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i love reading your works so much, but it’s so hard to find and take so long scrolling all the way down 🥹 can you make a masterlist so i can read all of your work

hi sorry for the late response and but i just posted a masterlist for my current works and it's also linked in my pinned post! thank you for this suggestion anon! sorry if my response and the masterlist seems rushed i'm in a lecture rn

MASTERLIST

CURRENT WORKS:

smut

fluff

Fairy Tale Series:

•I think I read the Wrong Pinocchio (G!P Puppet Yujin x Female Reader)

•Snow White and Her Seven Eight Mommies?! (G!P Idols x Female Reader)

•More to come.........

Others:

•Christmas, Cookies, and Cuddles (Wonyoung x Female Reader)

Oh my god (positive)

i added minnie for u bud🫶🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻

🗣️babe wake up a new "only on camera" chapter just arrived

# ONLY ON CAMERA — chapter thirty-six!

when katseye's main dancer daniela avanzini accidentally throws shade at chart-topping singer y/n l/n on an interview, the internet erupts in chaos. with y/n already in hot waters with the press over her latest scandal, both their pr teams scramble for damage control. the solution? a 'picture-perfect' fake relationship to turn the headlines in their favor.

SAVE THE DATES

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HEAR ME OUT ‼️‼️‼️ BUT WHAT IF.. SNOW WHITE & THE SEVEN DWARFS EXCEPT IT'S A HAREM TYPE SITUATION (READER BEING SNOW WHITE)???? LIKE.. PUT THE MOMMIEST KPOP IDOLS THERE WE GONNA SEE KARINA, WONY, SANA, ETC. ?????? IT'S SEEMS PRETTY BIG FOR A SINGLE FIC BUT IDKKK

SNOW WHITE AND HER SEVEN EIGHT MOMMIES??

g!p karina, g!p wonyoung, g!p sana, g!p sakura, g!p rosé, g!p minnie, g!p yeji x innocent snow white! reader x secret bonus g!p celebrity (what a mouthful)

synopsis: after running away from the evil queen for something you overheard, you found shelter in a house shared with not one, not two, but seven attractive women who all happen to have the hots for you

word count: 10.2k

tags: smut, g!p, somnophilia, choking, spanking, double penetration, may get ooc sorry, lmk if i missed some

a/n: i'm terribly sorry if this took too long college bit my ass, but please do enjoy even if this is shitty

your legs have started hurting from all the running. how long have you been running? hours probably. far too long than what your weak legs could handle. but you had to keep running. you need to get as far away from the castle as possible. far from the evil queen. but did you run far enough? hopefully yes.

taking a break from all that running, you spot a house by a lake hidden behind the thick covers of the forest. it was your only chance of surviving this forest so you decided to try your luck and ask the house’s owner if you could stay there. 

knocking at the door, you waited for any response. receiving none, you noticed that the door was slightly open. after some internal dilemma, you decide to just enter hoping the owner was nice enough to forgive you for trespassing into their property.

the first thing you noticed when you set foot inside was how dirty and disorganized everything was. the sink was filled with unwashed dishes, there were food crumbs everywhere, the dining room table had chairs all over the place, and clothes littered the couch. you shuddered in disgust before a bright idea concocted in your brain. you were gonna clean this whole house to show the owner of this house that you would be a helpful addition. you grabbed a broom and dustpan that were leaning by the front door and started cleaning

after hours of cleaning, you found out that seven people lived here based from the disorganized items in this house mostly being seven. seven pairs of fork and spoon, seven plates, seven disorganized chairs. while cleaning the second floor of the house, you also found seven bedrooms, each with signs on the door that showed the owners’ name. wonyoung, karina, sana, sakura, rosé, minnie and yeji they read. 

suddenly feeling drowsy, you headed downstairs, deciding to sleep on the couch. (you’ve already trespassed, you wouldn't want to worsen your possible friendship with the owners now won’t you?) laying down, you felt your eyes getting heavy, so you let go all the tension in your body and started to drift off to dreamland.

after what seemed like hours, you could hear whispers. naturally, this woke you up. stirring, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. as your vision cleared, you realized you were not alone. seven pairs of eyes were fixed on you, each pair belonging to a remarkably beautiful girl. they stared at you, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and something else in their expressions. you quickly sat up, feeling your cheeks flush under their collective gaze.

"i'm so sorry for intruding," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "i was running away and found your house. i didn't mean to trespass, i just... i needed a place to stay."

the girls exchanged glances before a tall girl with a mole above right cheek stepped forward. "you cleaned our house?" she asked, her voice soft but firm. there was something familiar about her, like she reminded you of someone

you nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. "yes, i thought it might help. i wanted to show you that i could be useful if you let me stay."

another girl stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with amusement and somehow, mischief? "well, you did a pretty good job," she said, looking around the now spotless living room. "it hasn't looked this good in ages."

another tall girl crossed her arms, you noticed a mole below her lips, a smile tugging at her lips. "why were you running?" she asked, her eyes searching yours.

you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "i was escaping from the evil queen," you explained. “yesterday, while i was cleaning the castle courtyard, i heard her tell her adviser, “i want that y/n girl in my special room by tonight.” the girls gasp, but sensing that there was more to the story, they let you continue.

“i was really suspicious so i followed the queen around. then before she entered her quarters, i heard her mutter under her breathe, “finally, after all these years i can finally take her” when i heard that, i panicked and ran away from the castle until i ended up here” you continued, “i didn’t know what she was gonna do to me, if only i knew i would’ve never worked there” you innocently finished.

when you finished your story, something shifted with the girls. their expressions, already intrigued, took on a darker edge, a subtle heat in their eyes. they exchanged another series of glances, this time laden with a silence. you didn’t notice, too naive and too caught up in your own story, but their gazes lingered on you a little longer, their thoughts clearly taking a different, more intimate darker direction.

a blonde girl stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, her touch lingering just a bit too long. “you’re safe here,” she said, her voice soothing but with an undercurrent you couldn’t quite place. “you can stay with us as long as you need.”

relief washed over you, and you smiled gratefully at them. “thank you, thank you so much.”

still not letting go of your shoulders, she squeezed them gently before letting her hand fall away. "why don't we sit down and get to know each other a bit more?" she suggested, gesturing toward a cozy seating area nearby.

as you all settled into the plush chairs, the atmosphere became more relaxed, the tension from earlier dissipating into the background. you and the girls conversed with each other and that’s when you learned who the names you read upstairs belonged to. they discussed where you would sleep and what tasks you were assigned to do. after a while, it was finally decided that you are going to sleep in the attic and cleaning the house was your job. soon, night arrived and after eating the dishes sakura cooked(10/10 would eat again) and tidying up the kitchen, you all went to bed. you sighed in content as your body relaxed against the soft cover of the bed. you were really happy, not only did you escape from the clutches of the evil queen, you also gained seven attractive friends! (very attractive if i say so myself). as you pondered with your thoughts, you could slowly feel your eyes getting heavy. you yawned and let your mind wander into dreamland. 

minutes passed by and you were already in deep sleep. so deep that you never hear the door to your room open as a figure enters. 

you were awakened minutes later by the sensation of something entering inside you and a body on top of yours thrusting. you tried screaming for help but the person saw this and covered your mouth. tears welled up in your eyes as the pain spread all over your body. your tried to fight back but they were so strong that your futile attempts only made the already creaking bed creak harder. 

“shh y/n” you recognized that voice, “you wouldn’t want the others to see how much of a slut you are now won’t you?”

you looked up to your perpetrator and what you saw drained the life out of your face. the person forcing themselves onto you was none other than sana!

sana noticed the shock in your face before she giggled and leaned closer into you. 

“surprised? sorry honey i couldn’t help myself.” she whispered “but i’m serious, you better shut that pretty mouth of yours before you wake everyone up” you replied but since sana’s hand was covering your mouth, it came out muffled. removing her hand from your mouth, you spat “why? are you afraid cuz you know that the moment they wake them up and see this they’ll do something to you?” while glaring at her.

this ticked sana off before she dropped a truth bomb to you “afraid? oh honey, the one who should be afraid is you” she grinned. “the moment the other girls wake up, they won’t be able to control themselves. the truth is, the moment we saw you, we all wanted you. i just happen to fuck you first. i just want to savor you first.”

panting, you retort “you’re lying! you’re only saying that to trick me! you’re nothing but –ah!” sana’s harsh thrust cuts you off. “shh shh shh, less talking, more moaning.” you shook your in response and bit your lip. 

“don’t hide your moans, i know you want this too” you denied this by shaking you head. this response caused sana to tighten her grip on you waist and thrust even harder. 

one of her hands snaked in between your thighs, her fingers trying to find your sensitive bundle of nerves. when she found them, she abused the hell out of them. this action caused you to roll your eyes in pleasure and let out a loud moan. sana smirked at your response, rubbing harder.

“lying little slut acting like you don’t want this but here you are moaning like a whore”

you couldn’t handle it any longer, tired and weary, you finally stopped resisting and fully submitting to sana. your whines and moans soon filled the room. sana delighted with your submission and you with your head way up in cloud nine, both failed to notice the two pair of eyes by your door, watching your every move. 

“ahh mommy! s-something’s happening” you cried out, “my tummy feels weird”

sana smirked at the nickname before giggling “sweetheart that’s called cumming. that’ll make you feel really good” she then groaned “i feel like im gonna cum soon too”

“im gonna cum inside you ok? gonna feel your insides with my seed, gonna paint you insides white”

“y-yes please ahhh f-feel so good mommy” “fuck here it comes baby” her hips thrust for one final time. this being her deepest thrust inside you, all in effort for her cum to fully reach deep inside you. the feeling of her cum inside you caused you to also go over the edge.

legs shaking, sana pulls out her cock from inside you. she sees your juices mixed and flowing out of your pussy. sana groans at the sight before plopping on beside you, one arm slung around your waist.

“that felt good baby?”

as much as you wanted to lie, you couldn’t. even if sana forced herself onto you, you can’t deny that what she did somehow removed stress out of you.

too shy to admit it, you muzzled your face onto her neck and nodded. sana ruffled your hair before yawning. both of you shuffled on bed to get comfortable, ready to sleep the night away. well that was the original plan before someone spoke.

“that was it?” a voice asked, breaking the silence in the room. this caused you and sana to sit up from the surprise. “that was kinda boring right minnie?”

“really short if you ask me, and really sana? one round and you’re done? i’m so glad rosie brought me here” minnie tsked causing sana to blush.

“why don’t minnie and i teach you how to properly feel good, what'd you say y/n?”

although tired and dazed, you were curious. ‘what exactly did they mean by properly?’ you thought. apparently, your curiosity was written all over your face because the two started snickering. they both went on each of your side, stripping off their clothes on their way, their hot breaths lingering in your ears.

rosé turned to sana, “why don’t you be a dear and sit by that chair? you’re free to watch or go back to your room.” she spoke. sana grumbled before picking up her discarded clothes and heading to the chair, one hand wrapped on her dick.

“ew you’re gonna jerk off watching us?” minnie bemused. “what? i bet you were doing that a while ago too!” sana spat back. rosé rolled her eyes, pushing you to lean against minnie before also leaning closer. you blush at being sandwiched by two attractive women.

rosé grabbed your chin, your lips meeting hers. you moaned at the feeling of her soft lips against yours, which she immediately took advantage of. darting her tongue inside your mouth. minnie on the other hand, busied herself with your breasts and your neck. fumbling your mounds like there’s no tomorrow while sucking and nipping on your neck. eventually, they got tired of all the foreplay. even sana was getting bored, evident in her groans in the background.

the three of you changed your position resulting to you straddling rosé while minnie was behind you. you gasped at the the feeling of their dicks rubbing against your nether regions. 

“i–i’ve never tried taking two at once before….” you whined hiding your face on rosé’s neck

“don’t worry baby, rosie and i promise to be gentle” to which rosé nodded in agreement.

you took deep breathes before nodding in submission to them. seeing your response, their eyes twinkle before plunging their dicks inside you at the same time. your scream at the sensation while the two groaned at your tightness. it felt so painful, like your were being ripped in half. the pain was overwhelming but so was the lingering pleasure that was starting to build up. the girls started thrusting until they reached a pace they were comfortable with. 

soon, your pained gasps turned into pleasured moans. hearing this, the two started getting rough. they started thrusting harder while their hands lingered all over your body. rosé fondled with your breasts while minnie snaked one of her hands, searching for your sensitive bundle of nerves. once her hand reached its destination, she was merciless. she rubbed so hard you started twitching from the sensation.

“ahhh minnie feels so good~” you moaned, “rosie, minnie mommies –ahh– faster please” you pleaded.

“you like that y/nnie? you like taking dicks abusing your holes?” rosé asked, amused at how helpless you looked.

you aggressively nodded in response, yelping when she suddenly smacked one of your buttcheeks. “shit do that again please” you pleaded. 

rosé smirks at your reaction before sending a barrage of alternating smacks between your buttcheeks. two dicks inside you, minnie stimulating your clit and rosé smacking your ass caused your brain to be overwhelmed your back arching. the two groaned at the sight.

sana, who has been quietly jerking herself by the chair also groaned before standing up, walking towards you, hands still jerking herself. she positioned herself near your head before grabbing the base of her dick, aiming it to your mouth.

“open up” she grunted. although dazed from pleasure, you managed to process what she asked for. you opened your mouth, taking her member in. sana groaned before starting to thrust in your mouth. tears ran down your cheeks from all the pleasure you were receiving. 

this continued more until suddenly, you felt it again. the knot in your stomach was starting to form making you whine more on sana’s dick. the three noticed this, based on how they all suddenly started thrusting harder onto you.

“fuck–you’re cumming baby? could feel you getting tighter.” minnie grunted, her thrusts starting to reach an uneven pace. she was close too; you could feel it, and so were the other girls.

