#choerry long black hair

[internatlvelvet]

[uhzuku]

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑! | 𝐒. 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: tell me that you want me, that's the shit i always hear!

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aizawa shouta/m!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 4.00k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: t4t, transmasc aizawa, transmasc reader, switch aizawa, switch reader, daddy kink, reader and aizawa both still have pussies, age gap ( aizawa is 30 & reader is in their early 20s ), use of the word cunt a couple times?? once at least, ✨guyliner✨, public sex ( in a changing room ), BUSH! PUBES! DA WHOLE JUNGLE!, reader is a fucking freak for aizawa ngl, t-dick haver aizawa ( moans ), clits referred to as cocks ( bc yum ), scissoring, grinding, fingering, blowjobs, vibrators.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: i have no willpower when it comes to this man, so happy pride, fuckers. | 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃! — @suyacho @p-ersus @herohibiscus @cathybarn @suzuki-violin-school @choerry-picking @fyodior @satorusdivinity .

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

Tick, tick, tick, tick. 

The large clock hanging on the far wall of the fancy boutique you and your boyfriend were in echoes loudly in your ears. On your lap in front of you is a small spread of paperwork, tests you were helping him grade in between trying on new clothes  for a get-together with the other teachers that was only a couple days away. You’d already decided on a dark green sweater with a pair of dark brown pants and a matching winter jacket, but Shouta had been indecisive; he quite honestly didn’t want to go to the little event at all, but after both consistent whining from his two friends and you adding in how happy it would make them he’d eventually sighed and agreed. 

“This should be fine for the thing Nem’s throwing, right?” Comes his voice from the changing room as he flicks open the lock, and you can hear the discomfort in his voice — not from the clothes, as he’d picked those out himself with only a little input from you on the pants, but from how long today had gone on. He’d been indecisive all afternoon, uncommonly more self-conscious than usual, and was getting tired — and if you were completely honest you weren’t far behind him; it had been a long day of shopping, and you could only thank your foresight to order two new pairs of comfortable dress shoes ahead of time so the trip wouldn’t be drawn out even further. Were they really needed? No, you both had a pair at home — but why not go all out? At the very least it would make Nemuri and Hizashi happy, which was all you and Shouta ever really wanted.  

You glance up from marking Ashido’s frankly confusing essay and are startled by the large lump that settles itself comfortably in your throat. Your partner is standing there in the doorway, looking as awkward as he clearly feels, but by God his hair is pulled back in a messy bun and the black turtleneck he’d picked clings to him oh-so-well. The grey slacks you’d helped him pick out fit just as perfectly as you’d known they would, and you have to make the conscious decision to swallow the drool that had began pooling in your mouth. 

“Well?” he asks, trying and failing to hide the soft nervous edge in his voice, and you blink a few times to clear your head before nodding. This wasn’t the time to want to drop to your knees, you had to make sure he felt comfortable. 

“Oh, absolutely. Those’re the ones, if you like ‘em as much as I do. Those’re it,” you ramble, your eyes drinking him in greedily as he sends you the tiniest of fond smiles. “Get back in there ‘nd take your clothes off and we might be able to pick up food from your favorite place on the way home.” 

That’s seemingly more than enough incentive for him and, with a blatantly relieved heavy exhale, he retreats back into the changing room, which almost immediately is filled with the sound of cloth ruffling as he changes back into the dark jeans and loose navy sweater he’d come shopping in. You sit there idly, your pen tapping against your lip, before you groan and shove all of the first year class’s tests into the folder Shouta had brought them in and rush over to the door. 

You knock hard and fast, startling him judging by the slightly surprised grunt that you hear from inside, and upon Shouta opening the door a little with his hair ever so slightly messier from pulling on the shirt he’d come in you force yourself inside, locking the door behind you. His eyes are wide and startled as he takes you in, and it would almost be funny if you weren’t so god-forsakenly horny for him right now. You’d not expected that the sight of him all dressed up would get you this fucking hard and wanting, but really that was on you; your boyfriend was sexy as hell in nothing but a stained t-shirt and boxers with a line of dried drool still on his face from a deep, well-enjoyed sleep and you’d be raring to go just from the sight of him ( in any setting, really ), so you should’ve known that your paper-thin willpower would crumble and you’d pin him in the changing room like you were currently. 

“What the fuck-?” He starts, surprised as you corrall him back against one of the walls, far too focused on the way you had straddled and were subtly grinding on the thigh he’d unconsciously stuck between your legs as he’d backed up.

“Need you — take your fucking pants back off,” you whisper pleasingly, nipping at his stubbled jaw and tugging at his belt loops insistently. His rough hands find yours and squeeze, and you can hear the way his breathing picks up a little as he gets into it. 

“What?!” he asks, wide-eyed in alarm as he glances back at the locked changing room door. It may be locked, but the two of you were in public — you could be caught at any fucking second, and you could be arrested. Heat pools in his lower stomach at the thought, and for a brief moment, Shouta’s brain stutters as he begins considering what he’d just learned about himself. 

Fuck. He likes it. 

“Pants off, now!” you repeat ever-so-grumpily while he has this little revelation, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. You don’t miss the way his dark eyes follow it without missing a beat as he raises an eyebrow, his own tongue flicking out to mirror your movement. 

“Why?”

“Gotta suck your fuckin’ cock babe,” you groan, grinding low and hard against his knee. Your own hard cock is pinned perfectly between your crotch and his thigh, and you moan lowly into the empty air as a familiar twinge twists through your belly. “Need it in my mouth, please.”

His hands fumble with the buttons and zipper of his jeans for a moment before pushing them down to pool around his muscled thighs, and a soft whine bubbles up in your throat at the sight of him. He’s hard, like you knew he would be, and you moan at the very thought of getting to taste him, dropping to your knees and yanking his jeans off the rest of the way before throwing one of his legs over your shoulder. If anyone were to walk in they’d see all of him, and that just wasn’t allowed — so obviously taking him into your mouth to potentially save his modesty was the only correct course of action! You were so thoughtful.

“Stay still,” you grunt, biting at his inner thigh before licking up from his taint all the way to his swollen cock. You don’t miss the way his thighs quiver around your head, or the way his own head falls back against the wall with a slightly harsh thud as he bites his fist to keep from whimpering — which just wouldn’t do at all.

One of your hands spreads out against his soft stomach, slowly sliding down along the trail of hair that made you drool every time all the way into the thick bush of pubes surrounding his cock. He shifts against the wall, looking down at you with his brow furrowed while throwing one arm back against said wall with his own free hand splayed flat as if it would steady him when he knows that it wouldn’t once you really got your mouth on him — and it didn’t. When you take him all the way into your mouth a sharp cry is muffled only by his fist and the urge to buck up into you is almost impossible to fight off, but you were already chiding him for moving against the wall. 

“I said be still,” you growl around your mouthful, ghosting your teeth ever so gently ( torturously ) along the length of his cock as you pull off it for a brief moment before taking him back in your mouth all over again. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—!” he whispers into where he was biting his hand, tiny tears springing up in his eyes as you drop him from your mouth all over again only to replace your tongue with fingers slicked from your own juices — and hems not much better. He’s absolutely dripping, his slickness soaking his cunt and running down his inner thighs; as you jerk his aching cock with one hand you lap it all up greedily, looking up at him through your thick lashes and grinning as you bite him again. The leg you had thrown over your shoulder pulls you closer, holding you tight against him as you bury your tongue in his entrance and have a taste from the source, and you laugh like the bastard you are when a soft wail escapes his mouth and the way his teeth dig into his palm. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby, just like that,” you croon cruelly as he gets closer and closer to coming in a changing room of all places. “It’s okay, you can come for me, you have permission…”

A sharp whine is the only response you get, and you just chuckle again and swap places with your fingers, taking him back into your mouth while gently crooking first your middle finger then your index inside him, your other hand carefully lifting him so his other leg also is thrown over your shoulder, leaving him bent in half and pressed against the wall while you suck him off. 

He unclenches his teeth from around his palm and slaps it against the back of your head, curling his fingers in your hair and tugging as you curl your fingers against his sweet spot and lap cruelly at his cock and slit. “God, please-!” he moans pleasingly, and you pull off of him and laugh. 

“There’s no God here, sweet boy,” you murmur mockingly, eyes glittering as you watch him begin to fall apart. “There’s only me and the fingers I’ve shoved up your greedy cunt.”

“Fuck!” he gasps, and bucks up into your mouth with one of his hands clamped over his mouth as his eyes flutter and roll back in his head as you work him over. His cunt clenches around you, milking your fingers greedily, and shaky moans fall from between his fingers like musical notes from an instrument. You don’t let up, sucking his cock and fingering him through his orgasm as he moans and cries into his palm. At some point while you’d been teasing him tears had sprung up in his eyes and had now started running down his cheeks — not much, just three little drops, but they were a sign of a job well done, and as you helped him down from your shoulders onto shaky legs and sat back on your calves with a dirty grin, he glares at you. 

“Fuck you,” he hisses through gritted teeth, knees shaking ever so slightly, and you just gather the juices he’d left on your lips and chin with your thumb before sucking it clean, never breaking eye contact with him. You knew he’d enjoyed himself and that he was just a little embarrassed, and you weren’t offended in the slightest. After all, between getting cursed at and getting to hear the way he’d moaned so prettily for you, it was a fair exchange in your opinion. 

“What can I say? I missed lunch,” you purr, standing then pulling him down to your height to kiss him slow and deep. He moans softly into your mouth, melting into your touch like always until you reluctantly pull away, picking up the pants and shirt. 

“I should get dressed,” he mutters, and you nod with a small grin. 

“Yeah, you should,” you agree, throwing the clothes over one arm. “I’ll collect all the paperwork for your class and meet you by the register. I promised you your favorite takeout, and after that performance, you’re definitely getting it.”

You don’t have to look at him to know how hot his cheeks are burning from embarrassment, and you fight off the urge to snicker when he hisses a strained, “I hate you!” your way. 

“Didn’t sound that way a couple minutes ago!” you respond in a sing-song voice, gently closing. the door and doing exactly as you’d said you would. a minute or so after the transaction goes through, Shouta makes his appearance from the back, walking into view on still-shaky legs. He shoots you a half-hearted glare, but still sidles up to you and grabs at your hand. 

“Food now,” he grunts quietly, “Then home.” You nod. 

“Yeah, babe, food and then home.”

“Don’t forget that we have the thing Nem’s hosting tonight, hun,” you call over your shoulder without tearing your eyes from the mirror, ever so carefully drawing a line of eyeliner on your top eyelid. A groan, muffled by a pillow, is the initial response you get and you fight hard to not laugh and jostle yourself. 

“You told me this morning, then texted at lunch,” comes a voice just as muffled as the groan you’d gotten, Shouta’s voice filled with such bother that you have to take away the eyeliner stick before you either stab yourself or make it look like you were wearing face paint. Instead of risking it again, you quickly swipe some onto your bottom lid then begin to smudge it out, smiling when he starts the complaining you knew was coming. “Do we really have to go? Nemuri and Hizashi won’t be surprised if we don’t, they know we don’t like going out. We could skip it.”

“We could, yeah,” you say softly, and you practically hear his ears metaphorically perk up before you crush his hopes and dreams when you say, “But we are going. We promised her, after all.”

“Why?!” He whines, face-planting back into the pillow, and you laugh for real this time, turning and looking at him with a grin while blowing some hair out of your eyes. One of your favorite parts of dating Shouta was being trusted with the hidden parts of him, the parts where he allowed himself to be whiny and greedy instead of a grump who acted like he was unshakeable. Honestly, maybe those damn kids of his were also helping him loosen up some ( the first class he’d kept all twenty of and even added one to! apparently miracles can happen! ), and you considered it a good sign. 

“Because we’re such good friends,” you say through a smile, crossing your arms. He pulls up from the pillow to throw a half-hearted, meaningless glare your way, only for his eyes to widen a little. You raise an eyebrow, barely masking your concern as you watch how he watches you, and you’re about to ask if everything is alright when you notice just how wide his pupils have blown and suddenly quiver in the knees ever so slightly. 

That tiny bit of an opening is all it takes, and before you know it your boyfriend’s flipped off the couch and is stalking towards you, looking wholly like a god to worship ( which you would ). His hands, big and rough and strong, grab at your hips with one while the other grips your chin and tilts your face up seconds before locking lips with you in a kiss that has your head spinning. 

“Bed, now,” he murmurs into your mouth, his tongue arcing across yours moments before he bites at your bottom lip. He keeps kissing you, leading you towards the bedroom while tugging off his clothes and yours in return. 

“Shouta, baby, we’ll be late-!” you whimper, and he scoffs, yanking you into the bedroom.

“Who fuckin’ cares?” he grunts noncommittally, kicking his underwear away and tugging at your own. “Nem’ll be happy just to see us show up at all, she won’t give a damn if we’re late.”

Knowing he was right and that you couldn’t really argue with that ( And did you even want to? Hell no. ) you just let him manhandle you onto your back on the bed, tilting your head to the side so he can bite and kiss his way across your neck in the way you both like. 

You moan softly as he sucks a love bite into the side of your jaw where it just met your neck, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair only for him to grab both of your wrists in one hand and slam them onto the mattress above your head. One of his knees nestles itself between your legs and begins to grind against your dick, and you groan as a familiar heat makes itself known in your belly. 

“F-Fuck, Shouta, please-!” you moan, hooking a leg behind his knee to stabilize yourself as you grind down on his knee while still on your back. He laughs and takes his knee away, and you curse under your breath as he climbs onto the bed and laces his legs around yours together before yanking hard enough that your crotches slam together. In your mind you praise anyone listening for your boyfriend’s thick thighs, your nails digging into his skin as he starts rolling his hips against yours while digging around in the drawer of his nightstand for lube. 

After a minute or so he finds it and, not even bothering to stop grinding, squeezes a fair amount between the two of you. As intended, each roll of your hips becomes smoother and easier, and for a moment the two of you do nothing but pant and moan as your dicks and cunts grind together. Words aren’t easy, and you get to watch with greedy eyes and a drool-filled mouth as Shouta’s head falls back, his mouth open as he moans for you. His fingers on one hand clench at the sheets and blankets while the other reaches out for you, and you lock fingers with him and squeeze while the two of you grind. With every deep roll of your hips, Shouta’s cock dips inside for the briefest second before slowly grinding up your slit and rolling over your own smaller cock, each thrust making your thighs shake and your hole clench around nothing. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!” Shouta groans, sitting up and grabbing one of your legs. He holds it up and grips your thigh tight, straddling your other leg before mashing your cunts together and grinding down hard.  Your eyes roll back a little and you let out loud whimpers intermingled with pants of his name. Faintly your mind registers the sound of something rattling near you, but you don’t lay it any mind until the sound and feeling of harsh vibrations pressed against your and Shouta’s cock make you shriek. Your eyes fly open and you grab at your boyfriend’s shoulders in surprise, eyes wide as you watch the way he groans and angles the vibrating wand just right and hits your cocks perfectly. 

“Oh G-God — fuck, Daddy, please!” you moan, nails digging into his back. He just moans out your name and grinds down harder, thrusting up into the bulbed head of the vibrator as well as your own cock. 

“That’s right, baby boy, call for Daddy,” he growls, pressing down hard enough to make you see stars. “Wanna feel you cum on me, baby, just like always.” His hips don’t even stutter once, and in the back of your mind you know he’s holding off from coming so he can watch you fall apart first. Typically you’d be fighting to make him come first ( because who says a little competitiveness in the bedroom is unhealthy? No one! ) but you were too close and he’d been too sexy throwing you around and manhandling you, then mounting you like the two of you were a couple of beasts in heat, and now grinding his cock and cunt against you? You never stood a chance. 

The knot that had been tying itself in your stomach with each roll of his hips starts tugging itself tighter and tighter, and sharp whines and cries punctuate the air as he kicks up the speed of the vibrator a couple of notches. “Fuck yes — More, more, so close!” You dry sob, trying not to cry when you know that your eyeliner looks so nice and you have a place to be in an hour and a half or so. 

“The fuck was that?” He snaps, pulling up to slap your cunt cruelly and make you shriek again before slamming himself and the vibrator back down on you to continue grinding. “You know fucking better, baby, try again.”

“Please, Daddy, please let me cum!” you beg, one tear running down your cheek. “Fuck, I wanna cum, please? Can I? Please?”

A sharp groan falls from his lips and his hips stutter ever so slightly, and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, baby boy, cum for Daddy — cum all over Daddy’s cock!”

Your nails dig deep into his bicep and your eyes roll back as you thrust up unto him hard, your free leg not thrown over his shoulder bracing against the mattress as the two of you race to completion while clinging to each other like one of you could possibly disappear. The knot gets tighter, then tighter, then finally snaps and the wave of euphoria you’d been chasing washes over you like a tidal wave. 

“Fuck — Fuck, cumming, cumming! Shouta, fuck!” With a shriek of your boyfriend’s name cum gushes from your hole and soaks both your boyfriend’s crotch  and the blankets beneath you both, and deep, desperate grunts from above you signal how your own boyfriend has started cumming as well. Soft murmurs and groans of your name fall from his lips as he clicks off the vibrator and tosses it to the side on the bed, but the feeling of the vibrations continue for a moment as the two of you continue to grind slowly, occasionally jerking from the overstimulation, before slowing to a stop to catch your breath. 

The two of you lay there together, chests heaving, and soak up the afterglow of your orgasms while an alarm rings in the distance, telling you it was time to leave. After a moment you groan and sit up, throwing your quivering legs over the side of the bed then staggering to the bathroom on shaky legs. “I’m going to leave you for Snipe, I swear to God,” you whine, looking at yourself in the mirror and taking in how rocked you look. Shouta laughs from the bed as he sits up and stretches, watching your reflection in the mirror from the bed. “I mean it! He’d never do this to me.”

“That’s cause he’s boring,” Shouta purrs, stalking up behind you and pressing his front to your back and fitting against you perfectly like always. “He couldn’t handle you if he tried. That’s my job.” You make a face at him in the mirror, ignoring his soft snicker and beginning fixing your hair. 

“You’re damn lucky the staff knows I smudge my eyeliner on purpose, otherwise everyone would know,” you grumble in faux annoyance, and he just chuckles and clings to your back, burying his face in the crux between your neck and shoulder. His long hair tickles against your bare skin. 

“Nem’ll know anyway,” he murmurs as the two of you clean up, occasionally flinching from touching something still oversensitive. “Zashi too, I bet.”

“Of course they will,” you groan, covering your face with one arm as Shouta wipes cum from your thighs. “They always know.” 

He just laughs again. “Let’s just go. We should get dressed again.”

You’re quiet for a moment. “…Do we have to?”

Shouta sends you a dry, deadpan look ( as if asking ‘You’re fucking kidding me, right?’ ), and you laugh. 

“Fine, fine, lets go!”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[loonavrsl]

240821 [Interview] EnViMedia: "Style Profile: ARTMS’ JinSoul on Her Favorite Hair Era and Travel Essentials"

Long-time fans of ARTMS’ Jeong Jinsol — best known by her stage name JinSoul — will instantly remember the stylish image she was first introduced with. In case you weren’t there in 2017, when the singer made her debut with “Singing in the Rain,” paint this picture: platinum blonde hair, crimped waves and a blue-rich wardrobe accentuated with fierce all-black stage looks. Seven years into her career, JinSoul has left the platinum waves behind, replacing them with jet-black hair for ARTMS’ “Monshoot” world tour, which kicked off on July 20 in Seoul. Ahead of the tour and amid the promotions of ARTMS’ first album, <Dall>, JinSoul talked to EnVi about her favorite hair color era, hairstyling tips and must-have travel items.

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(Choerry and Kim Lip articles have also been published)

[oddeyeboy]

ODD EYE CIRCLE

《Teaser Breakdown》

First, a disclaimer

We do not know how connected this will be to the old lore. It's been a long time since jj left BBC, so even if they tap in to the old lore, it will not be the full ot12 timeline we've grown accustomed to. There are only five members currently under Modhaus, so it's a given that the lore will be different if not entirely scraped. For now, we will only assume the past Odd Eye Circle lore is canon or referenced, and not consider members signed to other companies.

Now, let's take a look at the teasers.

On June 14th, 15th, and 16th, the first teasers of (in this order) JinSoul, Choerry, and Kim Lip were released:

In these teasers we get a dark, elegant vibe, with each of their odd eyes covered by eye patches. Choerry ties a business man's shoes together, and behind Kim Lip, people in business attire dine, seemingly not noticing Kim Lip. She is either not there for aesthetic reasons, or supernatural ones. Present, but undetected.

The next set of teasers were dropped on June 25th, 26th, and 27th:

We see the girls sitting on a table in the middle of a dark, blue washed mansion. Fifteen people surround them, five in matching suits with masks, ten in other business attire with their faces revealed. On the table are various foods and things, including mangoes, bread, flowers, a perfume bottle, etc. There are only three chairs at the table. Notably, Kim Lip has twelve hair clips in her hair.

On June 28th, we received our first video teaser:

At first, everything is in black and white as a radio switches between old oec songs. The first oec debut date (2017-09-21) and the new oec debut date (2023-07-12) slowly float across the screen towards each other. When they meet, everything glitches again, and a black screen with three dots says, "Did you wait?". We then see the following galaxy shot of (in this order) Kim Lip, JinSoul, and Choerry's solo debut dates.

Then, we get a flash of the same shot but negative, making the colors a neon blue, bright yellow, and lime green.

As the video plays the Version Up logo in a few different black and white filters, we get a shot of a moon in a warping background as odd eye circle slowly goes over the scene, then becomes three moons. In the background, we hear what could possibly be a teaser of a new song.

On July 2nd, we got a set of teasers with a very different vibe:

Choerry's Teaser:

The background is baby blue

Her earring is the mobius strip.

She is the only one concealing her odd eye and not looking into the camera. Instead, she is looking through a diamond.

Her visible eye is a deep blue.

Kim Lip's teaser:

The background is baby pink.

She is holding a glass orb (or perhaps a crystal ball) with both hands.

Her eyes appear the same and are pink.

JinSoul's Teaser:

The background is light yellow.

She is holding what appears to be a small glass ball on a string.

Unlike the other two, her teaser is shrouded in a yellow dust, obscuring parts of the photo.

Notably, the teasers could be the pastel versions of the three modern primary colors, yellow, blue, and magenta.

Here is the teaser inverted, for a moment of speculation:

Choerry is now washed in red, Kim Lip blue, and JinSoul a purple/blue. Some have seen more orange or seafoam green, but in my opinion, Choerry and Kim Lips colors are very much red and blue. JinSoul's is more so up to interpretation, but when color picking from it, it appears closer to the purple section of the color wheel. We will return to this after looking at the most recent teaser.

The most recent teaser, posted on July 3rd:

This video teaser is much shorter than the first, but reveals a good amount about the music video for Air Force One. We see the girls riding in a van at night with the five masked girls from before. When the van stops, the oec members get out, with JinSoul carrying a cake. JinSoul throws the cake over her head as they walk to the camera, and the video ends.

As a bonus, here is the tracklist, dropped a few hours ago:

Feel free to speculate about the concept and lore in the reblogs and stream Air Force One!!

[ashauyel]

my PERSONAL favorite hair for each loona member:

Heejin: Why Not blonde chunky highlights

Hyunjin: PTT pulled back with the long face frame pieces you know the one

Haseul: Flip That blonde bob she’s literally my lovely fairy

Yeojin: Flip That black hair you could tell she felt cute!!!

