#jo hyewon smut

[essentiallyleaf]

day 07. public sex. with. soojin, zoa.

2388 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x idol x male reader, reader has the tiniest hint of rizz, but is still a loser at heart, public sex, double blowjob, standing doggy, pussy eating, fingering, stand & carry, 1mg of rimming, very smut heavy, basically unedited, complete mess.

notes.

horny + tired sounds like a recipe for terrible writing. and i don’t really know if it is, since i basically haven’t read this back :] generically, leaf.

“I need this now” and “Take me here” might be the exact and only two sentences that could get you to do anything, anytime, anywhere. But that’s a hypothetical, and despite the inhibition of three Manhattans and a couple beers, castles in the sky crumble when you hear those exact words come out of those two’s sweetly curled and devilishly full and luscious lips in the middle of the dance floor.

You didn’t really know them that well. They go to the stationery shop you work at fairly frequently (every other Friday between 3 and 5 p.m., they usually hover around the notebook and colored pens sections, try a bunch of them out - like, sooo many, can they not recite the entire color palette by heart yet? - while laughing you can’t really tell at what, then come to the checkout with about exactly one sharpie and two big smiles, and then leave. What? No, you don’t remember them particularly more than any other customer. Why would you?), but you’d never really talked. That’s why you’re surprised when they approach you on a random Saturday night at the club, talking about which their favorite drinks solely based on color are and how, if bonsai are a thing, there must be a way to make humans exist in tiny, and what if they’re out there now, going around untying shoelaces and stealing any small item that falls to the ground? They don’t look drunk, they look happy, which is a different thing. Aren’t they just talking about gnomes, anyway (which, by the way, definitely exist)?

It’s not how they wear those good girl smiles a second before sandwiching you while dancing, their bodies pressed against yours. Soojin from behind, pawing at your pecs and slowly kissing your neck up to the back of your ear, Hyewon in front of you but facing away, her ass literally rubbing against your now visible erection while she takes your hands and moves them from her hips, to her exposed belly, up to her boobs.

It’s not how she turns her head to kiss you and that smile is still there, like she’s playing a game, like this is just harmless fun between friends. Yeah, friends, you think, until the deer eyed girl turns around to face the two of you, her hands reaching around you and landing on Soojin’s ass and switches from your mouth to hers. What made you think they were just friends again? You’d think of an answer, but you’re distracted by the older girl’s hand venture lower towards your dick, which she starts stroking through your pants.

It’s not even how the three of you (and you in particular) now look like a complete mess right in the middle of the club, your bodies rubbing on each other’s in feral hunger, your tongues entangling with burning lust. It’s really not that.

It’s how pairs of eyes turn towards that filthy scene. Initially just a couple passing peeks, then a few more, longer gazes, mixing aversion with slight arousal, until the whole club is aware of the tonguing, the groping and the humping. And while some of them walk away, the people who stay seem turned on by the scene, as if intoxicated by the scent of your libido.

It really should just be embarrassing for you. And at the start, it was. To be left open-mouthed in front of a live audience like a comically fat dead trout in a fishing contest while two, admittedly gorgeous, girls alternately brush, squeeze and hump your dick wasn’t exactly your proudest moment. But somehow, that embarrassment coexisted with a sense of excitement. And as the two keep making a toy for their pleasure out of you, the latter only grows stronger and ends up completely overpowering the former.

That’s why when Soojin asks “Wanna go to the bathroom?”, the only possible answer is “Why not here~?”

“There’s not enough space”

The crowd was in fact big and quite cramped around the three of you. You are left without choice as she takes you and Hyewon by the arm and leads you towards a small black door right by the bar.

The girls throw you into the wall and kneel in front of you before the door even closes. Four hands take your belt off, or rather attempt to for a while before getting it (it probably would have been easier if only one person did it, but you don’t dare suggest it), then pull your pants and your boxers down. You can still hear clearly not only the music, but every scream coming from the room you were just in (these walls suck, even for club bathroom standards).

Your cock, already erect thanks to the scene you three made back there, falls right in the middle of their expecting faces, and all they have to do is stretch their necks a little further to start sprinkling it with wet kisses and short licks and already causing you to shed some precum. They more or less intentionally happen to move towards your base and take a longer lick up to the tip of your dick, where they collect your nectar and meet in a French kiss. Actually, that’s not even a kiss, more like their tongues messily exchanging three people’s fluids while completely outside either’s mouths, and it looks fucking filthy.

Soojin is the first to wrap her lips around your head and start slowly but steadily bobbing, taking a slightly larger portion of you in her mouth each time. Hyewon, leaving no time wasted, travels further towards your balls, first getting them wet with her saliva, then alternatively taking one in her mouth and sucking it hungrily, seemingly having the time of her life. The older girl, despite the small size of her mouth, fits almost three quarters of your length in her cavern, even managing to keep herself there and brush the underside of your cock while sucking.

“Unnie, leave some for me!”

Soojin makes way for her friend/tongue buddy, who seems immediately much more feisty, though likely less experienced, sacrificing technique for power and a much faster pace. The older gathers Hyewon’s hair together in a makeshift ponytail and starts licking from her jaw and cheek to around her ear, while the younger, gifted with a bigger mouth, is basically already deepthroating you. You hold your hands around her head and push the last bit in, her eyes watering a little as you hold position for a good fifteen seconds. And, cut.

“You okay?”

“Fuck, that was fun!”

This deer eyed slut just deepthroated you without you batting an eye (well, you were quite lost in pleasure yourself, your eyes quite literally rolling to the back of your hair, but you know), and you’re surprised that she swears?

People could literally step into the bathroom at any point, but honestly, the thought is not even passing your mind. Actually, some might have even walked beside you while you were filling their mouths with your hardness, it’s honestly just too hard to pay attention to anything else, with these two. That’s why you can’t even fathom worrying about the rest of the people in the club, even with what happens next.

Soojin drops her jeans along with her light blue panties and sits on the long counter that connects all the sinks together, running along the entire length of the bathroom below the mirror, while Hyewon bends over in front of her, glancing at the other girl with a playful smile before feasting on her gorgeous pink pussy. You only need to get behind her, bunch her white tennis skirt up on her waist and pull her black panties down and to the floor. Her lips are fat, her slit clean and shiny. You look back at her underwear, and notice a wet patch in the center, not particularly small, either.

“Did you cum just by humping me back there?”

“Maybee~”

You hold your tongue out and take one long lick across her womanhood as she lets a moan out and into the older girl’s crotch. Her sweet scent, her soft texture, her perfect taste are- fuck it, you need your dick in that pussy. So stand up again, align yourself to her, and push it in. 

Hyewon is tight, but even moreso, she’s warm. Her hole welcomes you like that’s all she was waiting for all night, like you’re her guest and she wants to make sure you know she prepared. And as you slowly thrust into her, making sure to use your hips to hit every little spot, every patch of her pussy, she lets a constant stream of guttural groans into the one she’s eating herself. Soojin can’t help but push the younger’s face into her crotch, stimulated not only by her tongue, taking trips now on her lips, now in her slit, now on top of her pink clit, but also by the vibrations of her lewd sounds, resonating in her cavern and expanding all over her body.

As you grip the girl’s asscheeks tightly, you start picking up the pace, but she immediately reaches a hand behind her and on your wrist. You slow down again, and her whimpers tell you that this is the rhythm she wants you to hold. In fact, her lower abdomen starts tensing up as a sign that her peak is near. She wants something else. She detaches from the older’s pussy, leaving her disappointed and cutely pouting, and takes small quick steps forward towards the counter, until her face is almost reaching the Soojin’s. She then zips her white top fully down. The older, in a better position to take care of it, gets the hint and rids herself of her top as well as her white strapless bra, leaving them beside one of the sinks. Hyewon takes a millisecond after that to attack her friend’s perfectly sized soft tits with her mouth and left hand, and her hole with her right.

The older is completely thrown off by the sudden initiative and the resulting pleasure it brings to her erogenous zones, and she starts moaning uncontrollably. The younger can’t hold it much longer. Her mouth leaves her friend’s boobs to meet her lips in another tongue filled spectacle. Two fingers from her right hand slide in and out of Soojin’s slit, while her thumb circles around her clit. The older’s also so close. But you’re the one who will make the final move.

You bend down towards Hyewon’s body, reach around and under her black one-shoulder top to feel and fondle her big fluffy mounds as you keep pumping your girth into her, and that ends her.

She washes your cock with the whirlwind of her juices while she contracts repeatedly around you and releases the lowest moan of the night. That in turn triggers her friend’s peak, in her case the liquid sprays on the younger’s hand and wrist and her hips buckle as she reaches to the mirror behind her for support.

Hyewon falls to her knees. Both girls are panting for oxygen, but the one you just fucked seems particularly spent from it.

“You good?”

She nods, and shows you her index finger: “One second”

You turn your head back up.

“Can you do it?”

“Can you~?”

This bitch. You step closer to the counter and wrap your hands around the underside of Soojin’s milky, meaty thighs to spread them open even more. You share a glance with her, and she looks fucking obscene. Her hair has lost its parting, her forehead covered in sweat. That lower lip always just kind of hanging there, like she needs something to fill her mouth at all times. So you kiss her hungrily, and she lets your tongue in her mouth like she’s craving it, like she’s begging for it.

Meanwhile, you guide your head to her slit and part it, slowly entering her cavern. She is so tight. She whines softly into your mouth as you get deeper and deeper. Once you’re fully in, you give her a second to get used to your girth.

“My neck. Your arms around my neck”

She obeys as you immediately raise her from the counter and carry her towards the center of the bathroom as you start pumping into her tight heaven.

Who fucking cares at this point, people could walk in on you and you would thank them. They’d love to have a cock big like yours, to have a girl as beautiful as yours, and to fuck the former into the latter like you’re doing right now. No. They’d just have to watch, like some pathetic frat boys peeping at an older girl they couldn’t even pray to get.

Your hands grab onto Soojin’s ass so you can bounce her pelvis on yours while pushing up, accentuating the movement, as she keeps kissing you like her life depends on it. You feel your orgasm building up.

Then, you feel something below you. Hyewon, revitalized after her orgasm, is now kneeling below you, open-mouth kissing your dick, your balls, her friend’s slit and, you guess, anything else she might find in the way. This girl can truly never be idle. Meanwhile, as you get closer and closer, you switch to quick, single, powerful thrusts. One. Two. And-

You feel Hyewon’s tongue brush your asshole. It’s a sensation you never felt before, it kind of tickles, but it almost stings, at the same time. What it surely does, is to make you cum on the spot. You fire multiple shots of white liquid into Soojin’s pussy, the sensation making her scream (they definitely heard this one outside) and triggering her waterfall a second time, and as only so much matter can fill such a tight space, all of her squirt and probably most of your cum end up dripping down and coating Hyewon’s face. Her mouth is promptly open, so she gets to taste your combined fluids.

She shuffles them around her cheeks for a while, then one big swallow.

“Yummy~”

-

“Fuck, Hyewon. Was that on purpose?”

“Huh?”

“Your tongue”

“Oh! Well, did you like iiit?”

“He fucking came as soon as you touched him! What do you think?”

“Well, let’s see if it happens a second time, then”

-

footnotes.

it’s 4am. god. finally, leaf.

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[octoberautumnbox]

Yuri is lucky that she could go to Hyewon's place whenever she needs to washup lol. Can't imagine Yuri's face when she discovered the roach in her bathroom 🤣🙈

What if Yuri goes over to Hyewon's place...

And Hyewon still insists on giving you head when Yuri is only a short distance away in the shower 😳

"Hyewon... Ah...Now's not the best time, Yuri will hear us! She could be coming out anytime soon!"

"So what? Who said the bathroom is the only thing I'm sharing with Yuri today 😉"

Yuri's look of hunger when she sees the moment you're cumming uncontrollably inside Hyewon's throat. Your eyes watery and Hyewon has her whole face pressed against your crotch while your body spasms from the stimulation 🙊

Even though I'm gonna embarrass myself horribly, I don't think I could turn down Hyewon's offer 🤤

a/n: thanks for the ask frisky! to this day it's still wild to me how they did a post-bath/shower scene in Yuri's photobook but im literally the last one on this planet to complain 😋

~~~

"Aish, you two," Yuri says while running her fingers through her hair. "You couldn't wait for me?" She takes a seat next to you and leans her head on your shoulder, staring lazily at your cock.

"You were taking forever. He was getting bored." Hyewon licks her lips as she says it, savoring the taste of your cum. She makes a show of it by dragging her tongue all along her plump lips, and the blatant attempt to try and get you hard again is regrettably working.

Your reply comes in the midst of ragged breaths: "Don't... pin this all on me. I wanted to... wait for everyone to... be ready."

The older girl takes your hand and starts sucking your index finger, giving it the same love she gave your cock just moments ago. The younger, on the other hand, giggles at her valiant efforts to get you going again and decides to help her out.

Yuri takes your other hand and places it over her breasts, only a thin fabric in between her chest and your fingertips. Even then, you can feel her soft and perky tits through her top, and the playful pinches you deliver on her nipples cause them to stiffen in pleasure. You watch as they start to poke against the fabric, and she catches you ogling her. With a smirk, she let's out a cute moan to signal her pleasure.

Hyewon, not wanting to be one-upped, takes her place on your other side. She pulls her top off, revealing in tantalizing slowness of the skin of her tummy and chest. Once it's all off, she takes the same position as Yuri and makes you cup her boobs too. Her nipples stiffen in the same way, and her moans at how you play with her body spur all three of you on.

With a knowing look shot at each other, the girls decide wordlessly on a two-pronged attack. Hyewon's delicate fingers wrap around your cock and give long, slow strokes, while she goes in and takes your lips with hers. At the same time, Yuri leans down and starts licking and kissing the tip of your dick, making sure to leave her spit and help her unnie out.

Your tongue and Hyewon's swirl around each other, forcing more moans out of her, while Yuri's soft lips place kisses on your head and shaft wherever she can reach. She takes your cock in her mouth as best she can, trying her hardest to share with her unnie's hand instead of taking you all the way to the back of her throat for herself.

You wonder for a moment how you got two of the most beautiful idols on the planet this needy for you. How on earth did you get to the point where they're so willing to share you between themselves, allowing you to grope their bodies and suck your cock as if they were your own property to do what you please with?

But that doesn't matter now. You find both Hyewon and Yuri with two of their own fingers inside their cunts, rubbing their walls at the pace you set as you play with their boobs. Hyewon grows careless with her kiss, growing sloppier by the minute, not caring how much of your shared saliva falls out of your mouths. Yuri's moans deliver just the right vibrations to your cock growing needier with each lick of your slit. She frantically tries even harder to take more of you into her mouth, her common sense slipping away from her.

You try to warn Yuri that you're close, but Hyewon never lets up. Each time you try and pull away, all she does is pull you back and make you squeeze her soft tits harder. You do the same with Yuri, pinching her nipples harder and groping her more roughly, and it drives her wild. You're not sure if it delivers the message you wanted it to, but you slowly forget as your orgasm arrives.

Hyewon feels the way your cock throbs and immediately lets go, only to force Yuri down onto your crotch. Yuri welcomes it and takes you all the way, licking your shaft as much as she can, savoring your taste and the hard work she put into this load she's about to take. You don't disappoint, and suddenly her mouth is flooded with your thick and warm cum. She tries taking all of it in, but inevitably she lets a few drops fall out with the sheer amount of it. Still, her tongue works overtime to extract every single drop you can give her, and each thrust into her mouth-pussy sends away another thought in her head to be replaced her desire for you and you alone.

Two orgasms so far into the night, and they haven't even started getting serious. You start to get nervous, but they reassure you that everything from here on out is all just mindless fun.

"Don't worry, oppa," Yuri sighs dreamily, obviously still in the ecstasy of getting her face fucked, "we're gonna have so much fun."

"Yeah, just relax and fuck us like you always wanted to." Hyewon punctuates each word with a kiss on your neck. "I promise we'll play nice, unless you want us not to."

~~~

a/n: holy shit wait a minute is this my first threesome fic??

#girl group smut #kpop smut #izone smut #jo yuri smut #kang hyewon smut

[fillinforlater]

Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (Part 4)

Male Reader x Kwon Eunbi + Kang Hyewon x Jo Yuri

Length: 9060 words

Tags: emotional drama, smut, cheating, alcohol, rage, anger issues, bisexuality, girl x girl relationship, girl x girl action, threesome, literal breeding, mating press, face sitting, squirting, clit play, dirty talk, the dumbest, most improbable sex ever, this is NOT real life, very dark ending

TW: includes topics like cheating, alcohol, sex and death

Inspiration: "Look at Me" by XXXTENTACION, Hyewon x Yuri best ship, gay power couple; this had to be released in Pride Mont (glad I could make it lol), also @capslocked ; @iznsfw, I'm sorry.

(A/N: THE FINALE of my L4 Series. It's finally here. The promise is fulfilled. I hope you get the ending and don't hate me. It's all fiction.)

“Look at me, fuck on me / Look at me, fuck on me / Look at me, fuck on me.”

Volume decreased by eighty percent. You don’t need someone screaming in your ears right now. It only makes you want to scream back. The poor guy has been dead for almost five years now, he doesn’t really deserve it. If you’re honest to yourself, he feels way too on point. Better turn the radio off entirely.

His voice still resonates in your mind, as you get out of the car. Combined with Hyewon’s and Yuri’s moans, they form an inglorious, deadly symphony to fuel your hatred. Visuals of you screaming, scratching, beating fragile, pale skin pop up in your mind. This wave of emotions, it’s crashing in on you like a tsunami. Sadly, it doesn’t bury you. It only makes you angrier.

Push open the door and Eunbi gasps. She kneels on the living room floor, right next to the carpet. Her clothes are in tatters, her knees covered in bruises, but worst of all, her face is ruined with scratches, blood and runny mascara. It looks like someone already did the things you imagined in your head: beat her up and left her whimpering on the floor. The punishment for someone who cheats and lies.

Grab Eunbi’s lifeless arm and pull it up. Your fiance begins to cry, she begs not with words but with her eyes. The way she shakes her head is in honest fear. The potential strikes scare her, how your palm will meet her face over and over again in a loveless, hurt beating.

