Random Oneshots based on songs from my Spotify
You and Tsuki have been together since, well forever. You grew up in the same neighborhood in Osaka and went to the same schools. You started dating before she became an Idol, and when she did you went to Korea with her, landing a stable job at an international company in their HR department and you’ve surprisingly built yourself up to its managerial positions. However, recently fate seems to be against you.
“Hahahahahaha! The Q3 numbers look great! I knew it was the right call!” You look up from your palms at the absolutely bigoted CEO in front of you. You never liked your CEO, he likes you, but you don’t like him. From the first moment you met him, you knew if he was the president he’d bring the world to the kind Orwell warned us about.
“Sir, you cut HALF of the team without notifying me-” “We trimmed the FAT! Look! The stock responded positively!” Oh you are absolutely about to punch this motherfucker. You look over to the side and see your friend, the marketing manager, put up a smile, but you also see his eye twitching. He seems to share the sentiment.
“Sir, you cut off 32 of them. Soyoung in operations has been here longer than most of us, longer than me!” “I know, and for that I do feel guilty. She was wonderful, I have drafted a personal note to send her!” Your eyes open slightly, your idiotic CEO remembered her name and was going to draft a letter. Maybe he can be a good person “—well, I had my assistant draft it, but believe me! The sentiment is real!” and just like that, you were ready to roundhouse kick this motherfucker to Saturn.
Just as you were about to explode, you remember what Tsuki said before you left. “Short schedule today! Can’t wait to see you back home!!!!!” Maybe fate wasn’t completely against you. With your wonderful girlfriend in mind, you steel your nerves, and continue on.
That meeting destroyed you. Well, it destroyed everyone except the CEO, who seem to still be having orgasms over the Q3 numbers. The only thing holding you down is the prospect of seeing your beloved girlfriend. You haven’t managed to spend much time with her recently, a mix of her recent comeback and you drowning in work.
You park on autopilot, arriving home to your shared comfy apartment in Yeonnam-dong, Seoul. Your feet step outside on the pavement and you feel the ache in your bones and a constant, nagging headache from today’s events. The walk to the elevator is muscle memory, you’ve done it tens of thousands of times. Your fingers press the buttons, the touch of cold steel steadying the mind as excitement for meeting Tsuki arises. You arrive to the door, keys jingling as you unlock it. The moment the door opens, the smell of Kimchi-jjigae invades your nostrils, and your eyes dart to see Tsuki cooking with headphones on. Her beautiful voice fills your ears over the song she seems to hum. “girl its only you~ Have it your way~”.
She hasn’t noticed you come in. You make your way behind her, and all the days work seems to fade from your mind, your head fills with love and adoration. There’s something about watching her like this, the small private version of her that belongs to this apartment, that belongs to home. Not the performer, not the idol, not the main dancer of Billlie, just Tsuki. Seeing her like this, the day falls off you like a coat.
However, something creeps in. A desperation, a desire, arises. You haven’t seen her in a while, and seeing her like this, domestic, like home, and most importantly yours, something within you shifts, something within you comes up, Love and Lust.
You don’t announce yourself. You cross the room in long quiet strides and when your arms find her from behind and your face presses into the curve of her neck, she startles with a sharp "Yah!” Your face is swallowed in the nook of her neck, peppering slow kisses on it. She melts into a giggle as you press a soft kiss to the back of her ear, “Yah, stop! I’m cookingg!!”. She smells like heat and sesame and something you couldn't name but would recognize anywhere. She turns in your arms to scold you properly and she makes the face with the cute scrunch you know so so well, and all you think about is her lips.
Not a second later, your lips are locked to hers. Your hand snakes its way around her to turn off the stove, before settling on her waist. Your other hand rises to cup her face, deepening the kiss as your thoughts fall deeper into desire. You press her against the counter, holding her tighter against you as she moans in the kiss. The moment your lips separate, she sees you, she sees your eyes and she recognizes it, the desire in your eyes. “oh…” something ignites within her too, and all that is left is depravity.
