#kim lip imagines

[panda-writes-kpop]

we're never getting back together (like ever?) ~ kim lip

a/n: apologies for the bad pun, but I had to. 😌 this fic is in celebration of the birthday of my favorite (fucking) boomer @kingmaker-a - thank you for being such a great friend (and for the photocards and album). 💕 sorry for the excessive boomer jokes, but it must be done 🫡 also we've got another entry in the paladin! roommates au with more lore about the Paladins (and some bullshit I made up).

tw: paladin! reader kinda reads like an OC but hopefully you can ignore it, reader and lippie get wasted, one too many boomer jokes, alcohol, parties, hangovers, katie and mala being professional little shits ™️

summary: Your roommates are little shits, but you have to thank them for (indirectly) getting you and your ex back together. Perhaps this is a funny story that you can tell at your wedding, given that you and Kim Lip are sober enough to remember the day.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Laughter was a common noise in the Paladins' apartment. You all poked fun at each other from time to time (it was mostly Katie and Mala calling the rest of you boomers).

What concerns you this time, as you nurse your nasty hangover, is the two people laughing from a room away.

Katie's bubbly laughter rings out through the hallways and into the kitchen. Her laughter was usually accompanied an accusing finger from stealing her baked goods (Mala was the one who did the crime, but you did the time with an hour long lecture about personal property) or a brutal roast about your age.

Your joints may be getting old, but your ears are doing just fine since you pick up on the second person who's laughing.

It's Mala.

Mala and Katie were little shits on their own. Together, they could set fire to an entire neighborhood or wreck havoc to your social life.

As you nurse your hangover cure of choice, you're hoping that they're laughing over their choice of lighter fluid.

"What a boomer!" Katie says before dissolving into another fit of giggles.

Fuck.

You trudge into the living room, looking like shit from the night before. Whatever the youngest Paladins are up to, it's certainly no good.

"What are you two doing?" You mumble as Katie puts her phone away and blinks innocently at you.

Wolf in sheep's clothing, I swear.

"Nothing! Mala was just showing me some photos from last night."

With a smirk, Mala presents you with their phone.

This can't be good.

The first photo you see is a picture of Katie with her arms wrapped around Dami. She's laughing as Dami's trying to pull her in for a kiss.

Cute.

Scrolling to the left, you see a more formal picture of Mala standing next to Tzuyu. They're holding hands while not making eye contact with one another. You wonder how long they'll dance around their feelings for each other before one of them confesses.

You swipe again and again, seeing various photos of your friends and their friends. In one photo, Sparrow's knocked out on the ground, curled up in between Kazuha and Yunjin. In another, Neon and Siyeon cheers each other with wide smiles on their faces. There's even a group photo of the five of you that will definitely be a wallpaper on your phone or laptop.

You swipe again.

Then you see it.

A picture of you, drunk beyond recognition, holding a beer in one of your hands. There's nothing wrong with this photo, except you're not the only one in it.

Your other arm is wrapped around Kim Lip, who is wearing a stunning white dress. If your friends didn't know any better, they would assume that the two of you were drunken newlyweds.

The problem is, she's not your wife. She's not your girlfriend. You haven't been seen together in months since she's your ex.

Maybe you two had only dated for a few months, but you really liked her. She was a goofy loser, just like you. Your heart aches as you stare at the picture, wondering what could've been.

"Do you think he's seen it?" Katie shout-whispers as Mala sighs.

"Do you think he makes that face normally?"

"Did this get posted?" You softly ask as Mala and Katie immediately shut up. "Did. This. Get. Posted?"

"We didn't post it." Katie bites her lip before looking at you. "You did."

You toss Mala their phone before scrambling to grab yours from your pocket. When you unlock your phone and open Instagram, you notice your post right at the top with you and Kim Lip in the photo.

And it has 3,000 likes. Great.

"Ah, Jinsoul texted me last night and..." Katie trails off before playing with her hair.

"What did she say?"

"Check your messages."

You click on the message bubble in the top right corner as the menu changes in front of you. Once your messages load, you notice that Kim Lip's name is right at the top.

You click on the message without hesitating.

I saw your post.

Do you have time to meet?

I want to talk things through.

~

You shouldn't be here.

It's 11:35 a.m. - she's five minutes late.

Your friends aren't late as the two youngest Paladins are dressed in the worst disguises you've ever seen - fake mustaches and all.

A few tables away, Mala holds up their phone with scrolling text that reads: you've got this! just keep your calm and relax.

Katie then holds up their phone, and her scrolling message is: don't screw this up you fucking boomer.

There's something to be said about the duality of man between your two friends, but you can't say anything to them as Kim Lip enters the coffee shop.

You wonder if she knows that this is the same coffee shop you had your first date in.

And you're sitting in the same booth where she told you that she didn't have feelings for you anymore.

You still weren't over her, months later.

She's just as beautiful as the day you last saw her.

Katie's right - You're such a fucking simp.

"Hey." She gently tucks a small bit of hair behind her ear before setting her bag on the table. "Mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

Kim Lip slides into the booth beside you as you fiddles with the coffee up in front of you.

"Want anything to drink?" You offer before pulling your wallet from your pocket.

"No, I'm alright," She smiles for a moment before asking, "how are you feeling after last night?"

Terrible, I'm dealing with a headache in my brain and two headaches twenty feet away from me.

"A bit rough, but it's nothing that a little hangover cure can't fix." You take a sip of your drink before continuing. "But I'm sure that you didn't come here to just ask how I was feeling."

"Right," She shakes her head for a moment, "listen, I'm sorry about everything I said last night. It was completely unfair of me to dump all of my feelings onto you when you didn't ask for it."

You do your best to hide a surprised reaction, choosing to cough and cover your face with your hand instead.

What did she say? How drunk was I last night?

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Her eyebrow raises as you sheepishly nod. "Well, shit."

Kim Lip grabs her bag and pulls out her phone. She grabs her phone and quickly navigates to her gallery as you try to recall anything that happened last night.

I remember getting there, talking to a few friends, playing a bit of Truth or Drink... that's about it.

With a soft blush, she hands you her phone. You play the video, hoping that you didn't make an absolute fool of yourself.

You hear Jinsoul, the cameraman, laugh as she approaches the two of you. With tears streaming down her face, Kim Lip shakes your barely conscious form.

"I love you!" She screams into your face. "I miss you so much! I was such an idiot for dumping you. Please, please, please take me back!"

You don't even blink at her confession - how fucked up were you? - as she continuous to blubber in your ear.

The video ends with Jinsoul laughing again - you understand why her and Katie are friends after that debacle.

"So?" Her eyes meet yours as you hand her the phone back.

"Did you mean any of that?" You honestly ask as she pauses.

"I- I did." She bows her head as you take a pause of your own to process what she's said.

"I missed you." You hate how desperate you sound, but it's the truth.

You'd do anything for a second chance, and by the way her eyes lit up at your words, you think she feels the same way.

"I'd like that drink now, if you don't mind." She smiles as you sigh.

"Once I get rid of those two, sure," You vaguely gesture towards Katie and Mala, "I don't need them interfering in my boomer romance."

"They still call you a boomer?"

"They haven't stopped."

She laughs as a lovesick grin appears on your face.

"I don't mind them, really," You say, "They're just-"

"-annoying? overprotective? hilarious?" Kim Lip takes a few guesses as your eyes widen.

"-betting on us?" You say, astonished, as you witness Mala hand Katie a handful of money. "Those little hustlers!"

You go to stand up, but Kim Lip grabs your arm and pulls you back down.

"Careful, boomer, you might pull a muscle." She teases before winking at the two little shits who are laughing in the corner.

"That sounds like a you problem, since you'll be the one taking me home." You smile as she laughs.

"As long as we go home together, I don't mind what happens next." Kim Lip says, and you find yourself agreeing.

Perhaps there's still room for love in a boomer's old, tired heart.

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[kingmaker-a]

Troublemaker | Kim Jungeun

Hogwarts AU

Related: Ecdysis, You're a Keeper

Slytherin Prefect Reader x Gryffindor Troublemaker Kim Lip

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to Lovers(?), Reader is a stickler for the rules, Jungeun is usually up to something, references to other fics

Premise: Jungeun has been a pain in your side ever since you became a prefect. You've lost count of how much time you've lost holding her through detention. However, as the year slowly draws to a close, one routine patrol has you questioning why she causes trouble.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I was originally supposed to get this out on her birthday but life ended up happening, so happy valentines instead!

It’s hard to find the truth through tasseled moonlight, wooden oak creaks under every footfall. 

You know what you see. 

Sunset orange fades to luscious black waves, it clicks like a puzzle piece, a reminder of her haunt, the boathouse afloat Black Lake. 

So why was she here? 

Wind howls through every nook and cranny of the astronomy tower, creeping through the gaps in your cloak. 

Still, she's unceasing in the biting, uncaring cold, much like the orrery that calls the tower home. 

Much like you. 

“Tch,” your tongue clicks at the roof of your mouth, frustration boils below the surface as you roll your neck. 

She doesn't shift, doesn't budge an inch in the face of your restrained frustration. 

A subtle kindness given your history. 

Your thumb runs over the cold metal of your badge. Too many detentions to count. 

At least half of them could've been avoided, if she didn’t look so smug, beaming with an almost arrogant pride. 

Like she wanted to be caught. 

Yet, there’s none of that, here in this moment. 

“Kim,” you beckon, foot bouncing. At least you didn’t have to deal with her much longer. 

Her head slinks between her shoulders, leaning deeper against the railing. 

You roll your eyes, why your safe haven of all places?

She sighs and you hate the way it tugs, pulls you closer. If she hears your approach, she makes no acknowledgement, her eyes linger on the courtyard far below. 

Your ears prickle against the sound of metal against metal, slight and faint. Your eyes remain focused, diligent, plucking out the distant paired silhouettes, one Gryffindor, one Slytherin. 

She scoffs when you take your spot next to her, elbows resting against the railing. You can't help the scowl that burns across your lips as you lean forward, too preoccupied with your prefect duties. 

It’s a brief glance at her that paints the picture, melancholic and lost. 

Your eyes trace back over the figures, you can practically feel the pulse of animosity and conflict, it burns in the Slytherin’s veins. 

Hyeju and Keeper. 

“You know if it bothers you so much, they are breaking curfew.” It’s unlike you to offer a kindle of warmth, unlike you at least, when it comes to her. 

That's why you're not surprised when she laughs, unable to reel it in as she keels against the railing. 

Her hair ripples with sunlight for the briefest moments, her laughter waters her eyes as her fingers stem the flow. 

“You know,” her words are like the first bite into decadent chocolate. “No one would believe me if I told them you were funny.” 

There’s a wistfulness to her smile as her eyes languish back to the courtyard, it’s frail, drought with something unspoken. There’s a slight gleam to her eyes as she settles, tentatively, on you. 

“It’s fine, really.” She falters underneath your serious gaze, choosing to focus on the night sky. You catch the slightest glint of something metallic in her hand, red and gold. It catches against the moonlight before she finally palms it. “If anything it’s my fault.”

Her eyes crinkle as she offers another smile, another attempt in reassurance. 

This wasn’t your dynamic, it’s always been an accustomed silence in detention. Aside from the brief arguments she paints in her defense, it’s never been more than that.

Yet, something shifts, under the shade of her melancholy. Perhaps, the night brings with it, its own sort of magic.

You take a deep breath, eyes cast asunder through the dark crevices of the night. 

“What’s on your mind Kim?”

The wind howls in those few silent, fraught seconds. You miss the luster of moonlight that flashes through her hair.

She scoffs, reality crashes against her in a gigantic wave. It’s an odd comfort to have you of all people check up on her. You don’t notice the way her eyes linger on you with a shaky edge.

Her eyes trail yours, gliding against speckled fairy dust. 

Her breath grows shaky, wheezing with a poor attempt at a laugh. 

“A lot.”

Her words weigh heavy with the black that mars her hair. She almost sinks lower under your gaze.

Orange has always been one of your favorite colors, even in spite of Jungeun’s insipid antics. 

Somehow, part of you misses the flare of orange. Even if it often spelt the loss of your own free time.

Metal grinds against the railing, a nervous twitch. 

“Run me through it, Jungeun.” It’s not often that your voice is painted with a soft velvet, even more so in her company. 

You can’t help but arch an eyebrow as she whines, shrinking against the railing. Her hair runs adrift with waves of moonlight.

It’s hard to pick out, against the moonlight. But part of you swears there’s the slightest hint of rosy pink.

She steadies herself, tugged ashore by a deep breath as her hair returns to a deep obsidian black. 

You two have never been particularly close.

But there’s something held in the cloisters of the astronomy tower, that almost makes it feel otherwise.

“Do you like Keeper?” 

Her eyebrows scrunch, pulled together at the ends by a rough indignance. It slowly softens, lingering like a fading wave.

Her voice is small, soft like flakes of snow. 

“No.” 

Her lips scrunch, almost wincing as she says it. 

“Not romantically at least…”

There’s something that catches on her breath as she looks at you, forlorn and lost. Her eyes shimmer like glass as her lips quiver.

It’s odd to see her offer a smile to you of all people, caught in the dust of those frail, heart aching moments.

It falters and slips, crashing against the ground like a glass of wine. 

For the first time you’re hesitant.

If she was any of your other peers, you’d pull her close like a held breath.

Perhaps it is the house of the lion that holds her strong as she offers a weak laugh. Her teeth flare into an almost ironic smile.

“I said, I’d always have their back.” Her grip tightens against the railing, knuckles twisting into a bone white. “...and I didn’t-”

You can’t help the smile that burns across your lips, settling into a soft smirk.

“You told Yoongi about the tea shop.”

