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lomlhwa · 1 year

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pose for me (j.wy)

pairing: boudoir photographer!wooyoung x model!reader

preview: you take a job as a model for a world renowned photographer. obviously, your boudoir photo shoot wasn't supposed to escalate to a sex tape.

tags/warnings: fem reader, boudoir photography, sex tape filming, big dick!wooyoung, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty girl), breast play, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, marking, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: all filming and photography is CONSENTED explicity, multiple times.

wc: 1.6k

song recs for this fic: desire by ateez, tail by sunmi, no manners by superm, cyber sex by doja cat

a/n: the header is actually what inspired the whole plot of this fic. don't ask why i chose woo for this one either. bro just gave the right vibes ig. enjoy photographer wooyoung

this is it. unit 6 of the apartment building the photographer’s manager had directed you to.

this is actually pretty surreal to you. you’re meeting up with world renowned photographer, jung wooyoung. he’s known for photographing celebrities but he hasn’t done that in quite some time.

he’s shifted his expertise to boudoir photography for up and coming models. you just so happen to be one of those models.

but, you’re not really here to make a name for yourself in the modeling industry. you’re really here to just meet wooyoung. you’ve heard… things from other models in your company. things about how their sessions escalated to technically unprofessional events.

now, of course you’re not here to try and lose your career. but you want some proof towards the rumors of wooyoung’s skills.

and size.

you knock on the door. four times. you hear some shuffling behind the door before a beautiful man opens the door. the wind is almost knocked out of you when he opens the door.

“y/n?” you nod, holding out your hand for a handshake. “you must be mr. jung” you smile. “please, call me wooyoung. this is only a mildly professional environment” he steps out of the way, ushering you into his apartment.

you move to take your red heels off but wooyoung placed his hand on your shoulder. “i think those heels will suit a set of lingerie i have” he says, his voice sounding silky smoothing. he sounds like honey in your head. you nod, leaving your heels on.

you shimmy your coat off and put it on a hanger. he hands you a lacy, shimmery set of red lingerie. he was right, your heels do suit this set. “you can go put it on in the room down the hall. that’s my make-shift dressing room for models.”

you walk down the hall and walk into the room. you close the door behind you and make sure to lock it. yes, you’re partially here to get laid but you’d like to be consensually naked in front of him rather than because you’re being watched.

you finish putting on the lingerie and examine yourself in the mirror. you look good. you look… fuckable. you put on some light red makeup and some red glittery gloss. you pout your lips in the mirror. kissable.

you put on the fluffy white bathrobe left in the room for you to wear until the shoot officially starts. you walk back out to the main room to see wooyoung setting up a pink backdrop and adjusting the props. the props include; broken up angel wings to make you look like a fallen angel, a halo painted black, and a mattress that’s been cut into and parts have been splashed with black and red paint. clearly, he planned a whole concept for you. you appreciate this aspect of his work.

“oh, you’re ready?” wooyoung says, finally noticing your presence in the room. you nod, sudden nerves hitting you. “the set fits perfectly” you smile. “i followed the exact measurements you sent me. i would hope it fit” he laughs lightheartedly.

you walk further into the room, walking over to the section of the room with the backdrop. you examine the props that he prepared for you. they’re quite interesting to look at. they really suit everything you’re already wearing.

“are you ready to get on with the shoot, y/n?” his voice breaks the silence so suddenly that you jump a little. “yes, i’m ready” you remove your robe and stand in front of the ripped up mattress.

“how do you want me first?” you break his longing gaze on your body. “on your stomach, head in your hands, legs up behind you” he explains. getting into seductive positioning immediately was expected.

you get into the requested position and try to get comfortable. he places the painted halo on your head, adjusting it to be slightly crooked. he hesitated for a moment before running his thumb over your bottom lip. he smudges your red gloss over your chin, making it look like you’d been kissed a whole bunch.

“that’s better” he says, his voice low and almost seductive. you smile at him. you hope you look good. good enough to fuck.

he walks away from you, getting behind his camera. he adjusts it a few times before seeming satisfied with its position. he clicks a few photos before groaning. are you doing something wrong?

“you don’t look, fallen angel-ish enough” he says, sliding his fingers through his hair. he sighs, contemplating what to do to fix what he finds to be lacking. he stands there, looking at you and thinking. you almost wish you could read his mind. what is he thinking right now? “get up” he says. you roll off the mattress and get up onto your feet. “is something wrong? what’s-” he cuts you off with his lips on yours. his tongue darts out, almost like he’s trying to get a taste of your cherry red gloss. if he could, he would probably be eating your lips.

“i know what’s missing” you whisper into his lips. you slide your hands down his body, ending up on your knees. you fumble with his belt buckle for a moment before getting undone. you slide it out of the loops in his pants and place it on the floor. you undo the button on his dress pants and slide them along with his underwear down to mid-thigh. his cock is… big, to say the least. the rumors about this part are true.

he rushes to grab his camera. he turns it on the recording setting. “mind if i film our little encounter?” he asks. you shake your head. “i don’t mind at all” you smile sheepishly at him.

you take him into your hand, stroking him softly. you look up at him with big doe eyes. your messy lips and big eyes almost made him cum on the spot. he bites his lip as your hand speeds up its motions. he throws his head back, his own hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

you stick your tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on his tip. you take his tip into your mouth entirely, swirling your tongue around it. you take your hands of and nudge your head down his length further. he takes this opportunity to fuck your mouth.

saliva builds up in your mouth with every pass of his cock in your throat. you can’t even take all of it in your mouth, even with the tip passing your uvula. you cough around his length, more saliva spilling out of your mouth. a puddle is gathering on the floor between your knees.

he holds your head steady as his seed spills into your throat suddenly. you gag, the saltiness overtaking your tastebuds. you remove your mouth from his half-hard length, swallowing his seed. you wipe your mouth, the gloss staining your hand.

wooyoung helps you off your numb knees, holding your hand up to his mouth. he licks the gloss remnants off the back of your hand. he adjusts the recording camera to face the mattress. he then connects his lips to yours, nibbling on your lips. he backs you up towards the battered mattress. he helps you lower yourself onto the mattress.

he removes your bright red panties and throws them across the room. he settles himself between your legs. he doesn’t intend to enter you just yet. he has a fascination with your breasts. he has since you took your robe off. he wants to touch them.

