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fillinforlater · 1 year

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New Lyrics

Male Reader x Chu Sojung (Exy)

Length: 2170 words

Tags: angry sex, body writing, mutual pinning to walls and chairs, hard sex, riding, cursing, fishnets, fishnet stockings kink, standing sex, creampie, lyrics on your body, lyrics might hit a bit hard to home, idol!Exy /producer!you

Inspiration: the ideas and pictures/gifs send by @friskyriskywhisky

Credit: @friskyriskywhisky for giving the winning requests!

(A/N: I chose this fic as the winner. Reason? Uhm, I liked it a tad bit more, the flow of words was very easy and fuck, I might have a thing for fishnets/stockings in general. Enjoy Exy!)

“Fuck, we’re out of paper.”

Exy crumbles up the final sheet filled with hollow, unfulfilling words and throws it in the corner of the recording booth. She spits out the cap of the marker, which turns out to be a dumb little mistake. As she goes to pick it up from the dark blue carpet, she doesn’t notice the awkward position of her marker. A dark line forms in one of the openings in her fishnet stockings.

“Watch out,” you laugh at her when she notices. “It won’t come off easily. Or did you want to play tic-tac-toe with me?”

Exy rolls her eyes and licks the tip of her thumb. She rubs the marked spot while groaning in frustration. This recording session has gone nowhere, hell, it hasn’t even started because her text is still bullshit words in a bullshit structure with bullshit rhymes. That’s how she said it, not you, but you tend to agree, it is not a good text.

“You can just type on your phone, you know?” you say into the silence, the booth drowning out any echo.

“I fucking know, but it’s just,” Exy groans again. The marker is still resisting her attempts at cleaning. “It just feels wrong. The lyrics feel like ass on a phone screen. They look dishonest, powerless, and smell like the rotting body of the CEO.”

“Exy,” you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose. “Get your act together. You’re not a child. If you need more paper to figure this out then go get some. I’m literally just here for the recording.”

“Only the recording? I thought we were gonna do something afterwards?”

Exy raises an eyebrow. She swipes away the free-swinging microphone in a dismissive gesture and glares at you. Tension rises, but you are uncertain if Exy feels the sexual part of it as strong as you do. Judging from the way she crosses her fishnet-covered legs over one another and adjusts her short pencil skirt, she is either very casual about it or tries to seduce you.

But the way Exy then grabs your wrist, you suddenly doubt that you will get lucky tonight. Maybe this is bothering her more than you thought. Maybe the poor lyrics dictated by her company have finally gotten to her. Maybe she is sick and tired of having to save her parts all the time. After all, it’s still business.

You expect her to pull you up and throw you out into the hallway, however she is pulling something else up: the sleeve of your hoodie. Your bare, entirely clean arm comes to light, just to be met and stained by the black tip of Exy’s marker. Letters quickly taint your skin, from elbow to wrist.

“Nah, fuck that,” you shout and free yourself from her grip. “I’m not your paper. Wait, what the hell is this? You can’t even use this! It’s like only curse words.”

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy? This won’t come off in—fuck, Exy, stop!”

Exy pins you to the back of your chair and continues to scribble. This time, she uses your forehead and cheeks to spread angry syllables. She is surprisingly strong and continues to keep you down long enough for you to be marked by her marker. She forces your head side to side to read the new lyrics, until you’re finally able to break free.

Grab her hips and hammer into the wall. The entire room shakes at the impact and Exy winces. She drops the maker and you quickly pick it up. It might be a childish thing to do, but you are eager to return the favor and paint her face with black curses as well.

“Fuck, asshole!” Exy shouts and stamps on your foot. “Stop it, now!”

“I don’t even think about it,” you growl and firmly hold her beautiful face steady. “Go on, spout your nonsense lyrics so you can read them in the mirror later.”

“Fuck, I hate you!” Exy punches your sides. “I want this to end / our love is nothing but a mess / We have fun at night, but during the day we fight / With all of my might I try to find you ag—

“Why did you stop?”

“I—I,” you stutter, looking at Exy’s fierce eyes that pierce through your mind. “I was just puzzled—ouch, what the—”

Exy gives you a painful punch right above your hips. The jabs she gave before were nothing compared to this, hell, it might even leave you bruised. Exy gets a hold of the marker and continues her artistic outburst on your other arm.

“Those are the lyrics, you moron. Gosh, you should just shut up and be a piece of paper. I try to find you again / but you’re not the same / you’re lame and all my thoughts are in vain.”

The two of you engage in another struggle. This time the fight is more playful, no rough punches, no throwing into the wall. It’s certainly no coincidence that Exy’s blue jacket slides down her slender shoulders to reveal her white crop top with nice, firm melons beneath it. More importantly, she also shows more of her paper-like skin now.

You easily take the marker from her fingers and place it on her exposed biceps. Exy grabs the hem of your hoodie and pulls you right to her face. Her lips are right there, ready to be parted with your tongue, but she denies you the kiss. Instead she moans the lyrics right into your face.

“I just want you back and all the fun we had / Get me out of the dark, the black in my head and throw me—fuck, just write!”

“There is no more space on your arm!”

“Then go further down!” Exy groans and presses herself onto you. You feel her abs flex the same way they do when you fuck her in your bed. Push her back a little and put the tip of the marker on them to write Exy’s euphoric moans.

“Throw me on the bed / Use your tongue, use your hands / don’t give me a chance, make me cum.

“Fuck me right her, right now, fuck!”

Exy’s shaking hands pull up the hem of her pencil skirt. Between her panties and your face are mere inches—and of course her fucking fishnet stockings. The way this tight-knit net wraps around her full thighs always makes your head spin. Exy knows, hence why she is wearing them quite often around you.

Today, you won’t wait until she pulls them down at home. Your fingers entwine with the fabric and you tear a large irregular hole right at Exy’s crotch. The young woman is eager to pull aside her panties to show you how dripping wet she is. You are eager to get rid of your pants to show her how rigid she makes you.

“What are you waiting for?” she says, sultry, spit dripping from her lips.

From one confinement to the other. The inside of cotton boxers is traded for the slick insides of Exy’s pussy. The two of you groan in unison as you inch deeper and deeper. Exy stabilizes herself with arms firmly wrapped around your nape, while you reach for her thighs to find a better position to thrust. She is clearly not amused, her patience thinner than a sheet of paper.

“Can you fucking start alr—oh my God!”

Exy’s mouth is agape, the remainder of her sentence stuck in the back of her throat as you begin to thrust hard. You stare at her face, the black letters and words spread all over it. The lyrics tell the story of a woman desperate for her lover. She wants to be pleased, she begs for it, although the guy is an egocentric asshole.

Maybe you are the asshole for her. At least you will now.

“Shut up, Exy!” you shout right at her, fingers firmly digging into flesh and fishnets. “You better save your voice for that fucking rap. I don’t want my skin to be wasted for nothing.”

“Ts,” Exy manages to hiss as you move your thrust upwards to make your cockhead reach the hottest depths of her tight cavern. “S-stop complaining, you got your revenge. Just, fuck, look at me!”

Exy flaunts her scrawled arms and shoulder to make her point, but you reject it by latching onto her collarbone with your lips. A strong waft of her cherry scent, mixed with the strong alcoholic smell of the marker makes for a weird sensation as you leave a hickey on her.

“Fuck, people might see it,” Exy whines in between her moans.

“Good, I hope everyone sees it.”

You reach for her butt and give it a firm smack before picking her up. Spin around and pin her against the next wall to continue your hard fucking—at least that was your plan. However, Exy takes a moment of your brief inattention and pushes you back onto your chair.

Her pussy lips still wrapped around you, she doesn’t wait another second to pounce on you. You know her riding is always intense, but today she is absolutely merciless. Her fingers dig into your shoulder, her teeth bite your lip, her hips fuck you numb.

You feel your legs begin to tremble, rubbing against the continuously tearing fishnets. Wet sounds and loud moans come from both sets of Exy’s lips as she is fucking herself senseless as well. She has become a beast, unable to control her lust. She will take you down, but she is bound to fall as well.

“Fuck, fuck, Exy, I can’t—”

“Cum, cum already! You fucking ass—ah!”

Thank God the room is soundproof or else the entire building would know of Exy’s violent orgasm. Wails at first, then waves of girl juice that run down your twitching cock. Warm, wet, tight—Exy’s pussy is as perfect as ever. Thank God again that you can blast your cum into it. Your entire body twitches and accidentally pumps all the white batter up into her.

“We’re not finished!” Exy groans. She tries to adjust herself in a more comfortable position, maybe with you on the ground, but this time you catch her sleeping. With one arm hooked under her knee, you make her stand upright, far enough away from every wall, one leg high in the air. Exy’s flexibility is taken to her limits, but even though she groans in pain, you won’t relent. The only thing that keeps her stable on her one, swaying leg is you.

“You’re fucking right.”

You groan through the initial pain of using your spent cock to pierce Exy open again. With her, a second round is always worth it, no matter the cost or heart-stopping overstimulation. She deserves the hard thrusts deep into her wet core, while you deserve to feel the entirety of her fishnet covered leg.

“Shit, fuck, fuck,” Exy whimpers into your face before you press a peck on her cheek, right at one of the many obscene words on her skin. Her hands move to zip open her skirt to give her more leg room for the artistic position. You on the other hand opt for more drastic measures: ripping more holes into the dark web.

Wet skin continues to hit wet skin, even as you decrease the pace a little to make each thrust harder and more precise. Exy giggles when you miss her g-spot and screams in ecstasy when you hit it perfectly. It’s like a game for her, where she can only win, either by seeing the disappointment in your dirty face or by feeling sparks of pleasure fill her breeding hole.

You hate this kind of game. You just want her to crumble, to succumb to another orgasm on your dick and milk you completely dry. Each minute you spend inside her and not on recording the rap part could lead to awkward questions by the higher ups. Reality is often disappointing, but you won’t go without a bang.

Drop Exy’s leg and instead get a hold of her long hair.

“Exy, you will fucking cum now!”

“What—oh, fuc—ah!”

All your remaining energy is bundled into a final assault on Exy’s cunt. Your cock is a piston on fire, rapidly leaving and penetrating the soft flesh at the right spot. You know Exy too well, she can’t play this stupid game forever. She grits her teeth, but her eyes already roll to the back of her head.

“Cum.

“Cum, Exy, you horny bitch!”

Once again, wet juices all over your base and thighs. The warmth from inside her is spread all over you, so it’s time to give her a good filling. To your massive first load, you add another impressive surge of cum. You pull yourself out, but before all of the white stuff can stain the carpet floor of the booth, you catch it with your hand.

“Ah, fuck. You got a paper towel or something?” you laugh and Exy’s playfully smacks your cheek.

“Get lost, asshole.”

(A/N2: omo, these have really set me ablaze fr)

#kpop smut #female idol smut #male reader smut #male reader #girl group smut #exy smut #wjsn smut

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vex91 · 7 months

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Kim Hyunjung - Sweet jealousy

Pairing: Kim Hyunjung x Female Reader

Fandom: WJSN

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: G!p Seola x reader in which the reader visits during Queendom shooting and is excited when she meets Loona, especially Heejin. Then Seola gets jealous and punishes the reader.

Summary: Your girlfriend rarely got jealous because of how much she trusted you but she had her moments of it, especially when it involved a certain Loona member.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Seola, Degradation, Blowjob, Just fucking like what can I tell you guys

A/N: Bro I'm so into Seola lately🤭❤ Thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

"Hyunjung, is your girlfriend coming today?" Sojung asked the girl as they took their seats in the main hall at the shooting of Queendom 2. Ever since the shooting began you came over to visit lot but you mostly kept to your girlfriend and WJSN, too shy to even look at other groups that you liked so much, especially a certain group with 12 members. Hyunjung knew how big of a fan you were and she often tried to encourage you to walk up and talk with them but she never managed to succeed so she just accepted that.

Your girlfriend was not the only one always waiting for your visits but the girls also couldn't wait to see you. Being Hyunjung's girlfriend for 3 years made you really close with all of them and you became like their little sister so your presence always brought their moods up, especially during shoots like this that could be very tiring to them. That day you didn't visit at the time you normally would due to something coming up at your work so they were starting to miss you a lot more which was noticeable by everyone there.

At some point other Loona members decided to use this situation to sit down with them and talk more with them to get closer and at that time you finally came "Hi, sorry I'm late today" You said giving Hyunjung a hug first before hugging the rest of the girls and facing the Loona members "N-Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" You bowed deeply at them, nerves building up in you at the fact that your favorite group was standing in front of you "She's a big fan" At Hyunjung's words Haseul immediately wrapped her arm around you, pulling you to sit down between her and Heejin before the conversation continued but this time with mostly them trying to get to know you more.

At first Hyunjung didn't noticed anything weird going on, she was just happy to see you so happy about interacting with your favorite group but soon she noticed how Heejin's arm often wrapped around you to give you a "friendly hug", how her hand often brushed against your own and how her eyes lingered on you a little too long for her liking. Even her words held a hidden flirty remarks in them and it was obvious that she had a thing for you, well obvious for everyone except you.

No one could really blame Heejin for flirting with you since no one except the WJSN girls knew that you were with Hyunjung but that didn't eased her jealousy at all, in fact it even made it stronger and before she knew it she made up some excuse and dragged you away and into some empty room far from anyone at the set. She pushed your chest against the wall and pressed herself against your back. You could feel her hard on poking your butt as she started grinding against your ass.

"Well look what you did huh? I can't film like that so someone needs to take care of that, good thing I have a slutty girlfriend like you here huh? So ready to take any cock in" She pressed herself on you even harder before turning you around and connecting your lips in an aggressive and messy kiss. Her hand lowered and since you wore a skirt that day she didn't had a hard time and she just pushed your panties to the side to feel you up "So wet already? Is it because of me or Heejin?" She whispered in your ear making shivers go down your spine. You never saw her so angry and possessive before but it excited you.

"F-Fuck... y-you, only y-you" You breathed out as Hyunjung bit your neck lightly "Then prove it to me" She said pushing you down on your knees before unbuckling her pants and freeing her cock. You watched as it sprung out but you didn't had time to admire it before Hyunjung pushed your head to it "There's no time baby, I have a shooting to continue" And with that you let her push her cock inside your mouth. You let her use your mouth however she wanted and she did. She fucked your mouth as if it was only some toy made for her pleasure, not caring about you gagging on it and soon she was cumming down your throat.

Not feeling like letting you off the hook now Hyunjung pushed you back up and bend you over nearest desk before pulling your panties to the side again and slamming her whole length inside you. You moaned loudly causing her to quiet you down with her hand on your mouth "Quiet down" She slapped your ass and continued thrusting into you, every thrust deeper than the last. You were starting to lose your mind over her cock as her hand muffled your every moan. Her mouth covered your whole back and neck in hickeys and you already knew that hoodie was a must if you wanted to go somewhere but you didn't cared much at that moment.