Vivi: honorable mention to pink hair and black hair but if we’re being real it’s Why Not long orange hair like that was such an untouchable look she should have gone viral many times over for it

Kim Lip: Kimberly is a natural blonde but my favorite shade of blonde was her Eclipse dirty blonde… the platinum doesn’t even come close. will forever be devastated that we didn’t really get a red era from her

Jinsoul: not a natural blonde but still an iconic one… PTT blue honorable mention

Choerry: BUTTERFLY PURPLE… we literally could have had it all if they’d actually consistently colored it

Yves: Butterfly long black hair

Chuu: predebut kind of curly light brown with the heavy bang

Go Won: BLONDE. she was born like that!!!!

Olivia Hye: honorable mention to brown but BOB HYE reigns supreme she was sooooo cute

blonde Heejin was such a moment like she definitely wasn’t one of those idols that makes it look natural but it was a moment that must be said. Why Not Heejin is probably my fave hair of hers though

[sinswithpleasure]

Sins Corp: Secretary (ft. LOONA's Olivia Hye)

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Olivia Hye's debut to the Corp universe!

I don't feel like I did my best with this, but it works for a debut, I think...

Edit: So I forgot to tag @worldsover for this. This debuts him into the world as well. The ending is a reference to his Hyeju fic, so check that one out!

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Son Hyeju. Assistant to the CEO of the Corporation. One of the fastest to rise the ranks from entry level to the right-hand woman of the boss. Her skills are exemplary, determination unparalleled, intelligence unmatched. Having graduated college early, with honours no less, she is definitely a force to be reckoned with intellectually. Furthermore, she's easily one of the most beautiful women working under the Corp.

Hyeju has a bit of a reputation within the company's walls. The typical expression she adorns during work is that of a scowl, and her wolf-like features only accentuate the ferocious image she portrays. Her gaze is cold and sharp, and her perception definitely is akin to that of a wolf's. Most employees know her as the infamous "Secretary Hyeju", as a result of the striking beauty and cold, no-nonsense vibe she exudes during work hours.

Sometimes, you wonder why people fear her. She's definitely not the wolf people think she is—well, not when she's chilling on the couch in the office, gaming away on the latest generation Playstation, anyway. Unlike the ever professional Secretary Hyeju whose put-together attire and resting bitch face serve to intimidate the typical rank-and-file employee, this Hyeju has her dress shirt unbuttoned all the way down and tucked into her pants. Her usual boots are traded for a pair of black bunny slippers.

Hyeju stares intently at the TV, lips hanging open in their natural triangle. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, held together around a stick with a hair claw. A pair of white rimmed glasses sit atop her nose. Beside her rests a few empty packs of Pocky and a bottle of Sprite. Talk about peak comfort—no bra, one stick of Pocky hanging between her teeth, fingers mashing the buttons on the wireless console while her back rests against the finest leather money can buy.

God damn, she's fucking hot and cute at the same time. You smile at the sight of her relaxed self, opting to leave her be. No reason to disturb her with your horny thoughts.

Twenty two simulated men run around the field onscreen, the binary bending to the player's will. With a calculated press, a player kicks the ball, and the arch lands Hyeju the victory.

"Assa! I won!" Hyeju punches the air, her eyes crinkling with how wide her smile is.

Muffled curses escape from the floor below. Hyeju laughs, recognizing her gaming partner's voice. You smile at the interaction—Asmodeus lost again, didn't he? And now—ah, there's Choerry, asking about what her Oppa's doing. What a dream their relationship is, essentially childhood sweethearts who made it together.

"Yo, Hye."

"Mm."

"Work done for the day?"

"Yeah, Boss."

You smile with her verbal confirmation. Your secretary is definitely the best out of all the secretaries you've had before. You take your seat behind your desk.

"Boss."

"Yeah?"

Hyeju rises from the sofa and walks over to you. She grabs your arm as she twirls around you to lean on your desk.

"Um…" Hyeju hesitates as she stares at you, chewing her bottom lip. Her expression schooling into one of practiced indifference. It is all an act however—she fidgets with her wristwatch, peering at it ever so often. You know her nervous habits too well; she's been your secretary too long for you not to be aware.

"I… I'm horny."

Huh. Out of nowhere.

"I've been horny the whole day. Can we… Can we sleep together?"

"That's random, Hye."

She blushes, hiding her face behind her hands. Your secretary really can be more of a wolf cub at times. Well, she's horny, you're kinda horny. Why not? Work definitely can wait.

"Sure. Let's go."

You leave your suit jacket on your seat, along with your tie, then pull Hyeju to your bedroom. When you take a seat on your bed, you tap on your lap, Hyeju following instantly to straddle you and sit atop your lap. Hyeju pulls the hair stick out of her bun followed by the hair claw. Her hair falls apart, cascading down her back and shoulders. Her accessories are placed atop the bedside table before she runs her hands through her hair, arranging it neatly. Hyeju stares intently at you, lust burning behind her gaze. Her shirt rides up, spreading open, exposing all of her chest for your viewing pleasure. You rest your hands on her hips, admiring her ethereal beauty. If you weren't turned on earlier, you are now.

"Oh wow. Wow. Hyeju, shit. You're gorgeous."

She blushes as she pulls her glasses off her face. "Thank you, boss."

Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, please."

You smile, leaning towards Hyeju. Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Hyeju's lips are so soft, and kissing her is something you'll never get tired of. If anything, she's just as good a kisser as Chuu is. You slide a hand from her hips up to her back, and when she doesn't resist, you stroke her back over her dress shirt. Hyeju swipes a tongue over your lips, and you meet her tongue with yours, swirling around the other. She moans into the kiss, her deep voice becoming even deeper with lust.

"Boss, let me."

Hyeju plants her lips on your neck, nibbling on the skin. Her fingers reach for the buttons on your shirt, popping them open as she sucks on your neck. She pushes you over, grinding on your bulge as she works her mark on your neck. You groan under her efforts as she spreads open your shirt and runs a hand across the exposed skin, across your toned chest, your solid abs, her fingers circling and pinching your nipples. Hyeju pauses only to rip her own shirt off her body, leaving both you and her topless. You sit back up, flipping Hyeju over. You rip your shirt off you, throwing it aside, then start to mark her neck the same way she marked you.

"Hyeju-yah, you're so pretty."

Hyeju's flush goes all the way down her neck. She squirms, unable to meet your gaze, hiding her gleeful smile behind her hand. She's never been one to accept compliments well, so this is the best reaction you'll get. Shy Hyeju, baby wolf Hyeju, the cutest Secretary Hyeju.

Her high-pitched whine when you bite down on her skin only gets sharper when you knead her left breast. The vocalizations of her pleasure send tingles down your spine, down to your shaft. Your shaft strains against the prison constructed by your clothing. Hyeju is just as aroused as you are, if her moans and the sound of her thighs rubbing against each other are any indication.

When you've left your mark on Hyeju, you retake her lips. Hyeju loves slow, sensual sex, and you want to make sure she enjoys the experience. Unlike Chuu, who loves being used as a toy and railed, Hyeju enjoys the more tender aspects of sex. She adores the intimacy of copulation, regardless of relationship status. Essentially, each time you share a bed with Hyeju, you make love to her, even though the both of you are not in a relationship.

Hyeju's soft moans are exquisite. She archs her back into your touch, subtly demanding more. You carry on kneading the supple flesh of her left breast, your tongues sliding over the other in a torrid kiss. The cub grabs your hand with her own, pushing your hand against her body. Her free hand kneads her right breast, tugging at her nipples to increase the pleasure she feels.

You break the torrid kiss to trail chaste pecks against her skin. You want to taste her skin, drink in her body. A mutual interest, perhaps—she loves intimacy, and you love babying your secretary just the way she likes it. Your path leads you down the valley between her breasts, each peck paired with a swipe of your tongue against her skin. When you circle her right nipple with your tongue, Hyeju gasps. She cradles your head with her hands as you nibble on the taut nub, rolling the other nipple with your fingers.

"Ah—Boss, it feels so good, oh!"

"I'm glad, Hyeju."

The clicking of a belt being undone reaches your ears. Hyeju is clearly impatient—she's already working the button and zipper of her pants, trying to pull them off her. You grab her hands, pulling them aside as you tug on the waistband yourself. Hyeju lifts her hips, and you pull her pants off her, exposing all of her to you. You work on your own pants and socks next as Hyeju stares in anticipation, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, thighs squeezed together in arousal. When you're fully exposed to her, Hyeju spreads her legs open. Her juices drip all over her crotch and thighs, staining your sheets. Hyeju whimpers when she sees how hard you are, your precum dripping from the tip, shaft twitching ever so often. You stare at her, admiring her from top to bottom, from her beautiful eyes, her open lips, the creamy skin of her shoulders, the supple flesh of her chest, her delicious thighs. What demands your attention is the pink, puffy slit, dripping with Hyeju's desire for you. Her pussy clenches under your lustful gaze, her clit poking out of its hood.

"Boss, I want you, quick, please!"

You pull your wallet from the pocket of your discarded pants, retrieving a packet from within. Rip it open, roll the condom over your shaft. Hyeju bites her finger, eyes on your every move.

Hyeju is one of the few that request for you to use protection during sex. You always honor the request—if she's happy, you're happy.

"Ready?" You line yourself up with Hyeju's pussy. On her nod, you part her walls with your shaft, pushing in inch by inch. Both you and Hyeju moan into the other's ear, your grunts and her gasps mingling within the bedroom. When you hilt, you begin to pull out, but Hyeju grabs your arm to stop you.

"Wait, please."

You freeze, cradling her head.

"Are you okay?"

"More than." Hyeju draws a shaky breath, her hand covering her mouth. "You feel so good in me. Just… just let me enjoy it for a bit."

You adjust both you and Hyeju to wrap an arm around her. The other rests behind her head, and you kiss her neck, her chin, her earlobe. Hyeju whimpers with each kiss, the sound muffled against her hand.

"Don't cover yourself, Hye. Let it out. You sound beautiful."

Hyeju is still so painfully shy. Even after all this time, she still muffles her vocalizations of pleasure during sex. Her demeanor in bed is definitely a lot more shy than she is outside in the office. She's been your secretary for some time, and yet she still remains meek and mild under you.

"Okay, Boss. You can move now."

You withdraw slowly from Hyeju, pulling out halfway before thrusting back in. Hyeju moans softly with every exit and entry, and you grunt at how tight she feels around you. Hyeju is tight. So damn tight. She's even tighter than Chuu, maybe even comparable to Gowon. She really wanted this, huh? Yet, every movement is smooth, a testament to how wet Hyeju is. You rejoin your lips to hers, your moans mixing with the torrid kisses you share. The slow clap of your thrusts into Hyeju forms a rhythm accompanying the slurps of your tongue against hers, the both of you making sure to keep the other as close as you physically can.

"Boss, faster!"

You oblige, upping the tempo of your thrusts. Hyeju's moans get quicker as she bites her lip.

"Hye, let me hear your beautiful voice."

"A-Ah, yes, Boss!"

You kiss Hyeju again and again, making sure to be as intimate as you can. You want to service her as you do with all the girls that share your bed, and this is no different. Hyeju gets tighter, wetter, warmer, and you know she's about to cum.

"Don't hold back, Hye. Let it all out for me."

"O-Oh, yes, I'm gonna cum, Boss, I'm—"

Hyeju's back arches, her chest pushing against yours. Her walls tighten around your shaft as Hyeju yelps in pleasure, slick running down her walls and leaking onto the bed. You fuck her through her orgasm, resisting the urge to fill the condom with your seed, joining her in peak pleasure. When Hyeju finishes with her orgasm, she wraps her arms around your neck.

"Your turn, Boss."

You flash a smile at Hyeju. She returns the same soft grin as she meets you in the middle, another torrid kiss exchanged between the both of you. You resume thrusting into Hyeju, her moans against your lips following once more. This time, you thrust harder, the increased lubrication from Hyeju's orgasm aiding you along the way.

Having edged yourself once, you're not about to edge yourself again. This time, you need to finish, but you want Hyeju to cum one more time as well. Now, you grab Hyeju's legs, hooking them with your elbows. Hyeju squeals with the new position, your shaft thrusting deeper into her each time. With practiced ease, you aim for Hyeju's G-spot and hit it with each thrust. You rest your weight on one elbow, a hand kneading Hyeju's left breast as you lean in for another kiss. Both of you let the kiss run its course, refusing to break it until the need for air forces you to finally give it up.

"Boss… I—I can't hold on for much longer."

"It's okay, Hyeju. Cum with me."

You thrust faster, a little harder. Hyeju wraps her legs around your waist, locking you in as you put in your all into another kiss. This time, you nibble on her lower lip, softly sucking and tugging it while Hyeju pulls you in with her arms around your back. You count each thrust it takes for the tension to finally give.

One, two, three, four, so close…

"I'm cumming!"

"Shit!"

The hybrid stimulation of her nipple and G-spot pushes Hyeju over the edge one more time. Her walls tighten around your shaft as she squeals, pulling you flush against her into your last deep kiss. Hyeju's orgasming body forces you to join her—your shaft quivers and pulsates as you empty your balls into the condom. Shot after shot of cum fills the protective layer between you and Hyeju while her walls squeeze you for all the cum you have.

You pull out of Hyeju post-orgasm, discarding the used condom in the trash can beside your bed. Both of you lie atop the mattress, catching your breath.

"Was it okay?"

"Yes, Boss. Thank you."

"Horny for the whole day, huh? Pervert."

"Yah!" Hyeju's voice cracks as she rolls over to punch you lightly. "I didn't ask to dream of you having sex with me last night—oop!" She slaps her mouth shut with her hand, a blush burning itself across her face.

You laugh, reaching over to ruffle her hair. You didn't know you still have this effect over your secretary, but hey, it's a win.

"Glad you still think I'm hot. Come on, Hye. Shower."

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Both you and Hyeju sit on the sofa, jamming buttons on the controllers. Both of you are fresh out of the shower—Hyeju's clad in only a bathrobe while you're in a T-shirt and shorts, hair still damp.

"I'm gonna win, Hye! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Fuck off, Boss. Take this!" Hyeju mashes a combination of buttons that sends the ball on the screen careening between the goalposts on your side.

"ASSA! GOAL!"

You groan, punching Hyeju on the arm as she does a happy dance beside you. Gaming with her is something you always do on slower days.

Knock, knock.

"Come in!"

The door slides open, and Vivi walks in with someone unfamiliar. Both you and Hyeju turn to face the duo.

"Hey Boss, I brought a new hire—"

"Levi?!"

"Captain?!"

[closedafterdark]

Legilimens

LOOΠΔ Choerry x Male Reader

9623 words

categories: smut, oral, daddy kink, detective! choerry

Read on AFF

“Oppa, hurry! The lines will take forever if we’re late!”

A woman grabs you by the wrist and pulls you along through a crowd of people before you could respond. You tried your best to not bump into others as the woman has zero regard for her surroundings - trying to find the quickest way to the front booth.

“Two tickets, please!”

“We have a special event going on today, ma’am. Couple’s tickets are at a discounted rate.” The attendant said.

“Oh, we’re not-”

“Great! He’s paying!” The woman said to the attendant before moving out of the way. The attendant explained the different options - informing you that for an extra charge, the two of you would be able to get backstage photos with some of the cast members before handing the tickets under the thick glass dividing you two while announcing the total cost of admission shortly thereafter. Thanking them after paying, you returned to the woman who wrapped her arms around you into a tight hug.

She wore a light purple dress shirt with a black tie loosely tied around the collar. Her black skirt hugged her hips and seemed form-fitting, showing off her long legs nicely. A light multi-colored string bracelet was seen on her right ankle. Expecting her to wear heels, you were pleasantly surprised by a pair of bright white sneakers that looked like they were taken out of the box specifically for this occasion. Her dark brown hair was styled perfectly - a light tease of curls through an otherwise naturally straight waterfall of brown locks.

Her bright pink lips were accentuated nicely by an equally matching shade of lipstick - helping them feel fuller whenever she puckered them together. Her eyes were big and bright, as clear as the ocean. 

But the one feature that triumphed over them all was her smile. Something that she was never without, you were put at ease and in a better mood thanks to it. It was contagious - always causing others to smile back in response. Known throughout the precinct as an “infectious ball of sunshine”, everyone loved her hardworking personality and the warm energy she exuded. Even the grumpiest connoisseur of watermelon in Son Hyejoo considered her a close friend, though their personalities could not be more different from one another.

“The Ministry of Magic is proud to announce we are allowing Muggles into Diagon Alley for the very first time! One day only.”

The two of you enter the place known as Diagon Alley - a location that resembled 19th century England rather than part of an amusement park.

“Normally people are supposed to tap on five bricks around a hole in the wall to enter the alley itself. But since we’re magic users, we can apparate.” The woman said to you.

“Yerim, I don’t think that’s how it works…” you said timidly, questioning how something like that would be possible. She raised her upper lip and frowned, disappointed in your lack of faith. Flipping her hair back as the tail end of it hit you in the face, the two of you continued on.

The statue of a large dragon was perched upon one of the buildings. It takes you by surprise when fire comes out of the dragon’s mouth. Yerim pointed out to you all of the nearby shops: a place that sells Quidditch supplies, Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes - a place whose alliteration and the thought of wizards wheezing both confused and piqued your interest.

Honestly, this is one of the last places you would find yourself being at. Large volumes of people always made you uncomfortable. Despite your initial uneasiness when approached to come here, you were always unable to say no to Choi Yerim’s warm smile. Another, slightly more terrifying reason was your girlfriend Jungeun threatening you with having to eat a whole meal cooked by Park Chaewon.

The store itself was bright and aesthetically pleasing to the eye - rows of bookshelves filled with colorful memorabilia. Above you was an animatronic witch stirring two cauldrons as she went by on the string from one end of the store to the other. You placed your hands behind your back and strolled through, taking in the unfamiliar environment while searching for anything Jungeun and the others at the precinct would like. Just as you found something, your browsing time was tragically cut short as Yerim grabbed your wrist and dragged you back out onto Diagon Alley.

It seems like making matching couple bracelets for you and Jungeun would have to wait.

The walk through Diagon Alley is filled with all kinds of people. Couples, families, friends hanging out. You were a bit surprised seeing a few of them wearing formal clothing with a robe. But it made sense - given your surroundings and the near perfect accuracy they had to the costumes that were worn in the films. The sounds of a camera taking a photograph or a camcorder recording what was going on were also present as you and Yerim navigated through the busy street. There was a relatable family next to a blue, red and white side of a building; parents sitting on the sidewalk leaning against the wall while the children ran and played nearby.

“Oppa, there’s Gringotts Bank!” Yerim excitedly said, tapping your arm several times to get your attention. You looked at her eyes, shining with excitement as she tried her best to absorb as much as she could. While you were making your way to the white building with gold lettering embroidered, you looked around and learned Yerim was nowhere to be seen.

“Oppa!” She yelled from the right hand side, leaning against the door as she grabbed you and a few other people’s attention nearby by waving her hand frantically and pointing to the sign above her. You smiled and shook your head. Choi Yerim was insatiable when it came to anything related to magic and mystery.

Like the previous store you went to, this place also contained rows of large bookshelves - each filled with what you assumed to be various types of wands. As far as the eye could see, the store was adorned with multiple colored boxes. You thought about how many in total there were, or what the cost of such items would be.

Yerim ran to a table in the middle of the store. The glass exterior allowed you to see what was inside - even more wands tied down. You assumed they were replicas of the actual props used by the actors. She placed her hands on each glass, the same sparkle you saw outside having somehow gotten even bigger as she explained to you which wand belonged to which character.

 The two of you continued browsing the store as you analyzed several wooden frames on the wall. Each contained the name of a specific tree used to produce wands and a brief description of how that choice shaped the kind of person you would become. As you looked through, you found one that was a spot-on definition of Yerim’s personality.

“Birch - This vigorous wood is associated with stored energy and renewal. Birch people are full of life, with seemingly endless reserves of energy to bestow on those around them. Birch people should always trust their ability to see straight through to the heart of any matter.”

Continuing on, you were able to find descriptions for Jungeun, Hyejoo and even Lieutenant Sooyoung respectively.

“Hawthorn - The Hawthorn tree makes excellent barriers with its beautiful flowers and big thorns. This wood is strong, yet flexible. Hawthorn people have intense family ties and are highly protective of those from whom they care. Hawthorn people should remember that it is relations that connect us to the future and the past.”

“Oak - Wood from these huge, steadfast trees is associated with truth and wisdom. Oak people are confident and optimistic, with great inner strength and a deep well of knowledge. Oak people should trust in their natural intuition and understanding, using it for the benefit of all.”

“Rowan - The wood is revered for its powers of protection. Rowan people are full of healing energy and they delight in helping others. Rowan people should use their powerful imagination and resourceful nature to make their dreams come true.”

“Oppa, I think this suits you.” Yerim said, pointing at the second frame.

“Ash - Tools, magical and ordinary, made from Ash are especially productive as Ash trees are known to attract energy. Ash people are kind and generous with a gift for seeing what is beautiful in the world and in others. Ash people should be careful that their romantic hearts do not lead them into danger.”

“Are you sure? I don’t really think I have a romantic heart, nor has it led me to danger.”

“What about that unnie you told us about? The one you were supposed to marry but you two eventually broke up?”

“That’s different, Yerim.” you replied, pinching her cheek softly. “And if that didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have transferred to Blockberry nor would I have met all the wonderful people there.”

“Makes sense.” she coolly said. “Jungeun unnie would probably still be single if she never met you.”

“Yeah…” you replied, her words entering one ear and exiting the other. “Wait, what?”

“I already have a bunch of wands at home.” Yerim announced. “Let’s go, oppa.”

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 The architecture in the amusement park was unlike anything you have ever seen before. The buildings each had their own design that helped them due to their close proximity to one another. Bright, warm colors were contrasted by monotone, grayscale ones. It was almost like a labyrinth; having to navigate your way into the vast unknown. While every step of yours was full of cautious curiosity, Yerim possessed a certain unique charm that you couldn’t help but notice.

The two of you passed by a large stairway, various groups of people all sitting on the steps. One of them managed to get your attention. Her silky blonde colored hair had a captivating shine from the sunlight above. Her eyes were fierce - containing cat-like qualities that were the perfect mix of bewitching and alluring. It was hard to avoid her long legs, brown leather boots that showed off thigh high socks ending just above the knee. Her black shorts with a singular white belt as an accessory left little to the imagination about her hip to waist ratio as she paired it with a red long sleeved crop top that gave off the faintest hint of an enticing midriff. She leaned against the railing of the staircase, posing for a picture. She tilted her head slightly, the profound gaze she gave the camera almost making you fall for her spell. She brushed her hair to the other side of her face, getting ready for another shot until your eyes accidentally met. It was impulsive - your eyes widened as you bowed in apology. She smiled at you softly and waved. Both of you lingered, refusing to break eye contact until Yerim squealed next to you and dragged you away.

You found yourself in front of a building that appeared to be leaning slightly at an angle. The design gave it a dated look - paint chipping off the walls, various sheet metal and pieces of wood to cover up holes. But the one thing that stood out the most was the giant wine barrel sticking out above the entrance.

“The Hopping Pot…” you said, reading the sign upon entering the establishment with Yerim.

You were immediately greeted with the menu. Sporting a copious amount of magic-inspired drinks, the only one you were able to recognize was Butterbeer, something Yerim always made sure to always bring up during break time at the precinct. The interior was quite lively - plenty of people gathered together which brought an intimate feeling to the otherwise slightly bleak ambiance. Letting her decide what drink to buy the two of you, you stood outside and watched people pass by until Yerim jumped in front of you, managing to startle you.