“Hagghh~” Tsuki is lost in a world of pleasure, her arms holding onto the bed sheets beneath her, her body trembling with need and sensitivity. Both your clothes are scattered out and about across the room. Your hands grip her waist, and your mouth is focused on her pussy. She’s arched her body like a cat on a stretch, nuzzling her cunt into your face like a filly at the gate. You’re drowning in her, this slightly sweet aphrodisiac that urges you to continue and continue, to continue to worship her. “Annghh~!” you leave a kiss on her clit, smiling as you lift your head from her thighs. “You look so cute like this, so needy.”
You take a proper look at her, sculpted curves and abs built on years of training and exercise, her face flushed and breathing heavy. Sweat racks her body, hair messy and tangled across your pillows. You see her tremble from the sensations you bring her. Your fingers slowly push its way past her folds, and her hips rise up to meet your hand. She moans needily, and you come to kiss her, and kiss her, and kiss her till you can’t hardly kiss anymore. Your fingers hit the spot you know so well, and she shakes. You pull back from the kiss and press your forehead against hers, staring into her teary eyes as she moans and quivers. “Look at me.” you whisper sweet nothings as she gets closer, her hands loosing its grip on the sheets as they pull and thrash against your hair. You share a moment of pure intimacy, of love and trust at its truest form. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier, then her brain curls up like wilted leaves and she looses herself in you. Aphrodisiac coats your fingers, and you give her a short break. You always admired her like this, she had a body that could come and come and come…
You kiss her gently this time, and soothe her gently through the sensations. It’s odd, to have something in your arms and to still be yearning for it. "“f-fuck.. why are y-you so good at this~?” you chuckle and peck her on the lips, “anything for you my dear.” You rise from her embrace to position your member between her thighs and across her stomach. She gasps at the feeling, and seeing how deep your member would go inside her sends a wave of pleasure through her synapses, and a new wave of fire racks through her body. “fuck… you are going to destroy me…”
You slowly sink yourself into her, and bury yourself completely to the hilt. She moans, and her legs cross and wrap around your waist as you start to move. The bed creaks and groans with every shift, like old floorboards confessing under weight. You put your fingers in hers, placing her hands either side of her head and you press your weight into her. She becomes wrecked, moaning in pleasure with teary eyes, losing herself in fulfillment. Your face comes back into the nook of her neck, your teeth sinking to her neck and leaving vampiric marks. You begin to move, and she shakes at the sensation, her moans getting louder and its music to your ears. Slowly, you unfold and lose yourself in her, in her pulsing warmth, and you surrender yourself, you succumb, in sensations that defy language.
You lift your body and one of your hand comes to grasp her throat. Tsuki’s eyes go wide open, and as you softly tighten your grip, her eyes roll back and she lets out a moan of pure pleasure. Your other hand comes down to get a grip of her waist, allowing you to hit the spot she loves so much. “fuck baby…you’re so tight” you feel her warmth surrounding your length completely, with such a tightness and feeling that you’d rather die than pull out. Her mind melts, succumbing into absolute bliss, her words slurring as she falls deeper and deeper into ecstasy. You feel her tighten further, creating relentless tension, a cocoon of warmth, going closer and closer to completely losing it. As she’s on the precipice of cumming, you let go of her throat and completely bury yourself in her. A rush of air comes through her lungs, and a tidal flood of sensations crashes into her, her lithe body locks and racks , shaking with overwhelming sensation that she screeches. You look at her face, lost in everything you’re giving her, and she’s sobbing. Tears and sweat glisten over her face, her mouth locked open in a gasp. You pepper kisses across her body, soothing her as she comes down from heaven.
Then, you continue. She moans in overstimulation, her arms pushing against your torso weakly, but her heat gets tighter, like the world folding into itself. "“w-wait I’m still fuck~!” One of your hands come to grab both of hers, holding them above her head as your hand holds her face gently, almost like you’re caressing a soft animal with reverence. You push your thumb into her mouth and she moans on it, her spit coating the digit quickly. “baby, I know you can give me one more, just let go—”. Its taking your absolute willpower to hold on, but your urge and need to worship Tsuki pushed you on. She shakes, trembles, vibrates. Her body responds to your thrust as she falls deeper and deeper. You push your thumb deeper into her mouth, and she gargles on your finger. “Hagghh~ HaaGGHHHH~!” You feel her, she’s close again. You press your body weight onto her, your member hitting the deepest parts of her. Tsuki whines and howls as she comes on your member again, her body rattles with sensitivity and euphoria. You hold her through it, you replace your thumb with your mouth, smothering her in a carnal sloppy kiss to swallow her moans. You slowly push out of her, your member coated with a sleek fluid. Tsuki is a wreck, she’s panting, labored breaths as she recovers from overstimulation. “fuck— you’re still hard..” She takes a peek at your member. The night is still young.