But you sigh.

"I can't," you squeeze out, voice cracking with every word. "I hate seeing you like this. You deserve to be thrown out and beg for money on the street. But I can't, I—"

You pull Eunbi into a hug. Her small frame melts into your arms, her feet unable to support her. She is like a wet sack, surprisingly heavy. You're barely able to drag her to the couch and watch her whimper and cry, face hidden behind her elbow.

"I still love you, Eunbi.

"Let's try again."

"Y-yes," she sobs and tightly grabs your shirt.

"Let's marry, Eunbi."

"Y-yes, th-thank you."

#

The proposal might have been a mess, but the marriage was not. Everything was meticulously planned, and even the tiniest details went perfectly. No one knew of Eunbi's affair, and you kept it this way. 

Even after your marriage, your luck did not run out. Everything was working out. Two promotions in a year, a new, bigger house, two cars, a part time job for Eunbi that she really enjoys. Talking about Eunbi, she became attentive, caring, adoring, loving to the point where your wound began to heal.

Eight months into your marriage, you became an actor.

No, not the type that moves to Hollywood, swims in money and earns fame with every new movie. The type who has to act all day every day. You have to pretend that it's all fine, smile at everyone, always say the right things—

Acting is lying. You lie to them, because you cannot live with her lying to you.

Eunbi does not know about the abundance of security cameras you installed around and inside the house. They are tiny, but very modern and always connected to your phone for constant surveillance of your expensive home.

Not a single criminal has tried to enter your home—but multiple other 'criminals' entered something else.

At first, it was one guy. Tall, handsome, expensive suit. Eunbi greeted him with a smile. You watched the footage quite confused. The two of them sat down in the living room and talked for a bit. It looked like he tried to sell her something, but it also looked fake, like they were—

Role playing.

A minute later, Eunbi's arms and feet were wrapped around him as he drilled his cock deep inside her cunt. There was no sound, but you could see her moan and scream as he went faster.

Three weeks later, another guy. He seemed to not like role playing. Eunbi opened the door and his tongue was in her mouth immediately. They fucked all over the kitchen, on every damn counter. At least this guy was somewhat attractive.

Things got horrible after this. Guy after guy walked into your home and fucked your wife. Hole after hole, day after day. Whenever you were at work and she wasn't, a cock was inside her. One time, someone seemed to comment on her hair and the next day she went to dye it blonde. 

That was also the day you decided to not touch her anymore. You stay at work longer, until late at night. Work frees your mind a little, and soon they will promote you to the second highest position. 500k after taxes, seemingly infinite money, yet you still weep and down whiskey each night watching guys go to town on her.

Today, two guys arrived together. They spit roasted her on the bed, which was already covered in her juices and sweat from another guy an hour before. 

The video flashes before your dead eyes. You drop another piece of ice into the glass, watch the auburn whiskey sway and cool. Down it goes as Eunbi gets ready to take a cock up her loose asshole. For the first time, you look at the new guy who groans as Eunbi takes his cock.

His smug grin. It's the same motherfucker, the one you caught with Eunbi a bit over a year ago. 

For the first time, you stop your mindless staring at the screen. You pause the security footage as rage builds up at this stupid expression on this stupid face. Without hesitation, you reach for the glass and repeatedly smash it into the screen. It breaks in violent sparks and the room goes fully dark. 

You tear the screen off the wall, the same way you tear out the self-pity in your sorrow-filled heart. A violent kick sends the monitor into the computer and the thousand dollar set-up is reduced to broken scrap metals and torn wires.

The entire office is suddenly so dark and silent. Not that you were watching with sound, but the vivid pictures produced enough sounds in your head. It's all gone now, together with the dirty light displaying dirty pleasure. 

Don't lie to yourself; this was stupid. But as much as it was stupid, it was also necessary and it felt so right. Even though your favorite whiskey glass fell victim to your rampage, you don't regret it. You need more of this.

Throughout the entire night, you continue to mess up your workplace. You stuff bins and trash cans with everything in your office: Semi-important documents, plants, cables, liquor, chairs and especially all the unnecessary, lavish accessoires you gathered here for some reason. At dawn, the only thing that remains is a table, a chair, a laptop with a charger and a bottle of water. A frugal set-up, but more than enough for your job.

At 6:30 am, you arrive at home and jump right into bed, next to your snoring wife. With a quick glance you check her hand; the ruby embellished gold ring sparkles at her finger. A real, absurdly expensive piece of jewelry on a fake piece of shit, you think but smile nonetheless. There is some irony about it that you can't pin down yet, but you'll look for it a bit more.

#

A knock at your door. 

"Come on in," you say without looking up from your screen. It's probably the intern again, asking for help or another task. To your surprise, it's someone far more important.

"Still feels weird, when you remember what this room used to look like." A man, two decades older than you and a decade more work experience in this company carefully scoots into your office and wanders around it. "It's surprisingly vast."

You close your laptop when the man does not watch. It's out of respect, but for some reason, you do not fear him anymore. His name is Sakimoto, member of the board of directors and chairman of the staff council. Usually, there is only one reason for him to come into your office himself—and it's not a good one.

"How can I help you, Mr. Sakimoto?" you say with an insincere smile.

"Tell me," he responds, eyes wide in either insanity or genuine interest, hard to tell with someone like him. "Why did you throw it all away? It looks like a cell."

"It—to be honest, I—

"Well that's the point. None of the stuff is helpful in any way, even worse, it's distracting, unnecessary bullshit that keeps me from focusing. I don't need it, I don't want it anymore."

Sakimoto nods at your words, his expression never changing, not even at the use of your obscene slip. Maybe being a psychopath is a job requirement for Sakimoto's position. You can't bear to look at his slight smile and wide orbs any longer.

"Intriguing," he finally says and turns towards your door again. "You'll be at the board meeting tonight, 8pm flat."

"Yes, Sir," you calmly say, something grinding on your nerves as Sakimoto leaves without saying goodbye or closing the door. That's it, career over.

#

They’re gonna fire me, fuck.

This thought knocks on your mind the entire day, only getting stronger with every step you take towards the meeting room. Someone must have noticed your indefensible, erratic behavior, but how? Everyone was gone that night like they all are every night. You made sure of it by checking the nearby offices of your subordinates and co-workers. You even made sure to stuff all your furniture and electronics down to the bottom of the waste containers.

Maybe the board had a meeting and someone heard something? Fuck, that can’t be it, can it?

Deep breaths, calm breaths. If they know what happened, your fate is decided. You have enough money anyways. Other companies will still take you. You’re gonna be okay, this is just a small hit, a dent in the fast, unstoppable car that is you. If you’re honest, it’s a lot easier when you don’t care about the passenger or who she is fucking.

Bang the door thrice with confidence. The silence behind it becomes even more quiet, until someone urges you to enter in a strict, booming voice.

“You are a bit early,” the CEO says from the far end of the long table, his back to the setting sun visible through large windows behind him. The other board members look at you, some with a perfect poker face as if they are in serious business talks, others seem amused, maybe even a little tipsy, but what surprises you the most are those who look at you in anger and fear as if you were the grim reaper, coming for their souls.

“Better than being too late,” you respond with charme, your calm heart picking up in pace. 

“That is true!” the vice-CEO shouts and most board members fall into a short fit of laughter. They seem so odd, maybe they are making fun of you before forcing you to sign the resignation. You can already see the stack of paper in the CEO’s hand.

“Enough of this nonsense,” the CEO shouts. The laughs evaporate instantly, yet somehow, the positive vibes remain. The vice-CEO is grinning at you, even the CEO himself cracks a smile. He gets up from his chair, the paper firmly in both of his hands, and walks around the table towards you. Your feet seem to grow roots as he stops before you.

“Congratulations, Mr. Kwon,” he says cheerfully and hands you an—

“Official Invitation to the Board of Directors,” you read out loud in utter disbelief. 

“Mr. Kwon, why do you sound so shocked?” someone in the back asks and the CEO nods towards them with a sly grin.

“I did not inform him about our vote last week. Even Mr. Sakimoto only told him to be here today.

“Mr. Kwon, do you accept our invitation? You will be the thirteenth member, as Mr. Muentrich-Schleuser will resign next month. We all think that you are physically and mentally capable, have the pedigree and skill and most importantly, the outstanding drive to push this company forward. The growth in your department has been unmatched the past few months.”

The smooth, freshly printed piece of paper is in your hand. The other members gradually rise from their seats, all looking at you intently. They seemed so much bigger, when you entered the room, but now they are just like you. All you have to do is take the CEO’s stretched out hand, and you’ll be atop a mountain you never even dreamed of reaching. 

“D-do I have any other choice?” you say cooly, only your stutter betrays your facade. A couple of chuckles, the CEO looks at the ceiling and pretends to think.

“Well, you can’t go back to your apartment, as your successor has already been chosen. You could be transferred to Japan and lead the department there. It’d be the same pay as here but—”

He leans closer to whisper.

“—you’d have to pay more taxes there.

“What will it be, Mr. Kwon?”

#

You find yourself on the road again. Somehow, fate has you connected to your car. Whenever something big happened or is about to happen, you find yourself sitting in it, music blasting loud and numbing everything out. Tonight however, you purposefully turn the radio off and drive carefully. 

Let me celebrate somewhere; but where?

You won’t go home to your wife of course. She is more than undeserving to celebrate this moment with you. Most of your other friends and relatives are either asleep already or would ask stupid questions about Eunbi and why she isn’t celebrating alongside you. No, you need someone to not ask you about anything and just parties the night away.

Ah fuck it; strangers will do.

Park your car at the side of the road, don’t care for a ticket, hell, don’t give a fuck if someone decides to steal it. It’s used and you can easily buy a new one tomorrow if you want to. You wander down the street, busy with party-goers, drunk, high or both, some are a lot more focused and carry their drunk, high or both friends home. You loosen your tie, no need to look formally if everyone around you doesn’t either.

Suddenly, a familiar sight, a wooden structure with warm lights and that unmistakable smell. It’s almost nostalgic, magnetic, unavoidable, you just have to walk in there. As you grab the handle of the door and see the long, smooth, wooden counter, it hits you.

Oh my God.

“Oh, wow, haven’t seen you here in forever,” the bartender says when he sees you. His face hasn’t changed, his smile is the same, but you need a few moments to really recognize him again.

He takes a step back and smirks, firm grasp on a bottle of tequila.

“Well, yes, it has,” you respond and walk up to him. “It has easily been a year since my last visit, how the fuck do you remember me?”

“I have this tendency to remember people, especially because you were the last man to ever take her backstage.”

He winks and you throw your head back. Time flies, it really does, yet you find yourself sitting on the exact same stool on a very similar night with the same bartender. Even your wife is still a whore, fucking the same guys, probably right now as well. 

“So I take it that Hyewon is not coming here anymore?” you sigh and point at an expensive bottle of wine. The bartender swiftly uncorks it.

“I did not say that. She is just a lot more, let’s call it, picky. Okay, you know what?”

With an elegant pour he fills you a glass and places the dark ruby liquid on the counter before continuing.

“You can ask her yourself. She’ll be on stage in a couple minutes.”

A waft of wine hits your nostrils, but it’s a lot weaker than the words coming from his mouth. The thought of Hyewon blows you away, stronger than any liquor, no matter how high the amount of alcohol or the years it has matured. Hyewon, the kind stranger, the hot stranger, the stranger to fuck your stress out. Hyewon, the crazy friend, the bisexual friend, the let's-have-a-bar-backstage- threesome-with-this-hot-singer-friend. She was a big reason why you got over Eunbi cheating on you—but it has sadly not led you to the brightest of futures.

Maybe I should have stayed with her.

Take a sip of the wine. It’s delicious, celebratory, a drink for victors who have gained status and wealth beyond imagination, and you are now part of that group. At least you feel like it, even as the bar gets flooded with more and more people from all walks of life. Some look as well-dressed as you are, others clearly struggle to make ends meet in some months, but they're all here for the same thing.

Wait, what is Hyewon going to do on stage? Is she going to sing?

As you still wonder and savor the wine, one of the waitresses moves from light switch to light switch and slowly but surely fills the room in darkness. The crowd goes quiet as tension rises. Everyone is excited for sure, but none of them reach the level of thrill you feel when the spotlight illuminates the stage and a beautifully dressed woman appears behind the curtain.

Resounding cheers, applause, the occasional toast around you, inside you, but all you can do is watch in awe. Hyewon looks angelic, on one hand illegally beautiful, on the other illegally hot. Something about her is distant yet warm, unreachable yet magnetic, strangulating for the heart yet easy for the lunges—she is oxygen, or even better—the breathable air of heaven.

Hyewon.

Confidence in her stance which silences the crowd again, confidence in her hands which raise the mic to her glossy lips, most importantly, confidence in her voice as she starts the song with a powerful low note that almost throws you off the stool. 

It shouldn’t be such a shock. Hyewon’s voice is mesmerizing, you should have noticed it when she spoke to you or at least when she moaned, but only now you see the full beauty of it. It’s befitting of her, and you will enjoy every second of it. She carries this song gracefully, giving it a special touch that will keep the listeners yearning for a studio version, which would be an efficient side hustle for her.

Wait, what if Hyewon becomes a musician, with songs on the radio and the first glimmers of fame? What if she is already quite popular, an underground artist on the rise, from covering songs to writing her own? What if there is a whole story happening in her life that you missed entirely, just because you stuck to your whore-wife and mind-numbing job? This fear of having missed out on something this big and beautiful, maybe even life itself, shakes your heart with a strong aching, until—

Another voice. The first verse, the pre-chorus, the build-up, it all leads to another voice coming in with unbridled power and passion. It cannot be contained in the way it booms through the speakers and puts goosebumps on every single person in this room. You’re included in this list, but when you recognize the voice and see the woman step out on stage, those goosebumps turn to a full-on rush of nostalgic emotions. 

Back then, her singing was the catalyst for an unforgettable night. Unexpectedly wild, a lot of fun, but the stinging arrow of envy made things bitter-sweet for you. Watching the two of them be so close, intimate and loving had you yearning for more than just enraged sex. You wanted this too, and there was a time where Eunbi provided it. But the veil has been lifted. There is no love, just despair.

Yuri.

It’s certainly a touching thing, seeing that Hyewon and Yuri are still close friends, connected through the language of music. Apparently they were always here, right in this inconspicuous bar, pulling the stress out of people with nothing but their voices, which combine at the end of the second verse and rush ahead into the chorus. It’s an invasion of your ears, low and high, soft and powerful, caring and overwhelming. 

This performance is greatness, the best of what humanity has to offer—and you feel like the embodiment of an embittered, wasted life.

#

Yuri hits the final note with such perfection that the first few people have already jumped up from their seats and cheered without holding back. Thunderous applause is an understatement to how hard everyone claps their hands or stomps the ground. They’re shaking the entire bar, which has the bartender holding onto some of the bottles with a worried smile. You on the other hand are glued to your seat in deep regret. Not enough to make you cry, but enough to keep you from giving the two angels what they deserve. 

Take a look at your wine. It has been untouched in your glass for a while now and it’d be a waste to throw it away just because you’re facing the cold, harsh truth again. What even is true at this point? Not the stuff you promise your customers and certainly not your relationship. Fuck it, take a large sip.

“They are awesome,” the bartender gasps. “They should finally do this professionally, this stage is too small for them.”

“Yeah,” you answer with a weak smile. “Imagine an entire stadium full of people being this ecstatic. The world would hear it.”

“Well, I tried my best convincing them,” he says and looks right next to you with a sly grin. “Maybe you have more success than I did.”

Time freezes when you feel the familiar busty body around your own. You did not see Hyewon launching herself at you, don't realize what's happening until she starts talking.

"Oh my God, it has been so long! Wait, is it really you?"

"Hyewon, I, uhm, yeah. I'm me."

"It's so crazy to see you again! How are you, how is life?"

"Well, it's—"

Hyewon squeezes your body tighter. She pouts when you look down at her until you finally get it. Return the embrace and Hyewon squeals in happiness.

"You don't have to say anything," she coos softly. "I'm just happy to see you again."

"Likewise," you respond with a sigh.

You could stand around like this for eternity. Hyewon's deep breaths and her steadily decreasing heart rate start to heal you from within. The pain and suffering caused by Eunbi's constant cheating, it doesn't matter right now. You deserve a break from the mess that is your life—you feel like you can celebrate your promotion for real now.

"Hyewon, I—no, you. You were wonderful on stage. Your singing, it blew me away."

As you gush about her performance, Hyewon blushes and disconnects the hug. You notice that she has this heavenly aura around her, like she is spraying sparks of love and happiness that try to ignite everyone around her. No wonder that she had this excellent stage presence during her duet.

"Thank you so much—

"Oh, babe~ I'm here~"

You jump at Hyewon's sudden call, which is not directed at you of course. Before your eyes can search for the person Hyewon just called babe, they have already arrived. Delicate fingers entwined with Hyewon's, they both go for a quick peck on the lips.

"Yu-Yuri?" 

Your shriek makes the duo—the couple?—look at you with wide eyes, glossy and full of love for life—for each other? There is still too much to process for your brain, it can't handle another input. 

"Hey, is everything alright?" Yuri asks with concern in her voice and a caring hand on your elbow.

"Ye-yeah, ju-just not up to date at all. Are you two like… a thing?"

Hyewon has this bright smile on her face. She wraps an arm around Yuri's hip and the younger girl leans her head on her collarbone. Yuri raises a hand up to your face. There is a simple silver ring on it, and you see her eyes scintillate when she shows you it.

"We married two months ago," Hyewon giggles. "So much has happened since we met last time. I can’t really sum it up."

"Don't feel forced to explain yourself," you respond with an awkward laugh. "We had a short stint a while back, I only saw you falling for each other—

beyond that, our lives have happened far apart. But not going to lie, I'd love to hear your story if you're down for it."

Hyewon and Yuri share a glance and then start to laugh for seemingly no reason. It turns into a full fit that suddenly has you in a tight, three way hug. 

