#illit fluff

Minju giggles at your confession and leans back on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a newfound interest. “You’ve never… kissed anybody?” Her tone isn’t malicious, but it definitely stings your pride.

“Not on the lips,” you mutter, trying to play it cool. Surely it’s not a problem, right?

Minju quietly laughs again. “What? You’ve never dated anyone?”

“I did! Here and there,” you defend yourself. “It just… never worked. Always stopped at the first date.”

“Wow,” Minju says, her expression softening a little. “I actually feel bad for you.”

“You’re so mean,” you huff and cross your arms.

Minju chuckles and reaches out to slap your knee. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just kidding.”

“But… you’re pretty,” Minju tells you. “I’m shocked no one has ever tried to steal a kiss.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have mattered. I wouldn’t know what to do anyway.” 

Minju’s expression slowly morphs from a fake apologetic frown to an amused grin. “Wanna practice?”

Your breath hitched, followed by your heart hard braking against your ribs. You try to look away, but Minju’s eyes are locked onto yours. Before you could think about it, you’re already nodding at her.

To hell with the homework. Minju reaches up to pull her hair back into a messy knot while you fumble in your backpack for your lip balm. 

“How about you give me your best try first? Maybe you know how to do it,” Minju suggests.

“Oh… okay,” you mumble. You adjust yourself on the bed and take a deep breath before leaning in. Your eyes are glued to her lips, but you end up bumping her nose.

“Ow!” Minju yelps, though she’s already laughing. “God, you suck.” 

“I told you!” you pull back, face burning.

“Okay, okay, relax,” Minju tells you. She moves closer, invading your personal space until you can smell the sweet perfume radiating off her. “If you’re this tense…” Minju reaches up and presses a finger against your lips, letting them part slightly. “It’ll be like kissing a mannequin, right?” “I guess.”

“You also have to tilt your head,” she says and mimics the movement. “You have to make space, or we’ll be breaking each other’s noses.”

“Sorry. I’m just nervous.”

“It’s fine, really!” Minju says. “Just close your eyes then. You don’t need to see anything when we’re this up close.”

You obey. You close your eyes, and the world goes dark. You lean forward, bracing for contact, only to land in nothing. You stumble forward a bit. You open your eyes to find Minju leaning back, grinning wide.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” she teases. “I haven’t given you the signal yet.”

“You’re actually the worst.”

“Okay, try again. No rush.”

You take a pause to take a deep breath and steady your shaking hands. You lean in again. Your eyes are closed and your jaw is relaxed. You can feel the warmth of her skin, your heart beats faster but at the last second, your neck flinches and your lips graze the very corner of her mouth.

“Wow, what an aim.”

“You told me to close my eyes!” you snap, filled with embarrassment.

“I thought you’d know how to find my lips tho.”

“I told you I’m a beginner!”

“Gosh, you’re so cute,” Minju laughs and puts a hand on your head, her fingers sliding through your hair and messing it up.

You’ve had enough of the teasing. You could feel your heart ready to jump out of your chest, and she kept laughing at you. “Just kiss me for real,” you huff.

Minju’s laughter quiets down, and she flashes a firm expression. “Here it goes,” Minju announces. 

You close your eyes and move in slowly. This time, she doesn’t make you look for it. Minju knows you’re gonna miss and instead presses her lips firmly against yours. Your eyes fly open in shock as her face comes crashing against yours. Her hand slides to the nape of your neck to hold you steady. 

You can feel her lips move against yours. It’s warm, slightly moist, and you can taste her cherry. Her tongue grazes your bottom lip, and for a second, everything goes blank.

When she pulls away, you’re both left dazed. Minju’s lips are shiny and flushed.

“Sorry,” Minju lets out a shaky laugh. “Couldn’t resist. You’re just too cute.”

You’re staring at her, mouth slightly open, unable to find words. She finds the stunned silence adorable and laughs, though her own cheeks are pink as well.

“So?” Minju asks softly. “How was it?”

“Awesome,” you choke out. “But… it was more you than me. I just sat there.”

Minju chuckles, eyeing your mouth. “Let’s do it again then,” she says, pointing to her lips with a finger. “I’ll be here for you. Just come to me.”

You slowly come forth. You reach out, your hand stopping right as your thumb rests on her cheekbone. You can feel the heat radiating from her skin.

