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Stairway to heaven

Shin Yuna X Male Reader

You knew you were in for a rough ride as you saw her coming over this morning. Spending more and more time with each other, Ahin and you started to work out together. It seemed to be a good idea at first, especially after what happened last time. But as she keeps showing up, your routines get interrupted more than once.

Right now, you are sitting on the bench after doing a couple of reps of pull ups as your eyes wander to Ahin.

Unfortunately, she is working out right in front of you. Just two or three meters away. Her loose pink pants aren't able to hide anything as she does her squats.

You don't know if she is doing this on purpose or not, but today, she wouldn't even have to. Her outfits are usually well balanced between slutty or comfortable. It usually doesn't interrupt your workout, but makes you stay longer in the gym for obvious reasons. And since the gym is in your basement, Ahin seems almost too comfortable to wear what she wants.

Just like today. You don't know what fabric it is, but it looks very soft. Except for some silver writing, her outfit is all pink. Her pants do look loose, but you can see more than enough of her butt, whenever she moves down. The flawless skin on her back glistens a little with sweat in the light of the lamp on the ceiling.

Since she isn't facing you, you can't see her front, but the picture is still burned into your mind, since she last turned around. Her pink top seems way too small. Although you appreciate her showing off her midriff and back, you are sure, that when Ahin would raise her arms over her head, you would see more than you could handle right now. That the glistening silver letters over her chest seem to be spelling "juicy" is just mean in your opinion.

But this isn't the biggest problem you have today. You chuckle slightly. You wish. No. It's her hair. You were shocked, when she stood in front of your door, waiting for you to step aside to let her in. Ahin's blonde hair got replaced by pink since the last time you saw her. You really liked blonde Ahin. She always looked like a mix of cute and sexy.

But pink haired Ahin seems to be the devil himself. No matter how she looks at you, it makes a familiar feeling creep into your lower body. The new hair makes her look sexy at all times.

And it doesn't help at all, that she is wearing an outfit with matching color, which shows more than you want to see, while you work out.

Shaking your head, you clear your mind of all the thoughts, which keep you from working out in peace. None of them are innocent.

Getting off the bench, you get into your old position, standing on your tiptoes under the bar above you. Barely reaching it, you jump, before you resume your workout. Once again, only one thing is the center of your attention. It's as distracting as it is motivating.

After a couple of pull ups, you catch Ahin slightly looking over her shoulder. There are mirrors on almost every wall, except for the one she is facing. She has to look behind her, or to the walls on her left and right to see if you are looking at her. As you do lock eyes with each other through one of the mirrors, you see Ahin barely smirking. Keeping your gaze focused on her eyes, Ahin lowers herself once more. You can see how far she moves downward. She stays in perfect position, almost touching the ground with her butt.

You can't help but let your eyes flicker between hers and her ass. Wanting to keep working out, you try to forget the image of Ahin sitting like this on your cock. Damn it! Once it popped up in your mind, you can't let go of it.

The pull ups keep getting more difficult as Ahin doubles her efforts to convince you to participate in another kind of workout. She licks her lips seductively, while she stays in this squatting position.

You shake your head, telling her to stop. Ahin gives you a wink, right before your last repetition. You almost fall to the ground once you are done. You feel the sweat cooling your upper body. It might have been a bad idea to workout out shirtless, like you usually do. Ahin seems to be misinterpreting your choice of clothing.

While you catch your breath and ready yourself for the next round, you watch Ahin standing up and turning around.

"What?"

She is kneeling down a few meters away from you.

"What is this?"

"What do you mean?"

Ahin gives you an innocent smile.

You watch her as she starts to slowly lift and lower her upper body again and again in a steady rhythm. She reaches behind herself, holding her pink hair in a messy ponytail.

"Stop it. Whatever you are doing, stop it."

"I'm just working out. I don't see your problem."

You almost believe her innocent look, but the corners of her mouth expose her mischievous smile.

"What kind of workout is this supposed to be?"

"I'm sure, you would want me to do this."

"I doubt it."

You get back under the bar after taking a gulp of your water, ready to restart.

Ahin's pace is slow and seductive as she moves her hips up and down.

"This is just practice."

"For what?"

You realize within a split second that this question would be your downfall.

"For riding my boss's cock."

Shaking your head, you hear her calling you again by your nickname.

"I have to make sure that my boss works out properly."

"I am. Or at least I would without your distractions."

"But this kind of workout isn't fun enough."

You could tell her that workouts aren't supposed to be fun, but you let it slide.

"Please? This burns just as much calories. And it's also more fun."

You sigh in frustration. Maybe you should stop working out with Ahin. In your mind, you already know, you lost this round. There is no way in hell Ahin is going to let you resume your workout now.

"Come."

You motion her towards you and Ahin jumps off the ground.

"Thanks, boss."

She gives you a cheeky smile.

After having more and more sex with Ahin, she slowly starts to lose her shyness, when she asks for it. Which really hurts your workouts.

As soon as she is close enough, you pull Ahin towards you. Giving her a heated kiss, you make sure to take some of her hair into your hand as you hold her head. Smiling into the kiss, she knows that she is going to get what she wants.

After making out, you push Ahin towards the ground, while she already plays with the waistband of your shorts. As soon as you are naked, she dives right in. Her mouth swallowing your cock as if she starved for days. Which doesn't make sense, because it has only been a day since she last sucked you off.

Feeling Ahin slobber all over your shaft, you promise yourself to make this quick. You have a lot to do today and the way Ahin looks won't make you last very long anyway.

Her eyes are on yours as she takes your cock, while you hold her hair in a makeshift ponytail. Guiding her head, you take control of Ahin's movements. The young woman has always two different kind of looks, when she is horny. The first shows that she wants to enjoy herself. Take her time, have fun with you and so on. But the look she has on now, tells you to use her. To use her to make yourself cum as fast as possible.

Ahin takes it as a compliment, when you can't last very long, although she doesn't miss the chance to tease you about it.

The lewd sounds she is making fill your basement as you use her mouth. At first, like usual, Ahin's eyes are focused on your face, wanting to see how good she makes you feel. That's why you are surprised, when she glances away occasionally.

Catching her again, you follow her darting eyes. You realize that she is watching herself in the mirrors. One of her hands supports her weight as she is leaning forward, while the other rubs her core underneath her pants.

"You are such a slut."

Ahin chokes in surprise. Because you shove her further onto your cock and that she got caught.

"Can't help but watch how I fuck your face, can you?"

She manages to slightly shake her head, the ponytail swinging from side to side.

"Look at yourself, while you choke."

You give her only a second to look at the mirror, before you force yourself down her throat. Finally holding her head in place, Ahin can't do anything but watch. She sees how her throat moves, while she tries to breathe through her nose. You go deeper, until you are finally completely inside of her.

Ahin starts gagging and slowly, spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth. The two of you watch her becoming a mess on her knees as she chokes on your cock. As her body tries to get some air, you feel her throat massaging your shaft.

Reaching downwards, you fish her phone out of her pocket.

"This is proof that you are a little slut for my cock."

You feel Ahin shiver as you take a couple of pictures through the mirror. Knowing that you don't have to worry, since she will check her phone before she leaves, you save a picture as her wallpaper.

Hearing Ahin gag once again, you close the phone, before you slowly push her off your cock.

Breathing heavily, she can only stare up at you, not knowing what to say.

"Let's see if we can take some more."

Still holding her hair in your fist, you start walking to the wall on your right. Ahin has to crawl after you, her face still messy with her own saliva.

As you make her kneel right in front of the mirror, you see a small smile playing on the corners of her mouth. She expects you to fuck her mouth again.

Instead, you pull her upwards, making her stumble to her feet.

"Put your hands on the glass."

You whisper in her ear. Ahin's eyes are wide open as she does, what you told her. Not wanting to play around further, you pull her pants off her hips, letting them hang around her knees.

Pressing yourself against Ahin, you let your left hand wander over her toned stomach, towards her core. Your face is next to hers as the two of you look into the mirror.

"I'm going to make you watch yourself as you cum."

"Yes. Please make me cum, boss."

When Ahin is still able to mock you with that name, you haven't been rough enough with her.

It doesn't take you long. As soon as your fingers enter her snatch, you watch Ahin's face fall apart. Wrinkles form on her forehead as her eyes lose focus. Her eyes and cheeks flush red, while her mouth opens, to let out moan after moan.

"Please.."

In a matter of minutes, the seductive young woman has become a stuttering mess. Begging you to make her cum, Ahin rubs her thighs together.

"I need it. I've been a bad girl. Make me watch, please."

You kiss her neck, before looking into the mirror again.

"Three."

On instinct, Ahin closes her eyes. She can feel that she is close to a stronger orgasm. Seducing you has that affect on her.

"Open your eyes."

She has to force herself to follow your order.

"Two."

Her glazed over eyes beg you to count down faster.

"One."

Ahin whimpers in anticipation, trying to hold it in, until you tell her to cum. Wanting to make her wait, you make the small pause longer. As she is about to close her eyes again, you finally release her.

"Cum."

Ahin shrieks, barely able to force her eyes to stay open. She climaxes around your fingers as she shakes. You hold her upright as you watch her through the mirror.

"Good girl."

You found out, that Ahin likes to be praised after she cums. It makes her feel even better, when she comes down from her high.

But you won't give her enough time to enjoy it, you align yourself with her pussy. Ahin still breathes heavily, as you push inside of her.

"Fuck!"

She is still tight from her orgasm, her juices making her insides feel like a waterslide.

Pressing onto her lower back, you bring her into a standing doggy style position. Ahin's head falls between her arms as you start to fuck her.

"I told you to watch."

With your right hand, since your left is now holding her phone, you take a fistful of that pink hair of hers. Pulling on it, you make Ahin look up.

"So good."

She moans into the mirror, her face mere centimeters away from it. Despite being right handed, you switch the camera on her phone to recording videos. Starting to film the mirror, you fuck Ahin faster, making her eyes roll to the back of her head.

It takes her quite a while to realize she is getting recorded. You could swear that her pussy squeezes you even harder than before. Her eyes are now glued to her phone as her vision gets shakey with every one of your thrusts.

It somehow turns you on as well, knowing that you could rewatch this scene again. Ahin, her palms pressed flat against the glass, while her mouth hangs slightly open. That wrinkle on her forehead and her dark, desperate eyes. Parts of her pink hair falls over her shoulders, while you scooped up most of it.

The thought about sending it to your phone and using it, while you are away, pushes you further towards the edge. Although you don't have a problem with fucking other women, Ahin is always different. It feels more intimate with her. You always know how far you can go, even though she doesn't tell you. The both of you experiment together, knowing that you are taking care of each other.

You start to miss her, when you are away. Now, you have at least a couple of minutes of her, whenever you need it.

Being able to recognize how close you are, Ahin tries to make you cum as well.

"Please, cum. Cum on my face, baby."

Her breathless tone turns you on even more. But you remember that you still have to punish her for interrupting your workout.

"I want it dripping down my face. Please."

You see her legs buckle, knowing that she can't take your pounding for much longer. Her nails scratch on the mirror, as she tries to hold onto something.

"I'm gonna cum."

You see her smile into the mirror. A smile of satisfaction and pleasure as she waits for you to cum on her face.

Not even having to say anything as you pull out, you see Ahin kneeling down in front of you. But instead of cuming on her face, you aim higher. Three thick strikes of cum paint her otherwise pink hair. The contrast of the pink and white looks beautiful.

Remembering her punishment, you use all you have left, to paint the mirror right above her head. A big spot forms on it as a few small streaks start to flow down.

Ahin pouts at you, visibly disappointed.

"Your punishment for making me stop my workout."

Before she can give a snobbish reply, you nod towards the mirror.

"Are you not going to lick it up?"

Without a word she straightens her back, barely able to reach the spot. You record her as Ahin's tongue moves over the glass. First, she captures the streaks, which were trying to escape from her mouth, before she focuses on the bigger spot. Licking it clean, she makes sure that not a single drop is left.

Closing the camera on her phone, you watch her gulp down your cum.

"You really are a cum hungry slut."

Ahin sticks out her tongue at you, which is as clean as the mirror already. No surprise there.

"Keep practicing that position from earlier, maybe it will come in handy."

You tried to mock her not so subtle advances, but Ahin only responds with a big smile.

"Take a shower."

As she stands up, you can't help but eye your cum, which is still staining her pink hair.

"What about you?"

"I have to finish my workout."

Ahin nods as she steps out of her pants, it's not like anyone is going to see her upstairs. Before she reaches the door, she looks back at you.

"You know I always take a long time. Try to make it quick."

And with a last wink, Ahin disappears.

"Didn't you want to buy a company or something?"

You tear your eyes off the screen of your computer, glancing at Ahin.

"Korean Air. Why?"

"Well,"

She steals one of your tomatoes, before she keeps talking.

"you just told me, you are opening a restaurant."

"I don't see the problem."

Your chopsticks evade hers as you take some of her kimchi.

"Aren't you doing too much at the same time? Buying an airline and opening your first restaurant?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you read through the email you just wrote, before answering.

"The buying isn't that difficult. And I have a manager for the restaurant. I don't do everything alone."

Ahin nods, before drinking some of her tea.

"When is our flight?"

"I'm leaving tonight."

"What about me?"

She puts her cup back on your desk. Raising your eyebrow in confusion, you eat some of your rice.

"I thought we were flying together. And the opening is only on Monday. That's next week."

"I have work to do."

You flick her forehead lightly.

"And so do you."

Ahin rolls her eyes.

"I can just say I'm sick. We can fly together."

You scoff in disbelief.

"You know you are talking to your boss?"

The woman in front of you shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm also talking to the man who banged my head against the shower wall, while he fucked my brains out today."

You shift around in your chair, feeling a little guilty as you see the small red spot on her forehead, where her skull met the glass this morning.

"You asked for it."

Ahin nods knowingly, before emptying her tea.

"I did."

"As far as I know, you still have that photoshoot on Saturday, which means you will leave afterwards."

"You know my schedule?"

Ahin wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Yes. So I can make sure you don't find me, when you are off work."

She pouts as she crosses her arms in front of her. Chuckling, you eat more of the meat, which is lying on the plate between you two.

"I still don't get, why you had to invite other celebrities to your opening."

Looking up again, you know exactly whom she means.

"I told you before, she is really popular. If I'm lucky, it means I can start my own line of restaurants."

"Am I not popular enough?"

Ahin gives you a hair flick, while showing off her side profile. You are not good with relationship stuff, but even you get, that that's a trick question.

Instead of answering, you get off your chair, leaning over the table. You look at Ahin's surprised eyes as you hold her chin.

"You are my girlfriend. Nothing is gonna change that."

You just wanted to make sure that she feels good, but you realize too late what you said. Ahin's eyes grow wider, before a huge smile forms on her face.

"Girlfriend?"

She blinks at you cutely.

Rolling your eyes, you get back into your chair.

"Yes."

Looking at the monitor, you try to hide your nervousness. You don't know how exactly she is going to react after this. Hearing her heels on the marble floor, you see her standing next to you. Before you can react, Ahin holds onto your tie, while straddling your lap. Her lips meet yours as her hair falls onto your shoulder.

When you read her dm on Instagram, you thought it was a scam. Since she doesn't have an official account, it could have been possible that someone saw you two and was going to blackmail you. But the message didn't support that theory.

"I still remember that day in the dressing room."

You do check the messages you get on Instagram once in a while, because there are some people, who would like to work with you or ask for advice or want an interview or something. But you usually ignore everything else. That one is different though.

Waiting for another message, your nervously play with your pen. Ahin left your office an hour ago, after trying to strike a ridiculous deal with you, but that's not important right now.

"I can't wait for you to fill me up. I want all of you inside my ass, this time."

Your heart beat starts to become slower again as you realize, whom this account might belongs to. You are still not sure though.

When there aren't any more messages, you decide to take the bait.

"Prove it's you."

After she sends you a picture, your guess turns out to be correct. Still doubtful though, you check the Instagram page of her group.

"Send me one, you didn't already post."

"Like this one?"

She already looked stunning in the first picture. Her long black hair almost reaching her belt, while the open blue top shows off her midriff. Her denim skirt is so short, that you are surprised her company was okay with her posting it.

The second picture shocks you even more. Its almost the same as one of the other pictures she posted. Except, the official one seems to be only the upper part of the original picture. Shin Yuna seems to have lost her skirt. You can see the orange panties she is wearing and her delicious butt cheeks from the side.

"Believe me now?"

For a second you wonder, why she contacted you like this, before you realize she doesn't have your number. And she doesn't know you officially, which means she can't ask her manager or something. Now you are glad you got an account. It was only supposed to serve as a marketing tool for your person. You only uploaded a couple of pictures of yourself and a few nice places you've been to. You only use it to communicate with some of the people you work with.

"Where are you? Get that delicious butt over here."

"Yes, daddy. Please cream pie my ass."

After giving her your location and telling her to meet you in the parking lot, you get on your way.

Although she told you it would take about half an hour, you always get held up by people as soon as you leave the office. Just like today. While standing in the elevator, you greet the person, who enters through the doors on the 8th floor.

"Sajangnim."

The man bows deeply and you feel a little uncomfortable. You have been in Korea for a while now, but it's still weird to have people bow to you. Especially in a 90° angle.

"Please..."

You motion him, Mr Choi if you remember correctly, to stand straight again.

"What's going on?"

You noticed the concert look on his face.

"Well, we are having trouble with YG again."

"YG?"

Through Ahin, you started to learn more about Kpop during the last weeks (through others as well), but you still have trouble with company names.

"It's for the singer on Monday, next week."

He is about to say her name, when you realize, whom he is talking about.

"I remember. What's it about?"

"They told us, she has a conflict in her schedule. And unless we can't pay for her stay in Paris, they will have to cancel on us."

You furrow your eyebrows as the two of you reach the 4th floor. As the door opens, more people get inside. You get out and Choi follows you.

"They signed the contract five months ago. We made sure to sign her this early so this exact situation does not occur."

"I know that, sir. But they are saying they can't do it."

You want to take your frustration out on something, but you remember you are standing in front of one of your employees. You hate it, when people don't keep their promises.

"Fine."

You shrug your shoulders.

"Tell them she doesn't have to come. We will find someone just as suitable as her. I'm willing to go to every other company in Korea, if I have to, to find someone as popular as her."

You watch his eyes grow wide.

"But..."

You shake your head.

"Tell them, they can either do what our contract says, or get lost."

"Y-Yes."

He looks worried, but he turns around to leave.

"Mr. Choi."

He turns around after a couple of meters.

"Tell them that in that exact tone. Exactly what I just said."

You can see his face become pale, as he stares at you with an open mouth. Finally he nods, before he dashes off towards his office.

You sigh in annoyance as you wait for the elevator again.

The young singer wasn't just supposed to attend the opening of your restaurant. She was also supposed to be a long time model for it and future explorations into the food market, if things took off well. You and YG would both lose millions of dollars possibly, if you couldn't make this work. No. Correction. They would. You could just find another model, just as popular as her. Wonyoung pops into your mind. There is no way she is going to say no, if you ask her. You would only have to deal with her company. And if she is as important to them as Ahin said, they wouldn't say no as well.

You were held up three more times, before you finally reached the underground parking lot, underneath the building. Waiting at the elevator doors, you are still fuming because of YG, your mood ruined.

But when you see Yuna step out of one of the cars, you shift your focus onto her. Although her post is already a little older, you see her wearing the same outfit as she walks towards you. Her smile is covered by her mask, but can't be hidden, due to her eyes.

"Hello, young lady."

You greet her, when she finally reaches you.

"Are we going to...?"

She looks around the parking lot. A little scared it seems like. Letting out a laugh, you shake your head.

"Come with me."

Getting into the elevator, you press the button for the 19th floor.

You see Yuna struggling to hold it in. Her thighs slowly rub against each other, while she shifts from one foot to the other. Glancing at the security camera, it's your first time hating that everything in this building is cought on camera. Except for two places. Your office and the roof terrace. As your house is off limits for anyone but Ahin, so is your office. Your girlfriend didn't say anything about that. But it was the place, where she confessed and you don't want to take another woman there. The roof it is.

Once the elevator door open, you guide Yuna towards the staircase, which leads to the roof. Since this is the floor where your office is on, you see Mi-ra through the glass doors as you walk past.

As soon as the both of you are through the door, which leads outside, you pin Yuna against the wall next to it. One hand closes the door, while the other takes the mask off her face. She still looks as pretty as last time. Her big dark eyes are dripping with lust as she is finally about to do what she wanted to do, since she last met you.

Yuna was unable to stop thinking of you, after you fucked her ass. She tried everything to recreate that feeling, but nothing came close to it. Her frustration build up further, until she figured out how to contact you. If she couldn't have done so, she would have become crazy with unsatisfied lust already.

Now, her eyes close in anticipation as your lips meet hers, while you hold her right cheek in your hand. Forcing your right knee between her legs makes Yuna moan. She can feel the metal object inside of her, stimulating her most sensitive spot, whenever she moves. Her lower lips are already wet with her juices as she thinks about, how you are going to take her ass.

While you invade her mouth with your tongue, Yuna is able to steal a glance around the rooftop terrace. Maybe on the wooden bench over there? Or the table next to it? She can feel herself becoming hotter by the second. Maybe your going to bend her over the balustrade? Or just right here against the wall?

Yuna's breath hitches as she feels your hand on her thigh. As your fingers glide along her flawless skin, she regrets putting on underwear. Earlier, she was too afraid of the object in her ass to fall out, but now she wishes you had better access to her core.

Although her skirt is short enough, you can't reach underneath it without breaking the kiss. It's to tight around her legs to hike it up comfortably, the material working against you. Instead you reach behind Yuna with both hands. When a deep groan escapes her mouth, while you squeeze her ass cheeks beneath her skirt, you know why she was so impatient in the elevator.

"Looks like one of your holes is already stuffed. Maybe I should just fuck your pussy."

"No."

Yuna breaks away from the kiss, her eyes wide.

"Please fuck my ass. I-I'm gonna take it out."

You didn't expect her to be this scared. As she tries to reach under her skirt, you hold her wrist. Without looking away from her eyes, you reach down with your free hand. Slowly unbuckling her belt, you see her bite her lip. Letting the big denim belt fall to the ground, you think about using it later. Yuna has to move her hips a little for you to be able to pull her skirt down. Once it falls down around her ankles, you see the orange panties she was wearing in the picture.

You are glad it's still summer in Korea as you pick Yuna up. She slings her arms around you for stability as you walk with her in your arms. You sit her down on the wooden table, where you sometimes eat lunch, when the weather is nice. Just like right now, but you already ate dinner. Let's just say Yuna is dessert.

Freeing her of her underwear, you part her legs, before you get a taste. You lick up all of her nectar, which is already glistening on the skin around her pussy. This is not the first time you eat her out, so you already know what she seems to like.

A heavy sigh escapes Yuna's lips before you start to make her moan. Your tongue doesn't miss the tiniest spot as you lick everywhere you can. Her lips, her pussy, her clit. You draw different patterns on her core, using it as a canvas for your tongue. While you kneel in front of the table, your hands hold her thighs, making sure you have enough room.

"Oh god!"

Yuna squirms on top of the wood as she feels the tip of your tongue flick against her clit. She has been longing for this feeling, since she last sat on your face. Penetrating her lips with one finger makes Yuna's head fall back.

At first she tries to quiet herself with her hand, but she can't keep it up for long. Moan after moan escapes her lips as you devour her core. Feeling her thighs beginning to shake, you know it is only a matter of moments, until Yuna reaches her high.

With a loud gasp, she cums around your finger. You keep your pace up, while Yuna slowly leans down onto the table. Her hips buck weakly in your direction after her orgasm. As if her body wants more.

"Get up."

It takes her a moment to do so. At the same time you walk over to the door, picking up her belt. Turning around, you motion for her to come to you. Originally, you planed to fuck her on the rooftop, but you have a better idea now. Unlocking the door with your card, you open it, before pushing Yuna through it. She looks a bit confused, but is too slow to react, when you bend her over the steel banister of the staircase.

"Wait. What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

Pretending to be oblivious to her worries of getting caught, your hand keeps pressing down on her lower back.

"Anyone could see us!"

Yuna's voice becomes higher.

"So? Don't move your hands."

You place them on one of the lower bars of the banister, before you use her own belt to tie her hands to it.

"I-I can't be caught!"

"Really?"

You reach between her legs, feeling her juices slowly running down her thighs. Although she just came, this is more than you expected.

"Are you getting off on this?"

Yuna shakes her head.

"Of course not."

"I think you are though."

This time, you push two fingers inside of her pussy.

"Babygirl."