“shit baby im cumming, you’re gonna take it all right? gonna keep my seed deep inside you like a good girl.” rosé hissed before releasing her load this caused to be over the edge and cumming too. your holes tightened causing a domino effect of minnie and sana also cumming.

the four of you layed there for awhile before they all pulled away. sweat running down your faces as you tried to catch your breathe. after awhile, you suddenly spoke up.

“well now that that’s over, im gonna catch some sleep now. it’s up to you guys if u want to return to your rooms or if you want to sleep here with me. good night girls” you announced, ready to sleep for the nth time today.

“sleep? oh baby you think we’re done? we’re just getting started. you won’t be able to sleep a wink tonight” minnie interjected, hands already snaking all over your body. you shivered at the feeling before praying in your mind.

‘lord, have mercy on me tonight.’ you pleaded as the three starting shifting their positions.

the next day, you woke up feeling sore. specially in your nether regions and your mouth. you turn to your left to see the cause of your pain, all tucked together and sleeping like they never gave you those mind boggling orgasms. you rolled your eyes at the sight before grabbing your pillows and started hitting them.

“ow ow y/n? ow!!” yelped sana as she was surprised and confused with your actions while rosé and minnie grumbled, clearly annoyed with getting their sleep disturbed.

you payed no heed to their reactions, “you guys need to get out! i need to fix myself up” you continued hitting them.

though drowsy and annoyed, the three obliged. they, picked up their clothes and got dressed. as they started heading out, rosé turned to you, “you know y/n, kicking us out to get dressed is kinda useless now. cause we’ve already seen everything.” she laughed as she dodged the pillow you threw at her.

you grumbled in annoyance as you tried to stand up and fix the bed. keyword = tried. as soon as you stood up, pain struck your whole body causing you fall flat on the floor. it let out a thud loud enough to send someone running to knock on your door.

“y/nnie?” it was karina, “are you okay? i heard a thud.”

“im fine! i just fell!”

“are you sure? can i come in?”

“rina im butt naked right now.”

“o-oh… i can help you(?)”” “WHAT?!”

despite your protest, karina wanted to see your naked body help you. she took a deep breathe before barging in, one hand covering her eyes but she was obviously peeking.

“RINA!” you squealed before covering your body with a fallen blanket. 

for a while, karina just stood there, mesmerized with how innocent and helpless you look. countless thoughts entered her mind, all of them involving her having her way with you. this lead her to feel a sudden tightness in her lower region. your eyes then trailed to the tent on her crotch causing an idea to pop inside her head. a smirk spread on her face but was quickly replaced by a faux look of distress.

noticing her discomfort and getting concerned, you asked “are you okay rina?” to which she shook her head no.

“it hurts……down there…..” she started whining whilst gesturing to her nether region. “can you help me? please?”

this of course caught you off guard, blood rushing to your cheeks. although flustered with the situation, you wanted to help karina and hey you’ve already experienced pleasuring someone three times last night right? you could say that you were already experienced. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

realizing that you have yet to respond to karina, you again tried to stand up this time succeeding (if standing on wobbly legs was successful at all).

“down there?” you repeated, your voice barely a whisper as you gestured towards karina’s crotch. your cheeks were on fire, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest. this was certainly not what you expected when you woke up this morning.

karina nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of vulnerability and something else you couldn’t quite place. she looked at you with a pleading expression, and you knew you couldn’t just leave her in discomfort. despite your own flustered state, you wanted to help her.

gathering your courage, you reached out and clasped her hands. “alright, i’ll help you,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. you carefully guided her to the bed, feeling the tension between you both rise.

karina’s internal smirk was hidden behind her innocent facade, but you could sense a shift in her demeanor. she seemed more confident now, her eyes glinting with a spark of mischief.

as you both sat on the edge of the bed, you took a deep breath and leaned closer to her. “just… tell me if i’m doing things right” you murmured, your voice gentle.

karina’s breathe hitched as you positioned yourself between her legs, “i trust you, i know you’ll do great” she replied. 

you nodded back, feeling a rush of determination. you wanted to make her feel better, to ease her discomfort. slowly, you started by palming her erection through her shorts to which she shuddered. you then unzipped them and pulled them down along with her boxers. her cock sprang up, almost hitting your chin in the process. you heard karina let out a sigh of relief while you stared at her member.

it was noticeably throbbing, a sign of how much pain karina was suffering right now. poor baby, if only you knew.

not wanting karina to be in pain for any longer, you quickly went down in business. you wrapped your hands around the rigid member. karina’s eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape. you leaned in, your lips brushing against her ear. “let me know if you need me to stop,” you whispered, your voice husky.

she shook her head slightly, her grip on your hands tightening. “don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice laced with need.

encouraged by her response, you continued your ministrations, your touch growing bolder. you could feel her body responding to your touch, her tension melting away. 

karina’s breaths were coming in short, sharp bursts now, and hips started thrusting against your hand. you could see the desire in her eyes, and it fueled your own passion.

“y/n baby……….. your mouth” she gasped “i need it” 

although you were caught off guard by her request, you still complied. you opened your mouth to accommodate to her plea. 

karina whimpered as the warm, wet mouth enveloped her throbbing member. it felt so good to have this intimate part of her worshiped in such a lewd manner. the stimulation was overwhelming, and she arched her back in delight. head nearly falling to hit the bed, her upper torso barely being supported by her forearms and elbows against the bed.

she groaned, one of her hands moving to get tangled in your messy hair as they bobbed up and down on her member. the suction increased, and she gasped for breath. the pleasure was intense, making her feel like she was floating on a cloud.

"y/n" she moaned, her voice thick with desire. she felt like she was on the verge of exploding, and she couldn't help but beg for more. "harder, baby," she pleaded. "more." her hips starting to thrust inside your mouth

hearing this, you started sucking harder. you found your hands playing with karina’s balls causing her to cry out in pleasure, her body shuddering as she felt intense waves of pleasure wash over her.

she screamed out in ecstasy, her body shaking with the feeling of her nearing climax.

"i'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice ragged. "don't stop, baby."

you didn't miss a beat, and moments later, karina exploded in a symphony of bliss. her muscles tensed, and her cries of pleasure filled the room. it was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that she would never forget. it was better than those times when she relieved herself.

as the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away, karina collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. while you, climb on top to lay beside her.

"that was amazing," she breathed, reaching down to stroke your hair. "thank you, baby." as she kissed your forehead.

karina then rolled over, pulling you on top of her. her fingers traced along your back, urging you closer as her lips met yours in a passionate kiss. although caught off guard, you matched her passion. but before you could further continue, a knock was heard on your door. groaning in annoyance you asked who it was. “WELL IF YOU DON’T WANT YOUR BREAKFAST TO GET COLD YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS DOWN NOW!!” the person yelled back, revealing herself to be minnie.

the mention of breakfast made you realize how hungry you were and apparently you weren’t the only one, judging by how karina’s stomach grumbled. her ears reddened making you laugh at her. “say, let’s eat breakfast now what do you say?” you offered to which karina quickly agreed, nodding quickly you’d think her head will fall off.

you both got up, picked your discarded clothes and fixed yourself and your bed before heading downstairs for breakfast. reaching the kitchen, you saw that everyone was already there and are eating what seems to be sakura’s cooking. the smell caused karina’s already grumbling stomach to further grumble louder making everybody look at her. silence lingered in the room before a snort, then a giggle, then full on laughing was heard all over the room. “HAHAHAHAHA Y/N MUST’VE TIRED RINA OUT FOR HER TO BE THAT HUNGRY!” sana jokes amplifying the laughter. embarrassed, karina fought back “AT LEAST I COULD CONTROL MYSELF AND NOT WAKE THE WHOLE HOUSE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!”

this caused sana to gasp but before she could answer back, sakura cut them off “now now, breakfast’s gonna get cold, eat first then you settle things later when you do the laundry” to which they grumbled but still sat down making you also sit down.

“so y/n,” sakura began, “how did you sleep last night? good hopefully minus some nightly visitors.” eyeing three people making them look away.

you blushed at the reminder of last night before bashfully answering “it was nice, i slept great and i appreciated their company last night.” this made the three smirk and sakura to huff. 

you heard someone muttering but chose to ignore it, maybe it wasn’t important right? wonyoung then opened up a topic leading to a breakfast filled with chitchat. you guys divided up today’s task and as expected, yours were to wash the dishes and tidy up the house. you weren’t alone of course, sakura and yeji volunteered to help which you were grateful for. 

soon, everyone was finished with breakfast. prompting them to all stand up and for you to collect the plates and do the dishes while sakura and yeji disappeared in the house gathering the cleaning materials and the rest go out to either collect firewood, hunt for meat or forage carrying with them, the packed lunches that sakura prepared.

as you stood at the sink, warm water flowed over your hands as you scrubbed the final few dishes. the frequent sound of running water and the soft clinking of dishes runs through the silent room. your attention drifts a little, concentrating on finishing the rest of the task.

suddenly, you feel a set of arms gently wrap around your waist, drawing you back in an embracing hold. surprised, you turn to your side to find sakura leaning her head against your shoulder, her breath hot against your ear and her eyes filled with hunger. this made you feel hot on the inside.

“you think this is all just a game don’t you? getting fucked by nearly everyone in this household?” she spat in your ear as her hands found their way to your underwear, toying with your clit. “you’re already this wet? you are a slut aren’t ya.” making you whimper and to lean against her. 

“kkura-ah!” she clamped your mouth before you could catch any unwanted attention. 

“quiet,” she spat. “now bend over for me like the slut that you are.” her words making you feel even hotter. you wordlessy obliged sakura’s demand making her smirk.

as you bent over, her hands ran down your tank top covered back. it was as if her palms were trying to memorize the curves of your back. you felt her hands on the hem of your pajama pants 

as she starts to pull them down along with your panties. your slick making the panty stick to your nether region. sakura bit her lip at the sight before in to give it a long lick. you rolled your eyes at the sensation, even leaning back to be closer to her.

sakura chuckled at you reaction before she stood up and unbuckled her pants and pushing it down along with her boxers. you turned to look at her only to be faced with her throbbing member sitting between you buttcheeks. you blushed at the sight making her grin. leaning over to your ear, she began “im gonna fuck you on this sink until your breasts get imprinted here and everytime someone puts their dishes here, they get reminded of how good i fucked you here.” hands on your waist while humping against you.

then without any warning, she plunged herself inside you. you gasped at the intrusion, feeling how deep she was inside you. sakura grunted at how your walls tightened around her and how warm it was being inside you. she waited a few moments, letting you adjust around her size.

she soon started thrusting making your body press even further against the marbled sink. as moans, whines, gasps and a mix off all came out of your mouth, sakura thrusted harder. she then soon remembered that yeji was still inside the house.

“you’re moaning here like an attention seeking whore. you want yeji to hear you? i bet that riles you up, getting caught whoring aroung, being a whole household’s fuck toy” her taunting was proven when you tightened at her words making her smirk.

“ah— stop saying it like that” you tried to defend yourself.

“but isnt it true baby? i felt you tighten and all” sakura rebutted one hand leaving your waist to smack one of your cheeks, leaving a red hand print.

“it’s embarrassing—ah kkura!— when you say it out loud” you cried as your body responded to her stimulations. tears running down your eyes from the mixture of pleasure and pain as sakura maniacally laughs with bits of groans coming out at times.

this onslaught of moans continued on until you felt the familiar knot in your stomach starting to form. “kkura im close —ah!” you warned her turning to her sweat covered face. 

“hold it,” she grunted, “i know it feels good but i don’t give a fuck, i want you to hold it.” 

this made you whine, your body saying no but you knew better than to disobey sakura. 

“please kkura! i need it.” you pleaded but sakura’s face remained unchanged. the only thing that seemed to change was how her thrust became uneven, a sure sign that she was also near. 

but what you didn’t know was how great sakura was at holding her release. determined to prolonged your pleasurable suffering, she bit her lips as she held her release. minutes passed by and you felt like you could no longer hold yourself any futhwe.

“kkura,” you begged. “i can’t take it anymore, i wanna cum please please please please” sakura groaned, knowing that she also can’t hold it any longer. “just a little more love, i’m near” she thrusted a few more times before finally letting go, her hips shaking as she buried herself deeper inside you seemingly trying to prolong her pleasure. the moment you felt her warm fluid inside, you also let go. eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs twitching and your mind going blank. sakura pressed her face against your neck, inhaling your post sex scent leaving a trail of soft kisses as she does so. 

a few moments passed and your rapidly beating hearts have finally calmed down. sakura pulls away from you, including her member, leaving you whining at the lost of contact. her eyes trailed down to your nether region, the sight of your mixed fluids making her eyes glimmer as she licked her lips. but it all crumbled down when she heard you groan in pain as you attempted to raise your upper body that lied against the marbled surface for so long. 

“oh dear did i overdo it? i have some pain relievers in my room, do you need some? what about water? are you feeling thirsty?” your eyes just started staring at her in shock  like a tarsier.

……‘is this really the same woman that made me submit and called me names.’ you asked yourself as you continued to stare only breaking your train of thoughts when you realized that sakura was starting to panic and ramble. you giggled at how cute she was in contrast to how dominant she was a few minutes ago. you pinched her cheeks to stop her from rambling which thankfully was really effective. sakura blushed at the gesture before you began, “im fine k kura, just tired” you reassured her. 

“but i think i need to rewash the dishes, sweat got all over them”

she rolls her eyes before joking, “don’t bother, some freaks in this household would want that” and then cackled

your eyes widened at her statement making you playfully shove her shoulder. “don’t say that, that’s so unsanitary!”

wiping her sweat, she picked both your clothes up, helping you get into them before also wearing her own clothes. her fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face as she leaned down, her soft voice filled with warmth.

“rest for a bit, alright? i’ll finish my task first’’ she said, her tone comforting. with one last glance over her shoulder, she walked away, her steps light but satisfied.