“S-sorry, I don’t wanna miss again,” you whisper. “Can I…?”

“Do what you must,” Minju reassures you and closes your eyes.

Both of your hands drape her flushed cheeks, and you don’t hesitate. You tilt your head as she taught you and press your lips to hers. You can feel the vibration of a small satisfied hum in her throat. 

Your lips part, and they move together with hers, doing your best to feel her shape. You try to follow the curve of her mouth and feel the heat of her breath.

Minju responds by sliding her arms around yours, pulling you flush against her as she gives you back the same fondness in her kiss. 

When you pull away, Minju looks genuinely dazed.

“That was… okay, wow,” Minju says, slightly flustered by your sudden energy. “You had it in you after all.”

“Thanks,” you say sheepishly.

Minju’s daze vanishes immediately. “Oh, we’re not done, baby,” Minju tells you, grabbing your arm to keep you from retreating. “We’re gonna have to practice a lot more.” 

your fingers instantly tighten around her wrist, steadying her, “hold onto the ledge, wonnie.” she obliges, her other hand securing itself around the ledge.

you hold your hand out for her to take, “hold my hand, i won’t let you fall.” wonhee is already regretting all her life choices that lead her up to this moment, but she trusts you more than she trusts herself, so she slowly leaves the ledge to place her hand atop yours.

you smile at the contact. slowly, you guide her on how to move and balance her body. it took a long time considering she is the clumsiest person to walk this gracious earth.

every few seconds a yelp or squeal left her mouth, and you know very well that if she was not your beloved, you would’ve crashed out. but she is your beloved, most beloved honestly, meaning she doesn’t hear any of your mocking.

eventually, she is finally at a point where she can stand and slide along the ice without falling, in theory. you release her hands, leaving her standing with no support and she is still on her two feet, surprising.

“glide on the ice like you’ve got all the time in the world, okay?” you instruct, your voice stern in a way that makes her immediately agree to the task, but still laced with love that gives reason for butterflies to flutter around in her tummy.

nodding, she slides forward, gliding. she takes her second glide, but somehow she slips and falls forward like a damsel in distress, a squeak resonating in the secluded rink.

your eyes widen slightly as you quickly glide and immediately lean down to her level, “lovey, are you okay?” you ask, inspecting her knees that got most of the impact.

she scratches the back of head, embarassment flooding her expression, “i’m fine.” you tilt your head, “c’mon, don’t be ashamed, skating is hard and you’re doing pretty well.” you reassure her.

“you’re saying that because i’m your girlfriend.”

you flash a cheeky smile, “delulu is the solulu, is it not?” she laughs, taking your hand as you help her get back up on her feet. her legs are wobbly and her delulu is getting washed down real fast.

and ensues more ‘practice’, which has wonhee falling a few–many times considering it has barely been fifteen minutes since she left the ledge and your hands.

you’re left in genuine awe for two reasons: one, you find it hard to believe that a person can fall this many times in sixteen minutes and two, you also can’t believe that a person can look this cute while ice skating.

everytime she meets the ice— which is probably her friend by now— she takes a deep breath, each deeper and slower than the last, and stands up with determination.

before falling again after barely circling a quarter of the rink.

her unwavering determination stems from the feeling of wanting to impress you, she wants you to feel proud of her. and well, if she embarrasses herself one too many times in the process, she can play it off as it’s a part of the game.

who knew love had this effect on people?

after another half hour, you’re peacefully circling and doing basic routines on the ice to pass your time as wonhee said she is going to practice on her own accord for a bit and directly show you the progress.

and who are you to say no to her big boba eyes? absolutely no one, you’d happily hand your life in a golden, decorated, shining platter for her.

her voice rings in your ears, melodic and sweet as you divert your attention to her, “look at me!” she yells a bit too loudly as there’s only you two in the entire place. you don’t mind, you never mind if it’s her.

talk about down bad.

you hum, signalling her to continue. without a word, she pushes herself forward, slowly but steadily gliding on the frozen hunk of ice. wonhee travels the side of the entire rink, completing a complete revolution around you, who is standing in the center of the rink.

you are starstruck, she looks so proud as she travels, sloppy but she completed a round. to see the big smile on her face, eyes crinkling at the corners— because of the thing you love second most ( first is her, obviously it is ), ice skating, made your swell with pride.