Her body responses to the nickname you used for her last time. Seeing a glimpse of her metal butt plug, you deliberately ignore it. You have time to play right now. Your flight doesn't leave without you anyway.

"I-I don't-"

Her words are interrupted by a moan as your fingers are now as deep in her as they would go.

"Fuck!"

Yuna sighs loudly, her voice slightly echoing in the stairway.

"Ah, wait. I think we left your clothes outside. We shouldn't let anyone find them, do we?"

To Yuna's dismay, your fingers leave her snatch almost as fast as they entered it. Walking through the door, you leave her alone.

The young woman can't move. She tries to get out of her belt, but you tied it tight enough. She closes her eyes, hoping no one would come up. She can hear herself breathing heavier as she is certain that this is the end of her career. Although she wants to scream at you, wants to tell you to let her go, she can't help but crave more. She already misses your fingers inside of her again. Becoming more desperate with every passing second, she can feel the small metal object in her ass even more. She shifts around, trying to get more friction out of it. The little pleasure, which rushes through her system, makes the heat grow in her core.

Finally coming back, you see Yuna shifting around, her back and ass facing you.

"Did someone come in?"

You are able to make your voice sound as nonchalant as possible.

"N-No. Please, fuck me on the roof. Not here."

"Who said I'm gonna fuck you?"

"What?"

Yuna's surprised tone makes you chuckle.

"Please I-"

Before she can complain or beg, you make use of her panties dangling in your hand. Stuffing them inside her mouth, you quiet the young girl, before leaning towards her ear.

"Don't spit it out. You don't want to be heard, do you?"

She shakes her head in desperation.

Resuming your previous position behind her, you pick up where you left off. Your two fingers move inside Yuna's tight cavern again, until your curl them upwards to find her g-spot. You know you found it, when Yuna lets out a squeal through her panties. The light orange already turning darker with her build up spit.

With a steady rhythm, you finger her pussy from behind. Your left hand is holding her head down, forcing her to look down at the stairs beneath her, in case someone might come up. Of course she doesn't know that you are pretty much the only person who uses the rooftop occasionally, which makes it even more fun.

Yuna still tries to hold in her moans, although she can feel how she is losing control. Your fingers keep rubbing that rough spot inside of her. Her core starts to warm up slowly. Her hands hold onto the banister, searching for more stability as her legs start to feel like jelly.

"Fuck!"

Her head drops even further as you hear her through her panties. Taking a look from the side, you see that half is already dangling out of her mouth. It swings slowly with the rhythm of your thrusts.

You can hear her pussy getting wetter by the second as slight squelching noises fill the stairway. They are only silenced by Yuna's continues moans.

Finally letting go of the back of her head, you see Yuna raising her head slightly. Her black hair falls onto her still covered back. Reaching around her, you feel her half naked midriff, trying to find the zipper. You saw earlier that she is only wearing some kind of jacket.

She nods her head vigorously as you find the small metal object at her front, not wanting her panties to fall out of her mouth.

You interpret her nodding as a plea to keep going. Instead, Yuna suddenly let's out the loudest moan yet. Her legs shake as she cums on your fingers. You keep your pace up, wanting to make a mess of her, before you start to fuck her. Her small cries are muffled by her panties as her orgasm dies down after a couple of moments.

But your continuous movement makes it unable for Yuna to recover. The small heat wave, which struck her body when she came, still lingers inside of her. Ready to burst out once again at any moment.

Your hand, which has finally undone her zipper, doesn't help her either to calm down. Reaching underneath her bra, you cup her breasts. Yuna's moans continue to become louder once more. Your fingers inside her snatch keep rubbing her g-spot, while your fingers on her tits play with her nipples.

She can feel that familiar feeling rising up inside of her again. The warmth which threatens to wash over her body. And with another deep, dark moan, Yuna climaxes for a second time in just a matter of moments.

She slightly stumbles forward, leaning further over the steel bars. You hold her in place, making sure she doesn't fall over. It wouldn't be a dangerous fall, but it would definitely ruin the mood.

Her frame trembles as you whisper into her ear.

"One more?"

You can't hear what she is saying. Her words are as big of a mess as her body and her panties make it even harder to hear what she is saying.

"One more it is."

You take matters into your own hands, quite literally, as you resume your work on her body.

"Please no!"

You catch a glimpse of her falling panties as Yuna tries to back away from you.

"I'm too sensitive. Please. I can't."

You make her yelp as you spank her right butt cheek.

"Let's see how loud you are with your mouth free."

"No, wait."

You continue to rub the spot you are already over stimulating, while you squeeze her breasts. And indeed, Yuna's moans are louder than before. She feels like her pussy is on fire as you push her towards her third orgasm within just five minutes.

You see her hands shaking around the metal bar she is holding onto as you finger her without a break. Yuna tries to stop you, but the words which leave her mouth make no sense at all.

Your hands leave the young girl's chest immediately to cover her mouth. Despite her loud moaning, you heard footsteps approaching the door underneath the two of you. When you make her go quiet, you can almost sense Yuna's eyes widening, without having to see them.

Hearing the door open, you resume to finger her snatch, after having stopped for just a moment. Now, she shakes her head. Her hair flying around as she tries to tell you to stop.

"Sajangnim?"

You hear your secretary's voice from underneath the stairs. You are glad it's her, everything else would have been more than awkward.

"Yes, what is it?"

Yuna moans into your hand as you keep fingering her. Despite her fight back earlier, it seems like she is enjoying this.

"Is everything alright? I heard someone scream?"

"It's alright, Mi-ra. Just a video from my phone."

"I see, sir. Can I do anything for you?"

"Would you mind coming up here for a moment?"

Yuna shakes her head wildly once more. Your pace becomes faster as she hears the first of Mi-ra's heels on the lowest step. You kiss her right cheek teasingly as she hears your secretary take another step. And one more. Despite her fear of being caught and the pleasure, which is spreading through out her body, Yuna is able to count the steps, which are remaining, before she would get discovered. Six. Six more steps.

"Do you want her to see you cuming?"

You whisper into her ear, knowing her answer before she does.

While Mi-ra takes two more steps, you wait for a reply, but Yuna is unable to answer. The heat in her body keeps rising, while she is desperately trying to keep quiet. With every second her hope of you joking around becomes smaller.

There are only two more steps, before Mi-ra will finally see her.

Bend over the banister. Her hands tied to it with her own belt. You fingers buried inside her cunt. The small blue jacket is still open, showing off her grey sports bra which she threw on before she left the dorm. Her hair already a mess, while your hand covers her mouth, making her breath through her nose.

Yuna's eyes widen as she sees the back of the brunette's head. One more step.

"Show her how hard you can cum. Show her what a good babygirl you are."

The young girl moans deeply, this time your hand is unable to silence her. But at this time, she is already too far gone to even realize how loud she has become.

"Look into her eyes as you cum. Then I'm gonna let her watch, while I fuck your ass."

As you fuck Yuna's pussy with your fingers, you try to time the moment perfectly.

"Cum."

It suddenly feels like time has frozen. Like this moment will continue forever.

Mi-ra's head is turned halfway as she rounds the corner of the staircase. You, making Yuna cum on your fingers as you let go of her mouth at the same time. Yuna, who is bend over the steel bars, making eye contact with your secretary as a loud moan escapes her lips. Her mouth hangs open as the two seem to stare at each other for what feels like hours.

And then, everything begins to move again. Yuna shakes as you feel her juices flowing down her naked thighs. Mi-ra covers her mouth with her hand, unable to look away from the climaxing idol. You can't help but smile at her expression. Glancing at Yuna from behind, you see her cheeks turning as pink as they could in embarrassment.

"That's a good girl."

You kiss Yuna's neck, while she tries to recover from her fourth orgasm within 15 minutes.

"S-Shin Yuna?"

The young girl hides her face behind her hair as your secretary recognizes her.

"Seems like you caught us, Mi-ra."

You smile at her teasingly.

"You weren't exactly quiet. And I saw the two of you, when you walked past."

She smiles back, knowing what is coming next.

Unbeknownst to Yuna, the two of you have an agreement going. Although Mi-ra has a long time boyfriend, she admitted once that he wasn't the best in bed, after you caught her getting off on watching you with another woman in your office. You asked her to join the two of you, but she refused, wanting to stay loyal to her boyfriend, emphasizing that she truly loves him.

But in Mi-ra's eyes, watching, porn or in this case you, to get off, isn't cheating. Instead, she is able to convince her boyfriend to try new stuff, hoping the sex becomes better. You don't know why exactly he isn't able to satisfy her, but you never asked, since she didn't tell.

From this day forward, whenever Mi-ra catches you having sex in the company building, she is allowed to watch and play with herself in the process. Except for the two or three times with Ahin, she caught you on every occasion.

Like this one. Mi-ra takes in the scene in front of her, after Yuna has settled down. The idol's hands, which are tied to the bars, her naked lower half and her open top.

"You don't mind her watching, do you?"

It's a rhetorical question, since you already know the answer. If Yuna was really against it, she wouldn't have cum as hard, when the two made eye contact. The fact that drops of her juices still run down her thighs is evidence enough.

As soon as you asked the question, Mi-ra is already reaching past the waistband of her skirt. You have never seen anything of her, since she never removed any of her clothes. She is really set on this "no cheating" thing.

Slowly kneading Yuna's ass cheeks, you pull them apart, revealing her butt plug for the first time. It looks like a basic metal one with a rubby as handle. Pressing your thumb against it makes Yuna moan as she jolts forward.

"You see Mi-ra, we have a special guest today."

If you remember correctly, she never saw you having anal sex.

"This little slut likes my cock in her ass. Am I right?"

The question is directed at Yuna, who moans in response as you slightly pull at the metal object. It barely moves. Although Sohee undoubtedly as the best ass you have ever seen, you wonder if Yuna might be even tighter than her.

Mi-ra's wide open eyes show you that she never had anal herself. But she tries to look past Yuna's body, wanting to see what you are doing with her.

"She is such a slut, you know?"

You tug at the butt plug once more.

"Didn't even bring lube. How do you expect me to fuck you like this?"

Yuna's head is still hanging down as she doesn't have enough strength to look up and meet your secretary's eyes.

"J-Just do it like last time. Make me gag on your cock, before you fuck my ass."

Pretending to think about it, you finally nod your head.

"We could do that, of course. But how are you supposed to give me head like this?"

You playfully tug at her arms.

"Please untie me, daddy. Use my throat to lube your cock."

You hear a sigh from Mi-ra, who is playing with herself, while watching the two of you. It looks like Yuna forgot about her for a moment, her cheeks turning pink once again, after hearing her.

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

"Please make me choke, daddy."

Yuna responds immediately, almost out of habit. Afraid that you could change your mind.

"Fuck my throat, until I can't breathe. Use me as a flashlight, before you fuck my ass."

You honestly don't have to hear more. You feel your cock growing in your pants at her words. Reaching forward, you begin to untie her. Once Yuna's hands are free, you spin her around.

Her face is right in front of yours as she gives you a light smile. Instead of kissing her, you reach around her neck. Yuna's eyes widen as she feels the fabric of her belt on her skin. Once you close it, there is still enough left of it, which isn't around her neck, which you can use as a leash.

"What are you waiting for?"

You see Yuna's smile fall as she looks down at your crotch. She can already see the outlines of your cock as she feels the belt slightly pressing against her throat. It feels to her like your secretary's eyes are made of fire as she feels her gaze burn into her back. Yuna is still shy, but even she knows that she can't play innocent anymore.

Dropping to her knees, while your hand his holding her makeshift leash, she realizes that she starts to care less and less about your spectator. As your clothed crotch is right in front of her face, Yuna has only one thing in mind.

After she got rid of your pants and underwear as fast as possible, Yuna immediately begins to suck your cock. Her patience is gone, once she knows how close she is to having you inside of her once more.

You groan as she starts without any teasing. Her lips wrap around your cock, while you feel her tongue underneath your shaft. Yuna's hand is still holding your base, slowly stroking the part of your cock, which she doesn't reach yet.

Tugging at her belt, you make her look up at you while she takes more and more of you into her mouth. Her big eyes meet yours and you see how much she is enjoying this. It seems like she either completely forgot about Mi-ra already, or she is actually getting off on being watched.

Either way, the woman on her knees in front of you keeps her lips sealed tightly around your shaft. By now she has reached her hand, which she is now using to hold onto your thigh.

You look over at your secretary, who is slowly falling apart on the landing a few meters away from you. Her hand is in her hair, seemingly holding onto it, while she watches an idol giving you head. She can't believe her eyes as she sees Yuna on her knees in front of you, her own belt tied around her neck. As if she is in a trance, Mi-ra's hand leaves her hair to reach for her throat. She never even thought about this fantasy possibly coming true. But there she is now, slightly choking herself as she imagines how she would suck off her boyfriend.

Except for Yuna's slobbering on your cock and Mi-ra's occasional moan, there isn't much noise in the small stairway. But you make sure to change that as you feel how Yuna is reaching the limit of her mouth.

Being the nice gentleman you always are, you push inside her mouth, making the transition from blowjob to deep throat as smooth as possible. The young woman feels your cock down her throat as she keeps going. Knowing that it's going to be painful without lube, she makes sure to drench your cock in her saliva.

Slowly but surely it starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth. At least half of your cock never leaves Yuna's mouth at this stage. The rest is glistening with her spit. Repeatedly feeling her throat muscles tighten around you, you start to hear her choke. It sounds really good with light echo in the stairway.

The way Yuna looks up at you makes this extremely hot. Up until now, you were fine with just watching and enjoying. But seeing her like this, you want to make a mess of her face.

Your hands both move to the sides of her head, while you let her belt fall.

"I'm going to ruin your face now."

Yuna's eyes become bigger. Before she can even nod, you already thrust inside her mouth. Her head stays in place, while your hips start to move at a steady pace. The sounds of Yuna choking and gagging become louder as you continuously fuck her throat.

You are not going very fast yet, but some of her spit is already dripping down her chin, after it escaped her mouth. Small bubbles start to form on your cock and her lips. She tries to keep her eyes open to look at you, but eventually, Yuna feels like she loses all senses. Her eyes fall shut as she feels a tear run down her cheek.

The young girl's throat becomes sore as you keep fucking her without a care about her wellbeing. Of course you actually do and if she wanted to, she could signal you to stop, but Yuna is too far gone to even think about stopping. Her mind is blank as you use her mouth like she wanted you to. Like a flashlight. That's all she is to you right now. Nothing more.

Yuna's tears start to mix with her spit as more and more roll out from underneath her eyelids. The spit bubbles on your cock and her lips increase in numbers and so do her chokes and gags.

At one point, you can feel that you can't use her much longer. You feel her muscles squeezing your cock with every thrust, trying to make you cum down her throat.

But Yuna made it clear where she wants you to cum. Finally slowing down, you give her time to recover a little. By now, both of you have almost completely forgotten about your spectator.

Mi-ra is still standing on the landing, close to her own orgasm as she watches you violate Yuna's pretty face. You can't really call it standing anymore though, since she is leaning almost fully against the white wall behind her. She slid down a little as if her legs lost all their strength to support the rest of her body.

Yuna coughs slightly as you finally release her head from your grip. She backs away a little, recovering from your assault on her throat.

"I-I hope you use my ass like that too."

She gives you a week smile and you can't believe how good she still looks. Although she only had light make up on, you see that her lipstick is almost completely gone. Her tears are all over her face, while her spit is glistening on her lips and partially still dripping down her chin. She wipes it away as she gets off the floor.

"How do you want me, daddy?"

You think about it for a moment, you could bend her over the banister of course, but "been there, done that". You need something new.

Scanning the small stairway, your eyes graze over Mi-ra, who hasn't cum yet, but looks like she might as soon as you start to fuck Yuna. In the corner above her, there are small pipes running along the wall, which disappear again on the other side. They are not right underneath the ceiling because of some mistake during the planing process of the building. It wouldn't have happened, if you were in charge, but you only bought it, not built it. It seems to serve your new found purpose though.

Since Mi-ra is almost 10 centimeters smaller than Yuna, she doesn't have a problem with the pipes above her head. But Yuna might barely be able to reach them.

You grab her belt and make her follow you down the stairs. After only a couple of steps, the two of you are on the same hight as Mi-ra. She watches you, eyes big in anticipation for what's coming next.

"Mi-ra, wound you mind getting Yuna's panties for her? We don't want someone else to come in and watch."

"Yes, sir."

As polite as ever, Mi-ra bows, before walking down the stairs with unsteady steps, trying to find the item you are looking for. While she does so, you pin Yuna again the wall. Looking down at her, you undo the belt around her throat, which is a little wet due to her spit.

"Or do you want more people to watch you?"

She shakes her head as she looks up at you.

"Really? No one? I'm sure every guy here would love to watch Shin Yuna getting fucked hard into the wall."

You see her bite her lip, before she answers.

"I can't wait for everyone to come here. I just want your cock now."

Her hand finds your wet cock as she lazily strokes you.

When Mi-ra comes back, you use the orange panties to shut up Yuna. She started to get impatient, while your secretary got her panties. Her lewd words almost made you take her immediately.

You were able to resist and now you can turn Yuna around, while her mouth is stuffed yet again. Making her raise her arms, you reach upwards as well. Since you're taller, you can easily reach one of the smaller pipes, while Yuna's hands miss it by just two or three centimeters.

Making use of her denim belt, you tie her hands to the pipe, after checking if it's hot or loose.

Mi-ra is standing in the corner again, her feet almost touching Yuna's.

"Now that I got you all tied up, I'm gonna use you like the slut you are."

"Yes, please."

Her words are barely audible through her panties. As you reach down, you start to play with her butt plug once more. You make her squirm and moan, while you enjoy the feeling of her ass against your cock.

Once you have enough, you begin to pull out the small metal object. It takes a while as you do so slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Yuna's head leans against the wall and you see her hands forming fists, before opening them again. She has nothing to hold on to.

When you reach the part, where the butt plug becomes bigger, you knead her right cheek, while you keep pulling. Yuna gasps, not able to even try to hold it in. She barely managed to put it inside of her a few hours ago. Being able to relieve that feeling makes her pussy glisten with arousal.

The young woman breaths heavily as you keep pulling and pulling. For her, it feels like you are taking forever. When you finally do pull it out of her, Yuna sighs heavily. She feels empty now, needing something to close the hole, which just opened.

Your finger traces the outlines of her puckered hole, while you hand over the butt plug to Mi-ra.

"I'm gonna need it later."

She nods hesitantly, before she holds onto it.

"Finally."

You whisper into Yuna's ear, as you line up your cock with her hole. It still opens and closes slightly as if it has a life of its own. Slowly pushing against it, you feel Yuna's body trying to suck you inside of her.

Although loosened during the last hours, her muscles still grip your cock very tight as you start to enter her. Yuna moans deeply into the orange fabric, trying to find an outlet for her pleasure.

Standing right next to you, Mi-ra now has a better few of what's happening as before. She watches you penetrating the young woman from behind. You keep her ass cheeks apart with your hands, while hers are tied to the pipe above.

You remember that you were only able to fuck Yuna with half of your cock. She wasn't able to fit more inside of her. But due to her butt plug and her spit on your cock, it seems like she prepared herself to take more. Slowly, you start to reach her recent limit. Her tight hole swallows your cock, holding onto it with a strong grip.

"Fuck."

You can't help but moan occasionally. Her ass feels so good as you hear her groan into her panties. When half of your cock finally fills her, you realize that Yuna is standing on her tiptoes. Your hands are still placed on her cheeks, but you are holding her up slightly, giving you a better angle to penetrate her deeper.

You see her nodding as you pause for a second. A nonverbal question, if you should continue.

"You are such a slut."

You whisper into her ear as you push further inside of her.

"You want to take all of my cock?"

Yuna nods once more.

"Yes, please. I want to cum on it."

You barely hear her words.

"You want to cum on my cock?

She nods again, her long dark hair falling down her naked back. You were too busy with her face or her ass, that you didn't realize that she lost her top, until now. Burying your face in her hair, which seems to smell like roses, you keep going further. Her tightness is maddening.

You hear a light sob as you finally bottom out inside of her. Yuna's ring of muscles squeezes your cock, barely enabling you to move. You lean against her with your full body, your chin resting on her shoulder. Taking her panties out of her mouth temporarily, you whisper into her ear.

"Fuck, you are tight."

Yuna moans in response.

"I'm only so tight for you. Your cock stretches me out so good."

"Do you think you can take my pounding?"

"Yes, please. I need you to fuck me hard."

You slowly begin your long journey out of her. Not wanting to go too fast too soon, you take your time as you pull out of Yuna. Her small whimpers show that, although she feels a little pain, she loves the feeling of your cock in her ass.

"Oh god. Turn me into your slut, please. I want to feel that cock in my ass everyday."

You realize too late, that her mouth is still empty.

"I need you to fuck me so hard that I'm constantly gaping. I want you to loosen my ass so much that you can use it like a flashlight. I'm your personal flashlight. My mouth, my ass-"

You have to put her panties back into her filthy mouth. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hold back to immediately fuck her, which probably would have been quite painful.

Meanwhile, you hear moans on your right. Glancing at her, you see Mi-ra fingering herself as she watches you slowly retreating out of Yuna's ass. She bites her lip as only your tip remains inside the younger girl, who moans through her panties.

You start kneading Yuna's cheeks again, trying to make her let loose. Pushing inside of her once more, you go a little faster than before. Your weight against her back pushes Yuna into the wall in front of her. She turns her face to the right, her left cheek pressing against the cold grey surface. Her eyes are shut tight as she feels you bottoming out inside of her.

The moans which leave her mouth are muffled as you pull out of her again. When her eyes open for a moment, you see her and Mi-ra locking eyes. The pace of the older girl's hand has become faster by the second and you see how your secretary is pushing herself to her orgasm.

Once most of your shaft has left Yuna's ass, you slowly start to fuck her. You push her into the wall with your thrusts. Her cheek rubs against the rough surface, surely leaving a mark. Your hands on her butt alternate between light kneading and firmly gripping.

Although you are still going at a slower pace, Yuna is already in heaven. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her mouth hanging open. Her panties would've fallen to the ground, if you wouldn't shove them back into their rightful place every few thrusts. Her arms start to become tired, but she doesn't even feel that. She is only able to feel one thing. Your cock in her ass. How it stretches it out. How it goes deeper and deeper, until you are completely inside of her.

She isn't the only one, who feels like she is in heaven. You are there too. Your heaven is called Yuna though as you feel her muscles' tight grip on your shaft. You are able to pick up the pace a little, but not too much. Compared to Ahin this morning, this is just a light pounding she is taking.

Your thoughts are interrupted, which weren't very bright at the moment anyways, as you hear Mi-ra orgasm on her fingers. You heard it a couple of times before. And although she is always trying to be as quiet as possible, she is usually having a hard time to control herself. You look at her as her hand takes a fistful of her hair, while her left keeps rubbing her clit, at least you guess that from her movements. She bites her lip to quiet herself, but her moans still echo through the stairway, trying to compete with Yuna's.

Thinking about that, you realize that Yuna has been suspiciously quiet. Turning your attention back to her, you see her panties on the floor. She is unable to close her mouth and you see a string of her saliva slowly growing longer as it falls from her chin. You watch her as Yuna keeps drooling as if she lost her mind. Her hands, which occasionally tried to get out of her belt, are now motionless. She almost feels like a dead weight as you keep fucking her ass.

You know that, if it would be too much for her, she would tell you. So you keep thrusting into her, enjoying the sight of a mindless Yuna.

After having been inside of her for a couple of minutes now, you feel how she starts to accept your cock more easily. It's not a fight anymore to push inside of her. It becomes even more enjoyable, since now, you are able to fuck her faster.

And as you do so, you get an immediate reaction from Yuna. She lets out a deep moan and seems to slowly come back to her senses. In her state of mind, the only thing she feels is your cock inside of her. To her, it feels like this is her only existence. As if it the thing she has been craving for her whole life and will be craving for, after you are done with her. Her world has been reduced to your cock in her ass and she knows there are only two things, which are going to happen inevitably sooner or later.

As Yuna feels her core starting to become hotter, she knows that one of those two things is happening at any moment. She feels like her senses are heightened, which only means she feels even more of your cock. Yuna wants to tell you. She wants to tell you that she is going to cum. That she is going to cum on your cock.

"I-I-I.."

But she can't form a sentence. You know what's coming as you see her face. Her eyes shoot open and Yuna's mouth forms a big circle. She can't even scream or moan, too tired is she. She can only stare in front of her as she cums on your cock. Waves of pleasure wrack her body over and over again. She feels like this one is way more intense than the others. It feels like she can't stop cuming.

"Fuck."