“They didn’t have the hot option so I ended up getting us frozen Butterbeers.” Yerim said, handing you the frothy looking beverage. You held the cup at eye level, analyzing the contents inside. It looked dense, with a good portion of it containing a whipped topping. Taking a sip, your taste buds were immediately met with what felt like melted pure sugar. Your face grimaced in response, barely able to recognize the cream soda underneath as your mouth was being zapped by lightning bolts of pure sucrose. Yerim, on the other hand, sipped the drink with her straw and squealed with excitement as her eyes dazzled in satisfaction. All you could do was shake your head slightly and smile in response.

“Why is that area so dark?” you asked, using your cup as a pointer at what appeared to be the entrance to a medieval castle.

“Oh, that? That’s Knockturn Alley.” Yerim replied in between sips of her Butterbeer. “No one ever returns from Knockturn Alley.”

“We should go.” you said, getting ready to head for the entrance until you feel Yerim’s hand firmly latch onto your shoulder.

“Skulkin’ around Knockturn Alley, I dunno - dodgy place, oppa - don’ want no one ter see yeh down there…”

Yerim grabbed her stomach and let out a hearty laugh, proud of herself for reciting a line she seemed to have memorized by heart. You shook your head once more and the two of you made your way to Knockturn Alley.

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It took you a moment to realize that the animatronic dragon you saw earlier was actually perched on one of the Knockturn Alley buildings. The amusement park did a pretty good job paying attention to detail - bricks lining the walls having a worn out look, the imitation oil lamps glowing an eerie orange color; entering the space made it feel narrower the longer a person walked through. Once the two of you reached the middle of a room, you looked up and were greeted by what appeared to be various heads with wigs. It looked like something straight out of a horror film. You sneakily crept behind Yerim, being careful to avoid suspicion.

“Boo!” you said, causing her to scream loudly as one of the heads opens its mouth and releases a perfectly timed laugh with you.

Yerim gave you the cutest angry glare you have ever seen, clearly unhappy with your joke. And while she gave you the silent treatment for the next twenty minutes, one purchase of churros was enough to get back onto her good side. The two of you left Knockturn Alley relatively quickly as she wanted to visit other areas of the park.

The next destination on Yerim’s itinerary is a place called Madame Malkin’s Robes For All Occasions. Upon entrance to the purple exterior’s building, you recognized a replica of the Sorting Hat. Knowing nothing else of it besides Yerim telling you about it whenever she made you and Jungeun watch the movies with her or taking the online quizzes - it did feel nice to notice something slightly familiar. Against one of the windows were several mannequins, each sporting scarves that were in the colors of the four houses students are assigned to. Each robe also had the houses’ crest embroidered on the left side of the chest.

“Are these the famous houses you’ve told me about?”

“They are! I’ve even gone through the website and sorted every person from the precinct’s names into the Sorting Hat. Do you want to hear what they are?”

“Sure.” you said, smiling.

Yerim’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she clasped her hands together, having suddenly put on a golden robe which complimented her figure nicely.

“Gryffindor is one of the Four Houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..” she began, presenting the gold and red scarf. “It was founded by Godric Gryffindor. For those who are sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat, they possess these characteristics: courage, chivalry, and determination. The emblematic animal is a lion, and its colors are red and gold. Minerva McGonagall is the most recently known Head of House. Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, also known as "Nearly Headless Nick" is the house ghost. Gryffindor corresponds roughly to the element of fire, and it is for that reason that the colors red and gold were chosen to represent the House. The color of fire corresponds to that of a lion as well, red representing the mane and tail and gold representing the coat. I really like the Gryffindor dorm.”

Taking a large gulp of air, Yerim continued.

“Hufflepuff was founded by the medieval witch Helga Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff was the most inclusive among the four houses: valuing hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play rather than a particular aptitude in its members. Their emblematic animal was a badger, and yellow and black were its house colors. The Head of Hufflepuff is Pomona Sprout, and the Fat Friar was the House's patron ghost.”

“Hufflepuff corresponded roughly to the element of earth, and it was for that reason that the House colors were chosen: yellow represented wheat, while black was emblematic of soil. The Hufflepuff point hourglass contained yellow diamonds. Students sorted into Hufflepuff often demonstrated exceptional abilities in Herbology, owing to their correspondence to earth.”

“Another medieval witch founded Ravenclaw: Rowena Ravenclaw. ​​Members of this house were characterised by their wit, learning, and wisdom. The emblematic animal symbol was an eagle, with blue and bronze being its colors. The Head of Ravenclaw is Filius Flitwick, and the House ghost is the Grey Lady. Her real name is actually Helena Ravenclaw, Rowena’s late daughter. Ravenclaw corresponded roughly to the element of air, and it was for that reason the House colors were chosen: blue and bronze represented the sky and eagle feathers respectively.”

“Finally the last house is Slytherin. The founder highly valued and favored pure-blood students, which the Sorting Hat admitted would be a factor in those who get assigned to it as a House. The key characteristics the founder preferred were cunning, resourcefulness, leadership, and ambition. The emblematic animal symbol was a snake and the House’s colors were green and silver. Horace Slughorn and Severus Snape served as heads of the House. Slytherin corresponded roughly with the element of water due to serpents being commonly associated with the sea and lochs in western European mythology, as well as serpents being physically fluid and flexible animals.”

Yerim inhaled loudly and for a long time after finishing her last sentence. You slowly clapped, impressed at how much information was just thrown at you, and that she was able to recite the monologue in only two breaths. There truly was no one else in the squad who possessed such knowledge about magic and wizardry like she did.

“That was amazing.” you said.

“Oh, it’s nothing really.” Yerim replied, flipping her hair back as her cheeks turned a light shade of red at your compliment.

“What houses do you think the squad belongs to?”

Yerim looked at you as if she was waiting to hear that question. She crossed her arms across her chest, grabbing each of her shoulders before closing her eyes and smiling. Clasping her hands together loudly and startling you, she gave her honest opinion of the subject.

“I personally like the Gryffindor house.” she began. “But, I think it suits Jinsol unnie more.”

“Jungeun unnie…” Yerim continued a little too loudly, putting a finger to her temple as if deep in thought. “She suits Slytherin.”

“What about the boss, and Hyejoo?” you asked.

“Based on personality, Hyejoo would fit Slytherin. She ate the last bite of my ice cream last week after work. As for Sooyoung unnie…”

“Ravenclaw.” you said, interrupting Yerim.

“Hmm, I never thought about that.. But you’re right. She does fit Ravenclaw! As for oppa...”

“I think you suit Gryffindor. You know what they say, opposites attract.”

With Yerim having assigned half of the squad to houses, the two of you looked around for gifts to give them upon your return to the precinct.

“Yerim, are you sure Jungeun is going to like all this stuff?” you asked, holding both arms as you held a black robe. On top of it were a collared shirt, tie, scarf, wand, and a pair of specs. You certainly weren’t expecting to spend this much money, even if it is for your girlfriend.

“Unnie will love it!”

The sun was beginning to set once the two of you paid for all of the souvenirs. It was surprising at how fast time passed. You could have sworn the two of you entered the park only a few hours ago. Having explored most of the park, the two of you grabbed a quick snack of some cinnamon and sugar dusted churros. Offering Yerim the first bite of yours, you smiled at her, satisfied at the way her cheeks expanded and how happy she was. Grabbing a napkin, you wiped off the crumbs from the corners of her lips. Regretfully, the fun day at the amusement park was slowly coming to an end. The two of you walked in silence until reaching the front entrance.

“Oppa.” Yerim said before quite literally taking your breath away as she pulled you in for a soul-crushing hug.

You pinched her well-defined cheeks, causing her to pout and glare cutely at you. The two of you stood outside the front entrance as she refused to let you go. Pinching her cheeks one more time with a bit more pressure, you were finally able to break free from her grasp. She began rubbing them, allowing you to remove your backpack and fumble around in search of something. You pulled out an elegantly designed tiara, embroidered with various colored gems. Completing it was a larger red heart gem inside of another heart. You stood before her and placed it on her head - gently brushing loose strands of hair and tucking them behind her ear. Her eyes instinctively closed as you slowly lowered the tiara, her infectious smile on her face the entire time you did so. When she opened them back up, she saw you sticking your tongue out while concentrating on making sure she looked perfect, a trait you picked up from Hyejoo. Once you were certain it was on her head properly, you smiled and admired your work, causing her to do the same.

“Happy Birthday, Princess Yerim.” you said, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

--

The car ride afterwards was filled with laughter and fun, upbeat music. Self-proclaiming herself as “DJ Yerim”, she connected her phone to your car’s charger in the center console. You were sure she had listened to this particular playlist hundreds of times, as she was able to recite the lyrics and get the exact nuance of how the words were supposed to be recited with no trouble at all. The two of you barely made a dent, only listening to about twenty songs by the time you entered the underground parking lot.

Getting out first, you ran to the other side of the car and opened the door for Yerim. She was a bit surprised but smiled as she took your hand. Raising the door of the trunk, you couldn’t keep a straight face upon seeing just how much Yerim prepared.

“This is how much you bring for an overnight stay?” you asked.

“Don’t be silly, oppa. This isn’t everything! I just packed the absolute essentials!”

--

One elevator ride and lugging of Yerim’s many suitcases down the hallway later, the two of you finally arrive outside your apartment. It wasn’t for naught, however, as she kept the mood lively by talking about her dog named Lucky as well as what types of food she likes to eat depending on the genre of programming she is watching.

“... and that’s why you should always have jjajangmyun during thrillers!”

You bent down slightly and grabbed your kneecaps, exhausted from enduring the brunt of her suitcases’ weight. Taking a bit of a breather to compose yourself, you managed to wave your hand in front of the electronic lock, allowing a digital keypad to materialize. You entered the passcode quickly, sighing in relief as the sounds of door opening could be heard.

“You use Jungeun unnie’s birthday as your code?” Yerim teased.

Ushering her inside, you mustered up enough energy to drag her belongings through the opening. The jingle coming from the door behind you rang as it closed. Yerim took off her shoes and entered your apartment.

Having just moved in a few months ago, the living room had an obvious unfinished look to it. The bright fluorescent lights showed off the warm white walls, free of anything being hung on them. Gray marble countertop contrasted nicely against the white cabinets in the kitchen, with various wood accents on the cabinet door frames and the drawers underneath the sink.

“Oppa, your living room is twice the size of my bedroom!” Yerim exclaimed.

“O-Oh, I see.” was your response, shyly rubbing the back of your head as you brought her suitcases into a nearby room.

“Oppa, aren’t you going to give me a tour of your apartment?” Yerim asked, taking a seat on one of the countertop chairs, allowing her to face the kitchen as she hugged one of the pillows shaped like a panda taken from the couch.

“How about we eat something before that?” you said after returning. You pinched Yerim’s cheek softly, causing her to smile until you let go and opened the refrigerator. 

Rummaging through the various takeout containers, condiments, and side dishes, you managed to gather enough ingredients that resembled something that could be considered a meal. You shook your head and sighed deeply. Although you just recently went grocery shopping, most of your food was quickly inhaled by the human vacuum known as Kim Jungeun.

Yerim stared at you, wide-eyed in amazement as you made do with what you had and combined all the leftovers into a simple bibimbap. Sesame oil perfumed the air as a final finishing touch to the dish. As you were about to split the portions evenly, Yerim took the large bowl from you.

“It tastes better this way, oppa.” she excitedly said.

The two of you laughed and enjoyed each other’s company, occasionally talking about a few open cases while reminiscing about older ones. With only a few spoonfuls left in the bowl, Yerim’s eyes shined brightly when you asked her how her dog, Lucky, was doing.

“... Lucky would love it here! There’s so much open space to run around and play!”

Once the two of you finished eating, Yerim insisted that it was the house guests’ job to wash the dishes. While you preferred to do it yourself, the two of you eventually reached an agreement that you would wash while she would in turn, wipe the dishes clean. You both continued to share in laughter, especially when you placed a bit of bubbles onto her cute nose.

Darkness washed over the nighttime sky by the time the two of you finished. Unable to resist her cute pouting face, you agreed to finally grant her wish and give her a tour of your apartment.

“So you already know the kitchen and living room.” you began, rubbing the back of your neck as you showed her around. The key point of the living room was a large, U-shaped couch that faced the large flat screen television opposite it. You were thankful that Jungeun was able to get furniture through her various connections - previously it was just you and her sitting on beach chairs while watching tv and eating dinner together.

Each step on the wooden flooring excited Yerim as the two of you entered the hallway.

“Here’s the laundry room - there’s really nothing much to show besides that it has a sink as well.” you said, allowing her to see two wooden shelves above the porcelain basin neatly displaying all of the detergent brands you used. Though you thought it was the most boring room in the house, her wide eyed gaze and genuine reactions caused you to softly smile and continue the tour.

“Here is the extra bedroom.” you stated, opening the door and revealing a clean, pearly white room filled with a simple desk, chair, and freshly made bed.

“It doesn’t have a lot of stuff because no one ever stays over. Well, at least no one besides-”

“Jungeun unnie.” Yerim said, interrupting you while raising her index finger.

“Y-Yeah, Jungeun unnie.” you replied, a bit stunned at how fast her response was.

“Finally, here is my bedroom.” you said after clearing your throat. Being the master bedroom, calling the room spacious would be an understatement. 

The spare room was already a lot of space for a normal person. The key selling point of the apartment was that this bedroom contained its own bathroom. The sleek, black and gold trim added an elegant vibe to the shower and accompanying tub adjacent to it. A large vanity mirror was already installed when you first moved in. The marble countertops were complemented by two skins, allowing for you and Jungeun to not fight for using it first. A key amount of her items were on full display: her toothbrush, blow dryer, various facial creams - even her hair extensions she recently took out. You were a bit embarrassed once you saw them, but thankful Yerim didn’t seem to mind.

“These towels are so soft.” she said, rubbing the hand woven cotton material and making a mental note to purchase some new ones. They were still slightly warm to the touch, which was surprising since you did the laundry earlier in the morning.

Exiting the bathroom, the two of you walked to your bed. It was large enough to fit about three people, but not too intrusive that it took up half the room. There wasn’t a single wrinkle or crease in sight - which you were thankful for considering you and Jungeun utterly defiled it the previous night. The outline of two full length pillows could be seen close to the headboard.

“And the two of you sleep in this bed?” Yerim asked, tracing around the silk sheets. You caught on to her suggestive manner, but decided not to entertain her.

“Well that’s kinda what they’re for, Yerim.” you replied, pinching her cheek and squeezing the stretchy skin as she pouted.

“This place is sooo nice, oppa. I’m so jealous!”

“It’s really nothing too fancy, Yerim. It’s a simple two bedroom with a large bathroom and ample closet space. It’s just home.”

“Home..” Yerim repeated. Her bright, shining eyes that always glimmered with hope were instead now harboring a deep sadness to them as she closed them tightly and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

“There, there.” you said, pulling her in for a hug. You gently patted Yerim’s back as an outpour of emotions were suddenly released as she cried into your chest. There was nothing else you could do to comfort her but let time run its course.

Once she felt she was all cried out, Yerim softly whimpered as she realized your shirt was now soaked with her tears.

“I-I’m sorry, oppa. I d-don’t know what came over me…”

“You don’t have to apologize, Yerim.” you said, pulling her even tighter into your embrace. “Sometimes, you just need to let it all out.”

Wiping away the last remaining droplets with her sleeve, she reciprocated your hug. The two of you stayed like that for several minutes before she lightly tapped on your arm to release your hold on her.

“It’s… it’s just that word brought back so many memories all at once. Home.”

“I left my hometown at an early age. I struggled a lot living on my own. I still remember the first time I tried to cook my own meal - I accidentally forgot to plug in the rice cooker. I worked so many part-time jobs just to survive. None of them brought me any satisfaction. It wasn’t until a customer came into the cafe I was working at. She had such long legs and brightly bleached blonde hair. The first thing I noticed was how large her eyes were. Anyways, it wasn’t until she handed me a business card. I was skeptical, since it looked like an obvious scam. But she told me to check it out. Although I was reluctant, I eventually did.”

“... and that’s how you got into the academy.” you said.

Yerim nodded. “If it wasn’t for Jinsol unnie asking me to trust her, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. It was hard, oppa… being the youngest in the division. I was lacking in so many ways. But Jinsol unnie and Jungeun unnie really took care of me. They took me under their wing.”

“They made me feel like I had a family.”

Yerim stopped when she began to hear what appeared to be sniffling. She looked up and saw your face turned away as you shed a single tear.

“Are you crying, oppa?” she asked.

“N-No, oppa just has something in his eye.” you said.

“Oppa’s crying!” Yerim teasingly said, slowly backing away. “Oppa’s crying! Oppa’s- ahh!”

Her eyes widened as she lost her balance. You were quick to react - managing to wrap your arms around her as the both of you fell onto the bed. The both of you held onto each other, your eyes meeting one another as your faces were dangerously close. The sounds of your soft breaths could be felt as you slowly began to be lost in each other’s eyes.

You weren’t sure how long it took before either of you finally said a word. All you could remember was that your faces inched closer and closer together until the tip of your nose gently pressed against hers.

“Are you okay, Yerimie?”

“Y-Yeah, op-oppa. I’m fine.”

“W-Why don’t we go watch that thriller you were talking about-”

Pushing on the mattress to remove yourself from Yerim, you were pulled back down as you felt her wrap her legs around your waist. This time, she places her arms behind your neck. The two of you stare at each other - a calm before the storm. Not wanting to waste any more time, Yerim closed her eyes and gently pressed her lips against yours.

It was like a spark of electricity jolted throughout your body. Her lips were so uniquely soft and sweet. Not even Jungeun’s tasted like this. Your body reacted on its own, allowing you to exchange tender, passionate kisses with one another. You held onto her face delicately as your thumbs were gently pressed on her cheeks. Your bodies felt extremely warm, as the two of you mended perfectly into one complete unison.

“Yerim…” you said, panting as your lips refused to leave hers.

“Please, oppa. Let me feel how Jungeun unnie does. Just for tonight. Please, oppa?”

Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, penetrating your lips’ defenses as you ran your fingers through her long hair. Yerim decided to be a bit more bold - taking the first step by biting on your lower lip as her kisses became more furious. She surprised you by using her lower body strength and flipping the both of you over so that she was now on top. Your hands found their way to her curvy hips as the two of you kissed each other.

Concluding that two could play at being naughty, your hands roamed through the soft skin of her thighs until they were resting on her butt. You were surprised to find out she wasn’t wearing any sort of undergarment. She smiled mischievously as she began to unbutton your shirt. She let out a soft moan as you squeezed each pillowy cheek.

Yerim was now on your neck, planting wet kisses that gradually became gentle sucking. When you squeezed her butt a bit harder, it caught her by surprise as she bit just below your jaw. She made quick work of your shirt as she was now consumed by lust.

Allowing you time to catch your breath, she raises your arms and removes your shirt from your body before tossing it onto the ground below. Mirroring what she did on the bed earlier, she traces her finger on your chest, admiring it before planting soft kisses that tickled each time her lips made contact.

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned out when Yerim took your nipples inside her mouth. You felt them hardening as she gently nibbled on them while stretching it with her teeth. Your hands were on her ass the entire time as you squeezed both cheeks each time she bit you.

Raising her skirt, you gave Yerim several slaps on her dangerously soft cheeks.

“Oppa…” she moaned, biting her bottom lip.

The soft skin you have quickly grown fond of let out a satisfying sound as you smacked her ass once more.

“That feels really good.” she whined.

“I didn’t know you were such a bad girl, Choi Yerim.”

“I-I’m not!”

“Oh really?” you questioned as Yerim began to unbutton her shirt. Once the buttons on her cuffs were freed, she disposed of the pesky clothing as you were greeted with a lacy black bra that complimented her skirt nicely. Her thin waist and cute belly button were accentuated by a pair of round breasts. Although they weren’t large in size, they were more than enough for you to get a handful. She made a show of removing it, lowering each strap halfway until she unhooked it from the back. She removed one leg before the other in order to eliminate the final lock and expose her beautiful body to you. She gave you the chance to admire her soft, creamy thighs as she straddled your lap.

Yerim slowly rocked back and forth on your body as the two of you could feel your erection growing stronger underneath her. A small pool began to form on your jeans and you realized that she was the source. You held onto her wrists gently and stared at her deep, hazelnut pools that were slowly being clouded by lust and desire, mirroring your own. She seemed to get the message as she raised her body upwards and descended back down just above your face.

The both of you sighed deeply in anticipation of what was to come. Yerim’s intoxicating aroma was just as sweet and feminine as she was. Her legs were on both sides of your head as she held onto your hair for balance. Her breathing became hitched as you softly kissed the warm inner creases of her bountiful thighs. Your tongue instinctively stuck itself out, wanting to get as much of a taste of Yerim as possible.

“Oh, fuck…”

Yerim moaned as you carefully licked her beautiful pussy. You tasted the sweet, yet slightly tangy flavor of her juices - she gasped loudly when your tongue moved back and forth as you slowly overwhelmed her with satisfaction.

“You taste so good, Yerim.”

“O-Oppa, please…” She moaned as she grinded her face on you, grabbing fistfuls of your hair.

Everything about Yerim was beautiful, but even more so as she slowly succumbed to pleasure, gasping loudly as her body continued to squirm. You traced the outer layer of her lips before your tongue dug inside her moist cavern deeply. Her scream was a mixture of both eroticism and genuine surprise. Her thighs have now become your new personal earmuffs, deafening you from the young woman’s lust-filled high-pitched sounds.

“T-That feels so good, oppa.” she managed to say as Yerim rode your face with the utmost vigor. Your hands held onto her deliciously soft asscheeks, squeezing each soft mound of flesh - both for balance and to feel her melt into a pool of pure pleasure.

You slurped and feasted on her clit as if it was your last meal on this Earth. And if it was, it certainly was one you wouldn’t mind having anytime. Her juices were continuously leaking, encouraging you to keep the pressure up. Her thighs were beginning to hurt you. Not that you would have stopped, however. The knot inside her core began to grow as you were assisting Yerim to chase what she was so desperate for.

“O-Oppa, I.. I’m about to cum!”

Your tongue spread her outer lips as much as they could, breaching open the floodgates. Yerim pushed your head deeper as her whines and moans were gradually becoming incoherent sounds escaping her lips. It didn’t take very long for her delicious pussy to finally reward you both.

“Oppa!”

Yerim screamed so loud you could hear her from underneath her thighs as her toes curled above your shoulders and the pleasure became too much to bear. It was like a sweet, succulent honey - her juices a steady torrent of love that greeted your tongue and face warmly. Waves of satisfaction coursed through her body like an electrical current as you slowly helped her descend from her euphoric high. She was very much sensitive, her hips bucking and quivering in response while you consumed her juices and gave her lips gentle kisses. Her thighs continued to hold onto you tightly, refusing to let go.

Yerim’s thighs were moist and slick with her juices, your face no better. All of her senses were heightened as her clit pulsated, wanting more. Her warm hole continued to release wet squelching sounds as you sucked on it. She knew it had become an overstimulation, and yet her body instinctively grinded itself on your face once more. Every now and then, she would release small aftershocks while you ate her out. She barely had time to process her emotions when another orgasm was suddenly triggered.

She interlocked her fingers with yours as her body shook uncontrollably from her second earth-shattering climax.

“Good job baby, you’re doing so well.” you encouraged Yerim as she screamed above you. Her chest was heaving up and down as a light layer of sweat began to mist her body.

“O-Oppa, t-that was too much. P-Please, I- wow…” Yerim managed to say as she did her best to recover. Her body would take several minutes to recover, giving you enough time to kiss her thighs and say comforting words to let her know she did a job well done.

