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pupyuj · 9 months

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gp itzy thoughts i beg cuz ur yuna one has me GIGGLING

i got you anon 😩😤😤 i personally view all of g!p itzy as subs (yes even ryujin don't fight me on this 🤭🤭) unless the scenario prompt is specific SO IT'S DOM READER TIME 😏 their names r color coded cuz some are longer than others i got a bit too into it 💀

that g!p yeji thought i posted a while ago is kinda perfect bcs it's just so her?? like to be so weak n pathetic when it comes to you :(( a little tease n baby is immediately rock hard, weakly asking for you to stop messing with her but secretly wanting for you to just,, ride her already 😭😭😭 she definitely likes being forced into having sex in like, public spaces 🤭 like she's saying "no stop (y/n) we can'tttt there's people here :((" but then why is she eagerly pounding into you while she's holding you up against the mirror in a changing room?? why isn't she doing anything other than sitting there n letting you jerk her off while you're in the movie theatre??? 🫢

lia's never beating the pillow princess allegations to me, even when she has a dick 🫡🫡 you're so pretty to her that she just wants to sit back and watch you do whatever you want to her with her cock :(( which ties into her voyeurism bcs she definitely gets off to the sight of you playing w your pussy in front of her,,, and n also in front of the mirror but like you're giving her a handjob n whispering dirty and borderline mean shit to her ear it gets her sooo horny you have no idea 😭😭😭 n she loves when u give her head bcs she can just look at your pretty face taking in her cock, she gets so proud :( big on praises during those moments but ultimately she's a slut for you 🫣

ryujin is kind of the tsundere-ish, pissy pants, big pride = big dick girl who hates being teased and played with but unfortunately you're a fucking brat 🤭 you're always groping her cock while people are around (they never notice), telling her things in her ear, wearing revealing clothing to rile her up, being touchy w people... but see, even if that makes ryujin pissed as hell she will not like, grab you and ruin you— no, that's what you do to her 👀 coming home from a party after flirting w the entire fucking house n ryujin is soooo mad 😭 like she's huffing, arms crossed and glaring at you while sitting on the bed as you're talking like nothing happened.. then you notice that look in her face n you laugh at her, making her even more mad 😭😭 but then you stand in between her legs and make her look up at you.. suddenly her eyes were the same as a puppy's?? like glossy and pleading while you're talking to her like, "d'you get jealous of that guy? c'mon, ryu, you know i only want your cock..." and "want me to prove it?" then she's nodding w a pout 🥺🥺🥺

making ryujin lay down on the bed to give her the best head of her life, one that pushes her to tears and has her seeing stars 🫠🫠 by the time you're riding her, she's crying bcs you feel so fucking good, like she's in literal disbelief over it 😩 sometimes the pleasure gets too much that ryujin will be so lost in her head while you're forcing orgasms out of her, but you're there to keep her grounded 🤭 leaning down to kiss her just to keep her eyes open and saying, "s-see, ryu?? fuck... i only want you..." she never doubted you ever again, but that didnt rlly stop you from just pissing her off anyway 😭

chaeryeong's reputation ain't the greatest bcs of her permanent rbf but that's what u love about her :( bcs she looks like this mean bitch who could kill anyone that thinks to approach you in a way she doesn't but u know how she is behind closed doors :(( she's your whiny baby who hides her face whenever you're touching her dick 😔 she's big on mommy kink and she's super polite 🥺🥺 always using 'please' whenever she wants to do something to you, or asking for your permission before coming she's the cutest 💔💔 and she looooves the collar + leash combo while fucking you from behind 😵‍💫 you pulling on the leash to bring her down, telling her to fuck you harder n then she's moaning "mommy!" in your ear the closer she gets to coming it makes her feel crazyy 😩

yuna is the type that can't keep her hands or her dick off of you 😭😭 she's always touching you and finds all the ways to feel your ass on her cock whether by sitting you down on her lap or hugging you from behind 😵‍💫 quickies happen a lot bcs again, she's just so addicted to the way your pussy clenches around her cock she literally cannot go a day without fucking you :(( so being apart from you is hard, sex wise!!!! she gets so pouty n she complains a lot,,, sends you photos and videos while you're away, and PHONE SEX!!!!! but it's never enoughhhh 😔😔 when you come back however.. be prepared for an entire day of fucking bcs yuna will literally not let you go anywhere once you're back with her 😭 yuna immediately pulling you to the bedroom as soon as you step inside her house :(( undressing you swiftly, pulling you to her lap to have you ride her cock for god knows how long 😵‍💫😵‍💫 her cum filling you up for hours but neither of you stopping bcs her cock and your pussy are just.. the perfect match 😔😚😚

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jihyology · 2 years

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PRETTY PRANKS,, LEE CHAERYEONG.

y/n and her friends aren’t people to mess with. they often play ruthless pranks on oblivious students, and it’s well known around Hogwarts to steer clear of the group.

more often than not, nothing comes to bite the girls in the ass, but when an innocent hufflepuff is pulled into the mess; they all meet their match.

genre: hogwarts au, smau, rivals to lovers, crack, fluff.

side pairings: michaeng, dahmo, ryuji.

warnings! tba.

INTRODUCTIONS.

y/n and friends. ii. | chaer and friends. ii.

MASTERLIST!

episode one.

episode two.

episode three.

episode four.

episode five.

#lee chaeryeong #lee chaeryeong x reader #chaeryeong #Lee chaeryeong imagine #Lee chaeryeong imagines #chaeryeong imagine #chaeryeong imagines #itzy imagines #itzy #itzy imagine #itzy chaeryeong #itzy chaeryeong imagines #smau #itzy smau #chaeryeong smau

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spadesolace · 4 months

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mine - college au! chaeryeong x fem! reader

chaeryeong is sweet girl with no ill intentions but you're both unsure what to do anymore once you've crossed the line of friends and dating.

warning/s: mentions of drinking, suggestive, friends with benefits

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what’s it like to keep falling after being caught time and time again?

there she stood in the middle of the dance floor as you held both your drinks as your friends and hers celebrated the night before valentine’s day at a club. why did you even agree to this?

chaeryeong had to persuade you into coming, considering it was your friend group that decided to merge and go out together. oh right… partially it’s because of her.

you’ve lost count on how many shots you’ve done or how many glasses of gin and tonic is in your system. mouth sealed as people try to flirt with her and fortunately for you, she’s breaking their hearts left and right. one last attempt to celebrate valentine’s with someone.