"We'd love to," Yuri says when she catches her breath again. "After all, you somewhat got us together. I told Hye that we should try to invite you to the marriage."

"Nah, it's good. How about I pay for the first round of drinks because of your amazing performance and then for the second round 'cuz I got a big promotion today."

"What if I want a third round though?" Hyewon asks jokingly.

"Babe, you can never handle three rounds," Yuri responds with sass and pulls the two of you to a nearby table.

"Looks like you just qualified yourself to pay for the third round then, Yuri."

#

"Like I said," Yuri babbles, her pitch high as the love story reaches its conclusion. "Hye was so scared to tell her father, but I had already bought the rings and planned the dresses, the cake—her mom was literally involved in everything—so on a Saturday night I poured her a third tequila shot—look how done she is after only two!"

Yuri points at her wife, whose head rests on her shoulder with heavy eyes and a rosy hue on her cheeks. Hyewon is in a drunk-dazed heaven, smiling stupidly, while trying to disagree with sounds that almost sound like words.

"Anyways, she was loose and so I dragged her over, we told him and—it was a stressful minute, I tell you that—after a minute he hugged us wordlessly. We kinda had no idea what it meant but during the wedding he looked happy, at peace basically."

"Okay, wow that is—"

Even your tenth reaction to Hyewon and Yuri's story, from threesome over dating to coming out to marriage, is cut short, this time by Hyewon groaning out a functioning sentence from her lip stick and alcohol covered lips.

"Babe, you, you forgot the part where, when you had to quit your job then."

"Oh, I'd love to hear about that too!" you quickly add, reminiscing about their amazing vocal performance. "Why did you decide to only sing for a living?"

Yuri puts on a sad smile as she strokes Hyewon's hair. Her gaze rests upon her empty glass, her orbs turn glassy for a moment then she shakes her head as if to shrug off what's bothering her.

"That's just about, you know, my former job. When I quit because we wanted to focus on music, some were angry because they thought I abandoned the team for childish dreams while others were… not so supportive of us. Ah, just forget it, it's fine."

"Sorry you had to go through it and sorry for bringing it up," you quickly apologize.

"Jeez, I said it's fine, don—"

"Let me make it up to you with a third round and the promise to meet the two of you here again."

Raise your hand to call the waiter while Yuri searches for something in Hyewon's pocket, but the older keeps nuzzling closer and closer as she dozes off. When the drinks arrive, Yuri slips you a phone.

"Put in your numbern" she whispers. "I bet she'll want to hear more from you too."

"Thank you. I assume you don't want to hear from me then?" you chuckle.

"That's right!" Yuri shouts and lifts her glass on high, so the entire bar can hear her. "I'm only here for the drinks. Cheers!"

#

Even the greatest party needs to come to an end at some point. 3am is when you pay for the drinks and call a cab. You barely find your way up the drive way into your house, which is not that bad, because now you don’t need to go sleep in the same bed as Eunbi and instead have the couch for you alone. It has never been so cozy.

Speaking of Eunbi, her acting is almost great. She apparently was so worried about you last night, and all the other nights the last couple of months. Now she found you on the couch, an obvious hangover by the way you scrunch your forehead. She puts her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in circles, playing the worried wife like it’s in her script. 

“No, this looks wrong, I swear,” you try to laugh it off but Eunbi is just getting closer. God, you can smell all the other people on her. It’s like she showered in a dozen different men’s perfume and deodorant just to taunt you. Ignore the mocking, you’re above this. 

“Then what is it supposed to look like, babe?” Eunbi asks, her eyes wide and shimmering. “I’m willing to believe you, but you have to tell me why you got so wasted.”

“Well, I…” 

It’s best to mix the lie with some truth to the point where you might believe it yourself.

“I, surprisingly, got a great promotion, and we went out partying for a long ti—”

“Oh my God, babe, that’s awesome!”

Out of nowhere, Eunbi casts aside all her concern and launches herself atop of you. You immediately tense up. Feeling the incredible curves of her body has never felt so wrong, so traumatic. Groan and put a palm to your temple to signal her your distress, but she continues to bounce on your lap. 

“All your heart work paid off, I’m so proud!” she shouts gleefully, her arms tight around your throat in what looks like a loving embrace but feels a lot more like someone strangling you. “I almost thought you were out there getting addicted to whiskey every night.”

And you are addicted to men, Eunbi.

Addicted to sex, to being unloyal, to being creamed by other men.

You are the addict, you heartbreaking bitch.

But the words don’t come out. They run circles in your head while Eunbi’s clothed entrance rubs circles over your not-growing, not-aroused dick. You’re not going to surrender to her fuckable body, instead gently pushing her sides and groaning unduly. 

“Yeah, no, this was a one time thing. I should sober up, my head fucking hurts.”

“Should I get you some water and painkillers?” Eunbi asks and gets off of your lap to jog to the kitchen.

“Yes, please—”

—and then get out of my life.

#

The following months brought some drastic changes. Not only is your work harder, it’s also not optional anymore. You started to put up better numbers because of your overtime work, which was due to Eunbi. Now, you can’t escape it anymore. Working from 6am to 10pm is normal, hell, on some days you wish you could sleep three hours. 

But everytime you look at your new bank account—can’t let Eunbi have all the access—it all seems worth it. The pay is ungodly, you have way too much money. Even after taxes and buying two new cars to not look ‘broke’ next to all the other board members, you still have no clue what to do with all of it. Two or three more years, and you could retire wealthy beyond belief. Begs the question why these people usually don’t and continue working.

Another change to your life comes through Hyewon and Yuri. By themselves, they installed a new social life in your life. At least two times per month, the three of you meet up in a bar. You get to know new people, entirely different from you, but also basically the same. Everyone is tired from work, so it’s time to drink and party. You almost forgot how good it feels to have a variety of friends—from those that are perfect for loose parties to those that deeply care about you. 

Hyewon is the best of those friends. Nothing about your brief yet intense past seems to stick on her. She is chill around you, goofy and not at all awkward. Yuri is quite similar, though a bit more extravagant and flamboyant, which makes them the absolute gay-power couple. They just click, it’s perfect, young love. 

“Reminds me of myself.” Your lips betray you.

“What?” Hyewon shouts back, over the obnoxiously loud bass of the rock band on stage.

“Ah, nothing. Just a little envious~” you respond with fake annoyance and raise your glass for a toast. Hyewon hesitates, very out of character.

“Nah, I’m not toasting your glass before you tell me what you mean,” Hyewon says and stares into your soul with her drunk, teary eyes. Maybe she is not that drunk? Maybe you can finally open up about it?

“Really, it’s nothing.”

“Nuh-uh, tell me outside.”

And with that, Hyewon walks out the front door, you in tow as your tie becomes completely undone and your shirt is a mess. Outside you do not find privacy, just a lot of strangers talking, laughing, smoking. This time you pull Hyewon further down the street next to your parked Porsche, where it’s less likely for someone to hear you.

“Now you gotta… tell me,” Hyewon babbles.

“You are drunk, you’re not gonna remember it anyways.”

“Nuh-uh,” she says again, hitting your chest with her long, painted nails. “You need to spill it now, I’ll remember. Like I remember you only asking about me and Yuri and never talking about yourself.”

She’s spot on. You never wanted to talk about it. Eunbi’s name is pain, you don’t need to make the newfound pleasure and joy in your life go away because of her. This cheating whore—she should just go away at this point.

“You remember why we met?” you carefully ask Hyewon, testing if she is capable of understanding even though she is under heavy influence.

“Yes, your girl cheated on you.”

“Guess what: I married that girl.”

“Oh,” Hyewon says and after some delay smiles brightly. “So you talked it out and things got better? That’s why you didn’t come back, right?”

“Let’s just say that,” you gulp and your hands form fists. “Some people don’t change.”

“Fuck,” Hyewon’s pointy heels hit the sidewalk hard. “I’m sorry about that. Was it a bad divorce?”

“Huh? She still lives with you? In the same house? You share the same bed?”

“I—I did not divorce her.”

“I-I did not say that!”

“But it’s true!” Hyewon steps closer and grabs your collar. “I can see it in your eyes, you can’t let go. You hate her, but you can’t throw her away, although she deserves it.”

You want to grab Hyewon’s wrist, push her to the side and run away shouting words of denial that you are stronger than this, that she is wrong, that she doesn’t get it. However, Hyewon doesn’t deserve it—even worse, she is absolutely right.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Yes,” she whispers and lets go. The two of you lean onto the Porsche in silence, watching customers of the bar pass by without worries, without hate, without defeat. The liquor has done wonders, turning a negative week positive. The same can’t be said about you. You feel exposed, utterly defeated by Hyewon’s words. 

“Fuck you,” you groan, face hidden in hands. “Fuck you for being right, Hyewon.”

“Sorry, but you had to hear it,” she responds and pats your back. “You need to tear her out of your life, like a terribly written chapter in a book or like awful lyrics that you wrote while high on midnight wine and sex.

“You get me?”

“I think.”

“Good.”

The world might not be good at this moment, yet Hyewon’s reassurance, her slow pats on your shoulder, her strong posture in her stunning red dress and the loving, tipsy smile on her beaming face are enough to show you the light of a better world.

“What about you?” you suddenly ask, wiping away tears you did not weep. “Something you’re hiding or keeping down?”

Hyewon looks away, her smile filling with a hint of agony, though nothing of her stunning beauty fades.

“You got me there. It’s something that’s been bugging me for maybe half a year. I know I shouldn’t but—I can’t get away from the thought, you know?”

“I would know if you would tell me,” you say playfully. Now it’s your turn to massage her shoulder, give reassurance, though you don’t know if you have any.

“It’s just that I—

“I want to have a child—my child. I love Yuri more than anything, I will never regret choosing her and only her, but this longing… it does not go away.”

“And adopting is not an option? S-sorry if that was insensitive…”

“No, it’s fine. I just want to be pregnant and raise my child together with her. You know what, forget that. It has to remain a dream.”

Suddenly, a friend of both you and Hyewon sprints out of the bar and looks around in dramatic panic until he finds the two of you. He takes leaps towards you, almost lands face first on the concrete before catching his small frame and coming to a halt.

“Hyewon,” he gasps out in between huffs and puffs. “Yuri is—she is so full, completely—you know?”

“That girl,” Hyewon sighs.

#

You return home on the same night. Your chat with Hyewon sucked out all the power the liquor usually has over you. It means that you are able to think about her words and take her seriously, but you’ll also have to live with Eunbi laying next to you, smelling like foreign sweat and cum again. You could choose the couch, but you haven’t gotten around to having it replaced with a couch where it’s better to sleep on. 

The moment you open the main door, you hear screams coming from the bedroom. Deja Vu, not the subtle kind, more like a fucking train running you over. You still remember the one time she did it almost two years ago where you caught her. This is basically the same. The same sounds, the same gut wrenching punch to your gut, hell, even the groans by the guy sound the same—

Could it be?

Eunbi, in her brand new bikini, rides the same fucking guy from back then while he has his disgusting, greedy hands all over her skin, spanking it and making her scream even louder. 

Like a silent assassin, you sneak towards the slightly ajar bedroom door. Dimmed lights illuminate the room which is filled by the smell of sex and the repetitive sounds of skin on skin. You take out your phone and use it as a mirror to catch a glimpse of what’s happening.

“You like that, you whore?” he growls at her, smiling stupidly dazed.

“Yes, oh God! Hit my tits!”

“I swear to God, your husband must be such a faggot for not immediately fucking you in that outfit. You look like a fucking breeding cow!”

“Yes, I’m cumming!”

“He can’t make you cum!”

The guy squeezes, then twists Eunbi’s breasts as she trembles, screams and squirts to an absolutely ridiculous level, one that even pornography can ot reach. She lets herself fall forward and the guy finishes inside her after a couple of thrusts. His rancid cum leaks out from every corner of Eunbi’s loose pussy. 

You almost throw up. You hurry towards the front door and hide in the back of your car. There is rage, embarrassment, pain—you can’t confront her, hell, you can’t even confront him when he leaves the house like a king, the sun slowly rising in the background. 

Your mind is empty, empty to the point it’s completely clear. You wait for Eunbi to fall asleep, then collect all the camera’s you have installed and throw them in a public trash bin. Afterwards, you clean up the house, dusting off as quietly as possible while also collecting dirty clothes to wash them (there is fucking leftover cum on some of her clothes and towels).

Lastly, you lay down next to her for a second and check if she has cleaned herself properly. 

This fucking whore, I—

“Honey, sorry for not making it last night,” you shout, pretending to come home at 5am. Eunbi shrieks and shoots up, still dressed in the brown bikini, still cum oozing from her cunt. She tries to hide herself underneath a blanket.

“Ba-babe, tha-that’s totally fine,” she responds nervously, looking very puzzled because of your tired yet bright smile.

“I saw you cleaned the house, it looks wonderful!” you compliment her.

“I, uhm.”

“Hey, even the washing machine is running—and did you bring out the trash already?”

“Well, I—”

“God, you look so hot in that bikini,” you lean down to her and cup her bountiful breasts. “I could devour you right now. Did you really wear it just for me?”

“I—

Eunbi hesitates, turns away for a second to look out of the window. She is thinking about it, clearly. This is where her final redemption can start, the way to salvation is to reveal all of her sin, the only way she can come back is to…

“I’m glad you noticed, babe,” she says with the fakest of smiles. “And yes, I would only wear this for you. B-but I’m not feeling it right now, you understand?”

You nod.

“I love you, Eunbi.”

You lying devil.

#

How did you end up here?

“Are you sure about this, Yuri?”

“Yes, do you really want this, babe?”

Yuri folds her arms and raises both her eyebrows.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, I want this!”

With all doubts seemingly out of the way, the three of you make your way to the bedroom. Hyewon’s and Yuri’s apartment is small, but very cozy, the perfect place to live a relaxed, problem free life. 

But they decided to get you involved. You’re a problem here. Sure, you might have helped at starting their relationship in the first place, but now you’re here for chaos. 

Hyewon sinks onto the sheets first, Yuri’s fingers entangled with hers. Your fingers find the hem of Hyewon’s short dress. The angelic garment feels incredible, pure even in your hand and so you only hike it up with care, deeply in awe of what you’re about to see.

Meanwhile, Hyewon is a lot less pedantic and awestruck. She yanks Yuri closer, shortly fiddles with the button of her jeans and then quickly starts to undress her wife. The denim is quickly gone and before Hyewon can attack the white lace panties, Yuri shoves her lover's face into them. 

“Use your precious tongue, honey~”

Oops, you almost started to stare for too long. Better continue your hike up Hyewon’s beautiful, bountiful legs to her holy sanctuary, covered by the same lace she so greedily licks and nibbles on. Your digits hook into the white fabric and slowly pull it down, making Hyewon melt further into Yuri’s pussy. 

“You’re getting so excited, huh~?” Yuri teases and pats Hyewon’s head. The older girl nods while you start to fold her dress to finally see her wet, shaven cunt. You can smell the excitement, the arousal, the anticipation of what is about to happen to her. Now you consider yourself lucky to not have slept with anyone, which potentially avoided any and all STDs. 

It lets you create trouble.

#

How did you end up here?

It’s two days after Hyewon officially asked you to impregnate her. Tomorrow she will ask her wife in what you can only imagine will be the most stressful talk in her entire life. Today however, is not tomorrow. Today is the day you got your STD test back. Hyewon wanted you to take it for if things go her way and Yuri actually agrees to this chaotic proposal.

To no surprise, the results are negative. After all, you haven’t touched Eunbi in forever and by the way she lets seemingly everyone cum inside her, you wouldn’t be surprised if she caught anything. In the end, that was not enough however. You needed to make sure.

A bottle of champagne, neatly placed on the living room table. You put some decorations around it. Eunbi will appear here any minute, you told her you have a surprise waiting, something that will make her speechless, breathless even. 

“Hey, honey,” Eunbi announces her return, grocery bags in hands. “What is it you wanted to tell me?”

“Eunbi, I—the reason why I even took a day off is—nah, come on over! Let’s raise a glass first, shall we!”

The glasses are already filled, well prepared. Eunbi seems utterly perplexed. “Champagne in the middle of the day? Honey, what are you planning~?”

Trouble, bitch.

#

“Oh, yes, eat me, Hye, eat me.”

Yuri has started to tear off her t-shirt, the top underneath as well, to sit on Hyewon’s face completely naked. You on the other hand have only fished out your hard cock, which the incredible display of passion and erotic has surely made harder than ever. The straps of Hyewon’s dress have also started to fall down her shoulders. Finally, the chaos is coming together.

“The two of you are so hot,” you compliment and lean towards them. 

“I know,” Yuri responds in between moans and grinds her soaking pussy more and more on Hyewon’s mouth. “Your mouth is so pretty, so go-good.”

“Hyewon, are you ready?” you ask the woman below you, her nipples peeking out from her dress, her legs spread wide and invitingly and her pussy twitching when you rub up and down her labia. 

Hyewon finds her way out from in between Yuri’s thighs and rests her head back against her lover’s tight stomach. Deep breaths and eyes of absolute need signal you that yes, she is more than ready. The same goes for Yuri, who is on the one hand very fixated on rubbing and drooling all over Hyewon’s collarbone, while her eyes are focused on your cock.

“Watch him closely,” Yuri whispers. “He is going to give you our child.”

With that, you push inside of Hyewon’s awaiting pussy.

#

“What are we celebrating? Did you get another promotion?”

Eunbi looks genuinely curious. Strange, she hasn’t asked about your work at any previous point in time, unless it was about when you would be home. Keep the sarcasm to yourself, you don't want to spoil the actual surprise.

"Oh, sweety," you laugh with full bass. "No more promotions needed, we are set for life. Which is why I bought a new house!"

"No, you didn't!" Eunbi shouts and almost drops the glass.

"Careful, careful, don't spill it."

"Oh my God, you are crazy. Where is this house? Still in Korea or…"

You raise your glass towards her and smirk.

"I'll only tell you if you would do me the honor."

Eunbi reciprocates the smirk.

"Of course, darling."

The two of you set the glasses to your lips. Your eyes are wide open, your heart beats in an uncontrollable flurry as you watch Eunbi down the champagne quickly, almost in one go. You're quick to follow, while a new wind of fresh air fills your nostrils.