Soon you felt your climax building up and you came all over her cock, with her last thrust Hyunjung emptied herself deep into you as she pulled you closely to her chest, both of you panting and breathing heavily. You tried to enjoy the closeness between you knowing that your girlfriend will have to go to continue work soon but of course her jealousy didn't left her fully yet as she whispered in your ear.

"Wait for me at your apartment, I'll be there as soon as I finish here... gonna make sure you never look at Heejin again without thinking about me"

#vex writes #wjsn x reader #wjsn reactions #kim hyunjung x reader #seola x reader #kim hyunjung #seola #kim hyunjung smut #seola smut #wjsn smut #smut

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ourdadai · 3 months

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ᨳ̲ eunseo ( wjsn ) lockscreens

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ladysroom-zaza · 12 days

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What do you think about Chief Seola and detectives Yeoreum and Kazuha with Y/N rookie 🌝

Okay let’s say that you just got out of the police academy and have just been hired in your city’s police station but at what price 🤭 did something happened during your job interview with these women ? 👀

Your first day as rookie detective is something you're really proud about, but also a bit ashamed of. You know you deserve that job and you have all the qualities needed for it, but for some reasons the interview to get it was a bit...different🌝

You had to pass two stages to obtain the work: the first was with two amazing detective like Yeoreum and Kazuha. They complimented you since the beginning: how smart you were, how beautiful, how brilliant, ecc...

You were so drunk of praises that when they asked you to remove all your clothes to examine your body, you accepted without any hesitation. They were so quick with their hands: Kazuha playing with your boobs, teasing and biting your nipples: Yeoreum instead inspected your pussy carefully, sliding inside and outside her fingers in a moderate speed.

When you were nothing more than a blushing wet mess, they basically moved your excited body on their desk. Kazuha did not lose any time, immediately sitting on your face and riding it with needy movements. "Yeah, use that slutty tongue", she growled between her moans. Yeoreum instead moved between your open legs and started to rub her folds against your pussy, increasing speed over time, until they were basically slamming against each other.

When they both cum and were satisfied enough with how much they have used you, they got dressed and left you for the second stage: the meeting with department chief, Seola. You were too ecstatic because of the numerous orgasms to notice she had something in her hands.

Without saying anything, she just handcudded you to the radiator, so you were helpless with your back towards her. "Let's see how resistant you would be against criminals", she said, before starting to fuck your sensitive pussy with her pen. You moaned and tried get free, but she was too skilled with that pen. You gritted your teeth and closed your first, fighting your climax as long as you could, but in the end you gave up when you felt her tongue inside you, moving and stimulating all your weak spots.

You climaxed and collapsed on the floor. "Nobody can resist me, but at least you lasted enough to pass the exam. Welcome on board, detective", she praised you, signing your contract with the pen covered in your juices, leaving some stains on the paper.

#girl group x reader #kpop smut #kpop thoughts #kpop x fem reader #girl group smut #kpop girls #wjsn seola #wjsn yeoreum #wjsn smut #seola smut #yeoreum smut #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim smut #le sserafim kazuha #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha x female reader

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 7 months

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Past weeks update 👀

It has been such a long time since I posted on here my favourites pics these beauties have update on their IG, so...time to work, I guess 🙈

First of all, we have our lovely leader, Haseul. I've never been too familiar with all Loona member but lately they all have been wrecking me and obviously the leader had to take the lead in that😵‍💫

Then Dawon reminds us that she's hot and fit af. The combination of face, booba and abs really destroy me. Also the gap between her legs? Such an incredible feature👀

Next we have Jisun. This pic has nothing of too explicit but the mommy vibes... she's coming back from the gym to "take care" of you🫠

Obviously this would not be a Zazá post without featuring one of my wives, so just take a look of Mommy Solar. Miss, your outfit is already distracting, can you please keep that tongue away?👅

And last but not least, a fresh update of few minutes ago: Yujeong of Brave Girls. They're such an underrated group, both on vocals and beauty. And since they changed their agency, they have become...more bold 😈

Zazá

#kpop #kpop girls #kpop smut #loona smut #haseul smut #loona haseul #artms smut #solar mamamoo #mamamoo solar #solar smut #mamamoo smut #brave girls #yujeong #fromis jisun #fromis smut #wjsn smut

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midastouch-zaza · 17 days

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Bona wjsn reaction to her having a younger male fan turn boyfriend

Oh, I see y'all down bad for older women, but, hey, I can't really complain because same🤓 also, hell yeah, some appreciation for WJSN, I love them 🥰

But back to the lewd thought lmao

We know that sadly all groups over years start to slowly lose public attention, so it was refreshing to see some new faces lately at their fan meeting. She first noticed your face, then your behaviour, then your clothes and in the end...the bulge clearly visible through your pants.

The moment she saw it, she stop caring if she was older than you or if you were a fan, she just needed that huge cock inside her. Especially being both an Idol and an actress full-time, so she really need you to relieve her stress.

That's why the moment she comes back home after a long day of work, she just begs (lowkey it's an order) to fuck her until she's senseless. And she's such a needy sub, always asking you to ho harder, to spank her ass more, to fill her mouth with more cum.

Oh, I was almost forgetting to tell how you two got together. It was not a romantic dinner or maybe she cutely asked for your phone number, no, nothing of all that shit. She simply brought you backstage after the event and gave you the most mindblowing and toecurling blowjob of your life, like, you could feel her tongue on your balls for how deep she went. "Now you're with me, got It?", she simply said, after swallowing😵‍💫

#kpop x male reader #kpop smut #kpop thoughts #wjsn smut #wjsn bona #bona smut #wjsn x male reader #bona x male reader

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cataboliac · 2 years

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Memories

WJSN’s Cheng Xiao

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Warning: pretty angsty

Rainy days were always a hit or miss for you. If caught outside without an umbrella, hiding from the unforgiving freezing droplets would always be a nightmare for you. If it were a cold, indoor day, the rain made the day more peaceful; its cold embrace soothed you to a well-earned nap. Either way, you have heard a saying from mom that rain was considered good luck. It symbolized positive things such as change, renewal, and life.

Maybe it was mom's way of making you feel better—for whatever reason—because today was not the case.

The day started out beautiful; the sky was like a dome of plasma blue. The clouds were fluffy marshmallows drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun. Suddenly, the beautiful blue shade began to darken into gravel-gray, and the gloomy rain clouds blotted out the sky and the tangerine sunlight. Then the rain started to fall from the heavens.

There wasn’t a day you weren’t drenched during your whole stay in China—it rained cats and dogs. You were lucky that you were already in the conference room when it started pouring.

As you watch a droplet that slides down the window, you wonder why the higher-ups decided to send you out of all people to facilitate this important meeting. There are better people suited for this. Maybe the years you spent with the group as their manager made you the perfect candidate; you know this group inside-out, but you feel too attached to make objective decisions.

Either way, it might have been fate that brought you here—for better or for worse. The weather seemed to reflect the inner state of mind, a storm of feelings brewing inside you. You are thankful, at least, that Starship sent an actual lawyer on this trip and someone you are at least familiar with.

“Tsk. It’s only been crappy weather since we got here,” Jaesung says as he fiddles with his necktie. “And they’re late, again!”

“Yeah, to be honest, I just want to get this over with,” you reply as you tap on the window anxiously.

The rain droplet you were following slides further down the window and out of sight. With nothing else to do, you sit down next to Jaesung.

Jaesung slides the open folder that was in front of him towards you. “You think they’d finally show up?” he asks.

“I don’t know, but I want to see them.”

Looking down at the bundle of papers, the words “End of Contract” are written in huge font. Your heart always sinks when you read the names under it—Cheng Xiao, Meng Mei Qi, and Wu Xuan Yi.

It was inevitable, but it still broke your heart when the higher-ups broke the news to you. Ever since that contract fiasco with Tencent, and their booming individual careers in China, they didn’t need an incentive to return to Korea. It was only a matter of time till Yuehua called in and decided to pull the plug—a year before their contract renewal with Starship.

Memories of the three Chinese girls flood your brain as your finger traces their names on the paper

Xuan Yi. You never met anyone as pleasant or as happy-go-lucky as her. Despite her aloofness on camera, she is the most sensitive and observant of everyone's feelings. You think it was because she grew up in hardship. She always made everyone else happy, even at the cost of her happiness.

Meng Mei Qi. You hope the stories were false, but perhaps you never truly knew her. The Mei Qi you recall was insightful, compassionate, and one of the more mature members of the group. You prefer to remember her like this. She usually kept to herself, but she always knew what to say; Mei Qi was the best at expressing herself.

Cheng Xiao. No amount of words can even begin to describe her. Out of the three Chinese girls, she was the closest to you. Xiao was just perfect in every way possible. She was not just beautiful; everything she did was just as flawless as her. Xiao affects others by bringing the best out of them. She was a flower that made others bloom; that made you blossom.

The "Chinity"—as they were fondly named—completed the 13-member girl group you were lucky to take in as a family. You watched them grow together, lead each other through hardships, and celebrate the best moments of their lives. Staying up for 18 hours at a time was worth it to see those 13 starry smiles. WJSN was your youth; they have changed you in so many ways.

Even the happiest of stories have to end someday. You remember the day you brought the three to the airport—and little did you know it was the last time you saw them. In this line of business, people will come and go out of your life, but that day you lost an enormous part of yourself.

Jaesung taps your shoulder, taking you out of your reverie. “How are you holding up?” he asks.

“I’m good. A bit nervous, to be honest. Just wondering whether or not the girls will show up," you reply. Taking in a deep breath, you take a moment to calm yourself down.

“They mean a lot to you. It's okay to be a bit tense.”

He pulls the folder towards him. “Don’t worry, this will be a quick meeting. Just some negotiations and the signatures. Then if they don’t show up, we can leave, rest up, and catch a flight tomorrow.”

As soon as Jaesung finishes his sentence, the door to the conference room opens. The two of you stand up to acknowledge the presence of the Yuehua executive officer.

The executive officer enters first, and he holds the door open. You weren't expecting anyone else for this meeting.

The clacking of heels echoes from outside the room. Your instincts kick in; something is up. You assume from the pattern of sounds that it was more than one person. Taking deep breaths, you anxiously await their entrance. The anticipation is killing you inside; it feels like waiting for the curtain to come down on the surprise main attraction.

And three ghosts of the past enter the room.

The past always catches up to you, one way or another. Xiao leads Xuan Yi and Mei Qi in a single file line as they enter the room. The years have been kind to them—despite their busy independent schedules, you are thankful they look healthy.

The three look surprised to see you—eyes slightly wide and mouth agape—but they quickly regain composure as they approach the table. Xiao takes slower steps as she nears her seat in front of you, eyeing you up and down.

“We apologize for being late. We had to coordinate the girls’ schedules so they could all be here today,” the executive officer says as he closes the door. He then takes his place in between the girls.

“It’s no problem. We can begin the meeting then,” Jaesung says. He nudges your shin with his foot, taking you out of your initial shock.

This is going to be a long meeting.

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An hour passes by, and all the details are reasonably sorted out. It was arduous, but you’ve finally made it to the signatures. Jaesung gives you the paper for everyone to sign.

You tap the table multiple times with your pen. Taking in a deep breath, you sign right above your name. Every stroke felt like you were losing a part of yourself. With the final inking done, you take one last look at your signature—ink lines permanently closing the doors to The Chinity. With the deed done, you pass the paper first to Xuan Yi.

Xuan Yi looks at you for the first time since she entered the room. She gives you her signature smile, but the eyes never hide what you truly feel. You can tell through those glassy eyes that Xuan Yi hesitates to sign. It is touching to see she has not changed; she still has difficulty saying no so that she does not hurt anyone.

You nod at Xuan Yi, returning a smile. “It’s okay,” you mouth to her.

Xuan Yi's smile falters for a split second. She nods back, and after a couple of seconds, she quickly signs on the paper and passes it to Mei Qi. She turns in her swivel chair to face away from you and the table.

Mei Qi takes her time reading the contents. She specifically rereads one particular sentence, tapping it with her finger repeatedly. Leaning in for a closer look, you realize it’s the sentence with her name as “WJSN” Mei Qi. You hear an audible sigh from her, and then she signs the paper. She finally faces you, and her lips slightly quiver.

Maybe she does care.

Lastly, it was Xiao’s turn.

The sight of Cheng Xiao entering the room was like getting struck by a freight train; fast and messy, it reopened feelings you had not felt for a long time. Xiao always captivated you in more ways than one—wide brown chocolate eyes, heavenly beaming smile, dangerous womanly curves.

Today could not be a better example. Xiao has not changed over the years—she still had those lively eyes, plump red lips, and a simple yet killer attire that outlined her heavenly body. She was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt and high-rise jeans that make her curves shine, but you notice she's slimmer compared to her days in Korea.

After all these years, Xiao still makes you feel these emotions you thought you’d forgotten.

She looks dangerously calm despite the situation; you wonder what is going through her mind.

Xiao takes one look at the contract. Then in one fluid motion, she signs the paper. Xiao doesn’t even look up to you, turning to face the window when she passes the contract back to you; not even a single ounce of emotion on her face.

What she does shocks you; no emotion whatsoever on her face. Xiao never wears her feelings on her sleeve and rarely does she talk about them, but now you can't seem to get a read on her. Sometimes, on a good day, you can predict her—you have known her for so long that you know she lets her actions do the talking. It feels like she placed a gigantic wall between you two.

Has it been that long, Xiao, that I barely know you now?

You set aside any other negative thoughts for now and focus right back on the topic on hand. After a quick inspection, you pass the paper to Jaesung, who does his reading.

“Everything seems to be in order,” Jaesung says, standing up and offering his hand to the Yuehua executive.

“Thank you for your utmost cooperation,” the man says, accepting Jaesung’s gesture by shaking his hand, then offers the same to you.

You quickly stand up, shake his hand, and swiftly let go. Even though endings like these are a part of everyday life, you still wish you had more time with these girls.

“Mr. Lee, I believe we can discuss some of the smaller details of the contract. The girls would want to have some final words with their former manager.”

You try not to show any shock on your face, but you can’t help but raise an eyebrow. A wave of hope washes over you.

Your final words with the girls.

Jaesung pats you on the back before following the Yuehua executive outside and closing the door.

And now you’re left with The Chinity.

Xiao still refuses to look at you. She stands up and approaches the window. You at least understand that she needs some space, and let her be for now.

Xuan Yi quickly rounds the table and tackles you into a hug. You absorb the impact, catching her light body and cushioning her with your chest. Her arms tightly wrap around your torso. She shudders in your arms, and you feel part of your shirt suddenly get moist.

"There, there. I'm here, Mèimei,” you tell her as you lightly pat her back. You have always called her your little sister, even if she was a few months older than you.

