gojo satoru x afab!reader, 1.1k words
warnings: cum, cum/creampie eating, fingering, shower sex
nsfw — minors do not interact.
“where does it go?”
“where does what go?”
“well, you know.” satoru gestures vaguely towards your nether region. “my cum.”
“gross, satoru.” you tug on his elbow to turn him around and he does, baring his back to you, and you scrub your soapy loofah down the wide expanse of his back. “but if you must know, it sort of leaks out after a while. that’s why i wear a liner—” you point over his shoulder to the thin lime green pad sitting on the bathroom counter. “—it catches the excess.”
satoru turns to look at you, bright blue eyes flashing with curiosity and mischief. “meaning there’s still some of it inside you now?” he asks with a shit-eating grin.
“gross, satoru!” you repeat, and drag him under the spray so he can wash the soap off. “i mean, yes, but did you really have to ask?”
“i was just curious!” he laughs, and the tiny shower booth amplifies the sound all around you, interlaced with the pitter-patter of water on the tiles. “say, sweetheart— would you let me do the honours of getting the rest out?”
“now?”
“if not now, then when?”
you still, hands on your boyfriend’s chest, and seriously contemplate if it was worth giving in to him and his curiosity this time. because as much as you liked his fingers (especially so when they were inside you in some way), you were also looking forward to heading straight to bed after this for a good, long sleep.
“c’mon, don’t overthink it,” satoru insists, shaking droplets of water from his hair. he peeks at you through his fringe, almost shyly, though you know gojo satoru is anything but shy. “leg up, babe.”
you let him hoist your leg around his bony hip and grimace at the stretch—you were still sore from the past three rounds that happened an hour ago. yet, you couldn’t resist the steady waves of pleasure pooling in your stomach as satoru sucks on two fingers before pushing them inside of you slowly.
you moan, a breathy, almost tired one. you feel his fingers rubbing up against your walls, scissoring, then pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. a particularly firm press against the spongy spot up front had you arching into satoru, hands slipping and sliding and clawing at his wet shoulders.
“that’s the spot, huh?” your lover murmurs, entranced. he tears his gaze away from the tempting sight of you swallowing up his lithe fingers to look you in the eye. “does it feel good?”
“you know it does,” you groan, then pull him closer by the neck to kiss him.
the kiss was messy, full of loud smacks that reverberated around the walls of your shower stall. the way your lover’s finger crooks up inside you, rubbing at your sore spot without mercy, had you moaning into his mouth breathlessly and whining when he adds his ring finger to the mix.
you break away from the kiss, panting. “satoru, do you plan on cleaning me up or were you just looking for an excuse to finger me in the shower?”
“cleaning you up, of course. look.” he pulls out, bringing his hand up to your faces to scrutinise the milky white coating on his fingers—a sticky mixture of your release and his from that night. the pair of you watch with bated breaths as satoru turns his hand over, slick glinting over his knuckles and webbing between his fingers. “aren’t i doing a good job?”
you open your mouth to retort, ready to reprimand him for being a filthy freak, but find yourself unable to speak when your boyfriend sticks his soiled fingers into your mouth with a laugh.
“i know you're about to call me a filthy freak, babe.” he chuckles while your face burns with embarrassment, though that doesn’t stop you from sucking off his fingers on instinct.
“takes one to know one,” you spit when he finally pulls his fingers out to return them between your thighs, but you could barely finish your sentence before satoru’s licking hotly into your mouth again, tasting the heady mixture of your release and his.
you can feel him pressed up against your stomach now, hot and leaking and raring to go. yet, satoru makes no move to try and fuck you, instead content with having his fingers stuffed deep inside you. any complaints you had about soreness and the general inconvenience of shower sex went down the drain when your lover thumbs at your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles that had you crying out his name in shame.
“gonna cum,” you choked out, arms looping around satoru’s neck to bring him closer. “g-gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum—”
“that was fast,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead in what seemed like a reward. “c’mon, sweet. cum for me.” satoru’s quiet encouragement was worlds different from his usual mischievous tone. “you can do it.”
“i fucking know i can,” you whimper, though the irritation in your voice was lost to pleasure as you climaxed around his fingers. stomach cramping, skin still hot and sensitive to touch, you slump into your lover while he helps you ride the last throes of pleasure.
“good job, babe. that’s the fourth one tonight. is that a new record?”
“i’unno. probably.”
“nice.”
satoru pulls you up and holds you steady, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. you let yourself lean all of your weight on your lover while he kisses your hair, then the tip of your ear, then your burning cheek.
propping you up against him with one arm while the other flips the shower on, satoru guides you under the spray again once a cautionary foot ascertains that the water is warm enough. you sigh into his chest, your breathing evening out while your lover rubs your back encouragingly. sure, you were more tired than before—and you were even stickier between the legs now—but you can’t say you regretted the mindblowing orgasm that came out of this. plus, you were pretty sure you’d have the best sleep of your life once you dried off—which is one of your favourite things about your partner’s high libido. speaking of which…
“s’toru,” you slur into his skin tiredly. “you didn’t cum.”
“it’s fine, sweetheart. i’ll take care of it once i bring you to bed.”
you glance up at him and are taken aback to see the sincerity in his expression; no just kidding, babe! or you can suck me off once you’re dry! lurking in wait.
“that’s sweet, baby.” you lean up to peck his jaw, and pull back to see his smile mirror yours. “who are you and what did you do to my touch-starved, blowjob-loving, filthy freak gojo satoru?”
“he’ll be back tomorrow morning,” your partner promises, tilting your head back gently to capture your lips in a kiss. when he pulls back, however, his soft smile has turned into a proud smirk. “after all, it’s only right for me to fill you up again now that i’ve emptied you nice and clean, no?”
“Honey, I have something special waiting for you when you get home,” Eunha says over the phone, excitement in her voice. “You’re not going to believe what it is!”
“Is it another bunny?” You ask her. At this point, you’ve gotten into the rhythm of Eunha bringing someone else in. It was about time that she had another woman brought in. You thought more about how Eunha would give birth soon enough, along with Nayeon. So, in theory, this would end, but knowing Eunha, she liked watching you in action, so it could very well keep going.
After a long silence on the phone, Eunha responds with, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that. Anyway, come home soon!” Her response makes you laugh, and she hangs up the phone. You drive home thinking about the women Eunha has set you up with: Eunbi, Tsuki, Jihan, and Nayeon. Eunha, Nayeon, and Eunbi each have bulging bellies as they’ve moved further in their pregnancies. Tsuki and Jihan haven’t given you their announcement yet, but considering your track record, there was little doubt in your mind they were pregnant, too.
As you arrive home, you find the door locked and have to get your keys out. Before you’re able to, however, Eunha opens the door and pokes her head out. “Just a minute, we got behind schedule.”
“We?”
Eunha realizes she’s possibly spoiled her surprise and recants her previous statement. “I meant that I’m a little behind schedule.” She reaches out from behind the door and playfully slaps your chest. “You’re making me flustered. Just wait a minute, and I’ll let you in.” You wait outside for a few minutes, occasionally checking your phone, wondering what was taking so long. The door opens after a few more minutes, and Eunha welcomes you inside. “Let me take your things, Honey,” Eunha grabs your coat, taking it off before you can say anything. You notice her clothes, a purple sheer nightgown. Her swollen breasts and dark brown nipple steal your attention, and you’re drawn to them. You bring Eunha into your arms, and before she can protest, you pinch her nipple lightly, making her whine as some milk leaks out. “Ah, Honey, wait.” Eunha moans; she leads you into your bedroom. You continue to look at her before she points out that you’re not alone. “Do you like your gift?” She says, motioning toward the bed.
A naked woman is on the bed with handcuffs tying her arms to her ankles and her ass raised high. Her legs are coated in her nectar, and she starts wiggling her ass. You walk around the bed and recognize the small woman as Yuna. “Yuna’s my present?”
“That’s right.” She responds. You notice Yuna struggle against her bindings.
“Yep!” Eunha chirps. “She… might not be all there; I gave her some super strong aphrodisiacs. It made tying her up like that really difficult.”
“Why didn’t you give them to her after tying her up?” You ask in response.
“I didn’t think that far ahead. She was too excited. Nayeon has been filling her head with stories, but I hope you enjoy her.” Eunha sits down in the corner of the room and spreads her legs, sliding her fingers along her slit. You get hard watching her finger herself and then turn back to Yuna. Dropping your pants, you see Yuna smile, her wide grin having some hunger behind it as she stares at your bulge.
You put your hand to your bulge, “Is this what you want?”
Yuna nods her head repeatedly, “I want it. I want it really bad.” You walk behind Yuna, running your hand along her lower body. You squeeze her ass and hear her gasp. “Mmm, yes. More,” Yuna begs. You move your hand lower and run your fingertips along her slit. Your fingers are quickly covered in her juices. You prod her entrance and watch as Yuna tries to move her body to get more pleasure from your fingers. Yuna starts to whimper as you pull your fingers just out of reach. You take a seat beside Yuna and spank her with your other hand.
“You have to control yourself, Yuna.” You tell her. Moving your fingers back, you run them along her lips. Yuna’s moans grow louder as she begs for you to put them in her and begs for you to stop teasing her. You’re finding it too much fun, though. You spank her again, leaving a handprint on her ass. “I’ll make sure you get everything you want tonight, Yuna.” You push one finger inside Yuna, just up to the first knuckle. You hear her moan loudly despite there barely being any penetration. You pull your finger out of Yuna and remove your remaining clothes. You tease Yuna, taking your cock in hand and putting it before her face. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes! Please give it to me!” Yuna begs.
You turn back to Eunha, “Should I give it to her?” Eunha giggles to herself at the question. She gives you a quick nod. Behind Yuna, you place your cock between her legs and slide between them, coating your cock in a layer of her nectar. You lean forward, pressing yourself against her smooth back. “I hope you don’t break on me, Yuna.” You whisper into her ear before blowing cool air. She shudders, and before she can respond, you adjust yourself and ram your length into her cunt. Yuna yells at the sudden intrusion, but quickly, she starts to moan and beg for you to move. You deny her for the moment, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of her tight cunt squeezing your cock. As you pull out, you feel her walls gripping you and watch as her cunt tries to keep you in.
You leave the tip inside and ram yourself back in, Yuna’s body lurches forward, and she cries out, “Oh fucking god. Yes!” Her voice is pleasing to the ear, and you want to hear her wear herself out. You start giving Yuna strong, quick thrusts. To keep her from moving too much, you hold her waist with one hand, digging yourself into her soft flesh. Your other hand pulls on Yuna’s hair; it forces her head back a little. Due to her position and bindings, you couldn’t pull much harder without causing her harm. “More, More!” Yuna cries; you can hear her panting between her words.
The clapping of your body fills the room as you lean forward and ask Yuna a question. “Are you enjoying Daddy’s cock?”
“I love Daddy’s cock.” She moans back immediately. You smile at her response and spank her as a reward. You feel her walls tighten around you as you continue your thrusts. The added pressure makes you groan; though you’re not near your orgasm, you weren’t going to edge Yuna. You would overstimulate her. You continue thrusting, driving your cock into her cunt. “D-Daddy, I’m cumming!” She yells before burying her face into the bedsheets. Her muffled screams continue as she cums on your cock. You continue to move, not stopping for a moment. Yuna’s tightening cunt is wonderful, and you want more from her. You snake your hands under her body and find her breasts. You squeeze them roughly and adjust your angle, beginning to plow Yuna into the bed. “Daddy, wait…” Yuna moans out from under you. You refuse to hear her out and continue thrusting, slamming yourself against her womb as you enjoy yourself. You feel her walls tighten around you again. She’s on the verge of cumming again. Quickly, you flip Yuna onto her back and impale her with your cock. You want to look at her face as she cums. Your continued thrusts make Yuna cum again; you feel her pussy try to milk you. You’re getting closer to your orgasm, but it would take a little more. Yuna’s expression is amusing to you; her tongue sticks out while her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“Aww, is my baby already tired?” You ask her.
“D…addy,” She mumbles, struggling to form a coherent thought. Pounding away at Yuna’s tiny body, you get a good look at it. Her small breasts were topped with light pink nubs; she had a smooth and toned stomach. You attach yourself to her breast, lightly biting her nipple and making her voice slightly louder.
“Are you liking Daddy’s cock?” You ask her, not expecting a response.
“Cock…” She says with a smile. It’s amusing to you how she can still focus on the thing giving her pleasure. You playfully slap her cheek. Slowing down, you move up and kiss Yuna, dominating her as her tongue lazily moves around. You grab Yuna’s legs and lift them; once in the mating press, you drive your cock back into her. Yuna can think of nothing else but you at this point. As your cock is being repeatedly driven into her deepest parts, she can feel her cunt shaping itself to suit you.
You start to near your orgasm, “Yuna, I’m going to cum.” Yuna repeats your last word as if begging you to cum. You increase the pace; her breasts begin to bounce with every thrust. You glance back at Eunha and watch as she speeds up her movements, circling her clit as she watches you get near your climax. As you turn back to Yuna, you kiss her and bury your cock inside her as you unload. Her eyes shoot open as she feelings your hot cum rush into her womb. She squeezes you between her legs and begins to shake as she climaxes for the third time. Yuna’s walls milk you, tightening and loosening around you as she tries to get every last drop from you. You give her a few more thrusts, giving her every drop before pulling out. You undo the cuffs holding Yuna’s legs and arms together and watch as she goes limp on the bed. Your cum flows out from her cunt slowly. Though you just came, you want to get some more use out of Yuna. You drag her to the edge of the bed and let her head hang over it. You slap Yuna’s pretty face with your cock, dirtying it with a mixture of your cum and her nectar.
“I need you to help me clean up, Yuna.” Yuna’s head rolls around, tired from her consecutive orgasms. She opens her mouth for you, though. Sliding your cock in, you watch as it disappears into her throat; it expands slightly. Yuna’s tongue runs across the top of your shaft as it slides in and out. As you thrust, you take the opportunity to play with Yuna’s breasts, squeezing the small mounds and making her blowjob more pleasurable as she moans. You speed up a bit and chuckle as your balls slap her face. Yuna doesn’t seem to mind as her right-hand moves down her midsection to her cunt. You watch as Yuna fingers herself while you fuck her throat. The sight pushes you toward your orgasm, and you speed up again. You hold the sides of Yuna’s chest as you begin to thrust with power; Yuna begins to struggle. She gags as your cock impales her throat every time. “Just a little more, Yuna.” You groan, still thrusting. As you’re about to cum you pull out and cum on Yuna. Spewing it onto her face, neck, and chest. You turn around and see Eunha staring back at you. She gets up from her chair, now with a large wet spot, and walks up to Yuna.
“Aww, look at her. She’s so cute.” Eunha says with her usual smile. She pinches the unconscious Yuna’s cheek before looking at you. “Do you think she’s going to wake up soon? You look like you can keep going.” Eunha says as she grasps your semi-hard shaft. “Or do you want me to call Tsuki over? She’s been wanting to have another chance.”
You mull over the idea in your head. “I think Yuna should wake up soon enough. I don’t think she’ll be able to think of anything else besides sex.” You reply. Eunha laughs, smacking your shoulder.
SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.
You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress.
Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.
You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.
"Baby, cmon, let me in." He called out in his innocent voice.
"It's not at all what it looks like, I promise.
The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.
What do you do now? What the fuck are you supposed to do now?
You know Jungkook, fuck you’ve dated this guy for a year you know he wouldn’t hurt you. But after all this? How can you be so sure? Are you sure? The doubt that surrounded you was going to suffocate you, the fear, the shock it was going to eat away at you. If you opened this door right now, you’d be inviting him in. You’d be giving him permission to come in and talk to you, rewarding his behaviour. But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to understand why he did that, why he made you sick of your life.
Maybe it was stupid and naive, maybe it was a mistake. But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when his whiny voice was coming through your door, begging for you to open the door, to let him in. His voice, his presence itself was wrapped around your throat like a snake. He had you obsessed with him, you know that. No man that you’ve ever dated before had this much power over you. They were always obsessed and like puppets for you. But something about Jungkook made you exactly like the men. It was sickening, you know.
Your hand reached for the knob, “baby please, I can explain all of this.”
You shut your eyes, trying so hard not to cry. The key clicked and the door opened, revealing his worried eyes. The rain was literally slamming off the ground, so loud in your ears and the house and the grumbling of the thunder around you was fierce. He pulled you into his chest, hands in your wet hair. He held you so tight as if to prevent you from running away from him again, he smelled good. Sweet and leathery. His leather jacket was soaked, his hair too. It was dripping down his face and onto yours as he cupped your chin, bringing your face closer to his.
Your heart beating out of your chest. But for all the wrong reasons, just as scared as you were a minute ago, right now you’re nervous. Nervous because you want to kiss him, you want to kiss him so bad but at the back of your mind you’re reminded he was stalking you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, rubbing the coldness off it. You closed your eyes, sighing. How come he can make you nervous yet relaxed all at the same time?
“Jungkook..”
“I know baby, I’m so sorry.”
“But why?” Your voice was so small, so hurt and soft.
He entered your house, closing the door behind him. The fire in the chimney the only proper light that was helping you see him. The fire was going when you got home, you’re guessing he was the one who did it. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on your couch.
He must be freezing, he was only wearing a tank top underneath it. You walked around to the smaller couch, right across the fire. Sitting with him and waiting. Not sure what for, but you didn’t know what to ask first. There was a million thoughts racing through your head so all you could do was sit there, listening to the fire crackling in the background.
He stared at you, watching the scared expression on your face. Maybe not scared, but void? He knew he messed up. He really did, but it was much simpler this way. Your eyes finally met his, the gleam in them not as present as before and his heart sinks.
“Why?” You asked, your voice shaky.
You hugged your knees to your chest. Out of reflex his hand began playing with your now semi dry hair, “because I wanted to make sure you’re safe… because I missed you so much that I’d rather die than not be as close to you as possible.”
You shook your head, hiding it in your knees before you sighed leaning away from he touch, “didn’t I say we could remain friendly?”
His expression softened, head tilting to the side just a small bit, “friendly isn’t being friends Y/N. You know that.”
“I don’t know what to think of this… what about the pictures?”
“I’d lose sleep looking at them, engraving every feature of your face into my brain. Into my heart.”
“You can’t say these things Jungkook, or behave like this. We broke up.”
He sighed heavily, “exactly, but I couldn’t be without you. Or close to you. Because every time I’d be away from you I wouldn’t be able to breathe. My entire life would look nothing short of a massive black hole. It was like someone would continuously take my life away, like a battery deteriorating.”
It was silent once again. What could you say to that? There’s nothing that you could possibly say and not hurt him. You loved him so much, so much that you find it comforting that it was him stalking you. Beside you at all times. Though it doesn’t excuse what he did.
“Why did you break up with me, be honest with me.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, the room suddenly too warm. You’re not sure why you were sitting in almost pure dark aside from the fire in the chimney, though it did bring a certain level of comfort to you. You leaned into his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Your fingers playing with the hem of his head white tank top.
You didn’t know how tell him without upsetting him. That’s the last thing you want to do, but at the same time he does deserve an explanation. Mostly because for some reason you resent his mother more than you ever have before. She’s ruined this beautiful thing that you had with him, all because of her personal feelings and issues. Such stupid people.
“Your mother was giving me hell. She kept following me whenever we’d be together, she’d tell me to stop leeching off of you, to leave you because a low class like me doesn’t deserve prestige.”
He was quiet. The fire felt ice cold compared to the fire taking over his body. His mother never had the right to come between your relationship. She shouldn’t have ever said even a word to you. His mother was someone he could barely tolerate as is, but right now, right now he’s not even sure if she exists for him anymore. Sure she’s his mother, the woman who gave him life. But she was never truly there, she never hugged him, or spoken softly to him. She’s never played with or talked to him about anything but his grades. She was practically never present in his life, she had absolutely no right to intervene.
“She had no right…” he trailed off, “I hate her.”
You shook your head, “don’t. She was just concerned about you.”
He laughed mockingly, “she wasn’t concerned about me, she was concerned about herself and her money. She was never there for me. She never cared about me, I only ever felt the love of my father, until he died. She didn’t even comfort me, I was seven years old when the only person who ever showed me love died. She told me to stop crying before she dropped me off to school. I was then picked up by my babysitter. That’s the mother she was. I despise her.”
You frowned, heart sulking at the thought of seven year old doe eyed Jungkook hurting by himself.