Once she was fully recovered, Yerim dismounted your face and looked down, admiring her work as her juices still coated your mouth and chin. She got off the bed on wobbly feet, still feeling the aftereffects of her consecutive orgasms as she got onto her knees in front of you. Taking her hint, you stood above her so that she was eye level with your crotch.

Her wide, beautiful eyes stared back at yours as you unbuttoned your jeans. Not wanting to waste any time, Yerim unzips them before yanking both the jeans and boxer briefs underneath and tossing them in a pile along with her own discarded clothing. She was met with a soft slap of your erect cock on her cheeks, causing the both of you to laugh. The cool air from the opened window nearby and light coming from the moon made it a spectacle unlike any other.

Gone was the good girl who once innocently thought it was rude to not signal at a four way stop. Replacing her was a woman filled with sexual desire and a hunger for lust. Her mouth was agape as she studied your penis, analyzing the bulging veins and its overall appearance. Her long, slender fingers soon wrapped themselves around your length, forming a tight fist around it. The precum that had already been leaking out of your slit began to coat you as she felt you strengthening and throbbing with each fluid up and down motion.

“F-Fuck, Yerim…” you moaned as she stroked you at an agonizingly slow pace. The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes was Yerim looking up at you as if she was trying to download your facial expressions. With a slight amount of lubrication, she massaged her thumb on your swollen tip. She earned a breathless response from you the moment she swiped your leaking slit.

“Y-Yerim, please…” you managed to say.

“What’s wrong? Is my technique not good enough?”

“N-No. It-it is. But-”

“But…?”

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned as she tightly squeezed your shaft, forming a vice-like grip just below your tip. The pleasure outweighed the pain as you felt yourself wanting more.

“I think I’ve teased you enough.” Yerim stated as she stroked you several more times before planting a wet kiss on the tip of your cock.

“Are you ready?”

Not giving you a chance to respond, her cherry red lips are parted by your blunt spear as it enters the moist and warm sheath that is her mouth. She sucks on your very sensitive and swollen tip, causing you to moan once more as the venom-like pleasure quickly spreads from your head all the way down to your toes.

Her mouth was softer than silk as her round, squishy cheeks vacated themselves to give you more room to indulge. It was wet, hot and everything you could ever want out of fellatio. Her tongue drags across the underside of your shaft like harsh waves, fluid in the way she controls its motions. You looked down and were easily hypnotized by Yerim’s sinful act as her eyes formed inverted half crescents, smiling back at you while her mouth kept your cock a prison of her own volition.

You ran your fingers through her long, chestnut colored hair, admiring how soft it was - just like everything else about Yerim. Eventually, your hand found its way to the back of her head. This helps her confirm she was making you feel good, not that she didn’t already know while her saliva began to pool in her mouth and lubricate your entire length. Her hands massage your thighs as she bobs her head up and down. She does this several times before regretfully withdrawing her head from your cock, leaving a glistening trail with a loud pop. Strands of her drool connect the both of you, and she giggles when she sees you throbbing uncontrollably in the air - as if your cock was whining at the loss of her mouth. She puckers her beautiful red lips and leaves sloppy kisses on both sides of your length.

“Did you like how Yerim sucked your cock, daddy?” she teased, causing you to throb as she continued to give generous wet smooches.

“Y-Yes, that felt so good, baby.”

“Good, I’m glad. You have such a nice cock, daddy.”

Yerim stroked you lazily before getting on her hands and knees before you. Your mouth watered at the sight of her wide hips and round, soft looking ass. You gave each a firm smack, causing her to yelp.

“Daddy, that feels so good. B-But I want you to fuck me. Can you fuck me please, daddy?”

Seeing Choi Yerim become a needy mess turned you on even more, especially when she reached behind and stroked your shaft before lining you with the radiating heat of her lower body. Your tip teases her outer folds, her juices coating you immediately. She whined loudly, urging you to put it inside her already. It took minimal effort on your part as the two of you finally connected.

“Oh, fuck…” Yerim breathlessly moaned, all of her senses being turned up into overdrive when she felt her walls being parted by your cock.

Both of you are sweating profusely at this point, the scent of pheromones and sex perfuming the cool nighttime air. Her back arches, giving you a wonderful view of the beautiful woman whose presence you were happy to be around.

You started off slow - Yerim’s painfully tight walls made it harder to move more than a few inches at a time. As you planted loving kisses on her back, you felt her muscles gradually relax, allowing you to insert more of yourself inside her.

“H-Harder, daddy.”

Her curvy hips fit perfectly into your hands - it was almost as if they were made just for you. Her soft, round ass bounced back and forth each time you thrusted into her. The sounds of her bed creaking increased in volume, mirroring your own actions with Yerim. She moaned loudly when your hands moved to her cheeks, squeezing each as you granted her wishes.

“Daddy… that feels so good!” she said, sweat dripping off her body and staining the silk sheets below.

“You’re so tight, Yerim-ah.”

“Fuck, daddy!” she cried out, losing strength of her upper body and struggled to remain conscious as she buried her face into your bed.

Yerim’s sinful mouth soon became a symphony of vulgar words and indiscernible moans of erotic pleasure. Her walls clenched tightly around you each time you told her she was a good girl for daddy. It didn’t take long for her loud screams to reverberate around your apartment’s walls. Her plump cheeks were in perfect sync with your thrusts as she arched her back from the pleasure. You were relentless - upping the ante and fucking her as hard as you could until the pressure welling up inside you was no longer able to be contained.

“Daddy!” she screamed one final time as both of your toes curled and you immediately bent down to give her back encouraging kisses. Her body quivered with ecstasy as she coated you with all of her love essence. Her silky pussy walls clenching against your cock triggered your own climax. Your shaft pulsated inside her as you shivered and released a large amount of hot, thick semen into her suffocatingly tight cave. It was heavenly; being able to erupt inside a new woman for the first time. Especially one you were fond of. You gave several, shallow thrusts - her sensitive body still reeling with slight aftershocks from such an intense orgasm. 

Both of you reached the euphoric peak - together.

With the two of you breathing heavily, you grabbed each of Yerim’s cheeks before giving them a firm smack. You felt her tightening against you once more as your exhausted cock began to pull out. Her freshly fucked pussy was beautiful - glistening with a mixture of her juices and your cum as it began to slowly leak out and stain her thighs and the sheets below.

“Y-You fucked me so well, daddy.” Yerim said, her chest heaving heavily as you were charmed by her breasts moving up and down each time. You noticed she immediately became shy post-orgasm, returning to the innocent woman you painted her out to be. This, of course, did not last long as she laid flat on her stomach between your legs and kicked her feet into the air. She looked up at you and smiled, a fierce juxtaposition to her hand which wrapped her slim fingers around your softening cock and brought it back to full mast as she used her tongue to clean off your tip.

“You-You want to go again?” you weakly asked, having just finished recovering.

“Of course!” Yerim giggled. “I want daddy to fuck me all night long.”

“And besides… I haven’t even shown you my surprise yet. It’s going to look so perfect when I wear it while sucking your cock, daddy.”

--

The next morning at Blockberry Precinct would have been just like any other day. Except, it was a momentous occasion as it marked Captain Jo Haseul’s triumphant return to active duty. Initially tasked with an undercover mission in New Zealand, she was placed under witness protection once her status had been compromised. For almost two years, no one knew her location. Some even began to have doubts if she would ever return.

Warm smiles and sincere congratulations greeted her upon her arrival. While Im Yeojin acted as Interim Captain on her behalf, she tried her best to keep things running smoothly - through having to deal with the occasional microwave and snack machine fires caused by Park Chaewon, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief knowing that Captain Haseul’s return meant her transition back into being a field officer along with her K-9 partner.

It seemed time away from the stresses of work did wonders for the Captain. She was positively glowing in every sense of the word - her hair was much longer compared to her usual short bob. Now reaching midway down her arm, it contrasted the bright yellow summery dress she wore. A pair of light blue skinny jeans and white high heels showed off her figure nicely as the golden chain of her handbag was draped across her upper body. With a piping hot cup of coffee in hand, Captain Haseul greeted each and every member of the squad.

Unbeknownst to her in her office, two people are seen panicking. Well - maybe just one. And another who watches her superior officer descend into madness trying to make sure everything was perfect.

“Today is the Captain’s first day back in her office and I want to make sure everything is just how she left it. Now, I can’t remember. Was this little figurine of Latte at a forty-five or fifty degree angle?”

“Unnie, it’s a five degree difference. You better figure it out.” Son Hyejoo cutely said in an angry tone as the two of them suddenly heard high heel steps behind them.

“Ahh, I miss this place.” Captain Haseul said, stretching both of her arms out. 

“Huh. Little Latte is askew.”

Fixing the figurine to its correct position, the Captain sighed.

“You really made yourself at home, didn’t you Lieutenant Ha?”

Lieutenant Sooyoung pinched the area between her eyebrows together as she began evaluating her life choices and mentally kicking herself for not knowing the proper placement of one of the Captain’s most prized possessions.

“I am back home where I belong.” Captain Haseul said, taking out a ruler and slapping it onto the desk, making sure that her laptop’s placement is not even a millimeter off from where it once previously was.

“Wow. There is absolutely nothing that could puncture my-”

Her bright, warm smile instantly turns into a frown as her eyes wander the table.

“Where are my sticky notes?”

“What?” Lieutenant Sooyoung asked.

“My sticky notes that were right here.” Captain Haseul said, staring at a blank space between her placemat and the precinct issued landline phone. “They had heart stickers on it. They’re very important to me. You didn’t throw them away, did you?”

“What? No!” Lieutenant Sooyoung replied, a mixture of fear and sarcasm in her tone. “Sooyoung would never throw away something that looked exactly like trash.”

“Good.” Captain Haseul replied, making her way to the door. “I’ll be back in half an hour. Make sure it’s back on my desk by then.”

“I got it! I’m on it!” Lieutenant Sooyoung yelled out as the Captain left the room.

“I definitely threw it away.” she said to Hyejoo, who simply nodded her head in agreement.

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“Oppa!”

Upon your entrance to the briefing room, two voices greeted you at separate locations. Your eyes instantly found your girlfriend Kim Jungeun tilting her head slightly and waving at you. You waved back - thankful you were able to see the person you love quite often. About to make your way towards her, a hand held your wrist and prevented you from going further. Looking at the hand’s owner, you were not surprised to see the other voice belonging to Choi Yerim, smiling at you sweetly while patting the unvacated seat next to her. Before you could reply, she kicked the chair slightly before forcing your body onto it. Awkwardly smiling at Yerim, you turned around and saw sadness in Jungeun’s eyes. Jung Jinsol occupied the seat next to your girlfriend, waving at you happily when your eyes met. You waved back until Lieutenant Sooyoung called the midday briefing to order.

Captain Haseul stood at her podium, allowing Jung Jinsol adequate time in order to prepare her information to be presented to the squad.

“Okay, quick update on the Garosu-gil break-ins. Security cams caught a picture of the suspect and guess what? That’s right, we got a hot perp alert.” Jinsol said, making blaring alarm noises before pointing a remote at the monitor and showing everyone who she was talking about. Audible oohs and ahhs spread throughout the room in agreement.

“That’s an attractive woman.” Kim Jiwoo said, crossing her arms and fixing the rim of her glasses with her thumb and index fingers.

“I’d like to bring that girl to justice.” Jungeun said, scrunching her nose while smiling.

“We all would. But unfortunately, police cornered her and she shot herself in the face.” Jinsol replied, making a fart-like noise with her tongue, turning off the monitor and returning to her seat next to Jungeun.

“All right, thank you for that shockingly dark update. Anything else?” Captain Haseul asked while adjusting her glasses. Having not received any responses, she continued.

“For today’s assignments: Jinsol and oppa, you two investigate our missing person’s case. There’s a few people in mind as suspects, but until we have solid proof, we can’t bring them in. Jungeun, you-”

“Why does Jinsol unnie get to work the case with him?” Jungeun suddenly interrupted the Captain by raising her hand. She earned a soft nudge by her seatmate who was not amused.

“If you would have let me finish, I was going to say you and I are going to investigate another lead. An anonymous tip came in this morning about the bank heist that occurred this past weekend.”

“O-Oh…”

“If there are no further questions, you are all dismissed.”

[mobiused]

could you show some examples of hyeju's worst outfits? I thought they usually dressed her well but i guess I haven't been paying attention. Also i agree with the gowon puff sleeve thing. I think it suits her princess brand

OK this ended up getting long because of the structurue so under the cut

Stupid fucking bow makes her head look so fucking stupid here

Conceptually this isn't so bad but I hate the shape, bust looks weird, dress is too short, n thats not about modesty it's just completely unflattering for her legs & hips

Who the fucks idea was it to put her in what is essentially little more than a lingerie slip dress and stick some garters on it whilst everyone else bar choerry is in normal cute dresses? Thematically inapproriate and way too short to dance how she wants (watching her fancams this era and seeing her fight with 99% of her outfits was actually migraine inducing). It actually looks quite pretty tbh but I don't like it if it makes her look out of place and also weirdly sexualised in comparison to everybody else

THIS WAS JUST SO FUCKING SHIT LIKE DOTN FU CKING PISS ME OFF she's lucky she's hot because what the fuck. Like literally what the fuck this is so fuckng stupid. How do you fuck up an all-black outfit with red accents like this so badly. Her fringe/hair looks so stupid and doesn't suit her face at all. She's meant to look sharp and fierce and sexy and she just l ooks fucking stupid. Monika had to intervene with scissors because she was literally wearing a lycra t-shirt before this . What the fuck. (Queendom era styling on the whole was pretty good)

Everyone else is wearing sexatron 5000 hot sexy leather/PVC whatever that material is and they gave hyeju an oversized blazer and a hairdo that makes it look like she's 60 in combination with the fucking shit dyejob and jewelry borrowed from maggie thatcher. Whats going on???????? (If you're a longtime follower you'll know that even though I hated and hate this outfit I pondered whether this was Hyeju's personal choice to not wear outfits that she personally found objectifying like the leather club inspired outfits, but then looking at how she was styled for flip that, she(?) seems to have backtracked on that)

Hair is actually cute here to be fair. But this was just a disaster for everyone. If you're gonna be ripping off Rokh's SS21 collection at least do it right cuz what....lmfao

I lol'd I really did.

Ugly ass top...

Actually hold on this one eats. But

... Actually I don't even hate the fringe but what the fuck are these shorts

OH MY GOD DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I FUCKING DESPISE THESE BULLSHIT FLOWERY GIRLY LITTLE FUCKING BLOUSES THEY LOOK SO FUCKING SHIT THEY DONT SUIT HER AT ALL AND YET FOR SOME REASON WHEN THEY WANT TO MAKE HER LOOK *CUTE* AND *NORMAL GIRL* THEYLL DRESS HER LIKE A GRANDMA DRESSING HER 13 YEAR OLD GRANDDAUGHTER AND IS AFRAID TO HAVE PEOPLE LOOKING AT HER OHHH MY GOD IT AGGRIVATES ME SO MUCH LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ACTUALLY WEARING

Age inappropriate for a teenage girl, modesty aside those heels and that blouse makes her look dated and weird

This was literally outrageous (hers is the shortest of all of them bar hyunjin whos wearing shorts anyway, and she's 17 here), especially the obviously padded bra, and her discomfort is palpable

I could literally go on. And I'm being quite generous here by not including outfits that aren't my personal taste but otherwise probably considered inoffensive. But really its like when was the last time I've seen an outfit Hyejus been styled in and not gone one of the following 1) Wow this is unflattering 2) Wow she looks stupid 3) Wow she looks uncomfortable/ this impairs her movement 4) Wow she looks like she's going to a different event compared to everyone else

Maybe I'm just especially harsh with her styling because she matters the most to me IDK.

[writerpeach]

Sweet & Sour

LOOΠΔ Choerry & Olivia Hye x Male Reader

7066 words

Categories - threesome, daddy kink

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It had been a month since you were introduced to one of Hyejoo’s best friends, Choi Yerim. She was a walking ball of sunshine, always with a smile on her face, a pleasant contrast to Hyejoo’s constant moodiness and drastic change in emotions.

Still, the three of you became closer to one another more each day, becoming a trio that rarely went places without one accompanying them. You loved the company of Yerim, but you weren’t in any rush to commit to a full relationship. It was at her behest that you opted to keep things casual for the time being, learning more about each other before diving into anything serious.

You grew more comfortable together with each date, each evening inevitably ended up the same way - sweaty, tired, and under messy bedsheets, more often yours than hers.

It was safe to say you owed Hyejoo a great debt for setting you up together, not that she wouldn’t have taken the credit anyways for ensuring there would be a pile of clothes every time Yerim entered your apartment.

Hyejoo had preoccupied herself with her new job, leaving you more time to spend with Yerim and it was nothing short of a miracle that she had managed to keep her new job for the past two weeks

No whining, and not a single complaint about how difficult it was to work dozens of hours a week. You were starting to think Hyejoo had been replaced with a clone, the idea of hard work was an unfamiliar and foreign concept to someone who was often too lazy to even make breakfast in the morning.

The clock had just struck past midnight as Hyejoo was on her way to your apartment, sitting in the back seat of a taxi cab and making idle chatter with the friendly driver, another thing she rarely did.

With one of the spare keys you had given her and Yerim (something you almost always regretted), she unlocked the door to your place, tossing her belongings on the counter and slipping her shoes off.

“Welcome back, Hye,” you greeted, but she didn’t bother returning and you quickly found yourself flat on the mattress as she pounced on you like a wolf, arms wrapped around you and her breasts pressed up against your chest as her soft lips met yours.

“It’s time for my midnight snack, daddy,” she said, hungry for her nightly dose of healthy protein after a long day, unzipping your pants and slipping a hand inside your boxers, stroking you until you were, which admittedly didn’t take long.

“How was work?” you asked, trying to keep any pretense of a conversation as you lifted your shirt off your body and tossed it, Hyejoo yanking your pants and boxers off your legs, leaving you fully naked.

“It was fun. I think my boss likes me,” she said, lifting the hem of her shirt to expose her torso, her tight midriff and full breasts that her black bra could barely contain.

“That explains why you haven’t fired yet,” you teased, as Hyejoo slapped your thigh, letting her fingernails gently scrape across your skin.

“Hey!” Hyejoo pouted, fiddling with the clasp of her bra as you waited patiently as if she were unwrapping a present just for you.

“I like this job,” she said, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders and freeing her perfect round breasts. You never got tired of this part, her bare exposed breasts causing your cock to throb freely as your eyes feasted on her chest.

“And I like these tits.”

“Only like?” Hyejoo asked, her lips turning in a frown as you cupped and squeezed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with your fingers.

“You know I fucking love them, Hye,” you said, playing with her rosy pink nipples that had hardened already, pulling on them and pinching, causing several cute whines to escape her mouth.

Hyejoo pulled you off the bed until you were sitting on the edge of the mattress, kneeling on the floor underneath you as she spread your legs, spitting repeatedly on your shaft and stroking your shaft slowly. She did the same thing in between her generous cleavage, letting saliva coat it as she grabbed your cock and slapped her tits with it several times, smearing precum.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said, staring up at you with her dark lustful eyes. You both knew what was coming, and nothing could prepare you for it.

“Did you miss me or my cock?” you teased, as Hyejoo licked your leaking tip, lapping up the clear liquid that had dripped down your slit.

“Hmph. Can’t it be both?” she asked, slipping your cock into the warmth of her heavy breasts.

You gasped at the heavenly sensations of her soft flesh squeezing your shaft tightly as she trapped you in her cleavage, cupping her supple breasts and interlocking her fingers to make sure you never slipped out.

“Fuck, Hyejoo…”

You couldn’t stop moaning as Hyejoo moved her delicious breasts up and down, continuously spitting in between her deep cleavage to keep every movement smooth as could be as your shaft was nestled inside her sizable warm tits.

“Does that feel good, daddy? Your cock fits so perfectly in between my tits.”

“Fuck yes, Hye. You have no idea.”

"I think I have some idea by how loud you’re moaning.”

It was such a beautiful erotic image, your throbbing cock disappearing in and out of Hyejoo’s perfect round tits, every inch being swallowed up and pleasured by soft flesh.

Hyejoo kept the pleasurable friction going, continuing to let spit drip out of her pouty lips to aid in lubricating your shaft, trying to lick your tip and failing several times as she whined. You felt pleasure in every inch of your body, driving you insane and making your breathing shallow by the second.

It had only been a few minutes, but you felt close to your limits already, knowing Hyejoo wanted to drain you. Your saliva-drenched cock twitched inside her delicious cleavage, signaling to her that you were close. She bit her lip, squeezing her tits tighter around your cock, her sensual eyes encouraging your climax.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, Hye...”

“Good, I need your cum all over me. Cum for me, daddy.”

Hyejoo smiled widely, eagerly anticipating your load as you felt unable to hold on any longer, savoring the last few thrusts being inside her wonderful warm breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as your shaft throbbed and blasted Hyejoo’s cute face with several shots of thick sticky cum, the rest pooling in her collarbones.

“You came so much, daddy...” Hyejoo said, removing your cock from her tits and slowly licking your sensitive slit, making you jerk as she giggled, strands of semen dripping down her face.

You collected yourself, trying to stabilize your breathing as you leaned back and placed your hands on the mattress, staring at the creamy mess you had left on Hyejoo. It wasn’t until the last moment that you noticed a shadow filling the room and a feminine figure walking in frame.

“Hey! You got started without me!”

That cute voice could only belong to one person, Choi Yerim. She walked into view with her hands on her hips and scanned the scene, unhappy with being late to the party.

“I want a facial,” Yerim whined, stomping her bare feet on the carpet. Hyejoo still had your heavy warmth on her face, using the tip of her finger to bring some into her mouth, sucking on her finger.

“You were supposed to tell her to come over tonight, Hyejoo.”

“Was I? I forgot. Sorry, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, her plump lips forming a prominent smirk.

“You didn’t forget you selfish whore,” Yerim said, folding her arms and pouting her lips.

“Just stop whining and go sit on his face then while I clean up.”

Yerim’s eyes lit up as her bright smile returned on her pretty lips, pleased at Hyejoo’s suggestion.

“I’ll be back, daddy,” Hyejoo said, as she disappeared in the bathroom, her hips swaying as she left the room, leaving you alone with Yerim.

“You heard her, baby. Come sit on my face,” you said, scooting back until you were flat on your back in the middle of the mattress. Yerim swiftly stripped her clothes off, happily getting on the mattress and scooting her way towards the pillows.

Yerim took her time in getting in position, straddling your chest. You explored her naked body with your hands, giving her ass a quick slap. She shyly smiled and lifted herself up until her luscious thighs were hovering above your head, her pussy already visibly dripping.

“You’re drenched already, baby,” you said, using your fingers to rub her silky pink slit, making Yerim’s entire body jerk.

“A-ah! I’m wet because I wanted you to cum on my face, daddy.”

“And I want you to cum on mine,” you said, grabbing both of her cheeks and forcing her weight down on you, smearing her messy juices on your face.

Yerim let out the loudest of gasps as you licked her pussy, her warm thighs instinctively wrapping around your head as soft flesh surrounded you.

“D-daddy…” Yerim moaned, her hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as she tugged on it. You loved this position, taking in the sweet aroma of her as your head was buried in between her legs, her full creamy thighs suffocating you.

“O-oh f-fuck, daddy, “ Yerim moaned out as your tongue invaded her tight wet hole, exploring every delicious inch. You sucked on her clit, lips sealed tightly around it as she rolled her hips, slowly riding your face as intense pleasure shot up her spine.