You hear Mi-ra's muffled moan and you look to your right again, seeing her cum on her fingers. The girls' moan in tandem after both of them just came. You on the other hand, are still waiting for Yuna to recover. Not stopping your thrusts, but slowing down, you keep fucking her ass.

You can feel yourself slowly approaching your own orgasm. Even though fucking her ass has become easier, her body is still trying to squeeze the cum out of you. Quite literally.

Once she has come down from her orgasm, Yuna looks over her shoulder at you.

"Please. I want your cum now. This is your ass now. Cream pie my ass. Claim it."

Her words make you thrust inside of her harder. Yuna's moans become louder yet again. She tugs at her belt, but she still can't get loose. Your hands on her cheeks pull her towards you, while you thrust inside of her. You make her take your dick again and again.

Yuna still feels the slight remains of her last orgasm as you are already pushing her towards her next. She never came this much before. She doesn't get it. Why?

Because of you? Because you are taking her ass? Her eyes fall on Mi-ra, who is watching, her eyes almost closed as she keeps her hand in her skirt. Or because of your secretary?

Is that it? Yuna feels you pounding her into the wall. She tries her hardest to keep her thoughts collected and sorted, but it's hard.

She feels even more embarrassed than before as she is feeling that warmth in her lower region once again. Mi-ra must think that she is a total slut. Cuming again and again on your cock.

Yuna hides her face as she feels your cock in her ass, making her run towards the edge as if there is no tomorrow.

"Fuck."

You groan as you feel yourself approaching your own high. It has been a long time coming, but you tried to hold it in. It's not like you get this kind of opportunity often.

Yuna's ass keeps squeezing your cock.

"I'm gonna cum."

You are finally arriving at the point of no return. You can't stop thrusting inside of Yuna. With every stroke you get closer and then, Yuna cums once again.

Her body shakes and she moans into the wall. Her thoughts are washed away by the waves of another orgasm.

"Give it to me."

Her weak voice reaches your ear, once she has come down from her own high.

"Please give me your cum. I need it."

You try to hold on. 10 more. Just ten more thrusts.

Yuna's ass takes all of your cock with ease by now. There is no need to hold back for her. The only thing the two of you are thinking about is your cum. Your cum in her ass.

"Please breed my ass! I need your cum!"

Yuna's filthy words don't help with you reaching your goal of holding out a little longer.

"I have waited so long for this. I can't even tell you how often I touched myself, thinking about this and -fuck!"

You lean against Yuna as you cum in her ass. Just like she wanted. Rope after rope of your cum paints her inner walls. The warm feeling inside of her returns, but it's not an orgasm this time. She feels your warm cum inside of her, flooding her ass.

The palms of your hands are pressed flat against the wall as you try to keep standing. Yuna's ass feels amazing. If you had time, you would take her for a second round. But you are too tired, your plans are calling you and she has her own life as well.

"Mi-ra?"

You open your hand and reach forward, waiting for the small metal object. Once you feel it in your hand, you kiss Yuna's right cheek. It's red and warm. Slightly lifting her head off the wall, you see that the profile of the wall is imprinted on her left cheek. It's going to fade away, but you wonder if you were a little too rough.

You feel her ring of muscles squeezing you one last time, while you pull out of her. The friction around your cock almost makes you hard again, but you really have to go.

Once you leave her ass, you see her hole. The pink flesh is partially coated with white cum. Yuna's asshole slowly opens and closes slightly as if it is waiting for more. You realize that it's more stretched out than before as you slowly push the butt plug back inside.

It enters her with ease and in no time the Ruby handle is resting where it rightfully belongs. Between her porcelain like cheeks, which admittedly are a little red.

Your cum is now stored inside her ass, only a small streak was able to escape as you pulled out. Yuna didn't even flinch as you put the butt plug back in.

"You loosened my ass so much."

She gives you a weak smile and watches as you start to take off her belt.

"I'm afraid I have to start using bigger things to keep your cum in my ass from now on. A simple butt plug might not be enough."

She rubs her wrists, once she is able to turn around fully.

"I gotta get back now. I don't want Lia unnie to find out that I stole her toy."

Yuna takes her belt out of your hand and starts looking for her clothes.

"Mr. (L/n)! It's nice to meet you."

You shake hands with the man in front of you.

"I'm glad you are interested enough in my restaurant to be at the opening."

"What can I say? If it's yours, it can't be bad, can it?"

You chuckle drily.

"Trust me. You don't want to open one yourself, Mr. Hugenay."

(Don't know how to pronounce it correctly 😅)

"Well, it seems like I'm not the only famous person, who is eating at your restaurant soon. And for some weird reason they are all staying here as well."

You laugh as he chuckles.

"It is the closest hotel to the restaurant."

"Indeed it is."

He shakes your hand once more and is about to walk off, before he decides to add one more thing.

"I have seen the model you got for your new branch. Hope I'm gonna sit next to her during the opening."

He winks at you, while walking off.

You sigh as the Frenchman reminds you of her. Having much on your plate, you weren't able to meet her yet. Checking the time, you realize it's 9 pm. This is a good time as any.

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Thank you so much for reading everyone!

I hope you made it this far. Unfortunately, once again, my brain went into overdrive while writing this. I really tried to keep it short after I reached the 8k mark. But..... 12k it is.

I'm also afraid that I'm a little behind on Ahin's hair color, but I mean look at her. And because I didn't write then, I'm getting it out of my system now.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless. Have a great day!

Just one more thing before you leave:

Someone messaged me and gave me some advice about changing the story a little. Up until now I structured the chapters like this, so you could guess while you read ,who it might be and find out during the story. Do you want to keep it that way? Or would you rather have me put the name of the person behind the title and a picture at the beginning? Please let me know. Because I also write on Wattpad, I wouldn't change my writing. Only pictures and the name.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #male reader #kpop gg #itzy x reader #itzy #shin yuna #yuna #ahin momoland #lee ahin

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pupyuj · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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myouicieloz · 9 days

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Heartbeat

Shin Ryujin x reader

Synopsis: you’ve promised to take your best friend to an awaited party, located in a nearby city. Ryujin catches your eye, and you fall right into her web of plans, with the promise of having a good time once and for all.

Warnings: mentions of gangs, guns and drugs. smut. blood. violence. nsfw.

Word count: 13.8k

Notes: i thought abt this after watching ryujin’s solo mv! it was so good <3. this was a fairly new topic for me to write about, so I apologize if it’s poorly written or unrealistic. nevertheless, I had lots of fun writing it ˆˆ. english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

You don’t mind helping out your parents by working at the family’s Diner: there usually weren’t many customers, and days went by slowly without you being bothered.

“Hey, Y/n. Can I grab another soda?” Your best friend asks, brushing her hands in front of your face to get your attention. Facing you from the other side of the diner’s endless counter, Chaeryeong looks like a hyper child, standing up from her seat to take a look at the soda machine, placed behind your frame.

You roll your eyes at her, simply grabbing the large cup she hands you and filling it up with Coke Zero, this time. “Here.”

“Awn, man, come on!” She protests, grunting. Lets her head fall back. “Coke Zero tastes like shit, Y/n! Give me something tasty, damn.” Chaeryeong turns to the few other customers, gesticulating, “What does a girl have to do to get the good stuff around here? Stop with the misery!”

She has her finger pointed at you, to which you giggle. You’ve known Chaery since your diaper days, with her living in the house in front of yours, and the two of you have been best friends ever since. Her careless, playful nature provides a nice balance to your calm, responsible one. You love her to pieces, which means you are always taking care of the dark-haired girl, in many ways.

“You’ve reached your daily quota of sugar.” You don’t even look at her as you answer, busy giving an elder woman her exchange in cash. “And don’t make those faces. I might as well just give you water, from now on.” Smiling at the customer, you ignore your friend. “Thank you, ma’am! Have a pleasant day.” Chaeryeong gulps, knowing fully well you mean your words.

She keeps her thoughts to herself, mumbling something incoherent while the loud slurps of the iced drink can be heard. Still not paying her much attention, you lean your elbows on the counter marble, sighing tiredly. Even though it was only an hour past noon, you could feel the heaviness in your eyes, the tiredness getting to you. Not having any orders, you allow yourself a few moments of rest, closing your eyes and resting your head on your hands. Just some seconds of peace, you decide.

The bell chime’s noise announces the end of your calm state of mind. In a blink, your sister is placing a medium-sized box on the counter, her usual smile directed at you. You know better than to trust her angelic looks, though — behind her rose gold hair and delicate features, Rosé is nothing but a devious manipulator.

However, she’s still your older sister, and you love her to pieces. It’s the only reason you don’t ignore her, crossing your arms and waiting for her to speak up, instead. She pushes the box towards you, smiling sneakily.

“Good morning, baby sister.” Rosé greets you. As usual, she never goes straight to the point.

You narrow your eyes at her. “It’s past noon, Rosé.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She brushes you off, winking at Chaeryeong to say hello. The girl nearly drowns in her coke, coughing violently.

Chaeryeong has had a massive crush on your sister ever since she was fourteen. Fortunately for you, Rosé has never seen her as anything apart from a little sister too, like yourself. Although the not so subtle rejection has never stopped Chaery from freaking out whenever Rosé addressed or acknowledged her.

“Good morning to you too, Rosie unnie.” She says, after finally gathering her breath. You huff, muttering about how biased she was and being promptly ignored by both girls. The package catches Chaery’s attention, ever so curious, and she pokes it with her bony fingers. “And what’s that about?”

Rosé pulls the package towards you, shrinking her shoulders down a little. For some, she might seem hesitant, but you know her too well to be aware that her movements are anything short of calculated.

“Could you deliver this for me?” She asks —tone dripping with sweetness. It always is, whenever she wants something from you. This is no different. “They asked for the pieces pretty urgently, and I’ll be off to deliver another package in a nearby city in a few minutes.”

Apart from the Diner, your father also owned a mechanical workshop, and would often sell and deliver car pieces to his clients. Rosé, being her outgoing self, dealt with them and the business part of it while you preferred to step aside, helping with the Diner instead. It was only when she had too much work to do that you had to deal with her customers, instead —and those were never pleasant experiences.

Perhaps you were just not cut for the job, or your calm aura was easy to be taken advantage of, but it was a matter of fact: you sucked at negotiating deals and making small talk. It made you uncomfortable and anxious, having to put up a superior act and bargain with assholes until you got enough profit to go home satisfied, so you avoided it vigorously.

Unfortunately, Rosé never hesitated to ask for a hand.

You eye the box suspiciously, trying to figure out the content inside without having to touch it. Even though it seems heavy, you can never truly trust appearances. After all, car pieces are not the only thing they sell at your father’s shop.

“I mean… I could.” You smirk back at Rosé, your identical smiles mirroring one another. “But I don’t want to.”

Before you even register, Rosé smacks you on the head. You’ve never been able to buck from her quick hands anyway.

“Hey!” You massage your scalp, moving your upper body forward to give Chaeryeong a push, too, since the action has her laughing loudly. “Bitch.”

Rosé giggles, too, standing on her tiptoes to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Pretty please, Y/nnie.” She sighs, joining her hands in a prayer. “I’ll owe you one. I’ll even give you that dress of mine you love, promise.”

Chaeryeong gives you a thumbs up, biased as she’s always been.

“Come on, Y/n, let’s just do it. It’ll be fun! It’s too monotonous to be at the Diner all day, anyway.”

“See?” Rosé gestures to your best friend, pleased to be supported. “Chaery, you’re so sweet.” Your sister pinches her nose, and Chaeryeong’s face turns as red as a strawberry in a matter of seconds. She turns to you once again, then, still faking that hesitation. “Please? It’d be an outstanding deal for us. Lots of profit and all.”

You roll your eyes, still not convinced. Even though Chaery’s eyes are nearly popping off her face with how intensely she’s glaring, you refuse to give in. Rosé was stubborn, but you share the same blood, after all.

“Aren’t any of your friends available? I can’t just close the Diner and go.” Lies. You simply refuse to bulge, to relent to Rosé’s wishes as you always did.

She doesn’t even blink, though, unbothered by your lack of cooperation.

“Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie are all busy with other work deals too, as well as the boys.” She shrugs, going around the counter to grab a beer for herself. “Trust me, Y/n: if I had anyone to go deliver this, I would… but you know how busy these past weeks have been, and we’re all so overworked. Help me out, please?” She touches the cross hanging on her chest, identical to the one you never took off.

A symbol of your bond.

You sigh, jumping off the balcony and giving in to Rosé’s orders for the nth time. “Fine.” You mumble, grumpy. “Chaeryeong can take care of the place while I go.”

“What the fuck, Y/n!” The girl jumps from her seat, suddenly interested in the conversation as if she hadn’t spent the last five minutes scrolling on her phone, all bored. Suddenly, she’s all ears, eagerly advocating for herself, “I don’t want to do the boring stuff! Let me go with you.”

Before you’re able to tell your friend to get fucked, Rosé stops you with her hands, signaling for someone to come in.

“It’s good for you to not go alone, baby sis. Chaery can make you company.” She nods, grabbing the young girl who came in by the shoulders and positioning her in front of you and Chaeryeong. “This is Rami. She’s Mingyu’s little sister, remember? She said she could handle the diner for a few hours while the two of you are at it. Such a sweetheart, is she not?”

The girl — Rami, nods energetically, looking at your sister with adoration in her glittery eyes. It was no surprise Rosé had brought one of her little fangirls to help, actually. Living in a small city for all your life, everyone knew Rosé. She’s been a notable presence since her teenage years, whether it was attending fancy balls or setting fire to the shops downtown. The blonde girl has been remarkable for as long as you can remember. She’s always been either feared, hated, or loved, but remarkable nonetheless.

Which only proved your theory that you were not going to deliver any car pieces, after all.

You and Chaery exchanged a knowing look, neither caring enough to ask anything about this girl or explain the job she’d have to take at the Diner for free.

“Very well, then.” You sigh, watching Rosé’s excited clapping and giggling. “I’ll grab my car keys.”

Chaeryeong follows you closely, also jumping of joy. You’re well aware she hates being at the Diner, always complaining of boredom, but it isn’t like she has any other friends to go out with. Behind her bubbly, chatty, and energetic personality, she’s is actually very frail and shy, which makes her an easy target for the mean fuckers your age. She struggles, and would much rather just have a single, loyal friend. And you’ve always made sure to protect her fiercely.

“Adventure!! Finally.” The dark-haired girl raises her hands, thanking God you’d go out.

“Don’t get too excited.” You warn her, turning to Rosé. Pointing a finger at the rosy-haired woman, you add. “I hate you.”

She pulls you in for a suffocating hug, used to your harsh behavior. “And I love you so, little sis. Thank you!”

Both Rami and her wave as you and Chaeryeong leave the diner, the package weighing heavily in your hands. You don’t have a big 6th sense, but something does not feel right. Although you ignore it anyway, turning the car on and driving to the address your sister texted you.

“Do we really have to do this?” She whines, closing the passenger’s door rather roughly — to which you grunt, paying her a harsh stare for not being careful with your precious car.

She realized the whole thing would be anything but fun sometime mid the 40-minute journey to the abandoned warehouse you were currently walking into. Besides, once you reminded her that Rosé’s request would put off her wishes of going out and partying for a few hours, that little pout of hers hasn’t left her lips. Now, Chaeryeong is all regretful to have supported the older girl in her wishes.

“Not really.” You pay your friend no mind, walking towards the place that was falling into pieces. Seeing you weren’t backing her up, her pout deepened.

“It’s my birthday.” She argues, kicking rocks along the way.

“I already bought you a cake. And milkshake, and fries.” You roll your eyes, remembering how you’d all chanted your best friend happy birthday at your parents’ Diner, during breakfast. “And a shit ton of booze, throughout all these years of knowing you. You haven’t paid me back once.”

Chaeryeong sighs, hurrying to your side, defeated. You keep walking without waiting for her, making it harder for her to catch up — truly opposites, the two of you.

“Fine. But let’s do this quickly. You promised we’d still go to that party.” She decides, playfully bumping into you. Any other time, her actions would’ve helped you to be at ease, but you’re unable to relax this time. You know this is some serious shit.

“Yeah, let’s do this quick.” You repeat her words, entering the abandoned place at a slow, nearly languid pace.

Let you both be out of here in no time. You wish, once again sensing the bad omens.

The warehouse, although old, mistreated and nearly falling into pieces, is not unsettling to you. It’s merely the place Rosé sometimes treats business, and you’ve accompanied her once or twice, before. The wooden beams are rotten, and the flooring has long disappeared, fading into dust that clings to your combat boots. You’d have to clean them later, and that somehow annoys you more than the situation itself. The place is empty, with walls that were once covered by big, expensive windows, yet all that remains are tainted, broken glasses hanging wherever you could look. Machines are still forgotten in random locations inside the building, a ghost of times when the government tried to rebuild the massive area. None of that was successful, obviously. Now, this ghost of a place belongs to your father, your sister, and the other people who were also part of the darker side of this shitty town.

Only a single table hangs in the open area of the first floor, clearly meant for dealerships and businesses. Upon arriving, you notice 5 — no, nearly 10 people waiting not so patiently. Wearing dark, shabby clothes, none of them seem welcoming, to say the least. Rosé had told you’d be doing business with Wendy, a familiar customer from another small town nearby, in hopes to ease down on your nerves. It worked, in a way: having met with Wendy a few times prior, you weren’t all nervous about the upcoming meeting. She was intimidating and oh, so pretty, but you got along well with the auburn-haired woman and her business partners, from previous experiences such as charity dinners and dealerships alongside your sister’s presence.

The woman that stands in front of you, however, looks nothing like Wendy. You know her, naturally; it was impossible not to. Jinsoul’s troublemaker fame was much different than your sister’s — while Rosé’s actions, even though batshit crazy at times, are dreadfully calculated, Jinsoul’s insanity comes with the sole purpose of enticing chaos. Her unstable nature is much of a pain, you’ve personally experienced so from watching herself prove her influence on a crowd by torturing some poor girl who accidentally spilled champagne in her dress at a ceremony, or setting fire to a man’s car at one of the car rifts you often attend. Out of all the girls from her gang, Jinsoul is the least pleasant one to set off deals with.

Naturally, Rosé and Jinsoul hate each other with a passion, being two different flames of the same fire.

With all of that knowledge, you fix your posture, observing Chaeryeong do the same with your peripheral vision. Even though you absolutely despise it, you’ve been taught well how to keep a powerful, imposing façade. Standing tall, you tower over Jinsoul and her subordinates.

“I see Rosé sent her little minion, instead of herself. Must be really busy, of course.” Jinsoul doesn’t greet you, as expected. Her tone is dripping with venom as she examines you and your best friend with harsh eyes.

Now that you’re in front of her, you’re no longer hesitant or scared. Instead, you’re bothered, irritated that you have to deal with your sister’s cheap copy instead of Wendy or Joohyun. Taking a step towards the young woman, you curse Rosé under your breath, fully aware the eventful encounter is not a misunderstanding.

“Nice hair. I love the new color.” You say, leaning your head with a knowing look. Jinsoul’s hair falls a little past her shoulders, in a strawberry-blonde tone that is exactly like Rosé’s past one, from a few months prior. “I’ll tell Rosé her oldest, most faithful fan sends her regards.”

Your words seem to stir something inside the leader in front of you. She scoffs, gritting her teeth. “This is too tedious. Give me the shipment we agreed on, I’ve got better things to do anyway.”

Rolling your eyes, you gesture for Chaeryeong to drop the box on the ground. She does as told, the metallic sounds of the guns moving inside. It echoes in the empty place, as the box falls onto the ground.

Jinsoul remains stoic, hands resting neatly inside her pockets, while her guards reach out for the box. Before they can touch it, though, you step on it, preventing anyone from moving.

“Give us the money first, Jinsoul. No funny business.” You stare right into her eyes, remembering the times you’ve caught her fooling around in her deals, leaving other people empty-handed. “Then you can check as much as you want.”

She laughs, knowing you’re no fool. “I see you’ve gotten wiser, Y/n. Well done.”

In a second, she’s handing you another small, compacted package. You take the money with your delicate hands, not in the least made to deal with such dirty stuff. You count it, already feeling the blood in your veins boil. Chaeryeong breaths are heavy beside you as you say. “This is not what we agreed on, Jinsoul. Stop being a whore for once and give me the other half of the fucking money.”

You and Chaery don’t need words to understand each other. She grabs the box back from the ground as soon as she sees you go rigid, holding on to it with the same look of disdain you bear.

“Oh, my dear.” Jinsoul stands close enough to grab a strand of your long fringe, knuckles brushing your jawline with feigned affection. “Your sister should know I am only faithful to the people I treat business with… and I didn’t discuss anything with you, precious.”

Turning your face, you hold Chaeryeong with one arm to prevent her from jumping on Jinsoul and beating her up.

“You bitch!” Your friend screams at her face, her voice muffled by Jinsoul’s hectic laughter as she walks away, back turned to you and Chaery in a clear show of disrespect.

Before you can go to Jinsoul yourself, her guards strike, going straight to the two of you. You manage to buckle and give them a few punches — causing a fair amount of trouble for someone who didn’t practice often at all, honestly. However, you were outnumbered, and soon enough you find yourself on the ground, punched and disheveled.

Coughing violently, you turn to see one of them kicking Chaeryeong in the guts, a few meters from you. The sight of your friend, cheerful and pure Chaery, being hurt enrages you to the core. You spit at their feet to gather all the attention to yourself.

“Don’t touch her, fucker!” You scream, breathless. They pay you no mind, having the time of their lives.

You feel something on your jacket, then. When you look ahead, Jinsoul has poured a thick, horizontal line of a viscous liquid through all of the massive warehouse. Other guards help, with gallons, but you know most of it is her doing — she loves to get her hands dirty in the business. There’s fire in her eyes, and by the time she lifts the lighter dramatically, you’re already well aware.

Gasoline.

“Goodbye, dearests! It’s always a pleasure doing business with you.” She chants, before throwing the lighter and walking away, without any rush.

You have to use both hands to stand on your fours, then on your knees. Your jacket is long thrown elsewhere as you grab Chaeryeong by back of her neck, much like a kitten. “Let’s go, and quick. Are you badly hurt?” You murmur, looking for any bad bruises on her porcelain skin. The girl shakes her head, running her hand through her bloody nose. She whimpers, and you know she’s trying her best to be strong in front of you. You give her a hug, as well as a kiss on her dirty cheek, in hopes of bringing her a little comfort. “Good. Now come.”

You hated — no, you despised Rosé for always deceiving you. Only this time, she’d pay.

Leaning on each other, the two of you go back to where you’d parked your car, in a hidden area a few minutes away from the warehouse, just as you’ve been taught to do. You take a deep breath, appreciating the humidity and the nature that ruled the place, a forgotten piece of the city. It had rained while you were inside, and you were glad for that. You loved the smell of rain, especially in nature.

On your way to the car, you spot a water tap nearby. You take Chaeryeong’s arms from your shoulders, then, opening the tap and turning to her. “Clean yourself up.”

“You’re so bossy.” She mumbles, but is quick to do as told, grabbing a hold of the water and splashing it on her face, cleaning up the dust that gathered. Chaeryeong nearly drenches her whole head, too — her pitch-black hair all shiny within minutes as the color slowly returns to her face.

While she takes the dirt off her arms and legs, you look around to check on the fire. It is still lively, a bright beacon as the night falls by, but you know it won’t spread. The place was all rotten by rust, with barely any ceiling left, so the rain would most likely put it off.

Still, Jinsoul’s message was clear, and it stung on your pride.

At least she’s always been like that, never presenting herself differently. Much different from your sister, who tells lies for breakfast.

Your mind is still clouded by troubled thoughts when Chaeryeong lets out a tired laugh, smiling once you kneel to clean up yourself. “They beat up our asses hard out there, you know.”

As much as her statement annoys the shit out of you, you’re grateful to have her cracking jokes again. Your best friend’s delicate features suit the red color on her mouth, a sign she’s well and ready for the next one.

You feel the dust gathering under your fingers and all over your skin. It’s all over you, so intensely your honey hair can be misguided as black, with how much of it is covered by dirt.

“I’ve barely noticed.”

Chaeryeong chokes in her saliva to keep herself from laughing, knowing your patience’s running thin. Even if you have the softest spot for her, she decides not to push it.

“Yes, obviously.” She nods. You think she’s finally going to be quiet, but it’s your best friend you’re talking about. Naturally, she continues. “Let’s go to the party, please?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you finish washing up, feeling refreshed and no longer too bothered. “Yes.”

You both arrive where the car is parked before she adds. “And we need fighting lessons once we get back home.”

“Chaeryeong.”