“arch your back” you do as told and he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. he does it with one hand. impressive. he discards your bra with your panties. wooyoung trails his hands over your hardened nipples. he tweaks one of them, a whine leaving your mouth. he alternates between each of your breasts. poking, prodding, tweaking.

he leans down to connect his mouth with the plush skin. he leaves dark blue and red marks all over your bare skin. the hairs all over your body stand on edge as he does this. your hands tangle in his black locks, tugging just barely.

when he finally disconnects from your bitten chest, a trail of saliva leaves you connected. the sight makes you clench around nothing.

he readjusts himself between your legs. he palms himself before aligning with your hole. he looks at you with a sweetness in his eyes as he sheathes himself in you. his mouth hangs open in a small ‘o’ shape. you arch your back, the movement causing slight twitches throughout your body.

he slams into you harshly. your entire body jolts with each movement. your own mouth hangs open, gasping moans coming out of it. fast, panting breaths cause your chest to rise and fall rapidly.

‘woo- ah, wooyoung please” you wrap your legs around his waist and try and get him as close to you as possible. your back twitches, alternating between being flat and being fully arched. your nails dig into wooyoung’s forearm.

“cumming, fuck, woo gimme cum” you beg. you pout your lips, licking over your lips. your swollen, fucked out state sends him over the edge. he groans your name, spilling himself intp you. you cum along with him, a loud cry of his name escaping your own mouth.

he gets up off of you, pulling his underwear and pants back up his legs. he hands you your bra, which you quickly put back on. he stops the recording and picks his camera up off the tripod. he positions the halo back onto your head and snaps a photo of you, all covered in makeup and sweat.

“perfect shot.”

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lustspren · 1 year

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STARBOY EP 2. Prisoner ft Tiffany Young.

length: 8.4k words✦

Tiffany Young & Male Reader.

genres: dom! Tiffany, bdsm, degradation, hard sex, blowjob, handjob, face sitting, mommy kink, creampie, ✧

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Moving was fucking stressful. You didn’t have many things to carry, in fact, all your belongings and your clothes fit in a single suitcase and a bag, but you still had to get up very early in the morning to get everything in order as quickly as possible, that without removing the fact that there would be paperwork related to the condominium which you weren’t going to be able to complete before the meeting time with Sunmi. You would have time to worry about that later, right now you were only focused on not being late.

Heejin was extremely nervous while you two were waiting for the taxi, she bit her nails very often, and walked in one direction back and forth while biting the skin of her lips. She, unlike you, had three suitcases, and you had no fucking idea what exactly she was carrying in each other than her clothes. In a moment of anxiety and crisis last night after receiving the news, she locked herself in the bathroom and came out with her hair cut to her shoulders; your first impulse was to ask her what the hell she had done and what she was thinking, but just looking at her for a few seconds made you realize how incredibly beautiful she looked. It was one of the many qualities of hers, no matter what hairstyle she wore, she looked like a beauty goddess with each one of them.

"Can you stand still? You make me nervous," you turned to her. She was wearing a gray jean jacket with a tight black tank top under it, black joggers and converse sneakers; when you told her that she turned around and walked to stand next to you.

"How do you ask me to stay still when I'm moving to a place I never thought I'd go in my whole fucking life?!" she snapped, her brow furrowed, "and if that wasn't enough, I'm going to be a fucking burden to you," she was about to turn her back on you and keep walking, but you grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her back.

"Listen to me, Jeon Heejin," you looked into her eyes, released her wrist and took her hands, "you're not going to be a burden to me, okay? I want to give you a good life, the life you deserve," you caressed the back of her hands with your thumbs, "besides, do you seriously expect me to enjoy a place like that by myself? Nah, I need my Heekie there."

Heejin had a moment of silence as her face softened.

"God, you're so clingy," she sighed before wrapping her arms around your torso and burying her face in your chest.

"I think that's why I drive you so crazy," you wrapped your arms around her.

"Shut up the fuck up, wimp," she said, her gaze lost on her somewhere down the street.

Not a minute passed when a four-door black car stopped in front of you, it was the taxi you were waiting for.

Getting the suitcases inside the car was a difficult task, only two fit in the trunk of the car, while the other two were lying on the back seats. Heejin was left with no choice but to sit on top of you in the passenger seat, her ass pressing against your crotch quite intentionally. You stirred a little nervously, and looked out the window so as not to lose concentration.

"To Hannam the Hill, please."

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After a few directions the taxi dropped you and Heejin right in front of the apartment complex. You opened your door, letting her get out first. Her reaction was priceless, she immediately reminded you of you last night, you were sure you had the same surprised face, as if you were taking a child to an incredible place she had never been before; it was definitely a new world for her.

"It doesn't make any fucking sense, does it?" you laughed as you got out of the car, to walk to the trunk of the car.

"This place is amazing, like, what the fuck..." Heejin moved a little away from the taxi to get a more detailed view of the place, "is that a fucking mall?" she pointed out innocently.

"How about you help me get down the corpses you have as suitcases?" you said as you lowered the first suitcase and left it on the sidewalk.

"Oh sure, sorry."

Once you unloaded all the suitcases and your things from the car, you and Heejin walked to the entrance of the building, where the same doorman from the night before stood guard unperturbed.

"Good morning, sir, let me help you with that" the man recognized you right away and gave you a slight bow, the same towards Heejin, "Good morning, young lady," he said, then you handed him the two suitcases you were carrying.

"Good morning," you greeted back, "could you please tell me what time it is?" you already had your hand on the door handle.

"9:57 AM," he replied, after checking his watch.

"Fuck, right on time," you sighed in relief, then opened the door for the man and Heejin to walk through.

"Damn, I've never been treated so courteously," Heejin said as you walked toward the elevator, "and I've certainly never been called that before."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it. Let me help you with that," you took the two missing bags she was carrying from her hands.

The doorman had taken the elevator first, but it wasn't until it went down again that you and Heejin took it to get to the floor of your apartment. The man was waiting for you there, the suitcases by his side.

"Have a nice day, see you later," the man said goodbye as he walked past you and into the elevator, leaving the two of you alone in the cold and lonely hallway.

"Well, here we go, are you ready?" you saw her.

"Nope, but come on, let's do it," she nodded.

You took the lead, Heejin following close behind as you turned right, heading straight for the apartment door, which was made of a completely different wood that you couldn't identify, but still looked no less expensive than Sunmi's.

"Holy crap, this thing alone is more expensive than our previous apartment," Heejin said from behind you.

"'Right? I said the same thing, it's ridiculous."

It was enough to ring the bell once for the nerves to turn into tickles in your spine, as well as a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach; you had been through the same thing last night, exactly the same situation, but it still felt the same way, like you were a little mouse going right into its trap.

The door opened in a matter of seconds, and how could it be otherwise, Miss Lee looked stunning, short jean skirt, high-soled shoes, black socks below the knees and a sleeveless polo shirt. She looked at you and then looked at Heejin with that cold look that characterized her.

"I'm glad you're punctual, it will certainly be a plus for you," it was an awkward way to greet you, but at least you were thankful that she hadn't spit in your face.

"Good morning Miss Lee," you bowed, "Uh, this is Heejin…" you stepped aside so she could get a good look at her, "my roommate."