This should not feel this good.

#

"Ah!"

Hyewon screeches when you pierce her tight pussy open. She clings onto her wife's thighs, gripping them tightly while blurting her initial, high-pitched moans straight into the pussy above her.

"You take it so well, baby," Yuri groans and rubs Hyewon's breasts with the sweaty palms of her hands. "Squeeze him dry."

Place both hands on Hyewon’s hips and begin to slowly pump into the woman, your cock stretching her walls, filling her whole. When Yuri suddenly starts to play with the small, hidden clit above the entrance, Hyewon becomes noticebly wetter, to the point where you hear the wet sounds of her arousal. It spreads around her crotch, your crotch, her legs, your legs, the bed’s legs, until everything is a glorious mess.

“Oh, I can feel him inside you, baby,” Yuri husks as her hand roams Hyewon’s abdomen. She has gotten off her lover's face and is now gazing at it, her eyes lustful, demanding for Hyewon to be bred. “Soon, I’ll feel something else knock from inside.”

“Yu-Yuri, I’m getting close!” Hyewon screeches, her fingers wrapping around your wrists as you grip her pale body tighter and tighter as she gets tighter and tighter. “I’m about to—”

“Don’t hold back,” Yuri demands and her hand slips down to Hyewon’s clit again and rubs furiously. “I want to see you cum, cum as you finally receive this gift.”

Well, there goes the last shadow of a doubt that Yuri might have something against this crazy idea. Turns out she is even more insane than you or Hyewon. She gets off on you pounding, dominating her wife and she does the same, finally choking Hyewon’s throat gently while bringing her to a loud, splashing orgasm. From the corner of her eye, you see her urging you to not cum yet. 

If she just knew how hard this is with Hyewon wringing all over your lubricated, diamond-like cock. Her pussy sucks you in, takes your breath away, yet you are able to make Yuri’s wish come true. Just close your eyes and imagine something normal is happening, a walk in the park, a nice summer breeze, the beautiful green of the leaves—

“You are so hot, baby, eat me~”

Yuri climbs on top of Hyewon’s face again, her subtle ass turned towards you as she slams her pussy on Hyewon’s panting mouth and rubs herself all over the most flushed, most perfect features to ever graze the earth. Hyewon is barely able to stick out her tongue to tickle Yuri’s clit and it’s so endearing, you just have to make it more difficult for her.

Fold Hyewon. It's as easy as folding a piece of paper. Hyewon’s feet dangle in the air, her toes curl frantically, trying to reach the ceiling to find grip, but she is helpless. At first she lost control over her body due to the mind-blowing orgasm, now it’s because Yuri and you use her as you please. Hyewon is a tool for pleasure and she couldn’t feel more pleasure.

“Your tongue, baby, put it in—ah!” Yuri’s climax was predictable. Her small frame trembles throughout, her adorable butt is right in front of you. You take a risk and fold Hyewon further, your lips now right on Yuri’s cheek. Your lick right across it. “N-not you! B-but don’t stop now!”

So you continue. Your tongue travels all over Yuri’s cheeks, an adventure almost as good as the adventure your cock takes inside Hyewon, exploring every single place inside her scorching cunt. You eventually end up in Yuri’s butt, twirling your tongue, getting her addictive taste on your tastebuds. Sadly, you’re unable to go all out on Hyewon in the meantime, so she scrapes your shoulders, probably feeling neglected. When you look down however, she opens her mouth wide and begs in the most adorable, lewd voice:

“Share?”

You drool right into the awaiting Hyewon, transferring the taste of her wife’s asshole, but it’s not enough, you need to dive into her lips and force her tongue around in her mouth. There is no other option, you need to melt into Hyewon to give her the perfect child, a child conceived under the most ridiculous, feverish and unexplainable circumstances possible.

Yuri’s nails dig in your neck.

“Enough fun. Give her your fucking cum!”

Open your eyes a final time to find Hyewon, fucked silly, sweat, tears, girl cum all over her face and hair, eyes barely open, mouth barely closed—why is she more perfect, the messier she gets? You thrust deeply a couple of times and with a final sprint, you finish the race, with Hyewon bred and Yuri rubbing her clit in a daze. 

“Don’t pull out yet,” she babbles. “I need to—fuck—I need to get the plug first.”

#

“It needs to look like champagne, untraceable, no weird smells or anything.

“Yes, I know that that is fucking elaborate and costly, I don’t care.

“Do you want to be on the board or not? I thought so.

“We have a deal then.

“Hm? No, her death does not need to be quick.”

Infact, I want it to be as long and painful as possible.

# 20 years later #

You open the window and watch the wind splash water against the shore of Malta. This view alone is worth thirty million euros apparently—you’re inclined to agree. The blue of the ocean meets the white stones, it’s a perfect match. No matter how rough the wind comes and goes, no matter how high the sea levels may rise, these two will never betray each other.

A knock on your front door. The way she knocks is unmistakable. Ever since moving to this long forgotten, barely reachable island, you have never felt the need to hurry about anything. It’s all calm and quiet out here—you’d need to go back to Korea for your life to be busy again. But if you’d go back again, your need to see her would be too big.

You couldn’t do that to her mothers.

“Hello, dear Godfather,” the beautiful girl says with a smile and playfully bows her head.

“Hello, dear Godchild,” you return the smile and the bow. “Didn’t your mother teach you how to properly bow?”

“Which one?” she asks, not able to contain her laughter. “The one that sings or the one that sings?”

“It’s nice to see you again, Minju.”

I missed you, my daughter.

(A/N: I hope you all had a happy june/Pride month!)

#kpop smut #male reader insert #female idol smut #izone smut #girl group smut #male reader #male reader smut #hyewon smut #yuri smut #eunbi smut

[omegamannn]

The Omega Library 5/10

IVE(2/2) Yujin(2/2) -Get'cha head in the game feat. Haewon -Body party -Want -Inspection day feat. Eunbi & Chaewon -One of the boys -Insatiable -Morning Mating -Fantasize -Attractive Neighbor -A fearless dive feat. Chaewon -Iff -Pool Party -Nothing more, nothing less -Untitled g!p -Untitled g!p stepmom Rei -"I am" a bitch -Where our blue is -Two selfies and a GIF Wonyoung -Overindulgent -Face Fucking -Flawless -High Rise -Mafia's Daughter -Cheat day -Overindulgent -The games we play: A tale of lust -Maknae on top feat. Eunbi -The rabbit -Reputation, or whatever that is -Baby Daddy -Smut dump 1 -Scatterbrain Gaeul -Seven(M) -Viewing Pleasure -Pink sheets of the gangbang queen Liz -Perfection, we find IZ*ONE Minju -Anytime, Anywhere -Frat Boy -Diplomacy -One weird day -Mrs. Kim -Needy. Greedy. Breedy -Home -SULLied MINd feat. Sullyoon Hyewon -Honey, This Car Isn't Big Enough for the Two Of Us -Roomates pt. 1 -Roomates pt. 2 feat. Eunbi -Fallen Angel -Competition Jo Yuri -Friends that can keep a secret -Juicy Juicy -Friday -Enjoy Chaeyeon -Acquamarine Nako -Camera Shy

#smut #kpop #girl group #TheOmegaLibrary #izone #ive

[vex91]

IZ*ONE Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Kwon Eunbi:

Nothing yet...

Miyawaki Sakura:

- Let's share (f)

- Now you have me (af)

Kang Hyewon:

Nothing yet...

Choi Yena:

- Irresistible (f)

- Things you do because of love (f)

- Taste of a lie (a)

- A little delay (f) (s)

Lee Chaeyeon:

Nothing yet...

Kim Chaewon:

- Lover (smau)

- I'm here (af)

- Let's share (f)

- Lesson (Yandere AU) (f) (s)

Kim Minju:

Nothing yet...

Yabuki Nako:

Nothing yet...

Honda Hitomi:

Nothing yet...

Jo Yuri:

Nothing yet...

Ahn Yujin:

- What's After Like? (smau)

- Matchmaker (smau)

- Dance with me (f)

- I only need you (f)

- More than good enough (af)

- Sulky puppy (af)

- You're mine (f)

- Always have (af)

- Fan (f)

- Knight in shining armor (Royal AU) (f)

- Regular customer (f)

- We'll make this work (Highschool AU) (f)

- A visitor (f)

- Deal (Vampire AU) (f)

- Skater girl (f)

- The best one (f) (s)

- Next time think twice (f) (s)

- I'll make it quick (f) (s)

- Clothes (f)

- Fading future (Non Idol AU) (a)

- Attractive neighbor (Non Idol AU) (f) (s)

- Race (Racer AU) (f)

- I don't want to lose you (Apocalypse AU) (af)

Jang Wonyoung:

- Matchmaker (smau)

- Smile through the pain (a)

- Serious (af)

OT12:

Nothing yet...

#iz*one x reader #izone x reader #kwon eunbi x reader #miyawaki sakura x reader #kang hyewon x reader #choi yena x reader #lee chaeyeon x reader #kim chaewon x reader #kim minju x reader #yabuki nako x reader #honda hitomi x reader #jo yuri x reader #ahn yujin x reader #jang wonyoung x reader

[russett-pots]

your fav smut of every group/artist u stan?

Okay. I need to confess two things here. One I only read izone smuts and two I haven't been reading as much as I should. I just get off to the stuff I already know I like. So this is going to be a boring ask this time. Ill try to answer it as best as I can.

Izone (okay there are a ton of fics that I have read and which I loved). -@scherzonatic's exclusive scoop (has both Minju and Chaewon). I think this is one of the first fics I have ever read and my favorite hands down. So it is special in another way.

Ive - @iznsfw's First place (Gaeul).

Lesserafim (if you count stuff pre-lsf)- @writerpeach's High tension (Sakura)

Kwon Eunbi-@closedafterdark's Double Trouble

Kang Hyewon- Anothjer @scherzonatic work. Retaliation. Okay, this is Non-con but it is a prequel to one of my favorite fluffs.

Choi Yena- Okay idk if this counts. But it is more Minju but I loved the Yena scene. @scherzonatic's Daydream

Jo Yuri- Okay this is a foursome but if you like joyuriz then this is for you. Trio (IZ*ONE Yena & Chaewon & Yuri)

Twice- (I have stopped following twice before I read smuts. so I haven't read most of them.) @fillinforlater's Commitment (Dahyun). Lots of emotions when reading this.

Fromis_9-@akibaadmirer's Gyuphoria ft. fromis_9 Gyuri (fromtober Day 4). If you like dub-con and futa. this is for you.

Some honorable mentions for groups that I don't really follow but I have read something from them.

Oh My Girl-@ggidolsmuts's Penpals (Arin). Has a great sequel. Roleplaying

IU- @worldsover's Kinktober Day 16, Gangbang

#ask #anon #list of fics

[leivonewrites]

IZ*ONE

HEADCANONS

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REACTIONS

— ...

SCENARIOS

— ...

MISCELLANEOUS

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kwon eunbi

...

miyawaki sakura

...

kang hyewon

...

choi yena

...

lee chaeyeon

...

kim chaewon

...

kim minju

i wanna be yours

♡ fem!reader // smut, romance // series

yabuki nako

...

honda hitomi

...

jo yuri

...

ahn yujin

...

jang wonyoung

strawberry kisses

♡ fem!reader // fluff, romance // 557

[lluvia-apocaliptica]

My beloved strawberry ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡ (Headers are not mine! Credits to the original owners <3)

#jo yuri #wonyoung #yena #hyewon #jang wonyoung #eunbi #izone layouts #izone icons #yuri izone #kpopidol #kpop aesthetic #kpop gg #kpop girls #kpop layouts #kpop smut #kpopccc #girls icons #girl group #ggroup packs #lq ggs #ggs packs #kpop #gg icons #ggs icons

[ggidolsmuts]

(Smut version) CC - Iz*One Chaewon

"Okay, so who knows the answer to this question?" You ask your small but noisy class of students, looking at the clock at the back of the classroom and hoping this tutorial session of yours is ending soon - the class is too energetic for you. Your professor thrust this on you - apparently you did too well in her first-year class, so instead of one of her graduate students, you, a third-year, ended up as a teaching assistant for the class you took just two years ago. At least the pay was good for a college student, so you didn't complain.

"Me me me! The answer is 5x + 2." A long-haired blonde, Yena was it? Answered eagerly.

"Not quite-"

"No stupid, it's 5x2 + 2!" A feisty long-haired student called out from behind, firing a mocking lock at Yena for answering incorrectly.

"Ahahahah dummy!"

"That's enough Hyewon, good job Chaewon, but that is rude of you, there is no need to call others out."

"But-but she had the wrong answer!"

"And you had the wrong way of giving the right answer. Apologize to Yena."

"But what about Hye-"

"Apologize." You ask of Chaewon, sharpening your tone. Her face turns red, abashed at being put on the spot in front of her classmates.

"I-I'm sorry Yena."

"It's okay..." Yena replies timidly, the entire room going quiet at your tone.

"Good, moving on. As Chaewon said, the answer is 5x2 + 2, the reason that is the answer is because..." You launch into the explanation of the question, and the rest of the session goes by smoothly without incident. The students file out the door, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom. All but one make it out the door.

"Chaewon, a moment please."

"I'm sorry I-" You wave her off.

"No, not that, I'm glad you know what you did was wrong though. I wanted to talk to you about something else." She stands in front of you nervously, her hands fidgeting with her notebook.

"You got the question right in class, and I know you get the concepts because you ask the right questions, but Professor Bae says you're scoring poorly on the homeworks and quizzes, why is that?"

"I live in the dorms with the other students in the class, and you know how they are, you can barely keep them quiet in class."

"I've noticed, but Professor Bae says they're quiet in her classes."

"Well have you seen her? We're all scared of her!"

"Fine, but what's your point?"

"At the dorms it gets so noisy, I can't concentrate and study properly there."

"Go study at the library then."

"Too far, we have lots of dorm events going on, I don't want to miss out on those when they're available."

"Hmm... why don't you come to my office hours?"

"Your office hours?"

"Yeah, not many people come by for help, it'll be quiet, and I'll be available if you need help."

"Is that okay? I can just come by and study, even if I have no questions?"

"Of course!"

"That's great! When are your hours again?"

"Monday and Thursday, 5 to 7 in the evening."

"I'll be there, thank you!" She heads to the door, turning around and waving adorably at you, and you feel your heart stop for a moment - how is she so cute?

You wave back.

"No problem."

Chaewon becomes a regular at your office hours, always greeting you cheerily, before going quiet and burying her head in the books. The two of you usually enjoy the quiet classroom together, you working on your own homework while Chaewon goes over the latest chapter Professor Bae covered, occasionally asking you the odd question or two about a concept.

Over time you got to know her better, the two of you talking about the class, the professor, and just university life in general. She was always loud and noisy around her fellow friends, but surprisingly by herself she was more demure and low-key. Your personal highlight of those office hours is when she would give you a cute "Have a good night oppa!" before heading back to her dorm. In one of your office hours before the midterm, Chaewon makes a request.

"I'm having some trouble with these questions, can you go through them with me?"

"Of course." You sit down next to her, the two of you sharing the laptop screen. She points out the questions she has problems with and the two of you work through each and every one of them. About three quarters of the way through Chaewon glances at the computer clock, seeing that it is almost 7 pm.

"Oh no, time's almost up! Do you have to go at 7?" She looks at you with wide open eyes, frustration written on her face for not being able to get through all the questions in time.

"No it's fine, we can keep going, I want to make sure you understand everything." She gives you a grateful nod, and the two of you keep going. Unfortunately the last few questions are the hardest, and Chaewon has difficulty grasping those. Time drags on, and you feel yourself losing concentration, nodding off while she works on the problem. You shake your head, trying to clear your drowsiness. You lean towards the laptop, trying to read the question she's working on.

"Chaewon which one are you working on, do you have any questions?"

"Yes I'm-"

She stops talking abruptly, and you turn to face her. Both of you had leaned toward the laptop, and the two of you were close, far too close. You feel your face burning up, unable to tear away from her - you knew she was pretty, but seeing her blushing face so close to yours, you found her gorgeous. Chaewon snaps both of you out of it, pulling away from you and stammering.

"I-I think I'm done, I don't have any more questions, I'll see you oppa, h-have a good night!" You sit there wordlessly as Chaewon stuffs everything in her bag in a rush, dashing out the classroom without even a wave.

Your heart won't slow down.

------------

A few days after the midterm, you knock on the door with labeled "Professor Bae Yoon Jung".

"Come in."

"Yes professor, you wanted to see me?"

"I just wanted to say that you're doing a excellent job, the students in your section did really well this midterm. Chaewon made a huge improvement."

"Thank you professor, I am glad to hear they did well." You're happy that Chaewon did well on the test, maybe a bit too happy - you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

"What's with the smile on your face?"

"I'm just glad Chaewon's doing well, she's been coming to my office hours often, so I'm glad to have been of help to her."

"Keep at it then, here are the tests for your section, give it back to them later today." She pats the stack of papers on her desk.

"Yes professor." Right, you had a session with the class to go over the tests later. You hadn't seen Chaewon since that evening... why are you so nervous? Why are you looking forward to it?

After lunch you find yourself walking to the usual classroom, your heartbeat rising as you open the door. The classroom is shockingly quiet, all the students nervous about the results of the midterm. You are determined not to scan the room for Chaewon, so you dive straight into it.

"Hey class, I'll cut to the chase, good job on the midterm, the median was a 77, average was 80 overall. Professor Bae was very pleased with this section's scores, I think almost everyone got an A, so really good job there. I'll return the tests now and go over each question." You look down at the papers and begin calling out names.

"Kwon Eunbi." A short-haired student came bounding up to you, and as always you found yourself trying not to admire her amazing body while giving her her test back. "Good job." You say to her while looking down at the next name.

"Honda Hitomi." A quiet blonde with squishy cheeks came up to you. You only remember her as being extremely quiet in class, but Chaewon mentioned in one of your conversations that she's really nice and kind to all of them. You give her the test with a nod and a quiet "Good job!" She sees her score and almost skips back to her seat.