you’re in a trance, irises reflecting so much love that anyone can make out big, bright hearts in them. the hearts are so big that you fail to notice that she is coming to you now and you forgot to teach her a vital thing.

how to stop.

great, just great, y/n l/n.

wonhee tries to warn you, which goes in one ear and out the ear. and the second you snapped out and saw her, it was too late. she crashed into you, making you stumble backwards.

you fell onto your back that suffered most of the impact. you groaned, a sharp pain shooting in your spine. wonhee was on top of you, her hands on your shoulders and lips barely a few centimeters apart from yours.

she whimpered hearing your groan, brows furrowed instantly as her smile turned upside down, “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” she blinks at you, ready to hear you lash out at her.

your back hurt and insults are on the top of your tongue. yet when you open your eyes and the first thing you see is her worried face, barely away from yours, the insults dissolve like salt in water.

“it’s okay, wonnie.” you say, but the unsure expression on her features doesn’t fade. “are you sure? i mean, you fell so hard and it was all because of—” she is cut off by a warm sensation as you close the minute gap that was between you two and kiss her.

you pull away, assuring her you’re okay. she seems convinced, the kiss affected her opinion, and rolls off of you. you stand up, hand rubbing your spinal cord, a massage would do wonders on you.

you help her stand up and teach her how to brake her glide, something you realize you should’ve done before, would’ve saved your back. ice is too damn hard, you’re reminded and the many times you fell during your routines plays in your mind.

for the rest of the session, things don’t change in the vibes sector. good thing, wonhee didn’t fall as much after the prior crash into you. bad thing, everything is still very chaotic and your tiredness is catching up to you.

sleep sounds wonderful, but you’re not about to leave wonhee for today, she looks too pretty.

well, today you learnt a fun fact about yourself. you can’t, for the life of you, complain about the mistakes wonhee makes; you know you would never tolerate this with anyone else and the critisizor in you is screaming to criticize, but you don’t say anything.

god, you’re so deeply in love with your clumsy girlfriend, it’s pathetic.

but you don’t care. at all.

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Timeskip

You and iroha had to film a vlog together for the official ILLIT account. And it was nothing but straight up giggling and playful hitting.

“You’re so adorable y/n!!” Iroha said smiling “you’re just like a marshmallow!!” You heard it and, furrowed your eyebrows and pouted. “Im not adorable! Im hot! Just for you!”

“You are so funny y/n! You’re still adorable!” She ruffled your hair before fixing it then looking back at the camera.

You pout and look back and the camera. The staff lead you guys to a table and pull out chairs then set out food. “So yummy!” Iroha said as she was digging into the food getting crumbs on her face and smiling.

“Iroha you got something on your- uh..” You said pointing your hands to your mouth to tell her where it was.

“eh? I do?” You nodded grabbing a tissue and wiping it for her with a warm smile.

“so embarrassing!!!” She said nervously, putting her head down “the camera saw everything!!!”

“So does this mean I can call you cute now?” She looked up at you glaring playfully trying to hold back a smile.

───first clip [ᰔ]

after a rough, long day of practice, yunah gave the idea for you and minju to do a live on weverse, just the three of you to talk to gllits for a bit.

and as tired as you were, you couldn't really say no to them, so you agreed.

you were sitting between both girls, barely paying attention to whatever made yunah get playfully mad at minju for a second. your eyes felt heavy, and all you wanted was to lay down on bed and sleep until the next morning.

“minju–ah! stop calling me that!” minju received a light slap on her back, laughing at the dramatic act of her unnie. it continued like that for a while, until she felt a sudden weight on her shoulder.

“unnie, look...” her voice was now quieter, catching yunah's attention to her, then the poor girl—you, who had fallen asleep mid live.

“yah, yn is such a sleepyhead.” her hand moved to pat your head softly, not being able to hold back a smile from how cute you looked, “gllits will never let her forget this.”

minju nodded, pulling your body closer, “they really won't.”

───second clip [ᰔ]

illit was filming the mv for 'do the dance', while simultaneously recording the behind the scenes, so you can already imagine how chaotic everything was.

it was the moment to film the bike scene, and you were sitting right in the very end of the bycicle, which to anyone might've been okay, normal... not for you. you don't know how to ride a bike and you're even a bit scared to do so.

yunah was sitting behind minju, two seats after yours, so you couldn't rely on her for comfort, and you also didn't want to bother iroha with stupid fears so you just swallowed everything down.