This might be the last time you could call her that.

Mei Qi treads carefully behind Xuan Yi. She stops a few feet before you, shuffling between moving forward and staying in place.

This doesn't go over your head. You gesture to her with your free hand to come closer, giving her your most reassuring smile. Mei Qi blinks, and tears suddenly start to roll down her face. With her walls broken down, she joins the hug.

This is the Mei Qi you remember, and you pray she finds her footing again.

“I’m so, so proud of you two. You’ve both grown so well.” Xuan Yi bawls even more from what you say while Mei Qi tightens her embrace around you.

“I can’t believe you’re even here,” Mei Qi says.

“Me neither. This is all unexpected,” you reply as you settle into the group hug.

“How long are you staying here?”

“I’m only here till tomorrow afternoon. Then it’s back to Korea.”

Mei Qi clicks her tongue to that. “What terrible timing. I have a schedule in a while, and I’ll be busy the whole day tomorrow. At least we were able to see you, Oppa.”

Xuan Yi finally calms down in your arms. She looks up to you. “It’s the same for me, Gēgē. I wish we had more time together.”

“It’s okay. At least we have this moment,” you say. You have to breathe deeply to prevent yourself from crying.

“What about Xiao? Will she be okay?” you whisper to the girls.

Xuan Yi frowns at your question. It takes a while before she whispers back. “Oppa, I think you need to ask her yourself. We’ll give you some privacy.”

“We have to go now. It was great seeing you, Oppa,” Mei Qi says after.

Mei Qi is the one who breaks the hug first. She gives you a big smile, then blows a kiss to you.

Xuan Yi gets on her tip-toes, kisses you on your cheek, then finally lets you go. Her face is slightly messy from all her crying; you’re not letting her out like that.

You reach your pocket for your unused handkerchief and hand it to her. “Here, keep it. Something to remember me by.”

Xuan Yi beams from your impromptu gift. She uses it immediately, cleaning her eyes, patting out some of the smudged makeup on her face, and blowing her nose with it. You chuckle at her; she’s still the same untidy Xuan Yi, and you’re still picking up after her.

Mei Qi and Xuan Yi approach the door before turning to you, possibly for the last time.

“Goodbye, Oppa!” they say at the same time.

“Stay safe, girls.”

Xuan Yi opens the door, and the two girls exit the room to continue their lives. It takes most of your willpower not to tear. It feels like a part of you was taken away with them.

You hope they return with it one day.

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Now, it's you and Xiao left in the room.

Xiao still has her back on you. She has not moved a muscle since Jaesung left. It makes you uneasy; you are not sure how to approach her.

Seconds pass, and neither of you budges from your positions. The silence is deafening, the air thick with tension that you can slice through with a butter knife. There is so much to say in so little time; where would you start?

"Why haven’t you left yet?"

It was faint—almost a whisper—but you heard her. Hearing Xiao’s voice gives you the courage to approach her. You find yourself walking towards her.

“Xiao?” You stop just when you’re within arm’s reach.

“It doesn’t have to be this hard, Oppa.” She shakes her head. Xiao’s voice is jittery, as if she’s terrified to talk to you.

You reach out your hand to her. “I don’t understand—”

“Stop.”

You withdraw your hand instantly. You had your arguments with Xiao before, but she has never used such a livid tone with you before. It's shocking, so much so that you're too stunned to move.

“Do you know how hard it is to leave people you love behind so unexpectedly?” Xiao’s shoulders start to shake. Her hand moves to her face, and you hear her start to sniffle.

“I—I thought today was going to be easy. I was going to sign that stupid paper and try to move on with my life in Korea as a happy memory.”

“But why are you here?! Why, out of all times, do you have to show up when I’m about to move on?!”

Every word she said was like a dagger to your heart, reopening wounds you thought you had recovered from.

“I wanted to stay! I was okay with the back-to-back flights and never-ending schedules because I had a family to fall back to.”

She turns around, and your heart breaks into a million pieces. Tears were streaming down her face. With Xiao’s mask finally falling off, her brown eyes carry a mixture of shock, hurt, and barely contained anger. You hate seeing Xiao like this.

“Most importantly, I h-had—I had you. I had someone to talk to about my worries, someone to hold me when I cry, someone to tell me everything was okay.”

That was the last straw for you. Xiao's outpouring of emotions opens your floodgates, and tears trickle from your eyes. Xiao has always been strong, but you hate seeing her now so miserable—she did not deserve this.

You reach out your hand to her again. It carefully inches towards her face this time, and Xiao doesn't show any signs of rejecting you again. Your fingers finally graze her silky skin, remembering how soft and smooth it is. Xiao doesn't flinch, closing her eyes to the feeling of your hand. You gently wipe away the tears that stain her flawless face with your thumb and step closer to her.

A wave of nostalgia hits you as your arms circle around her. You remember this feeling blossoming in your heart—something only Cheng Xiao can evoke from you.

She opens her eyes, and they gaze back at you with a sense of longing. Xiao's eyes start to water, and more tears threaten to come out. Her arms shoot out for your waist, pulling you into her comforting embrace. Your body recognizes the familiar touch of her body as your arm wraps around her in a protective hug. Xiao releases all of her anguish onto your chest, crying and reinforcing her hold around you.

The years of separation have taken a toll on the two of you. It was four long years of rolling on through life, looking for the missing piece that made you grow.

And finally, you are complete for now; here she is, in your arms, reunited at last.

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“How did the hotpot taste for you?” Xiao asks after taking quick sips of her beer.

Hotpot is your favorite way to have a meal—it is the easiest way to feed a big group of people, there is so much variety in the ingredients, and it is a great way to bond over food. It's one of the things you shared with Xiao.

Xiao was the only one free to have dinner with you tonight. After calming down from the outburst of emotions, she led the two of you to her favorite hotpot restaurant just down the street from the Yuehua building. It has been hours, and the two of you chatted up a storm about the recent updates about each other’s lives.

You cherished every moment you brought the girls to any hotpot restaurant. Taking care of 13 girls in a hotpot restaurant is always a chaotic task, but these were some of the best memories you have.

You gulp the last of your Highball. Its sweet, snappy flavor washes out the meaty aftertaste left on your tongue. “Pretty delicious, but I still don’t know how you can eat so much.”

She pouts at you for taking a jab at her unladylike appetite. “Please, you know I’m not even the heaviest eater among the girls!”

“I don’t usually eat like this. It has been a while since I’ve had a proper hotpot with someone. It’s a bit lonely to eat hotpot alone.” Xiao looks into her beer glass, then downs the last of her drink.

She sighs. “I’m sorry, I’m bringing down the mood, aren’t I?”

“Hey. No, you’re not. Hotpot is always made for sharing.”

“Are you feeling better?” you ask her, deciding to change the subject.

Xiao flashes you a smile. “I am. I never imagined seeing you again, Oppa. I missed you so much.” Xiao's tender smile warms you up faster than the hotpot can. It is always the comfort to be in her radiant presence.

“I missed you too, Xiao.” You reach out for her hand and gently squeeze it. It could be the alcohol, the hotpot, or the skinship with Xiao, but it suddenly feels hotter in the restaurant.

Xiao squeezes back, then she looks away—unmistakable that she's trying to hide the blush on her face.

Xiao flags down a server to get the bill. While waiting for it, the ringing from your phone grabs your attention. It’s a message from Jaesung.

*How are you and Xiao? We have a flight tomorrow. Just remember to come back safe and sound.*

You always appreciate Jaesung’s thoughtfulness. A couple quick taps on your phone, and you send a quick message to him, reassuring Jaesung that the two of you are having fun.

After the two of you pay up, you both exit the restaurant, entering the cold rainy night. You open the umbrella to immediately shield you and Xiao from the rain. It’s comfortably chilly compared to the warm restaurant you were in, the drops of rain splashing on the umbrella adding to the cozy atmosphere.

“Are you still free tonight?” she asks.

“Still got some time left. What’s up?”

Xiao hesitates for a moment before hooking her arms around your free arm.

“Can you take me home? Please?”

Her request tugs on your emotions. The full moon floats in the middle of the night sky—a reminder that you only have limited time with her. You feel this is the only chance you will get to spend more time with her.

“Of course, I can.”

Xiao leads the way through the empty streets. It feels like a calm, solemn walk—it's only you two in the area, with street lights lighting up the path. It's so silent that you hear the pitter-patter of the rain around you. You catch a whiff of petrichor, noticing how different it smells in another country. A sudden gush of wind blows in your direction, making you tighten onto the umbrella handle. You pull Xiao closer in to keep her more secure under your arm.

The two of you enter a park. As you walk along the path, you’re reminded of the one you frequented back in Korea when the girls needed fresh air—or some time alone. You would wait at one of the park benches—reading a book or listening to music—then one of the girls would call you to bring them home.

“This feels quite different, doesn’t it?” Xiao suddenly says out loud.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m still technically an idol. And we look like a couple, walking in a park. If we were in Korea… the reporters would have a field day.”

Back in Korea, parks are used by some celebrity couples for their secret rendezvous. Some reporters would wait late at night just for a quick scoop. The gossip of an idol dating would be scandalous, to say the least. Strangely, she brought up such a situation.

“I’m glad none of that is here,” she says.

Before you can say anything, Xiao’s hand slides down your arm, intertwining her fingers in yours. Her hand is soft—feathery even—and it fits well like a well-slotted puzzle piece. On closer inspection, some parts of her palm are slightly calloused, a testament to the hard work she has endured over the years.

You are taken so much by surprise that you stop in your tracks. It’s not like you haven’t held Xiao’s hand a couple of times—especially like a while ago—but not so openly in public and definitely not as intimately as this, her fingers laced around yours.

“Xiao—”

“Can you allow me this? Just for this moment, let me pretend we had a happy ending together.”

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Xiao’s melancholic voice is the icing on this bittersweet revelation. The timing of all of this is anything but fair. Often these things happen for no reason, and though we wish for an explanation, there just isn’t one.

“How long have you had feelings for me?” you manage to ask. You feel your own voice tremble at the weight of her words.

Xiao looks longingly into you, her eyes piercing the core of your person.

“For so painfully long.”

Lightning strikes in the distance. Xiao's confession turns you inside out, and there is no going back from it. Once a thunderbolt hits, your life can be irrevocably changed. You've fantasized about this moment for so long, but life had to be so cruel to have other plans for the two of you.

“I’m not exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All I knew for sure was that I was falling so hard for you, and I prayed every night that you might feel the same way.”

“You’re very charming and kind. I've never known anyone so caring for anyone else. And you make me smile. That accounts for a lot," she added, choking up a bit.

You looked into her eyes and saw tears, and your eyes started welling too. Every fiber in your being wanted to wrap your arms around her. You wanted—no needed to tell her that tonight everything was going to be okay, for once she got that happy ending. No words can comfort an already bleeding heart.

So you did what you know best; let your actions do the talking.

You pull Xiao towards you, wrapping your free arm around her waist, making sure the umbrella still covers the two of you. Her chest presses against yours, and Xiao lets go of her hand to wrap her arms around your neck. Her wide eyes can’t settle between looking at your eyes or your lips.

“Oppa?”

“I’ve always wanted to hear those words from you, Xiao.”

“Then you mean…”

And then silence. The only sounds you could hear were the splashing raindrops and the distant thunder in the background. Once you cross this line, your relationship with Xiao will change forever. So you waited—until the crashing of booming thunder echoed the emotions cascading from your soul as you pressed against her lips.

Wise men say only fools rush in, but you can't help it when it comes to Xiao.

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel her soft lips draw every breath from yours, her fingers carding through your hair, feeling the thud of your combined heartbeat sync up to each other. Her insistent mouth parts your lips, Xiao flicking her tongue against yours, mewling into your mouth from the contact. Years of unbridled, pent-up emotion trickled into this kiss.

The two of you are forced to break the kiss to catch some air, leaning onto each other’s foreheads. You were so enthralled that you dropped the umbrella onto the ground—the two of you getting soaked in the rain—but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Xiao was in your arms, your true feelings known to her.

Before you can pull back a bit more, Xiao pulls you in for another mind-blowing kiss. This kiss will forever be in your memory as it trickles down your entire being, engraving the feeling of Xiao’s lips into your memory.

It was just the two of you in the pouring rain, and nothing else mattered.

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The front door creaks open as Xiao inputs the correct code to the door. As you enter her apartment, you're amazed to see how spacious and chic the living room is; a far cry from the cramped dorm where they lived as 13 girls. It might actually be possible that she could fit at least 13 people just within the space of her living room.

Xiao leads you to the kitchen island on the side of the room. She grabs two glasses from a drawer, fills them up with the water dispenser, and passes one to you. The warm water heats you up as you gulp it down, immediately feeling a warm buzz spreading all over your body. It slightly helps stave off the wet, cold feeling from your coat. Thankfully that was the only thing drenched from the rain, apart from your hair.

"Let me grab some towels. I'm freezing from the rain. I'll be back!"

Xiao disappears into the hallway. With nothing else to do, you decide to explore the living room. Her place feels homey, filled with the typical furniture—a couch in the middle, a side table right next to it, and a fluffy carpet to match. On the far end of the room is a cat castle, and you could barely make out an outline of Xiao's cat Susu fast asleep on the highest perch.

Picture frames fill up the table with photos of her family and friends. As you peruse them, two images grab your attention.

The first is a photo of 13 very familiar girls. Upon closer inspection, you realize it was the picture of their debut many years ago in that big gaming tournament. The innocent smiles remind you of simpler times, the start of humble beginnings for 13 young girls. Your heart swells with pride looking back on how far they've come, no matter how the meeting ended today.

The second photo surprises you; it’s a picture of the two of you dancing in formal wear. The smiles on your faces stretch out to the edges. The two of you hold on to each other so lovingly that anyone else would mistake you as a couple.

A towel suddenly lands over your head, obscuring your vision. Before you can turn around to see the culprit, her arms wrap around your waist. “That was one of my favorite memories.”

“How did you even get that photo?” you ask as you remove the towel obstructing your vision, using it to dry your hair.

“Exy took the picture. Believe it or not, she knew about my feelings for you. They all did.”

“No wonder they kept pushing you that night to me, especially to dance with you.”

"I’m glad we had that one dance," she says, and you barely catch a hint of sadness in her voice. Xiao lets go of you and takes the picture frame from the table. She traces it longingly.

“We can always do it again, someday,” you say with some melancholy in your words. You know it’s only comfort in your words, with little truth and confidence in them. If only you had the guts to even ask Xiao out on a date before, despite the circumstances.

Her eyes suddenly go wide, and she places the picture down. Xiao takes out her phone, and with a couple of taps, a familiar song plays around the room.

“Take my hand?”

As Xiao offers her hand, the piano's slow and haunting melody echoes around the room, taking you back to that moment with Xiao. Every note plays on your heartstrings, making the hair on your skin rise. You offer your hand in return. Like before, her soft hands carefully slide into yours as she guides you to the middle of the room.