"Nabuki Yako-"

"It's Yabuki Nako!" You hear giggles from the class as a petite student comes walking up to you, her face pouty and indignant as you got her name wrong again.

"Right, I'm so sorry Nako, here you go, you did a great job."

"Thank you!" She beams at the score she got.

"Choi Yena." The long-hair blonde approaches you, picking up her paper but not looking at the score.

"You did fine, got that question right too!" You try to encourage her, and she allows herself to take a peek.

"Oh, oh wow, nice!" She pumps her fist and makes her way back to her seat.

"Jo Yuri." Yena stops and comes back to you.

"I'll take it, we look alike."

"I'm here, she can take it!" You wave and see a second Yena - right, they always sat together and you wondered if they were twins, but apparently not.

"Uh sure... good job Yuri!" You call out to her before looking at the next test. "Kang Hyewon." Yena stops and doubles back again, stretching out her hand.

"I'll take it for her, she's going to be late."

"What? Why?"

"She's still eating lunch." You take a look at your watch. "She eats a lot." Yena adds when she sees your confusion. Shrugging you hand her Hyewon's paper. Your heart skips a beat when you see the next name.

"K-Kim Chaewon."

Your heart skips again when you see her rise elegantly from her seat and walk towards you. Normally the students are dressed in casual outfits, but Chaewon seemed really well made up today, her bangs perfect, her long hair lightly curled, and wearing a cute but eye-catching black one piece. She strides up and stops in front of you.

"Hi."

"H-hi." You manage to stammer out.  

"Ooh la la he's nervous!" Your hear from behind Chaewon, followed by a series of scandalous "oohs" from the rest of the class.

"Yah Jo Yuri!" She turns around, raising her fist in a toothless threat. Yuri sticks her tongue out, teasing you and Chaewon.

"Ahem." You clear your throat, and Chaewon turns around to you, her face red at being teased.

"Right, sorry..."

"Here you go, you did a great job."

"Thanks." She looks down at her test. "Wait really?!" You smile and nod at her. What follows can only be described as a shrill squeal of joy as she bounces back to her friends, showing off her score proudly.

"Next is... Lee Chaeyeon." A student with brilliant red hair comes towards you.

"Top score as always, really good job."

"Thank you!" She beams and returns to her seat, the other students envious of her, wanting to take a look at her exam to see what the correct answers were to the questions they got wrong. You go through a few more names.

"Miya- Miyawa... er, Sakura?"

The nervous girl sitting next to Chaeyeon comes forward.

"Good job, you did well this time."

"That's because the game servers were down the night before!" You hear Nako tease. Sakura doesn't say anything, so perhaps she was right.

"Uh huh... well, keep at it!" She quietly collects her paper and returns to her seat.

"Kim Minju... Angel?"

"You actually put that as your name on the test? Ahahahaha!" You hear the unmistakable laughter of Chaeyeon coming from the seats.

"Ahh~ It's because I lost a bet with Yena!" A tall and pretty student came walking up to you. "I didn't think you would say it out loud!" She looks at you accusingly.

"Sorry, I was just reading the name on the paper." She takes the test from you in a huff, the rest of the class cackling in laughter. You felt a little sorry for her, but also laugh along with the class - Chaewon mentioned she frequently gets made fun of because her reactions are great, and it certainly seems to be the case. You return the rest of the tests in short order.

"Okay, I think that's the class, I'll go over the questions now. So question 1..." You launch into a discussion of the test, and the class thankfully focuses, all of them quietly scribbling notes so that they don't make the same mistake again. You try to focus on going over the questions too, but you can't take your eyes off Chaewon every time you turn around to address the class - and neither could she, as the two of you catch each other's glance more than once.

The bell rings and the class begins filing out the door. You watch Chaewon and the rest of the class, but as they get to you Chaewon stops in front of you.

"Hey, I have a good joke, care to hear it?"

"Sure." Chaewon proceeds to drop a banana on your head.

"Ouch, what's that for?"

"A banana fell for you, so will you fall for me?" Chaewon asks in a singsong voice, her face turning beet red as she says it. She doesn't even grab her banana before she dashes out the door. Yuri and Yena crack up behind her after seeing the spectacle, calling after Chaewon and rushing past you to catch up to her.

"I hope you got the joke!" Yena calls out as she leaves.

You got the joke, and the question... Are you falling for her?

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The next office hours roll around, and you are not surprised, but maybe a little disappointed, to see that Chaewon didn't come to office hours. After all it was right after the midterm, so maybe she is off relaxing with her friends and didn't want to study. You shrug and sit down, taking out your laptop and working on schoolwork of your own. The clock hits 7 pm and you pack your stuff, ready to go grab food. When you open the door however, you are surprised to see Chaewon there, dressed simply in a jacket and jeans.

"C-chaewon?"

"Oh oppa, you're done? Great, let's go!"

"What are you doing here, and go where?"

"Oppa, you finished office hours right?"

"Yes...?"

Chaewon takes a deep breath, preparing herself to say something.

"Let's go on a date."

You heart starts pounding, your mouth dry, did you hear her correctly?

"What?"

"L-let's go on a date!" She looks at you, her body seemingly shrinking away from you as she begins deflating like a balloon, losing confidence at your reaction.

"I-I'm sorry Chaewon, I can't." The words leaving your mouth stab at your own heart like a invisible knife.

"Why? But... but-"

"You're my student, I won't date my student."

"You're only two years older!" She starts speaking loudly, her voice rising but also beginning to break.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I-" You twist the knife further on yourself.

"Fine!" Chaewon's face is bright red, unable to face you. Her body is shaking slightly. "I'm sorry I asked!" She shouts at you before turning away from you, walking quickly back down the hallway.

"Chaewon!" You call out to her, but she doesn't stop or turn around. All you hear is a sniffle - it travels down the hallway, a second knife striking straight at your heart.

Why does it hurt even more?

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Chaewon stops coming to your office hours, often even skipping your tutorial sessions entirely. You try to ask Yena and Yuri about her, but you don't get much out of them other than accusing looks and asking you hotly, "Why do you care?"

You find yourself missing her presence more and more, looking to her empty seat whenever you turn around to address the class, or looking up hopefully when the odd student comes to your office hours. You knew for sure you fell for her hard, but you also knew you couldn't date her then, and certainly not after that evening... you feel like you have a knife permanently buried in your heart, hurting whenever you thought about Chaewon, which was often.

To make matters worse, Professor Bae caught on as well, as she summoned you to her office close to the final exam.

"You wanted to see me professor?"

"Yes, are you still helping Chaewon in office hours?"

"No, she hasn't shown up in a while, why?"

"Her grades have been slipping since the midterm, which is not too unusual, but she has stopped coming to classes too, so I was wondering if you know anything about it."

"I haven't seen her since the midterm."

"I thought she was going to your office hours."

"She... stopped." The professor shoots you a piercing look, but you manage to stay silent, and she doesn’t pursue the matter.

"Fine. What a pity, she was doing so good too." You stand quietly by, unsure of what to say. The professor fires you another piercing look before sighing, dismissing you with a wave of her hand. "You may go." You worry about her, but there’s nothing you could do either. You hang your head and leave.

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A week before the finals during office hours, you hear a commotion outside the door. As you stride to the door to find out what's going on, it flies open, almost smacking you in the face. This is followed by a short-haired figure flying straight at you. You manage to catch them, stopping their momentum and cushioning them against your chest. You look up to see Eunbi, Hyewon, and Yena standing at the door, all three of them giggling at what happened.

"We brought you a student who needs lots of help, please take care of her!" Eunbi says before the trio of them leave in a rush. You look at the student in your arms as she pushes away from you. You want to say you barely recognize her, but you spent the past two months thinking about her, you'd recognize her anywhere with any hair style.

"Chaewon?"

"Hi oppa." She says softly. Gone is the long-haired Chaewon you knew for most of the year, instead she is sporting a bobbed hair style, curling at the end and raven black instead of the brown she had. You did not think she could look even better than before, but she has taken your breath away along with your heart.

"Your hair, it looks great!"

"Thank you..." She blushes furiously at your compliment. "We-we had a dorm event, so I decided to change my hair for it."

"Good idea, you look beautiful." The words come out from your mouth before you can stop yourself, your face turning beet red. The both of you just stand there staring at the ground, unable to look at each other.

"I-I need some help before the final exam, I missed some classes because of the dorm event, can you help me?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

You sit down with her, happy to just see her again. You can't stop smiling, and to your joy neither can she as the two of you go over questions together, almost like the two of you did before the midterms, and before you know it your time together is over. The two of you pack your bags and exit the room, looking at each other, not wanting to say goodbye. You decide to broach the awkward topic you both had floating in your minds.

"Chaewon, about last time-" Chaewon cuts you off however.

"Oppa, I want to focus on the finals right now, I need to get caught up to speed. Thank you for today, I'll see you Thursday." She says in a rush, not looking you in the eye.

"Right, sounds good, I'll see you Thursday."

Thursday couldn't come fast enough.

You counted down the hours, no, minutes, until you could see Chaewon again, and during your Thursday office hours you find yourself unable to concentrate, your ears straining, listening for any footsteps that might be coming towards the classroom. You leap out of your seat when you hear footsteps coming down the hallway, rushing to the door and opening it.

"Ah!" Chaewon shouts in surprise.

"Chaewon! I'm sorry, I heard footsteps so I t-thought it was..." You trail off, embarrassed at your own eagerness to see her. Her face turns red as she figures out the last unsaid word.

"W-well I'm here... shall we go in?"

"Oh... oh, yes." You snap yourself out of your daze, taking a seat next to Chaewon as she brings out her laptop. You go through the last few concepts that Professor Bae covered in class, luckily Chaewon had little problems following.

"Great job Chaewon, I think you have everything covered, you're more than ready for the finals, you'll be fine."

"Thank you so much oppa, I-"

You turn your head to see why she stopped talking, only to realize that once again she is far too close to you once more. You can smell the faint fragrance of her shampoo, and it is intoxicating. Like a moth to a flame you draw even closer to her, looking into her shining eyes. Chaewon's face is bright red, but she doesn't pull back. You lean forward even more, wanting to dive into those big and sparkling eyes... She bites her lower lip before shutting her eyes tightly, her lips slightly pouting. You don't even realize it, but your hand goes to her cheek, cupping her face gently. You close your eyes and lean in...

"Oppa, quick, I have a question! We couldn't figure this out at the dorms and- oh my gadness!" The door bangs open, and Yuri comes barreling in the door, dispelling all the tension in the room. The centimeters between you and Chaewon instantly get pulled to a meter as the two of you separate hastily.

Yuri grins wickedly, processing the situation. "I'm so sorry Chaewon unnie, I'll tell the others that oppa's too busy with you to answer our questions."

"Yuri I'm going to kill you!" Chaewon half screams, blushing madly.

You step in before things get worse.

"Yuri, I'll answer any questions you have, just keep it a secret for Chaewon, please?"

"Okay, first question is this." She takes out a notebook and shows you the question she intended to ask. It was straightforward and you quickly explained the solution for her, writing it down so that she could show the others the solution. She blindsides you with the second question, grinning teasingly at you.

"Do you like Chaewon unnie?"

"I..."

"Answer the question or I tell everyone at the dorm what I saw!" Chaewon raises a helpless fist at Yuri, but she doesn't say anything else either. She looks at you intently, and you see no reason to hide it any longer.

"I do, a lot." You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you say it, looking straight at Chaewon. Her eyes widen at your confession, and she shyly bites her lip, turning away from your intense look.

"You're welcome unnie! I'll let you tell him how you feel!" She waves the notebook at you. "Thank you for the answers! Both answers!" She adds cheekily and dashes out the door.

"Jo Yuri you little-!" Chaewon grits her teeth at her friend before turning back to you, the two of you alone again.

"O-oppa, I... I-"

You hush her, grabbing her by the shoulders gently.

"There's no need to say anything now, please focus on the finals, I will see you again for sure." She nods silently, packing her stuff. As she heads out of the classroom she waves at you.

"Thank you for the help oppa, I'll do well for the test."

"I'm not worried, you'll do great, good luck!" You head back to your desk, stowing your laptop in your bag, trying to process what you just said this evening.

The moment you exit the classroom you are ambushed delightfully, feeling the lightest of pecks on your cheek. You can't help but beam as you turn to see Chaewon run down the hallway, her backpack bouncing the whole day. Your woop of joy echoes down the hallway, chasing after her.

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The day of the finals comes and goes, and you can't wait to see Chaewon again. But it is more than a week later when you find yourself at Professor Bae's office once more.

"Good, you're here."

"Yes professor?"

"Here are the graded finals for your section, I emailed the class and told them to pick them up during one of the office hours, so just have them ready for your section at your next office hours."

"Got it." You flip through the papers idly.

"Chaewon did great."

"That's not what I was-"

"Shut up, I hear all kinds of giggling from your section whenever I mention the teaching assistants, and Chaewon goes completely red in the face. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not professor."

"Did you two date?"

"No! I made it clear to her that I wouldn't date a student in the class."

"Is that why she stopped going to your office hours?" She stares at you with a knowing gaze.

"...Yes."

"Ugh you guys..." She massages her forehead in frustration. "Well you did the right thing, it could've been a serious problem." She smiles at you. "But once you hand the tests back, she's no longer a student of the class... so go after her, I like Chaewon, and I can tell you do too."

"Uh... right, thank you." You're not sure what else to say, your ears burning a little at discussing Chaewon with your professor.

"Go, good job, thank you for helping me this semester."

"Not at all, thank you for the opportunity!" You give a slight bow to the professor and exit, a big grin on your face at the prospect of seeing Chaewon again.

The hours seemingly fly by, until it is time for your last office hours of the semester. Your students come in here and there, picking up their tests and thanking you for your help during the semester, until there was a stack of twelve left.

You hear a soft knock on the door, and you almost pull a muscle with how fast your head turns to the door, just in time to see Chaewon come through to the door, smiling bashfully at you. She looked adorable in her short black hair, wearing a plaid top and a short black skirt.

"Hi oppa."

"Hey Chaewon."

"I'm here to pick up the tests. You can give me the others too, I told the girls I'll pick it up for them."

"Oh okay, great, here you go." You hand over the tests to her, and she quietly puts them in her backpack.

"Thanks."

"No problem..." The atmosphere deadens, the two of you not knowing what to say, despite how much you wanted to see each other. Feeling the emotions strain against your heart, you go first, not holding back what you feel.

"I missed you, I missed you so much! I like you, I-I want to go on that date with you!" You add hastily. "T-that is, if you still want to...?"

Chaewon dives into your arms, hugging you tightly and pushing you back into yuor chair. You hear her mumble against your chest.

"I missed you too..." Sitting in your lap she looks utterly beautiful. Your heart pounds as you hold her in your arms.

"I couldn't believe you rejected me the first time, I cried all night afterwards." She whispers quietly. You hug her tight against your body, peppering her forehead with kisses.

"I-I'm sorry, I really wanted to, but it wouldn't have been right."

"I know... but still!" Her voice rising a little again.

"I'll make it up to you, let's go on that date now. Should we go now?" You ask her, looking into her pained eyes as she remembers the moment after the midterms. She shoots you a glare, her mouth pouting a little.

"No."

"What?"

Chaewon gets off your lap, going to the classroom door and locking it with a click.

"What are you doing? If we're not going on a date, why did you lock the door, why are we staying here?"

"That's so Yuri or Yena don't come and disturb us." She sits back down in your lap, wrapping her arms around you and straddling your hips. "I want more than a date."

"More than a-" Before you finish your question Chaewon leans into you, her tongue needily probing your lips for access. You allow her in, and her tongue immediately searches for yours, exploring your mouth with passion. You feel her hands on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss. You elicit a soft moan from her when your tongue eventually pushes back, dipping briefly into her mouth. The moan snaps you out of the passionate makeout.

"Chaewon, we're moving too fast, we haven't even-"

"N-no we're not!" She says... angrily? Determinedly? at you. Her face is red as she follows up in a whisper. "We would've been doing this already if you just said yes then..."

"Chaewon, I, I..."  You fall silent, you don't know what to say to that at all.

"Please oppa, I... I want this so much, probably more than you do. Let's just do it here... okay?"

Stunned, you try to buy yourself some time to collect your thoughts. "W-wait, shouldn't we do this at... your dorm, or my place, or-"

"No, I waited for so long, I don't want to wait any longer." She shuts up all further attempts at conversation, smashing her lips on yours. You give in to her desires, wrapping your hands around her lower back, your tongue matching hers in intensity, fighting for dominance. Her hands go to your shirt, trying to take it off.

"Chaewon wait, that's too risky!"

"Fine!" Her hands go a little bit lower to your pants, unbuckling and unzipping your jeans. You feel a soft hand free your shaft from the confines of your boxers, your member already hard from the hurricane of passion Chaewon has swept you up in. She breaks the kiss momentarily, her other hand going underneath her skirt as she lifts her hips. While you are distracted by the touch of her hand guiding you, Chaewon positions herself just so, and with a dip of her hips you are instantly enveloped inside her.

"Oh god Chaewon!" You are blown away by the sudden explosion of pleasure, Chaewon matching your voice with a low moan of her own. "You're so wet..." You gasp out as she looks at you happily with fulfilled desire.

"I told you, I don't want to wait any longer." She presses her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes as she grinds on you. You struggle to maintain eye contact with her, the tightness of her walls forcing you to close your eyes in pleasure.

"Are you f-feeling good?" Chaewon asks between pants and bounces in your lap. You can only kiss her in reply, moaning into her mouth as she squeezes you tightly, your kiss pushing her to higher levels of arousal.

"Good... oppa you make me feel so good. I'm going crazy... so... good!" With a short squeal Chaewon hugs you tightly, panting heavily before melting into your arms with a soft whimper, her body shuddering through her climax. Her walls contract around you erratically, coating your shaft with her juices.

"Are you okay?" You kiss her cheek and peck at her lips, letting her come down from her high.

