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mello '05 lesboy (he/him)

interests: naky and putting naky into situations

Moka watches Minju uneasily.

They're only three shots in, and the other woman is already turning red in the face and slurring her words. Minju hiccups, then giggles quietly to herself. Moka lets out a nervous chuckle.

"Minju-ya...are you okay...?"

Minju nods, but she does so as if her head was the heaviest thing in the world. Moka sucks in a sharp breath when Minju nearly topples over from her own movement.

Okay. So. Minju's officially wasted.

Maybe Moka should've listened to Yunah. After all, she knew Minju the best - at least, even more than Moka did.

But that's why they were doing this--drinking together--because alcohol makes you honest, and very courageous (shameless), which is how the two of them found themselves giggling on Moka's bed with a bottle of tequila between them.

"I think it might be time to call it a night, Minju-ya," Moka says. She grabs the neck of the bottle they were sharing so she could go and put it away, only to be stopped by Minju's hand wrapping around her own.

"Whaat?? Nooo," Minju whines. It catches Moka off guard, before she starts laughing at the kicked puppy look on the other's face.

Well, she's definitely going to be bringing that up tomorrow. Maybe talking about Minju's mildly embarrassing, but mostly cute, drunk habits would be the topic that brings them closer.

"Why nooot?" Moka mimics, smiling in amusement. "You're going to thank me tomorrow for stopping you, Minju."

"But...but you're not - you're not drunk yet, Moka-ya." Minju keeps her hand around Moka's on the bottle. She scoots closer, their knees touching now. Moka's cheeks warm with the sudden proximity.

"I have a pretty good tolerance, so..."

She feels a little silly talking to Minju like this, but honestly - this was kind of the point? Though, Moka thought they would both be drunk or at the very least tipsy, but this works too. The only thing is that Minju seems to have forgotten the concept of personal space.

Minju pouts dramatically, then easily rips the bottle out of Moka's hand. Moka lets out a sound of disbelief, staring at the now proud Minju who's cradling the bottle next to her chest.

"Okay, no, sorry. I think I need to stop you."

Moka tries to. She leans forward to take the bottle out of Minju's hand. But she kind of forgot that Minju is strangely super strong, the alcohol just seemed to enhance that strength - and Moka suddenly finds herself on her back, Minju's thighs bracketing her on either side.

Minju blinks slowly down at her, the bottle in her right hand. The weight of her member on top of her brings a flood of heat to Moka's face.

"You are really...so drunk." Moka chuckles nervously again. She doesn't really know what to say, she hasn't exactly been in this situation before, nor anything even remotely similar. "Can you, umm, get off, Minju?"

The woman shakes her head, her pout growing deeper. Moka clicks her tongue, eyes flitting everywhere. She's feeling a little hot now, and she knows it's not because of the alcohol.

"...Please?" Moka attempts.

Minju blinks, then giggles. "You're cute, Moka-ya." Still, she doesn't move off her.

Moka's eyes widen when Minju suddenly leans down, their faces close enough for her to smell the tequila from Minju's breath.

"I'll get off when you're the same as me." Minju hiccups. Moka gives her a confused look.

Minju just giggles, blinking slowly again and shaking her head, probably to shake off the drunkenness. She twists off the cap, and knocks her head back to take a quick swig. Moka watches in slight horror - why the fuck would Minju want to get even more drunk?

Minju hisses from the taste, scrunching her face. After a moment, she lets out another giggle. She looks down at Moka again, her gaze feeling distant.

"Your turn, Moka-ya."

"W-What?"

It's already difficult enough to swallow liquid while laying down, now pair that with the tequila's burn, and Moka is damn near about to tear up from the slight choking sensation it's causing.

Minju keeps the bottle tilted on Moka's lips, giggling all the while she watches. She can't even resist Minju, both of her hands wrapped around Minju's wrist absolutely helpless.