“Kook,” you whispered, climbing on top of him, “I love you.”
“ I know that,” he smiled, head leaning back against the couch “I love you so much more, I think you know.”
“That’s not funny” you chuckled.
He smiled as you held his face in your hands. Your lips so close to his own. He couldn’t take it, the warmth of your plump lips against his own melted him within seconds. It was messy, rough and dirty, the type of kiss that had his breath stuck. The type that made him hiss as you hands began trailing over his body. Feeling the warm smooth skin beneath your hands. He was fucked, so whipped for you.
Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding softly against his bulge. He hissed, detaching from your mouth, his hands now on your face, eyes looking between your bodies and brows pulled into a frown.
“Fuck Y/N,” he hissed as you pressed down harder, “are you sure?”
“Isn’t this what you want Jungkook?” You said, voice low and uneven from your rocking, “ you must have been going crazy hm? Watching me fuck myself in my room, watching me play with my pussy the way you would. Every time I came, I thought of you. Every time I fucked my self I imagined it was you. Fucking me so good, the way only you know how to.”
He groaned, a deep guttural groan that resonated against your own chest. He flipped you over, laying you down on the couch as he hovered over you. His necklace hanging above you. Fuck he’s so fucking hot.
“Should I fuck you good now? Or should I fuck you so good you’ll never be able to pleasure yourself without me hm?”
You scoffed, “as if”.
He didn’t need much time to have you naked underneath him, only taking his pants off. Yet you were fully naked underneath him, breasts round and plump. Fuck he could cum just at the sight of you. Your pussy was pulsating with need, the bottom of your stomach filled with hundreds of butterflies. As he kissed down your body, sucking and marking, his finger dipped into the wetness of your cunt. It made him smile against your ribs, always so ready for him.
His mouth was hot against your skin, bruising every inch of it as your breathing hardened, his finger playing with your clit, “mm kook I need you”.
He was busy marking your skin, but still listened. He eased a finger inside, hooking it as he pumped it in and out, rubbing the walls of your pussy as you moaned a little more now. Breathy and soft. God he loved you so much. His finger continued its sweet torture inside you as his tongue bestowed itself on your clit, flicking it and sucking, alternating between the two. It was good, so good, but you needed more. You need him inside you.
“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck. Me.”
He chuckled, going to take his shirt off before you stopped him, “leave it on.”
He didn’t tease, he just smirked before lining himself up with you, “still on the pill?”
You nodded closing your eyes as he eased the tip inside, just the smallest bit. Every time you thought he’d push in more he’d only pull out, making you whine. What a tease. It took you by surprise when he finally did push all of himself in. Right to the brim. You gasped against each others mouth, kisses only ghosting against each other as he continued fucking into you. He did exactly as he promised. He fucked you good. Too good. He was pumping in and out of you at a pace that had your breath stuck mid air, that had you arching right off the couch and into him.
His pace was animalistic, balls slapping off your ass. The tip of his dick kissing that good spot inside you, he was everywhere. You could feel him in your stomach, pumping in and out with a rhythm, with so much precision that you’d have his babies right now.
“Fuck kook,”
“Shit”
Your thighs were on fire, tightening around his waist as his thumb came down on your clit, drawing perfect little circles and matching his pace. It was insane. There were not thoughts inside your head aside from him, from his furrowed brows and masculine scent to his dick. He pushed forward a little more, earning a loud moan out of you. A moan that bounced right off the walls, your nails digging into his back as he forced your legs higher up his waist. Getting a better angle and access to that sweet spot.
You were a goner that second, when began shallowly fucking you. Your face said it all, your pitching moans and quicker breathing. The red chest and cheeks, you were cumming. Right around his cock, it took him only a few hard and sloppy rounds before he followed after you. Filling you up with his cum.
He stayed buried inside you, your pussy now overstimulated and swollen. His lips never left yours, barely giving you any time to breathe. You missed him so much, so much that you didn’t even realise it until now.
“I’m sorry.”
You smiled at him lazily, fucked out, “don’t be, just don’t stalk me. Not that you have to anymore.”
You just laid there, with him still inside you and on top. He was dozing off as you took the white fluffy blanket and laid it on top of you two. Your fingers gently playing with his hair.
“You’re lucky you’re cute” you chuckled.
a/n: I know this is so short please forgive me lol. Hope y’all enjoyed! Also what do y’all think? Should she have forgiven him? I think she should (obviously ha) I mean he’s Jungkook ;).
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WHEN YOU GOT HOME, THE LIGHTNESS IN YOUR CHEST QUICKLY BECAME THICK UNEASINESS.
Your bi-level penthouse was dark when you entered, and you felt more alone than ever. Even your day out with Yuna felt strange; deep down, you didn't exactly forgive her, but you felt obligated to accept her apology once she poured her heart out to you. At this point, you didn't even want to check your texts from Giselle, Karina, or Yeonjun about the Instagram stories she posted. You were just as exasperated that she took them despite her so-called social media break.
Even calling your father felt like a chore. You listened to him ramble on about how you needed to do better and strive for greatness. Fix up your resumé. Reach out if you needed referrals. Do more. Make connections. Work harder. Be the person he wanted you to be.
After you showered and settled in to unwind for the night, you heard a knock at the door—five knocks, actually. The pattern was familiar; it was Sunghoon's signature knock. You and your boyfriend came up with it years ago to use on each other, and the repetition made your heart twist painfully in your chest.
You weren't quite sure if you were ready to see him. Not after the argument you both had.
Still, you crossed your living room to open the door because you were far too weak to ignore him.
When you saw him, flushed cheeks from the cold and fluffy hair falling over his forehead, you felt butterflies flap violently in your stomach.
"Can I come in?" he asked, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his trench coat.
"Of course." You opened the door wider for him. "I thought you said you were busy."
"Never too busy for my girl."
Normally, those words would have made you blush so hotly that you wouldn't be able to hide your shyness from him. This time, however, you felt a pang of disappointment. How come he could say that so easily but went back on his words every single time? Not to mention he wasn't even looking at you as he said it.
"Are you staying over tonight?" you asked, hope swelling in your chest when he took off his coat.
You and Sunghoon hadn't slept together since school started, and it was starting to upset you because you hardly got to see him over the summer, too. He was busy with his internship most of the time, and then when you two went to Bora Bora with Heeseung, you barely had any privacy to start anything with him.
"Can I?" He circled his arms around your waist to pull you closer. His voice dropped to a murmur when he added, "I think I'll be really tired later, so..."
You swallowed thickly. That could only mean one thing, right? You hoped you weren't getting your hopes up over nothing. The scalding knot in your stomach grew tighter when you felt his body press against yours.
"Yeah, I still have your pajamas," you said, "and your toothbrush is still in my bathroom."
After leading him to the couch, your boyfriend gave you a foot massage while you told him about your day. You admitted to feeling lonely, and Sunghoon apologized with a frown, although you weren't feeling hopeful that he would do anything about it.
"Is it school that's stressing you out?" he asked in that ever-so-tender voice that made you melt. "Is it The Order? You don't have to try so hard, you know?"
"They only take fifteen people," you replied. "I can't be sure one of them will be me."
"Better you than anyone else. I thought you said you were getting close to Jennie."
"I am, but"—you sighed—"I just feel like I'm gonna blow the interview. What am I gonna do when they ask what I wanna do with my life?"
Sunghoon gave you an odd look, as if the answer was as clear as day. "Tell them you're taking over Mercy West."
"But what if I don't want to?"
"Why wouldn't you want to?"
Because I'm not you, you thought. Because my aspirations aren't living up to my dad's expectations.
Instead, you settled for saying, "I think I'm just stressed."
"I know it's hard." He was nodding in understanding as he pressed kisses to the top of your head. You were so wrapped up in your own head that you hardly noticed some of the tender pecks. "I almost gave up on trying to be my dad's favorite."
You frowned. "Did Sungjin say something again?"
"He's just being a dick like always, but enough of that. Is everything alright with your parents?"
"They're the same as ever. I see mom, like, four times a year—unless she decides she wants to fly me out somewhere—and then dad's always too busy to be around. At least now I can live alone and go see them whenever they're around."
Then, the strangest words came out of Sunghoon's mouth, and he said them as if he was in some sort of dreamlike trance. "What if we just ran away together?"
"We could," you replied, entertaining the idea. "Buy a house in Iceland. Raise a couple of dogs together. We could start our own business or something."
"What kind of business?" He hummed as he thought. "Ah, we could make friendship bracelets."
You barked out a laugh. "Friendship bracelets? That's a business?"
"Yeah, you used to be really good at making them. I still have the one you gave me."
"You do?"
"It's not on me because I'm scared of losing it, but I've kept it in a box at home. Still fits like a charm."
You smiled at the memory, thinking back to the days of your youth when you stayed up all night making those bracelets for him and Heeseung. You thought you had unlocked some sort of hidden talent back then (especially after Heeseung went on and on about how he had never seen such a well-made bracelet, which you realized later was probably the first friendship bracelet he had seen). You didn't realize back then that you wove Sunghoon's with special feelings in each strand.
Sunghoon then proposed watching one of the cheesy reality shows you were addicted to. His hands were wrapped securely around you, and you settled comfortably in his chest. The both of you laid there well after the show ended and your TV screen turned off.
"I missed you," he murmured into your hair.
"I missed you, too—so much."
He was stroking your cheek gently by now—soothing circles that almost lulled you into a trance. The unsteady breath you drew in was almost pathetic.
"I'm so tired of all the arguments."
"I don't wanna fight with you, I just—"
"I know." His hands moved up to cup your cheeks, supporting your jaw enough to tilt your chin up higher. His gaze ran over the curve of your lips before he inched closer. "Let me just make it up to you, okay?"
You could only nod, dazed, before Sunghoon pressed his lips to yours with fervor.
His fingers were lost in your hair while your hands gripped the front of his shirt. Your lips succumbed as soon as his tongue prodded at your lower lip, begging for more. Sunghoon didn't seem to have the mind to take it slow; he wanted everything you offered—all at once. The way his hands dropped to your hips to grab you and pull you to him made you believe he would've ravaged you if he had less patience.
He was like a storm. You could hardly keep up with him, but you wanted more. With a broken whimper against his lips and your fingers now unbuttoning his shirt, you completely forgot where you even were as he cupped your breasts with little restraint.
Each kiss felt like he was breathing life back into you. You had yearned for him to hold you like this for so long, and your relationship was starting to feel hopeless once all the constant fights were going on. Now, finally, it felt like that spark was back.
"Sit up," he ordered in a low voice, and you had no mind to question him once you felt his bulge pressing against your thigh, "and take off your shorts."
Was this really happening? You almost always got him off first. He always returned the favor afterward, of course, but this was a shocking development.
But you weren't complaining.
You didn't break eye contact with your boyfriend as you sat back on your white couch, shimmying off your satin shorts before you did so and discarding them. Five grand and soft fabric, but you didn't even care if Sunghoon was about to ruin it.
His gaze was hungry. You had to pretend your veins weren't melting at the very look in his eyes, and, oh, how they darkened at the sight of your bare thighs pressed together.
Sunghoon rolled his sleeves up and then unclasped his watch in a single motion—without even looking at it—and tossed it aside without a second thought. It was the watch his father had gotten him for his eighteenth birthday. The forty grand watch his father had gotten him—laying on the ground.
His hands pushed your legs apart, rubbing your thighs up and down before his fingers teased the band of your underwear. He snapped it playfully, causing you to press your lips together tightly. You didn't dare show him a reaction in case he decided to tease you by pulling away.
But he didn't. He was too impatient for that now as he slipped his fingers past the band and tugged your underwear down to your ankles, keeping direct eye contact with you the entire time. You kicked it off your feet and watched as Sunghoon bent his head to kiss up your thighs.
Slow, open-mouthed kisses that left you biting your lip hard enough that you were almost afraid it would bleed.
"Please," you whispered once he reached the apex of your legs.
Sunghoon grinned up at you, all smug and cocky. The sight could've brought you to your knees if you were still standing.
"Anything for you, my pretty girl."
He moved your legs so that they were over his shoulders, and you leaned back so that you could hold onto the head of the couch. He pressed a hot kiss to your cunt, and you shuddered at the feeling of his soft lips.
He pressed a few more lingering, open-mouthed kisses to your pulsing muscle before licking a long stripe along your soaked cunt, humming inquisitively with an almost insufferable, teasing lilt.
You gasped at the contact, arching back against the couch as Sunghoon flattened his tongue against your folds and continued lapping at your arousal. You felt like you were floating elsewhere, unable to come back down to reality.
It was almost painful how turned on you were. You nearly cried out when his tongue ran over your engorged clit—sore and throbbing from how badly you needed him.
Your soft, broken moans must have roused Sunghoon to push your hips down and start eating you out with sudden vigor. You felt sweat start to bead at the bridge of your nose, leaving a sheen across your flushed skin.
With the position you were in, you struggled to grind your hips against his tongue for more. You needed more. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, but you couldn't stop yourself from chasing your high.
"How good am I making you feel?" he asked in that silky, velvety voice of his.
"S-so good," you managed to get out through teary eyes. "I can't, Hoon, I—"
He shushed you with his lips still pressed against your cunt. His very breath traveled all the way up your spine, up to your already foggy brain and making it all the more cloudy and dazed.
"Cum for me, pretty girl," he murmured, and he plunged his tongue inside you with no mercy.
You felt like you had burst into flames seconds later. The pleasure racked your body in waves, nearly causing you to double over on the arm of your couch. You gripped the fabric tighter until you suspected you had plucked some loose strings right out.
You had no idea you were crying out in pleasure until Sunghoon was shushing you gently, moving back up right after your orgasm to hold you in his arms and kiss you with utmost passion. You were practically clawing at him, begging him to help you ride out your orgasm, but he wasn't listening.
You pouted, whining, "But I want more."
"Baby, it's late," he said, stroking your hair after he pushed the loose strands out of your face. "I promise we'll have all the time in the world to ourselves soon."
Although you were slightly disappointed, you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you tight to his body. He knew that you liked to be a little clingy after intimacy, so even though you were upset that you couldn't pleasure him in return, you still wanted to be close to your boyfriend.
You let Sunghoon carry you to bed. He was always so gentle in how he laid you down properly in your queen-sized bed and tucked you in. Even though your eyelids felt heavy, you waited for him to change into the spare clothes he left at your place ages ago, and then crawl in next to you once he was ready.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the palm of your hand.
Sunghoon stroked your side gently, circling his thumb against your skin as he asked you, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," you replied too quickly, still clouded by love and the afterglow of your orgasm.
"Why are you still friends with Yuna?" His gaze was intense for a moment before softening again. "I don't think she's... good for you."
Soon after, hot acid roiled in your gut. The chill that ran down your spine felt like nails against a chalkboard.
Everything came crashing down.
"She's just gonna keep hurting you," he continued, carding his fingers through your hair. When all you could do was stare at him, Sunghoon took that as his cue to settle back into bed and nestle his chin into the crook of your neck. "Just think about it, okay?"
"Wait—is that why you came over?" you asked, hardly audible, and you weren't exactly sure if Sunghoon even caught your words.
"Huh?" He rubbed his eyes, his voice muffled with sleep. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down by his side. "Let's just go to bed, baby. We can talk tomorrow."
Stiff and unwilling, your body hardly relaxed in his hold. You complied all the same, though, because your shock was so immense that no words came to mind. All you could do was close your eyes and will your tears away before your boyfriend noticed that you were crying.
Hysteria rose in your throat, but before the hilarity and absolute despair of the situation was about to overtake you, odd numbness filled your body instead.
You were questioning everything—questioning your feelings for Sunghoon, questioning his feelings for you.
And maybe those weren't butterflies in your stomach, after all. Maybe they were moths, fluttering erratically in the direction of a light that would only burn them.
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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.
Being EXO’s fem!idol crush who gets shipped with them - Maknae Line Ver.
Hyung Line Ver.
a/n: this is based on the SM girl group idol au that i wrote a while back, please read that first so that the writing will make sense :) AND these scenarios are LONG (esp. Chanyeol’s omg it took FOREVER) so i’m splitting this into two parts! enjoy :)
TW: kissing, sleeping in the same bed, mentions of food, slightly suggestive remarks, mentions of bullying, being held, sitting on his lap, mild cursing
Chanyeol:
You were both sent by the company to be on a new variety show called “Idol Roommates,” where a bunch of idols would be living together in the same house for a month. SM had sent you, Chanyeol, Yeri, and Ten, Hybe had sent Beomgyu, Jake, Sakura, and Minji, and JYP had sent Bangchan, Yuna, Lily, and and Gunil. The fans were super excited to see all of their favorite idols be roommates, and you had to admit, you were a little too excited to be living in such close proximity with Chanyeol.
The first episode began with you all arriving to the house with your label mates, and greeting all the other idols in the kitchen. There were cameras hidden all around the house, except for in the bathrooms, so you never really could tell what was being broadcasted and what wasn’t.
“So, what do we do first?” Sakura asked once everyone had arrived.
“Oh, there’s a note here on the table…” Bangchan said as he reached for it. “‘Welcome to your new home for the next month! In this bowl are all of your names. Please draw for your roommate and choose your rooms in order of your ages.’” he read aloud.
“Well, Chanyeol hyung is the oldest, so he goes first.” Ten explained, patting Chanyeol’s shoulder.
“Wow, you don’t have to rub it in.” Chanyeol joked, a playful smile on his face. Everyone laughed along with him, quieting down when he reached into the bowl to draw a name.
“Y/N.” he announced. Everyone turned to you expectantly. Yeri and Ten shot you mischievous grins, to which you blushed and looked away. They knew about your enormous crush on Chanyeol, how he had been your bias since high school, and how you used to have posters of him all over your wall. You shot them a dangerous glare before turning to Chanyeol.
“Alright, shall we go pick our room?” you proposed, desperate to get the attention off yourself.
“Yeah, let’s go!” he agreed, leading you up the stairs.
“This one looks the biggest.” you suggested after you had surveyed all the rooms.
He walked over from the other end of the hall and glanced inside the room you were talking about. “Alright, works for me!”
You had separate beds on opposite sides of the room, but it was still a little awkward. The two of you had several interactions in the past, and they were all pleasant, but mostly formal. You began unpacking your suitcases and shuffling around the room to get settled in silence.
As you did so, you could hear the other groupings running excitedly up the stairs to claim their rooms. Ten and Sakura were first, then Bangchan and Yeri. Gunil had picked Jake, then Beomgyu picked Lily, and that left Yuna and Minji together. Hearing the chatter of your colleagues in the background helped ease the tension a bit.
“Do you sleep with a light on?” Chanyeol asked suddenly, making you jump a bit.
You nodded sheepishly. “I’m a bit scared of the dark to be honest.”
“Ah, you’ll have to remind me. I don’t sleep with a light. Are you okay with having a fan on?”
“Yeah, I don’t mind that!” you told him, shuffling awkwardly. “I’m sorry you got stuck rooming with me. I know I’m not the most fun person in the world.”
“No, don’t be sorry… I’m actually relieved that I drew your name.” he told you reassuringly.
“Really?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity. “Why’s that?”
“Because you’re one of the few people I feel comfortable around in the idol world.” he answered, a tiny, bashful grin on his face.
You tried to ignore the flush creeping up your cheeks. “I feel the same way about you.”
Suddenly, Bangchan and Yeri appeared at your door. “Hey, are you guys ready for the debrief? We’re all heading downstairs now.” Chan asked.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Chanyeol replied, leading you out of the room. He followed Bangchan down the stairs, and with their backs to you, Yeri turned around and wiggled her brows at you. You pushed her forward a bit out of annoyance, causing her to tumble down the stairs by a few steps. You instinctively reached out for her, then looked at her, concerned. You both broke out into laughter, her gripping onto the railing and you holding onto her.
“That would’ve sucked.” Yeri chuckled, holding onto her stomach from laughing so hard.
—————
“Okay, so all the housework has been assigned.” Sakura declared, setting down her slice of pizza. “We’ll do meals in order of oldest to youngest, and chores in order of youngest to oldest.”
The production company had sent you all pizza for your first dinner, but you were instructed to prepare meals for the house for the rest of the time you would be there. That meant that you and Chanyeol would be preparing breakfast tomorrow.
For the remainder of the night, you all just chilled in the enormous living room and talked about all of your careers while a movie played on the TV. Conversation was flowing so smoothly that time just seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, everyone was getting up to get ready for bed, including you and Chanyeol.