"Much better than okay..." She smiles at you giddily, her face flushed red in pleasure. "Your turn." Gripping the back of your chair for leverage she begins grinding on you, whining at how sensitive she feels after her orgasm. Your hands slip under her skirt, grabbing her thighs and squeezing them, letting Chaewon know just how good she's making you feel. Feeling you throb inside her, she ups the pace, sheathing you fully with every bounce in your lap, driving you to your limit.

"Chaewon I'm so close, you should get off-"

She shushes you with a kiss. "I came... prepared oppa. I want to feel you, just do it in me." She rides you with purpose, biting her lip as she looks at you, eagerly anticipating your peak. She continues to bob on top of you, her eyes shining with need, wanting to give you the same pleasure she felt. You kept looking into her eyes, the gaze you exchange with her filled with finally requited love, until you could look no longer.

"Ah, Chaewon, I-mmph!" Chaewon seals your lips with a kiss, your eyes forced shut by the strength of your orgasm. As you peak you pull her down into your lap, burying yourself to the hilt inside her, pouring all of your pent-up feelings into her warmth. Chaewon coos against you, her soft body quivering at being on the receiving end of your climax.

"You feel so hot oppa..." She sighs dreamily. You stroke her cheek tenderly, kissing her as you ride out your orgasm, making sure you have nothing left to give. She gets off you gingerly when you finish, the white mess you left in her slowly trickling down her thighs. You grab some tissues, the two of you cleaning up and readjusting your clothes.

Ready to go, you grasp her hand in yours, your fingers interlocking, Chaewon squeezes your hand in happiness as you look at her.

"Shall we?"

She nods at you, and you reach to unlock the door. She leans against you as the two of you walk down the hallway.

"Oppa, you should have said yes back then, so at one date a week that's about... 12 dates you owe me."

"12?!"

"Yes, 12, I'm still hurt you said no back then." She pouts, grabbing your phone and tapping her number in quickly, calling herself.

"That's my number, I'll see you at 7 tomorrow for our date okay?" She looks at you cutely - surely you're not going to say no?

"That's about 12 dates you owe me. I'll see you at 7 tomorrow for our date okay?" Before you have a chance to reply you hear the unmistakable accent of Yuri, and the blood drains from your face as you see a crowd of eleven come around the corner.

"Oooh what were you two doing for so long in a locked classroom?" Hyewon teases the two of you.

"Kwangbae you're dead!" Chaewon snaps at her, blushing furiously.

"Why are your clothes wrinkled? Don't say you just held hands, I won't believe you!" Yena adds in a singsong voice.

"Oppa you better treat Chaewon well!" Eunbi follows up, half playful, half threatening.

"I-I will..." You can only reply, running your hand through your hair in embarrassment. "Why are you all here?"

"We thought it was suspicious when Chaewon said she could pick up the tests for us, she never does anything nice for us."

"Eunbi unnie what are you saying! I always do nice stuff for you."

"Save it! Anyways oppa, can we borrow Chaewon just for tonight? You can have her every night after that, we want to hear all the details!"

"U-unnie! What are you saying!" Chaewon sputters as her friends separate her from you, pushing her down the hallway. She turns around to wave at you, her face still blushing red at being found out. You wave back at her, smiling like a puppy. You turn around and walk the other way, skipping your way back to your room.

Lying on the bed you check your phone to see a text from Chaewon.

Oppa I'll see you for date #1/12 tomrorow at 7 pm okay? I'll figure out where we should meet later.

Sure, I'll see you tomorrow <3

You debate for a while, finally deciding to add the heart symbol at the end. Turns out that was a mistake as you immediately get a call from her.

"Hello?"

"Ooooh a heart!" The rest of it is a mess of noise as you hear Chaewon screaming at her friends. After what sounds like a mad struggle for the phone you hear Chaewon's voice.

"Hello oppa?"

"A-are you okay there?"

"Yes, sorry for the call. I'm going to teach them a lesson now, I'll show them who Ssamu, the leader of Joyuriz is. Bye, mwah!" She hangs up with a click of the phone. Shaking your head you put down your phone and turn off the lights, unable to take your mind off your new girlfriend - you had so many questions for her, like who is Ssamu, and what is Joyuriz?

Whatever, you'll ask her tomorrow, tomorrow is going to be a good day... And every day with her after that.

A/N: Here’s the smut version, most of it is the same, other than the scene at the end. I hope you enjoy one of the versions, thank you for reading!

#smut #izone #chaewon

[octoberautumnbox]

Does this Hyewon trigger your "busty" kinky? 😉

If only Yuri was free to join her on stage as a special guest that day

SHE DOES LSJFKAJHDLFDK but I really can't resist Yuri, top 1 bustiest idol ever and the loml shes the best and sexiest idol out of them all 😋😋😋

#girl group smut #kpop smut #izone smut #jo yuri smut #hyewon smut #kang hyewon smut

[octoberautumnbox]

ive been using my regular acc (which has a lot of my friends) and they dont know i read these type of fics

so this is a way for me to separate out all the nsfw stuff!!

ah understandable lmao well fortunately (u probs alr know) there's an M Reader x HyeYul fic by @fillinforlater that deserves a read :)

#ask #hyeyulenjoyer #jo yuri smut #kang hyewon smut #izone smut

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IZ Days of Christmas 2023

This is a masterlist of all my stories under the series of IZ Days of Christmas.

It is a series done as a challenge to myself to post a corresponding smut for each IZ*ONE member for twelve days of December, starting from the fourteenth of December to the twenty-fifth.

🎄 Day 1 - Kwon Eunbi

Trouvaille

🎄 Day 2 - Miyawaki Sakura

Here, Kitty, Kitty!

🎄 Day 3 - Kang Hyewon

Ms. Kang Hyewon

🎄 Day 4 - Choi Yena

Manic Robotic Dream Girl

🎄 Day 5 - Lee Chaeyeon

Not All There Is To It

🎄 Day 6 - Kim Chaewon

She's No Fucking Angel

🎄 Day 7 - Kim Minju

Lucid Dream

🎄 Day 8 - Yabuki Nako:

Dirty Little Pleasures

🎄 Day 9 - Honda Hitomi:

Cutest Corruption

🎄 Day 10 - Jo Yuri:

Transparency

🎄 Day 11 - An Yujin:

Midnight

🎄 Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung:

Reputation, Or Whatever That Is

#iz days of christmas #iz days of christmas 2023 #kpop smut #jpop smut #akb48 smut #izone smut #lesserafim smut #le sserafim smut #ive smut #soloist smut #actress smut #eunbi smut #sakura smut #hyewon smut #yena smut #chaeyeon smut #chaewon smut #minju smut #nako smut #hitomi smut #yuri smut #yujin smut #wonyoung smut

[iznsfw]

tonight doesn't count, (i promise)

Kinktober 2022 Week Three - Cheating

LE SSERAFIM's Kim Chaewon x Male Reader Smut

9, 617 words

Categories ⋅𖥔⋅ inspired by this ask by @idevian + the pic below + @majorblinks' awesome writing, badgirl_student!Chaewon × teacher!Reader

T/W ⋅𖥔⋅ CHEATING, manipulative!Chaewon, age gap

masterlist

Thanks to idevian for the clever ask that got me writing a Chaewon smut. I feel like I haven't done her enough justice with my previous fics of her. Hope this one does the trick.

"And I guess you can call it even."

She shrugs dismissively, as if it were such a small matter to her. As if it were something that can be resolved in little to no time at all. She's careless like that, and you guess that it's your fault for even giving in to her, but admittedly it's that very thing about her that made you do it in the first place.

Lift your head from your hands and turn to her with a glare blurred by your tears. "What the fuck about this is even? You ruined my marriage, Chaewon!"

"But you wanted me to, didn't you?" She inquires you with a raise of her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at her and sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry the best you can because deep down inside, in your heart of hearts, you know that she's right.

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There are many ways to describe Kim Chaewon, in both metaphorical and denotative manner. You're no boyfriend nor family of hers—in a passerby's perspective, you're too old to be her boyfriend anyway, and too young to be her father—but you've known her for four years, starting from when she was nearly nineteen and a freshman at the university you taught at, to current time: a senior student of yours at twenty-one working towards a graduation, although she had finished your year some time ago and the two of you haven't met each other that much ever since. That might seem like a pretty short time, but you know her more than anyone in the university. You knew what it is about her that caused her to fail so many courses and classes, and helped the other professors try and understand her the best you could.

So, in short, if anyone needed get-to-know details about Kim Chaewon, you are a reliable source.

You would not be afraid to describe her as impulsive or dangerous. Chaewon is young, yes, but she has that unique ability only experienced businessmen have to twist any situation at hand into one that puts her into a good light. Her classmates Jo Yuri and Kang Hyewon are often the ones victimized by this talent, and many times, you had needed to explain to the principal that they weren't at fault. Kim Chaewon was. Of course, over time, the professors started to think that you might have had some grudge against her, probably stemmed from a rude commentary during class or her being... herself, but they were intelligent enough to know that you are right. And that you know her too well to let yourself be a victim of her. Kim Chaewon is a manipulator, and a good one at that. She has had her whole life to practice. She gets what she wants in whatever way she can think of and succeeds. But you, even with just four years of analyzing and studying her behavior, can play this game.

Charismatic is another word you are certain to use when explaining the depth of your former student. It might put you and your job in danger to say that, although your usage of the word is free of any other intention, and you and Chaewon haven't even had any sexual relations or thought of each other that way, even with the obvious "tutoring sessions" the other teachers had, but it is as true as she is. She's admittedly pretty. She has a deceptive smile and siren eyes that made you drown in her and never want to seek a lifeboat. She has this way with words that made it so that Creative Writing is one of the only subjects she didn't fail, and charmingly coaxed people to let her off the hook. Many students thought that she had persuaded Mr. Choi by performing... oral sex on him, but you know it isn't true. Chaewon is just that experienced in using her God-given charisma to make other people swerve her own way.

She's a rebel, too. You always make note of that whenever you can. She dresses like one, acts like one, and speaks like one. She's responsible for almost every vandal and moral violation in the university—from minor to serious offenses, playful "SIR LEE SUX ASSSSS!!!!" to straight-up nude pulp art on the university walls—and she... does not care. She doesn't care at all. All she minds herself about is herself, and if she wants to go on another spray-painting spree or teacher intimidation, she will. And to hell with it if any other person stood in her way. To hell with it.

So it surprises you when she knocked on your door one fateful day, and you opened it to see a Kim Chaewon who—

"—want to babysit for you, sir Kim," she finishes, smiling at you gently. She's wearing a white crop top and‐ ooh, red short shorts that would not have been allowed past university premises. File your eyes away from that, of course, to the pair of shades sit on top of her head. "If it's not much of a bother."

It isn't. Your two-year-old girl Yeongwon is an angel, but the demands of a baby make it difficult to go to work or return from work. There's the changing of diapers, buying of baby formula, feeding—you get the drift. All that is exhausting, and you credit your wife Minju for bearing with it all alone while you teach at Seraphim Colleges.

You're a little suspicious, though. Chaewon never offers help unless it benefits her. It is an unspoken rule not to trust her when she initiates am act of kindness out of nowhere. Even a lollipop from her should be questioned thoroughly.

"Why the sudden saintliness, Ms. Kim? Suddenly decided to become a nun after graduation?" you ask. It's difficult not to smile amusedly, because you know her more than anyone. Does she really think her little tricks would work on you?

Chaewon ruffles her short hair and smiles charmingly, before telling you why: "I've been thinking about what you said, professor, about trying out kindness."

Right, because she's so easy to convince like that, and she's actually able to be a genuine person. If it is unclear, all that is sarcastic. Again, Chaewon is not an easy girl to convince. You know that after numerous lectures and pleads with her to take her education seriously. And you know, most importantly, that she is not one to be trusted. Who knows what she might do with your baby? Or your house? She'd probably spray-paint mocking caricature of you and Minju.

"And I thought," she continues, lowering her face so she can meet your eyes, "that you were the one I have to practice that to first. You always understood me when no one else could, sir. I just thought I might give back in my own little way."

She's not wrong. Like you've said quite often, you understand how she works and thinks, and as her teacher, you perform your job well in trying to get your fellow educators to figure out how to deal with her. It has cost you sleepless nights aplenty and several headaches, to put it briefly.

It won't hurt to let her return the favor, would it?

You tell her you'll think about it. Surprisingly, she easily allows you to, giving you a swift "okay" and telling you she'll come back tomorrow to hear your final decision. She's clever like that, casually inserting a deadline for you to have no choice but to follow. It's not like you are being told to solve a cold case, so you actually do think it overnight with your wife.

Minju is getting ready for bed when you tell her about the incident with Chaewon. Her almond eyes are gazing the other way, in the closet in search of her pajamas, but you can tell she's listening. Minju is one of those people that can do multiple things at the same time, including listen closely and decipher well despite a bunch of tasks at hand. Such are the lessons naturally taught when being a wife and mother.

She takes off her T-shirt the same time she takes the pajama top from the hanger. The upper half of her hourglass body is revealed to you. "It feels like a good thing to do, especially from her," she says to you. "You should let her try, at least."

"But honey, it's Chaewon. The Kim Chaewon."

"Exactly. She's a rebel, a bad student. The nightmare of every old parent who's nearly in the retirement home wishing to just see their kids grow up. Why don't you offer her the chance to redeem herself?"

She faces you finally. She's wearing her white pajama top littered with cartoon foxes and shorts. But even her beauty can't even quench the worriedness written in your forehead.

"I don't know," you say, "I, I guess I'm just afraid she'll vandalize our house or something."

Minju nods sympathetically, but stays silent. She knows you are going to say something more. She confirms that from the heavy sigh you make.

"I just don't want her to bother you, Minmin. You know that she swings the other way, too. Remember when I told you she was caught in a make-out session with the ballerina? What was her name? Nakamura—"

"Honey..." Minju's brows raise disapprovingly. "Watch the wording. You know it isn't like that."

"I'm sorry," say you, a person who's never been good with words. Always saying the wrong things without meaning it.

"Just because she's supposedly bisexual doesn't mean she'll make her advances towards me. That's a horrible thing to assume. And even if we say she does, for argument's sake, I'm twenty-seven. She's twenty-one. I know better than to let some college student seduce me."

A gorgeous roll of her eyes renders you dizzy as she takes a seat on your lap. She gives you a sweet smile. "Besides, I only have you." Minju plays with your uniform tie, twirling it in between her fingers. "Remember?"

"Right. Sorry for the... misconceptions. And, and all that."

"I know you are." Minju plants a kiss on your forehead and pushes you down to the bed. Her smile takes a sinister twist and you notice her hand straying further down your body. " I know you are. "

#

Chaewon returns the day after, as she promised. She shows up in a fitted dark green-blue dress, that accents her slim figure. You once again have to give props to her fashion style: simple yet eye-catching. Not that the dress does majority of the eye-catching part. She can wear a potato sack and still look beautiful.

The day is fairly bright and so is your mood, so Chaewon showing up doesn't sour it even a little. Even with the worries tucked at the back of your mind.

"Reached a final decision, professor?" Chaewon asks.

"Yeah, I have."

"And?"

"Minju and I figured that we could use the help."

You subtly sense that Chaewon knew all along that you were going to agree, but she is so happy to find out that you and Minju have agreed to let her babysit Yeongwon that you forget all about your suspicion. Her smile is so genuine, so delighted that you dwell a little longer on the thought that this might finally be Chaewon's path to a better self. No one stays a rebel too long after college. The spray-painting and risky shouts usually evolve into even worse habits once graduation settles in, so you are truly glad that Chaewon has decided to be a good girl. Maybe she'll even complete the full arc of bad-girl-gone-good.

You give her the usual list of warnings and guides about your daughter. Bedtime is at seven, fish sticks are a good go-to for snacks, and no sweets. Chaewon makes a note of that, literally. She pulls out a notepad and writes it all down, nodding to your words. You wonder if this little babysitting gig will eventually get her to dutifully take notes like that in class, too.

"All done! When do I start?" she asks brightly, lowering her papers.

"Tomorrow, if that's okay," you respond. Her hands linger around her notepad. You catch a glimpse of a checklist of things she should do scribbled on another page. Wait a minute, is that your name? It says to do something to you... is that... "Hey, Chaewon, what do you have written on the—"

"Good! I'll see you tomorrow, sir!" Chaewon interrupts happily. She gives you a cute wave goodbye, and walks away without letting you finish.

Your mind is still stuck on what she could have written on the checklist about you. It specifically said to do something to you. But you can't remember what the verb was. It started with "f." Free... no, must be fall—? Not quite right, but if things take a twisted turn it must be—

Oh well. You give up. She probably wanted to try the babysitting job for a long time. It's not something worth worrying about.

-

It's quite unexpected to you when you find out that she is actually good with children. From day one, she plays with Yeongwon around the house, giggling when she laughs and gently prying away the things your baby gets her mouth on with a gentle "No~." She feeds her on time, puts her to bed, and keeps her well-entertained enough to make Yeongwon actually attach herself to her. It's rare for your child to even like any other person than you or Minju, so you see that as a small victory, for both your precious kid and Chaewon. They are both trying things outside of their own boxes.

Maybe Minju was right, you think, as Chaewon watches another bout of Cocomelon with Yeongwon. Maybe letting Chaewon do her magic was a good idea.

You're starting to warm up to her, too. "Hey, Chaewon!"

She turns to you and raises her brows. "Yeah?"

"Aren't you a little too old to be watching Cocomelon?"

Chaewon tries to formulate a proper comeback, but the real idea of her watching and enjoying the show at twenty-one is so absurd that she bursts out laughing. You share the guffaws, too, which are so loud you have to slap your own hand to your mouth.

A confused Yeongwon watches you and Chaewon laugh, and, as babies do, copies you. She laughs along childishly, cracking the two of you up even more. And it's such a happy night, with the fire dancing on logs in the fireplace to add to the warmth of your laughter, that you forget about every problem there is in your life, for a very short but meaningful while. Little did you know how twisted things will get after a mere few weeks.