"Ah... hi, it's my pleasure," Heejin gave her an awkward smile, followed by a giggle, it was clear that she couldn't hide her nerves, especially when she didn't expect Sunmi to be that intimidating.

"Hm..." Sunmi scrutinized her from head to toe, "what do you do for a living, girl?"

"I-I'm... a graphic designer, and cartoonist," you could almost hear her gulp as she said that.

"Interesting..." Sunmi nodded slowly, "she's definitely gorgeous, take good care of her unless you want some famous athlete or investor's son to steal her away from you," she told you, especially emphasizing that last sentence as a threat, "well, let's go in, I'll give you a tour of your new apartment."

You and Heejin exchanged worried and nervous looks before following Sunmi inside.

The apartment was a million times more impressive than you imagined, so the two of you shared the same level of awe as you took your first steps. The aesthetics of the apartment was completely different from that of Sunmi, the wood of the floor and the walls were light gray, with some areas painted white, and the most remarkable thing for you were the two white marble columns, one next to the kitchen bar, and another one above the artificial fireplace in front of the living room, which, as if that were not enough, was gigantic, with the large window that occupied almost the entire left wall covered by white curtains, and a chain of L-shaped sofas on top of a rug that matched the surroundings.

"I had it cleaned first thing in the morning, so everything is spotless," Sunmi said proudly, as she walked in front of the two of you, then stopped in the middle of the living room.

"I can't believe you're letting me live in a place like this, what the fuck," you said, still stunned as you stared at the TV set up on the opposite side of the marble column.

"Is that a mirror?!" Heejin asked out loud looking up, sure enough, there was a large mirror on the ceiling just above the coffee table in the middle of the rug.

"Well, I guess I don't need to explain everything to you, you guys aren't stupid," Sunmi said, also looking at the mirror, "this is the living room, what's behind me is the kitchen, and there's the dining table. "

"Seriously, do we also have our own wine reserve?" You pointed to the bottle rack behind the pillar next to the kitchen.

"You're going to need it from time to time, just enjoy it."

"The only time I've had expensive wine in my life was literally 4 years ago," Heejin mentioned as she stood in front of the glass protected bottle rack.

"And you still have a lot of things to know, girl. Come on, I'll show you the rest."

The tour of the apartment was made quite short, Sunmi took the two of you to see the guest bathroom (or common bathroom), which had almost nothing special, however, the one in the main bedroom left you with the great surprise, it had a hot tub that was at least 3 meters wide and long, lit with RGB lights that were set to white by default. You also saw the other bedroom, which you clearly weren't going to use, and an office with a bookcase and a desk that you clearly weren't going to use either.

"Well, that's it, I have to go," Sunmi said when you returned from leaving the suitcases in the bedroom, "here are the keys, don't you dare lose them."

"Heejin and I are very grateful, Miss Lee, it's amazing," you replied as you took the keys and bowed, Heejin did the same.

"Then I hope you make this worthwhile for me, boy," she threatened, "and you," she fixed Heejin with her eyes, "make sure you don't leave his balls dry, his job depends on it."

You noticed how your face started to get hot, you were sure that you had blushed with embarrassment, just like Heejin.

"Ah… o-okay," your roommate nodded, again, using her smile as a defense mechanism against her nerves.

"Anyways, you'll have work tonight, I'll send you the information in the afternoon," Sunmi turned and started to walk to the exit, "Oh, and I must warn you about one thing," she paused with her hand on the handle, "she has a... strong temper, bye!"

And with that, she opened the door and walked out of the apartment. Heejin and you were alone.

"Oh no, you're gonna be pegged."

"Shut the fuck up!" you complained, earning a laugh from Heejin.

"Who knew you were going to get fucked in the ass before me," she continued as you sat down on the couch and sank into the soft seat.

"You sound jealous," you closed your eyes and clasped your hands on your abdomen.

"Hell nah, I'm not into that shit," you felt Heejin sit next to you.

"You haven't even tried."

"And I don't want to either."

"You'd let me fuck any hole in you just by asking, what the fuck are you talking about?"

After saying that you noticed that Heejin fell silent, it wasn't until he opened her eyes that you caught her staring at you, probably insulting you in the most horrible ways possible in her head.

"What?" you smiled mischievously.

"At least I would be fucked in the ass by choice."

"So, you would let me do it?" you raised both eyebrows.

"Nope. I'll go unpack my things," with that said, she stood up and disappeared from your sight.

You stayed alone in the living room, enjoying the peaceful silence with your eyes closed, you needed that, after all, a moment of meditation was the first thing you needed to assimilate everything that was happening. You really were in an apartment in the most exclusive area of Seoul, where you were going to live with the girl you loved; if you told the you of a few weeks ago that this was going to happen you would probably have told yourself that you were crazy, but that was the way things were now, and as incredible as it was, it was your new reality.

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7:23 PM

It was obvious that neither you nor Heejin were going to go out to the supermarket with so many things to organize in the apartment, so the two of you opted to order food. The selection had been easy, both of you wanted to eat sushi for days, so there you two were, sitting in the living room, with the view of the city of Seoul to your right. Surreal.

"I still can't believe any of this," Heejin said beside you, her mouth half full of the sushi roll, she took a moment to swallow, "I thought I'd end up serving ice cream at McDonalds."

"Well, at least you had a vision of your future, I didn't even have that," you replied, before eating a roll while watching the news on TV.

"I wasn't going to let you be a bum, I think that's for sure," she set the tray down on the table in front of you next to the chopsticks and pulled her legs up into your lap.

"I don't think it's the most romantic time to say it," you said gesturing towards the food, "but I feel very grateful to have you in my life, I mean, I don't know what I would do without you," you turned to meet her eyes.

She saw you back with a cute little smile on her face.

"God, you're so cute, come here," Heejin took the food from your hands and placed it on the table, then climbed onto your lap and squeezed her thighs on either side of your body. At your side you had a few napkins, she took one and wiped your mouth.

"Please don't make fun of me," you said, embarrassed at how corny you had been.

"Nah," Heejin wrapped her arms around your neck and leaned in a few inches until you two were face to face, "I'll give you what a lovely boy like you deserves."

Heejin slowly closed the distance between both faces, her lips were already brushing against yours, but before she kissed you, your phone vibrated in your pocket along with the personalized notification you had set for Sunmi.

"This has to be a fucking joke," you whispered bitterly, pulling away a bit to check the phone. Sunmi's message contained all the information you needed.

<< Tiffany Young, entrepreneur, economist, and investor, I owe so much of my success to her and her great business models. Be a good boy, and for god's sake, don't make her upset. >> Next thing was only a time and an address.