“It’s true, sorry! It is.” She raises her hands as if to keep herself from being attacked by your rage.

You limit yourself to giving her a harsh stare, and she shivers under it. You can be quite intimidating when you wish to be, especially since you’re not exactly a chatterbox.

Turning the car on, you indulge your friend’s wishes as you drive towards the party she’s been nagging you about for the whole week.

The night’s already taken over the sky once you park on the crowded street, after hours of speeding on the free road. As you hop out of the car, your thoughts go to your sister: you know the meeting with Jinsoul had been arranged all along, with her words about Wendy being merely for you to agree on doing as told. How could she fool you like that? As if you were nothing more than another dischargeable person, like many of her toys.

It’s not the first time Rosé has sent you and Chaeryeong to some skimpy situation, but knowing she was well aware of it being a clear trap all along leaves you absolutely outraged.

Even though she knew of the risks, she still sent you. You would’ve never gone, had you known it was a situation like that, and that’s the reason she didn’t warn you beforehand.

You hated Rosé’s guts.

Chaery rushes to your side once again, side-eyeing you with as little discreetness as possible — unlike yourself, she’s never been good at hiding her expressions. You don’t even attempt to smile, still mad about your earlier encounter and all that went wrong.

Not even your bubbly, cheerful best friend can lift your spirits, at the moment.

“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed, Y/n.” She shakes her arms, sighing. Her tone is serious, and you know she means it. “Come on! Live your life, and stop being so strict all the time. You deserve to have fun.” Chaery grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your chin so you’ll stare at her. “So have fun! I know it fucking sucks, but it’s done! Let’s just enjoy the night and deal with the whole problem tomorrow morning.”

You roll your eyes, knowing she’d never comprehend your feelings. As much as you love how carefree she is, you also know your personalities are too different.

You allow her to interlock your hand with hers, though, as the two of you pass the sea of cars in the direction of the crowded mansion.

“You could use a little fire within yourself too, you know.” You murmur, examining the place with harsh eyes.

The front garden alone is already impressive. Its deep green lawn is impeccable — clearly trimmed and well cared for, aligning with the lavish fountain that stands in the center and all the animals sculpted in the bushes. A cupid stands in the middle of the marble fountain, water flowing smoothly from its carved bow. You recognize the modern styling of the mansion, with plenty of massive windows that cover both floors of the house. With its wooden walls, the place has a rustic yet cozy surface. There is no doubt whoever owns such property has a great sense of style.

Even that front area is crowded, too. People nearly having public sex, others throwing up vigorously while being helped by friends, a few others just passed out on the lawn… although you’re surprised to see many groups simply drinking and chilling, leaning on their cars, too — most likely seeking an escape from the vivid music and the heat wave that must be inside. You already feel the energetic music echoing through the whole atmosphere, the rhythm reverberating through the walls and on the ground. You bite your cheek to suppress a smile, not wanting your friend to notice yet. To you, there was something appealing about attending such crowded spaces. Amidst the sea of people, you were no one: known by no one, cared for by no one. It was strangely comforting, as if a weight was going off your shoulders, and you liked it.

Interrupting your thoughts, Chaeryeong shrugs, “I mean, it’s Rosé we’re talking about. Did you seriously not expect the deal to be suspicious, to say the very least?” She sighs hard, adding. “That lying, dreadful hot bitch. I’d go to as many sneaky warehouses as she commands me to, sorry, Y/n.”

Her tone is truthful enough to have you shaking your shoulders in laughter, squeezing her hand to make her stop walking through people so fast. As a matter of fact, Chaery’s fat crush on your sister isn’t by any means new to you — going on for many years already, but it always surprises you to hear her say stuff like that.

You find it hilarious, actually, that Chaeryeong is, to this day, one of your sister’s fangirls.

“I seriously can’t believe you sometimes.” You say, although youthful spirits have been lifted. Your best friend smiles brightly at you, her button nose scrunching adorably.

“You just love me so much.”

You leave her at that, and stand by the door, making your way to the main, open area — the living room. Chaeryeong is smart and attentive, which also helps to access the whole place rather quickly. Soon enough, both of you have some kind of fancy drink in hands, and you stare at the dark-haired girl rather hesitantly.

Her bright humor and the room’s energy, bustling with excitement are enough to have you feeling much better, even a little happy yourself. Still sensing your hesitation, she brings the cup to your mouth with her small hands, both of you downing your drinks within seconds.

“Okay,” She says, looking around for anything interesting. “Now the real fun begins.”

You laugh, knowing she’s going to find some source of entertainment for the night — whether it is a pretty girl to lose herself in or a newly discovered gossip to watch and comment over like a TV series.

Chaeryeong disappears and comes back with another fancy-looking drink, stumbling and nearly falling in the process, and you quickly grab the one she hands to you, taking a small sip this time. She’s already had a handful of hers and stares at your choice of savoring the liquid with playful eyes.

“What? I would rather not pass out. That’s your role.”

“You never forget, do you? It was once, Y/n. Once. And forever ago, too! I’ve never done that again.” She huffs, bringing her free hand to her chest in a fake display of resentment.

You giggle as you hug her sideways, shutting off the older girl’s whines. She quickly steps aside, though — not wanting people to think she’s not seeking some fun, and you take the opportunity to look around, observing the inside of the mansion properly.

It’s a beautiful house — a mansion, indeed — and the first floor is nothing but lavish. The bar, where you and Chaeryeong stand, is nearly the size of the one at the Diner, filled with expensive drinks and crystal cups as the bartender — not at all like the junk places the two of you usually attend— mixes drinks with experience.

It also pleases you to see how such a person is not afraid of spending money to host a good party, even if the people enjoying it are complete strangers. The lively atmosphere of young people having fun, mixed with the grand decor of the place balanced each other well, giving a lived-in aspect to said gorgeous place.

The open area has plenty of windows, allowing you to watch the gardens and the pool, outside — even though it’s massive, there’s barely any space left in between the waters, making you gulp with disgust. It was hard for you to understand how that many people would muster the courage to get in, with so many germs and fluids certainly dirtying the once crystal-clear waters.

Looking back inside, you’re able to observe the planned furniture, which is clearly well thought out, with the wooden ceiling and the thick, marble columns. There are rugs lacking, you notice, but it is surely so they don’t stain or anything.

You wonder what the place is like during a quiet, common day. One where the only noises come from the birds, chipping and singing while flying through the trees, and the running water that drips on the pool fountain.

Besides that, it is absolutely crowded. Nearly every single space is occupied by either a couple kissing like there’s no tomorrow or people screaming and dancing, yet everyone seems to be having a nice time. The atmosphere makes you smile, surprisingly cozy on this chaotic yet lively night. That’s how you feel, specially after the prior encounters: alive.

You have to make that feeling worth it.

Time goes by fast once you’re trying to have fun.

You quickly learn so, as you drink, smoke, and dance with Chaeryeong. Even with the alcohol leaving you happy, you’re still uneasy. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being observed, no matter how many times you tell yourself that’s absolutely insane — there are people in every possible corner of the place, and no one’s paying attention to you.

However, Chaery also seems to be opposed to the logical part of your brain.

“I think you should go for it,” Your best friend tells you, after long minutes of heavily flirting with a barbie-like girl from afar.

You’re nearly sure you know that girl, actually. She’s from your hometown, most likely; her heart-shaped mouth and cherubic features are impossible to miss.

There’s nothing more like Chaery than going to a party located 2 hours away just to fuck around with the same people you’ve known since elementary school.

Your best friend turns around, filling up both of your drinks, even though yours is only halfway empty.

You frown. “Go for what?”

It’s Chaeryeong’s turn to be annoyed at you. She throws her free arm on your shoulders, gesturing to the middle of the living room area, where four good-looking girls stand with critical looks, acting like they own the place.

Which, judging by their style and the way they carry themselves, they might as well do.

Chaeryeong points in their direction with her head, never in her life subtle. “The one in the middle has not stopped staring at you ever since we’ve arrived. Ryujin, they say it’s her name.” Your friend’s excited tone grabs your attention, and you finally take a look at the small group she’s so enamored by. “I think you should go get her.”

Your friend has always had a good taste in women, and this time’s no different. They are beautiful, crushingly so, all hanging out by the long couch, circled by many people who seem to fight for an ounce of their attention. They stay disinterested, though, not paying them as much as a quick look.

One has sharp eyes, listening attentively to what a jumpy redhead and a blonde girl have to say as she sips on her Marguerita. At last, you observe the raven-haired girl Chaeryeong mentioned: she stands powerful in the middle, her sharp features giving her an intimidating look. To your surprise, she’s already staring— her dark eyes examining you with such hunger your heart starts beating rapidly as if there were no one else in the room. Electric shocks fly through your body upon her piercing gaze, and you look away immediately.

“She’s creepy.” You take a long gulp of your drink, in hopes of washing away the urge of sneaking her a glance once again.

Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, nudging you. “Just how you like them.” She scoffs, then, when she realizes you won’t answer — not in the mood to indulge her little monologues. “Please, Y/n, for once in your life just—“

You interrupt your friend, taking a step back and giving her a fake smile. “I need to use the bathroom, but I’ll catch up with you soon, Chaery.” Getting away from her as fast as you can in such a crowded space, you’re still able to hear her voice as you ascend the grand staircase, screaming while raising her cup in your direction to prove her point.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME, Y/N! IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG, I’LL COME AND GET YOU.” You can’t help but laugh, fully knowing she means it.

Even though you escape her lecture — hearing that same discourse at least once a day ever since you can remember, you know Chaeryeong means well. It’s a matter of fact: you’ve always been the responsible one, caring and supervising others, to the point people always referred to you as “lame” or “boring”. Whether it was at the Diner, with your reckless family, or dealing with your friend’s spontaneousness, you’re unable to help it: being careful comes naturally to you, always thinking about countless opportunities for every situation possible.

Before opening many doors — the place was indeed massive, leaving you to wonder how many rooms there are — you finally find a bathroom. Without rushing, you take a deep breath, washing your face in hopes of easing your mind, too.

For the first time in many hours, you have time to truly think about the events of the day. Weariness infiltrates your bones as you grip both sides of the sink, not daring to look at yourself in the mirror. Looking at your face, your features, means staring at your sister, too. At your father, the whole dirty business you do for a living and how you’re also to blame, no matter how much you avoid taking part in it. You belong in this world, there’s no denying it.

Only you so wish you weren’t.

Sitting on the toilet, you hug your knees, waiting for the tears to come. They never do; you only feel an emptiness inside your tainted soul. Somehow, you’ve already gotten used to this entire mess. Crying and pitying yourself won’t change anything.

The door opens, and Ryujin is standing in front of you before you can make yourself look presentable. She’s as intimidating as she was from afar, her thick boots making her look taller.

“Sorry for taking so long, I needed a moment. I’ll go now.” You get up quickly, trying to brush past her as you murmur excuses for keeping the bathroom all to yourself, even though she doesn’t seem to mind.

With a hand brushing your waist, she says, tone low and husked. “It’s ok. I can take you to somewhere quieter if you’d like.” Her posture is relaxed and patient, waiting for you to answer. “Listening to loud music for too long can be a bother.”

You don’t exactly know why you agree; perhaps it’s her voice, soothing and sensual — even though you somehow know her invite is not one seeking sex, or her dark eyes, staring at you like she could undress your soul and be aware of your deepest secrets. Regardless of the motives, you feel drawn to her, almost as if she’d cast a spell on you, luring you in. So you nod, allowing yourself to enter the labyrinth of corridors as Ryujin walks by your side, without rushing. Only when the two of you stop by a black, wooden door, she turns back to you. You step inside, as the world behind you suddenly turns quiet.

You’re fully aware of the risks you’re taking. She’s a stranger, and you know nothing about each other. You should be jumpy, wary in the least.

Instead, for the first time in many years, there’s not a train of thoughts running through your head, thinking about millions of possibilities and outcomes of every little thing you’ve ever witnessed.

As you walk into the middle of the spacious room, you feel nothing but calm.

Ryujin has good taste.

You’re not stupid: you know the bedroom you’re currently in belongs to her. The walls are made of wood, carved in light brown, and most of the furniture is black, a true portrait of how she presents herself — all dark and mysterious. Her bed stands appealing in the middle, the covers undone and inviting, while numerous papers rest neatly on her desk, but it’s the content on the wall that catches your attention. A map of the country, covered with red strings and pins linking numerous places. There are names written, too, as well as keywords and small texts.

“I’m a good listener. If you’d like to, naturally.” She takes a blunt out of her pocket, gesturing to you. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” You give her a small smile in acknowledgment. “It’s your room, anyway.”

She laughs. “Smart girl.”

“I’ll pass on your invitation to listen, though.” You continue as you stare at her closely, curious about how she’d react. Her blazer made her shirt ride up, revealing part of her toned abdomen, and you can’t help but ogle, mouth dry at the sight.

God, she’s so hot, sitting casually like that. “As you wish. No problem.” Ryujin doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, which provides you with enough confidence to start looking around again.

A black wooden bookshelf catches your attention, standing on the opposite side of the windows and the balcony, and you’re appalled by how vast it is. It nearly occupies the entire wall, with numerous books. It’s the only part of the room that has any color besides black, brown, or white, and the books all seem pretty worn out. You brush your fingers through the shelves, lost in paradise.

“Do you expect us to fuck?” You don’t turn to face her as you ask, without shame. Strangely, you feel like you could tell her whatever you wanted to.

She shrugs, adjusting her pillows so she’d lie comfortably, looking rather small in the massive bed. The words leave her mouth so casually like nothing was ever complicated. “If you'd like to, maybe.” Her eyes travel to your body, and you shiver, once again feeling exposed. “You’re pretty. You have a beautiful body, too. So, sure.”

“Why did you bring me here, then? If not to fuck.” You murmur, eyeing her as your fingers brush a specific book, waiting for her permission.

You take it from its place once she nods, freeing the smoke from her lungs. The Waves, highlighted and annotated.

“You looked as if you had many thoughts going on in your head.” She runs her hand through her shiny, pitch-black hair, casually. “This is my quiet place. I figured you could use a little peace for a while, too.”

She was so right. From the time you entered her room, you felt nothing but peace, as if your emotional turmoil had cooled down for a few moments.

Maybe it was the calming energy Ryujin emanates or the way she looks at you so curiously. Anyway, you decide she’s worth it.

You were not exactly fond of meeting new people, much less welcoming them into your life. You didn’t feel the need to add anyone — you could barely keep up with the amount of drama you had, with not that many people. You have a best friend, a father, a stepmother, grandparents, a sister, and her friends who were your acquaintances. Not a massive crowd, but just enough for you.

However, you feel the need to let this girl in, too.

Jumping on the bed, you don’t stop until you’re near enough to feel the warmth of the blunt Ryujin holds. You lean on your elbows, facing down whilst she’s facing up, hands behind her head to support herself as she stares at the ceiling.

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” You say, determined not to feel threatened by her piercing gaze and those midnight eyes that carry such mystery.

Ryujin laughs, shaking the hand you offer. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. I’m Ryujin.”

She stares back, her eyes undressing you as if she’s the keeper of all your secrets. You look away. She laughs again.

Your mind wanders to Chaeryeong’s words, always eager to talk about how you should take more risks and live freely. Perhaps she’s right; you should stop worrying too much and overthinking every single thing.

You snuggle yourself even closer to Ryujin, still deciding. “But are you good?”

She frowns, turning to you. “Probably. But good at what, exactly?”

“In bed, obviously.” You roll your eyes. “Are you a good fuck?”

Being so close to her allows you to see the switch your words provoke. Her eyes darken, and she fixes her posture, no longer carefree and unbothered. No… the girl whose eyes roam over your body is far from inviting or calming. She’s powerful, just as you watched her present herself downstairs, earlier at night. With strong hands, she grabs one of your thighs, bringing you so close you’re able to play with the collar of her silk shirt.

“Why do you ask, Y/n?” Ryunjin’s hands brush your neck in a careful motion, tucking your hair away so she’s able to run her nose through your skin. One look at her, and you know she enjoys toying with you like that too much.

As she must do with anyone, you suppose.

“Well…” You look down, although still leaning at her touch. “‘Cause I want you to fuck me, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking.”

She doesn’t mind your impatient tone but doesn’t touch you either, even after your words. If anything, she just keeps staring at your body, as if imagining all the things she’d do.

“And how would I do that, exactly?” You roll your eyes, ready to give her a defiant answer when she grabs you by the chin, ever so gently. “Make sure to be clear with your words, my angel.”

And it’s that tone once again — so low-pitched and raspy, that makes you gulp, barely breathing under the enchanting, mysterious girl’s touches. Besides being in control at all times: when you’ve decided to accompany Ryujin to her bedroom, when initiating this battle of desire… you finally come to realize how different it is, this once. This time, Ryujin’s question presents itself as a warning, its meaning loud and clear even though it was unsaid. If you agreed to this, she would be the one in control. She’d take as much as she pleased, however, you wished her to do.

Something that is so appealing to you. Not because you feel the need to let go; no, you’ve done much of that throughout all of your life — being your family’s pawn, toy, and little doll to show off to other powerful families, making a profit over the image of perfection.

No, Ryujin’s offer is appealing simply because you’re curious to see what she’d do to you. You feel drawn to her, with a sudden urge to be under her touch, to have her inside of you.

You want her to do the most unspeakable, filthy things to your body, bringing you enough pleasure to fuck you dumb, until all of your worries are washed away and long gone.

Her. You want her.

So you stand on your knees, taking your time with unclasping your bra and throwing your shirt off the ground, long hair flowing gracefully as you move, cascading down your hips. It’s only once you’re done that you speak, long after letting her watch as you make a show out of the small act.

“I want you to pleasure me.” You say, with a voice just as lustrous as hers. “I’m sure you’ve been spoiled enough in sex. Prove it to me, then. And if you’re good enough, maybe I’ll satisfy you, too.”

She smiles, exposing her canine teeth as she watches you crawl to her. Within seconds, you’re between her legs, her mouth hot and wet on your clavicle — then wasting no time to go to your breasts, as she kisses and sucks on your skin. Making sure to bruise, to mark her presence. Territorial.

“Your wish is my command, angel of mine.” She murmurs, breath warm on your skin.

Ryujin’s taste is bitter, much like poison. Still, her lips are addicting, and it’s easy to lose yourself in between the sultry kisses you share. Your skin, your insides — you’re on fire, so turned on it burns.

Her hands, skilled and lithe, wander through your body, squeezing and groping as she pleases. Such a tease, she is. You can easily tell how delighted she is to be able to take her time, caressing the insides of your thighs as you huff, impatient. She’s so close, yet so far from where you need her. Your cunt aches, sticky and needy for something, anything.

Yearning for release after such a stressful day, you feel your body trembling with anticipation. Soon enough, you’re under her, both of your clothes long thrown on the ground. It’s hard not to blush with how she’s looking at your naked body, licking her lips as she spits, a long trail of saliva going from her fingers to your wet cunt.

You need more of her. Desperately.

Tugging her hair, you let out a loud whine. “You’re so mean, Ryujin.”

“I am.” Her answer comes immediately, as she lowers her body until her mouth is close to your pussy. She brushes the hair away from her face, eyes still heavily focused on your dripping cunt. Ryujin cups your ass, one of your legs resting on her shoulder as she brings your sex as close to her face as possible. Her eyes are starstruck, long-lost in your body as she parts your folds before giving your cunt a messy, wet kiss.

Her actions are more than enough to turn you into a withering mess: her mouth is everywhere, working her way inside of your walls with such vigor you feel so full, your troubled thoughts long forgotten. She works wonders, her tongue teasing your entrance and alternating between lapping on your clit, circling your hardened bud as you moan, squirming almost desperately. You’ve never been this sensible, yet Ryujin reverberates all of her actions through your body harder than usual — even the mere brush of her fingers has her holding your thighs firmly, to keep you from moving so much and closing your legs away.

Incoherent words leave your mouth so fast that you’d be ashamed if you were able to think about anything. Your long nails scratch her bare back in random patterns, leaving her skin so red you close your hands in a sudden wave of consciousness, shy as you bring them to your chest.

She stops too, ignoring your whines as she looks up to you with a serious face, her mouth swollen and glistening with your juices. “If you stop, I’ll stop.” She grabs your hands, placing them on her once again. It’s so sweet, somehow delicate how she handles you, much different from the way she acts with anyone else. “Don’t hold yourself back.”

You nod, gulping. She has two of her fingers aligned with your slit, spreading your juices through your pussy with that little smug smile of hers before easing them inside. They slide in easily, the gushing sounds filling the room along with your voice. “Ryujin… oh f-fuck!”

“Touch your nipples.” Ryujin commands, mouth closing against your clit once again. She licks and applies a weak suction, not yet enough to overstimulate you. You’re long gone, though, incapable of forming any thoughts on your pretty head, let alone following any commands. She knows it, which is the reason her hands grope your tits with strength, massaging. “You’re sensitive, angel. Touch them for me, will you?”

It seems to work, this time. You mumble a response to her patient tone, hands going straight to your nipples as you cup your breasts. They weren’t exactly big, but certainly not small either. If you squeezed them tightly — as you were currently, doing, you could fit them in your hands. Biting your lip, you flick your thumbs through the hardened buds, circling your areolas as your fingers twist and pinch your nipples.

The action sends a shock of electricity through your body, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Good girl, Y/n. God, your tits are so pretty. You look so pretty like this, doing so good for me.” You barely register her words, although it doesn’t seem necessary; if anything, Ryujin seems to be speaking to herself. She lifts her head, fingers thrusting in even deeper as she judges the bruises on your hips with hard eyes. Her voice is different, too, serious as she adds, “Must’ve been a tough day, hm? You’re all bruised, my love. And I haven’t given you any of these.”

“Something like that, I guess.” You murmur, closing your eyes to focus on how good she is making you feel.

She kisses each one of your bruises with delicacy, looking somehow annoyed. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pouty, making it easy to tell she’s lost in thought. Because of her reaction, you lift her chin, cocking your head to the sides as you try to figure her out. It seems to wake her up from her trance, instead. Ryujin takes your fingers and sucks, staring at you while her tongue wets your index and thumb just as she was doing to your pussy, moments prior.

This girl’s going to be the death of you.

Her attention returns to your cunt, swollen and red, as she fastens the thrusts on your slit. It hits deep, each movement bringing you closer to the orgasm you ache for. A third finger is added, then, and you feel yourself close to the edge. Ryujin must’ve felt your muscles clenching, too, since she’s quick to give your clit one last, deep suck.

It feels like there’s no air left in the room. The pleasure that was building up in your lower abdomen explodes, with violent waves of pleasure erupting and giving you the best sensation you’ve ever felt. It’s ecstatic, as if thousands of fireworks live in every little space of your body. You feel spectacular, but more than that, you feel alive. With a high cry, you cum, Ryujin’s fingers still working their way inside, helping you ride out from your orgasm. She’s careful to not touch your clit, just staring at your fucked out face as your chest moves rapidly, trying to even your breathing.

After a few minutes, you squirm, expecting her to distance herself and stop touching your cunt.

It’s not what happens, though — in a blink, she’s all over you, working her way up your body with wet kisses until your lips meet once again in a messy kiss.

“You’re relaxed now, right?” She says, sucking on your lower lip. “And you were so perfect, angel. It’s my turn. Can you give me one more? Do you think you can do it for me?”

Suddenly, you’re all hot again, as her fingers thrust into you deeper and deeper. You’re dizzy, more than happy to drink on her and let her drive you into pleasure as she says so.

“R-ryujin…” You chant her name, clinging to the girl.

It doesn’t take you long to cum, this time. The orgasm that drags through your body is strong but slow, leaving you full in more ways than you’ll ever be able to describe.

“So good.” She says, hands tight on your waist and caressing your abdomen, with no rush at all. “You’re doing so good, Y/n.”

Your cunt feels empty without her fingers inside, pussy swollen and pleased. Even though she’s right by your side, you miss her, reaching out for her touches. She’s more than eager to comply, holding you close as she kisses the top of your head, brushing the long strands of hair away from your face.

The two of you stay like that, wrapped up in a warm bubble that has you completely in peace. Your muscles relax, and you feel the tiredness in your bones, pleading for sleep. It’s easy to get lost in Ryujin’s arms, forgetting your duties and obligations until your mind is filled with her.

Just as quickly, you’re thrown back into reality by the doorknob — it’s forced from the outside, although the door doesn’t move, thankfully locked. It’s most likely someone drunk, searching for a place to have fun with someone, but the action is enough for you to remember the reason you’ve attended such a party: an energetic girl with dark hair and the worst sense of humor you’ve ever seen, who was probably worried sick about you and cursing your entire existence.