———

Minju has gotten another photoshoot for Prada, and has been invited to their Paris fashion week as well, so she will be gone for a whole week. You're a bit saddened to be without your wife for that long, but you know it's what she wants to do. Besides modelling being her dream, she is naturally shaped and fit for the job. She looks good in any dress you throw on her—classy fashion, casualwear, elegant corsets... even a goddamned kids' raincoat and wellies can be sold out within a few seconds because of her God-given talent and face. You trust and know that she'll do well while she's away, and you'll watch her every step of the way.

So, you are stuck at home, with no one but your kid and Chaewon. It's semester break, but Chaewon has still decided to come over and care for Yeongwon. You are grateful for that gesture; Yeongwon has become incredibly demanding day by day, and she refuses to settle down without a fight.

"It's okay, Yeongwonie~" Chaewon singsongs to the baby, rocking the child in her arms. "Chaewonie's here~ She's not going anywhere."

Yeongwon's tears are abundant still, but she looks up at Chaewon curiously. Her tiny hands make grabby gestures at her face. Chae won avoids them, but still sweet-talks her to calm her down. The baby babbles in response, and her eyes close into crescents as she lets out a cute giggle, before carrying her to the nursery room and tucking her in.

You watch on with a stunned fashion. You are feeling something risky at the moment, but all you can mutter to yourself is:

"Wow..."

Somehow, it is in that moment that you see Chaewon a little differently than you did. Who was she to you before all this? Oh, right... the rebellious Kim Chaewon, the fuck-all-do-all Kim Chaewon whose stone heart you cannot break into even with a pickaxe. She was this tedious, hellsent girl who made your work life and others' torture. She is not a behaved girl. She is far from it, to be exact. She lies and swears and disobeys and fucks without any care in the world. She is cruel, she is—

—You watch the fullness of her lips curve into a smile, and her shoulders rise in accordance with her cute laugh at Yeongwon waving at her, while the black hair frames her face like a painting, like a monumental painting, one that was drawn and crafted by a loving artist, a determined talent—

—beautiful.

Maybe it is all just admiration for her, because, to be fair, you've never seen Chaewon like this. She's in her own world caring fondly for your daughter, doing what her heart has wanted to do: change for the better. Because changing for the better doesn't mean rejecting old dressing styles or stopping oneself from putting on dark makeup. It's keeping your wildness to a minimum to leave space for viridity. For calmer and equally beautiful things.

And right now, Chaewon is beautiful to you. Before, she was merely pretty. Pretty doesn't mean anything. Pretty is eye-pleasing, eye candy, but not exactly something to love. But beautiful? Beautiful involves the soul, too, not just the general attractiveness Chaewon exudes. And despite all she's done, Kim Chaewon has the most beautiful soul to you right now.

Maybe you are romanticizing all this too much. If she were any other girl, it would have been okay, but Chaewon is not like any other girl. She's your student, too young and free for you, and too risky. If you even dared hold that beautiful face in your palm and kiss her pink lips as if you had always wanted to, you're putting everything just on top of the chalked boundary line to danger.

But she's looking at you now, and you can't look away. She's smiling at you now, and you can't force yourself to pretend that your gaze hasn't been following her from your living room sofa to the bedroom, as if she were precious treasure only you can get your hands on.

And she's asking you something:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

It comes after a brief giggle, and it's a little accusing, but sweet nevertheless.

You can't come up with an excuse. "I- I... what?"

Suddenly, she's risen from the sofa. For the first time, you take into account what she's wearing. It's a tight sleeveless top that gives everyone a view of her gray bra. And that skirt is too short for minds not to stray to her thighs and legs. How dare she wear something like that in front of you? She just drips of attractiveness, and the sight of her slim body just makes your heart scream her name instead of the girl you were sure resided there: Minju.

No, nothing about this is sexual. Or anything. Chaewon is just walking towards you, that's all. Besides, even if she is planning something different, you're an adult, and so is she. It's nothing morally wrong, even if there's the considerable age gap between you. But no, nothing is wrong about this.

Yes, there is! You're married! You have a daughter with the woman you married, too. You can't let yourself be tempted by a younger girl, especially since she is your student.

Well, used to be. You haven't taught her classes since forever. Plus, it's not like there—

" I said," Chaewon starts, slowly. And now she's really going for it; her strides are dangerously slow, as if she's a predator sizing you up, and her head is cockily tilted to the side. She's finally reached you, and your knees and hers knock into each other.

She kneels.

She places her arms above your lap and looks at you with those wide, fascinating eyes of hers. They look innocent, almost curious as to why you did not understand her inquiry. And it's so strange how hot the whole thing is, with Chaewon on her knees and looking up at you, asking you a completely pure and innocent question, although her body language is saying something else.

Are you even supposed to feel like this?

"Why were you looking at me like that?"

It takes a while for you to answer. "Just thought that..."

" That? " she prompts gently.

"That it was nice seeing you take care of Yeongwon like that. Very nice."

Chaewon smiles. "Of course. It's no problem."

"Yeah," you say, with a deep gulp. "Minju and I appreciate the gesture."

"Is that all you have to say?"

No, you want to answer. No, you want to say how beautiful she is, how bad you wanted her and how you never realized it until you saw her caring for Yeongwon. You want to say how tight and petite she is, and how you want to test out if her smallness can take you on more than you think she can.

But you can't say that. It's wrong. Although the two of you are adults, there's the dynamics to worry about. You are a teacher, and she's a college student. You've known her since she was nineteen and so on. You can't do this.

"Chaewon. This is wrong."

"What is?"

"This!" you say, frustratedly. "This! All this! You trying to seduce me when you know damn well that I have a wife! You wearing that... revealing top and kneeling like that!"

Chaewon laughs in response. Your frustration and fear is just playing into her plan. Even if you had not, she wouldn't care. She may be kind to your kid, but she's still Kim Chaewon.

"There it is again with men like you," she says pitifully, shaking her head with a disapproving tsk. "How is it my fault that you want to fuck me? I'm just doing what I've always done, and now you're here accusing me of something I don't even think of."

"I do not want to fuck you, Chaewon."

"Sure you don't. You shouldn't! Why would a teacher ever want to fuck their student, right?"

She's right. No teacher, even if he and his student are adults and have been when they met, should ever engage in sexual relations. Besides the morality at hand being complicated, there's the job and life to risk. Will you really ruin your life just because of a girl like her?

You wonder at this with hot ears as Chaewon bites her lip and mounts your lap. Her tits are just inches away from your face. You use all your might in not pervertedly looking at them as Chaewon's hands find their long, touch-filled path to your thighs. Her fingers run along your chest and playfully unbutton one circle, making your heart skip three or four beats. Your stomach contracts under her touch.

Your bulge is an embarassingly hypocritical Freudian slip to your previous words. Chaewon doesn't mind at all; in fact, it is what she wants. She palms your erection with her tiny hand, pleasuring its covered tip with how it knocks and rubs against it. Your pants become tighter, but they are not close to Chaewon's tightness.

"Wow, look at you, professor," she says, giggling. "You're so hard for your little naughty student. I thought you said you didn't want to fuck me, hm?"

"Chaewon," you say, in between heavy groans, "I'm married. You can't do this."

"Oh, Minju unnie? I would have wanted her to join us if she were here, but since she's gone, I have you all to myself."

Her words are as haunting as they are tempting. The latter factor weighs heavier with the next, though:

"Come on, touch me, sir. I know you want to."

You give in. Her tiny body fits perfectly in your hands. Her tits are perfect handfuls even from the side. You can feel her abs under the thin gray cloth. She's such a perfect little thing, and you just have to find her slutty cunt beneath that short skirt, as she grinds herself on your knee.

"Mmmm." Chaewon tips her head back and moans. Your fingers play with her clit everytime her hips rise. "That's it. Rub my clit like that."

You do more than what she requests. You lean in to kiss her neck and shoulders. Lick the back of her ear, then bite gently on her earlobe to evoke a louder gasp of pleasure from her. Your fingers swipe at her flint clit through her underwear and tease at her slit.

You leave open-mouthed kisses everywhere, especially on the valleys of her breasts pressed tightly to her bra. Red spots become signs of your actions as they fill her neck and chest. Chaewon is in heaven, gripping the back of your head and moving her hips more urgently.

You can't help but compare her to Minju. Minju's body is more of an hourglass shape while Chaewon's is slim all over. Chaewon's tits, which you have freed from the offending bra and are currently sucking on, are bigger. And her moans... God, dare you say they sound sexier than your wife? Chaewon's sounds of pleasure are stressed and loud, high-pitched through and through, and you find yourself clinging onto her moans as validation in your making out with her body and rubbing her clit.

"Shit... you are such a bad girl, Kim Chaewon," you whisper in her ear. She makes a strangled gasp when you grip her ass tightly, guiding it so her needy pussy grinds along your thigh easily.

"Then punish me, sir." She looks you in the eye and grins challengingly. " Fuck me like you fuck Minju unnie. "

Although you have been comparing her with Minju from the moment she sat on your lap, anger stirs inside you. You grab a fistful of her ebony hair and pull it harshly backwards.

"Never say her name ever again, you got me?"

Instead of contracting the fearful reaction you want, Chaewon scoffs in your face. "Why, professor? Guilty that you let some hot younger girl get you to cheat on your wife? I'll say her name whenever I want."

You slap Chaewon's ass. "See what happens when you say her name again. I dare you."

You should not have said that. You should not have even thought that Chaewon—the rebellious risk-taking bitch you know too well—would have turned down a dare, because now, Chaewon has risen from your lap. She's standing in front of you, hands poised on her hips, with a smug smile.

"I want Minju unnie to watch while you fuck me like an animal," she tells you, each syllable that rolls of her tongue clear as day. "I want her to cry while she watches you ruin me, the very person you did not want in this lame house of yours. I want Minju unnie to leave you, and think about how much better I must be for you to cheat on her."

Your breathing gets heavier and heavier with each statement. How can you fall for a girl like this?

"Then I want Minju unnie to seek me out and fuck me," continues Chaewon. "I want her to fuck me while she slaps me and tells me how worthless I am. I want her to push me to the edge until I ruin her, too. I will—"

You rush at Chaewon. She remains there no matter how close you are now, standing still with that irritating arrogance-filled snicker on her face. Her smile grows bigger as you lift her up and carry her to the bedroom with flash-paced legs. She gasps artificially when you throw her on the bed.

"Ooh, big boy's all tough and angry now," Chaewon continues taunting you. Although she is below you, she will always have the upper hand. You tear away her panties angrily, spread her legs far apart and slap her cunt, but she never stops degrading you. "Ooh, good slap. You'd never dare slap Minju unnie like that, huh? Because you're too much of a coward to even try."

Your jeans are kicked away on the floor with Chaewon's panties. Pull her legs far up into a mating press and stare down menacingly into her eyes. "Kim Chaewon, shut the fuck up."

"Make me."

First pump makes her anything but quiet. Chaewon yelps, her body arcing off the bed. You discover that she's as tight as her body is. Her tiny cunt refuses to let go of your cock without a fight. Her legs quiver in the air like leaves in the wind.

The neckline of Chaewon's top has been tucked beneath her two jiggling breasts. They're perfect to watch while you fuck her, but the real deal here is Chaewon's face as you do it. Her gasping expression followed by a bite of her lower lip causes you to hump her deeper, to find that sweet spot inside her that will show you the fruit of all her weeks trying to make her advances. The fruit of this immorality you've given into.

Grunt as you strengthen the slams of your cock inside her, which add to the violent slapping sounds that overpower her moans. It's becoming painful; your continuous violation of her pussy and the slapping of skin that comes with it makes the bottom of your stomach as red as her face. But it's the pain that heightens and amplifies the experience, along with the knowledge that you shouldn't be doing this at all. Your mind screams a firm no, and your lips do so, too, but instead of refusal, they form Chaewon's name.

"Chaewon!" You pound into her shapely body like there is no tomorrow, like there is no Minju to think of to guilt you.

She, in turn, screams back. Her hands have flown above her, tearing at the sheets Minju had so lovingly folded and crumpling them with her lust and need. "Fuck me, sir! That's more like it! Punish your bratty slut student!"

You truly are feeding in to her plan she has so cleverly created. Though her expressions are wanton and blissful, you know she's simply showing them to purge you on. Sure, they're genuine in some way, but there's a purpose behind them all. The convulsing of her cunt, the screams she pitches, the slutty expressions she forms... you know they are impulsive and manipulative.

But why do you go on pumping? Why do you go on grabbing her legs and forcing them apart? If you are smart enough to know that this is entirely a simulation to force you to obeying her plan, why aren't you smart enough to stop?

No time to wonder, or rather, the heart to. You fill them with the pictures of Chaewon's ahegao, and her cute bouncing tits that jiggle just as much as her thighs. You blind yourself with the sight of Chaewon's pussy being stretched to their limits to take you, and find yourself unsheathing and sheathing your penis faster. Everything about her is made for sex like this, so why not fulfil their purpose?

Chaewon's mouth is a silent cave, except for the seldom gasp of wind. She looks down at the unholy scene of your sexes clashing and your cock making an imprint on her small stomach, and, with her eyes shut tight, finally lets out a cry of pleasure. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum on sir's cock, I'm gonna cum on sir's cock!"

And she does as she says. She squeezes so tightly that your cock feels trapped, and lets out a burst of girl cum. Her wail is stressed by her hands absolutely squeezing the blankets until the cotton beneath their precious fabric stiffens.

You've never, until recently, even thought of Chaewon like this. And now, when she's actually orgasming beneath you, you wonder why you've never done so a lot earlier. Chaewon is beautiful when she cums. Her legs close around your sides although her mind tells her to keep them open to welcome your thrusts. Her stomach tenses deliciously while her lips form a small smile that remains impossibly cute that a small part of you feels sorry for corrupting her.

Huh, cute. That's new. You've never necessarily viewed Chaewon as cute. Her rebellious actions made you paint her into this heartless monster, when really, she can be adorable if she's in this position. You're sure that's the reason a lot of the boys in the lower years like her in the midst of her school violations.

But they will never see her cum like this. They will never see her squirt onto your cock like a notched hose, or hear her scream so loud that it is deafening. They will never see her with her legs lewdly forced in the air or be able to pound her like you just did. Never.

Your orgasm trails behind her and finally arrives in time. You forget about the possibility of her getting pregnant and bury yourself to the hilt. Sperm erupts from your appendage and deep inside Chaewon. And maybe she likes it that way, as much as you do, for her pussy makes sure you drain every bit of yourself in her.

Chaewon gasps continuously. Her sensitive spots adore the twitches of your cock and how the tip is certain to stimulate them. She sees the flash of worry show in your face and she appeases it. "Haah, d-don't worry... I took the pill."

You are relieved, but also sobered to realize that if she did take the pill, she knew exactly what was about to go down in this exact bedroom. She has specifically prepared herself for it. That is unless she is fucking some other guy, too.

You don't have to think of that. You really do not, for Chaewon is suddenly up again. She pushes you to the bed carelessly and she places one leg beside your hip and the second on the other. Her hand wraps itself around your cock and jerks it to full hardness again. It turns you on how small her hand is compared to your girth, yet it still manages to pleasure it plentily. Her thumb thoroughly rubs the stressed cock veins and runs up and down the rim of your cockhead. Her fist is tight when it returns to its normal pumping, and you're so sensitive and overstimulated that you want to plead her to be gentle.

"Fuck, your cock is so big, sir," Chaewon comments. She looks down to admire your size, and spits on it to lube her handjob. "Wonder what it would feel like when I ride it."

She provides the answer to her own wonderings. She's a visual and sensory learner; she discovers that it feels so much bigger and better when she's on top. She stresses this with a whiny gasp, watching as your cock penetrates her from below. Her tiny cunt grips it harshly, and barely lets go when she starts to bounce.

"Oh god, oh fuck—!" Chaewon feels herself while riding, lost in the pleasure derived from your rod. She pinches her round nipple for a while before setting that hand back down to your hip, whose steadiness she takes advantage of to harden the slam of her cunt down on your cock. You aren't going to say it isn't working in spite of her painful determined grip on your hip; it allows your cock to properly and swiftly enter her wetness, as if it were the very thing needed to stop her juices from dripping on the bed.

If it were, it does not work very well. Every plug of your cock only provokes more wetness from the tiny hole. It only makes Chaewon gasp as she bounces faster, touching her body and her breasts to spark more of the pleasure. "Mm... oh! Fuck, pound me, professor! Make me cum!"

Her plead is helpless and needy, and you cannot believe you have actually succeeded in seeing Chaewon this weak and vulnerable. Where is the tough rule-breaker Kim Chaewon of yesterday? Who knew that a good fucking is the solution to her attitude problem?

"So ffffucking tight!" Start to move in unison with Chaewon. You jerk your hips up the best you can to meet Chaewon's bounces, and you both groan in pleasure—you with your guttural voice, and Chaewon with her sweet one and her head leaned back—when you fill her pussy up to her cervix. You've stuffed her poor hole so much now, your dick spreading all the right places and knocking against a rougher patch of nerves further inside. It is supposed to be painful, but it seems like Chaewon thrives and feeds on the pain so much that it distorts into pleasure. She's never taken a cock this big before, and she doesn't think that she shall settle for anything less after this night.

"H-hahh, fuck, s-so big, so big in Chaewon!" Chaewon is a screamer, laying out every blissful sensation running through her body out in the open for everyone to hear. She does not even want to try circling her ass or grinding to test the difference of the sensation; all she wants is to be filled up over and over by you, in this direct and merciless manner.

"You fffucking brat, Chaewon-ah." Back up to the headboard to sit up then seize her by her sides. "If all it took to get you to be a good girl was a good pounding, you should've told me."

As if she were nothing but a toy, you fuck Chaewon up and down your dick, taking over the pace and roughness. And of course, you choose to take her quickly and roughly. Fuck, she clenches even harder this way. Chaewon squeals needily as she is forced to take you from your fat tip to base, without any technique nor proper method.

"I'll always be a g-good girl for sir's cock!" she exclaims. She is given no mercy with the velocity. She is so light that it isn't any trouble at all to manhandle her. "Please fuck your naughty student's pussy, sir! Pound it hard and good, I'm so full—!"

