DAERIN | ONE SHOTS🔞

I slipped and my d!ck fell inside her! I swear!

(some of you might probably be familiar with this one)

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Comeback preparations were gruelling.

The music video filming, concept photo shooting, hours of dance practices and vocal recordings all meant working from dawn and four hours of sleep max, which, in turn, brought about a very sleepy and sometimes irritable five.

That one week of shoots and filming was the worst, though—the members could barely get any sleep in, being on set almost for the entirety of their day, mostly having to catch up on lost sleep either in the greenrooms or in their van, which left the beds at their dorms vacant for a good few days.

So, it was a luxury to be able to sleep on their own beds at all, and the members made sure to cherish those few hours of slumber in the comfort of soft bedding rather than thin blankets on foam mats or car seat leather.

Today was one of those days. The members finished up the music video filming for Super Shy, finally reaching the dorms at about ten in the evening, incredibly early compared to their usual schedules.

They dispersed to their own floors, and Haerin practically crashes onto her bed, which was a mistake—she'd be able to stay there for the entire night if it wasn't for her own discipline and righteousness, but for that one fleeting moment, her tiredness was temporarily in control.

Rolling over in bed like a log, Haerin's weary eyes trail over the darkness of her room for a moment, before landing on the foam roller perched on her table, and her eyes widen—

"I'll go hand this to Danielle unnie," Haerin announces to Minji, who was washing up in the bathroom, leaving as she hears the affirmative hum from the older.

Just earlier in the van, Danielle had asked Haerin to lend her one of her foam rollers, since the constant dancing was bound to leave their muscles sore, and so it became a habit for the members to regularly foam roll their muscles before bed because of just how much they were practicing.

Haerin was let into the second-floor dorms after reporting herself through the doorbell camera to Hanni, who was, unsurprisingly, cutting fruit in the kitchen with her hair dripping wet.

"Hyein's already dead asleep and I don't have the heart to wake her up," Hanni's voice is uncharacteristically quiet when she says this, shoving a slice of apple into Haerin's face, which she obediently accepted.

Haerin hums, Hanni going right back to her ritual of fruit cutting as the younger heads to Danielle's room. She knocks a few times, waiting for a response, but she was only met with silence.

"Danielle unnie?" Haerin calls out—to no avail. She furrows her brows and pushes the door open, only to be met with a sleeping Danielle—sprawled on her bed with the lights on, still in her makeup and her clothes from earlier, her phone dangling precariously in her palm.

Ever the caring angel, Haerin grabs the phone out of her hand and sets it on the nightstand, blinking curiously at the sleeping form of her co-member.

She must really be tired.

Deciding against waking her up, Haerin places the foam roller on her nightstand, but before she could turn to leave, Danielle begins to stir, a soft sound leaving her lips as she rolls over onto her side.

It would've been a completely normal thing that wouldn't have elicited any reaction from Haerin whatsoever, if that soft sound wasn't painfully similar to a moan.

Haerin's cock reacts before she does, starting to stir in her pants as a result, and she knows she's fucked.

In all honesty, Haerin had been wanting to fuck Danielle since the morning—something about her outfit for the music video and that godforsaken skirt the stylists put on her...