#redvelvetsmut
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Strange Situation
Male Reader X Red Velvet Kang Seulgi
Length: 14.7k+
Tags: High school crush, Creampie.
TW; bullying and violence
A/N- This fic took me so much longer than it should have but I finally finished it. It is now my longest fic ever and I'm a little proud of that.
Time flies. Have you heard the expression before? Because it’s honestly true. You can’t help feeling a sense of nostalgia, but it’s quite best to explain why.
Currently, in life you are comfortable. You had your dream job as a graphic designer, for a top-of-the-line company. Working with such a great company the monetary compensation was quite nice, being able to buy your own dream home. Sure it was not as grandiose as others, but the two-room two bath home was just perfect for you alone.
Yes, alone. Although you had these great things in your life, there was no one to share them with. The main reason is you’re a dork. Most first dates end up with girls leaving, disappointed with who you were not your looks. Oh well, nothing you can do to change your personality.
It was an average Friday after work. You just parked your vehicle in the garage and stepped out. Making way to the entrance of your home you stop yourself from entering through the side garage door, remembering the mail. Walking out the garage gate, your legs pull you closer to the black mailbox until you are in front of it. Opening the mailbox you can see its normal grocery store fliers as well as a few letters. Pulling them out you close the mailbox and walk to the front door, entering your passcode as the door unlocks.
Walking into your home gives you a sense of relief, and relaxation, as you enter the living room. Kicking off your shoes you sit down on your couch as you reach for the tv remote and turn it on. The light from the tv fills the room as you hear the sound of laughter fill the room from your tv. Slowly your hand puts down most of the mail you got as you go one by one opening each envelope.
Bills bills bills and bills. That’s the one thing you can always count on getting in the mail. After looking through those documents and paying them no mind you see there is a final letter in the pile. In the right-hand corner, the insignia from your old school is present on it.
A bit of hesitation hits as your hand reaches out for the letter. Pushing through the worries you had, your hand finally picks it up and rips open the white envelope. Pull out the paper inside you see its written document that has a few choice words standing out, HIGH SCHOOL REUNION.
Greetings Gal Munhee. We here at Seoul Regional High hope you have been well. Five years have quickly passed and it is now time for the high school reunion. We do realize this is a bit earlier than usual but we feel after this pandemic we all might want to reconnect with others and what a perfect way than with the reunion. The reunion will be on July third and we hope to see you there.
Sincerely, the faculty at Seoul Regional High.
Just reading that entire letter made your heart nearly explode. The reason? You were an even bigger dork in high school. The constant teasing is what you can remember the most. It’s happened so often that you became numb to it but it still affected your life choices from there forward.
You got yourself in better shape as well as got a makeover with those little teases always staying in the back of your mind.
Looking at the date you saw it was June ninth, three weeks before the reunion. Maybe you got this letter pretty late but this was on short notice for sure. The question now was, are you going to go to it?
Sure it’s been a while and you have done pretty well in life but there was still stuff you can imagine they will mock you for. The main thing that came to mind was the lack of a partner in life after all this time. Should you do it?
That question was answered as you made a quick text to your boss letting him know you will be absent that day from work. Looks like you got a lot of planning to do in the weeks coming up.
June 16th
That date just echoes in your head as you take a glance at your phone. A week has passed since you got the letter and you have spent the last few days after work getting new clothes for the reunion. With a brand new suit and such at home.
The sound of typing could faintly be heard throughout the floor as the work day was coming to its end.
“Ehm.”
Looking to the side you quickly found the source of the coughing, your best friend and coworker Wendy.
“Oh noona. Are you all done with your work?”
“You know me. I’m always ahead of others. Now let’s go eat. I feel like stuffing my face with some chicken and beer.”
“Eh, I think I’m gonna keep working on the new design for the phone advertisement.”
“No no no. I don’t want to hear it at all. Get your ass out of the seat and let’s go. You have been working the hardest out of everyone in this department. You need a small break and you're already late either way.”
The glare that came from Wendy’s face let you know she wasn’t asking, she was telling you what you are about to do. Not wanting to make Wendy wait any longer, you quickly got up from your seat and saved the rest of the work on your desktop. Looking at Wendy you can finally see a smile as she grabs your hand.
“Let’s go Pabo!”
Being yanked by your best friend to the elevator just made you laugh. Arriving in front of the elevators you are lucky enough to see a group of people getting off your floor. Entering the elevator your finger presses the button to go down to the lobby. No longer holding your hand, Wendy begins to jump up and down, excited to be out of work.
The elevator ride from the twenty-fifth floor goes by in a flash as the doors open to the lobby. Wendy begins to run out of the elevator as you follow behind her, running as well. After saying Goodnight to the guard at the desk, you walked over to your vehicle and jumped in with Wendy getting in the passenger seat.
Stepping on the break, your hand reaches for the start button on your car as it comes to life. Driving didn’t even take any thinking from you as your mind already knew where to go. Wendy was always a big fan of unwinding after work so chicken and beer were a common thing on the menu for the two of you.
“Peek-a peek-a-boo!”
Those words could repeatedly be heard in your car as you and Wendy’s sang your hearts out to the song. A few more minutes pass as the song ends and there is silence in the car.
“Wendy?”
“What’s up Munhee?
“I still think you should quit your job and go become a singer.”
“You know how complicated it can be trying to become one. Hearing the stories of people trying just discourages me from even trying. Plus I doubt I even have a nice voice.”
“I don’t want to hear shit about you not having a good voice. I have told you time and time again that you have a voice to make you a star.”
“I’d rather have a more realistic view on how it will probably go.”
All you can do is shake your head a bit disappointed but you understand what she is saying.
“Well no matter what I’ll always support you noona.”
You could see a small nod come from Wendy as you look in your peripheral vision. At that same time, you happen to be parking your car on the street, getting ready to go to your usual chicken spot.
The walk to the shop was quite uneventful as you both set foot in the busy restaurant. All around you can see servers running like crazy.
“Wendy, Munhee! Sit down anywhere and I will bring over your usual.”
“Thank you, Mrs.Choi!”
Seeing that your usual corner is still open, your legs bring you towards the table as you pull back the chair and let Wendy sit down. Going back to your seat you finally sit down as your body relaxes a bit in the restaurant. At that time a waitress runs over with two big mugs of beer and places them in front of the both of you.
“Thank you!”
Wendy was the first to grab the mug of beer and bring it to her face. Grabbing your own you begin to chug the beer until your mug is empty. Looking at Wendy you see she drank her whole beer already as well.
“Two more draft beers please!”
“Coming!”
Not even thirty seconds go by as the waitress brings over 2 more glasses of beer. Thanking the woman you grab your fresh mug of beer and begin to drink from it.
“Jesus. Is it me or do you just seem more stressed than usual?”
“I’ve been working on the phone advertisement so much that I barely got time to rest and when I have free time I’m going to the mall to buy things I need.”
“Ok, you have been so secretive about what it is that you will be doing that day off. Tell me.”
That serious look from earlier returns as you know this was a demand to tell her, not a request.
“Ok, Wendy I need you to not freak out when I tell you.”
“No promises now tell—“
“Here’s your chicken, you two. I threw in a few extra pieces just for you two.”
“Oh thank you, Mrs.Choi. You are always so kind to us.”
“I enjoy seeing the two of you here all the time. I will let you two eat!”
“Thank you for the meal!”
Hoping to use this as a distraction you reach for a piece of the Chicken and bite into the drumstick. The crunchiness of the skin has always been one of your fav parts of the chicken here as you continue to take bites into your meal. Taking a small glance towards Wendy you see she has also started eating but remains staring at you, waiting for an answer.
“We can be here all night, Munhee. Now tell me what it is you need time off for.”
“Ugh fine. I got a letter in the mail last week.”
“Ok and?”
As Wendy raises her glass of beer and starts to drink some, you finally tell her the news.
“It was from our high school and I got invited to the high reunion, so I’m going.”
Almost as if it was a scene from a tv sitcom Wendy spits out the drink from her mouth and spits it onto your face.
All you could do is just stand up and stare at Wendy as she ran up to you with some napkins.
“I’m so sorry!”
“It’s ok.”
With a bit of wiping you both manage to clean up the beer that got all over and sit back down.
“What do you mean you are going to the high school reunion?”
“I’m gonna go. It’s in 2 weeks and I have been getting myself a nice suit and dress shirt to go with.”
“I get what you are saying but why on earth would you ever go to the reunion? I may have been your senior in high school but I always heard of how much you got teased.”
“Well it’s 5 years later and look at me. I make enough to call myself rich so I’m sure that will account for something when I try to show off a bit.”
“Munhee, you have nothing to prove to those idiots.”
“I know I don’t, but this is for myself. I’m doing well in my life and have everything they used to make fun of me for. My older clothes and shoes, not having all the expensive things others did. I have all these things now, well almost everything.”
“What could you be missing out on?”
A sigh left your mouth as you picked up your mug of beer.
“A girlfriend.”
Just saying that sentence brought your mood down a bit so you chugged your second beer of the night quickly. Slamming the glass down you raised your hand and yelled out for another set of beers.
Another minute passes by as you munch on another piece of chicken. Wendy follows your lead and eats another piece as she seems to be a bit in thought. When the new mugs of beer appear, Wendy’s takes a sip and looks back at you.
“I’m just worried if you run into Hwan Minsu. He was the worst of them all and always showed off he was with different girls to rub it in your face.”
“Knowing him, he will be there ready to try to show off how he is doing. He came from a rich family and didn’t have to work for anything. Plus he will probably have some girl there with him.”
“Well if being made fun of for not having a partner is your worry then bring a date.”
“Ok, there is a lot wrong with that sentence. First I don’t have any girl to go with. Second, no girl would want to go on a first date to a high school reunion. Third, even if a girl did agree there is always the chance she straight up leaves me there alone.”
“Ok yes those are all real scenarios but you should still take someone. I would go with you but I have dinner with my family that night. They are visiting from Canada and don’t want to ignore them.”
“No no. I would never ask you to come when your parents are visiting. Make sure to tell them I say hi.”
“Of course but I think I have an idea of what you could do for a date to the reunion.”
Wendy then reaches back and grabs her purse and pulls out her phone. You don’t interrupt her and wait for a minute until you feel your phone vibrate. Pulling out your phone you see Wendy sent you a text to a website, Rentablelove.com
“Wendy. What did you send me?”
“Well you want to take a date so why not rent a girlfriend to play the part? I swear I saw this in a drama before and it worked.”
“Noona, that is literally a TV plot you are trying to get me to copy.”
“Well, tv writers are smart people. I mean you said you wanted a date and you can just get a great girl if you request one.”
Now the idea is stuck in your head.
“Only you, me, and the girl will know. If you are going I want you to leave satisfied that the people who teased you can’t do that anymore.”
That was the goal you were going for. Guess it didn’t take much convincing as you begin to fill out a request for a girl as you finish your meal. The questions were mostly about what type of girls you like, preferences in looks, and such. Compared to others you didn’t care about much, your only request was a dorky, shy girl.
This may seem like a weird request, but you have a reason why you asked for a girl like this. The shy dorky girls are usually the nicest. Not only that, they usually have some great Senses of humor.
“Well then Munhee, looks like you have a date then.”
“Yeah yeah. I just hope this doesn’t turn out bad for me.”
“I’m sure it will turn out ok for you. So when do you meet her?”
Finally pressing enter on your screen, you are taken to a confirmation notice that gives you the details.
“Well, it says she will come to my house in two days. I’m surprised it didn’t ask for payment yet though. All I did was put in my card information.”
“That will probably come later as you discuss with the girl what it is you need and what is required of her for this job.”
“Well, then I will see the damage when it happens.”
“I guess you will but if anything goes wrong don’t be nervous to call me for help ok?”
“I will noona. Let’s just finish our meals now, ok?”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice. Oh and you’re paying tonight since I gave you a good idea”
“Figures.”
Laughter leaves your table as you both dig back into your meals and beer. The rest of the night goes by in a flash as you drink and eat to your heart's content. After all that you both order an Uber and pass out at your own house until the next work day comes knocking.
TWO DAYS LATER
You currently found yourself in your home relaxing on the couch after your day at work. Today is the day you meet your rented girlfriend and you are nervous. On your living room table, a glass of soju can be found as well as a used shot glass. Taking hold of the soju bottle you pour yourself one more shot and drink it with no regret.
“Ok, three shots should be fine. Not a lot but plenty to loosen me up. God, why am I even doing this? Maybe I should just cancel.”
Knock knock knock
That choice was now out of the question as this was probably her. Standing up, you quickly hide the soju bottle in your cabinet and run to the kitchen and throw the glass in the sink.
Knock knock knock
Guess it’s time. Your legs shake a bit as you walk towards the door until you are right in front of it. Reaching for the door handle, you hesitate a bit but know you have kept the girl waiting long enough. Turning the knob you open the door and see a girl with a mask.
“Hi, are you Gal Munhee?”
“U-Um yes I am. Are you who I was waiting for?”
“Well, I sure hope you don’t have another girl coming over. Can I come in?”
“Yeah, please make yourself at home when you enter.”
Moving to the side the woman walks through your door, over to your living room. Closing the door, you walk over and see the woman just standing there waiting for you.
“I know you said to make myself at home but I figured an introduction should be first.”
At that time the woman begins to reach for her mask as you can’t help but admire her simple outfit, White pants with a white blouse. You also see her hair is in a bun that somehow completes the look. As the woman begins to take off her mask you look to the side a bit nervous but look back just in time to see what she looks like. What you were hit with was a surprise of a lifetime.
“SEULGI?”
“Oh, you know my name?”
“I-Um, well we went to the same high school together. You were a year my senior.”
“Oh wow, small world.”
Your heart was racing at this moment. You thought you were nervous before but seeing Seulgi took your butterflies to the next level, why? You had a massive crush on Seulgi throughout all of high school.
Kang Seulgi. The girl of everyone’s dreams. She was dorky but fun. Kind and caring but you do have to admit she was a bit of a clutz. You took plenty of similar classes as her since you were a smart kid.
As Seulgi keeps looking at you, a look of surprise hits her as she begins to gasp.
“Wait, weren't you the kid who always sat in the back of the class? You were a year younger and took harder courses than more students.”
“Um yeah, that was me.”
“Oh my god, you look so different. No more glasses, as well as a different look with your clothes as well. How have you been?!”
“Oh um, I have been ok. Just been working a lot. Why don’t we just sit down first before we talk?”
“Oh right. Silly me.”
Sitting down gets you a bit closer to Seulgi as you can admire her face. Time has done her well as her beauty somehow increased.
“So we need to catch up but I have another meeting with a client after this. This was more to get the details of what you need and such since you already have the base payment.”
“Oh well—“
You don’t even finish your sentence as you begin to think about it. People will probably recognize Seulgi so it’s best to let her know ahead of time so she can refuse to do this if she wants to.
“I- Um I need to be honest with you Seulgi. T-This is for the high school reunion I have in twelve days. I need someone to go with me and pretend to be my partner.”
“Oh wow. Well, I appreciate you telling me this ahead of time. I can still help you with that actually, I don’t mind at all.”
Hearing those words made you happy as you now had for certain, a girl to bring to the reunion.
“Thank you so much! Is there anything else I need to do for this agreement?”
“Well, we still have to sign the contract. Let me just pull it out and we will take care of that part of business.”
At that time Seulgi pulled out a lengthy document from her purse and placed it on the table. Once again you can’t help but be enamored by Seulgi’s beauty. Her eyes were always something that stood out to you when she smiled it was almost as if her eyes disappeared and with the smile she is giving you right now, you can only feel joy seeing that familiar sight.
You notice that Seulgi’s mouth is moving but you honestly are not listening, just staring.
“New document but how long do you want the contract for?”
“Yeah, one.”
Looking at Seulgi the sound of talking just passed by your ears as you continued to admire her. Your brain starts to pick up Seulgi scrolling through many of the pages till she nods and pushes the documents in front of you.
Seeing Seulgi handing you a pen, your hand just moves down to the document as you see the line to sign and do exactly that. Seulgi then signs the document as well and places it in her purse.
“Ok Munhee. The business side is mostly done. You will get an invoice for what the payment will be. As I said I have another appointment to head to so I will come by in a few days so we can start to practice for the reunion.”
“Y-Yeah. Sounds good, thank you.”
At that time Seulgi stands up and gives you a quick bow. With a bow back you walk Seulgi to the door as she walks out into the street.
“Probably be here in three days. I will call and let you know ahead of time, ok?”
“Ok.”
“It was good to see you Munhee. Have a good rest of your night.”
“You too.”
With your goodbyes said, Seulgi walks down the street a bit into a car and drives off. Going back to your living room you can’t believe it’s Seulgi who is going to pretend to be your girlfriend. Maybe luck is on your side now in life, but now you need to just wait three days until you see her again.
As the three days finally pass you find yourself having a day off, just relaxing at home. Nothing beats the feeling of relaxing in your bed after sleeping in.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Well so much for relaxing in bed for a while longer. Putting on your slippers you made your way to the front door as a slight knock started again. Opening the door you are met with a man who holds out a document.
“Hi, I’m dropping off your invoice. The payment will appear on your card in a few seconds. Have a good day.”
“Thank you.”
Closing the door, you begin to walk back towards your living room as you open the document. Your eyes shoot open as you look at the price.
KNOCK KNOCK KNO—
That third knock didn’t even get to be completed as you swung the door open quickly. Right in front of you was Seulgi, with a look of panic on her face as well.
“We need to talk now!”
With a push, Seulgi made her way into your home running towards the kitchen. The sound of your fridge opening gets your attention as you run in that direction. The sight of Seulgi chugging down a beer catches your attention as she puts down the bottle and pops open another.
“Seulgi, what the fuck was that hundred thousand dollar bill?”
A look of worry shows up on her face. Just as you are about to ask again, a yell hits your ears.
“I FUCKED UP!”
Confusion strikes at how panicked she looks at you. The anger you felt earlier is gone as you are just now concerned about your old classmate.
“Hey, Seulgi. Calm down and just talk to me. What do you mean it’s your fault?”
After taking a deep breath Seulgi looks at you and puts her purse on the table. Out of her purse emerges the document you signed a few days ago.
“This is all my fault and I’m so sorry. Look at the document you signed.”
As she pushes the forms towards you, your eyes shoot wide open reading the words on the top.
“What?”
“I’m sorry!”
The only thing running through your mind right now was those two words on top, Marriage agreement.
“S-Seulgi what is this?”
“It’s what you read, a marriage agreement.”
Pulling out the chair from the kitchen table you take a seat as Seulgi takes one as well.
“I think I need a lot more information, Seulgi.”
With a sigh, Seulgi begins to explain.
“Well ok, the morning when I was at the head office I spilled my coffee all over myself and needed to change quickly so I ran to the restroom. After I changed, they handed out our clients and documents for the day and grabbed whatever was in front of me as I was already running late due to the coffee mishap. Turns out I grabbed the wrong agreement.”
“Well- I mean I guess that could happen to anyone but that still doesn’t explain what I signed. It’s just an agreement so we can-“
“It’s not just an agreement. These agreements also work as marriage certificates and when our company CEO signs off on it the two parties who signed are married.”
“Oh so, WAIT WE ARE MARRIED THEN?”
A nod from Seulgi confirms your statement. Sure being married to Seulgi doesn’t sound bad at all but you can only imagine how she might feel right now.
“So what do we do now? How can we break the agreement?”
“Um, that’s the thing. You signed the document so fast and I had never done this with a client before so I didn’t know the clause to break this contract. Go to page two, at the bottom.”
“Dear lord.”
Those words just left your mouth before you even saw the terms but Turning over the page nearly made you faint.
“TEN MILLION DOLLARS?”
“The terms say it’s a hundred times the price you have to pay. Normally billionaires are the ones who do these kinds of agreements, that’s why it’s so expensive.”
Sure you had money in the bank being wealthy but you weren’t reaching double digits millions in your savings yet.
“I don’t have that much money.”
After you think for a bit you smile and look up towards Seulgi.
“Hey but this was only for one night you have to pretend to be my girlfriend, well I guess wife now but once the reunion is over our marriage can end.”
“Go back to page one. Go under the term length.”
Going back to page one the number one could clearly be seen but it wasn’t for one day.
“One year?”
“Turns out these agreements have a minimum of one year so when I put one they assumed it was a year.”
Everything was just overwhelming at this point. What can you even do now? The choice is obvious right now. Standing up you head to the fridge and pull out 3 packs of beer. Without even saying anything you walk over to the living room and sit down on your couch. Somehow Seulgi even knew what you intended as she got up from her seat and joined you on the couch.
Grabbing a bottle of beer you take your bottle opener and crack it open. Handing the opener to Seulgi she grabs another beer and cracks it open as well.
Time somehow passes as a couple of beer bottles can be seen empty and on the living room table. Both you and Seulgi seem a bit drunk but able to have a conversation still.
“Seulgi. I’m so sorry I got you in this situation. I should have looked at what I signed.”
“No, I should have looked at what I handed you beforehand. I mean this is my job and I messed this up so bad.”
Silence fills the room as you both are just in thought.
It might be the alcohol talking but some words just leave your mouth.
“I guess we can just be married for a year.”
Seulgi looks at you surprised and a bit confused but you proceed to keep rambling.
“We are stuck in this situation but you can just take a year off from working at that company. You can stay here with me since I have a spare room and we can just be like roommates. You still help me on the reunion and you can still get paid for this job.”