With that in mind, you get up, grabbing your dispersed clothes on the floor and putting them on. Ryujin’s stare is attentive, following your every move. She’s still comfortable in her bed, not bothering to cover herself as she reaches out for the blunt on her nightstand.

“You can stay, if you’d like.” Her voice has a special effect on you. It makes your body relax instantly, and you breathe in. “Enjoy the quietude. There’s no need to run away.”

“I’m not running away.” You frown, somehow bothered that she thinks so. Grunting, you clarify, “I’d like to… hum, continue this. But my friend’s been waiting for long now. She must be going crazy, thinking I’ve been kidnapped or something. I have to take care of her.”

“Why so?” There it is. That smirk, the air of superiority that adds to Ryujin’s strong façade. It’s almost as if she’s mocking you, playing with her words. “Is she a child? Or just so stupid she can’t take care of herself…”

Your face reddens, and you finish tying your shoes just as quickly as you turn to her, both hands gripping her bed frame so you’re able to jerk your body forward. “Chaeryeong’s not stupid. Watch your fucking mouth.”

People could say anything they wanted about you. In fact, they already did — ever since you were little and your mother had left, people judged and made assumptions about your life. It was impossible not to be a target, with a family like yours, handling the business that you do. It did hurt, at the beginning, but you’ve eventually figured it out: people talked about everyone, and you weren’t special. They were so miserable and uninteresting that they’d criticize every single little thing, no matter how invisible you tried to be. It’s just how they were.

However, any words directed at your best friend are enough for you to get into messy fights. No one was allowed to talk shit about her. Not cheerful, bright Chaeryeong, who had the biggest, cutest smile and the purest intentions in her heart. You’d never allow it.

Seeing how serious you were, Ryujin’s smile dropped. She tapped her blunt in the ashtray, careful to not let the dust spill. “You’re right, she’s not. I apologize.” Although she doesn’t look sorry at all. It’s as if everything is a big joke to her; which, with such a lavish house, you know it most likely is.

Rich people are always assholes.

Humming, you roll your eyes as you try to fix your hair, failing terribly. It’s still as wild as ever, stubbornly fighting your fingers when you run your hands through its entire length, in attempts of detangling something. The subject’s been brushed off when she speaks again, breaking the silence without any awkwardness. “Yeji is keeping an eye on her, anyway. So you don’t need to fry your neurons and die of preoccupation.”

It’s awkward — you’re awkward, meanwhile, the girl looks completely at ease as she takes another hold of smoke into her lungs, naked in all her glory. God, she’s so hot; her muscles are defined, and she’s simply beautiful, like a fallen angel. It takes all of you to not fall down on your knees immediately, begging to eat her out and make her scream in pleasure like she’s done to you. But you’re also tired, and you really need to let your friend know you’re alive and well. There’s nothing more that you hate than being a bother, so you can’t let her alone, wondering if you’ve forgotten about her presence.

“You really are good.” You stare at your hands, letting out a faint giggle. It’s amazing how suddenly shy you are, given how you were begging just minutes prior. “A good fuck, I mean. You are.” In a blink, you’re by the door, gripping the doorknob with an unnecessary amount of strength. “I hope to return the favor, someday.”

“Someday.” She says, tone enigmatic as ever. You’ve noticed she’s annoyingly good at hiding her expressions, always with a bored look on her face. “See you, Y/n.”

You don’t say anything else as you leave the room, losing yourself in the labyrinth of corridors without looking back.

Turns out Chaeryeong is still at the same place she was when you left, thankfully. She jumps into your arms as soon as she sees you, sighing in relief. “I’m going to kill you! Where have you been? I looked everywhere!”

You hold her firmly by the waist, her voice a few quarters higher than usual. Chaery might not be tall, but in this drunken state, she’s heavy, nearly dragging both of you to the ground. She laughs uncontrollably, happy to have you by her side once again.

“The bathroom line was too long.” You lie, taking the drink from her hands as you take a sip. It’s strong, provoking a nauseous sensation that you ignore as you swallow it down.

The lie comes naturally, not because you feel like you have to hide what happened from your best friend, but simply because you find yourself too tired to explain. She’s going to make you repeat yourself as soon as she sobers up again, anyway.

She knows it, though. “Liar! You were doing something.” The girl narrows her eyes, a confused expression on her face as she brushes the hair away from your neck. “Where’d you get a new necklac— Y/n! You dirty whore!”

You can’t help but laugh as she examines the hickeys Ryujin left on your skin, mouth opened in a big “O” — slightly pushing her off you. Chaeryeong stumbles, hitting the wall with her shoulders as she tries to gather her balance.

“I’ll tell you about it later, okay? M’ too tired right now.” You promise, not giving her drink back once she reaches out for it.

Chaeryeong doesn’t seem to mind, jumping up and down in excitement. She grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your body with a smile that nearly covers her entire face. “My girl’s getting some game, wow! I’m so happy for you, Y/n! You have no idea. Do you know how many times I wished you got someone? I seriously thought you were going to turn into a nun or something.”

“Hey!” You protest, “I’m not a prude! The last time I had kissed someone was like, last month or something.”

Chaery stops jumping, thankfully. She pays no mind to your grumbling, twirling, and moving along with the blasting music’s rhythm. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

You eye her with narrowed eyes, but she stops all of her movements before you can give her a sneaky response. Her face pales, and she gulps deeply.

“Are you okay, Chaery?” No response. Chaeryeong’s eyes are fixated on the wall behind you, the colorful lights and blasting music from the living room surely doing nothing but overwhelming her even more.

“Yeah.” She looks up, sighing. “Just felt this sudden urge to t—“ The way she covers her mouth is enough of a sign, for you. Acting quickly, you pull her to the gardens, as Chaeryeong tries her best to not jerk her body forward. It’s immediate: she throws up as soon as she finds a bush to lean on, the effects of the alcohol, adrenaline, and visual stimulation from the party getting to her organism.

“I guess you kept your drinking game high while I was busy?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood. It works, you can tell Chaery’s laughing by the way her small shoulders move. She gives you a thumbs up, too, her face still shoved in between the leaves. “Okay. Are you good to be by yourself for a few moments? I’ll get you some water, then I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.” Your friend manages to say, lying down on the grass. Her hair is all messy, and her face remains pale. “I’m fine now, though. 100%.” “I’m still getting you the water.” You get up from where you were kneeling, too, rushing towards the kitchen entry with hurried steps.

You’re not too worried, though. This wasn’t exactly an unusual situation — sometimes Chaeryeong would drink too much, too fast… sometimes you would. It was a pain in the ass, naturally, and you’d always wake up deeply hungover the next day, but it wasn’t something to be deeply preoccupied with.

Humming to yourself, you open the fridge, in hopes of finding a bottle of fresh water. It was better than going to the bar set in the lively living room and asking for one, anyway. You barely notice a girl standing next to you, handing exactly what you’re looking for. She’s one of Ryujin’s friends, you reckon — her sunset, pin-straight hair compliments her features effortlessly, as her hypnotizing eyes stare at you attentively.

You know a judgmental look when you see one. This one’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“For your pretty friend.” She says, waiting patiently for you to take the bottle from her hands. You do, still silent, yet your lack of enthusiasm doesn’t scare her away. She keeps babbling, not minding you at all. “I hope she feels better.”

It’s as though she knows something you don’t, and the hidden mockery in the air leaves you uneasy.

“Thanks…” You murmur, playing with the bottle in your hands. Before you brush past her to return to your friend, she adds.

“—Yeji. That’s my name.” Yeji tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waving you goodbye with feigned innocency. “Bye, Y/n. Make sure Chaeryeong arrives home safely.”

Chaery’s had an eye on her earlier, nearly fucking her from afar while you were in your own world, lost in thoughts. They probably had some fun before you came back to your friend, that’s all.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you lean next to Chaeryeong again, trying to ease the knot in your stomach as you give her the plastic bottle.

“Here, don’t drink it all at once.” You say, chuckling as the girl nearly drowns herself in the water, desperate to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth. “It’s been a long day, Chaeryeong. Let’s go home.”

She gladly takes the hand you offer, groaning as she shakes the remains of grass from her pants. “I had fun, though. Today was a fun day, Y/n. Did you have fun too?”

There’s mischief all over her face, making it impossible for you to feel down. It’s her gift, being able to lift your spirits with her lame jokes and energetic nature.

“Of course, Chaery. I always have fun when I’m with you.” You nod.

Your words please her, and she leans her head against your shoulder as you make your way to the car, side by side.

It’s late, and you’re tired. You’d handle it all in the morning.

Despite the weariness that penetrates thick in your bones, you’re punctual as always, doodling in your journal by the counter as the sun fights its way up against the messy fog of the morning. It’s a routine you’ve been doing ever since you were a teenager: going out, partying, and going to so many places until dawn, while still showing up to work at the Diner in the following morning.

You’d get some rest, eventually. For now, the four hours of sleep you had were enough to keep you up, somehow Besides, Saturday mornings are always some of the slowest days at the place, with hardly anyone coming for breakfast. People liked to sleep in, trying to gather all the hours they’ve lost from having to wake up early for work, you guess — which is why the place is empty, no customers to be seen.

There’s a hard slam on the corner, and you lift your eyes to follow the sound. You’re greeted by Rosé: her baby-pink hair is even messier than usual, and her leather jacket seems to be the only thing protecting her from the chilly weather. It does little to ease her, though — Your sister’s shorts expose her legs, dirty and scratched. At least her crop top is thick, the black clothing making her seem even more intimidating. And she smells of smoke, instead of her usual cologne.

“You look like shit.” You’re the first to break the silence, as your eyes return to your sketch. It’s not an easy thing to do, but you try your best to act indifferent to your sister’s piercing stare. “I’m taking you haven’t had any sleep at all.”

She’s fuming, you know that. Somehow, Rosé’s cold attitude is much worse than her red fire. Her quietness scares you, as it should. It’s never a good sign.

“Have you ever been anything other than useless, all your life?” She spits, and her words hurt, no matter how long you’ve mentally prepared yourself to have that talk, ever since you left the warehouse. “I asked you to do one thing, Y/n. One fucking thing, and you managed to fuck it all up! God, you’re such a failure.”

Your mouth is dry, all of your courage going down the drain as you stare at the woman in front of you. Suddenly, you’re a little kid again, playing your part as Rosé’s little doll so you’d receive a smile, a praise, anything from her. You’d do anything to get her to acknowledge you, having to fight for her attention like everyone else.

But not anymore.

She hits the counter again, visibly enraged. You shove your finger at her chest, fighting back before she destroys you with her words — like she’s so good at.

“And you’re a fucking liar! Fuck you, Rosé. You fucking lied to me, saying we’d meet Wendy because you knew damn well I’d say no to dealing with Jinsoul. And you know what? I was fucking right!” Saying the words out loud is enough to give you courage. When you speak again, your tone is low, sharp like she’d taught you. “We could’ve gotten seriously hurt out there, Rosé. And you were fully aware of that when you sent us into that fucking trap! You’re in no position to demand anything.”

Rosé runs her hands through her hair, and you can tell she’s exhausted, too. She’s always hidden things from you, so it’s impossible to know what’s going on in her life. Although you can’t bring yourself to care, anymore.

“We need that money, Y/n!” She shouts, exasperated. If her stare could burn, you’d be long dead. “How do you think things work, huh? Who do you think is paying for that fancy college of yours — our house, the food we eat every day? It’s me! I provide for us, with that dirty money you hate so much. So wake up! Fucking idiot. Stop being such a burden and help, for once.”

You know it’s true. Even though your father is supposedly the one in charge, Rosé is the true leader. Needless to say, you’re grateful for all of those things.

Which doesn’t make Rosé any less of an asshole.

“You’re a shit sister.” You lean on the chair, your icy tone placing a blunt contrast to her fiery screams. “And an absolutely horrible person. I despise you.”

A flash of hurt passes through Rosé’s arms, so fast you wonder if you’ve imagined it. But as fast as it happens, it’s over with. Instantly, her defenses are up again, and your sister looks down on you, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms in the middle of her chest.

“You’re tiring me.” She huffs, her tone making it clear she is done with the conversation. Rosé leans on the counter and shoves your shoulders on a punch before storming away, slamming the entry door loudly. “I’m going out, to clean the mess you’ve made. Like always.”

Tears start to cloud your vision as you watch her hop on her car, the roaming of the engines making her feelings clear enough for anyone to understand. She’s an asshole, you know it; but it’s hard to not be upset by her lack of care towards you. You long for her approval and affection, getting anything other than that is enough to leave you deeply hurt.

It’s frustrating, to feel like that over such a shitty situation. You don’t even know if the tears you shed come from sadness or from anger, as you brush them away from your face.

A lithe figure hits the window to grab your attention, and you’re deeply surprised to see Ryujin barging in, walking towards you in confident steps. She chooses the table closest to you, resting her arms over the chairs next to hers.

“Good morning, Y/n.” She says, completely comfortable.

“Morning.” You can’t help but frown, confused. At least her presence offers enough of a distraction from your actual problems. “What are you doing here, Ryujin?”

Ryujin smiles, her eyes small and dazed, so pretty it should be a crime. The rays of weak sunlight brighten her face, making her seem almost innocent. Much different from the night prior. “I heard this place had great food, so I came to check. I woke up pretty hungry, you know.”

“Sure.” You hum, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I’ll have some waffles, pancakes, and coffee. Black, and with no sugar, please.” She says, after looking at the menu. You nod, making your way to the kitchen as quickly as possible, in hopes of escaping her intense stares.

It’s unsettling, how you’re able to feel her gaze burning holes on your back. The sensation takes you back to the night prior, a tingling sensation looking for a place in your core. You push it away, opening the double doors of the cooking area.

“Yoona unnie?” You look for the woman, watching her put her phone down to pay you attention. Smiling, you hand her a small note. “We have a customer.”

“Oh, so early! No one comes on Saturdays.” She mumbles, peeking out behind you to spot Ryujin, who stares at the road in boredom. “I’ll prepare it quickly. Meanwhile, you can go entertain her.”

You laugh at Yoona’s suggestion, shaking your head. “I’d rather wait here, with you.”

Yoona’s face turns serious, as she points at you. “No one is allowed in the kitchen while I cook. Goodbye, Y/n.” You grumble, having no choice but to go back to Ryujin while the woman pushes you out the doors.

Having coffee without any sugar is a trait reserved for psychopaths, which you think suits Ryujin well. You pour her drink in your favorite mug, before returning to her table.

“I thought you also cooked.” The raven-haired girl stands when you approach, promptly pulling the chair in front of herself.

She gestures for you to sit, and you frown, ready to argue that you are still working. The knowing look she gives you is enough to make you sit down, obedient.

“I can’t cook to save my life.” You explain, giggling to cover the shame of having to admit such a fact. “Yoona does it effortlessly, though. Her pastries are the best.”

Ryujin nods, scrunching her nose as she looks around. “And where’s your friend, may I ask?” Her smirk turns playful, pointy canines exposed at you. “Are you not taking care of her right now?”

“She’s not a child, right? She can take care of herself.” Although you play along in her game — repeating what she’d told you the day prior, you’re also quick to add. “Besides, she’s sleeping right now. Chaery always sleeps until late after a party.”

“Lucky her.” Ryujin whistles, and you agree. You wish you could sleep like your best friend, too. Not only did Chaeryeong often sleep until late at noon, but she’s also the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met, unlike yourself. You envy her ability to sleep through literally anything possible.

Yoona calls for you to get Ryujin’s order, which you quickly do. The dishes look impeccable once you place them on the table. Yoona never misses.

It wasn’t rare to have customers who came by themselves, with the desire to have a moment of peace and enjoy their meals. With that in mind, you motion to leave, leaving Ryujin alone to do just that. She surprises you by grabbing your hand, ever so gently.

“This one’s for you, actually.” She pushes the pancake plate in your direction, hand still holding on to yours. Her fingers trace gentle circles in your palm. “Would mind joining me? I hate to eat alone.”

Leaving you without words is, apparently, one of Ryujin’s many talents. Once again, you feel drawn to her, incapable of saying no. It’s something in her eyes, you suppose; the way she stares at you, attentive, from the moment you first met each other. She acknowledges every little detail about you, and most importantly, she listens. You didn’t know someone could understand you entirely like that — it’s both thrilling and scary, to know you’re so aligned.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You murmur, and she shakes her head, in a clear sign that you don’t.

The two of you eat, soon engaged in lively conversation. It’s a pleasant surprise, to know Ryujin is much more than a pretty, intimidating face: she’s smart, funny, and very attentive. You both enjoy the same books, and she’s respectful and mindful when sharing her perspective about topics you disagree on. Time flies, and you find yourself comfortable in her presence.

Getting you to talk about yourself is difficult — even Chaeryeong has to ask repeatedly to get information from you. You just can’t help it: being raised to be a discreet, private person has created the habit of bottling up your emotions, and hiding things until you couldn’t handle them anymore.

However, the words flow freely with Ryujin. You want to share about your life, your hobbies, the people you love… it’s just somewhat easy when it comes to her.

And she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Far from that, Ryujin drinks from you: acknowledging every little detail about yourself, enchanted and marveled.

You barely notice how quickly you’ve eaten breakfast, not even a small bite left. Ryujin is surprised, too, to not have noticed either. You’ve distracted her and knocked down her defenses without even meaning to do so.

“Okay, so I might’ve come here with a purpose…” She says, and you shake your head. Of course, she did. “In my defense, I found this on my bedside table, a little after you left, and it looked pretty fancy to just keep to myself.”

In her hands, there’s a cross necklace, shining in bright silver. Your fingers go to your neck unconsciously, in hopes of touching the one you kept with yourself at all times — only to hold on to the air, instead. You grasp, bile bundling up in your stomach at the thought of the hours you’ve spent without your precious necklace.

As soon as you reach out for it, Ryujin holds the jewelry away from your hands.

“May I?” She unclasps the lock, gesturing to where it should be rested.

You nod, eager to have your necklace back. Holding your hair away from your face, you turn around, waiting for her. Her breath is hot on the back of your neck, and for a moment, you think she might kiss you. Instead, she takes a step back, a proud look on her face as she runs her thumb against the bruises on your collarbone. “There. All done, angel.”

“Thank you.” The words that leave your mouth are sincere, and you can’t muster how grateful you truly are. “I… Thank you, really. This is so important to me. How can I repay you?”

No matter how much you might hate Rosé at the current moment, that necklace means everything to you. It reminds you of a time when things were less complicated. When you were too young to understand what was truly going on in your life, lost in the innocence of childhood.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ryujin brushes it off, getting up quickly. She drops some money on the table, definitely much more than what she’s ordered. “We’ll see each other soon. Bye, Y/n. You look beautiful, by the way.”

Just as fast as she appeared, Ryujin’s gone. Leaving you to wonder what’s underneath all that mysterious façade, you go back to your chores, unable to brush the raven-haired girl off from your thoughts.

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Rosé’s been having one hell of a week. Weeks, or even a month.

As if dealing with her family’s business wasn’t enough, with people constantly waiting for an opportunity to betray her and plan their downfall, this new gang that’s been stealing all her clients and supplies has been pissing her off in ways she didn’t deem possible. And now, she has your stupid feelings to worry about. God, you’re so damn sensitive it drives her crazy.

“Rosie?” Lisa’s voice reminds the woman she’s in the middle of a meeting — one she called herself. “What’s going on? You’ve been distracted ever since you walked through the door.”

“Yeah. This fucking sucks, but don’t fret too much. It’s not like we’ve not dealt with situations like those before. Those bitches will get what they deserve.” Jisoo says, in an attempt to soothe Rosé’s nerves. Her tone is excited — perhaps too much.

She’s always been a little masochist.

They’re right, which only makes Rosé more frustrated. She should be planning her revenge, not pouting over a stupid fight.

“I know, it’s just—“ She sighs. “Never mind. Let’s get this over with.”

They all nod, chatting vividly, but Rosé’s phone lights up before she’s able to join the conversation. There’s a message from an unknown number, which is unusual.

The content of it is what unsettles her the most. Her mouth dries and the air runs from her lungs as she stares at the image sent — A picture of you, boobs covered by someone’s arms and bare waist filled with bruises.

The message under it says Thank you for the guns and the snack. I’ll make sure to come back for more, later.

It doesn’t have a slight indication of who sent it, but Rosé doesn’t need a confirmation. She knows exactly who did.

“Jennie!” She screams, even though the girl is not far away from herself, sitting by the long table in the dining room. “Grab the stuff immediately. We’ll do this in my house, instead.” And so she turns, barging orders as she goes.

No one’s going to use her little sister as bait and live.

This newcomer might’ve had a few strikes of beginner's luck, but Rosé’s patience had run thin. She wouldn’t tolerate any insolences anymore, no.

She’ll have Ryujin’s head.

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MAST3R-LIST & INTRO!!

Hiii My Name is Ariana but Ari for short!!

not really new had two other accounts on here until i lost them but @itzyyyffffsss and @itzyffssss were my original account. If you want to give me ideas or just say hi go ahead I’m always open for anything!! i will also post “song of the week” this month, April and Maybe May so be looking forward to that!! i hope you all have fun with my writes and im always open to hearing suggestions, or just talking with you all!! Have a lovely Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!!

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KPOP GROUPS (GIRL GROUPS ONLY!)

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•G-IDLE

•LE SSERAFIM

•KARD (Jiwoo and Somin)

•BLACKPINK

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who i will accept for male groups if wanted!

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Easy | Felix | Easy to Expert (1)

Lee Yongbok (Felix - Stray Kιds)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5k

Pairing: Felix x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, Biting, One Singular Spank, He Gets a Bit Rough, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! Don't do what they do.)

Summary: In which you can't normally get off and Felix doesn't like this one bit.

Author's Note: Imagine trying to write something like this with a straight face because you are at your uncle's house in the living room with everyone else there and you can't go anywhere else...

Also your friend's name is Yuna here and she's not a reference to any idol or anything, this was just the name that came to mind.

-> Part 2 <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"He had the stamina of a work horse; I thought I was going to die."

"Really?" You weren't convinced.

"No, seriously. I had never came that many times in one session." Your friend shook her head and you blinked. You watched her take a swig of beer and you took another bite of chicken.

"You started without us?" Someone whined behind you, and you turned to see Jisung and Minho coming up to your table. The younger man pouted as he sat down in the empty chair next to you while Minho sat on his other side.

"You guys are half an hour late." Yuna sneered at them, waving a drumstick aggressively.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked.

"Seungmin can't make it, Jeongin is sick. Chan and Changbin are on their way from the studio. Felix and Hyunjin just left campus after dance practice." Minho listed off, waving his hand up to get the auntie's attention to get beer.

"Is Jinnie going to shower first? Poor thing looks like he fell in a pond after dance practice." Yuna bounced a bit as she talked since the waitress brought over the order of Tteokbokki you had ordered.

"That's why they're late." Jisung spoke around a mouthful.

"Anyway, he ended up breaking up with me because I apparently wasn't enough for his libido." Yuna continued her story despite the fact two of the boys had arrived and Chan and Changbin were arriving.

"Woah, what?" Chan laughed setting his bag down next to her and the other man sat across from Minho.

"Is this the same guy who said he wished he had two dicks to fuck twice as much?" Changbin asked as you watched his shirt tighten over his chest as he took his jacket off. Everything he wore was so tight…You were taken out of your zone-out when he scoffed, "My eyes are up here (Y/N)." Everyone laughed at you and your face tingled a bit, you took a sip of beer not meeting his eyes.

"Wait, what?" Chan asked again and Yuna rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. I think he was possessed by a sex demon or something, geez."

"Who are we talking about?" The oldest man asked. Yuna then recapped everything she had told you to Chan who stared blankly at her the whole time.

"Okay, way more than I ever needed to know." He shook his head and grabbed his chopsticks.

"You don't even know the half of it." Changbin huffed and the other girl gasped dramatically.

"You asked me to tell you most of it!"

"Not everything! I really didn't care about who you did everything with first, that was a long ass list."

"A list of asses?" Minho seemed to tune in at a very specific time.

"Do I want to know?" A new voice groaned as Hyunjin sat at the end of the table. Felix came around to the other end near you and took a seat.

"Yuna is sharing WAY too much again." Jisung's eyes got big to emphasize his point.

"Well, this started because (Y/N)-"

"NO!" You almost leaped across the table to shut her up. That unfortunately made the boys all the more curious and it was getting steadily louder as they urged you to share. If not but to spare the rest of the patrons and workers, you finally relented.

"I just told her that I didn't see too much point in rushing into sex in a relationship because I don't get much out of it." You didn't look at anyone, just cast a glare at Yuna, then back at your beer bottle.