It’s hard to ignore the enjoyment you feel as she deflates, eyes pointed like a dagger.

“You know you’re ruining the fun.”

“Isn’t that my job?”

She rolls her eyes with an annoyed knowing groan. In spite of it all, her lips curve into a soft, curious smile.

She offers you her hand, the moment is soft and almost poignant. 

If not for the object held in her palm.

It glimmers softly in the moonlight.

A Gryffindor prefect badge.

“It might be my job soon,” her hair brims with the slightest hint of life, the darkest shade of orange you can imagine.

The details aren’t lost on you, as irrelevant as they might be. The badge in its own way, being a weird, twisted sort of inheritance, set forth by Kim ‘Sua’ Bora.

She had always been brash and confident almost arrogantly so, but you never expected her to end up bedridden in St. Mungo’s.

There is something to be said about lions not being ravens.

“You don’t sound too enthused,” your voice clings to the eves, between the sparkle held between distant stars.

Her smile falters, scraped off like flaking paint. “I-... yeah.”

The orrery ticks away, unceasing in its ministrations. You can taste the cold edge of the night air, it creeps in, snuffing the flame of any words that burn at your throat.

She turns to you, eyes soft like sugar glass. 

“...You really don’t have anything to say huh?” It’s hard to notice that which goes unsaid in her voice, it’s a spattering of paints, messy and troublesome. It tastes of melancholy, yet it burns with the poison of something else entirely.

She laughs with an almost throaty derision, the punchline to an unspoken joke.

“You really don’t care huh?” She scoffs, her voice echoing with wounds and scars, her hair burns an almost violent shade of orange. “I’ve been a pain in your ass since you became a prefect.”

Her teeth grit together like sandstone and gravel. It’s hard to ignore the way her eyebrows twitch and tense as it all slowly fades under a shaky breath.

So too does the orange, fading into the familiar shade of sunset orange, that you’d come to know. 

The exact same shade that was your favorite.

She laughs weakly, as if it should be obvious. 

But you don’t see the joke.

“...Fuck,” she wheezes, there’s a dreary fatigue that clings to every syllable. “I know we’re not close, but nothing? Not even a hint of annoyance? Frustration at whoever was stupid enough to sign off on this mess?”

She was right… That is a lot.

Her hand presses into her face, fingers eventually settling on the bridge of her nose. Her breathing, seethes, boiling with a frothing edge.

There’s something that lingers on the tip of her tongue, a snake ready to pounce, violent and eager.

“Are you done Jungeun?” 

Despite all that brims below the surface, she pulls back, lips settling into the slightest scowl. Her eyes burn with a defiant heat, even if nothing else leaves her lips.

She’s ready to jump at any mistake or sign of weakness. Sadly for her, there will be no such moment.

“Who,” It’s felt in your tone, rigid and cold like the harshest winter. You push forward prodding with an annoyed arch of a brow.

“Do you think Headmistress Kwon,” each word pushes her back as her feet stumble desperately to keep pace. The blood of the snake salivates at the surprise that echoes in her eyes. “Went to first?”

Her back catches against ancient stone, her hands holding her steady. 

… She’s beautiful, painted lovingly by the moonlight. It’s hard not to smile, it really is. 

She gulps nervously as she looks up at you, the fire of trouble and rebellion snuffed under your gaze. 

You place a hand just shy of her face, the ancient stone of Hogwarts is cool to the touch. 

She twitches anxiously, gaze turning away from you, cast out towards the pale moonlight. 

She's a far cry from the girl who stood before you mere moments before, even further still from the troublemaker you had come to know. 

A memory sticks out to you, a question from Minji on the eve of your fifth year. It’s odd the way you can trace the anxiety, inch by inch. 

“What's your favorite color?”

It’s hard to miss the way she squirms under your prolonged gaze, much like she did back then. 

You smile, fingers trailing through the strands that frame her face. She can't help the way she nuzzles into your touch, her lips curving into the smallest smile. 

Your thumb caresses her cheek, tugging ever so softly,“you really are trouble, you know?”

Her smile deepens as she loses herself in your eyes. Her hand clasps over yours pulling your touch deeper. 

“You finally noticed huh?” her voice reduced to a soft velveteen. Part of you still hates the cocky, coy smile that blooms across her lips. 

But you’re too focused on the fingers that linger against your chin, coaxing you forward with her half lidded eyes. 

She kisses you. 

Her lips ache with tentative softness, an anxious worry that you can taste in those chaste moments between two. 

A smile licks its way across her lips, eyes lingering with a rosy hue. 

“Only for you.”

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[flooffybits]

Bump in the Road

Idol: Loona

marshmallow: Hi! I really love your works and ur one of my favorite writers in this app🥺 I'm not sure if request are open or not. But can I request loona 13th member maknae having a special stage performance (with other idols) for MAMA. And she's so nervous and not satisfied with her dance. And she keeps messing up due to how nervous she is. And she struggles to manage herself due to their heavy schedules that would end late at night, her homeworks and her dance practice with the choreographer making her overworked and eventually passing out in the practice room. If it's too hard for you. It's okay ig🥺♥️ It's been on my mind 24/7 

A/n: i was honestly not sure which song to pick at first but this seemed fitting. also i apologize for the delay and i hope you like it!

Word count: 4.8k

☕buy me a coffee☕

Being an idol didn’t mean you stopped feeling starstruck whenever you were in the presence of other idols. As a matter of fact, it’s because you’re an idol that gets the chance of meeting others in real life that makes you even more nervous when you step into the practice room your manager directed you to.

Your members couldn’t come with you due to their own schedules, but they all wished you well for your preparation in your special stage for MAMA. You were a nervous wreck being around Itzy’s very own Choi Jisu and then (G)I-dle’s Nicha Yontararak due to them being your seniors, but you were even more nervous when you were fully introduced, Weeekly’s Park Soeun coming a little later than she intended and darn was her energy overwhelming you.

They were all very friendly, but given the fact that you were the youngest in this little unit made you squirm, sitting a little farther away before Jisu noticed.

“Y/n, come on, we’re not going to bite you.” She giggled while waving you over, noting the awkward air around you. “Lia is right, there’s no need to be so shy.” Nicha agreed with a kind smile. “If you want, we can just sit and talk before actually discussing the distribution and choreography.” You shift a little closer to Soeun as she happily beams at you.

“I promised the unnies that I would take care of you, so don’t worry.” Soeun tells you, throwing her arm around your shoulders once you were near enough and pulling you into a warm hug. “Sorry, I’m just… a little nervous.” You tell them and Jisu coos before poking your cheek. "Hey, we're all friends here. There's no need for that." She says in an attempt to cheer you up, but it does little in easing your concerns.

There were a whole lot of expectations on your shoulders due to this performance, but aside from that, you had upcoming tests to think about, too. Thinking about the amount of homework and studying you had piling up, you weren't sure if you would be able to do a good job with this.

But you're able to put those on pause as you begin to practice with the other three idols. The steps weren't new, you already recall most of the parts since you've watched Blackpink's performance a handful of times. But that didn't mean it was always easy.

"Welcome home! How was practice today?" Chaewon was the first to greet you with a smile as soon as you trudged into the dorms, exhausted after a long day. "It was fine, we're almost done." You reply as you take off your shoes and change into your house slippers.

"You look tired." Jinsol notes with a pout when she sees your posture. Though she has bad posture herself, she knows that you were always making sure to fix your own. This time though, she sees the way your shoulders are hunched, your bag strapped to only one, making it droop lower than the other.

With a weak smile, you wave off her concern as you head for your room. "I'm okay, just going to clean up and then do some last minute studying." You inform them, making the older woman's pout deepen whilst Chaewon only frowned. "Be sure to get some sleep." She tells you and you can't help but giggle a little. "Says the one who stays up until four in the morning."

"Hey!"

With one quick goodnight, you enter your room and change into more comfortable clothing before hopping into bed. With your desk lamp turned on, you cast your eyes around the room and smile a little to yourself when you see your roommates all sleeping peacefully in their beds. With that in mind, you keep any possible sound to a minimum as you start on your homeworks.

Since some of them aren't due for a while, you prioritized the ones that had a closer due date. Though you do get stuck on a few of them, especially with your essays since you weren't too sure about your grammar.

You don't even notice the rustling of the sheets from across your bed or the figure peeking out. You only know that someone's awake once your bed dips and a warm body presses against your side, nuzzling your shoulder.

"What are you still doing up?" You hear the sleepy voice ask, her eyes still shut as she laid her head against your shoulder. "I'm just finishing some homework, unnie." You say quietly, gently petting her hair as you lean into her.

Though her warmth was tempting, you quickly turned your eyes back on your papers while she pulled you impossibly closer. "It's late and you had practice the whole day." She mumbles into your shoulder and you hum in agreement before answering. "I'm almost done with this. I'll finish the others tomorrow." She makes a noise of content, though doesn't move to leave your bed.

While you hurriedly finish off your homework and put your materials away, you take a peek at the girl beside you before giggling and then turning your lamp off. She wakes a little at the movement but when she sees that you're getting ready for bed, she only smiles before snuggling closer to you. There's a mumbled goodnight from her and you close your eyes while allowing her to wrap herself around you.

"Goodnight, Yerim unnie."

..

"Unnie, I have to get going." You complain when Haseul continues to fuss over you, her brows pinched together as she made sure you had everything. "I just want to be sure that you have everything." The leader explained while checking over your homework.

When she deems it okay, she finally hands them back before patting your head as Kahei hands you a lunchbox. "Good luck today and don't push yourself too hard, alright?" You give them a tiny little salute before turning to leave the kitchen, only to collide into another person.

"You're leaving already?" You're held by the shoulders to not lose your balance by the group's resident rabbit. Heejin looks at you with a smile and you mirror it with a nod. "I don't want to be late for school, unnie." You answer and she purses her lips a little before nodding her head in understanding. "You have to head straight to practice after, right?"

When you nod one more time, she sighs before taking your hand and bringing you back to your shared room. "Uh, unnie?" You call out and she only opens up the box she has beside her bed before slipping a few packs of bread inside your bag.

"I'll try to come and visit you later to make sure you eat. Lip unnie said that you shouldn't be skipping meals so I'm making sure you have something to eat in between breaks." The first girl explained and you can't help but smile at your members' thoughtfulness. "Thank you, unnie."

Heejin lets you go with a big hug and the rest of your members present at the dorm all bid you farewell when you exit the dorms.

You're able to keep the smile on your face for a good portion of the day. But halfway through your classes, you start to feel your exhaustion taking its toll on your body when you can barely keep your eyes open.

Every class is like a battle of pure will when your pen starts to slow down in its note taking and you have to force your eyes to stay open. Though when the bell rings to indicate that your class is over, you jump a little, startled awake and forcing you to look up at the board.

People were already exiting the room, and when you look at the time, you move out of your seat to gather your things before heading out. Given you didn't have that many friends at school since Yeojin graduated.

It wasn't as though she were your only friend, but since the incident at your last school, you weren't particularly quick to be friends with others. Most of the friends you made were a year older and have left, but you did have at least three people you considered friends in your class.

You were just far too busy to get to talk to them at the moment with your tight schedules.

"Y/n!"

A squeak comes from you when someone calls your name, the sound of a car honking accompanies it. Looking behind you, you see Hyunjin waving happily at you with Jiwoo next to her. They're both grinning and waving you over.

"What are you guys doing here?" You ask curiously and Hyunjin opens the door for you to hop in. "We came to pick you up. Let's go, you don't want to be late." Hyunjin says when she takes your bag as Jiwoo reaches over to hug you, overly excited as she gives you a little shake.

Hyunjin makes a face, given she's stuck in the middle before pulling you both apart. "I'm right here!" She complained and you beam before pressing a kiss to her cheek. The cat gives you a push, but you can see the way she tries to fight off her smile.

"You guys didn't have to come all the way here." You tell them and Hyunjin ruffles your hair whilst Jiwoo pouts. "But we wanted to! You've been very busy and we wanted to see how you were." The older woman explained before pointing at your manager. "Oppa said we could drop you off but we can't stay too long."

Hyunjin pats her arm in a comforting manner while the man in the front chuckled. "I told you already, you have your own schedule today." He reminds and Jiwoo groans in protest. "But my maknae!"

"Our." Hyunjin promptly corrects, making laughter bubble from your throat. "It's not fair though! Ten minutes isn't going to hurt anyone!" Jiwoo went on and your manager could only sigh while shaking his head. "You know the rules, Chuu."

But said woman only huffs in disdain before turning to you. "Can't you make him?" She pleads and you coo a little at her expression before reluctantly denying her request. "Unnie, you're gonna see the performance eventually."

"Plus, maknae is going to be home later so it's not like you won't see her again." Hyunjin adds, though she admittedly did want to spend a little more time with you. "But she always comes home when I'm sleeping. Choerry only woke up that one time and got to cuddle."

You smile softly at the older girl before taking her hand as you rest your head on Hyunjin's shoulder. "I'll go to your bed tonight. How does that sound?"

By the way her whole face lit up, she was more than okay with that offer.

..

"Are you alright, Y/n?" You look behind you when Nicha comes walking over, a worried look on her features after she's noticed how you were constantly reviewing your practice. "Yeah, I was just checking to see if I could improve anything, unnie." You explain with a puff of air. "I feel like I need to practice a little more."

She blinks at your words before crouching down to place a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Take a deep breath for me." She suddenly instructed and you're a little confused as to why, but seeing the look on her face had you obeying, sucking in a deep breath and then slowly letting it out.

She adds a squeeze to your shoulder before finally sitting in front of you. "We still have some time to practice, but don't overwork yourself." She states softly. "Don't be so hard on yourself, okay?"