“oh by the way,” she paused, facing you “if you want more of me, just go to my room” she winked before finally leaving. you rolled her eyes at her statement before rerinsing the dishes. 

after finishing the dishes, you dried your hands and walked into the living room. yeji was sitting on the couch, her face flushed as she quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it over her lap.

“you’re done already?” she asked, her voice slightly shaky, avoiding your gaze as she fidgeted nervously.

you raised an eyebrow, noticing her unusual behavior. taking a step closer, you tilted your head in curiosity.

“what’s wrong?” you asked softly, your voice laced with concern.

yeji’s hands gripped the pillow tighter, her gaze darting away as her cheeks grew even redder. “n-nothing!” she blurted out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

you knelt slightly, trying to meet her eyes, your curiosity growing. “yeji, are you sure? you look… flustered.” you pressed gently, your tone teasing but kind.

her lips parted, but no words came out as she shifted awkwardly, clutching the pillow like her life depended on it. 

“come on, you can tell me yeji.” you urged. this made her let out a sigh of defeat, finally giving in.

“fine, it’s just that i uh-uhm…” she stammered, her voice starting to fade. “i watched you and sakura at the sink.”

it was now your turn to blush at what she said, “what?”

“yeah i uh-uhm got a situation down here……” she admitted. 

you gasped at what you heard, feeling guilty at the situation you’ve placed yeji into. you wanted to help and you were going to, with the ways you learned from this household.

“oh my gosh! im really sorry about that.” you apologized making yeji shake her head. “no no it’s fine y/n” 

“i can help you with your situation if you want” you offered. this perked her interest, countless thoughts running through her head and making herself smirk. “well…. if you want that” she accepted, ears reddening. you beamed at her before she took your hands pulling you upstairs to her room. 

when you both reached her room, she wasted no time pinning you against the door while locking it. her lips locked with yours rubbing her bulge against your core making you whine. her lips travelled from your jaw to your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. when she found it, she abused the hell out of it, your already loud whines were getting louder at this point.

while your mind while being turned into putty, yeji’s hands got busy too. they snaked around your body, slowly undressing you and herself. with all your clothes now pooling on your foot yeji pulled away, pushing you down on her bed. as you’re gasping for breathe, yeji sat between your thighs, hand placing one of your thighs on her shoulder. she then guided her member against your folds, spreading the wetness secreted by your greater vestibular gland. 

you whined at the teasing wanting nothing more but to feel her inside you. yeji on the other hand, wanted this as much as you but she wanted to take some necessary precautions to avoid hurting you. when she deemed you wet and lubricated enough, she pushed in. a satisfied groan soon ripped out of her throat, as you cry from her intrusion. yeji stays still for a while, letting you adjust to her size.

as soon as you seemed to adjust to her member, she began to thrust wildly making your eyes roll at the back of your head. in a moment, yeji’s room became filled with your pussy squelching accompanied by your whines and her groans.

“ah-ah-ah yeji!” you gasped out as you felt her member repeatedly hitting your cervix. yeji eyed the way your chest heaved up and down, how your breasts shook, a trail of drool running down to your jaw. she leaned in to lick it as one of her hands crept to wrap around your neck, giving it a light squeeze. your walls tightened as response to your body suddenly receiving a limited amount of oxygen arms thrashing against yeji’s back. 

yeji, feeling your reaction smirked as she further tighten her grip on your neck as black dots start to dance around your eyesight. 

“you look so beautiful like this, my hands around your neck”

just when you were about to pass out, yeji let go. you gasped for air as she continued to thrust roughly inside you. while you were catching your breathe, yeji leaned in to engage you in a lip locking session. moaning against the kiss, you wrapped your legs around her waist as you feel your climax approaching making her hiss at your tightness.

“fuck. are you getting close dear? you’re getting tighter all for me.” as she said those words, she began to feel her release too. determined to let you cum first, she held her release as her thrusts became became deeper and messy. your eyes well up from yeji’s change of pace as you reach your climax.

“ahhhh-im cumming!” you squealed wrapping your arms around yeji’s neck, pulling her to your chest, smothering her face in near your breast as you came. yeji groaned against your chest at how you tightened around her, finally letting go and filling you with her release. your bodies shuddered at the peak of your pleasure, your chests heaving up and down in an attempt to catch your breathe.

yeji stayed inside you for awhile, resting, before finally pulling out. you whined at the feeling of emptiness inside while yeji remained silent. you looked at her and her eyes was glued to your nether region. as she starred at how your mixed liquids flowed out of your folds, she let her intrusive thoughts win and she swiped her fingers to collect your fluid bumping against your clit making your body twitch as she licked it off her fingers.

“that was hot” you muttered, making you both look at each other before giggling together as if the two just didn’t have sex. 

“yeah it was” yeji agreed, closing in to cuddle you. minutes passed by as you both rested in her bed, nothing could be heard but your relaxed breathing as your eyes start to get heavy but a knock at the door interrupts the silence.

“yeji? y/n? i know the both of you are really tired but please do know that the others will be coming home soon and if you don’t want to be the subject to their teasings, you both better be by now” sakura advised. 

“yeah yeah we’ll be ready in a bit” yeji answered back, getting up and picking up your discarded clothes. your eyes followed her as she moved around the room picking up the clothes. as yeji finished, she sat back down at the bed handing you your clothes.

“you heard kkura, get dressed, when you’re done we’ll head downstairs” she said, getting up again to properly wear her clothes.you nod, thanking her as you also got up to wear your clothes. 

when you were both finished, you headed down to find sakura by the couch reading a book. she catches you guys in her peripheral vision, and she smiles closing her book. she patted the space beside her calling the two of you to sit close to her. you smile back pulling yeji with you as you jump to sit at the couch. the two giggle at your antics as yeji reaches over the coffee table to get some of the cookies that sakura seemingly baked. the three of you lounge and chat as you  wait for the others to arrive home. 

while the sun sets, you hear a bunch of familiar voices outside and the door opens with a bang.

“I’M HOMEEEEE!!!” sana yells and rosé hits her in the head to quiet her down. 

“shut your yap i’m already tired of hearing you all day” rosé complained rolling her eyes.

sana ignores her, eyes landing on you making her squeal.

“Y/NNIE I MISSED YOUUUU!” she exclaimed tackling you in a hug.

“hey sana…….” you greet hugging her back.

“how as your day? did kkura and yeji give you a hard time? did you have any fun? are you tired?” she interrogated.

“now now sana-chan, don’t overwhelm her so much” karina tried calming the squirrel down.

murmurs of agreement spread around the room making sana pout hugging you tighter. you all giggled at her adorable antics before sakura stood announcing that she’ll start making dinner.

“you guys should freshen up” she advised, pertaining to the group that stayed outside the whole day.

they all agreed with her, not forgetting to thank her for again cooking a meal for everyone. as sakura left to go to the kitchen, the rest proceeded to go to their rooms upstairs to freshen up, yeji towing behind saying she forgot something in her room. 

you were left there alone in the living room as you leaned back against the couch eyes glued to the ceiling as you let today’s events sink down. minutes pass by and you feel the couch dip beside you. you turned to your left to see wonyoung looking at you curiously.

“penny for you thoughts?” she asked.

“oh im just thinking of the things that happened today” you admit.

“how is it so far? have you been adjusting well?” she wondered.

“yeah, im loving it here.” you answered.

the two of you kept conversing as the rest of the girls joined after freshening up. time passed by and soon, sakura finished cooking, prompting you to stand up to help her set the table. one you were done, sakura called the rest over.  

wonyoung was the first to arrive, her bright energy filling the room as she eagerly claimed a seat. "it smells so good, sakura! what did you make?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.  

"you’ll see," sakura replied with a small smile, bringing out the dishes.  

sana followed shortly after, laughing softly as she settled beside wonyoung. "it’s nice to just sit down together like this after such a long day," she said, stretching her arms.  

karina nodded, sliding into the seat across from them. "no kidding. carrying all that firewood back was no joke. my arms feel like they’re about to fall off."  

rosé joined next, brushing snow off her cloak as she sat down. "you think that’s bad? try foraging for berries in the freezing cold. my fingers are still numb," she said, holding her hands out toward the fire.

soyeon walked in with yeji close behind, both of them looking a little worn. "hunting today was rough," yeji said as she dropped into her seat, her tired expression softening as the aroma of the food reached her. "but at least we managed to bring something back."  

"yeah, but i think the deer were mocking us by how fast they ran," soyeon added with a small laugh.  

soon, the table was filled with laughter and conversation, everyone sharing stories about their tasks and the small triumphs of the day. sakura’s cooking didn’t last long as everyone happily dug in, the warmth of the meal matching the lively energy of the group.

after dinner, everyone helped clear the table, but you offered to handle the dishes. the sound of laughter from the other girls slowly faded as they headed to their rooms, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

once the last plate was cleaned and dried, you wiped your hands and headed to your room. exhaustion weighed heavily on you, and you were grateful for the softness of your bed. as you settled under the covers, just on the edge of sleep, a gentle knock startled you.

"come in," you called softly, sitting up slightly.

the door creaked open to reveal wonyoung, holding a small cup of water. her usual brightness was dimmed by concern as she stepped inside. "i noticed you didn’t drink much during dinner," she said, offering the cup with a sweet smile. "i thought you might need this before sleeping."

"oh," you murmured, touched by the gesture. "thank you, wonyoung." taking the cup, you sipped it without a second thought.

as soon as you set the cup down, a strange dizziness overtook you. the room swayed, and your limbs felt heavy. panic rose in your chest, but your body refused to respond.

"w-wonyoung...?" you managed to whisper, your voice slurring.

"shh," she said gently, brushing your hair back. "don’t worry. you’ll be fine." her words were soothing, but the darkness that pulled you under was anything but.

when you woke, the cold bite of metal against your wrists jolted you fully awake. your hands were tied above your head, the cold shackles digging into your skin. your previous clothes were now replaced with a thin white nightgown that barely did anything against the cold. your surroundings were unfamiliar, a grand yet eerie castle chamber, with high ceilings and dark stone walls. the luxurious bed beneath you was in stark contrast to the situation you were in. it was eerie yet seemed familiar…….

your heart pounded as you struggled against the bindings, but they held firm. the dim light from a single window only added to the suffocating sense of dread. how did you end up here? and more importantly, where was wonyoung?

your train of thoughts was cut by the loud bang made by the door, a figure entered and faced you a smirk evident in her face. all the color drained from your face as you properly saw the figure. standing infront of you was the person you were running away from in the first place, the queen herself. queen jang daah.

your shocked must’ve been really obvious because daah began laughing.

“h-how did you find me?” you tensely questioned.

“oh y/n y/n, my sweet innocent y/n.” she mocked. “you thought i’d never find you? you thought a house hidden deep in the forest would be out of my reach? i have eyes everywhere my dear.” she finished, leaning close to you.

if you were first scared, now you were terrified. countless thoughts ran through your head. if daah knows about the house, what happened to the girls? were they caught? oh god hopefully not you prayed.

“why the silence my sweet? cat your tongue?” she giggled, her hand cupping your cheeks.

“w-what did you do to the girls? are they okay? did you hurt them?” you asked, tears starting to well up if your eyes. you let out a gasp at her response.

“oh your housemates? oh dear why would i hurt my attendants? that would be counterintuitive” she tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with menace.  

“a-attendants?” you repeated, your mind racing.  

“yes, my darling. attendants,” she cooed, leaning in closer. “they’ve been serving me all along. my eyes in the forest… such loyal little helpers, don’t you think?”  

your heart sank as her words began to sink in. “they… they were helping you?”  

“of course,” she said with a smirk. “did you think they were just simple girls living in a cottage? no, no, my sweet. they were tasked with bringing you to me. and oh, they did such a fine job of earning your trust.”  

you shook your head, tears spilling over. “no… no, they wouldn’t do that. they’re my friends. you’re lying!”  

her grip on your cheeks tightened slightly, her smile widening. “friends? oh, my dear, how adorably naive. they played their roles well, didn’t they? but don’t fret. their loyalty is rewarded, and now, you are here, right where you belong.”  

“why?” you choked out, struggling against the bonds. “why are you doing this?”  

her expression softened, though the glint in her eyes remained predatory. “because you, my sweet, are special. and i’ve waited far too long to have you. you should feel honored, you’ll never have to leave this castle again.” you didn’t believe her words, surely she ulterior motives right? like she’ll use your body for a ritual or something. 

“don’t struggle, my sweet,” she murmured, her face drawing closer, her lips curving into a smile that sent a chill down your spine. “this will only make it easier for you to understand… you belong to me now.”  

her hand trailed to your jaw, tilting your face up as she leaned in. her breath was warm against your skin, her lips dangerously close. you tried to turn away, but her grip was firm, holding you in place.  

just as her lips were about to meet yours, the door slammed open with a thunderous crash, the sound echoing through the room.  

“get away from her!”  

your eyes widened as you saw wonyoung standing in the doorway, her chest heaving like she’d run all the way there. for a brief moment, relief washed over you until you saw her lips curl into a sly smile.  

“oh, sister, you didn’t think you’d get to have all the fun without me, did you?” she said, stepping inside.  

your heart dropped, confusion and betrayal crashing over you. “w-wonyoung… sister? what’s going on?” you stammered, your voice shaking.  

daah let out a delighted laugh, her hand still cupping your cheek. “oh, my sweet, you didn’t realize? wonyoung isn’t just anyone she’s my sister. and she’s been helping me all along.”  

it all made sense now, why she looked familiar, why she reminded you of someone. she was the queen’s sister. the one rumored to have left the palace in pursuit of a much simpler life, hence you never saw her. but her resemblance to the queen was undeniable

wonyoung’s eyes softened as she approached the bed, but the warmth you’d once found in them felt twisted now. “don’t look so scared,” she murmured, crouching beside you. “we didn’t bring you here to hurt you. we just… couldn’t let you go.”  

