Night 20 - Prank (CHUU)

Jiwoo's a fucking menace.

Known as Chuu to anyone not immediate friends and family, she's certainly carved a niche for herself online as a fucking YouTube prankster of all things. Ten years removed from when it was popular, but unlike all those freaks who faked kissing their cousin or whatever all of her pranks were definitely real.

Because they were on you.

She's your roommate.

It started small, replace sugar with salt– cover your car in sticky notes. Find ways to waste your time, covering the entire home in fucking tape.

God it was annoying.

Why don't you kick her out?

It's her house. And rent is a lot cheaper when you get tormented. Plus you like her. She's funny.

It was bright and early, Jiwoo always had to shout her head off at seven AM. "Hey Chuusters! Good MORNING!!!!!!! Today we are going to PRANK Y/N! AGAIN! Though this time its going to be EPIC! Before we begin– be sure to hit that like and subscribe button! Only..." You tuned her out.

Better keep your wits about ya.

On the bright side, you could take a step outside your room without getting assailed by a water spray or a chinese finger trap. No signs of Jiwoo, getting to the bathroom in one piece.

"AH HA!!" Jiwoo shouted, you yelped and turned around. In her hand was whipped cream on a pie base. Slapping it into your face, frigid sugar drooped down your cheeks. "Got him! What an epic prank right?!!!"

"For fuck sake Jiwoo! Why in the bathroom?" You yelled, reaching for the tissues. In your blindness the white stool Jiwoo had to reach the medicine cabinet found its way in your footpath. Tripping you over, falling into the toilet seat. "Ow! Fuck!"

"Haha! We've done it. Thanks Chuusters for tuning into another video, but before you go. This video is-" Jiwoo cut herself off. Turning the camera off, the transition will be done in post.

"Ow. Jesus you nearly took my tooth out." You looked up at her, vision frosted with whipped cream. "Path my way to the toilet paper." Jiwoo supported your climb back up, teeth throbbing with pain.

"Sorry about the trip! But this is going to do numbers, I'm just going to interject like... fifteen minutes of blog footage or something." Jiwoo handed you the paper, you wiped everything off your face. Residue left behind, you'll have to shower.

"Eugh, its fine. Does it always have to be this early though?"

"Of course! It makes funnier content."

"Alright, who did you even get on this video? You seem to have like six sponsors lined up all the time."

"Air Up."

"Okay..."

The bathroom was vacated, Jiwoo was off to go comb through her footage in her bedroom. "Hey! Y/N! Can you go buy me some energy drinks?" She shouted through the house.

"Yep! What ones?"

"Peach!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!"

Aish, she's always so fucking loud.

Jiwoo, the ever cute degenerate (video editor) was holed up in her room. Not noticing you come in with the peach red bulls that you bought, speaking of energy drinks. They were certainly decorating her desk. Ten cans playing a game of Jenga in the corner.

"Jiwoo?" You called out to no avail, her headphones were likely playing obnoxiously loud music. The rest of her room was very tidy and neat, just cause she goes nowhere else. Almost like it was a museum piece.

"Jiwoo??" A few steps closer. Looking at her screen the ever faithful Shotcut was in full display, despite making a respectable living she has never deviated from those humble beginnings.

"Oh my goodness, Jiwoo!" You tapped her shoulder. She recoiled, turning up to face you. Then the goodies in your hand.

"Thank you!" She snatched it up, "I've needed more."

"Isn't this like your 40th one this week?"

"Work hard play hard." Whatever she means by that. "Anyways, I've got to edit some more. With your reaction the days of 10 out of 10 video performance are OVER!"

"I'm sure it is– I'll leave you to continue your editing, I updated your royalty free music playlist last night while I struggled to sleep. Enjoy."

"Thank you!! See you later!!!!" She shouted as you left her to very urgent tasks.

The night came and Jiwoo still hadn't left her room, ideas of hiring editors had been floated ultimately though rejected. It just didn't feel the same to her, that work ethic you had to respect.