Her words stick to you throughout the entirety of practice. Even though you were trying to keep a clear mind, you still couldn't help but think about how you had to be perfect with the choreography. The small suggestion from the choreographer had you assuming that you weren't doing as well as you had hoped and the other three idols with you looked a little concerned when they noticed your silence.

"Yah, Y/n! Are you okay?" Soeun asked when she walked closer to you, spotting the frown that's beginning to form on your face. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking a little. I suddenly remembered my homework." You cringe at how lame that sounded, but she looked more than understanding. "I forgot that you're still in school."

Taking a quick look around, the older girl turned back to you with a kind smile. "Mind if I have a look at it?" She stretches her hand out to you and you quickly panic a little at her offer. "Oh! You don't have to, unnie. It's okay!"

But she waves your worries away. "Come on. We're a team, that means we help each other." As reluctant as you were, her persuasion manages to get you to grab your bag and show her the remainder of your homework. So while the four of you were on break, Soeun opted to sit by and help you as you worked.

"What's all this?" Jisu asks when she and Nicha finally decide to check on the two of you. Soeun points to you before grinning. "I'm helping Y/n with their homework."

You're too busy thinking over what you're doing to even notice the two older women. It's only when Jisu sits beside you to look over your shoulder did you snap out of concentration.

"Don't mind me. Keep going." She urges you to continue with your work before you turn back to your paper, sighing softly as your brows pinched together. "I'm stuck." You mumble quietly, a pout visible on your features and she can't help cooing at your expression before pinching your cheek. "What's the problem?"

You bring up the essay that's barely put together and Jisu carefully takes it from your hands. You watch as she reads what you've done so far and Nicha sits beside her to check too. "This is good, maybe try avoiding writing too much?" She suggests while pointing to one part. "You can be concise without dragging on details." Nicha agrees and you nod your head, noting their suggestions as you start to write again.

The three of them help you figure out the rest of your essay before you collectively remember that you had to go back to practice. You remind them of the time and it's not long before everyone is back into positions and trying again.

That's how the next few days follow. You manage to do bits of studying in between your practices, but eventually you find yourself growing more and more restless. One time during your breaks, you had to take a look around before frowning when you saw how the other three were able to flawlessly go through the choreography whilst you still stumbled every few times because of how your mind would constantly flit back to your homework.

You begin to feel bad whenever you had to ask the others for help, and you felt a little worse when you had slipped next to Jiwoo that one night as promised and had her cling to you the rest of the night.

You knew they were worried about you, too. It was clear whenever you came home much later than you should be. Sooyoung had to carry you to bed once when you bumped into her in the hallway to your room. She saw just how tired you looked, and with how your body sank into her embrace when she wrapped her arms around you, there was no way she would let you stay up later to study some more.

"Y/n doesn't look too good." Hyeju muttered as she brought her mug to her lips. "They were dead asleep when I checked on them." She added softly and Yerim sighed loudly while sinking into the couch. "She needs to sleep some more." She muttered while glancing at your shared room. "I can't wait for her to graduate. That would be a big weight off her shoulders."

"Wait, doesn't Y/n have school today?" Yeojin asked, confusion clear on her face when she checked the date and Hyeju gestured towards Jungeun and Kahei as they busied themselves in the kitchen. "The unnies said that one day wouldn't hurt." Hyeju answers quietly while staring down at her drink, quietly contemplating on what to do to possibly help you.

Yeojin takes that time to get up and check on what the older members are doing. However, as soon as she reaches your door, it bursts open and you stumble right into her in a hurry.

The two of you end up sprawled on the floor before you're scrambling to your feet, pulling the other up with you as apologies left your mouth in a frenzy. Yeojin had to place both her hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes, the best her height could let her.

"Y/n, inhale." You blink but quickly do as she says, inhaling deeply. "Now exhale." Again, you follow her instructions and slowly breathe out, earning a smile from the second maknae. "Good. Now why do you look so panicked?" She inquires and the worry is back as soon as she does. "I'm late for school."

When the words finally leave your lips, Yeojin lets out another breath before taking your hand and then pulling you to join them on the couch, never mind what she was planning to do in the first place.

"You're not going to school today." Hyeju informs you once you're seated and you blink a couple times, making your present roommate giggle. "We can't have you skipping practice but the unnies said you could skip one day of school so you could rest a little." They see that you're about to protest, so Hyeju quickly shuts you down before you can try. "We already asked our managers and they said you get a free pass today."

"... But my homeworks?"

"Already taken cared of." Haseul enters the room with Jungeun before petting your head. "Lip and I went to drop your homework off." She answers before placing down her purse. "We've also talked to some of your teachers and explained the situation so you don't have to worry too much." Jungeun adds when she sits next to you and stretches her legs.

Even with your older members' assurances, you still felt a little queasy with not being able to do these things yourself. You appreciated the help, of course, but you just couldn't seem to sit still.

And Yeojin was quick to notice.

"Y/n, it's just one day. You'll be headed for practice in a couple of hours, so don't think too much about it." She tries to reason and you glance at her before taking in another deep breath just as Jungeun places a hand on your knee, warm and comforting.

For the remaining hours, you sit with your members, doing your best to partake in conversation. Jinsol manages to calm you in the process, pulling you into her arms and cuddling you on the couch while Heejin and Chaewon talk about the brownies the latter had prepared a few days prior. You dozed off somewhere in between the conversation and Jinsol was more than happy to let you nap before you had to leave again.

"Y/n! How are you?" Jisu asks cheerfully when she sees you enter the room and Nicha gives you a quick hug. "I've been alright." It wasn't entirely true given your exhaustion, but they didn't need to be bothered by that. Your performance wasn’t too far away so you didn’t need any more distractions.

Soeun happily bounds over to you, nearly tackling you in a hug when she’s within arms reach. “I can’t believe it’s almost time! I’m going to miss hanging out with you!” She whines and you smile a little while patting her back. “We can still see each other after. Just text me and we’ll set a date.” You promise, Nicha nodding in agreement. “Yeah, Y/n is right. We can still hang out when we’re free.” She agrees while ruffling your hair and Jisu's face brightens before she's searching for her phone and holding it up.

"Let's take a picture!"

Neither you nor Soeun could decline as the two older girls each gave you a hug before taking the picture with the two of you giggling. Jisu plans to take another one once the performance is over, but the picture she managed to take now was perfect on its own.

Right after that, you all fall into routine and start practicing. Polishing was important and you kept a critical eye on your movements to make sure that you were doing everything right. Since you felt like you'd been slacking off, you made sure that you put extra effort into this practice since you wouldn't be meeting on the weekend. You had your other schedules to attend to and you needed to practice for Loona's performance too.

You're nearing the end of the performance, but right as you hear your part before the beat changes, you're hit with a wave of nausea. What caused it, you're not too sure but you're off your feet in seconds.

You had to shut your eyes and focus on your breathing. Your ears were ringing and the girls' voices were all muffled. You could only feel as if your head was placed on someone's lap and trying to ground you back, but due to your worn out state, you find it hard to get your eyes to open again.

By the time you come to, you were surprised to see your dimly lit bedroom. Slowly sitting up, you examine your surroundings before confirming that you were at the dorms.

"Hey, you." A soft voice gathered your attention and you found Sooyoung standing at your door, concern plastered all over her features. "How are you feeling?" She asks while stepping inside, a tray with food and water on it that she places on your bedside table.

She takes a seat next to you once her hands are free and your brows pinch together. "My head hurts a little, but… how did I get home?" You ask quietly, earning a sigh from the older girl before she's ushering you to lean back. "Chuu got a call from Lia. She said you passed out so Vivi unnie and Choerry went to pick you up since they were on their way back." She explains and you instantly grow quiet when you remember that you were with other people.

"We told you to take care of yourself, Y/n. What happened?" She's not mad. Even though she wants to scold you, her expression screams anything but anger. She's genuinely worried about your wellbeing and she wants to make sure that you're okay.

And that only made you feel worse because you know that the rest of your members felt the same.

"I…" Sucking in a deep breath, you pull your knees to your chest. "I was nervous…" You finally say aloud. "A lot was happening at school and I didn't want to fall back while making sure I did well with the performance too." You weren't the best when it came to time management, but the added pressure only made things worse for you.

Sooyoung could see the stress piling up and she could finally understand what you were going through. So with a sigh, she brushed your hair from your face before cupping your cheeks. "You need to take breaks in between. I know that you want to be perfect, but the truth is there's only so much we can do as people." She says firmly, ensuring that you're listening to everything she's saying. "You've been doing your best and that's what matters. You have people around you who are supporting you, so let yourself lean on us too."

Withdrawing her hands, Sooyoung gives you a small smile when she stands up. "Be more careful with yourself, alright?" When you give her a small nod, Sooyoung leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Sleep tight, kiddo."

While it is still a bit of a struggle to get rid of your habit of pushing yourself to the limit, your members make sure to watch you and help you relax to the best of their abilities. Your roommates make sure to get you in bed on time while Yeojin and Heejin opt to help you with studying to ensure that you understood the things you had troubles understanding before.

They make sure to keep a pace that they're sure you could follow and Jinsol is soon joining in, more than happy to be a helping hand. Plus, she would shower you with praise whenever you managed to grasp the concept they were teaching well.

Kahei makes sure you're eating properly. While she knows that it wasn't your intention, the girls figured out that you were forgetting to eat your meals on time. When it's time for lunch, she either calls you to join her and some of the other girls or brings the food to you if you're too busy with homework.

She knows that the girls helping you study will make sure you eat.

Everything runs smoothly from there, and without even realizing, it was finally the day of your performance.

"Y/n!"

Your body was thrown back a bit by the sudden force of someone colliding into you. And when you craned your head to check, you couldn't help but smile when you recognize Soeun's face. "How are you feeling?" She asks when she pulls away and you see Nicha and Jisu over her shoulder, both approaching you with smiles on their faces.

"I've been better. The unnies made sure I rested over the weekend." You tell them and Nicha beams before pinching your cheeks. "You better have. You made us worried during practice." She scolds lightly and you smile apologetically. "I know, and I'm really sorry for scaring you guys." You apologize before Jisu squeezed your hand.

"Well, seeing that you're all good now… ready to take the stage?" She asks carefully and you grin at all three of them. "Let's show them what we're made of."

The sound of fans cheering and fellow artists clapping as the platform rose and the spotlight found your figures. You inhaled to calm your nerves before raising your head, smiling when you spotted your members among the sea of people, and they all grinned back with a few waving happily.

As the familiar sound of Forever Young by Blackpink began to play, the screaming only grew louder throughout your performance as you all executed each step right. Weaving through each formation while you sang to your heart's content, the four of you enjoyed the stage while basking in the attention everyone gave you.

Glancing at each other, you threw smirks at the crowd. "Your girls are the revolution!"

If you didn't think the crowd could get any louder, that moment definitely proved you wrong as the roar of the crowd reached your ears. You could see a handful of other artists enjoying the performance too and you were more than relieved up until you reached the last pose with Soeun throwing an arm around your shoulders and Jisu wrapping her own around your waist.

While you did follow a majority of the original choreography, the four of you decided to have your own fun with the ending, and it looked like the perfect fit with how hyped up everyone had gotten with your performance.

Once backstage, the four of you are in another group hug, congratulating each other on a job well done. "Let's take a picture before we have to go!" Jisu exclaimed, excitedly pulling at Soeun's arm while Nicha hooked her arm with yours as you smiled at the camera, feeling much lighter now that the performance was over.

While you were nervous at first, the process did help you gain some new friends. But even when you were meeting them outside your schedules and getting over the nervousness of being an idol, you know that you always had people you could count on.

At the end of the day, your members would always be there to cheer you on and support you no matter how hard things might appear.

"Good job, kiddo! We knew you could do it!" Jungeun clapped your back before giving you a hug right before Jiwoo barreled into you and squeezed tightly. "You were so cool! I didn't know you could rap like that!"

"Good job, Y/n. We're really proud of you." Haseul beamed while pinching your cheek and Yeojin bounced happily while shaking your arm. "And to make it better, you're finally graduating next month!"

Yeah, you were more than content with yourself this time.

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[hotlink907]

request: Kim Lip fic based on this picture, involving feet

pairing: Kim Lip x reader

genre: fluffy, light smut

warnings: there’s foot stuff. don’t read if you don’t like.

It had been another long day of practice. There was only one way to maintain the level of skill needed to operate as one of the most talented girl groups in the world, and that was through hard work. You didn’t mind it. It was part of what you were required to do, and you did it without complaint.

But at the end of some days, you were just so exhausted. Your members were exhausted too, even if a lot of them tried to not show it. You were always so proud of them for how they handled things. The path to becoming LOONA hadn’t been easy, and even after debut, things hadn’t gotten any easier.

But even though you were tired, you weren’t ready to sleep yet. You had been looking forward to the end of the day all through practice for two reasons. One, so you could take a long shower. And two, you could spend some time with Kim Jungeun.

The two of you weren’t exactly dating. Not really. But at this point, there had been a number of occasions when the two of you had ended up in her bed, unable to keep your hands to yourself. Neither of you had talked about what it meant yet. But that was okay. There was time to figure things out.

You had showered in her dorm room. It wasn’t the first time you had done that either. She had been in bed, bundled up in blankets when you had come in and quietly closed the door behind you. At first, you had thought that she was asleep. But then, as you were entering into the bathroom, you had heard her say, “Don’t take too long, alright?”

You were hurriedly drying yourself off with those words in mind, hoping that she wasn’t asleep by the time you got out.

You hopped out of the bathroom quickly, and you saw that your fears had been for nothing. Not only was she still awake, but she was out of the blankets, laying on her stomach, with her legs up, crossed a little, her bare feet visible behind her.