"You must go?" Heejin asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

"Mjum, I have to get ready and I'll be there at 8, sorry Hekkie," you put the phone down and gave her a little kiss on the lips, "when I get back we'll do whatever you want, I promise."

"Can we see Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi?" It was her favorite movie.

"Of course," you kissed her forehead, "now get down, I don't want a cucumber up my ass."

"Right, I almost forgot you're gonna be pegged," Heejin said as she got off your lap and lay on the couch with her head on the armband.

"I'm gonna pound your ass so fucking hard that you're going to have to walk in a wheelchair," you threatened as you stood up, then walked into the bedroom.

"Is that a reward or a punishment?" you heard Heejin say behind your back. Brat.

You really didn't have much to prepare before you left, you had showered minutes ago, and you already had half of your outfit on, you only needed a coat due to the low temperatures outside. When you were ready, you met Heejin at the door of the apartment.

"God, I'm nervous," you took a deep breath.

"I know, this will be your first anal experience, it must be weird," Heejin patted you on the shoulder, as she nodded and feigned understanding.

"I'm beginning to think you're seriously jealous," you narrowed your eyes at her.

"Maybe I am, you'll find out later, now go away, wimp," she poked you on the forehead with her middle finger.

"Take care, okay? I'll be right back as soon as I'm done," you gave her a little kiss on the forehead, then she nodded like a good girl.

"I'll be waiting for you, bye," she said, as you opened the door and left the apartment.

The address you'd been given wasn't too far from your building, in fact it was only a few buildings up, so you decided to walk. Upon arrival you were greeted with the same protocol as always, and in no time you were in the elevator to the woman's floor.

You walked down the hallway, much like the ones in your building, and came to the door corresponding to the apartment number. You rang the bell, expecting a bit of a delay in response, but as soon as you did, your hostess for today opened the door for you.

For a moment you thought your jaw would drop to the ground.

You had no fucking idea what to look at first, she was wearing a short black skirt, a tight sheer tank top and a black corset that showed off her luscious cleavage, and if that wasn't enough, she had small hole fishnets on her creamy legs. Her hair was jet black, and there wasn't much to say about her face, she was stupidly beautiful, her bright red lips immediately caught your eye. She gave you the same vibes as Sunmi, but there was a big difference, this woman did not have a resting bitch face, on the contrary, her face only said: << Make me mad and I swear I will beat the shit out of you >>.

"Ah, you must be the boy," she looked you up and down carefully, her brow furrowed, "come in."

You bowed as a sign of respect and entered without saying a single word, you were afraid that she would slap you for simply speaking. Her apartment was not very different from yours, it had a very similar style, only with a tighter distribution of space and very different furniture, you could tell that she had paid for a total remodeling, but what caught your attention the most was the strange presence of leather in... almost everything.

"Sit down," she commanded imperatively, gesturing toward the black leather couch.

So you did, and as soon as your butt was planted there, the woman climbed onto your lap and pressed her thighs against you in a firm grip.

"Okay, here are the rules, little toy," she looked into your eyes. You could have sworn she was judging your soul at the time, "First of all, you're not allowed to touch me for anything in the fucking world unless I tell you to; you'll answer to absolutely any nickname I give, no matter what it is; and more importantly, you're only allowed to speak when I ask you a question, and calling me two things: Miss Tiffany, and Mommy," she paused briefly, "got it, little toy?"

"Yes mommy," you nodded, and then gulped.

"Mmm, you're obviously a good boy, I think I like you..." Tiffany said, running her fingers through your hair and looking at you as if she was going to devour you, "I'm going to have a lot of fun using you."

And there you were again, being the prey. Your heart was pounding, and you were tense as shit; not even Sunmi had made you feel as tiny as Tiffany did, she radiated a dominating and imposing energy that you hadn't seen before, and half of all that energy was focused on how she saw you. Little by little, pegging ceased to be a fear and became a reality.

"Sunmi told me your cock was amazing... <<I've never tasted a so big and delicious one>>" she said, "Tiffany reached a hand between your bodies and went down to grab your cock in a strong grip, " I'll have to judge that myself," she whispered, caressing your bulge with the palm of her hand.

She closed the distance to kiss you, and it was obvious you weren't even going to bother being in control since it was impossible, so you just let her attack your mouth however she wanted. It didn't take long for you to feel her tongue collide with yours, and with each passing second she became more aggressive with her caresses, to the point where she was almost jerking you off over your clothes, a moan escaped you in the middle of the kiss.

"Oh, what did I just hear?" Tiffany broke the kiss. Fuck, "do you like that, pervert?"

"I... yes, yes mommy," you pursed your lips, your breathing a little uneasy.

As soon as you said that Tiffany was back to stroking your bulge furiously, a mischievous grin slowly creeped in. You couldn't explain why, since you've never had anything like this done to you, but it felt so fucking good, which made your face twitch a bit and your hips squirm; that of course caused her glee.

She did for a few more seconds, but stopped out of nowhere when she saw a small, prominent stain on your pants.

"Oh no… The little pervert is already spilling," Tiffany said with fake pity in her voice, "I haven't even touched your dick yet, you're so fucking pathetic," she got off your lap and stood up, pulling on your hoodie so that you would get up too.

She dragged you out of the living room, down the halls, and ended up in front of a dark mahogany door. Tiffany opened it, and you felt your spine suddenly freeze. At first glance it might seem like a normal room, dark, and full of elements that seemed to be taken from Morticia Addams' room, but as you looked at all the details you realized that... It was also a dungeon. A sex dungeon.

"Get undressed, now, but leave your boxers" she ordered once you entered and she had closed the door.

You started right away, starting with your shoes, your hoodie, and lastly your pants; when you finished, Tiffany came back with something in her hands. Handcuffs.

"Oh, what a nice body you have…" she placed her cold hand on your chest, and slowly lowered it past your abdomen to your rock-hard cock, giving it a slightly softer, slower squeeze, "I think I won't be so mean to you."

She slowly pushed you back to the side of the room, where there was a suspiciously lonely chair next to the bed. You knew what was about to happen, and you didn't know if you were excited or terrified to the bone.

"Seat," she commanded, and you, like an obedient dog, complied, "good boy," you saw how she disappeared from your sight to crouch behind you, you couldn't see anything, but suddenly she grabbed your two wrists and put them together behind the chair, the next thing you felt was the cold metal of the handcuffs surrounding them and holding them firmly, you tried to struggle, but you only got pain from how tight they were.

Tiffany took a few more seconds to come back in front of you, when she did you realized why, now she was completely naked, except for her black lace panties. Your eyes immediately went wild, running over every inch of her tight, pretty body with them, especially her pretty tits and her fishnet-adorned thighs. She opened your legs abruptly and knelt between them, she looked into your eyes, her gaze seemed to weigh the same as an aircraft carrier, because even holding her felt impossible for you, she was the most imposing woman you had ever met in your life.

