren’t fazed. You know what that face she makes means too well. 

You propel up into her with the force of one who almost hates her to be fucking her like that. You spread her legs wider. Bury your face into her hair because she’s your blondie.

She says nothing.

You toy with her nipples, flicking and pinching them.

She utters not a single word.

Nancy slips her tongue inside for a brief moment, joining you, then places kisses on her inner thighs. 

She finally makes a noise, and it’s a couple sounds stringed into whines. 

It’s not the childish one she makes whenever she’s refused something as miniscule as a bite of a doughnut, but one of real weakness. She just showed the two of you where her Achilles spots lay. She’s a sucker for this, and all the same, you’re a sucker for her neck and shoulders that always smell of lilies. Take it all in before leaving love bites all over the pale, prone skin.

She takes deep breaths.

Nancy asks her if she’s cumming, and she screams—

“Yes yes yes! Just keep eating me out, Nancy unnie, keep fucking me, oppa! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

Nancy makes a show of licking the underside of your entering and exiting cock all the way up to Somi’s pussy lips. The two of you groan ecstatically. This she repeats until your precum starts to wet Somi’s walls and Somi’s clit is practically quivering from the abuse. It doesn’t stop there. She grabs Somi’s tiny waist and pushes the girl’s core into her mouth. 

“Shit, Nancy!” Somi gasps lewdly. The new position gives you ample space to take time in withdrawing then slamming every inch into her aching body. “I’m gonna cum, gonna c-c-cum, please—fuck!”

There she goes. She falters heavily into you as her orgasm takes over. 

You caress her rising and falling midriff, suddenly wrapped into the need to help her come down. You kiss the back of her ear and her neck. Whisper sweet everythings there (because you mean each one: you’ll take care of her all the way). Nancy stops eating her and rubs her thigh comfortingly. 

Through it all, Somi’s still your baby. The girl you tend to because you know she loses herself sometimes.

This is the calm after the storm. For a moment, it’s all soft. Somi may remain with her pussy filled with your length, but it doesn’t change the tenderness you have for her. For Nancy. For the relationship the three of you have.

“Are you all bright and happy there?” 

“Fuck you, of course I am.” That tells you she’s not tapering off lust-induced insanity that much. If she were, though, she’d still maintain that feistiness. “I can’t believe we did that. And I can’t believe you didn’t cum inside me.”

“Safe sex, princess.” Nancy’s back to her serious yet half-joking self. She brushes Somi’s nose playfully. “Didn’t you listen to sir Lars?”

“I’m safe today, though…” 

“Hmm. Next time?”

“Next time,” replies Somi with a bit more satisfaction. “For now, I want to see you get your ass fucked.”

Maybe it’s going too fast, like an amateur author’s prodded pacing with a debut novel, but in the flash of the moment you find that you don’t care. You and Nancy share one look and just know tonight is going to be different than all the other ones with hookups, exes, everything. This one runs deeper—it’ll define who you are for the rest of the evening.

Somi sits down at what used to be the headboard of the mattress. She’s good with just watching after the violent orgasm she had. Nancy really went all-out. Must have still been thinking about that speech she made.

Your mind stalls on Nancy right now. She’s on her hands and knees, and she’s looking back at you with this nervous yet crazed desire. It’s written clear on her face. Then there’s the rest of her beautiful body—that back, her full thighs, that ass. You knew she was beautiful with a great body to go with it, but you didn’t really figure it was an unfiltered truth until now.

“I—I brought lube,” she says timidly. She looks away, and it’s so unlike her to be this meek that your instinctive reply is a laugh.

“You came prepared.” 

Somi throws you the bottle, and while you lather some of its content on Nancy’s asshole, you’re faced with millions of questions. “I assume you planned this? Or do you just bring lube whenever I’m around?”

Nancy rolls her eyes. God, do you love to make them do that. You were born to. You were made to make her roll her eyes at you between her laughs. “Stud,” she whispers.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She still hasn’t figured out it isn’t derogatory with you. Or with any guy for that matter. You chuckle softly. Love how her hole closes tighter the second you wipe some of the handy liquid on it. “Ready?”

She nods. There’s hesitation, but the upward perk of her ass can’t mean anything else than transparent want. 

“Boooring!” Somi yells out, arms in an “X”-sign in front of her. You’re the actors, and she’s the disapproving film critic. And god knows how insufferable film critics are. “Ever heard of porn without plot, you absolute doodooheads?”

“Porn without plot? You read way too much fanfiction, Somi. Like, way too much.”

“Hello? Peepee in the poopoo hole now, if you please.”

You give her a tired look in spite of your small laughs. “Can you make it sound any less sexy?”

“She’s right,” Nancy says in a tiny voice. “I want you now.”

There’s the (with a trademark after that) look again, somber and wide. She needs you. You need her. So why are you stalling? Idiot. You need to put yourself together.

Slip past the defiance of Nancy’s asshole, and curse immediately. It isn’t even halfway in and you’re already close. She’s too tight that it almost beats the tightness of Somi’s pussy. You’re not sure you’re ready for this. Run your hand along Nancy's back and feel the sweat stick to your hand. She’s nervous. In pain. At least, you assume so.

“Need to breathe?”

Nancy winces and nods. “A few seconds.”

It’s hell itself trying not to give in to your instincts and pound away into her ass. It’s just so perfect, the way it trembles and shakes and unintentionally sends vibrations your way. Sends those full cheeks bouncing.

Even in a state of need-to-get-it-together, Nancy still looks her prime. Her hair, all those chestnut locks, sticks to her back as she pants. Her face has never looked prettier. She’s gorgeous as could be, and you realize that it’s these moments—not her beauty pageants where she’s all dolled up by attending stylists, not when she manages a glow-up (when she already is the most beautiful woman you know) weeks before class pictures are taken—that take your breath away. She’s just there, just existing, and you maintain your preposition: down bad.

“Tell me if you lovebirds need to stop,” says Somi. “Because what I’m seeing here is– oh my.”

Nancy starts to fuck herself on you. She wants to do this—Somi’s words are her motivation. Her ass constricts tighter and tighter as you penetrate her, but you make it work. Make it fit. She’s so stretched out but she doesn’t stop. It makes you temporarily heed the idea that a glitching robot is controlling her. The recoil and push of her ass are too rough.

“Fuck,” she whispers, eyes squeezed shut firmly. “Feels so fucking good.”

If you’re making Nancy curse, it’s either really good or really bad. You’re betting on the former. Her ass rotates and circles before you, welcoming her into its depths, and you can’t find your breath again. You must have lost it, lost it somewhere in the atmosphere that smells of sex and sweat.

There isn’t even any foreplay to go by. She simply pushes back and takes every inch of your dick. While you lost hold of your breath, Nancy’s found hers, and puts it to good use with her moans. 

“You’re… opening me up so much,” gasps Nancy. She looks back to see that you’re forming a steady reciprocal rhythm that’s starting to gape her hole. 

“Should I go slower?” you ask hesitantly. You slip a hand to her mound then settle a thumb over her clit. It throbs, still sensitive from the sucking.

“No, god, no. Go faster. Please.” Her words are broken off like blunt phrases, but you catch on to her meaning. She wants it fast even for the first time.

It’s lucky you took your time rubbing lube on your shaft and her hole. As time goes by, Nancy’s ass only grows tighter. It clings to you, afraid to let go. Her legs shake yet they’re strong enough to push and pull, receiving you into her backside.

The mattress starts to creak. Its old springs are resurrected and the first thing they do is make squeaking sounds. It’s drowned out by the sound of Somi touching herself. Her wet pussy is slick as her finger rubs firmly on her own clit and her mind runs with the idea of her being in Nancy’s place. Her toes are already curled tightly.

Nancy’s words don’t lose their eccentric tone even if she’s being plowed from behind. The broken mirror discarded to the corner reflects her expressions. One minute she’s smiling drunkenly, and the second minute her eyes are dazed, as if she were taken straight out of an 18+ anime magazine. The next minute she’s suddenly gasping for air. No, air isn’t what she needs. Everything that’s essential is hidden right inside your cock, and she’s going to get it.

“Need it, need it, need it.” 

She squeezes tighter, and you wince. It feels good. Too good, in fact, that you chase after the feeling with quick pumps. 

“H-hah, I know you want to do it,” she says, turning to you. She kisses you and smiles weakly. “So cum in me. Cum in my ass, I need it so fucking bad—”

She interrupts herself with a sharp draw of breath. Your fingers have entered her and are frantically moving, filling her over and over and jabbing at her walls. You take advantage of her sensitivity more than you should, and she loves it. 

Nancy cries out. She folds herself over the mattress more, muffling her face in its olden softness. She feels so full. With your cock stuffing her sweaty ass and your fingers wiggling around inside her, there’s only one path this is destined for. But she wants to make the journey last. She doesn’t want it to end too soon.

“P-please, I can’t take it,” she whines.  She muffles a scream. It doesn’t help; her next words are shouty. They don’t sound so intimidating when they come out pitchy and needy. “I’m going to cum all over you, for you, just please do the same. Please. Please, oh—”

Perhaps it’s your natural way of catering to whatever Nancy requires, which is to mean what you do everyday, but you end up exploding inside her. She moans happily, and you feel her drip a little as she comes to her climax as well. The little leak grows stronger as you firmly rub her clit. Your thighs soon suffer the damages of her flood.

Whimpering and overstimulated, Nancy’s screams almost make the windows shatter. Through all this, she pounds herself back into you, and you do the same. None of you want this to end.

Be that as it may, nothing lasts forever. It could be that it’s a gift, for when you pull out of your crush and spray the remaining shots of cum onto her beautiful back, you realize you’re stark exhausted.

-

“Cinnamon rolls, anybody?”

Here’s how it goes after that: the three of you showered and are ready to go rest. You couldn’t try for shower sex, not when all of you are spent. You’ve sprayed and fucked and came too many times to count that it’s for the common good that you take a break. 

Bruises litter your jaw but it’s alright. Nothing a little makeover can’t fix. Nancy still worriedly brushes it with a tender finger.

“I swear, Nancy,” you laugh, “I’m fine. You should be worried about yourself.”

Nancy nods obediently, but her eyes still linger on the purple spot.

“God, get a room,” says Somi with a groan, handing you your dessert. Is this her way of aftercare? “Oops, you already did. Silly me.”

You’re all wrapped in comfortable bathrobes. They’re the ones with the really silky fabric, the kind that feels like clouds dropped from heaven and onto you. They settle comfortably on your sore bodies. You go to the roof even with only those “clothes” on. Not one of you cares for decency; considering what you did earlier, it’d be hypocritical to try and salvage some self-respect.

Oh, who minds anyway? Not you three. All you want is some rest.

“Not funny,” Nancy says. She takes a careful bite of her roll, licking her lips with a glare.

“My bad. Should try again the next time we stop fucking.”

You stop chewing. “Wait… so you’re saying we’re doing that again?” you ask, suddenly flustered. 

You’re not complaining. It only took a few minutes for you to discover that sex with the duo is the perfect mix of soft and rough. Exactly your kind. Okay, so maybe the rough part outweighs the other, but you aren’t turning back. Your concern is your friendship—would you still see each other as reliable people, or would that be warped by lust?

You’re young. Nothing is permanent—that’s what you’re taught. What if that counts for the relationship you have, too?

“You don’t want to do it?” Somi asks in a voice so small you barely could make out the words.

“No, no, I do.” Scratch the back of your neck. How do you say this without sounding super attached? (You are.) “But… are we still friends? Are we still good with each other?”

Nancy gives you an amused look. “Why wouldn’t we be?” she inquires, genuinely curious.

“I—I thought—”

“Look, we all know what we feel.” Somi takes your hand and presses it to her thigh. Her face portrays a solemn yet caring look. It feels foreign seeing such a serious face on such a spunky girl. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends along the way. You’re still our Frankenstein. We made you.”

“Is the alcohol plus hot choco combo doing something to you or what? Frankenstein is the name of the crea—”

Somi groans and mashes you in the face with her cinnamon roll. “Get outta here with your nerd BS,” she says. She’s smiling, though. 

“Get out of here with your own dodo BS, bottle blonde.”

“Dodos are essential knowledge, not some facts about a stupid ass mon—”

“If you two don’t stop,” says Nancy, knowing when a playful fight starts and how to stop it before it does, “you’re both getting out.”

Are these the girls you fucked in that small loft just a few hours prior? They don’t ever change, do they? They might be hot as hell, but they’re still Jeon and McDonie, the girls you’re friends with. Your hearts remain in the places they were before.

But maybe deeper, delving into the core of your chests.

Somi directs her eyes up at the moon floating in the night sky and smiles. You’ve always loved it when she smiles, menacing as it could be sometimes. She looks like a giddy girl who was just taken to a candy store. There’s this pure, sweet grace to it that infectiously makes you grin, too.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” she says dreamily.

“It is,” Nancy agrees. She’s looking cute herself; her cheeks are stuffed with cinnamon rolls. 

You look up as well. They’re right. The moon does look prettier tonight. You’re no selenophile, but you swear the large spots of gray and black on its rounded curves make it look more serene. It feels like a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

“Well,” you say, smiling, “I can die happy.”