Your stomach flipped and you swallowed. She always looked amazing. There was something just a little otherworldly about her, and it captivated you.

“You hurried,” she said in a teasing tone. “Eager for something?”

“Maybe,” you said, gently lowering yourself onto the bed beside her, your eyes roaming over her body, all the way down her legs to the tips of her toes.

“Anything in particular?” she asked, rolling over onto her back and putting her legs straight up into the air, propping them against the wall.

“Maybe,” you said again, reaching out and running your hand down her leg. Her skin was smooth and freshly cleaned--she must have just gotten out of the shower.

Jungeun let out a sigh of satisfaction. “That’s nice,” she said. She always enjoyed your touch after a long day of rehearsal.

“Here,” you said, leaning yourself against the wall. “Give me your legs.”

She didn’t hesitate, moving out of her stretching position and gently placing her legs on your lap, her feet just extending off your other leg. You started to gently work your hands on her thighs, giving her muscles the attention they needed.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“I should be thanking you,” you said.

“Really?” she asked with a little twinkle in her eye. “Any reason why?”

“Because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all day,” you said slyly. “Those shorts you were wearing...?”

“Maybe I did that on purpose,” Jungeun said, sighing and closing her eyes with satisfaction as your hands moved down, closer to her toned calves. “Maybe this was what I wanted.”

“You could have just asked,” you said.

“This is more fun,” Jungeun said.

Your eyes met hers. There was a lot of unspoken things between the two of you. For now, maybe things were better off that way. There would time in the future to figure it all out.

Your hands were past her calves now, and you were holding one of her feet. You began to lightly press your thumbs into the sole of her foot, kneading slightly. Her skin was soft and milky white.

You took one of your hands and began to trace patterns on the top of her foot. You lightly dragged the tips of your fingers across her skin and watched her shiver. “Good?” you asked.

She nodded. “Feels amazing.”

You were glad to hear it. You had been trying to hide it, but every time the two of you ended up like this, you had a hard time keeping your eyes (and hands) off her feet. No one else had ever really affected you like this, but for some reason, she did.

Sometimes, you thought she realized it too, because she did things that almost felt like she was teasing you. Wiggling her toes, dangling a sandal... but she never said anything about it. This, at least, was a good way to see how she felt about it. And so far, she seemed to be responding quite positively.

You switched to her other foot, working your thumbs on the muscles of her sole. She closed her eyes and leaned back, and you could see the tension just evaporating from her body.

“You’ve been wanting to do this for awhile, haven’t you?” Jungeun asked.

You looked up sharply, unable to control your reaction. Did she mean...? “It’s okay,” said Jungeun reassuringly. “I just wanted you to know that I... noticed.” Your hands were still working, but you felt your face turning red. She had known?

“I’m glad,” she said, with a contented sigh. “This is exactly what I needed.”

“Oh,” you said, unsure of how to proceed. But you didn’t take your hands off her feet. Not yet.

She looked at you, her eyes suggestive. “Do you want a taste?” You blushed even harder. “W-what? You mean...?” She nodded. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You hesitated. Was she kidding? Did she really want you to...? You had to admit, you did want to. It was far from the first time you had thought about it. But to actually do it was a whole different story. You glanced down at her feet. At her perfectly manicured toes. And you realized suddenly that not only did you want to, but you had to. You needed it. You didn’t know why, but the urge was suddenly overwhelming.

And so you did it.

It felt like you were moving in slow motion, but you adjusted yourself so that you were at her feet, her toes right in front of your face. You could feel her eyes on you, and you knew that you were still bright red, but you didn’t care. She hadn’t just given you permission. She had asked you to do it.

And then, you leaned in, gently taking one of her toes in your mouth.

Her skin was still just as soft, silky smooth, and perfectly clean as before. It was even better than you had imagined, better than you had dreamed. You heard a noise, and you realized that it was a moan--no, not a moan. Two simultaneous moans, one coming from you, the other from her.

“Feels so good...” she whispered.

Encouraged by this, you started to move your tongue, swirling it around, moving down her feet to her other toes. With each touch that you made, she let out a sound of pleasure. And so did you, because you were suddenly able to do something that you had always wanted, and never fully realized.

“My sole,” she said after a few moments had passed. Her voice was the voice of someone who was experiencing overwhelming enjoyment. “Let me feel your tongue.” That was all you needed to hear. You moved down, no longer embarrassed, no longer holding back, and you began to run your tongue along her smooth sole.

“Oh my god, yes,” she breathed, and you knew that it was just as good for her as it was for you. “Don’t stop.”

You weren’t planning on it. You weren’t even thinking about it. This was exactly what you had wanted. You weren’t just tasting her. You were worshiping her, and it felt so, so right.

“Anything,” you breathed, as you watched her arch her back a little.

“Anything?” she asked.

You would have answered, but you had just moved over to her other foot, and one of her toes was occupying your mouth. You supposed that would have to be a good enough answer for now. Maybe when you weren’t quite so busy, you’d be able to talk about it a little more.

For now, you were just going to enjoy.

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[aww-alice]

LOONA x fem!Reader - Princess of the Sun

A poem in which the sun princess Y/N has to make a decision which moon princess to marry. <3

warning: suggestive

The princess of the sun opens her eyes

She shines upon the world, she brings the sunrise

The darkness of the night makes way for her light

As she is ecstatic for the events of tonight

A ceremony long awaited

A galaxy of days and nights will be created

As the Sun and the Moon entangle together

And golden rings signify their “forever”

Although first , she has to choose

With which princess the ceremony ensues

For the moon’s princess isn’t just one,

They’re twelve, and they all love the sun.

.

Is she going to choose princess HeeJin?

The one who’s hand is always reaching

Bringing Y/N’s fingers to her lips

And kissing them softly, causing an eclipse .

.

And if not, will it be princess HyunJin?

With whom she truly loves indulging

In countless, abundant pleasures

The one who makes her feel so treasured ?

.

She could go for princess HaSeul,

The one who takes her on adventures in the castle

And any time that princess Y/N would cry,

She would fill up with stars the entire night sky .

.

Ecstatic for her choice is also princess Vivi,

With whom she entrusts herself so freely,

Since there’s never any hint of doubt

Cause that’s what true love is all about .

.

At that moment, in her mind appears princess Yeojin,

And all the countless moments they spent watching

Over the whole endless Universe, and yet

It’s only princess Y/N that she wanted to get .

.

For princess Kim Lip, she feels a great adoration

As she introduces her to so many sensations ,

Especially in the crystal moonlit abyss

As their lips lock into an eternal kiss .

.

And then, there is princess Jinsoul,

The one that adores to take control .

Of Y/N’s pretty body, leaving moonlight on her skin

Always and forever lighting a fire within .

.

In her heart sparkles princess Choerry,

Glorious, celestial, like a fairy .

Her lips taste like candy, her fingers taste like cherries,

Princess Y/N is her sunshine and the one she wants to marry.

.

Princess Yves’ adoring eyes appear in her mind

And the burning desire when their hands entwine .

As graceful as Yves is as she is kind,

She loves to tell princess Y/N “You’re mine.”

.

She touches her lips as she thinks of princess Chuu,

There aren’t many things as pretty as those two .

Lips softly pressing against each other, oh yes, it is true,

That to make princess Y/N happy, there’s nothing Chuu wouldn’t do.

.

Princess Gowon, her moonlight shining,

On the sun’s princess, their destinies aligning .

All the things she whispers in Y/N’s ear

Makes sparkles all around them appear .

.

And finally, princess Olivia, the one

Who always melts the heart of the princess of the sun .

The one with which she’s spent the most nights together,

The princess that swore she’d adore her forever .

.

And finally, she’s made the decision.

It is time to uphold the tradition.

“Are you ready, princess Y/N?” asked the Cosmos, “With your decision as to who you’ll marry?”

“Yes, dear Cosmos,” Y/N smiled gracefully.

“I am ready.” 💖☀️

#loona imagines #loona fanfiction #loona scenarios #loona x reader #loona x fem reader #heejin imagines #hyunjin imagines #haseul imagines #yeojin imagines #vivi imagines #kim lip imagines #jinsoul imagines #choerry imagines #yves imagines #chuu imagines #gowon imagines #olivia hye imagines

[kgs10]

hii, enemies to lover. Where Kim lip is the class president and reader is like the trouble maker. The teacher forced Kim lip to tutor the reader and got along and started dating! Thank you!!

Hi! Thank you for requesting! This is probably going to be bad but here we go. 

Pairing: Kim Lip x Fem reader

Genre: Suggestive, Fluff

Kim Lip is her class president so if anybody was falling behind in class she would help them. So when her teacher told her one day after class that she'll be tutoring someone from the class she wasn't happy but wasn't mad either. She knows that people need one-on-one help instead of listening to a teacher lecturing off a packet or textbook word for word.

You knew that you were falling behind in class because of how your teacher gave you your report card. You were considered the "troublemaker" in your class just because you didn't let people push you around and didn't care what people thought about you. You were usually good at school but for some reason, you were not getting the grades that you usually get. 

Your teacher pulled you aside and asked if you wanted to be tutored. You didn't want your parents to be mad about your grades so you said yes. She said that one of the students in the class will be your tutor and you can meet up whenever you guys would like. You nodded. You were about to ask who it was when Kim Lip the class president gave a paper to the teacher. “Oh, Ms. Lip this will be the student you’ll be tutoring.” Kim Lip looked at you and scoffed. “Really? I have to tutor the troublemaker.” Kim Lip is one of the preppy girls that you despise because they think that they are above everyone else

You scoffed back. “Look I know you are one of the smartest people in school but I need help ok? I don't like this either.” You said. She was taken aback by what you said because you were being kind of nice. “Ok. let’s just get this over with. I’m free today after school. Come by my house if you can.

“I can. I have softball practice today after school. I get out of practice around 4:30. I’ll see you at your house around 5:15? You questioned her when she was putting her number on your phone.

“Ok. See you then.” She said and walked out of the classroom.

You were afraid to go over to her house but if this is what you had to do to get your grades up then so be it. 

~after softball practice

You took a shower in the locker rooms, put back on your school uniform, and headed to Kim Lip's house. 

You arrived at her house, texted her that you were there, and walked up to the door. She opened the door and looked at you up and down. You still were kind of red from practice because your coach made y’all run today. Kim Lip thought you looked so sexy.

“Sorry. I’m still red from practice. My coach made us run a lot today. We have a big game coming up and we made a lot of mistakes today.” You said nervously. She stepped aside and let you in. You took off your shoes. “Do you want some water?” She asked you. You thought why was she being nice out of the blue. she was always mean to you.

“Yes, please. Thank you.” 

She handed you a bottle of water. “Shall we get started?” She nodded. She lead you to her room and grabbed her textbooks.  Y’all sat on her bed and you cleared your throat and said “Why are you being nice to me?” 

“What do you mean?” she said and turned to look at you. “You are being nice. When I stepped into your house, I was expected to get drenched in pig's blood.” 

She laughed. “Y/n. I’m not a bad person. People just think that because of who I hang out with.” 

“Ok. So why do you hang out with those people then?” You asked.

“My parents want me to because they have money and they want me to be with my “people” just because we both have money.” She sighed.

“You don't have to do everything that your parents say. Just because they are your parents doesn't mean they hold all of their power.” You said. 

“You make a good point. I’m not going to be friends with them. Why are you being nice to me? My ex-friends hated you but I never did. I’ve always liked the way you didn't care about what anyone said about you. How do you do it? she asked you. 

“Oh, I don't know. I just know what they are saying isn’t true and I don't let it bother me. And I'm being nice to you because we should be nice to each other. We’ll be spending more time together.” You said.

“Of course. Alright, show me what you don't know.” She said.

~After 2 hours of tutoring 

Your stomach grumbled and she laughed. “We need a break anyways let’s go eat something.” 

“Ok. Let me take you somewhere.” You said while putting up your stuff in your backpack. She laughed and said, “Do you say that to everyone you date?” 

“Hmm. No. Believe it or not but I haven’t been in a real relationship.” 

“Like EVER!” She asked. “Nope.” You said. You were ready you were just waiting for Kim Lip to put on her shoes. 

“Oh shit, I forgot that I rode my bike over here. Do you wanna ride on it?” you asked nervously. You rubbed the back of your neck waiting for her response. 

“My parents would kill me if they saw me riding on a motorcycle.” She said. You laughed. “Screw it. Let’s go. You have an extra helmet right?” She asked. 

“Of course always. It’s in the saddle of my bike.” You said. 

You guys left her house and you helped her onto your bike. You helped her put on the helmet and you put yours on and turned on the bike. You grabbed her arms and put them around your waist and said “Hold on tight.” 

She was glad that you couldn't see her blush because of the helmet. You sped off to your favorite restaurant. 

You guys arrived at the restaurant it was a run-down pizza shop. You knew the owners because you go there so much. They greeted you when you walked through the front door. You went to your table up on the roof. They were ok with that because you help them sometimes when they are short-staffed. 

“Wow y/n the view is amazing.” Kim Lip said while leaning on the balcony rail. 

“I come here when I need a break from everything. It’s my place.” You said. You kept up with it up here. You were the only one that used the roof. So you had it decorated like a room. You had a couch and table with chairs. Lights strung up everywhere. You had a cabinet filled with a blanket and records because you brought a record player up here. 

You put on some music and grabbed a blanket to drape over Kim Lips' shoulders because she was trying to keep herself warm with her hands. 

“Thank you for this. I really needed to get away from everything.” She said. 

“You’re welcome. Go sit on the couch over there where the heater is. I’m going to go get some food for us to eat.” You said while leading her to the couch.