"Well, you need to find someone else then." Minho told you matter-of-factly.

"It doesn’t matter, and it's not like partners haven't tried…I just can't…I-I can't finish…" You mumbled the last part, and it went deathly silent. You could feel the eyes on you but for some reason, the ones to your left were burning. Glancing up to meet Felix's stare, you're startled by his expression. He looked…intense. You shifted under his gaze. He knew you liked him, and you knew he liked you, but not much had come of it. You two kissed briefly a few weeks ago but it was interrupted, and it hadn’t happened since.

"Wait, seriously? Have you ever?" Chan asked, he had stopped eating. This was serious to him.

"Yeah, but it took forever. I had to do it myself and it wasn't easy." You shrugged. Because of this fact you hadn't had very many sexual encounters or partners. It’s just frustrating when nothing ever came of it.

"So that's when I told her that my last boyfriend might be able to do it since he got me off like six times at once." Yuna explained as she shoved more food in her mouth.

"Did you ex ever do it?" Jisung asked and you nodded.

"Once." That wasn't why you had broken up; he had moved away for work and long distance didn't work too well so you drifted apart.

"Have I ever told you guys about my college roommate's girlfriend?" Hyunjin cut in and quickly everyone was diverted over to his story of the fact that this girl was not loyal by any means. And neither was her boyfriend. Unfortunately for Hyunjin, he was both of their type and he ended up having to switch rooms. The night continued and as more food was eaten, more alcohol was consumed. The rowdiness became too much, and you were more or less kicked out. Yuna was drunk and Changbin promised to get her home in one piece, so he left with her on his back. Chan, Jisung, and Hyunjin followed suit since they all were going to the same place, and you were left with Minho and Felix.

"I'll walk her home. Go check on Jeongin, he might be asleep already but he's not texting back." Felix told the older man who nodded and said goodbye so you two were left alone. You had only one beer that night and Felix didn't even finish his, so you were not even tipsy.

"I-I can get home okay, I didn't drink much." You tried to wave him off.

"It’s okay. Just because you're sober doesn't mean I should let you go alone." He smiled softly and you internally gushed over how pretty he was.

"Thanks." Beginning to head in the opposite direction of everyone else, you two walked in silence for most of the time, but it was companionable. In your head you just kept replaying the small kiss from a few weeks before, not really sure why you were looping on it. When you got to your building, you expected him to leave you at the door, but he opened the door for you and led you toward the elevator.

"D-Do you want to come in? I have some cheesecake left that I can't finish on my own…" You couldn't meet his gaze as you waited for the elevator.

"Sure, thanks." His deep voice was so warming, and you wondered what it would sound like whispering in your ear. You shook your head to clear the thought and got in the lift to get to your floor. Keying in your pin code, the door chimed, and you let him into your apartment. You lived alone and so your place had some clutter about. You hung your coat and bag up, changed to slippers, then moved to clear the papers and pens off the couch. After moving the stuff into a more organized pile on the coffee table, you stood and turned to go to the kitchen, but instead ran into Felix's chest. He was wearing a grey turtleneck that was way tighter than you though it would be on him. His sleeves were already rolled up to his elbows and his hand moved to steady you when you stumbled in surprise at his proximity. Compared to other men, he wasn't very tall, but he was still quite a bit taller than you. When the hands that steadied you moved from your arms to your waist, you were pulled to him even closer. Your breath hitched and your hands instinctually gripped the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders. When your eyes met, he leaned in and as his lips hovered over yours, his deep voice rumbled through you.

"Can I?"

"Y-yes." Your hands moved to rest closer to his neck and he kissed you. This one was different than before. Last time was chaste and soft, but this was growing heated fast. Felix tilted his head more and licked at your bottom lip prompting you to open your mouth. You moaned softly as his tongue invaded your mouth and when he groaned back it was like thunder shook you. Reluctantly, you let him pull away so you both could take a breather.

"Was what you said true? You really can't cum?"

"M-most of the time." It was embarrassing to talk about it in front of everyone, but for some reason it seemed like Felix took it personally.

"Hm. If you let me, I might be able to help." He leaned down some to say this right into your ear, then he sucked on your ear lobe. You shuddered and tilted your head to let him get better access to your neck. He laid searing kisses along your skin, and you swallowed hard.

"O-okay." You were a bit reluctant since it hadn't worked well before. At the same time, he was turning you on way faster than anyone or anything else before. You were not blind, or deaf, he was incredibly attractive, and you would be stupid to say no. Felix's lips pulled into a smile against your throat and he sucked on that spot hard, his teeth digging in slightly. You moaned louder than you meant to, and he could feel your throat vibrate as you did. Not realizing he could pull you closer, when he did you felt him hard against your stomach. His lips moved from your neck, which now had at least three bruises on it, back to your mouth and he dominated the kiss, taking complete control. Finally, to gain more oxygen, he pulled away from you and your head was swimming. He could sense that you were dazed, so he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, carrying you to your room. Setting you down at the end of your bed, he kneeled before you, the look on his face shocked you. You were expecting a fire there, lust, but it was so warm and soft, and you weren't sure how to react.

"I'm doing this because I like you so much. I hate that no one's made you feel good like you deserve. But at the same time…" The hand on your waist dug into your flesh and his expression sharpened, "I want to be able to say I'm the only one that can say he did. Easy." His confession made your walls clench around nothing.

"Will you let me?" Felix asked.

"Of…of course. I like you too-" He cut you off with another devouring kiss and his hands wandered under your sweater and helped you take it off. If you had known this was going to happen, you wouldn't have worn such a plain set of underwear. As the make-out session continued he also removed your socks and pants and he finally pulled back to take his own clothes off. You watched with rapt attention as his turtleneck came off, and…damn. Felix was way more ripped than you thought he would be. Not quite to the level of Chan or Changbin…You were even more enthralled as he took his belt off and undid his jeans to let them fall. His hard cock was straining against the black fabric of his tight briefs, but he left them on as he kneeled before you again. He stood as high as he could on his knees, making him eye level with you.

"Can I?" He reached around your back, and you nodded so he could unhook your plain nude bra. As he took it off, he gently bumped his forehead against yours and flashed a smile.

"You're so pretty." He cooed and you huffed, looking away in embarrassment.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black." You mumbled and he giggled. Felix laid a soft kiss on your lips then began to move down. To your neck, collarbone, sternum, then down your right breast where he latched his mouth around your nipple. You exhaled and let him do what he wanted. He didn't garner much of a reaction, but it felt better than it normally did. He hummed in thought and then he laved his tongue around the peak of your breast, then his teeth slightly dug in, and you gasped. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smile, and he sucked hard on your nipple again and your skin tingled. Goosebumps rose on your arms, and he pulled away with a pop and moved to do the same to the other side. Your breathing was getting a bit heavier and as he pulled away from your chest, he pressed his hand on your sternum, telling you to lay back. You did so and as you did; he straight up bit your left breast on the swell of the flesh. This pulled a surprised moan from you, and he smirked, pulling back.

"You left a mark!" You scoffed and he laughed, "You're going to end up with a lot more, love." You gaped at him and before you could answer, his mouth was back on you, kissing over your ribs. You sighed and he moved down to your belly button, then licked a path up to under your breasts. His actions heated your skin, and he moved back down to the waistband of your panties.

"You okay with this?" His fingers had slipped under the fabric to run along your butt, his face close to your covered pussy. He could smell your arousal already and couldn't wait to bury his tongue inside you.

"Yes. How about I tell you if I'm not and you just do whatever you want." You finally told him. You loved that he asked and made sure, but you just wanted him to keep going.

"Whatever I want?" He whispered to himself, and his intense gaze met yours.

"Are you sure, love?"

"Y-yes." You felt like a small furry creature about to be devoured by a tiger.

"Hm." He smirked and his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, dragging you to the end of the bed. Felix pressed his face into your covered cunt and licked at your clit through the fabric. You twitched a bit, but not enough for his liking. He clicked his tongue and instead of pulling your panties off, he tore them off. The side hem was fraying a bit and it allowed him to rip the fabric and he tossed the remnant away. You would have complained if it was a nicer pair. The display of strength was incredibly attractive. Once again, Felix's hands gripped your ass, hauling you closer and immediately shoved his tongue into your cunt. You exhaled harshly, laying back. It was if he was a man lost in the desert and you an oasis. He was practically drinking from you, devouring you. His nose bumped your clit as his tongue reached as deep as he could get it. You grunted slightly, surprised at how good it felt. He noticed that every time the tip of his nose hit your button that you flinched very slightly. Removing his face from between your legs for a moment, he took his thumbs and spread you open, and you squealed. It was embarrassing, but you didn't say anything, so he kept going, smirking as you covered your face. Licking another stripe from your core to your clit, he sealed his lips around the little bud and sucked as hard as he could. Your hips jumped slightly, and your breathing picked up, but it wasn't enough yet. Furrowing his brow, he pulled back again, tipping his head. If he wasn't doing what he was it would have been rather cute. He had one more trick up his sleeve. He took his thumb once again and rubbed a circle over your clit to see how you reacted. Glancing up he pushed harder against it to fully expose it, then he leaned forward to suck again. It was a stronger feeling than before and it made your hips jump again but then he did something unexpected, he placed your clit between his teeth and bit down a bit.

"Fuck!" You twitched hard, he wrapped his arm around your hips to hold them down, then he sucked again and gave another little nibble.

"F-Felix-" You gasped, and you were getting close. It was a different feeling than even the few times before. As he abused your poor little clit, he quickly inserted two fingers in your rapidly wetting cunt. This made you gasp again, and he could feel how tight you would be, but he was figuring out you needed a little bit of pain. Once more, he nibbled down, and at the same time he crooked his fingers up hard against your sweet spot and you fell apart. You saw white, you had never felt anything to that extent before. You had slammed your hand over your mouth, but he could still hear you nearly scream out a moan and he smiled cockily; your pussy walls clenched hard around his fingers and cum spurted out of your cunt. He held your hips down, feeling the muscles twitch and spasm. It seemed like it lasted forever and when you finally came down, you were panting hard. He kneeled straighter, pulling his fingers out of you, and noted that you had draped your arm over your eyes, and he couldn't tell if there were tears or sweat flowing down your cheeks. As he stood, Felix licked his fingers clean, and he kneeled over you some and pried your arm from your face. You looked dazed, and he still couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.

"You did so good, love." He stroked the hairs back that were stuck to your forehead.

"How the actual fuck did you do that?" You gaped and he guffawed.

"It seems you like it to hurt a bit?"

"Hurt? It didn’t?" You seemed genuinely confused. Were you really that insensitive? With how tight your cunt was around his fingers he thought for sure it would have stung a bit. Most of the time getting bit somewhere that tender would hurt some even if it felt good.

"Interesting…" He thought for a second then looked back down at you.

"Do you wanna keep going?" Felix brushed a drop of the moisture from your cheek and you glanced at him.

"Why wouldn't I?" He huffed at that.

"You look like you just ran a marathon."

"Felix, if you can make me come, I'm going to let you do it as many times as possible." You deadpanned and his shocked expression softened, and he hummed. He bent over and kissed your forehead gently. His hand grabbed yours and he brought your knuckles to his lips so he could press another kiss there.

"(Y/N), I just want you to know, that I really like you, and I want to just hold you and love you all night." He admitted and your heart began to thud.

"But I think what you need is to be fucked senseless." His voice deepened even further, and his gaze sharpened. Your heart raced even more, and it seemed he was waiting for permission.

"Oh, god, please." You said quickly and he chuckled.

"Scoot up." He kissed your hand once more then let go and he got off the bed, letting you do as he requested. He went and turned your lamp on and shut the big overhead light off. He came over as you pulled your nightstand drawer open to make sure you did have condoms and that they weren't expired.

"What's this?" He had stopped next to you as you grabbed the box and his hand reached in a grabbed something else.

"Oh, uh-" Before you could answer he opened the box. He knew what it was before he asked. Inside there was a series of sex toys and it seemed none of them could do the trick. Bullet vibrator, one looked like a rose with suction, there was a rabbit vibrator, but the one that shocked him the most was the butt plug. It vibrated too and the plastic still hadn't been taken off of the box.

"Woah." He teased, pulling it out and you groaned.

"Haven't tried it?"

"I…Nothing else worked so I figured it was worth a try but I got nervous…"

"Hmm." He was thinking something, and you weren't sure you liked the look on his face.

"Another time." He shook his head and dropped it back in the box and put it in the drawer again and took the condom box from you.

"Hm." He hummed again and you shot him a look.

"What?"

"Have you tried anything with like ribbing or whatever?"

"Yes…didn't do jack. Even did the ones with like warming lube and stuff."

"…I have an idea but only if you're okay with it?"

"What?"

"I know it’s good to be double sure, but you're on the pill, yeah?"

"Yes."

"It seems you have trouble feeling stuff there, you would probably feel more without this." He rattled the box. He had a point, the only reason you used both was for security.

"We can get the morning after thing if you want-"

"That's fine." He seemed to know what he was doing, and you weren't overly worried about it.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Felix." You assured and he nodded, dropping the box back into the drawer, "They're the wrong size anyway." He muttered that to himself, but you caught it. Closing the drawer, he crawled back onto the bed and kneeled at your feet, then cast you a look. You nodded and he pulled your knees apart and for some reason it was still embarrassing even though his tongue had literally been inside you. You were neither a virgin nor a prude, but for some reason, since it was Felix, it felt different.

"Relax, love." He smiled, pressing his lips to yours again and his tongue slipped into your mouth. You whined when he pulled back and he chuckled, then maneuvered and removed his underwear and threw them somewhere.

"Fuck." You whined and you wanted him in your mouth.

"This is about you, love, not me." He pinched your nose, able to tell what you were thinking from the expression on your face.

"Fine." You pouted and his fingers went back to your cunt and gathered the wetness there and you watched as he stroked himself to get ready. What the fuck was he fed that despite his small size his cock was that big? Whatever it was also probably made his voice as deep as it was as well.

"Ready? I'm going to be rough with you." He warned, his sharp gaze rehardened, the softness still there underneath.

"Please." You let him just grab you, he spread your legs open wide, a slight burn in your hamstrings. There was very little time between the head of his cock meeting your cunt and him burying all the way to the hilt. It took your breath away and he grunted at how tight your hot core felt around him. He had honestly never had sex without a condom before either. After being inside your wet heat with no barrier, he didn't think he could ever do anything but, especially since he planned on being with you longer than he consciously realized. You were shivering at the sensation, his hot flesh searing through you, spreading you open so much so instantly. It stung some but it felt better than any other time and you weren't sure if it was because he was fucking you raw or that he was that big. You didn't even want to know how much bigger Chan supposedly was. He contemplated letting you get used to him, but Felix was losing control fast, and it seemed like you liked it rough. His hands on your thighs spreading them open gripped the flesh, easily swinging your legs up so he folded you in half, your knees at your ears.

"Hold on, love." Using his dancing skills, he snapped his hips as hard as he could, and your next orgasm hit you. If you whited out before, you practically blacked out that time. It was like water rushed over your head, your rapid pulse thudding in your ears, your blood audibly racing. He grunted and you could barely hear it through the ringing in your ears and he dug his fingers hard into the flesh of your thighs to hold back his own orgasm. Your walls were hugging his cock so tight, and you were practically gushing around him. He hoped that he had pulled some kind of seal off of you, and that he could get you to fall apart over and over and over. He wanted to be the one that could say he fucked you stupid and that no one could ever finish you simply because they weren't him. His ego shot through the roof, and he wanted to ruin you. When he first thought of going through with this, the plan was to show you how much he loved you, what you meant to him. But he had no idea what you liked and what would finally get you off. If you needed rough, he would do it. Looping his thoughts to keep distracted from the vice of your cunt, he finally felt you relax, and you nearly went boneless, your legs in his grip losing all strength. You were heaving for air again, not sure which way was up or down, how old you were, or even your own name. All you could think of was Felix.

"No!" You yiped as he pulled out, but he rolled you over onto your stomach, hauled your hips up, your face buried in the pillow and he buried his cock back into your needy pussy, making you white knuckled the sheets. He began a truly relentless pace, and it was the best thing anyone had ever done to you.

"You like my cock, love?"

"Fuck, yes!" You managed to get out, each thrust made you silently scream, forming words became nearly impossible. Maybe the fact that he got you to orgasm allowed you to be more sensitive; then maybe because you had tried for so hard for so long with no success, your body could finally let go. Felix had the key to not only your heart, it seemed, but your cunt as well.

Leaning forward, he gripped the frame of your bed for leverage and kept his thrusts just as hard but extremely shallow. The fat head of his cock beat against your back walls so hard that you were sure they would forever be molded to only him. You felt another climax rising and your own hands scrambled to grip the wooden rods of your bed frame as well.

"F-Felix!" You managed to get out and you watched one of his hands leave the frame above you, and he smacked your right ass cheek and upper thigh hard, and you fell over the edge again. This time, he couldn't hold back either, and he fucked as deep into you as he could and filled your womb with his cum. That sensation made your climax flare to max again even though it had begun to dissipate, and your fluttering canal helped him ride out his own orgasm. You thanked the Lord birth control existed because you never wanted him to cum anywhere but inside after that. As you both caught your breath, he slowly pulled out of you and the adrenaline left you and now you were sore. Your clit, your pussy, where he had smacked you, everything. You didn't think you would be able to walk tomorrow. When he had fully withdrew, your hips slumped down and you flopped flat onto the bed, not able to move.

"Hold on, love." He leaned over you and kissed your hot cheek, covered in tears from the intensity of what he just reeked on you. You felt him wipe your used cunt off with a towel and you whined when he moved you to pull the blanket out from under you. He made a note to remove the comforter before fucking you on the bed again, because he sure was planning on doing it again.

"You're fine, pretty girl." He chuckled and crawled into bed with you. He shut the lamp off and the room was cast in shadow before your eyes got used to the dull light of the streetlights behind the curtain. Getting settled, he saw you had laid on your side already, the only way you could fall asleep. Smiling he curled around you, wiggling his arm under your head and wrapped his other around your middle. He rested his hand on your tummy, holding you close. He had to be careful, your cute little butt pressed against his now-covered groin was enough on its own to get him riled back up. The arm under your head bent so his hand could rest on your forehead, and he kissed the back of your head.

"Goodnight, love." Felix hugged you as close as possible, loving being your big spoon.

"I won’t be able to walk tomorrow." You mumbled and buried his nose in your hair and smiled smugly.

"If you can I won’t have done my job right."

"Thank you, 'Lix."

"Of course, sweet." Another kiss to your head.

"Go to sleep. I'll take care of you tomorrow. And every day after that you'll have me." His deep but quiet voice rumbled next to your ear, and you linked your fingers with his on the hand on your stomach.

"I'll have you always, Felix."

"Good, because you're stuck with me now."

-> Part 2 <-

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | twenty.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.5k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, time jump!, surprise bday celebration for jisung, alcohol consumption/intoxication, just good times and good vibes honestly, san & minho have a moment, mentions of a death anniversary, flashback scene towards the end

▹ A YEAR AND A HALF LATER ..

"Hey." You pick up the phone as Chan continues to drive off to the store. "Yeah, I'm getting them with Chan right now— you have the cake ready, right?— Minho, what do you mean you don't know if it's ready?"

"What?" Chan mouths out while letting out a small chuckle in the driver's seat. You give him a look before shrugging.

"I mean, as long as it looks good and it's edible? Ji will love it either way— we don't really have time to remake it— mm, okay—yeah, I'll try— mmkay." Chan continues to eavesdrop on the conversation until you finally end the call and let out a sigh.

"What happened this time?"

"Minho is being too much of a perfectionist over his cake. It's done but he doesn't like the way it turned out. He's contemplating on re-doing the whole thing."

"Uh." Chan looks at the clock on the dashboard. "He definitely needs to do that now or else he won't make it in time for the surprise."

"I told him I'm sure it'll be fine, but he won't let it go." You shake his head. "I guess if he really wants to make it work, he will."

"What's new? I'm not even surprised he's doing this." Chan laughs as he pulls into the store's lot. Today was Jisung's birthday, and you and your friends decided to throw him a surprise party at a nearby restaurant and bar. Many people were invited, including his parents, Yuna and Yeong-Su, close coworkers, JJ, San and their friends. All in all, it was supposed to be a big gathering to celebrate your bestfriend's birthday.

Tonight, it was all about good people, good vibes and a good times.

Seungmin had lied and told Jisung he needed his help with an urgent project at work— dragging him to the office even though Ji protested and whined about it being his birthday. Though, in true Jisung form, when a friend calls for help, he goes. So, Seungmin is currently keeping him at the office until everyone arrives and everything is set up. What project Seungmin ended up getting Jisung wrapped into, you weren't sure.

As long as it worked.

Right now, you and Chan were headed to the store to pick up the balloons and decorations, while Minho was at the café working on perfecting Jisung's cake. You've already come to know how much of a perfectionist Minho is, especially with his craft. You've seen the little tantrums he's pulled and the things he does when he isn't satisfied with his work. You aren't entirely surprised he's scraping the whole thing right before the party— you are more worried about whether he'll make it in time or not.

"I guess if all else fails, we can just have Seungmin keep him at the office until it's ready?"

"Yeah. But, he's gonna get suspicious."

"He'll be alright." You laugh a bit. Once you and Chan arrive at the shop, you gather the balloons that you've ordered at the front— Chan carefully holding the large order of balloons, while you help the staff member who is assisting you with carrying the stands you custom-ordered to go with Jisung's birthday backdrop. Loading the balloons into your uncle's old van was a challenge, but you shared a few laughs with Chan when the both of you tried adjusting the balloons in a certain position— popping a few in the middle of doing so.

"I mean, it honestly doesn't even look like we lost a few." Chan steps back to look at the balloons and you nod.

"You're right. It'll be fine." You shrug it off. "The backdrop will be the center of attention anyway." You hop into the car, Chan wasting no time to make his way over to the restaurant.

"When did you make those?"

"The backdrop and cut outs?" You look at him. "A few days ago. With my uncle's help."

"They're really nice."

"Want me to make some for your birthday?"

"Please?" You laugh and nod.

"Okay, Channie."

"Your uncle's van is bringing back memories. I didn't realize he still had it."

"Oh yeah, he refuses to sell it. Says it's still in really good shape and he could keep it around in case of emergency."

"Good times." Chan quickly looks over at you before shifting his attention back to the road. "Remember when Jisung told you about the times you went home for the weekend, and we used to come down and bother you?" You chuckle.

"Yes."

"We'd do it to see you, don't get us wrong. But we knew your uncle would take us to get ice cream at the shop and cook for us. His cooking is amazing. Can't ever turn that down for the school's food." He does a slight head tilt as he pulls into the restaurant's lot. "Wish we could go back to the good ol' days, you know? Simple times."

"You're telling me."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"How have you been feeling lately? If you don't wanna answer, that's totally fine too. You can tell me to fuck off and I won't feel offended." You chuckle.

"Good. Really good." Chan smiles as he turns down the street, the restaurant coming into view in the distance.

"Yeah? I'm glad."

"Mhm. I just feel.. happier."

"As you should." He clears his throat. "Can I ask you something else? You can really tell me to fuck off with this one if you need to." You laugh and shake your head.

"Try me."

"How do you feel about Minho after all this time has passed?"

"Hm." You hum. "I feel.. relaxed." You look at Chan. "It doesn't feel like something is weighing down on my shoulders anymore, especially since I've gotten my chance to take everything in and slowly make peace with it."

"That's good. I'm glad."

"Mmyeah. But, you know, I think we're perfect the way we are." You shrug. "I don't wanna rush or ruin anything. We just feel better letting things be as they should be. He feels like my bestfriend again.

"I get that. I'm happy you feel that way, Y/N."

"I am too." You say. He turns into the lot of the restaurant, pulling up to the entrance before putting on the hazard lights.

"Alright, well. Let me run in and let them know we're just gonna unload everything real quick." You nod, unbuckling your seatbelt when Chan runs inside the restaurant to give them a heads up.

You begin to unload most of the decorations and balloons, leaving heavier items for Chan to haul upstairs to the room you and your friends reserved. The room could sit a good amount of people if necessary, a huge tv screwed onto the back wall for all your karaoke needs. Though tonight was going to be a good group, it still gave you enough room to decorate off to the side. Once everything had been moved from the van to the room, you begin to rearrange things; having Chan help move the tables and backdrop to your liking while setting up the balloons alongside of him. By the time you finish, Yuna and Yeong-Su come strolling in, setting their things on one of the tables.

"I'm here! What can I help with?" Yuna smiles, making you squeal as you hug her and Yeong-Su tightly.