You ordered her food, just some standard pizza. Easy enough to eat while working, alongside the cookies she loved so desperately. "Jiwoo?" She didn't pay any mind to you, unsurprisingly.

This time you just slotted it in front of her. She lowered her headphones, letting them cuff around her neck. "Oh my god! Thank you! I was so hungry."

"Figured, you've been glued to this seat for 8 hours now, when are you going to take a break?" She furrowed her brows, saving the file just in case. Had it really been eight whole hours? She's lost track of time but by that much?!

"Really?! Oh god, ugh... right now! You and me, we are going to eat and I'm not going to look at my editing software for the entire fifteen minutes." She insisted, closing the entire thing. Booting up Youtube to play something that wasn't hers, a video on the hit game Spelunky 2 (2020).

"I worry about you sometimes, but sure. I got your favourite cookies."

"Oh my god!! You are just the best!" She was cheery, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. "How much do I have to pay you back?"

"On me."

"Okay! Thanks!"

Jiwoo was a bundle of joy, gleaming with visible happiness as she finally ate something. "Mmh, good food." Her eyes sparkled at it's taste, slightly glossy from staring at the same repetitive screen for hours with laser focus.

"Yeah it's pretty sweet, I think Jinsoul probably made it– girl always makes it like a donut when we order." That's a long history, Jinsoul was a close acquaintance. One of the reasons you always order from there, hoping the check ends up in her pocket.

"I love her for it." She said dreamily, on cloud nine by this pizza. Face scrunching slightly as slice after slice was consumed rapidly.

Another day, another prank.

Or so you'd think, it's been alarmingly silent the entire day, you got to do stuff without a very loud and charming Jiwoo enacting a grand performance.

Hours passed and it seemed like Jiwoo was taking a break day, it was her birthday after all. Not that it stopped her last year or the year before, but stuff changes.

Things were obviously never that simple.

It was late at night, you were getting ready to turn it in for the day. Opening the bedroom door, being proven right.

A red light, blinking, beeping in the darkness.

She was nowhere to be seen.

Carefully, you took apprehensive steps into your bedroom. The air felt cool and brisk, only room where Jiwoo didn't have the heater on full blast.

The light was flicked on, flooding the room but still. The prankster was nowhere to be seen. "Hm.."

"Gotcha!" She tackled you into your bed, towering over you. Pillow wrestled into her grip, only a few seconds to dodge before it came crashing down against your head. "Haha!"

You weaved, Jiwoo had quickly followed. Going for another strike, putting all her force into the next attack. "How is this a prank?" Your hand grabbed a weapon of its own. Shielding yourself from the incoming attack.

"Element of surprise! Yah!"

"This is just assault!" You laughed, in a stalemate. An unstoppable object vs an immovable force. Chuu's force rivaled your own, radiating joy and giggles.

"Catch!" She grabbed ammunition, lobbing it at your head. The shock allowed her to get an edge, winning this sudden pillow fight. "Haha! I'm so good!"

"Oh yeah?! Think fast!" You shoved her back, climbing over Jiwoo. Delivering a furry of pillow whacks to her temple. "Who's winning now?!"

She thrashed underneath, howling her way out. Flipping the script, back on top. "Me!"

You both ran out of energy at the wrong time, Jiwoo lingering on your lap. Eyes locking together, a spark forming in the heavy breathing. You've never looked at Jiwoo in such a way, your silly little energy drink guzzler all nighter friend was looking awfully kissable.

Jiwoo was thinking much the same, her dependable energy drink providing friend was looking incredibly kissable.

Very fixable problem.

Jiwoo lowered, lips brushing together. Her breath wafting over, this felt right. The pounding in her heart was loud, untameable. Your hand found the back of her hair. Rhythmically you two kissed, a dance of tongues. She tasted of sweet bubblegum. Fuck her lips were so soft, plump and plush against your own.