“yn–unnie, are you okay?” wonhee was standing next to you, away from the camera where moka was talking to, “you've been on edge ever since they mentioned the bike.”

“wonhee...” you were embarrassed to say it, not wanting to be teased, but wonhee would never do that if you're genuinely scared of something, so you took a deep breath and looked down, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, “i never rode on a bike before, i'm scared of it...”

the girl stood in silence for a short time, seemingly thinking of something, before yelling out, “yunah–unnie! come here!”

the oldest, hearing wonhee's voice, showed up rather quickly, looking confused as to what was going on. without being given a chance to say anything, wonhee asked, “can yn sit between you and minju during the filming?”

now you were ten times more nervous—not only you're being a scared cat for not reason, you're also messing up the whole formation just because you can't go on a damn bike without almost having a heart attack.

but oh sweet yunah just smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around you, “of course. yn, you can hug minju if you're scared, and i'll be right behind you, you won't fall.”

───third clip [ᰔ]

yunah had the brilliant idea to film a cooking video to illit's channel with you and minju. one of those silly videos for gllits to watch while they're doing something, you know?

and yet somehow everything managed to go wrong.

okay, maybe not everything. yunah actually knew what she was doing, but minju had to get help for most of the things, and you managed to be even worse than her!

“yuna–unnie, that's too much salt!” you exclaimed from where you were crouched near the counter, glaring at the food your unnies were making.

“yn you're not even doing anything!” yunah was being both serious and playful, flickering your forehead to make it dirty, “at least go help minju cut the vegetables.”

“but i'm gonna cut my fingers, i'm too pretty for that...”

both yunah and minju turned their heads to look at you with a teasing angry face, slapping your shoulders.

“yn–ah!”

───fourth clip [ᰔ]

minju and yn were a duo of a kind. you often gravitated towards each other, finding comfort on the other's presence. and it lead to moments like today.

yunah was talking to the camera with wonhee during one of their dance practices, when she noticed a particular scene in the corner of the room, poking wonhee “look, look.”

when the younger girl turned around, she grinned, holding back a laugh, “yn–unnie and minju–unnie are sleeping on each other again.”

“they've been so tired lately.” yunah whispered, as if the sleepy members would somehow hear her voice when they've barely reacted when wonhee was yelling all over the place.

she felt her chest filled with warmth, seeing the two girls she loved more than anything, cuddling each other in the end of the practice because they were both sleepy.

wonhee noticed the goofy smile on her unnie's expression, but she didn't say anything, only bumping her should to talk to the camera again.

Stealing a glance beside her, you try to switch things up for once, taking a look at your console below the television. Beside it, you visually rummage through your catalog of games. “You up for a game or nah? It's your call tonight. We can even play League—”

“Maybe later,” she answers, but you sense her lack of enthusiasm, only staring down at her half-empty mug of coffee, instead of watching the performers on the screen. “I don't feel like it.” She's the one who played them, having picked the songs she would often perform at the bars or cafés they visit with their friends.

Minutes ago, you thought that Minju could just be listening in her own world, daydreaming about making it as a solo singer a few years from now or imagining herself as a girl group member in another life, which she's told you both in either embarrassment or when she's simply asking for your opinion. You've told her nothing’s impossible since you're still both in your mid-twenties. Some folks reach stardom at a much later part in their life.

Maybe except for the girl group part, since the industry garnered a wave of scandals and controversies in the last few years. You’re just thankful she has a well-paying full-time job, even if she’s not in love with it. Nowadays, you think it's better to have a job to live with than a dream to chase.

And yet—knowing Minju's for years now—you can tell from her blank face: not much is going on in her head. No words. Not a hum. No meaningful or nonsensical discussions about anything. And that’s enough to worry you, especially with what happened to her recently.

Perhaps, thinking about her dreams is far from the first thing that's bugging her, knowing that one was crushed not too long ago.

“It's okay…” You still try to play it cool. “We can just keep watching and listening. But, just so you know, we are closing into the last song on the playlist, so...”

She chortles, before turning to her right to face you. “Gomawo, Dongyul-ah.” Her lips curve upwards.

“Don't mention it,” you look down for a second, trying to avoid her gaze of sweet gratitude. That always gets you, but she probably knows you're too shy to show it. Show your own vulnerability, like she does with you.