She started with gentle strokes on your inner thighs, using the pads of all her fingers, going down to your knees but never quite touching your cock, but instead of her hands, she laid her tongue flat against the rear and gave you a very slow lick to your tip, a slight shiver attacked your whole body, followed by a deep gasp as Miss Tiffany took you into her mouth and began to aggressively suck half of your cock, the change had been so sudden that you squirmed a little in the chair, but after a few seconds you got used to it, and you couldn't do anything else but enjoy the not at all careful blowjob you were receiving.

Your hostess knew perfectly well what she was doing, it might seem that she was destroying your cock without any kind of mercy, but despite how strong and fast she was sucking you off, you could tell that for the two of you it felt fucking incredible. Tiffany constantly moaned around your cock, and you accompanied her with little shudders and gasps. Her nails dug hard into your thighs, that caused a deep growl to shake your throat, you were sure that several of those marks were going to bleed when she pushed her nails away.

"Oh my fucking god, your cock is so fucking delicious, fuck!" she rasped after pulling your saliva-soaked shaft out of her mouth, she lifted one hand from your thigh, only to jerk you off furiously. Just as you expected, her fingernails had caused you to bleed a bit, it stung, but you didn't even have time to focus on it, "You're going to give me a big fucking load right now, is that clear, you fucking disgusting toy?"

"Y-yes..." you only managed to say in a mix between pleasure from how she masturbated you and pain from her nails digging into your other thigh.

"Yes WHAT?!" she screamed at you, to dig her nails in even harder, you screamed in pain.

"Yes mommy! I'll give you my whole load, fuck!" you yelled back, and she finally pulled her nails from your thigh, to lay her hand flat. The marks bled in little trickles. Nothing to worry about, but still painful.

"That's a good fucking boy!" she said, as she masturbated you with all her might. Your cock was starting to dry from the mere friction, but she brought her free hand to her mouth, released a big spit on it and brought it to your shaft, turning it into an amazing two-handed lubricated handjob.

The wet sounds of their hands rubbing furiously against your cock and your little moans were the only noise that filled the room, you were tense in your chair, you couldn't see them, but you knew your knuckles were already white from how hard you were clenching your fists You were going to explode at any moment. Tiffany's arms didn't seem to tire at all, it seemed like she could be doing that all night, even if it meant ripping the skin off your cock.

"Come on you disgusting piece of shit, cum for mommy, give your whole fucking load to mommy," she demanded between her teeth, staring at you with those parted red lips.

You were very close, your breathing was already beginning to betray you, and all the pleasure that ran through your body was suddenly concentrated in your lower abdomen, and your eyes were narrowed as you felt the spark of your orgasm blossoming. Your hips squirmed in the chair as you fired your load, several spurts of it hitting your abdomen, the rest just going into her hands and joining the handjob. You had already cum, but even so Tiffany didn’t slow down, nor did she stop, quite the contrary, she went faster; she was overstimulating you, so you squirmed like a worm in the chair because of how sensitive your cock had become. You complained loudly, with huge yells and little taps of your foot on the floor, but Tiffany didn't care.

"You're going to give me another one, that's a fucking order, you fucking trash," she said imperatively, masturbating you into a mix of her saliva and your own cum. You could notice that it wasn’t the first time she had done this; she was rubbing the tip of your cock with her hand in quick circles, while with the other she kept rubbing all over your shaft. You couldn't stop writhing in pain, despite that you controlled yourself, but your teeth and jaw were clenched, and you had tears in your eyes.

She scooped up all the cum on your abdomen with her right hand, the one that was cupping and rubbing your tip, and she poured it all over your cock again, going back to the same process. It wasn't long until you gave her your second load.

This time you could only scream and grunt, you didn't see what was happening, your eyes were squeezed shut and your head thrown back in the chair due to the drainage, you only knew that this time your cum hadn't landed on your abdomen, and that Tiffany finally slowed down, when you opened your eyes and straightened your head, you found that the woman's face was painted white, filled with your fluids. She had a big proud smile on her face. Both you and her were in a mess, and there was cum everywhere, on her face, on her hands, on your abdomen, on your cock, and some on the floor.

"You're such a good boy. The best I've ever had, by far," the smile faded, but it didn't go away for a moment as she wiped you clean, wherever there was cum (except on the floor), Tiffany used her tongue to take it all into her mouth, soon you were clean, a little sticky, but clean, "I'll give you your well-deserved rest."

Tiffany got up and stood behind you, soon you heard a <<click>>, and your hands were free. You sighed, and moved your wrists in circles to warm them up again, they ached, so you winced.

"Were they too tight? I'm sorry, I don't really care honey," she patted your cheek with a gesture of false sympathy, "don't get used to it anyway. Stand up and lie down on the bed."

You obeyed like a well-trained dog, despite the fact that your legs at first didn’t give in to support the entire weight of your body, you managed to stand up and stagger to the bed, you got into it, and lay down in the middle, your head resting on a soft pillow. Your gaze locked on the ceiling for a moment as you psyched yourself up for the long run ahead, but you were distracted by the addition of a new weight to the bed. Tiffany had climbed on the bed, she was kneeling next to you, now without panties.

"You're going to eat my fucking pussy, your pathetic face will serve as my chair for a little while," she said, taking both of your hands and clasping them on your abdomen, then put the handcuffs on again, this time they felt more loose, but still painful.

She turned around and climbed onto your chest, her cute little ass perched right in front of your face, your eyes locked on her wet pussy as she moved closer to your mouth, who soon was sunk between her cheeks, giving you the first contact with her soft folds, which you began to lick slowly.

Tiffany sighed, enchanted by the delicacy and skill with which you began to eat her pussy, for you it was like a starter, you knew that soon she wouldn't be satisfied with just that. The moment wasn’t long in coming, your hostess fixed her thighs on each side of your head, in a firm constriction that forced you to raise the level; your tongue began to move much faster, exploring every corner of her slit as if your life depended on it (and it did), she ground her ass against your face slowly at first, with sensual little moans, but as you used everything you knew to satisfy her, she began to mount your face as if it were a mechanical bull.

Her hands rested on the upper part of your abdomen, clinging to it with her nails while she used your mouth at will. It was a complete torture not being able to touch her in any possible way with your hands, you wanted to feel her trembling thighs, or squeeze her nice tight ass, or even massage her modest perky tits, but this was all you could get, so you were making sure to give your best.