It was supposed to end like that. You all know what you meant. This was supposed to be a memory you’d keep stowed in the drawers of your minds to look fondly at later in life. But you just had to ruin the moment by suddenly sitting up straight and staring with wide eyes at your hands. What have you done? You can’t believe you could do such a thing.

“H-hey, Nancy…”

“What’s wrong?” Nancy asks.

“You know that quote you said earlier about first impressions?”

“Yeah?”

“And how I said Michael Jordan was smart for saying it?”

“What are you getting at here?”

“I remembered it wrong.” You gulp. “Michael Jackson said it, not Michael Jordan.”

“Are you in your right mind? How could you even think that?” asks Somi, cackling. She almost topples down the roof. “Like, seriously, oppa, are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, opp—”

“For fuck’s sake—”

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[fanfiction4sooya]

Thoughts on hung!Somi roughly railing you from the back omg 🤭

No because why do I think that's her favorite position?

Don't get me wrong, she loves seeing your pretty face when you cum but whenever she fucks you from behind it feels so satisfying to feel her cock railing your walls and her balls repeatedly hitting your swollen clit 🤭

She likes holding you against her because it gives her the chance of saying the most obscene, dirty, nasty things on your ear as she knows it gets you off faster. The wet sounds, the wetness trickling down your thighs and your screams it all feels too much but I feel it just makes her concentrate better to not cum before you🫠

Her dick is huge and her balls are definitely full so I think her cum is thick and her load is big, that's why when she finally cums she presses your face down to spread your ass cheeks to watch her cum ooze out and drip from your puffy cunt 🤤🤤🤤 I definitely think she likes observing your hole clench and unclench, watching closely the aftermath of raw fucking you

She definitely praises herself mentally after it because she knows she is the best fuck you've ever had

#gxg smut #lua rambles #jeon somi smut #somi smut

[ggidolsmuts]

Kim Sejeong, Master Baiter - Kim Sejeong, Kang Mina, Jeon Somi

"Oppa, what type of porn do you watch?" It takes all of your self-control to not spit your food on Sejeong.

"W-What? I don't watch porn," you answer reflexively.

"Come on~ even I watch porn, it's fine! What type of porn do you like, how do you feel about girl-on-girl porn? I heard guys really like that."

"I... don't mind it?" You try to dodge the first part of her question, and thankfully Sejeong overlooks it.

"Yeah? Okay, so you wouldn't mind it?"

"Sure? Where is this going?"

"Oh nowhere, don't worry about it!"

Valentine's Day soon comes around, and you take Sejeong out for a fancy dinner date. She's dressed in a rather daring black dress, but at least it isn't out of place in the restaurant.

Neither are you, suited up sharply for the occasion, and Sejeong's eyes rake over you just like hers do.

"Something on my face?" you quip as you catch her looking once again.

"Me, hopefully, later tonight." Your eyes widen, and the blood drains from your face and rushes down between your legs. It's one thing for Sejeong to be straightforward, it's another thing for Sejeong to be this straightforward.

"S-Should we skip dessert then dear?" You fold your napkin and leave it on the table, ready to go.

"No." Sejeong daintily dabs the side of her mouth, cleaning some imaginary morsel from her lips. "But we should have it back in our room."

"Oof! Mmph!" Sejeong drags you into said room, slamming the door shut by pushing you against it. Except it's not your bedroom, and it's not her bedroom either.

"You didn't tell me you booked a whole suite for us," you whisper sweetly, briefly staving off the wave of passion that is Sejeong pressing her lips and her curves against you.

"I wanted it to be a surprise, happy Valentine's Day oppa." Sejeong is not really into delaying things, and she pulls your hands around her neck, making sure you're touching the knot holding her dress together.

"Someone's in the mood." Sejeong doesn't deny it, sliding a thigh between your legs as she grinds herself on your own thigh. She presses herself into your chest, and you feel two rough nubs against you.

"There's so much I want to do tonight."

You let her dance you over to the bed, tipping the two of you on to it. She snakes a hand under your shirt, and you slip the knot off her dress.

"Someone's in the mood," Sejeong quips back and dazzles you with a knowing smile. She tingles as your daring hand goes down her bare back, and wrinkling her dress as you squeeze her ass harshly, bringing her hips flush against yours. She can feel you stiffly prodding against her, and she responds with a grind and a soft moan. She kisses your cheek, nibbling on your earlobe. "Such smooth skin, I can't wait to sit on your face."

"Hop on then." Your world descends into darkness as Sejeong's dress lands around your head and blocks out the light of the room. Her wetness and musk fills your senses, and you start licking when Sejeong grabs your head and begins to hump your face. Back and forth, left and right, clit and slit, your tongue brushes over and against every part of Sejeong's increasingly drenched pussy, and you can vaguely make out her moans over the dress. The mattress sinks a little as she plants her knees on each side of your head, and your neck gets a workout as she bounces herself on top of you, riding your face for all it's worth.

"Fuck I love your face!" Sejeong moans loudly, not caring if you could hear it or not. You are briefly nonplussed as your face is no longer connected to her pussy, but it is quickly rectified as Sejeong spreads her knees wide and drops herself on your mouth. She stuffs you full of juice as she clearly cums above you, shoving your head into the bed. Sejeong rode you rough, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hope it's my turn soon," you mumble into your forced kiss on her lower lips, and Sejeong shakes in laughter.

"Oh you'll get your turn right now." You wince at the now blinding light of the room, and then not too gently Sejeong wipes her juice off you before kissing you again. "You remember how I asked if you liked girl-on-girl porn? What if we had some live girl-on-girl porn right now?"

"R-Really?" You choke on the words, pitching a tent in your slacks that test the durability of the fabric. Surely not, surely you're not having a threesome right now?

"Mmhmm." Sejeong sits you at the edge of the bed and has you remove all of your clothes. Your stiff cock points right at her as she settles between your legs, the top of her dress undone earlier now reveals her busty chest. "How would you like to see some hot action from Rachel and Samantha hmm?"

"Ohh, yeah, that's good..." you moan as she presses her soft mounds around your cock. You won't say no to a titjob from Sejeong, but you can't help but feel slightly disappointed at Sejeong's idea of girl-on-girl action.

"Look, they're kissing, mmph, yeah, make out girls!" Sejeong commentates on her own work as she pushes her tits together, trying to get her nipples to touch. She sucks your tip in her mouth intermittently, earning a groan from you each time.

"Yeah, rub against each other, you like that oppa?" Rachel and Samantha move in opposite directions as Sejeong manhandles them up and down. "You like their scissoring?" The delicious friction of her tits along your shaft is very effective (like every Sejeong titjob ever), and you throw your head back and moan an affirmative.

"They can feel you getting close oppa, they're going faster and faster, ah, ah, ah!" Sejeong throws in some fake moans of her own. "Look at them!" You freeze as you bring your head back down—somehow, what you thought was merely another empty bed in the suite is now occupied, and you see Kang Mina and Jeon Somi, tangled together on a bed of their own, dressed in nothing but their underwear.

"Guh!" It is a moan of surprise and pleasure as you hit your peak instantly, splattering Sejeong's face with multiple blasts as she smiles and takes every shot like a champ, letting it drip down to Samantha and Rachel, her two "girls" working to milk you thoroughly. "Se-Sejeong, what­— Mina, Somi are over there—" You instinctively cover yourself with your hands as Sejeong gets up to clean herself off, shrugging her dress to the ground right in front of them.

"Hm? Oh, about time, you're late."

"Hi unnie, oppa!" Somi's voice comes from across the room. "We didn't want to disturb."

"Yeah, you two were late so we just got started, don't mind us, keep going." Somi gives the two of you an "OK" sign as Mina waves to both of you. The pair collapse back on the bed as Mina pulls Somi into her embrace. And you finally try to process things.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Oh, so the suite's actually two rooms connected—"

"No no I get that part, sure, but it's all the other stuff I'm confused about."

"Well, they wanted to spice things up a little for Valentine's Day, and I was game. And don't tell me you're not game," Sejeong warns as she grabs your already recovering self. "Just let us lead things, okay?"

"As long as they're okay with it."

"Oh they are more than okay with it."

Across the room Mina and Somi are in their own little world, tongues tangling in their deep kiss.

"Take it off." Somi obliges, and her girlfriend leans in to suck on her newly freed tits.

"Fuck, I can't believe we're doing this," Somi moans, a little softer than normal. Mina's hand on her ass makes sure she moans at her usual volume.

"You're the one who wanted to do it." Off comes Mina's bra, and now it's Somi's turn to pleasure her unnie, her hand drifting underneath Mina's panties. "Ah, yes, there!" Slow circles on Mina's clit and lots of sucking on Somi's tits are the appetizer for the night as the two of them work themselves up to a main course.

"Holy shit."

"Better than any porn you've watched I bet." Sejeong mutters, leaning against you as you prep your own appetizer for round two. You massage Rachel and Samantha, kissing Sejeong's neck as she leans into you. "God they look so fucking hot." You move a hand down her body, only to find her own hand already at work, rubbing languidly over her pussy. "Oh fuck, wow."

You look up to see what Sejeong's gasping about—Mina's has one, no, two fingers in Somi, her panties drawn to the side to give the two of you a good view, and she's sawing them in and out of the younger woman.

"Ahh!" Mina yelps as Somi responds in kind, pushing her own slender fingers into her lover. Soon the two of them move in unison, hips grinding up and down as they seek to get themselves and each other off.

"Fuck, unnie please, one more!" Somi throws her head back when Mina does just that.

"Don't hold back," Mina warns her, and soon between Mina's hot breath on her nipples and three fingers deep in her cunt Somi wails loudly for all to hear, thighs quivering, tits jiggling, and back undulating in her orgasm. Mina withdraws her fingers with a flourish, showing off her shiny digits to the audience of two across the room. Somi collapses on her girlfriend, but her strength quickly comes back, and Mina's hand on her head roughly pushes her down.

"Holy fuck..." the two of you breathe as you watch Somi suck on Mina's tits, squeezing and pleasuring Sejeong's former Gugudan groupmate. She keeps moving down, and Mina's panties land on the floor between the two rooms. She sucks in a breath as her lover kisses her mons, and she moans loudly when Somi finally makes contact with her clit, taking it in her mouth. Mina's lost in her own world, feeling Somi's tongue swirl around her nub and dip into her wetness—she bucks her hips, dangling her legs over Somi's back as she pushes her favorite tongue deeper into her.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck Sejeong, I need to fuck you." You lean forward, meaning to push her on all fours, but she pushes back.

"Wait, I still want to watch. Like this—" With your legs spread Sejeong sits on your hips, letting herself sink on to your cock. "Mmmm are you bigger than normal? Because of the show?"

"No, you're tighter than normal, is it because of the show?"

"Shut up and let me watch." Sejeong leans back against you, kissing your nape as she grinds on you. "Fuck me slowly, I want to watch them finish. Ah!" You do as she says and move slowly, but you are going to fuck Sejeong hard. "I can't watch like this!"

"Do your best." Sejeong keeps her hands on your knees for support, her legs spread and kneeling on the bed, taking each slam of your hips into hers. She bites her lower lip on the first thrust, trying to keep quiet and not distract the lovers across the room. His fingers dig into her hips and a small moan escapes her lips, and Sejeong quickly crumbles. The scene across the room shakes as you rattle her with each thrust. You bring a hand to her neck, tiling her head up and opening her throat.

"OH FUCK!" Mina is jarred out of her own pleasure because of the Sejeong's shout, and also because Somi stops to turn around.

"What's going— Mmpf!" Mina keeps Somi pinned against her snatch. "But I want to see—"

"Get me off quickly, then we can watch." Somi accepts the challenge, her tongue more active than ever. Mina's vision blurs as Somi's fingers join the challenge, taking up permanent position inside her pussy as Somi begins lapping at her clit, small quick touches skyrocketing her pleasure. She arches her back off the bed and nearly suffocates Somi in her orgasm, mindlessly humping Somi's face until she feels her back on the bed again. Mina pulls Somi back up the bed, not hesitating to kiss and taste herself on her pleasurer's lips and tongue. "Good girl, now we can watch together."

With their own show over, Mina and Somi settle to watch Sejeong's show. The two of them watch Sejeong get plowed from below—her tits juggle from each impact, just as your balls dangle on each thrust, evidence of you hilting deep inside Sejeong every time. Your butt leaves the bed each thrust, and the only reason she doesn't go airborne is because you have a tight hold on her waist, jamming her down on your cock each time.

"Fuck that looks so hot too..." Somi whispers, turned on again after the time spent eating Mina out helped her recover. She grinds slowly on Mina's juicy thigh, spreading her own slick all over her unnie's leg.

"He must be hitting her so deep, look at unnie's face!" Mina points out. Sejeong's expression is one of surprised pleasure, her lips curled in a smile, but her eyes round and wide open, thoroughly enjoying the rough treatment. They watch you grab one of Samantha or Rachel, and you squeeze, drawing a strangled moan from Sejeong.

"Oh fuck, oppa! I'm gonna cum!" Somi and Mina watch in shock as you up the pace, making Sejeong go from soft to loud moans, then into a wailing shriek. "Yes yes yes!" The last few thrusts are accompanied by deafening claps of flesh on flesh as all parties involved go silent when you bring her down on your cock one last time. Sejeong's head lolls against your shoulder, and you kiss and grunt into her cheek.

