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mean girl!chaewon who’s effortlessly intimidating and cute at the same time… short skirts, lip gloss, pretty long brown hair, cold stares and arms crossed, everyone’s lowkey scared of her

mean girl!chaewon who lowkey bullies sweet little nerdy!yunjin at school in that “you’re dumb and ugly and i’d never be into you” way while literally clinging to her arm 24/7 and stealing her glasses just to wear them

nerdy!yunjin who’s known her since forever still lets chaewon drag her around like a handbag, even if she’s rolling her eyes and calling her insufferable

nerdy!yunjin who’s secretly very fucking in love with her best friend but would never act on it (until she does)

mean girl!chaewon who flirts shamelessly in private, straddling yunjin’s thighs while saying “you’re into me, aren’t you? i know you are. you’re always blushing like an idiot” just to make yunjin squirm

nerdy!yunjin who finally snaps one day after too much teasing and just pins chaewon down and says, dead serious, “if you’re gonna keep playing like this, let me make you feel good for real”

mean girl!chaewon who immediately folds. like she acts surprised but melts the second yunjin’s fingers brush up under her skirt

nerdy!yunjin who goes down on her like she’s on a fucking mission. arms wrapped around her thighs, glasses fogged up, groaning into her soaked pussy like she’s praying

mean girl!chaewon who grabs yunjin’s hair and cusses under her breath, biting her lip and gasping between moans like “fuuuuck… you’re such a fucking nerd, why are you so good at this?”

nerdy!yunjin who moans whenever chaewon whines like she lives for it, nuzzling deeper, eyes fluttering shut as she kisses and sucks like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do

mean girl!chaewon who comes from head faster than she ever has in her life, clutching the back of the couch and shaking while yunjin just keeps eating her through the aftershocks

nerdy!yunjin who loves being called good girl, she literally gets hard under her boxers hearing chaewon whisper “good girl… don’t stop, just like that…” while tugging her hair

nerdy!yunjin who’s clumsy with words but insane with her mouth and fingers; overstimulating the shit out of chaewon until she’s sobbing and hiding her face against the pillows

mean girl!chaewon who tries to keep her bratty tone in bed (“is that all you got?” / “hope you’re not done yet…”) but ends up breaking into shaky gasps the second her thighs are spread and yunjin’s stroking slow and deep

nerdy!yunjin who whispers praise the entire time. “you’re doing so good, baby,” / “so sweet for me,” / “i got you— can you give me one more, chaechae?”

mean girl!chaewon who starts fighting subdrop after cumming too many times, and her voice goes shaky and mean like “w–why are you always being so nice to me? i don’t deserve this…” and yunjin immediately wraps her up in kisses, petting her hair with soft murmurs

nerdy!yunjin who always finishes only after her princess is completely satisfied; doesn’t matter how long it takes, she’s down there with stars in her eyes until chaewon’s legs are jelly

mean girl!chaewon who insists on keeping her cold reputation but lets yunjin eat her out in the back of the car, during sleepovers, even in the library— as long as no one else finds out she’s the needier one

nerdy!yunjin who’s secretly reshaped chaewon’s entire idea of control & gives her the illusion she’s in charge, while subtly pulling every string beneath the surface

mean girl!chaewon who eventually becomes a little obsessed, texting yunjin to come over “right now,” getting annoyed when she takes too long, then blushing uncontrollably when yunjin shows up and says, “you called for me?”

morning sunlight spills through sheer curtains, soft and colorless, like the air itself is holding its breath. you're awake before karina. again. you always are. and there’s a sort of private pleasure in it. watching her like this, undisturbed. fragile in the quiet way only people who are never truly soft manage to be when they sleep.

she’s on her side, half-curled toward you, blanket kicked down to her waist. her dark hair fans across the pillow in delicate disarray, strands catching the light, lips faintly parted in the gentlest, unintentional pout. her breath is steady and deep; a soft lull you’ve let comfort your ears.

however, you can’t help it. how could you? she’s laid out like she belongs on display, all wrapped up in a paper-thin white silk nightgown, the kind that clings in all the right and wrong places—the kind that’s begging for misbehavior.

one of the straps has fallen down her shoulder. her bare legs are tangled at the knee, smooth and warm and so touchable… your eyes trail down from her neck, her collarbone, to the outline of her breast rising and falling beneath the fabric... and lower.

you lean in closer and breathe her in. skin and faint vanilla perfume. warmth and softness. you think… what did you do to deserve this beautiful, stunning woman lying beside you?

your fingers slip beneath the hem of her nightgown with slow, reverent ease. you dip down beneath the swell of her ass, nudging silk up inch by inch, revealing only what you need to see.

her thighs part in her sleep as if she knows somehow, offering herself without question. and there, nestled between perfect skin: her pussy, bare and already faintly damp with early-morning heat. the kind of wet that says all you have to do is take it.

who are you to refuse?

you shift between her legs, easing her onto her back. she stirs a little, breath hitching, but you hush her with your lips on her thigh, dotting open-mouthed kisses upward until you're nestled just where you want to be.

you blow lightly against her folds, her leg twitches. then you taste.

her whole body jerks.

she wakes to the feeling of your tongue dragging slowly up her slit, then flicking exactly right at her clit with detailed precision. a sound escapes her— half gasp, half moan, broken and quiet. “yah— wh… what are you doing…?”

you flatten your tongue against her and lick up shamelessly, sloppier this time. your lips wrap around her clit and suck, just once, just enough to draw a noise from her that sounds like embarrassment wrapped in arousal. she squirms.

“good morning,” you murmur into her heat, lips curled. “just stay still…. wanted a little taste…”

her fingers find your hair, reflex only, and she exhales like she’s still trying to make sense of it. “oh jagiya...”

you hum and press your mouth back to her, circling her clit in slow, firm strokes, letting your tongue slip lower, teasing her entrance, tasting the slick already gathering there. and fuck, she’s wet… so wet that it drips down your chin when you ease two fingers inside and start curling in her just right.

her hips stutter. that beautiful nightgown is bunched up now, exposing her to everything— your mouth, the air, the sunlight slicking across her stomach. she’s panting, whining, and twitching under your tongue with every pass.

“feels good?” you ask, even though you know. “tell me it feels good, mommy…”

“yes, honey, feels very good…” she nods, whimpering. her face is flushed pink, eyes glassy, lips bitten raw from trying to stay quiet— and when you suck her clit again, fingers curling deep, her back arches beautifully. her body shakes.

“fuck… aegi… ah!” she cums with your name falling from her lips and your face buried between her thighs, thighs clamped so tight around your head that you’d gladly suffocate there.

you stay, lapping softly, gently, until her body stills. her fingers twitch in your hair, too weak to push you away.

and when she finally comes down, breathlessly dazed, she gazes down with half-lidded eyes and says, “so perfect… thank you, my sweet girl.”