It wasn’t the first time Yerim had used your face as a pillow, but she never felt any less embarrassed, her cheeks reddening. Were her hands not playing with your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her dripping cunt she would be covering up her face as her body adjusted to every electrifying sensation.

“T-that feels so good, daddy. I love when you eat my pussy,” she said as you gave loud slurps of her clit, making her legs twitch as her thighs squeezed tighter around your head.

“Yerim-ah, you didn’t cum yet?” Hyejoo said as she lied down on the bed beside you, her long legs next to your head.

“Daddy is enjoying his meal too much,” Yerim said, her juices dripping down her thighs and coating your face as you devoured her delicious pussy.

“Looks like daddy is hard again,” Hyejoo said, wrapping a hand around your throbbing shaft and slowly pumping you.

“Th-that’s it, daddy, don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” she cried out as you kept your tongue inside her, fucking in and out of her wet hole. You tried to coax every bit out of pleasure as you used both hands to grab her plump asscheeks, smothering your face with her pussy even more.

“O-oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

Yerim’s thighs quivered violently as her toes curled, gyrating her hips as her climax arrived, dripping her juices into your lips as you tried to force out as much of her sweet nectar into your mouth.

Your face was covered with Yerim’s juices, lips and chin stained with slick as she released you from the clutches of her thighs. You licked her thighs clean, making her squirm as you took a few final swipes of her pussy, her sensitivity driving her crazy.

“Don’t be greedy this time, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, as Yerim dismounted your face, collapsing nearby as she recovered, letting you see the beautiful sight of Hyejoo jerking you off, locking eyes with you.

“Where do you want this cock, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, delivering lazily strokes and rubbing your sweet spot, making your shaft leak messily all over her fingers.

“You can choose, baby.”

Hyejoo let out an excited smile, her pretty lips planting several kisses on your tip as she tasted precum.

“I want you to fuck my throat, daddy.”

“I’d love to, baby,” you said, as Hyejoo relinquished control of your cock. You climbed off the bed and stood near the edge as she adjusted her position, lying on her back as her head dangled off the mattress centered in between your legs, licking her lips as she hungrily eyed your cock.

Hyejoo reached out to grab a handful of your balls, squeezing them gently as you rubbed your tip all over her red triangle lips, slapping her stunningly gorgeous face with your cock.

There wasn’t any patience between the two of you as Hyejoo grabbed your stiff cock, guiding it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the head, letting you do the rest.

You pushed your shaft inside the warmth of Hyejoo’s wet mouth, sliding every inch from tip to base and resting inside her tight throat as her lips sealed around your flesh.

“Fuck, Hye…”

You groaned with every thrust as you fucked Hyejoo’s mouth, watching a bulge form as she slobbered on your cock as you placed your palm on her warm neck, feeling yourself entering and leaving her tight warm throat.

Hyejoo didn’t have as bad of a gag reflex as Yerim did due to her experience she had in training her throat, but still struggled in taking your length as your balls rested against her cute nose.

You grabbed her huge breasts while continuing to plunge your shaft down the warm depths of her throat, playing with them and squeezing as much soft flesh as you could as drool began spilling out of Hyejoo’s mouth from your forceful use of her, spilling down her face.

Hyejoo couldn’t help the pleasure she felt in between her thighs as you used her throat, letting the messiest of sounds escape. She pinched her nipples that had stiffened, moving a hand down her toned midriff and slipping it into the black pair of panties she still had on, starting to finger herself.

“Messy little slut,” Yerim giggled, coming back to reality as she watched your cock impaling Hyejoo’s warm tight throat, making her gag on it with every few strokes.

Hyejoo withdrew her hand from her heat, wiping her slick on her tight abdomen, her skin glistening in the bedroom lights.

“Look what you did to her, daddy…” Yerim said, the jealousy on her features manifesting.

“Maybe you should help her out then. You’ll find something in that nightstand,” you said, gesturing towards the bedside table drawer. Yerim scurried towards it, opening up and rifling through the contents, pushing aside an almost empty bottle of lube and handcuffs as she found what you were talking about.

“I have one that looks just like this, daddy,” she said, giggling as she grabbed a purple vibrator with a curved tip out of the drawer, staring at it excitedly.

“I use it on this little slut when she’s being a good girl. Or a naughty girl.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her...”

Hyejoo’s legs trembled with anticipation as Yerim tugged her panties off, leaving every inch of skin exposed for both of your viewing pleasure.

“Make sure you tease her first.”

“Yes, daddy,” Yerim said, switching the toy on to the lowest setting as it emanated a low hum.

Meanwhile, you had slowed your pace down, wanting to enjoy the show you were about to watch, give deep but gentle thrusts down Hyejoo’s throat.

Yerim admired the vibrating toy for a moment, focusing on the older girl’s spread legs as she pressed it against her swollen clit for a few seconds and removed it. Hyejoo’s hips bucked as she moaned around your shaft, sending delightful vibrations around it.

You gave her throat a bit of respite as you removed your shaft from it, letting her tenderly suck on your balls as one of her hands stroked your mess shaft, drool being spread all over her warm lips and chin.

Yerim was relentless in her teasing, not allowing Hyejoo’s body to settle into the intense stimulations on her clit and pulling the toy back just as she was gaining momentum. You didn’t let her throat stay empty for long, plunging back and hitting the back of it with one smooth stroke and making her choke on it which only served to let juices drip down her thighs.

“She’s so wet, daddy,” Yerim said, enjoying the fact that she was driving Hyejoo insane with need a little too much. Were your shaft not buried down her warm throat she no doubt would be doing nothing but whining and complaining.

“I think she’s had enough. Make her cum, baby.”

“Of course, daddy. I’d love to!”

Yerim upped the intensity of the vibrator as high as it would go, the loud vibrations being drowned out as she slipped inside Hyejoo’s needy pussy, making her back arch high as she began thrusting it inside her body.

“Cum whenever you need, baby,” you said, timing your thrusts with Yerim, causing Hyejoo’s full heavy breasts to bounce hypnotically. Hyejoo had never felt so full, two of her holes being pumped into carelessly as she became a squirming mess. Opposite sides of her body were being used, something that she wasn’t used to as loud muffled moans escaped as the fire in her abdomen began to light up.

“Cum for us you little slut,” Yerim said, using the toy to hit her sweet spot with ease repeatedly, juices pouring out of her cunt and coating the outsides of it.

Hyejoo felt completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, her pussy pulsating around the vibrating toy jammed in her cunt, dripping her natural juices over every surface. With you and Yerim doing a number on her Hyejoo couldn’t take anymore, toes curling into the mattress as she came, unable to properly voice her pleasure as she melted into the bedsheets.

You were the first to withdraw from Hyejoo’s quivering body, leaving her gasping for air as Yerim kept her pussy filled, juices flooding out onto the bed.

“F-fuck!” Hyejoo cried out, able to speak for the first time in several minutes, while Yerim dropped down the speed of the toy that had just given her the most intense orgasm she had in a while, moving it out of her and lightly pressing it on her swollen clit.

“P-please stop, ah, f-fuck, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, and Yerim complied right away but not without a handful of slaps on her sensitive pussy as her thighs closed shut.

“Now clean up the mess you made, Hye,” you said. Yerim handed her the drenched toy as Hyejoo sat up, her delicious breasts still heaving as she took the toy into her mouth, wrapping her tongue and lips around it and tasting her succulent juices on it until they were replaced with her saliva.

“Fuck, I’m delicious,” Hyejoo said, tossing the used toy aside as her confidence caused a trio of laughter and smiles.

“What’s next, daddy?” Yerim asked eagerly. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with these two beautiful women. All three willing participants had an orgasm each and you were insatiable for more.

Your only regret was you couldn’t fuck both of these drop dead gorgeous women at the same time, at least not in a traditional way. No doubt you were as hungry to fuck each of them as they were hungry to be fucked, but you didn’t want to dive straight into the main course, wanting to give yourself a little appetizer first.

“Come over here please,” you ordered, an idea forming in your head.

“Yes, daddy,” they said together in perfect unison, laughing as they gathered themselves off the bed, lining up side by side for you.

You closed the distance until their perfect bodies were inches away from you, scanning up and down their curves as they both instinctively reached for your cock, Yerim working your shaft while Hyejoo fondled your balls.

“Daddy is always so hard,” Yerim said, running her soft hand over your length, looking into your eyes.

“And his balls are so full. We need to drain them again, daddy,” Hyejoo said.

“You’ll have your chance,“ you said, smirking devilish and enjoying the double pleasure they were giving you, moaning softly as their delicate hands pleasured you.

It was impossible to keep your attention on just one of them, darting your eyes back and forth as your eyes feast on their sculpted nude bodies. Using the tip of your middle finger you ran it up Yerim’s slit, collecting her slick on it. Your hands were drawn to her deliciously wide hips as you grabbed them and spun her around, facing her away from you and slapped your throbbing shaft on her soft thighs, feeling the juices that had leaked on her warm flesh.

“I love your body so much,” you said, sliding into the gap of Yerim’s full thighs as her legs closed and squeezed your shaft, causing a collective moan as your cock was trapped by heavenly warm flesh.

Yerim’s thighs were slightly smaller than Hyejoo’s, but no less pleasurable as they still had no problem making you climax between them several times. You kept your hands on Yerim’s hips, keeping a slow pace to savor every thrust in between her amazing thighs as your shaft rubbed against her drenched pussy lips, nudging against her swollen clit.

“That feels so good, daddy…”

Hyejoo watched intently as you slipped in and out of Yerim’s thighs, feeling the pangs of jealousy.

“What about me, daddy? Don’t you want to fuck my thighs too?”

“Be patient, baby. You’ll get your turn soon,” you said as Hyejoo did her best not to whine, resting a hand on your shoulder as she kissed your neck.

Your pace was deliberately slow, thrusting in between slick flesh as Yerim’s thighs suffocated your shaft as you pumped in between them, rocking your hips in a rhythm and filling the gap with your flesh.

Hyejoo hated being left out and dropped to her knees. You couldn’t see what she was doing, but at the end of your thrusts she sucked your tip as it surfaced out of Yerim’s thighs, adding to your pleasure.

The additional stimulation made your pace quicken, eager to feel Hyejoo’s awaiting mouth at the end of your thrusts, the combination of flesh and lips around your cock driving you insane. It took considerable willpower to not move full speed in between Yerim’s thighs, you felt you could explode at any moment.

It was with much regret that you slipped out from the comfort of Yerim’s thighs, but you took solace that you weren’t going to be left without flesh hugging your cock for that long.

“F-fuck…” Yerim whined, her slick dripping her thighs as her body was left painfully empty and unsatisfied.

Hyejoo became the focus of your attention as she entered the view, your eyes immediately drawn to those immaculate full thighs of hers that were so goddamn perfect. The night was just getting started as you grabbed Hyejoo’s body, giving her ass a hard slap as you spun around with more energy and she gasped at your forcefulness.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy,” Hyejoo pleaded as you caressed her wide hips, her pristine skin pillowy soft and warm to the touch.

Just like before your shaft found its way in between wonderful thick thighs as they squeezed and trapped you, suffocating your cock with delicious soft flesh. The wetness you felt was more prominent as your cock was snuggled between the thighs of a goddess, pumping in between them and experiencing unforgettable pleasure you felt throughout your entire body.

“D-daddy...does that feel good?” she asked, a question that needed no answer as your tip nudged against her wet pussy lips. Your pace was considerably faster, hips moving with, digging your fingertips into Hyejoo’s creamy skin as you groaned with every thrust, her plentiful juices lubricating your frantic movements.

“You like my thighs more don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, but you were too focused on the way her thighs made your cock feel, fucking her warm flesh without a care in the world.

Yerim didn’t let her answer either, watching the action unfold as her hands grabbed Hyejoo’s breasts, giving them a squeeze and bit her swollen nipples, making her whine as you continued fucking her warm thighs, feeling more of her juices coating your cock.

You never wanted to leave Hyejoo’s thighs, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer, leaving precum on her flesh as you withdrew an inch at a time until you left her body, throbbing freely. Both women turned around to meet your gaze, lust and desire filled their eyes as they awaited what was next.

“Will you fuck us now, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, both women approaching closer as you brought a hand between each of their thighs, feeling how drenched each was.

“Fuck me first, daddy!” Yerim said, pressing her lips against yours as you rubbed her wet lips, feeling her moaning into your mouth.

“Don’t be selfish. I’m older,” Hyejoo said, as you switched your hands from Yerim’s body to hers, roaming her beautiful skin as you bit on her bottom lip, using your fingers to spread open her pink pussy lips and played with her clit.

“Only by a few months!” Yerim protested, lips forming a pout.

“You’ll fuck me first won’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, her breath hitching as you slipped a finger inside her cunt, her thighs closing around your hand.

“I can’t decide. You should take turns riding my cock,” you said, creating a compromise.

“Yay!” Yerim cheered, smiling brightly. Hyejoo’s expression was muted as always.

“Fine,” Hyejoo said, sounding defeated. “But I get to go first.”

“Lay on the bed, daddy,” Hyejoo ordered, playfully pushing your chest so you fell backward onto the mattress, your feet resting on the edge. She climbed the bed and pounced on you, not wasting time in straddling you and squeezed your hips with her deadly thighs, lips embracing you in a deep lustful kiss.

"I want this inside me," Hyejoo said, lifting her body up with her feet placed flat on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. You had the perfect view of her wet pussy as she slowly stroked your cock, aiming it at her center of pleasure and rubbing it between her slick-filled pussy, the heat radiating to draw you in.

“Then ride my fucking cock, Hye.”

Your cock had been in several places already - between Hyejoo’s breasts and her warm mouth and two sets of incredible thighs, but it was about to be in your favorite place, Hyejoo’s incredibly tight pussy and you couldn’t wait.

Hyejoo couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you as she slowly lowered onto your shaft, still stroking you and trying to ease herself into her walls being parted, moving her hips up and down little by little.

“Just relax and let us do all the work, daddy.”

Hyejoo braced herself by resting her palms on your chest, sinking down onto every inch of your throbbing shaft until she was impaled to the hilt, enveloping your shaft with warmth and wetness as she adjusted to being filled with so much flesh.

“Daddy...you feel so good inside me already,” Hyejoo whimpered, preparing both of you for the intense pleasure that was about to happen, the warm flesh of her pussy gripping you tightly and refusing to let go.

“Be a good girl and ride me, baby,” you said, giving her plump ass an encouraging slap.

“Yes, daddy,” Hyejoo said and bit her lip, letting her hips do the rest of the talking as she began bouncing on your cock at a gingerly pace, stretching herself out and spreading her juices on your shaft.

“You’re so tight and wet for me baby. Did I do this to you?” you asked, watching the lust in her eyes as her mouth stayed agape, breathless moans escaping as she picked up speed, her breasts bouncing perfectly with every movement of her hips.

“Y-yes, daddy, f-fuck. I love the way your cock stretches me out.”

The pleasure you felt was so deep and intense you had lost yourself in it as Hyejoo’s bouncing breasts hypnotized you. Were there not a soft moan to your right you had almost forgotten that there was someone else in the room enjoying the show.

“I want a turn, daddy,” Yerim said. She had positioned herself next to you, kneeling on the mattress with a hand between her thighs, touching herself lazily as her thighs slick dripping down them as the action grew too hot and heavy to stay idle.

“Hop on this dick then,” you said, Hyejoo frowning as she lifted herself off, resting her head on your chest. Yerim grabbed your cock coated with Hyejoo’s essence, not wasting time in slamming her heat onto it, letting every inch enter her needy tight cunt.

“Oh my god, daddy,” she moaned, mirroring Hyejoo as her small hands were placed on your chest as her plump ass began bouncing on your crotch, taking every inch with ease.

“Whoever lasts the longest gets to choose where he cums!” Hyejoo said, as Yerim began using her powerful hips, your shaft now coated with the juices of two women, forming a delectable cocktail of pleasure.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be me, daddy!” Yerim said proudly, taking your shaft into her body with her eyes half-lidded.

“You like my pussy better don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo whispered into your ear, nibbling on it playfully as Yerim bounced on your cock with an unlimited amount of energy, moaning freely. You didn’t answer such an impossible question, yet you find yourself at the wrath of one of them.

“Daddy’s cock feels amazing,” Yerim said, letting her eyes close shut as pleasure shot up her spine, shooting her head back as her thick thighs crashed against yours, finding a rhythm to ride your cock with.

“Your pussy feels really good when you’re this wet, Yerim,” you said, Yerim moaning in response as her walls squeezed and held your cock inside her, desperate to never let you go.

Yerim wasn’t blessed with the chest Hyejoo had, but her perky breasts were still full enough to bounce as she settled into a rhythm she liked, greedily holding onto your chest as she gave herself pleasure.

“My turn. Don’t be so selfish you slut,” Hyejoo said, just you and Yerim were getting used to each other's bodies, The time spent inside her painfully short.

The two lustful women cooperated for the most part, sharing your cock and letting you feel all the differences in their bodies as they swapped back and forth every few minutes. Hyejoo was tighter but not by much, whereas Yerim was much wetter, both of their flesh equally warm and suffocating around your shaft and you regretted the loss of sensations each time they switched.

Yerim’s turn came around again as their combined juices drenched your shaft, making it painlessly easy to take you inside, and you knew they both had to be tethering on the edge.

“Turn around for me, baby,” you told Yerim, knowing she was liable to climax first and you wanted to see that perfect round ass of hers as she did so. She obliged without a word, letting your shaft disappear in between her juicy cheeks and held onto your thighs, bouncing her delicious ass on your crotch as she neared what was inevitable.

“I love your cock so much, daddy,” Yerim moaned, and you rewarded her with multiple slaps on both of her bouncing bare cheeks, watching as they jiggled as your palm met soft flesh that began forming sweat on her beautiful pale skin.

“F-fuck, I love when you spank me, daddy,” Yerim said, bouncing even harder on your cock, whimpering and whining as you gave repeated smacks to her delectable backside until you could see handprints on each side.

“Are you enjoying my tight little pussy, daddy?” Yerim asked, as you gave her tender flesh a reprieve, grabbing a handful of flesh with one hand as she rode your cock hastily, spiraling towards climax.

“Of course, baby. You ride me so well. Are you close?”

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m almost there,” Yerim said, gasping in between syllables and moaning breathlessly. You allowed her to do all the work as she tucked her feet around your waist, bouncing her ass on your crotch carelessly and kept her hands on your thighs for leverage.

“She has a really nice ass, daddy,” Hyejoo said directly into your ears, the two of you watching Yerim mindlessly ride your cock, desperately chasing her release.

“You should shove your cock in it next time.”

Just the thought of that made your shaft throb wildly inside Yerim, who had given up all hope of finishing second, chasing that fire in her stomach that grew by the second. Her walls pulsated and released your shaft, juices slicking up every inch of your flesh buried inside as she was just right at the finish line.

“Cum on my cock, Yerim,” you ordered, giving one more smack across her tender flesh that made her juices leak out of her cunt, signaling she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“O-oh, fuck d-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Right on cue Yerim’s climax hit like lightning, and while she was the only one who achieved it, the three of you shared in the experience, the waves of pleasure washing over her body as her toes curled behind her, her pussy clamping down on your shaft so tightly it almost hurt to stay inside her.

Yerim’s stalled breathing could be heard around the room as she gasped for air, sweat dripping down her beautiful back as she slowly gyrated her hips, riding out her orgasm as she tried recovering as best as she could.

“Good girl,” you said, caressing her sweaty body until she had finished every second of bliss as she dismounted your cock, collapsing on the opposite side of Hyejoo, leaving your shaft free for her use.

“That means I get to make daddy cum,” Hyejoo boasted proudly, taking up her former position and desperate to take you inside her again. In no time flat you were met with her warmth as she sheathed you inside her, no longer needing time to adjust to your length as she went wild.

“I missed the way your cock fills me, daddy,” Hyejoo said as your hands roamed her tight body, running your hands alongside all the bare skin you could find before stopping at her perfect round breasts, wanting to keep them in your hands for an eternity.

Staring into each other’s eyes lustful gazes met as you both sought an equal amount of bliss, wanting to take in as much of this final round.

Hyejoo increased her pace until she was riding you as hard as her body would let her, the bed creaking underneath your naked bodies as if objecting to every movement. The harshness in her hips grew, slamming herself down on your cock as you became an idle participant, letting her do the work.

Hyejoo’s wetness surrounded your crotch, growing by the second. The sheets were soaked underneath as you kept your hands filled with Hyejoo’s big tits, squeezing as much flesh that fit into your hands and giving each an echoing slap that mirrored the earlier slaps on Yerim’s fit rear.

“F-fuck yes, daddy, slap those tits,” Hyejoo begged, her pussy clenching in reaction, her tight walls so soaking wet they threatened to push you out of her.

You obliged her request, slapping each of her tits repeatedly, focusing on one before moving to the next, only giving brief moments of respite to pinch her sensitive nipples before repeating the action, each slap drew her closer to climax.

“I’m so close, daddy,” Hyejoo said, gasping between words as she endlessly rode your cock, bracing herself on your chest as her nails dug into your skin. You could hear it in her shallowed breathing how close she was, and you weren’t far off as her cunt continuously squeezed the life out of your shaft, trying to urge your climax as well.

You could feel all the energy being slowly zapped out of your body with every bounce of Hyejoo’s plump ass, the wet smack of hot flesh on flesh as you rested into the sheets with your hands on her wide hips, watching the erotic expression plastered on her features as her breasts bounced and bounced as she used the remaining strength in her powerful thighs.

“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m cumming!” Hyejoo cried out, gyrating her hips as fast they would move. Her body moved furiously as she used you for her pleasure, bouncing harshly on your cock in a way that she cared little for anything but chasing her release.

You stared into Hyejoo's gorgeous eyes, watching the lust and desire in them as she hit her peak. Her toes curled into the sheets stained with a trio of fluids as she came hard on your shaft, controlled her body shaking in your arms as she became a puddle of pleasure.

Hyejoo could barely keep her eyes open as her climax tore through her body, feeling the weight of exhaustion as her panting and gasping grew uninterrupted, her breasts heaving deliciously.

“I can feel you throbbing so much. Aren’t you going to cum, daddy?” she asked tiredly, trying to catch a breath. You were so focused on Hyejoo’s orgasm that you briefly stalled your climax, wanting her to have hers that your own snuck up on you, dangerously close.

“Yes, baby. I’m really close,” you responded as Hyejoo’s beautiful tired eyes lit up in excitement. There were too many places you wanted to finish, and the aching tightness in your abdomen wasn’t going to let you take your time in choosing one.

“Hyejoo...fuck. I want to cum in your mouth. Finish me off.”

“Yes, daddy,” she obediently said, lifting her body off your shaft and eagerly kneeled between your crotch. One of your favorite things about Hyejoo was she loved swallowing, even more than Yerim did.

“Blow it all in my mouth, daddy,” Hyejoo said as her sultry lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Her juices liberally coated your shaft as she tasted herself and bobbed her head up and down furiously, working magic in between your legs she kept her eyes glued on you.

Hyejoo had an insatiable hunger in her eyes as she slurped on every inch of your shaft, and it was regretful that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy her loud sloppy blowjob for that long as you were on the brink of orgasm. You hadn’t even made it half a minute through intense Hyejoo’s oral assault as she squeezed your balls, setting off your climax like the start of a fireworks show.