After a few more swallows, Moka can't take it anymore, and she starts coughing. The tequila lands on her cheeks, dribbles down her chin. She tugs and tugs at Minju's wrist, choking helplessly on the alcohol, until the other woman finally pulls the bottle away.

Minju swallows whatever's left in her mouth, gasping right after. Tears escape her eyes, mixing with the alcohol on her face.

"Moka," Minju moans in complaint, "you're wasting it."

Moka keeps coughing. Her throat feels sore.

"I'll help clean up." Moka chokes on a cough when Minju leans down again. "You're so messy, Moka."

Minju's tongue starts at her chin, licking experimentally before her lips pucker and start sucking on her skin.

"M-Minju--"

Minju moans lowly in her throat, breathing deeply against Moka's skin as she starts to trail her lips to her cheek. Moka is completely frozen, her hands finding their way to Minju's hips to ground herself somewhat. Her fingers are trembling, though she doesn't know exactly why. There's a heat in her abdomen that Moka thinks is very untimely.

This feels...wrong. Minju is still drunk. And Moka is starting to feel really weird. But also...

Moka presses her lips together, holding in a grunt when Minju nips at her ear roughly. "Minju..."

She hears the now empty bottle plop down beside her, and a moment after, a hand is between their bodies. It trails down to the waistband of her pajamas, then sneaks under her shirt.

"Minju...!" Moka's voice rasps, flexing instinctively at the sensation of Minju's fingers on her stomach. Her tongue feels loose, yet her words fail before even leaving her mouth.

Honestly, Moka is starting to feel dizzy. When Minju was pouring alcohol in her mouth, she was too focused on swallowing it all down so she can breathe, but now that fear is gone, Moka is quickly starting to feel the consequences.

Minju's fingers graze the linings of Moka's bra. Heat bursts within Moka at the teasing (warning?) touch.

Minju adjusts herself, and this is probably the perfect opportunity for Moka to get out of this helpless position but she really can't for some reason. Minju's leg slots between hers, pulling a whimper out of Moka from applying a small amount of pressure.

"Wh-What are you...doing...?" Moka bites down another whimper. Minju's hand squeezes her chest over her bra, nuzzling her nose into the crook of her neck. She bites lightly at her flushed skin, presses down on Moka even more.

Fuck.

Minju's warm body on top of her is starting to feel less stifling, and more welcoming, by the minute.

Dahyun and Nakyoung know each other's boundaries so well, what ticks the other off and just when to stop - which is how they can so often bicker back and forth and still be super close. Dahyun loves that she knows Nakyoung inside and out, because Nakyoung trusts her as her closest friend and tells Dahyun all of her secrets...like how she might be falling in love with this older woman, Kim Yooyeon, from that fancy university next to Nakyoung's dance studio.

Dahyun hates it. She hates that she even let Nakyoung talk her into moving to Seoul together. She was so caught up with the fact that Nakyoung even wanted to live with her in such a busy and big city, that Dahyun didn't even fathom the possibility of Nakyoung meeting more people, specifically more women.

Is it too much to ask that Nakyoung doesn't look at other women?

Yes, they might only be best friends, but they've promised since they were young that if there was nobody else, then they'd get married - it was so good back in the Busan countryside, where Nakyoung only knew her. It was only the two of them, and Nakyoung only cared about her.

Of course, Nakyoung still cares about Dahyun. She's still so clingy that Dahyun really has no room to complain, but still. Nakyoung talks about Yooyeon sometimes, too many times for Dahyun’s liking. Yooyeon even drops Nakyoung off at their apartment occasionally - and yeah, it's a little relieving to see that Yooyeon has some similarities with her, like her bunny-like teeth and the way she seems to be the type to boss Nakyoung around. Still, Dahyun hates it.

Nakyoung is Dahyun’s. She’s always been.

One night, Nakyoung comes homes drunk.

Yooyeon drops her off, and Dahyun almost slams the door in their faces in disgust. Nakyoung is all over Yooyeon, and she looks like she doesn’t mind it one bit. Nakyoung’s damn near passed out, but she still has the ability to nuzzle Yooyeon's neck when Dahyun opened the door.