At that moment your “wife” seems to be deep in thought but smiles at you.
“You know what. Fuck it. Let’s do this.”
It’s quite shocking that she agreed to this so quickly but you are a bit happy.
“Ok then. I guess we should get to know each other more these next few days, Seulgi. I can take you to go pick some of your stuff up tomorrow ok?”
“Ok, that sounds good. For now, let’s just drink these beers and relax after this stressful day we had.”
All you could do is a nod in agreement as the two of you drink as many beers as your bodies can handle, slowly falling asleep on the couch.
The next day comes as the loud blaring from your alarm causes you to open your eyes. Pressing the snooze button on your phone, your arms wrap around the soft item in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice it was really warm. Funny enough you begin to feel a pair of arms wrap around you and hold you closer as well. It was a great feeling. Well, it was until you were confused about what you were feeling.
As you open your eyes they begin to slowly adjust to the light as you notice a figure holding on to you. With a slight headache, you finally remember the night before which was just filled with drinking. The sound of a small grunt gets your attention as Seulgi begins to wake up. Moving your hands quickly, Seulgi feels a bit of a commotion which causes her to shoot her eyes wide open.
“Um, good morning.”
“O-Oh, good morning Munhee.”
Pulling back from the embrace she had on you, Seulgi begins to stand up as she begins to feel the hangover from drinking so much. Reaching for your side table you pull out a bottle of pills for the headache. Grabbing a few pills you throw them into your mouth and then hand the bottle to Seulgi.
Walking to the kitchen you pull out a bottle of water from the fridge and take down the pills. Grabbing another bottle you hand it to Seulgi as she takes her pills as well.
“I have spare toiletries in the room you're gonna be staying in. I’ll put on a fresh pot of coffee in the meantime.”
“Sounds good, thank you.”
Giving Seulgi a nod she makes her way to her new room as you pull out your coffee and put it in the brewer. The sound of coffee being made lets you know it’s time to freshen up as you head to your room. After you do your morning routine, your legs bring you back to the kitchen and see Seulgi already drinking her cup of coffee.
“I just poured your cup. I hope you don’t mind that I started without you.”
“No no. I guess this is your home now so you should never feel sorry about doing anything here.”
“Right, my home now. Munhee, are you sure you are ok with all of this? I know we said it was fine but we were kinda drunk when we agreed.”
“Seulgi. I am one hundred percent sure about this. Plus this can be a bit of a break from that job of yours. Just help me with the reunion and you can just hang out here for a year.”
“I mean if you are sure about this then ok. I really could use a break from this job after a bit.”
You wanted to know more but you weren’t gonna push any further about why she felt like that. Either way, you could assume why.
“I guess we should get you moved in today then. I have nothing to do today so let’s go get your things from your apartment.”
“O-Oh there is no need for that. I-I can go get my stuff alone!”
“Nonsense. Let’s go right now!”
Happy to be able to help your Wife, you stood up and grabbed Seulgi excitedly. Jumping in your car you can’t help but notice the slight hesitation as she gets in. Once Seulgi sits down in the car you begin to back out of your driveway and cruise a bit on the street.
“Just enter your address on my GPS.”
Again with a bit of hesitation, Seulgi follows what you say and enters her address in the car GPS. Once the directions begin you just follow what the car told you. The car ride is just filled with silence as you just focus on driving. Another twenty minutes pass as you finally arrive in front of a small home.
Stepping out of your vehicle you see Seulgi is already walking towards her front door so you follow. As you two finally get in front of the door you feel a hand grab your arm.
“Just wait out here and I will come out with some boxes for you to help me with, ok?”
“I don’t mind go-“
“Thanks, just wait here!”
You didn’t even get to try To ask again as Seulgi unlocked her door and slammed it right in your face.
“Well, I guess I will just wait.”
To pass the time you pull out your phone and begin to go over a few emails from work to see how it’s going in the office today. As you are about to open your next email a large bang hits your ears, coming from inside Seulgi’s home. Worry fills your mind as you grab the door handle and rush in.
Looking around you can’t help but notice it’s a bit of a rundown apartment. It honestly reminded you of your home growing up. Yes, run down a bit but still looks comfy. Seeing Seulgi on the floor you rush over and see she is picking up something that broke.
“Seulgi, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, my lamp fell over and broke.”
A bit of red is on the floor as you see Seulgi cut her finger on the shards. Running over to the kitchen you grab some paper towels and happen to notice a first aid kit sitting on the kitchen table. Grabbing it you rush back over to Seulgi who is picking up the shards with a cardboard box.
“Show me your hand.”
“Oh it’s nothing, please don’t worry.”
“You are bleeding. Of course, I’m gonna worry so please show me your hand.”
As Seulgi looks at you she sees you are quite worried so she complied and gave you her hand. With one hand you held the back of hers and with another, you opened the first aid kit. From the looks of it, the supplies were running a bit low but everything you needed was there.
“Ok, I’m gonna clean it with a disinfectant wipe.”
Opening the wipe you bring it closer to her cut and begin to clean it.
“Aish that stings.”
“Something I think we can all relate to. There I’m all done with the wipe now I’ll just put a bandage on it.”
Grabbing the bandage you open the package and put it over her cut that wasn’t so bad after it got cleaned.
“I’m guessing you cut yourself often. The first aid kit seems like it’s well used.”
“I’m not sure you remember but if that Agreement story tells you anything it’s that I’m very clumsy.”
“Well, I think it’s a very cute quality on yourself.”
A small blush appears on Seulgi’s face as you wonder how you were able to say that without stuttering.
“Thank you.”
After you finish bandaging up her hand, you help Seulgi stand up and then take a look around her living room.
“This is why I didn’t want you to come in. I know this is a shitty little home compared to the one you own.”
“Do you think I’m stuck up? Seulgi, remember how I came to school? Old clothes that were ripping, everyone made fun of me for it. I would never judge someone for how their home looks or how much money they have.”
With a smile, Seulgi wraps you in her arms as you return her embrace. After a minute you pull back from the hug and see Seulgi’s watery eyes.
“How about we finish packing and then go get something to eat?
Once you receive a nod from her, the two of you continue to pack her things and load them into your vehicle. Seulgi now seems much more relaxed as the two of you drive into the city.
“Any idea what you want to eat?”
Let’s just pick up some fast food and go back home with it. I still need to unpack all my things.”
“Sounds good”
Driving to the nearest McDonald’s, you make your way to the drive-thru and order a variety of different items. After paying and grabbing your items you continue your journey back home, finally pulling into your driveway.
“Ok, the passcode to enter is 7524. You can bring the food into the kitchen and then you help me bring in the boxes.”
“Got it!”
Picking up the food, Seulgi makes her way over to your front door and inputs the passcode, opening the door. As she heads in, you manage to grab two of the five boxes and head towards the front door. At that time Seulgi comes back out and heads to the car to grab boxes. After dropping off the boxes in her room Suelig enters and does the same. With one last trip, you get the final box and place it in her room.
“Well with that out of the way, LETS EAT!”
A cheer from Seulgi lets you know she’s on board with that. Arriving at the kitchen table, you both sit down and begin to pull out all the different food you ordered. The sound of crunching is all that can be heard from the crispy fries you got. Maybe this is a good time to talk about the reunion.
“Seulgi. Maybe we should get information on each other so we can prepare for the reunion.”
“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I guess I will start talking about myself if you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead.”
“Well, this will be my cover-up story. Went to Seoul university and graduated as a business major and now work in a bank in the city.”
“Ok well, I went to A smaller college in the city just called Royal university. Unlike its name, it was a small and rundown building. It wasn’t the best but I managed to get my degree in graphic design. After school ended some of my professors who had connections to the tech industry showed off some of my work to a major tech company and they hired me because of their recommendation. With a bit of time, I made my way as one of the head supervisors in the company for the design division. That’s all that has happened to me in those years. I’ve been rambling a lot right? I’m sorry for the information overload.”
“No no. The more information the better. I have such a basic story because when we meet with our former classmates it’s all gonna be about you. I want to keep the focus on you and how you are doing in life.”
“Oh ok. Then how did we meet since we weren’t at the same college?”
“Easy, you walked into my bank to do some business. We recognized each other and decided to catch up as I was just about to get off work. Then we go with the typical butterflies filling both of our stomachs and you asked me on a date. After a year and a half of dating, we decided to move to the next step and got married at a courthouse. That will help explain if people ask for wedding photos.”
“Wow, for not doing the whole marriage agreement thing before you are pretty good at it.”
“Well, it’s the same when people ask for you to pretend to be their girlfriend. You need to come up with a story.”
“I see. So now that we got the big information out of the way I’m curious, how did you get into this line of work.”
The smile Seulgi had before disappeared as she looked down.
“It all started with the death of my parents, a car accident.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok. With the passing of my parents, I no longer had someone to pay for my college tuition. I had never gone for scholarships and such so I had to drop out. With time I lost the house and everything else. Desperate for money I went looking for jobs in all places but most people didn’t want to hire a college dropout.”
“The world can be so stupid like that. There are plenty of hard-working people willing to learn if you just let them.”
“Yeah, I know. As time went by I was looking for any source of income and one day I ran into an old school senior. Do you remember Irene?”
“Yeah, I do actually. Kinda short but had quite the temper?”
“Yep, that's her. Turns out she had a friend who ran the company that I’m at now. When she told me about what I would be doing I was weirded out but needed money. With hesitation, I went to the company and joined. Sure the pay wasn’t the best but enough to be able to start my life again. Time went by and I finally got a raise so we are getting there but still not a lot.”
“I see. I’m so sorry all this happened to you. Life can be a juggle. You never really know where you will end up later on in life.”
“Yeah. And listen I just want to say I’m grateful for you taking care of me for a year. I promise I’m gonna help take care of the home and such when you go to work. I guess I’ll be a good housewife.”
“You don’t need to call yourself a housewife, Seulgi.”
“Well, we are married so that’s what I am. Also, I think we should get used to calling each other husband and wife and maybe some nicknames.”
“Oh um sure s-sweetie.”
The blush on her face becomes apparent as she smiles back at you.
“Sure h-honey.”
Continuing to eat your meal the two of you finally finished your lunch. Out of nowhere, a thought comes to mind about something you both need.
“We forgot rings.”
Seulgi’s eyes shoot open as she runs to you.
“We need to go get rings. Screw unpacking, let's go!”
Knowing this is important, you left all the trash on your table and ran out to your car. Hoping in, you both made it downtown to the nearest jewelry store. Stepping out of the car, Seulgi runs up to you and grabs your hand.
“Um, I thought we were gonna get cheap fake rings?”
“Oh no. I’m getting my wife a proper ring, now let's go.”
Pulling Seulgi, you enter the jewelry store and are quickly met with an employee.
“Hi, I’m Joy. Can I help you two?”
“Yes my wife and I got married at a courthouse but we were so happy about it that we forgot to buy rings. Could you help us get our rings?”
“Oh of course! Congratulations first of all. Now for your wife, is there anything specific you want to give her as the ring itself? The band after will just be matching with your own.”
“Well, my wife doesn’t like big flashy things so something with a simplistic design would be great.”
You knew Seulgi would hate it if you got her a big flash ring from just that conversation outside so you figured just something to clearly state she was taken.
“I have the perfect ring for you. It’s a brand new ring that we just got. Follow me.”
Making your way over to a counter, Joy then gets behind the employee area and pulls out a ring, and puts it on the display case.
“As you can see it’s a nice silver band around with a big diamond on top. At both sides of the band, you find two smaller gems, making it look a bit different than other rings yet keeping a simplistic design.”
“May she try it on?”
“Of course!”
Picking up the ring, Seulgi then raises her hand as you put the ring on her wedding finger. It must have been destiny as the ring was a perfect fit.
“What do you think, s-sweetie?”
“It’s perfect. It’s just perfect.”
“Yeah, I think this will be good. Could we just get some matching silver bands joy?”
“Certainly.”
Ten minutes pass as you get your ring size taken and find the perfect pair of bands. After paying three thousand dollars for all the rings, you say your thanks to joy and head back to your car wearing the new accessories.
“Thank you for the beautiful ring. I know it was expensive but it means a lot.”
“I told you I would take care of you and I will. Plus it’s an important part of the story. It might take a bit of getting used to wearing but I’m sure it will become normal.”
“Yeah, I’m sure too. Now let’s head home so I can unpack.”
“Sounds good Seul.”
You take a glance at Seulgi to see if she’s ok with you calling her that famous smile of hers to let you know it’s fine.
A couple of days passed as you currently found yourself at work. Sitting down in the break room you pull out your lunch, ready to eat the basic sandwich you always pack but you are hit with a surprise. Inside your lunch box are little containers with rice and a variety of foods.
“What the. I didn’t pack all this.”
Inside the containers was a little note. As you pick it up you can see what is written on it.
I packed you lunch honey. Enjoy! From S
A smile fills your face seeing the effort Seulgi went through.
“Who’s S?”
The sudden voice you hear from behind causes you to jump in your seat. Looking over your shoulder you see it’s Wendy. As you hide the note Wendy begins to pull out all of the things from your lunch box.
“What the hell? Where did all of this come from? Where is your plain sandwich you always eat?”
“Ok, why are you pulling my lunch out? And second, it’s none of your business.”
A shooting pain goes throughout your body as you feel Wendy pull on your ear.
“Yah! Respect your noona and tell me who packed this for you!”
“Ok ok ok Seulgi!”
A sense of relief hits you as Wendy lets go of your ear, but the loud yell that leaves her mouth makes you jump once again.
“Seulgi? I only know of one Seulgi and it’s my old friend from high school who you had a massive crush on.”
“Ok, so when the girl I hired on the website came to my home it was Seulgi.”
“Holy shit! That’s crazy. So she’s gonna be your girlfriend at the reunion?”
“Noona this story just gets crazier. Do you remember how much of a klutz Seulgi is? Well, she brought the wrong documents to sign at our meeting and we accidentally got married.”
“MARRIED!?”
“Thank god I take a late lunch. Yes, we got married. Long story short it’s for a year and she is staying with me at my home. Once the year is up we will part ways.”
The room fills with silence for a minute until Wendy speaks up again.
“That's a lot to take in but are you gonna let her go after a year? I’m one hundred percent sure you will fall deeper in love with her than before.”
“Yeah well, I can’t force her to stay with me after a year. I’m just gonna enjoy my time with her. She’s been great to get to know more.”
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt but I trust you. And who knows? Maybe she ends up falling for you as well.”
“That’s very unlikely but thanks for the support. Now let’s eat, I’m starving.”
Opening your lunch, you begin to take small bites out of your food. You can’t help but admire how delicious Your wife’s food is. After eating your food and enjoying your small chats with Wendy you returned to work, slowly closing in on your reunion.
The next few days go by as you continue to bond with Seulgi. It’s almost as if you two were meant to find each other later in life with how much you enjoy each other’s time.
JULY 3rd
It’s finally the night of your high school reunion. Nervous is the only term you can use to describe how you’re feeling currently. With a quick motion, you put on your suit jacket and stand in front of the mirror. Trying to keep a more cool look you decided not to put on a tie, but still have a suit to look professional.
Happy with your look, you walk out of your room and get to Seulgi’s door.
“Knock knock knock
“Hey Seul, are you almost ready?”
“Yeah Munhee! Just wait in the living room and I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Ok”
Heading to the living room, you begin to go over everything you have learned about Seulgi so you won’t mess up tonight. A squeak from a door gets your attention as you look down the hallway. A figure gets closer and closer as you are met with the beauty that is Seulgi.
The top part of her dress was a white color, with a small hole near the bottom of her cleavage. The bottom of her dress was a solid black. It was a bit short but helped show off her smooth legs.
You couldn’t say anything seeing how beautiful Seulgi was.
“So what do you think? I hope you like it.”
“A-Are you kidding me? I don’t think I have ever seen a more beautiful woman in my life.”
With a smile and blush on her face, Seulgi gets closer to you and begins to fix up your suit a bit.
“Thank you, Honey. I guess we should get going. We don’t want to be late do we?”
“No, we don’t s-sweetie. After you please.”
Following behind Seulgi you exit your home and get into your vehicle. The entire ride was spent with the two of you going over information about each other and your backstory. A good twenty-five minutes pass as you finally arrive at your former school. The parking lot can be seen filled with the vehicles of former students, ready for their reunion.
Parking your car, you turn off the engine and step out. Running to the passenger door, your hand pulls on the handle and opens it. Extending out your hand, Seulgi grabs it and steps out with your assistance.
“Thank you, honey. Are you ready?”
“I mean as ready as anyone can be heading to their high school reunion. Standing near the school is causing my heart to race. I guess I’m just wondering if I can do this.”
“Munhee. We have been practicing for this moment for the past few days. Not only that but you are an amazing person whose life has turned out great. Don’t be nervous. I’m here with you.”
Hearing Seulgi say she’s with you helps the nerves in your stomach relax a bit. Guess it’s time to head in. With a nod towards Seulgi, you extend your arm as Seulgi hooks her own with it.
The walk to the front door of the school feels like it took an hour, but in reality, it was only a minute. The doors to the school were wide open as the two of you stepped through. The faint echo of music is the first thing you pick up, along with the yellow and blue drawings on the walls. It’s five years later and this place does look the same.
“I guess this place doesn’t change huh?”
“You must have read my mind. I was thinking the same thing.”
Seeing a small table with a woman waiting, the two of you made your way over.
“Hi, welcome to the reunion for the alumni of the year 2017. May I know your name to check you in?”
“Yes, my name is Gal Munhee.”
“Gal Munhee.”
Looking down at her Clipboard, the woman the. Nods her head and looks back up at you.
“Ok, I found you on the list. You can make your way to the Gymnasium where the event will be held. I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you.”
With a quick bow, you commence your walk over to the gym. Each step closer and closer causes you to shake a bit. Can you do this? That question got a quick answer as you felt a hand grab your own.
“You got this. I’m here with you ok?”
Those words helped as you stepped closer and closer. With one quick motion, you open the door as the loud music hits your ears. Walking inside shows you the gym filled with balloons and decorations all around.
Despite the loud music, the sound of laughter and chatter is apparent as you see all of your former classmates just interacting. After a few moments, you begin to feel some stares toward you and your wife. Not wanting to be rude you looked around and gave everyone who was staring at you a quick nod as you got to your seat.
The name tag sitting on the table helped you recognize where you needed to sit, so you did exactly that. As the two of you sit down you can’t help but look around the table and see who else is going to be sitting with you. Most of the names were people who had just seen in passing, but one stood out.
From behind, you heard the sound of the voice of the person you were most nervous to see. You didn’t even bother to turn around as a figure stood right next to you.
Looking forwards, you saw the rest of the people sitting at your table take their seats as the figure just stood next to you.
“Gal Munhee. Where have I heard that name before?”
You know you can’t delay it any longer so you stood up and faced the man. Hwan Minsu was your main tormentor throughout all of high school.
“Minsu. How are you?”
“I’m sorry I just don’t seem to remember who you are.”
“Well, maybe it’s the fact I don’t have glasses anymore. I’m also taller than before. I don’t know if you sure knew who I was years ago in Ms. Kim’s math class.”
At that moment your former bully’s eyes shoot wide open as he begins to laugh.
“Now I remember you. The dorky kid who always had harder classes. We somehow had a math class together, not sure how but yeah I remember you. Guys, don’t you all remember my doormat?”
Hearing the term doormat caused the people at the table to all nod as they began to remember you through that name.
“Yeah, that was me.”
“Well, you sure look different. What happened to the dorky look? It suited you.”
Anger was the main sentiment you felt as you said that. You could almost punch this man here and now.
“I grew out of it.”
“Yah Minsu. That's enough. I’m sorry Munhee, my name is Heejin and I am Minsu’s wife.”
As Heejin extended her arm, you extended your own and shook it. The sound of a chair squeaking gets your attention as a figure stands next to you. The smell that hits your nose helps you recognize your wife.
“Hi there Heejin, I’m Munhee’s wife Seulgi.”
It isn’t till Seulgi said her name that the whole table recognizes her now.
“What? Kang Seulgi? Our senior? How did you end up with him?”
A scowl starts to form on your wife’s mouth as she hears Minsu’s question. All around the sound of murmurs begins as they all begin to recognize you and Seulgi.
“Why don’t we all sit down and talk about how it’s been for each other?”
“That sounds fantastic. Let’s sit Minsu.”
Sitting down the whole table faces you, ready to hear your story.
“Well, Seulgi and I ended up meeting at her workplace. She works at a bank where I went to do business. She ended up helping me as her last customer of the day but something just sparked at that moment. I asked her to go get a coffee since her shift was done and she said yes. A year and a half later we ended up getting married.”
“Awe, that's so sweet!”
You give a quick smile towards Heejin who has been very nice to you so far.
“Let’s see a wedding photo.”
Hearing that question so aggressively from Minsu made you nervous but Seulgi responded quickly.
“We got married at a courthouse. We didn’t want anything extravagant so we just did it there.”
A small whisper from the other end of the table gets your attention but you can hear what the guy said.
“Probably too broke to even afford a wedding.”
You give the man an angry look as you begin to speak again.
“No, I'm not broke. We just didn’t want a big wedding.”
“My dear husband is one of the head directors of the graphic design team at the top tech company in the country.”
A look of shock hits all of the people at the table as they hear where you work.
“One million a year is pretty good. If I say so myself.”