“Hyejoo, I’m cumming!” you said as you grabbed the back of Hyejoo’s head and pushed her all the way down your base, throbbing wildly as you erupted. You moaned loudly and sent several shots of semen down into her inviting mouth, coating her throat with each thick spurt and thrusting your hips to make sure your cock was buried into her mouth as you were emptied.

Hyejoo was nothing but happy to receive your load, smiling through a mouth full of cock as you filled her pretty mouth with cum. Your pulsating shaft emptied down her throat as you kept her lips firmly pressed up against your crotch, her nose resting against your stomach as she drained every drop out of you.

Your grip on her head weakened as your orgasm ran its course, making sure nothing spilled out of her mouth as you held her against your base until you could hardly move.

Hyejoo opened her mouth filled with your creamy present she had just been given, swirling it around her pink tongue several times.

“Don’t swallow it all, baby. Be a good girl and share. “

She did her best to frown with her mouth full of cum, beckoning Yerim to approach her position who did so without hesitation. Hyejoo aggressively pulled her in for a kiss, their lips smacking loudly as she deposited her share into Yerim’s mouth, swapping your creamy liquid with their wet tongues until they each had taken enough to satisfy them.

You watched with fatigue setting in, forcing your eyes open as they simultaneously tilted their head back, swallowing your cum with one big gulp and opening their mouths, letting you see the emptiness inside as they tasted such a delicacy.

“Delicious!” They both said at the same time, giggling together as Hyejoo leaned in for one more kiss as they used their tongues and lips to clean off your depleted shaft, making you shiver with sensitivity.

“Thank you, daddy,” Hyejoo said, kissing your sensitive tip as Yerim followed, back and forth they planted their soft lips all over until you couldn’t take any more contact on your shaft.

The bed became a mess of tangled limbs and a mixture of gasps and pants as you collapsed flat on your back, sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies as you had one girl on either side of you.

“Do you still have anything left, daddy?” Yerim asked, flashing a mischievous smile as she traced your chest with her finger.

“You want another round already? Insatiable little slut,” Hyejoo teased as Yerim couldn’t help herself, feeling her cheeks reddening.

“Give me five minutes,” you said, still trying to catch your breath and gasping loudly, wondering how you had lucked out to find yourself in such a situation.

“My shower will fit all three of us, go started without me. I won’t mind.”

“Okay, daddy!” Yerim said as the comforting weight of their sweaty bodies was lifted off yours. You craned your neck to watch the duo of curvaceous women heading towards the bathroom as their deadly hips swayed in tandem, and just the thought of their tight bodies lathered in soap sent blood racing towards your loins.

You had no complaints about these insatiable women wanting to drain you until you had nothing left as you heard the hot water turning on as the steam slowly poured out of your large bathroom.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[arrivalatdawn]

Warmth

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip, Heejin, Hyunjin, Choerry & Hyejoo x Male Reader

9504 words

categories: smut, oral, threesome, daddy kink

“B-Baby… slow down… oh, fuck!”

Colder temperatures and the first signs of snowfall on the ground could mean one thing - the end of the year and beginning of the holidays. Various colored lights and festive decorations filled the now barren streets. People are choosing to go out less and favor staying at home, spending time with loved ones and getting into the holiday spirit. You chose to partake in such events every year; albeit in a different way than most. While many sipped on toasty warm mugs of hot chocolate or gathered together near the fireplace and played a traditional Christmas movie, your method for intimate body heat was to be buried inside a woman.

Your partner for this was none other than Son Hyejoo, who called you over with just two simple words: “I’m horny.”

And so this is how you were now in the particular situation you were in on a fine Christmas, fucking a beautiful woman while she lets out a long, steady stream of moans. From the first penetration of the evening, Hyejoo wasted no time and spread her legs wantonly, inviting you between them.

Her walls were soft and wet but more importantly, warm. Hyejoo’s triangle upper lip puckered in satisfaction as she closed her eyes and savored the pure pleasure to wash over her entire body. It doesn’t take long for her to settle into a steady rhythm, as she grinds her pussy forwards and backwards against your crotch. Her bed slowly began to creak along to the both of you.

Son Hyejoo loved your cock almost as much as you loved her body. She lowers herself and sticks out her tongue, swiping across your lips in one fluid motion. She gives you a deep kiss while her lower body works itself thoroughly on your cock. She smiles through the kisses as you run your hands through the delicately soft skin of her thighs before your hands rest on her hips. Hyejoo breaks the kiss with a quick peck, straightening her back as she plants her palms firmly on your chest. Her moans filled the room with the sounds of a woman being satisfied, each rocking of her curvaceous body allowing a part of her to jiggle hypnotically. As she began to raise her hips in order to bounce on your cock, she instinctively tightened her vaginal muscles around your cock, wrapping it in what you loved to describe as warm, wet silk.

As she brushed her hair back with one hand, you admired her body rocking back and forth on top of you. The sight of her creamy white skin, her beautiful shoulders that she rarely showed outside of the bedroom, and her large, bouncing breasts as they jiggle from her riding your cock.

“Oppa… fuck, you feel so good inside me.” Hyejoo said as she continued fucking you to her heart’s content. While you and her both wanted her to be fully naked, you told her to keep her Christmas dress on, wanting the festive mood to fill the bedroom as well.

Your hands wandered their way to Hyejoo’s ass. A slight gasp escaped her lips as you gave each cheek a firm squeeze. Her nails sunk into your chest as she increased the speed at which she was riding you. The two of you interlock your fingers together as she raises her hips and gives you the wonderful sight of seeing the base of your shaft enter and exit her tight body.

“F-Fuck me from behind, oppa.” Hyejoo said several minutes later. You raised your hips and gave her one final deep, hard thrust before regretfully withdrawing your cock from her extremely tight pussy that seemingly refused to let you go. She moaned as inch by inch of your shaft left her body, exposing to you both the shining, glistening look thanks to her juices lubricating it. Hyejoo then got on her knees and planted her palms firmly on the mattress, wiggling her cute butt for you. You part her legs slightly, briefly stimulating her clit before positioning yourself behind her and sinking once more into her wet, inviting pussy.

The two of you moaned simultaneously as Hyejoo threw her head back, her beautiful shiny black hair hitting you in the face softly as she revels in the pleasure of being penetrated once more. And while her pussy still provided that warm, wet velvety silk feeling, it differed in this new position in that she was even tighter.

You held onto Hyejoo’s wide hips and begin fucking her.

“Oh fuck… oppa. Fuck, just like that. Fuck me, hard. Fuck my slutty pussy!” Hyejoo’s incessant words were like music to your ears as it didn’t take you very long to establish a rhythm you were both comfortable with. You did want to pound her hard like she wanted, but chose to savor the feeling of being inside her after so long. It seemed she did not share your same sentiments - repeatedly clenching her vaginal muscles against your cock and pushing her pillowy soft ass onto your lower body.

Hyejoo grips onto the bed sheets as she bites her own tongue from the pleasure coursing throughout her body. Her eyes are unable to remain open, fluttering shut as her eyes roll to the back of her head. You loved the feeling of being inside Hyejoo - and thankfully for you, she felt the same. While the bed and her body are being rocked back and forth, you give her plump ass a firm spank.

“O-Oh! Oppa… fuck, slap my ass harder.”

Never one to deny a woman such a request you do so, squeezing her other cheek before smacking it squarely with your palm. Not enough for it to hurt, just right that it stung a little.

“I-I love it when you fuck my pussy like this, oppa.” Hyejoo mustered the strength to spit out, your thrusts causing her to gasp a large breath of air as her body rocked back and forth. “I love feeling all of you.”

You let go of Hyejoo’s hips, slowing your thrusts temporarily as you grabbed onto her arms and held them. Another set of moans and screams were what you were met with as her upper body was now being supported by you. This caused her pussy to be even tighter and wetter around your cock, providing a wonderful feeling.

“Keep fucking me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until you fill my pussy up good!” Hyejoo screamed as the two of you began to form a thin layer of sweat on your bodies. While you shared her same sentiments of wanting to finish inside her, you began to slow your thrusts down. Hyejoo noticed this, turning her head to glare at you until you slowed down just enough to retreat your cock quickly out of her body. She whined once she felt you were no longer inside her, frustration evident in her tone as she returned back to her original position. While she tried to reach back and find your cock, she turned around and saw you were already on your back.

“I want you to ride me until you cum again.”

She quickly straddled your hips as you were met with her seductive gaze. Removing her dress and tossing it aside, Hyejoo’s eyes were clouded with lust and desire, the act of fucking her from behind that was ended abruptly added another layer of pleasure to the situation. She smacked the tip of your cock against her splayed lips several times before easing her body back down onto you. The look in her eyes along with how her pussy felt against your shaft meant she was not going to be denied achieving bliss no matter what.

Hyejoo’s hips moved forward and backwards and side to side all at once, a testament to the amount of times she has had practice using your body. It seems as though she has little care for your comfort - wanting to satisfy her own needs first. Her breasts bounced as she rode you, hypnotizing you in such a way that they were the only things you could see in that moment. You gave the soft flesh the very same firm squeeze you did on her ass. Each was warm, a cloudlike feeling that you loved to use as a pillow. Using your thumb and index finger, you pinched each of them, rubbing them with your fingertips as they began to stiffen up. Once you were satisfied, you released both before slapping her tits loudly. The erotic act turned Hyejoo on even more, as her walls clenched on your cock and juices coating your shaft.

“O-Oppa… I’m gonna cum soon.” Hyejoo said as she continued riding you. “I’m going to cum on your dick, oh fuck!” her voice growing softer with each passing word.

“M-Me too.” you said, slapping her tits once more.

With an ear-deafening scream, Hyejoo finally reaches her orgasm. It overtakes her entire body - she throws her head back as her body tightens up and releases the flood of juices that coats your cock once more. Hyejoo’s cheeks turn a rosy tint of pink as her nails dig into your chest once more. Your hands squeeze her breasts as she rocks her body back and forth to ride out her pleasure-filled high. She pants heavily, tossing her hair back as she finally gives you a satisfied smile. Your cock still inside her, Hyejoo leans down and kisses you once more. They were sweet, full of affection and trust. You both smiled through it, as you nibble on her lower lip gently.

“Oppa, you still haven’t cum yet.” Hyejoo said softly.

You kissed her once more and pressed your forehead against hers. She was absolutely glowing, confidence and beauty radiating from her busty body. She rubbed her thumb across your cheek gently, silently asking what was next. As you looked down, Hyejoo followed your eyesight. Pointing at her lips, you nodded. She laughed softly, giving you another kiss before dismounting your body. Tenderly lifting her body off your cock, you saw her pussy glistening as the final few drops of her juices stained your thighs until the two of you were no longer connected.

She crawls in between your legs and wraps her delicate fingers around the base of your shaft. Sticking her tongue out, she licks the slit of your head before sucking on it slightly, tasting her own juices.

“I taste pretty sweet.” she said, smacking her lips while making soft popping sounds. The two of you laughed as she finally took you inside her mouth. The wet, hollow feeling was incredible. You held onto both sides of her head as she bobbed up and down your cock, letting you feel your tip hit the back of her throat before releasing it.

“Hyejoo… I’m going to cum.” you announced, unable to prolong the pleasure much longer. Her small hand strokes your shaft quickly, the friction providing a warm feeling as she spreads her saliva all over you.

It doesn’t take very long for you to finally erupt. You felt your cum flowing from your balls, as Hyejoo grabs the head of your cock and points it at her chest. A long stream of thick, hot semen escapes your tip and hits her soft skin. The next few ropes continued to paint her breasts as your hips bucked upwards. The force of your orgasm was so strong, your eyes closed shut as you threw your head back and waited for it to finish. No other thoughts occupied your mind as Hyejoo’s tight grip caused your shaft to pulse in her hand.

Hyejoo stroked you several more times, making sure every last drop was released from your cock. Using two fingertips, she traced a small sample of your cum and put it in her mouth. A loud, satisfied hum was released afterwards. While you began the process of recovering from your orgasm, Hyejoo rubbed your cum on her skin, her tits glistening from you painting them. She gives the tip of your cock a deep kiss before joining you as she cuddles in your embrace. She rests her head on your bicep as she wraps her arm across your chest and back. You brought her closer to you, lowering your face slightly and planting a kiss on her lips.

“That was fun.” you said.

“Merry Christmas, oppa.” Hyejoo replied, smacking her lips against yours as she nuzzled into your chest and drowsiness caused the two of you to sink into the mattress’ soft comfort.

--

If there was one thing you hated, it was being disturbed in the middle of the night. Son Hyejoo kept a tight hold on your body as you were awakened to the faint sound of your phone making a bird chirping noise. You unsuccessfully reached for your phone on her nightstand in the dark. On the fourth try, you finally reach it. Squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the light, you find the culprit responsible for interrupting your sleep.

Choi Yerim (1m ago): Daddy!

Choi Yerim (1m ago): I’m horny… are you done fucking Son Hyejoo yet?

Choi Yerim (now): Daddy! Come over now! I want to get fucked, pleaseee!

You let out a deep sigh. Someone who felt like a little sister and a fully grown woman at the same time. Along with Hyejoo, the two of you hit it off rather quickly. You shared mutual interests, including those that were bedroom related. She made her intentions clear from the very beginning, taking a page out of Hyejoo’s playbook and wore ridiculously short shorts that showed off her thick thighs or wearing leggings that instinctively caused you to smack her ass.

Within less than a hour upon first meeting each other, you found yourself having sex with Yerim in the fitting room of a department store. Unsuccessfully remaining quiet, the two of you dressed and left the store quickly, giggling the entire time. And while you told her it was okay for you to be designated as a favorite in her contacts, you slightly regretted saying that as you were quite exhausted from indulging Hyejoo’s body.

“Mmhm, oppa?” you turned to your side and saw Hyejoo squinting her eyes as well, rubbing them slightly as she kisses your chest and stares up at the bright light emanating from your phone screen. “Who is it?”

Hyejoo’s huskier, sleep-filled voice caused you to smile as you pulled her closer into her embrace and kissed the top of her head. She traced circles on your chest, giggling as you felt her draw your name followed by a heart.

“It seems Choi Yerim is quite horny.”

“Pfft. I called you first! That’s not fair. Today was supposed to be our day.” Hyejoo said. She reached down under the covers and softly began stroking you. You adjusted your breaths as the two of you felt your cock hardening in her grasp.

“S-Should I just tell her no, then?” you asked, silently wishing Hyejoo would be okay with it. She placed a finger on her temple, as if in deep thought processing what you just asked. At the same time, she stroked your shaft a bit faster and ran her thumb across your now leaking slit. “No…” she finally replied. “It’s the holidays, she should be satisfied too. Even if she is a needy slut with daddy issues.”

“What’s with the sudden kindness?” you said, placing your finger under her chin and raising her head slightly for a kiss. “You’ve never been one to share.”

Hyejoo’s free hand hits your chest softly. “Are you insinuating I’m not nice?” she said, pretending to be shocked. “I have no right to complain, anyways. As much as I want to have you all for myself, I’m not your girlfriend. I don’t want to be controlling, either.” The two of you kiss each other once more, a bit longer this time.

“But in return… I expect to have New Year’s Eve and the New Year with you. I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss at midnight before.”

“Why do I have the feeling we’ll be doing more than just kissing leading up to the new year?” you asked, rubbing her cheek and pecking her lips.

She returns the quick peck before climbing on top of you. Still holding onto your cock, she lines the tip of it with her entrance before lowering her hips onto you.

“You don’t have to be at Yerim’s right away… right?” she said, as the two of you moaned from your cock entering her moist cavern once more.

--

Despite Hyejoo’s incessant efforts to go another round, you left her apartment thirty minutes later. Sleep deprived and your stamina depleted, you managed to somehow drive to Yerim’s in a relatively quick manner. Texting her you were outside her door, the jingle of it being unlocked revealed a feisty hand pulling you by the shirt quickly.

Yerim wasted no time with formalities, instantly crashing her lips against yours as she began removing your shirt and pants. Each kiss was sinful, full of passionate desire as you tasted the faintest hint of cherry lip gloss. Like Hyejoo, Yerim also wore a Christmas inspired dress. The soft velvety material of it felt comforting and smooth on your hands as she wrapped her arms around your waist. While her shoulders were already exposed, you lowered the dress slightly and began to kiss her beautiful skin, sucking on it slightly as Yerim’s moans filled your ears. She returned the favor by grabbing onto the waistline of your boxer briefs and pulled them down, revealing your erection to the cool air circulating the living room. You continued kissing her wonderful shoulders, starting a trail from them until you reached her neck.

“Oh fuck… daddy…” Yerim moaned. You were never one for pet names that often, but hearing only Yerim call you that turned you more than you would like to admit. While you continued to suck on her neck and left small marks on it, Yerim started stroking your cock. Her slightly cold hand contrasts your warm shaft and the sensation provides a wonderful feeling while more and more of her skin is exposed to you as Yerim lets her sexy Christmas outfit fall down her body and form a pool of velvet around her ankles. Sharing another similarity with Hyejoo, while neither were exactly tall, they both had long creamy legs that were complimented by thick sculpted thighs and the cutest round curvature of their bottoms you’ve ever seen. You have spent an unhealthy amount of time buried between their legs - whether it be having oral or vaginal sex with them.

You grabbed onto Yerim’s wide hips and turned her around. With the two of you now fully naked, you pushed her soft ass against your lower crotch and felt her juices begin to leak down onto her thighs. They were soft, yet gave off a healthy vibe, one of the many things you loved about Yerim. You grab onto your shaft and rub it against the outside of her pussy lips, causing Yerim to moan and you to get lubricated. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath as you rubbed the length of your cock against her inner thighs. They were wide, thick but most importantly - warm. The result of hundreds of hours at the gym with Hyejoo, she and Yerim also both began doing Pilates courses, something you made a mental note of who to thank for allowing you to be between such luscious thighs on a regular basis.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy.” Yerim moaned as you began to do so. Your cock was nuzzled comfortably in between the small gap of her legs as the natural wetness dribbling out of her stained her thighs and your shaft. This allowed you to gradually begin to increase the pace. Yerim loved everything you did, which made having sex with her more intimate and fun. The two of you echoed each other, your moans rising in volume as you found a comfortable rhythm with which to slide your cock between her cream thighs. They jiggled with each thrust, the tip of your cock grazing her labia while you felt your balls being rocked back and forth.

“Daddy��� that feels so good.” Yerim whined as the two of you savored the pleasure your bodies were giving each other. She tilts her head slightly, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as the all too familiar expression of desire and lust are written all over her facial features. She captured your lips, allowing you to savor the sweet taste of them. Although your mouth was currently occupied with Yerim’s, your lower body showed no signs of slowing down. You continued thrusting in between her thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from her outside lips.

“D-Daddy… I want you to fuck my face. Can you facefuck me, please?” Yerim said a few minutes later, breaking the kiss and pleading with her large, beautiful eyes. You were absorbed by the deep, rich brown pools of lust-filled desire. They left you helpless, unable to speak as you gave her a simple nod. The two of you kiss each other once more until you take her by surprise and sweep her off her feet, bringing you both into Yerim’s bedroom.

Despite her best efforts to keep her arms embracing your neck, you toss her onto the bed playfully. She giggled in response, her eyes looking up at you in anticipation. She grabs a hair tie from her slim sexy wrist and makes a show of tying up her beautiful brown hair, forming a messy bun. Yerim gets on her stomach and brings the upper part of her body onto the edge of the bed. She gives the tip of your cock a firm kiss, smiling in delight as she sees it beginning to leak out precum. Her eyes went into a crescent shape as she cutely stuck out her tongue for you. You grabbed the base of your shaft and slapped your tip on it, teasing her as she unsuccessfully tried to get her upper lip wrapped around it. You pulled on her bun, causing Yerim to jump slightly.

“Yerim’s going to make daddy feel really good, isn’t she?” you said. She nodded, her eyes pleading you to use her.

With one final slap of your tip on her tongue, you began to push your shaft inside her warm and wet mouth. You moaned as her lips formed an airtight seal around your throbbing cock. You held onto both sides of her head as Yerim began bobbing up and down the length of your shaft. Her throat showed little signs of struggle, as it was being stuffed with one of her favorite parts of your body. Her blowjobs were often sloppy as she knew you very much enjoyed them. Fucking her face proved to be no different - The movement of your hips perfectly synced with her head bobbing. She wanted to prove to herself, and to you - that she was able to swallow you whole. You felt the tip of your cock hitting her throat with each descent of her head. The audible gagging sounds and saliva being swished inside of her mouth added another layer of pleasure. Despite her best efforts, some of it started to leak out of her lips and flowed down onto your balls. She looked up at you and was happy to see your contorted face of satisfaction as you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

While Yerim was unable to speak due to having a mouthful of cock, you were relatively silent as well save for the sounds of your moans and Yerim’s saliva coating your shaft. With one hand still guiding her rhythm, you used the other one to caress her relatively soft ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. Yerim moved her tongue in a wavelike motion, as her throat sent vibrations you felt on your cock. The pressure building inside your body was beginning to grow. Normally, you would’ve been fine with cumming inside her mouth this way - but there was something else the both of you haven’t done before. You returned your grip onto both sides of her head and held her down, savoring the feeling of all of your cock inside her mouth before releasing her with a loud pop. Yerim’s mouth consumed a large gasp of air as she giggled and watched in delight as your cock was glistening from the thick pools of saliva, some of which connecting her mouth and your tip with several thin strands. Thinking you were only allowing her to catch her breath, she sunk her head lower and tried bringing you back into her mouth. Yerim was surprised when you held onto her head.

“Not just yet, Yerim. Daddy wants to try something different.”

Yerim is slightly confused as you hold onto her shoulders and flipped her over. You urge her to scoot her body forwards just a bit. Upon doing so, she finds her head is now on the edge of the bed, leaning downwards as she is now eye level with your balls.

“You trust daddy, right?”

She nodded, squeezing your sack. You held onto both of her cheeks and squished them together. This only left Yerim even more confused, as her lips formed what you would describe as a pink racetrack. Holding her face gently, you bring your cock into her inviting mouth once more. Having teased each other enough, you are a bit rougher with your thrusts this time. As she hollowed her cheeks and took more of you, you were now able to see how your cock looked like whenever it hit her throat. The faintest trace of your tip was outlined as you admired it appearing and disappearing. She continued playing with your balls in her hand, scratching its sensitive underside softly which caused your body to shudder in response. You know you aren’t able to hold out much longer, thrusting inside of her repeatedly. Yerim knows your orgasm has arrived when she feels your balls tighten as your shaft pulses. You hold onto both of her cheeks as you feel hot, thick semen release from your tip and coat her comfortable throat. You’re able to see and hear Yerim beginning to swallow your load as it flows downwards. Thrusting into her several more times for good measure, you release her mouth once more. She hums in satisfaction as she sticks her tongue out cutely and shows you she has swallowed it all.

Collapsing onto the bed, you struggled to catch your breath. Yerim really did a number on you. The cute, at times naive young woman straddles your lap. Her heartwarming smile and mischievous twinkle in her eyes inform you that she would not be satisfied with just oral sex. Rubbing her drenched lips against the length of your cock, she moans erotically until gripping you tightly and lowering her hips onto you.

“Oh, fuck…” you both moaned out.

Her painfully tight walls gradually began to adjust themselves around your cock. You run your hands up and down her thighs before planting them on her hips as she rocks her body back and forth. She grasps onto your shoulders and starts riding your cock.