“It’s just—” she tilts her head, trying to form her next phrase with her mouth agape. “Whenever I hit you up, you always seemed so cool with just me hanging out here in your own place. And I wonder, have you not ever brought anyone else here recently?”

“I have.” You defend yourself. But you know they haven’t been here, not as much as her. “The rest of the gang’s been here a month ago. We play games here. Watch movies when we feel like it. But this ain't just the PC Bang or the movie theater. This crib is mainly for chilling, so they don't always have to be here.”

“Jincha? Well... I gotta admit, it is pretty neat living that you're only a few minutes from your workplace,” she tells you, just before she takes a sip of her lukewarm coffee.

Ah, yes, the perks of working near your apartment. You never imagined feeling thankful for not having one stable and full-time job, even though your parents kept pestering you about it, but you have felt that gratitude a few times. Much like right now. Minju is one of those reasons. The times you were with her, you regret little. No, you regret nothing.

“Speaking of which, I haven't seen Namgi at the cafe around,” you bring up, a smirk subconsciously forming in your face. "I think he seems to have finally given up—”

“Stop,” she tells you up front, taking another sip of her drink. “I... Don't wanna talk about that piece of shit right now.” Your lips curve downward in an instant, almost panicking in your mind. Great. You just had to mention him.

It's only been a month since she dumped that cheating asshat. Men are trash. You're one yourself, but that doesn't invalidate that argument. You try not to be like them, you just remain yourself. You don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but Minju still keeps on meeting you by herself and you barely questioned it. She's one of the sweetest, kindest people you know.

Since the latter half of your college years, she has always leaned on your shoulder, and it's kept her at ease, whether she brings you tears of sorrow or joy, or none at all.

You felt the same way, strangely enough. She's a weight that has never bothered you.

“Okay, then,” you raise your hands slightly in the air. “Mianhae... I'll keep that in mind.” Why did she even date that prick? your ego wonders. Any of your buds would've been a better choice. But you also hate that you considered that.

“No, I'm sorry.” Her tone immediately tones down with a hint of guilt. “I'm the one who asked to visit you out of nowhere.” She places the mug on the table. “But I guess it's just fair ‘cause I rarely mentioned Yunah-yah when—”

The woman's eyes widened, realizing what she just said to you. “Oh... Mianhae... There I go again,” she places her palm on her face with an embarrassed chuckle. You feel a pang straight to your heart, even if you don't wanna acknowledge it. “And I thought I was the reasonable one.”

“Don't be sorry... I'd say you still are the reasonable one between us,” you inch towards her, maintaining your face of concern and comfort. “Minju-yah, you're always welcome here, whenever you need something. Don't forget that... Besides, what are friends for?”

You wanted to tell her she’s better off without that guy. Your heart wants to tell her that you care, and that you’ll always worry for her. You know it’s true, but she’s heard many variations of those derivative words and phrases from her friends—their friends… But tonight, with just the two of you, she doesn’t need to hear more words. Friends might have been what you said, but you're both feeling more than that.

This time, she just wants your presence. Just you.

You two only lock eyes in silence for a moment. Her smile has never been clearer. Her lilac scented perfume has never been stronger and more irresistible. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. That's all you hear on your chest. She must've heard it, as she takes the remote from the coffee table in front of you and turns the TV off—before immediately returning her eyes to you. The louder you hear your heartbeat, you feel more and more magnets gathering around you. Pulling you and closing the distance between your bodies as seconds pass.

Minju leans in first, reaching your lips without a heads up. Closing your eyes, you lean down, wrapping your arm on her back while you both make an effort to deepen the kiss, as your exchanges of saliva creates sounds of smacking, almost just as loud as the speakers playing the pop and indie playlist earlier. You allow her tongue to enter your mouth, amplifying your noise. You taste the latté on her lips. The sweetened coffee in her tongue, with a mix of the chocolate-covered almonds she munched on a while ago.

Your nostrils can't help but flare like a raging bull who lets loose, but you act like this because you don't want to let this moment go, even if you're starting to run out of air. You miss this woman beyond the boundaries of platonic friendship, you crave her presence beyond the labels of melodrama and romance. Her magnificent curves, from top to bottom. Her everything.