"Might need help adding these in between the balloons." You hand her some decorations and she happily takes it. "Thank you."

"Anything for you! This looks amazing already, Jisung is so lucky to have you guys. For real." You and Chan laugh and nod in agreement.

Sooner or later, more people begin to trickle in— starting with Jisung's parents, some of Jisung's close coworkers, San and JJ's friends, then Minho and JJ. Uncle Adrian shoots you a text to let you know that he'll stop by a bit after he finishes up with work, while Seungmin asks if everyone is ready.

"I think Seungmin is texting our separate group chat." Minho says, making sure the cake is sitting perfectly in the middle of the dessert table.

"I got it." You pull out your phone.

seungmin: everyone there? i'm running out of things to stall him with 😞 plus, he's working my last nerve

you: haha yes, everyone's here. you can come now!

seungmin: sweet. 15 mins tops.

So, all of you continue to hang out and chat around until Seungmin finally texts that he's just parked and about to head upstairs with Jisung. The room gets incredibly quiet, everyone afraid to take a breath as you all wait for Jisung to step through the room. You fiddle with your fingers when you hear footsteps getting a louder right outside in the hallway— Jisung immediately sliding the door open, eyes wide while he screams in fear.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" Everyone yells loudly in their own way.

"What the fuck!" He screams, almost tripping and twisting his ankle when he steps back. "Ouch, fuck!" He continues to freak out, his eyes bulging out of its sockets. You laugh when you realize Ji is trying to make sense of what's happening, his expression mixed with utter confusion. "What is this?"

"Your birthday celebration, what do you mean?" You come to him and give him a hug, gently rubbing his back before pushing him forward into the room.

"All for me?" He questions even though he's already greeting his family and friends around the room.

"Yes!" You laugh while he points at the backdrop and balloons.

"Mine too?" You nod before Jisung points to the cake and looks at Minho. "You made that for me?"

"Yeah. Let me know which card I can charge it to." You playfully hit Minho on the chest and he laughs. "I'm kidding! Yes, I made that for you. I put my soul into that, so I hope you like it." Jisung smiles.

"He actually.. re-did the cake because he didn't like how the first one turned out this morning." You say. Jisung pulls the both of you in a tight hug.

"You guys are the best." He pulls back before reaching over for Seungmin and Chan again.

"You're welcome, pachi."

"Let's eat!" Chan rubs his tummy. "I'm hungry. Plus, we have a whole night of karaoke ahead of us."

"Sick! You're right." Jisung plops on a chair next to his family members. "I could eat."

The staff members are off to the side, ready to take orders from the separate tables. Once everyone settles, they start going around to begin with drink orders— many ordering bottles of soju and beer to get to a good level tonight. You sit in between Chan and Minho, going through the menu as you voice out what you want to Chan. He takes charge of ordering on behalf of the table, making sure every bit of Jisung's wishes are included. As soon as the alcohol and appetizers come out, everyone wastes no time getting started and digging in. Mid-way through, Jisung stands from his seat while obnoxiously tapping away at his glass— calling for everyone's attention in the room.

"Hey! One second, please?" He says loudly. "I just wanna say a few things!"

"Boo!" Seungmin teases, making Chan nudge him to be quiet.

"Yeah, whatever." Jisung flips off Seungmin, his mom tugging on the hem of his shirt as a way to silently scold him. "He did it first!" Seungmin laughs. "Anyway, I just wanna say thank you to everyone for coming out tonight to celebrate my birthday with me." He turns to you, Minho, Chan and Seungmin. "And a big thanks to my bestfriends for planning and getting this whole thing together. Really have so much love for you guys. Through thick and thin." He raises his shot glass full of soju up.

"Happy birthday, Ji." Minho is the first to break the silence and raise his glass, everyone else chiming in afterwards with a loud 'cheers!' echoing in the room.

It's not long before everyone is grubbing down, with lots of good food to go around. Uncle Adrian finally arrives, taking his seat next to Yeong-su and Minho. Minho helps serve you some food from time to time, leaning over to ask you if you need anything. Everyone seems to be tipsy while enjoying their food, and you're happy to see that Jisung is in good spirits.

That's all you wanted.

When dinner is over, the staff quickly cleans up while the group takes pictures near the backdrop and Minho cuts the cake into even pieces. You all loudly sing happy birthday to Jisung and cause a racket before Minho offers cake slices— shyly brushing off the compliments he gets even though his ears turn a bright red.

Finally, karaoke kicks off with a loud and cheerful introduction song from Jisung and Chan. Everyone has continued to drink throughout the night [besides the designated drivers], leaving most to be drunk. For the most part, everything is fun. Lively. Entertaining.

Happy.

And it takes you a moment to fully take it in, to take everything in. Uncle Adrian is enjoying himself with Jisung's parents. Your bestfriends are singing along and supporting each other on the mic. It's exactly how you pictured this night to turn out.

All good vibes.

Like there isn't a cloud in sight, like there isn't a sudden storm threatening to take over.

Finally, it all feels genuinely good.

Real.

And the thought is enough to overwhelm you because boy, have you been waiting for this moment; for the universe to give you some kind of confirmation that things will be okay from here on out. You silently excuse yourself and slip out of the room, heading straight for the rooftop patio that the restaurant gives its customers access to enjoy. You slowly breathe in the air and take steps to the railing, letting your hands hang loosely over the edge as you take in the view.

Everything felt so overwhelmingly beautiful tonight, and for some reason, it makes you long for more comfort, more love. It makes you long for your mother because you wish she could be here to see you and your friends, to see how far you've come.

You miss her, and it's the last piece left that could finally close this chapter for good and push you forward into the next part of your life.

"W-where's Y/N?" Minho hiccups, downing the last of his beer.

"I'm not sure, she walked out not too long ago, but I assumed she was going to the bathroom." Seungmin looks at the doorway. "Do you want me to find her?"

"It's good. I'll go look."

"Are you okay to?" Seungmin chuckles at how tipsy Minho is.

"Yeah, I'm good." He gives Seungmin a pursed smile before heading outside, exploring the first floor from the second floor. He doesn't see you in general, main area of the restaurant, and he's not sure why you would be there. He takes another path towards the rooftop patio.

To his relief, that's where he finds you.

You're peacefully standing at the railing, looking at the city view under the night sky. You look so content and peaceful that Minho isn't sure if he even wants to bother you. But, before he can even think twice, he finds himself taking the steps over— already eager to make sure that you're doing okay.

"Hey. You okay?" Minho comes to your side as you hang over the balcony railing with everyone having fun in the room below you.

"Yeah." You look at him with a small smile before returning your attention to the view. You can somewhat hear the muffled sounds of everyone singing loudly together to the karaoke downstairs, surely with cups in hand while they sip in between verses.

"You don't wanna sing?" Minho looks at you with hooded lids, clearly somewhat intoxicated from the alcohol they've downed in the past hours.

"Maybe later. Why don't you sing? You have a voice."

"I'm shy." You chuckle and sip on your soda. "I've been meaning to come out here to enjoy the view."

"Mm, it really is nice, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. It's perfect tonight, too. Barely any clouds in sight."

"You're not cold?"

"No, I'm alright." You chuckle. "How are you doing there, champ?"

"I'm a few drinks in and pretty tipsy, but we're good."

"Good thing JJ's here, huh?"

"Mhm. Thank god." You let out a small giggle before looking back out at the view. It's quiet for a minute, but it's a comfortable silence. And it feels nice to be this way around Minho again. It took some time for you to get used to things after everything happened, but Minho never pressured you and let you gradually come back on your own terms, at your own comfort. He, of course, continued to keep a good distance. Though, it has been hard for him to. He still gets sudden urges to brush the hair away from your face, to swing his arm around your shoulder, to kiss you on the forehead.

But, he lets it pass. Because after all the fuck-ups he's made, after all the shit he's put you and your friends through, he wants to take this chance to show you better.

To be your bestfriend above anything.

To prioritize you and stop neglecting you, your needs.

To bring back the gold that you hold in your eyes.

"Minho."

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Actually, I think this might be the wrong time to do this." You look at him and smirk. "You're tipsy."

"Kinda, yeah." You snort. "But, try me."

"I wanna see my mom." Minho slowly nods and looks out at the view. "Her death anniversary is coming up, and I wanna see her."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am." You give him a tiny, pursed smile. "I'm ready. Do you think you can bring me to her?"

"Yeah." He responds softly. "We can go. Just let me know if you're sure."

"There's something else."

"Hm?"

"I think—" You let out a shaky breath. "I think I wanna see my childhood home, too."

"Oh." Minho looks at you. "Are you 100% sure about that?"

"It'll help give me closure." He nods. "I guess? I see the pictures but I can't help but continue to wonder what life was really like in that home. I wish I could remember."

"I understand." Minho clears his throat. "Mm, yeah. I can do that for you."

"Really?"

"Mhm." He lets out a small sigh. "Just promise me you'll be okay?"

"I will be. I need to do this and just.. move on."

"Okay." Minho gently nudges you with a small smile. "I know it isn't too cold, and it's super nice to be away from loud, drunk people." You chuckle and shake your head. "But, do you wanna head in? I'm sure Jisung, Chan and Seungmin are looking for you."

"Yeah, we can head in." Minho taps the railing. Before he could fully turn around, you place your hand on his arm— gently forcing him to stop in his tracks. "Wait, Minho."

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"It is. But, I just wanna say thank you. For agreeing to take me."

"Y/N, it's not a problem. I'll do anything for you, whatever it is." You wrap your arms around his neck to give him a tight, meaningful hug. You breathe in his scent, taking in every bit of him, when he wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a gentle squeeze.

"I appreciate it a lot." You say softly before pulling away. You give him a tiny smile with a curt nod before heading back towards the karaoke room— Minho trailing behind you with his hands dug deep into his pockets. You take another pause before turning back to him, noticing that Minho's eyes have never left you. "You know, tonight went really well. I think we make a good team." Minho licks at his lips.

"Y-yeah." He nods. "Yeah, we do. We always do." Suddenly, you hear someone else come up to the patio, causing you to shift your attention towards the stairs. San stands there, awkwardly cracking his knuckles as he lets out a small chuckle.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just wanted to see if you were okay, plus get some air." He points up.

"I'm good. Thanks, Sannie." You give him a tiny, toothless smile. "We were heading back inside—"

"Actually, Y/N you can head in first. I'll meet you there." Minho says, hands still in his pockets, eyes landing on San.

"O-oh, okay. I'll see you guys in there then." San nods, walking towards the railing to look at the view. Minho follows and stands next to him, arms lazily resting on the bar as well. It's silent for awhile, the both of them taking in the city lights, the distant sounds of car horns and the train passing by, the planes flying up ahead. San really just needed a breather, but if Minho wanted to talk, he'd let it happen.

After all, they haven't really done so after everything. Not that either of them owed it to each other, but the last thing San wants is for Minho to think there's bad blood or that he has something against him. He doesn't.

And Minho doesn't either.

"If you keep heading down this street and turn at that corner, there's this really good restaurant that serves tteokbokki. It's a small place, but they sell a huge serving for cheap. It's an old couple that runs the place. We used to go there a lot with Uncle Adrian." Minho randomly says to break the silence.

"I always appreciate a good tteokbokki spot."

"They told me Y/N's mom used to take her there often, especially to cheer her up when she had a bad day. It was like their tradition, so Uncle Adrian kept it alive after she passed." Minho lets out a small breath, rubbing his hands together. "Y/N misses her."

"Is everything okay?" San asks.

"Mm, yeah."

"With Y/N?"

"I think so. She just told me she wants to see her mom and her childhood home."

"Maybe she's finally ready."

"Her mom's anniversary is coming up. She asked me to take her."

"That's good. At least you can be there with her." San turns to him. "How are things between the both of you, by the way?"

"We're good." Minho looks down at his hands before returning his attention to San. "We're definitely better than before, and the time has been good to us. Especially her."

"It seems like things are more peaceful for her."

"Yeah, and I don't want to ruin that. I think I've done enough to her." Minho shakes his head a bit, moreso an action directed towards himself. "I just want her to be genuinely happy. That's all I care about."

"Despite everything that's happened, I know she cares about you a lot, and I know she cherishes the good moments you had together."

"I owe it to you."

"Me?" San points to himself and Minho lets out a small chuckle.

"I just.. never got to say thank you. You know? For being there for her when I wasn't. For helping take care of her."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I do, and I genuinely want to. Having you close helped her a lot. I know she cares about you, too." San gives him a small smile before looking out at the view. "I've just been wanting to tell you that. I just wasn't sure how or when."

"All good. I'm glad you guys are doing better. That's all I wanted for you guys, too. Whatever is meant to happen in the future, just know she wouldn't wanna do it without you by her side." Minho returns the small smile.

"Anyway. Should we head back inside? The party's probably dying without us."

"You're right." San laughs as he walks alongside of him.

Upon entering earlier, you noticed that much hasn't changed since you stepped out to take a breather. Jisung drunkly threw an arm around you as he continued to sing loudly into the mic, eventually shoving it your way for you to take your turn. You tried to shake your head and crawl your way out of it, but Jisung guilt-tripped you by telling you he needed you to sing a song before the night ended and that you needed to do this for his birthday. You end up doing a little duet with Seungmin before passing the mic over to Chan to take over. Eventually, both San and Minho walk back in to join the party; singing along to the current song playing. When you glance at Minho happily singing along into the mic that has now landed in his hands, you give him a smile; happy to finally feel good around him after the things that have happened.

Tonight, you'll continue to enjoy yourself around your friends and good company.

Tonight, things feel perfect.

Tonight, things feel like the old times Jisung would talk about.

At least, you could give him that for his birthday.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | FRESHMAN YEAR IN COLLEGE

"Babe, hurry! He's gonna wake up." You whisper harshly as Minho struggles to light the last candle on Jisung's cake.

"He's gonna wake up? Are you serious?" You laugh seeing Minho's face.

"Okay, you're right. But, still!"

"Sometimes he doesn't even move at all when I come in to wake him up, and it kinda scares me." Seungmin whispers as Minho finally lights the last candle before carefully scooping it into his hands. The three of you laugh, trying to hold it in to prevent any excess noise. "Okay, let's go." Chan leads the way into Jisung and Minho's dorm suite, holding the door open for him with a balloon in the other hand. You and your friends walk up to the edge of Jisung's bed, finding your positions as soon as the clock hits midnight.

"Happy birthday Pachi!" You yell, the boys singing happy birthday next to you. Jisung shoots up from his bed, hair messy and all.

"What the fuck is happening?" He mumbles, voice husky as he's pulled straight from his sleep.

"It's your birthday, punk! Make a wish!" Chan says, all of you cheering him on while he rubs his eyes.

"So loud. I can't even see." He struggles to open his eyes.

"Make a wish!" You edge the cake closer to him, waiting for Jisung to make his wish and finally blow out his candles. You clap and cheer for him, continuing to sing him happy birthday even as he sleepily bounces along in his bed. Minho sets the cake aside and starts to cut it with a plastic knife, while Seungmin turns on the bathroom light to illuminate part of the room just enough for everyone to see what they're doing. Minho hands everyone a small slice— Chan eating on the edge of Jisung's bed, Seungmin sitting on Minho's desk chair, and Minho on Jisung's desk chair while you sit on his lap.

"Thanks guys." Jisung finishes his cake, hair still messy and all over the place. "Seriously, best birthday so far."

"What'd you wish for?" Seungmin asks, making Jisung glare at him.

"Why on earth would I tell you that?" Jisung laughs.

"We're friends, I'm sure it'll come true no matter what."

"Hm." Jisung pouts a bit. "I just want us to be friends for as long as we possibly can."

"Is that what you wished for?"

"Yes." Chan laughs.

"Swear?"

"Yes, I mean it!"

"Liar. That's a no brainer."

"I really do want us to be friends for a long time. I appreciate you guys more than anything."

"Aw, Ji. Of course." You pinch his cheek. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." He smiles at you and Minho before taking a quick swig of water. "Can I get back to sleep now? We can do whatever later on, just wanna sleep a bit more though." You laugh and nod, taking some foil to wrap around the cake.

"Okay, birthday boy. But, we'll be back later to celebrate some more." Jisung is already laying back down at this point, so he throws a thumbs up in the air. Chan and Seungmin quietly bid their farewell's and goodnight's before walking back to their room. After you clean up around Jisung's area, you step outside of the room with the cake in your hands while Minho zips up his jacket and shuts their door close.

"I'll walk you back to your room."

"Thank you." You smile at him. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?" You playfully pinch his cheek.

"Yeah, we do."

☁︎ END

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wonysugar · 10 months

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masterlist<3

(f) = fluffy fluff omg

(a) = angst oh no

nothing = nasty fucking smut

IVE

Ahn Yujin :

dommeangirl!yujin x sub!femreader headcanons

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

#ahn yujin

Jang Wonyoung :

if you insist : scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

babydaddy g!p wonyoung drabble

angel : wonyoung x 6thmember!femreader

#jang wonyoung

Kim Gaeul :

none yet :(

Kim Jiwon (Liz) :

drabbles!

#kim jiwon

ITZY

Hwang Yeji :

domceo!yeji x subfem!reader headcanons

#hwang yeji

Shin Ryujin :

hickeys : fwb!ryujin x fem!reader

#shin ryujin

Lee Chaeryeong :

none yet :(

Shin Yuna :

none yet :(

Choi Jisu (Lia) :

none yet :(

ENHYPEN

Kim Sunoo :

sleepy : nonidol!sunoo x gf!femreader

missed you : stripper!sunoo x rich!femreader

#sub sunoo

LE SSERAFIM

Kim Chaewon :

dom!bestfriendchaewon x sub!femreader : friends to lovers

#kim chaewon

Nakamura Kazuha :

nothing yet, but drabbles are available through this hashtag!

#nakamura kazuha

Miyawaki Sakura :

nothing yet, but drabbles are here!

#sakura miyawaki

Huh Yunjin :

doing what’s right : yunjin x fem!reader

#huh yunjin

STAYC

Lee Chaeyoung (Isa) :

show them : camgirl!isa x fem!reader

#lee chaeyoung

TWICE

Sana Minatozaki :

idol!sana x fan!femreader

#sana minatozaki

Son Chaeyoung :

drabbles only!

#son chaeyoung

Yoo Jeongyeon :

drabblesss

#yoo jeongyeon

Im Nayeon :

drabbles yippee

#im nayeon

NMIXX

Lily Morrow :

perfect : idol!lily x idol!femreader

#lily morrow

AESPA

Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle) :

it’s so over for me : smau

keep talking : bsf!giselle x fem!reader (phone sex)

hate rodrigo (literally) : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic! femreader

#aeri uchinaga

Kim Minjeong (Winter) :

skilled : bully!winter x nerd!femreader

#kim minjeong

Ning Yizhuo (NingNing) :

fuck you stupid : bimbo!ningning x bff!femreader

#ning yizhuo

Yoo Jimin (Karina) :

sorry : childhoodbff!karina x fem!reader (a)

#yoo jimin

LOONA aka. loossemble, artms, chuu and yves

Son Hyeju :

i’ll wake you up : stranger!hyeju x sleepdeprived!femreader (f)

#son hyeju

NEWJEANS

Hanni Pham :

close the door : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

#hanni pham

more to come!!

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myseungsunglove · 8 months

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Hiiii I have a favor to ask! I'm on a bit of a drought of finding stuff to read. I've read all of your fics and I absolutely loved them btw! So do you have any recommendations it could be fluff, angst, smut, and comfort! You could recommend regular fics of blogs of people with good fics! I read about all of Stray Kids!! You totally don't have to! Its 110% okay if you don't! Thank you anyways!

-👀 anonnie

Okay, so I did a thing. I spent some time going through my blog and labeling everything I've personally reblogged. If you search the tags "Mia Recommends" & "Mia's Favorites" you'll find a host of fics.

I mostly only read Han, Seungmin, Chan, and Lee Know so that will mostly be my recs.

I also hedge into some Poly Ot8! & other pairings with a reader, and I understand that isn't for everyone. So if it isn't for you, just skip over those.

I will also just straight up give you a list of my absolute favorites. Like changed the way I look at writing, favorites. *smiles* This took me about an hour and a half, so I hope you find something from it!

There are 12 personal recommendations below the cut.

Mia's Favorite Fics

Ditto by @hwajin - Seungmin x Reader, smut, agnst - This one utterly broke my heart. I don't often read angst, but this one just stuck with me even though it hurt my feelings so bad.

No Words by @jl-micasea-fics - Seungmin x Reader, smut, established fwb, fwb to lovers au This one is just beautiful and raw. Mica is probably one of my favorite authors on this platform. So much talent. You'll see a few of their fics here.

Rain by @jl-micasea-fics - Seungmin x Reader, angst, smut - Mica is kind of the queen of angst and hurting your feelings. Just understand that going into this one.

2min x Reader Fic by @rachalixie - Seungmin x Reader x Lee Know, fluff - One of my favorite friendships is 2min, so the idea of being absolutely adored and loved by both of them just melts my heart. I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

In My Dreams by @astraystayyh - Seungmin x Reader, enemies to loves, angst wrapped in fluff - Sahar is another writer that I love almost everything I read by them. This one is really relatable and just wonderful.

Connected by @sky-yuna - Poly ot8! Series - lots and lots of smut, angst, fluff you name it, this series has it. I absolutely adore this series and it's probably one of my favorite ones out there. Each relationship with the boys is so special, and they do a good job of spreading the love, literally and figuratively, between all of the boys and the reader in this series. I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

Back Burner by @astraystayyh - Han x Reader - angst - this one will just hurt your heart and it's so relatable, honestly. I claim to not read a lot of angst, but you can tell by this list that I clearly do. This one will hurt your feelings, I assure you.

ZIP - by @cb97percent -Chan x Reader - smut, fluff, fwb - This one is absolutely beautifully written. I'm a sucker for friends with benefits trope as evident in several of my recs so far. The writing in this one is just, *chefs kiss*

Catfish? - by @seungminheart - Han x Reader - smut, crack, fluff - this one is absolutely fucking hilarious. It's a rockstar! Han fic and it's just, you'll love it. This author recently stole my heart with this fic and a Seungmin one. They are so so so talented. They have a Lee Know one they just put out today that I can't wait to read! They have other pairings as well and I would recommend any and everything they write.

Go ahead and cry - by @hyunsvngs - Seungmin x Reader, smut - this one is part of a series called "Hot Bitch Summer" and the way I was absolutely so weak for this part in particular. It's just all smut all the time in this series. It's only "Poly-esque" fic series. You'd have to read it to really understand what I mean by the esque. - I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

August is a Fever - by @seungminheart - Seungmin x Reader, smut, fluff - This may well be one of my favorite reads I've read in the skz fanfiction world. The friendship between Hyunjin and the reader in this one is fucking hilarious. The dynamic with Seungmin, kind of enemies to lovers esque but isn't. You'll just have to read it to understand. The writing is absolutely immaculate. This writer really has something special.

Photobooth - by @astraystayyh - Seungmin x Reader, fluff - this one is just so precious. It's so sweet you'll melt.

As I wrap this up, I realize how much I absolutely love reading Seungmin x Reader fics. They have a special place in my heart. I was kind of surprised there was more of him on this list than Han. They are both my ults, but I feel like Seungmin has been trying to declare himself the top ult recently.

Hope you find something here you can fall in love with. Be sure to check out my mia recommends tag for more stories that I really enjoyed. There were just too many to put all of them here! Please also respect each writer's rules and regulations when it comes to reading their work and interacting with their blog!

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authorhjk1 · 1 year

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Take what you can (Female idols X Male reader)

After you bought another company in South Korea, you decided to settle down there. You never thought you would become one of the richest men in the country, or the most lucky when it comes to girls. Especially one kind of girls: kpop idols.

This book is my second one after the other book I wrote got deleted, this time I will save the whole story somewhere else, in case this happens again. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you will still enjoy this one.

Feel free to request idols and scenarios.

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

I don't own any of the pictures and everything, and everyone in this story is fictional. Similarities to real people and companies are just a coincidence.