--

A warm, relaxing shower was well deserved after several hours of stamina depleting sex. Water droplets formed all over your body as you soaked in the satisfying feeling of it. You grabbed what you assumed to be Yerim’s loofah and squeezed some of her fragrant body wash onto it, smirking as it released a terrible sound since the bottle was almost empty. Mixing it with water, you began to clean yourself off with it, humming a tune while raising your arms. The suds were easily washed away from the water falling from above. You were so absorbed by the shower you failed to notice that the door was opened. A barefooted person sneakily removed their clothing and tiptoed into the bathtub, joining you. Rubbing the body wash all over your chest and stomach, your body tensed up when you felt someone press themselves onto your back and a hand gripping your cock.

“So this is the dick Choi Yerim cannot stop talking about…”

The voice was unmistakable. Kim Jungeun. Yerim’s roommate of two years and someone you weren’t overly fond of. While the two of you were civil around each other, her aloof tone and tsundere personality were just some of the things you learned about her upon your first meeting. Despite showing zero interest in being friendly towards anyone besides Yerim, it was safe to say you were very afraid that she was now with you in the shower.

“J-Jungeun, what are you doing here?” you stuttered, unable to stifle your moan as she began stroking your cock. She ignored you, grabbing the loofah out of your hand and rubbing it across your length. It tingled and certainly wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but it was quickly replaced with pure pleasure as Jungeun applied the body wash all over you.

“I come home and hear Yerim screaming “fuck me harder, daddy!” repeatedly. Figured you two were busy playing a board game.” Jungeun said nonchalantly while she added a counterclockwise gripping technique on you. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savor the warm water and Jungeun’s hold on your shaft.

“Jungeun… that feels so good.” you moaned.

“Seriously? I barely stroked you and you’re already this hard? Disgusting.”

“If it’s so disgusting, why haven’t you let go?” you asked.

Jungeun was silent, unable to refute your claim. While she stopped stroking you, her hand was still firmly gripping your cock. Before you could turn around and see her, she resumed moving her small hand back and forth.

“I was curious. Wanted to see what exactly turned Yerim into a cockthirsty slut.”

Feeling a bit more bold, you reached behind you and found Jungeun’s butt, pushing her against your back.

“Maybe you should put it in your mouth to really see what turns her on.”

No sooner had the words been said did you grow to regret them. Jungeun immediately released her hold on you and slapped your face loudly, the noise reverberating across the walls of the bathroom. You were a bit startled while Jungeun remained unfazed.

“You touch my ass or any other part of me without permission again and I chop your dick off. Got it?”

You nodded. Jungeun slowly sank to her knees between your legs. Still in shock, she spread your thighs and was now staring at your hard cock.

“I’m giving you the chance to fuck my face. Use this opportunity now, because it certainly won’t happen again.”

Timidly holding onto both sides of her head and not being met with any opposition from Jungeun, you moved away from the water and watched as she sunk into your crotch. She began with short, shallow bobs in order to allow herself time to get used to you. With no objections from her you gradually increased your pace until you are soon rapidly forcing her head down. She maintains eye contact with you occasionally, while her throat provides a wet, satisfying pleasure. Unlike Yerim who basically trained herself to handle your cock, the sounds of Jungeun’s throat gagging increased in volume as you fucked her mouth roughly. Her hands gripped your thighs for support as spit splashed on her chin and cheeks, mixing with all the water droplets on your body. You tilted your head back as you continued to push her face into your crotch. Jungeun’s acrylic nails dug into your skin as you heard what you believed to be her moans with your cock filling her pretty mouth up. Despite being at odds with her, Jungeun was undeniably beautiful. You pushed her head all the way down your base, only letting her go after she began tapping on your thighs. Her mouth released its hold on your cock with another loud pop, allowing you to admire the mess her face has become. Her hair began clinging to her forehead from the water as the lower half of her face is covered in her saliva.

Jungeun gives you a smile that is anything but sweet as you see excess threads of spit hanging off her lips and chin.

“Alright, handsome. That’s enough for now.” She said, rising from between her legs as she gets out of the shower.

“What? Wait, what? That’s it?” you asked, a bit offended Jungeun didn’t finish you off.

She ignored you and began drying herself off with the towels you prepared. Rubbing another towel on her beautiful blonde hair, she wraps it around her head before staring back at you.

“Come over whenever Yerim isn't home and maybe you’ll get lucky.”

She winked at you, swaying her hips as she wrapped the other towel across her body and exited the bathroom. You were stunned at what just happened, but looked down and sighed remembering Jungeun teased you. Your erection was hard as a rock, and the thought of finishing yourself off to alleviate it would not be the same as indulging in her mouth for the very first time.

--

Finishing up a shower that started off relaxing and ended with frustration, you put your clothes back on and were teased one final time by Jungeun before you left their apartment. You felt even more exhausted than you did leaving Hyejoo’s. Nothing sounded better than climbing into your bed and drifting off into sleep.

As you entered your apartment, you turned the lights on and were greeted coldly by a woman crossing her legs and folding her arms as she sat on the couch and tapped her foot.

“B-Baby, what’re you doing up?…” you asked nervously.

“We live together and you ask why am I still up when my boyfriend isn’t home?” Jeon Heejin asked you, not expecting an answer. You gulped. Heejin wanted to spend the entire day with you, the two of you having no similar days off until now. She planned out various couple activities to do at home that would culminate into the entire evening filled with exploring each other’s bodies. To make matters worse, Heejin sent you on an errand to get some marshmallows which you were doing until you got the call from Hyejoo.

“Did you have fun fucking those sluts instead of getting the one thing I told you we needed for date night?”

“I…”

“I can understand Hyejoo and Yerim. Those two have thighs that even I want to be buried between. But Jungeun unnie, seriously? She doesn’t even like giving head.”

“She liked choking on my cock though…” you said quietly, hoping Heejin wouldn’t hear. But of course, she did. Even when her back was turned to you when washing dishes, she knew what you were up to. Judging by the deep frown on her face, she wasn’t too happy with what you just said.

“You’re an asshole. I’m taking a shower. Don’t follow me.” Heejin said in a piercingly sharp tone, brushing past you as she began removing her clothes and headed for your shared bedroom. You sighed, fully prepared to sleep on the couch tonight as you were sure if you tried cuddling with her, you would end up on the floor from being kicked off the bed. Removing your coat and scarf, you went inside the bedroom after hearing Heejin turn on the shower faucets. You grabbed a pair of pajamas and went in front of the mirror, staring at your exhausted reflection. You could feel your eyebags start to form from how many times your sleep was interrupted. Having just put on your pajama pants, you were about to wear a shirt when you felt a pair of arms wrap behind your back. You instinctively flinched, Jungeun’s earlier actions scaring you as you believed Heejin would do the same.

“Oppa…”

Turning around you were not met by Heejin, instead a wide-eyed, black haired beauty who was just slightly taller than her smiled at you warmly. Her large glassy orbs beamed and deceptively cute eyebrows furrowed as you looked at her without saying a word. You rubbed your eyes, blinking them several times to make sure you weren’t seeing things. There was no mistaking it - Kim Hyunjin was in your bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Heejin unnie asked if I wanted to spend Christmas with you guys.” She replied in a robotic tone.

“Unnie? Aren’t you guys the same age?”

“Tell that to your annoying ass girlfriend!” Hyunjin whined. “She makes me call her that even though we’re less than a month apart. And you guys don’t even have bread here…”

“I don’t think today’s a good day to hangout.” you said truthfully.

“Why?” she asked, sitting on your bed in a suspiciously polite manner. She placed her hands on her lap awaiting your answer. “Is it because you fucked three girls instead of running an errand for unnie?”

Your mouth was open, shocked at how Hyunjin knew what happened.

“Choi Yerim is hot as fuck and fun in bed, but that girl really can’t keep her mouth shut. She went into great detail about how you fucked her thighs and pounded her hard.”

“Choi Yerim…” you silently muttered. “Is there anything else she told you?”

“That Heejin unnie is going to kill you when you get home.”

“I really should.” Heejin’s deep voice said from behind you as she exited the bathroom. She sat in front of her vanity mirror and began working on her nighttime skincare routine. Her fingers skimmed through the various lipsticks and lip gloss until she found one she liked. Applying a thin layer on her lips, she moved both together and made a wet popping noise trying to distribute it evenly. Staring at your reflection through the glass, she continued.

“Hyunjin here was going to be my Christmas gift to you, baby.”

Seeing you tilt your head slightly in confusion, she explained further.

“I called her over because I wanted us to have a threesome with her.” That very sentence left you weak in the knees. You were instantly beginning to regret answering Hyejoo’s call on your way home. Hyunjin’s face continued to be expressionless as Heejin closed her eyes and shyly smiled.

“We could’ve had so much fun, the three of us. Hyunjin riding you while I sit on your face. Maybe the two of us using her for our own selfish desires.” Heejin said, biting her lower lip hungrily as you could see the lust beginning to form in her eyes.

“But you just had to go fuck that busty whore Son Hyejoo. I hope that titfuck was worth it, baby. Because you won’t get to touch me for a long, long time.”

“Baby…” you whined softly.

“Instead…” Heejin said, getting out of her chair and sitting next to Hyunjin, “you’ll have to suffer watching me enjoy another woman’s body.”

Brushing a small strand of hair behind Hyunjin’s ear, Heejin traced an outline of her face before placing a deep kiss on her lips. Hyunjin was definitely caught by surprise, not expecting things to escalate so quickly. Her eyes widened slightly before fluttering shut as her arms wrapped around Heejin’s neck. Heejin on the other hand brought her hand under Hyunjin’s chin and tilted her head up, giving her a better angle to kiss her from. Their lips looked extremely soft, giving off the image of finally reuniting after quite some time. Each kiss was full of passion and intensity.

Heejin loved being in charge in the bedroom and tonight was no different. Her hands begin exploring Hyunjin’s body. You watched as the coat she was wearing slid down her body and onto the floor below. Each inch of skin that was being exposed aroused you even more. It seemed Hyunjin was prepared for the evening’s festivities, only wearing a sheer lace bra underneath.

Hyunjin moaned as she ran her fingers though Heejin’s brown and blonde hair. The two continued their heated exchange as Heejin bites on Hyunjin’s lower lip, causing her to moan out in satisfaction. Heejin’s eyes are half open, side eyeing you as her gaze lingers against your own. It doesn’t last long, however, as her full attention returns to Hyunjin as she pushes her tongue inside the younger woman’s mouth. At this point, it was nearly impossible to not be aroused as you felt your erection growing from inside your pants.

Heejin’s naughty hands find their way down to Hyunjin’s ass, cupping each soft looking cheek through her lace panties. Hyunjin is the first to break the kiss, letting out a soft moan as Heejin uses this chance to suck on her inviting neck.

Wanting to arouse you even more, Heejin grabs onto Hyunjin’s hips and makes her get on her hands and knees on the bed, with Hyunjin facing you. The pleasure is beginning to wash all over her cute features as Heejin quickly reaches for the waistband of Hyunjin’s panties and removes them using her slim fingers.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Hyunjin reaches behind herself and unclasps the lock of her bra, causing the silky fabric to join the other discarded garments. Heejin is pleased by this - taking the opportunity to fondle Hyunjin’s perky breasts from behind as she plants more kisses on her neck.

Using her middle finger, Heejin spreads Hyunjin’s legs and causes her to moan out loudly. While you weren’t able to see what was going on, you knew Heejin was teasing her.

“Baby, this slut is so fucking wet.” Heejin’s erotically deep voice said to you. “You could’ve been balls deep inside her right now.”

A loud scream accompanied the action as you realized that Heejin has used another finger to enter Hyunjin’s most intimate area.

“She’s so tight.” Heejin said. “Would’ve you love to be fucking a hot slut who screams so much?”

Every devilish word that escapes Heejin’s lips turns you on even more. You wanted to throw away your dignity and join the two of them in pleasure. But because of Heejin’s headstrong personality, you knew better than to go against her wishes.

“Baby, she’s so fucking tight.” Heejin repeated softly. “Were Hyejoo or Yerim this wet and tight for you?”

Hyunjin’s thighs quivered as your girlfriend continued her merciless assault. While this served as your punishment for leaving her all alone, it seemed Heejin was definitely enjoying herself. Heejin uses one hand to cup Hyunjin’s breasts and hold her up right while continuing to stimulate her with the other. With Hyunjin now being held up, you were able to get a good view of the action going on between her legs. Hyunjin’s toned, flat tummy and once innocent features were now replaced by a lust-filled woman who wanted nothing more than to chase her own desires thanks to your girlfriend. Despite all of this, Hyunjin manages to make eye contact with you, her eyes half closed as her mouth makes a perfect O shape and releases wordless moans.

“I bet she’s even tighter than me.” Heejin naughtily said.

“Unnie…” Hyunjin whined, the pleasure becoming too much for her to retain her composure. “Unnie… I’m so close… Unnie…”

“How about it, baby?” Do you want to fuck this needy slut?”

A passionate moan escapes Hyunjin’s lips as she struggles to keep her body raised. Unable to form coherent words, the only thing both of you hear are moans of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as her body squirmed. Whenever you hung out with Hyunjin, she was quiet, almost exuding a robotic-like personality. But in this moment, she was being dominated by your girlfriend who was easily pushing her into the brink of an orgasm. Heejin’s hand which was still cupping her breast began to take a nipple in between her thumb and index finger, mirroring what you did to Hyejoo earlier in the evening. Pinching each of them, Hyunjin moans while Heejin tilts her head and gives you an extremely naughty grin.

“Oh no, baby. Looks like I’ll make Hyunjin cum before you do.”

That was all it took for Hyunjin to release the loudest moan of the night, bordering on a high-pitched scream as her body spasms and finally gives into her orgasm. Heejin manages to keep her locked in place, wrapping her arms from behind Hyunjin and holding onto her shoulders.

Pure pleasure radiates from between Hyunjin’s legs as you both watched her writhe in pleasure. Her legs that looked like they had been reduced to jelly were struggling to not give out as Heejin kissed her from behind tenderly. Several minutes passed until Hyunjin’s orgasm subsided. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her porcelain skin as she began to regain her senses.

While Hyunjin’s chest heaves and allows her to begin breathing normally again, she takes this chance to push Heejin onto the bed. She removes the pesky undergarments in one quick motion. Hyunjin bites her lower lip softly as she admires Heejin’s beautiful naked body. Despite not being tall, Heejin possessed perfect proportions, something you were always thankful for.  Her long, graceful legs and cute hourglass figure were fully exposed to the both of you as Hyunjin climbed on top of her.

The two of them kiss each other once more, savoring their sinful tastes. Heejin gasped as Hyunjin sucks on her neck, sucking on your favorite part of it. Gradually increasing in volume, Hyunjin makes her way down, leaving a trail of kisses behind.

“Oh fuck, Hyunjin…” Heejin moaned when Hyunjin began to indulge in one of her breasts. Puckering her lips, she takes the tip of Heejin’s breasts and sucks on it softly, flicking her tongue against the sensitive nub. She makes sure not to leave the other breast unattended as her hand fondled it. Passionate moans and “oh fuck” streamed together seamlessly from your girlfriend’s mouth.

With half-lidded eyes, Heejin looked at you and smiled wickedly. Despite slowly surrendering herself to pleasure, she wanted to make sure you were watching another person use her body. She runs her fingers through Hyunjin’s hair, encouraging her to work on her other breast. It doesn’t last very long, however as Heejin wanted you to see something else. Getting the hint, Hyunjin smiled before looking back at you and lowering herself down Heejin’s body.

Spreading Heejin’s legs and placing them on either side of her shoulders, Hyunjin wastes no time and dives right in between your girlfriend’s creamy thighs. Only able to see the back of her head, Heejin tosses her head back in satisfaction as you see Hyunjin ascend from bottom to top.

���Oh fuck…” Heejin said in a soft, relaxed tone.

Hyunjin does this several more times, each time earning a sexy moan from Heejin.

Your girlfriend’s face has now contorted into being one of pure pleasure and appreciation for the woman currently in between her legs. Gasps and moans are the only thing Heejin is able to release from her lips as you watched Hyunjin bury her head deeper.

“Don’t you think it’s fair we all get to feel good?” Hyunjin asked, kissing the inner creases of Heejin’s thighs. You heard Hyunjin sucking on Heejin’s juices, silently wishing you were in her position instead.

“Baby, come here…” Heejin said softly. “Oh fuck…”

Hyunjin continues to eat out Heejin as your girlfriend closes her eyes and tries to reach for your pants. Helping her out, you removed your pajama pants and kicked them away from your ankles. You take Heejin’s small hand and guide it to your now exposed cock. You let out a soft gasp as she wraps them delicately around you.

Seeing your girlfriend become a needy mess caused you to pulse in her hand. She holds onto you tightly as, with her eyes still closed, she parts her lips with the head and paints your slit with her beautiful pink tongue.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned as Heejin began sucking your cock. It takes little effort on her part as more and more of your shaft enters her mouth. You joined her in closing your eyes, allowing you to savor the feeling of your girlfriend pleasuring you. Her lips felt soft, sweet and contained her pent up frustrations at you. The sinful act Hyunjin was doing on her lower body caused Heejin to moan while your cock was still in her mouth, sending wonderful vibrations all throughout your length.

Heejin continued moaning on your cock as you could feel her body beginning to tense up. She regretfully releases you from her mouth and lets out a sensual filled moan.

“Fuck… Hyunjin. I’m close. I’m so close. I’m about to- ahh….”

When Heejin’s lips wrapped themselves around your cock, you held onto both sides of her head as she sent more vibrations along your shaft’s underside. You bobbed her head softly as Heejin’s back arched and pushed Hyunjin deeper between her legs.

She lets out a muffled scream that feels incredible on your cock as you watched your girlfriend finally reach her orgasm. Pleasure flowed through her body - from the top of her head to her toes which curled in satisfaction as she wrapped her legs around Hyunjin’s head. Hyunjin begins consuming the juices that were flowing freely from your girlfriend’s wanton pussy. Heejin closed her eyes and threw her head back as she hummed in satisfaction.

Giving her time to allow the orgasm to wash over her body, you admired your girlfriend’s sweat misted skin and rosy tint of her cheeks. Once Heejin’s tight grip on her head weakens, Hyunjin rises from between her spread legs and smiles at you - Heejin’s juices glistening on her chin and lips. She licks up as much as she can before wiping her face.

Grabbing your cock and removing it from Heejin’s mouth, it was quickly replaced with Hyunjin’s own lips as the two shared deep, strong kisses. The two rediscover each other’s bodies while your mouth waters at the sight of both naked women.

Heejin notices this and breaks the kiss first.

“Do you want to suck his cock?” she asked Hyunjin. She responds with a curt nod. Staring up at you, seemingly asking for your approval, Hyunjin was wide eyed as she was finally met with your cock in front of her. She gives your cock a small kiss, watching in awe as the action caused it to twitch slightly.

Hyunjin doesn’t give you much time to think about anything else as she finally parts her lips and takes you into her mouth. She sucks your tip slowly, bobbing it quickly as if to test you out. Like you did with Heejin, you ran your fingers through Hyunjin’s dark locks and patted her head slightly.

Heejin on the other hand was focusing all of her attention on your balls, taking each one individually inside her mouth while making sure to paint long stripes of saliva by flattening her tongue.

“Fuck that feels so good, girls…” you moaned, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of both women pleasuring you. You looked down and saw the soft mess of Hyunjin’s head as she bobbed up and down your cock. Her mouth was wet, almost silk like. It was as if the two women were silently competing to see which one could tip you over the edge and be the sole reason for your orgasm. With your hand guiding Hyunjin’s head, you were a bit disappointed when she suddenly released you from her mouth. She taps Heejin whose lips left your balls with a loud pop.

“I want to get fucked now.” Hyunjin said softly.

With Hyunjin now on your back, you made your way to be in between her legs that instinctively spread themselves for you. You teased her, slapping the head of your cock against her splayed pussy lips, feeling her precum deliciously coating it. Adjusting yourself slightly, you feel the heat radiating from her lower body.

“Fuck me.” She begged you. “Fuck me now.”

Not wanting her to wait any longer, you held onto Hyunjin’s thighs and entered her pussy slowly. Her warm, wet walls were ridiculously soft. Multiple sensations hit you at once. Hyunjin’s sexy moan and her eyes closing shut looked heavenly as the two of you savored the feeling of being connected for the very first time. Heejin was right - Hyunjin was extremely tight, her walls almost painfully constricting your shaft. You make sure to leave only your tip inside her before slamming inside her and finally fucking Hyunjin. The two of you were able to quickly establish a comfortable rhythm as your cock went in and out of her wanton body.

“Fuck…” Hyunjin moaned as her body rocked back and forth on the bed. Heejin takes the opportunity to pull her in for another kiss, her tongue entering Hyunjin’s mouth while you fucked her. The sight of it all seemed like a dream - to be naked and sharing such an intimate moment with two beautiful women is something most people go their entire lives without experiencing. But here you were, well into the wee hours after Christmas with your cock buried deep inside Hyunjin as she begs you to fuck her harder.

“Punish her, baby.” Heejin said as you held onto Hyunjin’s hips. With Heejin cheering you on, you increased the speed of your thrusts, causing Hyunjin to release louder and louder moans as she wanted you to go even deeper inside her. Her toes curled in satisfaction as her body was shaken each time your cock entered her.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck, oppa. You feel so good!”

“Don’t tell my boyfriend what to do, you slut!” Heejin said, slapping Hyunjin’s face. It looked like it stinged, but mattered little to Hyunjin as pleasure washed through her body. Heejin took the chance to climb on top of Hyunjin and lowered her crotch onto the younger woman’s face.

“Since you don’t seem to respect your unnie’s wishes and want to be a bad girl, I figured we should work on cleaning this filthy mouth of yours. And what better way to do that then by stuffing your face with my pussy.”

Your hands find their way to Heejin’s soft, supple cheeks and squeeze each one. You gave her two quick slaps which caused her body to squirm on top of Hyunjin.

“Baby!” Heejin moaned.

Hyunjin held onto your girlfriend’s thighs for support as her tongue pushed itself deeper inside Heejin’s pussy.

“I-Is this the best Christmas gift ever?” Heejin asked you.

“F-Fuck yes.” you said, thrusting into Hyunjin.

Heejin arched her back as she savored the feeling of Hyunjin’s mouth pleasuring her. She grinds her crotch against Hyunjin’s face, wanting to spread her juices all over.

“Do you want to fuck me now, baby?” Heejin moaned.

“Fuck yes.” you repeated, albeit a bit too loudly. Hyunjin moaned in disappointment as she felt Heejin leave her face and you removing yourself from her pussy at the same time. Heejin pulls you in for a kiss, stroking your cock as the two of you exchange a passionate duel of affection. Pulling her face away first, Heejin shakes her butt cutely at you. You smiled watching each cheek jiggle as you gave them another slap.

Heejin moaned in satisfaction as you finally entered your girlfriend from behind. No matter how many times you did it with her or fucked any of her friends, nothing could replicate the feeling of having sex with the woman you loved the most. Her pussy was drenched, the result of Hyunjin giving her an orgasm and her natural leakage whenever you two were intimate.

“Baby…” Heejin cooed as you began to fuck her from behind.

You held onto Heejin’s toned arms as your body required little effort in order to find a comfortable rhythm. The two of you have done this so many times, it was almost second nature. And while you did increase your pace slightly, it required minimal effort for Heejin to release a steady stream of pleasure filled moans.

“You feel so good, baby.” Heejin said as your thrusts were preventing her from speaking quickly. “Merry Christmas… oh, fuck!”

With her body rocking back and forth, Hyunjin took the opportunity to lay in front of Heejin and forced her head down into her spread legs. All of you moaned simultaneously at the sinful situation. Grabbing onto your girlfriend’s soft cheeks, you squeezed them hard as you thrusted in and out of her wanton body. Her tongue vibrated inside Hyunjin’s pussy, causing the younger woman to let out a scream as she grabbed both sides of Heejin’s head and pushed her even deeper.