Most of the men at the table suddenly look down embarrassed. If they are gonna try to embarrass you, you will do it back to them. The only man at the table who didn’t even react to the amount you made was Minsu.
“Not bad but I make nearly ten a year.”
He had you beat on how much your annual income but you still managed to show off how well you are in life so far.
A sudden screech from the speakers gets everyone's attention as someone stands on the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Seoul Regional high reunion for the alumni of 2017!”
Claps and cheers fill the room as the woman on stage waits.
“If you don’t remember me my name is Hasuel and I was your student body president for all four years. On behalf of the school and faculty, we are all honored to have you return to the school and meet up with all of your friends.”
Huh, friends. That’s really funny.
“Now we need to have a big round of applause for a certain someone who helped make this whole event happen. Mr. Hwan Minsu!”
The cheers this time are very apparent but the most noise comes from all of his former friends scattered around the gym.
“Mr. Hwan paid for all the food for this event as well as a DJ so you can dance your hearts out, so please make sure to say your thanks. Now all of your meals will be handed out to all of you so please just hold on a bit and get ready to fill your belly!”
Almost like it was timed, the room fills with waiters who bring food to all of the tables. It only takes three minutes for every person to receive a plate of food. A whole lobster was on the plate with various sides to complement the shellfish.
The sound of cracking becomes apparent as the entire place begins to dig into their lobsters. Following everyone’s lead, you begin to eat your food, enjoying the various flavors from the shellfish and sides.
As delicious as the food was, you almost had the entire meal ruined just hearing Minsu brag to every person who came to talk to him. A sour look was apparent on your face until you felt a like on your cheek. As you look at Seulgi, your face relaxed and showed how happy you were to just be in her presence.
“Yeah he’s bragging a lot but you still managed to show that you have a wife and a nice life. That is all you needed to do to show you are ahead and happy with your life. Ignore all his talk.”
“Thank you, sweetie.”
At that time a tap on the mic got everyone's attention as Hasuel stood back on the stage.
“I hope you all enjoyed your meals. Now we figured it would be a fun little game to see how everyone is doing after high school so we will do almost like superlatives segments. I will say raise your hand if you have kids already and other things like that and then we will come over and you will talk about it a bit, ok?”
With a nod from the crowd, Hasuel began to ask various questions, ranging from if you had children to if you were still in school. You hadn’t heard a question that applied to your own life so you just sat there until finally, it was your turn.
“Who here married their high school crush?”
You had no intention of standing up until you heard a yell next to you. Looking to the side you see it’s from Minsu.
“He did! The guy right next to me!.”
If you were a turtle you would have jumped into your shell at that moment. You had no time to react as a microphone was put in your hand and you had to speak.
“Well then. Let’s hear your name first!”
You could have sworn you were about to run away until your wife stood next to you and grabbed your hand. You could see she was a bit shocked at what she heard but she knew you needed help. Taking the mic from your hand Seulgi then steps forward and smiles.
“Hi. My husband can be a bit shy so I guess I will share our story. His name is Gal Munhee and I am Gal Seulgi, formerly Kang Seulgi’s before we got married.”
Everyone seemed shocked when they heard Seulgi’s name as they instantly recognized her.
“Wasn’t she the girl who didn’t date anyone?
“Everyone would always confess to her and she rejected them.”
Wait. Wasn’t Gal Munhee the loser who had no friends? How did he marry her?”
You could almost swear you saw a hint of anger in Seulgi’s eyes as she heard some of the statements.
“Me and my dear husband met again at the bank I work at when he was my last client. He asked me for coffee after our business was concluded and I saw how nice and good-looking he was so I said yes. A year and a half later we got married and have been together ever since.”
“Awe, that's so sweet! I’m glad the two of you ended up with each other then. Thank you for your response on behalf of your husband. Now onto the next statement.”
You couldn’t even hear what the next question/statement was as you felt so embarrassed that Seulgi now knows you liked her in high school. Minsu must have remembered how nervous you were around her always and how you looked at her.
You couldn’t even face Seulgi right now. So without saying anything you stood up and ran out of the gym. The faint sound of clicking could be heard behind you but the faster you ran, the less you heard it.
Your legs almost by instinct brought you to the library, your safe place back in your school days. Sitting down in your corner brought back all the memories of things you felt through your years here. They may have been shitty but they helped you become who you are today.
A few minutes passed as the silence heard through the library was interrupted but the sound of a door closing.
“Munhee!? Are you in here?”
You could already recognize Seulgi’s voice but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more as you just sat in silence. Seulgi’s calls for you continued from various parts of the library. Soon she started to her closer and closer, and just as she was near you the door closed once again.
“Munhee? Is that you?”
The sound of running was heard as Seulgi made her way towards the door, but a sound you didn’t want to hear hit your ears.
“Ah, I was wondering where you went to Seulgi.”
“Oh, Minsu. I’m just looking for my husband.”
"I see. I mean you should just leave him alone for now. He seemed embarrassed just like when something happened in this place.”
“Well, you didn’t need to shout out for people to hear he had a crush on me before.”
“Oh come on! He shouldn’t care about that. Plus when he has a smoking hot wife like you, I would be glad to flaunt you to my classmates.”
Standing up from your spot you began to sneak closer to the voices and see Seulgi and Minsu near the entrance of the library.
“You know Seulgi. I asked you out back In our school days but you said no. Do you ever imagine what could have happened between us if you had said yes?”
“No, and I don’t care at all. I just want to find my husband so please leave me alone.”
Just as Seulgi tried to push her way through the door, Minsu grabbed her arm.
“Come on Seulgi. Why don’t you stay here with me instead? Your husband isn’t here and my wife isn’t here. Let’s have a little fun.”
“Let go of me!”
You aren’t even sure when your legs started moving but before you knew it, your fist hit Minsu’s face. As Minsu hit the ground, you checked on your wife and she seemed a bit surprised to see you.”
“Seulgi? Are you ok?”
“Um yeah. Thank you Munhee.”
“You piece of shit!”
A hit to the stomach Made you fall back as Minsu stood in front of you pissed off.
“Looks like I’m still gonna need to teach a nerd a lesson years later.”
Hearing him talk to you like that should have made you scared but when he hurts the girl you love, you planned on making sure to fight him properly.
Attempting to stand up, you are quickly tackled to the ground by Minsu as he raises his fist to hit you across the face. Unlike your younger years, you aren’t sédenles anymore so you brought your hands up and blocked the hit. Rolling your body to the side you raised your hand and returned the punch to the gut you got from him earlier. Taking advantage of this you proceeded to punch Minsu in the face, leaving him bruised.
At that time you heard the door open and footsteps near you but you wanted to keep hitting him Before you could get another hit off you felt a hand grab your own.
“Munhee, I'm ok. Please stop. His wife is here watching.”
One glance to the side showed you Heejin, standing there watching. You didn’t want her to see her Husband get hit so you got off him and stood up.
“I’m sorry Heejin he-“
“Oh no I heard everything. I followed behind him when he said he was gonna go looking for you. I heard all of what he said to your wife and put his hands on her. I would have let you hit him more for trying to cheat on me. But hey I got some interesting information for you to hear. Minsu is broke. His family made a risky business move and they lost everything. He just borrowed a shit ton of money from old friends to try to show off. You are doing better in life than him. Be proud of that Munhee.”
You honestly did feel proud as you heard how he ended up after high school
“Now go ahead. I’ll look after this idiot. I’m sorry he put his hands on you Seulgi.”
“No no, it’s ok. I think we are gonna head home now. I left you my number so if you ever need to chat just call me.”
With a nod, Heejin made her way over to her husband who was just laying there embarrassed of what just happened to him.
“Let’s go home, Munhee. I think we need to talk.”
“Y-Yeah let’s go.”
Following behind your wife you both made your way back to the parking lot and walked to your car. Pulling out your keys you were ready to drive until Seulgi stole the keys from your hand.
“I’m driving. Get in the passenger seat.”
You weren’t about to argue with her so you just compiled and got in the seat. The drive back home was just silent. All you were doing is going over in your head how Seulgi would hate you for being so aggressive and keep a secret about how you liked her before you even got married. Maybe she will think you planned on getting her stuck with you when you signed the agreement.
The sound of the engine turning off gets your attention as you see you are in front of your home.
“Come on. Let’s go treat that bruise on your knuckles.”
The pain through your hand was starting to show as you winced when she touched it. Walking inside your home you saw Seulgi point at the living room, so you went to wait there. A minute passes and Your wife walks in with an ice pack and some sort of cream.
“Being a klutz I have had my fair share of bruises and trust me when I say this freak works miracles.”
Sitting down at your side, Seulgi then grabs your hand and begins to apply the cream. You wince a bit at the feeling but relax a bit as time passes. Once your hand has the cream applied, Seulgi then puts the ice pack on top and lets it rest for a bit.
Awkwardness could be felt between the two of you until you both speak at the same time. Noticing this, you both laugh a bit until You feel confident enough to talk to her.
“Seul. I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I’m not sure what came over me.”
“To be honest it was a bit scary seeing you be so mad but at the same time, you helped me get out of a dangerous situation. Sure you went a bit overboard but all I can do is thank you for helping me.”
A sense of relief hits your body as you hear Seulgi isn’t scared of you.
“So how long was your crush on me?”
There was the other part of the conversation you knew was coming. Better to just be honest.
“About two and a half years. When we first met in your chemistry class.”
“I don’t remember much from that time. All I did was focus on my studies to make my parents proud. I’m sorry about that.”
“No, don't be. I was just the kid in the back who just admired you from afar. The more I saw how kind you were to others and such the more I fell for you.”
A smile forms on Seulgi’s face as she moves a bit closer to you.
“While we are on the matter of admiring I need to confess that’s what I have been doing for the past few weeks. You are doing so well in life but you don’t want to show off. The only time you did was to the classmates who treated you badly and no one can argue with wanting to do that. Here I am a broke girl who has done nothing with her life but you still took care of me like I was your wife. I couldn’t help but start to fall for you myself.”
Hearing that Seulgi started to like you as well made your heart nearly explode. Looking into Seulgi’s eyes you began to draw your face closer to hers. A bit nervously Seulgi got closer to you as well until your lips were just inches away.
“Stop me if you don’t want me to.”
The complete opposite happened as you felt Seulgi grab your shoulders and pull you in for the kiss. At first, the kiss is very tame, just on the lips. As time went by your hands reached for Your wife's waist as you picked her up from the couch. A small Yelp leaves her mouth as you begin to walk towards your bedroom.
Walking inside you dropped Seulgi on top as she began to laugh and look at you with a lustful look. Laying down on top of Seulgi you attached your lips to hers once again, but gone was the timid guy kissing his crush. You had every intention of making her fully yours tonight. Mark her as your wife for real.
Pushing your tongue forward in the kiss, you enter her mouth and begin to wrestle with hers. Quickly you assert your dominance as she submits and lets you enjoy the confines of her mouth.
After some time you both pull back from the kiss gasping for air, but still craving more. Your lips move to her neck as you begin to pamper it with small kisses and bites. Little moans leave Seulgi’s mouth as you continue to work down her neck.
Moving your hands down, you begin to pull up on her dress. Your beloved understanding of what you want to do raises her body as you yank the dress off of her body, leaving her in just her matching white undergarments. Your kisses continue to live down her body as you begin to pull off your jacket.
With the help of Seulgi’s your jacket leaves your body as the air begins to hit your chest from the buttons of your shirt being undone. As the last button gets removed, you tear off your shirt and reach down for your pants.
At an almost superhuman speed, you unbuckle your pants and begin to pull them down. Soon you are left in just your underwear, almost the same as your wife. Leaning back down to kiss Seulgi, you are met with a surprise as you get flipped on your back and Seulgi jumps on top of you.
A smirk appears on her face as she begins to give small kisses down your chest to your waist getting closer to your underwear. With a forceful pull, Seulgi removes your remaining clothes showing your erect cock to her. You were harder than you have ever been before. The sudden sensation of a hand around your Penis causes you to twitch a bit. A giggle leaves your wife’s mouth as she looks up at you.
“Fuck this thing is huge. To think my husband was hiding such a nice cock. Let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks.”
A sudden flick to your tip from Seulgi’s tongue causes you to moan a bit. You are almost embarrassed at the sound that leaves your mouth but Seulgi doesn’t mind at all. A wet sensation begins to move around your length as Seulgi begins to lick up and down your dick.
“Fuck Seulgi.”
“Oh, that’s just the beginning.”
You didn’t even have time to respond as you felt Your wife’s mouth around your tip. At first, all you feel is small sucks which feels great. Then the sudden sensation of you moving down her throat nearly makes you cum. Moving your hands to her head you help her keep a slow pace as she moves her mouth up and down on your cock.
The slow pace is amazing and lets you make sure you don’t cum quickly, but Seulgi had other ideas. Soon you feel your wife bob her head on your rod faster and faster causing you to begin to shake. As Seulgi moves deeper and dapper on your cock, you know you are close to cumming.
“Seulgi, sweetie I’m gonna cum.”
Taking that as an invitation, Seulgi moves her head as fast as possible on your cock making your peak arrive. You couldn’t even warn her as you began to shoot your load into her mouth. Five shots of your cum quickly fill up her mouth as you finally come down from your high. Pulling your dick out of her mouth, Seulgi then opens her mouth wide and shows you the semen just in there. Closing her mouth, your wife then takes a few gulps and opens her mouth again, showing you she drank it all.
“Fuck Seulgi. That was amazing.”
“That cock is fucking amazing.”
“Well you had something to eat but I think it’s time for me to eat you.”
Laying back down on your bed, you open Seulgi’s legs and begin to give them small kisses. Your hands reach back up for her underwear this time as you pull them down. In front of you is Seulgi's nicely shaved pussy that's glistening.
You didn’t even give It a second thought as you have her lips a sudden lick. Not that familiar with Seulgi’s body, you begin to give her pussy small licks and see how she responds. Small moans leave your wife’s mouth but you knew you needed to do more to help her achieve an orgasm.
A large gasp leaves Seulgi’s mouth as you push two of your fingers into her pussy. In a slow motion, you begin to fuck her pussy with your fingers. Wanting to test something out you begin to build up a bit of speed and wait to see how she responds.
“Fuck. Faster!”
Fulfilling Seulgi’s wishes you begin to move your hand faster causing her walls to clench a bit on your fingers. Spreading apart her lips with your other hand you notice her little nub just there without any attention. You soon rectify that by licking her clit repeatedly. The moans and swearing continue to grow as the speed from both your tongue and finger continue to increase.
Soon her walls begin to clench harder and harder around your fingers as Seulgi begins to yell. With all the energy you have left in your hand you fucked her as fast as possible until a rush of Fluids hit your face. Not wanting to waste any of her juices you begin to drink it all, enjoying the west nectar that left your wife’s body.
Letting your wife relax a bit, you proceed to give her neck small kisses for nice again until you hear a laugh from her.
“Fuck that was good.”
Raising her body a bit, Seulgi then unhooked her bra and showed you her beautiful breasts. They weren’t the biggest but you loved every part of her. Without hesitation, you brought your mouth to her nipple and began to suck on it. The sound of moans filled the room once more as you aggressively sucked on her nipple. Moving your attention to her left breast you continued your assault on her nipple as she reached down for your cock, stroking you hard once more.
As your cock begins to throb once more you feel a warm breath on your ear as Seulgi speaks up.
“Fuck your wife’s pussy honey.”
Those five words were the hottest thing you have ever heard and you had every intention of doing what she said. Lining your length up with her lips you begin to push your rod into her cavern slowly, meeting a bit of resistance.
Stopping for a bit, you look at Seulgi as she gives you a nod telling you to continue. Pushing the rest of your length into her pussy, you are met with the tightest sensation you had ever felt around your shaft.
“So tight!”
“Look who’s talking. You’re massive. Start slowly.”
Not wanting to hurt your wife you pulled back on your hips and pushed back into her walls slowly, letting her adjust to your length. A few minutes of this repeated motion helps Seulgi get used to your cock.
“Harder.”
That’s all you needed to hear as you began to move a bit faster. The repeated motion of your cock entering and exiting her pussy caused the two of you to begin to moan more and more as the speed continued. Once you felt you were at a constant speed your hand moved down to her lips as you reached for her clit. Finding it, you begin to rub it and a circular motion as you felt her walls rub your length more and more.
Picking up speed with your hand, you rubbed her clit faster and faster until the panting from Seulgi got your attention. Known if she was close you moved your hip faster in turn with your hand on her clit. The loud yells and shaking from her body let you know your wife has reached her peak once more.
The way her pussy was massaging your cock nearly made you cum at that moment but you had one more position you wanted to fuck Seulgi in. Unlike last time, Seulgi quickly looked at you and smiled, kissing you on the lips once more.
“I think it’s your turn to cum honey. How do you want me?”
You already knew how.
“Turn around. Let me see that ass of yours.”
With a smirk, Seulgi hopped off your dick as she got on all fours. In front of you was one of the greatest asses you had ever seen in your life, and it was yours.
“This is such an amazing ass. You have no idea the times I admired it.”
“Well, you can do more than admire it. Fuck me from behind.”
In one swift motion, you shoved your length back into Seulgi’s pussy. Your wife was finally used to your cock and began to fuck herself without any warning. Both of your hands move to her waist as you grab hold of it tightly. The speed at which you began to fuck Seulgi was unnatural, but somehow you just continued. As your right hand let go of her waist you raised it and slapped her ass a bit aggressively. For a moment you were nervous it might have been too hard but as Seulgi looks back you see that deadly smirk once more, letting you know to keep on.
The slaps on her ass continued as you thrust nonstop into her cavern.
“FUCK. KEEP GOING!”
Wanting to move as fast as possible you grab hold of her waist again with your right hand and increase your speed. Your orgasm is approaching, and Seulgi can tell as well.
“I’m gonna cum! Where?”
“In me! Let’s cum together.”
Hearing Seulgi tells you to cum in her gave you a final boost of energy as you gave it your all; fucking her pussy with all you had left. The yell that left your wife’s mouth nearly left you deaf, but her walls trying to milk you took all your attention as you began to shoot your load into her snatch.
You aren’t quite sure how long your peak lasted as you fell on top of your wife just breathing heavily. A few minutes pass as you look towards Seulgi and she looks toward you. The smile on her face causes you to return one. Your lips meet hers as you kiss her full of love.
Pulling back from your kiss you just stare at Seulgi, happy.
“Well. That was something.”
“Yeah, it was. Do you regret it?”
“Hell no. I had fun and the love I felt for you was just amazing.”
“Because I do love you Seulgi. I know we have only been married for a few weeks and not because you wanted to get married to me but I plan on making you the happiest woman on earth for the rest of this year. I’m hoping that by the end of this you will want to stay with me too.”
With a small kiss on your lips, Seulgi then rests her head on your chest.
“I guess only time will tell but I hope I learn to love you as you love me.”
Slowly you both begin to shut your eyes and drift off into sleep.
One year later
It was a common day. The sun was shining and the temperature outside was just right. Currently, in a park, a couple could be seen pushing a stroller together and sitting down on a bench.
“Munhee, Seulgi!”
Looking to the side you saw Wendy running over with what seems to be a little plush toy.
“Hi, Wendy. Is that for the little one?”
“No, it’s for you. Yes, it’s for your daughter.”
Walking past the two of you, Wendy proceeds to get to eye level with your child and hand them the plushie.
“There you go, Yerim. Just for you from your favorite aunt.”
The sound of your daughter laughing filled your heart with joy as you looked over at your wife. The same smile that was seen on your face was on hers as well.
“So Seulgi, Munhee. Have you guys noticed it’s been over a year now since the agreement was signed?”
“Oh, we noticed. We just didn’t care. Not when we are happy with the little family we have now.”
All you could do is nod with your wife’s statement as you strongly agreed with her.
“Yeah, I figured it would end like this, and I’m happy. Anyways let’s go eat, I’m starving!”
“Sounds good. Let’s go, sweetie.”
“Yes, let's go honey.”
“Gesh and I thought I could get sappy.”
Standing up from the park bench the four of you commenced your walk in search of food.
It might have been a weird and strange situation you both got put into, but you wouldn't change anything that happened ever.
A/N 2- So yeah i might have dragged it out a bit but i hope you enjoyed. I had a friend ask for this fic nonstop so i hope it lived it this his expectations. im not sure what i will work on next. i have to get back to work on my wattpad book but i will probbaly drop some quckies for the TSR series. Until then thank you again for reading, sorry for typos and see you next time.
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Ch 11: Forest Grinding
Credits to @midnightdancingsol for helping with the editting
After travelling about one hour from the town of Shoshinsha, you arrived at the entrance of the forest which, according to Irene, contained some monsters that provided more experience without being too difficult. You drew both your swords and took point as you both entered the forest.
You looked around the area. It was filled with trees, most were non-flowering but there were occasionally ones that had fruits on them. Besides the trees, there were also boulders, most of which had moss on them of various degrees. You were expecting the forest to be quiet but you heard the sounds of humans and fighting coming deeper from the forest.
You walked cautiously, not sure of what to expect when you suddenly felt your footstep on something humped. As you pull your leg back, a meter-long centipede reared up getting ready to strike. It charged toward you with its pincer but luckily you managed to react in time and used your pair of swords to intercept its charge stopping its momentum. You struggled as it tried to force its pincers down now that you were stuck in the middle. You racked your brain for a solution and tried to lower your body below arm level.
