i kinda slayed with today's makeup ngl. i have no selfie to prove it but just trust 😼

seokjinnie awake playing rn... i might cry

i found their dance practice videos a bit after dope promotions had ended, i believe? and then my first comeback was run... the realization comes as i found my ipod shuffle earlier today, and the song that just came up was run... i was like wait, didn't that one come out ending 2015...

10 years already... holy shit...

If nothing weird happens and I have enough energy by tonight then I shall try and finish it

first, in fear, as her legs fold in half when jk's hands go straight to her chest and rip her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. one tit spills from her bra.

then in shame, as jk goes to bite her belly, one hand kneading her free breast, the other palming her pussy and finding her dripping wet

the sound of her tights being ripped in half is heard clearly immediately after.
dry. aggresive. as if offended by the piece of clothing.

jk lowers herself to bite her tits through the blouse, as her hands come in contact with her panties and proceeds to destroy those as well. hsk whimpers.

after that particular morning, they hadn't talked about it again, and their relationship had stayed exactly the same as it had been before... that

just when hsk manages to form a coherent thought, jk rises enough to dive her hands in between their bodies.

hsk can feel the silicone dick jab harshly into her muscles. its painful, and sure to leave bruises.

she finds herself unable to process the situation. something wasn't right. jk and her weren't dating; they slept together once, and had agreed it was a drunk mistake. they had been friends for years

it was a good thing that jk had taken to carrying the cum-like lube in her bag at all times. she had already gone to the bathroom with the sole purpose of refilling the silicone dildo thrice during the day, and once more just five minutes before dragging hsk into the meeting room

it really wasn't her fault. if anything, hsk shouldn't have worn such see through tights paired with such a flowy skirt, then proceed to spend the day bending forward, opposite to jk's direction, every five minutes.

so she was getting fucked, either up in the office or in the building's parking lot

jk buries her face into the side of her unnie's neck, not verbalizing the "sorry"s that flow like a river in her head. instead, her mouth goes to gnaw and pull and mark as much skin as it comes across with, ignoring the confused cries coming underneath her.

jk has only so much self control.

cw: noncon

jk loves her unnie so much she might go insane. she locks the door.

a sudden yelp leaves hsk's lips as she is unexpectedly thrown across the room, her back hitting the large table. barely a second later jk is on top of her, rutting against her thighs, movements fast and dominating.

without any words, jk grabs hsk by the wrist and pulls her into the closest meeting room. hsk, sweet as she is, laughs as she lets herself be maneuvered around. she doesn't really understand what's happening, but goes along with it regardless.

jk has just recently joined the same company hsk works at. she really shouldnt be pushing her luck this early on, but almost everyone is gone for the day, the nearing meeting rooms are all empty and almost all the lights are off... surely no one will notice if she drags hsk to a random dark corner