Take my hand

Dejavu strikes you, overriding your senses, and sends your brain into autopilot. Your arms instinctively wrap around her curvy waist as her arms wrap around your neck securely. The two of you start to slowly sway to the music. You smell the sweet, rosy perfume that Xiao really loves to use. It hits you like a drug, your lungs taking it in as if it was oxygen to live on. You pull her closer, trying to engrave the feeling of her smooth and porcelain skin into your own.

Take my whole life too

You are Icarus—drawn to the sun's fiery light, running out of time, chasing the impossible. You would prefer this, however, then never find out Xiao returned these feelings for all these years. If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where the story stops.

For now, it has ended here, but your love for Xiao will always be immortalized in this memory.

For I can't help falling in love with you

You looked down to see Xiao looking back at you; her mouth was already waiting like a question. Her focus darts between your eyes and lips as she pulls you in slowly towards her face. She stops inches before your lips touch, feeling her breath brush against your mouth. All you can hear is the clock ticking down, the beating of your heart, and Xiao’s soft breathing.

"Please. Stay the night."

It was all the permission you needed. You waste no time and press your mouth against Xiao's plump lips. She did more than just not stop you; she kissed you back with such ferocity. It was earth-shattering—her soft lips against the bite of the liquor and sugary coke still on your tongue. Xiao fervently kisses you with such force that it feels like she's taking your breath away with every smack.

This is an entirely different situation; it screams of want, of need to commit this fleeting moment into a memory, for all the lost time to cascade into one final momentous passionate instant.

Your calves hit the couch behind you. You pull Xiao down as you sit down on it, making her straddle you and adding more to the passionate embrace. She breaks the kiss, leaning back to tie her hair into a ponytail. Not to leave you hanging, Xiao starts to rock her hips back and forth. It’s your turn to moan; you didn’t realize how hard you were until every grinding movement from Xiao sent shockwaves of pleasure up your spine.

Both of your hands move from her bottom to enter her shirt, exploring up and down her body. Her icy porcelain skin shivers on contact, Xiao purring to the warmth of your hands. Xiao grabs your hands and guides them to the back of her bra, allowing you to undress her. You hear her hum as the bra slackens around her, watching it loosen under her shirt. She pulls her shirt off with her bra—an unforgettable sight to behold. Xiao’s magnificent ample breasts bounced in the air, free from their constraints. Her light brown nipples were already taut from anticipation.

Your hand cups her breast, and Xiao groans as she closes her eyes. Going down from her lips, you kiss down her neck, hearing Xiao sigh when you inch closer to her chest. You kiss between her cleavage before diving and sucking lightly on a nub.

Xiao whimpers, hearing her voice reverberate through your eardrums. She leans back, giving you more access to her succulent bosom. Your tongue swirls around her tit while your fingers slightly twist and pull on the other, alternating from one bud to another. Xiao is putty in your hands and shakes from your ministrations. She tries to muffle herself with her hand, but her sweet, needy voice cracks through.

“Wait, wait! Slow down!” Her hands grasp your head, and you groan as you stop playing with her voluptuous globes. Xiao takes a couple breaths before speaking. “Let’s take this to my bed.”

She gets off you, pulls you up, and drags you into the adjacent hallway. Xiao giggles while pulling you along for the ride, and eventually, you reach her room. It has a spacious queen-sized bed, definitely enough for the two of you. Xiao guides you onto the bed—the two of you settling by the headboard—and continues where you left off by straddling you again and taking the lead this time.

Off goes your shirt, taken away by Xiao and thrown haphazardly somewhere in the room. She caresses your chest, admiring your fitness, before diving into your neck. A nibble from her teeth causes you to shiver, making you catch your breath as she marks your neck as hers. You keep your hands to your sides, enjoying how Xiao takes charge.

With a quick peck, she kisses down your chest, and you watch as Xiao crawls downwards to your groin. Positioning herself between your legs, she palms your bulge, and a groan escapes from your throat as she lightly squeezes. She looks up to you before pulling on the hem of your pants. You nod back, helping her unbuckle the fastener and Xiao tears off your pants and underwear.

Your rod is released from its confines. Xiao’s mouth goes agape at your size, her eyes running up and down its length. She grasps it with one hand, slowly pumping you. Xiao is delicate with you, a warm hand going up and down your shaft, the other hand gently cupping and massaging your balls.

“Fuck—go a bit faster, Xiao.”

She doesn't follow. Instead, you watch as her tongue joins in the fray, first licking your head, her tongue circling and lapping up your pre-cum. Xiao looks up to you with those doe-like eyes that send even more shockwaves up your spine. She kisses the top of your head before sucking down on it hard. Your breath hitches at the sensation, your stomach flexing from her actions. Time is agonizingly slow as you watch Xiao in between your legs, erotically pleasure you for the first time.

Xiao abruptly stops her ministrations, letting go of you. You’re about to protest before she wags her finger at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Xiao then lines your cock between her breasts and squeezes, enveloping your shaft with her tits. She then slowly slides them up and down; thanks to her previous work, you easily slide in and out of her cleavage. She never breaks eye contact with you, catching the tip of your head with her mouth and giving it a couple of flicks with her tongue.

This new sensation is mind-numbing. Tit-fucking does not feel as close to actual fucking, but it is just crazier to see Xiao in such an erotic position. You cannot help but thrust as you feel your abdomen gets tighter with every passing moment.

Your arms shoot to Xiao’s shoulders, keeping her in place. You did not want to blow your load too early; the night was very well young. Xiao understands and releases your cock from her pillowy confides, placing a quick peck on your tip. She slowly pumps you; the sheen of saliva coating your shaft makes it easier for her hand to slide up and down.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

You chuckle at her silly question. “I’m definitely more than okay. Now it’s your turn.”

Xiao crawls up beside you. Taking the lead, you surprise her by kissing her as she lies on the bed. It takes effort to be as delicate as possible, careful not to put pressure on her with your weight. You line kisses down her chest—making sure to give her delectable pair a good squeeze as you pass them—down to her toned abs and finally settle between her thighs.

You unbutton her jeans, and Xiao lifts her legs to help you remove her pants. She slowly opens her legs for you, revealing a damp spot in the middle of her white lace panties. Planting kisses first on her feet, you line more kisses up her legs, eventually ending up by her inner thighs. She tenses up as you inch closer to her core. Your curious fingers push on the fabric, and she whimpers; Xiao’s dripping wet.

A foot nudges you on your side. “Stop teasing, Oppa,” she says, her voice laced with impatience. Xiao bites her finger in anticipation, waiting for your next move.

You oblige her request, and without delay, you help take off the last of her clothing. You posture up first to take in the hair-raising sight before you; Xiao is now fully bare in front of you, and no words can describe how ethereal she is in her most vulnerable form. This is a moment that will be etched forever in your memory. Not wanting to prolong the suspense, you dive right in and lick up her folds.

Xiao gasps loudly to the initial touch of your tongue, raising her hips up. Your arms quickly pin her down as you lap her up. She’s intoxicatingly sweet, getting you high faster than the highball you’ve consumed earlier. She squirms under your touch, her hand gripping the bed sheets, threatening to rip them to shreds. You shock her by inserting two fingers, Xiao’s tight cavern surrendering to your digits. You watch as her glassy eyes roll slightly up before closing, her face contorting with pleasure. The moans of absolute bliss are music to your ears.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

Xiao is never vulgar with you, which absolutely turns you on. Your tongue moves up and down faster, never giving Xiao a moment of respite. She reaches out for your hand to help distract her from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her, but it’s not enough to stop the inevitable, as she moans louder and her walls get increasingly tight around your fingers.

“A-ah—fuck! I-I’m close!”

With one last flick on her clit, Xiao explodes in waves of pleasure as she cums on you. You do your best to catch every drop, feeling some of her juices overflow onto parts of your jaw. Her thighs grip you like a vise while her nails bore into your hand. It’s a pain that hurts too good.

As her hold on you loosens up, you kiss up her body. Still overly stimulated from her peak, she shakes from every contact with your lips. You pass her abdomen, her chest, finally reaching her lips with a kiss.

“I don’t want to ever forget this day,” Xiao says, her voice soft and delicate.

“Let’s make it memorable then.”

You line up your head to the entrance of her slit. You look into her eyes one more time. “Are you ready?”

Xiao nods and gives you a chaste kiss. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You slowly insert yourself. As soon as your head penetrates her, the immense tightness of her walls almost overwhelms you. Both of you are speechless; Xiao's mouth is also agape. You try to moan or grunt, but you are just swamped with pleasure. Xiao arches her back. She tries to muffle her moans against your neck, Xiao pulling you closer and simultaneously pulling you deeper into her.

“Oppa—you’re so big,” she moans, groaning louder as you sink further and stretch her out more. You gather Xiao in your arms while her legs wrap around your butt, deepening your connection. You pause when your length is fully embedded in her. The two of you take deep breaths; it takes a couple of moments for you to get accustomed to the sensation of her, savoring the warm, encompassing feeling.

“Try moving Oppa, but go slow, please.”

Now that you are used to the feeling, you pull halfway out of Xiao and gently thrust back in. The two of you groan as you fill her up to the hilt. Thrust after thrust, you develop a slow yet comfortable rhythm. Her breasts heave with every deep thrust. Xiao whimpers with each stroke. You look down at her, and she is as beautiful as ever—glassy eyes that focus on you, lips partly parted from panting, cheeks flushed from pleasure.

She pulls you down and kisses you. You taste your shared breaths and feel the combined thud of your heartbeats as your bodies synchronize, moving as one in your fiery embrace. You suddenly feel a sharp pleasurable sensation nipping onto the side of your neck, causing you to gasp. Xiao’s teeth sink into flesh as she sucks and nibbles on your pulse point.

You return the favor by increasing the tempo of your thrusts. Your cock pistons in and out sustainedly, hitting Xiao's sensitive spots deep and hard. Xiao breaks the kiss and squeals loudly, grasping onto you tightly. Her nails scrape across your back, making you hiss and add to the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Xiao starts to shake suddenly—her walls rapidly contract around you as she reaches her limits first, succumbing to her second orgasm of the night. Xiao brushes her fingers through your hair, clinging helplessly around you, trying to pull you over to the peak with her. You stay still, feeling her contract around you, watching her squirm and mewl from her climax. To help calm Xiao down from her high, you pepper kisses around her face, holding her tenderly in your arms.

It takes a couple moments before Xiao relaxes around you. She kisses your cheek. “I wanna be on top,” she whispers. With you still embedded inside of her, you roll over, your back on the bed and deeper in Xiao in this position.

Xiao plants her hands on your chest, slightly raking you. "F-fuck, even deeper!"

She moans at your size, groaning louder as she sinks further onto you. You pull her in to fervently capture her lips as the two of you try to get used to the indescribable tighter feeling. You taste your shared breaths as her voice hums around your face. Xiao then starts grinding, moving, and gyrating those thick hips on hers.

All you can do is nod as she starts to rock her hips, your mind blanks and is only filled with Xiao. You moan from her movements, your toes curling into the mattress. Her bed creaks steadily in the background, matching the sounds of your slapping flesh. Your hands move to her butt, kneading her cheeks to guide her motions. You watch as Xiao’s glassy eyes roll slightly up before refocusing back to you. “Fuck, you’re so deep in me.”

Getting a gather of her rhythm, you start to move your hips, grinding back into her. You knead, squish, and fondle her breasts, watching them heave with your every thrust. Xiao’s moans and screams reverberate throughout the room. Her walls gradually tighten around you, and you feel her impending climax. You hasten it by looking for her clit and rubbing it, pushing her to the limit.

“Ah—I’m—!” Xiao lets out a scream of delight. Her body starts to tremble, and she falls forward onto your chest. You feel her pussy clench as Xiao enters her third orgasm of the night. She quivers in your hold, clinging tightly onto you while still trying to ride you to your orgasm. Xiao is leaking, absolutely lost in her ecstasy as you wildly thrust into her. Your body starts to shake as you try to hold out a bit longer. Her walls contract around you long enough for her to finally pull you over to the edge.

“Xiao, I’m about to—”

“In me, in me, please!”

A warmth surrounds you as you fill and spread your white seed along Xiao’s walls as she threatens to milk every ounce of you. She hums at the feeling of your semen filling her to the brim. Xiao peppers you with kisses around your face, trying to bring you down from your high. Your breathing returns to normal. The pulsations finally stop, but you decide to stay in her, savoring the moment.

It feels like an eternity passes while the two of you recover, only hearing the sounds of each other's breathing fills the room. The sheets were ruffled, the pillows scattered around the bed, your bodies entangled in the embrace and covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. Xiao rolls off to the side, and the results of your affair slightly drip onto your legs. The two of you are too tired to clean the mess, drawing the blanket over your bodies.

“I wish we could just run away and live like this forever, just the two of us,” Xiao says, not hiding the sadness in her voice. Xiao embraces you and settles her head on the crook of your neck.

Your arm pulls her in. You give her a kiss on her forehead. “A nice beach house by the sea, just the two of us.” Your eyes start to get heavy. You try to fight the sleep off but to no avail, and close your eyes.

Xiao yawns, hugging you tighter in her embrace.

“I don’t want this to end.”

It was barely a whisper, but you heard it. If only this were like the movies—the credits roll, the audience cheers, and the guy gets the girl. Sadly, these were the cards that were dealt.

“I wish we had more time,” you whisper back.

Xiao places one more kiss on your lips, and sleep finally takes you.

The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye; the story of love is hello and goodbye until you can ever meet again.

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The first thing you notice as you gain awareness from your sleep is that it is cold. The upper half of your body wasn’t covered by your blanket, only relying on the shared body heat from last night.

The second thing you notice is that the bed feels emptier; you feel around for him, but you frown when you realize he left earlier than expected. You open your eyes, hoping to see him come out of the shower, but after a few minutes, it highly seems that won't be likely.

The third thing you finally realize is that your body is sore. The two of you made love last night—all the years of pent-up and unbridled emotion were finally laid out. You stretch yourself out on the bed; it still feels like last night was all just a dream.

After taking a quick shower, you enter the living room to be greeted by Susu. As a part of her every morning routine, Susu leads you to the kitchen to be fed.

Entering the kitchen, you approach the fridge and notice a sheet of paper pinned on by a magnet. Your heart skips a beat; recognize the handwriting.

You take the letter off the fridge and start to read it.

My dearest Xiao,

I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, but I had to leave early to catch a flight back to Korea.

He was always thoughtful, no matter what the situation. He didn't need to write a letter, but it meant the world he did.

There's so much to say. I want to start from the beginning because it's what you deserve. I want to tell you everything from the bottom of my heart. But where do I even begin?

Your vision gets blurry, and it's suddenly getting harder to breathe.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you.