“dude, she’s gonna melt if you keep looking at her like that.” minjeong nudges you to shake you up and not possibly start a fight in the club just because someone is flirting with chaeryeong.

“i want her to look at me. her drink is so fucking diluted now.” the cocktail she got is mostly water at this point while you’re getting another shot being offered to you.

“she’s looking at you after she rejects those losers. seriously, i thought your whole whatever the fuck is going on between you two would be settled.” you thought so as well, how did this thing even happen? you weren’t like this months ago and here you are thinking back on how the hell does she have you on a chokehold.

it was one of those nights that chaeryeong wanted to sleep over at your place, knowing that you don’t share your room with anyone or how you don’t mind her being there as you work on whatever homework you have. she’s quiet in your bed as she’s reading for her class and you’re on the verge of calling it a night. chaeryeong has been keeping track of your movement, making her lose focus when she could have been studying but she’s looking at you and averting them is she thinks you’re gonna look at her or face her way.

her face is buried in her book as you continue what you’re doing, taking quick glances at chaeryeong before you walk out of the room to get yourself something to relieve the stress. coming back holding a bottle of soju and a glass and noticing the way chaeryeong’s nose scrunches if she doesn’t understand a term or how focused she is at reading.

“do you want a drink?” chaeryeong doesn’t know how you got that bottle of soju when you were just studying a few minutes ago on your desk that was close to where she was. she lost track of you for a bit.

“on a school night, really?” you rolled your eyes as you took a glass and poured yourself some and placed it back on your desk. sitting next to her as you wait for some sort of reaction or confirmation that she wants to. her hand reaches out asking for your glass, she’s not one to finish a drink alone, knowing that she gets drunk easily.

“if you finish my glass, i swear to god, lee chaeryeong-” pouring another shot of soju, thinking if you should get a can of beer and mix it.

“you and i both know i’m going to drink whatever you have.” she’s thinking the same thing as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen like she owns the place.

“then you complain how strong it tastes.” you follow her, holding the glass and the bottle of soju and setting it in the living room where she pours the beer onto the one glass you’ve been sharing.

“stop getting strong drinks then.” she takes the glass and chugs it as she gently places it back on the table with a smug look.

“work on your tolerance first.” pouring yourself a drink as her smug look is wiped out of her face.

chaeryeong is a lightweight, you know this as she finishes another glass and is already laughing at whatever you two are talking about but who are you to complain. getting quite touchy and leaning on you as she reaches for your glass but you stop her and finish the drink. even if you’re a bit tipsy and she’s close to being blackout drunk, your priority is to stop her from going past her limit.

she’s looking at you with a pout as you keep the glass away from her, reaching out and leaning herself onto you, faces inches away from each other, and you’re looking at her lips while she’s looking at yours. halfway through the bantering of her being a lightweight and trying to prove herself to you, now on the verge of either kissing each other or stopping entirely and calling it a night.

whatever it was, chaeryeong made the first move, kissing you with such gentleness at first as you let the shock die down and kiss her back. in the back of your mind, you’re brushing this off as you’re both intoxicated, not in the right mind and it’s just the mood of your place. there’s also the other part of you that doesn’t care about what happens.

that wasn’t the case when you woke up the following day, seeing how you’re both holding each other close with a small headache. this is normal between you and chaeryeong who sleep next to each other when she comes over but a part of you is aware it isn’t. noticing how your clothes are scattered everywhere on the floor, and her neck is covered in lovebites. even double checking under the blanket to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

part of you was panicking because this is your friend who you’ve grown to care so much for. the same girl that you met freshman year of college who you believe is such a sweetheart and wouldn’t do such a thing if she were intoxicated let alone be the one to initiate all of this.

chaeryeong feels you moving in her embrace and tries her best to stop you while you’re in the middle of having a mental crisis. it didn’t help that she kisses you in the lips that you’ve fully stopped your thought process and look at her who is just smiling as if she doesn’t have the worst headache of her life.

“the fuck, chaer?”

“don’t act like you hate it.”

that’s how it started, sneaking around and kissing each other in private, acting like a couple and lying to your friends that chaeryeong is nothing but a friend. well- that was it, a friends with benefits scenario with her and a part of you is slowly dying as this keeps on going. if it weren’t for minjeong walking in on you two kissing at a party, she wouldn’t have known this entire thing.

within the 3 months this situation you have with chaeryeong has been going on, you know you’ve grown to like the girl more than you’d like to admit. the first rule of the deal was no strings attached, no feelings, because this started because you’re both lonely, right?

a part of you thinks it’s more than just being lonely, hoping that chaeryeong has grown to like you but won’t admit it. delusional, but how could anyone explain the possessiveness when some girl flirts with you, or how she’s stuck by your side and talks about the future and telling you that you’re a part of it in some way. you’re tired of the push and pull and want her to be full on honest but how could that happen when you’re so close to each other yet it feels like she’s miles away.

you keep your gaze on chaeryeong dancing as you’re left with minjeong a bit intoxicated and having the need to go out and think things through. valentine’s was a few hours away and here you are at a club holding a diluted drink and an empty glass. placing the glass on the table, letting minjeong know you’re heading out first to get some fresh air but in reality you plan on heading home and not wallow much in the pain that is in the shape of lee chaeryeong.

she’s dancing with her friends but her gaze never left yours as she watches you take your stuff and leave your friend on the table. you’re not looking at her as the bouncer lets you out - she stops and looks at minjeong, panicking and signalling to her friends that she’s gonna head out for a bit. she hopes you haven’t walked that far or taken a bus back to your place but she’s running to you with your head low and kicking a random pebble.