The fireworks ended, pulling away. Jiwoo was so cute, so attractive. It all hit you in one moment akin to a pleasurable train crash. "I..."

She wasn't ready to let this one go.

Lips back on you, straight out a fairytale. Hips starting to grind against one another, this felt so right, so real.

"Jiwoo.." You gasped, she smiled softly. The blush on her cheeks was scorching red, "I want you."

"I want you too, please. Take me."

Both of you were overjoyed, hands delicately lifting her blue t-shirt off. Inches of smooth, cloud-like skin appearing for your eyes right now. It was gone, leaving Jiwoo in just her cotton candy pink bra and shorts. "Is this the break we were on about?"

She chuckled breathy, "Yeah... I like this."

Another kiss, a bit bolder, deeper. Teeth nibbling into her bottom lip, Jiwoo moaned into your mouth. Her skin getting set ablaze with cold shivers. She got brave, removing your own shirt.

Her bare skin brushed warmly against yours, chests touching while making out. "You are such a nice kisser." She gasped, pulling away, a sole string of saliva connecting you. "Can we drop these clothes? I want to see you bare."

Your heart was beating out of your chest, nodding. Jiwoo took her socks off. Lifting herself up, presenting her shorts as a obstacle entrusting you to get rid. You gulped, Jiwoo's bare soft ass was revealed inch by inch. "So beautiful." All that remained between you and her entire naked body was two pieces of fabric.

Though she made you wait, wishing to be equal. There was a shared nervousness, a tension unspeakable. Neither felt confident as Jiwoo shimmied you out of your trousers.

And there you two sat. Jiwoo in soaked panties, getting kissed so intimately by her friend ruining her underwear. You in boxers, a pitched tent exposing how much you wanted her.

Both of you fell for each other so hard.

"Can I undress you first?" Jiwoo asked, voice no higher than a whisper. The shy gaze she gave confirmed any suspicions. With a nod she began, fingers creeping inwards. You could see her neck shift, swallowing down the intense anxiety. The band lowered, pushing past the stiffness. Entirely free and naked to Jiwoo's gaze, shyness was replaced with curiosity and a growing hunger. "Oh my..."

"Your turn." She conceded at your growled words, letting your hands explore her back, finding the straps holding her bra together. With some shaky effort the garment was taken off. And–

"Holy shit." The words escaped your lips involuntarily. She was drop dead gorgeous, perky breasts that were just the right size. Hand reaching out to cop a feel instinctively. Thumb rubbing the pink, hardened by arousal nipple. Earning a gasp.

You lowered, one last barrier and nothing would be left.

Just you and her in this moonlight.

And it was gone.

Your best friend, roommate and favourite prankster. Fully naked. She was shaved bare, utterly tantalising slick dripping off her lower lips. "So pretty."

Jiwoo wasn't sure what to do. She wanted so much, yet paralyzed by apprehension, every individual joint locked up with tension. "I–" She gulped, if tomatos were red she was redder.

"Can you touch me?"

A weight was lifted off of her when the words left her lips. "How do you want it?"

"Your mouth, on me. Please."

"Lay back on the pillows."

Jiwoo listened, rotating position with you, resting her head against the soft pillows of your bed. She's been here before, for pranks and movie nights whenever you could actually pry her off her work. Now though, she's naked. Under your watchful eye, inspecting every element of her like a fine painting. Skin glistening with her arousal that grew exponentially by the second.

Her legs were parted, you slid in between.

Head dropping down, your mouth leaving open kisses. Starting at her thighs, just above her knees. Inching closer, taking your time. Jiwoo relaxed underneath the touching. Slowly and assuredly, you were inches away from her core. Her sweet scent smelled utterly divine, musky arousal and vanilla bodywash. The one you got her today.

You couldn't wait, fingers spreading her lips. Tongue running flatly over her intimate area. Her taste was making you throb against the bed, "Jiwoo..."

"What? Do you want to stop??"

"Relax, I want more."