“this has to be some kind of sick joke,” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “you… you lied to me.”  

“we did what we had to,” wonyoung said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “don’t you see? you’re special. you’re ours.”  

“ours,” daah echoed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “and now, there’s no escaping it.”  

you struggled against the bindings, your heart pounding in your chest, but neither of them seemed fazed. instead, wonyoung leaned in, her touch unnervingly gentle as she rested her hand on your arm. daah’s grip on your chin tightened, her possessive smile sending shivers down your spine.  

“don’t fight it, my sweet,” daah whispered, her lips dangerously close to yours. “this is your new life. you’re ours now.”  

daah closed the gap betweens yours lips while wonyoung snaked her hands around your torso. her hands played with your breasts until your nipples were erect. this made you moan against daah’s mouth giving her the chance to push her tongue inside your mouth as her hands found their way to your clothed folds, gently rubbing it. 

tears ran down your cheeks as your body responded to their touches in ways you didn’t want. but how could you resist it when two extremely attractive sisters are currently playing with your sensitive regions. daah pulled away for moment giving you the chance to breathe as she ripped your nightgown, exposing your bare body to the cold.

as your body’s natural response, your arms attempted to cover your body but daah caught them in time. 

“no need to hide your beautiful body my sweet,” daah cooed but her toned changed. “we deserve to see it after all the shit that you’ve put us through.”

wonyoung giggled at her sister’s sudden shift before joking, “calm down sis, we have all the time in the world don’t we? after all, she’s ours now”

daah said nothing, only nodding in agreement before sitting up on her knees to unzip her 

gown. wonyoung, seeing her sister, then followed suit. your eyes widened at the sight of their members stood tall between their thighs. seeing your reaction, the sisters dissolved into laughter at how you looked.

“why are you so shocked? it’s not like this is first time seeing one right?” daah mocked leaning closer again, “wonyoung told me about how much of a slut you were to my attendants.” her statement made you whine, closing your eyes in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

the sisters grinned at your reaction before you felt the tightness of shackles against your wrist suddenly vanish. you open your eyes in confusion and just as you were about to ask a question, wonyoung already cut you off.

“we’re giving you the chance to redeem yourself, so be a good girl for us.” she explained. “and you better not waste it or you’ll face some severe disciplining.”

her last words made you shiver in fear but nevertheless, you nod. it was useless to fight anyway, your first and final attempt to freedom was nothing more than a facade so why not accept and enjoy your new life now?

“words pretty, i need to hear it.”

“y-yes mommies….”

“good.”

“now where we’re we?”

as those words left daah’s mouth, it was like a switch was flicked inside them. their grinning faces turned into faces filled with desire, almost predatory. like you were some sort of prey trapped.

“say sis, which one do you prefer? the front or the back?” wonyoung asked her sister.

“hmmm… i think i’d prefer her backdoor” daah replied, already moving behind you as her hands found their way on your breast. her actions making you moan, leaning back against her which in turn causing your body to rub against her member. this made the queen groan, pulling you closer to her rubbing her member against you.

“don’t forget about me.” wonyoung spoke, leaning in to capture your lips. you moaned against her lips wrapping your arms around neck. you were so loss into the kiss and the amount of stimulation you were receiving that you never noticed that the sisters have already lined their members against your holes.

you pulled away from the kiss to let out a squeal when you felt them enter you. you smothered your face against wonyoung’s neck as you tried to adjust to their sizes. this was only your second time taking two shafts inside you and it wasn’t easier than the first time. the sisters groaned as your walls tightened around them in an attempt to adjust to their sizes.

they stayed still, letting you get used to them. when your whimpers died down, a sign that you’ve adjusted, they were ruthless. daah moved first, and wonyoung followed suit their thrusts pattern all over their face as they try to find a rhythm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, blindly grabbing anything in your reach. daah’s mouth found their way at the base of your neck leaving light kisses all over, but she soon gave a hard bite making you scream out it pain.

“may this be a reminder of who you belong to, us” daah whispered, thrusting harder than before, her hands slithering down to find your bundle of nerves, abusing it when she found it.

tears ran down your face from the combined sensation of pain and pleasure. wonyoung, seeing this leaned in to kiss your tears away her thrusts, following behind her sister’s. 

“fuck you’re so tight for us y/nnie~. for someone who ran away from us, you’re awfully enjoying this so much” she teased, her lips also finding their way to your neck leaving out her own mark. she pulled away, admiring your mark filled neck that the two of them made. she made eye contact with her sister, smirking as if they read each other’s mind. you felt them slowing down to a stop, pulling out and just as you were about to plead for them, they suddenly plunged back inside you with full force. your mind, now already deteriorated into putty made you mindlessly babble as more tears ran down your face. 

the room was soon filled your cries of “mommy”, your pleas, and the sister’s groans of pleasure as you felt their members hitting your deepest crevices and as you leaned forward in exhaustion your eyes caught sight of something. a bulge can be seen in your womb area, the sight rousing your attention making your moans start to quieten down.

daah, confused with your sudden silence, looked over your shoulder to take a look at whatever it is that caught your attention. seeing the bulge she smirked, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“fuck, you feel us my sweet? that’s us, that’s us that your slutty body is taking” pressing down the bulge making you wail and wonyoung to let out a groan as her hands found their way to play with your breasts.

“she’s getting tighter–shit i’m getting close ahhh fuck!” wonyoung yelled out, her thrust getting out of control as she tried to chase her high.

“ahhh me too fuck y/n keep that up my sweet” daah followed, groaning as she laid her face in your neck, sniffing your scent. 

with their thrusts being all over the place and getting rougher and deeper inside of you, of course you also felt yourself being pushed over the edge. 

“mommies!” you wailed, “i–fuck cum!” words being forgotten, pleasure overtaking over your cognitive functions. 

“no! you’re not allowed to until we cum!” daah demanded, the restriction worsening your already sobbing state.

“b-but!” you tried to plead, only to be cut by wonyoung “i don't care how good it feels you better not cum unless we tell you to” she spat, closing her eyes.

fortunately, with how much you were squeezing them, they reached their highs. wonyoung came first, gripping your thighs, her nails digging against your skin as she shakingly tried to pump into to you in an attempt to maximize the pleasure that she felt. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt the warm fluid fill up your walls.

daah followed suit due to your anal orifice tightening in response to wonyoung’s release. she grabbed you by your neck, forcing you to look at her, your lips being caught in a liplocking session against her own lips as she releases inside you. 

the overstimulation got to you and without warning, you felt yourself release, your legs twitching as you let out an ear splitting squeal of pleasure, before leaning back against daah in exhastion. wonyoung layed against you too and you all layed there, in a sandwich position, all you of breathing deeply in exhaustion. 

you felt your eyes start to get heavy from fatigue as you squirmed to find a better position to sleep in. as you tried you moved around, the two pulled their members out of you to give you some space to move. when you finally settled down, they both layed beside you, each taking one side. 

“sleep now our darling, you need to regain your energy for next time” wonyoung whispered by your side, leaning in to kiss your cheek. daah seeing her sister’s actions, did the same kissing your other cheek. you smiled at their gesture, as you finally let your sleepiness take over you, finally able to accept your new life in the castle, pleased with the fact that their intentions with you have been cleared.

hweheheheh

i swear after my finals i'll publish that fic i spoiled

this is such a beautiful ending to such a beautiful fic. good lord this a chef's kiss🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 i would frame this in a museum if i could 😭

𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 - Part 5 (Final)

Winter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~9K

Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5

Synopsis: Kim Minjeong had heard all about the famous group of fuckboys and fuckgirls around campus. When Y/N Y/L/N, the leader of that group and student council president of the university, approached her with sweet smiles and soft gestures, Minjeong decided she would be the one playing her instead.

Except maybe Y/N took her relationship with Minjeong seriously and was never even a fuckgirl to begin with.

Tags: death, hospital setting, misunderstandings, run and chase, guitarist Minjeong, band!Aespa, doctor!reader

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Y/N expected Minjeong to try even harder after the car ride.

She expected the flowers, food, and gifts to keep coming, and she expected the orange-haired singer to keep appearing in her life.

But no.

A week went by without any sign of life from Minjeong.

Then two weeks.

When a full month went by, Y/N assumed the singer had given up. She had bitten off more than she could chew, and when the reality of the situation finally hit her, she ran away and left the doctor behind once again.

Y/N didn't know whether to be happy or sad, so, as always, she focused on her work.

"Think I scared the carrot off?" Yana asked, trying to keep a proud smile at bay.

"Think you're pissing me off." Y/N didn't look up at her. She leaned back in her chair and focused on the document in front of her.

"You're such a sourpuss," Yana tutted, flicking Y/N's earlobe affectionately. Y/N swatted her hand away, but there was a hint of a smile on her face.

"And you're annoying," she retorted. "I'm busy, you know. I have things to do, papers to sign, patients to see."

Yana rolled her eyes, resting her hip against the edge of the desk.

"Or you're just trying to avoid going home."

Y/N almost scoffed. "Yeah, tell that to the eight-year-old diagnosed with a grade 2 astrocytoma."

Yana's expression softened momentarily, a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

"How is Yoonji doing?" she asked softly.

Y/N sighed, leaning back in her chair and rubbing a hand over her face. "As good as she can be," she said quietly. "It's serious, Yana, and she's young. The next few months..." Her voice trailed off, and she didn’t finish the sentence.

Yana was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Maybe you should go home, Y/N, and come back with a refreshed mind. You've been here for almost three days now—it's not healthy."

Y/N shook her head, though weariness was evident in her eyes. The worry for her young patient weighed heavily on her shoulders, along with the mountain of paperwork on her desk.

"Can't. I have a surgery in two hours," she said softly, her voice betraying more exhaustion than she wanted to show.

Yana frowned, clearly worried. She knew how relentless Y/N could be when it came to her work, but she also knew the toll it took on her.

"Are you even listening to yourself? Three days without a proper break? You need to take care of yourself too. You’ll burn out at this rate."

She placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Let someone else handle the surgery. Take a day off. Go home, take a bath, watch some trashy TV, and eat something other than hospital food for once."

Y/N sighed, knowing that Yana wouldn’t relent without an answer. She dropped her pen and turned in her chair to face her friend. "I'll do that after surgery, okay? Don’t worry so much about me. I'm fine."

Yana raised an eyebrow skeptically. "After this surgery, you'll just find another reason to stay. And then another after that. I know you, Y/N."

She crossed her arms, fixing Y/N with a stern look. "You need rest. And if you won’t take it voluntarily, I’ll make you."

Y/N shook her head, smiling faintly as she held up her pinky between them. "No, this is the last one, I promise. My schedule’s clear for tomorrow. I won’t set foot in this hospital."

Yana huffed but couldn’t resist the pinky swear. "Fine," she said, linking her pinky with Y/N's. "But if I catch you here tomorrow, I’ll knock you out and drive you home myself."

She let go of their pinkies and made her way toward the door. "Come say bye before you leave?"

Y/N couldn’t help but smile softly and nod. "I will."

As her friend finally left, she refocused on the documents in front of her. She was supposed to be analyzing the best procedure to adopt with the little girl who still didn’t know she had cancer, but it was a tricky situation. The cancer was advanced, and the only possible surgeries were incredibly risky given the girl's age. Y/N had been trying to come up with a solution for days, but nothing seemed viable.

Y/N sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair, not hearing the soft knock at the door or the quiet footsteps coming inside.

Minjeong slipped into the office, a smile spreading across her face at the sight before her. Y/N just looked so captivating when she was focused—her brow slightly furrowed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Minjeong had missed her.

"You look stressed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N's head shot up at the sound, her eyes widening in surprise. Minjeong stood in the doorway, her smile soft and warm.

Y/N’s heart gave a sharp thump against her chest. It had been a month since she’d seen the singer. Seeing her again now, after a month of silence, knocked the breath right out of her.

She quickly gathered herself. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone coming out a bit more brusque than intended.

Minjeong didn’t let the tone bother her. She approached and took a seat on the other side of the desk.

"I missed you, Y/N," she said softly, pulling a small gift from her pocket. It was a golden necklace with a small heart pendant. "Got this in Berlin...made me think of you."

Y/N’s gaze flickered to the necklace in Minjeong’s hand, her heart twisting at the sight. Her eyes then lifted to meet Minjeong’s, taking in her soft smile and familiar features.

She wanted to stay mad, to tell Minjeong to leave her office and leave her alone. But she couldn’t seem to find the words.

After a few moments of silence, Y/N finally spoke. "You've been gone a month," she said, cursing the slight waver in her voice.

Minjeong nodded, her eyes drifting away from Y/N's. "Yeah, it was the last leg of our tour. We're supposed to lay low for a while now—write songs for our new album and start the whole recording process again." She suddenly looked up at Y/N, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Did you like the gifts I sent you while I was away?"

Y/N frowned in confusion. "What gifts?"

Minjeong's excitement immediately deflated, replaced by a look of disappointment.

"What do you mean? I sent you a letter before leaving. And I sent you gifts after every performance. Bouquets, letters, chocolates..." Her voice trailed off as the realization hit her. "You... you didn't get any of it?"

Y/N shook her head. "Where did you send them to?"

"The hospital," Minjeong replied, her eyebrows furrowing. "I put your name on it."

Y/N paused, an amused expression flickering across her face.

"Right… all gifts sent to the hospital are automatically taken to the donations office. Come to think of it, that’s probably why the kiddos in the pediatric department were walking around with flowers all month."

Minjeong paled at the thought, her eyes widening in horror.

"Shit," she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. "All this time… I thought you were ignoring my gifts, and you... didn't even get any of them?"

A mixture of guilt and embarrassment washed over her. She had been so sure the doctor was rejecting her gifts.