Tears drop onto the paper, and you cover your mouth to stifle the sobs. In another life, you had your happiness together.

I love you Xiao

AN: Well... it’s been a minute! I actually meant to post this way last month around June. I... actually was away for a while. I don’t want to go into details in this post, but I had to shut myself away and go into hiatus from a lot of things because I developed an anxiety disorder.

I got back to writing last week, and I’m still trying to catch up to all my fellow writer’s works! I really missed writing, but I’m still technically on “hiatus” because I need to build myself up first again. I only finished this because I didn’t want to waste this idea.

This piece was super fun to make, especially because Xiao doesn’t have enough fics, and it was my first time writing angst! I tried to my utmost ability to edit myself and do other things myself because I want this fic to show everyone this could be the start after a hiatus. And the dynamic between the Chinese girls and WJSN was such a fun concept to explore. And if you guys didn’t get it in the end, it was Xiao’s POV. A writing technique I’ve always wanted to try!

Lastly, it was her birthday recently! So belated Xiao xiao!

Anyways, I’m glad to have posted. Till next time everyone!

#cheng xiao #smut #wjsn #kpop smut #male reader #wjsn smut

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Private Exhibition | Luda

smut, 900 words, mutual masturbation, exhibitionist, voyeur, edging, friends with benefits type deal, quickie A/N: Thank you for the request, anon. A few things: first off, Luda and breeding go together, yes (I think by law, at least in my mind). Although I started a draft with this in mind, the writing was very uninspired and not up to my self-imposed standards. I had this idea below, though, for some time. It kinda clicked so here we are. Sorry for the lack of breeding. Second, I normally don't put spoiler-y tags but, considering this is (another) quickie, I want to make sure everyone gets the general idea with the very short buildup. Chalk it up to some lack of confidence with clarity and the lack of external editing.

Few are the times you find yourself absorbed in musings, so concentrated on the task at hand that time flies with ease. These moments are valued; you consider yourself quite the creative, after all. This was not the case with “Drawing 1.”

Calling the course an elective would be a stretch. Every other class at the time was filled so you were left with no choice. There is a beauty to the drawing process and you would never deny that. The problem is that, out of all your creative outlets, this is not one of them. You don’t despise it per se, but being graded on one of your weakest skills is not your preferred choice. It could be considered a fun challenge in any other circumstance too, but academic stress begged to differ and you were left with a sour note at the beginning of the year. Inspiration, though, still found a way. Your interest in the class began when the dainty figure walked in.

“Alright everyone, this is Luda,” your professor stated. “She’s from the neighboring drama department and will be our figure drawing model during the coming weeks.”

Your inspiration was at its height throughout the course. The perfect model wasn’t unapproachable, anything but—you struck up more than simple conversation when opportunity showed. An intriguing, voyeuristic rapport developed between you as time passed which culminated in tandem with academic endeavors. The model likes to be watched—self-evident, but turns out it’s your gaze she prefers.

You eye Luda, carefully so, and take in the fine details that her graceful frame provides. Routinely propped up in the middle of the classroom, her mien is akin to a doll. Soft, delicate poses are the usual focus. They draw academic attention to the play between light and shadow yet you always focus on the more tangible details of her body.

Luda is on the center table today, like most other weeks. Unlike other times, though, you join her in a nude display. The mutually-hosted exhibit is for no eyes but your own. Thankfully, semester’s end ensures a (mostly) vacated building and that this performance stays private.

Her pose, often directed and deliberate, is unrestrained and self-serving. Luda lies face up at the edge of the table with the back of her thighs aimed towards the ceiling. Her calves and feet are pointed at you, toes curled due to the pleasure her own hand produces. You sit in front of your subject, like many times before, yet find yourself unable to focus on the intricate details that her body presents on account of your own pleasure experienced. Much like her gentle hand that runs circles around her mouthwatering pussy, your own tenderly caresses your stiff cock. You tease and display for each other during the course of an hour; the common interest in withholding orgasms a tantalizing game.

Luda’s supple flesh offers avenues for your eyes to travel and guide your sight to her most desirable locations. Her legs, nonchalantly folded and dangling at the sensations of pleasure, lead your gaze towards the main performance. Her folds are covered in arousal. Each elegant finger continues to spread the juice around the pulsing clit. Below, her puckered hole, which also throbs at the impending orgasm she pursues to delay. Her navel comes into view next—a canvas you have come to know and prefer over the academic. Above that, her pretty tits. Deliciously taut nipples adorn her flushed chest as it rises and falls with Luda’s heavy, lascivious breathing. Finally, her desirous visage. Her neck cranes, likewise seeking to observe the show that you reciprocate.

Similar to Luda, your orgasm will arrive sooner rather than later. The near hour-long venture has you both giving in to each exhilarating wave of pleasure as it comes. Your cock throbs bright red, barely able to contain itself within its own skin. With each stroke, you continue to spread the precum that leaks out of your swollen cockhead without end. You use your free hand to fondle your balls; the hypersensitive sensation is heightened by the anticipated finale. At this point, you would take anything to delay the inevitable. You become euphoric at the sight of Luda’s face, however. Her features lewdly contort as her point of no return approaches.

“Luda, I can’t hold it in any longer” you manage to hiss through the barrage of incoming pleasure.

“Mhmmph,” Luda whines. “Let's cum together.”

You stand and tower over the petite woman that lies before you; your stroking becomes unrestricted as you line up with the awaiting canvas below. Not a moment later, Luda erupts into a sublime litany of moans. Her voice shivers as waves of pleasure get sent throughout her lithe physique—this is your queue. Your cock blasts ropes over Luda’s hand. She smears your cum over her ongoing climax as the rest of your seed paints her soft, creamy navel. When it begins to pool around her stomach, Luda gathers even more between her fingers and rubs out the final throbs of her orgasm, mixing your white with her slick. You conclude and squeeze the last drops of cum as your sensitive cock glides around her folds.

Even post-orgasm, the lustful desire she imbues to explore the inviting inside of her pussy makes you ache with temptation; to one day satisfy your wish and paint her walls is not exactly off the table. This is not the arrangement for today, however, and your classroom venture comes to an exhausting yet satisfying end.

#kpop smut #wjsn smut #luda smut #male reader #reader insert

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existslikepristin · 2 years

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Royal Cheek

Tags: TheLounge, NSFW smut, dialogue-only, WJSN, Dayoung (pink text), gender neutral reader insert (default text color), consensual… dubcon?, anal (intercourse or fingering or strap it’s not specified), royalty/classism/viva la revolution, light BDSM, losing the plot, teensy bit of knife play, hair pulling, non-medical dry mouth, crying for at least two reasons

"So, you're here to see me dead?"

"You think me a savage, Dayoung?"

"Only a savage would refuse to refer to their princess by her title and tie her wrists to the dungeon ceiling."

"I see no princess here."

"Your coup is pointless. As soon as the Cosmic Knights return from—"

"The Knights have already conceded, Dayoung."

"W-what? But they—"

"The Knights have conceded to the demands of the people. They no longer take orders from a corrupt, so-called leader."

"How DARE you call my father corrupt! The king is the most fair and noble of rulers!"

"Your father? King? Eunseo is a mere tyrant who will be deposed by the end of the week, or perhaps the day, depending on whether or not you cooperate."

"Whether or not I cooperate, hm? I suppose you shall wait until the end of the week, if that's what you—Unhand me, you beast!"

"Beast? Is that what you're into, Dayoung?"

"You vile... disgusting! You..."

"Is that a blush?"

"Are you so stupid you don't recognize... anger?"

"I've always known how you feel about me. And I've always known your... other weaknesses."

"Feeling anything for you was... clearly a mistake."

"... But you don't acknowledge your other weaknesses, I see."

"Damn you—Ah!"

"Yes, yes. Perhaps I deserve such a curse. After all, I'm committing several crimes by tying you up and reaching up the back of your dress like this. It reminds me of the stories of your chambermaids. The massages you demanded of them. Of course, I'm not threatening you with anything like you did to them."

"Is your coup not a threat? The way you're touching me?"

"Of course not. Was it wrong of me to assume you want to feel my hands on your—"

"Yes, you were wrong!"

"Then I'll stop. How unfortunate. I quite enjoy your ass."

"I didn't say you should stop."

"I know when my touch isn't wanted. I'm not some—"

"Do. Not. Stop."

"That's quite demanding of you, Dayoung."

"Princess Dayoung."

"Are you saying it's entirely appropriate and expected of a princess to want her ass palmed by a rival while she's restrained?"

"I'm saying it's not your place to—mmm—What's this really about? Did you think you needed to overthrow the whole kingdom just to touch a royal—mmm!"

"Not at all. There's nothing royal about you."

"Oh but of course, you're so noble, aren't you? Taking advantage of the princess you're trying to depose."

"So unbecoming of you to push back into my hands."

"I still have the wherewithal... to not let you out of the question. What's this really about?"

"Nothing much. Just revolution."

"Revolution? Hmph. You've nothing to revolt against."

"It's not me. It's the people."

"The subjects."

"The people, Dayoung."

"Referring to them as 'the people' doesn't change what they are."

"I like to think it does. And your cheeks tighten up every time I say it, which I find rather entertaining."

"Explain yourself or be silent."

"The people want a revolution because they recognize their true role in the kingdom. That is to say they wish to govern themselves. They do all the work while the royals live off of their labor, so why should they not also rule?"

"They'll burn the kingdom to the ground... Everything my father built will crumble."

"If it's going to crumble, then it will crumble at the hands of those who really built it. Eunseo did nothing."

"You traitorous—mmm—What do you even get out of this? Do you expect that you will—mmm—ascend to the throne in the ensuing chaos?"

"Do you need help undressing, princess?"

"Don't say that word in such a disgusting tone."

"You deserve it. Now, do you need help?"

"... You had best make this worth my while. Perhaps if you pleasure me well enough, I'll see to it that you're demoted to my personal plaything instead of hanged for your treachery when this is all over."

"I've demoted myself already, you know. Have you not noticed my absence from the court?"

"I suppose you're just forgettable then—What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm removing your dress."

"With a knife?! This is worth more than your life! Stop smirking! AH! You nearly cut me!"

"Yes, with a knife. I can't pull it over your head with a rope connecting your hands to the ceiling. Besides, I'm an enforcer for the people now."

"Enforcer is not the same as executioner!"

"For them, it might as well be."

"You never did answer my question..."

"... Shit, didn't I? The rhetoricals have been a little hard to follow. Which one are you referring to?"

"My first one, about you killing me."

"Oh! Right. Am I 'here to see' you 'dead'? Do you think me a savage, Dayo—"

"That's what you said the first time, dammit! Yes, I think you're a goddamn savage! Now are you going to kill me or fuck me in the ass?!"

"The savage question was rhetorical because I was implying that I will not kill you, sheesh."

"And the next part?"

"Yes, yes, I'll fuck your ass... Relax."

"It's plenty relaxed!"

"No, not your butt. I meant this."

"You just gestured to all of me!"

"I know. It's a reference."

"Wooow. Way to spell it out for—oooh, shit."

"... Mind getting us back up to speed while I take care of this?"

"Yeah, whate—fuck... Okay, okay. Cosmic Knights conceded, deposing king by the end of the week or the—oooh—day if I cooperate, crimes crimes crimes, revOOOHlution, and you don't want to ascend to the thrOOOne. Fine, fine. What am I supposed to—FUCK—cooperate with?"

"If I'm being honest, I'm kind of losing the plot."

"Aaah! What? Why?"

"I mean, don't these usually devolve into regular sex?"

"Yeah, but so soon?"

"You might be underestimating the power of your asshole to make me forget about anything that isn't your asshole."

"But I spent so much time on that dress."

"Spent time?"

"Yeah, I made it just for this."

"You MADE it?"

"Well out of pieces of other dresses."

"That's impressive!"

"It's no big deal, I—"

"And you let me cut it up?!"

"It really added to the atmosphere. Cutting it off of me was super hot."

"We could have done something just as hot without cutting up your handiwork!"

"No, it's okay. I'm enjoying it anyway."

"Fuck. I'm sorry Dayoung."

"It's fine. I really do love the way this feels."

"..."

"Well, no guarantees, but..."

"We can jus—Oh god! Fuck!"

"Don't tell me you're giving up so quickly... princess Dayoung."

"I wou-would never give up!"

"Your smile tells me otherwise. I must just be too good."

"You fool. The—fuck—smile is because you're the—shit—one conceding to my title. Or did you already forget your—FUCK—goal of removing me from power?"

"Not at all, princess. I just might as well let you have the title for a while longer. Maybe a few minutes at most."

"A few minutes? HaAAH! You think you can depose a ruler soOOO quickly? This campaign will be months, aAAHnd that's even if you live once the Knights hear from the king."

"I have no intention of deposing you, Dayoung."

"Fuck! Oh fuck! God dammi—fuck! That's so fucking good, goddammit!"

"So good you're not even going to ask me what I mean?"

"Fuc—don't slow... Why—shit—aren't you g-going to...?"

"Depose you? Because as I've said, I'm not a savage, princess. We're going to do this the way the people want. They want—woah, are you—"

"Oh my god, I'm going to pass... pass out."

"D-do you nee—"

"No! Don't s-slow down. Pull my h-hair."

"If you say s—"

"FUCK, yes! YES! Don't stop. Don't stop! Fuck my asssSS!"

"You seem a little too enthusiastic for this, Dayoung."

"Call—fuck—call me princess. Call me—I'm go—"

"You're going to cum, right?"

"Mmmh—ye-yes p-please... Pleaaasefuckplease c-call me pr-princess!"

"You wanna cum?"

"Pplease please please it'ssogood my butt my aAASS!"

"Please what?"

"Call m-em—me princ-cess I swear I'll c-cum pleas—FUCK... wha-why s-stop?"

"Not until you renounce the throne yourself."

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me."

"HEARD YOU SAY SOME BULLSHIT!"

"You can cum when you've renounced the throne. We want a peaceful transition of power."

"YOU FUCKIN'... Make me cum! Put it back in my ass, RIGHT NOW!"

"As you wish, princess."

"THAT'S BETT—OOoh god yes."

"If you do it, you'll get to cum."

"N-never, you—FUuucking sack of cunts!"

"Is that really period appropriate?"

"I don't c-care! I wanna cuUUM!"

"Should I like, let your arms down? You look really uncomfortable on your toes like that."

"N-no, keep me toed... tied u-up."

"I mean, okay, but I'm going to get really rough."

"Yes! Yesyes oh fuck god oh fuck yes b-be rough yes. Yes. Yes!"

"Oh damn. You didn't wear the waterproof eyeliner today."

"Goddammit, my ass! Y-yes! Hur-rry! Call me p-prin—GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING BITCH! STOPPING AGAIN?!"