She sat on the couch while you turned on the heater. You left to go get the food. 

While walking to go get the food you thought about how you never show anyone this place because it’s special. You thought about why. And then it dawned on you that you like her. 

You grabbed the food and went back up to the roof. She was looking through your record collection when you walked up there. You thought she looked so pretty.

You cleared your throat and said “Let’s eat. Don't want the food to get cold.” 

You set down the food on the table and y’all started eating. Y’all were hungry so not really anything was said during dinner. 

You picked up the dirty dishes and set them down by the rooftop door so you wouldn't forget to get them later. 

You sat down on the couch and stared up at the stars. You could feel her eyes on you. You turned to look back at her. “You’re so pretty Y/n. I don't know how you haven't been in a relationship.” 

“Just waiting for the right one. But I don't think I have to wait long.” You blushed. She smiled. You put your hand on her cheek and leaned in close enough to feel her breathing on your lips. “Can I kiss you?” you asked.

“Yes please.” She said while grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in. You guys kissed until you couldn't breathe. You pulled back with one hand on her hip caressing it with your thumb and one hand on her cheek. You kissed her cheek and put up the blanket that fell while you were kissing her.

“Let’s get you home. It’s late and cold.” You said while rubbing her arms. You took off your jacket and put it on Kim Lip. She tried to refuse but you waved her off. “I have a long sleeve on. You don't so wear it till we get to your house.”

She nodded. Y’all packed up your stuff and headed down to your bike. 

You arrived back at her house and walked her up to her door. “I had some much fun I forget the only reason why were are hanging out. But I'll go home and study more.” You said. 

“You better. I also had fun.” She said. You leaned in and gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth just to test the water. You leaned back slightly and asked her with your eyes if you could kiss her again. She nodded. So you kissed her. You grabbed her waist while she put her arms around your neck. 

You hummed into her mouth when her tongue touch the top of your mouth. You pulled back “If we keep this up. I won't be able to stop.” 

She nodded and laughed. She pecked your cheek and said “Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Drive safe please.”

“Goodnight. Always.” You said and watched her walk in. Once the door was closed you smiled so big and jumped up in the air cheering. 

Kim Lip saw that through the window and laughed.”Dork.” 

A/n~ sorry this took so long anon. I’ve been working nonstop.

#Loona #loona scenarios #loona reactions #loona x reader #loona imagines #kim lip imagines #kim lip

[lewisvinga]

sneaky kisses | kim lip x reader

requested; yes

request; Hello! I'd like to ask for a scenario with Kim Lip (loona) where her gf (an idol) will do a collab with loona, but the members don't know they're dating. Something cute would be perfect :(

a/n; guys i actually suck at endings idk how to end things how do u guys do it (￢_￢;)

loona masterlist!

Jungeun internally screams as she sees Aespa, the group you’re in, in the SM practice room. Loona and Aespa were going to do a collab for MAMA. But both of your groups don’t know that you and her are dating and when Jungeun is around you, she can’t keep her hands off of you.

During practice, she internally fights herself to not run over to you. Every time you sent her a smile, she wanted to drop everything just to hug and kiss you. To make matters worse, you were set up as partners in part of the dance.

“Do you wanna give us away?” You mumble to her after everyone was set up in pairs. She grumbles and reluctantly moved her hands from your waist.

“I just want to kiss you.” She mumbles as the dance instructor goes over the dance movements for the pairs. She instructed Jungeun to grab your waist to which she excitedly complied.

You couldn’t help but let out a snort after seeing your girlfriends sneaky yet overly excited smile about basically holding you. Your laugh caught the attention of both of your groups as Jungeun quietly scolds you.

“Now look who is giving us away!” She scolds you, trying to hide the smile that was slowly creeping up on her lips.

You playfully roll your eyes as your focus went back to the dance instructor. Luckily, you had a 10 minute break soon. Jungeun quickly drags you to the nearest bathroom without making it obvious that you were dating.

The moment the bathroom door closed, your girlfriend immediately clung onto you like a koala, pressing kisses all over your face. “I’ve missed you so much! All day I had to see you and not kiss you!”

“Jungeun!” You squeal as her soft yet quick kisses continued to land across your face. “That tickles!” You giggle as she pulls away.

Jungeun pouts at you, “Can’t even give sneaky kisses to my girlfriend!”

You playfully roll your eyes as you gently cup her cheeks. The blonde cheekily smiles since she already knew what was going to happen. You sweetly and gently kiss her pink pouty lips, a small smile threatening to appear on both of your lips.

Jungeun sighs in satisfaction, happy that she got to be kissing her girlfriend. Her happiness didn’t last long when the bathroom door slammed open.

“Told you, Minjeong! I was right!” The familiar screeches of Yizhou filled both le your ears.

“I was right too! I told you my senses were tingling!” Yeojin exclaims, earning a groan from Hyeju and Chaewon.

Both you and Jungeun quickly pull away and with wide shocked eyes, you look over at the door and spot both of your groups. Your girlfriend nervously laughs and grabs your hand. She shrugs before saying, “Oops, you caught us!”

#loona scenarios #loona headcanons #loona x reader #loona reactions #kim lip x reader #kim lip imagines #loona imagines

[k-comfyspace]

Rest

Star: Kim Jungeun (Loona)

Idea: No

You tried your best, laying down on your bed as you willed your eyes to close. You don’t know how long has passed but any amount of effort is wasted when you can't catch a wink of sleep. The amount of sheep you’ve counted, the breathing exercises you’ve tried, and the amount of times you’ve yawned was uncountable. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep.

It was obvious that you were tired, the whole day you did nothing but work and run errands, your whole body was begging for rest. However, it receives none when you find that you can’t seem to sleep.

Frustratedly groaning, you sit up and walk outside your room, walking to the kitchen to fetch yourself a glass of water. You sighed before padding to your living room and slumped yourself on the couch, your eyes roaming the room till they stopped at the watch.

You shook your head when you noticed that it was too late for you to be up. At this rate, you were going to end up seeing Jungeun after she ends her schedule. Which, seems to be the case when the sound of keys jingle and the door opens, a blonde carefully entering the house before she stops when her eyes land on your figure.

“What are you doing up so late?” Jungeun asks carefully, padding towards you before she carefully takes the spot beside you. “I can’t sleep,” she heard the fatigue laced in your voice, but your demeanor contrasts your desires.

A sigh leaves her lips as she raises her hand to cup your jaw, making you close your eyes and lean into the source of her warmth, nuzzling your cheek against her palm. “I’ll take a shower, then we'll sleep, okay?” You nod your head in agreement, feeling a peck on your nose before Jungeun leaves to clean herself.

You follow her to your room, returning to your previous spot on the bed and try to once again, force yourself to sleep. You felt like breaking down, frustration evident in your features as you tried to figure out the reason for your struggles.

You weren’t given much time before Jungeun finishes, now cleaned and changed into comfier clothes as she joins you in bed. Her arms automatically wrap around you, pulling you into her embrace while she herself sinks into the comfort of the mattress.

She doesn’t immediately close her eyes and chooses to focus on you. Her hand once again rests on your jaw, carefully caressing the soft skin whilst you enjoy the warmth she shares with you. She watches you melt against her touch, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips. There were no words to describe this feeling, softness growing inside your heart until you felt your eyes slowly closing.

Jungeun watches with a smile, seeing as you continue to drift but your eyes continue to fight, it only takes one more kiss before you fully close your eyes. Your grip became slack, and your breathing evened out, making Jungeun smile as she pushed your head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling your hair and joining you into slumber.

Finally you could rest.

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #loona #loona imagines #loona scenarios #loona kim lip #kim lip #kim lip imagines #kim lip scenarios #loona jungeun #kim jungeun #jungeun #jungeun imagines #jungeun scenarios

[princessdong]

I still didn't forget the Lannister!Kim Lip idea, but I still haven't gotten myself to finish the draft, so here's the general idea for it.

It's not based on the series itself, so here there's no false Baratheon on the throne and all that, and the Lannisters are still in Casterly Rock being the overlords of the Westerlands. So, Jungeun is no heir to the titles of the family, she has two siblings on here who will could inherit the titles before she does, so she knows she's going to be married of, but she's very picky with who she will marry, as her parents taught her that Lannisters are superior.

But in the end it doesn't matter what she wants or thinks, as she's betrothed to the reader, and that marriage would be frowned upon by lords of the Westerlands and the Reach alike if it wasn't because it will benefit both parties. House Lannister needs a competent warrior leading (think of the reader being as good in war as Tywin Lannister and being as good in duel like it could be Arya Stark or Oberyn Martell), and the Tyrell want the power and money that only House Lannister could bring.

But needless to say, neither the reader or Kim Lip like the idea of being married, even less when it means for the reader to get to a war that doesn't belong to her family, to marry a girl that's nothing but arrogant, and despises anyone that's not a Lannister; and of course Kim Lip hates the idea of marrying a girl, and having to go out of Casterly Rock to live in Highgarden because she's no Tyrell, she's a Lannister even if she had to become a Tyrell for the sake of her family.

#game of thrones au #kim lip x reader #kim lip imagines #kim lip scenarios #loona x reader #loona imagines #loona scenarios

[seungmintenshi]

it’s not a want, i 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊

#he has the prettiest fucking mouth omfg #his philtrum is so sexy #seungmin #mine #seungmin-source #stray kids #kim seungmin #i need him so bad i can’t #need his lips on me #seungmin scenarios #seungmin imagines #seungmin x reader #seungmin x you #seungmin icon #skz seungmin #skz x you #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #his nose is so perfect too wtf

[kingmaker-a]

Nocturnal Games | Kim Lip

Alternative Title: Forgotten Moments Between Two Liars. It's Complicated AU - It really is.

Warnings/Tags: misfit reader, Jungeun is student council president and popular, reader's best friend is into Jungeun, so it's complicated. Underage clubbing, drinking and smoking (though it would be legal where I'm from). Injuries and mentions of fights, implied driving under the influence, brief mentions of supernatural elements, everything is a mess and reader might not be a good friend.

Premise: What should've been a night out with your friends treads on to some interesting ground when miss student president needs a ride home.

Wordcount: 5.1K Genre: Fluff(?), Angst (?) it's a mixed bag.

Vibes/Songs: Les (Childish Gambino), Right Here (Chase Atlantic), After Dark (Mr. Kitty), What You Need (The Weeknd), Call Out My Name (The Weeknd) and Friends (Chase Atlantic)* *I prefer slowed + reverb for that song in particular.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorm."

You hadn't planned to drive, hell you even offered to sober drive instead of Karina… 

"You're not taking Karina instead?" 

Everything is a mess– Swept in the hailing afterthought of a night out with your friends. 

You lost Mingi, found him with Miyeon, a drunken smile plastered on his lips. 

Tried hanging out with Seungcheol before he was all over Karina's sister. 

That's without even thinking about Ryujin and Hyunji–Your fingers ghost over your brow pinching the bridge of your nose. 

"Because I don't want Karina to find out about my bike and I know you can keep a secret." 

It's the beleaguered sigh that slowly pulls its way from your lips with a creaking crawl that reminds you, despite it all, that you do trust her. 

It's hard to miss the flare of her perfect white teeth as they paint her smirk— or the slight wince that twitches across her busted lip.

It's fresh, vibrant compared to the darkened flecks that orbit her eye and dust against her cheek. 

Barely noticeable, hidden against waves of practised skill and brush to everyone except you. 

It isn't her usual style, and you can't help but wonder why you know that. 

Instinct. 

Anger simmers in her eyes and her nostrils flare, "you don't want to check me over and make sure I'm really me like Mateo?" 

You've had the distinct luxury (or misfortune?) of clashing blades with sword masters and other entities. 

Yet, nothing quite matches the restrained fury or venom that licks at her voice like a barbed knife. 

Your best friend's paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, after all he'd gotten to know the imposter rather… intimately. 

Still, now wasn't the time to linger on the past, not underneath the whining hum of fluorescent tube lights awash in a seedy medical clinic. 

You throw your hands up, your eyes catching against familiar shoes, "I know it’s you since you still have my shoes."

She’d taken to them like a fish to water compared to her usual heels, that clacked against the ground with the echo of her mother— Who wears heels to a ghost investigation?—

There's an exaggerated flare to the roll of her eyes, a flicker of a tender, cool, cocky smile. “You’re not getting them back you know?" 

It's nice to see the sizzle behind her eyes, the unsnuffable flame despite tonight's best efforts. 

Sheis getting awfully comfortable though, a familiarity that you can't quite understand, but maybe, just maybe it's because it's been a long night. 

Still, you hadn't expected to run into her tonight. Thursday and Friday had been tough days for her - auditioning on next to no sleep and nearly turning into a monster during the attack at the school. 

… Man, it's only been a week since you've started this gig. 

Your eyes roll like flecks of sand between your fingers, a tired sigh trembles across your lips. 

“I know.”

She's eager, that's the only thing you can note as she pounds back drink after drink like the thumping bass line that hangs thick in Zorro's. 

Making up for lost time like Karina before her. 

You shouldn’t point out how similar they can be, the flash of Crash's eyes kills the idea before it can even leave your tongue. 

They mix like oil and water. 

It's weird the way you can pick out the notes of alcohol on her breath– even from this distance. The fruity tang of a Wumpa Shake to the smooth glide of a Super Slide. 

Again, she's getting way too comfortable knowing that you're the one who has to drive her back to the dorm. 

Is this how Karina feels whenever you call her at some god forsaken hour? 

… You should be nicer to her. 

Though part of you loathes the idea of being alone with her especially in your current state. 

Caesar would give you no mercy if something were to transpire between you and his girlfriend. 