Y/N smiled slightly, taking a moment to look Minjeong up and down as if to assess her well-being. Touring was incredibly taxing on people, but Minjeong looked okay. Tired, but okay.

"How was Berlin?" Y/N found herself asking without a second thought. Once she caught on to what had just happened, she inwardly cursed herself.

She wasn't supposed to show interest. She wasn't supposed to be interested.

Minjeong's initial embarrassment began to fade as she picked up on Y/N's unintended slip. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes softening with amusement. "Berlin was beautiful. Busy, but... beautiful," she said, her voice quieter now, almost as if she were trying not to break the fragile moment they were sharing.

Y/N did her best to appear disinterested. The subtle way she kept her gaze on Minjeong, how her hands stilled on the desk, and the way her jaw clenched when Minjeong smiled—all of it gave her away.

"It sounds like it," Y/N replied, keeping her tone neutral. She quickly moved to change the subject, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "At least the gifts went to someone who actually appreciated them."

Minjeong smiled at the small jab. "I'll be more careful next time. But for what it's worth, none of this would've happened if you just gave me your number."

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as she returned to her documents. "I'm not giving you my number."

"Why not?" Minjeong asked, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and disappointment. She leaned back in her seat, watching as Y/N worked.

She decided right then and there to reach for her purse as well. She pulled out her phone and notebook as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaving them on Y/N's desk as she stole one of the doctor's pens.

"'Cause you're perfectly capable of stalking me without it," Y/N declared, watching Minjeong with a raised eyebrow.

She was making herself at home, wasn't she?

Minjeong smirked, rolling her eyes as she settled comfortably into the seat.

"I prefer the term 'determined pursuit,'" she said, opening her notebook and focusing on it.

Y/N watched her for a while and eventually gave up with a head shake. Figuring the singer out wasn't worth her time, but curiosity got the best of her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Minjeong looked up from her notebook, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Working, of course," she said, her tone as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Figured I'd write better songs with my muse in front of me."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of annoyance and something else she didn't want to name.

"Just don't turn everyone against me this time around."

Minjeong's smile quickly vanished. She found herself hissing slightly and avoiding Y/N's eyes. "I never meant to turn anyone against you, you know? I... I couldn't have predicted that everyone would... react that way. And I was just so angry. I was an asshole. I'm sorry."

Y/N's expression didn’t change at the apology. Again, she told herself she didn’t need it. It had been too long; she had moved on. But even then, her younger self felt a little satisfied at finally getting the apology she had desperately craved.

She returned to her work without saying anything else. This wasn’t about Minjeong; she had a lot to do.

Minjeong pushed her feelings of disappointment and sadness aside to focus on her work. She figured she had to take things slow with Y/N. Overwhelming and annoying her was not the solution, so she opted for small, more discreet moments.

Also, she really did need inspiration for her new songs, and there was no one who inspired her more than the doctor.

So, the two got to work.

Minjeong glanced up from her writing, stealing glances at Y/N in between verses. She couldn't deny how comforting it was to be in the same space as her, even in silence.

Y/N also didn’t seem to mind Minjeong’s company. She’d never admit it out loud, but it felt good having the singer around again. She liked the attention and care that the orange-haired woman seemed to have for her. Sitting in front of her again reminded her of when they were younger, studying late into the night at the university’s library.

Nothing good really lasts forever, though, and soon Y/N’s pager rang.

It was time for her to prepare for surgery.

Minjeong watched her stand up and quickly got up to follow.

"Are we finally going home?" she smiled.

Y/N rolled her eyes softly. "You're going home. I have surgery."

"Oh." Minjeong's mouth fell open in slight surprise. She shrugged and settled back down in her chair. "I'll wait for you to come back, then."

Y/N halted her movements and stared at Minjeong. "It's a 5 to 7 hour surgery."

Minjeong didn't budge. "Even better. You'll be too tired when you come back, so I'll drive you home."

The doctor gaped at her. Minjeong was being so damn stubborn; it was almost as infuriating as it was endearing.

"You can't just camp out in my office for 7 hours," she snapped. "Go home. I don't need a babysitter."

Minjeong's smile widened at Y/N's outburst. She knew she was pushing her luck, but she couldn't help herself. There was something about Y/N that made her want to poke and prod and push.

She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her chin in a defiant gesture. "Do you have to complain about every nice thing I do? You'll be dead tired; I'll take you home."

Y/N's eyes narrowed as she looked at Minjeong. The girl was getting under her skin so easily, and the worst part was that a part of her actually enjoyed their arguments.

Her pager rang again, and she sighed. "I don't have time for this, Minjeong. Stop playing and go home."

She gathered her belongings and left, convinced that Minjeong wouldn't have the patience to wait that long. She figured the singer would last fifteen minutes alone in the office before heading home.

That thought was the reason why Y/N's eyes widened when she returned to her office eight hours later.

There had been complications in the surgery, so it took longer than expected.

Y/N had been certain that Minjeong would have left a long time ago. The sight of the singer laying on her couch, sleeping soundly, both surprised and frustrated her.

Y/N stood in the doorway, watching Minjeong. She wanted to feel angry, annoyed even, at the girl for sticking around all this time. But instead, a pang of concern and fondness took over her chest. Minjeong had just returned from tour; she should be resting well at home.

Y/N quietly walked over to the couch and stood in front of the singer, contemplating whether to wake her or just let her rest.

With a sigh, she walked to her closet and pulled out the fluffy blanket she usually used whenever she stayed back at the hospital. She covered Minjeong with it, watching her turn and sigh in her sleep before returning to her desk to start on her reports.

Y/N settled into her work, trying to ignore the soft sound of Minjeong's breathing in the background. It wasn't easy to concentrate, but she forced herself to focus. She'd get everything done and then deal with the singer, who’d probably wake up any moment now.

But Minjeong slept on, undisturbed, for the rest of the night. Y/N had just finished her tenth report, and the sun was high in the sky when she heard stirring from the couch.

Minjeong groaned, her eyelashes fluttering softly as she slowly opened her eyes. She sat up, a small yawn escaping her lips as she took in her surroundings.

Momentarily disoriented, her mind still foggy with sleep, her gaze fell upon Y/N, who sat at her desk surrounded by piles of paperwork.

The memory of last night came rushing back, and she felt a pang of guilt in her chest.

Clearing her throat, her voice still groggy from sleep, she said, "You were supposed to wake me up."

"You were supposed to go home," Y/N replied without looking up from her report, letting out a yawn. Yana would kill her if she knew she was still at the hospital.

"Why? So you could stay here all night and not sleep? I won't let you, doc."

Minjeong's voice was firm, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes as she observed the exhaustion evident on Y/N's face.

"I was worried about you." Minjeong stood up, her eyebrows furrowing as she walked toward Y/N. With a gentle touch, she reached for her pen. "Still am."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the gesture and sighed heavily. Truth be told, she was exhausted. She could barely remember the last time she slept, and her original plan had been to go home after her surgery. But it’s not like she could just leave Minjeong alone in her office, could she?

"Can you please just go home?"

"I will," Minjeong smiled. She almost felt bad at the relieved sigh that escaped Y/N's lips. "Just as soon as you do the same."

Y/N pursed her lips, her expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Minjeong's stubbornness was both maddening and endearing, and Y/N found herself caught in this strange push and pull. Part of her wanted to yell and demand Minjeong go home, but another part quietly appreciated her persistence.

Minjeong smiled.

This was a tightrope for her to walk, and she really didn't want to mess up. "I'm in love with you, Y/N, and I've been trying really, really hard to make you like me back, so I usually wouldn't be this annoying. But I'm standing my ground on this—you need to rest."

Y/N's breath hitched slightly at Minjeong's confession. It felt surreal to hear those words after all those years. A wave of emotions washed over her, bringing back memories she had buried deep in her heart.

"Why do you..." Y/N started, her voice faltering slightly. Why did Minjeong still like her? Especially after everything she had done?

"I don't need you, Minjeong..." Her voice was firm. "I don't need you, and I don't want you, so for the love of God, can you leave me alone?"

Minjeong's smile faltered for a moment, her heart sinking at the harsh words.

She took a step closer, her expression a mix of vulnerability and determination.

"I know," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I know you don't want me, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I'm not leaving. Not until I've proven to you how sorry I am."

"You can prove it by leaving me alone and not coming back." Y/N couldn't look at Minjeong—not when the singer was looking at her like that.

So she tried going back to her laptop.

Stepping forward, Minjeong reached over and gently closed the screen. Her hand landed on Y/N's, silently conveying her determination.

"I'm not leaving you alone when you're pushing yourself this hard. You need rest. You need to take care of yourself too, you know."

Y/N let out a deep, frustrated sigh, her shoulders sagging in exhaustion. She wanted to argue, to tell Minjeong to go away and leave her alone, but the weight of the past few days was catching up to her.

She reluctantly closed her eyes, her head drooping backwards against her chair. She knew she was too tired to fight.

"You're infuriating, you know that?" she mumbled, her voice betraying some vulnerability.

"Yeah, I know." Minjeong whispered in response.

She knew she was treading on thin ice, pushing boundaries she had no right to cross. But there was something about Y/N that brought out a protective side in her, and she found herself unable to simply walk away.

"I'm gonna take you home," she quietly suggested, her thumb gently caressing the back of Y/N's hand, "and you'll sleep for the next two days. Deal?"

"Whatever." Y/N huffed softly, pulling her hand away from Minjeong's to stand up. "This changes nothing between us."

Minjeong hid her smile at Y/N's words.

Of course, she didn't expect anything to change overnight, but this was a small win.

She nodded. "I know it doesn't, love. Come on, let's go before you collapse from overwork."

She walked around the desk, gently placing a hand on Y/N's back to help her take her coat off.

Y/N was too tired to put up much of a fight. She allowed herself to be assisted, her body feeling heavy with exhaustion.

As they walked out of the office, she found herself leaning into Minjeong's touch more than she cared to admit. The fatigue had left her defenses down, and she struggled to keep up her usual collected demeanor.

The ride home was smooth, allowing Y/N to lean her head against the window, her eyelids drooping with every passing minute.

"I really wish you were more awake right now. Last time I drove you home, I nearly ran over two people. Look at how much I've improved," Minjeong tried to joke.

Y/N let out a small, tired chuckle. "You were atrocious." She shifted in her seat, subconsciously seeking more comfort.

The rest of the car ride was relatively quiet, with only the occasional sound of the car's engine and the soft hum of the music from the radio filling the silence. Y/N's eyelids grew heavier with each passing mile, and she found herself fighting against the pull of sleep.

As they neared her house, Minjeong glanced over at her, taking note of her drooping head and sleepy eyes. She stifled a smile, finding the sight incredibly endearing.

"Hey," she said softly, breaking the silence. "We're almost home. Hang in there a little longer, okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Y/N snapped herself out of her sleep-induced state with a shake of her head.

She looked around the street to keep herself awake, raising an eyebrow at how well Minjeong still remembered the way to her house.

"You still live here, right?" Minjeong asked as she pulled up to the familiar mansion. "Because this is about to be really embarrassing if you don't."

"I sold the house five years ago."

Minjeong's eyes widened. She was about to put her car into park but quickly backtracked, starting to pull out of the driveway. "Shit, I'm so sorry!"

Y/N chuckled. "I'm joking, I'm joking, Minjeong."

The singer let out a sigh of relief, stopping the car once more. She shot a half-hearted glare at Y/N, who was smirking in the passenger seat.

"Not cool, you know?" she muttered, parking the car again. "I swear, I'll punch you next time you scare me like that."

As she turned off the ignition, she couldn't help but notice how much lighter the tension between them had become.

"You're exhausting," she said with a huff. "Let's go inside, come on."

But Y/N quickly shook her head, reaching out for the door handle to leave the car. "You're not coming in."

A pout immediately reached Minjeong's lips. She leaped out of the car and ran to the other side, hoping to at least help Y/N close the door. "I—why not?! I wanna come in."

Y/N dismissed her attempt with a wave of her hand and closed the door herself. She had been nice enough for one day. "Well, I don't want you coming in."

"Why—" Minjeong reached out to wrap her hand around the small of Y/N's back and lead the way to the front porch. "Are you sure you'll manage to get to your room? There are a lot of stairs to climb!"

Y/N, who was trying hard to remain upright, nodded. "I can manage."

They finally arrived at the front porch, and Minjeong watched with a resigned sigh as Y/N opened the door. "I'll be here tomorrow morning to take you to work."

"There's no need for that." Y/N dismissed her again.

"But you left your car at the hospital!"

"I have other cars, Minjeong."

"What about the one you left at the hospital?"

"I'll have someone pick it up."

Minjeong rolled her eyes at Y/N's stubbornness. Why did she have to make things so difficult?

"Just let me help you," she insisted, placing a gentle hand on Y/N's arm. "You look like you're about to collapse any second now. It won't kill you to let me walk you to your room and make sure you actually get there in one piece."

Y/N almost smiled. Almost.

"Don't push it." She threw Minjeong one last glance and walked inside her house, closing the door before Minjeong could even take a peek inside.

So the singer was left standing on the front porch, a smile rising to her face as she slowly shook her head and walked back to her car.

And so, with Minjeong now back at home, a new routine was formed.

The singer would visit Y/N at the hospital from time to time—always careful not to cross the line and always mindful of Y/N's boundaries.

Even then, it was months and months of rejections. If Minjeong put aside a penny each time Y/N dismissed her, she'd probably have enough to by herself one of those good, expensive ice creams from Ben & Jerry's.

Sometimes Y/N was nicer and conversed with her a little. Other times she looked at her face, rolled her eyes and let out a small "Out of my way" as she walked by. It depended on her mood, really.

It was an eye-opening experience that made Minjeong realise she needed to become Y/N's friend first and then move on to something more personal.