"I don't hear you renoun—"

"IF I DON'T CUM IN THE NEXT TEN MINU—MMMF! FLRRRgffmmm!"

"Wow, this cloth is really porous. You barely even sound muffled. Must have been really breezy when you were wearing it."

"Hffkn hffhrr..."

"I bet that was rude."

"Fh gff."

"Well try not to be. As I said, peaceful transition of power. Peaceful."

"Fhk yfr mmfff—HHH!"

"The obsession you have with your butt is truly absurd, you know?"

"Hft yfr gfhfffh—FFmmm! RRMFMFMFF!"

"Um... no?"

"HHK FF FHH—pleh! Fuckin'! My mouth is so goddamn dry now, you assh—AAH!"

"It's fine. You'll be drooling all over yourself again in just a second, princess."

"YOU HAVE TO SAY IT WHEN I'M NOT ON THE VERGE OF ORGASM, HUH?"

"Shush, sheesh. Too loud."

"I'M TOO LOUD?! YO—hurk!"

"You good? I thought you wanted me to pull your hair."

"Not so har—Unf! GOD yes! Please let me cum this tiiime!"

"Are you crying?"

"Shut uuup! I just w-wan—I need to cum I need to CUM!"

"You know what you have to do."

"You c-can't—don't m-make me."

"It's what the people demand."

"FffUCK th-the people!"

"I mean I guess we can arrange that."

"That's not—shit, fuck me! Fu-fuck. Fuck my ass! Don't stop don't stop please don't stop p-please please PLEASE!"

"Just imagine the whole kingdom fucking your pretty butt. Not a single one will let you cum."

"N-no, please. Please I can't t-take tha—FUCK! Oh god! Just l-let me! Let me cum please god let me cum just say it—fuck—once just call me princess one time I n-eed to cum so bad!"

"Hurry up then. If you renounce, I'll do it. I'll let you cum."

"My aaass! Please don—WHY?! Why would you do this to me? I'm so fucking clooose!"

"You aren't cooperating…"

“OBVIOUSLY!”

“You have to cooperate if you want to cum. It’s that easy. ”

“B-but…”

“No buts. If you don’t, I’m just going to keep teasing your poor little asshole to the brink of orgasm until it’s time for dinner. And then I’ll come back and do it until bedtime. Might even stay up late.”

“Please, no… I can’t… I—nononoNO! You have to let me cum, please!”

“You can’t fool me with these tears, Dayoung. It’s just four words.”

“Wh-what four words?”

“‘I. Renounce. The. Throne.’”

“I’m too—Uuungh, fuck!”

“You like having your butt fucked?”

“Yes, I AAH!”

“You like it when I pull your hair, squeeze your tits, and make you suck my fingers?”

“Y-you haven’t doOOne all of those ye—Oooh, god, no!”

“Already getting close, Dayoung? That’s a quick one. Your body must be holding onto more and more of the pleasur—”

“I’ll… do it. Please… Pleas—Fuck!”

“You’d better hurry. If you get too close I’ll stop again.”

“I… I ren—sss—god please!”

“Too quiet. I couldn’t hear if you said it or not between those adorable little sobs of yours.”

“I’m t-try—it’s good! It’s so GOOD! Pl-please god let me fuc—I’m gonna cum I’m gonnacum PLEASEplease don’t stop!”

“I guess I’ll have to sto—”

“I renounce the throOONE! Please! PLEASE!”

“Perfect. You can cum one last time… as princess.”

“Tha-thank yOU! I’m cu—I’M CUMMING! Yes! God yes I’m cumming thankyouthankyou thANK YOU I’m cUMMing YES THANK YOU FFFUCK! AAAaaah! Aaah…”

“Fantasti—woah!”

“...”

“D-Dayoung?”

“... Wh-wha—?”

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

“I-I don’t… what h-happened?”

“Fuck. I’ll, uh, let you down, hang on.”

“I remember… oh god I don’t think I’ve e-ever cum that hard.”

“Are you alright? Here, have some water.”

“Thanks… Fuck, that was incredible.”

“Here, rest back against me. I think you might need—Hello?”

"Geez. Are you done with the practice room yet?"

"DOES IT GODDAMN LOOK LIKE WE'RE DONE HERE, EUNSEO?"

"Fine, whatever. You've only been fucking in here for like two hours…"

"Was that any way to treat the king, Dayoung?"

"SNUGGLE ME, ASSHOLE."

"Okay, okay. Of course, princess.”

“Mmm, I thought I wasn’t a princess anymore.”

“You’re always my princess.”

“...”

“You’re crying again.”

“That was the cutest damn thing anybody’s ever said to me!”

“Seriously?”

“It’s a contender!”

“Well I’ll keep saying it then.”

“Can I… still have royal kisses too?”

#wjsn smut #Dayoung smut #kpop smut #fanfic #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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leafostuff · 2 years

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A King without a Queen, a Princess without a Knight (Ft. WJSN Bona)

Note: I am still in shock that WJSN won Queendom 2 against groups like Kep1er and Loona, i am so hyped and something like this made my day so much, anyways i hope you enjoy this Lovely Bona Oneshot

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Balls in the Baroque times were much better

Without including the fact that most of the time they were done in a big castle, there everyone was in the same status, granted the status was only the high class which includes the nobles, kings and queens, but it was still equal, their music was played by expert pianists and gigantic orchestras. and the most important: most of the time you always had someone to dance, never keeping you alone.

Stuff like this are not common in the modern era, most of the time the balls that exist are high school proms, and those include very noisy music which was heard through big speakers, and while there every economy class was able to enter, not everyone was treated equally, but minus those stuff, a prom like in high school doesnt sound to bad

Not to you however

Not only you had a very sour morning which included your parents having their daily argument about the most random of things you didn't have the time to understand, now the prom which you waited for the entire year since for the first time, you finally had a date. however she has decided to ditch you.

many emotions and thoughts flowed through your mind as you were sitting in one of the benches near the entrance, and going home wasn't an option due to not wanting to explain to your parents why you are going home early without your date.

honestly in your mind it was stupid to even think that one of the popular girls in school will ever agree to a date with you, it was so hard for you to finally get the courage to ask her out, now you could only just sit there, face down and not noticing a walking sound coming from the door as suddenly you could feel another person sitting on the bench.

as you looked up a bit to see who it was, you could notice it was a girl, wearing a white dress and shoes matching her color as her face which was suspiciously familiar to you was frowning.

“Oh wait, Its Kim Jiyeon” it finally came to your mind as you recalled where you’ve seen this face, you have never seen her like that since usually she was one of the nerdy girls in school, always wearing a hoodie to school, buried in her book, and now to see her in a white dress like she was some sort of princess, she was gorgeous.

“got ditched as well?” She asked, breaking the ice between, she scooted a bit closer, you looked toward her as she showed a weak smile as you returned it.

“you don't even know” you reply to her, now fully sitting instead of the position you were in before “Nayeon actually ditched me as soon we entered the gym, she was like “ew, i just needed you as a ride, if you’ll excuse me i am going to go with people that actually deserve, ciao”, like come on” you added, trying to laugh at the whole situation as even Jiyeon giggled a bit.

“Cheerleaders am i right? oh and don't even get me started on football jocks, thinking its SOOOOO Easy to play with a girl feeling like that” she said “like i was supposed to go out with Hyunjin the guy, and mid dance he actually just went to dance with another girl, as i just understood the hint and left.” you couldnt notice how stupidly you were giggling as suddenly the both of you find out how close you two are sitting next to each other, your thighs are almost touching each other, making her move back a bit, both of your face are pink

“So…are you staying here by any chance?” you can't help yourself but ask, if the both of you got ditched by their prom date, why not do it together

“Uhh i don't know why?” she replied with her own question.

“well…uhh i was planning to order some pizza, and i was maybe wondering if you would like to join me” you replied, showing a small grin.

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“i can officially say: this is, the best pizza, i ever ate, im my whole damn life” Jiyeon said, one slice on her hand as this was the 2nd one she ate, you did order a big pizza just for the two and thorough that time you learned a lot about Jiyeon, or how she wanted you to call her: Bona, which you didnt really understand the meaning behind it, it just a name her mother used to call her, and decided to make it her nickname.

“i know right? i order from them like every weekend, and they are so good” you reply as you take another bite from your olive slice, the sounds of the prom were almost mute since your talk with each other had so much more focus. “wow to be honest, i cant believe we never got to talk like this before” you add, making her giggle

“yeah, like we were like classmates for like….4 years? not going to lie you are kind of a fun guy to hang around” Jiyeon, suddenly the both of you hear a song the two of you know very well, as you looked at her smiling when an idea popped in your head, making her very confused as you stood up

“You know…it seems that your prince didn't show up to take you dance miss Bona” you say with an elegant voice as to try and copy the nobles in the Baroque times which result in the girl in front of you to giggle cutely.

“Oh my it does seem that way, will you be the knight to invite such a young mistress like me to dance?” she said, standing up as well, giving you her hand, your hands intertwine as you pull her close to you, her arms creep slowly to around your neck as yours go to her waist.

as the two of you start to dance slowly, your eyes couldn't stop looking at hers, most of the time you met those they were covered by her glasses but seeing her like that, she was beautiful. “where was she all this time?” you thought to yourself as her entire smile hypnotize you when suddenly she leans in closer to give you a small peck on your cheek.

She moves away as her face fully red from the blush. “i….haha oh god” she said as she just jumped onto you for a embrace “it seems that miss Bona is very excited to be with you” she replied in third person, your left hand brushes her hair away for her face in order to to feel her cheeks.

“I see, maybe miss Bona will be honored to meet me tomorrow in the theater to watch the new Spider-Man?” you ask, still acting your role

“Are you inviting me to watch Spider-Man together?” she reply, as you just nod, “Great, guess i will meet you then, but i really need to go, it was very fun” she replies as another peck goes to the other cheek, as she leaves your hug, taking her bag and leaving the place, leaving you standing there in shock.

“maybe this day wasn't so bad” you thought to yourself as you just sat near your pizza, taking another munch and smiling to yourself.

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Yay another oneshot is ready, i really enjoyed writing it, again i am so excited for the new comeback of WJSN and super happy for their win in Queendom 2, have a rest of a good day leafies

#cosmic girls #wjsn smut #bona_fanfiction #kpop fanfic #wjsn bona #wjsn moodboard #wjsn icons

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 56

Hello everyone, Smite here!

We are now at a time where a lot of my first fics turn 1 year old. Yay! I think this is a perfect time for an ad, an ad about my new, official AO3 account. Because of Tumblr’s new policy (ew) and for other reasons, I have decided to gradually move my works to AO3 as well.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN that I’ll move away from Tumblr. This will continue to be my main site for the forseable future, so you don’t have to move lmao. My fics will first be posted here and someday to AO3.

Update: Will there be a fic this week? Maybe, probably, but tbh, no clue.

Enough talk about me. After all, this post is dedicated to these amazing writers and wonderful people that are on here WELL DESERVED! Give love to these cuties:

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@withcreamandsugar: Stray ft. Seola

The Isa fic (with the VERY accurate name Feral) was already insane, and this checks the box of heart warming and... other-places warming. I really enjoyed this, easily my favorite Seola character and fuck... I’m craving meat rn lmao

Also: Jazz pog

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@erospandemos: Her little kisses ft. Jiheon (fluff)

This is adorable. For all fluff and Jiheon enjoyers, this is the way. I can feel myself getting warmer reading this siiigh

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@falsesubmission: Kinktober: Spanking ft. Ahn Yujin

M A D L A D! Attempting Kinktober, having a full outline and then choosing an excellent kink for our Puppy? Yep, you’re on the map now! I’m excited to see how it’ll go.

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@capslocked: Vanity ft. Chaewon

I heard someone say that this is perfect in every way. What can I say...

Y E S

Damn it, the tease alone is Oscar Worthy, the actual fucking will blow your mind and ahhhhhhh, I can’t get rid of Chaewon, she is just too hot.

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@writerpeach: Classroom Copulation ft. Arin

The man. The myth. The legend. The thing’s Arins ass does to you hehe, we need more MORE M O R E. This is just so good!

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@co-reborn: No Words ft. Tzuyu

I wanted to do some Tzuyu research and what better writer to look for than our adorable C.O. Keep it up, buddy, and you, dear reader, keep your heads up: Something is cumming coming ;)

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What makes my eyes go wide is this:

10,7 followers per day over the last month!

W.O.W, you’ll are amazing!

See you later, byeeee :)

#mondayofappreciation #wjsn smut #kpop smut #female idol smut #female idol fluff #kpop fluff #seola smut #jiheon fluff #fromis fluff #le sserafim smut #chaewon smut #izone smut #yujin smut #ahn yujin #ive smut #twice smut #tzuyu smut #arin smut #oh my girl smut

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Chu Sojung - Doesn't matter

Pairing: Chu Sojung x Female Reader

Fandom: WJSN

Requested by: @slowlydifferentbluebird

Request: I'm here to ask some content for my WJSN bias, Exy 😌

What about Exy getting a crush on Dayeon's best friend(the Reader) but she can't accept easily the fact you're younger so she acts all tsundere. I'll let you choose the genre: fluff, angst, suggestive or a mix of them lol

Keep your good work and stan WJSN, y'all ❤

Zazá

Summary: Sojung never went for younger girls, most of the time it were women her age but for some reason something was drawing her to you and in the end she couldn't fight it.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, 5 years age difference, fingering

A/N: Thank you for requesting friend, hope you'll like it❤ I don't trust people who don't shake their ass when unnatural is playing😒

3rd's POV

"Guys, my friend will come over today so please behave today alright?" Sojung look up from her phone at the sound of Dayoung's voice. It wasn't an everyday occurrence for the girl to bring her friends to the dorm so it surprised the older girl "Are you saying that we don't know how to behave?" Juyeon who was making a snack for herself asked from the kitchen, Dayoung nodded earning a glare from the other girl. Jiyeon who was sitting next to Sojung just nodded and got back to texting someone.

The rest of the morning went by pretty normally or at least as normal as it could be at their dorm but the thought of Dayoung bringing home a friend kept appearing in Sojung's mind. Since Dayoung herself out of all of them wanted them to behave then this friend had to be special which only made the older girl more excited to meeting her.

Finally the time for you to arrive came and all the members were in the living room, pretending to be doing something there but it was obvious that they wanted to catch a glimpse of you. A doorbell rang and Dayoung ran up to the door, opening them and jumping on you for a hug "Aww I missed you so much Y/N, we really need to hang out more" All of them could hear you laughing at your friend's behavior and Sojung's heart skipped a beat at the sound of it.

It was beautiful.

Dayoung pulled you inside and showed you off to the other members "Guys this is Y/N and Y/N you already know their names" Sojung's eyes landed on you and she swore in that moment that she never saw anyone more beautiful than you looked right now. Her eyes couldn't leave you even when Dayoung started dragging you to her room, she only looked away when Juyeon elbowed her lightly. Looking to the side she only saw younger girl's smirk and she already knew where it was going so before she could say anything more, Sojung quickly excused herself to her own room.