“Y/N!” turning around, you see chaeryeong running at you and into your arms holding you close while you’re a bit concerned as she chased after you without a coat in the middle of winter. taking yours off and letting it drape on her shoulders as she holds you closer.

“you should head back in there.” you feel she shaking her head as you hold her close, letting the snowflakes drop as you try to find a way to make her go back and continue talking to whoever was flirting with her.

“we’re going home together. you can’t just leave me having fun there-”

“chaer, it’s fine - not like we’re dating..,” a bit of a low blow but it’s the truth. why would she chase after you if she was the only one having fun while you’re in pain. how could you tell her that you need some sort of answer or label to whatever this is because you’re sure this isn’t just a friends with benefits when you’re acting like a couple in private without much of the benefits.

“just go back… ask ryujin to drive you home.”

“i said, we’re going home together. that’s final.”

you’re tired of the push and pull. whatever this is. because how come she’s reacting like this when there’s no strings attached.

“i wanna end this.” chaeryeong is taken aback, weren’t you happy before you left for the party? kissing her before stepping out and all of a sudden you want to stop. you also weren’t the best - chaeryeong has been nothing but confused because of you as you act clingy to her in private and ignore her in public. playing the push and pull, but that was expected because she made the rules.

no feelings. no public display of affection, and no one has to know (aside from minjeong).

“fine.”

“the fuck yo- hold on. you’re fine with us ending things?”

she nods and let’s go of you, there’s some space in between but not like those where the other person runs for it and you just hear nothing from them but she’s close. looking at you straight and holding you by the chin to make sure you’re looking directly at her.

“under one condition.” you raise your eyebrow, letting her continue as you can’t really think much when there’s alcohol running in your system and all you wanna do is kiss her.

“tell me that you love me. even if you don’t - just tell me that you love me.”

everything that involves lee chaeryeong leaves you confused and asking for some sort of clarity but it’s part of her charm and hearing that absurd request - it would be easy because you do love her.

“i love you.”

she let’s you go, moving back a bit with a sad smile on her face as she turns around and starts to walk away. you’re left in the cold as she slowly leaves you alone as if time stopped, contemplating on to pour your entire heart out or go home. this could be your last time seeing her if you don’t let her know your true feelings and how much you’re dying to tell her that you've fallen for her.

”i love you - to the point you take my breath away and i’m left here suffocating when you’re far away as if you’re oxygen that my body needs. it’s killing me seeing you in public and stopping myself from running towards you and just kiss you to stop them from flirting with you and - i wanted to end this because- “ you pause, taking a deep breath as chaeryeong is facing you with glossy eyes, holding your coat close to her small figure.

“i want to date you, not like this - the push and pull is killing me, chaer. please-”

“shut up and kiss me.”

she ran towards you throwing your coat on the ground and kissing you like the same way when it started. a kiss that’s so gentle but she’s pouring her heart out for you to reciprocate.

chaeryeong knows that you’re already hers, she just needed you to say it.

#itzy chaeryeong #chaeryeong #chaeryeong x reader #chaeryeong imagines #itzy #lee chaeryeong #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy x reader #angst #yes it's angst #mine by chaeryeong is on loop

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finnbbl · 2 months

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Hyunjin X M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 1

Ch. 1 - Can I get your Number? | Next Chapter |

| Story Masterlist |

Background: You’re a backup dancer. You typically dance for groups locally, but sometimes you’ll get the chance to travel on tour with artists. You’re very good friends with everyone in ITZY thanks to Lia (Who you attended highschool with)

A/N: Haven’t decided who you’ll end up with in SKZ yet, leave suggestions in the comments

Word Count: 1.1k

Written: Yes

SMAU: Yes

Proofread: Like halfly

Warnings: Typos probably, Swearing, Y/N and Lia being a Simp

As you smile at yours and Lia’s playful banter, you decide to put your phone away. Flicking the ringer button off, you slip it into your small cross body back you brought with you. As you set it down, you can’t help but glance over at the members of ATEEZ. They were dressed so casually, yet still enough to send your stomach into a frenzy. Not only had you been a fan of them for years, god were they attractive. That would not help you with your image, as same sex marriage or dating was highly frowned upon in Korea. You weren’t famous per se, but you were definitely known here and there. So you had to be just as careful as idols did about how you presented yourself.

You checked the time noticing it was barely 15 minutes until scheduled makeup. 50 until sound check. If you were gonna go to the restroom, you had to go now. Exiting the door and walking down the hallway, the silent clicking of your shoes was the only thing that could be heard as you hurried to the restroom. Eyes scanning every door through the hall until they landed upon the men’s sign. Aware of the short time, you didn’t waste any time opening the door. Though failing to notice the tall and buff build of the guy next to the mirror. Or failing to notice him at all. Putting your hand under the sensor of the fancy sink, you quickly splashed water onto your face. With a couple deep breaths, your hands propped themself as you hunched over the sink. The nervousness only thickened. “Think I’m gonna be sick.” You muttered under your breath as you relaxed your head into your hands. “Are you okay? Do you need some help?”

Eyes shot open.

You knew that voice. You could recognize it anywhere. Although your mind screamed at you to not look at the owner of the voice behind you, your body moved quicker. Whipping around to be met with the strong build of none other than San, one of ATEEZ’s members.