“You can take a shower first.” he told you, sitting down at his bed to check his phone.
“Okay, thanks!” you chirped, making your way over to the bathroom.
Once you were done and in your pajamas, which embarrassingly enough had little kittens all over them, you padded your way back over to your own bed. “It’s all yours.” you told him.
“Awesome, be right back.” he responded, getting up from his bed. He did a double take as he looked at you. “Nice pajamas. They’re cute.”
You blushed, trying to focus on drying your hair. “Thank you. Kaori got them for me and I just can’t resist wearing them, even if they are kind of silly.”
“They’re perfect.” he smiled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks to cool them off. Get it together Y/N. You’re on TV.
You went about the rest of your nightly routine, then curled up in bed to scroll on your phone for a bit. After a while, you heard the water shut off, meaning that Chanyeol was done with his shower. And then it happened. Everything went to black.
You yelped a bit at the sudden darkness, gripping onto your blankets.
“Guys?” you heard Gunil shout from down the hallway.
Everyone started emerging into the hallway with their phone flashlights on. “Is everyone okay?” you heard Lily ask.
“Everyone’s here except for Chanyeol and Y/N.” Jake stated. You heard shuffling down the hallway coming towards your room, which only made your anxiety worsen. You didn’t want any of your adult colleagues to see you scared out of your mind just because the electricity went out.
Just as you were preparing to face your housemates, Chanyeol emerged from the bathroom and practically sprinted over to the door with his own phone’s flashlight.
“Yeah, we’re both good in here.” he told your housemates from the doorway, shielding you from the view. “Since it’s the middle of the night anyway, I say we just all go to sleep. The production company’s cameras will have suddenly shut off, so I’m sure they’ll fix it by morning.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Chan agreed. “Well, since everyone’s okay, let’s just go back to our rooms.”
Once everyone was back in their rooms, Chanyeol rushed over to you, sitting down on your bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. You had never seen him so serious before.
“Yeah… just scared…” you shuddered, gripping onto your blankets.
“It’s okay, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he comforted you, patting your shoulder. “Do you think you can try to go to sleep?”
You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I’d be too anxious. I know that nothing is going to happen to me, but it’s just a fear I’ve never been able to shake.”
He looked as if he was tossing an idea around in his head. Hesitantly, he looked back up at you. “Would you be able to sleep if we shared a bed?”
Your eyes went wide. Was Park Chanyeol actually offering to sleep in the same bed as you just so you would feel safe? It was as if all of your dreams were coming true in this moment.
You coughed awkwardly. “Well um… you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but… it would definitely help.” you stuttered out.
“I don’t mind at all.” he told you, a comforting smile on his features. “I just want you to feel better.”
You grinned, feeling your heart swell with emotions, then scooched over to make room for him.
It was obviously a little bit awkward at first. You both faced away from each other, a good three inches of space between the two of you. You thought that was going to be how the rest of the night went, until you started shaking.
“Y/N, are you trembling?” Chanyeol asked, turning towards you.
You froze. “Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just scared.” you sighed in humiliation.
“It’s alright… do you want me to hold you?” he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” you spat out reluctantly, even though your heart was screaming at you to say yes immediately.
“I want to, Y/N.” he told you, a slight chuckle slipping out as he did so. “I mean, who doesn’t want to hold the person they like as they fall asleep?”
Your heart stopped. More than anything, you said in your head.
Your mouth fell open in shock, and you frantically flopped over to face him completely. “You like me?”
He nodded, a small smirk on his face. “I thought it was obvious.”
Your face broke out into a huge, toothy grin, and you lunged forward to hide your blushing face in his chest. He chuckled at your bashfulness, closing his arms around you in a tight embrace.
“Shall we get some sleep?” he asked.
You happily nodded in his hold. “I think I can manage now that I’ll have something to dream about.”
“Goodnight Y/N.” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before curling up around you.
“Goodnight Chanyeol.”
—————
In the morning, you tumbled awake to see him sitting up against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “I was just about to wake you up.” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Did you sleep well?”
You nodded groggily, smiling through squinted eyes. “All thanks to you.” you curled into his side.
“Although you look super adorable right now, we really should get started on breakfast.” he suggested. “We don’t want everyone going hungry.”
“I suppose so…” you sighed, getting out of bed. You both threw on your robes and slippers and made your way downstairs to the kitchen.
“Alright, what are we working with?” Chanyeol inquired as he opened the fridge, inspecting its contents.
“Well first of all, we’re going to need lots of coffee.” you giggled, busying yourself with the coffee pot.
“Very true. I can get started on some eggs and bacon while you do that.” he decided, swiping the ingredients out of the fridge and moving over to the stove. You prepared breakfast in a comfortable silence, that was, until the front door swung open, and three suited men strode in. You recognized one as your manager, but had no idea who the other two were.
“Hyung? What’s going on?” Chanyeol asked one of the men you didn’t know. You now assumed it was his manager.
“Don’t worry, we shut the cameras off this morning.” the man responded to him. “However, the production manager would like to tell you something.” He turned to the last remaining unidentified man and looked at him begrudgingly. Your own manager looked equally as annoyed with the supposed production manager, tapping his foot impatiently.
The man sighed. “The electrical outage was staged last night. Cameras were rolling throughout the entire night, and everything that went on was broadcasted.”
“You mean… the fans saw…?” you asked meekly, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.
“Yes, they saw you and Chanyeol sleeping in the same bed and confessing to one another.” your manager told you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry kid. They didn’t tell us about this, or else we would’ve told you not to act as if you were in private.”
“There is, however, a bit of good news that goes along with this.” Chanyeol’s manager interjected. “The fans are really happy about it.”
You both snapped your heads up in shock. “Really?”
“Our ratings went through the roof.” the production manager explained. “Just in the past eight hours, we’ve received more viewers than any of our previous pilot episodes combined.”
“What are they saying?” you inquired, still incredibly surprised that the response was positive. Fans were not usually supportive of idol romance, wanting to maintain their own personal fantasies about their idols being available. In fact, “Idol Roomates” was kind of a controversial show because it allowed male and female idols to live together as if they were couples.
“See for yourself.” your manager instructed, holding his phone out to you. You began scrolling through some recent tweets he had pulled up on his phone, Chanyeol looking over your shoulder to read them with you.
I TOLD YOU GUYS IDOL ROOMMATES WAS FIRE, NOW WE GET Y/N AND CHANYEOL CONTENT 🔥
channie was soooo sweet to comfort y/n while she was afraid of the dark 🥺 i love seeing him be so soft to her ❤️
that innocent forehead kiss!!! i love them so much!!! <3
“Wow… that’s amazing.” Chanyeol marveled, running a hand through his hair. “So… what now?”
“Well, that’s up to you guys.” his manager replied. “The company has given us the okay to either confirm or deny the relationship based on your wishes.”
You both glanced at the floor, thinking to yourselves for a moment. Suddenly, you looked up and realized that you didn’t owe anyone an explanation.
“Let’s not say anything.” you suggested. Everyone looked over to you with a slightly shocked expression.
“Nothing?” your manager asked. “You mean, just let them wonder?”
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea…” the production manager agreed, tapping his chin in thought. “They are the most popular couple on the show, and no matter what, there are going to be skeptics on whether or not it was staged. Why don’t we just let the show be an experiment?”
“And if we ever do develop a relationship, this can be looked back on as where it developed.” Chanyeol grinned, taking your hand in his.
You grinned at him appreciatively, then turned back to your manager. “Is that okay?”
He shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “It’s your call, kid.”
You looked back over at Chanyeol, who gave you a determined nod.
“Let’s do it.” you decided.
“Alright, case closed.” Chanyeol’s manager stated, clapping his hands together. “We’re going to see that you guys have a few minutes to speak with each other alone before they turn the cameras back on...” He shot a dirty look to the production manager before continuing. “… but other than that, we hope you have fun on the show. And please, don’t take it too far. Fans can be quite temperamental.”
As soon as the three men left the room, you turnt to Chanyeol. “Did you really mean that?”
“What? That I see us developing a relationship?” he asked, scratching his head with a cute smile. “I thought that much was obvious.���
You giggled, shaking your head at yourself. “This is the second time I’ve been completely oblivious. I feel like such a fool.”
“You’re not a fool.” he reassured you, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. His height always allowed him to give the best hugs. He made you feel so safe and cared for. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Thank you…” you whimpered into his chest. “I really do want to make this work.”
“And it will.” he grinned, rocking you slightly. “I promise.”
You looked up, resting your chin on his chest. “I believe you. You promised nothing would happen to me last night, and you were right.”
He smiled down at you affectionately. “There’s one more thing I want to do with these last few minutes we’ll get alone.”
“Hm?” you asked, once again oblivious to his insinuation.
Before you even had time to register what was happening, his lips were on yours. His hands came up to hold onto your face and press himself further up against you. You held your breath, then relaxed into his arms, hands linking together behind his neck. He began to deepen the kiss, puckering his lips against yours repeatedly and darting his tongue between them periodically. When you were completely out of air, you pulled back, both of your chests heaving against one another.
“I can’t wait until this show is over and we can have some real privacy.” you grinned suggestively. “Now, shall we finish breakfast?”
D.O:
You rubbed your sweaty palms against the rough material of your jeans, taking a deep shaky breath as you waited in the recording studio. Usually when you were nervous in a place like this, it was because you were worried about messing up your notes or forgetting the lyrics. But that wasn’t the case today. You had practiced the drama’s OST relentlessly, and knew the song forwards, backwards, and sideways. What you were nervous about was the fact that you were going to be singing a duet with Do Kyungsoo.
Not only were you totally intimidated by his vocals, but you also had the most mortifying crush on him. Everyone at the company seemed to know about it except him, and you wanted to keep it that day. You just hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him today.
You jumped as he entered the room, springing to your feet. He looked ungodly handsome, clad in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and jeans.
“Hey Y/N.” he smiled warmly as you locked eyes. “How’s it going?”
“Hey, I’ve been really good!” you choked out, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “How about you? I saw you guys were in Jeju Island last week. I mean, on Instagram, I wasn’t there stalking you or anything. Not that I’m not a fan, but…” you stopped yourself before you dug down into an even deeper hole.
He chuckled at your babbling, somehow finding it endearing. “We were, it was a really good trip. Although I almost threw Baekhyun off a cliff while we were hiking.”
“Oh, that’s not good! Accidents happen, I suppose.” you shrugged, brushing your hair back behind your ears. You could feel a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck, a telltale sign that you were nervous. You had to tell yourself to calm down, you didn’t want to look sweaty when they filmed the video.
“Oh no, it would’ve been on purpose. He was being insufferable.” he explained, grinning evilly. God, he was so attractive.
You laughed, genuinely this time. “I get it. Sometimes I want to strangle the girls.”
He hummed in amusement. “Look at us, bonding over wanting to kill our members.”
You giggled at his comment, feeling yourself relax slightly. Maybe this isn’t going to be so ba-
“Alright guys, the company wants us to film the video now, so in the booth.” your manager decreed as he entered the room.
Nevermind.
“We don’t get a chance to practice at all?” Kyungsoo asked, looking understandably irritated.
“I’m sorry guys, they forgot about the deadline they gave the marketing team for the drama.” the other man explained sympathetically. “They need it within the next hour, and editing is going to need at least a half hour after we film it.”
“Awesome…” you sighed, grabbing a pair of headphones and following Kyungsoo into the booth.
You could feel your nerves getting the better of you, making your hands shake and your throat go dry, both of which would not be good for your performance.
Kyungsoo seemed to notice this, and grabbed your hand gently. Your heart stopped, making you freeze in place.
“Hey, you’ve got this.” he whispered with a comforting smile. “You have the voice of an angel.”
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. He thought your voice was angelic?
“Alright guys, camera is rolling.” your manager said from the control panel. Music starting in 3…2…”
You exhaled as the music started, letting yourself ease up. You glanced over at Kyungsoo. He was looking at you with such kind, sensitive eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you began to sing your lines. When you were looking at him, it was really easy to belt out a love song.
He seemed to feel the same way as he started singing his own verse, his smile never faltering as he gazed into your eyes affectionately.
As you began to sing the chorus together, it was like the stars aligned. You were perfectly in synch, voices intertwining together like two rivers of golden honey merging into one. You were both putting so much passion and energy into the song, the lyrics resonating in both of your hearts as you looked at one another.
As the song came to a close, you both held your notes until the music ended, looking at each other breathlessly. Both of your eyes were twinkling, and you could feel chills running down your spine. That was the best duet you had ever sung with anyone.
“That was amazing you guys!” your manager suddenly said, snapping you out of your daze. “I don’t know how you guys did it perfect on the first try, but great job!”
“Uh, thanks!” you stammered, removing your headphones. You started to blush as you realized the amazing connection you and Kyungsoo had just had. Your anxiety was quickly returning, causing you to act without thinking.
You turned to him. “God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I mean, you are hot, I mean-“
He looked at you expectantly, as if you could possibly recover from that humiliating sentence. However, he didn’t look embarrassed at all. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an anticipated smile.
However, you were far too overwhelmed with your own nerves to notice. “Well, I’m gonna go home. See you later alligator!”
And with that, you bolted out of the studio and ran back to your dorm, not stopping until you were back in your bedroom. Nabi and Kaori were shouting after you, but you just ignored them, slamming your door behind you.
You collapsed your back against the door and slid down until you were on the floor, placing your head in your hands. “‘See you later alligator?’ What am I, 50?!”
—————
After a few hours of cycling through rotting in your bed, pacing the floor in anxiety, crying out of humiliation, and passing out from exhaustion, you were disturbed by yet another knock on your door. You groaned, assuming it was one of your members trying to talk to you again.
“Dude, I love you, but go away, I need to be alone.” you grumbled, pulling your pillow up over your head.
You heard the door open and someone walk in, but you didn’t have the energy to look up. Maybe if I stay really still, they’ll think I’m dead, and then they’ll leave, you thought.
You felt them sink down on the bed next to you and place a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? Can we talk?”
You snapped up, eyes widening as you realized who was in front of you. “Kyungsoo!” You frantically fixed your hair and wiped your face. “Oh god, I look terrible…”
“No you don’t.” he chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You froze at his touch, relishing the feeling of his fingers in your hair before blinking back to reality. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I just thought you should know how well our OST is doing.” he grinned, pulling out his phone. You leaned forward to see the music video you made that already had millions of views in just a few short hours.
“Wow, people love it this much?” you asked in disbelief.
“That’s not all. Look at the comments.” he handed you his phone, and you did as he asked.
You know this drama’s gonna be good when they got Y/N AND Kyungsoo to sing the OST… total power vocal couple!
Y/N and Kyungsoo might as well be the main couple in the drama, their chemistry is insane
the way they sing the song to each other… my heart 💓 💓💓
You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that was blooming in your chest, attempting to fight off your smile to no avail. “They really like us, huh?”
He nodded, setting his phone back down. “There’s another reason I came here.”
“Hm?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity.
He took your hand in his, just as he had done in the recording booth earlier. “Y/N, you don’t have to be so nervous around me. I think you’re adorable, and I really like you.”
Fireworks went off in your stomach. “Y-you do?”
“Of course I do.” he laughed, shaking your hand in exaggeration. “Why do you think I asked to sing the OST with you?”
Your jaw unhinged in shock. “You asked to be paired with me?”
“Well yeah, how else was I going to get close to you?” he chuckled. “I was going to ask you out after we finished, but you ran away so quickly, I never got the chance.
You blinked at him a few times, then erupted into a fit of laughter. He joined you, doubling over slightly.
As you both settled down, he leaned in closer. “Will you go out with me?” he practically whispered.
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! Of course I will!”
He smiled brighter than you had ever seen him do before, then slowly inched closer to your face. His eyes were focused on your lips.
Deciding you had been oblivious enough for one day, you took the hint and closed the distance between the two of you, crashing your lips onto his. He placed a hand delicately on your cheek, then began deepening the kiss, until you both pulled away, eyelids fluttering open slowly.
He smirked. “So, where do you want to go, angel voice?”
Kai:
“You’ve got it… you’ve got it…” Ten instructed you, guiding your movements. You were both in the dance practice room, covered in sweat as you went through the routine. You were working on a partner dance for your next solo album, and you wanted it to be with Ten, but somehow it just wasn’t going as planned. You were stumbling through the steps, there was no flow so your movements were jerky, and you somehow couldn’t shake the tense expression from your face.
As the music finished, you awkwardly caught your footing and struck the most pathetic ending pose you’d ever done. Ten gave you a crooked smile out of sympathy, which somehow made you feel ten times worse.
“Ugh, this is hopeless.” you sighed, throwing your hands up in resignation as you plopped down on the floor and leaned your back up against the mirror. “I’m never going to get this routine down in time.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault.” he attempted to reassure you, sitting down next to you. “You’re doing everything right. Sometimes, it just takes a little while to get the right feel for it.”
“Yeah, or I’m just a horrible dancer.” you huffed. You put your head in your hands and scrunched up your hair. The shoot was in two weeks, and this routine had to be perfect. Your fans deserved nothing less.
Ten was conflicted on what he should say next. On one hand, he wanted to tell you how amazing and talented you were, but on the other hand, he knew it wasn’t going to mean anything if you didn’t believe it yourself. He decided to grab a water bottle and hand it to you with a warm smile. “How about you just take a little break? I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few minutes.”
You smiled back at him, taking the water bottle from him gratefully. Your brow furrowed as he stood up and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna go find something that’ll help.” he grinned over his shoulder before leaving the room.
You shook your head at his cryptic behavior, then collapsed back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling in desperation. Please God, if you’re listening, please send me something to help with this dance.
“Y/N?” you heard someone ask from the doorway.
You snapped your head down to see who it was, and smiled widely at the pleasant sight before you. “Kai! What are you doing here?”
“Just checking in on my favorite junior.” he smirked, shutting the door behind him as he strolled in. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he stopped in front of you, looking you over with a concerned expression. “What are you doing on the floor?”
“Just taking a break.” you replied, stretching slightly. “I’m too bad of a dancer not to.”
He frowned, crouching down to your level to glare at you. “Don’t say that about yourself. You’re an amazing dancer.”
“You haven’t seen me practice this routine.” you chuckled. “I’m sure you would change your mind if you did.”
“Alright then, show me.” he demanded, standing back up and taking a step back.
“Wait, like now?” you asked, slowly getting up yourself. “You don’t even know the routine…”
“I’m sure I can improvise.” he grinned, taking his jacket off and throwing it to the side, leaving him in just a cutoff tank top and sweats. “What, do you doubt my skills?”
“Absolutely not.” you chuckled. You had been secretly admiring him since before you even became a trainee, in more ways than one.
You got into position and waited for the music to start, then thrust into action as you began the routine. The first half went almost perfect, as it was just your solo part. You began to get nervous as the duet portion approached, feeling your muscles begin to tense up.
Kai approached you and placed his hands gently on your waist, a focused spark in his eyes. He somehow knew the exact partner position, and began guiding you across the floor.
“Relax, relax…” he instructed calmly, “remember to breathe.” He spun you around and placed a hand on the small of your back.
You inhaled deeply, holding the breath in your chest for a bit, then exhaled and released all the tension you didn’t realize you were holding onto. You started being able to flow through the moves better, but now you were hyper-focusing the footwork.
“Hey, don’t look at your feet. Focus on me.” he brought you back to center once again, twirling you back to face him and placing his hands on the sides of your face.
You looked up at him, locking in on his pretty brown eyes. It was as if they were telling you exactly what you needed to do, and for a moment, your body was running on autopilot, and all you thought about was being close to him.
“Show me that pretty smile, white swan.” he chuckled with a playful grin, instantly making you giggle and blush.
You actually couldn’t believe that you were going through the entire routine without any problems, and as you struck the ending pose, you were absolutely speechless. “That was…”
“Brilliant!” Ten suddenly interrupted you, causing you to jump away from Kai defensively.
“T-Ten!” you stammered nervously. “We were just-“
“It’s okay, I told him to come here.” your best friend smirked from the doorway. “I found him in the hall and he asked how you were doing.”
“You did?” you asked, a touched lilt to your voice.
“I told you, I wanted to check in on my favorite junior.” Kai explained, brushing the hair out of his face with an innocent half smile. “Ten said you were having trouble with the dance, so I had him show me the training video, and then I told him I’d help you.”
“Oh, well that’s a relief...” you sighed, glad you didn’t have to explain yourself to Ten. “So, you’re not-?”