But her mind was still plagued with you.

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In the end Sojung was too big of a shy coward to ask Dayoung about you so she asked Hyunjung to do it for her because she knew that out of all the members she would probably tease her the least. That's how she managed to find some informations about you and honestly she wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad.

You were 5 years younger than her.

Nothing out of ordinary except the fact that Sojung never dated girls younger than her, especially 5 years younger. Her pride of never falling for younger girls started wavering ever since she met you and despite wanting to get to know you better, she hesitated. What would Dayoung think? Or even you, were you even into older women?

This made her act cold towards you whenever you came over to their dorm or just visited them during practice. You asked Dayoung about it because honestly it made you kinda sad that she ignored you like that, you thought that it was because of something you did so you felt guilty. If only you knew that in reality Sojung just wanted to have you all to herself even when she wasn't able to express it well.

In her room whenever she felt turned on and masturbated, all she thought about was you and how she needed you. During times like these she hated her stupid pride because if it wasn't for it then she would already confessed. Now it seemed like a distant dream.

Well at least until that one night.

You came over to sleep over at their dorm. At some point Dayoung was called to the studio for something important so you were left alone in her room. Sojung went to the room to retrieve her headphones that she left there before but she didn't expected you to be there alone. You locked eyes and the atmosphere changed "I-I just came to grab my headphones. I won't disturb you long" Quickly grabbing her headphones Sojung was about to leave before your voice stopped her "W-Wait, can you stay" She hesitated but in the end she had a hard time declining, so she took a sit on the bed next to you.

Silence took over the room, you sat awkwardly next to each other not knowing how to start a conversation. You looked like teenagers instead of grown adults in that moment. The awkwardness was painful to both of you so you decided to break it and find out something that bothered you for a while now.

"Did I.. did something wrong that bothered you?" Sojung looked up at you with a confused face "Did something? Why?" Now it was your turn to look confused because how she didn't knew about it when she clearly avoided you "I mean, I must have did something wrong right? You avoid and ignore me ever since we met" Finally understanding what you meant Sojung felt guilt creeping inside her. She never meant to make you feel like you did something but now that she thought about it, it did looked like that.

"No you didn't do anything I swear, it's just.. nothing" She looked down, too embarrassed to look at your face but what she said made you curious so you got closer to her and made her look at you. Her breath hitched at the proximity of your faces "It's clearly something, what is it?" The softness of your voice made her blush furiously as she tried to even the beating of her heart, scared that you're close enough to hear it. The closeness only made her more and more desperate for you and you were completely clueless about the effect you had on her.

"You really don't know what you're doing to me huh?" Sojung whispered, you weren't sure what she was talking about until you saw her hands gripping the bed tightly and her flushed face. The dots connected in your head and you started to have an idea about what was going on. Smirking you got even closer to her "Why are you stopping yourself from it then?" Her mind started becoming more and more clouded with the need for you "You're younger than me" Her reply was quick and short, it was getting harder for her to think normally at this point as your scent started enveloping her.

"We're both adults right? It doesn't matter if I'm younger or not, I can make my own decisions and right now I want you to fuck me like you mean it" All the right judgment left Sojung's mind after your words, she quickly connected your lips in a messy kiss. The roughness made you moan against her lips driving the older girl even more crazy. She finally had all she wanted right in front of her and she didn't wanted to stop herself now.

Her hands quickly pulled your pants down, her hand started circling around your clit earning a series of whimpers from you "Dayoung can come back soon so I need to be quick" She kissed you again as her two fingers entered you. Her pace was slow at first but it soon changed and before you knew it, she was slamming her fingers in and out of you with an incredible speed. Just like she said Dayoung could be home anytime so she had to be quick. Soon she found the perfect spot to hit to make you become an even bigger moaning mess. Since the other members were home Sojung tried to swallow all your moans with her mouth as she continued making out with you.

The familiar feeling started creeping in you and soon you came on her fingers. Sojung helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling her fingers out of you and tasting them right in front of you. The moment would last longer but the sound of Dayoung's voice downstairs brought you both to earth, the older girl helped you fix yourself but right before Dayoung came back Sojung whispered something in your ear.

"When Dayoung falls asleep, come to my room for a second round alright?"

Now that she had a taste of you Sojung won't be able to avoid you again, none of you complained about it though.

#vex writes #wjsn x reader #wjsn reactions #chu sojung x reader #exy x reader #chu sojung #exy #chu sojung smut #exy smut #wjsn smut #smut

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ourdadai · 3 months

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ᨳ̲ seola ( wjsn ) lockscreens

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lordofthekinkdom · 5 months

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Borrowed Time

Four in the morning. Another night only half-slept. It was becoming an inescapable pattern, for weeks now. The same story; the only thing that changed was whether she got five hours of sleep or three.

There was nothing in the window, just the sleepy blackness of a city lulled into the night, and the reflection of her girlfriend’s form snoozing peacefully in their bed behind her. Hyunjung closed her eyes slowly and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her shoulder pressed against the cold window pane. How many hours until sun up? How many hours to go?

Nights were the worst. When there was no city to escape into. To try and forget her guilt. Pulled from sleep at four in the morning, there was nothing to do but wait with the company of her thoughts. Hyunjung pulled at her hair. Sometimes it was unbelievable that this was even real. If only life had an undo button. If only she could go back. If only. But real life doesn’t have take backs.

And sometimes you’re in too deep that you can’t get back out—you can only try to hold on to that momentary peace for as long as possible, even as you stare its death in the face. The most painful part of these blissful moments was knowing it would all fall apart one day. Even if Hyunjung lied to herself, told herself she could keep the act up, keep the secret sealed, bury the truth behind her—nights like these she was at her breaking point anyway. The anxiety gnawing away at her composure. It wasn’t a quick knife in the night, it was a slow burn. Building day after day. At least during the day the sounds of the city could drown out the sound of her soul simmering away, but in the silence of the night there was no escape.

Every laugh. Every smile. Every giggle. Every twinkling eye. In the beginning, even in the quiet first few days after she had done the unthinkable, Hyunjung didn’t have to fake them. But her lips hurt now. Every muscle of her face, holding itself together like fingernails digging into the edge of a cliff. Slipping slowly. Aching under a pain greater than the weight of her chin. No longer searching for happiness; now just praying for survival. But in a way, it was still better than when she could turn off the act. And be alone.

Her phone buzzed. An instagram notification—Hyunjung only had them turned on for one person.

Sojung was on vacation in Hawaii.

Hyunjung buried her phone in her pocket; her demons were tethered to her at the hip. She turned around and slunk past Soobin breathing softly between the bedsheets, not trusting herself to even get close to her girlfriend. Not right now.

Out the door.

Down the steps.

One day it would all come out. That was the horror of it all. Not maybe. It would come out. And then what? Her friends would abandon her. Soobin’s family would be crushed. What would her own family think? Years from now, they’d still talk about it in hushed voices over dinners. Her name. Forever. And Soobin—

Hyunjung needed to find a bar.

“Where were you?”

But the look in Soobin’s quiet eyes—it wasn’t worried at all. As if there was nothing for her to be worried about—not with Hyunjung. Of course not.

Hyunjung smiled. Forced.

Not one second. Her conscience couldn’t spare her even one second of true happiness. Not even to enjoy the life she had now, while she had it.

Hyunjung lifted the plastic bag in her hands. “I brought you something,” she murmured, crawling onto those king-sized clouds of heaven she was renting, until the devil finally came to bring her home. She opened the bag and took out a bottle of red wine with a little stuffed dog hugging the neck.

Soobin’s eyes lit up. “Oh? What’s this?”

“I… I worried, I felt like I hurt you last night,” Hyunjung said quietly.

If only Soobin knew what she really meant by hurt.

Soobin looked up at Hyunjung. “No, baby, I told you… I asked to try without lube.” She wrapped her arms around Hyunjung’s neck and pulled them so close Hyunjung could feel her smile. “You didn’t hurt me.” Their bodies tugged at each other like magnets. Soobin giggled softly in Hyunjung’s ear. “You could never hurt me. Don’t you know that baby?”

Her hands closed on Soobin’s back as if they were trying to claw back a real lifetime of love. If only Hyunjung wasn’t living this perfect life on borrowed time.

The inner hem of Soobin’s pajama pants came to a rest in Hyunjung’s lap. Fabric slid over fabric. Hyunjung could feel Soobin’s warm heart pounding and she was afraid hers would run away doing the same. The bottle of wine rolled into the pillows. Soobin’s hot breath clung to Hyunjung’s ear and Hyunjung could already feel the words forming in a weak script. Fuck me.

Soobin squeezed Hyunjung’s hand. “F—”

Hyunjung coughed loudly.

The rise and fall of her chest jostled Soobin and a cloud of condensation cooled in Hyunjung’s ear.

Soobin sat back. “Are you okay?”

Hyunjung looked up into her lover’s worried eyes.

Are you okay? No. I haven’t been. And I won’t be.

Hyunjung closed her eyes and nodded. Damn. God fucking dammit. Every one of Soobin’s tender words got twisted in her ears. She couldn’t even get through a single complete sentence of her girlfriend’s anymore without some part of it coming back to haunt her. “I’m fine, just something stuck in the back of my throat.”

Some choices only last a day. Do you want Pepsi or Coke? Momentary. You can choose differently tomorrow. Some choices last a lifetime. Do you want to cheat on your girlfriend? It will never go away. You can choose differently tomorrow; you could become the perfect, loving, faithful girlfriend of her dreams. And you still cheated on her—forever. “I just need a glass of water.”

Was it worth it, Hyunjung? Well? Was it worth it?

When Soobin rolled onto her hands and knees, Hyunjung felt part of her die inside.

Soobin didn’t like doggy style. Hyunjung did.

And some days Hyunjung couldn’t tell anymore whether she liked the position or just the fact that she didn’t have to look Soobin in the eye.

Hyunjung hated that nothing could get her harder than Soobin’s ass spread in front of her dick. Soobin was worth more than her ass. Well, she should have been. She was supposed to be. She thought she was.

Hyunjung hated herself but her cock couldn’t resist. She palmed Soobin’s ass and rolled her cock’s length forward into her folds. Warm ecstasy blanketed her cock. Her eyelids fell heavy and all she heard were Soobin’s sweet moans. Bliss. Pussy juice-coated bliss.

The head of Hyunjung’s cock twitched as it sank into Soobin’s familiar depths. It only added to the feeling knowing these walls belonged to her and only to her—she was the one and only her conservative Soobin had ever given access to. The secret they shared. The gift Soobin had saved just for her.

Hyunjung’s hips vibrated as she rammed into her partner. Lovingly. Harshly. Hyunjung was feral for her—always had been, always would be. Soobin grunted and panted between the sheets as she was drilled elbows-first into the mattress. Her muscles spasmed as she fought to keep her back arched. Hyunjung bit her lip, eyelids heavy. God, it was ecstasy. What had she done to deserve this—

—deserve this?—

But Soobin mewled, “H- H-”

It sounded like a hefty pant. Hyunjung’s cock was swelling within her depths. A ferocious blast building, and Soobin could feel it. For a moment, Soobin whined again, almost with doubt in her voice.

Hyunjung pulled back; if she was honest, begrudgingly. But she could never deny Soobin what she wanted at their climax. It was Soobin’s one standing request, and Soobin in return did everything Hyunjung asked for. The cock was extracted one sticky inch at a time, and then Soobin was flipped onto her back.

Those soft hands reached for Hyunjung. As cock and cunt met once more, Hyunjung sank into those loving arms. They coiled around her like vines, ensnaring her. Hyunjung let out a desperate moan in Soobin’s ear.

“F-Fuck me,” Soobin moaned, legs locking around the small of Hyunjung’s back.

Hyunjung grunted. The load coursed through her. Her cock head swelled and jittered. Hyunjung lost control.

Soobin’s breath shook. “Give m-me babies,”

White. Somewhere deep inside Soobin’s womb, splattered white.

“I want—” Soobin panted, “To carry your—”

Hyunjung’s cock pulsed with undeserved bliss.

“Our family,” Soobin whispered in her ear.

A tear rolled from Hyunjung’s eyelashes onto the pillow beneath Soobin’s head.

Her breath fogged up the taxi window. Another rainy night in Seoul. The thought briefly crossed her mind—Soobin liked spending rainy nights together back home. Just the two of them.

Maybe she didn’t want to admit it. But frankly that hurt to Soobin was too insignificant for her to care. She’d done worse.

She would do worse again.

Her phone buzzed. Hyunjung looked down to see a text from Soobin. Dinner reservations. Tomorrow at five. Hyunjung exhaled softly and leaned her head back against the rest. She tilted her phone, covered it from the vantage point of the window, and opened a second text left idling in her messages.

Hyunjung’s eyes drifted shut, expressionless. Her thumb extinguished the mirror selfie of a lingerie-clad Sojung into a black screen.

Her cock throbbed against her jeans.

Their breaths purred against one another. Eyes closed in a hazy stupor. Hyunjung felt one straggling gob of cum leak from her tip somewhere between the hotel sheets. The sweetest of sugar-coated seconds ticked by. And just for a few minutes, the endorphins intoxicated Hyunjung with peace.

Just.

“I love you,” Sojung whispered.

“W-What?” Hyunjung’s eyes snapped open in a panic. She stared past Sojung’s back at the wall.

The air in their lungs morphed into lead, dragging them down, threatening to drown Hyunjung in her own cum and stained sheets.

Sojung gulped. “I said, I love doing this with you,” she replied quietly.

Blinking in the dark, Hyunjung sat up. Slowly. She looked at Sojung’s body, half-spooned against her, woven through her legs. Her heart pounded against her ribs, struggling for release.

Sojung’s head rolled, glancing over her shoulder with trepidation. And then defeat.

A hand wiped the pain from Sojung’s brow, then darted back beneath the sheets before Hyunjung could see it. She sat up and looked at her bedmate with dead eyes. Hyunjung glanced away. Sojung’s lip trembled for a moment and she wiped the lingering strands of Hyunjung’s cum from it with her thumb. And cleaned off the stains on her chin with the back of her hand.

Hyunjung opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her eyes dropped, defeated.

Sojung looked at her with that strained look—the one where her eyes wonder out loud why she’s not enough, why she hasn’t earned enough, why she hasn’t given enough. It was a look she could only hold for a few seconds. Her eyes dashed to the other side of the room and Sojung covered them before they filled with tears.

Hyunjung’s lips audibly parted—

“Don’t.”

Sojung pushed off the covers. Hyunjung saw the cum—her cum—leak in a thick gob from Sojung’s asshole—then another from her cunt—as the girl crawled away. Not even bothering to clean up the cum stain trail she left from their messy sheets to the edge of the bed.