You focused on her clit, attacking it with frantic licks with the tip of your tongue and long licks between its folds; she removed her hands from your abdomen to put them behind her and wrap her fingers in your hair to pull it; she pressed her pussy even more against your mouth, which ended up leaving you almost no air to breathe. She was choking you, and you were sure she didn't give a shit, so you made one last effort, eating her pussy like you haven't had meat in years. The loud cries of pleasure were the main indication that her orgasm was close, so you didn't falter for a second, not even due to the fact that you were beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Lucky for you, within seconds Tiffany exploded in your mouth, she flopped forward, one side of her face resting on your flaccid cock as her body jerked in short intervals from the spasms, her fluids staining your mouth and part of your jaw She had lifted her ass away from your face, so you were able to take a long breath of air, your chest going up and down quickly as you tried to catch your breath. You didn't know what "well deserved rest" meant to her, but damn, this time she almost killed you. Again, you were paralyzed, your gaze lost at the ceiling; you knew it wouldn't end there.

You don't know how much time passed when Tiffany had fully recovered, she got off your chest, and then turned to you with a fucking sensual look that made you shudder. Her hand moved to your cock, which she firmly grasped and began to rub up and down, slowly bringing it back to life.

"You know what? I feel merciful today," she said, leaning into your cock to take it into her mouth, she gave you a very brief slow suck, just enough to make your shaft rock hard again, when she did, she broke away from your cock to remove the handcuffs and throw them to the ground, "touch me, how you want, where you want, and when you want, but all other rules still apply, is that clear, little toy?"

"Yes mommy, of course," you agreed, a small hint of a smile on your face.

She straddle your abdomen again, her thighs pressing hard on either side of your torso; she flopped forward, her hair covering the sides of your face as she smashed her lips against yours, you hesitated a bit to make the first contact due to the irrational fear you had, but finally your arms wrapped around your hostess’s skinny body, your hands feeling her creamy skin for the first time all night. You let her have control over her kiss, to dominate you at her whim despite the freedom she had just given you, that didn't matter to you, the truth was that you were enjoying it.

You held her tightly against you, not wanting to waste a single second of the closeness between your bodies; a short time passed when her ass claimed all your attention, and as if by magnetic attraction, your hands squeezed both of her cheeks with force, Tiffany released a mixture of moan and growl against your mouth.

"Spank mommy hard, you fucking trash, come on," she ordered through her teeth, then kissed you again.

Again, you hesitated, but she seemed to be really serious about her demands, so you simply did as you were told, raising your right hand and letting it drop suddenly against her buttock, the spank resound throughout the room.

Tiffany, again, growled in the middle of the kiss, and put her tongue inside your mouth to add to the aggressive dance, in response, you raised your other hand and gave her a hard spank on her other buttock, and then another one in which you'd already slapped, your hostess pulled away from the kiss and screamed, clutching at your hair with her fingers and pulling it in a way that hurt, but you couldn't complain, you couldn't and you didn't have to.

"Listen to me, you piece of shit, I'm going to ride you so hard I'm going to break you in half," she warned, still pulling your head back, and you didn't know if you should be excited or terrified about it.

She let go of your hair and put a hand between your bodies, it came down to meet your hard cock, which she rubbed a few times before lining it up with her slit; there was no foreplay or anticipation of any kind, Tiffany simply lowered her hips little by little, impaling herself on your flesh. Her folds engulfed your shaft slowly, taking you inch by inch into her stupidly tight pussy. A long moan escaped from your mouth just like Tiffany's, and with another couple of inches, your cock was completely buried inside her.

"Holy fucking shit," Tiffany gasped with her eyes closed and her eyebrows raised in pleasure, "this dick is amazing, fucking amazing."

Her eyes snapped open, to see you with an expression that froze your body, she really was going to destroy you. Her hand went to your neck as she straightened up a little, and for the first time in your life, you were being choked. It was a strange sensation, you didn't know if that was the hardest she could squeeze, but your breathing was already quite obstructed, what made you really enjoy it was the movement of her hips up and down, fucking herself with every inch of your throbbing flesh.

She was slow at first, but as she got used to your thickness she began to move faster, which came with an increased grip on your neck, now she was squeezing hard, almost as hard as her pussy walls on your cock. You couldn't moan, you couldn't even make a sound, but your eyes and your expressions let her know that you were really enjoying it like a son of a bitch, which you didn't expect from yourself, but the truth is that if you had to experience that for the first time, would have to be with a woman like this, so intimidating, strong and impetuous that deep down she drove you crazy.

Your gazes never left each other, she watched you as she continually moaned in pleasure, her crimson red lips in an O shape as she quickly jumped on your cock.

"You like how mommy rides that filthy fucking cock? Huh?" she teased you, to slap you hard with her free hand, then she released your neck so you could respond. You breathed for a moment before answering.

"Fuck yes mommy," you only managed to say, your cheek red hot from the slap she had just given you, but that response only earned you another, on the other cheek.

"I didn't fucking hear you!" she yelled at you, riding you harder.

"Yes mommy! I love how you use my cock as your filthy fucking toy!" you yelled back, almost snarling.

That seemed to turn Tiffany on even more, as she planted her feet on the mattress on either side of your torso to begin slamming her ass against your pelvis aggressively, so hard that she took your breath away a bit with each crash. She choked you again, but this time with both hands, and squeezing hard, your breathing almost completely obstructed. She was keeping her promise, you really felt like she was going to break you in half with the force and speed with which she jumped against your cock.

"Give me a fucking load, come on, come on!" she demanded of you with the imperativeness of a soldier, and the truth was that you weren’t far from your orgasm. No sooner said than done, your orgasm came within seconds, and she loosened your throat a bit so you could moan as you shot your load inside her, but Tiffany didn't stop.

You started to scream and writhe in pain, but Tiffany subdued you by pressing your neck hard against the bed. You couldn't take it anymore, you were going to collapse at any moment, the pain was unbearable, but for some reason you found some pleasure in it.

"One more, baby, just one more, you can do it," she growled through her teeth, then grinned devilishly and moaned aloud. Your cum spilled out from inside her and ran free all over your shaft, serving as a perfect natural lubricant to make her pussy feel even better. You didn't know what was going to happen first, but you were starting to get dizzy once more; everything was too much for you, the obstruction of your breath, the violent crashes against your pelvis, and the overstimulation. A few seconds passed when you cum again, your body contorting violently, forcing you to hold on to Tiffany's wrists. Your hostess screamed at the ceiling as she felt a new load inside her pussy, which brought her to an orgasm almost as violent as yours. Both of your bodies shaked in spasms; Tiffany released your neck and smashed her face into your chest, but it was too late.

Your vision went black.

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10:48 PM

Your head hurt, that was the first thing you noticed when you woke up, the second thing was that you felt like a truck had run over you twice. Your eyes widened weakly as you stretched out on the incredibly soft mattress, making you remember where you were.

"God, you're finally awake," a female voice said to your right, "I was starting to think I'd put you in a coma."