"S-Sejeong unnie's leaking..." Somi mutters, her eyes glued to your connection. Slick flows freely down your sack, and as you move slightly, both Somi and Mina tense up as they see rivulets of thick white cum leaking out of their unnie. "He came in her, so much..." When you leave her body even more of it oozes out of her, staining the bed. Somi jumps a little, feeling Mina squeeze her own breast all of a sudden.

"Did you bring it love?" Somi gets Mina immediately.

"Yes, let me get it." A trail of slick connect's Somi's pussy to Mina's thigh briefly before it snaps, and Mina plays with herself idly. She couldn't wait to fuck Somi.

"Ah... That was so good." Sejeong mumbles into your neck, breathing heavily.

"Yeah, that was so hot."

"Looks like it's going to get even hotter." Sejeong chuckles tiredly. You look up to see what she means and your jaw almost knocks Sejeong out from how hard it bumps her on the head—Mina is on top of Somi, spreading her legs. In between Mina's own legs is a crimson red raging boner—at least, that's what you would call the strap-on she is wearing. The tip rests between Somi's lips, and the blonde's chest is already heaving, chin tilted down and begging.

"Please put it in already unnie, please!" Kang Mina stops to spare you and Sejeong a look, a light smirk on her face, as if to say, watch how I fuck her. With a snap of her hips Mina shoves herself all the way into the blustering busty blonde.

"Unnie, UNNIE!" Somi squeals. Unlike usual porn, two pairs of tits are juggling in rhythm, hypnotizing you as you watch Mina fuck Somi vigorously—it is clear that this is not a new development, as Somi wraps her legs around Mina and pulls her down for a kiss. "Unnie, so good, so deep!"

"Yeah? Are you going to cum for us already?" Mina squeezes Somi, fingers pinching and drawing circles around her nipples. It results in a higher pitched whine and a nod. To your surprise Mina gets even rougher, putting Somi's long legs on her shoulders and bending over her. Watching Mina's curvy body pound Somi's toned figure in half is incredibly erotic, and you notice Sejeong's hand wrapped around your recovered hardness.

"I need you to fuck me soon." You reach between Sejeong's legs, feeling a new coat of slick mixed with your cum from earlier.

"Later, let them finish first." Your eyes are still glued to the couple, and every bounce of Mina's hips off Somi reveals the strap-on getting shinier and shinier. Somi's arms are wrapped around Mina's neck, holding her there, making sure Mina hears her moans get louder and louder. The breasts dangling in front of Somi are too delectable, and soon she has a tit in her mouth, using it as a muffler for her moans.

"Fuck Somi, shit!" Mina pounds her even harder, and she hisses as Somi tenses up, teeth and nails digging lightly into her body. Mina gives Somi a few final pumps through her orgasm, as if trying to jar Somi's mouth loose from her chest. Drool drips from Mina's teeth-marked breast as Somi's jaw goes slack, and her entire body, previously clinging on to Mina, seems to fall off her lover. Slick drips from the strap-on as Mina removes it from around her hips, letting it stain the sheets as she collapses on top of Somi, kissing her tenderly.

"Okay they're done. Fuck me, fuck me now!" Sejeong's whisper is insistent as she twists onto her back, strong legs around your hips immediately, urging you to mount her right away.

"Wait, oppa wait!" Somi's soft cry surprises everyone in the room, her outstretched hand stopping you momentarily. She pushes herself up into a sitting position, reaching for the strap-on and holding it in the air.

"Teach me how to fuck."

"What are you talking about?" you ask hoarsely, not quite believing your ears.

"I want Mina-unnie to feel good too, so, show me how you do it."

"Umm, you should ask her what position she likes."

"I don't know—"

"Doggy." Mina is eager to "help", and she helps Somi with the strap-on. "I love you, you'll feel good no matter what," she whispers in Somi's ear before getting on all fours. Sejeong is equally eager to just get fucked as she gets on all fours too, mirroring Mina's position. You take a deep breath—yes, you're really doing this.

"Okay, so I would umm, push her down into the bed, like this." With a hand on her upper back you push Sejeong into the bed, keeping only her ass up in the air. Somi does the same with Mina, before looking back at you quizzically.

"Why do you do this?"

"Oh, it gives you a better angle, and umm, I like to see her tits, they squish and spill out on the sides a little."

"Oh..." Somi looks down and sees the same for Mina. She reaches down and gives Mina a light squeeze. "That's pretty hot."

"Yeah, so umm, push in." You can't believe you're asking Somi this. "Are you inside Mina yet?"

"Yeah." Mina let's out an involuntary Ah! as Somi pushes further. "All the way in I think."

"Okay, now take your hand and place it on her lower back. Now pull it towards you, make her back curve a little more, but don't hurt her." You demonstrate for Somi on Sejeong, and she is a quick learner, taking to it like learning choreography.

"Now rotate your hips, move her up and down slightly, let her tell you what feels good." You walk the talk, and Sejeong tells you with her body, her walls tightening around you when your head rubs over her g-spot.

"Nngh!" Mina tells Somi more vocally, gasping in surprise when the blonde finds her spot.

"There unnie?"

"Unnngh yeah, right there."

"What now?" To Mina's arousal and slight trepidation, Somi's hands are gripping her hips firmly—she had nowhere to run.

"Thrust in and down, make sure you keep the same position as much as possible." You grab Sejeong by her slim midriff and thrust, earning yourself a satisfying gasp and whine from Sejeong. You spare Somi and Mina a glance, but after the first few thrusts seem to draw muffled moans from Mina, you figure Somi is doing a fine job and leave her to it, changing your focus to Sejeong instead.

Somi meanwhile is laser-focused on the couple across from her—one thing that's different between Somi and you is that Somi isn't distracted by pleasure from Mina's pussy gripping the strap-on, so her detailed eye catches every slight adjustment you make: How you raise your hips slightly before thrusting, how you propel yourself forward and down when doing so, and how you hands pull Sejeong's hip upwards at the same time.

She does all this and more, getting aroused from the fucking before her of course, but also making sure her movements are correct, working up a sweat as she thoroughly goes through each motion, refining her rhythm as if going through an exercise set.

S-Somi... Mina gasps in her head, but she's unable to even make a sound—one other thing that's different is that Somi can't feel Mina tighten up around her strap-on, and she's so focused on the motions of fucking and the couple in front of her that she's lost track of her girlfriend beneath her, the one getting unexpectedly and completely destroyed by Somi's first fucking. Over and over Somi pushes on her g-spot, and Mina's been sent over the edge multiple times. She can hear herself squelch lewdly, her mind leaking out of her pussy as Somi fucks her brains out relentlessly. There is no doubt cream and girlcum all over the strap-on and a puddle between her legs, but Somi has made no indication she has noticed at all. Mina's legs are weak, she can barely feel them, barely keep herself propped up, and yet Somi's hands keep her ass raised—she's not so much fucking Mina, as she is fucking Mina's g-spot, and the poor brunette takes it while Somi is focused on you and Sejeong.

You of course, don't notice any of this, busy grunting and moaning with Sejeong as you feel her clench around you multiple times, getting her off as much as you could. As you reach your own end you pull Sejeong off the bed, yanking her arms back. You lose your rhythm, thrusting into her wildly while Rachel and Samantha bounce all over. With no bed to muffle her moans, Sejeong screams as you explode in her with one final plunge, grabbing her tits and pulling her flush against you, making sure you fill her up right in front of Somi and Mina. Your hand drifts down her body, and she holds your hand as you fill her womb with warm cum.

"W-Wonderful..." Sejeong whispers before she falls forward on to the bed, spent but filled. It leaves you on your knees, cock shrinking, dripping with cum and slick as you take in the situation in front of you.

"Umm, when should I stop?" Comes the hilariously innocent question from Somi, and you realize Somi's still thrusting, still fucking Mina, who seems to be quivering and drooling onto the bed.

"Er, normally when you cum, but in your case I guess when she tells you to? I think you should stop though, Mina doesn't look to be in a state to talk." Somi stops and let's go of Mina, and she immediately slumps on the bed, limp and unmoving.

"Unnie, unnie are you okay? Sorry did I hurt you? You should have said something!" Somi cuddles Mina, until she's finally coherent enough to talk.

"No, you didn't hurt me, it was very good, too good. You're a natural. We'll figure out a way so you don't go overboard." The two of them are locked in whispered conversation as you do your best to clean up, making sure Sejeong's okay and dealing with the mess best you can.

"Do you want to try?" "Both?" "Check with unnie."

The two of them call out to Sejeong, waving her over. She stumbles over there, still not quite getting her legs under her, and the three of them engage in even more whispered conversation.

"Oppa, are you showering?" you hear Sejeong call out from the room.

"Not yet, I was going to, want to join me?" You slap yourself mentally, forgetting that Somi and Mina were there. "I mean, you can go first if you want."

"No no, can you come out for now?" You exit the bathroom to see all 3 of them on the bed, wrapped in bathrobes for warmth.

"What is it?"

"Can you do it with me? Just once." Somi slips her robe off a little, just past her shoulders. How did she know—Kim Sejeong!

"And then me, just once too." Mina does the same, and your eyes go to Sejeong, who is smirking.

"Your idea?"

"Just the shoulder thing, the rest is theirs. And I'm okay with it, before you ask. Happy Valentine's Day?" Your girlfriend shrugs and teases you.

"But aren't you two—"

"Yes but we're not opposed to it, and to be honest? You look bigger, so we want to see how that feels. You made Sejeong unnie feel good, but how do we know it's not because you're the only guy she's ever had?"

"Hey!" Sejeong smacks Somi in the back of her head. "Fuck her, that's an order."

Mina pulls Somi down to the bed, stripping the bathrobe off her as you get to admire Somi's body once more. "Tell me how he feels babe, I want to know what I'm getting into."

"Yes unnie." Somi's expression is priceless as you start with the tip, spreading her lips open before slowly pushing yourself into her. "Fuck unnie, he's thick, he's so wide!" With the boost to your ego, you pull out before pushing back into her smoothly. "Hnngh fuck he's stretching me!"

"Yeah? Do we need to buy a bigger strap-on? Need to replace your favorite?" Mina taps Somi's face with the now obsolete strap-on, and Somi sucks it obediently, muffling her moan as you start fucking her.

"Mm— Mmmff pwah!" Somi gets drool all over the strap-on as you shove her strong enough to pop the strap-on out of her mouth. "Sorry! We'll need a new one I think."

"So needy, always wanting the new and best toys." Mina strokes Somi's cheek before kissing her. "Does he feel good?"

"He does, it feels so good!"

"Looks like I'll need to take some lessons from you too next time," Mina teases, and the prospect of showing Mina how to fuck Somi next time rushes you towards your peak.

"Fuck unnie, he's moving in me!"

"Yeah, gonna cum," you admit, your cock throbbing and jerking as you try to hold off your orgasm.

"Go ahead, cum for us." Mina's words are directed to both of you, as she pinches Somi's clit, triggering an immediate response from the blonde. You grunt at the sudden tightness, and you blow your load immediately into Somi's milking pussy. Mina kisses her whiny lover, gently squeezing her tits to extend her orgasm as you fill Somi.

"Shit, sorry!" you gasp and pull out, but Mina's fingers are already on top of it, damming Somi up, stopping your cum from leaking out of her.

"Oh don't worry, she's good," Mina replies nonchalantly, continuing to finger Somi, letting her buck and ride her fingers until Somi's thoroughly sated. "I'm good too, by the way." Mina kisses the tired Somi before removing her own bathrobe. She gets on all fours, mimicking the position she took earlier.

"I'm umm, gonna need a moment."

"Right, not a strap-on, sorry." But in a flash Sejeong's in front of you, cleaning your cock with her mouth, stroking you firmly to a good level of hardness. "Damn unnie, you know your man."

"Of course. You mind if I—" Sejeong gestures to Somi.

"No, go ahead."

"Cool, go get her." Sejeong smacks your ass before melting your brain, burying her face between Somi's legs and licking the cum out of her. Mina can't help but laugh at your expression.

"You may be teaching us how to fuck, but Sejeong unnie taught us how to eat." Mina wiggles her ass in front of you, her chest pressed against the bed like you demonstrated earlier. "Now, shall we get started?" You line yourself up, and Mina's reaction is much the same as Somi's, hissing and letting out a long moan as you stretch her. "Mmm fuck, Somi's so right." You adjust yourself, finding the right angle.

"Right— Ah!" You don't need Mina to tell you what's good, as she clenches around you immediately when you find what she likes. You start thrusting down at her, and Mina quickly becomes a puddle of pleasure beneath you, coating you with copious amounts of slick in the process.

"Nngh, so big— so good— cum..." Mina cums in unison with Somi, your girlfriend doing a lovely job of cleaning up Mina's girlfriend. You gesture to Sejeong, and she scoots over, allowing you to slip two fingers into her with a free hand. With no need to hold back you hump into Mina hurriedly, driving yourself to a sore final climax. Sejeong clenches around your fingers, but no moan is heard as Somi wraps her thighs around Sejeong, pushing her head between her legs. Mina quivers and covers your cock with another wave of slick, and you're exploding in Mina as you finger your girlfriend, who's devouring Mina's girlfriend, and everything becomes a mess of cum and slick.

Four sweaty bodies collapse on the bed, completely drained and exhausted. You manage to drag Sejeong to your own bathroom, giving both couples some privacy as you stumble into the shower.