The monster noticed this but it was still being held back by your swords. Suddenly, it separates its pincers again causing you to lose your footing due to the sudden change in pressure as it tries to lunge at you again but this time, you got lucky as you tripped backwards narrowly avoiding the monster as it went above you. You quickly used this opportunity to get your footing and while it had its back turned towards you, charged towards it and got a good hit on its carapace with your right sword.
As it recoiled in pain, you used your two swords to simultaneously slice at the carapace again but this time, you sliced deep enough to see some of its innards. It tries to roll away in pain but your left sword was stuck in the flesh and as it rolled away, the sword was pushed deeper into the monster's internal organs after two rolls, the giant centipede laid motionless on its back and you heard an announcement in your head: experience point earned
You relaxed and walked over to the monster still trying to catch your breath from the earlier scuffle when you noticed Irene approach you. She took out her handkerchief and wiped the sweat off your forehead before offering you the canteen she was carrying.
“Looks like you are still not used to combat though that monster is stronger than the ones we fought earlier. Also, my yeobo probably needs to get fitter. You can’t be panting this hard after every battle.“ She said teasingly before giving you a peck on the cheek.
You smiled at Irene and when you turned back to the monster, you saw it breaking into dust leaving your sword lying on the ground. You picked it up before bringing out your HUD to check out your stats. You concluded that you had gained approximately five percent experience just from defeating one monster—two more of these things should be enough for both of you to achieve your next levels. You glanced around looking for more when you were tackled to the ground by Irene. You looked up to see a big red hercules beetle flying above you before landing a few meters away from you on its hind legs. It puts up its arms in a punching stance and punches the air a few times as if to show its strength.
“Damn, this looks familiar.” You chuckled
You raised your swords again. The beetle glares at you, seeing you as a threat as you took your stance and charged at you attempting to hit you with a right hook. You try to block it, similar to how you did it earlier with the centipede with your two blades, but this time you did not expect its speedy reaction when it used its horn to hit you square in the face and followed it up with a sharp right hook that made you stagger back. You shook off the dizziness and looked at the beetle again. Prepared this time, when it tried to jab at you again, you ducked and gave it a low sweep and made it fall on its back. As expected, its shell made it hard for it to get back up and so you started striking it with your sword over and over again as it struggled and flailed, managing to land occasional jabs on you, but eventually, your assault managed to overcome the beetle and make it collapse. You heard a ring in your head but you ignored it and stretched your hand out to collect your materials.
“Wow, that came out of nowhere.”
You chuckled as you wiped yourself trying to play it cool when you felt Irene hugging you tightly from behind.
“Pabo! That was risky! What if you died? Then I won’t be able to see you for a week!”
“I’m sorry, I’m still not used to this. I’ll be more careful, alright?”
You pet Irene on the head to comfort her. She nods slowly and summons a bottle that she then offers to you. You glanced at your UI again and noticed you were at ten percent health-that was close. You drank down the liquid and your health went back up to fifty percent. While you rested you checked the stats for both of you and saw that you and Irene had jumped to levels ten and twenty, respectively.
Guess this beetle thing was a miniboss and gave you tons of experience.
You pondered for a moment and then selected your name. A new window appears containing a list of classes. You scrolled down the list and located the Blacksmith class and selected it. Instantly your clothes changed into overalls and gloves with a pair of goggles on your forehead.
Irene looks on in surprise. “Wait, oppa... Why didn’t you level me up first so that I could check the—”
You placed a finger on her lips. “I trust your feelings for me otherwise you wouldn’t have ended up in this world for me. I believe that you care for me enough to meet the requirements to become a weapon spirit”
You clicked Irene’s name on your screen and located scrolled for a while before you found the Weapon Spirit class. You clicked on the option and you received a prompt- Special class selected. Requirements for this class are met. Would you like to proceed?
You selected yes and Irene began to shine brightly and when the light finally dissipated, Irene was dressed in an elegant black cocktail dress. While you were caught up in staring at Irene, a bright light engulfs you and you had to close your eyes. When you opened your eyes again you looked down and see that your outfit was now a black leather jacket with a red inner shirt and white pants. You see an achievement pop up: “Unique skill: Living Forge” achieved.
“You look pretty suave, oppa. “ Irene says as she approaches you.
“You don’t look so bad yourself Irene.” She blushes slightly as you read through the descriptions of your new skills. You also noticed under Irene’s name, there was another name written: “Kirin no Ikazuchi”. As you said this name, the body you were hugging disappeared and in its place a short dagger with a body of a horse as the hilt and the blade the horn of the horse engraved with a lightning bolt.
“Irene? Is this you?” It seemed stupid to be talking to a dagger at first, but you heard Irene’s voice in your head: “I guess so. I think this is one of the abilities of a Weapon Spirit. From my understanding though, I am unbreakable and can grant you different abilities.”
You nodded as you stared at the immaculate blade and muttered Irene out loud, and suddenly returned in your arms. “I guess there is a lot more we need to learn now, huh,” you said sheepishly as Irene giggled. “Don’t worry, I have it all in here. I’ll guide you,” she says as she points to her forehead. You could only pet her head before you received a message.
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Ignite
A trickle of light passes through the blinds. It’s been ages since an alarm clock wasn’t necessary to start the day.
You also can’t remember the last time you felt this kind of headache. Every external sensation feels like a sledgehammer, pulverizing your skull as your eyes barely open. Awareness slowly kicks in and you start to register the foul stench of alcohol reeking across the bedroom.
“What the fuck happened last night?” you ask no one, trying to clear the brain fog.
Rising up from your bed, you see a bottle of tequila and a couple of soju bottles scattered around the floor. Right, the boys were here last night.
As your consciousness reorients itself to current events, your mind finally catches up to the godforsaken reason why you’ve been testing your alcohol tolerance for days:
Your life as an idol is over.
Your mind still can’t wrap around those words. It still felt so foreign.
7 years as a trainee. 5 years in a boy group. And it took just 1 day to tear down what was built on your blood, sweat, and tears. It was over, just like that.
It’s been 2 weeks since that fateful decision. Your CEO sat everyone down to discuss the future of the group. He stated it was simply business; despite the growth the group was experiencing, it was getting harder to finance. Considering the “more successful” groups (and this was putting it lightly), it was “best” to let you go. The CEO even proposed a disbandment song, and opportunities to stay in the company.
While everyone in the group decided to stay to try out other paths, you finally decided it was time for a long-deserved break and leave the idol business. You were just too burned out. Maybe you will leave for good, maybe not. But for now, it was time to leave Seoul and go home.
“I love you guys, but I think this is it.”
The past few days were a blur and filled with plenty of alcohol. A celebration of the coming end, reminiscing on how it all came to be.
And by tomorrow, the group’s disbandment and your retirement will become public knowledge.
“It was fun while it lasted,” you say wistfully.
*Buzz*
Only now do you notice the multiple notifications buzzing on your phone.
“Well, the news would have spread eventually.” You thought as you got up from your bed to freshen up.
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While preparing lunch and replying to everyone’s messages, your front door is barraged with three heavy knocks. You hoped it wasn’t your neighbors for being too noisy last night.
Opening the door, you really wished it was your neighbors.
Standing in front of you in all her furious glory was Son Seungwan, boring her gaze into you. She was as beautiful as she was angry.
“Let me in. Now.”
She doesn’t even give you time to move out of the way, and you close the door as you follow her inside. Every word is laced with deadly intent, coating you with goosebumps.
You brace for the incoming storm.
It was harder to look at her now that she removed her mask and cap, finding the floor more interesting. You could still feel her stare, like prey under a predator’s gaze. It takes a couple seconds of awkward silence for her to break the silence again.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“I-” The rest of your words get stuck in your throat. When you finally look at her, your heart drops. You’ve never seen her so defeated.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. Were you even going to tell me? I had to find out through Joohyun, and she found out through our manager.” Her voice wavers, tears starting to flow freely.
“You were going to leave.” She finishes her sentence with a wild punch to your chest, surprisingly staggering you back.
“Without.”
“Telling.”
“Me?”
Each word punctuated hit after hit.
“Say something. Please!” She shouts at you while throwing blind punches, making it easier to absorb each contact.
Where would you begin to explain?
You catch her next wild swing, and this gives you the chance to hug her. She tries to wriggle out of your grasp but eventually returns the hug, freely crying into your chest. Her hold is like a vice grip on you, afraid you’ll slip away.
Under any dire circumstances, you’ve always felt safe in Wendy’s arms. But this felt different, a sense of finality. A countdown to what possibly could be one of the last times you can hold her like this.
Suddenly you feel moisture on your cheeks too. It’s the first time you’ve cried since the news. The weight of your decision finally settles in, and you both find comfort in each other’s arms.
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The atmosphere is more relaxed now as you and Wendy sit at your dining table, both of you eating the semi-edible lunch you were supposed to have by yourself.
“When are you leaving?” she asks pensively.
“Next week. Just need to finish some paperwork at the company and promote the disbandment song. Then… I’m going home.” Part of you still hasn’t come to terms with the situation but talking to Wendy makes it easier to deal with the sting.
She frowns at your reveal. You know she has many questions to ask, but you’ll answer another time.
To your surprise she reaches over to hold your hand.
“I can’t imagine how you feel. It must have been a crazy two weeks for you and the boys.” You focus on the feeling of her hand, it’s still so soft and comforting. You haven’t felt her hands in a while.
“It was pretty hard. But as you see, we’ve kept each other company throughout the weeks.” You gesture around the living room, slightly astray with some more bottles of Soju scattered around. Wendy at least laughs a bit at this, and the heavy tension from minutes ago slowly dissipates..
A comfortable silence soon follows. Wendy seems to be deep in thought. You on the other hand want to try and explain at least something now, but the words can’t come out.
“Are you free tomorrow?” She breaks you out of your stupor. You didn’t expect an invitation.
“I’m sure you have a lot to say. Since the news is coming out tomorrow, it would be a good distraction from all of the chaos that’s about to unfold.” Wendy has always been the most perceptive between you two.
You smile at the thought. She always knew what you needed. It’s been years since you’ve been alone with Wendy. Usually, you’d see each other during a company function or during music shows. This could be the last in a long time to spend some quality time with her.
“Sure.” You’re excited at the prospect to be with Wendy. Just for one more day.
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You decide to clean up the place after Wendy left. You end up reminiscing about how you met her in the first place.
It all started a week before trainee evaluations. Although it was easy to nail down the steps for the song, your every attempt of singing was akin to a drunk cow. Luckily, your practice mate just came up with the perfect solution for you.
As you enter the practice room you see a girl your age effortlessly hitting her song’s high notes. You watch the rest of the performance in spectacular awe. Her honey vocals blend perfectly with the acoustics of the practice room. You couldn’t believe it, she only joined last month?
“It’s rude to stare.” You remember Joohyun’s voice snapping you out of your daze. A blush develops on your face as you notice the performance is finished. The girl is looking back at you with a similar blush.
She’s pretty. Pretty cute. As beautiful as her notes. Introduce yourself you idiot, make some damn words please, come on, what’s wrong with you-
It’s as if she can read your mind.
“H-Hi. I’m Son Seungwan. But please just call me Wendy.”
As it turns out, Wendy dances like an epileptic with two left feet. Guess even an angel would have flaws. You both come to the agreement that she will help turn your wailing into actual singing, and you will make sure she can dance to at least the beat of the song.
The practices were awkward at first, both of you trying to break the ice. But she really gave you the best tips for your singing. You started hitting notes you thought you could not. Meanwhile, her dancing had improved despite the numerous times you had to catch her from stumbling. Plus, it was a bonus to spend time with a beautiful girl.
Come evaluations, both of you pass with flying colors. You even ended up with the 4th highest score, surpassing Joohyun for the first time in years. To celebrate the results and the 1-week anniversary of your practice agreement, you both celebrated post-evals at the Ministop by Han River.
Wendy turned out to be quite the chatterbox. She was so happy that she couldn’t stop talking; it was starting to get infectious. You also found out you have a couple of similarities with her.
You weren’t much of an honor student like her, but you’ve been playing the piano and guitar for as long as she has. You also both exchange stories of growing up in America, trying to adjust to Korean culture.
You both loved blue. She particularly likes the sky-blue variation while you prefer royal blue.
And you both are stupidly unlucky at the funniest moments.
Years flew by, and Wendy practically became your best friend. Although your practices together eventually lessened, your escapades at Han River never stopped. You’d tell each other everything from gossip about bossy trainers, to annoying the hell out of Joohyun, and even things you both haven’t told others. You didn’t mind if she was the one who did all the talking, you were content with listening to her sweet voice.
You always looked forward to these small moments with her. A small refuge from the life of a soon-to-being Korean idol. It made you feel like a normal person hanging out with your favorite person.
Days before her debut was the last time you both went to Han River together. Both of you felt a sense of finality, it would be a while before you can come back here. You both ended up walking for a while until settling on a bench.
“It still feels unreal. I can’t believe I’m about to debut. I’m so nervous. What If-.” Her eyebrows furrow as she lists down so many things that would be impossible to happen, considering her incredible set of skills.
You hug her to stop her from talking. She’s surprised at first but relaxes into the hug.
“You’re being ridiculous Seungwan. You’re the best singer out there. You’ve proven yourself to be a great artist. You’re going to crush it. And I’ll be watching and supporting you from the sidelines. We’ll be performing together on the stage in no time” You remember the hug lasting for a few minutes then letting go. You wished it lasted forever.
Alas, time was up. To immortalize your last days of freedom together you carved both of your initials under the handles of the bench. Eventually, the time you had with Wendy became scarce, and even less when you debuted the year after.
You shared many secrets with Wendy, but you never told her you had the biggest, fattest crush on her since you met. You possibly even loved her. You don’t know exactly when you realized, but it felt more like a cascading wave of emotions that led you to that 4-letter word. It just felt right when used with her.
Dating was not unheard of in the company, but you struggled to convince yourself it wasn’t worth the risk between you two. Not only was she about to debut but the scheduling conflicts, the media, the fans, not to mention if she felt the same about you. That’s what you used to say to dig those feelings deep.
And now, you might never have the chance to tell her.
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Tomorrow arrives faster than you know it. You had enough time yesterday to recover from the hangover to focus on your day with Wendy.
“I didn’t think I’d ever come back here,” you exclaim as you survey your surroundings.
Time has at least been kind to your favorite café by Han River. Wendy chanced upon this rustic hideaway during one of her walks and brought you along the next chance she got. It was a quaint place with not many people passing by, making it easier for the two of you to stay incognito.
“To think we used to sneak out of training early just to have dinner here. You were such a bad influence on me,” she says as she takes a sip of her drink. In your defense, you were getting crazy with the diets you had to do.
You stick your tongue out at her statement, taking a piece of her cake. “As if you didn’t want to go along, you enjoyed every single moment of it.”
This makes you both laugh, settling into a comfortable silence. Being with Wendy again was amazing, if only the circumstances were different.
However, you wished Wendy didn’t have the knack of breaking the silence all the time. “So, can you tell me about your retirement?”
Wendy looks at you intently, and you’re back to your trainee days. She always had this ethereal look in her eyes that said, “it’s okay, you’re safe with me.” Maybe this is what made you fall in love with her to begin with.
You exhale as you gather your thoughts. “To be honest, you were one of the first people I wanted to call. I… I just felt so ashamed of myself. I felt like I failed everyone who supported us from the beginning. I failed my fans, my parents, my group, myself. I felt I even failed you. I guess the last few days were just me in denial.”
Wendy squeezes your hand as she tries to comfort you. You don’t know when she slipped her hand in yours, but it gives you enough strength to continue.
“I really want to rest though. I mean I knew the risks of being an idol, and now going through it I’m glad I didn’t get the worst of it. But I think I’ve lost myself too much out there. It’s not a full retirement just yet, more like a small restart in my life. Reassess some things so that I can figure out myself. That's why I need to go home. I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner.”
Silence once again. But this time, a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You release a breath. The tightness in your chest lessens. It’s been a while since you’ve vented to someone like that. And throughout your venting spiel Wendy was intently listening, always with that intense look in her eyes.
It’s her turn to process what you told her. “I… had no idea you carried so much over the past few weeks. I should be the one to apologize, not you. Especially yesterday when I went to your place with so much anger. I was just so afraid to lose you. Someone who means so much to me. I understand why you must go… I just…” Her voice never wavers until the end.
Wendy’s last words, what she implies makes your heartbeat hammer across your chest. It’s been an emotionally charged conversation, and maybe you heard more than what she intended. At this point you’re just glad she listened. For now, you decide to change the topic.
“Well, I can forgive you if you let me finish your cake.”
Wendy seems to appreciate the topic change. “Such a joker, and a hungry one at that.”
She slowly lets go of your hand, but your palm feels a bit empty without hers. You hope that a blush isn’t developing on your face.
“Slow down with that cake! We have all the time in the world.”
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The chilly autumn breeze envelopes the two of you as you exit the café. It was a full moon, illuminating the river and creating a perfect reflection on the still water as you two started to walk down the riverbed.
It’s an uncharacteristic quiet walk, especially for Wendy’s standards. Glancing to her side, it seems Wendy is inching closer to you as you walk down the river.
Her hand suddenly brushes yours a couple of times. Every touch is like electricity, sending signals to your brain to grab her hand.
A line was about to be crossed. And you’ll be damned if you didn’t take it this time.
You slowly intertwine your hand with hers. Electricity soon becomes a fire that spreads across your arm, and now your heart is on maximum overdrive. Now you’re sure the blush on your face is contrasted by the pale full moon. You glance at Wendy; she’s smiling at you while sporting the same blush.
“Feeling cold all of the sudden?” she says as she squeezes your hand. There’s a hint of mischief in her voice. It was a real attempt to flirt. You’ve always jokingly flirted with Wendy, but this feels too surreal.
“Don’t worry, I found something to warm up with.” You squeeze her hand in reply. Her hand really is soft, and it fits well like a well-slotted puzzle piece. On closer inspection some parts of her palm are slightly calloused, a testament of all her hard work throughout the years.
Walking further down the path, you spot a familiar looking bench. The two of you pull each other towards it to hurriedly check the underside of the handles.
“Wow! Check it out, our initials are still here.” Your hand grazes over the handiwork, a reminder to how far you’ve both come. Time flew fast, although you wished the circumstances now were a bit different.
“Can’t believe it’s been years since we’ve done this,” Wendy says as she looks out in the open.
Both of you sit on the bench side-by-side, taking in the sight of the moon and the sound of the river. It’s strange how everything is calm tonight, in contrast to whatever chaos is erupting from the news of the disbandment and your retirement.
Wendy slowly lays her head on your shoulder, hugging your arm snuggly. A sigh of content escapes her. “Let’s stay like this for a while.”
You oblige, but instead of admiring the surroundings you can’t help but look at her. The moonlight falls upon her face, accentuating her beauty even more. The warmth of her body next to you. The feathery touch of her hands on yours. And the revelation hits you.
Maybe you should have taken the risk years ago.
“It’s rude to stare,” she playfully chides. The familiar line is enough to bring you back from your reverie. She is looking back at you now, and she’s dangerously close. Her eyes convey a sense of longing, she licks her lips as the anticipation intensifies.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help but enjoy the view.” You start to inch closer. Time slows to a crawl.
“Really? What’s so special about it?” She closes her eyes. You follow suit, feeling her breath just inches away.
“Let me show you,” you whisper as you close the distance. The world melts away as you feel her lips crash onto yours. She snakes her arms around your neck while you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer in. The kiss is soft and tender, and Wendy’s fragrance envelops your senses. You couldn’t tell if your heart was beating at maximum speed because you couldn’t feel it.
You break the kiss to lift Wendy onto your lap, her legs hanging off yours. She laughs in surprise as both of you lean into each other’s foreheads.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that,” you say as you caress her cheek. She leans into your hand and kisses your palm.
“Do you want to know a secret?” she rhetorically asks.
She leans towards your ear to whisper. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you too.”
Her words send shivers down your spine. Before you can reply she pulls you into another sweet kiss. You can feel her smile into the kiss as it gets deeper. You try to concentrate the years of unbridled emotion you’ve held off into the kiss. A few minutes of lip locking ends with a light smack, both of you in need of air.
Maybe you should have taken that risk years ago.
She gets off your lap and pulls you up from the bench. “Let’s go home.”
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The train ride home was uneventful, save for the sneaky kisses you’d share. Not a lot of people were on the train anyway. If only this could be a daily occurrence. Wendy stays quiet and keeps giving you this look that you can’t decipher. But you know what’s about to happen, so you both decided to go to your place. And neither of you would want any of Wendy’s groupmates to see the possible aftermath, especially Joohyun.
As you close the door to your apartment, you turn around only to have Wendy crash her lips on yours. This was a more passionately charged kiss. A shift was felt from the romantic aura earlier to something more of wanton need.
Realization hits you on what her look was on the way home; this kiss was fueled with lust.
You feel her tongue trying to part your lips, and you allow it to invade your mouth. The feeling of her soft tongue on yours turns you on even more as your tongues tangle. She tastes like sweet cherry, and you’re getting drunk right off it. She surprises you by jumping onto you, wrapping her legs around your waist as your back hits the door. You instinctively grab hold of her thighs, and you hold her weight.
“Do you have somewhere to go, Ms. Son?” you jest. You carry her to your bedroom while she peppers you with kisses on your neck and face.