You were next to San. The San. From ATEEZ. The group you’d loved so much and the man you’d found so damn attractive. You could’ve swore you saw all eight of them in the other room. Anxiety must’ve gotten the best of you though, and you failed to notice he wasn’t there. “S-San? Woah what are you doing here?” Breathing out nervously, you had realized how dumb you sounded. “What are you doing here?” Your words played over again in your head. What a dumb question to ask someone who’s in the bathroom. “Uh I mean-“

He interrupted with a chuckle. “I guess I could ask you the same thing but uh… fairly obvious.” San states as he examines the state you’re in, your body language. You smile nervously, one foot is anxiously dragging itself along the floor as you try to back up more, except your body is already pressed up against the counter. Embarrassment and anxiety creeped up your spine to your neck and face. “S-Sorry I’ll get going.” Shooting him one last gentle smile as you turn to head to the door. “You know it’s okay to be nervous.” He says before your hand can reach the door. You hault. “I get nervous sometimes too still, but I promise it gets easier the more you do it.” You can’t help but turn to face San now. “Really? You get nervous?” How could someone like him ever get nervous? All of them looked so put together and organized. Much more than you were. “Yeah, just because someone’s popular doesn’t mean they don’t get nervous.” He said with a laugh lacing his words. There you went, making yourself look stupid again. “Pathetic…” You thought. “I uh.. I just figured you know you all.. I mean, you all look so.. calm and I know for a fact my anxiety shows when I’m up on stage and-“

“Well you’re surely wrong.” You paused. “What? What do you mean?” How could someone like San know anything about you or the way you preform. “Y/N right?” Eyes widened as you held a sharp breath. “Y-Yeah how’d you-“

“You’re a damn good dancer I can say that.” A smile fell upon his soft looking lips. San knew who you were? And he was complimenting you? He must’ve noticed the shock on your face when he said that. “I take it you don’t think very highly of yourself hm?” You could feel yourself cringe at his words. It was such a blunt and direct statement, but very much true. “That obvious, huh?” Nervous chuckling fell from your mouth as you spoke. Although, you definitely could feel yourself begin to relax more. That was until San started to move closer to you. He was so.. fucking hot, it made you nervous. “You gotta give yourself more credit man,” One of his elbows nudged your side as he smiled lightly. Something about San’s smile was contagious, cause soon you found yourself smiling along with him. “Look, something that puts you aside from other backup dancers is you’re kind. You’re patient and you have an amazing personality. I can see it when you’re performing.”

A comfortable silence fell between you two. With San’s comfortable and reassuring words, you felt at ease. Most of the anxiety slipped away. “Here..” San broke the silence as he reached one of his hands into his pocket. “Put your number in my phone, I have some techniques that i’ve found pretty useful with calming nervousness.” He said as gently held out his phone to you. Hesitant, your eyes shot from his phone to his eyes, alternating between the two. “A-Are you sure I mean-“

“Yes dude, I’m sure. Plus, I wanna get to know you. You seem cool.” You looked down, biting your lip before your eyes found their way back up. “Okay.. Yeah sure.” Your hands reached for his phone. His hands grazed yours as he passed the device to you, where the contact screen was already open. You shakily typed in your number, still not sure if this was a good idea. Nothing wrong with him, but your emotions or hormones could definitely not handle it. “Awesome,” San said as you handed his phone back. Both of you must’ve lost track of time, he spoke up. “Ah shit, we should get back. Makeup is scheduled in five minutes, come on i’ll walk you back.” You couldn’t say anything, all you could do was nod in response as you followed him back to the dressing room. Your nerves may have settled, but they were back just as quickly thanks to San’s charming face and personality.

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bias-fan · 3 months

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CASE 143 MASTERLIST [hwang hyunjin x fem!reader] -finished-

synopsis: two members of two different groups in jyp entertainment are caught together at mama. rumors start to spread about choi y/n and hwang hyunjin, y/n getting more hate for the dating rumor.

pairings: idol!hyunjin x idol!fem!reader

warnings: friends to lovers, workplace romance, smau, angst, written chapters, angst, fluff, death threats, hate comments

genre: idol x idol, angst, crack

✨itzy✨ skz🔥🔥🔥 official accounts

[01: rumors]

[02: hate]

[03: bullying scandal]

[04: hiatus stuff]

[05: feelings?]

[06: comeback!!]

[07: more dating rumors?!]

[08: versace royalty]

[09: date or not?📝]

[10: kinda dating?!!]

[11: confirming]

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chrissy-dont-talk · 2 months

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STARVIIIING‼️

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selladosdepapel · 9 months

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꒰ঌ ♥︎ ྀིུ͙͙͙ 🧚🏻‍♀️ fairy ♪ ͏͏ garden in my heart

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ryejifics · 3 months

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Fan service

Type: fluff

Chaeryeong x reader

You were scrolling through TikTok after a long day at work. This was a part of your nightly routine. Sometimes you got some of your girlfriend who just so happened to be in Itzy. Lee Chaeryeong. This time she was interacting with a midzy, at first? You thought it was adorable she was smiling and shaking hands with her. That was until she started getting a little too touchy with Chae. You knew you shouldn't feel jealous since it was just fan service, but the way Chae smiled at her felt different. The fan was even touching her cheek and teasing her! How could you not feel jealous? This was YOUR girlfriend. You knew this came with dating an idol but you couldn't help it.

All day, you pouted over that video. When Chae finally got home from dance practice, she smiled and ran to you. "Hi baby! I missed you all day." She kissed your lips quickly and noticed your sad face. "Baby? What's wrong, my love?" She lifted your face with her hand and looked into your eyes. You didn't want to tell her. You knew it was a stupid reason to be upset with her. You sniffled a bit and quickly looked back down. "Princess, how am I going to fix this if you won't tell me?" She sat down and pulled you into her lap. "How about dinner? Anything you want! Even dessert." You shook your head no. "Chae, was that really fan service." You pouted and looked down more. "What? Baby, did a fan make you jealous? You know that's only ever fan service, and I would never ever see someone else on that way. You're the only one I have room in my heart for, and you're the only one I love." She softly placed a kiss on your forehead. She planted kisses all over your face. Even on your arms, neck, hands, anywhere she could reach. "I only love you." She placed both hands on your cheeks and looked into your eyes. "Only fan service, I promise." "But Chae! Look at how you looked at them and they were so touchy with you." You showed her the video, and she quickly started to reassure you again. "Baby, it's just fan service. From now on, I'll be more careful. No one could ever take your place. How about we get some dinner so I can show you how much I love you?" You quickly nodded, and off you went. The whole time, she held onto you and placed kisses all over your hands and face. She always knew how to make you feel better.