So she gave up on the expensive gifts and took her time simply being herself and being there for Y/N. Some days, she was able to spend more time with the doctor; other days, she essentially sat in Y/N's office alone for hours on end as the doctor worked on her patients. She was fine with whatever, anyway. She knew that just being at the hospital made an impact on Y/N. She could see that Y/N was becoming more accustomed to her presence—their tense bond had turned into somewhat of a friendship.

It was a painstakingly slow process but it was finally beginning to bear its fruits.

"So then, what are we doing after that?"

Minjeong perked up at the familiar voice. She was leaving Y/N's office after another day of not seeing the doctor much, but then she turned and saw her—walking down the hallway alongside a little bald girl wearing a beanie.

"Then... then I want to play Lego with you!" the kid announced, looking up at Y/N like the doctor hung the stars in the sky for her.

"You do? No way!" Y/N played along, completely unaware of Minjeong's eyes on her. "What Lego should we build first?"

The sight of Y/N interacting with the little girl was endearing—a side of the doctor that Minjeong had never seen before.

She watched silently from the doorway, a soft smile on her face as she observed the exchange. It was clear that Y/N had a soft spot for children, which only added to her appeal in Minjeong's eyes.

The little girl seemed to ponder her options for a moment, her face twisted in deep concentration. Finally, she pointed a finger in the air, exclaiming, "The Avengers Tower! We should build the tower first!"

Y/N feigned shock, her eyes widening as she responded in an equally enthusiastic tone, "The Avengers Tower? Oh wow, that sounds like a fantastic idea! I'll buy it and bring it to you next week."

"Don't listen to her; the Avengers helicarrier is so much cooler to build."

The little girl looked up, eyes widening when she saw Minjeong standing in front of her. She froze, quickly holding on to Y/N's coat and hiding behind her legs.

Y/N looked down as the little girl clung to her, then followed her line of sight to where Minjeong was standing.

She shot the singer a slightly amused look, raising an eyebrow as if to say, Are you just gonna stand there and watch?

Minjeong gulped, not expecting the reaction. She wanted to make a good impression on Y/N.

Maybe the kid was just very, very shy, and Minjeong scared her?

She was such an idiot.

She turned to Y/N with a helpless look, searching for some assistance, but the doctor did nothing but reach down to affectionately pat the kid's head before smirking at her.

"Hello..." Minjeong gulped nervously, "I'm Minjeong."

The little girl peeked out from behind Y/N's legs, her eyes wide with amazement. She looked up at Minjeong again, and a small squeak left her lips before she ran down the hallway, away from their view.

Y/N chuckled to herself, knowing that Yoonji knew her way around the hospital better than some doctors, and turned to Minjeong again.

The singer's heart was heavy with guilt. "I'm so sorry, I—I didn't want to scare her."

Y/N smiled, walking past Minjeong to enter her office. "Don't flatter yourself; you couldn't scare a mosquito if you tried, Minjeong."

Minjeong huffed in fake annoyance, following Y/N. "Excuse me? I could totally scare a mosquito. I could scare a whole army of mosquitoes."

She sat down on the sofa, pouting as she looked at the doctor, who was busy tidying up some papers on her shelf. "I scared that kid. I'm terrifying," she finished.

"You didn't scare her, you idiot." Y/N chuckled. "Yoonji's a fan of your band. She was freaking out because you're her favorite."

Shr reached for a small white paper and handed it to Minjeong along with a pen. "Sign that for her; she'll be happy."

"She's..." She paused for a moment, as if processing the information, before her eyes widened. "She's a fan? Of... me?"

Suddenly, all her worries about scaring the kid disappeared, replaced by a sense of unexpected joy. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she wrote down a cute note on the paper and signed it.

"Wait... did you just call me an idiot?"

She playfully threw a pillow in Y/N's direction.

Y/N was barely nudged, back turned to Minjeong as she looked through her documents. "Did you just undermine your popularity?"

"No, I—"

Minjeong paused, realizing that she had indeed subconsciously downplayed herself. "Love, I'm a big deal, you know. Don't make me throw another pillow at you."

Y/N chuckled, amused by the antics, and picked the pillow up from the ground to throw it back at Minjeong.

Minjeong caught the pillow with dramatic flair, clutching it to her chest as if it were a precious treasure. With a smug smile, she leaned back on the sofa and playfully tossed the pillow from one hand to the other.

She watched Y/N with a curious gaze. The doctor seemed engrossed in her work, reminding Minjeong that they were in a hospital, after all.

"You should come to my show next week."

Y/N finally looked up from her documents, raising an eyebrow at the singer.

"Your show?" she repeated, not bothering to hide the hint of disbelief in her voice. "Why on earth would I waste my time watching you flaunt around on stage?"

Despite her sharp words, there was a flicker of playfulness in Y/N's eyes.

Minjeong shrugged, recognizing the teasing in Y/N's voice. "'Cause... I'm pretty hot."

She chuckled when Y/N rolled her eyes, standing up from the couch to approach the doctor. "And also because we are always meeting up here at the hospital, and you're always stuck on 'super hot and busy neurosurgeon' mode, so I don't get to see the more relaxed you."

Y/N rolled her eyes again, though she couldn't help but let out a short, amused chuckle at Minjeong's words.

She leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips. "So... you want to see me more relaxed and think a crowd full of screaming kids is the ideal place for that?"

"Yes," Minjeong replied bluntly, her grin widening at Y/N's sarcastic response. "I think seeing you amongst the crowd, swaying to my music and having a good time, would be very relaxing for me."

She perched herself on the edge of the desk, facing Y/N and leaning in slightly. "Come on, just humor me for one night. It won't kill you."

"It will kill my ears," Y/N said, not looking up at Minjeong. "And my self-esteem. Your bandmates despise me."

Minjeong rolled her eyes, gently smacking Y/N's shoulder. "They don't despise you. They did—but not anymore. I told them about... you know? The whole bet thing being fake. That's why they were so sheepish when they saw you."

Y/N looked up again, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "You... told them?"

She tried to keep her face neutral, but the revelation was unexpected. Despite her best efforts, a part of her warmed at the thought of Minjeong defending her.

She quickly masked it with her usual sardonic tone. "Why on earth would you do that?"

Minjeong shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "They're my friends, and they were always giving you a hard time."

She leaned back slightly, her eyes fixed on Y/N's face, trying to read her emotions. There was something in the doctor's reaction that didn't quite match her snarky words.

Y/N shrugged. "Doesn't matter; it's not like we ever saw each other again. They could've gone their entire lives not knowing about it."

Minjeong couldn't help but scoff at the doctor's nonchalant attitude. "Stop downplaying it. You know it's not that simple."

She reached out, gently placing a hand on Y/N's arm.

Y/N tensed slightly at the unexpected touch, her eyes darting down to where Minjeong's hand rested on her forearm. She swallowed, trying to ignore the small flutter in her stomach. Minjeong was messing with her head.

"I don't care what they feel," she muttered, not meeting the singer's gaze.

Minjeong noticed the brief stiffness in Y/N's body and the way her gaze flicked away. She pressed on, her touch light but her words firm. "But I do."

She shifted, moving a little closer to the doctor. "And I would really, really appreciate it if you could come to support me... as my friend. Please? You could even bring that crazy nurse with you or maybe Minji?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile. She knew what Minjeong was doing—giving her an easy out and trying to make her feel as comfortable with the situation as possible. She appreciated it, looking up at Minjeong with a glint in her eyes.

"I haven't talked to Minji in seven years."

Minjeong's eyebrows shot up in slight surprise. "Seven years?" she repeated, her initial surprise giving way to curiosity.

"Why?"

As they spoke, Minjeong was painfully aware of how close they were now, her hand still on Y/N's arm. The doctor's reaction to her touch was becoming a pattern—a subtle shiver, a slight tension in her shoulders. It intrigued Minjeong.

"Well... she let me have a one-night stand with the pretty blonde that completely destroyed my reputation and love life to go make out with another girl." Y/N shrugged lightly. Her instincts told her to downplay the entire thing and not turn it into a big deal, but she had been hurt, and it was a feeling she couldn't easily shove aside. "Not very best friend-like, is it?"

Minjeong's cheeks flushed, caught off guard by Y/N's bluntness. "Um... yeah, that's... fair," she stuttered out, still trying to process the new information. "What about Niki and Yeonjun?"

Y/N tensed up even more.

She knew the entire drama culminated from the two boys being absolute idiots, but they had once been her family. The entire group was incredibly tight-knit. They looked after one another and protected each other. Maybe that's why the entire bet felt like such a betrayal to her—why she took such drastic measures.

"Also cut them off. They tried to apologize countless times, but I guess I just shut myself off after what happened. I didn't know who I could trust, so I trusted no one." Her voice had unconsciously quieted down as she looked down at her own fingers. When she realized what she was doing, she cleared her throat and straightened her body to speak in a firm voice. "Then we all graduated, and I never saw them again."

Minjeong felt her heart drop at the vulnerability in Y/N's voice. It was a side of the doctor she'd never seen before—a side that was raw, vulnerable, and a stark contrast to her usual cool demeanor.

She moved even closer. "I'm really sorry that all happened to you."

She paused for a second, taking a deep breath. "And I'm also sorry that I... that I was part of it."

Y/N would usually have disregarded the entire apology. She would have told Minjeong that it didn't matter, that it happened a long time ago and that she didn't care anymore, that she had moved on.

But this time, she couldn't stop the emotions bubbling up in her throat. She swallowed, her composure faltering ever so slightly as a pang of vulnerability took over.

Minjeong gulped at the silence and pressed on, taking it as Y/N finally listening to her and giving her a chance to properly apologize.

"I shouldn't have written that song, and I shouldn't have let everyone turn against you. It was my fault, and I didn't protect you when it was the least I could've done. I really, really am sorry, Y/N."

Y/N's face softened at the singer's sincere apology. She felt herself resisting it, but the vulnerability and genuine regret in Minjeong's eyes gave her a strange urge to reach out and comfort the singer. She fought against it, cleared her throat, and averted her gaze.

She knew she should resist, protect herself, and keep up her front. But as she looked up at Minjeong again, her resolve faded.

"I forgive you, Minjeong," she muttered, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

Minjeong exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her. "You do?"

The singer felt her heart flutter at Y/N's forgiveness. The soft look in the doctor's eyes, the way her voice had lost its usual sharpness—it all felt like a weight being lifted off her shoulders. Hell, it felt like more than that; she felt like she could finally breathe properly again.

Y/N nodded, reaching out for Minjeong's hand to play with her long fingers. It was a good distraction. "It wasn't your fault that you overheard Niki and Yeonjun. I do wish you would've talked to me before deciding to play me, but... I understand that you were hurt."

"Thank you..." Minjeong murmured, biting her lip to contain her growing smile. "And for what it's worth, I never really played you. I was just falling for you more and more every day and pretending I wasn't."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the singer's words, the gentle confession catching her off guard. She looked up, meeting Minjeong's eyes—a mixture of surprise and something else in her gaze.

"You weren't?" she managed to say, her voice slightly breathless.

She was suddenly hyper-aware of their close proximity, the way Minjeong was practically sitting on her table, leaning down to be closer to her, and the way her own hands were still playing with Minjeong's fingers. Everything felt overwhelmingly intimate.

Minjeong chuckled softly, a small, self-conscious sound.

"No," she admitted, her eyes glued to the way Y/N's hands played with hers. "I fell head over heels for you. Then I heard about the bet and told myself that I could get over my feelings after playing you too."

She paused for a moment, still watching their joined hands. It felt so natural, so comfortable.

"It scared me when all that time went by, and I still couldn't get you out of my head," she added in a whisper, the confession heavy with all the emotions she'd been holding back. "That's why I'm so adamant about getting you back... I know you're the one for me, Y/N."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at the singer's words. The intimacy of their proximity and the way Minjeong was looking at her sent a shiver down her spine. It was like the world around them had faded, and all that existed in that moment were the two of them.

She swallowed hard, her fingers still wrapped around Minjeong's. The confession was a lot to take in, and it took her a few moments to find her voice.

"Is that so?"

Minjeong hummed softly, smiling as her eyes dropped to Y/N's lips. She found herself unconsciously leaning in, wanting nothing more than to taste their softness for the first time in so long. She was close—so incredibly close—already closing her eyes as pure ecstasy began to take over her body. But then two hands landed on her shoulders and gently pushed her back.

"You keep those lips away from me, Kim Minjeong," Y/N chastised, an unwanted smile slowly taking over her face.

Minjeong pouted, her eyes snapping open at Y/N's words. "But I want you so bad," she protested, her tone whining and petulant.

She was just millimeters away from Y/N's face, her heart racing in her chest. The closeness, the way Y/N's hands felt on her shoulders, the way they were both smiling—it was all too much and not enough at the same time. There was no doubt in Minjeong's mind that Y/N could feel her racing pulse under her touch.

"That's too bad." Y/N patted her arm and fully pulled her back. "You'll have to work more for it."

Minjeong huffed softly. "I've been working so hard, though."

"Work harder then," Y/N taunted, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. Her heart was racing, and her hands were trembling, but she was not going to let Minjeong win so easily. Not this time.

Minjeong nodded, reaching out to pull a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. She couldn't complain; her heart was already practically bursting with happiness at the forgiveness she had been given. She wouldn't push her luck too much.

"Will you at least come to my show then?" she asked in a soft voice.

Y/N had to fight hard not to shiver under Minjeong's touch and her soft tone. Damn, she had missed her so much.

She paused for a moment, eyeing Minjeong critically before replying. "If I say yes, will you stop pestering me?"

It was a genuine question. Y/N had been enjoying their banter—their playful back-and-forth—but she also had Yoonji's case in the back of her mind and needed to focus on it.

"Yes, I will stop pestering you," Minjeong promised with a smile.

She took Y/N's silence as a reluctant agreement, her excitement flaring up within her again.

She chuckled, giving Y/N's shoulder a firm slap. "You better keep your word!"