"You know I could talk to her about it," there's a softness to her otherwise beady eyes, as liquor flows through her lips. There's a dainty elegance to the way her lips purse, her fingers dance across her straw eliciting a soft mixing stir of her drink. 

All it was missing was a small umbrella really, though as you notice the collecting pile on the bar… Crash probably gave up on the decorative element. 

Still, part of you winces at the way she's able to peek past the curtain of your mind for but the briefest moments. 

It was probably best she didn't look too deep. 

"Huh?" is all you can manage, a whispered echo despite your best intentions. 

She clings tight to your words, able to parse them with a gentle ease even in the eves of overstimulating neon lights and alcohol-induced haze. 

Maybe that was just you? 

She smiles, the kind that feels reserved just for you, the real you. It's odd to feel vulnerable underneath layers of lies, jokes, countless personas and more lies. 

An innumerable legion at this point– It's the only way to keep up with your father. 

"She's into you B" That's the real sticking point isn't it? The way your middle initial peels off tongue, the way it scintillates with a knowing edge. 

A reminder that she knows you more than you remember. 

But you know her too, somehow. 

The flicker flames of a smirk is but smoke and mirrors against the solemn glint in her eyes. 

"We should get you home, Yeji's probably worried about you."

It doesn't quite click right… At least not straight away, though you could, should blame the poison in your own veins for that one. 

Her hazel warmth nestled against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist with an almost desperate tightness. 

Though you're probably making that last part up, too much media does rot the brain after all. Still the student council president being into the weird kid is an interesting bit of brain rot. 

Yet as you peer down at the familiar leather jacket keeping her warm, it's easy to admit that the delinquent, president trope is a lot better. 

If only your best friend was smoother. 

Yet it's that very poison that slushes through your skin, dampening the cold edge of the night air that bites against your skin. 

You're drunk driving. 

Your bike obeys you as you pull over, there’s a steadiness unlike the darkened edges of your vision, as your brain basically stumbles against itself as you park. 

Kickstand, that's your first thought held underneath the amber glow of a street light, the only other witness to the crime that is the two of you. 

Your feet grit against loose specks of gravel and asphalt. 

"What's wrong with you?" 

So many, many things. Your fingers fight through your own unfamiliar jacket snatching at an equally unfamiliar vice. 

Cigarettes. 

It'd be weird to cross that line in front of her– Part of you wants to assume she's a goody two-shoes like her title implies but you know better unlike Mateo. 

It's not his fault, he's the new kid. 

Even if you didn't, liquor still clings to her breath as she peers up at you with a clocked eyebrow. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Somehow… impossibly so, your voice is softer than you expect, the expletive a mere garnish on top of the sentence. 

"What do you mean?" Her head tilts to the side, her eyes soft and glassy against the amber hue of the street light and the soft glow of the moon that barely peeks through it all. 

Your finger bounces against your brow as your cigarette rests against your lips. "I'm drunk, Jungeun… Like really drunk-" 

And you're worried. Worried for her of all people, worried what her mother would think, it clings and trembles against your breath and down your fingers. 

Maybe that was the first crack in your porcelain mask, a persona you don't even remember adopting. 

You pull at your lighter and ignite, maybe the smoke can fill the gaps in it all?

It's a disgruntled huff that leaves your lips first, quickly replaced with an intake of cigarette smoke and nicotine, it buzzes and dances against the alcohol in your veins, bouncing with a vibrant easing joy. 

A slow release as smoke drifts and sails through the air, you can see why Mateo enjoys it. 

Her hands are soft against yours, looping two fingers around your pinky. 

"I trust you."

There's something unspoken in the slow drift in her voice, something you can't quite pluck out. It's firm and resolute, familiar like the crest of sunshine against your skin, yet foreign like memories from another life. 

It's warm, the fluttering feeling in your chest. She doesn't know better, doesn't know the things you know. 

Pure blind faith in you. 

After all, how could she know about your bike being some freak science project from one of the sci fi movies your mother loves so much? 

There's that glint in her eye, the kind that cuts through the softness with an analytical edge. 

"Your driving does seem a bit mechanical though."

Another flared smirk, cocky and daring, pleased with another peak behind the curtains. 

You scoff, painting the crisp night air with plumes of smoke. 

The moment is gone, if it was ever there. 

Forget anything that lingers in your chest, any nestled embers that threaten to ignite against even just a spark, just the idea she has a soft spot for you. 

Why would she hangout with you of all people anyway? 

You shelter yourself with a cocky smirk, the weapon of choice for your persona of the night, a facsimile of when you used to be popular with some inspiration from how Mateo can seem. 

At least on first glance. 

"How are you and Mateo?" 

There's a flicker in her eye, that's a loaded question and part of you can't help but feel a ripple of joy. Still, you of all people can pick apart the evidence, the slight click of her tongue, the briefest tug of a frown at the corner of her lips. 

Yet, you still lie, like you don't know the twisting corridors of her brain intimately.

"I figured he was doing well since you guys looked like you had a decent conversation at Zorro's…” You gesture at the jacket with your stick of cancer. “Hell, you're even wearing his jacket."

It's odd though, the instinctual way you can peel back her persona and all her would be lies. 

Even if you don't have proof. 

Though, that's what lends credence to the word instinct after all. 

There's a roll of her eyes and a pointed swivel. 

You fight back the chuckle that buckles against your lips as she almost shrinks into his leather jacket. 

"He's… got a lot to make up for."

It's hard to keep up with all the whispering ghosts, the strained emotions that dance through her eyes under the amber flicker of the street light. 

But there's one that sticks out the most, as it dances to and fro. 

Hurt, it glimmers as moonlight pierces through amber hues. A lake forgotten with time. 

"There's only so long before he gives up… Like everyone else." There's a deep breath, it racks against stressed pain like the sharp edge of a knife. "Plus, I told him I have feelings for someone else."

There's a look of recognition as she looks up at you, nestled in layered warmth. It's another crack in your veneer as you fight so desperately to hold the mask tight. 

It's a weird dance, to hold a mask as a shield, as your instincts bleed against your mind. 

You have no proof, but you know who. 

"Surely, he's still willing to put in the effort… Even if the cards are stacked against him."

Still the mask crumbles slowly against the ebb and flow of empathy. He wouldn't be the first to give up at the first sign of difficulty after all, that much even you remember. 

Despite everything between the two of you… She deserves the effort. 

But he wouldn't, you're sure of it. After all, he still fights tooth and nail against Caesar whenever he's in a mood. 

Only the soft after midnight breeze crests the silence between the two of you, liquor clings tights against you with a warm embrace, a magnanimous shield. 

It's easy to catch the question on the edge of her lips, still it's hard to tell if it's a sharpened blade or a humble gift. 

It's the soft click of her tongue that pulls it back, it's a flared brow that spurs it forward like a rampant beast. 

"Figured out who made you chocolate for Valentine's day?" 

It's an afterthought compared to your newfound responsibility. 

"Nope." 

Not definitively at least, more just gut feelings and wishful thinking. 

"Not even just a little bit curious?" 

It's hard to pick apart her expression as it's dyed under amber hues, a raised eyebrow and a glint of curiosity. Her lips tighten ever so slightly, rolling to one side in a roiling wave. 

"Miss Esperanza gave me a list of suspects," there's a flash of intrigue, drawn to the pulse of your gossip. 

It's hard to ignore the way you feel the air practically sizzle when she strays close to you, hanging on to your silence, hungry and eager. 

If there was one thing that kept Angelview High going it was gossip. Still you couldn't deny the feeling of joy that plucked at the edge of your brain, to coax her with gossip… just to snip it away. 

"...But I haven't had the time to look into it, not with the attack that happened yesterday."

There's a flare of annoyance, as her eyebrow twitches, calculating if you were even worth hanging out with before her mind trails off, lost in thought. 

There's an odd vacancy in her eyes, like trying to peer through a fog during a stormy night. 

"... Yesterday?" Her eyebrows tighten, her voice nothing but a troubled, shivering whisper.

It's cold you realise, you're not drunk enough to ignore that even in the whispering dark as instinct takes hold. It makes it all the much harder to ignore the warmth you feel cresting up your hand and into your chest as you hold her hand in yours. 

You take another drag of your cigarette, placing a trinket in her palm; small, in the shape of a bat. It's edgy, vampiric even, a complete tonal clash against the student council, drama club queen you'd grown to know or remember in your case.

But it is hers nonetheless, it's soft, the way the fog dissipates from her eyes, replaced with a soft tender bloom. 

Her shoulders loosen, melting away waves of tight tension as she releases a soft sigh. 

She's… different in that moment, your mind clings to the word iridescent as if that could truly describe even a semblance of it all. 

But it doesn't, it can't after all. 

How can one word even articulate the way her smile drifts between the soft moonlight glow and the warmth of nestled amber streetlight. 

Her eyes shift from the trinket to you, it's a soft invisible pull as laughter trickles from her lips.

It's weird, but in a good way. The kind of way that makes you smile unconsciously in her presence and part of you wants to hate it. 

But it feels natural. 

Instinctual. 

Real. 

Her laughter fades, slumbering into a soft smile - wistful and melancholic as her eyes linger once again on the trinket. 

"Man, this is either gonna be really sad or really funny." Her grip tightens against it as if it would turn to sand if she didn't. 

It's easy to get lost in her eyes as she returns her gaze to you, gone is the frenetic tension, enveloped in a patient warmth. 

A bonfire on a cold night. 

"What do you mean?" It's a stupid question, you can feel that. It's a familiar pluck at the back of your brain, still the words leave all the same. 

She smiles softly, a tender hug to hold the moment, her eyes linger even as her head tilts to the side. 

You don't know why, but it reminds you of sunflowers and yesteryears, crested with the dew of forgotten, child-like promises.

"You know the rules of the game, I…" Her eyebrows knit together. "She won't remember what we talk about, not when you take the trinket back."

And you have to, those are the rules. 

There's an unexplainable smoothness to the way she shuffles next to you using your bike as a makeshift bench. 

You hate the way you trace every movement, every moment as her eyes drift up towards the moon. 

A joke comes to mind, Karina said it best. 

"Is this where you tell me, the moon is beautiful isn't it?" 

It's warm in those moments, the way she turns back to you a smile, so deep and sincere you can see it in her eyes. 

Still it does nothing against the turmoil in your chest, the warmth of the sun suffocating against thick storm clouds. 

It's wrong, you remind yourself. 

It's wrong to share these intimate quiet moments, to feel the bloom of something more in your chest. 

To feel so effortlessly yourself… 

To feel safe. 

After all, Mateo has expressed his interest in her and you could see it, you really could. 

You stoked the flames in his chest, pushed him towards her… Because you believed in him. 

Even in spite of those brief moments at the observatory–You gave him the right nudges here and there, your best attempts to keep him on the best track. 

Your grip tightens against your cigarette, against the worn leather seat of your bike. 

The delinquent and the student council president is a better story. You could imagine the drift of cigarette smoke past his lips slowly twisting through hers. 

"Why?" It cuts like a knife through it all, you fight against the bile that threatens your throat. 

You take a drag, feign ignorance against the thoughts that cloud your mind, cock an eyebrow. 

"Why, what?" 

There's a softened, slightly folded frown pressed into the corner of her lips. 

"Why would he think it's actually me?" 

It's a hard fight, fought tooth and nail, to not join up in arms, to denounce him as another stupid hopefu-

"I think…" Your lips purse, tightening against the little knot of anxiety caught in your throat, finger bouncing against your brow as plumes of smoke drift slowly through the cold crisp air. 

"It's not about thinking she was you, but wanting her to be."

You hate the way she gazes at you, takes in every word with those soft moonlit eyes. The way it tightens that knot in your throat with every passing glance. 

Still, she scoffs, rolls her eyes at the idea. 

"So you're saying you don't like the idea of the bad boy and the goody two shoes?" 

It's that glimmer in her eyes that tells you it's all for show, an exaggerated performance just for you, as her arms cross and her eyes roll, a huff at the edge of her lips. 

"What makes it so good huh?" Her voice whines like the crinkling of foil, still it plucks the right notes to write the beginnings of a smile on your face. 

Try as you might to hide it with another drag of a cigarette. You nearly choke on fumes embattled on the edge of laughter. 

"Well," it's hard to articulate against the bubbling bloom in your veins held under her gaze. 

Corruption isn't the word you want to use, but it's close enough, the right fuel to ignite a fire. 

"It's about rubbing off on each other, really." You offer a scuffed smirk, scraped by the huff of a thought against plumes of smoke. "It's the peak of opposites attract isn't it?" 

You hold the cigarette aloft between two fingers, smoke drifts and flows through the night air, hot orange burns against the ashy tip. 

A torch by any other name. 

"I guess the cigarette signifies the point of no return."

Her head lists to the side peering past the cigarette, it's hard to fight the focus she pulls from you; her soft eyes, entrancing and safe. 

Maybe that's what scares you, more than the unknown, more than being wrong. 

It's being right. 

Again, it's just instinctual. 

She holds her hand out, a smile playing against her teeth. 

"Pass it here." 

It's odd, really it is. The confident ease in which her grip ghosts over your own, the way she plucks the vice away against her own lips. 

It's hard to ignore the way your jaw slackens ever so slightly, surprised at her sheer audacity, too used to a dance of lies and shielded personas. 

It's irresistible and you hate it—for arguably the millionth time—the way she smiles so genuinely that it reaches her eyes. It's oddly endearing the way she shifts under your gaze, akin to trying different poses in a photo booth. 

It's natural the way a smile creeps slowly on to your lips. 

There's a cheeky, calculated glint in her eye. 

She flashes a smile, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. Plumes of smoke drift past her lips before buffeting you in the face with a focused assault… Or at least it would've been. 