You do. You drill her onto your lap like you have all the time in the world. If you did, you would spend every second fucking Chaewon's petite little body, and use the minutes of exhaustion to finger her till she squirts, just like she did earlier. You are curious about her taste, so you guess you will eat her out as well, suckling on her pearl and dipping your tongue through her folds.

You try to make the most of the time you have in the real world, though. You spit on Chaewon's jiggling tits and suck a nipple fervently. Her sensitivity reaches an all-time high, and she yells blissfully as your tongue laps her sore tits and bites down gently on the brown of her areola. With the harsh way you're feeding on her, you might as well draw milk.

Chaewon pushes your head down on her tit, demanding more. She would have told you with her own words to do so, but her mouth is busy yelling out profanity. Her nails are sharp against your back.

As you spank her round bubble butt and devour her neck like a vampire, you vaguely try to remember when is the last time you had sex this rough and passionate with Minju. It feels like so long ago now. And even back then, if you were to compare it to the present, Chaewon is ten times better, if not the best girl you've fucked.

Each adventure your cock embarks in her pussy is ended with your whole shaft slick with wetness. It is soon flooded completely when Chaewon lets out a cry of ecstasy. Her walls close in on your girth to keep it in place for the shower of cum she initiates. The tightness milks you dry, and all of it goes directly into her warm pussy, making the pink walls white. Your cum collides with hers, ending up splashing all over both of you as the aftermath of a rough night of sex.

Chaewon slumps against you. Whatever strength and energy that are left in her body are too insufficient to make her draw herself away from your cock, which is still fit snugly inside her hole.

You wonder what to do now that the two of you are done fucking. Should you make her leave? Think about what you have done?

Those options seem meaningless. You decide that all you have to do is lay Chaewon down on the wet bed and collapse beside her with an exhausted groan. You are too tired to visualize drawing figures on the ceiling tonight. A few seconds later, you unknowingly doze off to sleep. You dream about Minju crying in her hotel room at Paris. The reason for her sobbing isn't clarified in the dream, but after what you did with Chaewon, you know a possible one.

-

Six AM brings a ringing from your phone that jolts you awake. Your body is heavy with exhaustion, but you still make an effort to raise your torso from the bed, just enough for you to be able to put an end to the alarm.

The phone is blindingly bright. Squint your eyes to let as little ultraviolet rays pass through their lids, but just wide enough for your eyes to take notice of the day spelled out at the top of your screen. Wait, it's a Sunday! Why did you set an alarm for six when there isn't even class today? You do not even have tutoring sessions!

Then you see a message notification from an unknown number: 12-0801200. Curiosity-impulsed fingers dab on the notification to inspect.

Once it brings you to the conversation log, you almost drop your phone to the ground.

Kim Chaewon: good morning , sir ;)

Here's a picture of your breakfast~

Chaewon is on your kitchen island in the photo she sent after that. Her legs are spread wide open. Her tiny skirt cannot cover her creampied pussy that she flaunts at the camera. She is flashing a wink towards the round camera of her own cellphone as her fingers ghost over her lips painted white.

Arousal and panic merge and spread all over your body. How did Chaewon get your number? Why did she send such a provocative photo to you? You should report this! It's beyond inappropriate! She just—

Wait a minute. Did you...?

Oh.

Oh.

The memories of last night flash through your mind again: Chaewon screaming as you pound her harshly, her ahegao, and her spraying on your dick. Each one brings more horror to you. You cannot believe what you've done. How did you let yourself give in so easily to temptation?

Your thumbs jam quickly to deliver a message of your own to Chaewon.

You: we need to talk

delete that message right now

We need to put a stop to this

Kim Chaewon: :(

Dont u want to eat your brekkie??

You: You have to stop

You hesitate for a moment, then type anyway.

You: where are you?? We have to talk!

No funny business!

The left-hand side of the screen balloons three impending dots which transform into Chaewon's message.

Kim Chaewon: in the kitchen, waiting for u ;)

You dash to the kitchen as fast as your feet can muster. On the way there, you scold yourself again and again. There isn't a proper insult you can think of that can justify the anger you feel towards your own self. You have let yourself be swayed by some girl who is far too young for you. You have let her become living proof that can be used in future cases against you. It's more than scandalous; it's immoral. It's sinful. If anybody knew about this, your life will be ruined permanently.

And if Minju knew about this...

Your heart breaks. You can't believe you've done this to her. Your sweet, sweet Minju who has always been good and kind to you and Yeongwon. Your sweet Minju who loves you so purely and innocently that she might not even let her mind touch on the insecurity that you might cheat on her. Your sweet Minju who, because of your own carelessness and the girl laid before you on the table, can no longer be called yours.

Chaewon has evidently been waiting for you. She's poised on the table in the same top and skirt as last night. She is grinning happily at you, too, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary, for her to sit on your dining table with her legs spread and breasts shown.

"Good morning, sir," she says. "Yeongwon's fast asleep. What do you say we go for another—"

Before you can stop yourself, you've grabbed Chaewon by the shoulders and shaken her. Her surprised eyes reflect your angry and panicked self.

"How dare you even say that?" you ask furiously. "You fucking seduced me! You made me cheat on my wife!"

Chaewon is stunned for a while. Her eyes are large with shock that you have actually worked the nerve to have shaken her, but then she remembers: she's Kim Chaewon. You... you're nothing but the ground beneath her feet.

"Oh, wow, are we back at the fucking guidance office, professor?" Chaewon recovers from her surprised state with a dismissive scoff. "Chaewon's fault is this, Chaewon's fault is that... God, have any of you old fucks ever tried accountability?"

That insult targeting your age is one you easily breeze through, but the accountability thing... that is absolute bullshit. Sure, you fucked her with gusto the night before, but let's not forget that she was the one who made her advances towards you. What were you supposed to do with Minju gone and your head dizzy with the aftermath of a temporary crush on your student?

"What the fuck do you mean with your accountability bullcrap?" you roar. " You came into my home! You decided that you wanted to fuck me!"

"And you let me," chimes in Chaewon cheerfully. As she states her sentence more, her sweet smile dissolves. "Minju unnie was gone for the weekend and you decided to pervert on poor little Chaewonie who only wanted to babysit your kid. It isn't my fault your embarrassment of a dick can't take a day's worth of no pussy! "

Her smile starts out sweet and playful and changes to an expression mirroring your own at the end of her shouted sentence. She has stopped feigning innocence. Her true self has jumped out and it isn't going to hide soon.

You do not know what is more painful: you cheating on Minju or the fact that you actually let yourself believe that Chaewon was going to change. You see now that although her beauty is undeniable, so are her ugly intentions and attitude. Why did you let yourself be played when you know her so well? Why did you ruin your job and your life?

Well, you reconsider the job and life part. No one knows that you and Chaewon had sex. You let yourself calm down on that part. But just a few seconds after you decide to settle down, Chaewon pipes up with a revelation that makes your blood run hot and cold:

"I recorded your screaming by the way, and took our photos. I sent them all to Minju unnie and Professor Lee."

Your heart stops. The dread starts to grip you with its merciless fist and squeeze you to breathlessness. You don't dare question if she actually did it; she found out your number, for god's sake. Her finding out about Minju's and the prefect's are two instances that are very possible.

Chaewon shoves her phone in your face. You see the messages she sent to Minju and Professor Lee: voice recordings of you screaming your head off at her, and photos of you and Chaewon snuggled tight the night before. She even had the audacity to add nudes of her thoroughly painted pussy.

And Minju's responses... you start to break down into tears. You can feel the shock and anger from her even countries away. It breaks your heart to know that she trusts you so much, and now that solid trust has finally broken. You read the messages of her taking Yeongwon with her, and only cry more.

You have no one else to blame for this but yourself. If you followed your gut and never let Chaewon into your home, you would still be able to meet Minju with a smile. You would still be able to see Yeongwon. But you've traded in all that for a night of passion that is anything but permanent. There is no strings attached with Chaewon. She has nothing to lose while you have everything. The court and school are sure to take her side.

Chaewon watches you sob yourself dumb on the floor. There is not one fragment of pity or regret written on her beautiful face. This is what she has planned after all. She has gotten what she wanted, and after that, there is nothing but satisfaction in store for her.

"And I guess you can call it even."

She shrugs dismissively, as if it were such a small matter to her. As if it were something that can be resolved in little to no time at all. She's careless like that, and you guess that it's your fault for even giving in to her, but admittedly it's that very thing about her that made you do it in the first place.

Lift your head from your hands and turn to her with a glare blurred by your tears. "What the fuck about this is even? You ruined my marriage, Chaewon!"

"But you wanted me to, didn't you?" She inquires you with a raise of her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at her and sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry the best you can because deep down inside, in your heart of hearts, you know that she's right.

But you can't blame this all on yourself. You were manipulated. You were made a victim by the girl you had sworn you would never be one to. She targeted you because even if you don't talk about it, she knows your weaknesses and knows the right time to strike. And when the first blow hit, you just had to accept it.

Now, as you watch Chaewon emotionlessly witnessing you cry after she ruined your life with just a simple "send" button, you realize that nothing matters. You just want revenge.

You want to take revenge on the girl who ruined your life.

You stand up, slowly, hands shaking like your voice when you say: "Open your legs."

"Funny that you decide only now that you want to fuck me," Chaewon says mockingly. "Got over the consequences of your own actions already? Or—"

Fuck it. If she doesn't want to spread her legs, you'll do it for her your-damn-self.

You seize Chaewon's legs and push them apart. Not caring if it results in pain, you lean in and eat her out. No playful licking to initiate, no sucking. You dice in straight to tongue-fucking her hole the way you wanted to the night before because fuck it. Your life is already broken. Might as well do what you want.

Chaewon tastes exquisite. You will never understand how such a rough and terrible girl can taste this good. Place your hands on the underside of each supple thigh to lick a stripe of saliva from the end of her slit to her clitoris repeatedly. Chaewon cries out. The sharp licks at her nub just brews more heat inside her being. And she knows that you are aware of that, which is why you continue giving her merciless licks and laps.

"Fuck, so good!"

Chaewon's hole twitches with the wind. You blow on it, making her legs strain to close, but you block them with your head as you eat her out again. It's messy and sloppy; your open-mouthed kisses on her clit are accompanied with your fingers swiftly entering her. Chaewon's quivering screams are drawn out by their pumps and their fingertips scratching her G-spot. Your fingers are already slick.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Finger me just like that!" Chaewon pleads. You hate how your form of revenge still benefits her carnal needs. Isn't revenge supposed to be a one-sided thing? Something that only brings good to you?

But then you remember: whatever you do is a component to playing into her plan.

It makes you angry, but how can you stop when she tastes so good? You even furiously pull her legs closer so that you can taste her better. You wildly wiggle your tongue and thumb her clit, and Chaewon becomes even more worked up, clenching down on your pink busy muscle and screaming. You can feel her walls loosen and clench again rhythmically on your tongue, as if they could not decide if they'd rather keep it inside or let it go.

Still, your technique of gliding the tip of your tongue harshly against the upper wall of her cunt and stimulating her clit remains steadfast. Chaewon is beginning to whimper. Will you have the good sense to slow down the rubbing on her clit so she can take this orgasm? She wishes you do, but you just keep licking and lapping. The wiggling of your tongue slides against all the orgasmic spots that she feels the knot tense in her stomach.

"Fuck, you really like your breakfast, d-don't you?" Chaewon tries to maintain her bad girl façade, but it is close to gone now, just like the length to the destination of her orgasm. She feels it pulse in her clit and she screams again. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna—too much!"

You are smart to close your eyes. Chaewon is both a screamer and a squirter. Almost all of your face is wet from her cum. But you do not take that as a sign to stop. You haven't finished your breakfast yet!

You've licked her pussy clean from juices. Now, you have to actually take a bite of your breakfast. You tease your teeth around her clit as you bump it with your tongue. Chaewon's legs are flailing around wildly, but you keep them in their place. She wanted this, and you are giving it to her. It is simply a matter of eye for eye, orgasm for orgasm. You are treating her with the same logic as she did you.

It's her fault for screaming like that. For having such delicious and pretty whines that you want to eat more of her. For having such a beautiful voice that sounds better when she's moaning.

It's her fault for being so damn tempting that you start to like her more than you do Minju. It's her fault for being younger and prettier and more attractive that you do not even have to play your cards right to have a taste of her.

It's her fault. It's all her fault.

Then...

" Please, sir."

The girl who has ruined your life and others' is begging. Begging. She looks down at you, face red and eyes filled with tears. You smile; you've pushed her to her limit. She is going to ask you to stop. She will—

"More, sir, please. Please eat your bad student out."

You are stunned. Again and again you have been fooled by Chaewon. No matter how many times you think you finally have the upper hand after fighting for it hard, it always ends up being hers.

Chaewon knows you know this. Her smile says it all. She knows all the right words to rile you up, all the right movements. She is so much deception personified that you wonder if any of this was real. Had she been faking orgasms as well as her actions?

The tears rush to your eyes. You have reached an all-time low. Chaewon may be more exciting, but at least Minju actually cares for you. Your heart hurts even more at remembering you should be using the past tense, as your past actions have affected what she would have felt now. You are not a man at all. You're nothing but a masochistic toy for Chaewon to use and play for orgasms and outbursts.

Her cum is almost as abundant as your tears. God, how did your life get like this? you wonder, as your mouth instinctively drinks her up. How did you fall for a girl who doesn't care about you at all?

More importantly, how did you let yourself get to this point?

Those are questions best answered at a later time. You still have to finish eating your breakfast.

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List down what you think is the sexiest part of each Izone member (you can also include post izone group members Yunjin, Gaeul, Zuha, Rei, Liz)

Ooh this is interesting. Thanks for the fun ask!

By age order:

Kwon Eunbi: Her face. Yeah, her tits are amazing, but she's also super pretty that just seeing her face makes me want to breed her no lie. I corrupt the tokki

Miyawaki Sakura: Her midriff and small waist. So tight and ruinable 🙃

Kang Hyewon: Also her face. She's an incredible visual.

Choi Yena: Her ducky lips. She, Minji, and Hanni have the best lips in K-pop.

Lee Chaeyeon: This gif. Just look at it. I really need to write more smuts for this amazing girl.

Kim Chaewon: Her overall slim and tight bod. Also her ass. Plus her ass. Did I say her ass? Nope, definitely her ass.

Kim Minju: Her thighs and hips are to die for.

Yabuki Nako: Again, thighs. Not much to say but yeah, i definitely want them around my head.

Honda Hitomi: i live for her abs.

Huh Yunjin: I've come to find out that she has an amazing ass, and so yeah, that.

Jo Yuri: I've got a quarter of a pit kink and I got it through her.

Kim Gaeul: I can't post anymore pics but please do know that it's her ass.

Nakamura Kazuha: Her thighs and butt are so toned and sexy it's crazy.

An Yujin: Thighs. Anthighs are forever.

Naoi Rei: Rei's overall body is amazing. From her tits to her thighs, she's a five-course meal. Get well soon, cutie!

Liz/Kim Jiwon: I don't really lewd Liz because I think she's too cute. If I were to write something about her it would be cute fluff.

Jang Wonyoung: Her lips and legs are the best.

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Besides being a brat... There's also Yuri in work mode

Imagine this is Yuri co-writing smut with you

This is your POV after she drains you with the mind-blowing sex, she goes back to editing the smut for you 😂

"Rest well darling, just leave the editing to me."

One day I'll find a Hyewon x Yuri smut in my drafts and I'll know exactly who wrote it.

Also Jo Yuri is fine af 🔥 Stream Love Shhh!

#ask #friskyriskywhisky

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Dont you think that there'll be idols that use their body to get out of trouble from their partner?? Or even anyone. Like they got scold for doing something wrong and just start stripping and seduce?? I can see Yuri and Hyewon do that 😂

Clever Getaways

IZ*ONE's Jo Yuri x Male Reader Smut (not exactly)

Now look what you did. You sparked a BFH! This is all your fault!

Just kidding. But to answer your question, I can really see Yuri doing that since she acts so bratty lol.

Also, can't think of a better title, so just try to enjoy.

"Do you even know how much trouble you got me in?"

"Look, I get it. And I'm sorry."

"You'd still do it again."

"Well, yeah but—"

You've had enough. You raise your hands in the air to shut her up. "Just… stop. I don't want to see another slip-up from you."

"Or do you?" Yuri asks slyly.

You look up from your hands massaging your head and raise your eyebrows questioningly. You roll your eyes when you see your girlfriend ridding herself of the polka dot dress.

Typical Yuri, using her body to get out of trouble. She certainly knows her place in your heart, but you are not going to fall for this again.

Even if her shoulders and collarbone look godly, and all it would just take is a quick tug for her tight body to be in its full naked glory.

Even if…

Fuck.

"That's not going to work, Yul," you lie in between your teeth, trying your best to sound unbothered.

Yuri straddles you on the sofa. Her hands are splayed on your chest, forcing you to focus only on her. But you could not make eye contact and you end up having nowhere to look but her chest.

You find it more difficult to keep up your facade of nonchalancy when Yuri's hips start to move in dizzying circles on your crotch. She uses your refusal to look her in the eyes to her advantage, tugging down the dress to tempt you with her cleavage.

She squeezes one of her tits in her hand. Her moan directly sends blood to your dick. She grins when she sees your erection.

"Come on." She pouts. "Will you forgive me?"

No.

She shifts in her position on your lap to palm your through your jeans. Her hand sparks unwanted heat in your crotch, gathering into your dick.

No.

She raises her legs to the side to let you see how her pair of ruined panties slide down her smooth them. Her thighs coax your head to be their prisoner.

No.

Yuri slides her soaking pussy along your thigh. Her wetness makes a mess on your jeans, but she does not care about that one bit. All she cares about is getting herself off on your knee and the fabric rubbing deliciously against her clit. Moaning loudly, Yuri's hand slowly roams from her chest to the pit of her stomach, reaching underneath the skirt to finger herself.

"Oh… oh God… "

No…

Oh, alright.

You switch your positions on the sofa, devouring her lips hungrily while your hands tug at her thighs. The kiss muffles her gasps and your own. You throw her legs up in the air and tear the patterned outfit off of her body.

The dress looks a lot better on the bedroom floor.

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