Bucket List (ft. TWICE’s Nayeon) - [Chapter 1]

“Fuck.” The tired voice of Im Nayeon echoes around the empty classroom, her body rising and falling with each gasp of breath she catches post-exertion. “We've… (huff) sealed the deal… (pant) You’ll help me… (huff) with my graduation… (huff) bucket list… (pant, pant).” Behind her, you sink on a chair, catching your breath as well, your softening cock glistening with a mixture of your semen and the fluids from the orgasm that you had fucked Im Nayeon through. A trail of white flowed out of Nayeon’s freshly used, fucked pussy, further staining the carpet below, which was already covered in puddles of her slick from her squirting orgasms earlier.

Nayeon rose from the table she was bent over and fucked on. Her formerly immaculate chestnut brown hair, styled in a neat centre parting and running down to her clavicles, was now matted with sweat; some of her hair sticking to her forehead and framing the sides of her face. Her face down to her chest was flushed in red, her nipples still hardened, as she stood naked in front of you. Sweat runs down from her hair, down to her nape. You eye one of the droplets travelling down her body, following its trail down to her clavicle, then down between the valley of her breasts. Idly, she runs her middle and ring finger over the lips of her pussy, collecting your leaking cum and bringing it to her lips for a taste. She then sinks to her knees, wrapping her lips around your cock before giving it a swirl with her tongue to clean it, releasing it with a loud ‘pop’ before rising with a satisfied smirk.

Nayeon casually strolls over to her haphazardly discarded blouse and skirt, putting on each piece of discarded clothing when she finds them. “Here, souvenirs.” She flings her bra and panties on your lap as she leaves the classroom. “I’ll text you later. Thanks for the fuck. Ciao~” she raises a hand in a lazy wave, turning to you with a bright grin, her fingers working up the buttons as the door to the classroom closes behind her.

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[Reader POV]

Getting pulled into Im Nayeon’s 'Graduation Bucket List’ wasn’t something you ever intended on doing. This was easily the filthiest thing you would ever do in your life, and the entire plot centered around one Im Nayeon and her carnal desires.

She was Seoul University’s It Girl - intelligent, social, confident, fit, gorgeous, and not to mention, rich. She would always appear on campus wearing the best money could buy. It would be the furthest from the truth to say that she was of the stereotypical rich It Girl type - rude, judgemental, shallow, arrogant, blah blah. Nayeon was a pleasant girl with a bright smile and greetings for the people she meets in her daily routines, and she was visibly confident in herself, carrying herself with purpose and drawing in all those she interacted with. She regularly topped in grades under her course of study in Film, and was also always invited to every party there was in university. Every person wanted to either be Im Nayeon, be around Im Nayeon, or be with Im Nayeon.

You weren’t someone that wasn’t popular too. You were just a few places behind Nayeon, and you were also a member of the university’s Debate Team, just as Nayeon was. You were easily well-liked by those around you, though you kept very few around your inner circle. Nayeon was someone you were acquainted with, but was not really considered a friend. Both of you would always exchange a wave and a smile every time you met before moving on to your separate ways, considering she was both a clubmate and coursemate. It was funny how both of you did not interact with each other much. However, this would all change when Im Nayeon offered a hard bargain that you could not resist.

Nayeon was someone you did find very pretty, cute, and admittedly hot. This woman had a beautiful pair of close set eyes, two adorable bunny teeth that peeked out when she grinned, and her gummy smile always reached her eyes - a marvel in itself. Her round cheeks were adorable and you found yourself wanting to squeeze them sometimes, from how cute they were. She was joyful and a pleasure to interact with, since she was very genuine. Her body was something to die for as well, evident by the number of men who would fall over just for a chance to bed the Goddess of Seoul University. She was blessed with a set of average sized breasts, perfect on her frame, and a cute butt, and she kept herself relatively fit, though she did have some love handles from her skirts or shorts sometimes. Not that there was anything wrong with it - after all, beauty standards were pretty dumb anyway when each person had differing opinions and tastes.

Point is, to you, Nayeon was just as every bit an ideal girl just as she was to the rest of the male population enrolled in Seoul U. After all, with a smile like this…

… and a body like this …

… naturally, it wasn’t hard to admire her.

How you got involved sexually with Nayeon though, was a bit of a story.

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[Nayeon’s POV]

I’d always been a good girl growing up. This was not to say I was 100% Little Miss Perfect, that’s some bullshit. I’d always been taught to greet everyone with a smile and to treat everyone politely. These were values I held dear to me, and I love being pleasant to deal with. I know a lot of people would think that I’m a bitch to deal with because of my wealth, but I’m confident I’ve proved them wrong by now.

I love being a good girl - I wouldn’t have done it for so long if I did not like it. However, being on the good side for a good 23 years, I yearned to break some barriers and do something bad. I wanted to feel free, to do something I’d never done before. For the past 23 years, I’d always been the model student, the model daughter, the model person. I’d grown tired of that. I want to break my mould - do something naughty, prove to myself and the world that inside me, deep down inside, I was more than just a goody two shoes, and expose the sluttiest side of Im Nayeon. My plan was simple. I’d been brewing on it for an extended period of time, and I’d decided that as of right now, on my graduating year, I’d put it in motion.

Before I elaborate on my plan, I’ll provide some background information, I guess. I’d mentioned I was never Little Miss Perfect, right? That would be obvious - no human was ever perfect. When I was 18, I’d found pornography on the internet, and I, of course, indulged in the consumption of it. This was not to say I got addicted, no - of course I controlled the amount of porn I consumed. However, I did spend many nights driving myself to orgasm watching pornography or reading smut.