"Fuck, that was crazy," you mutter as you shampoo Sejeong's hair.

"Yeah, I can't believe they wanted to give you a try."

"And you let them. Also, only guy you've ever had huh?" Sejeong blushes, slapping away your hand and rinsing off the shampoo herself.

"Shut up." She stays silent for a while before self-correcting quietly. "Only guy I ever want."

"Is that a proposal? I say yes."

"Tch, I'm not talking to you!"

Meanwhile on the other side of the suite...

"We definitely need a bigger strap-on."

"Yes, definitely." Somi cuddles against Mina. "You think Sejeong unnie will give us his size? Just so we have a reference."

"Maybe he's sent her a dick pic before, we can just ask her to send that over. We'll figure that out later, shower?"

"Yes unnie."

The two couples fall asleep on the clean side of their beds. You wake up the next morning though to Sejeong beneath the sheets, sucking your cock but also wrapping your shaft with something.

"Good morning, uhh, what are you doing?" Sejeong holds up a finger, telling you to wait a moment. She disappointingly gets off your cock and takes what looks like a string with her to the study desk. You cuddle her as she slides into bed again, tapping on her phone busily.

"Good morning?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah oppa good morning."

"What was that all about?"

"Oh, they wanted your size, so I was just measuring it."

"Would be nice to tell me, and are you just going to leave me hanging after all that?"

"I was going to finish the job, then you asked so many questions." Sejeong kisses you, and you kiss her back. "Happy Valentine's Day."

She disappears under the sheets once more, and you moan and gasp. Happy Valentine's Day indeed.

Elsewhere...

"Yes, YaSe came through for us!" Mina and Somi titter at Sejeong's message. Happy Valentine's Day for everyone!

A/N: I've had this idea for more than a year I think by this point, finally just knuckled down and wrote it lol. The end gets a little rushed, but it was either that or take it out, and I wanted to keep the funny "we need to get a bigger strap-on" part in with a YaSe reference. Either way happy belated Valentine's Day (still in Feb at least lol) and thanks for reading!

#smut #kim sejeong #kang mina #jeon somi

[ourdadai]

✿ somi ꒰ solista ꒱ lockscreens !

#somi gifs #somi icons #somi #somi jeon #jeon somi #somi layouts #somi lq #somi lockscreens #somi moodboard #somi messy icons #somi smut #somi solo #somi packs #somi edits #somi wallpapers #somi messy layouts #kpop soloist #kpop solo artist #solo idol #solist #solista #ask #lockscreens #wallpaper #kpop lockscreen #wallpapers kpop #kpop moodboard #kpop music #kpop lyrics #kpop icons

[omegamannn]

The Omega Library 10/10

Viviz/Gfriend SinB -Ruined -Best Buddies Eunha -Merry Christmas Umji -Getting what I want -Picturesque Undressed -Raffle winner -Betrayed -Jealousy -Old friends come back -Memories of a dream -The goddess' challenge -Persuading the innocent -Tiebreaker Sowon -Behind The Scenes

Weeekly Zoa -Friday outing -Love in an elevator XG Jurin -Bad Idea Soloists Eunbi -Serendipity -Waterbombed -Untitled breeding smut -Mommy has needs -The neighbors' kink feat. Sohee -Another gym buddy -My semi-idol life pt. 1 -Castle of a thousand spiders -Home -Mildly unfair -MILF in the class -Midnight feat. Jihyo & Karina -Trouvaille -Overlord feat. Hyewon -Matchmaker -Out of bounds -Glitched Desires -Eunbi's Dinner -The royal chest -Film shooting -Skyline feat. Hyewon -Tentacle game! -Forever Diamonds -Underwater -Empress -Like a moth to a flame -Deal with the devil IU -Photographer pt. 1 -Photographer pt. 2 -Interlude: Above the sky -Untitled foursome feat. Tzuyu & Irene -Concerto pt. 1 -Interlude: Venice Somi -Untitled Blackmail feat. Karina -Snowball effect -Snowball continues rolling -Culmination -Beautiful Colleague -Interlude: Lonely -Senior Year Isn’t the Only Thing That’s Hard feat. Nancy -Temptation -Quiet -Lights and cameras -XOXO Jini -Untitled -Career's dead end Yena -Wicked Lover Taeyeon -Drive T Too many idols to list 😳 -Just testing -Maknae Royale -Unlikely Love -King of Oshiri -Surviving NNN -Crossing the river -Dreamday

#smut #girlgroup #xg #eunbi #jini #yena #choi yena #kwon eunbi #iu #jeon somi #taeyeon #viviz #gfriend

[ryujenini]

IMAGINE #27 (nsfw)

Imagine Somi straddling you inside the back of her car, complaining that there wasn't enough room but still begging you to touch her as she awkwardly gyrated her hips finally getting her release from the friction against your knee and her now soaked panties

#somi #jeon somi #kpop #imagine #drabble #hard hours #hard thoughts #smut #ryujenini

[twice-inamillion]

Chaeyoung’s BestFriend

Smut (rough sex, blow job, masturbating)

Chapter 171

It's been a week since the Momo and Chaeyoung moment. Ever since that day both for them have been particurily attached to you, especially chaeyoung. She's been waking you up with daily head. There's even times when she’s been offering her cunt as a cock warmer, helping go to sleep better during the cold nights.

Today is a Friday aftersoon and chaeyoung has asked You to take her to a cafe to meet her best friend.You agree, knowing that this would give you an excuse to visit the office and turn in somework.

You leave Chaeyoung the cafe near the JYP building and tell her to call you when she's done.

“Okay, I'll let you know when to pick me up.”

After spending a couple of hours at the office you decide to text her.

"Are you ready? I haven’t received a message from you."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I forgat to text you. I'm at my mon's house. Can you pick me up here?”

“I'm on my way."

It takes you less than thirty minutes to get to her house. You park your car on the street and begin to walk towards her house. As you are walking you see Mrs. Son, she’s trying to carry grocery bags but is struggling.

“Hello Mrs. Son. Remember me?”

“Ahh yes. You’re Chaeyoung’s friend from work.”

“Do you need some help with the bags? I’m here to pick up Chaeyoung and I’m more than happy to help.”

“You’re so sweet and thoughtful. I’ll take you up on the offer.”

Not wanting to take multiple trips you grab as many bags as you can and take them up the stairs. You were your way through the house and place them on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you so much, it’s really helpful having a strong man” as she grabs on your biceps and gives them a squeeze.

“Oh my god, they’re so big and hard” as she blushes to the fact that she touched you. “I’m sorry that I grabbed you out of nowhere.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Hopefully Mr. Son doesn’t get jealous haha.”

“Oh stop kidding no one is going to get jealous. There is no Mr. Son who can get jealous.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Chaeyoung’s father hasn’t been in the picture for many years. It doesn’t bother me.”

Your feel bad for bringing up any possible negative memories so you offer to help, “if you ever need any help that’s too much for you I’m willing to stop by.”

“You’re so kind, I’ll appreciate the offer” as she’s picking away some of the groceries.

Just then you hear as the door slides wide up, “Oppa what are you doing here with my mom?”

“Be nice to your fiend, he was helping me with the groceries.”

“I’m sorry Oppa” says Chaeyoung apologetically.

“Anyways, I’ll leave you youngsters for a while, I’m going to head to the gym.” She looks at Chaeyoung and say “don’t cause any trouble for him, he’s really a sweet and helpful guy. Make sure you listen to him.”

“Yeah, Chaeyoung make sure you listen to this Oppa of yours” as you mock her.

“Don’t… it’s weird when you call yourself like that.” Chaeyoung’s mom laughs at both of your arguing and collects her bag and exits out through the front door.

You wait for the the clicking sound of the door being lock and you walk towards Chaeyoung and say “didn’t I tell you to call me when you were done? I was wondering where you were since you can’t be out by yourself.”

“I’m sorry it’s just…” Chaeyoung isn’t able to finish her sentence as she’s taken by surprise with the slap you give her on her ass.

You pick her up and carry her towards her room, open the door and throw her on the bed. She struggles to get away from you as she sees the devilish look in your eyes. “Come here, I’m going to teach you a little lesson.” “Wait… wait there..” as she’s cut off again.

You pull down her pants and underwear as well as pull down yours, revealing you semi hard cock. Your hands go to her shirt ripping it off, “you’re mine now” as you begin to play with her nipples. Chaeyoung moans to her nipples being played with and watch as her slit is getting wetter as time goes by.

Having your cock ready you pull her close to you and align yourself to her entrance. “Fuck… this little pussy is so cute, I can’t wait to split it wide open.” You press the head of your cock to her entrance and watch as her tiny cunt begins to welcome you.

“Hmm… Oppa you’re too big…” as she takes the length of your cock. You place yourself in the valedictorian sex position, trying to the reach her depths of her womb. The way her face looks seems like she’s an addict to your cock, heart shaped eyes. You begin to pound her tight little cunt, making sure that you scrape every inch of her womb. Chaeyoung’s moans begin to cover the whole room as she is enjoying every part of you.

Both of you enjoying each other, unaware of your surroundings. Little did you know that you two were not alone.

On the other side of the bathroom there was Chaeyoung’s best friend, Jeon Somi. She invited Chaeyoung to catch up since they have not seen each other for a couple of months. They both shared things that were going on with their life and how their career as idols were going. Somi was excited to share the news that she was finally going to debut as a solo artist under The Black Label. After leaving JYP she worked really hard to promote herself as an independent artist and it’s finally paid off through.

Chaeyoung was more than happy with Somi’s accomplishments. She knows how much she sacrificed and how much she worked to debut as a soloist. Every since Twice’s debut she kept in touch with Somi. Chaeyoung also had some news on her own to share with Somi.

Somi was aware that Chaeyoung was different from normal people, she did what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to do it even if it. Chaeyoung’s curiosity of the world is what made her special. Somi wanted to do like Chaeyoung, someone who was free and willing to explore.

So when Chaeyoung told her about how she had sex for the first time, she was surprised. She couldn’t believed it, her unnie that she has admired was growing up. “Want me to show you something, Somi?” as she pulls out her phone. She swipes through her phone and shows some explicit phones of her sucking cock, getting fucked from behind, cum on her face and of her leaking cum from her little cunt.

“Chaeyoung unnie, you shouldn’t be showing me this in public. What if someone sees?” says Somi in a worried voice. Somi looks around to make sure that no one can see but lucky they are in in the corner of the cafe. “Don’t worry no one can see anything, but did you like what you see?”

“I can’t believe you actually did it, when did you have time? With who? Where?” whispers Somi. Hearing Somi so interested makes her smile, she knows that she’s finally found someone she can talk to who’s not a group member. They go back and forth, talking about Chaeyoung’s experience and how it happened. It even got to the point where they both decided to go back to her place since they were both end up laughing too loudly in the cafe.

They talk along the way to Chaeyoung’s house, laughing amongst each other. When they get to her house they go both straight to her room. “So what do you think? I’m finally an adult now, through and through.”

“You never told me who he was, unnie.”

“You’ll find out, he’s gonna stop by later on today.” They didn’t have to wait too long when they hear a man’s voice as you help Chaeyoung’s mom with the groceries. “Go hide in the bathroom, I’ll show you something good” as she walks to the door with a smile.

Somi hides in the bathroom but keeps a small opening as she waits for Chaeyoung to come back. She waits and waits until finally the door slams wide open and sees how her unnie is thrown onto the bed. She watches as chaeyoung gets her clothes ripped off by the unknown person. She sees when her unnie finally gets penetrated, moans out loud, and gets thrusted. Chaeyoung’s small tits jiggle as she holds on tightly to the bedsheets, sees the back of the mystery man and how strong it looks.

Chaeyoung turns her head, facing towards the bathroom door. Somi can see how much her unnie likes to get fucked, it amazing her. Chaeyoung grabs the mystery’s man head and begins to kiss him, which makes Somi wet.

She can’t help to to stare at the man’s large and strong back and lower body. Suddenly she see the man position himself better and say “I’m going to cum”, making her remember the voice of the person.

“Wait… it can’t be… no…” says to herself. Somi seems to have an idea on who it is but doesn’t want to accept. She tries to get a better look, causing her to push the door open and says “is that you Oppa?”

You hear a familiar voice and try to turn your head but chae catches you off guard. She constricts her walls tighter, making you cum instantly.

After finishing pumping your load you finally turn to see Somi standing by the bathroom door, wet as her small shorts are damp.

“Why are you here Somi?” as you try to pull out of Chaeyoung, trying to cover yourself.

“I can’t believe it’s you who’s fucking Chaeyoung unnie. What about Jihyo unnie?”

“Wait… I can explain…” but you can see the tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Somi. Jihyo unnie give us permission to have sex with him.”

“What do you mean, us?”

“I mean us, as in the group has been having sex with Oppa.”

“I… I can’t believe it” as she’s tries to understand the situation, looking at both the naked bodies of people she thought she knew.

“To let you the truth… I’m Oppa’s cocksleeve” as she giggles.

“Cocksleeve? What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m for Oppa’s exclusive use. He can use me however he wants, whenever he wants and cum inside of me as much as he wants.”

“Is that true oppa?”

“Yes.”

“Is Jihyo unnie really okay with it?”

“Surprisingly yes, she actually encouraged so of the members” as you think back about the past.