“Jealous? Hardly.” he chortled, shaking his head. “In fact, I think you should do the dance with Kai for your music video.”
Your jaw unhinged slightly in shock. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, the chemistry is way better. You really seem to enjoy yourself when you’re dancing with him.” he teased, winking at you inadvertently.
You shot him a warning glare, then turned back to Kai. “Is that alright with you?”
“It’d be my pleasure.” he grinned, extending his hand to you. “Shall we?”
—————
It had been a week since your latest solo comeback dropped, and all of Starlight was losing their minds over it. Albums sold out everywhere, you had already one two awards, and everywhere you went, you heard it being played on the radio.
After one of your performance stages, you were sitting in your dressing room, and decided to look over some of the comments on the music video again. You always loved seeing what your fans had to say about your work.
There were a lot about how pretty you looked, how beautiful your vocals were, and how proud of you your fans were, all of which made you giddy with appreciation. However, some were starting to stick out to you and pique your interest. Particularly, the ones about your dance with Kai.
the tension between Y/N and Kai is so thick you could cut it with a knife 👀
i don’t think i’ve ever seen our Y/N dance so well with anyone else than with Kai… i hope they do more stuff together :)
anyone else think Y/N and Kai would make the PERFECT couple??? just me???
You felt your cheeks grow red and warm at the insinuation. I mean, sure, you had been fantasizing about dating Kai for years now. But now that you knew your fans approved, it was all the more flustering.
“Knock knock.” someone interrupted your thoughts as they entered your dressing room.
You looked up, then scoffed playfully. “Kai, if you keep showing up unannounced, I’m going to have to start locking my door. I could’ve been bare faced!”
“And you’d still look just as beautiful.” he commented, smiling at you genuinely.
You pouted your lips affectionately, then stood up to hug him. “Thank you so much.”
“Me? What for?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you to reciprocate the hug.
“If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve gotten that dance down.” you beamed into his shoulder.
A quiet chuckle rang through your ears. “You already had everything you needed to accomplish it. I just pointed you in the right direction.”
You gave him one final squeeze, then invited him to sit down on the couch with you. “So, what brings you all the way here?”
“Well, I had to admit, seeing you do the dance with that backup dancer on stage made me pretty jealous.” he replied, a more serious expression appearing on his face.
“Oh?” you inquired, folding your hands in your lap. “Is that so?”
He nodded slowly. “Indeed. I was going to let it go, but after reading some of the comments on your music video, I was inspired to do something about it.”
Your heart soared as you imagined him reading the exact comments as you had read previously. Did he feel the same butterflies when he read them over?
“And what exactly are you going to do?” you asked, feeling your nerves vibrate harder with every passing second.
“I want to ask you out.” he told you. He leaned in closer to you, to where you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Is that alright?”
“Yes, it is.” you replied, letting a huge smile plaster itself across your face. “And yes, I’ll absolutely go out with you.”
He replicated your large grin, patting your leg affectionately. “That’s wonderful. Because I don’t want you dancing with anyone else.”
You chuckled, squeezing his hand a bit. “Well, you’re going to have to fight my members for that right.”
He thought to himself for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think I could take them, they’re pretty tough. I’ll settle for being the only guy you dance with.”
“Deal.” you giggled, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again, Kai.”
“You’re welcome, white swan.” he chimed. He rose up from his seat and walked over to the door. “I’ll leave you to unwind. I’ll text you later to set up the date, okay?”
You nodded, waving goodbye to him. “Sounds good, talk to you later!”
You turnt back to your mirror, beginning to brush out your curls. However, you were startled as Kai ran back into the room quickly.
He placed a bouquet of flowers on the vanity in front of you, then kissed you on the cheek briskly. “I almost forgot, these are for you. Congratulations on such a good comeback.”
Sehun:
“Excuse me, pardon me, ‘it girl’ coming through!” Nabi declared as you made your way through the busy photo shoot studio.
“Ugh, shut up Nabi!” you scowled over your shoulder at her. “I hate it when you call me that!”
“Hey, I’m not the only one.” the leader shrugged, chuckling mischievously. “Everyone calls you that nowadays.”
“Well, I’d prefer to only deal with it when I’m being interviewed.” you scoffed, setting your bag down at your vanity.
“Spoken like a true queen.” Nabi smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.
You rolled your eyes. “Why did you even come with me today?”
The younger girl shrugged. “You’ve been stressed lately. I figured I’d tag along to make sure you have a comedic buffer.”
You softened at her kind gesture, touching her arm lightly. “That’s really sweet of you.”
“They also always have huge snack buffets at these things.” she added. “I’m gonna go get a plate, okay?”
You went back to your previous mood, sighing and sitting down. “Yeah, just get me some chips.”
You watched her skitter off to the snack table, shaking your head at her. In front of the other girls, she was a strict, stern dictator. But around you, the only member older than her, she was a true child. However, she was your best friend, so you tried to find it endearing.
“Y/N?” a deep voice inquired from behind you.
You spun around in your chair and gawked at the realization of who stood in front of you. “Sehun?!”
He smiled at your surprise, holding out his arms in a dramatic gesture. “In the flesh.”
You sprung up out of your chair in an instant, practically jumping into his arms to give him a hug. He stumbled backwards a bit, laughing at your sudden affection, then caught his footing and wrapped his arms around you.
“I’ve missed you so much!” you told him, pulling away. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for the Valentine’s Day shoot.” he replied.
You knit your brows together in confusion. “Really? Because this is…” You looked around the studio, then it dawned on you. There were heart shaped decorations and pink balloons everywhere, and the studio had a romantic, dim lighting.
“Oh… they didn’t tell me this would be a couple’s shoot…” you chuckled awkwardly.
His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? That’s strange. Maybe they knew you’d be nervous if you were told ahead of time that you’d be doing a shoot with the Great Oh Sehun.” He flipped his hair dramatically, a cocky smirk on his face.
You scrunched your nose up, hitting him on the arm playfully. “Ugh, don’t be so smug. It doesn’t suit you.” You were actually just trying to hide the fact that he was right.
Sehun had been slowly becoming one of your best friends at the company, ever since that day he walked in on you being bullied by a bunch of female trainees and silenced all of them with his presence. He was actually competing with Yeri, Ten, and Karina for a spot on your BFF list.
However, you had always secretly hoped for more with him. He was so kind, even though he could seem cold at first, and he always made you laugh. He was so caring, despite how hard he tried not to be, and had incredible wit and humor. Plus, there was the fact that he was incredibly handsome. Like, obnoxiously so. But, as much you wanted things to go to the next level, they remained stagnant. Neither of you were the most upfront about your feelings.
“There you guys are!” the director suddenly clapped his hands behind you, pulling you away from your conversation. “I’ll let makeup and wardrobe know you’re here, and we should be able to start shooting in about an hour.”
You both nodded and thanked him, then turned back to one another.
“See you behind the camera.” Sehun proposed with a minuscule wink that was so small you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been admiring his features so closely these past few years.
You sent him one last smile, then turned back to your vanity while he strode over to his own.
Suddenly, Nabi reappeared next to you with a plate full of snacks. “What was that about?” she asked, crunching on a pretzel.
“Oh nothing, I just have to do an amorous photo shoot with my secret crush.” you grumbled, falling back against your chair with your hands bunched up in your hair. “Did you get my chips?”
Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”
“Nabi! Either be helpful or leave!”
—————
The hour of makeup and wardrobe went by way too fast for your liking. You had been trying to build up your courage to no avail. It seemed hopeless. How on Earth were you going to do a romantic couple’s shoot with your crush without it looking you were hopelessly devoted to him? Not that you weren’t, you just didn’t need the whole world knowing it. That would be mortifying, not to mention a total career killer.
You walked over to the photo setup, which featured a red velvet sofa and a table with an extravagant bouquet of flowers. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, making one last stitch effort to calm yourself down. Settle down, Y/N. It’s just a photo shoot with your colleague. I’m sure he won’t even be-
“Is this chain on straight?” your thoughts were interrupted by the man in question. You flipped around to see him dressed in a deep v-neck black blazer with a white button-up shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone to reveal his chest, adorned with a glimmering silver chain necklace. His thick black locks were tousled and textured perfectly around his forehead, and his skin was practically glowing.
Okay nevermind, time to panic.
“Holy shit, you look hot.” you heard yourself speak, although you don’t remember making the decision to. Instant regret flooded your brain, and you immediately began apologizing. “Oh my god, I meant the chain looks hot. I’m sorry. I mean, not that you’re not hot, I just…”
“Thank you.” he cut you off, a pleased smile evident on his features. “You look hot too.”
Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. “Th-Thank you…” You were sure your face was as red as a tomato. However, you had to admit, you did look pretty hot in your tight red dress, pearls, vampy lipstick, and red strappy heels.
“Alright, we’re ready to get started!” the director declared from his chair. “Sehun, I’d like to start with you laying on the couch horizontally. Y/N, go ahead and sit on his lap facing the camera.”
You did as instructed, although uncomfortably. He sensed your tension and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“It’s okay, just relax.” he suggested, a reassuring smile directed at you.
You gave him an appreciative grin, loosening up and leaning into his form.
“Okay, now Sehun, put your chin on Y/N’s shoulder and rest your head against her neck. Y/N, just keep looking forward.”
The camera flashed a few times, with a few breaks in between to look over the shots.
“I’m really proud of you, you know.” Sehun told you while the camera crew was busy.
“What do you mean?” you asked him, laying against the back of the couch.
“You’ve come a long way from the girl I met who was letting some older trainees pick on her.” he teased. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when I appeared next to you.”
You laughed at the memory. “And I’ll never forget the looks on those girls’ faces when you told them off.”
He joined you in your laughter. “Notice how none of them are at the company anymore, and how you’re the ‘it girl’ now?”
You smiled contentedly. “Everyone seems to be calling me that these days.”
He suddenly scooped you up in his arms and pulled you down to his chest, ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’ve always been my ‘it girl’ Y/N, from day one.”
You squealed as he caged you in his arms, feigning resistance. A sudden flash went off, and you both looked up to see the camera crew staring at you blankly.
“Ah, sorry guys, that was my fault...” a feeble intern announced nervously. “I accidentally hit the wrong button.”
“Wait, let me see that shot…” the director demanded, motioning for the camera to be brought over to him. He looked it over, then turnt to you both with a baffled expression. “This is it. This is our cover photo.”
“What? No way.” you marveled, getting up and walking over to the director. Sehun followed you, catching you as you stumbled a bit in your heels. You looked at the photo, and soon you were both making the same face that the director had made a few seconds ago. “Woah… this is amazing…”
“Look at how beautiful you are…” Sehun commented, taking in the picture lovingly.
You blushed, nudging him slightly.
The director clapped his hands dramatically, snapping you both back to reality. “Alright, let’s keep this energy going! Next I want a shot of Y/N pulling Sehun in by his chain!”
—————
A few days later, you were chilling out at the dorm with your members, having a much needed girls’ night. All of your favorite snacks were laid out on the coffee table, you were all in your pajamas, and there was a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV, even though none of you were paying attention to it. You were far too busy gossiping, squealing, and beautifying each other. It might have been stereotypical girl behavior, but it was incredibly therapeutic.
“Everyone shut up!” Nabi suddenly decreed, jumping up on the couch and holding something behind her back.
You looked up from braiding Kaori’s hair. “Oh god, what is it now?”
The younger girls all laughed, finding it hilarious that you were the only one able to talk to Nabi like that.
“Well ‘it girl,’ it just so happens that I have the most recent issue of Elle in my hands.” the leader grinned evilly, brandishing the magazine out in front of her.
The other three girls all gasped and rushed over to grab at it, except for Iseul, who just jumped up and down excitedly. Her nails were still wet from Marie painting them a few minutes ago.
“Oh my god, you look so hot!” Marie marveled, flipping through the glossy pages.
“Yeah, and this one of you pulling Sehun in by his chain is just perfect!” Iseul nodded in agreement.
“Wait, the shoot was with Sehun?” Kaori asked, her eyes going wide with innocent shock.
“Yes Kaori, we talked about it three days ago. Keep up.” Marie groaned at the maknae.
“Hey, be nice.” you warned protectively. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Yeah right. You’ve only been in love with him for years now.” Nabi challenged you, jumping down from the couch.
“I am not in love with him.” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, he doesn’t feel that way about me.”
“The fans seem to think differently.” Nabi commented smugly, whipping out her phone. “Look what they’re saying on Elle’s post about it.”
You snatched the phone out of her hand and began to skim over the comments.
you could tell me the cover shot was totally improvised and i’d believe you… their affection looks so real <3
who knew the oldest member of Etoile and the youngest member of EXO would make such a fire couple? TOTAL goals!
The fact that they’ve been friends since Y/N was a trainee makes this so much cuter… they’re clearly in love with each other 💞
These two OWN Valentine’s Day now 😤
“Look at how big her smile is!” Kaori grinned admiringly at you.
“I know, it’s so cute!” Marie added, wrapping her arms around your maknae and twirling her around. “‘Oh Sehun, please marry me!’”
“‘Oh Y/N, I’d love to make you my wife!’” the younger girl acted out, giggling madly.
You scowled, trying not to laugh along with them. “How come you two only get along when it’s at my expense?”
You all froze as the sound of a phone ringing suddenly cut through the noise.
You looked over at the end table to see your phone lit up and vibrating. You picked it up and unhinged your jaw as you saw who it was from. “It’s Sehun. I’m gonna go take this.” You got up and rushed down the hall to your bedroom.
The three youngest members attempted to follow you, but Nabi stood protectively in front of the hallway. “Nope, no one is eavesdropping. This should be private.” Marie, Iseul, and Kaori started pouting and vocalizing their protest. That was, until Nabi gave them her signature glare. “Living room, now.” She really was a great leader when she wanted to be.
Shutting your door behind you, you answered the call. “Hello?”
“Hey Y/N, it’s me.” Sehun said from the other end. He sounded uncharacteristically anxious.
“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a concerned manner.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he coughed nervously. “I just wanted to… you know….”
“Wanted to what?” you giggled, sitting down on your bed.
You heard him exhale momentarily as if mentally preparing himself for something. “If you’d like to go out with me for Valentine’s Day?”
Your breath hitched in your chest. “What?”
“Don’t make me say it again…” he sighed, clearly having trouble being this forward. “I just… we had so much fun at the shoot together… and you’re just so cool, and fun, and pretty. I’ve never really known how or when to say it, but… something about that couples’ shoot just pushed me to go for it. So will you?”
You clutched onto your chest as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded to Earth. “Yes… yes, of course I will!”
“Really?” he marveled, sounding genuinely surprised. “I can’t believe you agreed.”
“Sehun, I’ve literally been waiting for you to ask me out for years now.” you chuckled. “You’re the worst at picking up on signals.”
“Yeah, well you’re not very good at sending them.” he teased, clearly getting his confidence back.
You laughed cutely into the phone. “We’re not very good at this are we…”
“No, not at all.” he chortled, shaking his head. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “And just so you know… I meant it when I said that you’ve been my ‘it girl’ since day one.”
You blushed with a small smile. “I usually hate it when people call me that. But with you, it feels good.”
“Well, I’ll have to call you by that name as much as possible. Then you can be mine exclusively, and no one else’s.” he replied.
You laughed once again, feeling like a giddy school girl. “I always have been, remember?”
He laughed at your sudden cockiness, knowing that you definitely learned it from him. “I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day?”
You nodded, feeling your lips curl up into a grin. “I’ll see you then.”
“Goodnight, my ‘it girl.’”
“Goodnight Sehun.” you giggled, hanging up the phone. You then threw it across the room and flopped back onto your bed, rolling around and kicking your feet in ecstasy.
“Y/N! What happened?” Marie suddenly burst through your door, followed by the other girls. You assumed Nabi held them off as long as she could, but eventually lost strength. There were three of them after all.
You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Guess who’s going out with Sehun on Valentine’s Day!”
The four girls all screamed and jumped on your bed, showering you with praise and congratulations. You laughed as you captured them all in a group hug. It was then that you realized you didn’t need to be the ‘it girl’ to be happy, you just needed moments like these. And with Sehun, they seemed to just keep coming.
Okay, so I've done a couple of rewrites now, and I don't think I'm going to ever be fully happy with this, so let's just fuckin post this bad bitch
Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, Dreamcatcher, Itzy, Gahyeon, Yuna, first times, but let’s be real virginity is a social construct that means nothing about someone’s physical state of being, #LearnHowTheHymenWorks, cunnilingin' n' fingrin', nervousness, not even the normal kind of brattiness, Yuna’s just an insufferable idiot, no anal in this one wtf am i thinking?
Off to a Slow Start
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Gahyeon rubbed the stress out of her eyes. Or at least she tried to. The skinny, shivering girl draped over her lap was turning out to be a pain in Gahyeon’s ass (instead of the other way around, as it should have been).
“How about we do something else?” Gahyeon asked with a tone somewhere between hopeful and commanding.
“W-what? Why? I’m f-fine. This is s-so hot,” Yuna peeped. Sort of. It was more like she sobbed it like an emotionally damaged puppy might.
It was quite the shocking change in attitude after only two warm up spanks. Yuna’s butt wasn’t even pink.
Downstairs, when she first stomped up to Gahyeon, Yuna had been acting like she was hot shit. She put her hand on Gahyeon’s thigh, played footsie under the table, talked out of her throat like some kind of pornstar wannabe. It came as no surprise, then, when Yuna suggested that Gahyeon accompany her upstairs and "teach [her] a lesson." The part that was actually a surprise was when Gahyeon realized: when Yuna said “teach [her] a lesson,” she might have meant that very literally, because it was pretty obvious she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
Gahyeon caught Yuna’s glistening eye in a decorative mirror on the wall and raised her hand as if to strike again. Never before had Gahyeon seen someone flinch away so hard from a simple slap on the ass, or grimace like they were expecting an executioner to flip the switch on an electric chair. She lowered her hand and very, very gently patted Yuna’s thigh. "You know what would be fun? Let's make out!”
Yuna pushed herself up on her elbows. Her bare stomach peeled away from Gahyeon’s thighs. Probably because she’d been sweating so darn much from her nerves. She gave Gahyeon a poor excuse for a defiant glare and sniffed away the lump in her throat. “Make… make out? But I’m here for… I thought you were supposed to be a good dominatrix.”
Gahyeon looked up at the dimmed light fixture and exhaled quietly. “Hey, I know you said something kind of like this earlier, but can you remind me what your safe word is, Yuna?” The question sounded a little more condescending than Gahyeon had meant it to.
“I don’t need woa-aaah!”
Crooking her elbow under Yuna’s waist, Gahyeon picked her up, suplexed her onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and got face-to-face. “First of all, ‘dominatrix’ is improper terminology for this situation. Second, if we don’t negotiate a safe word, I’m out of here.”
"Ummm. I, uh. Um."
"Tell me the first word that comes to mind."
“M-mistress?”
Gahyeon rolled her eyes. “Okay, bye.”
“Huh? Wait!”
Gahyeon was already halfway to the door by the time Yuna scrambled off the bed, but turned back to give her an uncaring glare. On her feet, Yuna was a hell of a sight. Tall, skinny, but curvaceous, like the kind of doll that would be sold to make young girls self-conscious about their bodies. Long, dark red hair and black pools for eyes, and she'd put on far more makeup than reasonable for an average coffee run. Gahyeon didn’t want to leave, but Yuna wasn’t making staying the easy decision.
"Wait for what?" Gahyeon asked.
"For… to… so you can make me…"
"I can't make you finish a sentence."
Yuna's supermodel bearing was taken down a peg by her disappointed slouch and concerned grimace. "You know what I mean… like, dominate me."
"Why?"
"Aren’t you horny?"
Gahyeon glanced at Yuna's tits. "No more than usual."
"What? But I…"
"You sure did."
"I-I was going to say—"
"I know."
"N-no you don't!"
Gahyeon groaned, "Maybe I don't care then. No big deal. Take your pick. I don’t like brats. I only tolerate them during Kinktober."
Yuna blushed and looked down, wiggling her knees in discomfort. Gahyeon wasn't going to deny that Yuna was fantastically fuckable, but she was also responsible enough to know when someone was in over their head. "Well, Yuna? What are you trying to do?"
Yuna muttered "I want to get laid" under her breath. With no other noise in the room to mask it, Gahyeon heard it, and yet a vague muttering wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you."
"I wanna get laid,” Yuna whined, fully out loud, “Okay?"
Gahyeon leaned back against the doorframe. "You a virgin?"