When you got home, she pulled you into bed and laid you on top of her. She put on your favorite movie as she ran her fingers through your hair. "I love you." She kissed your lips gently. "I love you, only you, and it'll only ever be you. I promise." She kissed you once again and left many more throughout the night. Chaeryeong always knew how to make you feel loved. You no longer felt jealous because you knew you had her heart. No one could ever take that. She was yours. "I love you, Chae." You cuddled into her and fell asleep to wake up and do it all again.

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woliefairr · 4 months

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❀𝆬 itzy ( chaeryeong ) lockscreens.

✩ – se pegar : curta, siga & reblogue !!

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yearningitzysnaps · 5 months

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You always say I'm too fragile and can't handle it, but Chaeryeong, I can handle your big cock and I can handle you being rough. Please daddy, give it to me

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: G!P Dom Lee Chaeryeong and Sub! Female Reader

“Can you really handle rougher sex with me? You’re always unarching your back, running away, or putting your hand on my stomach to slow me down when I’m going a bit rough on you. I’ll have to tie your hands behind your back if we do, and maybe your feet together too you like to kick too. I honestly just hope you enjoy yourself a lot during it.”

- G!P Lee Chaeryeong

#answered #lee chaeryeong smut #chaeryeong smut #itzy smut #itzy roleplay #itzy girl #itzy girl group #itzy girlfriend #female kpop idol #female kpop idol smut #lee chaeyoung imagine #lee chaeryeong scenario #chaeryeong imagines #chaeryeong scenarios

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1-49 · 4 months

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⾕ est. Lynn twenties. she/her ⁝ ⌗ mlist. RIIZE CLUB ›

tender feelings ͏: ͏제노 ͏moments : some angels will bite your lip

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Kinktober '22 Day 4- Lee Chaeryeong

Prompt: Sex Toys

Word Count: 1.1K

Synopsis: Chaeryeong finally gets some alone time in the dorm, and there's a tantalizing feeling that's been gnawing at her.

Consists of: Solo!Chaeryeong, Sub!Chaeryeong, Mentions of sex toys, Sex toy usage, Masturbation, Exhibitionism kink, Autosexuality (attraction to ones self more than others), Overstimulation, Cum eating

Chaeryeong walked around the dorm once more; making sure that the house was really empty before she began to engage in her desired activities. Something had been aching inside of her ever since she woke up that morning; but with all her members around, there was really nothing she could do. Now that she was alone, finally alone, she could give into her need.

Chaeryeong reaches her bedroom and opens her door wide. The feeling of possibly being discovered, of being the first thing someone would hear if they walk into the dorm, turned Chaeryeong on very much. But by that standard, why not get off in a full house?

The woman slowly frees herself from all her clothing; as if she was giving a strip show to someone. She was putting on a performance, sensually swaying her hips from side to side, dragging her hands across her own body. She turns on a playlist of songs she likes to listen when she's in the mood; she finds that sexy songs help her keep her focus on her pleasure, keep her mind on the task at hand.

She struts up to her mirror, looking at her now bare body. As Chaeryeong checked herself out, toyed with her tits while watching her reflection, she had came to the conclusion that she would totally fuck herself. It's times like these when she wishes she had a clone to make her feel good. Anyone who looked as gorgeous as her would think the same.

Having had enough with the teasing, Chaeryeong gets her favorite toy out of her secret sex box. The box held things such as fluffy pink handcuffs, a silk blindfold, a big, shiny butt plug with a white tail attached to the end of it, and the tool she loved the most: her rabbit vibrator. Her pussy twitches at simply feeling the weight of having the large toy in her hand; it excites her, the idea of being stretched. And when she finally makes her way to the bed and shoves the toy into herself, she thinks nothing could ever make her feel better.

She grinds herself into the toy, the vibrating part on low for the time being, for Chaeryeong knows she'll cum far to quickly if it was any stronger. Chaeryeong lets out loud moans, happy that she doesn't have to silence herself this time around; there's nothing holding her back.

As she pushes the silicone toy in and out of herself, she can hear the wet squelches of her dripping pussy, surprised by how quickly she became aroused this time around. The light buzz of the vibrator, the teasing feeling of it grazing her before it's pulled away with the rest of the toy, then brought back, again and again.

Chaeryeong teasingly rubs her hands up her torso, reaching one of her plush tits, she roughly grasps onto it; massaging it with a harsh grip, the increase in sensation has her desperately rutting onto her toy again. She wants more, she needs more, and so, she turns the vibration setting all the way up, completely skipping over the middle option.

The brunette knows that this is to much for her to take, that she won't last much longer with all that stimulation; but at this point, she couldn't care less. Chaeryeong is thrusting the toy into herself at a rapid pace; each time it's pushed into her, she lets it sit inside for a moment so she can get the full feeling of the vibration, feel that buzz on her clit.

Chaeryeong's eyes are screwed shut as she continues to pleasure herself, rolling one of her nipples with her fingers, fucking herself relentlessly with the cock-shaped toy. She imagines that there's someone watching her, peeking at her through the door, the thought of being on display makes her mewl. Oh how she wishes someone was there with her at the moment, to direct her, tell her exactly how to touch herself; and then afterwards, they'd fuck her brains out.

The fantasies whirling through the woman's head, paired with the pleasure she's experiencing, and the freedom she has right now has her floating on cloud nine. With a projecting, exasperated screech, Chaeryeong lets herself go. Head thrown back, legs locking shut around her arm, her whole body spasming on her bed, shaking involuntarily. Despite her closed legs making it virtually impossible to move her arm, the slutty brunette doesn't stop, she can't. Chaeryeong keeps the vibrator directly on her clit and continued to ground herself into it, loving the torturous feeling of overstimulation; she'll keep going until the hypersensitivity subsides, wanting to feel that level of pleasure for as long as she can.