“Haha if you only knew what happens back home you’d be surprised.”

“What do you mean, Chaeyoung?”

“Don’t…” you said but you can’t stop to what she’s about to say.

“Oppa even got Jihyo unnie pregnant.”

“Wait… what?”

“Yes… want to know what else?”

“What?”

“It’s not just Jihyo unnie but also Mina and Dahyun unnie. He got all of them pregnant with his huge cock” as she grabs onto you cock like a godlike prize.

Somi’s brain can’t process all this information at once and sits down on the bed. She’s spaces out , trying to understand how her Oppa who she met many years ago get her unnies pregnant.

Chaeyoung tríes to help out Somi and gets closer to her, but accidentally shows her cunt that is leaking cum.

Somi feels something gooey on her hand and turns her head, noticing something white. “Eww… what is this?”

“It’s Oppa’s babybatter” as she swipe a bit of it and shows it to Somi. Not knowing to what to do she asks “is that what but unnies pregnant?”

“Yes, it’s amazing. It feels so good when it he pumps it into you.” Chaeyoung looks at the frozen Somi and says “I see you’re wet down there, seems like your interested.”

“No, I’m not. It’s just hot” says Somi hesitantly.

“I know you want to… how about it, what to taste it?” as she places her finger right next to Somi’s mouth.

“Don’t mess with her Chaeyoung. You don’t have to do it Somi. I’m sorry that you had to see us like this.”

Somi looks and Chaeyoung’s face and wants to be like her unnie. She’s hesitant but she doesn’t want to get left behind, Chaeyoung’s her best friend. “Chaeyoung wouldn’t do something if she knew I couldn’t handle it, right?” thinking to herself.

With that she does away with her hesitation as she takes her first step buy licking the cum of Chaeyoung’s finger.

“Fuck… not again” you say internally as you see Somi lick your cum off Chaeyoung’s finger.

“How was it? Was it good?”

“It was a bit salty but if you like it unnie then I like it, too” says Somi, not wanting to disappoint her. Chaeyoung smiles and hugs Somi, “I knew you’d like. See Oppa I have a new playmate!”

You can’t believe she turned her best friend into her plaything, but do find it kind of hot in the idea.

“So Somi… how about you try it straight from the source?”

“You mean…”

“Yes, have Oppa give it to you. I know find Oppa hot, so this is your chance” while giving you a wink.

“I don’t know… I’m scared. It’s my first time… maybe another time” says Somi while playing with her hair.

Chaeyoung not wanting to lose her new toy she says, “how about you watch us do it. Maybe that might chance your mind.”

“Chaeyoung—ah don’t force her to do things she doesn’t want. Not everyone is as thirsty as you. Please don’t misunderstand Somi, Chaeyoung here is a bit too much and can be a handle full.”

“I… I don’t mind watching you to. It’s true what unnie said, I do think you’re kind of hot” as she blushes.

“See, what did I tell you. Our Somi isn’t that innocent as you might think. So how about it Oppa? Want to give Somi a show?”

Not going to lie you do find it kind of hot having someone watch you as you fuck your cocksleeve. “Okay, if Somi’s okay with it then I’m up for it.”

“I really want to see” as Somi holds on to your arm while hiding her face with her other hand.

You need no more as you turn to Chaeyoung and begin to fuck her.

Somi can’t believe that she’s watching bother her best friend and her Oppa fucking right in front of her. At the beginning she didn’t know what to do, sitting on the couch as her Oppa thrusted inside of Chaeyoung. After some time of hearing the moaning and the sound of flesh hitting each other she began to feel a hot and tingling sensation down in her nether regions.

She began to take her sweater and rub her fingers against her the fabric that was covering her pussy. The wetness coming from her pussy was going through the fabric and she decided to take off her leggings.

Somi was now in a bra and underwear as she continued to touch herself. She would type to keep in sync to the rhythm you and Chaeyoung would fuck. After some time she could feel a tingling sensation as both of you were reaching your peak.

“I’m cumming… please cum inside of me” begged Chaeyoung. Somi was as you pulled out your cock and slammed it deep inside of her, cumming instantly. She too, came as drenched her underwear with her nectar.

After some time you pulled out and turned towards Somi, seeing how she was still shaking from her orgasm. You could see that she enjoyed the show. “I think our little Somi wants to go next” says Chaeyoung.

You walk towards Somi and grab her hand, she accepts and you walk her to the bed. Somi let’s herself get pulled down by Chaeyoung and shyness rolls her fists on her chest, awaiting to be played with.

“Are you going to want to go all the way?” asks chaeyoung?”

Somi nods her head from side to side, “no, I… I don’t think I’m mentally ready yet. I want him to touch me here” as she points to her damp underwear.

“Ohh… Somi wants oppa to touch her private parts” giggles Chaeyoung. “Is that true? you ask and immediately get a nod.

You stand up and are right in front of her as she laying down on the bed. You grab the side of her underwear and begin to pull them down, slowly. You watch as Somi immediately turns to the side, trying to hide her face, not able to see you as you pull down her underwear.

The sight of her pale white skin and her blondish public hair when it’s not longer covered. “Omg… its so cute” as Chaeyoung caress Somi’s bush. “I’ve never seen something like this before, its cute.”

“No, dont look at it. I haven’t shaved” she whines.

“It’s okay, I find it really sexy. I enjoy my woman all natural”, trying to make her feel comfortable. Hearing that seems to make her more relaxed. You lower your face and slowly place a kiss on her lower lips, making her squeal and shiver up.

Immediately you get up and walk towards the couch and take a sit. “Come over here and sit” as you point at the small empty space in front of you. Somi stands up and begins to walk but don’t before you tell her to take of her bra. “Take of your bra, I want to see all of you.” She stands in front of you and begins to undo her bra, dropping it on the floor and continues to walk towards you. Finally in front of you she turns around and sits in-between your legs. “Relax and try to enjoy, okay?” She nods her head.

“Wait… let me get your phone. I want to make sure it lasts.”

“Unnie, you’re going to film it?”

“Yes, of course. It’s your first time with a guy. You need to make sure you remember this moment.”

“Okay, unnie. I trust you.”

No other ways are need as you spread her legs open, placing them on the outside of your thighs. You graze your hand on her lower area, causing her to get goosebumps. You lick to of your fingers on your right hand and begin to trace her lips and place your left hand on her plumpy breast. She moans as you touch her and she places her head on your chest, surrendering herself to you.

This the signed that you needed to continue as you use your two fingers to spread her lips open as you enter her. The feeling of her walls are out of this world, she’s extremely tight. You can barely fit two fingers inside of her and resort to using just one.

Working your way inside you are met with lots of resistance, knowing that your the first person to ever be inside of her. This makes you even more excited and causes your cock to harder up and her the back of her ass. “Oppa i can feel something hard on my butt.”

“Don’t worry, its just my cock. It’s hard right now.

“Okay.”

You continue and feel a small barrier that is preventing you from going any further. “So it’s true, this is your first time.”

“Yes… I’ve never been touched before.”

“Aww… out little Somi is a virgin” she says proudly.

“No… don’t say that. It’s embarrassing.”

“Want oppa to pop your cherry with is finger now or with is cock later on?”

She hesitates to respond but eventually says, “later.”

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I… I said I want oppa’s cock to pop my cherry, later!”

“That’s my girl.”

Knowing the answer you pull away from her hymen and going thrust your finger enough to leave it intact. You turn your attention to her clit and start to play with it. Taking turns playing with her wall, clit and tits is making her hot and sweaty. You spend a good amount of time pleasuring those areas until she begins to jerk around, signaling that she’s about to have an orgasm. “Oppa… I feel weird. I thinking I’m about to cum.” This is the moment you were waiting for and whisper in her ear, “cum, let your unnie see you cum.”

Somi squirts a large stream of liquid towards the area that Chaeyoung is at. She shakes violently as she’s riding her orgasm that you need to hold her tightly. Holding her for a couple of minutes you see that she’s breathing heavily and is digging her nails on your thighs.

After a couple of minutes her shaking stops and her body becomes loose. Having on energy at all you pick her up and carry her towards the bed and lay her flat. Chaeyoung asks her, “did you enjoy it?”

“Yea… yeah… I…I did. I liked it a lot.”

“Well… that was just a little taste. Imagine what it feels like when his shoves his large cock inside of you.”

“You really did a good, Somi.”

“That’s true. You really did a good job but now you need to make oppa cum.” Somi looks around confused, not knowing what to do. “Grab his cock” whispers Chaeyoung.

Somi grabs your cock with her cold, soft hands. She listens to Chaeyoung’s instructions as she tells her what to do. Somi slowly begins to jerk your cock up and down, pulling on your harden rod. Her moves are those of an inexperienced person because it has no rhythm but is still good for a person’s first time.

You then decide to lead her and tell her how to give you a proper hand job. She pumps your cock slowly but is increasing her pace gradually over time. With your advice she’s gaining more confidence and seems more interested in seeing you finish. Once you feel that your balls are able to explode you warn her, “I’m going to cum soon, lay down.”

She does as she’s told and lays flat on the bed. You grab your cock and give it a couple more jerks, making your shoot out a load of cum. You stain her cunt,stomach, bellybutton,and chest, letting her own that her body is now marked by you and only you.

“Get down on your knees, I’m going to cum on your face.” Chaeyoung pulls her down to the floor and gets on her knees with Somi. Chaeyoung wanting to take part opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. Somi turns her head towards Chaeyoung and sees what she is doing and copies her.

Now you have two beauty women on their knees, waiting you to stain their face with your cum. Not wanting to make them wait any longer you shoot your cum on their face as you hold your phone, recording this wonderful moment. Your baby batter paints their hair, eyes, nose, and the inside of their mouth, leaving no spot cleaned for the both of them.

After getting their their face painted you stand and wait for them to react. Chaeyoung swipes her finger across her face and tries to collect as much cum and licks her finger clean. Somi on the other hand is frozen, not knowing what to do in this type of situation. Chaeyoung being the helpful unnie that she is grabs Somi’s faces and begin to lick it clean. She collects as much cum as she can with her tongue and gives Somi an sloppy kiss.

Somi is surprised by Chaeyoung’s sudden move but accepts it and continues. You watch both girls are kissing each other passionately as they share your cum inside their mouths.

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This really would be the perfect night

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Somi brings umji out for drinks and as the night goes on, more drinks are taken, Umji becomes more flirty as she tried to get on with any guy she meets, Somi found it amusing and just went along for the ride. Not to mention she might have given umji the strongest shot at each bar they went.

I love this kind of asks, the only problem I have with them is that I don't know if are just thoughts or requests for a fic. I'll go with the thoughts for the way it's written🙈

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We all know Somi is a social butterfly, she knows a lot of people and has great friends, one of them is Umji, the ex maknae of Gfriend. Since she's in Viviz her true self really came out, she had more freedom in her decisions and Somi was the perfect person to help her get crazy.

It had to be a simple drinking night between two pretty bestfriends, but Umji really was feeling herself after a couple of shots and drinks, furthermore she always tends to get really horny when drunk. Her outfit, a simple crop top and a short skirt, catched the eye of various clients of the local.

She was loving the attention, both of the male and the female audience, flirting with them through her eyes and her poses. She was acting so naughty and that made Somi happy. It was refreshing seeing her old time friends showing this new side of her, so while she was busy making out with a stranger, she ordered for her the strongest shot of the house.

From there things quickly started to get really hot: Umji found herself surrounded by cocks, ready to be sucked, going ahead even if she was covered of cum in few minutes. Somi instead, when she was not busy making out and putting her hands inside the underwear of everyone, started filming her to have a memory of that crazy night.

At the end of night Somi brought her friend at home, still drunk and horny. They went in the shower together, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the hot water, but Somi didn't lose a second to kiss Umji while using her hands to explore her body. She loved hearing Umji moans while playing with her tits and squeezing her ass.

Not satisfied tho, she took showerhead and directed the water flux towards Umji pussy, making her squirt and collapse on the floor. Now she was in the perfect position: Somi put her pussy in front of her face, grabbed the hair of her friend and obliged Umji to lick her pussy until she cum.

The aftermath was a lot of cuddles in bed, while wearing cozy pajamas and saying sweet and drunks words until the fell asleep together.

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Waves - Jeon Somi

18+ Jeon Somi x Male Reader smut

A gift for @writerpeach

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Word Count: 4,846

The end of the beach is in sight once again, where the golden sand meets the many brown and green shades of the rocky outcrop. Before the beach meets its watery end, your bags and workout mats lie in wait, exactly where you left them. It’s the most secluded part of the beach, surrounded on three sides by water and cliffs. Not that it mattered because it was empty this early in the morning. Out beyond your little self-claimed paradise are several distant islands, ones you’re not even sure they’re inhabited. Step by step, you get closer.

“Not far now. Final straight. Keep your pace, Somi!” You match her stride for stride along the coast. Your sneakers pound into the wet sand as the waves crash onto the beach below you with a natural rhythm. Each step is made a little bit more difficult by the moist sand clinging to your foot and pulling you in. As much as you do hers, Somi splashes your calves in ocean water each time she steps onto the surf.

There’s a feeling of freedom achieved by running on the beach compared to anywhere else, particularly compared to the treadmill in the city gym where you would typically meet Somi. With the morning sun creeping over the watery horizon in the distance, the air was cool but warming rapidly. God’s fiery wheel in the sky lacquers the ocean in a stunning orange hue. The salty sea breeze fills your lungs with each deep breath drawing much-needed oxygen into your body. Leaving the city limits never felt so good.