Yuna's blush extended down to her shoulders.
"Well that's a yes."
"B-but! I'm—No, I'm not!"
"And you would say that even if I said calling someone a virgin is just a bad social construct and that being a so-called ‘virgin’ is no better or worse than the alternative?"
"Uh…" Yuna scrunched her nose as she used all of her brain power to process the question. "Yes? Or, wait, no?"
"Nevermind.” Gahyeon waved it off. “Just tell me the truth. Have you had sex before or not? Anything with hands or mouths counts."
There was a pause while Yuna weighed her options. "No…”
Gahyeon was actually a little bit shocked. Yuna was among the hottest of idols, so even this level of awkwardness didn’t seem like it should be too much of a hindrance. Gahyeon had fucked or at least fucked around with a dozen idols with subpar social skills in the prior couple of months.
“But I've been trying!” Yuna shouted after the briefest silence, “Nobody will fuck me though! Not even men!”
“The fuck do you mean, ‘Not even men?’”
“Boys are supposed to be horny all the time. But even if I show them my pussy, they keep rejecting me.”
Gahyeon sighed, “Is that proceeding or preceding a conversation?”
“Of course I say ‘Hi.’ I try asking them if they work out too.”
“Is that it? Because idols have to work out. It’s in the job description.”
Yuna groaned and plopped onto the bed, curving her back like a clothes mannequin, apparently subconsciously. “I've tried all the stuff boys are supposed to like! I touch them, I guide their hands to my boobs, I tell them they smell sexy. All that stuff! And don't get me started on girls. I see them going around and getting laid all the time! And it's like, they'll be sluts for anybody except for me, and—”
“Let me stop you there before you make more of a fool of yourself,” Gahyeon snapped. Yuna froze. “A few things. One: We only use words like ‘slut’ in an endearing manner around here. Two: Some people might just not want to fuck you, ever. Can’t control it. And three: Are you just expecting sex from people? Like me?”
Yuna shifted uncomfortably. “No… I'm doing what I'm supposed to do first.”
“And what is that?”
“You know.” Yuna waved her hands around, pantomiming nothing in particular. “I ask politely. I let them know I'm available. I make myself up for them.”
“And…” Gahyeon mimicked Yuna’s pointless pantomimes. “They should obviously be throwing themselves at you, yet somehow nobody is approaching you?”
“I’ve been approached, I guess, but not from anyone in my league.”
“Pretty sure you’re still in the little leagues, my dude.”
Yuna whined, “Why should I be?! Every fan and their mom wants me.”
“Gross power dynamic, but okay. So I should have just known what you wanted when you walked up to me? And I should have wanted to fuck you? No conversation required?”
“Well… No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that if I do all that stuff—and more, by the way—and they're horny, why shouldn’t they want to fuck me? I'm not even demanding anything from them. I'm offering! Like, blowjobs. I'd be doing all the work!”
Gahyeon stepped away from the door frame and paced the room. “Here's the thing, Yuna. It sounds like people might be picking up on an attitude problem.”
“Attitu—but, no! I'm literally offering a good time, and usually I offer just to make them feel good! I'm not asking for anything in return! What's the big deal?”
“Nothing you've said yet strikes you as ‘bad attitude?’ Because it sounds to me like you're not affording people the courtesy of assuming they have a full breadth of human emotion and think they're good for nothing but sex.”
Yuna blinked. “I-I am, though!”
“Not, or aren't?”
“Ugh!” Yuna grabbed a handful of her hair. “No, I'm saying… You know what? Forget it! I'll just never—”
Looking her up and down for a moment (and not really listening), Gahyeon wondered if her behavior was ever anything like Yuna's. Probably not. She was practically domming her members ever since they met, and it turned sexual almost as soon as Gahyeon was old enough. Relating to Yuna was clearly out of the question.
Even so, Gahyeon felt a sympathetic pulse in her veins. Yuna's troubles, self-imposed or not and ultimately, definitely not anything close to a big deal, were still troubles to Yuna, and they were eating her up, it seemed.
Gahyeon weighed her options. Doing as Yuna demanded would enforce negative opinions. Refusing would make things more awkward for the next person Yuna tried to seduce. But Gahyeon did still like the idea of Yuna… She cracked her knuckles.
“—so I guess I'll just die alone,” Yuna continued to bitch on, “stuffing myself with bigger and bigger—”
Gahyeon cut Yuna off with a hand over her mouth. “Yuna? One word answer. Do you still want to get laid right now?”
Yuna’s eyes, glistening with tears at the edges, widened in something between fear and awe. And yet, she didn’t answer.
Half expecting her to come up with some kind of painfully awkward excuse for saying no, Gahyeon kicked things up a notch. She pulled up her shirt with one hand, catching her bra along the way, and flashed Yuna, full-boobed. She took her hand off Yuna's mouth to gesture at her bare chest, and raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Yuna said almost as if she was in a trance.
“Then turn around.”
Yuna scrambled to her feet without standing up fully, spun a hundred and eighty degrees, and fell forward, catching herself on her elbows. Her knees followed her up and with that her ass was presented.
“Good,” Gahyeon said as she took her shirt and bra off entirely, “Now what exactly would you like me to do?”
“Uuuh…”
“Finger you? Tease you?” Gahyeon dropped her pants, climbing out of them and onto the bed behind Yuna. “I can let you take charge. Maybe I shouldn't have told you to turn around?”
Yuna shook her head. “N-no, nope, it would be better with you in charge.”
“Just give me a little bit of guidance then. I could have sworn you were asking for this.”
Gahyeon slid her hands up Yuna’s back, nails first, leaving white lines that quickly faded back into the approximation of porcelain that this new canvas was made of. Over and over again, Gahyeon reminded herself that Yuna was very pretty, and tried to use that to make herself forget the annoying parts. The fact that she was still thinking about them as she gripped Yuna’s tits didn’t bode well, but many three-plus-somes with Sua and Yoohyeon taught her the virtue of perseverance through annoying sex partners. Yuna was a very pretty canvas that needed to learn some manners.
In-depth lessons would come later though, after Gahyeon showed Yuna what her reward had the potential to be. “Well?”
Yuna's breaths got heavy as Gahyeon’s hands continued to wander, shifting between teasing touches and firm pressure. “I… I, um.”
"You want this?"
Yuna shook all over. She bit her lip and nodded.
Gahyeon breathed across Yuna’s ear, sending a deep shiver down her spine. “Tell me, then.”
“I d-don’t know what to say,” Yuna whined, groping blindly behind herself for Gahyeon’s arms.
Gahyeon pressed her chest against Yuna’s back and grabbed her hands, twirling their fingers together in a cruel, teasing dance. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, for starters.”
“It’s… hard to say.” Yuna arched her back, pushing her ass into Gahyeon’s hips. Her breath spiked over and over.
Gahyeon let her arms go mostly slack. “Then guide me there.”
With no small amount of hesitation, Yuna pulled Gahyeon’s hands tighter around herself and onto her ribs, moving them in a slow, jerking way down until they were between her legs. “Here.”
“I see. So you want me to touch your pussy? Your clit?”
Yuna whined even harder. She pushed insistently on Gahyeon’s limp fingers. “Both.”
“Both? That’s not how I phrased the question. It’s your pussy.” Gahyeon pressed one finger against Yuna’s entrance, earning a gasp. “Or your clit.” She pressed Yuna’s button with another finger, which all but made Yuna double over. Only then did Gahyeon wonder if she was technically providing incorrect information by distinguishing the body parts as separate.
“Oooh my g—My clit! Touch my clit…”
In a flash, Gahyeon took her hand back, licked her middle finger, and put it back, steadily swirling around Yuna’s clitoris. Yuna had to reach back and hang on to Gahyeon’s thighs to keep herself from falling. Her twitches, jerks, and shaky breathing were fun, and exactly what Gahyeon needed to get over her annoyance, at least for a while.
“I’m going to do the same thing with my tongue now, okay?”
Yuna shot up onto her hands. “Your t-tongue?”
Gahyeon circled Yuna’s clit with her finger, making her moan and tense up. She lowered her face so her mouth would be obscured, and the air from her every word would brush across Yuna’s pussy. “I might accidentally touch you with my lips too, if you’re okay with that. I promise I’ll be soft and gentle.”
“O-okay?”
Figuring that Yuna wouldn’t be giving her any more confident a response than that, Gahyeon leaned in further, gathering up extra spit as she went. She pressed the end of her tongue to Yuna’s clit, not hard, but somewhat firmly.
“O-oh," Yuna cooed and took a deep breath, "that’s pretty much just like your finge—”
Gahyeon swirled her tongue around Yuna’s hood, and the girl squirmed back and up out of range with a comically loud gasp. Gahyeon smiled internally. She knew what that was about. The shock of a good time could occasionally make one run away.
"Oh no," she said sarcastically, "You didn't like it. I'm sorry."
Yuna scrambled to get back in place, nearly kicking Gahyeon in the face. "No! I-I liked… please do it again?" There was desperation oozing out of her puppy dog eyes.
"Fine. Just be sure to tell me how you’re feeling, yeah?" She really wanted to hear Yuna try to describe being eaten out with her limited sexual vocabulary.
"I'll try…"
"Yes, just be as descriptive as you can, okay? I’ll adjust as needed."
Yuna nodded quickly. It was pretty clear that she just wanted Gahyeon to start again, so Gahyeon did, very, very, very slowly. She wet her tongue and barely touched it to Yuna's clit.
Again, Yuna flinched. This time Gahyeon was sure it was in anticipation. She looked up through the mild cleavage to give Yuna a reminder.
"Uh! Good! It felt good!"
Gahyeon touched again, but snaked her arms around Yuna’s legs to keep her in place. Another twitch, but smaller. Yuna was trying to contain herself. Gahyeon dragged her tongue slowly left and right. Trying to hold back wasn’t easy.
"It's… good."
Yuna's body language said much more than "good" though. She wanted more. Her eyes were fixed on Gahyeon. Her toes curled and uncurled against Gahyeon’s hips. Her knuckles were white, gripping the blanket. Her lungs shuddered with each brand new sensation that popped its way through her nerves. Goosebumps rose and fell and rose and rose and fell and rose. She had to be putting immense effort into holding still.
"Good."
Upping the ante, Gahyeon swirled again, catching the underside of Yuna's hood. Yuna twitched hard, and for a brief moment her eyes rolled up. Her breath was stuck, but it came unstuck with a second swirl, and exited Yuna's mouth in the form of a pained whimper. That was what Gahyeon was looking for.
"You like?"
"Good! It was so good! Please do it again!" Yuna’s inhibition was faltering.
"Tell me more." Gahyeon didn't pretend to hesitate again. She pressed her tongue under Yuna's hood and down against her clit, wiggling back and forth while keeping herself planted.
"Mmm! I… I don't know what to—OH! AUGH!”
Yuna’s last exclamation was a bit of a surprise, both to Gahyeon and Yuna herself, it seemed, as she quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide.
“Was that a good sound?” Gahyeon asked, already knowing the answer.
Yuna nodded.
“Uncover your mouth, then, and keep it up.”
There was some hesitation in how Yuna followed the instructions as Gahyeon got back to playing with her clit, but she did a little better than simply following. She grasped Gahyeon’s hands, alternated between hitched breaths and primal moans, and tucked her chin toward her chest.
Every word Yuna tried to say morphed into one of those noises until she came. One long, vulgar scream faded into mewling whimpers.
Gahyeon crawled up Yuna’s body, pecking her along the way and giving her a much longer, wetter kiss on the mouth. Yuna giggled through it all, a little cum-drunk. “So,” Gahyeon said, “that’s one of the basics.”
“The b-basics?”
“Yeah.” Gahyeon twirled onto her back, slipping an arm beneath Yuna to pull her in close.
“Wow…” Yuna muttered.
The two basked in each other’s warmth for a while without a word. Gahyeon shifted a couple of times to try to optimize her comfort, but still mentally bemoaned Yuna’s lack of experience. She would not have minded a bit of reciprocation. A plan to pick up one or two of her usual subs on the way home began to formulate in her head. Jane would certainly be up for a bit of fun.
“Um, Gahyeon?”
Gahyeon stroked Yuna’s hair, around her ear, down her jaw, and to her chin. Yuna smiled and purred a little. Gahyeon returned that smile. “Hm?”
“Thank you for, um… not making fun of me.”
“Don’t thank me for that.” Gahyeon traced half of Yuna’s lower lip. “I made fun of you a little bit when we started. And quite a bit more later, I believe.”
Yuna cautiously placed a hand on Gahyeon’s breast, but got a little bolder and lightly squeezed when Gahyeon smiled. “I just mean most of the time.”
“I guess. I’ll keep in mind that you appreciate that.” Gahyeon giggled as Yuna nuzzled her stomach with her cheek. “Just be clear with people about what you do and don’t like, and you’ll have a… great time.”
Gahyeon’s last words were drawn out over the sound of a buzzing phone. Yuna’s, to be precise. She stretched to get it from the nightstand and saw “RAW” was calling.
“Raw?” Gahyeon asked.
Yuna reluctantly removed her hand from Gahyeon’s boob to take the phone. “That’s Ryujin… sorry. One sec.”
Though it was quiet, the lack of ambient noise made it easy for Gahyeon to hear Ryujin’s loud voice. “Where the hell are you, Yuna? We checked the bathroom.”
“I’m… upstairs.”
“Upstairs? The fuck are you doing upstairs for a whole hour?”
Yuna’s eyes traveled up and down Gahyeon’s body. “Cuddling?”
“Cuddling? For an hour? Yeah right.”
Huge puppy dog eyes met Gahyeon’s, trying to ask for permission. Gahyeon shrugged.
“Wel—”
“I’m cuddling with Gahyeon because we just had sex,” Yuna said, and then immediately snapped her mouth shut and stared into space.
“What?! No you didn’t, you fuckin baby child! You couldn’t handle her!”
Gahyeon watched for a few seconds as Yuna’s shoulders shrunk into her neck while Ryujin berated her.
“... and you’d come running back down the stairs crying—”
“Actually, Ryujin,” Gahyeon spoke loudly, “she’s not bad. You should let her practice on you sometime.”
Gahyeon swore she heard the sound of a pair of spit takes through the phone before it suddenly beeped twice and went silent. She decided not to wait too long for Yuna’s embarrassment to take over, and laid a hand on Yuna’s back. “Care to learn anything else today? If you want to prove what you can do to Ryujin and Yeji, you may need to do to them what I just did to you.”
Thankfully, Yuna’s blush didn’t get too far. “I-I don’t know if I can do any more right now.”
Gahyeon smiled. “As in it’s time to head out or you just want more snuggles?”
Yuna pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled forward, kissing Gahyeon’s lips a few times in rapid succession. “If I say I have to go, can I have your number?”
Gahyeon ran her fingers through Yuna’s hair. “Sure… but the first thing you're going to text me is a safeword for next time.”
In the bustling halls of Maplewood High School, Heejin reigned as the epitome of popularity. With her flawless looks, captivating charm, and effortless grace, she was adored by many. Yet beneath her radiant facade lurked a dark obsession, one that revolved around her childhood friend, Lee Y/n.
"Yah Stupid Head... Give me your lunch money".
"P-please don't do this to me.. I've never done anything to you.. ".
"How dare you talk back to me... Boys punch him harder.. ".
"No please. Stop... Ahh".
Once inseparable, Heejin and Y/n shared a bond forged in the innocence of youth. However, as they entered high school, Heejin's rise to popularity led her down a path of cruelty. She reveled in her newfound status, using it to belittle and torment Y/n, relishing in his pain as he endured her relentless bullying.
Despite Heejin's transformation into the school's golden girl, her heart ached with an unspoken longing for the boy she had once cherished. But pride and peer pressure kept her from acknowledging her true feelings, and she pushed Y/n further away with each passing day.
Then tragedy struck. A horrific accident shattered the illusion of Heejin's perfect life, leaving her ostracized by her former friends and drowning in a sea of despair. In her darkest hour, it was Y/n who extended a hand of compassion, offering solace amidst the storm of her anguish.
"Stay away from us Heejin... You're ugly as heck... Ahahaha.... C'mon girls let's leave her".
"Girl's please... I'm one of the most popular girls right..."??
"Bitch please... Once we know how fake you were... Your career is basically over".
"Please... I've done everything for this group... For you all... ".
"Let's leave girlsss.. ".
"No... Please.. Don't leave mee...".
"Are you alright Heejin"?
"Y.. Y/n...".?
"C'mon let's get you back on the right track Heejin.. ".
"Y/n...*sobs* I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry... After everything that I've done... I'm sorry... ".
"It's okay... Let's get you home safely now.. ".
"Thank you... Thank you Y/n *hugs him* Thank youu".
As Heejin found herself drawn to Y/n's unwavering kindness, her feelings evolved into something far more consuming. She watched him with a feverish intensity, her heart swelling with a love she could no longer deny. But as her affection deepened, so too did her obsession, spiraling into a dangerous obsession that consumed her every thought.
Determined to make Y/n hers and hers alone, Heejin's actions grew increasingly erratic and possessive. She would go to any lengths to keep him by her side, manipulating situations to isolate him from others and showering him with suffocating affection.
"STAY AWAY FROM HIM... HE'S MINE BICTCH... *thud* YOU BETTER STAY AT THAT POSITION, IF YOU DARE TO WOKE UP... I'M GONNA HURT YOU AGAIN.. AND AGAIN.. ".
"please... Help-".
"I SAID SHUR THE FUCK UP".
"y/n...help..m-".
"I WILL MAKE SURE HE FORGETS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YUNA... HIS MEMORIES WIYH YOU WILL BE GONE.. I SHALL TAKE THAT PLACE INSTEAD... BYE BYE SWEETIE AND SWEET DREAMS".
"y/n...agh..uh...hh".
But as Heejin's grip tightened, Y/n began to sense the darkness lurking within her, and fear gnawed at the edges of his heart. Trapped in Heejin's suffocating embrace, he realized that her love had transformed into something monstrous, a twisted obsession that threatened to consume them both.
Caught in the clutches of Heejin's dangerous affection, Y/n could only watch helplessly as the girl he once knew descended further into madness. And in the shadow of her obsession, their once-cherished bond stood on the brink of destruction, a casualty of Heejin's desperate desire to possess him at any cost.
You are sure that you have seen her before. She looks younger than you. Maybe 20? You don't know, but she is absolutely gorgeous. Her dark her flows down her right shoulder. The young girl looks just as beautiful as Chaewon and you are sure, she must be an idol as well.
If you would have seen her before in person, you would have hired her yourself.
The silver necklace on her skin sparkles a little in the bright light of the changing room.
"You look really cute, Yuna."
"Thanks, unnie."
The young girl gives the woman in your lap a cute smile. Yuna's appearance makes you realize that you are still half naked and that you are still inside of Chaewon.
"Get off me, Chae."
She shakes her head cutely.
"Don't want your cum to spill out."
Her words make Yuna blush and you are getting a little embarrassed as well, realizing that Yuna must have watched the two of you. You don't know for how long though.
"I-I'm sorry for interrupting, then. I will leave."
Yuna bows politely, trying to not look at the connection between you and Chaewon.
"Wait."
The older girl sighs.
"We are not going to see each other soon. Right?"
She turns her head to look at you.
"No. I've got stuff to do."
You see her pout, before coming to a decision.
"Yuna, you have to entertain him, until I'm done with the shoot."
You raise your eyebrow in question and Yuna looks stunned too.
"W-What?"
"If I can't see him again soon, I need him to fuck me again, before he leaves. Just make sure he doesn't leave."
And with that crazy request, Chaewon hops off your lap.
You are somewhat disappointed to leave the warmth of her pussy, but Yuna's look makes more than up for it. She stares at your cock, unable to close her mouth.
"I think I know, how you can keep him here."
Chaewon makes Yuna fall out of her trance.
"Hmm?"
Her cheeks redden, as she realizes she just got caught staring.
"Make sure he doesn't leave."
The older girl is already completely dressed. You almost have to chuckle. She is able to put her clothes back on just as fast as she can get them off.
"Do what ever it takes."
She whispers in Yuna's ear, before she leaves the room and closes the door.
Suddenly, the air in the room is incredibly awkward. The two of you don't know each other. And she still doesn't know your name. But you are sitting in front of her, naked. While she tries her best to keep her eyes off a particular part of your body.
"Let me put my clothes back on."
You see a small glimpse of regret flash across Yuna's dark orbs.