You turned your head to see where the voice came from, you found the beautiful face of your hostess already softened; she no longer seemed to want to insult you by the mere fact of sighing, she seemed more concerned about you. Just as a precaution, you didn't speak, you just put your hands on the mattress to sit up with a lot of effort; your whole body ached, especially your thighs and pelvis.

"Are you okay? Wasn't I too harsh?" Tiffany also sat next to you, and cupped the side of your face with one hand, "You can talk freely now, honey."

You frowned, and you saw her somewhat confused, was she really the same person? You remembered the most intimidating woman you'd ever met, even scared you, now she just looked like a worried mom.

"Hmm, ignoring the fact that I feel like I got beat up in an alley, yeah, I'm fine," you arched your back to stretch it as well, "and to answer your second question well..." you looked down at your thighs, both wounded by their nails, just like your chest.

"God, I'm so sorry, I don't know myself when I'm horny," she gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, one you never thought you'd receive from a person like the one you met a few minutes ago, "I'll pay you extra to cover the damages , I'm sorry."

You were silent for a moment, staring at nothing, you definitely never thought you'd meet such a beautiful and sexy bipolar woman, and you didn't know how to feel about it.

"Well, at least I hope I gave you a good service," you swung your legs off the bed and sat on the edge, then tried to get up, but failed on the first try, "fuck."

"Oh yes, you can be sure I'll recommend you, you have an amazing cock, and you know how to play," she got off the bed and stood in front of you, still naked, "let me help you," she offered you both hands for you to get up.

"Thank you very much, I appreciate it, but I don't think I'll be available until the day after tomorrow, unless I want my dick to explode," you took both of her hands and stood up, your legs wobbly.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" she asked concerned, looking up to meet your eyes, "I only made you cum... 4 times."

"Doesn't seem like enough? Damn," you walked slowly towards your pile of clothes, only to find your boxer and put it on.

"Well, you're right, but in my defense, I've never tasted cock this good," she shrugged.

"I'm flattered, ma'am, but could you please tell me how long I was asleep?"

"Huh..." she paused to think about it, "almost two hours."

"WHAT?!" you yelled, balls in your throat, "oh shit," you put your hand to your forehead, "we're ready here, aren't we?"

"Sure, I'll go out to deposit the money in your account," she approached you and put her hands on your neck, "you did amazing today, little toy, I hope I can still count on you," she gave you a little kiss on the lips, before walking out and leaving you alone in the room.”

You didn't know if that nickname was going to bring you traumas or some kind of kinky shit, but the truth was that you had a chill down your spine when she said it.

You got dressed as fast as you could, checked that you had all your things (your phone and wallet), and walked outside with the weight of 90 souls on your back. Tiffany was already in the doorway, a black towel wrapped around her body.

"It's done, check the amount when you have a moment," she opened the door for you, "Take care, okay? If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me," she handed you a piece of paper with what you assumed was her number.

"God, you really confuse me," was all your brain could process for you to say, "Good night, Miss Young, I won’t forget it," you gave her a little bow, and then walked out.

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11:24 PM

When you entered your apartment, the first thing you did was take off your shoes and leave them at the entrance; the lights were mostly off, so you took it upon yourself to turn on only the necessary ones so you wouldn't trip over everything while walking to the kitchen. You opened the fridge, only to take out a can of beer, uncover it and take a sip, then just sat on one of the bar stools, admiring the night views of the city in complete silence.

A few minutes passed until you finished your beer, left it in the trash, and headed to the bedroom, where you found Jeon Heejin buried up to her neck in sheets. The room was only illuminated by the light from the TV screen, she was watching anime.

"Honey! You're just in time," she pulled the sheets up to her belly to hold out her arms for you, an excited smile on her face, she was wearing one of your hoodies. Her smile rubbed off on you, so that's how it felt to be loved, huh?

You just walked weakly towards her after closing the door, climbed on the bed, got under the covers, and went straight into her arms, your face buried in her neck, she smelled delicious, like a new soap whose smell you couldn't decipher. Her embrace felt warm, like you were home and had absolutely nothing else to worry about.

"How was everything?" she asked innocently.

"She fucking destroyed me," you replied, your voice low and your eyes closed.

"Oh no, she really pegged you," her voice sounded worried, but you were sure she wanted to tease you.

"She. Didn't. Fucking. Pegged me," you clarified, "She just… god."

"How many times?"

"Four," you said, knowing what she meant.

"Jesus Christ! That woman is a danger to society," she put her hand on the back of your neck, as if she wanted to protect you.

"I really felt like she was going to kill me, in fact, I passed out," you sighed, lifting your face from her neck so you could see her, "don't laugh at me, please."

Heejin was already ready to laugh, but she held it back just because you asked her to.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry," she gave you a peck on the forehead.

"Please tell me you didn't watch My Neighbor Totoro without me."

"Nope, you know I couldn't, I was just watching an anime I had pending," she looked at the screen for a moment, then at you, "do you want to watch it now? And cuddle with me all night?"

"Please, that's all I need."

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seollenda · 4 months

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it’ll belong to us (unnie!irene x fem!reader high school au)

literally inspired by a clip of an irene fancall where she does fanservice pretending to be an unnie. + lyrics of “secret tape” by sunmi. will probably write sequels to this too lol

CW: just angsty fluffy ambiguous confessions/coming out

word count: ~1700

would you show me a little of your time?

i just need a little bit of it

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“i’ll come pick you up after your exam.”

joohyun tapped your chin with a gentle finger, unable to suppress an amused smile at your crestfallen expression. “yah, i have school to go to too, you know.”

“that early?” you complained, even though you knew it was futile when bae joohyun made up her mind.

the older student looked at you for just a moment. or maybe not…?

“what do you want as an after school treat?” she slung her backpack onto her shoulder, moving toward the door.

“nothing.” you pouted, only to hear your unnie chuckle.

“uh huh. see you tomorrow afternoon!”

you sighed, locking the door behind joohyun and shuffling back to your late night cramming.

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the next day was miserable, as math exam days went. you studied furtively in korean and english class, but by the time biology rolled around you couldn’t be bothered and just spaced out sleepily. the weather was beautiful out the window. you knew joohyun was in that direction, just half a kilometer away, probably in gym class and walking laps around the track arm-in-arm with her friends. how much you’d give, just to feel the sun on your skin and chatter with her for half an hour.

it wasn’t fair when the lottery assigned you to one high school, and joohyun to the other. it was comical, when you lived two doors down from each other. each morning, you met up early on the street to chat or exchange your mothers’ extra batches of banchan. joohyun’s activities as a student body vice president meant some mornings she had to depart way too early in the morning—today happened to be one such day. you’d usually see each other off with a good luck hug on big exam days like yours, but duty called joohyun.

you sighed, dropping your chin to the desk until the observant teacher called your name. one more class period…an awful exam…and then joohyun would walk across the neighborhood to pick you up, just as she promised. bae joohyun never broke her promises.