Chaeryeong's body finally relaxes, and her legs fall back open, finally able to pull out of herself. There's a whole separate pleasure that comes with that, the way her hole is so tight that it's difficult to pull the faux cock out of her pussy, her walls closing in so tight; she really feels the way it drags through her insides. The feeling is almost good enough to make Chaeryeong want to go again, but one brief look at the time on her phone lets her know that the girls will be back soon.

She knows she has to clean up soon, but not before she can check her little ritual off the metaphorical list in her head. She quickly sticks two fingers into herself, feeling the messiness of her own orgasm. Chaeryeong curls those two fingers deeps inside of herself a few times, making her body jerk with every motion. The woman pulls the digits out of herself and spreads them a bit, reeling at the way her sticky substance webs between them, and before she can deny herself any longer, Chaeryeong shoves her fingers into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the digits, tasting her own personal flavor. Truthfully, this is her favorite part of playing with herself. It's so filthy, the way she craves the taste of her own cunt, but she can't help it, she just tastes so good. Her own arousal pleasing her palate more that anyone else ever could, she was obsessed with the piquancy.

After taking another look at the clock, she knows that her time is up now, that is if she wants to successfully conceal what she's been doing in her alone time. The needy woman is bit disappointed at the impossibility of a second round, but ultimately satisfied with what she's gotten during this session. Now she's gotta get everything cleaned up, including herself.

Later, she thinks to herself, confident of her ability to get off in the night undetected. Later.

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Prompt from: @kinktober2022

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist 🎃

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elryuse · 1 month

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Hey can u write a story of 5 stepsisters (IZTY) who r obsessed with their younger brother y/n with mommy kinks.

Stuck With The Cold Princesses

ITZY OT 5 X MALE READER

Y/n flinched as a chorus of giggles erupted from the living room. ITZY, the five K-Pop idols who had become his stepsisters just a month ago, were sprawled on the plush rug, a chaotic mess of limbs and laughter. They were a far cry from the cold, aloof stars he'd seen on television. Here, in the sanctuary of their shared home, they were a terrifying whirlwind of possessiveness and affection.

Their arrival had been a shock to his system. Lia, the eldest, with a voice that could melt glaciers and eyes that could freeze them solid, took charge of the kitchen, her playful jabs about his meager appetite laced with a hidden venom. Yeji, the leader, a human algorithm with a heart of barbed wire, meticulously planned his schedule, ensuring every minute was filled with "approved" activities. Ryujin, the brooding rapper, spoke in grunts and glares, but her silent protectiveness was a suffocating cloak around him. Chaeryeong, the quiet dancer, was an enigma, her gaze a pool of swirling emotions that only flickered into life when it landed on Y/n. And Yuna, the maknae, was a whirlwind of sunshine that could turn into a hurricane with a single raised eyebrow.

Their initial hostility, a barrage of snide remarks and playful (or not so playful) shoves, had been a terrifying initiation. But then, the accident happened. A late-night drive back from a concert, slick roads, a missed turn – and the world turned upside down. The car flipped, a sickening screech of metal, and then silence. Y/n, miraculously unscathed, had pulled them from the wreckage, his voice a beacon of calm in the chaos.

That night, huddled together in the sterile hospital room, a horrifying truth emerged. ITZY weren't just a collection of talented idols; they were survivors of a tragedy so profound it had forged an unbreakable bond. Years ago, their parents, a famous musician couple, had perished in a similar car crash. The girls, left alone, had navigated the treacherous world of the entertainment industry together, a fortress built on shared trauma.

The revelation changed everything. The teasing stopped. The playful hostility morphed into a fierce, possessive protectiveness that bordered on obsession. Their new family dynamic was a terrifying masterpiece, painted in shades of control and affection.

Lia, ever the cook, fussed over his meals, her playful jabs about his appetite laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Yeji, the strategist, took charge of his schedule, ensuring his days were filled with activities she deemed "appropriate" – activities that kept him isolated from anyone but themselves. Ryujin, the taciturn one, claimed his bed every night, her silent presence a physical barrier against the outside world.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Y/n bumped into Hana, a girl from his class. He hadn't realized how starved he was for normal social interaction until her easy smile and gentle conversation ignited a flicker of warmth in his chest. Their conversation, however trivial, felt like a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of isolation.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, a pair of cold blue eyes watched from a distance. Yeji, ever vigilant, her gaze a predator tracking its prey. Back at home, the atmosphere was thick with a chilling tension. ITZY, usually a cacophony of chatter, sat in unsettling silence. The air crackled with unspoken threats.

"We saw you with Hana today, Y/n," Yeji finally spoke, her voice low and laced with ice.

Y/n felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. "It was nothing, just… talking."

Ryujin slammed her fist on the table, making him flinch. "We don't like her, Y/n. She's not good for you."

Lia, who had always played the voice of reason, purred, a sound devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, darling. We'll take care of it."

The next day, Hana vanished. Y/n, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, searched for her everywhere. The police, notified by her frantic parents, offered little comfort. The girls, their faces devoid of any emotion, simply offered empty platitudes about "missing persons" and the "inefficiency of the authorities."

Days turned into weeks, and a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. Hana wasn't missing; she'd been silenced. A single red rose, its petals the color of fresh blood, lay on his pillow one night. A chilling note, penned in Chaeryeong's elegant handwriting, accompanied it: "We only want you to be happy, Y/n. And happy people don't need other girls."

His gaze darted to the five girls, their faces illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window. They weren't the vibrant idols he saw plastered on posters anymore. Their smiles were predatory, their eyes devoid of the playful glint they used to hold. In their place was a terrifying possessiveness that made them look like cornered animals guarding their territory.

Y/n understood then. Their love, born from shared trauma and isolation, was a twisted vine that had suffocated them all. They weren't just his family, they were his captors. The fear that had coiled in his stomach since Hana's disappearance now clawed its way up his throat, choking him with a raw terror.