The situation is embarrassing enough and you hope that she doesn't notice, that you are slowly getting hard by the sight of her. Yuna really is model material.
Her long legs are partially covered by white socks, which match her shoes. The skirt and the top are a set, together with the small jacket. All in light colours with stripes on them.
After getting your pants back on, you check the time, before standing up. The little detour with Chaewon already cost you enough time.
"I have to go now."
Yuna's eyes grow wide.
"N-No. Chaewon said, you should stay."
You chuckle at her.
"She wasn't being serious."
"I-I think she was."
Yuna can't seem to stop stumbling over her words. As if she just saw something utterly shocking. And following her gaze, you realize, it's still lingering on your crotch.
"Eyes up here."
You tease her as you point towards your face. Yuna blushes madly, her face turning red.
"I-I'm sorry."
The smile on your face can't be hidden as you walk towards her.
"May I?"
Yuna slowly nods, before closing her eyes. You are surprised as she starts to lean in.
"I meant the door."
You can almost hear her heart break in embarrassment.
"Please. I wa-want to."
Her eyes are still closed.
"What?"
"I want to do with you, what Chaewon did."
"You don't have to. Don't worry. She was just joking around."
Yuna finally opens her eyes. You wish you could fuck her. But it feels like she is just doing it, because she was told to.
It looks like determination, which is sparkling in her eyes, but it's gone as fast as it appeared.
"Al-Alright. Have a nice day."
You hear the regret in her voice as she steps aside. Is Yuna disappointed, because you don't fuck her? Or because Chaewon told you not to leave?
You wonder as you open the door. But you are unable to finish the thought. You almost walk into someone.
The woman in front of you is shorter than Yuna, which means, she is way shorter than you. But her eyes still glisten with authority. And something you can't identify.
"U-Unnie?"
You hear Yuna's flustered voice behind you.
"Do I really have to do everything myself. Huh? Chaewon told you to stop him from leaving."
Did Chaewon tell her? Or did she listen through the door?
Once again, you are unable to come up with an answer, because the girl puts her hand on your chest. You are so surprised, that you are letting her push you back inside the room.
"Close the door."
Yuna does as she is told, while the other girl finally stops in the middle of the room.
"You look more handsome than in the photos."
"What?"
It only takes you a second, before you realize, that Chaewon must have send her pictures. You take a mental note, to punish her later. You are usually careful about pictures of you. A scandal is not what you need. Especially not one with a K-pop idol.
"And Chaewon told me you know what to do with a woman."
You kinda knew what this was leading to as soon as you saw her face. But it is still unexpected.
"I don't even know who you are."
"Shin Ryujin. You will get to know me."
You look down at her, about to reply, when she speaks up again.
"Come here, babygirl."
Yuna steps up next to Ryujin, before the older one looks at you.
"I had fun with her a couple of times already."
She winks at you, while tracing one of Yuna's legs with her finger.
"Now you can enjoy."
Yuna still looks a little shy and you don't know how to react. This is going a little too fast for you.
"What are you waiting for?"
Ryujin pushes Yuna towards you.
"Let him enjoy your body, babygirl. That's what it's for anyways."
Once Yuna stands in front of you, you see that her cheeks are still a little red, but when she looks up, you see the lust in her eyes starting to grow. As if she is starting to warm up to the idea.
"What do good sluts do?"
Ryujin stepped behind Yuna, whispering in her ear.
"They suck cock."
Yuna's whisper is quiet as if she can't believe what she just said. The older girl takes the younger one's shoulders and pushes her to her knees. Yuna is on the floor in front of you, looking up.
"M-May I?"
You don't see a reason to say no. And the way Ryujin looks at you, makes you give her a quick yes.
Slowly, Yuna starts to unbuckle your belt and opens your zipper.
"The only person she has been with is me."
Ryujin looks at you.
"Make sure she enjoys this as much as you do."
So Yuna is practically a virgin?
You look down on her in disbelief as you feel her small hand your cock. No wonder she couldn't stop staring, earlier.
"I tried to teach her to be a good slut. Let's see what she has learned."
Hearing Ryujin's words, Yuna parts her lips, ready to take you into her mouth. Her soft lips touch your shaft slightly, before you enter her.
When Yuna starts to suck, she does it slowly and careful. As if she is afraid to do something wrong. It is hard to move your gaze away from her gorgeous big eyes, but you do so eventually.
Ryujin is still standing behind her. You see that her hand started to play with the hem of her greyish skirt.
"Tell mommy how much you like sucking cock."
You are surprised, when you hear her call herself mommy. As far as you remember, you have never been with a very dominant woman before. Soyeon was close, but she never called herself mommy.
"I love it, mommy. It tastes delicious."
Yuna stops for a second to answer, before she resumes her blowjob. Her tongue glides along your shaft as she moves her head.
You see how Ryujin's hand has disappeared inside her skirt. The slow motion of her arm leaves little to the imagination. She bites her lip as she watches Yuna suck your cock.
Although it seems to be her first time, the young idol does seem to know at least a little about what she is doing. Her tongue hits the exact right spot once in a while and her mouth is tight enough for you to let out a satisfied sigh.
"Taste this."
Ryujin's hand has reappeared and is now stretched out towards you. The look on her face makes it clear, that it wasn't a question, but an order. So you do what she wants. You lean forward a little, sucking on her fingers. You taste her flavor on her skin. It's a little sweet and you wonder how it would taste like to eat her out. She seems to have read your mind as she starts to speak again.
"A little appetizer for later."
She winks at you, before retreating her hand and leaning down. Ryujin takes Yuna's hair and holds it for her, while the younger girl keeps moving her head. You can feel that she is trying her best to make you feel good. Sometimes, she tries to take you deeper inside her mouth, but she has to retreat shortly after, choking slightly.
"Come on, babygirl. We practiced this. Didn't we?"
And without another word, Ryujin's hands move from Yuna's hair to her head. Taking it in both of her hands, Ryujin pushes Yuna onto your cock in one forceful motion.
"Oh fuck."
You groan as her throat tightens around you. It almost feels like she is about to throw up, so deep you are in her. The surprise is written on her face as she starts to gag. It makes her massage your cock with her throat. Spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth as Ryujin keeps holding her in place.
"Good girl."
She forces Yuna's head off you. It feels like you were the one who wasn't getting air. You think that you have never been so deep inside a woman's throat. Yuna seems to think so too as she can't stop chocking.
"Not done yet."
Ryujin's singing like tone is not compatible with the situation. Once more, she shoves Yuna onto your cock. You are amazed at how much she is able to take. What did Ryujin do to her?
This time, the older girl holds her head in place longer. Slowly but surely, Yuna's spit starts to drop down her chin. It lands on her top, her bare thighs and her white socks. It becomes even more as she gags harder. She does it so hard, that she is almost forcing you out of her unintentionally.
You feel your knees getting weak and you have to grab onto the chair next to you.
"You are such a good little slut."
Yuna is unable to respond to Ryujin's words. Her mouth and throat still stuffed with cock.
A forceful pull on Yuna's hair, makes her fall off your cock.
"How do you like it now?"
It takes her a good couple of seconds to answer. Yuna has to cough for some time, before she recovers.
"It feels good. I love it."
Her raspy voice sounds weak. You hope, she doesn't have a performance or something after this.
"You love it?"
Ryujin's smile looks dangerous and you know that Yuna just dug her own grave.
And then she does it again. She drags Yuna forward by her hair, forcing her onto your cock. You honestly don't know how you should survive this as you feel Yuna's tight throat around you. By now, your cock is completely drenched with her saliva. And when Ryujin finally pulls her back again, her spit slowly falls off your cock in long strings.
"God job, babygirl."
Yuna's tired eyes glisten with satisfaction as she breaths heavily, trying to recover.
"Look at all this spit."
Ryujin leans forward. One of her fingers dances on your shaft, making you shiver a little. She scoops up one particularly thick string of saliva. As if on instinct, Yuna opens her mouth. The older woman lets the spit fall off her finger and into her mouth.
Only now you realize, what a mess Yuna has become. Her chin is decorated with white bubbles, which formed due to all the spit. Another string of glistening fluid is hanging off, about to fall between her legs. Her cute, colorful top has small stains on it. Yuna's once white socks are now almost see through. And the small puddle on the floor could be mistaken for another of Yuna's fluids.
"Do you think that's wet enough?"
Yuna nods her head at Ryujin's question.
"Fuck her."
Her demanding tone makes you jump into action. You help Yuna to her feet.
"On the couch."
The black leather furniture is standing in the middle of the room. Right next to the chair, which you were holding on to. Without a word, you bend Yuna over the backrest.
You hear her humm in delight, when you reach under her skirt. Her back, exposed between her skirt and her small jacket, looks like vanilla. You put your left hand on it, pushing Yuna forward. She is now almost lying on the thin backrest. Her toes are barely touching the floor.
You stroke her thighs slowly, savouring the feeling of Yuna's legs slightly shaking.
Ryujin seems to become impatient as she walks up to the two of you.
"You are supposed to fuck her. Not play with her."
With that, she grabs Yuna's skirt and begins to pull it down. She exposes Yuna's pretty ass in the process and her white panties. You can't help yourself as you reach forward. Kneading her flesh, you hear Yuna moan slightly. Her skirt is now hanging around her ankles.
Ryujin has now walked around the couch, facing the two of you.
"You are gonna eat me out, while he fucks your pretty little ass. Do you want that?"
"Yes, mommy. I love your pussy."
You don't register Yuna's words, thinking you misheard.
"I want daddy to fuck my ass really hard."
"What?"
You can't hide your surprise.
"No one has fucked Yuna yet. And I intent to keep it that way. She is mine."
Ryujin looks at you, while she explains.
"You can have her ass. Make her scream."
She puts her right foot on the couch and starts to lift her skirt. You are too busy watching, not being able to reply.
The older girl exposes her red thong as she leans closer towards Yuna.
"You have to be gentle with her at first. We don't have lube."
And after telling you that unimportant piece of information, Ryujin takes Yuna's hair into her hand again and forces her towards her pussy.
You can't believe the situation you are in. You are standing half naked behind Yuna. Who is a virgin. Your hands on her butt cheeks, while she is eating out someone else. And you are supposed to fuck her ass?
You don't want to hurt Yuna, but the idea does make you a little excited. Sohee's body was build for anal. But Yuna? You are afraid that you might break her.
At this point, Ryujin doesn't seem to care anymore what you are doing. Her eyes are closed, a smile on her face. She enjoys Yuna's tongue in her pussy.
You even fucked Sohee with lube, so you aren't sure if you should keep going. But when you look at your in spit covered shaft, you guess that that's enough.
Trying to take it easy, you pull the white fabric around Yuna's slim waist off of her. It joins her skirt around her ankles, before your thumb moves across her puckered hole.
You feel her move away instinctively, but when you touch her again, she stays in place. Leaning forward, you let some of your spit fall onto her ass. Yuna moans into Ryujin's skirt as you slowly penetrate her hole with one finger. Her muscles squeeze around it. You realize, she must be even tighter than Sohee.
While you slowly finger Yuna's asshole, you start to hear occasional moans from both of them. Ryujin's eyes are still closed as she begins to grind her hips against Yuna's face. The way the two of them look, drunk in pleasure, moaning in tandem, makes you unable to hold this off any longer. You hear a disappointed whine, when your finger leaver her hole.
But you feel Yuna push against you as she feels your tip resting against her cheeks.
The older girl's moans become louder. The two of them seem to have done similar things already. Yuna knows what to do, to make Ryujin feel better.
Yuna lets out a long, drawn out moan, when you finally push your tip past her muscles. Even if you wanted to go fast, you can't. Her ass is incredibly tight. As if this is her first time.
Spreading her ass cheeks apart, you watch as you try to push deeper into her. Yuna's feet are getting off the ground and she starts to kick the air. You stop for a moment, afraid you hurt her, but then, she moans again.
Ryujin's hand, which is not in Yuna's hair, is now going through her own. You see her leg, which is still on the ground, starting to tremble.
"Holy fuck, babygirl."
You watch Ryujin as you keep pushing inside of Yuna. Once you are halfway in, you decide to not go further. At least for now.
When you try to pull out of her, you feel Yuna's muscles holding onto you. It actually takes a little amount of strength, to slowly retreat. Meanwhile, Ryujin has started to become a mess. Her hair is now all tousled. Her hips are shaking and she is now holding onto Yuna and not forcing her towards her.
After a couple of seconds, which feel like ages, you finally leave Yuna's asshole. You see it close and open slowly, before you start to push in again. Yuna whimpers underneath Ryujin's skirt, which seems to drive the older one even further.
"Use that tongue. Almost there."
Both of her hands are now holding onto Yuna's head as she tries to keep herself standing. The pleasure she is receiving is making her weak. It's making her slowly lose control.
You don't know when, but almost out of habit, you start to fuck Yuna a little faster. It is harder than to fuck Sohee. It's almost like she is fighting to keep you inside. But once you leave her hole, she makes it as hard as possible to enter her again. The combination makes your head all dizzy. But you can't stop. You can't stop to thrust slowly into Yuna's backdoor.
The grip on her small waist tightens. You see Yuna almost falling off the backrest by your thrusts and Ryujin's pulling, so you have to keep her in place. Her feet haven't touched the ground for a while now.
"Gonna cum! Good girl!"
You watch as Ryujin finally trembles towards the edge. Yuna must have given her best, despite getting fucked from behind. She does whine occasionally, but she is still focused enough to make Ryujin orgasm.
The older woman throws her head back as she finally cums. Her legs shake and she keeps tugging at Yuna's hair.
"Holy-!"
Her words are cut off.
When the pleasure and her energy leave her body, Ryujin falls down onto the couch. She breaths slow and steady. A big smile on her face.
You take the opportunity, that you now have Yuna for yourself. The young girl has been pretty quiet up until now, but you want to change that. Your left hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of her dark hair. It's a mess already anyways.
"Oh! Yes!"
You make Yuna arch her back as you pull her hair. Your other hand squeezes her right butt cheek tighter. Making sure that she won't fall.
As your thrusts increase in pace, Yuna starts to become a whimpering mess. Although she had a lot of experience with Ryujin and toys. This is the first time, someone actually fucked her. She loves the feeling of your cock in her ass. She loves your hand in her hair, forcing her to look up. She loves, how you squeeze her ass so hard, probably leaving a mark. She loves all of it.
And like Ryujin taught her, Yuna vocalizes her pleasure.
"Feels so good! Yes, daddy!"
Her eyes are shut tight. She has to bite her lip, everytime you push into her a little too deep. But the little pain is nothing in comparison to the pleasure.
"You fuck me so good!"
Ryujin is satisfied with only watching for now as you keep thrusting into Yuna. You still don't go all the way in, knowing that she is still to tight. She hisses in pain once in a while, but her moans can be heard more often.
You slowly begin to get tired. It doesn't matter how good Yuna's ass feels, you will have to stop eventually. You had to fuck Chaewon before this already and you are getting scared at the fact, that she might be waiting for you once you are done with these two.
Ryujin seems to sense that you won't be able to keep this pace up for much longer. Yuna doesn't show that she cares as she keeps pleading for more.
"Yes! Harder please!"
You pull her hair further, fulfilling her wish.
"Come here."
Ryujin looks at you, while beckoning you towards her.
"No, unnie. Please."
Yuna sighs in disappointment, but Ryujin doesn't care. It takes you a couple of thrusts, before you finally stop. Slowly pulling out of Yuna, you hear her whimpering and watch her body shake slightly. Her muscles tense around you, trying to keep you inside.
Once you finally leave her asshole, you see how stretched out it is. You leave Yuna lying like this as you walk around the couch.
"Lie down."
You do what Ryujin tells you. Lying down, you feel Yuna's hair on your stomach now. She is still hanging over the backrest, trying to recover. The older woman crawls up to you, before she starts to climb onto you. Her hand slowly strokes your shaft as she hovers over your cock.
"Finally."
Ryujin lowers herself onto you.
You are glad that you don't have to do all the work now. Ryujin's snatch feels incredible. Of course it's not as tight as Yuna's ass. But it still squeezes your cock tightly. Her pussy seems to change its form for you as you go deeper and deeper. Her walls clench around you as she almost takes all of you inside at once.
You see her breathing heavily and you realize, that she might not be doing this often.
"Fuck."
She moans as she tries to keep herself stable. One hand is holding onto the backrest, while the other is placed on your shirt, slightly grabbing a fistful.
You can't see her pussy, due to her skirt, but it might increase the pleasure even more.
Painfully slow, Ryujin start to lift herself off you. Her walls grip you tight, making you feel her on every inch of your cock. When only your tip remains inside of her, she lowers herself once more. This time, she goes further, finally taking all of you inside of her.
You have to groan, when Ryujin sits on your cock. Not moving. Trying to adjust to your size as she is filled completely.
"I need to cum."
You look up at Yuna, who pouts at you. She is still in the position from earlier. You motion her to climb over the backrest as you feel Ryujin lift herself off you again.
Yuna almost falls off the couch as she crawls down, before you place her into the right position. She is now sitting on your face. You don't see Ryujin anymore. You only feel how she glides upwards. Which turns out to be a mistake. Because you can't brace yourself for her impaling herself on your cock.
"Fuck!"
She almost screams and you can barely hold back a groan. Without a word, Ryujin begins to ride you. She doesn't start slow. She picks her pace up immediately, making her pussy glide up and down along your shaft.
At the same time, Yuna keeps pushing her hips forward. You are finally buried in her pussy. It's not the worst place to be as you begin to eat her out. She tastes sweeter than Ryujin and you can't get enough of her taste. You lick her labia, her clit, her pussy. All of it. You hands find themselves on her ass once more as you hold her for more stability.
At the same time, you hear Ryujin's moans from further back. You feel her getting wetter around you, the faster she goes. She falls out of her rhythm once in a while, which makes you moan into Yuna's snatch.
The young girl has started to make a mess of your face. Her juices are all over you as you keep eating her out. You eat like you have been starving for days. Her sweet nectar is the only thing that's going to save you.
"Yes, daddy! Keep doing that! I'm going to cum!"
She starts to slowly grind into your face, trying to get more out of your tongue.
While she does that, you can feel Ryujin beginning to pulsate around your cock. Her moans increase in volume as she reaches her second orgasm.
Yuna breaths heavily, trying to beat the older girl in the race for climaxing first.
At the end, Ryujin wins.
"Fucking hell! This dick!"
She shakes on top of you. Her pussy clenches around you. She becomes tighter than before. Her juices slowly spill out of her and trickle down your cock. She is frozen in place, not able to move a muscle.
Then, it hits Yuna. She whines loudly, before showering your face with her cum. You try to drink some of it, but you have to focus on holding her in place. She shakes even more than Ryujin. You have to grab her waist, to make sure she isn't falling off of you. Her hands find your hair as she tries to find an outlet for all that pleasure. She tugs on it, surely ripping some of it out. You let it go as you feel Yuna shaking and moaning.
"I think it has been long enough."
Ryujin checks the clock on the wall. "Chaewon will be here any minute."
You mentally groan in frustration. You can't keep up with that crazy woman. And you still got work to do.
"Already?"
Yuna sounds genuinely disappointed.
"But I wanted see how much he cums."
You gulp, trying to prepare yourself for what's to come.
"Then come here."
Ryujin, who is still a little shakey as well, helps Yuna off of you. The two kneel on the floor in front of the couch as you sit up.
"Come on, daddy. Give us your cum."
Yuna reaches for your cock, but Ryujin slaps her hand away.
"You know how to do it properly."
Yuna nods, before she opens her mouth. The older girl holds her hair and guides her towards your shaft.
And like the beginning, Yuna begins to gag on your cock. Now, that feeling in your lower region makes itself visible. It's like Yuna just flipped a switch. You start to get closer as she keeps chocking and drooling.
"I want some too."
Ryujin yanks Yuna off your cock, before taking you into her mouth herself. She feels different than Yuna, but you enjoy it just as much. She seems more skilled, being able to use her tongue in the right spots.
Yuna is still gasping for air, so you reach forward and make sure that Ryujin's hair doesn't fall into her face. She gives messy head as well and you now know where Yuna got it from. Your balls are covered in spit, which is dripping out of her mouth.
"Come here, Yuna."
She comes closer and you pull her top up. The small, bright clothing annoyed you the whole time and you haven't had a chance to take it off. You are glad that she isn't wearing a bra as you capture on of her nipples with your mouth.
"Oh, god."