Through the years of university, I’d found that I was very into public play: videos of students fucking in universities got me off the hardest. I’d squirted so many times watching videos of students fucking in the student lounges, in classrooms, in showers, in the dorms, all that jazz. The smut I’d read would also involve public sex, and for both types of porn, I’d always imagine myself having sex in those places. Classrooms, lecture theatres, the showers in the gym, I don’t care. I just wanted to get fucked in public.

If it wasn’t having sex in public, I would settle for public nudity and public masturbation too. I just wanted to do sexual things in public. Walk around naked, fuck myself until I squirt, or have a dude fuck me.

So, with that covered, my magnum opus of a plan: the Graduation Bucket List - a plan where I’d find a dude and get him to fuck me in a few places of my choosing. If he wasn’t available, I’d just do it myself.

The world will finally see their “perfect” Im Nayeon fall apart to reveal the slutty and perverted Im Nayeon.

Now, which boy would be the one to fuck my pussy?

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Narrowing down a boy would be pretty hard… I may be slutty, but I’m not a whore that spreads her legs for any organism that walks on two legs and has a dick.

Now, what would be my criteria?

Firstly, he needs to be able to maintain secrecy of this at all times. Trustworthy. I can’t have this leaking out and ruining my beautiful image.

Secondly, I need someone dependable. No flaking on me; if he’s down to fuck, he’s down to fuck anywhere, anytime.

Thirdly, I want someone that’s not a creep. The thought of some fat, ugly bastard sweating and grunting like a pig while fucking me turns me off so much. I already have enough of those within my “fans”, with the reputation I have in school, and my God-given looks.

Lastly, I want someone cute and experienced! A pleasant face to look at while he plows my slutty pussy in public is a huge plus, and it’s even better if he can give me good fucks! I want to be fucked thoroughly!

Oh, now to narrow down the list…

The criteria weeds out most of my simps. Good. These simps would never know respect and manners if it slapped them in the face. Their catcalling and blatant sexual harassment of me has angered me multiple times but there was never a chance to prove it. They’re the reason why the criteria exists anyway. God knows they’d sell me out in a heartbeat if they knew their “Goddess” was a slutty bitch wishing to be plowed in public. Not only that, they’d be creepy about it, the fat, ugly, sweaty, smelly bastards. I’d be nothing but a one-and-done deal to them.

Okay, actual boys now. Let’s see where to start… How about in Film?

Kim Jin Suk… okay, he was cute, but also a bit of a prude. I also don’t know him enough to let him anywhere near my pussy.

Jonathan Lee… a snob. He also came from a rich family, but the wealth and power has gotten to his head. Rumor has it that he’s a playboy and a womanizer. I’m not about that life.

Yang Jong Suk… his attitude in life and towards his work is something I detest. If you’re breathing, you have a purpose. If you’re given a task, your purpose is to do it to the best of your ability. Jong Suk has never been, and could not be bothered to fulfil any purpose. A fucking turn off personified.

Hmm… Debate Team. Debate is made out of nerds. They seem inexperienced and too studious for me. What fun would they find in this like I do?

Oh, [Y/N L/N]! A common factor in both Debate and Film! Hmm…

Criterion One: Trustworthiness - I’ve heard him stop his friends from spreading rumors and gossiping, and resisting any attempts from his friends in getting him to divulge what appears to be secrets. I guess that’s a check.

Criterion Two: Dependability - I’ve heard in passing that he thinks that if he takes on a task, he’ll ensure he finishes it to the best of his ability. I guess that was true, on any projects I’ve worked on with him, all the work he’d produced was something that always met my high standards, and on time too. I’d seen how hard he worked. That’s a check for me.

Criterion Three: Not A Creep - Oh, there was no way in hell [Y/N] was a creep. He’d barely glanced at any girl that put herself in his way, though I’ve heard he’s had exes before. It wasn’t in my place to ask though. I’d seen him treat every girl he’d interacted with with the utmost respect as required. His eyes never roamed around a girl’s body (almost, correction, I’ll elaborate later), and most girls always had nice things to say about him. It was nice to see someone who held the same ideals as I had - manners, politeness, respect.

Criterion Four: Cute! Experienced! - He was handsome and cute. Hot, even. I’d seen him shirtless in the gym, and when he went for runs. I’d always leave blushing and giggling after catching a glimpse. Cute, check! Experience though… I don’t know.

Well, only one way to find out! No one said this plan was without risk.

I’m Im Nayeon. I’ll make it work.

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[Reader POV]

You were going through your daily routine of classes. Rarely did your schedule deviate - go for classes in the morning, have a simple lunch at the school cafeteria, and then return for afternoon classes before going to the gym. However, in your graduation year, the schedule had changed - most of your time was spent working on your final year project. This left a lot of spare time on your hands, since classes were kept minimal and the scheduling slotted in much time for “Project Work”. Clearly the school trusted their students to want to pass and graduate. Today though, your schedule would change a lot.

“Hey, [Y/N]! Can we speak privately?”

Oh, Im Nayeon. You did a scan of her fashion, since she always looked immaculate. Were those black sneakers? Oh, black knee high socks, a beautiful belted skirt with three buttons to the left, and a light blue blouse. Her centre parted hair was tied up behind her head, the loose strands of hair falling to her clavicles and framing her face. A slight hopeful smile flashed on her face. She looked so pretty.

You raised an eyebrow. “Hello Nayeon. Sure, now?” Nayeon shakes her head. “Not right now, I have to go for another thing. How about we meet outside the Seoul U cafe at 3pm? Is that a good time?”