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as expected, the exam ran overtime. you weren’t the last to leave the room, but you grew fed up with triple checking your answers and knew that joohyun had probably arrived at the school gates by now. you hopped up, dropping off your test before speed walking out the door.

“y/n-ah!” joohyun called, waving furiously to get your attention as if she wasn’t standing in her usual spot. a few students turned their heads with amused curiosity, one pair of your grade mates giggling to each other. you couldn’t bring yourself to care very much, skipping across the yard with a broad enough smile that drew delighted laughter from your unnie.

“hi joohyun unnie,” you said, peeking your head through the bars and miming being a prisoner. “will you set me free?”

“oh, stop fooling around,” joohyun rolled her eyes, reaching around the post to tug you onto her side. she smiled, reaching up to rearrange your disheveled bangs in her usual impulse. “how was the test?”

“it was fine.” you shrugged, not particularly interested in pursuing the topic.

“did you check your answers?”

“two and a half times.” you started to walk, towing joohyun away from the godforsaken institution. she fell into lockstep with you, her arm automatically looping into yours.

“two and a half?” her brows knitted, trying to decipher what that meant.

“i gave up on the third pass because i’d keep you waiting,” you admitted, trying at an appeasing expression. joohyun frowned.

“you…” she trailed off, giving up on the scolding. “i brought you bungeobbang. choux cream.”

“oh!” you beamed, accepting the greasy wax bag and taking a bite out the head of the fish bread. the filling was still warm and fresh. “you’re the best, unnie. i love you.”

joohyun laughed softly, and you watched from the corner of your eye as she briefly dipped her head away from you.

truth be told, joohyun was acting strangely lately. it didn’t quite make much sense, but she suddenly seemed both clingier and more reserved at the same time. you’d wracked your brain to try and remember if anything had happened to trigger this change, or if you had done something wrong. you couldn’t for the life of you recall anything specific.

“unnie, do you have to head home?” you asked, stopping at a quiet crosswalk. cross the street straight and you’d make it home; a left turn, and your feet would take you to your favorite cafe. having missed your morning meeting, you figured an hour or two at a cafe wouldn’t hurt.

“yeah,” joohyun answered immediately. “gotta work out a few logistics for the year end festival.”

“oh,” you said, let down for the second time. joohyun sighed, turning to grasp your hands in hers until you looked up at her.

“it’s the end of the year, us seniors have a lot to attend to,” she said gently. you wilted slightly. your year gap was something that you liked hearing less and less of.

because bae joohyun would, of course, graduate with perfect marks. then, she’d probably disappear north to attend some top seoul university, be a star student and the talk of the town up there, and forget little old you, back in your stinky old hometown.

it was a chance childhood connection and against all odds that someone like joohyun had a best friend like you. she was even the talk of your school, her reputation as the most beautiful girl in this whole town drawing boys from your school to peek into after school student body meeting windows.

she was looking at you with those pretty doe eyes now, pleading for your understanding and probably a little too hung up on what you had to say about her time.

“mmkay,” you sighed, trying not to look too pitiful. the walk light changed, and joohyun threaded her fingers through yours as you crossed the street together. she glanced over at you when she thought you wouldn’t notice, squeezing your hand once with a silent apology.

the walk was short, of course. you two stopped in front of your house, which was the closer one from your origin. she turned to look at you again, her eyes warm as she regarded you.

“talk to you later,” you said sullenly, but she caught your arm and kept you in place.

“i’ll ask my mom if you can come over for dinner, okay?”

you looked up at her, unable to ignore the unconcealed hope in her expression as she extended her olive branch. you sighed, pretending to consider her offer until she let out an annoyed whine.

“okay, fine.” you sighed dramatically.

joohyun nodded, her expression brightening. the conversation could’ve ended there, yet there was something that rooted the two of you in place.

“i’ll miss you,” you blurted, your gaze darting across her face as you tried to decipher bae joohyun’s penchant for unreadability. “when you graduate.”

the older student exhaled through her nose, still clutching your arm as if the northward wind would blow her away that instant.

“i’ll miss you too,” she said softly, and you knew she meant it. she tucked an errant lock of hair out of your face, her lips pressing into a saddened smile. “i don’t know what i’m gonna do without you.”

“you’ll be just fine,” you shook your head. “i’m not worried about you. who’s gonna bother me about triple checking my work?”

joohyun laughed weakly. “you don’t give yourself enough credit.” she rested a hand on your cheek, giving it a gentle pinch. “you’re a clever kid.”

she gave you that look, in moments when you grew acutely aware of the difference between the two of you. it wasn’t pity, or anything like that, rather a reminder that in some ways, you were always chasing after her.

“text me, all right?” you moved to turn and retreat into your house gate, but she kept a grip on your elbow. you looked up at her curiously, about to make a playful comment about how she seemed to like playing hard to get, when the look in her eyes made your thoughts stutter to a halt.

she pulled you into the shelter of your house gate, out of the narrow residential street, and kissed you. it was short and chaste, but on the lips, and it made your heart fairly stop in your heart. it was over as soon as it started, joohyun pulling away and her eyes fluttering open.

she looked at you as if you’d been the one to kiss her.

“sorry.” joohyun said, releasing your elbow. her cheeks were nearly red, you realized, her gaze fixed on the brick wall by your side. she sniffled softly, and your heart dropped.

“hey, don’t cry,” you reached out to grab the sides of her arms. “why’re we talking like this? it’s not like you’re leaving tomorrow.”

“yeah, i know.” joohyun laughed once, her lip trembling. you could see the panic growing in her eyes, as she began to realize what had happened. she started backpedaling. “sorry, i just…i got emotional and…i’m being weird, i'm so sorry—”

“you’re not weird,” you replied gently, automatically. “well, not for feeling this way, anyway.”

joohyun finally looked up, and her beautiful face was tragically, nearly poetically distraught. your best friend was not frequently vulnerable, not even around her family or close friends. it was all the unbelievably similar ways the two of you aligned that seemed to set joohyun at ease, unlike with anybody else in her life.

so maybe this had happened because she had seen it in you, too; in the way you’d looked at her for the past ten years of your lives, falling in deep before you knew what any of it meant.

you threaded your arms around her neck, pulling her close into a tight embrace.

“you’re not weird.” you muttered, and turned to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. a thousand emotions settled in the eye of the storm, until nothing mattered but memorizing the girl in your arms. “none of this is weird at all.”

joohyun melted into your hold, and you knew the relief that was washing over her, because you could feel it, too.

the exhale of a love that could breathe for the first time.

#was this proofread enough?#probably not lol #red velvet fanfic #irene imagines #red velvet imagines #bae joohyun imagines #angst #hs!au

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