Yuna sighs as you suck on her small tits. Meanwhile, Ryujin keeps sucking you off, bringing you closer to the point of no return. You can feel it's only a matter of moments.
Enjoying Yuna's breasts as long as possible, you switch to the other one, giving it equal attention. She tilts her head back and arches her back a little, so that you are even closer to her.
When you can't hold it back any longer, you lean back.
"I'm gonna cum."
Ryujin let's your cock fall out of her mouth, before she strokes you.
"Cum for us."
Yuna sits down next to her. She shows off her cute tits. The combination finally sends you over the edge. The first shot hits Ryujin's nose as she opens her mouth. The second one lands on Yuna's lips. Another streak of cum lands on her tits and her bunched up top, while the last one falls into Ryujin's mouth.
You feel completely drained as you watch the two of them. Because Ryujin keeps stroking you lazily, you have to push her hand off you. You are too sensitive right now.
Your head snaps to the right, when you hear the door open.
"You are still here."
Chaewon's excited face is undoubtedly one of the cutest things you have ever seen. But that doesn't stop her from wanting to be fucked constantly. Although Ryujin and Yuna are still kneeling on front of you, your cum dripping down Yuna's chest, Chaewon charges at you.
"Here we go again."
You mumble as you are met with a red pair of lips.
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Hi, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologize for the picture, I wasn't able to find a better one, where the two of them are wearing these clothes.
details ➸ tags: pt. ii, hurt/comfort, introspection // wc: 1.4k // series m.list
The sand burns.
Not literally, no. It’s not hot to the touch. It couldn’t be, after such a dreary maelstrom as last night’s. But it digs into your knees. It itches. Makes you want to peel off the top layer of your skin just to scratch the bone.
Your fingers curve around a useless excuse for a chest. You thought you had lost it in the wreckage of your cruddy little boat, only to find it had washed ashore. It’s a miracle, you suppose, but a pointless one. The iron lock you splurged on only a few days ago is unlatched: rusted and broken. None of your belongings remain inside except for a busted log pose. Nothing else—your berri, your tools, your clothing, your journals, your mother’s hairpin—all gone. And all you can think about are the fucking grains of sand pinching your skin.
It burns. Like the burning in your lungs, as you suffocate alone underneath the swell of the sea. It burns, it burns, it burns, it—
“Tuna.”
There’s a hand on your shoulder. It startles you. You turn; follow the length of the arm to find it attached to the body of Monkey D. Luffy. You don’t know when he approached you. You don’t know how long he’s sat there, watching you stare at your dumb piece of shit chest.
“What’re ya staring at it for? It’s empty.”
The accusation washes over you like a tidal wave. Threatens to pull you under.
You don’t know how to respond. How do you explain the quiet devastation this wooden box has put you through? You had your whole life in here at one point. Everything important to you, condensed neatly in one mid-sized treasure chest. And now it’s empty. Now, you have nothing.
“My name’s not Tuna,” you say. Because it’s not—it never was.
The boy retrieves his hand to rest it atop his straw hat, draping a shadow over his face. “You sure?” The boy questions. Something flickers in his eyes that you can’t quite discern through the veil of darkness. It almost… burns. Like the sand. “What is it, then?”
“Yuna,” you reply. Because it is—always has been.
Luffy tilts his head, as if scrutinizing you. He digs a finger in his ear, pulls it out, and scrutinizes that, too. “You didn’t answer my other question. Answer it.”
He’s a little rude, you think to yourself. Demanding things from you when he can’t even bother to get your name right.
Still, you sigh. You wouldn’t comply so easily under normal circumstances. You don’t make it a habit of obeying the boys you encounter in the waters of a strange island, strange ocean, stranger world. But there’s something in the air, you think. Charged, like the air before a strike of lightning—perhaps the remnants of last night’s storm.
“I’m looking for something,” you admit.
He perks up. “For what?”
Everything. “A reason.”
“A reason.”
“Mhm.”
“To do what, live?” He asks, setting his hat down in the sand. You tense. He’s a lot sharper than you realized. “You don’t need a reason," he says. "Just do what you want.”
You sputter. “That’s not—Forget what I said. It’s just that—I can feel everything and nothing at the same time, and I… I’m having a mental breakdown, I think.”
A pause.
The pirate scratches his chin. “Oh. Maybe don’t, then.”
Something about his offhand tone startles a chuckle out of you. Luffy peers at you, coal eyes harsh, studying, before his eyes droop in satisfaction, something coy tugging at his lips.
Another chuckle slips out that blooms into a full-bellied laugh, and then he’s snickering too, and then you’re gripping the sand in an attempt to stay upright because your sides are in stitches, and your cheeks hurt like a bitch, and he’s here and good and free. By the time you calm down, Luffy’s splayed out in the sand, arms pillowing his head, and he’s looking up at you. There’s a gentle hint of curiosity behind his smile, and it warms you and sends something buoyant shooting through your limbs: from your chest to the very tips of your toes.
Maybe don’t, then. It’s possibly the worst advice you’ve ever heard. Possibly the best.
“I made you laugh, didn’t I?” The pirate asks.
You freeze.
“I guess you did, yeah.”
It’s the acknowledgment that reels you back in. Your belongings are gone. Your mother is gone. And you laughed. How? How could you laugh, when you have nothing to your name? How could you laugh, when you have no one to call your own?
The confirmation makes Luffy’s grin grow wider. “Good,” he says. And he is so wild, and assured, and strange. “I thought you forgot how to.”
It burns, you realize. His attention.
For Monkey D. Luffy gets what he wants. If he wants you to laugh, to prove that you can do so, you will. You wonder what he wants out of this conversation. What he wants out of you. What can you give? What will he take?
Maybe he’ll take everything.
Maybe he’ll want nothing,
Your eyes flicker to the sea. A waxing moon hangs over the horizon. She glimmers, translucent and transient in her waters, ebbing and flowing, flowing and ebbing. Beneath her, a ship with a lion head bobs against the coast.
The night is still. Hushed.
You look at your hands. There's sand on your palms.
“What are you doing out here?” You change the subject, still watching the tide. A few hours ago you were drowning in the very same sea. Now you sit with the boy who saved you, safe and dry, with rocks clinging to your skin.
“What’re you?” Luffy challenges.
A gust of wind ruffles the trees, your clothing. It tastes of salt, when you open your mouth to speak. “Wallowing,” you confess. For some reason, you cannot lie to this strange, persistent boy. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you owe him. For it’s he who pulled you out of the water. It’s he who dragged you from the maw of death.
“You shouldn’t be,” he says.
“And who are you to judge?” You turn to face him and find his eyes transfixed on you.
He shrugs. “I’m Luffy, and ’m not judging ya. I’m just sayin’.”
“Saying what, exactly?” You ask, voice hushed like the night; desperate like the tide.
Luffy’s sitting up now, rolling a seashell around his fingers. Your attention is drawn to his neck, where the apple in his throat bobs, and it takes you a second to steer your gaze back to his.
His eyes burn. Bright, even in the dark. “That sitting here alone, moping around is a waste.”
A pause.
“I’m not alone,” you point out.
“Yeah,” he nods. “Not anymore.”
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It burns.
You dig your feet into the sand—feel teeny tiny rocks sift through the gaps between your toes. You wonder if Luffy has ever felt doubt. Wonder if he’s ever felt fear.
For fear has not yet unlatched its brutal grip on your heart. It creeps along the fraying edges of your mind. It cups its hands against your ear and whispers sweet nothings. The fact is, Fear murmurs, this won’t last long. Monkey D. Luffy has always been able to do what he wants, when he wants, just because he can. He doesn’t need the contents of a wooden box to tell him who he is. He has no room for doubt.
You are not the same.
So why is he here, taking the time out of his night to admonish you? What does he hope to gain? What does he hope to take?
“I wanna hear you laugh again,” Luffy taps your wrist, pulling you out of your spiral. “Get ready for my joke!” And it’s not a request, it’s a command. And, like you’ve been doing all night, you acquiesce. He shoots you a boyish smile for your assent, and your next inhale is shaky.
There’s a voice in your head advising you to be cautious, however. For embers glow in Luffy’s round, coal eyes. And if you’re not careful, the voice warns, your savior may burn you from the inside out.
can you do quarterback minji x shy cheerleader reader? i literally just thought of this and i think it’s adorable
ty baby<3
warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing…, minji is cringe…(shes a loser to me) kinda short😭and um thats it😜
i only know a few things abt football so 🫠
(not proofread…)
The championship football game was already in its fourth quarter, with 50 seconds on the clock. To say Minji was stressed was a HUGE understatement, being the quarterback was cool and all😵💫 but when her team’s losing by 3 points its gonna get to her🥺The pressure was getting wayy too much for her since the school has been winning for 9 consecutive years. If they lose, not only will she be failing her school and her teammates, but also you🥺🥺🥺You were the reason she started playing football in the first place, her good luck charm, her cheerleader 🎀 Co-Captain and one of the flyers (someone thrown and lifted in stunts) in the schools cheer squad, y/n l/n (basic asf but shit thats the only option 😭)
Calling a timeout was the best option, all they needed was one touchdown and boom, win😝 though its gonna be harder since their best wide receiver, Yunjin, had suffered a bad shoulder injury just a few minutes before (idk who to put on this team😭) Minji had no game plan since it all relied on Yunjin’s speed and agility, she needed to think of something😵💫 Getting in a circle with her team, she speaks up “Okay guys! Just one more push and we win the whole thing right?” Minji flashes a grin, trying to be optimistic “how are we gonna score? Yunjins out and Yujin can barely run without staring at the cheer captain.. Look! She has heart eyes right now!” Haewon was right, Yujin wasn’t even listening to the team but staring at Wonyoung🥺(i love them) Minji noticed you were there too, talking with wony, laughing at something she said🎀 She unconsciously smiles at you, your smile brought light to the dark skies of the night and your laughter made her feel warm🥺 “Fuck.. I forgot you’re both down bad…” Ryujin mentions, the whole team starting to tease those two😭”Alright alright! Yujin, lets do this for our girlfriends… Everyone make sure no one is guarding her!” “Gotchu bro, but I think we need your pretty girlfriends to cheer us on real quickkk” Yuna pokes both Minji and Yujin🎀 “Suck my- “LETS GO BEARS!” (idk man😭) You and Minji make eye contact, “You got this” is what she reads from your lips. A fire lit in her heart as she saw you throw her a kiss, she’s ready for the game.
“HUT HUT! HIKE!” Minji scans the field for Yujin, seeing her in the open, she throws it to her. Caught it. Yujin sprints with everything she had as both teams were after her. One of the opposing team members came out of no where, making Yujin trip. Minji winces at it, must’ve hurt bad. She only thinks of one think,
We fucked it up. We lost.
“HOLY SHIT I DID IT?!” Yujin’s piercing shout got the attention of everyone, she got the ball past the goal line🙏
The stadium erupted into cheers as people started running to the field to celebrate😍😍😍 You full on SPRINT to see your girlfriend, pushing everyone out of the way (r u the football player now or what😭🙏)
Smiling brightly as you spot each other. Minji throws her helmet to the floor to catch you😵💫
“YOU WERE SO GOOD OUT THERE BABY!!!” You said as you jumped into Minjis open arms, kissing her face between every word🥺(me when) “I’m all sweaty babe! hol-“”don’ttt care!” Minji stifles a snort as you pepper her face so more, “couldn’t have done it without you, my sunshine” accepting your soft lips against every inch of her face while spinning you around had you both in your own world🥺🥺🥺 Both of you were giggling like teens in love (duh) as your lipstick stains her still sweaty face😛 you guys are taken back to reality as the school journalists come to interview you guys “Who would like to thank for this win Kim Minji?” the camera pans to you guys, still in her arms as she replies,
“My gorgeous girl right here!!”
you hide your face in her neck, blushing at her words
“And those marks on your face?”
“M-minji wait-“
“Also from this gorgeous girl!”
She’s never seen your face as red as it was before😭
with annyeongz
“but I scored the touchdown…”
“Let them have their moment love”
ive been wantin to write fluff again omg 🙏🙏
im sorry i havent been doing many requests lately, ive gotten a bit busier than usual😭 I need to get my grades up or else im out☹️Ive only been writin for school this week im so sorry if this isnt that good😭😭😭
Im really sorry my loves❤️ Stay safe and love you guys!!
felix was your first love, your only love. when you first started dating, you both knew already that eventually, it was inevitable that you would break up. it was impossible for first relationships to ever last forever. despite that, you continued on the relationship, only praying that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance of it being permanent.
the relationship shockingly went on longer than all your classmates and parents predicted, 3 years of being with your soulmate, or so you were convinced. needless to say, you experienced your first ever heartbreak when felix broke the news to you about moving back to korea to jumpstart his idol life.
you were grateful that he, at least, was clearly upset about leaving you. that way you could remember your first relationship as mutually loving, that it wasn't one-sided.
you remembered sending him off at the airport, holding back tears, and keeping up your composure. seeing his shimmering eyes welling up had made you want to cry as well, but you had forced yourself to swallow the growing lump in your throat. that day had been well over 5 years ago, yet you still remembered it like it was yesterday.
of course, you had attempted long-distance with him, but school for you and training for him was too overwhelming, and eventually you lost contact, wondering whether pressing that call button of the other's number would change anything.
it hurt even more to see him all over the internet now. you were beyond proud of him, of course, he had always dreamt of being a singer, but it hurt knowing that felix had probably forgotten all about you. surely, by now, he would have gotten into tons more relationships, right? far more than you, anyway. it's not like you haven't gone on dates, it was just that none of them could ever compare the true love you felt for felix.
so when you travelled to korea during the winter holidays with your friends, you secretly prayed to somehow, if the stars had finally managed to align, you would cross paths with felix again. "maybe you'll bump into him on the street or something!" it was meant to be a joke, but deep down, you honestly did want that to happen.
after spending the entire day walking around the busy streets of seoul, you were exhausted. laying on one of the grand beds and waiting for the bathroom to be free, you noticed you were still feeling a bit hungry. jumping up and to the door, you announced to your friends of your leaving the hotel. yuna, the only one who wasn’t currently in the toilet doing her nightly routine, had offered to tag along, worried for your safety. "it's fine, it's right next to the hotel, they'll be hotel security watching."
she was unconvinced, but you had already ran off. (do not ever let your friends go out the dark alone, this is purely for the plot of the fic, i promise you will not meet a handsome korean man in the middle of the night. stay safe ladies <3) truthfully? you hoped you could somehow catch felix in the convenience store. you knew the chances were impossibly low, but you weren't going to leave korea with your head filled with 'what ifs?'
rummaging through the shelves, you weren't even sure what you wanted to buy. you had collected a few snacks for your friends, but you had cravings for almost everything in the cursed store, and you didn't have enough money to pay, even if you had ditched the others' food.
after putting down the cup noodles for the fifth time, you sighed deeply, knowing picking it up and down wouldn't make money magically appear in your pocket. just as you were about to walk away, a taller figure leaned over you, taking the exact cup noodle package you had been fiddling with for the past few minutes.
your first instinct was to push the person away. looking up to meet the stranger's eyes, still slightly stunned from the sudden intruding, your fear was quickly replaced with genuine surprise. “felix,” you winced at the harshness of your tone; you meant it as more of a greeting. “hey again.” you were convinced his voice was hand crafted by angels themselves.
without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a warm hug. you hadn’t even realised you had returned it instinctively until he pulled away, causing your arms to fall to your side. “what are you doing here in korea? i thought you’d be back home?” home. you couldn’t resist the widening smile on your face. felix still considered australia his home.
“i came here as a getaway with my friends. work has been crazy overwhelming,” you rubbed your neck, fidgeting under his gaze. you couldn’t bear to meet his eyes; there was no way he still had feelings for you, you probably mistook the kindness in his eyes as adoration. or even love.
felix sighed, taking your items from your hold and placing them in his basket, beginning to walk down the aisle, “tell me about it. we’ve been preparing for our new song and i think the stress is getting to all of us. it’s actually why i came down here, to get away from the pressure, you know?” you trailed beside him, playing with your fingers subconsciously. not once did you consider how stressful an idol’s job could be, you had kind of expected it to be more carefree than a regular job, considering they didn’t exactly have a 9-5 schedule.
“how’s the idol life going? loving your fans?” you forced a smile, pushing the big question you so badly wanted to ask him down your throat. “yeah, of course. stays are the best, i wish i could meet them all and just, you know, say thank you. i wouldn’t have gotten anywhere without them.” you stopped in your step, “you know that’s not true, you’ve always been talented in music.”
felix laughed, blushing from the compliment, “thank you. but enough about me, how’s your life going?” you continued down the aisle in thought, him following along. you weren’t so sure telling your ex boyfriend whom you still had feelings for that you dumped so many guys because of him was such a good idea. you chose to settle for the safer route, “well, i got my dream job, and it’s going pretty well, which, thank the lord.”
he nodded in understanding, “yeah, i remember you saying how scared you were about getting a job you hated and having to live with that.” you had been so busy talking you hadn’t even realised felix had paid for your items as well. “oh, no, it’s okay, i’ll pay you back, wait,” you panicked, reaching for your wallet. “no, no, it’s fine, i insist,” he placed a hand on your wrist, guiding the both of you out the convenience store, “it’s honestly okay.”
he held out the smaller plastic bag to you, “there’s yours.” you received it, and couldn’t help noticing the significantly larger bag he clutched in his other hand. felix smiled sheepishly, “i promise i’m not crazy. it’s for the others.” “ah.” there was a silence before he smiled again, “do you want to come back to the building with me and meet the other guys?” panic began to rise in your chest again. although you knew felix when you were both 17, he could very well have completely changed now. you were also convinced going to an unknown building at 12 at midnight was a one way ticket to danger.
felix, seemingly sensing your unease, added, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to! please don’t feel obliged to.” you contemplated. on one hand, you finally reunited with felix, the person whom you’ve loved for years, hoping every day you could see him again; but on the other hand, not only would your friends be worried sick, but you were aware of the risks of going back with a not-so stranger at night.
finally deciding on a plan, you offered, “meet here tomorrow at 12 in the afternoon?” oh, the gleam in felix’s eyes made you want to succumb into his very being so bad. “i’ll see you then.”
“you’re kidding.” you were gathered around on one of the beds with your friends, telling them about your encounter with felix. “you proved me wrong so quickly,” millie tsked, throwing herself back onto the pillows. “i still can’t believe it. genuinely, what are the chances?” yuna crossed her arms, staring in wonder. “that’s not the point now, though, is it?” leah settled everyone down with that statement. she crossed her arms, turning to you, “the point is that you’re meeting up with an ex boyfriend, the only one who you’ve ever truly been in love with,” she paused, sighing at your disappointed look,
"i don’t mean that it’s a bad thing, darling, i know you love him, but we have to approach this realistically, right? the relationship ended because felix had to move back. even if you were to date him again, eventually we’re going back to australia,” leah tried reasoning gently, placing a hand on your knee. you remained silent. she was right. “that being said, you can still meet him, but it would be really dangerous for your feelings…” tara chimed in, trailing off. “i honestly think staying here with us is the safest path, but if you’re willing to take a risk,” leah shrugged. for felix? you’d take any and all risks for him.
of course you didn’t tell him of your dilemma. how could you? seeing the little hops in his every step brightened your day immediately. the girls had been reasonably disheartened that you couldn’t join them for their shopping, but you knew they had tried not to let it show by waiting with you at to the store until felix arrived.