The sudden worries were short lived, falling apart into dust when you continued. Tongue writing out her name, every lick came with its own reward, a moan straight from her. Low in volume but high in pleasure.

"You taste so good Jiwoo, so good.."

"please– ah. keep going."

That you did, holding onto her pillowy thighs for support. Bringing them close, watching out for those little actions she couldn't help to do. Every twitch of her body, every shake, when her teeth drag accidentally against her moistened lips. "fuck.."

Your pace became more daring, speeding up. Lapping up the endless nectar from Jiwoo's pink pretty flower. "The best pussy ever, can't imagine how good you'd feel around my cock." You cooed, everything in this room was sensual, pure. This moment honeyed.

"I want it in me, Y/N. Please."

You regrettably stopped going down on Jiwoo's pussy, pulling away. "I don't have any condoms."

"Don't care! I want it inside, right now." She whined, spreading her lips for you. Jiwoo wanted it, you were big, hard, dripping with precum. Neither of you reailsed how hot the other was until now. "Please.."

Jiwoo gasped as your tip rubbed up against her messy slit, saliva and arousal mixing into one. The first touch and minds were sent active. "Just slide inside, we need this." She spoke for you.

You sunk inside, Jiwoo was unbelievably tight, so damned perfect. Wet heaven clinging onto every inch pushed in. There was no resistance, she was made for you. Your hands found their way into the mattress. It's support had her underneath, looking longingly into each others eyes as your cock were fully buried.

"Oh god! Jiwoo..!"

"Y/N!"

Bodies slapped together, Jiwoo's neck was the instrument of your ravenous marking. Teeth nipping the blanket of skin, "AHH! Y/N!" She screamed, she grabbed on your back. Both holding each other. "More please!"

Her vocals were loud, not out of place in a choir. There were no coherent thoughts left to share, something more primal slipping through. Jiwoo wanted her pussy to be pounded, you instinctively did just that. Pulling out all but the final inch and slamming back inside.

Every squeal fueled the fire, the urge to continue ripe in the air. Nails were scratching at you, trying to continue the overwhelming pleasure her body was experiencing to ill avail. Your hands found her back, both embracing each other while broken cries rang out.

"Fuck–Jiwoo!!"

"AHH!"

Somehow in the passion, Jiwoo was ontop of you, lowering herself down onto your cock while you thrust upwards. This revelry wasn't going to last forever, her body was too enticing, addictive for that.

"Cumming––AHHH! Y/N!" Jiwoo screamed out, resting her neck limply against your shoulder, body tensing as she gushed over your shaft, getting the bed messy in the process.

You continued, thrusting hard and desperately into her, trying to chase that own pleasure. Not far behind, her own orgasm accelerating it along significantly. You mutter her name like a chant, so close.

"Jiwoo! Fuck."

"Inside! Please, please, fill me up!"

You held each other close, filling Jiwoo up with your thick warm load, she gasped in dreamy relief as shot after shot fired inside. Straight to her womb. "That's so warm– you really came a lot.." She was slightly sobered up, able to think properly again.

"Couldn't help it."

Jiwoo smiled against your neck, "I like that, it makes me feel fuzzy... can you help me shower?"

You nodded.

This morning, there was no prank, no fear of a prank. Just Jiwoo, her bed and you. She was nestled into your side, head laying on your chest. Still smiling even while asleep, a real bundle of joy that couldn't be understated.

Pajamas were comfortable, eventually you'd have to change but for now. There was no rush. She was still sleeping, what monster interrupts someone who definitely doesn't get enough anyway?

"mmmh... that camera was never turned off." Jiwoo yawned, adjusting into a more comfortable angle but never leaving the expanse of your chest. "it would have recorded everything."

"Oh, do you want me to flush the footage?"

"no way, I want it... that SD card can stay somewhere safe and personal." She insisted, "I don't feel like pranking you today.. I can take a day off, right?"

"I've been saying that for months Jiwoo."

"Yay! Okay, how about I order something while you go clean up last night's messes?"