Eventually your kiss breaks, mostly 'cause of your abrupt hesitation plus the limit of your breaths after almost a minute. “I, uhhh, I'm not taking advantage of you, am I?” you open up. Your prideful and lust-driven mind berates you for bringing it up in the first place, but your guilt and conscience have broken and slippers through your mouth.

“Aniyo,” she immediately answers, keeping her finger on your moist lips and her other hand holding onto your chest, maintaining her gaze of hunger for you. “Dongyul-ah... That's the last thing I feel about you.”

You lean in this time, giving into your lust now that she's given you a better reassurance. It's probably the first time you've asked her if she's sure, ever since your actual first time together. You look back to how you've reached this point. This connection none of your mutual friends are aware of—that you know of, at least.

For a while, you've always been hung up on Yunah, but she never gave a rat's ass about your feelings. Just the thought of her now still gives you an ick. Meanwhile, Minju has always been willing to hang out with only you whenever you aren't meeting with your nosier and noisier closest pals, no offense to them.

You always find yourself wanting some time to breathe, outside the bars, the samgyupsal spots, and the café you are working at. Even if that means breathing with her within a few inches, whether it's whenever the sun is sinking on the horizon or when the moon is already hovering among what your own eyes excuse as stars.

Lifting her up with all your might in a bridal carry, you walk yourselves to the bedroom, your lips and tongues still dancing, but not before you turn on the table lamp instead of the much brighter lights of your room.

Your brain reminds you that you just got the sheets cleaned. Whatever. It should probably last another two weeks, you tell yourself. Maybe this one will be quicker, you add another possibility, since you haven't done it with her in a while, after all. Just don't disappoint her, another voice reminds you while you place her down on the lowermost area of the queen size bed.

Without any word, you undress each other, with Minju helping you take your shirt off while you unbutton her sweater and pants until they drop on the carpeted floor. Igniting another makeout session, you take the chance to explore her delicate body with your hands, giving her petite breasts a gentle squeeze, inciting a yelp from her for a moment. “Still a naughty boy, I see,” she purrs, her hand gripping your slowly hardening crotch.

After half a minute of familiarizing your bodies like a map, the woman gets on one knee after throwing your boxer down, but you stop her, leaving her with a tilted head to your response. “What is it?” she asks.

“Let me,” you take her hand. Maybe it's the spirit of chivalry that just possessed you, but you know that you just want to serve her. Not simply because she recently ended a rough relationship—but because she deserves the best. Even if it's from what you can offer. She lets you do your ‘thing,’ sitting on the surface of the bed while she exhales a grin—unable to conceal her excitement while facing you in her unashamed and impatient naked form.

Keeping yourself together with a deep breath, you leave a few kisses on her skin, starting with her lips, nibbling down her neck and collarbone, teasing her with a few licks on her petite mounds and nipples, until you finally crouch and kneel to the level of her opening, something you haven't seen in almost a year. Her cunt’s clean shaven, as you last saw it. You begin drooling, lubricating and warming up your own mouth for your next service.

Giving it a test run, you tickle her clit with your thumb, making her bite her lower lips, muffling her moans from growing louder almost immediately. Now, you unleash your index and middle finger together as they enter her hole, continuing her symphony before she covers mouth with her palm while keeping her other hand anchored on the mattress with her fingernails. With your two fingers making circular motions inside her, you push them in further and add your thumb to the mix as it goes to her clit, rubbing it the same time as your fingers.

“Fuck!” she yelps, unbeknownst to you that she’s finding the striking similarities in the movement of your own finger with the real thing. Just like your cock, you make a few similar motions, thrusting it in and out of her hole just to tease her as she groans, somewhat helpless with bracing herself towards the ripples of stimulation that you keep giving her.

Within a split second, you take out your fingers and replace them with your mouth, latching onto her folds as you give it a few kisses, making it look like you’re sealing her fluids from spurting out. Thankfully, there aren’t any yet, so you continue with your piehole taking the lead on her cunt.

“Aauuuuggghhhh, babe,” she mumbles, which only encourages you to bring your tongue out. It's like you're picking locks in an Elder Scrolls game, waiting for that right spot to click and unlock to enter her more pleasurable regions. In Minju’s case, however, she has more than one. You then make a swirling and circular motion across her nethers, switching between her clit, her lips, and her opening in the next several minutes. You’re not the type to count. You prefer results, and you’re getting them as your lips feel and your tongue tastes something warm spurting out of her glands.

