Worth Your While (ft. LOONA’s Haseul)

Leadership is tough. It’s tough enough leading your iteration of the Student Council as is, being the Vice President, and being the second representative of the entire student body. You’re swamped with work as is, and so is your President, Jo Haseul. You can’t say you don’t like the job, but it still sucks—you have to deal with event organization, managing of student suggestions, proposing and editing of school rules, and handling a slew of miscellaneous projects regarding the student body.

You’re lucky you have a spot to relax at the back of the school, behind all the science labs. Stairs connect the different levels of the science block, and on the ground level there exists an empty spot where no one goes to. You’ve adopted that spot as your relaxation spot, and you definitely need it today—you’re feeling the burnout from dealing with the same paperwork day in and day out.

Haseul is nowhere to be found again, and you don’t really blame her. Everyone needs their break at times, and if hers is to disappear the same way you did, then so be it. You near your spot, and you’re more than happy to finally be able to relax. You turn the corner around the wall, and that’s when the sight of Council President Jo Haseul leaning on the wall at your spot, a lit cigarette between her right index and middle fingers. Her usual grey sweater vest pools on the ground next to her. Haseul lifts the cigarette to her lips and takes a long drag, the smoke rising high into the air as she exhales.

“What the fuck?!”

“Oh, fuck, shit!”

Haseul drops the cigarette, short stamps extinguishing the stick when she sees you. You frown in disbelief and disappointment. This is Jo Haseul, President of the Student Council. You know for a fact she’s booked many students for detentions and talks with the discipline master for their smoking habits, and that she knows the rulebook damned well. Yet, here she is with the same cigarettes between her lips that doomed so many of her fellow students. You storm up to her, demanding answers.

“Haseul! Persuant to Section 3, Rule 4, Point A, students are not to smoke within the school comp—”

“Shut the fuck up. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You saw nothing, okay?”

“What do you mean I saw nothing? The fucking cigarette was in your hands! I’m reporting you to Mr Park!”

“No, you’re not.”

“Of course I am. You’re being a fucking hypocrite and you shoul—”

“Shut the fuck up! This job’s fucking stressful, okay?“

"Yeah, and stress doesn’t mean you should be breaking the rules that the school set out. And stress doesn’t mean you should be a hypocrite to the students by smoking, then catching them and punishing them for doing the same thing. I didn’t know you were such a bitch, Haseul.”

“That’s it. Fuck!”

Haseul pulls you in by your tie, then flips you around to pin you back first against the wall. She glares at you, before glancing at your compromising position.

“That’s it. Since you fucked my rest time up for me, you’re going to need to pay it back. It’s only fair. You take my fun away, I’ll take my fun back. I fully expect you to shut the fuck up after this, because this will also be worth your while.”

Haseul grabs you by the throat and applies some force, a gasp drawn from your throat involuntarily.

“If I get any fucking repercussions from this little… incident, I’m gonna make your life hell.”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Haseul’s left hand deftly maneuvers down your shirt, the buttons sliding out of the holes. Bit by bit, she exposes your chest to her eyes, and she grins when she sees your somewhat fit body.

“Oh, I didn’t know you hid these under your clothes…”

“What the fuck are you doing?” You manage to croak the question from her grip on your neck, but she squeezes harder.

“Did I say you could speak?”

Haseul raises her finger to leave a burning trail over your chest.

“Wow, you’re fit. Why didn’t you show this earlier? Maybe I’d have picked you up for some fun.”

“Wh-what? What’re you—hrk!” Another squeeze.

“Oh, you know.” Haseul grins, almost maniacal. “You know what’s the most fun girls can have.”

The finger on your torso becomes a hand cupping your crotch. You yelp, and Haseul begins to unzip your pants, reaching within to fondle your rapidly hardening shaft.

“Maybe I’m gonna fuck the stress away instead, hm? You should be thankful you found me, because now you’ll get to enjoy having my pussy milk your pathetic cock.”

Before you can react, Haseul manages to undo your pants. She yanks at both your pants and underwear roughly when she lets go of you for a brief moment, and they pool around your legs. You try to run when she lets go of you, but with your pants around your ankles and a swift shifting of Haseul’s leg, you trip and land painfully on the concrete. You crawl backwards as quickly as you can, but Haseul grabs onto your pants and yanks them off you, pulling your shoes along on the way. Her hand finds her way over your erection, which forces you to a halt.