“Only to your bed with you. We have a lot of catching up to do, mister.” Luckily for you the bedroom is close. You carry Wendy inside, sitting yourself by the edge of the bed.
As the makeout session continues you start to feel more adventurous, sneaking your hands inside Wendy’s blouse and exploring her soft porcelain skin. You feel her shiver at the contact. Her hands brush over your hair and nape, keeping her arms around your head so that she doesn’t fall off.
Deciding to up the ante, you start to cup Wendy’s breasts through her bra. She moans into your mouth. Despite the bra, her breasts are still a handful. Wanting to hear more of her, you break the kiss, and instead kiss down her neck. Each kiss elicits a small moan as she leans back, giving you more access to her delectable neck. You seem to hit a sweet spot on her collarbone because with the stimulation you’re giving, her moans are even more needy. You need to hear more. Your thoughts come to a halt as she rewards your efforts by grinding herself onto you.
It’s your turn to moan, and you realize how hard you’ve been when she gyrates her hips. You tug on her shirt, trying to remove it while she continues to dry hump you. To your initial disappointment, she stops and gets off you.
However, your eyes go wide as she divests her jacket and blouse in fluid motion. She turns around to remove her pants, making sure to give you a show by slowly pulling it down. Wendy’s well-sculpted ass is a sight to see, and you can’t help but gape at her form. She turns to face you now, and you try and engrave every single detail of this moment in your brain forever. Her lacy blue lingerie, her abs, her curves, beautiful doesn’t do her justice. But it’s the only word you can say.
“You’re beautiful.”
She gives you the biggest smile of the night. “And you’re overdressed.” Her wit is never behind her, and you oblige by removing your clothes too. Both of you now are in your underwear, and you notice her eyes stay fixed to where your constricted boner is.
“It’s rude to stare” you smirk, as you throw the line back to her.
She heartily laughs while she straddles your lap again. Your skin agrees to the lack of clothing as you feel more of her warmth envelope your body.
“Then let’s do something about that.” She reaches behind her bra to unclasp it. The bra falls to the side to reveal her perky breasts. They were a perfect handful. You dive right into one breast, sucking on it with careful pressure. Wendy moans and starts to grind onto you again. She hugs you tighter to get you to suck on her more. Your hand moves to the other breast, making sure it also gets attention by cupping it. You move to suck the other breast, nibbling it just a bit which makes Wendy shake from the pleasure.
You lift yourselves up from the edge of the bed to lay her down by the headrest. You get on top of her and kiss her from her mouth down towards her body. You start to kiss the insides of her thighs, reaching her damp underwear. Her breath hitches, waiting on your next move in anticipation. You tug on the sides of the last article of clothing, looking at her for her approval. She nods, and she raises her legs to help you remove them. You waste no time in teasing her and dive right in.
Wendy jerks to the initial stimulation, surprised by the friction of your hand on her clit. She moans even louder when you lick it. “Ah fuck, that feels so good”. You’ve never heard her swear like this, which arouses you even more. You start lapping her up, making sure your tongue does random patterns to see what she enjoys best. She’s already wet, her juices intoxicating you faster than the strongest alcohol. Wendy reaches for your hand while you pleasure her, while her other hand grips her breast.
You surprise her by slowly inserting a finger inside of her. Then two of your fingers. She tries to stifle her moans with her free hand, but you grab a hold of it. “Seungwan, I want to hear you enjoy it. I want to make you scream.”
Your words are enough to push her near her climax. She allows herself to let go. Her moans become louder, and she’s speaking in a mix of Korean and English gibberish. Not wanting to prolong her anticipation you curl your fingers inside of her, and suck hard on her clit. She gives you no warning and screams in pleasure, her back arching upwards as you feel her walls clench around your fingers. You lap up her juices that are overflowing, as you help her ease off from her orgasm. She buckles under your touch, sensitive from the newfound pleasure.
“Holy shit, that was amazing.” She breathes in and out deeply. You get up from your position to kiss her softly, making her taste herself.
“Now it’s your turn.” With surprising strength she pulls you down, making you switch positions with her. She gets down to your crotch, palming your erection. You moan in anticipation as you help her remove your boxers. You’re now fully bare to Wendy, as your rock-hard rod springs up in full attention. She sighs in contentment as she grips it with one hand, slowly pumping it. The other hand massages your balls. You lean on the bedrest to get a better angle, and it’s an amazing sight.
She increases the tempo of her strokes, using both hands to pump you. It’s as if she knows the pleasure building up in you. “Fuck, you’re so-”
She doesn’t let you finish that sentence when she licks the tip of your head. She removes one hand so that she has more space in her mouth to suck you off. The feeling is so foreign, sending more shocks to your spine. The feeling of her wet mouth and soft hands is almost too much for you to handle. What sends you almost off the edge is when she makes eye contact with you, then proceeds to lick your shaft top to bottom. As your abdomen slightly tightens and breathing gets faster, Wendy senses this and stops her ministrations. What she says almost gives you a heart attack.
“I want you inside of me. Let me take care of you tonight.”
She straddles you, grabbing your erection to line it up to her entrance. You look at her, her face full of determination.
You wanted to make sure. “Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replies.
That line you were afraid to cross a while ago? It’s as good as obliterated. And you don’t regret a damn thing.
You will never forget the feeling of entering her the first time as she slowly impales herself onto you. She’s tight, but your earlier work on her made her very wet and the rest of you slip in easily. You both moan in contentment. The feeling of her is otherworldly, like you’re on top of the world. You see her trying to get used to your size, so you adjust yourself to grab and kiss her. She returns the kiss, and you start to feel her slowly move herself.
“Holy fuck you feel so good in me.” She rides you slowly, establishing a rhythm that is enjoyable for you both. Every movement she does sends you deeper and deeper into her. Your hands reach out to grasp her breasts. She leans back to impale herself even more, her moans mixing in with your grunts. Eventually one of your hands leaves her breast to stimulate her clit.
“Oh my God keep doing that, don’t stop.” She speeds up her movement, and one of your arms moves to her waist to support her. You can feel she’s getting close as more of her juice spills onto your cock and her walls constrict. You thrust upward, trying to match the rhythm she established. You’re getting close too.
“Fuck I’m about to cum!” She starts to tremble, and she falls forward. You catch her as you feel her pussy pull a vice grip on you as you guide her into her second orgasm of the night. She still tries to ride you to your orgasm, and the tightening pleasure is starting to take its toll on you.
“I’m about to cum too where-” she silences you with a kiss.
“Inside. I’m safe. I want to feel all of you in me”
As she says this you feel your muscles tighten once again, and with one final thrust you release your own orgasm inside of her. She moans to the warm sensation that fills her and grinds her rhythm to a hauntingly slow motion. All you see is white at first, and your vision slowly returns to see Wendy giving you a tired smile. You kiss her slowly, as both of you relax from your respective highs.
Minutes later she gets off you and settles on leaning on your chest. You feel the results of your tryst leave her, taking note to change the sheets tomorrow. For now, you don’t care as you hug Wendy closer to you.
“That was… I can’t even describe what the hell that was,” you exclaim as you place a kiss on her forehead.
She hums in contentment as she lazily traces patterns on your chest. “I can’t believe we did all of that.”
As much as you don’t want to bring down the mood, you want to settle things with Wendy. What will become of all of this when you leave next week? You wanted to be sure. She needed to hear this for good.
You wanted something to come back to.
“Seungwan?”
She hums in reply.
“I know I’m leaving, and the timing of this is so far from perfect.”
She’s looking at you now, listening intently.
“I wish I told you everything, but I was afraid of losing you. I’ve admired your singing, your determination, your strength. I love the way you have this look that tells me everything will be okay. Whenever I feel lonely or scared, just thinking about you calms me down. I was always able to pull through because you were there for me. You would always save me. Beautiful doesn’t do justice to describe you…. You want to know another secret?”
“I love you. It took me a while to get here, but I do.”
You brace yourself for her reaction, praying to the heavens that this will work.
You suddenly feel Wendy shake, and wetness develops on your chest. Wendy hugs you even tighter.
“Seungwan I-”
She shakes her head furiously as she props herself up to look at you. She tries to wipe the tears off her face to see you better.
She’s smiling.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that.”
You can’t believe your ears.
I love you too. And I always will
A/N: And finally! My first ever fic. I’m still working out a lot of things, so any suggestions can definitely help. I’ll admit, I wanted to do something shorter but I always aim for the emotional payback in the end. I’m a sucker for romantic fics, so I’ll try to get a bit more experimental as time flies and explore just a bit more. Thank you especially to @nsfwkajin and @ara-hael for the proofreading and suggestions! Till the next fic!
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Reasons
A/N 1: This is a sequel to “Motivation” and “Crazy”, both which are in the same timeline.
There are a million reasons.
Maybe even a million and one.
The drive from the gym to your home is probably less than ten minutes. You’re standing right underneath a streetlight. You’re in a parking lot. You’re both too tired to be making good decisions. You need a change of clothes and a shower before anyone would want to touch you with a ten-foot pole. You want it to be the typical, passionate, soft relationship-affirming sex it’s supposed to be.
But this week has been hell.
That box has been burning a hole through your sock drawer.
And your heart has been beating too fast, too much, too hard, for too long to keep you waiting another moment.
Yes, there are a million reasons, or a million and one, or a million and two, or a million and three, or a nigh-infinite quantity of reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this.
Not one of them is good enough to stop you.
Her lips are rough and chapped when you claim them with yours. You don’t care. You don’t care about anything in the world right now. Nothing but the way Seulgi feels in your arms, the way she smells, the way her body molds and pieces against yours, so intertwined that you almost forget where she starts and you end.
Somehow, as you wrestle with her on the hood of your car, you end up on the asphalt, with her weight on your chest—landing with an “oof!”—with her lips still on yours, kissing, pressing, always pressing. It’s greed that propels her aggression, wanting more, demanding more, needing every last scrap of commitment you can muster the courage to give her.
She fists the collar of your shirt, a clean button-up you wore to work as she practically rips your tie off, then throws it to the side. It’s your favorite tie, but nothing can compare to the tornado of beauty that is Seulgi sitting on your lap, her hair mussed up, her face red and her lips swollen.
“Fuck,” you groan out. She leans in, nips at your jawline, kisses your neck as her fingers dig into your chest lightly. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispers, her forehead warm and feverish, her cheek soft and pliant against yours. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Your shirt is her next victim, her typically dexterous hands choosing instead to rip it open, popping off every single button. Patience is not one of her virtues, but this is about more than just the lack thereof.
“Seulgi,” you whisper in a hushed, reverent voice. Her name is as much a prayer for you as it is for her, an anchor to reality itself. Who were you without her? What would you be without her?
She trembles as your breath tickles the shell of her ear, your fingers sliding under her skirt to part her folds carefully, to press the pad of a finger into her dripping heat.
“Seulgi,” you murmur again. You can’t get enough of her, not even saying her name. It’s beautiful, enchanting. “Seulgi, Seulgi, Seulgi.”
Always on repeat. Slide your finger just a little further inside of her, curve it just to feel her body spasm sharply, arching down into yours.
“O-Oh my god,” she stammers, her cheeks flushed pink, her teeth nibbling at your neck.
It’s a melody you’ll never get tired of hearing, more musical than any aria or serenade, a note played by an instrument exclusive to you, your finger joined by another, then another, until you’re steadily pumping and plucking at invisible strings, driving Seulgi into a mad cacophony of beautiful sound.
The way her walls pulse around you is the rhythm of your symphony. Or maybe it’s your heartbeat, melded to hers through the fabric of your clothes and chests. The syncopation of the two drives you crazy, makes you forget your own name as you slowly become whole again. It’s Seulgi, always Seulgi, that guides you there, her trembling, shaking hand undoing your pants with surprising articulation, releasing your cock from its restraints before trapping it into a new prison, the welcome embrace of her soft palm.
The first stroke brings her name to your lips again, a touch more pleading, a hint of a whine slipping through your taut jaw, the muscles in your neck flexing instinctively in restraint. The second makes you close your eyes and relish the electricity running through your body. It’s unstoppable, a current that would probably be lethal if you weren’t so lost in everything else about her.
“W-wait.”
The moment the word leaves her lips, you stop, withdrawing your hand from her heat, watching her carefully as she leans back and spreads her legs, her skirt pulled down to her ankles. Soaked panties are the only thing between you and heaven on Earth.
It’s quick and casual, as though sitting on pavement, half-naked in the middle of the night is the most natural thing for anyone to do.
“Taste me.”
It’s a request long overdue, and one that you have absolutely no qualms in fulfilling. As her legs widen to accommodate you between them, it’s a mix of mesmerism and instinct that drives your tongue in a long, patient stripe up her folds, the tip of your tongue brushing against her swollen clit.
Her hands are restless through it all; they tug at your hair, scratch your scalp, pull one of your hands up towards her chest so you can squeeze and knead the soft flesh beneath her clothes.
“A-Ah, right there, right there,” she hisses, grinding her hips against your chin, rubbing her slick all over your lips and face. “Oh my...oh my god, eat my fucking pussy, j-just like that.”
Your cock throbs at the wanton note in her tone, at the shiver that runs down her spine when you give her erect nipple a pinch through the thin fabric of her crop top, at the way her legs have knotted themselves tightly around your head, lithe muscle and sinew pressing firmly against your skull.
Up, then down, up, then down again. Push inwards, just a little, before retreating. Edge Seulgi in all the ways you know she pretends to hate.
It’s a cycle, an endless, limitless demonstration of your admiration for her as you savor every inch, frustrating her with the little things, dangling details and finer points just out of her reach, the force of your ministrations ghosting the edges of unlimited pleasure, yet somehow still remaining within the boundaries of incessant teasing.
Sometimes, it’s enough to make her grab you by the hair and slam you against her crotch, just to tell you to hurry the fuck up. Other times, she does her absolute best to stay silent, holding every iota of sound in her throat, straining every last inch of her willpower until it spills out of her like boiling water in a pan.
But tonight, she does neither. Instead, she loses herself in your attention, relishes each moment, savors the morsels of satisfaction you give her, sporadic and light. They are mere appetizers, preludes to a grander promise woven with unspoken words, whispered through the way your eyes stay locked on hers throughout it all.
“God...you’re so...a-ah, oh, oh!”
Her head pitches back, the warmth of her irises tearing themselves away from yours as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“M-More,” she whimpers, her powerful legs clenching tightly around you, almost painfully so. “Please, please, just please—”
“Tell me,” you whisper as you deliver another languid, lazy kiss to her center, practically inflamed with heat and wetness. “Tell me what you want.”
It’s a rare moment when Seulgi blushes, embarrassed by something you say or do.
“I-I...”
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” you ask, nonchalantly, staring up at her. “Is that what you want?”
She shudders as your voice drops in pitch, growing huskier and hungrier, rumbling and inevitable, the change rendering her speechless as you lean into her body, running your fingers over her the soft flesh of her inner thigh, grazing her core.
“Or I could finger you,” you continue, each word as softly spoken as a forbidden secret. “I could watch you twist and tremble on my hand, begging for more and more until you cum. I could suck on your clit, lap up every last drop and tell you how delicious you taste, do everything you want me to do for you.”
“O-Oh, please I...”
She’s practically sobbing, her brows furrowed, her pretty features contorted with pleasure, her body burning up with heat. The pool of slick merely grows beneath your fingers, the tips of them prodding the entrance of her core.
“Such a good girl,” you say with a gentle smile, careful not to tease Seulgi more than she can handle. “Now tell me.”
“A-Anything,” she pants out, sweating profusely, her body shifting and squirming beneath yours in a desperate effort to create any sort of friction. “Anything, god, just let me—oh!”
Your fingers slip into her pussy easily, her inner lips sucking you in greedily, pulsing and wanton. The rest of her body reacts with the same vigor, her back arching, her hands quickly scrabbling at you while her mouth drops open in a euphoric daze. It’s a view that you’ll never forget; the sight of Seulgi, your Seulgi, so fearless and stubborn and unwaveringly strong, breaking into pieces at your touch, fraying at the ends, dissolving into a boneless, writhing mass.
All it takes is a few more thrusts, your knuckles rubbing firmly against her clenching walls, and she’s keening, keening, as though the world is ending and there is nothing left but you and her, trapped in a vacuum of space and time forever and ever and ever.
It’s a wonderful mess she makes, a thick spray of sticky juices that dribble down your forearm, part of your hand still buried within her. Haphazardly, you give her cheek a nuzzle, a small comfort that elicits an equally small whimper, then an exhilarated chuckle as her high runs down from the heavens.
“You okay?” you ask. It’s the only thing you want to know, standing beneath the yellow shine of the streetlight, illuminated for the world to see. Who cares if you were fucking in a parking lot? It was empty anyways.
“Mmm,” she hums, and her lips find yours again, your head turned to face her while her inner walls continue to flex around your fingers. It’s a comforting oscillation to feel, comforting enough to make you smile contentedly when you feel her shudder against your embrace, the hypersensitivity of her swollen clit tested by a gentle swipe of your thumb.
“Ready to go home?”
It’s funny, the suddenness of your suggestion as you break away from her lips momentarily; comical in how calm and logical the idea is.
Yes, maybe fucking in front of a massive gym in the middle of the night isn’t the best idea. Great time to realize.
The giggle that escapes Seulgi’s lips shares your sarcastic inner monologue’s sentiment, yet her eyes scheme something more mischievous, more daring.
“I want to see you cum first,” she says, a pout on her lips, though the exhaustion in her eyes makes you want to let her rest. She deserves it, after all. Her part-time job as a professional face-puncher wasn’t exactly easy on the body.
“I want to see you stroke your cock.”
Oh. Oh. The request leaves you flabbergasted, the nonchalant tone of her voice robbing you of your ability to think clearly.
“I...um...”
Damn you and your incoherent mess of a brain.
“God, I’m wet,” she murmurs, one hand absentmindedly reaching down to finally draw your fingers out from her gushing pussy. “You make me so wet, you know that?”
She doesn’t bother to wait for a response before your fingers are in her mouth, pushed into her gullet, her throat gurgling as she sucks her own juices from your hand.
Hypnotic. Addictive. Your free hand is reaching for your throbbing cock before you even know it. The power Seulgi holds over your cognitive facilities is uncanny.
“Your dick is so perfect,” she says as she pulls your hand out of her warm, wet orifice. “Have I ever told you how much I love it?”
“S-Seul...”
“No, right?”
Your eyes are watering, your breath quickened to sharp staccatos, your body stiff and tense as you stroke your cock, slowly, listening carefully to the delicate sound of Seulgi’s voice.
“It always fills me up so well. And I mean it. You’re so fucking big inside of me, so fucking warm and hard, and oh god, when you fuck me I always feel like I’m about to explode, it feels so good.”
Her eyes are locked onto yours, dark and lustful, and you know how much she relishes this, this complete and utter control she wields over your body, how easy it is for her to get you like this, so aroused that it hurts your soul.
“And I would let you rail into me right now if I weren’t so goddamn sore from the week before when you had your day off, you know? You pounded me so fucking hard I had to tell Joohyun my stance was off because I fell down the stairs.”
You would laugh at that if you had any breath to, her hands gently coaxing your own strokes, fondling your balls.
“But I love it when you’re gentle and sweet with me, baby. I love it when you whisper in my ear while you’re buried deep inside me, while you fuck me nice and slow with my stomach on the mattress and my face in your pillow, while you ram your cock into me, into my womb. I know you love it too, right?”
Memories of warmth, of her birthday flash through your head at the thought.
“Christ, ah, Seulgi...you’re killing me...”
“Poor baby,” she coos, though the smirk on her face tells you she means anything but sympathy. “But what about when I tie you up and ride this cock? When I sit on your cock until you’re begging me to move and make you cum?”
She whispers over and over and over again, reminisces on all the ways you had fucked her before, all the ways you had twisted and contorted her body just to find new angles. The words come naturally to her, fall from her subconscious mind, new descriptions for how you feel inside of her, how it would feel to be inside of her.
God, she’s too good at this.
“H-hah, ah...fuck...”
“Or maybe you like it more when you’re in charge. I think I might like it more when you’re in charge too, to be honest. Pin me up against a wall, tear all my clothes off, pound me until neither of us can stand or move. It’s so annoying, sometimes, how impatient you are when you rip my panties off my legs. It makes me mad, but then you go and fuck it all out of me, slam your cock into me until I can’t think or breathe, make me cum so hard that I get a cramp, your cum trickling out of my used pussy afterwards, gushing out like a white waterfall.”
You’ll buy her a new set of whatever she wants later.
It’s a familiar feeling, to be sure, the one she describes so filthily; a feeling for when both of you are too drunk on each other, spent and wasted, but oh so satisfied.
It’s the same feeling that approaches you now, as your hand grows quicker, strokes your cock vigorously, your muscles tightening and tightening.
“F-fuck, Seulgi...I...”
She knows it’s coming. She’s known all along, though it’s almost disappointing when you realize you’re nearing the end.
“You’re close, aren’t you? So, so, close, just for me. Come on, cum for me. Give me what I want. Paint me,” she says, her voice dropped to a husky whisper, smokey and pleading. “Please.”
Her tongue dips out, pink and pretty, her eyes wide and wanting, and the dizziness that suddenly swarms behind your eyes almost makes you topple over onto your knees, though by some effort you manage to stay upright as your cock pulses, thick spurts of your semen shooting out, Seulgi’s wish granted in a torrent of white ropes, sticky cum that stains her clothes.