The taste of her cunt has always entices you. Sour, sweet, sharp. They're only three of the plentiful varieties of words your mind remembers whenever you eat her out, most of the time, they just mix, like a concoction. And you've enjoyed all of them.

Adding to your oral performance, you give her feet a little tickle with your sweaty fingers, which you hear her giggling in response. At least in the first few seconds, because you also start hearing the woman as she reaches her limit through the slow trembles of her voice.

“I'm cu—I’m cumming!” With that unrestrained scream, Minju gives into her climax, leaning her head backwards and howling above the ceiling until she loses her voice to the breeze of their room. A wave of her essence fires into your face and on the edge of the bed. It takes eight seconds for her to stabilize her own breathing as you hold and caress her shivering legs from the floor without tightening them.

“Y--you… did great…” she takes one hand, slightly lowering her posture to pet you like a—well—a pet. “Holy hell.” You even try to wipe your face off her fluids like a dog, but Minju does the favor and gets up from the bed for a moment. On the nightstand, she takes two sheets of tissue from the box and sits down to help you get a little cleaner.

You hold her hand—her fingers interlock with yours—and look up at her with comfort, finding her smiling softly while panting. And if you're still in sync with your memories together, you should both know where things will lead to next. You smile back at her.

Despite only following each other’s body language, both of your guesses turn out correct. After eight minutes of taking a breather in the kitchen, you’ve now moved to the middle of the bed, facing each other, with you on top of her.

“Hngggghhh... Fuck, Minj—” you whimper, unable to coherently voice out how much you revere her body, especially with how tight she is. After all this time. “I can’t he—”

You always make sure thrusts aren't too rough, but she always tells you to do her harder. This time, she’s not even complaining that you're plunging in and out of her harder than before. From the moment she whispers “I'm safe tonight” to your ear, something comes in you. Possessed you. Her moans only keep echoing through the room while both your harmonious friction keeps on squeaking the bed as you shake each other’s worlds.

You wanted her to be on top, but she insisted on lying down while she now looks up to you while working together in rhythm with her as your bodies grind against each other's direction. With every plunge and pull inside her, your tip keeps rubbing onto her cervix. She tightens her arms around you to extend her neck and reaches your chest, sticking out her tongue to give it a few licks, treating your dripping sweat  as if it's a mineral lick. More shivers drive through your spine as her tongue touches your right nipple, moving it sideways.

“Ugggghhhh, Minj—” you still can’t complete her name in this intoxicating commotion, but it keeps repeating in your mind in the last few seconds.

“Yooouu're—auggghhhh, still big... How in…” Minju moans loudly. You don't have a cohesive answer; her query only makes you smirk as you keep on thrusting. She still looks mesmerizing, you cannot help but touch lips with her again—and much to your surprise, neither can she. Every time your lips smack and your tongues tango, you start to realize how slow your heartbeat gets even if this whole thing costs them their breath. “So—much… Big–ger than that—Fuuuuuck,” she murmurs while catching her breath in-between your kisses. That's one compliment you'd like to accept, it somehow boosts your stamina simply having your ego well-fed.

Deepening your makeout session, Minju hungrily tastes of her own juices while feeling another wave build up inside her thanks to the continuous thrusts of your shaft inside. Your lips part, leaving a string of saliva and traces of her fluid. Her hands immediately move down to your hips, slowly tugging them with each pound you give her. She must want you to go even harder, and so you do it. “Yeeessss… Muuuuuh—more, Dongyul!”

You’re a slave to her, even if she wants to be the submissive one. That thought pushes you to keep going. To thrust with your hips faster and stronger. She rewards you with her screams of delight, her faces of gratification, and her claws of desperation digging into your back, triggering a grunt from you. Even that turns you on, every pain you've felt from her in bed, or anywhere else you’ve done it, converts to your satisfaction.

Reflecting your rising pleasure, your assorted harmonies echo through the walls. You might get a noise complaint from the neighbors next door later or in the morning, but you’re more than willing to take responsibility for craving your close friend this badly. You miss her, and you can't be any happier that she's here, not letting go of your skin, even if it bleeds or somehow gives you scars. You show how much you miss Minju by lowering your head to give her neck a sloppy kiss, inadvertently hitting a high note through a loud moan. A music to your ears, even at a perverted moment like this.