Minjeong grabbed Y/N's phone from the table, unlocked it by pointing the face lock at her, and quickly sent herself a message to finally have her number.

Then, without warning, she leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of Y/N's head before leaving the office.

She was absolutely ecstatic to finally have Y/N at one of her shows. So much so that she sent all the details of the gig that same night, a full week before the concert.

On the day of the show, Minjeong couldn't keep her feet from bouncing with each step she took. She was as excited as she was nervous, knowing that this was a big step in their relationship but also feeling the pressure of having Y/N watching her.

She asked her makeup artist to prepare her with even more attention than usual, talked with her stylist to make sure her outfit was on point, planned the entrance access with her security to give Y/N no trouble going backstage, and gave it her all during practice to ensure everything would go perfectly.

The girls noticed her newfound excitement but didn't comment on it, simply smiling at how happy she was.

But that happiness was whipped away when the show started and ended without any sight of Y/N.

Minjeong tried texting her. She called countless times. Then she gave up on waiting for nothing, an hour after the show ended.

Minjeong stepped inside the familiar hospital at one in the morning, no trace of her usual smile present on her face. She was angry, hurt, and confused—a tangled mess she had difficulty dealing with.

When she reached the office, she didn't bother knocking. She pushed open the door to find Y/N crouched down outside on the balcony. Y/N was facing away from Minjeong, but the singer could see her shoulders heaving up and down.

Minjeong stepped forward, the anger quickly giving way to concern.

"Y/N?" she called out softly, her voice cracking in the still night air.

Y/N's shoulders were shaking, her breaths coming out in strangled gasps. It wasn't a sound or sight Minjeong was familiar with—not when it came to the woman who was always so composed.

She stepped closer, crouching down beside her.

"Hey," she said quietly. "Hey, are you alright?"

"I-I couldn't— I couldn't do it, Minjeong."

"What do you mean?"

Minjeong reached out, gently placing a hand on Y/N's back and rubbing small circles.

"What's wrong?"

Y/N did her very best to compose herself. She hated that Minjeong was seeing her like this, but right at that moment, she couldn't help it. She could barely breathe properly, much less control her tears.

"She died. I couldn't—I couldn't save her. I—I tried— I tried so hard. I wasn't—enough."

Minjeong took a sharp intake of breath, her heart sinking as the realization hit her.

Yoonji?

Y/N had grown so attached to the little girl.

She wrapped her arms around the doctor's shoulders in a tight embrace, pulling her close.

"Hey, no. No," she whispered fiercely, her fingers curling into the material of Y/N's scrubs. "You are enough. You're so much more than enough."

Y/N shook her head, her forehead dropping to Minjeong's shoulder as her tears kept falling.

"I wasn't."

"Stop saying that," Minjeong chided gently, one hand coming up to run through her hair while the other still held her tight. "You're the smartest, strongest person I know. You're more than enough."

She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.

"You can't save everyone, Y/N. You can't blame yourself for that."

The way Minjeong was holding her, the soothing tone of her voice, the gentle way her hand ran through her hair—it all overwhelmed Y/N. It made her heart ache and her chest feel heavy.

She shook her head again, a strangled sob escaping her.

"I tried—" she started, before cutting herself off.

She had tried so hard. She had put in every last ounce of effort, every last trick she knew.

She was about to leave for the show when a nurse called her, telling her Yoonji was having a seizure. She left everything behind, ran for her life. Used every drop of knowledge in the emergency surgery.

And Yoonji still died.

Minjeong's heart broke at the sound of Y/N's strangled sob.

She held her tighter, her own eyes wet with tears as she continued to run her fingers through Y/N's hair, trying to soothe her.

"You did everything you could," she asserted, her voice cracking.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to the side of Y/N's head in a gentle kiss.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her tears falling faster now. The last time she felt so utterly helpless was when she was watching her life fall apart in front of her very own eyes years ago.

Now this felt more crushing. The weight of the failure, the guilt of not doing enough, it was crushing.

But the feeling of Minjeong's arms around her, the soft kisses to her temple, stopped her from breaking completely.

She turned to bury her face in Minjeong's neck, taking comfort in her warmth and scent.

Minjeong continued to hold Y/N tightly, running her fingers through the doctor's hair and whispering words of comfort and reassurance. She could feel the sobs racking through Y/N's body, the raw pain and grief of the loss.

"I'm here. I've got you," she repeated in a soft voice, feeling her own eyes starting to water again.

She wanted to take away Y/N's pain, to make it disappear. She didn't know if that was possible, but she knew she would try.

And try she did.

The two sat on that balcony for the next half hour, unbothered by the cold wind blowing at them or the countless times Y/N's pager rang.

When the tears finally eased up a little, Minjeong helped Y/N up and directed her to the couch to help her change out of her scrubs.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, love," she let out softly, noticing the reddening of Y/N's cheeks.

"Shut up," Y/N replied quickly, sighing when Minjeong pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and continued assisting her.

Right as Y/N finished getting changed, the door burst open once again. This time, a tall, worried nurse ran inside. She glared at the sight of Minjeong but quickly shoved that anger aside to hug her best friend.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Doctor Kim told me what happened."

Minjeong watched as Yana pulled Y/N into an embrace, her heart still heavy with a mix of sympathy and helplessness.

"I—" Y/N started, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of tears hit her.

Minjeong stepped back then, feeling like she was intruding on a private moment between the two friends.

She grabbed Y/N's bag and shoved all her belongings inside it before leaving.

The sounds of the two friends inside the office were muffled but still reached Minjeong's ears. Her heart ached, both for what Y/N was going through and for the helplessness she felt, witnessing it all unfold.

So she waited outside, leaning against the wall of the corridor and scrolling through her phone idly. It seemed to take an eternity, but the office door finally reopened, and Yana stepped out, glaring at Minjeong.

"My shift is not over for another five hours."

Minjeong nodded. Even if her shift was about to end, Yana would probably fight to be the one taking care of Y/N. "I'll take her home; don't worry."

Yana squinted her eyes at her, walking closer so the two were standing face to face. "Break her heart again, and I'll break your face, Winter." She let the name out with disgust laced in her voice. "I'm not kidding."

Minjeong swallowed hard at the threat, knowing all too well how serious Yana was about it.

"I won't; I promise."

She held the other nurse's gaze, trying to convey her sincerity through her words.

"I'll take care of her."

And she meant it.

"Yeah, don't get too comfortable with her and don't you dare push the limits."

Yana wanted to go on and warn Minjeong about every boundary not to cross with Y/N. She wanted to threaten her with every little dangerous thing that came to her mind, but then her pager rang.

With one last warning look, she sighed and walked away.

A more composed Y/N was the next to step out. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she looked absolutely spent and emotionally exhausted.

"Come on, let's get you home." Minjeong reached out to wrap her arm around Y/N's back and lead the way out of the hospital.

This time around, the ride back home was completely quiet. However, when they arrived at Y/N's house, the doctor opened the door and pulled Minjeong inside with her.

Y/N led Minjeong into her house, her steps slow and heavy. The grief still weighed heavily on her heart, her mind replaying the events of the day over and over again.

Once they were inside, she let out a deep sigh, slumping her shoulders. She looked at Minjeong, her eyes tired and red-rimmed.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" The question escaped her mouth before she could stop it. She quickly shook her head. "I mean—only if you want to, of course. You're probably tired from the show and—"

Minjeong was already nodding before Y/N finished her sentence. "Of course," she replied quietly, her eyes holding Y/N's in a reassuring gaze.

Seeing the doctor look so worn tore at Minjeong's heart. She wanted nothing more than to take away the pain, to do something—anything—to help.

"Come on," she said gently, taking Y/N's hand and guiding her toward her bedroom. "I'm not leaving you alone tonight."

She helped her settle in—brought her water as Y/N changed into her pajamas and helped her dim the lights after she laid down. It took a while, but after some long moments of crying, Minjeong finally managed to get Y/N to fall asleep.

Minjeong herself was spent, but she had difficulty closing her eyes, wanting to be there in case Y/N had a nightmare and suddenly woke up.

She shifted closer, adjusting the covers on Y/N to keep her warm, and sat down on the small, fancy couch beside her bed.

At least the lines of worry had softened on Y/N's face, making her look younger and more vulnerable. Minjeong saw the younger version of Y/N in front of her—the one she had hurt. Her heart ached.

Unable to help herself, she reached out to trace Y/N's eyebrows and nose.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

The soft touch seemed to bring a small sigh of contentment from the other woman.

"I won't hurt you again, I promise."

For the next few days, weeks, and months, Minjeong kept being a constant presence in Y/N's life. She was the first to make her smile again after the entire ordeal—just as she was the first to make her laugh.

Minjeong forced Y/N to take a break from work because, obviously, Y/N had numerous vacations and breaks put on hold and shoved aside for later.

The neurosurgeon was a walking crime with how many hours she had overworked.

And yes, Minjeong knew that was the reason Y/N had managed to pay off her parents' debt, why she had been able to buy all her fancy cars, and why she could provide Rose with the big house she had always dreamed of. But she also knew Y/N deserved to stop.

So, the two spent their free time going on little dates. They closed down the central aquarium of Seoul to wander around without any fans bothering Minjeong. They visited the countryside and spent two nights in a traditional Korean house. Minjeong even managed to convince Y/N to visit the dorm she shared with the other Aespa girls.

They apologized for being so rude when they were younger, and despite it being awkward as hell at first, they all eventually got to know each other and became close friends. So close, in fact, that Christmas was spent at Y/N's house that year.

It was perfect.

Would you like to know what wasn't perfect?

The A Minor that Minjeong had just completely botched.

She groaned, her head falling back in frustration as she ripped the studio headphones off. She was ready to throw them across the recording booth when a soft laugh caught her attention and immediately eased her nerves.

"What are you laughing at, hmm?" She raised an eyebrow at Y/N.

The doctor sat against the wall, surrounded by the comfortable pillows that Minjeong had arranged for her. There was a couch in the studio connected to the booth, but no matter how many times Minjeong had tried to teach her, Y/N couldn't learn what buttons to press to hear Minjeong through the speakers and make herself be heard. So they had settled for this.

"Say, you're the guitarist, no?" Y/N raised a playful eyebrow. "What the hell are you doing in the recording booth?"

Y/N was joking, obviously. She had heard Aespa's songs, and Minjeong had the voice of an angel, but a little teasing never hurt anyone, right?

Wrong.

Minjeong pouted playfully, discarding the headphones to join Y/N. She had been trying to record the guide to the group's new song, but Y/N's presence was way too distracting. "I'm a singer as well! I probably have more talent in my little finger than you in your entire body."

The most acclaimed neurosurgeon of Seoul's most prestigious private hospital chuckled as Minjeong landed right beside, head resting on her lap. "You're certainly right, my Goddess of Modesty. I will forever repent my horrific sins."

She watched with an amused smirk as Minjeong huffed like a kid, reaching out to poke her stomach. "You did more than fine; stop stressing so much."

"You're only saying that because you don't know what it's supposed to sound like," Minjeong mumbled, rolling her eyes as she sat up.

She looked at Y/N with a small groan, their arms pressing together as they faced each other. "You're not allowed to be this beautiful. How can I focus with you being so distracting?"

Y/N laughed at Minjeong's dramatic words. "Is that so? My mistake then, oh Great One," she replied in a mocking tone, her hand coming up to poke Minjeong's side again.

Y/N continued to chuckle as Minjeong huffed and looked away, a small smile spreading on her face.

Minjeong suddenly leaned closer with a raised eyebrow, a teasing remark on the tip of her tongue, but Y/N spoke up first. "Careful, honey, I've been told my beauty can be quite distracting." She reached out gently, and her hand landed dead center of Minjeong's face, pushing her away. "Don't get too close."

"A doctor and a comedian?" Minjeong reached for Y/N's hand to take it away from her face. She intertwined their fingers and left a chaste kiss on Y/N's palm. "What a talent, my love."

Y/N chuckled at Minjeong's words, giving the guitarist's hand a gentle squeeze, her thumb tracing circles on her knuckles. "I mean, not to brag or anything, but I'm also a great cook."

Minjeong gulped, remembering the dinner Y/N had prepared for them last week.

The gesture was incredibly endearing. It had been a cute picnic set in a secluded park. The sunset was gorgeous, the flowers were to die for, and Y/N looked breathtaking—much like the chicken she had cooked. Minjeong had been two seconds away from drinking the water from the small, polluted lake nearby after tasting the spicy food.

Y/N was as close to perfection as Minjeong had ever seen, but no one was completely perfect, and she had finally found a flaw in the doctor: her cooking skills.

Was Minjeong about to tell Y/N she didn't like the chicken?

Fuck no. She'd rather die.

She let out a small, confirming sound and looked away.

Y/N watched with a knowing smile as Minjeong struggled to keep a straight face. The guitarist’s attempt to act casual and not reveal her true feelings about the spicy meal was endearing, to say the least.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Y/N teased, leaning her head back against the wall. “Anything to say about my cooking skills?”

She reached out, her fingers gently poking at Minjeong’s side, just above her hip.

Minjeong tensed at the poke, her eyes narrowing as Y/N continued to tease her. Damn, this woman was perceptive.

With a dramatic sigh, she relented. "Okay, fine. Your cooking..." She trailed off with a grimace, her tongue poking out. "Your cooking is..."

She looked at Y/N, who was watching her with a growing smirk, and let out another sigh.

Minjeong caught Y/N's hands in her own, halting the poking, and spoke up. "It's... perfect. I loved it. You can cook for me every day."

Y/N tilted her head as she listened to Minjeong's words, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was adorable that the singer was trying so hard not to hurt her feelings. Just like it was adorable that Minjeong had kept eating the chicken that day at the park. Just like it was adorable that she was playing with her fingers right at that moment.

Y/N couldn't stop herself.