Tags:

Requests: R

Chapters:

Model

(Momoland's Ahin X Malre Reader)

(Aespa's Karina X Male Reader)

(R)

A night in Chengdu

(Kep1er's Xiaoting X Male Reader)

(R)

London

((G)-idle's Miyeon and Soyeon X Male Reader)

A tie, handcuffs, and another hotel

(Le sserafim's Chaewon X Red Velvet's Joy X Male Reader)

Morning Workout

(Alice's Sohee X Male Reader)

(R)

Entertainment

(Itzy's Ryujin and Yuna X Male Reader)

(R)

Date

(Momoland's Ahin X Dj Soda X Male Reader)

Duck Season

((G)-idle's Yuqi X Choi Yena X Male Reader)

Princess and Mochi

(Ive's Wonyoung and Rei X Male Reader)

Stairway to heaven

(Itzy's Yuna X Male Reader)

(R)

Water gymnastics

(Blackpink's Lisa X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: Lonely

(IU X (G)-idle's Miyeon X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: My crazy ex

(Dreamcatcher's Gahyeon X Male Reader)

Doctor's Orders

(Dreamcatcher's Yoohyeon and SuA X Male Reader)

(decided after a poll)

Interlude: Doctor appointment turns into bunny breeding session

(Dreamcatcher's Jiu X Male Reader)

Halloween Interlude: The archer and the heiress

(Girls' Generations' Tiffany and Taeyeon X Male Reader)

Pool Party

(Momoland's Ahin and Nancy X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: Above the sky

(IU X Twice's Sana X Male Reader)

Interlude: Ms. Satan

(Dreamcatcher's SuA X Male Reader)

Taming her (Part 1)

(Red Velvet's Joy and Yeri X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: Venice

(IU X Male Reader)

(R)

28 Sins (coming soon)

(R)

A group projekt (coming soon)

(R)

A trip to Canada (coming soon)

(R)

Empty dorm (coming soon)

(R)

Taming her (Part 2) (coming soon)

(R)

Fearless Kkura [Special episode] (coming soon)

(R)

Contract extension (coming soon)

(R)

Your own movie (coming soon)

(R)

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chlodavids · 7 months

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Fic Recs

Symbols

💬 Social Media Au

💔 Angst

🔥 Smut/ mature

☀️ Fluff

💌 Text messages

Bang Chan

Unprofessional by @exxxtraoddinary 🔥(blog deactivated)

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Seven by @thiswasneverthat

LTNS by @phenomenalgirl9

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Lee Know

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Too hot to handle by @seospicybin 🔥

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Seo Changbin

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Seo Tiny by @astraysimp ☀️

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Hwang Hyunjin

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

It's a scream baby by @mixtape-racha

astringent by @kiestrokes 🔥

only fools fall for you - @hyunjinspark 💬

Art teacher!Hyunjin by @samiiy20

Encore by @baby-yongbok 🔥

An S-Class Connection by @mysweethannie 🔥

just look at me | smau by @ppiri-bahng 💬

Ship by @phenomenalgirl9 ☀️

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Han Jisung

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Escort by @jonespicy 💬

Let’s Fall in Love, IRL by @feelbokkie 💬

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Lee Felix

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

It's a scream baby by @mixtape-racha

Too hot to handle by @seospicybin

Before you fall by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Before you choose by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Hufflepuff boy by @kkami-writes 🔥

Tangled Hearts @chansdoll

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Kim Seungmin

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Little Mister by @astraysimp ☀️

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Yang Jeongin

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

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OT8

Masterlist by @feelbokkie

Masterlist by @hyunedew

SKZ!9TH MEMBER AU by @skz-streamer

Masterlist by @kkami-writes

Connected by @sky-yuna

Texting Bf!Skz | JealousBoyCore✨|💌🔥☀️

pt. 1 pt.2 by @skzfairyyyf8te

Forbidden (a SKZ Family Secret) by

@moonlightndaydreams

*⑅୨୧*sharing is caring

minsung x reader x ot8 partner sharing - @skzms

FAN by @prettiestboyev 💬

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#stray kids x reader #felix #hyunjin #bang chan imagines #bang chan #straykids fic rec

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seungiepop · 6 months

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𝑵𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

L number one

pairing: enha x best friend reader

characters: all enha members, Shin Yuna (itzy), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), and Mark lee (NCT)

caution: sexual context (only implied on the legal line), cursing, the reader is an 03’ line with sunoo and yuna

genre: social media au and one shots

part 2

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Authors note- Guys my account got terminated for two days and I just got it back this morning, im sorry for making you guys wait for an update :( but don’t worry the written smut it coming ;))

taglist- @ilovecheese09 @namdeyuoi @moonshoon @xrr-s4sha @yannew @cup1dton @eternallyreid @heewonenthusiast @rikisly @parkhonnie @wvnkoi @slugism @yizhoutv @jakewife @bahngchatsfx @kangseulgithegreat @jinnisbaby @heeseungshim @wonswondrland @underneaththestarlight @theskzvibe @enhaz1 @kkaelie

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yessa-vie · 7 months

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fic recs list (on going) ❣

→ IMPORTANT. the list is divided between completed (P. 01 || P. 02) and on going, most of them are Stray Kids because there's a considerable amount of those and most of them are smau.

→ TBR LIST ❣

→ LAST UPDATE. 15.01.2024 (dd/mm/yyyy)

LIST BELLOW THE CUT!

→ SYMBOLS. [♥] favorites || [⌨] smau || [✎] written || [✉] smau with written parts || [★] MDNI (reader's discretion is advised, sensitive and suggestive topics, not only smut) || [❄] new ones ||

ON GOING ❣

→ HELLO STRANGER. (@tasteleeknow) [♥][★][❄][✎]

- Lee Minho. - soulmate au! stranegrs to enemies to lovers. the story is basically: "you are gonna suffer, but you'll feel happy about it" because this story is just THAT GOOD. - 09 chapters. - i'm so mad at myself by the fact that I JUST REALIZED I DIDN'T PUT THIS MASTERPIECE IN HERE! also, when i started reading it, had been a while since it had been updated and i was so sad about it bc i thought it had been abandonned, but then i recently saw it being back into posting so i just binge read it all over again and i fell in love with this story like it was the first time. it's just so beautifully written and how she portraits the different types of love and the friendship between reader and hyunjin is so wholesome, and let's not forget hyunjin and minho's one! i think this is a must read type of story, it's just incredible on so many levels i can't even begin to fully explain it unless you read it!

→ TRESURE. (@cybrsan) [♥][❄][✎]

- Jung Wooyoung. - ATLA au! enemies to lovers. cliffhanging after pretty much every chapter, but I love it regardless. eventual smut, but none so far. - 06 chapters. - ik ik, shocker another universe au and i'm already in love and dreading to every update! i think by now i'm pretty easy to figure it out, but honestly, Michi did such an amazing job and she's such a good writer that its just IMPOSSIBLE not to read her work and love every single one, but this on tho, she really out did herself and I'm dreading for another update everytime I remember is still on going, but I promise is worth it!

→ GROWING PAINS. (@roomsofangel) [❄][✎][★]

- Choi San. - grumpy x sunshine. strangers to lovers. opposite attract. - 04 chapters.

→ JUST LOOK AT ME. (@ppiri-bahng) [❄][★][⌨][♥]

- Hwang Hyunjin. - mature content. strangers to friends to lovers. camboy!. uni au. - 04 chapters.

→ CONNECTED. (@sky-yuna) [❄][✎][★][♥]

- OT8! Stray Kids. - 23 chapters.

→ NEVER HAVE I EVER. (@desayunho) [❄][✎][★][♥]

- OT8! Stray Kids. - mature content. please read the warnings before reading. - 04 chapters.

→ STAR LOST WITH YOU. (@hyunjinspark) [♥][★][✎]

- Hwang Hyunjin. - strangers to friends to lover. SLOW BURN!. idol verse!. mature content. - 18 chapters. - idk why it took me so long to start this, but i said it once and i'll say it again, i would literally read her grocery shopping and thank her for it, if this story ever turn into an actual book or tv show, it will LITERALLY explode (in a good way), this story is perfect on so many levels i don't even know where to start, just go read it, you won't regret it!

→ NEPO BABIES. (@ilovehimyourhonour) [♥][✉]

- Yang Jeongin. - smau with written parts. rich kids au. idiots in love. - 15 chapters + lots of bonus chapters. - by far one of the two best Yang Jeongin fanfic I've read so far, i'm seriously in love with Jeongin and reader in this story and already suffering to what's to come.

→ WRITTEN IN THE STARS. (@lovestay-channie) [♥][⌨]

- Bang Chan. - smau. modern harry potter au. enemies? rivals? to lovers. - 05 chapters.

→ SYSTEM ERROR. (@moanz111) [♥][✉]

- Choi San. - smau with written parts. uni smau. rivals? enemies? to lovers. - hiatus? - 17 chapters.

→ WAITING FOR US. (@kkami-writes) [♥][★][✉]

- OT8! Stray Kids. - smau with written parts. themes that may be triggering to some readers. soulmate au. - 49 chapters. - this is SERIOUSLY incredible work as well, Kaia is honestly like taking such complex story line and putting in such a beautiful and thoughtful way i have no words, and i literally fell in love with this story so so much!

→ INCEPTION. (@remedyx) [♥][★][✎]

- OT8! Ateez. - fantasy. mature content. soulmate au. - 37 chapters + bonus. - oh god, where do i even start with this one? like, i knew i could find an ateez fic as incredible as most of the stray kids one that i've seen, but this one... i was shocked to say the least in the best way possible. if you like fantasy, worldbuilding, romance, angst, slow burn, this is literally for you, this story is just >>>>>>.

→ ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU. (@f9clementine) [✉]

- Lee Minho. - smau with written parts. strangers to friends to lovers. magic au. - 23 chapters. - the cliffhanging that this story gives... that's all i'm gonna say, bc i'm way too eager to find out how it turns out and it's sooooooo good how she developed the relationship btw Minho and the reader, i'm sat waiting for the next chapters.

→ INSTEAD OF YOU. (@sluttywonwoo) [♥][★][✎]

- Lee Minho. - strangers to friends to lovers. best friend's brother. mature content. - 35 chapters. - THIS. FUCKING. STORY. I LIVE FOR THIS! like it's so fucking good in so many ways that i can't even begin to describe, just do yourself a favor and go read it.

→ I SAW YOU IN A DREAM. (@forgottenfourr) [✉]

- Yang Jeongin. - smau with written parts. soulmate au. uni au. idiots in love. strangers to friends to lovers. - 38 chapters.

→ CATS GOT YOUR TONGUE. (@tr0p1cal) [♥][✉]

- Lee Minho. - smau with written parts. mature themes?. strangers to friends to lovers. idiots in love?. - 16 chapters.

→ CHIT CHAT. (@gyuworm) [✉]

- Hwang Hyunjin. - 11 chapters (on hiatus).

→ HOME MADE DYNAMITE. (@mangiverse) [⌨]

- ?? ATZ. - 06 chapters.

→ MAMA MIA. (@mars101) [⌨]

- TBZ Bermuda Line. - 24 chapters.

→ WORD OF YOUR BODY. (@dvbkie099) [★][✉]

- Lee Minho. - 17 chapters.

→ THE END ZONE. (@collisvng) [⌨]

- Seo Changbin. - 01 chapter.

→ LIQUOR LIPS. (@maeleelee) [♥][★][⌨]

- Lee Minho. - 18 chapters.

#fic recs #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic recs #stray kids #stray kids recs #stray kids fanfic #kpop fic recs #tbz recs #yv.recs

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yumizcorner · 1 year

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All in~

Skz Ot8 x Reader

A/n: i tried my best to write this and I hope y‘all like it

„hey y/n…how are you?“ the guy on the phone asked. „I‘m good…how come you‘re calling so randomly?“ I asked him since it was 00:20am on a Sunday. „Oh well…I just wanted to check up on you“ he said and I could hear that he was nervous. „come on hyung you lost the bet so you gotta ask her.“ a voice in the back whispered wich made me chuckle. „Come on Chan whats wrong?“ he exhaled deeply and then talked again. „you know…it might sounds weird but me and the other guys thought about…well…you know…“ i sighed. „What Chan? You guys thought about what?“ I kinda lost patience on him since we already were in a call for 5 minutes now.

„Me and the members saw a video somewhere wich we found…interesting so we thought..“ He was getting nervous again so another one of the boys shouted from the back. „we wanna fuck you.“ I could hear 6 shocked inhales after he said that. „Please what?“ I said with a slight amused smile on my face since I found it funny. „Lee know is right.“ suddenly my face freezes. I thought they were joking. „Wait..all eight of you?“ i said in disbelief. „We know it’s much that we‘re asking for but we thought asking wouldn’t hurt anybody.“ I let out a small giggle. „Y‘all can stop playing now I was shocked already.“

for a few seconds,that felt like half an hour,nobody said anything. My mouth ran dry as I noticed. „You guys are playing aren’t you-?“ I asked with a blank face. I heard Chan clearing his throat before speaking up. „well we aren’t…b-but it’s okay if you don’t want to.“ he said in one breath. „I don’t really-“ before I could end my sentence I got interrupted by Chan. „You know what…just forget about it. We‘re sorry that we disturbed you. Sleep well.“

Before I could speak up again he ended the call. I just sat there in silence and tried to realise the situation.

After a few more minutes I came back to reality and decided to just go to sleep.

I woke up at 2pm the next day. I got ready and went to the city. I decided to visit the boys later on. Maybe but only maybe I also decided to accept the boys offer.

I told me best friend Yuna to come with me. I wanted to buy new lingerie for that day since I wanted to look as pretty as possible.

(just imagine any pretty lingerie you like. I couldn’t find any that I liked)

Once we were done with all the shopping we hang out a bit. „You really wanna get railed by eight man?“ she said while she drank her iced coffee. „Yuna- I-“ it’s not like she wasn’t right tho but I felt kinda weird when she said that. I mean it’s not that usual am I right? „Aren’t you afraid that they….yk…rip that wap apart?“ she said and took a sip of her coffee. I choked on mine and started to laugh. „Omg Yuna Stop.“ i said in disbelief and kept on laughing. „I trust them with all my life so I’m pretty sure they won’t do anything that I wouldn’t want.“ I said in a serious way. „I know I was just joking. And I also know that you know what you’re doing so I think you‘ll have a fun night tonight.“

Yuna went back home when it was about 8pm so I walked a few minutes with her until her way and my way were different. Nervousness started to take place in my whole body as I stood in front of the door wich belongs to the dorm of Chan and the others.

It felt like my heart stopped beating for a second as the door opened revealing Hyunjin. „Oh- hey y/n“ he said,sounding a little confused. „Hey Jinnie…could I come in?“ he nodded and stepped aside. I walked into the dorm and walked behind Hyunjin who took me where the other boys were. As soon as we arrived at the living room,everybody looked at me. „Hey“ I said blankly. They all greeted me and told me to sit down. We sat there in silence for a few minutes,only the voices on the tv making noise. God damn why is it that akward. „So why are you here?“ Jisung asked,desperate for an answer. „I bet she‘s here because she‘s accepting our offer.“ Lee know said giggling,with a smile on his face. „Minho!“ Chan said with a scolding tone. „h-he‘s right…“ I said looking down at my fingers while playing with them. „Really?“ Chan asked in disbelief. The other members just stared at me blankly. I nodded and could hear Lee know giggle again. Suddenly I could feel someone lifting up my chin. I looked up and looked into some brown eyes wich belonged to Lee know. „why would we waste more time hm? I think we should go to my bedroom and take the others with us. What do you think pretty girl?“ he asked while his lips were dangerously close to mine and his fingers still under my chin. I nodded in response since I was too stunned to speak up. „Use your words pretty girl. You should talk as long as you’re able to.“ he kissed me suddenly for a short moment then he left my lips again and looked into my eyes again. „I-I wanna go to your bedroom with the others.“ I managed to get out of my mouth. Lee know smirked and said „good girl.“ he backed up and picked me up from my seat. I squealed a little out of surprise. Minho took me to his bedroom while the others followed us. He placed me on the bed and kissed me again,this time way more passionately. After a few second I could feel someone’s hand resting on my inner thigh. I gasped a little as the hand went upper and made it to my clothed cunt. Minho started to kiss my neck,leaving marks wich also allowed me to look who’s hand was touching me.

Surprisingly it was the youngest who started to please me. „Can I?“ he asked softly with a smile on his face as he wanted to take off my clothes. „Of course.“ I said and helped him a little. Minho and Felix took off my upper clothes. Jeongin started to eat me out while Felix and Seungmin kissed my breasts. Minho was still marking up my neck. I moaned as Jeongin inserted one finger into me.

„we‘re gonna make you feel good tonight y/n.“ Lee know whispered into my ear. I looked around the room,searching for the others. They all stood closely,watching us.

„She tastes so good~“ Jeongin said. „And she feels so tight.“ Jisung hissed at his comment and unbuckled his belt. He wanted to touch himself but Minho stopped him. „Let y/n do that for you.“ he turned to me. „Will you help our little sungie out?“ he asked and I agreed. Lee know changed places with Jisung and sat down on a chair. Han didn’t really know what to do since he stood there like he‘s a lost child. „Sungie?“ he looked in my eyes as I continued to talk. „Don’t be shy. You can use me…I’m yours tonight.“ I started to lick around his tip since I wanted to help him a bit. He didn’t seem to be uncomfortable it just felt like he wasn’t really sure about if I wanted to do this. Jisung whimpered a bit as I took him fully into my mouth. Suddenly I could feel something big entering me wich caused me to moan around Han‘s dick. At this point he lost his sanity and started to fuck my throat while I tried to discover who fucked me. It didn’t take Han too long to cum since I kept on moaning. Once he came into my mouth I swallowed and showed him my empty mouth. „shit you’re so hot baby~“ he said and smiled. I turned my head and saw that it was Chan who slowly pushed into me. „Finally“ he said and bend down to face me. „now you‘re mine.“ he started to thrust roughly into me,making me moan. He laid his hands on my throat and started to choke me. He kept on thrusting roughly and fast. I felt like I was going to lose my mind any second. I felt like a moaning mess and I was one. „Fuck she‘s so tight.“ Chan groaned. „She looks so fucked out even tho you’re the first one that uses her.“ Changbin said. I don’t know why but I had to moan at his comment. It perhaps was because he said that Chan is the first one to use me. It did something to me. „God she clenched around me.“ Chan said.

„oh look at that…our little innocent girl is a cute precious slut.“ Lee know said. „Are you our slut? Come on say it for us. Tell us how slutty and dirty you are y/n“ I stuttered as I tried to focus on his words. My mind was foggy and I couldn’t seem to be able to think of words I could say. „awww is channie fucking you too good? You like how he‘s railing you?“ Hyunjin said while he sat down besides me. All those words that Lee know and Hyunjin said made me go insane. I felt how my first high build up and how amazing it made me feel. Chris fucked me harder with every single thrust wich send me over the edge. „Daddy~ fuck fuck fuck~“ I said as i came hard around Chan‘s cock. This also made him cum deep inside of me. I could feel how his seeds spilled into me. He thrusted a few more times and then pulled out. I could feel my pussy throb at the lost contact wich made me whimper.

While I tried to calm down from my high I felt someone teasing my clit. I opened my eyes,revealing Seungmin. He rubbed his dick against my entrance,spreading his pre cum on it. I whined as I wanted and needed more. „D-don‘t tease me Minnie please~“ Seungmin just laughed at my comment and pushed his tip into me. He hissed and then pushed in further. „gosh you feel so good.“ Seungmin said as he moved in and out. He started slowly but lost his control after a few thrusts.

Suddenly Hyunjin forced my mouth to stay open and laid his fingers into my mouth. I instantly started to suck and lick them while looking in his eyes. „She looks so adorable like this.“ Jeongin said and the others agreed while they all watched the scenario. „Can I cum inside you princess?“ Seungmin asked while fucking me sloppily and chaotically. „y-yes“ I managed to get out of my mouth while Hyunjin‘s long and slim fingers we‘re still in me. He forced his fingers into my throat and watched me closely as Seungmin came in my cunt,being the second one to fill me up. Hyunjin pulled his fingers out of my mouth and messily smeared the spit that was left on his hand onto my breasts.

After that he stood up and looked down at me. „will you suck me off just as good as you sucked my fingers?“ I looked up at him and smiled before removing his clothes hungrily. I gulped a little when I saw his hard cock in front of me. He was very big wich made me worry but I was too horny and fucked out to think of anything. I kissed his tip and then started to take him into my mouth. He thrusted a bit into my mouth wich made me even more needy. I sucked him off fast and messy but it seemed like he liked it since he groaned a few times.

I gasped around his cock when I felt someone entering me again. The way how they just used me when they wanted to,without asking turned me on so much.

I looked to the side and saw Changbin who entered me slowly. His dick was way thicker then the others I had so far. He stretched me out so much i felt like he was gonna rip me apart. Before I could look back to Hyunjin myself,he took my face and forced me to look at him. „Don’t take your eyes off of me.“ he looked at me with a serious dominating gaze that made me even more wet. He started to deepthroat me at the same time that Changbin started to move inside of me. „oh my god guys look at that.“ Jisung said and pointed at my throat. „Ahw baby~ sad that you can’t see yourself right now because you look too pretty with my cock lining out in your throat.“ I moaned around him wich made him hiss again. „Fuck Baby~“ Hyunjin said and gripped my hair with one hand. He held my head with the other and started to fuck my throat. Tears started to run down my cheek but I enjoyed every single second of it. He came with a moan and I swallowed instantly. Hyunjin sat down on a chair and rested while I was now focusing on Changbin.

„I wanna ride you please~ can I?“ he smiled at my request and said „anything you want.“ he picked me up and sat down while placing me on top of him. I sat down on his dick and started to move up and down. It hurt a bit but I couldn’t care less. All I wanted was to please Changbin. Out of nowhere somebody pushed my upper body down onto Changbin‘s. A few seconds I felt something poking my ass. „Relax baby~“ I heard Jeongin’s voice. I tried to do as he told me and relaxed as good as I could since Changbin‘s cock was still inside of me. Jeongin prepared me with two fingers and then entered me with his dick. He moved a few times until I told him it was fine. After I said that,Changbin also started to move again. Jeongin thrusted into me from behind while Binnie thrusted into me from under me. At this point I became a moaning mess again. The only thing I felt and could focus on was how their cocks were basically destroying me and how I enjoyed it. „she‘s even taking two cocks at the same time well.“ Jeongin smirked and kept on moving. I screamed and came loudly while both we‘re fucking me through my orgasm. The overstimulation caused me to moan again and louder. After a few more thrusts Changbin came,followed by Jeongin. They pulled out and laid me down on the bed again. I breathed heavily as I was calming down. „You think you can handle one more time baby?“ Lee know asked softly. „Yes yes yes. Please Lee know I need you.“ even tho I wasn’t really sure if I could make it I still needed him. I was craving him. „Are you sure? I‘m not sure~“ he said teasingly and lined his fingers through my wet folds. „Please Minho. I‘m begging you please. Please fill me up with your cock please I need you. Use me please.“ Lee know scoffed and spitted out a "pathetic" before entering me completely without a warning and moving instantly. I started to scream out my moans and gripped onto the bedsheets besides me. Lee know thrusted into me roughly and hard at the same time. „How can you be so tight even tho you got fucked by someone guys? God you‘re such a good slut.“ he laid his hands onto my hips and laid my legs onto his shoulders,hitting me deeper. It caused me to come already since it was too much for me to hold in but Minho didn’t stop. He kept on trusting at the same pace wich made me start to cry in pleasure. „you like how I’m fucking their cum into you y/n?“ I just moaned loudly at his comment. He made me feel so good that I started to drool. „Feels so good so full so big~“ I mumbled since I was fully out of my mind. „oh yeah dirty slut.“ he slowed down his pace and thrusted harder. I let out a scream at every single thrust he did. I looked to the side and saw Felix who jerked himself off to the whole scenario. Lee know also noticed and told him to come closer to the bed. „Cum on her face.“ Minho said blankly. Felix nodded and kept on jerking himself off. As soon as he started to moan louder I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out wanting to taste him. He came with a groan and spilled his cum into my mouth and some onto my face. I closed my mouth and wanted to swallow but Lee know interrupted me. „don’t swallow got it?“ I nodded and kept it in my mouth while he kept on railing me. „You‘re such a pretty slutty fuckdoll it’s insane“ he praised. He hit my sweet spot one hard time wich made me cum again but this time way more intense then the other times. My mouth was open wide,showing off all the cum that was in my mouth mixed with some of my spit. „Holy shit she squirted.“ I heard Chan saying. I couldn’t even think wich was why I just laid there moaning with my mouth slightly opened only feeling Minhos hard thrusts. „You‘re so dirty fuck~ you look like a disgusting whore with that cum leaking from you’re mouth~“ he said and thrusted two last times. He came while gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. I could feel him spilling a lot of cum into me. „You filled me up so much~“ I muttered under my breath. „Oh my god she’s so fucked out Hyung.“ Jisung said. Minho pulled out and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

„Guys get something to clean her up and make sure that y‘all are free tomorrow we will take care of her…she‘ll need it“ Lee know said and gave me one last kiss on my cheek. „You did great y/n we‘re all so proud.“

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