She's nothing but sputtering coughs as smoke parts her lips in choked spurts. Her face contorts and twists ever so slightly. 

It takes everything in you not to laugh. You're thankful for the diversion, a shield against the lingering glow in your chest or even worse the sinking disgust. 

You really shouldn't be entertaining this moment, not with the object of his affection. It takes everything to reel it back, to take back the line cast on it's own whims. 

Still it's hard to ignore the devilish spark in your own chest, the one that revels in all the illicit secrecy. 

To feel special. 

Your palm caresses her back, rubbing against his leather jacket, coaxing out equals waves of sputtering coughs and gut wrenching guilt. 

She turns back to you, face scrunched in the disgust you can only feel for yourself, the torch of betrayal lingers in her hands offered back to you. 

"That shit is so fucking gross," her beautiful eyes still catch the edges of a disgusted wince. 

It shatters guilt like glass, she can't be into you. 

Not after that. 

Your mask slowly crawls back together, cocky smirk and all. 

"It's an acquired taste."

It really isn't; anything to burn the stress and guilt away from your brain. You cock an eyebrow, tilt your head to the side as you take another drag. 

You feel the ghost of her lips, the tang of intoxication mixed with sunflowers and the sweetness of… Ring Pops? 

Childlike promises. 

Plumes of smoke, hover and whisper through the air; a moment to spare. 

"You know she's gonna question why she smells like smoke."

There's a glint of teeth, enamoured and fun. Carefree and expeditious, it is certainly welcome compared to her usual tense and stressed nature. 

But you're the one who has to pick the pieces.

She tugs at the collar of her jacket, his jacket—blood seeps from your chest at another twist of the knife—she sniffs at it but you already have the answer. 

"Right, right."

You can't help the slight frown that presses into your lips, your eyes trace the moon and the stars. 

Anything besides the ethereal sight next to you or the bloody twisted crime scene in your chest. 

Her thumb runs over the top of your hand, pressed against the seat of your bike. 

"Come on, I gotta have some fun in her stead," she smiles that soft gentle smile, the one that articulates the swell of lips with a preening touch. 

You relish in her soft touch, you do… Part of you thinks you always have, no matter how foreign and distant the concept. 

Equal measures warmth and disgust. 

You roll your eyes, play up your role. 

"Alright then," another drag, the final one before it's discarded, forgotten into the night. "Make things interesting."

It's that subtle almost knowing click, the kind that registers on an instinctual level. 

She smiles with a knowing caress against your hand. 

It stings when she pulls away, finger bouncing against her bottom lip as she paces, eyes adrift in thoughts against the moon. 

There's a subtle dance to it all. 

"What if I told you, you survive in a zombie apocalypse?" Mirth dances in her eyes, as you can't help but latch on to the thought. 

Because duh, of you would. 

So of course you don't notice the small cursive joy that bounces on her lips when you smile, when pride echoes into your posture. 

Nor do you notice the flecks of sadness. 

You're too caught in it all, you don't even notice how bone cold your hands are in the fleeting echoes of laughter. 

"I'm sure you don't want to spend these moments talking about work of all things."

It's the swell of her cheeks caught at the mercy of her smile that tells you, convinces you of sickly delusions. 

She enjoys it, the way you see through her.

She's confident in spite of it, that's what you li—don't entertain the thought, the knife is in your hand after all. 

"She's gonna hate this." There's a pause, echoed only by the stir of cars through distant empty streets. 

It's a devious hook with only the most intoxicating of bait. 

You fall, hook, line and sinker as you push off your bike, caught in her orbit under amber hues. 

There's no cigarette smoke to keep you safe, to obfuscate it all. 

"She's gonna deny it, she'll lie until she dies but…" She smiles, pure and wholesomely real. The truth, a secret for just the two of you caught in this moment. 

After the dust settles. 

A secret just for you. 

"She's the one who made the chocolates." 

The knife in your chest twists and snaps at the behest of your own lies and propaganda,This is all for her, all for some sick joke that she won't even remember come dawn. To give her what she so desperately wants and craves. 

Her lips quiver, caught idle in your silence as her words struggle to form. 

"Like I said, it'll either be really sad or really funny."

There's crisp sobering solemness to her words, even as you taste the alcohol on her breath. 

Still you can pluck out the embers in her eyes, through the gloss of shimmering glass. The nestled warmth of something else. 

She smirks, it's barely passable in the waves of turbulent emotion that washes through the air. 

A memory comes to mind, firm and sturdy. It's weird to be so close to her, to have her soft gaze focused on you. 

It's unlike the moment at the observatory; an earthquake and broken heels cast in dim tunnel lights. 

You thought nothing of the subsequent fall or her trapped bated breath underneath you. 

It sparks at your brain, threatening to ignite it all. The way her hair fell in lusciously decadent waves against the floor, bathed in ivory light. You still remember those precious moments held locked against her gaze, the flare of surprise that burned across her eyes. 

You remember the way her face twisted away from you, spurred by your comment. 

After all, who wears heels to an investigation? 

Only now do you realise it, the nervous cherry dusting across her cheek in those painted fleeting moments, only now can you trace the beauty—

Don't think about it. 

“You know she’s gonna push you towards Karina.”

But it's hard not to, not when you can pick out each individual eyelash that flutters with every blink or the way her breath hitches ever so slightly when you pull away. 

For your own sanity… But it's already too late for you, the devilish whispers in your brain echo to and fro with an egotistic cockiness that's intoxicating. 

You nearly fish out another cigarette under the stress of it all, but you know the role you have to play… for her sake. 

"Is that what you want?" 

There's a soft glower to her caught against frayed streetlights. She cocks an eyebrow in spite of it all, "Me?" 

Her voice saunters softly through the air, your last chance. To be a good friend, to continue to be a good friend. 

No amount of twisted reasoning or lies would amount to anything less than betrayal of the most sickening kind. 

Betrayal of the heart. 

"Be honest and you might get a prize."

It's hard to ignore the way the power gets to your head, the illicit betrayal, the taboo of it all as you stray close to her. Your fingers play against the pockets of Mateo's jacket. 

It's made all the more intoxicating in the bristling cold, the way she shrinks underneath the weight of it all even with all of her confidence she is still just a girl in love. 

She feigns it all the same. 

"It would be funny."

Still she isn't strong enough, eyes shifting away from yours under suffocating silence. 

"Look me in the eye."

A deep breath, a quiver of her lips and a snap of focus. There’s something inherently soft and vulnerable held in the cloisters of her eyes, a shimmering crystalline prison. 

"I…" the undeniable shake to her voice makes your heart sink past the bile that builds in your throat. 

Your hands pluck at hers, pulling them from their nestled warm burrows, guiding them towards the skin just above the hem of your shirt. 

It's instinctual, a gut reaction to her hesitance. 

Her touch is warm, yearningly hungry, yearningly desperate. It's a blessing against the cold grip of the night, you almost lean in unconsciously. 

Despite the way her breath paints the air with an alcoholic brush, despite the way nicotine buzzes through the caverns in your mind. There's nothing inherently Sensual about the way her grip tightens ever so slightly, the way she bites her lips caught in the throes of the thought. 

It's a quiet, reassuring comfort. 

There's a resolute strength as she looks up at you, her voice still an uneven shaky quiver. 

"You have my heart, always have," she laughs, the brief short kind, where it's almost just an exhale almost like recollecting a forgotten joke. "Ever since we were kids and…"

Her hands twist and scrunch against the cloth of your shirt, peering defiantly up at you, the smallest smile etched into her lips. 

"You always will." 

You can't help but smile despite the pit in your stomach. 

"It's too bad you hate the taste of cigarette smoke."

Her smile blooms deeper, fervently so, plucking at the fragments of confidence forgotten at the wayside. 

"I don't think I'll mind this time."

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[solcarow]

seafood trio portraits !

+ some alts. with spoilers !

#this is how they look after the 3yr jump 👍 #pretty proud that i managed to capture how i usually imagine them :0 ! been in an art slump so this was a pleasant surprise #idk if ill b able to draw them consistently tho . so these designs r for my brain only #might try to color these but i havent eaten lunch yet so thats a problem for another day #solar-drawss #my art #han sooyoung #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #yhk #yoohankim #orv #orv spoilers #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omnicient reader's view point #cackling at how miserable sp and 63hsy look compared to kdj in the middle #her whimsy … shes living her best life rn #……i lied i think i just gave him My face straight up jfc . get that off of u asshole #anyways if u didnt already notice ! yoohan have matching eyebrow scars 🫶 #kdj has one on his nose in that first one #the second kdj has cracks all over her which i forgot to add is inspired by hehearse’s works !! #the reason why they dont show up in the first one is bc aileen covered it up before he went to 1863 #like . hoseki no kuni style ✌️ #fun fact i ​sketched that hsy the night before her birthday skfjsjf had to give up bc it was too late tho #so now im repurposing it for this #NO WAIT I SHOULD JUST GO BACK AND GIVE HSY A CLEFT LIP …. dam lost opportunity. well whoevers reading this just kno she has one now

[hotlink907]

request: Kim Lip x g!p reader smut

pairing: Kim Lip x reader

genre: fluff to smut

warnings: riding, unprotected sex

“Jungeun?

You knew she was tired. She had been tired even more than usual lately, just because of how hard she had been working. You didn’t mean to disturb her. It was just that she had fallen asleep on the couch again, and you knew that she could get better sleep in bed.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at you with a little confusion. “Oh... did I...?” You nodded and smiled at her. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but I think you’d be better off in bed.” She blinked sleepily as her eyes adjusted. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to stay up and watch a movie.”

“Jungeun, it’s okay. I promise. You need your rest. Here, let me help get you to bed.”

She still looked slightly out of it. You couldn’t blame her. An idol’s life was hard, sometimes almost impossible. And Kim Jungeun had always been one to like her sleep.

She gracefully took your hand as you helped her off the couch. You didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t help it--she was only wearing one of your old t-shirts and a pair of panties, and shirt rode up quite a bit when she stood. You ended up getting quite a show--thighs, butt, practically everything.

She must have seen your expression because she gave you that mysterious little smile of hers. “You see something you like?” she asked teasingly. “Don’t be shy. You can look.”

You felt your own panties--a particularly cute pair that you had put on in hopes of her seeing them--getting a little tighter as you started to get hard. She always knew how to get you going. “We... you’re tired,” you protested. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

She pressed herself against you, and you knew that she could feel your hardness. “Or we could stay right here.” You swallowed, because you knew that if she pushed the argument, you wouldn’t be able to say no to her. You didn’t want to say no to her. You wanted to run your hands all over her skin, feel every inch of her, slip inside of her--

“Jungeun,” you said firmly. “Bed. Now. Come on, you were passed out on the couch.”

“Yeah? Well maybe you shouldn’t have woken me up,” she said, looping her arms around your neck and pulling herself close to you. “Maybe you should have just let me sleep.”

You were having a hard time forming coherent thoughts, and she was doing a remarkably good job of steering you back to the couch. “I... I...” “What is it?” she asked, her hand reaching down to your groin and fondling you through your pajama pants. “You’re looking a little flushed.” She always did this. You made fun of her for falling asleep too early and for being a grandma, but then she went ahead and did things like this. She pushed you onto the couch and straddled your legs, looking down at you. She was the one who had just been asleep, but for some reason, you were the one who felt like you had just been drugged. That was what she did. Kim Lip was your drug.

She bent at the waist, showing off her practiced flexibility, and pulled your pajama pants to the ground, exposing your bulge. “Isn’t this nice?” she whispered, running her hand along your length. “Isn’t this what you want?” “Yes,” you breathed, unable to resist any longer.

That was all you needed to say. Because her shirt was off, tossed to the side, and her panties were on the ground, gracefully kicked away from her. She climbed on top of you, somehow both gentle and commanding, and you knew that this had been the only way the night was going to end.

She lowered herself onto you slowly, and your eyes went wide as you felt yourself enter her. Impossibly warm, impossibly tight. She just felt so damn good. You tried to thrust up into her, but she carefully placed a hand on your chest.

“Let me,” she murmured.

You nodded, rendered mute by the beauty in front of you.

And she began to ride you.

Slowly, at first, the way she liked. You felt yourself somehow still getting harder inside her as she worked her hips, as you gripped her waist, as you found yourself drowning in her eyes.

She started to speed up and her breathing grew heavier. You couldn’t even remember how you had gotten here, all you knew was that right now, Jungeun was your whole world. She was the only thing that existed. Her body on yours, her breath in your ear, the moans she was making--that was all of reality for you.

“I need you,” you managed to say as your nails dug into her back. “I need all of you.”

“I’m all yours,” she moaned. “You feel so good, I--”

She wrapped her hands around the back of your head and locked eyes with you. You saw all her love, all her adoration--you saw her getting overwhelmed by her own emotion. “I’m right here,” you said, reassuring her as she continued to move up and down on you. “I’m right here with you.”

She pulled her face close to yours, her mouth pressed against your ear. “I want your cum.”

The words alone were nearly enough to send you over the edge. The fact that she said things like that...

“W-where?” you stammered.

“Anywhere you want,” she whispered, starting to move a little faster. “Just as long as it’s all mine.”

“Jungeun, I... I can’t hold it...” You knew there was no way, not when she was talking like that. You also knew that your brain wasn’t working and that you wouldn’t be able to think of an answer in time.

Luckily for you, she seemed to understand. She climbed off you and turned around, giving you a perfect view of her toned back and firm ass. “Cum for me,” she said.

Her words were the last straw. Your hand went for your cock and you erupted, spraying all over her back, each rope splattering against her and running down toward the small of her back, collecting in the muscled back dimples. She moaned with her splash, and your brain went completely blank with pleasure and lust for her.