Dahyun had to put a stop to it.

She shoos Yooyeon away with a gritted smile of gratitude, ripping Nakyoung away from her clutches. Yooyeon is none the wiser, asking Dahyun to tell Nakyoung when she wakes up to text her. Dahyun just agrees, because after tonight, she knows Nakyoung's not going to be even thinking of anyone but Dahyun.

Dahyun takes Nakyoung to her room, drops her off on her bed. Dahyun usually has no problem carrying Nakyoung, but since she's drunk, she feels like dead weight. She's barely conscious, mumbling under her breath and hands making grabbing motions. It's cute, and honestly, Dahyun wants to forgive her because she loves Nakyoung that much, and her clinginess earlier with Yooyeon could've been due to her intoxication. But Dahyun won't take any more chances.

She knows how kind Nakyoung is. How much she cares about Dahyun and her feelings. How she values their friendship and how much Dahyun means to her. It's not just Dahyun either, Nakyoung cares about Dahyun's family and the relationship between both of their families.

That's why Dahyun is doing this.

Dahyun straddles her, feeling the slight bulge beneath Nakyoung's jeans. She leans down to kiss Nakyoung's hot cheek, lips lingering to feel the way Nakyoung's burning up with the alcohol's flush.

"Dahyun..." Nakyoung mumbles, eyes shut. "Where's unnie...."

Dahyun places a hand over her mouth to stop her from talking any more. Her other hand trails down to pop the button of Nakyoung's jeans open. The older woman groans again.

"She's gone. It's just the two of us, unnie." Dahyun slips her hand into Nakyoung's jeans, cupping and massaging her cock through her underwear. "You said you wanted to sleep in my bed tonight, remember?"

Nakyoung didn't say that, but Dahyun knows that Nakyoung will trust her. "Oh...yeah. I think," she mumbles behind Dahyun's hand. Dahyun smiles inwardly. Nakyoung's lips are slick with her slobber, breath hot against her palm.

"Ah, unnie, you keep making me take care of you. How are you going to repay me?" Dahyun mutters quietly. She applies pressure against Nakyoung's cock, at the same time, pressing her hand harder against her mouth. Nakyoung struggles just a little underneath her.

"It's okay, I don't mind." Dahyun slips Nakyoung's cock out of her boxers. The older woman's hips twitch, and her eyelids flutter slightly. "You're lucky that I love you, unnie."

Nakyoung is kind, probably too kind. Dahyun loves that about her. She loves that Nakyoung is considerate and forgiving, because it makes this so much easier.

Nakyoung’s lack of resistance makes it a breeze for Dahyun to adjust herself on top of the older woman, pushing her own pajama bottoms down and slipping her panties to the side.

“What…you’re heavy, Seo Dahyun…” Nakyoung whines quietly, struggling between Dahyun’s legs and beneath her weight. Her words slur in a loop. “Mm, let’s just sleep, Dahyun-ah…”

Dahyun giggles quietly, leaning down to press a kiss on the corner of Nakyoung’s mouth. Her breath smells of the beer that Dahyun knows is always stocked in their fridge.

“We will, I just want to do something, unnie. You’ll let me, right?” Dahyun breathes out, a quiet moan following as she starts to grind her pussy against Nakyoung’s cock.

She can feel herself dripping.

Maybe it’s bad, but Dahyun enjoys when Nakyoung is inebriated. It makes her more dependent on Dahyun, clinging onto her like she can’t live if Dahyun’s not the one pumping her heart.

Dahyun wraps a hand around Nakyoung’s cock, giving it a few strokes before angling her tip near her entrance. Dahyun hisses between her teeth as she sinks down slowly.

“…Okay, just hurry,” Nakyoung mumbles. Her head lolls to the side, eyes fluttering sleepily. “Dahyun-ah, it’s hot…”

Dahyun doesn’t reply, just collapses against Nakyoung’s limp body as she fully drops her weight and squeezes around the length of the older woman’s cock.