The escapist inside you cherishes the time spent away from the confinement of conventional life and habitual existence. Everyone needs an escape every now and then. Maybe that’s the reason you agreed to spend a week on vacation with one of your clients. Although to call Somi just one of your clients is an understatement.

A little more confusing is why someone such as Somi, when she finally gets a week of vacation, would not just leave her rigorous schedule behind altogether. Say ‘screw you’ to the early mornings, the diet plans and the workouts. So inviting you, her personal trainer, was quite the shock. However, to call you just her personal trainer is an understatement.

There was a straightforward reason the two of you decided that a week apart would be far too long: the mind-blowing sex.

Absent in your thoughts, you had fallen a few paces behind Somi as the make-shift finish line approached rapidly. Suddenly, the air had become much hotter. With each step, Somi’s tight body flexes and contorts, her hips swinging from side to side. The skin-tight black athletic shorts hug her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination, both cheeks of her ass caressed by the soft fabric. The small of her back is exposed to your eyes by her cropped tank top. A thin film of sweat covers the exposed section of her back. The light white jacket does its best to cling to her shoulders under the effects of her movement and the light breeze in the air, making the garment flutter behind her. Somi finally hits your make-shift finish line, your bags, with a final stomp to stop herself. 

“You’re slowing down, old man,” she remarks and then snickers to herself. 

“Old man? We’re basically the same age. I just had to let you win for once. It’s tiring always beating you.” Each sentence is broken up by your tired, heavy breaths.

“You’re my trainer. There’s no competition.” Somi scowls playfully.

“What was that last night, then? I think you said, ‘I bet you can’t make me finish more than 5 times.’ I think that’s making it competitive.”

“I suppose I did say that….”

“And you lost. It was six times if I recall, or seven?” Your comments draw a sultry smirk from her lips, but she pretends to ignore you.

“Throw me a drink, will you?” Somi requests, avoiding your question, as she collects her sun-kissed golden hair behind her head before tying it into a messy ponytail. 

You observe for a moment before you tear your eyes away from her and look down at her bag. You kneel beside it and fish out a new bottle of Pocari Sweat. Only after removing the bottle from her bag do you notice the other bottle below. You mumble under your breath, too quiet for Somi to hear, “who the fuck brings lube to the beach?”

You twist and reach out behind you to hand the drink to the visibly tired young woman, which she gratefully accepts. 

“That was good, Somi. Consistency is really improving. So, I’ll see you again in the afternoon and after that for our night session?” You ask while knelt down facing away from Somi. You brush the loose sand off your mat and roll it up.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Hey, is there any fruit left?”

“Ugh, you know there’s only one left. Is this your way of asking for it?” You dig into the paper bag inside your duffel and pull out the last piece of fruit from the collection you bought at the market—a succulent peach. Glancing back at her, Somi is pulling fake puppy dog eyes to tempt you into giving it up. To avoid the inevitable back and forth, you toss it to her. “Here, catch!”

“Nice one. You know peaches are my favourite.” You hear behind you as you turn back to the bag, rearranging items to make space for the mat you just rolled up. From the corner of your eye, you notice the drink bottle you just handed to Somi, standing upright, buried into the sand as if dropped. You trace your eyes along the beach towards the ocean, spotting more discarded items. Her shoes with socks tucked inside. Next, a white jacket with a half-eaten peach on top. A black tank top. Finally, black skin-tight shorts. Everything that Somi was wearing.

Mentally following the breadcrumb trail of clothes leads you towards one of the best views of your life. Knee-deep in seawater and as naked as the day she was born. The wind pulls her messy ponytail to the side. The small waves crash against her bare legs and leave her chiselled thighs covered in droplets that glisten under the sunlight. She raises her hands in the air, fully outstretched above her head, with her fingers spread, embracing the juxtaposing hot sunrise and cool breeze. 

God damn it, Somi, this is a public beach. Admittedly, it is empty, but a public beach nonetheless.

“The hell are you doing?!” you call out.

Somi turns her head to the side to look over her shoulder at you before turning slowly, purposefully, giving you a show as she does. Now side on with you; you have the perfect opportunity to appreciate her proportions. The ass you admired just moments ago, now bare, protrudes from above her delicious thighs. On the opposite side, her perky tits do the same, bouncing slightly as she moves her body. All of this is framed by the rising sun behind her, the perfect model and background. It was your personal show.

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” Somi calls back.

“I said, what the hell are you doing?!” This time at the top of your voice, so she definitely hears it.

“I can’t hear you! You’re going to have to come here and say it!”

Here she goes again, playing games at the most inappropriate times. Like most of her games, they involved a lack of clothes and inhibitions. Sometimes it’s a mystery where she even gets the energy from. Just moments ago, the workout had appeared to have run her into the ground. Yet somehow, two minutes, some mouthfuls of Pocari Sweat and half a peach later, she’s fully refuelled. She pushes the boundaries, teases and baits, taps into boundless energy, and takes risks. You love it.

You take a final look around the beach, which is entirely empty. You look away from the shore to the car park and the only path down to the beach, devoid of life. Content with somehow achieving a modicum of privacy on a public beach, it was time to play her games. You‌ start to walk alongside the trail of discarded clothes until you reach her shirt and pick up the peach resting on top of it, and then take a bite for yourself before dropping it back down. You continue, now creating your own trail of clothes alongside hers. Your shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and then finally your underwear. Each item is removed without ever looking away from the patiently waiting Somi, whose smile seems to widen with each step you take.

Into the seawater, its cold embrace on your ankles soothes them of their strain from an active morning. You continue until your calves are submerged, and you stand right by Somi, but you don’t stop; you continue wading into the sapphire blue water until you’re waist deep.

“Where are you going?” Somi calls out.

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” you mock her earlier words.

“Hilarious, but these aren’t the games I want to play.”

“Oh, I know exactly the games you want to play,” you say while turning back to face her. She has now followed you and stands beside you, waist deep in seawater. You continue, “someone who brings lube to the beach has one thing on her mind.”

“Was that a little too much?”

“Not at all. Actually, I’m thinking about bringing forward the afternoon session.”

“So what, you want to go back to our hotel and put me through my paces?” Somi teases with a wry smile.

“Oh no, no, no, I’m bringing it forward to right now.” Her lip quivers in reaction to your words as if battling between nerves and excitement. Her eyes dart side to side, and then she turns, looking left and right on the beach and up to the clifftops. You already know she will find, just like you did a minute ago, that there’s no one else around. When she turns back to face you, you catch her face in your hand, with her sharp jawline resting in your palm, as it always does. “Is that okay with you?”

Finally, her soft, pink lips give way to the excitement inside her, presenting an eager grin. “Let’s do it.”

“Good. First, we’re going to work on these.” A minor adjustment is all it takes to place your thumb on her bottom lip. You pull down, parsing her lips still moist from the juice of the peach she just ate. Under your control, Somi’s lower jaw slowly opens with your touch until she stands with her mouth open wide. “Perfect. Like the slut that you are, you open for me immediately.”

“Only for you,” she adds before placing her hands on your shoulders. She holds onto you, leaning against you slightly as she buckles her knees and her slender body descends into the glimmering seawater. The dark blue liquid swallows her hips first before taking in all of her thin stomach. The water rolls up her defined abs slowly, caressing the sculpted muscle she worked so hard to form with your training. Somi lets go of your shoulders, and all that is left to submerge are the two perfect handfuls on her chest. Seeing them go as her stiff pink nipple broke the water’s surface was almost sad, but you knew it was for the best.

The natural movement of the water moves the surface level up and down her neck, but significantly, her face is never submerged. That’s all she needs right now. You had done your best to keep yourself contained, but now you allow the blood rapidly flowing down to your cock to force it to break through the water and into the morning air while your balls hang underwater. Somi bravely brings her head close to the emerging sea serpent, ready to tackle its aggressive posturing.

Still wet from the seawater, her first lick of your stiff cock causes her to pull a look of disgust and spit out into the water beside her. “It’s only salt water, Somi. You should be used to the taste.” Her eyes dart up to you before she rolls them back as if to say, ‘come on, is that the best joke you’ve got?’. Maybe she would have said it out loud, but she was hungry, hungry for you.

Her hands swim through the water, finding your thighs and locking her grip on you. As she always did, she used that hold to pull herself towards your cock. This time Somi doesn’t just taste; she devours. She purses her lips and cracks them open just a little, enough for your cock to force its way between and into her oral cavity. The tip of your cock hits her warm tongue, and she gags in response to the salty taste, but it doesn’t stop her. Further forward she goes, sliding your length further down her tongue, not stopping until you’re buried fully between her rosy cheeks. 

With her limit reached, for now, she sucks with all her strength. Toying with you, she doesn’t move or use her tongue to stimulate you. Instead, she sucks hard as if trying to draw your cum out by sheer force. The intensity and desire in her actions made it feel amazing, but you want more, and you rock your hips slightly, searching for friction. She smiles at your action, her lips upturning beside your cock. 

Now she gives you rhythm, matching the natural bobbing of the waves; she always keeps her jaw above the surface. Each time the water sinks, Somi pushes forward, taking your cock in her mouth until it touches her throat. Each wave passes, and she moves up again until only your tip is secured between her plump lips. This continues for a while. It was beautiful, almost peaceful, the way she moves in sync with the ocean, but for a slut like Somi who needs her mouth filling, it isn’t enough.

Luckily for you, she had tied her golden locks in a messy ponytail behind her head. The bottom half of it floats on the surface of the water. You slide your fingers underneath the dry half, rotate your wrist and wrap her ponytail around your hand before clenching it in your fist. In direct response, Somi’s grip tightens on your thighs, bracing herself. Like Poseidon, you wrest control from the waves, although there’s only one prong on the spear you wield. 

When Somi rises with the next wave to the tip of your cock, you push down; you don’t want to wait anymore. Her jaw crashes the water as she sinks again onto your stiff cock. Accepting your direction, her pace has become brisk, with your cock hitting the back of her mouth more regularly. Each time your most sensitive point is constrained by her narrowing orifice, another jolt of pleasure pulses through your body.

You pull up and push down on her ponytail more aggressively, using her at your will to get off. Her lips cling to you with desperation. Each time you push her down, you rock forward, hips first, digging further into her mouth and invading her throat. Somi’s pretty, well-defined features have become a canvas for several clear liquids. Tears roll from the corners of her eyes, seaspray lightly mists her skin, and the moisture enhances her complexion. Her rigorous effort to pleasure you causes sweat to form on her brow. The most viscous of all the liquids is the concoction of saliva and pre-cum that leaks between your cock and her lips. 

Time for the coup de grâce, the final artistic stroke, your load into her slutty mouth. Your anticipation reaches its peak. Desire finally comes bubbling to the surface, and with just a few more pumps into her needy mouth, you can fill it.

Sudden bliss. Her cheeks puff, her mouth full. The only response is a muffled “Mmmm”, unable to force any other sounds past the obstruction in her throat. Somi takes your entire load. Each bit she dutifully swallows is promptly replaced by another squirt of hot cum. 

“So you spit out a tiny bit of salt water, but you swallow all of that? You really are a cumslut,” you tease, causing Somi to break her hold on your cock and splutter the remnants of your cum into the sea. 

“Stop with the jokes and fuck me already.” Somi emerges from the water as she speaks. The water runs off her body, leaving behind her dripping wet skin glistening in the sun. As her arms wrap around you, the cool water is soothing on your upper body, which had been victim to the scorching sun for too long. She holds onto your back with just a little bit of nail into your skin. One by one, she draws her slim legs from the water, and just like her arms, she wraps them around you. “Fuck me like the slut I am.”

As much as you want to hold her right here and nestle yourself into her tight cunt, if you are going to use her as you desire, you need solid ground to lay her on. With your hands gripping her tight ass, you wade out of the water towards the beach.

“I’m thrilled you brought lube because I’m going to….” You slide your hand along her tight ass cheeks and poke a finger against her asshole. “... use all of you.”

Somi buries her face into your neck, kissing it several times before moving her lips next to your ear. “Please do. Use all of me. I need it,” she whispers into your ear.

Finally, you’re back on dry land, your chilled legs willingly accepting the heat again and unwittingly picking up sand from the beach. You drop to your knees by Somi’s still unrolled workout mat and lower her back onto it. Your knees sink into the sand, providing a surprisingly solid grip for what is about to happen. 

“Ugh, the sand is on my back. It’s so rough.” Ironic. Things were only going to get rougher from here on out.

“I know how to make you feel better. Don’t worry.” 

“Are you just going to say it or—” Her words are replaced with a sharp whine as you slide into her cunt. You take a moment to prod and push into her, giving her a little time to adjust, not that it ever took long. She was seemingly always ready to take you into her. It takes little effort to bury your whole length inside her. Somi performs her signature giggle followed by three sharp breaths, which happens every time you penetrate her. 

You lean back and admire the petite girl below you, her arms spread out above her head, her body flat against the floor like a starfish you had just scooped from the sea. Her eyes are open, but the pupils quickly roll back as you start to rock back and forth inside her. As you shorten the time between each thrust, Somi reacts again, letting out a series of whimpers followed by some of her favourite words, “Yes, yes, go on. Fuck me. Use me like a whore.” 