Some of it is in her hair, interspersed between her brown locks like white chocolate. Some of it is in her mouth, swallowed quickly into her belly. Most of it is all over her body, drizzled like frosting.
It’s a sight to behold, Seulgi kneeling on knees that are still quivering from her earlier orgasm, covered in your seed, her hair messy and unkempt. Still more beautiful is the way she licks off what little remains on the tip of your cock, her face flushed as she savors every last bit.
You take her hand, relish in the warm band of metal around her finger, and help her to her unsteady feet.
“Let’s go home.”
A/N 2: Hello! Not sure if this one really counts as a quickie since I edited it with the help of @nsfwflint and @worldsover (big thanks again), but it’s pretty short and technically doesn’t even include anything penetrative. Anyways, just a bit of a BFH piece that I thought of a while ago, I decided to revisit it recently. I hope you enjoyed it!
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Impatient
When you had started your crusade to finally get some studying done, you had known it was only a matter of time. After all, the little brat always got what she wanted, even when you did your best to satisfy her preemptively.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
The paper of the book rustled as you turned the page, your eyes trained on the words printed out on the surface as the clock ticked away incessantly from the far wall of the room.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The time bomb had been well underway when you noticed a familiar shape enter the room, a petite figure sitting down and setting down some books, biting a lip before beginning to flip through a book.
You knew she wasn’t actually reading it.
Tick.
Tock.
Mere minutes had passed, yet already her presence began to make the ink run, the symbols and numbers blurring together in a confused jumble as you struggled to concentrate.
It was almost magnetic, an urge, an itch that drew your eyes towards the front of the library, empty and devoid of life save for you and one other.
Her shape was defined, markedly slim and smooth, yet even in her air of cool nonchalance, you could not help but feel an attraction, a pull that reminded you of all of the devilish, sinful, raw things you had done with her; no, done to her.
Like a telepath, she seemed to think the same thing, a small smirk flickering across her lips when she noticed your sideways glance, and almost pointedly, she leaned over to pick up a pen she “accidentally” dropped, her tight jeans clearly outlining the rounded shape of her ass just over the top of the table.
Tick.
Though her clothes exposed little to nothing; hardly any skin, certainly none of her dangerously alluring curves and edges, it didn’t matter. The outline of her waist, her shoulders, collar, neck, chest, all of it only distracted you more and more from your original task, though if you were being honest, you would have never come to the library if you really wanted to study.
It was really too easy for her to track you down.
Tock.
A few more minutes passed before she stood up, slowly making her way away from the table, her hips swaying from side to side as she slipped behind the door to the printing room with a wink.
You knew what that wink meant, you knew everything that waited behind that door, you knew, you knew, god, you fucking knew all too well. It was like a hypnotic spell, a trick, an irresistible bait, an endlessly wide net cast out just to catch you, a singular fish in the sea.
And you fell for it every time, hook, line, and sinker.
Still, the library was deserted, without even a librarian in sight.
“I’ll wait 5 minutes,” you thought, steeling yourself while glancing at the ever-present clock, moving agonizingly slowly. “Just 5 minutes more.”
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
You only managed 3.
The moment you stepped foot into the room Yeri was onto you, lips attacking yours, her weight practically barreling you back through the door, and if not for the lock, you might have actually tumbled back out.
Instead, the handle simply rattled, her body pressing up tightly against yours as she sought to close the distance as much as possible, leaving hardly even space to breath as her hands linked around your neck, looping around tightly as she proceeded to do the same with her legs, the slender limbs tightening around your midsection, pulling you forwards until you lurched over to a table, crashing unceremoniously into it with reckless noise.
But both of you were too far gone; just the taste of the other made you both go crazy with desire, and you could soon feel your cock stiffening under your pants, poking her core as you nipped and sucked at her neck, bruising the pristine skin, marking her body as yours, a plaything to use and empty your stress into.
“What...what took you...so long?” she panted out between kisses, between flurries of movement as both of you quickly began shedding clothing, your shirts flying off to some forgotten corner of the room, her soft black bra slipping onto the ground while you quickly paid attention to her stiff, aching nipples, dying to be pinched and flicked.
“Multivariable,” you replied, unsurprised by the giggle she gave in response.
“You haven’t fucked me in months,” she said slowly, laughing quietly, ”and you made me wait for calculus?”
You paused to think, in jest. “Biology, too.”
If her hands weren’t so occupied she might’ve flipped you off.
For a moment, you ignored her expression, instead opting to palm her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds in your firm grip while she whimpered at the contact, legs squirming slightly beneath you as the wetness between her legs grew.
As you played with her breasts, feeling the soft flesh bend easily under your touch, seeing her will succumb to your ministrations so quickly, only made you feel more aroused, your cock throbbing in your pants at her soft vocalizations.
“I told you I have a big test next week,” you growled into her ear, biting softly on the lobe as you suddenly kneaded her chest harshly, eliciting a soft groan from her. “And that I need to study.”
Your grip grew progressively stronger, making her tremble and groan louder and louder with each pulse of your palm.
“But you couldn’t wait, could you?”
She tried to maintain a haughty attitude, starting to scoff, but your other hand quickly slipped under her jeans, jamming two fingers inside of her without adjustment and she squealed, gasping for breath at the sudden penetration.
Her eyes focused dimly onto your face as you pumped your hand in and out of her, feeling her clench around you desperately, trying to suck you and hold you inside of her. “P-Please...don’t stop...”
You smirked down at her, watching her flail beneath you while your fingers curled inside of her, sliding along the drenched walls as you wrung as much pleasure as you could out her body.
“So impatient,” you whispered teasingly, your other hand brushing over her hair, feeling the sweat gather on her brow as you continued to finger her vigorously. “Imagine if someone could hear you right now.”
She gasped as you suddenly inserted another finger into her, roughly fucking her with your hand as you continued talking.
“Imagine if someone could see you, begging for me to make you cum.”
“O-Oh god, yes, please—”
Yeri was lost in bliss then, all sound bleeding away around her as she lost her senses in the intensity of the pleasure bleeding through her veins, the sparks that shot through her mind as you tweaked a nipple, squeezed another breast roughly, almost hard enough to cause pain.
At the end of the day, she was still vulnerable to you, nothing but soft putty in your arms, especially when you hugged her body closely to yours, feeling her tits press against your chest, her arms going haywire around you as she scratched and clawed at your skin.
Be careful what you wish for.
You dropped her to the ground, letting her body crumble onto the dusty, dry marble surface, your fingers slipping out her pants just as quickly as they had gone in, and she whimpered on the floor weakly, struggling to regain control of her movements.
“Strip.”
She was slow, clumsy, in her awkward haste to obey you, but she shimmied out of her pants nonetheless, her chest heaving as her breath caught in her throat.
Watching while she slowly got up to a kneeling position in front of you, eyes watching you expectantly, you slowly took off your own pants, slowly letting your cock spring free in front of her hungry gaze before prodding her on. “Do you want to suck my cock?”
She nodded silently, eyes widening cautiously when you smiled. “Can I?”
“I’m the one asking the questions here,” you replied evenly, shutting her down quickly and effortlessly.
“I-I want to suck your cock.”
“How?”
She stopped in the middle of her reach for your shaft, looking confused.
“What?”
You rolled your eyes, pretending to be exasperated. “This is what happens when you’re greedy and you don’t pay attention,” you smirked. “I asked, how?”
Her eyes lit up in understanding, and she slowly smirked at you, licking her lips in anticipation. “Mmm, I want to choke on your cock, feel it slide down my tight little throat until I gag and cry with how fucking big it is in my fucking mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth and play with my tits until you blow your fucking load down my slutty throat.”
God, you loved how filthy her mouth was when she was needy. It was nothing if not degrading, devious, and certainly depraving as she sidled up next to your thigh, hands softly tickling your skin as she stared up into your eyes past your throbbing cock in front of her.
“Are you satisfied, daddy?”
You smiled at the pet name, an interesting kink she liked to throw at you from time to time, before grabbing her by the hair and pushing her down onto your cock, feeling her throat suddenly wrap around your lengthy, thick shaft.
“Not quite,” you grunted out as you fucked her face against your cock viciously. “But I’ll let you have a nice, long taste, since you begged so politely.”
She couldn’t respond even if she wanted to with the way you were shoving her head down by fistfuls of hair, careful not to pull too hard though you knew she was getting off just as much as you were, a pool of slick building between her legs that she desperately tried to relieve with her fingers as you pounded her throat.
“Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph!”
Every thrust was perfect, Yeri’s mouth acting as a perfect sheathe for your cock while she gagged relentlessly, eyes watering from your rough treatment just as she had asked for. You didn’t let up, your fingers gradually tightening their grip on her head as you held her down for a few seconds, letting her tongue work its magic alone for the duration while you groaned at the feeling. “Fuck, that feels good.”
With a pop, she withdrew for breath, gasping while pumping you furiously with both hands. “Does daddy like punishing his little slut?”
“Fuck yes,” you groaned out, thrusting your hips forwards and guiding your cock to its place at the back of her throat again, savoring the sloppy feeling of her mouth and tongue, haphazardly trying to control the pace but giving up when you ignored her efforts, slamming her head up and down, up and down, rocking it back and forth against your throbbing cock. “Do you like it when Daddy fucks your throat like this?”
You looked down into her teary eyes, watching her nod slightly while blowing you vigorously until your hands pushed her down one more time, hearing her gag reflex kick in one more time before you pulled her off, dragging her over to the table by the hair. “Lie down.”
Obedient as ever, she quickly climbed up, lying down on her back before you pulled her over to the edge of the table until her head dangled off the side, hair tickling your thighs as they draped down like thick curtains.
She hardly had enough time to register what you were doing when you thrusted with the full force of your hips back into her mouth, her soft lips parting against the force of your cock pushing forwards, and saliva clung to your shaft, dripping off of it in sticky globs as you plundered her mouth with your cock, recklessly fucking her head against the side of the table while she laid on her back, helpless to move or adjust, forced to give the volatile pleasure you were taking from out of her hot orifice. Her hand crept down her stomach, teasing her clit before abandoning all pretense of holding back and plunging her digits into her slick heat, fingering herself to the rhythm of your thrusts in and out of her drooling mouth. “God, you look like such a pretty little slut with my cock in your mouth like that.”
Your hands, now free from having to grab her by the hair, moved to her chest to play with her sizable tits, her breasts bouncing and heaving with each stab of your cock down her throat.
Pinching, kneading, massaging, tweaking, you did all that you could to stimulate her soft flesh and nipples, muffled moans coming out from her as you stuffed her throat with stiff meat, her own fingers delving into her pussy deeply while your own dexterous fingers continued their ministrations on her tits, soft globes of flesh that felt firm yet tender in your grip.
Sun shined through the open window, the last golden rays of light glimmering over your bodies interlocked in rough embrace, focused solely on each others’ pleasure, and nothing else.
You could feel your eyes begin to water, your breathing becoming shallow as each thrust became more labored and difficult, her throat tightening and vibrating more furiously as she worked herself to orgasm with you in her mouth, her moans, though muffled, growing louder and stronger.
“Oh my...oh my god,” you groaned as your hips began to work erratically, Yeri’s eyes widening as she realized you were close, and your thrusts steadily became more and more powerful until you were absolutely hammering your shaft down her wanton throat, her body recoiling with each powerful buck of your hips.
Your eyes closed as you focused on the sensations running through your body, the feel of her plump red lips wrapping around the base of your cock, her warm pink tongue spasmodically caressing your shaft, the endless flood of saliva that spilled out from her mouth, drenching your cock, trailing down her face and running like a river into her silky hair.
Then it all became too much, and with a gasp you exploded, letting loose and shooting thick, sticky quantities of semen down her throat, some of it washing down her raw throat, some of it spilling back out all over her face, mixing with the mess of tears and saliva already there.
Slowly, you pulled back from her ruined form, sputtering and coughing, yet still licking up any of your cum within reach of her tongue. Her eyes were hungry, still unsatisfied, and she pulled her fingers out of her sopping wet pussy, offering them to you like a gift that you gratefully took, lapping up her sweet nectar with appreciation.
“Mmm, it’s always so thick and warm,” she mused, smirking at you. “But you know I want more.”
As if to show you, she turned around, sticking her ass up into the air needily, hands and knees flat on the table. “Come on, daddy. Come and fuck me already.”
Now it was her turn. And she was here to collect.
You smiled, moving forwards, positioning your cock at her slit before leaning forwards towards her face, brushing a stray strand of hair from her sweat-slicked forehead. “You forget...”
Your cock slid against her opening a few times, her wetness growing as you teased her folds, your face inches from hers while she whined for you to enter her.
“...how?”
“I want you to pound me, daddy. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make me scream with your big cock, shove it inside of me, shove it inside my slutty little pussy, oh god, please, please, just fuck me and make me cum already—”
You interrupted her ramblings suddenly, entering her just as jarringly as you had when you had fucked her mouth, your cock immediately being suffocated by her tight walls.
“Mmmm, daddy’s gonna ruin me, isn’t he?”
“Fuck yes I am.”
You stayed slow for a few cycles, watching her impatiently writhe with your rock hard shaft inside of her until you slowly began building the pace, building, building, building, all the while staring deep into her eyes, watching the pleasure flicker over her irises, consume her until her eyes lost their focus, her mouth agape at the blinding streaks of white that blotched her vision, your cock piercing and reaching into the depths of her cavern with powerful force, your hips clapping so harshly against her ass that you could see the skin growing red from it.
“Oh, fuck yes, daddy, stretch me out just like that, right there!”
Her head lowered down to the table surface, her body unable to summon the strength required to lift it as pleasure racked her tiny frame, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists.
You were no less rough with her this time, your hand reassuming its grasp of her hair, yanking her head back abruptly while she moaned at the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of her tight core, stretching her out for the first time in months.
Time certainly made the body grow fonder, you realized, and you suddenly heard yourself grunting in time with her cries, your own effort becoming audible in the heated and humid atmosphere of the printing room.
The haze of sex in the air, the spontaneity of the act, all of it spurred you on, and you suddenly raised a hand into the air, bringing it down with a smack against Yeri’s ass, the flesh rippling underneath the force.
She let out a squeal at the feeling, giggling almost crazily while you impaled her on your cock like your lives depended on it. “S-Spank me,” she moaned out, words barely able to form on her lips. “Spank me harder, daddy.”
You smiled, nothing but happy to fulfill her wish so you continued, your hand spanking her with increasing force each time, watching as she was reduced to nothing but a needy, horny mess on your cock, skewering her roughly.
“Such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?” you praised her, your hand absentmindedly striking her left cheek, her right cheek, her right cheek again, watching as her body jerked reflexively in excitement.
Part of you was almost angry at her, a frustrated fog of stress pouring out of you while you railed her into oblivion, her reddening ass only reminding of you of the task you could have been, should have been doing then.
Another loud slap rang out, your hand remaining on the stinging skin to knead it just as roughly, feeling the soft flesh of her ass underneath your fingers. Another loud series of moans, her eyes rolling back into her head temporarily as she struggled to think, to articulate, even to feel as her whole body surrendered to the pleasure.
She just couldn’t get enough.
Neither could you.
“Fuck yes,” she hissed out at you once she had gotten her bearings. “I’m your fucking slut—now you better fuck me like it.”
Your hands tightened around her waist at her momentary lapse in submissiveness, and you made sure to pound her back into it, quickly giving her hair a sharp tug while your other hand moved to her breasts, squeezing them harshly to her delight.
With each second that passed her slick walls gripped you tighter and tighter, the pleasure building inside of both of your bodies as you felt her slick squelch and drip around you, leaking out of her pussy lips and soaking your cock in her juices. The volume of her cries was beginning to fluctuate wildly, shifting from whispers to full shouts, her body tensing and relaxing erratically, toes curling on empty air while you swapped your grip, letting go of her hair temporarily and reassuming a tight grasp on her throat, feeling the slender skin pulsate and beat with her every gasp, her every breath and moan.
Words were beyond both of your capabilities then as you leaned forwards, wrapping your free arm around her waist, shifting the angle of you hips to attain just that extra degree of penetration into Yeri, her cries of elation turning into gurgles and out-of-breath groans, only added to when your hand slowly trickled its way down to her clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub.
It proved too much for her, and with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in agonizing pleasure, she came hard, inner walls clenching exquisitely, momentarily silenced from the feeling of it all before she whimpered softly, the rush hitting her like a truck. You could feel the tension leave her, all of the pent-up friction and anticipation melting away as her body went limp, limbs turning into jelly, sending her tumbling to the surface of the table when you gently released her throat, slowing your thrusts to give her a brief respite.
Her orgasm rode out erratically, aftershocks hitting her at random moments as she twitched on the table, drool leaking out of her mouth amidst her ruined makeup, eyes closed in tired bliss.
But you weren’t done yet.
Not quite yet.
“Turn over.”
A second passed by before she cracked an eye open, acknowledging your order, and with slow, painstaking effort, she did as you asked, lying on her back on the smooth wooden surface, slickened with sweat, saliva, and your combined fluids.
Your arms looped underneath her thighs, pulling her closer and tucking her legs snugly around your waist, your eyes roaming the beautiful mess in front of you; hair splayed everywhere, eyeliner and mascara running down her face soaked in spit and cum, her lipstick smeared around her perfect, plump lips, still curved into a flirtatious, come-hither smile. Her arms were pressed up tightly, squeezing her ample chest together, and you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow impatient, staring at all of her ravaged, sensuous glory.
You held back no longer, pushing yourself back into her comfortably, and she let out a soft groan at the entrance, her sensitive pussy adjusting quickly to your length stretching her out again.
Slowly, you began to move, letting your bodies grow into a natural rhythm rather than one dictated purely by mechanical desire, the momentum of each thrust bottoming your cock out inside of her and making her involuntarily clench tighter around you.
“O-Oh my...god...d-daddy...”
You smirked as she gasped for words while your eyes returned to her bouncing tits, your body gravitating towards them until your lips met a hard, stiff nipple, sucking and nipping at it relentlessly while Yeri’s hands scratched at the underside of the table, trying to gouge at it with her nails.
They were soft and delicate, the flesh every bit as pliant as it had been beneath your fingers, and you soon switched to the other, your tongue flicking up and down, sucking on the tender skin, kissing, biting, marking her plentiful breasts with your ministrations.
Yeri was lost in the storm, her body tossed and turned, shaken and ravaged as you began to pick up the pace, your cock pistoning steadily in and out of her, continuing to strike her deepest nerves at a quickening rate, all while your lips attacked her neck, chest, collarbone, anywhere and anything that you could reach, leaving light bruises in your wake.
Your own stamina, however, was not limitless and already you could feel yourself grow fatigued, despite the unrelenting speed at which you slammed into Yeri’s welcoming, willing body, her whimpers and wet warmth making you wish you could never stop fucking her.
“F-Fuck, daddy’s cock always stretches me so well,” she moaned, feeling the way your cock throbbed and pulsed inside of her, her body desperately trying to milk you of anything you had left, her pussy tightening ravenously around your cock. “Aren’t I a good girl, daddy? You’ll cum in your slut, won’t you?”
You sped up at her words, making her shriek at the sudden increase of tempo.
“You’re still talking with that filthy mouth?” you growled out, leaning in close, watching her head kick back as you prepared to fuck her senseless again. “I guess I’m going too easy on you.”
You abandoned all pretense of holding back, any semblance of self-control, anything and everything unrelated to sheer lust, and began to let loose with what energy you had left, your hands pinning her down to the table around her neck, your body pushing her hips further into the air as you nailed her downwards into the table, her skin sliding backwards on the surface from the force.
Now she was silent, her mouth open wide, eyes glassy, your hands restricting her airflow while she struggled to voice the seemingly endless waves of ecstasy crashing through her body, through her core, shattering her mind into fragments, each incapable of comprehending anything except the feeling of your stiff, hard cock pumping in and out, in and out, in and out of her slick walls, throbbing with need, mere seconds away from delivering what she so desperately wanted, what she needed.
All it took was a few more thrusts, strong, but winding down, for both of you to cum, a torrent of semen draining out of your cock while you buried yourself inside of her, letting her enjoy her final gift, your warm, sticky seed swishing around in her clenching, convulsing walls.
Her hands fell to her sides, body completely spent and wasted, and you couldn’t help but collapse on top of her, her soft, sweaty thighs still entwined with your waist, your cock still inside of her heat, both of you lying on the table, panting, whimpering, groaning with the head-spinning force of your final orgasms.
It was a long silence before either of you spoke.
“Thanks, daddy.”
You chuckled at that, your arms bringing her closer to you, ignoring the puddles of fluid surrounding the two of you, dripping onto the floor.
Giving her a kiss on the forehead, you closed your eyes, curling up against her small frame, sharing warmth.
“You’re welcome, babygirl.”
She always got what she wanted.
Then both of you fell asleep.
A/N: Hello! Been a while since I’ve written anything, so I decided to try and focus on finishing this one up quickly (with some prodding from @nsfwflint of course). This was definitely my messiest piece yet, and I experimented with the “daddy” kink this time, so feel free to let me know how I did and/or offer some advice with such name-calling. As always, asks are encouraged and appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed reading!
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Crazy
A/N 1: There is some violence and blood in this story(no, there are no surgeries being described out in detail if you’ve already read the first line), so if you can’t stand anything involving that, please read with caution. Thank you.