She moves experimentally, not letting Nakyoung fully exit her. It feels good enough to just lay on top of Nakyoung, her dick sheathed deep inside Dahyun’s warmth.

This is how it’s supposed to be, Dahyun thinks, they don’t need anyone else other than each other.

“J-Just go to sleep, unnie,” Dahyun hotly mutters, panting against the warmth of Nakyoung’s neck.

Nakyoung mumbles incoherently in reply, too hammered to really do anything except let Dahyun tell her what to do.

So that’s what Nakyoung does, her breathing falling deeply as Dahyun shivers on top of her, squeezing around her cock.

The morning after tests Dahyun’s acting skills to the brink.

Nakyoung wakes up hungover, horrified, and her dick buried flaccid inside Dahyun’s pussy. Dahyun pretends to stir awake a moment after, when she feels Nakyoung struggling in a panic.

“D-Dahyun…did we…do something last night?” Nakyoung’s face is flushed red, sweat from last night sticky on her terrified face.

“We had sex,” Dahyun tells her plainly. “You were really drunk…and unnie, I…I love you, so I didn’t stop you.” Dahyun looks away bashfully, face flooding with warmth.

She’s not acting with the last part.

Actually, it’s the first time she’s confessed to Nakyoung while she’s actually conscious and coherent. It’s a little embarrassing.

Nakyoung is quiet. She looks conflicted.

“We don’t need to talk about it right now, unnie. I’m sorry…”

Nakyoung cuts her off quickly. “No, it’s me that…” Nakyoung’s voice cracks and she hugs Dahyun tightly, “I’m sorry. Dahyun, I’m really sorry. Please…”

Dahyun just hugs her back, shushing Nakyoung as she sobs into Dahyun’s chest for her forgiveness.

It’s almost too easy, Dahyun thinks. She almost feels terrible for planting this seed of guilt inside of Nakyoung.

But she treasures this moment. The both of them connected, while Nakyoung only has Dahyun in the center of her brain.

Two weeks later, Dahyun enacts the rest of her plan.

She enters Nakyoung’s room with two positive tests in her hand.

"Unnie...I'm pregnant..."

She's not. Not yet, at least. They all sadly came back negative, which Dahyun prepared for already.

But Nakyoung doesn't need to know that. She can just keep believing that she initiated it with Dahyun, that she crawled into Dahyun's bed that night, and fucked her until she came inside Dahyun so much that she knocked her up. That she fucked Dahyun to sleep while she was drunk and that she enjoyed it enough to keep stuffing Dahyun with her load. And that Dahyun let her because she loves Nakyoung with her whole heart.

"W-What...?" Nakyoung's voice cracks. Dahyun shows her the fake pregnancy tests. Nakyoung's face pales.

Dahyun walks up to Nakyoung sitting at her desk. There's fear and guilt painted across Nakyoung's face. Dahyun puts on an expression of repressed fear, and Nakyoung immediately pulls her in for a hug.

She can feel her shirt dampen with tears. Nakyoung grips onto her like a lifeline, quietly apologizing as she cries.

"I'm so sorry, Dahyun, I'm so horrible." Dahyun just pushes out whispers of comfort, petting Nakyoung's hair. “Please…please don’t hate me, Dahyun…I’m sorry…”

“I could never hate you, unnie. I’m just— I’m scared…I don’t want you to leave us…” Dahyun says quietly in a shaky voice, pulling Nakyoung against her tighter.

She can feel the older woman stiffen in her arms.

A few quiet minutes later, Nakyoung’s grip on her tightens almost resolutely. She pulls away lightly from Dahyun’s hug, looking up at her with reddened eyes and a sad smile that Dahyun knows is of both determination and acceptance.

It makes her heart quicken and her cheeks to burn.

