#keiju

౨ৎ ˖ 満行亜丸 — ❪ MITSUYUKI AMARU ❫  

being a little specific here, but seeing childhood best friend amaru (i'm never Getting over this trope sue me), who you have kinda lost contact with, come in to the convenience store you work at. it's bound to be a little awkward, you haven't spoken in ages, after all. but after he keeps coming to the store, specifically during early hours (think 4 AM) almost exclusively during your shifts only, you end up (amusedly) striking a conversation ><

౨ৎ ˖ 이동화 — ❪ LEE DONGHWA ❫  

being at a thrift store and reaching for the same item. could be a cute hoodie, piece of jewelry, cool shoes — you'd maybe be a little annoyed at first but when you guys would get to talking, you'd find out both your tastes are actually pretty similar? plus his sense of style is kinda fire if you're being honest... you'd end up spending the whole day shopping together (probably even get a bite to eat ><), with plans already made to meet up again soon 🫣🫣

౨ৎ ˖ 장주왕 — ❪ JANG JUWANG ❫  

i'm such a sucker for strangers to lovers. pretty boy juwang who you see during your commute almost everyday and who naturally has your attention drawn towards himself with practically no effort. however, the most you do is exchange glances or smiles, occasionally. until one time you both happen to be the only two people stranded on the bus/metro/train and can't help but start talking because the vehicle hasn't moved for almost two whole hours now and you're bored...

౨ৎ ˖ 최민제 — ❪ CHOI MINJE ❫  

basketball team captain minje who's known for being just the absolute epitome of perfection. he's nice to everyone, great at sports and number 1 in his grade for all subjects. it's a little intimidating, making him to hard to approach, even. but one day, you chance upon the school roof with its usually locked door slightly ajar. curiosity finds you venturing outside .. only to come face to face with minje. minje, with his collar unbuttoned, tie loose, hair messy due to the breeze (and an adorably shocked expression). and suddenly, you've become the one person he's comfortable showing his other, not-as-perfect side to .. <3

౨ৎ ˖ 岡本圭樹 — ❪ OKAMOTO KEIJU ❫  

gamer keiju gamer keiju!! you're both avid fans of the same video game and have a vague sense of competitiveness between each other which is only fueled when you end up playing together (via means of mutual friends). there's definitely tension brewing, considering he most definitely considers you his rival, but eventually cue him having to eat up all his words and ask you for help because of this one boss fight he just can't seem to win :/

౨ৎ ˖ 이동현 — ❪ LEE DONGHYEON ❫  

DUDE OKAY. him in his hockey era right? you, being nothing if not a diligent student with a shit ton of school spirit, go to show your support to the school team during one of their home matches... only for donghyeon, the star player, to end up bumping into you right before and spilling his water all over your clothes... he ends up having to give you his jersey to wear and, yes, everyone does think you're dating. lowkey, neither of you really deny anything and before you even know it, you've been crowned the it couple of the school. huh?

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

“keiju, fuck,” you groan, chest heaving up and down, up and down, your eyes half-lidded as you look up at the boy above you.

keiju’s palms are on either side of your head, caging you in, keeping you in place on the bed. he’s tugged off your skirt already, and now he has that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face, the one that lets on one thing—he’s up to something.

and it hits you as soon as he sits back on his haunches, yanking his shirt up and over his head before diving right back in—except for this time, his hands are in between your thighs, spreading them apart as he presses his nose right to the lace of your panties.

“s-stop!” you squeal in embarrassment, cheeks flushed pink as he moans against the barrier of fabric between him and the sweetest delicacy he could ever enjoy. “keiju, wait, i didn’t think you would—“

but it’s too late. before you can even say one more word, he’s pulling your sticky panties to the side, exposing your slick folds to his eager gaze. and the only thing more eager than the grin on his face is his lips as they wrap around your swollen, puffy clit, lapping and swirling around the little bud, making you whine and gasp.

then he looks up. through thick, sooty lashes, you see that glint in his eyes, the puppy-dog effect he’s trying to elicit in you as he whines between licks to your pretty flesh.

“please?” he whimpers against your pussy, and you know exactly what he wants.

your hands fly down to his hair, tugging hard. hard enough that tears instantly sting in the corners of his eyes, moaning and groaning against your pussy as he licks more eagerly, tongue teasing and prodding your entrance, before sliding back up to your pretty pearl, swirling and swirling and swirling until you’re pulling his hair in an iron grip and bucking your hips up like it’s your only way to deal with the overwhelming pleasure.

he’s pathetic, really. for loving the hurt of it, the way you boss his around with the grip in his thick black hair. he knows he’s a loser for it too. but he doesn’t care, not when it feels so good.

“keiju, yes, just like that,” you breath out, eyes squeezed shut as you suddenly feel the press of his tongue into your tight channel, rubbing and twisting at your sweet, sensitive spots, lapping up all the tangy, uniquely feminine arousal that coats his chin, lips, and tip of his nose.

and fuck, you’re so close, close close close, until you hear something—fabric against fabric, perhaps?

definitely fabric against fabric. you know, then, because when your eyes open only ever so slightly, you see it—the filthy sight, keiju’s eyes squeezed shut as he moans and groans against your cunt while he grinds into the mattress desperately, humping the sheets like he’s a dog in rut.

he’s probably getting off on this more than you are. actually, he’s definitely getting off on this more than you are.

you know, this time around, because suddenly his tongue stills its insistent plunging into your hole and it’s swirling around your clit, and with a loud moan, his hips stutter and stop.

“shit, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, yes!” he moans, eyes squeezed shuts as he makes a mess of his boxers and sweatpants, sticky cum painting the fabric and seeping through until he’s made a fool of himself.

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” he pants, looking up at you apologetically as his tongue begins to swirl and pump into you once more. but you’re really only more turned on by it, unbeknownst to him.

that’s why after a few broad licks of his tongue against your folds, you’re gasping, squeezing the strands of his hair—with such a tight grip that you might as well rip some out—as you freeze up, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“fuck, fuck, cumming, keiju! ‘m cumming!” you cry out, back arching like a cat’s as your essence floods his mouth, the filthy slurping noises he makes only joining his groans and your whines.