He tried to reason with them, to appeal to their dwindling humanity, but his words were met with chilling silence. Lia, the once playful cook, spoke in a voice devoid of warmth. "You're safe here, Y/n. You don't need anyone else."

Ryujin, the brooding rapper, materialized beside him, her hand finding his wrist with a bruising grip. "We're all that you need."

Desperate, he pleaded with Chaeryeong, the quiet one who spent hours lost in her art. "Don't you see this isn't right? Hana… what did you do to her?"

Chaeryeong stared at him, her eyes pools of swirling sorrow. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, a stark contrast to the chilling smile playing on Lia's lips. "She made you happy," Chaeryeong whispered, her voice barely audible. "And we can't have that."

Yuna, the maknae, broke the chilling silence with a high-pitched giggle that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "Don't worry, oppa! We'll make you happy. Forever."

Their twisted affection pressed in on him, a suffocating wall built from fear and devotion. Y/n knew then that escape wasn't an option. He was trapped in their gilded cage, a prisoner of their warped love. Days bled into weeks, and a horrifying routine unfolded.

Gone were the playful interactions. The girls became his constant companions, their possessiveness suffocating. Excursions outside the house were rare, and always under their watchful eyes. Their smiles became strained, their once vibrant personalities dulled by the weight of their actions and the growing paranoia that consumed them.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the flickering shadows dancing on the ceiling, Ryujin, usually a stoic presence, spoke in a voice thick with raw emotion. "It's getting harder," she confessed, her voice a ragged whisper. "The whispers… the dreams… they're getting louder."

Y/n didn't dare ask about the whispers or the dreams. He knew they were the ghosts of their past, the trauma that bound them together while slowly tearing them apart.

One stormy night, the tension reached a breaking point. Lia, usually the picture of control, broke down, her facade crumbling as she sobbed uncontrollably. Y/n, hesitant at first, reached out and offered a comforting touch.

"We didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n," she cried, her voice cracking with grief. "We just… we just wanted to be happy family again."

Something in her desperation resonated with Y/n. He saw in her the same fear and loneliness that mirrored his own. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to break free. A chance to heal, not just for him, but for them.

"Then let me help you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let's get help together."

A flicker of hope sparked in Lia's tear-filled eyes, a fragile ember in the vast darkness of their situation. But before they could discuss it further, a scream tore through the house, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the night.

The bedroom door slammed open, revealing Yeji, her face contorted in a mask of rage. In her hand, she clutched a phone, the screen displaying a news report of a missing girl – a girl with striking green eyes and a familiar smile. Hana.

Y/n's frantic pleas for Hana's safety were met with chilling silence. The girls, their expressions a terrifying blend of relief and possessiveness, huddled closer to him. He saw not rage, but gratitude reflected in their eyes. They had won.

The police investigation, fueled by Y/n's fabricated story of a random encounter and abduction, hit a dead end. Hana – a name that would forever prickle his conscience – simply vanished. Freedom, a word that once held so much promise, now tasted like ashes in his mouth.

Life within their opulent penthouse became a twisted parody of family. Gone were any aspirations of college, of escaping the suffocating cocoon they'd woven around him. His days were meticulously planned – movie nights featuring only their chosen films, meals cooked under their watchful eyes, outings that kept him firmly within their grasp.

Their "therapy" sessions morphed into chilling confessionals. They poured out their childhood trauma, the raw pain of their parents' death, the fear that had solidified their bond into an unbreakable chain. Y/n, a captive audience, offered empty words of comfort, all the while knowing his sacrifice had become his prison sentence.

Nights were the worst. Their sprawling bed became a battlefield of suffocating affection. Lia, the one who used to tease him about his appetite, now fussed over every morsel he ate. Yeji, the strategist, ensured his every need was anticipated, before he even knew he had it. Ryujin, the taciturn one, clung to him with a silent possessiveness that spoke volumes. Chaeryeong, the quiet artist, would sketch him endlessly, her eyes devouring his every feature. And Yuna, the maknae, her once infectious laughter now held a tinge of hysteria, showered him with childish demands for attention.

Slowly, the defiant spark in Y/n's eyes dimmed, replaced by a hollow acceptance. He became a puppet, his emotions dulled by their suffocating love. He no longer fought against the endless movie marathons, the repetitive board games, the constant stream of childish questions.

One day, as they sprawled on the floor, giggling over a particularly silly game, a news report flashed across the screen – ITZY, the K-Pop stars, taking a hiatus to focus on "personal growth." A humorless chuckle escaped Y/n's lips. Personal growth indeed.

He looked around at the five faces, their gazes filled with a possessive contentment. They were no longer the vibrant idols plastered across magazines, but his captors, their smiles tinged with a touch of mania.

Y/n, trapped in their gilded cage, had become their ultimate trophy – a reminder of their triumph, a living testament to their twisted love. The "Mommies," as they insisted he call them, had won. His desperate sacrifice had not saved Hana, but had condemned him to a lifetime sentence in his own personal horror story. He was a prisoner, not just of their warped affection, but of his own guilt-fueled decision. The outside world had faded away, replaced by the stifling sweetness of their twisted love, a terrifying lullaby that lulled him into his own living nightmare.

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chaosvelvox · 2 months

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yandere! chaeryeong x fem! reader

cw: mentions of blood, knifes, killing, torture

tags: blood, yandere, knifes

chaeryeong is the sweetest girl you have ever met, having to meet early on in your junior year of high school. she became your best friend, your parents love her and she’s your go-to person that would make your parents agree to anything as long as you're with her. students envy her for her intelligence and beauty, a model student in the eyes of many.

there’s nothing she could do that makes you hate her.

although she has her moments.

she never liked any of your boyfriends, commenting how they’re not worth your time. she’s right most of the time that they end up ghosting you, hearing nothing from them until they send a random text ending things.

since then, dating was never in your mind as college rolled around. quite surprised that chaeryeong chose the same university as you, majoring in forensic science which wasn’t out of the ordinary as she talks to you how things work in her lab classes. it never crossed your mind that chaeryeong is quite clingy or let alone makes comments about your friends - being friend jealous is normal, she mentioned it time and time again.

it didn’t stop you from making anymore friends, somi became your closest friend in your classes. she’d invite you to dinner or drinks after exams with some of your classmates and it’s all fun and games. until they raise a comment about chaeryeong, that something isn’t right with her.