“No…No, I won’t leave, Dahyun. I’ll take responsibility, okay? Don’t worry, I’m going to stay and take care of you both. Whatever you need, Dahyun, it’s yours,” Nakyoung reassures firmly, her hands trembling on Dahyun’s hips.

Dahyun falls even more in love at that moment. She cups Nakyoung’s face, thumbs tracing along her tear marks.

“Do you love me, unnie?”

The older woman takes a few beats to respond. Eventually, Nakyoung nods. “I do, Dahyun.”

“You’ll really give me anything I need?”

Nakyoung nods again, pressing her face against Dahyun’s stomach and rubbing her comfortingly.

“I love you, unnie.”

The rest of the day, Nakyoung spends it being the one on top of Dahyun this time, caging Dahyun beneath her. She whispers apologies and words of comfort while Dahyun clings onto her neck, keeping Nakyoung tightly anchored to her, and buried deep inside of her.

She may not be pregnant from the first time, but Dahyun is positive this time, and the other times that Dahyun requests of her, that Nakyoung will eventually gift them their child, and it won’t be a lie anymore.

Give him a thoughtful gift

Jiyeon gifts Nakyoung a collar with her name engraved on the inside, so Nakyoung can feel the letters of her name against his skin. It's fully customized, with its own shock of love that Jiyeon can deliver with a press of a button :)

2. The quickest way to his heart is through his bloodstream

Jiyeon hates seeing Nakyoung hurt, but these weekly injections are for his future. Don't forget to kiss his pain away!

Sometimes, Nakyoung will resist. She gets it - she hasn't told him that they're actually testosterone injections - but his thrashing around only makes it more difficult. Whenever that happens, it's okay to give him a love tap to his head, or just slap him until he stops. It's okay, he's a strong man, Nakyoung can take it. (He's such a sweetheart too, crying for Jiyeon's forgiveness afterwards.)

3. Don't let him forget how much you love him

Jiyeon likes to leave little reminders. She likes to leave marks on his protruding collarbones, likes to leave the stain of her lipstick on his skin. She sinks her teeth into him and impatiently awaits the ironic taste of his blood on her tongue.

If Nakyoung behaves for a whole week, Jiyeon strips him of his bottoms and gets on her knees in front of him. The first time she sucked his tdick, he had tears running down his face and drool dripping from behind his ball gag - needless to say, Jiyeon was pretty embarrassed from how wet she got. She left a sticky mess on his thigh after she rode it for only a few minutes.

Of course, Jiyeon verbally tells Nakyoung how much she loves him, how much she appreciates his presence, especially when Jiyeon is hovering above him, fucking in and out of herself with a dildo while moaning his name. It can be a little embarrassing being so loud for Jiyeon though. >//<

4. Finally, accept his love

Over the course of a few months, Nakyoung notices a slight clog in his throat, and that when he talks, his voice comes out deeper than it had been. He feels hot all the time, and he's way less resistant whenever Jiyeon sits on his lap to kiss him or hovers above him to fuck herself. His dick is more sensitive and he gets hard easily - sometimes Jiyeon catches the way his eyes linger on her chest whenever she wears revealing tops. He's started to thrust upwards when Jiyeon's sucking him off, and Jiyeon has even removed the ball gag so she can hear the cries of her name better. The rough edge to his voice as he tells her that he's coming has been the sole reason behind the increase of Jiyeon's wet dreams.

One night, after Jiyeon allowed his cuffed hands to be in front of him instead of behind his back, he stops Jiyeon from sinking to the floor. His cheeks are bright red when he bashfully asks her if he can repay the favor. Jiyeon is fumbling through her words as she accepts, and her heart thumps loudly as she pushes Nakyoung down on the bed to straddle his face.

Nakyoung is like a rabid dog. His cuffed hands are squeezing her ass roughly, pushing her more into his mouth and onto his tongue. Jiyeon has to dig her hands into his short hair as she shakily rides his face, choking on her gasps and moans as she feels Nakyoung crane his neck upwards to taste more of her. He's even better than Jiyeon has ever dreamed of.