Hyunjung swallowed a pit in her throat as Sojung pulled on a pair of pants that would have to be thrown away by the end of the night.

“You should get going.” Sojung didn’t even bother to look at her as she said it.

Hyunjung patted her suit as she landed at the bottom of the stairs. A quick glance in the wall mirror to the right, adjusting her black tie. Wear your best. Soobin had said. She nodded to herself. Sharp. Hopefully that would make up for being fifteen minutes late.

She stepped forward and opened one of the double doors to the hotel restaurant. The dim lights twinkled around her. Brandi Carlile played in the background. A few busboys shuffled in front of her and the host stepped forward, and across the room, Soobin rose from her seat.

Hyunjung waved past the host. Her eyes trained on a big table in the middle of the room: Soobin, and her parents, and Soobin’s parents. Hyunjung blinked. She hadn’t known.

Soobin’s face lit up. As if in slow motion, Hyunjung could see the color rise in her cheeks and smile. Wear your best. She was dressed in a red gown that practically glowed in the evening light. Hair styled so well it looked like she’d gone to the salon. Soobin’s eyes twinkled as she beckoned Hyunjung over to a seat next to her.

Across the sea of people and the small chatter, they were drawn together.

“You didn’t tell me…?” Hyunjung said softly as she looked back and forth between their two sets of parents.

Soobin took her hand. “Surprise!” She giggled softly.

Hyunjung couldn’t help smiling back. The devotion in Soobin’s eyes was something Hyunjung would never grow old of. Never recover from. She was perfect. The definition of perfect. So perfect it almost brought tears to Hyunjung’s eyes.

“Done with work for the day?” Hyunjung’s father asked, giving her a curt glance.

“Yes— Sorry!” Hyunjung stammered. She looked down at her hands. “Sorry, it was, um…”

Soobin’s father beamed, “You’ve been working very hard, Hyunjung. We’re very proud of you; Soobin was telling us all about your recent projects in Japan.”

“No worries, dear,” Soobin’s mother added. “We’ve just been catching up for a few minutes. Sit down! Sit down.”

Soobin didn’t let go of Hyunjung’s hand as they sat together. Next to her, Soobin’s mother poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of Hyunjung. Though they made the conversation seem normal between the six of them, Hyunjugn couldn’t help feeling like something different was in the air. Even as the conversation drifted from Hyunjung’s work to her parents’ retirement. The restrained laughs and the knowing looks. She just couldn’t tell what it was.

A course of steaks were rolled out for them. Soobin reached across the waiter’s body to grab Hyunjung’s plate herself to lay before her girlfriend. “Miss,” she said with a bow of her head.

Hyunjung giggled. She grabbed the already-placed plate in front of Soobin and lifted it up just to set it back down. “Miss,” she mimicked.

The two girls met eyes and smiled through their laughter. Hyunjung’s father called a toast and they lifted their glasses, but the couple weren’t paying attention to anyone but each other. Maybe it was the glass of wine. Maybe it was her ability to play pretend. But Hyunjung wanted to believe that for tonight, everything could be perfect—just for once.

Hyunjung cut into her steak. Soobin took a sip of wine. The restaurant music shuffled to Urban Zakapa. ‘I Don’t Love You.’

What Should I Say,

From Where to How,

Hyunjung’s mother dabbed her mouth with her napkin and looked at the couple with a twinkle in her eye, pride beaming down on Hyunjung.

I drop my head

And you look at me,

That awkward silence.

Hyujung’s father cleared his throat. “Tomorrow Mrs. Kim and I would like to take Soobin golfing. Hyunjung, I know you said you’d be engaged tomorrow, so I hope you don’t mind us making arrangements without you.”

I don’t love you,

You probably already know

“Of course,” Hyunjung answered, looking back and forth between them. Soobin seemed especially red in the face for some reason.

“I’m glad you are getting along well,” she added with a blush of her own. “Let my dad win, will ya?” she whispered to Soobin.

Even if you cry,

My heart doesn’t hurt.

The other girl just stared straight ahead at her wine glass, red in the face and a bit of sweat building on her brow. Finally, she looked at Hyunjung with the softest eyes.

That’s just all. This is how I feel.

I don’t love you. I don’t love you.

Suddenly uneasy, Hyunjung glanced down at her steak. They ate for a moment in silence. Next to her, Soobin’s mother tilted her head to her daughter and took another sip of wine.

“Not now,” Soobin murmured, glaring shortly at her mother. She wore a strange smile. Some glowing look on her face that Hyunjung had never seen before. Her eyes turned upwards towards the ceiling. “This song?” She laughed under her breath, almost too quietly for Hyunjung to hear.

I don’t love you,

There’s no other reason.

Hyunjung took a bite of her steak and glanced playfully at her girlfriend as she swallowed, giggling along with a joke she wasn’t quite sure she was in on.

I don’t want to say the words,

I’m sorry or forgive me.

Hyunjung gazed at her girlfriend and the more she drank, the less jittery she felt about impressing Soobin’s parents. What she wanted to do now, more than anything, was take Soobin back to their room. Live in the moment. Make this night a sweet one.

The music shuffled. Piano chords rang in and faded out. Hyunjung looked up at Soobin in surprise. She knew this song—the song they danced to the first night they went out together, ‘Midnight’ by Suzy. Soobin gave her a knowing smile.

Rising from her seat all of a sudden, Soobin held out a hand. Her eyes twinkled like her hair gel and their wine beneath the restaurant chandelier. “Dance with me,” she requested cutely.

Hyunjung looked around at all the seated restaurant-goers. There wasn’t a dance floor. “Here?” she asked hesitantly.

But Soobin held out her hand and with a quick glance at their parents, Hyunjung couldn’t say no. In the ten foot space between tables, they carved out their own dance floor. Their hands touched and the two girls swayed as Suzy’s voice carried their feet.

Of course I can’t sleep, and you can’t either,

Like the moon going down, you turned away from me,

Waiting is my only bad habit,

Every day I am hurting unknowingly.

I am going through such a hard time,

You only give me the gift of tears.

Soobin pulled back. Their feet dragged to a stop. Soobin gazed up at Hyunjung with bright, lost eyes. “I love you,” she whispered.

Hyunjung blinked. She returned Soobin’s smile and replied, “I love you too.”

“Hyunjung… I never want us to be apart,” Soobin went on, voice rising. Her eyes looked glossy. “Waiting has been my only bad habit. I’ve been going through such a hard time, waiting for this moment—of course I can’t sleep, thinking about you.” Her eyes welled up and a tear rolled down her cheek. Hyunjung’s mouth parted and she reached out for her girlfriend, reaching for her leaking tears.

But Soobin dropped out of her reach.

Dropped to one knee.

Hyunjung’s mouth widened. W-What? Music gone. Heart stopped.

“Every day you give me—” Soobin sniffled and reached into the purse draped over the back of her chair. “—So many things. More than just these tears of joy.” She tried to blink back the waterworks but it was to no avail. Soobin met Hyunjung’s eyes. She pulled out a small black velvet box from her purse.

A ring box.

“Kim Hyunjung, will you marry me?”

“Oh my god…” Hyunjung’s ears rang. That face. That angel of a face. That sweet, beautiful, loving, caring, talented, perfect, oblivious face staring up at her. The most perfect sight she had ever seen—through the lens of another life. Hyunjung felt like she was decaying from the inside out. “Oh my god,” Tears streamed down Hyunjung’s burning face.

What a beautiful horror.

She choked on air. “Y-Ye,” she stammered, “O-Of course I will!” Torrents of sobbing so thick she couldn’t see the faces all around the room trained their way. Of course she would. Of course! Why wouldn’t she?

Hyunjung hiccuped. She tasted bile in the back of her throat.

The world was spinning around her. Somewhere in another universe Soobin was rising to her feet and placing a ring on a finger that wasn’t Hyunjung’s. They were embracing now but Hyunjung couldn’t feel it. Everything was a numb blur: the warm light, the distant faces looking their way and clapping, Soobin’s palms against her back, the churning beef in her gut, her parents— her parents—

Eyes closed. Power through it. Hands. Chin. Smile. Smile. Don’t forget to look gracious for Mr. and Mrs. Park. Don’t forget to finish your dinner. Don’t forget— Dammit, don’t forget to make Soobin feel loved. And don’t forget to enjoy… Enjoy it? This is your engagement. Just make it another thirty minutes. At least, just, survive. Count the songs if you have to. Count the measures.

Sleep well for my share, instead of me,

I can’t sleep tonight again, just in case.

Sleep well for my share, and goodbye,

I can’t sleep again tonight, so I can’t have your dream.

Hyunjung locked the bathroom door behind her. That metallic taste still lingered in the back of her throat, no matter how many glasses of wine she eased down her throat. She caressed her forehead and pinched her eyes. The hangover would be insane and it wouldn’t even be worth it; if anything, the guilt was more paralyzing than ever.

Stripping her shirt off and throwing it into the free-standing hotel bathtub, she stomped across the tile floor. Why was this bathroom so damn big anyway? Hyunjung threw open the windowpane and leaned over the slim windowsill. With a painted smile on her face, she waved to the black car rolling down the hotel driveway. Her fiance’s face in the window smiled back.

There it was again.

Hyunjung lurched back from the window and spun, not even pausing to close it behind her. She fell on her knees in front of the toilet. The bile completely drowned out any lingering taste of wine. Hyunjung sniffled and snorted, breaths coming and going. She lurched forward once, but only a few tears dropped into the toilet bowl. Her ass bounced back on her heels. Wheezing. Again. Tears. Again. Tears. Again. Hyunjung wretched. Her stomach was nearly empty by now; it was mostly bile and acid that came out of her. And a stream of tears.

Hyunjung sat back on her heels, cradling her head in her hands. Whimpering. She closed the toilet lid and flushed. Grabbing the vanity for support, looking her reflection up and down, wondering where it had all gone wrong. As if she had to ask.

She stared herself dead in the mirror. “I have to end it.” If only she could see the strength to do it in the pair of eyes staring back at her. She had to try.

Willing her erection down as best she could, she unlocked her phone and texted Sojung, She’s gone, you can come on up.

They moaned together— surprised one another together— giggled together—

In the warm fog of cumming together, they held each other. Hyunjung could feel Sojung’s precious heat wrapped around her cock, and the patches of their mingled juices slicking up Sojung’s inner thighs. Lying on her back, Hyunjung looked up at the cute post-orgasm face of the girl above her. No force in this world could get her to unsheath her cock from that girl’s pussy. Lock and key. At least for a few minutes. Inside Sojung was where her length belonged.

Sojung giggled again, brushing the sweaty locks of hair from her face. The two scanned each other’s flush-red faces. “I—” Sojung softly bit her lip and let her eyes drop. She finished the sentence in her head.

Hyunjung rocked her cock inside the girl and closed her eyes. Sojung’s head slowly settled into the crook of her neck, like coming to rest at the bottom of the sea, little breaths warming Hyunjung’s ear. Hyunjung rubbed her back and let them lie there. In peace. Two bodies connected as one.

At the eye of a fatal storm, even here she could find peace. Hyunjung’s head rolled lazily in her pillow, body unwound, eyes staring up at nothing. Just for a moment, no worries. Just release.

Her untroubled face fell to the side, turning away from Sojung. Peace. It was a lie. It wasn’t right. But it was right on time.

Indeed, she was right on time to see the end.

Right on time to see the door open at the other end of the room and Soobin step through.

Right on time to see Soobin’s eyes rise, as if in slow motion.

Right on time to see that loving smile freeze in place—not held up by emotion but by the muscle memory of pure, uncomprehending shock.

Right on time to see her fiance’s face lose all strength.

They locked eyes and Hyunjung saw it all unfold before her from beneath Sojung’s dozing body.

First, the not understanding what she was seeing.

And then the understanding—and the disbelief.

And then, after a second, belief. The double-checking that the face, and the body… and the cock… were indeed her fiance's face and body and cock. The arduous elimination of another possibility—any other possibility—which the look on Hyunjung’s face told her she didn’t need to do, but she did anyway.

And then, to Hyunjung’s horror… the realization. The realization of the betrayal. The realization of the charade. The lie. The realization that she had in truth been alone, all this time; not together, but alone. In bits and pieces, it sank in. Hyunjung could see it in Soobin’s eyes: all the little moments, being violently rewritten in Soobin’s memories.

The realization that when they had had sex that morning, they hadn’t been making love. She had been getting fucked. Fucked by a fraud.

And all those nights she had spent snuggled up against her girlfriend to keep warm? Something wicked had been lying next to her the whole time, dolled up in empty words.

When she cooked her girlfriend breakfast, even when Hyunjung was still sleeping, taking care to be as quiet as possible so Hyunjung could sleep in extra? Maybe Hyunjung had been dreaming of some other pussy she liked better. Maybe Hyunjung wasn’t thinking of her at all.

When she sucked Hyunjung’s cock—not because she wanted to, but because she wanted to give Hyunjung something no one else could? Someone else was. Maybe her lips weren’t even Hyunjung’s favorite. She was just a second, third-best option.

When she placed her hand in Hyunjung’s and let her lead her around town, laughing in the rain, sharing their worst moments in karaoke, drinking until one of them had to walk the other home? A fucking wasting her time. Years of her life down the fucking drain. All stolen from her in one fatal moment.

When she gave her life away? She gave it to a complete imposter

The tidal wave of realization washed her away in an instant—

And then it was over. Everything they’d built for four years. Shattered to ruins.

Hyunjung saw it in Soobin’s eyes. Glossing over. Walls going up and shuttering the windows. Forever—

Her breath hitched and Hyunjung shoved Sojung off her cock.

Soobin flinched like someone had pulled a knife on her. Flying back from the doorframe.

“WAIT—” Hyunjung threw herself onto her feet. No plan, just adrenaline. She wasn’t even trying to save anything. She was just going through the dutiful motions, as if she owed Soobin a little shred of desperation before it was all done.

Soobin ran.

Hyunjung cursed and grabbed a pair of boxers, limbs flailing. Feet dashing across the hotel floor. Down the hallway, not caring that she was topless in a five-star hotel.

“WAIT!”

Hyunjung looked down.

From the top of a grand staircase.

At the bottom of the stairs.

Soobin looked up. She shuddered. Eyes shaking.

“I don’t know you.” She shook her head. “I don’t…”

Air puffed out of Hyunjung’s throat but died on her lips.

“What could you p-possibly have to say?” Tears rolled down Soobin’s cheek.

For the life of her, Hyunjung tried. But in the end, what did she have to say?

Soobin eyed her slowly and finally nodded. Nothing was left that needed to be said. Understanding. She bowed her head to hide the tears. One hand slipped her ring off the other and dropped it in a coat pocket, defeated.

And she stepped into the lobby to cancel the rest of golf with the Kims, and then call a cab for her parents.

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