You and Tsuki are still at it. You’ve both lost the track of time, in sweet, sweet oblivion. Tsuki’s hands press against the bedroom mirror, eyes closed in blissful dissolution. You’re behind her, sliding into her warmth once again. Your hands grip her waist, moving in and out of her with ardor and tenderness. Your hand snake towards her neck, closing in on her throat with enough pleasure to claim, and bringing her closer to your body, the curve of her back pressing to your torso. “Look at yourself baby..”
Her eyes open to see herself in the mirror. Tsuki sees herself unraveling, drowned in sweet, blissful ecstasy. “oh f-fuck—” She sees herself fluttering, wrecked in sweat, marks, tears, and desperation. Her back is arched in a bow, and she’s pushing herself into you, desperate for more, for anything. You don’t leave her begging, you slowly start to move before going faster and faster, going deeper and deeper “fuck fuck fuck oh my god..!” she’s holding on with reckless abandon, with sheer will to give back the pleasure you bring on her. Her hands are growing weaker as you continue to thrust into her, thrusts which grow rougher and rougher, closer into rapture. You’re groaning into her, leaving kisses and marks across her shoulders, her neck, anything you can worship. She moans, her sobs becoming broken sounds as she watches herself dissolve into bliss, lost and floating past the boundary of thought.
You’re close, your trusts growing more desperate. Hours of love making finally making its toll on you. Your hand snakes around towards her clit, rubbing it as you thrust in a relentless tempo. Feeling this, she chokes. Her voice getting stuck in her throat as she unravels. “oh fuck oh— fuck fuck oh my god!”
You groan, no, you growl. An animalistic feeling comes out of you. Your rough strained voice comes out “fuck baby, I’m-fuck, I’m close, where do you want it—”. “fuck~ inside please~!”. She’s begging, pleading for it. Your thrusts continue to accelerate alongside your hand on her clit, growing more reckless, more frantic. Her pleas dissolve into moans and sobs. “fuck baby I’m coming—” you couldn’t hold it anymore, with one rough thrust you’re buried completely inside her, hitting all the right spots and your seed fills her. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THAN-” and her moans turn to worship, all the pleasure causes her to squirt, her fluids shooting like a jet and splattering across the mirror as she grows limp in your arms.
The night grows old. You’re sitting against the headboard. Tsuki is above you, riding along your length. Depravity and euphoria melts into intimacy and love. Her arms are wrapped around your neck, her forehead pressed against yours. Your hands are wrapped around her, holding her close, grounding her. Tsuki breathes heavily, staring at you with devotion, like you’re the only thing that matters in the room. In return, you do the same. You stare at the woman that is Fukutomi Tsuki, your warmth, your home, your beloved. She rides you softly, the sensation is one of love and belonging. You groan into her, your hand cradling her face, and there is no words for what passes between you. “I love you— I fucking love you so much”. She initiates a soft kiss with you, one that juxtaposes the night’s desperate kisses. You hug her closer, “I’m close baby” oh you don’t remember how much times either of you came. Tsuki cups your face in between her hands, her eyes staring intimately deep into your soul. “Do it baby~” she tells you, and you hold your stare into her eyes. You finish in her, and she exhales, a tender sigh of fondness and warmth.
You both fall and sink onto the mattress, all the energy exhausted. Tsuki moves to lay on top of you, sprawling like a starfish. You both share a moment of silence, your hand finds the small of her back without thinking. Her cheek is pressed on your chest, resting right above your heart, and you wonder if she can hear what she does to it. She traces patterns on your chest, her breathing softens. The night has you both completely spent and somehow, impossibly, full.
As you are about to drift into sleep, she pokes your cheek. One of your eyes peek open, a raised eyebrow to ask a question without words. You see her make that annoyed, cute, scrunch face. “the kimchi-jjigae…”
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