“What the fuck? Let me go! Let go of me!” You try to move and kick away, but Haseul redirects everything with ease.

“Oh wow, so thick and hard for me. Twitching too. Mmm, veiny as well.” Haseul begins to stroke your shaft, her other hand spreading your legs open. “Your balls are so big and full too. I wonder what it’d feel like when you empty them into my slutty pussy.”

The filthy string of words nearly draws a moan from your throat, but you refuse to let Haseul know that she was arousing you. However, your body isn’t following your mind—your cock twitches and precum beads the tip, your foreskin spreading the lubrication over the crown.

“Oh wow, you’re twitching. Did you like hearing me talk about how I want you to cum in my pussy?” A grin spreads over Haseul’s face when you twitch again, more precum beading on the tip. “Hm, you do. Glad to know you’re on board, because I love it when the men I fuck finish in me. I love the feeling of their cock pulsing as their warm semen hits my walls, I love when they fuck their cum deep into my tummy. It makes me feel so hot, so wet, so fucking horny.”

Your shaky breaths are all Haseul needs to know she’s getting to you.

“Huh. You’re pathetic. I’m here talking about fucking you against your will, and here you are getting hard and wet. You’re fucking turned on by this, aren’t you?”

With a laugh, Haseul slaps your cock. You gasp as the pain sets in with pleasure, and she rises from between your legs, her hands reaching beneath her skirt. They descend with her pink panties in tow before she steps out of them and bunches it up, kneeling above your chest to shove it into your mouth as a makeshift gag.

“Now shut the fuck up while I fuck the cum out of you.”

—–

Haseul holds your left leg up in the air, your right leg left dangling. You’re bent over as if you’re the bottom in missionary, but she steps over you, her legs on either side of your ass. She grips your shaft tightly around the base, almost too tightly, and she straddles your butt, then lowers herself to line your shaft up with her entrance. Her skirt falls to cover your shaft from sight. Haseul sighs in relief when your wet tip glides along her dripping slit, her juices running down your shaft.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a cock in me, and Mommy’s fucking horny, baby boy.”

With a loud gasp, Haseul sinks herself down on your shaft. A moan is ripped from your throat as Haseul’s tight, wet, warm walls squeeze you painfully, yet so pleasurably.

“Oh, fuck…”

You’d never admit it to Haseul, but the feel of her tight pussy around your shaft put you somewhat close to the edge. You bite down hard on your bottom lip when Haseul’s thighs flex to push herself up along your cock, leaving just the tip in before she drops herself back to the hilt. She finds her rhythm almost instantly, and soon enough, Haseul is using your cock for her pleasure, fucking herself atop it akin to a dildo.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s right. That’s it. Mommy’s craved the feeling of being filled like that for so long, fuck.” Haseul grinds her hips in circles on your shaft, her words broken up by moans when she grazes her G-spot. “Look at you, you’re fucking pathetic. Just the feel of a girl’s pussy around your useless cock and you’re whimpering and trembling.”

It’s true, you’re shaking and whimpering under Haseul’s every action. Haseul’s grinding halts before she resumes fucking herself atop your shaft. This time, another moan is ripped out of your throat—Haseul isn’t gentle at all, not when she has control of you in the Amazon position. Gravity aids her in getting you to fuck her deeper—your shaft hits her in places even her favourite dildo can’t reach.

"Oh my God, oh, oh my fucking God, maybe—fuck! Maybe you’re not so pathetic, shit, you’re fucking hitting me there, right, there, fuck~!”

Every bounce of Haseul’s atop your shaft sends her G-spot rubbing deliciously along the length of your cock. The erotic wet squelches fill the air of the empty stairwell, and you’re trying your darnedest not to show Haseul how good she makes you feel.

“Go on, moan for Mommy. Tell Mommy how good it feels, how great it is that you’re getting fucked by Mommy like that. Your cock feels so fucking good in me, oh, and… and… fuck, fuck! Oh, fuck! I… Oh shit, this useless cock might actually make me cum, this useless cock might—!”