When you were finally finished, she turned back around, not caring about the mess that was now dripping onto the carpet. You were breathing hard, and your head was spinning, but Jungeun was looking very smug.

“Was it worth it?” she asked with that little smile.

“You... are shameless,” you said, catching your breath.

She kissed you full on the mouth, stealing your thoughts away again. “I know,” she said. “Now let’s get me cleaned off, and then to bed. I’m exhausted.” She climbed off you and walked away, her hips swaying as she headed to the bathroom. You watched her go in amazement. How had you gotten so damn lucky?

#kim lip fanfic #kim lip smut #kim lip x reader #kim lip imagines #loona smut #loona imagines #loona fanfic #loona x reader #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #girl group x reader #girl group fanfic #girl group smut #girl group imagines

[lynnsquared]

Looking forward to seeing your works in the future!!! Any g!p lip thoughts?

🐬 first of all tysm that is so sweet u made my day 😭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💞 and... i definitely have a few ‼️ (not a lot tho KJSKJGKJSJK)

G!p jungeun is fs not the biggest (maybe like 5-6ish inches) but her cock is still clean, pink and pretty ☹ but does it really matter, considering she knows exactly how to use it!

bec of this u love to ride her 😣 whenever you bounce on her cock you can feel it hitting all of the right spots and she almost never fails to make u cum (ofc if you don't cum from her dick she uses her long fingers anyway because she cares about your pleasure too~) 😖 another thing about riding her that is so sexy is how she grips onto your thighs or your hips THE WHOLE TIME,,, she does it so much that you could always tell when shes about to cum because her grip tightens so much and her hands shake just a bit 😭

i think the thing jungeun loves the most tho is when u suck her off ☹️ i feel like her cock gets 20x more sensitive when your tongue is wrapped around it.. shes always involuntarily bucking her hips into your mouth, not caring how much you gag or choke because she just feels so good 😭 she loves to hold your hair out of your face while you suck her off, too 😇 with that, she'd often grip it super tight or pull it or.. both. she loves to cum in your mouth, too.. feeling so satisfied with herself as she looks down at you with her seed all over your tongue before you swallow 🤭

and also she takes the best dick pics ever just like. objectively . never those nasty ones with the terrible angles where she holds it awkwardly in her hand.. no.!!! her favs would be pics of her dick print in her boxers 😣 and also ones where the pink tip of her cock stick out of the rim of her boxers teasingly.. shes def the type to send you these pics while you're out and about, too.. 😵 like if ur out and about with ur friends or at work u need to be SO careful checking your phone because your gf has a nasty habit of sending you dick pics when you're not at home 😓 (and ofc when you do get home she loves when you """punish""" her by grinding against her dick without ever actually putting it in until she cums all over her own stomach with a faux-embarrassed look on her face)

sorry if this sucks, btw 😭 gp lippie is a lovely thought but its not something i think about a lot ☹️ anyway, i hope you like it even if this is a veryy underdeveloped thought and sounds like something i made up in 30 minutes sfjkjkfkj

#lynn's drabbles #this was a tad bit rushed cus i've been procrastinating bad im soo sorry anon but i've had so many ideas recently 😭 #and lowk figuring out when to write them all has been stressing me out so 😓 i am sorry #loona smut #loona x reader #loona x fem reader #loona imagines #kim lip x reader #kim lip x fem reader #kim jungeun x reader #kim jungeun x fem reader #girl group x fem reader #girl group smut

[kgs10]

My love

Loona Kim Lip X 13th member (fem)

Genre- Fluff - suggestive? Warnings- cussing

Got the information about the concert in Chicago from twitter. the @ is @pttkimlip.

The tour has been a mess. The venues are small, Chuu isn't here, there are no days off in between shows, and the members are not feeling well but they still perform. They love their fans but in one particular concert, they were mean and disrespectful.

It was about 2/3 of the way through the concert, during a talking segment with the girls. Olivia had already gone and then it was your turn. You said your piece and when you stopped a few people in the front where you were standing started chanting your name ("Y/n, y/n, y/n") and it was a little delayed so it started when Kim Lip was beginning to speak. The group of 20 people kept going and Kim Lip said "Guys please" and made a hand-waving motion to quiet them down.

You were watching the whole thing go down and you started to get pissed so you put your hand on her lower back to signal for you to speak again.

"Orbits when someone is talking you be quiet. The girls worked really hard to speak to you guys in English. Let me remind you, that English isn't their first language. Not even their second." You said into the mic really loud and everyone was really silent. It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop when you stopped speaking.

"It better be this silent when Kim Lip starts talking. Got it?" You said and everybody except for the 20 people that were chanting your name started clapping. Then you made a waving motion to stop them from clapping anymore.

While you were talking Kim Lip turned around a few times to compose herself. She was clearly uncomfortable with this.

"My love. Go ahead." You said to Kim Lip while pushing your mic away from your mouth. But when she tried to talk again the group of 20 people that were chanting your name were trying to make up for it and started to chant her name. It was already too late and it just made it worst.

She looked at you and you understood what she was thinking so you gave her a nod and she walked off stage.

"I know you guys were trying to make up for it but you could have done it after she stopped talking. Or at the end of the show." You said and you saw on the monitor that it was time for the next song.

"Next song is ptt." you said while waving her hand for the music director to play the song.

After Kim Lip left, the energy was down and you didn't feel bad at all. You were known for speaking your mind if something was wrong. So it wasn't until "Hi High" when the energy was back up and like half of the nightsticks were red for the rest of the night.

So after the concert and the M&G, you got stopped by your managers and got scolded but you didn't care at all. All you cared about was making sure Kim Lip was happy.

After you got scolded you went to go check on Kim Lip. You got told that she was in the green room. You went into the green room and you could tell that she's been crying because her eyes are red and her cheeks are puffy.

Your guys' relationship is... complicated. Y'all both know you guys like each other. You both flirt with each other but you guys just haven't acted on it.

She was sitting on the couch so you kneeled in front of her and put your hands on her knees.

"I'm sorry that the majority of Americans lack common decency." You said while rubbing your thumbs on her knees.

"I'm sorry for walking off stage and having the energy be down because of that. But thank you for standing up for me. You could've been nicer about it." She said while fiddling with her fingers.

You notice that she was fiddling with her fingers so you took her hands and kissed both of her wrists. "You my love... have nothing to be sorry for. I would've walked off and so would the other girls."

She giggled when you kissed her wrist. "I've already gotten scolded for it. They deserved." You crinkled your nose.

"What do you think the netizens will say about this?" She said while playing with your fingers.

"Don't think about it ok? They don't matter. They are just people that sit behind a computer screen and judge people. While we are rich and perform in front of thousands of people... and we look hot while doing it." You said.

She laughed and you said, "There's that pretty laugh." She blushed and turned away from you.

Yeojin came to check on you guys because you have been in here talking for about 30 minutes and she saw that Kim Lip was smiling and not crying and said "Let's go eat. We are hungry."

You looked at Kim Lip and said "You heard the girl. Let's go!"

You stood and let go of her hands and grabbed her jacket for her and help her put it on her. Then you grabbed her hand and lead her out.

Kim Lip thought about you the entire night. Not even thinking about what the tabloids will say or about what orbits will say.

You guys had dinner and headed back to the hotel to pack. Luckily for you, you shared a room with Kim Lip.

You guys' had finished packing and you plopped onto the bed.

"I should be tired but I'm not. Are you tired?" You asked Kim Lip. You sat up on the bed and looked up at her on the other bed.

"No. I'm not." She looked at you. "Wanna go to the pool? I think Manager unnie said that we could go."

"Yes. Let's go." You said. So you got your bathing suit from your suitcase and told her that you will change in the bathroom and she can change out here.

You took some towels from the bathroom and made sure she was all the way dressed before you came out.

You came out of the bathroom and you didn't realize that you didn't grab a t-shirt so you came out looking so hot with your two-piece on. You were very proud of your body. You were muscular, but not too muscular.

You saw Kim Lip staring at your body and you said, "Take a picture it'll last longer."

She blushed and shook her head to get rid of any thoughts of you. "Oh shut up. Let's go."

You grabbed a t-shirt and put it on. Then you took Kim Lip's hand and intertwined them and started walking to the pool.

You got to the pool and set down your stuff and made sure nobody knew who you guys' were. Once the close was clear you took off your shirt and jumped in.

Kim Lip laughed when you jumped in and shook her head. You popped your head up and she said "You are such a kid."

You laughed and said "Come on in it's warm. Feels good."

She jumped in and splashed you when she did. "Ooh. Is that how you're going to play it?" You said once she popped her head out of the water.

You guys' started a water fight. She started to swim away. You grabbed her by the waist and turn her around to face you. "You win. You win." She said. You still had your arms around her waist and you panicked and took your hands off her. You're afraid that you went too far.

She saw how you felt when you realized that your hands were wrapped around her waist, so she took your arms back and wrapped them around her waist. Then she put her arms around your neck and wrapped her legs around your waist.

She then whispered in your ear and said, "Relax baby. You're so tense."

You had relaxed a little but her whispering in your ear sent shivers down your body. She pulled back and looked at your then you lips.

You saw that and looked at her lips. "Can I kiss you?"

She loved that you asked her first. She nodded and leaned in. It was a soft kiss at first. Then you put your hands on her lower back and pushed her against you. She moaned into your mouth. You made notice of what you just did. You smiled against her lips. You put your forehead on hers and said "I've been dying to do that for months."

"Why haven't you done it sooner?" She pulled back. You rubbed up and down her back and said "I didn't wanna ruin our relationship. I didn't wanna make you upset because we've been so busy and everyone was so tired. All I wanna do is make you happy."

She seemed happy with that answer and kissed you hard. You pulled back because you needed some air. "Wanna get out? Starting to get wrinkles."

She nodded. You got out of the pool and made your way back to the hotel room.

You got to the hotel room and said "You can go ahead and shower. I'll go next."

"Wanna join me?" She said nonchalantly. You thought about it for a second and said "Take me out to dinner first."

She laughed and said "Alright. How about this when we have a few days off let's get dinner. My treat."

"Well in that case I would love to."

She nodded and hopped in the shower. You kept yourself preoccupied on your phone looking through Twitter to see what people have said about tonight's concert. There were good and bad responses. More good than bad though. You were too immersed in your phone that you didn't even notice Kim Lip coming out of the bathroom.

"What are they saying?" She asked while drying her hair. "Some responses are good and some are bad but not too bad. There are more good responses though. They are saying that they are sorry and wish they could take it back."

"Good. I'm tired. You can take a shower now." She said

You grabbed your towel and headed to the bathroom for a shower. You were in there for a longer time to just process what just happened and man were you turned on. You can't get the sound that she made when you pushed her up against you. You wanted to wait and make it special for you guys' first time. Since it was your first time doing anything with anybody.

You got out of the shower and got dressed. You opened the door and saw Kim Lip laying on her bed. She was laughing at her phone. You loved the sound of her laugh.

"Whatcha laughing about over there?" you asked while drying your hair.

"I was looking at Twitter and somebody read your lips when you talked to me at the concert. It's cute. We can just say that you call everybody that."

You nodded. You liked to sleep with a sports bra on and shorts because you got hot in the middle of the night so when Kim Lip saw your sleeping attire she got in her head thinking about the ways you could ruin her.

You got into bed and she said "You know doctors say that cuddling with someone while you are sleeping helps you sleep better at night."

You opened up the covers for her and said "You could have just asked me if you wanted to sleep with me."

She climbed under the covers and you put your arm under her head and the other one on her arm that was draped across your stomach.

She was rubbing up and down on your abs and that made you smile.

"Goodnight my love. See you in the morning." I said and kissed her head.

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[wintersera]

heelipsoul biased you’re So real!!! could you write a foursome with fem!reader and g!p heelipsoul? 🙏🏻

cw: foursome, g!p idol x manager!fem reader, sub reader, oral (reader giving), handjob, sorta dubcon? somnophilia

heelipsoul being 3/5 of the fuckboy line in loona is so crazy to me like they’d be flirting with you non stop. and boy they’re fucking perverse as hell. heej is always trying to get you in a room to fuck, kimlip deliberately feeling you up after music video shoots or photoshoots and jinsoul is practically all over you and doesn’t give a fuck.

yeah they’d have these silly little arguments from time to time. arguments being whoever gets you for tonight or the next day, or maybe today… like, they’re insane. full on competitions and they’re so serious about it too??? one day they’d settle on an agreement when you weren’t anywhere in the vicinity of them. who gets to have you tonight?? all three of them of course 🤭

snickering as they knock on your apartment door and shit, bigass grins on their face. you’d think they were crazy, little did yk they had many plans for tonight!!

few seconds in and they’re escorting you to your bedroom. not wasting one second, kimlip and jinsoul pin your wrists to the bed while heejin takes off her boxers, cock pretty much at the ready. shoving her length in your already dripping cunt (lippie and jinsoul were playing with your tits while heej was prepping herself). kimlip then taking your mouth and finally ,jinsoul grabbing your hand and using it as if it was a fleshlight.

it felt too overwhelming that all of a sudden three girls were basically using you as a fuck toy, you weren’t opposed to it but it felt like it was very abrupt.

at this point it had been going on all night, you ending up in various different positions while the three girls changed their positions as well. fucked out from all the teasing and the overstimulation, you pass out in jinsouls arms. tbh it was very valid that you had bc they were keeping you up all night, but that didn’t stop them from fucking you in your sleep 😭

at the end of it all you were basically limping your way over to bbc (burn that fuckass company) all the other staff members looking at you weird except from heelipsoul who were winking at you.

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