Use her; you will. The first step is to take control of more of her body. You take a hand to each of her legs, remove them from your waist, and then bring them up to your shoulders. Closing her thighs together, as close as you could with her natural thigh gap, causes the walls of her cunt to close on the sides of your cock. With a calf on each of your shoulders, you run your hands down her fit legs until you reach her thighs. You grip with a little force causing Somi to yelp.

“That’s it, now fuck me harder,” she begs. Now holding her for leverage, you move your hips more aggressively, with your crotch striking against her ass with each thrust. Each and every time you slam into her with purpose, her body jolts, causing her head to stretch back, tits to bounce and abs to tense. 

“Tell me what you are,” you command.

“I’m a little slut.” Her words incentivise you to go faster, causing her thighs to jiggle under your grip. Her whimpering moans become full vocal tones. “I’m a dirty cumslut who loves to be used!” 

You take a deep breath and use every fibre of energy in your body to pulse your hips as fast as possible. Somi’s moans put her vocal cords to work, producing high-pitched screams. Her hands uncontrollably slam down into the sand by her side, sending waves of grains flying away from you like the waves of pleasure overcoming her body. Her head buries into the floor as her back arches, and she cums on your cock.

With your work finished, for now, you regulate your movements, giving her a very short amount of time to ride out her high while you stretch over to her bag and retrieve the bottle you spied earlier. You pull out and quickly slather your cock in copious amounts of lube before Somi has even had the chance to open her eyes again and realise what is coming next.

You take each of her calves in your hands and hold them up in front of you, spread to either side. Her ass is lifted up from the mat. You adjust your hips, lining up your throbbing cock head with her exposed ass hole and pushing your knees under her lower back for her to rest on. You lower her down onto your body. 

“Now you’re my anal slut too; let’s not forget that.” Instinctively, Somi reaches out for her own ass, spreading it with one hand and guiding in your length with the other. 

Somi has done this often enough to be used to taking you into her ass, so she relaxes and allows you to slide in as you always do. Her moans begin again, but this time more guttural and deeper in tone. A tinge of discomfort can be heard, but she soon adjusts.

“Fuck, I’m so full!” Somi calls out at the top of her voice onto the empty beach. When stimulated like this, she probably wouldn’t care if the beach was packed.

As always, her ass is tighter around your cock than her cunt. Some would call it taboo, but you would call it amazing. It takes a little more effort to bury yourself deep into her, but it’s much more worth it. Her ass constricts around the head of your cock with a strangling tightness.

“Go as hard as you want. Use my ass. Go on,” Somi pleads. Her hands find their way to the back of her knees and pull them down towards her chest, opening herself up fully for you to use. 

Now free to hold her how you like for leverage, you bury yourself into her ass rapidly, bucking your hips against it. Each thrust becomes more effortless than the last until you’re fucking her ass just like you fucked her pussy. Between her primal moans, Somi manages to release just enough words to beg you for more. “My clit! Rub it! Make me cum again!” 

You bury two fingers into her tight folds, unearthing her swollen clit and capturing it between them. Side to side, you rub instantly at a rapid pace, causing Somi to release a long scream in response to increased stimulation. 

“That’s it! Yes!”

“Cum for me again, you slut. Now!” 

You give it everything again, bucking up into her ass and vigorously rubbing her clit. As if on command, she cums again. She pants between her screams as cum leaks between her legs, running down onto your hard cock buried inside her ass. A red afterglow of smouldering pleasure touches everything from her chest upwards. Somi releases her hands from behind her knees, allowing her legs to flop to your sides. Her chest heaves in sync with yours, drawing deep breaths of fresh air to recover from all the out-poured energy.

And yet, you still had a building need, a need to cover this slut in your cum. It was the least she deserved. You take a moment to look down at the used woman below you. The lights were on, but right now, there was no one home. Her mind has transcended and had yet to return to this plane. However, she should know by now that you aren’t done using her tight body until you’ve painted her. You scoop up her body. She reaches out with each of her appendages, searching for something to grab in her disorientated state. Her eyes flutter open finally, and you ask her a simple question she should know the answer to: “Where do you want my cum?”

As always, Somi answers it how you expect, “anywhere. I’m just your cum slut. Use me.” Perfect.

You turn her over, placing her onto her hands and knees. She is too weak to hold all of her own body up and elects to focus on her legs, propping her ass into the air for you. Her arms collapse below her, and her face rests against the mat. Her arms are spread against‌ the ground, her shoulders matching. From head to toe, her body is a mess. Wet with both seawater and sweat and then covered in rough sand. The sand had even stuck into her messy ponytail and on her neck. However, no matter how they were decorated, the curves of her body were as enticing as ever and yours to enjoy. The groove of her back rises as it gets closer to her ass, pointing directly at your prized possession, on show for you—her asshole, still gaping slightly from the last use.

With another helping of lube, you prepared for re-entry—the cold liquid even created a sensation against your used cock. With a hand on each of her ass cheeks, a perfect handful for each, you spread them apart and approach her. A minor adjustment and a little force allow you to slip right back into your favourite place. Your stiff cock again splitting her ass cheeks is a sight to behold. 

You use her at will as several muffled words escape her mouth. None of them are particularly audible aside from the occasional yells of the words “Fuck!” and “Yes!”. 

You press a single hand into the small of her back, bending it further and forcing her ass higher into the air, making it easier than ever to penetrate. You posture over her and plough down into her ass like a piston slamming down inside an engine. Each moan from her mouth blew sand out into a cloud away from her face.

With her face turned to one side, on the other side of her head is her ponytail, filled with clumps of wet sand. You grab it again and use it for further leverage as you use the fuck doll below you for your pleasure. She finally lets out a few comprehensible words, “Cum for me, please cum for me. Cover me.”

Your ravenous use of her body led you rapidly towards your high, and there was no holding back. Just a few more hard pumps into her tight ass, and finally, you were ready. There’s a rising tide within you; any moment now, you’re prone to exploding, turning Somi’s golden back into a floodplain. It is time to paint this slut in your cum and mark her as yours. 

You straighten your upper body and look down at the slut who has collapsed completely flat below you and pull your cock out. Somi looks over her shoulder to admire her favourite moment of any session with you when you paint her in your seed. You fire spurt after spurt, somehow more than you released into her mouth earlier. Every last drop of cum from your balls is milked into long thick ropes of cum that lather her back and ass. Just like she asked, you covered her, adding again to the used mess that she is.

You fall backwards into a sitting position in the sand and lean your head back, looking at the blue sky, feeling like you are flying amongst the few clouds that float up there. The hard work has built your core temperature up, so you take time to embrace the morning breeze again. 

“Oh my god,” Somi says through bated breath, causing you to look back down at her again. “I think that’s enough for me today. You really tired me out.” 

“I’d be a lousy trainer if I let you just take a break. This afternoon we’re working on your core strength. You’re going to ride me until you cover me in cum.” Somi looks up at you with a smirk. “So get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

A/N: Thank you for reading. All likes, blogs and comments are greatly appreciated. See you next time.

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[rosewould]

siren

genre for entire series; dating show au, angst, smut, fluff, a touch of humor

genre; a touch of humor

warnings; mc will mention having had plastic surgery, future smut, insecurity, may be triggering for anyone who was ugly in high school or experienced being the "ugly one" in their friend group (I'm writing this to heal my own trauma, and bc I love single's inferno)

preface; this is going to be a very relaxed series with short parts and minimal to no editing. please don't pressure me about new parts for older fics (especially ones I didn't really intend to have a part two anyway) i've just decided that I'll get to them when I do.

siren masterlist

Going last is the best case scenario here. It gives you more time to think.

“Hiii! My name is Ning Yizhuo!” The woman with large round eyes waves both hands excitedly at the camera. You can’t tell if it’s the bright, large screen singing your eyes or her bright aura. She’s a cute type, and you’re pretty sure you’re already fucked. 

“I’m twenty-one years old and I’m a college student! I’m in college, hoping to get my BArch degree soon!” She laughs in an attempt to undercut the genuine fatigue that slipped through. Cute and smart? Shit.

The woman who walks in front of the camera next is the utter opposite of Yizhuo in every way possible. From her blonde hair, her tan skin, to her sultry gaze. 

“I’m Jeon Somi. I uh… I’m twenty-two. And um! I’m a model. I mostly shoot music videos, hip hop is my main genre so some people call me a video vixen.” This time the laugh isn’t to undercut anything, it’s to drive home her tone insinuating how silly that label is. 

“But I do photoshoots sometimes. Mostly editorial and experimental shit. Not your average insta model.” She smirks, cementing her confidence. Confident and Sexy. Not for everyone, it’ll be fine.

“Hi, I’m Roseanne Park.” The Australian accent makes your ear perk up. “I graduated from a performing arts college with a bachelors in music. So now I mainly write and produce for other artists but hopefully I’ll release my own music some day.” She smiles slightly, pursing her lips. “Oh! And I’m twenty-six.” 

She’s eloquent but not too flashy with how she speaks. She screams normal but not in a bad way. In a “girl next door” type of way. Fuck.

What did you expect? That they’d cast mediocre women? In a reality show meant for dating? When has that ever happened?

You exhale sharply, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. Just get through one more and then do your own. Don’t overthink it. You hear the sound of heels clacking but give yourself another moment to collect yourself as you close your eyes.

Once you open them, you’re faced with that of an angel. Except not an angel, not a doll either because she’s natural. She’s believable. And dammit she’s effortless. Her features fit together perfectly, nothing hogging the spotlight. She turns to the side briefly and you catch a glimpse of her nose. As if she needed anything else, she has a perfect nose too. She’s elegant with a hint of innocence. She’s cute but with a tempting edge. There’s something about her eyes that tell a deeper story that any man lost in them can craft to their liking, pull them in deeper.

“Hi. I’m Jung Chaeyeon. I’m twenty-six and I’m a freelance model and actress.” She gives a captivating smile and walks off camera. Fuck.

Shit.

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[fanfiction4sooya]

I simply can't stop thinking about you wanting your best friend Somi so bad that every night you call her and secretly masturbates to the sound of her voice, imagining she was there to observe you and to fuck you dumb. And night after night she asks you why is your voice so strained and out of breath and you brushes it off as something completely unrelated to that shameful, nasty thing you are doing.

Until one day she decides to surprise you on your apartment when you are about to call her, laying in your bed with your legs spread open and your fingers knuckles deep inside you, praying she picks up, but when she does is just to tell you to keep going because she was enjoying the view 🫠🫠🫠

So of course you put on a show for her, viciously touching yourself to the point of tears until she finally takes pity on your disheveled state and fucks you repeatedly, making sure to talk dirty to you every step of the way because now she knows the effect her voice has on you 🤤🤤🤤

#gxg smut #lua imagines #somi smut #jeon somi #jeon somi smut #soloist somi! #somi x you #somi x reader

[ourdadai]

✿ somi ꒰ solista ꒱ lockscreens !

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[toshareelsewhere]

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[notacelestialbeing]

i need you guys to choose which fic you want me to post first because i genuinely feel so indecisive rn. thank you for your help!

much appreciated my loves!

#kpop smut #kpop x reader #shuhua #tiffany #karina #jihyo #jeon somi #huh yunjin

[twice-inamillion]

Tokyo Dome Surprise

Smut (blowjob, deep throat, penetration, creampie, breastfeeding, lactation)

chapter 178

You stare at the white ceiling and feel a hot sensation in your groin. Suddenly, your train of thought is broken, and you slowly look down to see what's happening. 

Your sight is of a long ponytail as it moves up and down, trying to work with what's in your pants. You slowly grab and twist her ponytail, adjusting your grip to the back of her head. As you push her head down, you get a better feeling of the back of her throat. 

The sloppy sound of her tongue twisting and churning against your length is music to your ears. "Fuck… just like that. Move, get every inch, don't miss a spot." It isn't until you hear the sound of gagging building up that you lessen the grip of your hand. 

You watch as you see the face of the person who is servicing you just before getting ready for sound check.

"Am I doing a good job, daddy?"

"Yes, of course. You are doing a wonderful job, I can't believe I'm enjoying my baby giving me a blowjob just before going on stage," as you caress Tzuyu's left cheek. Tzuyu places her head against your hand as she enjoys hearing your compliment. 

"I know that daddy is doing his best to make this day go smoothly, so I thought of doing something daddy would enjoy." 

"You really know that I like it, huh." 

"Of course! I've seen how happy you get when mommy does it for you, I want to do the same too!"

"You really want to catch up to mommy, huh."

"Yes, I'm going to do my best!" She looks at your cock and gives it a grab, "I think daddy is really" giving you a semi-innocent but provocative look.

"You're right. Daddy is ready."

Tzuyu slowly pulls down your hood with her hands and gives it the tip of your cock a soft kiss. She sticks out her small tongue and slowly licks the tip from side to side. "Does daddy like it when I kiss and lick the tip of his cock?" You nod your head, agreeing to her comment, which tells her to continue. "Daddy is going to enjoy it more, real soon," as she takes in your whole length. You watch as she opens her mouth to her limit, taking in your thick cock to the end of her mouth. She then proceeds to bob her head slowly, increasing the pace as time passes. "Your lessons haven't gone in vain, you have really improved from the first time." She looks at you and smiles at you. "Get ready; I'm about to cum." 