As an emergency surgeon, life wasn't easy. Gruesome injuries, weird circumstances, and a plethora of blood, gore, and cancer made your job a certain kind of scarlet hell. It wasn't fun to cut open people and dig out bullets and shrapnel, nor was it fun to cut open people to try and stabilize their rapidly failing organs.
But someone had to do it.
"At least I don't have the night shift," you thought as you stepped through your front door. As you let out a yawn, thoroughly exhausted and ready to go to sleep after a quick late night snack (ice cream sounded great), you noticed something on the tiles floor of your kitchen.
A dark spot of something liquid.
Blood?
A rustling sound suddenly came from the living room, startling you, and you quickly grabbed a nearby kitchen knife, preparing yourself for a struggle.
Entering the living room, you noticed it was dark, and nothing seemed out of place until you checked the couch.
There, in all her glory, lay a very asleep Kang Seulgi, looking battered and bruised to say the least, a spoon and an empty quart-sized container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream lying on the coffee table next to her, along with some blood-soaked paper towels.
Kang Seulgi and you had met under odd circumstances, as she tried to beat up some bullies for taking her things and you trying to step in between as a peaceful mediator. You, unfortunately, did not successfully defuse the tense situation in middle school, but gained a valuable friend in Seulgi when you told the truth to the principal when the bullies tried to get her expelled.
Truth be told, even though she excelled in combat, learning multiple types of martial arts that you could never even try to pronounce, she was never good at fighting what you couldn’t pummel into submission. Namely, calculus, physics, and the tough hand she was dealt with from the beginning.
Though you grew up with a loving household, a full family of 2 parents and 1 older sibling, she grew up with just her father, and one who struggled to make ends meet at that. As a result, she always seemed to have a knack for the crazy and dangerous, which would probably explain why she was lying on your couch, bleeding from places you don’t bleed from without some serious intervention.
"What did you get yourself into now?" you whispered as you knelt by her, trying to examine her wounds without waking her. Thankfully, it was just a couple violent looking gashes in her face and arms. Nothing a few stitches couldn't fix.
Thankfully.
Funny how cuts were the best of injuries that you would see from her. As you tried to move away to get your medical kit, she stirred, a sleepy smile coming across her face.
“Hey,” she whispered, her eyes still closed in their half-crescent shape as she stretched out before wincing, clutching her abs.
“When did you get here?” you asked, concern written all over your face despite your attempts to make her comfortable.
"Just 5 minutes ago."
You laughed at her obvious lie. "You ate a quart of ice cream and fell asleep in 5 minutes?"
She looked away sheepishly, before muttering, "It wasn't a whole quart."
"Fine. Half a quart. Half of my quart.” You rolled your eyes. Ice cream wasn’t the problem here, even though your stomach disagreed. "When did you really get here?"
"An hour or two ago," she said, shaking her head. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming back tonight."
You reached under the coffee table, pulling out a small kit of medical supplies and some needles, much to Seulgi's chagrin. "Again?"
"I'm sorry, Bear," you said regretfully, using a nickname she had very much earned back in high school. "Anesthesia?"
"Nope," she said, giving you a cheeky grin. A decision you knew she would regret, but one she made every time anyways. Was it courage? Foolishness? Whim? Not even you, her best friend since childhood, could fathom what wild things went around in her head.
“So how’s your dad?” you asked, trying to distract her from the sting of isopropyl alcohol seeping into her cut as you disinfected her wound. She winced as she sighed, shaking her head.
“He’s only getting worse.” Your gut twinged with helplessness as you looked up at her, distraught worry written all over her face. “That’s why I’m doing this, after all.” She pointed to her bloodied and bruised fists.
“I could always pay the bill for an operation,” you offered, for what must have been the millionth time, but she shook her head.
“I’ve got it covered. Thanks for offering, though.”
She let out an exhale as you inserted the needle into her forehead, pulling it through along with the thread. You continued this process in silence, her eyes locked on your face as you focused on the task at hand. She had long since stopped grimacing, simply ignoring the pain shooting through her head every time the needle pierced her skin.
“It’s really not a problem, I could pay-”
“And it’s really fine,” she insisted, cutting you off. “I can take care of myself out there. Besides, it’s fun to punch people and get paid.”
“It’s not fun for me to see everything that happens to you at the end of it all,” you replied quietly, averting your eyes from her. “I don’t like seeing you get hurt more than you need to be.”
She could tell that you were being honest, that you were baring your emotions out like you always had, being the one with your heart on your sleeve.
“I’ll be fine.” And just like that, you knew that would be the end of it. That was how it always was. Her crashing at your place for medical attention, you trying to convince her to get help and stop fighting, and her telling you she was fine and would be fine. Yet here you were, stitching up yet another cut on her, putting ointment on yet another hand with knuckles that looked more purple than grapes did. But you were silent.
After you were done with the rest of her injuries, you went into your kitchen again, flipping open the second cupboard to the right, just above the toaster, and grabbing a bag that you had prepared beforehand in case she came. It was filled with aspirin and other meds for her and her father, along with a few bills. She would never ask for it, but she took it every time anyways.
You made your way to the front door, knowing she was already there, waiting for you despite your numerous attempts to ask her to take it easy and sleep off the pain. You handed her the bag, a wistful smile on your face as she opened the door, stepping out before stopping just outside of the frame.
She turned back, a bright smile on her face, her eyes curved back into those classic crescent moons. She waved, looking as cheery and optimistic as ever.
“Thanks!” she called out before she bounded down the stairwell, much to your worry and amusement due to the nature of her injuries.
“Be careful!” you shouted after her, trying to sound as serious as possible but unable to restrain the smile on your face.
You closed the door behind you, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You needed to sleep. There were more guts to cut open, more people to save, more blood to be spilled tomorrow. And as you stumbled into your bed, haphazardly shedding your clothes and attire, feeling your eyes grow heavy by the second, you were glad that your friend had paid a visit, even if it wasn’t on the cleanest or most pleasant terms.
~A few days later~
Everything about the fightclub screamed for you to get the hell out. It was gross. It was crowded and gross. It was sweaty and crowded and, you guessed it, fucking gross.
So why were you here?
The answer to your internal question stood under the spotlight, black hair untied and wearing tight black clothes like she was some sort of vigilante, but before you could see anything else, a man stood up holding a microphone to be heard over the cacophony of voices in the crowd of interested watchers. As he began saying whatever random bullshit he needed to say to hype up the crowd, you turned your attention to Seulgi again, looking her up and down, clearly in her element.
Not a single movement or twitch of anxiety.
It was kind of attractive, if you were being honest.
Admittedly, Seulgi had always been pretty, despite the fact that she was your friend. Every curve on her body seemed to have a certain deadly precision, as if she had been sculpted by hand and not born by some chance happening or mishmash of genetics. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, culminating in a perfectly rounded ass, abs so tight that you felt that you could suffocate when she wore crop tops, not to mention her nicely sized bust. But this?
This brought that to a whole other level, you realized, as you watched her in the ring, unintimidated by an adversary who loomed over her, standing at 6′0 to her 5′3. And though you absolutely abhorred violence, steering clear of it whenever you could and retreating to TV shows and video games, the grace with which Seulgi leaped through the air to deliver a perfectly placed punch to the jaw, or when her whole body seemed to shapeshift in just the right way to land a flying spin kick, was truly something incredible.
And, more accurately, hot.
But your observations were cut short when her opponent retaliated, landing a punch of his own and pushing her back despite her effective elbow block. Another punch came, followed by another one, and eventually, what should have been an effective block turned into a punch to the gut, sickening you to the core. But yet again, Seulgi showed her mettle, recovering from the blow quickly before mule kicking the man, who had foolishly tried to grab her. He teetered on his back foot for a moment, wobbling from the hit, before finally collapsing in a heap on his back, thoroughly bested.
But you didn’t see any of this, quickly rushing outside so Seulgi wouldn’t notice you, and more importantly, to give yourself an opening to throw up all the contents of your stomach you had been holding down for the last hour in the disgustingly sweaty cramped quarters of the audience.
After a few moments, you moved to exit the alleyway to get to your car parked nearby, only to find that you were blocked, a figure standing next to you by the door into the fightclub arena.
“You done?” came a gruff, deep voice, and when you looked at the person, it turned out it was some guy, scruffy looking with a dirtied shirt and jacket on, holding a hammer in one hand. He certainly didn’t look friendly.
“Yeah, who are you?”
He didn’t answer your question, simply punching you in the stomach and knocking you backwards off your feet. You groaned, clutching your aggravated gut, when you noticed two other people behind him; similarly gruff and intimidating looking men.
“Oh shit,” you muttered, much to the amusement of the man with the hammer, who slammed it down on the ground in front of you, eliciting a yell of surprise and fear from you. “Wallet?”
You hesitated, but somehow found the courage to laugh. “You’re dumber than you look, you know.” And somehow, also the courage to taunt him. “You think I would take my wallet out here? I don’t even have any cash on me.”
The man’s eyes narrowed into a vicious glare, a sick smirk twisting his face. “Then I guess we’ll have to get you to take us more seriously.” Pinning you to the ground, one knee on your back, he forced you to extend one hand out, despite your attempts to tuck it under yourself. Holding your trembling body still, he raised the hammer, about to strike when Seulgi opened the door, seeing the scene.
Quick as a flash, she kicked the man holding you down, sending him flying into some nearby trash bags before turning to deal with the other two. Scrambling back, you watched as she dispatched the two of them with ease, breathing heavily and watching them to make sure they weren’t faking, just as the man with the hammer lunged out of the piles of garbage, hammer raised to crush her skull.
In a split second decision, you rush forwards, your heart racing from anxiety and adrenaline, grabbing onto the man’s arm and holding him back, only to receive the pointed end of the hammer yourself, the blunt spikes digging into the skin of your arm like a knife and burrowing itself deep under your flesh, ripping it out of his hands as you fell back in pain.
Your vision blurred, head spinning, and you could just make out the faintest outline of Seulgi beating the shit out of the man before she rushed over you. Thoughts flooded through your mind, a deluge of consciousness coming to the forefront of your scrambled senses as you tried to comprehend the excruciating pain coming from your forearm, the blood-soaked hammer lying on the pavement next to you. Then you noticed the slow but steadily growing pool of blood next to you, Seulgi’s voice fading in the background, before everything went dark.
~a few hours later~
You woke up on your couch, the familiar scent of hyacinth candles drifting by. The scent was a nice distraction, for the moment immediately after you awoke you felt your heartbeat throbbing in your head, your left arm feeling strangely heavier than usual and radiating waves of dull pain. You sat up gingerly, carefully bringing your arm to your chest when you noticed the bloodied gauze wrapped around it, as well as the trail of dark splotches on the tiled floor leading up to the couch.
“Dammit,” you muttered, staring down the annoying task of cleaning large quantities of dried blood off of your usually pristine floor.
“That’s right,” came Seulgi’s amused voice from behind you, sitting on the recliner. “You stole my spot and you ruined my clothes.”
Her black jacket lay on the coffee table, and you assumed that there was blood on it despite the fact that you couldn’t see any of it since, well, it was a black jacket.
She sighed, getting up from the recliner and walking to sit next to you. “Well, at least you woke up,” she shrugged, nonchalantly flipping her hair. “If you bled out I would have beaten you to death for-”
“Yes, yes, stealing your spot and ruining your clothes,” you parroted back, mocking her. “My sincerest apologies.”
She laughed at your antics, looking at your arm. “How’s it feel to get your flesh gouged open?”
“Wonderful,” you joked back. “Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
She laughed again, harder this time, something that made your heart flip-flop in your chest. It really was criminal how her nose crinkled up and her eyes turned into those god-forsaken crescents.
“Well, I’m glad you’re in high spirits,” she said, standing up and cracking her knuckles. “I’m gonna get going and let you clean up that mess over there and clean my jacket.” She made to leave.
“Wait,” you said suddenly, trying not to stare at her shapely ass swaying as she walked away from you. “Do you...maybe...wanna stay for a drink?”
“Well, maybe, but...” She gave you a teasing look.
“Do you want to stay for a drink?”
She was a little surprised at your tone, giving you a look you couldn’t quite place before her usual joking self was back.
“Oooh, he’s growing up now,” she teased. “Using a deep voice and asking girls for drinks and all.” You scoffed in mock-indignation at her jab.
“I’ll have you know, I’ve asked women out before,” you said, as haughtily as you could before both of you broke into giggles, stopping only when you bumped your arm against the coffee table and let out a pained groan.
“I could use some alcohol for the pain,” you said through a wince.
“Of course, I’ll go get it,” she said, winking at you. “Only for your pain, of course.”
When she came back from the kitchen, having grabbed all the beer you kept in your refrigerator and an extra bottle of wine for good measure, you had already propped yourself up comfortably on the couch, still careful not to aggravate your arm any more than you already had.
“So much for not getting hurt,” you muttered, and Seulgi grinned cheekily at you again as she sat down next to you.
“Yeah, really not one of your best moments,” she laughed as she popped open a can of beer. “Getting mugged and needing me to come and save your ass?”
Then you remembered why you had gotten hurt in the first place, and your eyes narrowed at her. “But I’m the one who had to come save your ass because you didn’t have the spacial awareness or the hearing capable of noticing a man get up from a pile of trash!”
“I saved you and you know it!”
“And I saved you and you know it too!”
She sighed in exasperation, just trying to chug her beer.
“Hey, none of this would’ve happened if you didn’t come to the club anyways,” she retorted before finishing off her second can, placing it on the coffee table. She cocked her head, as a thought slowly passed through her mind. “Why did you come anyways? You’ve never come before.”
You were silent for a moment, quietly contemplating her question. Were you curious? Did you miss her? What was your purpose in going there to see her? Your head thumped painfully as you took another sip out of your beer, thinking silently across from her.
“I guess...I just wanted to see what you did for your side job,” you said slowly, shrugging. “I was worried you might get hurt again.”
You looked up, noticing the slightly red tint to her face, but you just assumed that it was the alcohol. She nodded at your response, shrugging as well.
“How’d I look?” she said suddenly, leaning in close with a flirtatious wink, flustering you. “Was it everything you hoped and imagined it would be?”
Yes, yes, and yes.
“W-what are you on about?” you stammered, blushing red from your internal thoughts and her suddenly close proximity to your lips. “I was worried sick that some guy would crush you!” Not untrue, but also not the whole unfiltered truth.
“Ah, always the gentleman,” she whispered into your ear, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Regrettably, she pulled away, seeming deep in thought.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, concerned at her sudden change in character. She didn’t respond for a moment.
“Oh, fuck it.”
With that, she whirled around, a hand grabbing your collar aggressively and yanking you to a stop right in front of her face.
“What are you...!”
She gently put a hand on your face, caressing the curve of your cheek.
“...doing...” You trailed off as she kissed you tenderly, surprising you at first by the softness of it all, before you reciprocated fully, your good hand moving to wrap around her body. Her lips were incredibly soft and sweet, and as cliche as it sounded, just like fresh summer strawberries. There was a soft smacking sound as she pulled away, her eyes gazing at you lovingly before shifting to the look she had given you earlier, the one you couldn’t recognize until now.
Lust.
But this time, it was combined with the pure unbridled passion of the years and years and years that you had cared for her, doing all that you could to help her, truly wishing her the best even when she loved someone other than you. And you knew even without a word, from that look, that there was no turning back.
She dove back in, her dark locks falling around your face like a beautiful curtain, kissing you hard and breaching the entrance of your lips with her tongue, aggressively pushing you down onto the couch as she made out with you. Your heart raced, pounding heavily in your head for a much different reason this time than earlier in the day, and you felt blood rushing into your pants rapidly as she continued to dominate your mouth with her tongue, plundering it with reckless abandon. She pulled away temporarily, ripping off her shirt like an animal in heat and aggressively pulling off your own while somehow not bumping your arm in the process, not that you would have cared.
Your lips locked again, stealing your breath away in a way that felt so cruel, yet felt so delicious. Every touch of her body against yours was purely electric, and your hands moved to cup her breasts through her bra, kneading them gently and eliciting a moan from her.
Your lips roamed from her mouth to her neck as she cried out at your ministrations, sucking on the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave a visible mark, before moving further down to her collarbone, the warmth emanating from her drawing you in like a fly to a lightbulb. Her hands, ever moving, unclasped her bra, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts to you, which you pounced on immediately, sucking and kissing one while squeezing the other with your good hand.
Before long, however, your hand moved off on its own, snaking down her deliciously toned abs and into her pants, delicately rubbing against her clit and giving her a jolt of friction, causing her body to jerk against yours from the pleasure. Slowly and steadily, you stimulated her, rubbing just around her hard nub before inserting one finger, then two, then three as she moaned and thrashed on top of you, her body melting into a puddle of lust.
But you stopped, frustratingly short of her peak, pulling your hand out of her pants much to her displeasure.
“Why’d you stop?”
You smirked. “You are dangerously overdressed.”
She glared at you, but she shimmied out of her pants anyways, leaving her in just her panties as you shed your pants.
“Someone’s happy this is happening,” she teased, palming your rock hard shaft through the fabric of your boxers, before kissing it gently. She pulled the annoying piece of underwear down, revealing your cock in its entirety, standing at attention the instant her slender fingers made contact.
She stroked slowly, watching as your face contorted in pleasure from every touch. With much suspense and anticipation, you watched as she opened her mouth, her tongue just about to touch the head of your cock until she moved it just to the side, missing it on purpose.
“Seriously?” you whined, giving her a look of incredulity as she laughed at your neediness, but quickly silenced your complaint as she wrapped her luscious lips around your shaft, engulfing you in a veritable hell of pleasure, pulling a soft moan from your lips despite your attempts to hold back.
Her lips rolled down your shaft, coating it in a slick sheen of saliva before she retreated, her tongue stroking up the underside and twirling around your throbbing head. As she continued, she began to speed up, going deeper until you felt your cock slam against the back of her throat, her saliva positively coating your shaft in a thick mess of bubbles and stringy liquid. She pulled back, gasping for breath through a smile as she looked at you, sweat rolling down your face as you struggled to hold on from falling off that precipice.
“You’re so good at that,” you gasped, and she just smirked at you, moving to continue when you stopped her. “Let me finish what I started.”
She shrugged, letting up when you abruptly took control of the situation, flipping her over on the couch.
Your mouth went back to her exposed breasts, sucking on her and making her go crazy from the feeling before you began kissing downwards, feeling her midsection all the way to her hips and her glistening sex.
“Shit, you’re wet,” you remarked, before you dove in, eating her out and preventing her snarky reply with your tongue. You quickly inserted two fingers in afterwards, thrusting them in and out of her with haste as she moaned, trembling from the rapid stimulation. You inserted another finger into her, your other hand digging under her delicious ass as she quivered, her hands reached around her desperately to find some outlet for the electricity coursing through her. Her muscles clenching and unclenching, twisting and turning around your fingers and tongue, complemented by her ever increasing volume of cries and groans of pleasure let you know that she was close.
She just needed that final push.
So you gave it to her, sucking hard on her clit, and she tumbled over the edge, letting out a string of profanities and unintelligible moans as she rode out her orgasm, her hips bucking wildly into your face and her legs trembling as if she was out of her own body for a second.
“Wow,” was all she managed out, breathing heavily before she let out a short laugh, smiling at you in semi-satisfaction. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
She clearly wasn’t as tired out as she seemed, however, because as soon as you let up, she pushed you off, lifting you clean up off the couch and taking you into the bedroom, bridal style.
You laughed at the situation before she leapt onto the bed behind you, pinning you down, and locking lips with you again, making out with you hard as her fingers grasped your shaft, lining it up with her entrance. She pulled away, before inch by inch, you penetrated into her depths, finally fitting snugly inside of her wet cavern, your moans mixing together at the satisfying feeling.
Slowly, she started moving, moaning in pleasure as you pushed deep inside of her, breasts bouncing lightly as she began to ride you, her perfectly shaped ass bouncing against your hips.
“Shit, I feel so full,” she gasped as she sped up, bucking her hips up and down like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t even manage a reply, as she slammed herself down on your cock, her juices spilling out and soaking your shaft in a slick that only made her go faster.
Your hands roamed her body, grasping her ass and urging her on, before they traveled back to her breasts, kneading the flesh and rolling her nipples, eliciting a cry.
Her mouth was wide open, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead as she exerted herself, pushing herself to the limit to pleasure both of you as she continued her relentless movements, riding your cock into oblivion with you.
“Oh, fuck!”
Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to grind herself against you, trying to reach that peak again when you reached a hand down to her clit, rubbing her gently. Her eyes shot open again, the lust and need to cum clearly written all over her face as she moaned wantonly, impaling herself on your cock while you rubbed her clit.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed as her legs started trembling again, her pussy clenching tightly around you, triggering your own orgasm as a wave of both your liquids coated around your cock and leaked out of her glistening sex. She collapsed forwards, her head burying itself into the sheets next to you, and you gently caressed her sweat-covered back as she rode down from her high, quiet whiny moans still emanating from her as your cock twitched weakly inside of her.
She rolled off of you slowly, a trail of fluids following her as she laid there, smiling in post-coital bliss. “Shit, that felt good.” You hummed in agreement, pulling her close to you and kissing the top of her forehead gently before you both fell into a deep slumber, forgetting the stress of the day and relaxing into the comfort of each other’s arms.
