purinz oneshots/smutshots (chaewon x yunjin)

im in too deep

"So, are you guys dating or what?"

Yunjin swallows her mouthful of cereal roughly. She'd expected this question coming from Kazuha soon, just not over a quick 5-minute breakfast before their respective 8 am classes. She just shoots back: "should I be asking you the same thing?"

Kazuha rolls her eyes. "Don't deflect. Sakura and I have hooked up like twice. You and Chaewon go on dates."

"They're not dates!"

"You hang out and don't fuck, what else do you call it?"

"We study," Yunjin argues lamely, which is actually true.

"That's worse. That's even worse." Kazuha shakes her head sadly. "If someone had told me Chaewon was the one who'd finally have you whipped, I would have died laughing."

Yunjin sighs, opting not to answer as she quickly deposits her cereal bowl in the sink and runs off to class. Although she doesn't have an answer for Kazuha, she can admit to herself that the question's been on her own mind too. Is she dating Chaewon? She doesn't really know. She knows that the sex is phenomenal, but that she likes being with Chaewon even when they're not having sex. That's certainly a first for her, but she really likes how it's going, so she decides to quit worrying about labels and just enjoy what they have.

At first she was worried about how Chaewon's lack of experience would factor into it, but if anything, it makes it hotter. Everything Yunjin does gets her so worked up; Yunjin just loves watching her fall apart underneath her touch, squirming and panting and so different to the calm and collected exterior she maintains. Plus, she's a quick learner and full of surprises, including a surprisingly dirty mouth.

Halfway through the lecture she feels her phone buzz in her pocket. She's sitting in the back and the professor is boring her half to sleep, so she decides to check it. It's a text from Chaewon: are you in class?

Yes, she texts back. Why?

Come over after, Chaewon says, and then without warning she sends a picture that makes Yunjin sit up, awake and alert: a complicated looking black harness, proudly displaying a smooth, red strap-on.

Cheeks burning, she texts back: ??!!??!!! Then, are you trying to kill me? Fuck.

Don't die before you fuck me with this thing, Chaewon replies. It was expensive.

Yunjin swallows and takes just one glance at the clock before haphazardly shoving her stuff back into her bag. Fuck class. I'm leaving now.

Yunjin practically runs the entire way to Chaewon's apartment, her mind whirring. She can't describe or understand why Chaewon has this effect on her, just that something about her makes Yunjin want to drop to her knees and pleasure her till she cries.

She reaches Chaewon's place in record time, bounding up the steps, and Chaewon opens the door before she even has the chance to knock. She's in her sleep shorts and a tank top, her cleavage on full mouth-watering display, and her glasses still on.

She pulls Yunjin into the house and into a messy kiss, and Yunjin responds eagerly, wrapping an arm around her small waist. She pulls back to shut the door and toe off her shoes, fixing Chaewon with an incredulous glance. "It's barely 10 am, Chae, Jesus."

Chaewon blushes and rubs her arm. "I know, just... the package came yesterday and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since."

"You could have messaged me yesterday," Yunjin points out. "I probably would've dropped everything and came over."

"Yeah, but you had a morning class today and I didn't wanna keep you late," Chaewon reasons. The fact that she remembered such a trivial thing, and her concern for Yunjin's sleep — it makes Yunjin's heart feel warm, and she just has to kiss Chaewon again.