“have you had lunch yet?” felix prodded, not wanting you to go about the day without the energy you needed. nodding, you allowed him to lead you down the road, towards the infamous jyp building. you had silently wished he would hold your hand like he always used to, but you also knew that any bit of hope should be crushed right then and there. this wasn’t the felix you dated years ago, this is another felix. an unfamiliar one, who has a new online persona, and even though he smells exactly like he used to, has the same smile, still as caring as before, this wasn’t your felix.
one step into the building and you already wanted to run away. this was a horrible idea. the sweet tone of felix greeting the staff practically turned you into a puddle, and you knew right then and there that you needed to leave immediately before an inevitable messy situation comes up.
just as you were about to protest about going back to your friends, you were interrupted by hyunjin and jeongin. you had recognised them plenty of times from social media. feeling obliged to stay now, you smiled awkwardly at their warm welcomings.
introducing yourself as well, you hadn't failed to notice their smiles falter at the mention of your name. you unwillingly began jumping to conclusions. did felix talk badly about you? did you do something just now to offend them? was it your outfit? did they know who you were?
you did fail to catch, however, was how felix's entire face flushed with red at the un-subtleness of his friends. they knew exactly just how in love with you he still was, he had never moved on, how could he? you were the love of his life, the one made just for him. no other girl he went on time-wasting dates with could ever compare to you.
felix was only slightly glad they pulled you away to their dance practice room to meet the other members, he needed time to recollect his thoughts, wait for his burning cheeks to cool down and return his speeding heartbeat to normal.
it was way too long before felix could pull you away for some alone time again. realistically, it was probably around 10 minutes or so, and it would've been longer had chan not caught felix's sulking eyes over his friends hogging the girl he had longed to reunite with for years. chan knew the reason why felix's relationships never lasted and why he was picky about going on dates.
felix's nervous mood throughout your lunch together in the now empty practice room was contagious, you now felt paranoid too. "are you okay?" you tried to ask casually, placing the leftover rubbish of your lunch down beside you. his eyes flew to meet yours, his jittery behaviour was unlike him. "yeah, no, i'm fine, i just..." he breathed in, swallowing with difficulty, "i haven't seen you in a long time." oh.
"it's..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair, leaning back against the mirrored wall, resting his other hand on his knees. "this year's been tough for me. i was in a really dark space and i wasn't sure what to do, you know? i would always think back to how you would be the one i'd run to whenever i needed someone to talk to, and how i could trust you with anything," he paused, looking for any indications of discomfort on your expression. your smile allowed him to visibly relax, his shoulders dropping.
"i have to admit that," he hesitated, before continuing reluctantly, "i was convinced that i would never fall in love again." another pause. "unless it's you i fall into," felix's voice grew quieter and quieter, as if he was uncertain whether he should go on or not. leaning over slightly and reaching for his hand, you squeezed it once, giving him reassurance. you were honestly surprised you weren't full on crying with joy. he still loved you.
felix seemed more sure of himself, but his words still failed him as they came out shakily, "i was... lost. i was lost within the darkness. nothing helped. i tried putting my emotions into singing, but i still felt that burning pain inside." your heart ached at his words. you felt guilty for doubting his feelings for you, all this time you thought he had long moved on.
"but then i found you." you finally saw it. your eyes connected with his and it was unmistakable. the love in his eyes was true. he stood up, and for a second you thought he was about to run away, but he tugged on your interlocked hands, indicating for you to follow.
now that you were standing parallel to him, felix held out something in his hand. how long had he been holding that for? he probably fished it out of his pocket while standing up. you took the item in your hands, before realising it was the necklace you gifted him the day he left. he kept it.
it was a simple, silver necklace with your initial and his chained together. you stared up at him, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do with it. "i never wore it because of how much it reminded me of you, and it hurt to be reminded every day of how it's possible that i would never see you again."
you remained silent. you knew that once you clasped the chain around his neck, you're done for. you'd never be able to let him go. you were conflicted. this was your dream come true, reconciling with your first and only love; but on the other hand, you had your whole life in australia, everything you'd ever worked for was there.
but felix was here. he's right here, right in front of you.
wrapping your arms around him, you connected the clips of the necklace. your arms remained there, and you pressed your cheek against his chest, breathing in his scent. felix enveloped your figure in his hold, his head resting atop yours.
although your voice came out slightly muffled, what you said next brought the biggest grin on his face. "i'll never let you go again like i did before." you had a hell of a story to tell your friends.
gentle giant ushijima who’s afraid to touch you, hovers around you uncertainly when you’re nearby, but listens with rapt attention whenever you have something to say. he steers you away from anything potentially dangerous (lampposts, puddles, the shiratorizawa boys) with a gentle hand on your elbow, and makes sure you stay on the inside of the sidewalk while he takes the street side.
gentle giant ushijima who blushes a bright poppy red when you kiss him for the first time, who uses tongue sparingly and is always breathless after a kiss, who has to rely on you to guide his hands from your shoulders to your waist. (he squeezes your butt once, indulging in the plush feel of your body finally in his arms, and shyly apologises afterwards for his boner.)
gentle giant ushijima who fucks you hard, spitting in your mouth and tugging on your hair and slapping your clit until you cry. he loves the look of his jersey on you, pushed up over your tits and stuffed between your lips as a makeshift gag. he makes you cum once, twice, thrice, maybe more, until you’re crying and clawing at his back for him to slow down, baby please, i can’t i can’t i can’t anymore— and at the end of it all, when your eyes are closing on their own and your legs are trembling, he drops a tender kiss to your forehead and whispers that he loves you.
You suck in a harsh breath, your hands grip tightly onto the tablet that was placed on your lap. You try hard to focus on the meeting and the men speaking in front of you but you couldn't help but sniffle under your breath. Your eyes water slightly after turning red as you try hard to contain yourself from sneezing hard. Your hands subtly try to push away the big bouquet of roses kept next to you. But it doesn't go unnoticed by the sharp pair of dark eyes which hold no emotions, Seonghwa cocks his head towards your side.
His eyebrows cocks up in confusion when he finds your eyes get red and watery. But he decides to let it slide for the moment before focusing back onto Hongjoong who stood in front of the board of officers. Though the thought doesn't leave his mind as to why you pushed away the flowers so aggressively.
Your heels make loud noises against the floor while you make your way into the elevator next to Seonghwa. There is a weird not-so awkward silence between the both of you, if your older self would be in the same situation, you could see yourself getting suffocated in seconds. But now you have to come to get used to these silences. As you walk into his room, you place the files down and finally decide to break the silence. "Mr.Park I would like to inform you that, I will be taking a leave tomorrow for personal reasons."
Seonghwa's eyebrows cock up in surprise as he fixes his overcoat a little, "Don't I have to attend a party hosted by the Sumyung group? It's postponed to tomorrow right?" His expressions stay unreadable, but his unbelievable tone is definitely hard to not notice. "Yes Mr.Park, that's correct. But you will have to deal with it yourself for tomorrow, and I've already arranged Secretary.Do to take care of your usual necessities." A scoff escapes from him as he stares at you in disbelief, "Then what about my date? Aren't you usually the one who stays by my side in these parties?"
"I've got that covered too, Mr.Park, the top model of Korea, Song Hyunju, the ambassador for YSL, must have been familiar to you. I've done some research on her, and found out her father is one of the shareholders of your father's company. She will be your date for tomorrow." Why the fuck are you so smart, Hwang. Seonghwa mutters to himself, not getting why he was annoyed at the fact that you wouldn't be by his side for a whole day. "If that is all, I will leave you here Mr.Park"
"WAIT MS.HWANG ARE YOU REALLY GOING ON A BLIND DATE?" Ji-yeon screams loudly, almost making it audible for everyone in the bathroom stall. You instantly try to shush her down, panicking that someone must have heard her. "Omg Jiyeon-shi calm down, and yes I am" You say with your usual smile on your face just the fact that you were hiding how scared you were for the so-called blind date your friend set you up with.
"Y/n-ah you really need a personal life other than being your stuck-up CEO's secretary" You let out a sigh, not being able to deny your friends, Yuna's words. "Well what can I do then, not like I get any free time other than running behind him." Yuna lets out a pitiful sigh before inhaling sharply, "Well, you are going to make some free time because you're going on a blind date with my boyfriend's best friend next week." Your eyes widen from her words, "WAIT WHAT? WHAT BLIND DATE, WHO?"
"That is exactly why it is a blind date, Silly." Your shoulders slump down and you let out a defeated sigh knowing well that you won't be able to say no to her. "Well what am I going to do with Seonghwa? How am I going to get any free time?" Yuna shrugs at your questions, "I don't know, just tell him you're going to take a holiday or something." "I- Fine"
"With who?- well I mean, It's a blind date, but i can't wait to hear what happens on your date." You let out a chuckle at the other girl, who couldn't hide her excitement for you. "I'll definitely let you know about it all" You weren't surprised to hear the most excited squeal from her as you walked out of the bathroom.
You walk out of the door of the fancy table, walking next to your date. Your heels click on the pathway, and just as you raise your head, your eyes widen at the sight. "MR.PARK??"
Warm, the way you recall the first time you ever met Lee Yuna for the first time, she was introduced to your class as a Transfer student from Japan at the start of September. And as luck would have, she was sitting next to you, the known loner of the class since you were half Japanese so you could translate for the small girl however even to you her attitude couldn't help but strike a conversation with her.
Talkative, the first thing you notice about her personality when you sit together at lunch for the first time after class, two weeks since Yuna joined your class. her ENFP nature truly shined as she was talking almost nonstop about everything, the weather that kept frequently changing in her words or the Interesting types of food she was curious to try in Korea as a foreigner.
Bright, Yuna's reaction when you promised to take her to taste the food she wanted to try, you can't forget how her eyes shined when she held your hands, you were so focused on them that you didn't hear her tell you the address to pick her up from.
Soft, the feeling of her cheeks when you had to clean her face with a napkin since she had leftovers all over her face when she was eating tteokbokki too quickly, she giggled as she teased you about how much of a boyfriend material throughout all of your "date" after you both left the Restaurant together.
Energetic, just like how she was running near, behind and around you as both of you were walking around the stops in the summer festival that happened in your town, trying to get as many prizes as possible (most of those were plushies that were donated to her room), her smile as the pile of plushies grew larger as you had to hold almost all of them, leaving only a small Eevee plushie to let Yuna hold.
Magical, the atmosphere around you as both of you find a quiet place to sit and stargaze, the only light that you could feel was the moon, being in its fullest form as it shined the Japanese girl like a spotlight like she was an idol looking at millions of fans, you were happy to admit that you were a fan of her as well.
Sweet, the taste of her lips as out of nowhere she leaned in and captured your lips, the kiss wasn't quick nor slow, it was in the perfect pace, you could feel her hands slowly creep around your neck, as she released her lips from you she couldn't help but look at your eyes, with her addictive smile that you had to join in.
Emotional, the way she confessed she had feelings toward you for a long time, and how she imagined herself being like this. you were shocked at the start however it quickly replaced itself with happiness when you told her you also felt the same way toward her.
People may not know Lee Yuna as well as you, being her boyfriend for now over 5 years as both of you shared thousands of memories, both in Korea and outside of it, you couldn't find someone else to make you as happy as you are, you couldn't even remember how you were before she came to your class.
However, as you gripped the ring box behind your back, both of you were standing in the same place you shared your first kiss with her, instead of a usual schoolwear, Yuna was instead in a plain white dress, looking at you with a smile as bright as the sun that slowly begins to descend, her eyes are shining like the stars that slowly start entering the dark sky.
read me!!: no gender language used for reader !! anxious furina, ptsd furina, anxiety attack, reader comforts furina, happy ending
yuna’s thoughts: idk if ppl really wanna see furina but pls she so cute i just wanna nom her up ☹️ this is based off of her “when it rains” voice line! please enjoy! and always, if you like, feel free to leave an ask for something you’d like me to write!
For Furina, love wasn’t the first thing on her mind when she was relinquished from her duties. Though, her plans for a quiet life were quickly pushed aside by the traveler and their companion. So, she figured she might as well expand her relationships— platonically or not.
After the people of Poisson went through a devastating and preventable tragedy, Furina dealt with immense guilt and anxiety. There were always troubling voices in her head, she never stopped thinking. Her mind was so loud and she just wanted it to stop.
The day she met you, her mind went quiet. Horrific thoughts became less frequent and she was able to gain the strength to acknowledge and help in areas she should have before.
You truly saved her. Saved her from a lifetime of self destruction and anxious tendencies. She cherished your presence, your time, your love for her. “I promise, I’ll love you the best I can. It’s the only way I can even begin to repay you.”
Happiness was prevailing in your relationship, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t the bad moments. Especially when it rained.
You made a habit to check the forecast every night before bed and once in the morning. After Furina had revealed the rain to cause her to spiral, you wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as possible when it did.
Looking down at your phone, a frown fell upon your face. ‘Thunderstorms forecasted to begin shortly. Stay indoors and prepare in case of possible power outages.’ Shutting off the phone, you walked out of the bedroom, ready to prepare the house for the rain.
You spotted Furina in the kitchen. She hummed a soft tune to herself while brewing a cup of tea. Quietly, you walked into the living room, shutting all the curtains. You didn’t want her to see the sky darken, she knew that meant rain.
Pulling the last curtain shut made you realize how dark the lack of sunlight made the room. You walked over to a standing lamp and pulled the string, watching the light illuminate the room. With a content nod, you made your way into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Furina!” You called out sweetly. Her head quickly snapped to you, a delighted expression on her face. “Good morning, my love! Did you sleep well? I’m preparing some tea, if you’d like some.”
As you walked up to her, she turned around, looking back at the brewing tea. You wrapped your arms around her from behind, placing your head in the crook of her neck. “Tea sounds nice. Would you like me to reheat the pastries we brought yesterday?”
“What a splendid idea!” Furina’s hand found their way to yours, holding them as you continued to hug her. “They should be on the top shelf of the fridge.” Following her instructions, you let go of her to walk towards the fridge, which pulled a small disapproving hum for her as your touch faded.
Opening the fridge, you grabbed the box of pastries and placed them on the counter. “I was already going to do it…” Furina began, her tone laced with obviousness. “But I didn’t want to ruin them by making it too squishy,” the end of her sentence sad.
“You do it best! So I’ll take that one and that one!” She smiled at you before grabbing her cup of tea and walking to the living room. You laughed to yourself slightly before placing the pastries she requested in the air fryer. After setting the temperature and time, you followed her into the living room, watching her pick a movie on the tv.
“What are you thinking of watching?” Your arms leaned against the back of the sofa, intently watching her scroll through. “Well..” she leaned her head back to look at you. “I watched a beautifully made romantic comedy yesterday so I want to contrast that. Perhaps a murder mystery?”
You nodded at her answer, eyes trying to peak through a crack in the curtain, seeing if the rain had started yet. Furina’s eyes furrowed when she noticed you weren’t looking at her. “Hey..” she grabbed your chin, tilting it to look at her. “What’s outside that’s more interesting than moi?”
“Oh, nothing.” A reassuring smile grazed itself on your face before you leaned down more, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “May I be free now? Your pastries won’t serve themselves.” Instantly, she let go of your chin. “Yes, my love! Thank you again.” You nodded at the true sincerity of her words before walking back to the kitchen.
Opening the air fryer, you quickly grabbed the pastries and plopped them on the plate. “Should’ve used a mit,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your hand to distract it from the pain. Just as you picked up your tea and the pastry plate, you heard a loud thud come from the living room.
After sloppily placing down the cup and plate, you rushed into the living room. Your eyes first landed on the couch, seeing Furina wasn’t there. You noticed the curtain was pushed open slightly, the sight of the downpour and occasional lightning filled the room.
Walking further into the room, you found Furina on the floor, her back against the coffee table. “Furina?” Concerning lacing your voice as you quickly walked over to the curtain and shut it. Lowering yourself slowly to the floor, you noticed her eyes looked empty.
Small mutters left her mouth in a frantic and repetitive tone. “The water levels, have to stop them. Can’t let the people down. They’re gonna rise I need to do something. Do something. I need to do something.”
After fully positioning yourself next to her, you slowly reached out to place your hand on her knee. She instantly pulled away from your touch. “Don’t touch me!” She yelled, panic and anger tainted her words. Furina got like this when she became anxious. You didn’t take her words to heart no matter how harsh they were.
“Alright, I won’t touch you.” You acknowledged her wishes, she didn’t have the strength to thank you for that. Her hands rapidly tapped on her thighs, her entire body shaking. “The rain.. it’s need to stop. It’s bad, really bad.” Words barely pushed through her tears.
The sound of her chocked sobs filled the room. Your heart broke everytime you saw her like this. “The water levels won’t rise, I promise. Everyone is safe. The people of Fontaine, me, and you.” Taking a moment to see her reaction to her words caused you to pause. The same thing didn’t always work during these situations.
Sometimes, she needed you to be realistic. Other times, she appreciated delusions responses. The tapping of her fingers slowed, signifying that your words were affecting her positively. “You did your duties already to protect Fontaine. The prophecy is gone, everyone will be okay.”
Her sobs lessened, allowing breathes of air to come through. She sniffed a bit, prompting you to reach behind you to grab a tissue. Offering it, she gladly took it and began patting under her eyes before whipping her nose.
“Do you still want your pastries?” Furina nodded. “Yes, please bring them to me.” After walking to the kitchen and back, you placed the pastries and your tea on the coffee table. Swinging back around to the front of the table, you extended a hand to her.
She looked up through teary eyes, grabbing on to your hand. You pulled her to her feet, watching her not even take a second to gain her balance before she threw herself on to you. You accepted her embrace, slowly rubbing her back as the two of you hugged.
“I’m sorry.. I was just curious about what you were looking at. It was a bad idea to check.” She spoke into the hug. “Don’t apologize.” You replied stern yet sincere. “You never have to apologize for things like this, okay? I’m always here to help you.”
Furina’s arms squeezed around you tighter. You felt her arms tug you slightly and her feet move as she pulled you towards the couch. Letting go so you both could sit down, she sat on the couch first. You followed suit, sitting down next to her.
“Oh! I forgot I picked this one out yesterday!” If it wasn’t for the damp spots under her eyes, you would’ve never been able to tell she was crying. When Furina pulled away from the sweets plate and leaned back into the couch, you decided to take the opportunity to wipe away the rest of her tears.
You grabbed her chin, facing her towards you. “Hmm?” She questioned, chewing up a small piece of the pastry. Leaning closer to her you analyzed the tear spots under her eyes. You adjusted your sleeve and held it in your palm. Pulling your hand towards her face, you patted the tears under eyes.
She swallowed the remaining pastry, allowing herself to speak clearly. “Ah, thank you.” Her eyes shyly looked away from yours. Moving your hand to the other eyes, you patted under that one to before pulling your hand back.
Just as you were about to pull away, she grabbed your face in her hands. Pulling your face towards her, she placed her lips lovingly on you. Your arms snaked around her neck, finding comfort there as the two of you shared this intimate and comforting moment.
A smile accompanied by a pink tint on her face was a pleasant first thing to see after the kiss. You licked your lips, tasting the glaze of her pastries on your mouth. “Tasty.” You hummed.
Furina laughed at your response, reaching forward to grab the other one. “Would you like to split?” She wasn’t the type to share, especially the types of pastries she considered to be her favorite. You felt honored at the moment.
“I would love to.” She quickly split the pastry, handing you half of it. “Thank you again, truly. You go above and beyond to help me. I can only hope I find the means to repay you one day.”
You shook your head at her words. “You never need to repay me you know.” Furina’s head tilted out of curiosity. “Huh, why not?”
NISHIMURA RIKI never would have thought that being a demon meant he’d be summoned by you on a late tuesday evening begging him to make your p.e teacher disappear for a day just because you didn’t want to run during class the next day
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jongseob let out a frustrated sigh as he got down on his knees to help you put on the shoes he got for you while you and danielle were giggling quietly.
“jongseob-ah she’ll break her neck in those things,” your friend laughed while the orange haired boy tightened the straps of the shoes.
“but at least she won’t get lost,” he mumbled back before getting back up.
you’ll admit that you were slightly on the shorter side and perhaps your mischievous and curious characteristics made it easier for you to get lost in a crowd.
you can remember all the times that you were out with your band mates and they lost sight of you. yuna even bought a bag with a leash to make sure you didn’t walk off somewhere.
jongseob and danielle quickly said their goodbyes before you left to the park where you and sunoo had previously decided to hang out.
the walk was short and you quickly entered the pretty park. you wandered aimlessly around before deciding to text sunoo about his whereabouts.
he replied immediately and you carefully tried to walk towards the swings where he was sitting on.
“yn!” he exclaimed with a wide smile on his face as soon as he saw you approach.
he jumped off the swing he was previously sitting on and ran over to you. a smile appeared on your face as the two of you collided in a hug.
perhaps it was a little weird that you were hugging after only knowing one another for a day but you didn’t care.
“oh my god you’re so adorable!” sunoo was now tightly squeezing you and it was getting harder to breath for a second.
“sunoo,”
at your amused laugh sunoo immediately let go and quickly apologised for his sudden approach.
“it’s alright,” you said before the two of you went back to sit on the swings where you talked for hours until it got dark and sunoo walked you home.
“i had a lot of fun. we should definitely hang out again,” you said which made sunoo smile even wider until his eyes turned crescent.
“yes, of course! just text me when and where.”
you quickly hugged goodbye before you went inside to your family while sunoo carefully vanished between the shadows.