For many, Christmas was a time to be with friends and loved ones exchanging gifts - valuing each other’s company. For you and Heejin, this was going to be something the two of you would never forget.

[internatlvelvet]

Choerry & Jinsoul

[withcreamandsugar]

May I Have This Dance | Olivia Hye

a/n: the fluffiest fluff to ever have exist, a party!au featuring Olivia; this is actually a dream i had the other night and I haven’t been the same since

word count: iunno like 1k-ish? i’ll count later

“It’s been how long since you’ve met her?! And she still doesn’t know?!” Choerry practically screamed, wide eyed whilst tossing a french fry into her mouth.

“A year and seven months... and counting...” you mutter, dropping your head onto the table onto your crossed arms.

“I can’t tell if that’s sad or impressive,” Choerry says, sympathetically patting you on the head.

You flash a subdued and knowing smile at the girl across from you, your confidant, your best friend since middle school. Doubly so, considering Choerry was the one to introduce you to Olivia in the first place.

All of a sudden, Choerry stuffs a chicken nugget into your mouth, forcefully moving your jaw up and down to help you chew. “Cmon, eat up. I have an idea to cheer you up and get over her by the end of the night, and it may or may not involve alcohol.”

“Whuh?” you say bewildered, mid chew.

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“Take a left. Wait no, a right. Er, left actually.”

You let out a defeated sigh, having driven essentially in a circle for half an hour trying to follow Choerry’s navigation. You swing right, against Choerry’s instructions, and spot a house lit up by neon LED lights and hear blaring pop music from bass-boosted speakers.

“See I told you it was a right!” Choerry leaps out of her seat and rolls down the window, poking her head out to scream at the people congregated outside by the front porch. “Choerry has arrived, bitches!!”

A chorus of hoots and hollers echoes as you drive past, parking at a nearby sidewalk.

You had just put the car into park and Choerry had already gotten out, jumping up and down impatiently at your slowness. “Quickly, quickly! Yves texted me they’re waiting on me for shots! Er, us!”

You walk Choerry to the front porch, who was hugging and giving handshakes to the partygoers as she walked by.

As soon as you stepped inside, you felt an immediate headache from the flashing lights and deafening music. Parties were never really your scene, something Choerry was beginning to realize staring at your face.

“Don’t make that face,” Choerry said as she leaned into your ear to talk over the music, grabbing a hold of your arm. “You just need some liquid courage in you!”

Silently agreeing, you follow the girl to her group of friends located in the kitchen. You gloss over the cacophony of “Choerry!” “Yves!” “I’m so glad you’re here!” “I’m so glad YOU’RE here!”, and find yourself with a shot glass of something clear in your hand.

Choerry takes your hand and raises it, declaring, “To y/n’s blooming love life!” The circle of hands holding shots repeat the phrase, leaving you embarrassed, yet oddly at ease feeling a sense of camaraderie with the strangers.

Whatever the shot was hit hard and quickly, making you forget all about Olivia for a bit. You stumble through the living room, having lost Choerry to a girl leading her outside, until you spot a familiar face sitting alone on the couch. Your eyes meet, a moment feeling like an eternity, until you utter the words,

“O-Olivia?”

“Oh, y/n. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Olivia mutters, looking off to the side avoiding eye contact.

“M-me neither. You look great, amazing actually,”you say as you take a seat next to her. Olivia was wearing a black suit dress, making her stand out in the crowd of hoodies and sweatpants. You wondered why she was so dressed up for a bit, before you caught yourself staring.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, until you decided to break it. “Choerry brought me here. She said it would help me get over... er, my grades! My bad grades.”

“Funny you say that,” Olivia says, sweeping a strand of hair behind her ear. “Choerry told me I should come too.”

The two of you talked for what felt like hours, about what felt like the most random things. Forgetting all about the environment of the party, you lose yourself in conversation with the girl you fell for.

“And so, Choerry ended up forcing a shot down my throat!”

“That’s why your face looks like a tomato?” Olivia covers her mouth, stifling a giggle and making your heart flutter.

By this point the party had winded down, a few people sleeping soundly on the floor, and the LED lights now dimmed to a soft candle-like color. The stereo playing music suddenly stops, and you look over to see Choerry fiddling with the phone player, and giving you a wink and an “OK” sign.

The sound of a soft piano fill the room, Olivia’s eyes lighting up as she realizes. “I love this song...” Olivia says, hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress and her legs swinging almost eagerly.

You wished you had taken another shot of liquid courage, before finally steeling your reserve and extending your hand out to Olivia.

“Since nobody’s watching... care to join me? May I have this dance, Olivia?”

Olivia takes your hand as you lead her to the center of the room, placing her hands on your shoulders and your hands (respectfully) on her hips.

The two of you sway.

And sway....

And sway,

The worries,

the regrets,

and the fears,

to rest.

You take Olivia’s hand and gently twirl her, a still image of her smile now etched into your memory. She rests her head on your shoulder.

“I’ve waited forever for this moment,” you whisper into her ear as you rest your head on hers.

Olivia looks up at you, the warmest smile you’ve ever seen forming and the hint of a tear welling in her eye before you finally speak up:

“But a ‘forever’ with you would make it all worth it.”

You sway...

and sway.

[wutheringheightsfilm]

random but loona hair colors i wanna see...

heejin - she’s only ever done natural hair colors so im not sure she’d do anything too out there. id love to see her with a dark red though like hyunjin’s so what hair color, or if she just stuck with black. as for an out there color id love to see her in choerrys purple hair or purple-black like tzuyu tt era

hyunjin - again she’s only ever done natural hair colors too but id love to see her blonde just to see it.

haseul - hasn’t ever dyed her hair for loona afaik other than varying shades of brown (if anything), but id love to see black on her

yeojin - i think she looked really good blonde, or strawberry blonde with some pink

vivi - pls pls pls dye ur hair back to pink at least one more time maam.

kim lip - i really wanna see like dark red on her too, or maybe just straight up black

jinsoul - i know she had her hair that kind of black with a blue shimmer like black-blue but i really want to see sapphire blue on her i think she could pull it off

choerry - her purple hair in butterfly will never be topped if only i could see it again

yves - i just want her long hair to return idc what color it is but id love to see like a burgundy-wine red on her

chuu - if anyone else should go for like pastel pink it’s her. or maybe something like choerry’s purple but pink ver where it goes from a dark magenta into lighter pink

gowon - i loved her teal hair in why not, but id love for her black hair era to continue . i did like healthy blonde hair on her though, like that dusty blonde

olivia hye - please get rid of her dyed tips please dont do that again thank you. id LOVE to see black to wine ombre on her

[asaethiel]

screenshot redraw from last night :)

[IMAGE ID: digital drawing of a frame from loona's "why not?" music video. choerry, a girl with long dark hair, is wearing a yellow ruffled shirt and dark pants and is crouching upside down on the "ceiling" because the image is flipped. she's standing on a black square that is reflecting neon red flame designs around her. the rest of the room is lit in blue and purple and the floor looks like ceiling tiles. the second image is the same thing flipped “right side up.” end description]

[rukakikuchi]

LOONAverse theory - LOONA as LOONA (Dual roles theory)

So, in my redux timeline theory, I mentioned how I think that Jinsoul might've been acting as Olivia's shadow, her other self, whispering to her. I wanted to expand on this theory by pointing out more instances where we see the members of LOONA portraying dual roles.

To start, I do think there are some instances where one member actually stands in for another. Take for example, the scene in "Girl Front" and "LOONATIC" with the mystery girl running around the Odd Eye Circle members.

The official description for "Mix and Match" described them as a girl who was yet to be revealed, meaning they were a member of yyxy. But here's the thing; all four members of yyxy had extremely short training periods before debuting.

Yves joined Polaris in late September and debuted within over a month after transferring to BBC. Chuu's solo debut had already been planned out when she joined. Go Won debuted the same month she joined. And Olivia, having the shortest training period of all the members and all of K-pop, trained under BBC for one day before it was decided she would debut as the last member of LOONA.

However, Odd Eye Circle filmed the music video for "Girl Front" in August, before any of them joined. And while it's most likely meant to be Yves who is running around them, it can't possibly be her. So how did they have "a girl who has yet to be revealed revolving around Odd Eye Circle" if said girl hasn't even joined BBC yet?

Well, there was one other girl who made a cameo in "Girl Front". That's right, Hyunjin! And I've seen several people theorize that it's Hyunjin running around them (Loominosity even pointed it out in their misconceptions video: link here.)

Well, what if that actually is Hyunjin running around them, but not as Hyunjin? Hyunjin could simply be standing in for the yet to be revealed member, aka Yves. They look similar enough (both have long dark hair and slender figures) that this could be possible.

Still not convinced? Look at this screenshot from LOONA TV...

This is clearly for the scene of the Odd Eye Circle members sitting together, so why would Hyunjin be here if she only made a cameo? If she's here with them in this scene, it would make sense that she's the one running around them. (Granted, she is wearing a different shirt, but they could've changed it. You get my point.)

Of course, there's also instances of other people representing LOONA members (i.e. the boy ViVi is crushing on in "Everyday I Love You" is actually Yves), and then there's the "yyxy are all one person" theory (which I have already discussed), but I'm going to focus on what I believe are instances of members portraying dual roles within the LOONAverse.

-ViViD - Heejin plays a dual role as herself and a woman in black. Heejin works as a housekeeper for the woman in black in Paris.

-Let Me In - Haseul as herself and as the boy in white (yes, it's a boy!) who acts as her doppelganger.

-Singing in the Rain - Jinsoul's rap shows her in black-and-white, which I think represents her shadow self.

Jinsoul's rap could possibly be addressing Kim Lip. (If you recall, Kim Lip was intended to do a rap feature, but they gave it to Heejin instead.) Kim Lip is yin, Jinsoul is yang, and their MVs take place in day and night respectively; they are each other's other half and long to reunite.

-Girl Front - The other Choerry we see interact with Choerry prime might actually be Hyunjin. Since OEC is looking for the 1/3 members, this could be Hyunjin signalling to Choerry where she is.

“Girl Front” actually has several instances showing us another version of the OEC members following themselves (like at the end, where Kim Lip is watching herself from a distance). These could be the shadow girls watching over OEC (your shadow is always following behind you), or it’s related to the time loop the girls are trapped in (their past selves watching over their present selves.)

I've seen a theory that the "Choerry" we see interacting with Haseul and Yeojin is actually Hyunjin (they even had yellow clothes). However, I still think that is actually Choerry. And I've already gone over my thoughts regarding Hyunjin and Choerry's roles in the LOONAverse, so check that out if you're interested.

-Egoist - As stated above, I believe Jinsoul's rap is representing Olivia's shadow communicating to Olivia herself. Both Jinsoul and Olivia are linked to the image of a "fallen angel" (Jinsoul having been guilty of "the sin of swallowing the sun" and Olivia literally falling from Eden to Earth), so there's a significant connection between them.

I also find it interesting that in both instances of Jinsoul's rap in her and Olivia's solos, they put a distortion effect on her voice. Maybe this is an indicator that this is actually the shadow girls speaking.

...

This was a shorter theory, but I really wanted to point these instances out, especially regarding the case of "Girl Front" and "LOONATIC". Hope you enjoyed this! Feel free to share your own thoughts. Have a good day, and of course... Stan LOONA!

[evabellasworld]

Young Soul

For Star Wars POC Week 2020

Day 5: Family

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Summary: After 8 years, Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young has reunited with their mother, Kaia Young on Chandrila and learned about their deceased father.

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“Come on, Lira,” Eva groaned as she knocked on her door, clinching both her dolls. “We don’t want to miss the first bus.”

“Hold your horses, Evie,” Lira talked back. “I’m trying to pack up.”

“Well, you should have done that yesterday when I got back from Mortis.”

“Ugh, stop nagging me. You’re annoying.”

She took a deep breath and crossed her arms as she was about to step inside her room when Lira popped out, with her backpack and her extra slingbag, which carried her gadgets and gizmos that she made out of trash. “Now I’m ready.”

“You took too long,” Eva slapped her arms. “Do you know how long it will take from the Jedi Temple to the cargo bay?”

“It takes twenty minutes, Evie,” Lira rolled her eyes as they both walked on the empty corridor, with no one up early in the morning, except for a few, who were too tired to even care about where the twins were even going in the first place. “I’ve read the map like fifty times.”

“If you read the map fifty times, then why do you have to be super slow in preparing yourself?”

“I prepare myself. I just forgot a couple of things, that’s all.”

“That could have been prevented if you prepared yourself earlier on.”

Lira let out a groan of frustration. “Whatever, you sound just like Obi-Wan sometimes.”

“Well, maybe it’s for the best.”

As they finished their conversations, the identical twins with red hair and almond-shaped eyes stepped outside the Temple, where they were greeted by Commander Tori, who only had her bottom half of her clone commander on, along with her black top. “So, where are you girls heading today?”

“Just take us to the cargo bay,” Lira answered, grabbing the backseat. “We need to fly out of Coruscant as soon as possible.”

“And why is that?” Tori raised her eyebrows. “Are you guys meeting someone important?”

“It’s our mother,” Eva spoke, with a frown. “We haven’t seen her since we were three years old and it is urgent that we have to get to Chandrila.”

Being a clone trooper, Tori doesn’t know about being separated from a parent from a young age, but one thing she understood is family and bonding. Being close to Rex, Cody, Mayyah, and Minnie, who were her siblings, not being able to see them for a long period makes her anxious and depressed, and it is what the twins are currently experiencing right now.

“Of course, girls,” she gave a nod, driving off from the Temple. “But do your masters know about this?”

“They’re at the battlefield, again,” Lira said, glancing at the dark, morning sky, with the sun not rising from the horizon and the cool wind blowing in their surroundings. 

Tori sighed. It’s been a year since the Clone Wars had begun and day by day, she noticed that the relationship between the girls and their Jedi Masters had slowly dwindled, without both of them realizing it. Lira and Eva loved their masters, obviously, but most of the time, they found themselves closer to Tori than they thought.

Arriving at the cargo bay, Tori escorted both of them inside and stepped inside the ship, sitting beside them. If the girls had to see their mother, she won’t let them go by themselves, with the danger of the outside world much worse than what they watched on cartoons every Saturday morning.

“So,” Tori breaks the awkward silence between them. “Does your mother know that you both are visiting her today?”

Eva nodded. “Yes, Tori. We managed to find her phone number in the yellow page and commed her immediately. She’s very nervous to see us both.”

“Oh, well, that’s good to hear. Now tell me, what does your mother work as?”

“She worked at The Angel Inn,” Lira informed, showing her the pages that she found the other day. “It only opens at night, so we have ample time for Evie and me to spend time with her.”

She read Kaia Young’s comm and noticed the place was listed down as a brothel on Chandrila, making her cheeks turn hot. Should I tell them the place where her mother worked, or should I just keep quiet and let their mother come clean about her job?

She heard about her brothers and sisters visiting brothels on Coruscant, and getting kicked out of the place when they realize that their service isn’t free at all. Choerry was a fine example of a clone trooper who was banned from a brothel. Tori could only grumble, but at the same time, it amuses her as well.

“Oh, that’s fascinating to hear, girls,” she smiled. “I can’t wait to meet your mother as well, even though I don’t know much about her.”

“She’ll love you, Tori,” Lira cuddled next to her. “Trust me, I told her about you and she’s excited to see you as well.”

A civilian excited to see a clone like me? Well, that’s unexpected. “Oh, I’m sure she’s a kind lady like the both of you.”

“She is.”

After a few hours on board, the ship jumped out of hyperspace and landed on the planet’s surface. The Chandrilan skies were coloured with sapphire, with the golden, glistening sun shining above the white clouds. Despite that, the natives, which was ninety-six per cent of humans, didn’t feel too hot or too cold and were enjoying the weather.

The three of them emerged from the station with their bags when they noticed a woman in her 30s, with jet black hair and almond-shaped, dark honey eyes, along with fair skin and bow-shaped lips, which shared similar facial features as the twins. Eva, who recognized her, ran up to her and wrapped her arms around her torso. “Mama!”

“Evie, is that you?” her mother spoke, recognizing her 11 years old daughter. “Look how big you’ve grown. The last time I remember you, you were so tiny.”

“Mama!” Lira called her, hugging her as well. “We miss you so much.”

“Well, I miss you both as well,” she grinned, kissing their foreheads. She stood up and noticed Tori’s presence, and offered to shake hands with her. “And you must be Tori. The girls have said nothing but good things about you.”

“They always say good things about everyone,” Tori shook her hands. “The girls have told me about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Young.”

Kaia let out a chortle. “Oh, no, Tori. I’m not even married at all. You can call me Kaia or miss, whatever makes you comfortable?”

The first-name basis, eh? Now I know where the girls got it from. “Alright then, Kaia. It’s great to meet you, again. Sorry, it’s quite-”

“Awkward?” Kaia finished her sentence, laughing. “Don’t worry about it, Tori. I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

Her eyes widened as her face flushed. “Actually, Kaia, I’m an ace.”

“Tori, I’m just joking with you.”

Wow, she has a sense of humour, just like Lira.

“Anyways, we should head back to my apartment,” suggested Kaia, holding the twin’s hands. “I made something special for the three of you.”

They arrived at her small but cosy apartment, which was filled with potted plants everywhere and vines growing on the grille of the window. A shoe rack was placed beside the door, with the walls painted in mint green, which gave the whole house a calming effect towards the host and their guests. 

Lira, Eva and Tori took off their boots and placed their backpacks on a tiny, wooden bench that Kaia found at the garbage disposal and repainted them to make them presentable. The identical twins sat on the brown couch, along with a few tie-dye pillows. 

Tori checked out the bookshelf that was leaning against the wall, and found herself picking a book from its place, titled ‘Tales of Handmaids.’ For Tori, it was surprising that a prostitute like Kaia would have a decent place, not too lavish nor seedy. Chandrila isn’t like Coruscant, where people like her would rot in a dangerous alley. Instead, they fared better, even though there are flaws. 

“So,” Kaia walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of glasses, which were filled with iced lemonades. “How long did it take you from Coruscant?”

“A few hours,” Lira told her, as she took a sip of her drink. 

“Huh, that long, eh?”

“Yup,” Tori nodded. “Do you live alone, Kaia?”

“Yeah, it’s just me and all my plants, in my boxed-sized apartment. No one is there to look after yourself, and that is the harsh reality, unfortunately.”

“Isn’t it lonely?” Eva asked. “Living all by yourself.”

“Sometimes, it does, sweetie,” Kaia sat between them, wrapping her arms around their shoulder. “But at the same time, I enjoy the silence once in a while, you know.”

“Don’t you have any friends, or maybe a lover?”

Her mother let out a snort. “I see you know a lot about love, Evie.”

“They know a lot about love and sex,” Tori spoke. “They heard about them from my troops, and even some Jedi.”

“A Jedi having sex?” her eyes widened. “Why am I not surprised? Who told you about the birds and the bees anyway?”

“A friend told us,” Lira replied. “Eva and I accidentally caught him doing the deed with a Senator, so he had to explain everything about it. It was disgusting.”

“Well, I’m sorry that you girls had to see that," mused Kaia. "But at least it's better for you girls to know, rather than being ignorant and making the same mistake that I did when I was younger."

“Oh?” Tori raised her eyebrows. “What about that?”

“Well, it’s too disturbing for the three of you so consider yourselves warned but when I was 16, I was violated by an adult man, and that adult man was a friend of my parents. Instead of believing me, they denounced me and kicked me out of their home.”

“But they’re your family. Why would a family cast out one another? Don’t you guys share the same blood?”

Kaia shook her head. “Tori, your brothers and sisters aren’t the same as mine. Your siblings care for one another and look out for each other, but my family cares only about two things, which are money and ego. My aunts and uncles, my siblings, my parents, fight like vultures when they see gold. They don’t care about your well-being at all. They only know how to back-stab you, that's all."

"That sounds like the Separatist more than a family."

"Indeed, though the Republic has its flaws as well, especially recruiting kids to lead an entire army."

"If I have to be honest," Eva raised her hands. "I don't even know why we are fighting in the first place."

"We were told by the Kaminoans that it's for peace, but I could hardly believe that statement anymore."

"It seems like the people of the Outer Rim are growing unsatisfied towards the government," Kaia sighed, finishing her drink. "Honestly, I won't be surprised if there is a rebellion against them."

Lira and Eva exchanged glances of surprise before their mother cleared her throat. "So, anyone up for a movie?"

"Yes, please," Lira bobbed her head. "Can we watch Rowling's Castle?"

"Of course, sweetie."

As night came, both Lira and Eva were cuddled next to their mother as Tori slept in the right corner of the bed, laying beside the younger twin. The stars above Chandrila were shining as bright as jewellery as the moon above the sky illuminated. “Kinda rare to see this many stars in the city,” Tori commented, counting each one of them with her fingers. “We never get this much on Coruscant.”

“People here value nature,” Kaia told her. “It’s the basis of life. Without nature, we have nothing. No food, no water, no air, just torture and pain.”

“That explains why you have so many plants around your house.”

“Greenery is good for your mental health. Makes you feel calm, especially for a soldier like you.”

Maybe I should follow Daisy’s advice and get myself a potted plant in my barrack then.

“Hey Mama,” Eva called her. “There’s something I need to ask you about and it’s really important.”

“What is it, baby?”

“The other day, my master and I stumbled upon a planet called Mortis, and when I was there, I saw a man with a Jedi robe and long hair. He spoke to me about how I shouldn’t trust too freely and be more cautious with my surroundings. I told my master about him, and he said that he knew who the man was?”

“Okay, what did your master say?”

 “He told me that he was his mentor, Qui-Gon Jinn. Do you know who Qui-Gon Jinn was, Mama?”

The name that her daughter mentioned made her heart smile and sorrow at the same time. She reached for the drawers beside her bed and grabbed a flimsi of her and Qui-Gon together, holding each other’s hand. 

“You know him, mom?” Lira gasped as she saw the flimsi.

“I knew him well,” she gleamed. “He was my lover. I met him while I was exploring the forest, searching for wild berries and mushrooms. He was meditating by the river when he noticed me with a basket and a straw hat. After we got to know each other, he would visit me every weekend and slowly, we fell in love.”

“Is Qui-Gon our father?” Eva guessed.

Kaia curved her lips upwards. “Yeah, he was your father. When I got pregnant with the both of you, he was ecstatic and he couldn’t even wait to meet you both.”

Tori’s smile disappeared. She was told that Kaia lived by herself, and she could tell that something happened to him. “There’s no happy ending, isn’t it?”

Kaia shook her head. “Three months before you girls were born, I saw him in an obituary. I was heartbroken that he was gone so soon. I never get to say goodbye to him.”

“Then what happened?” Lira raised her question. “Why did you give us away to the Jedi?”

“It was difficult for me to raise you and Eva, especially with the Child Protection Service chasing after me. I had to choose between losing my job and losing both of you. I wanted both of you to have a better life than I did, so I decided to let the Jedi adopt you both.”

The twins wanted to yell at her for leaving, but at the same time, she had a point. Had their mother continued to raise them, they would have ended up in a broken, foster home, like all the other children. 

“I understand, mom,” Eva nodded, letting out a yawn. “We should head to bed.”

“Alright then,” she kissed both Lira and Eva on the forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”

Tori fell asleep as well, knowing that the twins are safe and sound in their mother’s loving embrace.

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Kaia Young:

Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young:

Commander Tori: