DAERIN | ONE SHOTS🔞

stop, thief!

(⚠️: this is kinda long and kinky)

Haerin all but leapt into her car. Her heart thundered in her ribs, her breath came out in short gasps. She locked her car doors and threw her bag in the backseat. Her right hand remained in the pocket of her winter coat, fist closed around a certain type of fabric owned by one specific girl.

Danielle's knee-high socks.

In the privacy of her car, with the tinted windows rolled up, the low rumble of the engine, the radio tuned into a pop station, the rush of blood high in her ears, Kang Haerin inspected the socks that were now in her possession. What once stretched across the length of Danielle's shapely calves and her surprisingly long legs now wadded into a ball in her fist. Haerin unravelled the stockings to admire the black, yellow, and grey argyle pattern.

Moments ago, they finished dress rehearsals for their Regional competion, which meant boys and girls were separated into their assigned dressing rooms. Haerin lingered and did not rush, allowed the girls to get dressed first since she did not want to run the risk of being seen in her boxer briefs that kept her cock hidden. When Haerin entered the practice room after the others left, she saw that a pile of clothing beside her own remained.

It was Danielle's clothing — she had yet to get changed because she was still discussing the setlist with Mr. Han, and the choreography with Hyein and Hanni.

With a nervous glance towards the door, Haerin changed into her dress and her cardigan, and once she did, she meant to just go home directly but in the corner of her eye she saw a flash of argyle pattern.

And now that colourful object that caught her eye was in her hands.

She swallowed hard and left the emptied parking lot to go straight home to her empty house. She made dinner for herself. And with every second that passed, her cock grew with the anticipation of her plans, mercurial as they were, and incoherent. All she knew was that the images that floated in her mind centred around Danielle's knee-high stockings, wrapped around her cock...

Haerin shivered and shook her head to rid herself of the image. Not yet.

After her quick dinner, she lounged around the living room, watched a bit of television. The clock in the hallway ticked louder and louder with every passing second, yet it was only half-past six. Her mom would not be back until eight, so that was more than enough time for her plans to actualize.

Haerin took a hot shower that left steam and fog in the bathroom mirror. She did not bother to get dressed. On the foot of her bed were Danielle's pilfered socks, and the sight of them caught her breath in her throat.

She settled in the middle of her bed, her back flush against the cushioned headboard. In one hand, a bottle of lube. On the other, Danielle's socks. It was, after all, imperative that they were Danielle's. No other pair would do.

And no, it was not because Haerin nursed a crush on that talkative girl. Maybe. Probably. She just happened to look good in knee-highs, despite Minji's, and sometimes Haerin's, insistence that it made her look like a clown with legs that could cause car accidents.

Haerin squirted a wad of lube on her palm and curled her slick fingers around her half-erect cock. She touched the soft film of the socks and squeezed her eyes shut. Envisioned Danielle across from her, goading her with hot, breathy words, encouraged her to yes, like that, keep stroking that cock for me, Haerin. In Haerin's vision of Danielle, she wore nothing but her argyle socks.

With her cock now unbearably stiff, the vein that curled around it pulsed and a trickle of precum glistened in the gasping tip. Haerin took the socks and wrapped one around her length while she allowed the other to caress her balls, swollen with all her pent-up load.