“Dong—yul-ah!” Her voice raises. “I’m getting close.” You hear the clashing of pleasure and exhaustion in her cracks, and yet she makes sure to remind you what she’s already told you. “In…side—me, please!” Now, she’s begging you.

Just in time, you’re just as close as she is. You keep your pounds in the same level of roughness, but you slow it down to one thrust per two seconds. “Okay…” you whimper, seeing her eyes half-shut as they roll backwards with her mouth opening wide. That look used to scare you when you first did it. You were never a fan of horror films, something Minju herself always takes the opportunity to make fun of. Now, that face keeps your cock hardened even though you feel her finally reaching her second climax with her fluids spurting through the gaps of her entrance, still sealed by your thick shaft.

“Miiiiiiinnjuuu-yaah!” With one last loud moan at the top of your lungs, you cry her name as you let loose inside your dear friend just about a few seconds following her, your warm, white load clashing with her fluids. The thought of filling her up “to the brim,” as they say, is tempting, but you still pull out, despite remembering her words clearly—still not wanting to risk anything. You both lie next to the puddle of your own mixed sweat and fluids, not caring that your legs are feeling the sticky sensation on the bed covers. You spread it the more you wiggle your still dripping cock and slide your feet, but that’s the least of your worries.

It’s a Friday night, and you and Minju just fucked each other's brains out for the first time in a year, and both of you regret nothing about. Without a thought in mind, you lean in to give her a kiss on her forehead. You've always wanted to do that. Minju can only look down, trying to hide her blushing cheeks from you with her disheveled hair, yet her adorable ears still stand out. You've teased how they look like elf ears, but you can't help but find them enchanting.

As you both maximize each side of the bed with arms spreading wide, you freely heave together, taking your time to catch your breaths through jolts of laughter and recollect your thoughts ‘til one of you speaks something intelligible once again. You take a deep breath, making the first remark between you two.

“I can't believe... I’m this lucky,” you huff with a chuckle. You don't even know why you said that out loud. You never have—but you don't feel any protest from your own mind, like you often do. It seems they couldn’t agree more.

Minju only shakes her head with a soft hum. “If anyone's... the lucky one here... It's me, Dongyul-ah,” she rebuts, slowly placing her hand on the side of your right cheek.

Your heart begins to race. Again. Perhaps, you're still just catching your breath in front of her. Perhaps her messy look and her blushing face is something you can't take your eyes off. The longer you look through her big eyes, the more you realize how brighter they shine than any of the stars every night. That’s stupid, but that's just how you see her oftentimes. You see either that or glitters, which is more or less visually the same.

“Agree… to disagree,” you shoot back, your mouth forming a grin.

She giggles. Still as cute and beautiful as ever. “Maybe, let's just both agree?”

“That we’re both lucky?” you ask her.

“Mm-hmm.”

How can you resist such a wise, precious, and stunning woman like her? You obviously can’t. You tried before. But there’s no good reason to do so.

“Arasseo,” you submit to her final rebuttal with a chuckle.

You like her, that's true. You like her more than anyone you’ve liked. More than anyone you've dated and slept with, which wasn't much. You like her even more than you like yourself at times; make yourself realize you don't have to be such an ass to yourself.

Maybe, you even love her—as you have with her eyes, her lips, her body, her jokes, her compliments. Do I? you contemplate. You don't even know what you are. Does that really matter? Maybe, maybe not. Yeah, who fucking cares? You want her to be here. She does too. Clinging onto your arms. Cherishing this moment. You’ll keep cherishing it—until she meets someone better than that jerk. Better than you. That’s how special she is.

You brush off those doubts the only way you can. At least Minju does so, the second she shuts your thoughts down with another kiss, comfortably wrapping one arm around you and pulling her closer to your chest and left shoulder, facing each other sideways. In this silence, you share your warmth together.

“Gomawo, Dongyul-yah,” she thanks you a second time, readjusting her position so she can lay her head on your chest while you lay down on your back.

“Anything for you, Park Minju,” you assure her, placing your hand on her head. Despite looking away from your eyes, you feel her smile forming—before a giggle follows. Half a minute later, she inches closer to give you a long soft kiss to your lips and a sultry wink, which are enough to reignite your burning passion for this charming, wonderful woman.

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