“what makes you say that? she’s an angel.” your friends can’t seem to make you see her in the way they notice the little signs or how she knows where you are at most times.

at the same bar, chaeryeong is watching you from the shadows, there’s jealousy and rage in her eyes as she watches somi get close. too close for her liking and you’re not doing anything to stop her.

she promised herself not to do anything harsh unlike back in high school, soobin didn’t really transfer schools. she kept him in her basement, chained to the wall with soundproof walls so that no one would hear his screams from the pain of having to sit on the cold concrete floor, with nothing to eat and a knife stabbed onto his stomach, waiting for the day that it’ll end. she’s as sick and twisted as she’s smart and beautiful.

there would be a time you were slowly losing underwear, wondering where it is having to buy a pack almost every two weeks. in that very basement is a shrine dedicated just for you, a pile of your underwear, a strand of your hair, a bottle of perfume, and candid photos of you that were indeed stalkerish.

here she is, watching somi kiss you that she felt all hell break loose. you pushing somi away made her feel some sense of relief, but she doesn’t want to risk it. she doesn’t want to share you or have a possibility of being taken from her, you were hers, even if it means keeping you locked up in a room that only she has access to, she’s not that insane.

that night, you went home without a care in the world, laying down on your bed as chaeryeong did her dirty work of following somi who was drunk and out of it be dragged against her will, inhaling chloroform. somi woke up to see all of her stuff being burned, other essentials put to the side as chaeryeong rummaged through it all.

“I KNEW IT! YOU’RE INSANE!” it was stupid of her to scream, to go against chaeryeong who had a knife collection displayed on her wall, some memorabilia of the people she had tortured in that very room. the smell of rotting flesh being burned along with plastic, it made somi sick. her being chained to the wall, naked and terrified of what the girl that you see as an angel disguised as a devil would do to her.

“i think you know better to stay in your lane.” she’s never been this terrifying, everyone loves chaeryeong but seeing her hold a knife that’s freshly sharpened made somi quiver. this was the girl you call your best friend, ready to risk everything just to have you for herself, even if it means eliminating every single person that would cross the line. you belong to her, no person should come in between you two.

you’re oblivious to the things happening behind the scenes as somi is screaming at chaeryeong’s basement having to take every jab and hit as she’s left there to rot for days having every belonging be stashed and thrown away, leaving any traces of jeon somi closely tied to lee chaeryeong.

who knew a girl this pretty could be so twisted.

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy chaeryeong #yandere!chaeryeong #x reader #fem reader #itzy imagines #lee chaeryeong #chaeryeong #cw yandere #cw: torture #cw: blood #cw: gore

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bias-fan · 3 months

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CASE 143 [hwang hyunjin x female!reader]

[01: rumors]

[masterlist] [next]

synopsis: two members of two different groups in jyp entertainment are caught together at mama. rumors start to spread about choi y/n and hwang hyunjin, y/n getting more hate for the dating rumor.

a/n: i’m just writing/fake ss for messages and tiktoks how i be texting my friends! i don’t know what everyone else uses for fake texts or tweets but i’m paying for my stuff😭 so please don’t hate too much. i’ll try to post every saturday!!!

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ryupages · 1 year

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itzy reaction — you calling them a cute nickname for the first time

@ryupages / xenia

genre: fluff

pairing: ot5 x reader

warning(s): n/a

note: i’ve had this request in my inbox for a long while, and never finished writing it until now 😭 anyway, i hope u all had a wonderful christmas! if you don’t celebrate, that’s ok, i hope you still had a great day <3

yeji — 예지

“darling, can you come help me with this?”

yeji got up without even processing what you just called her, walking over to see what you need help with. only when she got over there, her eyes widen and her head turned to you.

“what did you just call me?”

“..darling?”

you giggles as her cat eyes turned into the little crescent moons you love so much and she flashed you the biggest grin. she kissed your cheek then your lips, mumbling that she loves you.

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lia - 리아

“hi, honey! how was your day?”

a tired but soft smile spread across lia’s face at the cute name you called her. if she wasn’t so tired, she would’ve freaked out more since you always called her by her name.

slightly hunched over, lia made her way to the couch and pushed you down. you smile as she crawled on top of you, placing her head on your chest.

“call me that more often,” she mumbled, burying her face deeper in your chest as her eyes failed to stay open.

you nodded, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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ryujin — 류진

“ryujin!”

“shin ryujin!”

…

“angel?”

after about 10 minutes of trying to get her attention, that finally got her to look at you. she smirked at you and walked over to you, leaning down close enough that your noses were almost touching.

“fine, you have my attention,” she smiled before kissing you softly. “but only if you keep calling me that.”

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chaeryeong — 채령

“princess, i’m going to the store!” you called out, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your keys.

chaeryeong looked over at you from the couch, her heart racing at the new name you called her. she sat there just staring at you as you grabbed your purse.

before you walked out the door, she quickly got up and put on her shoes as well. she looked at you with a shy grin.

“do you mind if i go with you?”

you smiled, already knowing the nickname had an effect on her.

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yuna — 유나

“my love, can you come and help with this assignment?”

you don’t know where she got the sudden speed but she was already at your side by the time you finished the sentence.

you glanced up at her from your seat, eyes wide open at how eager she looked. chuckling, you push it aside and start explaining the question you were stuck on. after a moment, you realized yuna wasn’t saying anything. you looked up at her again to see her intensely staring at your lips.

she smirked before leaning down and kissing you gently. when she pulled away, her face was flushed as her grin only grew in width.

“this assignment can wait, can’t it? come cuddle and watch a movie with me.”

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