~The next morning~
You awoke slowly, your eyes opening slowly before seeing a huddled mass of sheets in front of you, black hair splayed everywhere. It took you a moment to remember all that had happened in just one day, but it came rushing back to you in a torrent of memories, and you couldn’t help but smile as Seulgi slept next to you soundly, snoring gently like the bear that she was.
As sneakily as possible, you tiptoed out of the bedroom, grabbing your phone off of the coffee table and typing a quick message to your boss at the hospital. After all, you couldn’t possibly work with an injured arm, right?
Your smile returned, and you quickly and quietly put on some clean clothes before heading out into the kitchen, starting up the stove to make breakfast for the two of you.
As you got into the kitchen, Seulgi was somehow already there, a pan full of eggs and some toast ready for you, wearing one of her own outfits.
When did she get her own clothes?
“Morning! Did you sleep well?” she asked innocently, handing you the food as you stared at her dumbfounded. “Who’s the girl in your room?”
You blinked, confused. “Wait, what?”
She gave you an incredulous look. “You know, the one with black hair and is snoring right now?”
“That was you.”
Seulgi laughed, shaking her head. “What? Why would I be in your bed?”
You were genuinely confused, looking at her like she had grown three heads or something. “But...we slept together last night.”
She laughed even harder this time, doubling over. “Me? Sleep with you? You wish!” You set down the food and rushed back into the bedroom. Sure enough, the black hair and mess of sheets were still splayed there, along with the snoring. You turned to leave the room in disbelief until you noticed something.
The snoring.
It was rhythmic.
Like a repeating track.
You immediately turn around, pulling off the sheets to reveal the prank: the black hair was simply a wig, and the sound of the snoring was coming from a recorded track on her phone that she had looped. You turned, seeing Seulgi in the door, her face red with laughter as she wiped tears from her eyes, absolutely dying at your expense.
“Y-your face!” she howled. “I-It was priceless!” She kept laughing as you approached her, walking closer and closer until you loomed over her crouched form on the ground. “Hey, don’t try anything or I’ll punch you.”
You ignored her, leaning down towards her.
“I’m serious, I wi-”
You cut her off with a kiss, chaste and tender, leaving her breathless as you pulled away, a small little smile on your face. Her cheeks reddened, and she looked away, cutely embarrassed to your own amusement.
“How’s that for ‘priceless’,” you smirked, extending a hand to help her up, which she gratefully took.
As the two of you finally sat down to breakfast, you couldn’t help but ask the one question that you had been dying to ask.
“So...what are we now?”
She didn’t miss a beat with her answer, a calm little smile coming to her face. “I dunno. Maybe you should take me on a date and we’ll find out.”
Then she gave you a devilish smirk, a look of wildness coming to her eyes again.
“Or...”
You swallowed in anticipation, your throat suddenly feeling dry. “Or?”
“...you could fuck me over that kitchen counter of yours just li-”
“Consider it done.”
As the two of you made out and had wild sex, slamming each other into various surfaces with little care for anything else in the world, you realized that was how you hoped to spend the rest of your life. Lounging around with your best friend, talking with her, joking with her, occasionally fucking her brains out. That was by no means the end of your problems. After all, she was a wild and stubborn fighter who literally beat people up for a living, and you would have to patch her up every time afterwards. But crazy was never so bad.
Right?
A/N 2: First story, so advice would be appreciated! I actually have a question for my fellow writers out there who might be reading this: are the time skips like absolutely horrendous? Just curious, because I was thinking about it for future stories and stuff and wanted to know if it might be a better idea not to do as many as I did in this one. Anyways, thanks for reading this lil’ rant paragraph and Happy New Year to all! :)
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#5
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It was hard to meet new people, you realized.
You wouldn’t say you were too extroverted, but you certainly were never one to hold your tongue, nor had you ever been quite unable to speak to someone.
“Guess there’s always a first,” you thought, fidgeting awkwardly in your seat while watching the demonstrations for a class sponsored by your gym.
You were a regular there, passing by usually once a week to lift some weights or do some cardio just to make sure you weren’t falling too out of shape. Being a former athlete made you at least slightly conscious of your body, so you made it a point to maintain a healthy lifestyle.
That being said, it wasn’t every day when every second was a struggle, your face turning an interesting hue of red as you focused on the exercises. Even stranger, those exercises weren’t even difficult.
So why were you so flushed?
Well for starters, you weren’t the one exercising. And secondly, the class wasn’t just any ordinary ‘how to lift weights more effectively and properly’. No, the class you had so unwisely decided to attend was for lap dances.
Specifically, young adult to middle-aged couples trying to spice up their sex lives with the perfect 5-6 minute sequence of grinding, teasing, and sometimes (though not at the moment) stripping.
The class was taught by one of your closest friends, Wheein, and her partner, Hwasa, both of which had suggested it to you when you had been dating Eunbi.
“It’ll be fun,” they had said, promising to slip you through the extensive reservation process and overall sign-up feature, not that you needed much convincing if it meant a free lap dance from someone as hot as your girlfriend.
Well, ex-girlfriend now, technically.
Messy breakup aside, the reservation was permanent, your money having been taken beforehand, so you had decided to go anyways. It couldn’t be that bad, right?
“Just put yourself out there,” Wheein had said reassuringly, patting your back while you chugged down a beer in the aftermath of the final argument. “This class honestly might be what you need to get over it.”
Get over it my ass.
You cursed your awful logic as you watched Wheein and Hwasa walk around the room, helping people smooth out their moves and maintain better technique.
The only bright part about the entire situation was your partner, a young, fit woman who seemed to be about your age, with flowing dark hair and a shy face that wore a smile of quiet humor. She had been the only other single person in the room, sitting in the corner wrapped in a loose white jacket, her eyes barely even meeting yours as she took the seat next to you.
Her nature intrigued you, and she quickly folded her arms and withdrew into herself, occasionally moving her body to the rhythm of the music in a seated pantomime.
In any different scenario, you might have tried to talk to her or get to know her better, maybe ask her out for a drink or coffee, certainly a name, at least. In literally any other place, you would have had the courage to make a move or speak a word.
But nope. Not here. Not while 10 other couples got down on each other, engaging in sexual activity. Not only was it sexual, some of it was truly horrifying. Contortionist audition levels of horrifying.
“What’s wrong with me?” you thought, the usual daggers of self-degradation slashing through you. “Why can’t I just enjoy myself?”
Eunbi’s surprised face from 2 months ago flashed through your mind again, her shocked and guilty expression speaking volumes as you caught her in your shared bed, another man underneath her.
Welp, there’s your answer.
“Ok, we’ll take five here,” Hwasa called from the front, stopping the couple she had been helping, hips around the room slowly stopping their movements and sitting back down primly. After all, it only made sense that at least some of the people there were slightly embarrassed.
You stood up and slowly walked out of the class, taking in the cool air of the hallway that was a sharp contrast to the humid and heavy atmosphere of the class, fanning your face to try and rid yourself of the odd blush in your cheeks when you felt a small hand tap your shoulder.
It was your partner, her lithe frame retreating from you as you turned to look at her.
“Oh, hey! We haven’t been properly introduced, have we?”
She studied you for half a second, taking in your features before nodding politely.
“I-I’m Naeun,” she stammered, brushing her hair back before offering her hand to you.
Her palm was cold and clammy as you took it, her nerves clearly on display, and she seemed to melt even further into her crinkly jacket as you shook it firmly.
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Motivation
Being single had been an easy life. Providing for yourself, after all, was always a simple task. You maintained a relatively regular schedule throughout the days, working a normal job and earning enough to keep yourself happy, while relaxing at home and occasionally going out with friends on the weekends. Their company was more than enough to quench the loneliness that bubbled up occasionally in your gut as you stared deep into your computer screen, struggling with a longing for someone to spend time with.
You had been in the middle of a lengthy dry spell, maintaining a temporary retirement from the game of dating, until that night, when Seulgi had easily broken through your friendzone walls, hammering through the cracks she had built up over years of flirting and close contact.
Most of what you did with her stayed the same, given how close the two of you had been before. You still patched her up after a fight, took her out to eat, and met her out for drinks and sang kookily in karoake bars. The only difference was that instead of splitting up afterwards, the two of you would absolutely ravage each other at your apartment, taking turns making the other scream out through the night.
Ah, young love.
Of course, now that you were dating and more importantly, living with Seulgi, you were reintroduced to your long forgotten pet peeves of living with another human being.
Though there were a lot of issues, most of which were so trivial and so easily adjustable for you that there wasn’t even any point in mentioning them, one that was not at all easy to fix was the difference in you and Seulgi’s circadian rhythms. More specifically, the difference of when you and Seulgi normally went to bed were practically completely opposite.
While you usually needed to wake up early at the crack of dawn, sometimes getting out of bed at 5:30 to rush to the hospital in preparation for a day of gory surgeries, Seulgi usually never needed to wake up early and preferred sometime around 9-10. Even then, she might laze around in bed, looking at her phone before getting up, which would be perfectly fine if Seulgi still fell asleep the same time as you did.
The difference affected Seulgi far more than it did you, primarily because she simply couldn’t fall asleep when you did, and would often complain of being overly rested and lethargic whenever she went to bed earlier than 2 in the morning.
So as you slowly awoke on Seulgi’s birthday, eyes inching open, you fully expected to see her sleeping form next to you, an arm draped across your body and her naked form wrapped in the sheets in a beautiful mess. You didn’t plan on making her get up early on her special day since the two of you had all twenty-four hours of the day to catch up after an especially busy week for you, but alas, she wasn’t there, the blankets on her side having been completely pushed off and her clothes having been cleaned up from the floor of the bedroom.
“Seulgi?” Your voice came out quiet and hoarse, the rest of you still trying to stir yourself from the last vestiges of sleep when you realized your arms were stuck, tied firmly to the frame of the bed with pink ribbons.
What is this?
A sizzling sound came from outside the bedroom, along with the clatter of a few pans.
“Seulgi!” you called, trying to get her attention to no avail, and the sizzling sound continued for a few minutes before it stopped. Shortly afterwards, she walked in, a plate full of breakfast and a dazzling smile, wearing a loose dress that left little to the imagination.
“You’re up,” she remarked, beaming brightly and sitting down on the bed next to you, chopsticks digging into a delicious looking omelet before raising it to her lips and blowing on it gently. “I made you breakfast.”
“I can see that,” you chuckled, glancing at your hands which were still tightly bound. “It’s your birthday, I should be the one making you breakfast.”
She shrugged nonchalantly, lips curving into a slick little smirk. “Don’t worry. You’ll need this to pay me back later.” Her eyes flashed something dangerous as they flicked up to look into yours, and you suddenly felt your underwear tighten, your throat drying up again.
“How’d you even get up before me?” you asked as she raised a mouthful of egg up to you which you gratefully ate, the warm delicious blend of cheese, egg and pepper dissolving perfectly on your tongue.
“It wasn’t that hard. Just needed some motivation.”
“I only wish you’d proven that when we were supposed to go to my family brunch,” you joked, only to receive a gentle punch to the shoulder, Seulgi glaring at you playfully.
“That was different, you know that. I was hungover,” she protested, laughing all the same as she continued feeding you. A calm silence followed as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you endearingly as you slowly ate the food she fed you.
“Anyways, happy birthday!” you said as enthusiastically as you could, giving her jazz hands despite the fact that you could hardly move them at all. “How’s it feel to be on the wrong side of your twenties?”
She scoffed at you, flicking your forehead indignantly. “It feels great, thank you very much.” She stuck her tongue out at you playfully before feeding you another piece of omelet.
“Jeez, you really pulled out all the stops today,” you mumbled through a mouth full of food. “These omelets are delicious.”
Her smile ticked up a little more, her eyes curving up into those heart-wrenching crescents as she giggled. “Really? I was worried you wouldn’t like them.”
A cheshire look spread across your face, and you swallowed your food before continuing.
“I mean, by contrast, your last attempt on my birthday ended up in flames, so-”
She let out a full body laugh, throwing her head back and sounding like a little child, giggling unabashedly for a few moments before she suddenly looked forlorn and slightly dejected.
“Wow, of all days to point out my shortcomings...”
She pretended to be upset, which you played along with, cooing, “It’s okay. My Bear’s precious even if she sleeps 16 hours a day or starts housefires.”
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261 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 15:38:50 GMT
#3
Reasons
A/N 1: This is a sequel to “Motivation” and “Crazy”, both which are in the same timeline.
There are a million reasons.
Maybe even a million and one.
The drive from the gym to your home is probably less than ten minutes. You’re standing right underneath a streetlight. You’re in a parking lot. You’re both too tired to be making good decisions. You need a change of clothes and a shower before anyone would want to touch you with a ten-foot pole. You want it to be the typical, passionate, soft relationship-affirming sex it’s supposed to be.
But this week has been hell.
That box has been burning a hole through your sock drawer.
And your heart has been beating too fast, too much, too hard, for too long to keep you waiting another moment.
Yes, there are a million reasons, or a million and one, or a million and two, or a million and three, or a nigh-infinite quantity of reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this.
Not one of them is good enough to stop you.
Her lips are rough and chapped when you claim them with yours. You don’t care. You don’t care about anything in the world right now. Nothing but the way Seulgi feels in your arms, the way she smells, the way her body molds and pieces against yours, so intertwined that you almost forget where she starts and you end.
Somehow, as you wrestle with her on the hood of your car, you end up on the asphalt, with her weight on your chest—landing with an “oof!”—with her lips still on yours, kissing, pressing, always pressing. It’s greed that propels her aggression, wanting more, demanding more, needing every last scrap of commitment you can muster the courage to give her.
She fists the collar of your shirt, a clean button-up you wore to work as she practically rips your tie off, then throws it to the side. It’s your favorite tie, but nothing can compare to the tornado of beauty that is Seulgi sitting on your lap, her hair mussed up, her face red and her lips swollen.
“Fuck,” you groan out. She leans in, nips at your jawline, kisses your neck as her fingers dig into your chest lightly. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispers, her forehead warm and feverish, her cheek soft and pliant against yours. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Your shirt is her next victim, her typically dexterous hands choosing instead to rip it open, popping off every single button. Patience is not one of her virtues, but this is about more than just the lack thereof.
“Seulgi,” you whisper in a hushed, reverent voice. Her name is as much a prayer for you as it is for her, an anchor to reality itself. Who were you without her? What would you be without her?
She trembles as your breath tickles the shell of her ear, your fingers sliding under her skirt to part her folds carefully, to press the pad of a finger into her dripping heat.
“Seulgi,” you murmur again. You can’t get enough of her, not even saying her name. It’s beautiful, enchanting. “Seulgi, Seulgi, Seulgi.”
Always on repeat. Slide your finger just a little further inside of her, curve it just to feel her body spasm sharply, arching down into yours.
“O-Oh my god,” she stammers, her cheeks flushed pink, her teeth nibbling at your neck.
It’s a melody you’ll never get tired of hearing, more musical than any aria or serenade, a note played by an instrument exclusive to you, your finger joined by another, then another, until you’re steadily pumping and plucking at invisible strings, driving Seulgi into a mad cacophony of beautiful sound.
The way her walls pulse around you is the rhythm of your symphony. Or maybe it’s your heartbeat, melded to hers through the fabric of your clothes and chests. The syncopation of the two drives you crazy, makes you forget your own name as you slowly become whole again. It’s Seulgi, always Seulgi, that guides you there, her trembling, shaking hand undoing your pants with surprising articulation, releasing your cock from its restraints before trapping it into a new prison, the welcome embrace of her soft palm.
The first stroke brings her name to your lips again, a touch more pleading, a hint of a whine slipping through your taut jaw, the muscles in your neck flexing instinctively in restraint. The second makes you close your eyes and relish the electricity running through your body. It’s unstoppable, a current that would probably be lethal if you weren’t so lost in everything else about her.
“W-wait.”
The moment the word leaves her lips, you stop, withdrawing your hand from her heat, watching her carefully as she leans back and spreads her legs, her skirt pulled down to her ankles. Soaked panties are the only thing between you and heaven on Earth.
It’s quick and casual, as though sitting on pavement, half-naked in the middle of the night is the most natural thing for anyone to do.
“Taste me.”
It’s a request long overdue, and one that you have absolutely no qualms in fulfilling. As her legs widen to accommodate you between them, it’s a mix of mesmerism and instinct that drives your tongue in a long, patient stripe up her folds, the tip of your tongue brushing against her swollen clit.
Her hands are restless through it all; they tug at your hair, scratch your scalp, pull one of your hands up towards her chest so you can squeeze and knead the soft flesh beneath her clothes.
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263 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 14:48:15 GMT
#2
Impatient
When you had started your crusade to finally get some studying done, you had known it was only a matter of time. After all, the little brat always got what she wanted, even when you did your best to satisfy her preemptively.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
The paper of the book rustled as you turned the page, your eyes trained on the words printed out on the surface as the clock ticked away incessantly from the far wall of the room.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The time bomb had been well underway when you noticed a familiar shape enter the room, a petite figure sitting down and setting down some books, biting a lip before beginning to flip through a book.
You knew she wasn’t actually reading it.
Tick.
Tock.
Mere minutes had passed, yet already her presence began to make the ink run, the symbols and numbers blurring together in a confused jumble as you struggled to concentrate.
It was almost magnetic, an urge, an itch that drew your eyes towards the front of the library, empty and devoid of life save for you and one other.
Her shape was defined, markedly slim and smooth, yet even in her air of cool nonchalance, you could not help but feel an attraction, a pull that reminded you of all of the devilish, sinful, raw things you had done with her; no, done to her.
Like a telepath, she seemed to think the same thing, a small smirk flickering across her lips when she noticed your sideways glance, and almost pointedly, she leaned over to pick up a pen she “accidentally” dropped, her tight jeans clearly outlining the rounded shape of her ass just over the top of the table.
Tick.
Though her clothes exposed little to nothing; hardly any skin, certainly none of her dangerously alluring curves and edges, it didn’t matter. The outline of her waist, her shoulders, collar, neck, chest, all of it only distracted you more and more from your original task, though if you were being honest, you would have never come to the library if you really wanted to study.
It was really too easy for her to track you down.
Tock.
A few more minutes passed before she stood up, slowly making her way away from the table, her hips swaying from side to side as she slipped behind the door to the printing room with a wink.
You knew what that wink meant, you knew everything that waited behind that door, you knew, you knew, god, you fucking knew all too well. It was like a hypnotic spell, a trick, an irresistible bait, an endlessly wide net cast out just to catch you, a singular fish in the sea.
And you fell for it every time, hook, line, and sinker.
Still, the library was deserted, without even a librarian in sight.
“I’ll wait 5 minutes,” you thought, steeling yourself while glancing at the ever-present clock, moving agonizingly slowly. “Just 5 minutes more.”
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
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290 notes • Posted 2021-04-30 03:49:17 GMT
#1
Monster
A/N 1: Japanese vocabulary to keep in mind:
Shoji: Japanese-styled door; typically made of thick wax paper (lets in light but is not transparent).
Onryō: A vengeful ghost.
And most importantly,
Kuchisake-onna: The slit-mouthed woman.
There wasn’t much to like about subways.
They were always filled with people from all backgrounds, crowding around like ants on a piece of fruit, pushing and shoving about to find a better place to stand or sit. The grime that coated the inside never helped either, aiding the constant sway in disturbing your natural sensitivity to motion and imbalances. You would have loved to have been able to avoid subways for the rest of your life, carrying on your own business without ever boarding a metal contraption so uncomfortable the engineer must have been trying to make it so.
Yet, at exactly midnight, the start of a new day, you found yourself standing at the double doors, taking deep breaths in anticipation. Most people, you assumed, would have already gone home from work by now, tucking in for a good night’s sleep in anticipation for the next day.
Not you.
Your work was just beginning.
“Please stand clear of the closing doors,” the automated voice said, with poise. “Please stand clear of the closing doors.”
As you stepped into the subway car, there was nothing unexpected. Typical smudges of dirt and mud smeared along the ground from occupants long gone, the occasional forgotten item or paper sitting on a seat.
Choosing to avoid these, you carefully took a seat closer to the center, sitting down primly, your ears piqued, your eyes darting from side to side. Caution never hurt anyone, especially not a solitary passenger on a late-night public transit ride.
The night made you acutely aware of your own exhaustion, your eyelids drooping downwards despite the nap you had taken earlier in the afternoon. Luckily for you, the uncomfortable seat cushions served their purpose, forcing you to stay awake.
There was a musk that hung about the air, an uncouth, fermented scent, a cross between a rotting corpse and metallic blood. It reminded you of the laboratory.
It reminded you of the doctor. And needles.
Lots of needles.
Nausea washed over you, your head aching in pain, your vision hazing into a blur of green and blue, as a memory flashed through your mind, distant yet clear.
Then there was suddenly a man standing in front of the shoji, his armor glinting under the moonlight.
A samurai?
“You...”
Terror was all you could feel.
“You bitch!”
His eyes were wide and crazy, his hands quick to snatch at your throat. Only when you attempted to scream did you realize that you were, in fact, in the mind of a woman.
“You dare to sully my name,” he screamed. “My name!”
You tried to fight back, to stop him, but he was strong. Too strong. He flung you across the room, sending you careening into a stand of katanas, then crashing through a wax paper door.
“I’ll make you pay,” he swore, grinning maniacally. “You fucking whore!”
There was a flash of steel before your eyes were practically forced shut, his sweaty palm forced in your face, holding you still.
Then you felt it.
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297 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 13:35:48 GMT
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