Tzuyu adjusts herself, placing one hand on your thigh while holding your cock with the other. You put your hand on her head and push her down towards you. She doesn't have to wait long as she feels a large wave of cum release from your rod.

"Fuck… just like that. Make sure to drink every bit and not drop any." You watch as she tries her hardest to swallow your load, her throat tightening as it milks you. "Your throat is so warm and tight…" as you pull her closer. You then hear her gag as she can't hold on any longer. You release your grip on her head, and she slowly pulls away, freeing your cock. 

The first thing she does is shows you a large amount of cum she has on her tongue. "Ahh…" Tzuyu, without hesitation, swallows your load and immediately shows you her mouth again. "Look, daddy; I swallowed all of your seed. Ahhh… it tastes so good, daddy." 

"Good girl, Tzuyu. You did really well." 

Hearing your compliment on her job well done makes her smile. "Thank you, daddy," as she gets up and gets on your lap. 

"Daddy, I'm wet," giving you an innocent face. She grabs your hand and places it right under her safety shorts. You feel how damp she is through her shorts, slowly pulling on them and sliding in your right hand. 

You work your way to her little cunt and feel how smooth she is. "You're wet," as you feel her love nectar on your fingers. "Ahh… that feels good, daddy. Keep on rubbing your fingers like that." 

You insert two fingers inside her little cunt and stir her inner walls; she moans and places her head on your chest. "Just like that, daddy, don't stop. I want you inside of me.

Suddenly, your phone rings, and you immediately recognize the ringtone. "It's Jihyo!" You grab your phone and answer it. "Oppa, have you seen Tzuyu? Is she with you? Can you go find her because we need to get ready for sound check." You hang up the phone and tell Tzuyu they are looking for her. She whines since you cut her session short and tries to hold your hand from pulling out. 

"Oppa, why?" 

"I'm sorry, but the members are looking for you." You slowly pull your hand from out of her shorts but not before Tzuyu takes your fingers and licks the nectar off of them.

Both of you walk out from the room and immediately see a small figure waddling through the hallway. "Jisoo, wait! You can't be walking around in here" as you see Somi chasing Jisoo.

"What's going on?

"Jisoo wanted to see Jihyo before her performance and escaped when Dahyun walked into the room to have a quick look at Da-eun."

"Eomma!!" as Jisoo smacks her hands against her thighs. From afar Jihyo hears a familiar voice, "Jisoo?" She walks out of the room and walks towards the hallways and sees the four of you. 

"What's going on here? Why is Jisoo out?" 

"I'm sorry Jihyo, it's just that Jisoo wanted to see you before you go on stage. She wanted to wish you good luck." Jihyo gives you her earpiece and picks up, and gives her a hug. "Jisoo, mommy is going to be performing with your aunties. So I am going to need my big Jisoo to be a good girl and take care of your sisters, okay?" Jisoo shows she understands with a nod and smile. "Make sure to listen to Somi as well. She's using her free time to take care of you all." Jisoo nods, and Jihyo places Jisoo back down. 

Both Somi and Jisoo walk back together to their playroom and wave goodbye, "bye bye!" 

"Okay, let's go back and meet up with the rest of the members, they are waiting for us." Tzuyu replies with "yes, mommy" and skips to where the rest are at. 

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"Twice, Twice, Let's go!!!" 

The members are pumping each other up just before going on stage. They walk toward their assigned spots and get ready for their opening song. 

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After their encore, they wish Once a good night and hope to see them again once more. "Enjoy the rest of your night! Get home safe!" as they wave goodbye to their fans. 

You hand them a bottle of water and a towel to each member as they walk down from the stage. "Thank you, oppa."

"Good work everyone! Congratulations for finishing the Tokyo set of the tour! Get some rest and enjoy a nice meal that us from staff provided." The members walk towards the member resting room. 

Entering the room, their view is filled with snacks, drinks, and takeout from popular restaurants. Momo being the most into food rushes to the table and grabs a plate full of food, "thank you oppa, you really know how to treat us right," as she stuffs her mouth with ramen. "Thank you for the meal," smiles Nayeon as she goes for the drinks and snacks. 

"By the way, the kids are sleeping as of now. They watched you all for half of the performance but fell asleep." 

"Aww… really? They are real troopers for staying up this late," responds Mina. "Let's let them rest and enjoy our time off," says Jihyo. Chaeyoung yells, "how about we play some games while we eat?" The members agree with Chaeyoung and they pull out some games from the game shelf and place it on the carpet.

"I'm going to give Somi a break, she must be tired from watching the kids" says Dahyun. "Okay, I'll come with you as well," whispers Mina.

 Sana watches the members laughing at Nayeon and Jeongyeon's recreating some moments from the concert. She slowly works her way to you and whispers, "wanna go check on the kids?" "Sure, lets go." 

You both make your way to the playroom, slowly open the door and see Mina and Dahyun sitting on the rocking chair, having a small conversation in the low dimmed room. "How are they?" Mina responds, "they are all sound asleep. They must have been tired of what happened today. We are just going to stay here for a bit and give Somi a break." You walk around and see your girls in a deep sleep, next to each other. "Let's head back oppa, shouldn't wake them up." 

You and Sana close the door and make your way back to the rest of the group but feel a pull on your shirt. 

"Oppa, wait…"

"What is it?"

"I need you now" as Sana bites her lip. You can clearly see the lust in her eyes, she's in heat. You look at each other's eyes and she can read your approval. Sana smiles and pulls you into the bathroom, kissing your neck and undressing you. Sana pushes you down on the couch in the bathroom and gets on top of you. "I really need this. I need you" as she kisses your exposed chest. 

"You're something else, Sana. You can't even wait and do this properly." 

"I know… I'm a slut for you, for your cock." 

"Fuck… you really know how to make me hard" as you undo her top. Tossing her top aside you grab her breast and fondle them. "Don't pinch my nipples, they are sensitive" she whines but hearing that makes you want to do it even more. 

She pushes herself off you and pulls down her safety shorts and pantries, tosses them towards your face. 

"Wait… I can't see."

"You don't need to see with what I am going to do." 

You don't have to react as you feel your cock getting swallowed whole, "fuck… you're so tight."

"Of course, how else should I pump you dry?"

With the panties falling off your face, you see Sana riding your cock. She flips her hair to the side and places her head on your chest. Every time she drops herself down you can feel the deepest parts of her womb. 

You grab her hips and hold her tight. Watching her tits bounce gives you an idea, you shove your face towards her chest and attach yourself to her nipple. 

"Ahh… oppa, you're being too rough. Ahh… you're sucking on my tits like a baby." You trace her areola with your tongue and move on to her nub. Sana tightens her womb, straggling your cock with her walls. You suck on her nipple with all your might and eventually give it a nice bite, causing her to spasm and moan your name. 

A large wave of nectar coats your cock, making it easier to pump your cock inside of her. You pick of the pace throughout her orgasm and see your mark on her tits. 

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Somi can't believe what she is watching through the bathroom stall. She after taking care of the kids she made her way to the bathroom before making a stop to the member break room and getting some of the free food. She didn't expect it to be stuck in the bathroom and watch her unnie and oppa fucking. Somi places her legs on the seat as she tries to not get seen by the two of them. She tries to wait for the both of you to finish but cant help but peek at you both fucking. 

She watches as you suck on Sana's tits as Sana caresses your head. Suddenly she hears a loud moan coming from Sana, when you bite on her nipple. Somi lowers her hand down her panties and begins to rub her folds. She watches as Sana has her first orgasm and you fucking her through it. 

With Sana entirely out of breath, you don't hold back and keep on thrusting your cock. After a while Sana is able to regain her breath and begins to enjoy herself. She rides your cock once more and shouts, "come on baby, keep on fucking me real good" as she plays with her tits. 

Somi watches how proactive Sana is and how much sex appeal she shows. She can't believe how hot Sana looks as shes getting fuck. She can feel herself getting wetter and wetter watching you both. 

Her legs are beginning to tremble as she is starting to have a hard time balancing herself on the stall. Her leg slips for a slight moment, making her nervous about getting caught. She freezes for a moment and there is no reaction from you both. Feeling a bit more comfortable, she adjusts her sight to see you both from the gap of the stall. 

But little did she know that Sana heard the slip and now knew that someone was watching them. Sana gets an adrenaline rush and starts to go all out, she picks herself up and slams her body back down into your cock. 

"Come one baby, cum inside of me" she moans. 

This makes Somi pick up the pace and rubs herself more violently. Switching from rubbing her folds to stirring her insides as she watches you reach your climax. 

"I'm cumming” is the last thing she hears as she syncs her orgasm with yours. Somi releases her nectar on her hands while she tries to collect as much toilet paper to use it as a dampener and not make a loud noise. 

You, on the other hand, release a large wave of cum inside of Sana's womb. It feels like forever as her womb is filled to the brim. Sana can't stop smiling as she enjoys watching you and her watcher reaching their peak. 

Sana tilts her head towards the stall and silently spells out "did… you… like… the… show?”

Somi watches as Sana silently moves her lips and tries to figure out what she is doing. Immediately Somi's heart drops when she realizes that Sana knew all along of her presence in the restroom. 

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Sana lifts herself and tries to keep herself from falling after a good pounding. She crosses her legs as much as she can, trying to prevent the cum from dripping down her tights.

"Can you pass me my panties and shorts?"

You give her back her panties and shorts, and she puts them on one by one. You both dress back up and wash your hands before heading back out. You open the door of the restroom and Sana is the first to leave. As you walk towards the hallway, you give Sana a nice slap on her ass, making her perk up with excitement.

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Somi's legs are completely numb from balancing herself on the stall but make her way out to the couch you two were using. She stares at the floor and sees a bit of cum that Sana spilled when she stood up. She whispers to herself, "they are too much. This group is too much and I can't say anything about it." She walks towards the sink and grabs a bunch of paper towels, and wraps her panties inside of it. "Omg… they're completely wet," as she tosses it inside of the trash can and washes her hands before leaving. 

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Both you and Sana make your way back to the group and act as if nothing happened. She walks towards the mini fridge and grabs a soda before heading to the table filled with food. 

You, on the other hand, walk up to Jihyo to let her know that all of the kids are still fast asleep. "Hey, Jihyo. All the kids are still asleep. Mina and Dahyun said they are going to stay there for a while." 

"Okay, thanks for letting me know" she replies but then giggles. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just that Tzuyu said she was cold and is inside the blanket with me."

"So, that's who is under there" as you try to take a look. You pull the blanket a bit, assuming that Tzuyu is just hugging Jihyo, but to your surprise, you find something completely different. You immediately cover them both back, think and take a peak once more, trying to comprehend what you just saw. 

What you see is Tzuyu sucking on Jihyo's breast under the bedsheet. The sight of Tzuyu breastfeeding off of Jihyo and milk running down her mouth is getting you a bit hard again. 

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Somi makes her way to the member's break room and goes straight to the table filled with food. She grabs a plate and begins to grab pastries and other snacks, trying to avoid the attention of the others. Suddenly she hears a familiar voice, "so did you like the show, Somi?" She turns her head and sees Sana behind her and says, "I don't know what you mean?" Sana smiles, "don't pretend like you didn't see. I know you enjoyed the show. I mean… you're not wearing any panties under there, right?" Somi freezes and is unable to respond as she feels Sana's hand on her butt. Sana glides her hand across Somi's butt and gives it a nice grab. "I knew it, you're not wearing any panties." Sana gets closer and whispers in her ears, "maybe next time I can give you a better show up close? Maybe just the two of us? Or maybe us three?" Somi can't help but to close her eyes and pray for help. 

"Sana, stop messing around with Somi. Just come back and play with us for the next round" yells Jeongyeon.

"I look forward to our playdate, it will be fun," smiles Sana as she walks away. 

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Everyone is back in the break room and you announce, "Okay, everyone. The new girl group Itzy is coming up to say hi after watching the concert. Let's get everything in order and give them a nice welcome."

Immediately everyone picks up their plates and games and get into fan meeting mode. "Let's make sure to greet them properly, okay!" shouts Jihyo. The members get in order and wait for Itzy to come up.

"Yeji, Ryujin, Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yuna, we are going to walk towards the break room and you are going to introduce yourself properly. They are your seniors and you need to show respect."

"Yes, we will. Thank you again Oppa for letting us meet the members in short notice."

"It's no problem. Your manager messaged me that you wanted to meet them and it's a nice idea for the juniors to greet their seniors. Okay, so let's get ready."

You escort Itzy into the breakroom and see Twice lined up ready to receive them. "Twice, let me introduce you to your juniors, Itzy."

"All in us! Hello, we are ITZY!" as they bow towards their seniors.

"One in a million! Hello, we are TWICE!"

After the introduction, both groups begins to interact and share their comments on the concert. They spend some time making small talk and eventually ask for a photo with both groups. 

"One, two, three, Cheese!" *click, click! 

Momo walks behind Sana and whispers, "you're leaking cum." Sana panics and tries to shush Momo from talking any louder. 

"What's going on?" asks Yeji. 

"Oh, its nothing. Just Sana and Momo messing around like always, replies Jihyo. Yeji nods and watches her seniors joking around. She stares at them and notices something shining dripping from Sana's thigh. 

"Huh, what is that?" 

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