She cupped Minjeong's cheeks and leaned in to press their lips together.

Minjeong's heart halted.

Seven years and eight months.

That's how long she had been waiting for.

It was torturous to be so close to Y/N yet so far away. There had been several moments where she was a second away from losing all control and just kissing the doctor. But she told herself to be patient, to give Y/N her time and let her come to her instead of forcing anything.

Seven years and eight months...every second was worth the wait.

She was certain of that as she melted into the kiss.

Y/N smiled against Minjeong's lips, her fingers slipping into the soft strands of her hair. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft brush of their mouths against each other, but as the moment grew, the doctor's grip on her hair tightened, her desire growing with each passing second.

Minjeong deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue gently across Y/N's bottom lip, seeking entry. Her heart was racing, the feel of Y/N's body pressed against her own sending sparks of desire coursing through her veins.

Y/N was the first to pull away, lips brushing against Minjeong's as she spoke up in a raspy voice, "I could cook dinner for us tonight."

Minjeong's eyes widened in panic. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

"I'll be your dinner tonight, babe."

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Final Notes: Thank you so so much for everyone who commented on and liked my posts of this series. I honestly don't deserve all the love I've been getting but really appriciate it nonetheless. Thank uuu :)

Taglist: @vyvvycg , @myouiiiiiiii, @sixflame438, @yourstrulytrissmerigold , @ourlovesarang , @noooodlessstuff , @throughthebluesea , @undercuver , @orphanoblitirator , @kimminjiissosjdirbidnsjje , @imahallucination11 , @kyakpack

ladies and gentlemen, my parents:

Jade’s been active on tumblr again and it reminds me how you guys sometimes act like a couple 😭cuties

imma have to hold your hand when i tell you this 😭

SPOILERS

hint: snow white and seven dwarves 😉

p.s. check the tags for idol hints

who wants some spoilers for my next fic? no one? ok ok *jumps off a cliff*

college is killing me y'all

the ending......."ang probinsyano" saglet, tapos kantot ulet

[cw: threesome, overstimulation, voyeurism, exhibitionism (i guess?)]

YA’LLLL i swear i was gonna do jho for my first bini drabble after a while but then i thought about how aiahcey are kinda my danjangz but bini… and ya’ll know crazy i am about danjangz and the same is about to happen to aiahcey like HELLOOOO 😭😭😵‍💫🙏

pretty femme dom gfs save me… save me pretty femme dom gfs…

being the breath of fresh air they need amidst their messy idol life aka their pretty little doll who would willingly do anything for them 🫣 stacey calling you in the middle of the night to come over her house and ofc you're so eager to do just that bcs you're whipped as hell! omg she probably likes to fuck you in front of a mirror all the time.. all to see how embarrassed you look seeing yourself get stretched out and have your cunt abused by your friend like this :(( mapang-asar din minsan si staku so i like to think that she likes to taunt you while fucking you 😭 or even full on insult you just to add to the humiliation 😵‍💫😵‍💫 maybe she’d even record sometimes 🤭 laughing at your tears and whines but immediately cooing at you and kissing your face when you start sobbing—she just loves being annoying to you :((

and where do those videos end up?? right on her ate aiah's dms! i like to think na mahilig magpa-inggit si staku LMAOO saying smth like "look what ur missing out on, u workaholiccc 😝" and the video attached is you being a whiny mess with stacey instructing you to moan aiah's name in the background 😭 this ofc just makes aiah drive up to stacey's house in record time, which stacey loves sm bcs that's totally unlike the aiah she normally sees 🤭

in direct contrast to staku, aiah loves to plan out your meetings where it wouldn't be a convenience to either of you! but sometimes she gets needy and hasty too.. don't forget she's just as obsessed with you as stacey is so she definitely fucks you as soon as she has the opportunity to, she needs you!!

now listen.. pussy drunk aiah losing herself in between your legs while stacey whispers the nastiest shit in your ear as she massages your clit.. her even grabbing aiah's head and pushing her closer to your cunt just to get you to moan their names 😩😩 i'm a painslut!stacey believer so she would loveee to feel your nails digging into her skin or scratching her arm when she's doing too much 😭 even goes as far as to admire the marks you leave on her afterwards?? she's a lil freak what can i say!! and then there's your sweet ate aiah being a soft dom at heart 🥺 constantly looking up at you with worry in her eyes bcs she never wants to push you over the edge too much :(( their dynamic is kinda funny to me NOBODY GETS IT.

"staku.. i think she's had enough.. mh.."

"no, no, isa pa. she likes that, believe me. look at her! and look at you! gustong-gusto mo pa.."

aiah absolutely loves it when you make a mess all over her beautiful face! a little embarrassing for you but the satisfied look on her face makes it worth the trouble 🤭 and yk what's even hotter than watching aiah wipe her chin clean and suck your juices with her fingers?? watching stacey pull her close and kiss her, hearing her moan at how you tasted on aiah's tongue.. well, who wouldn't get wet again at the sight of that?! 😵‍💫

expect only the best and softest aftercare the coming morning! both of them are cuddling you and spoon-feeding you food while you all chill on stacey's couch watching teleseryes and movies 🥰🥰 probably until the two of them feel like fucking you all over again which usually only takes about the first thirty minutes of a movie.. 😛

▹ Hyan 🌌 ᯓ★

⊹ ₊ ive, aespa, le sserafim, katseye, cravity₊ ⊹

╰┈➤ 🪐pan she/her🪐

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hello! im hyan, im 18, im filo and welcome to my blog. i only write gg fics and most of my posts are nsfw and 18+ so be warned! dw i might also write fluffy content ^_^ besides kpop, i also have other interests like gundams, detective conan, and ensemble stars!!

rules!

-will only write for ggs

-female reader only so men and minors, please don't interact!

-legal aged idols only

-g!p

-will delete asks that make me uncomfortable

-although i stan cravity, i will not be writing about them

who I'll mostly write about:

ot5 ive (no leeseo)

ot4 aespa

ot4 le sserafim (no eunchae)

ot12 izone

MASTERLIST

that pinocchio yujin fic gave me an idea, what if i start a series of gg member fics inspired by old animated disney movies? should i do it? if u guys wanna requests an idol and a disney movie to go with, feel free to send it to me :3

omf when I saw the title of the yujin fic and the "g!p" I immidiately thought of a growing dick ermmm

anon what😭😭😭

that was yujin ff was so good I’m dizzy 😋😋 HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING DAY <333

im glad u enjoyed it anon but don't get too dizzy now! thank you for enjoying it and also yerp i had an amazing day :3

How does someone come up with an idea like that? im just curious.....

it was really random tbh anon. i was rewatching junji ito collection (which is available on yt btw) cuz im a huge junji ito fan 🤓🤓 then i got into episode 4 where it's about this guy who's family is on the puppet business then that got me thinking like" hmmm this might be a good idea🤔🤔🤔" then went to my trusty website https://wheelofnames.com/ to pick which idol will i make it about cuz im bad at deciding stuff (ask goon central, they'll show you the times i used that site to decide stuff) and it landed to our puppy ahn yujin 🥳

p.s i'll try to be more active now guys :3

how the puppet get a willy

hello anon! great question, i wrote it around the beginning that the reader's dad was gonna make a boy puppet name yujin but he later changed his mind hence the "willy".

I THINK I READ THE WRONG PINOCCHIO

g!p puppet yujin x toy maker’s daughter! reader

synopsis: classic puppet becomes a human but instead of going out to get swallowed by a whale, this puppet fucks their toy maker’s daughter.

word count: 1.8k

tags: agalmatophilia, smut

growing up with your father, you grew to also love the toys he made. from the wooden dolls to the mini animal sculptures that he himself carved. but your favorite type of toys that your father has made were the puppets.

the puppets, there was something about them that has drawn you. it might be their realistic faces or their names or even the fact that they kept you company whenever your father goes out of town to buy toy making materials. this day is another one of those occasions when your father will be gone for a few days to buy materials.

“it won’t take long y/n, i’ll be back in no time. now you be careful here, ok? you know where our food is kept right? i also asked our neighbors to occasionally check up on you, if you run into any trouble just yell for them. also, don’t for to lock the— ”

“i know dad, we go through this every two months since i can remember, i’m already used to it by now.”

“i know, but your old man just can’t help himself. i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“It’s ok dad besides like you said the neighbors are here plus the puppets keep me company!”

"alright, but promise me you'll be careful," he added, hugging you tightly before grabbing his travel bag.

"i promise, dad," you said with a smile, hoping to reassure him. You slammed the door behind him and turned to face the room full of his works.

you approached the shelf, where the puppets were carefully placed, each with its own unique personality. there was wonyoung, the elegant princess; kazuha, the graceful ballerina; and giselle, the trendy fashionista. however, one puppet struck you the most: yujin, a mysterious puppet with hauntingly gorgeous eyes and a face that was both feminine and masculine.

yujin was by far your favorite among the countless puppets that your father has created. the way her face was sculpted to perfection, those dark brown eyes that seem to be alive, and the way her skin looks so soft despite being made of wood. her unexpected appendage down there was also a bonus(your father explained that yujin was supposed to be a boy but later changed his decision).

you reached out and picked up yujin, feeling a sense of comfort rush over you while holding her in your hands.

as the day passed by, you always had yujin by your side. whether it was to feed the chickens or to bring in the clothes that were set to dry. there was something about her that drew you in, something that, unlike everyone else, gave you the impression that you in some way, were understood.

before long, darkness fell and you had to remain indoors with your puppet companion, even though you have kind neighbors all around you, you never know when danger is around.

after making sure that you’ve locked all possible entrances, you’ve decided to light a few candles and turned on the kitchen light, creating a cozy, warm atmosphere. you then decided to cook some warm vegetable soup. the comforting aroma soon spread out through the whole house making you hum in delight.

once in a while you would glance at yujin who you propped by the dining table. the gentle flicker of the candles danced across yujin's face, giving the puppet an almost lifelike appearance. time passed by and you were soon done cooking. you prepped up the table and got all the necessary utensils to finally eat.

“yujin!! dinner’s ready!” you yelled even though you knew she was a puppet.

‘damn i must be going crazy’

sitting down, you took a sip of the soup, moaning in delight at the taste.

“you know yujin,” you started. “with you here, it doesn’t really feel lonely at all”

the puppet, unresponsive, just sat there yet her wooden eyes somehow looked like they were focused and listening intently to you.

shaking your head, you continued “i wish you were alive yuj, oh the stories i could tell you and the things we could do together.”

“you could walk independently, you could taste my cooking, you could……you could feel love—my love” you lighty ranted

but what you didn’t know was this simple wish of yours could lead to you getting any sleep at all tonight wink wink

after finishing dinner, you cleaned up the dining room and kitchen and also put away the leftovers. you did your nightly routines before putting yujin beside you in your bed.

“goodnight yuj” you say before kissing her on the lips and turning off the lights. you glanced at her one more time before closing your eyes as your consciousness drifts off to dreamland

“y/n”

“psst y/n”

“y/n wake up”

rubbing your eyes, you groaned in annoyance as your sweet slumber was interrupted.

“who is it? what happened? is the kitchen burning?” you asked but you were only answered by the sound of someone giggling.

“who the—WHAT THE FUCK!” you began to talk, but your words were cut short when you lost your balance.

falling off the bed with a bang, you landed on the floor in a tangle of bedding and limb. the force of the fall jolted you completely awake, and you sat up, scratching your head and looking around in confusion. as you struggled to get your bearings, you noticed Yujin sitting up on the bed, her eyes wide with concern. except yujin was no longer a puppet; she was fully alive, with human-like features and a concerned look.

"are you okay?" yujin asked, her voice quiet but filled with concern.

you blinked, trying to fully take in what you were seeing. "yujin? how... how are you alive?" you gasped, looking at her with surprise.

yujin looked down at herself, then back at you, equally bewildered. "i don't know," she said, shaking her head slightly. "one moment i was a puppet, and the next... i'm like this."

you stood up still trying to take in the whole situation when she spoke up again

“y/n i think it might be the kiss” she said

“the kiss?” you repeat feeling your cheeks flush as you remembered what you did a while ago

“yeah the kiss, it might’ve been some kind of magic” she explained while standing up, her tall figure towering over you.

as everything sank in, you realized how close yujin was standing in front of you. you stared at her and you could see her staring back at you. slowly, like a dream, you both leaned in. your breaths mingled, your eyes locked, and suddenly, as if driven by an invisible force, your lips touched in a soft, long kiss. it was delicate at first, but soon turned rough.

yujin placed her hands on your shoulders and deepened the kiss, her lips soft and warm on yours. your heart raced in your chest, and you felt yourself melting into the moment. before you knew it, yujin has already pushed you back to your bed, her body hovering over you.

the two of you locking lips for a while before you broke the kiss “i can’t believe this is real,” you gasped “i’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time now.”

yujin smirks, hands squeezing your ass before replying, “me too princess, ever since i became conscious.”

you blush at the nickname before feeling something hard press against your thigh.

“yujin is this?..........” you trailed off, pertaining to the ‘thing’ poking your thigh.

“it’s exactly what you think it is princess” her smirk still there, her hand now rubbing your crotch. “i know you want this too.”

“let me take care of you” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave.

you nod in response, heart beating rapidly in anticipation. yujin’s hand moved smoothly across your bodies, slowly undressing the two you. your body shivered at the cold air when she finally finished undressing you. yujin stared at your body with a predatory gaze causing you to cover yourself with your arms. she chuckles at your attempt to cover yourself before grabbing your arms, preventing you from further trying to.

“don’t cover your body princess, your beautiful” she says as she leans to your neck, gently nipping it making you blush

with the two of you now bare, you could finally properly her length. if you had to guess, it was around 8 inches and it was quite girthy. it was veiny and had a huge prominent vein stemming from the base to the underside of the tip.

yujin positioned herself between you, looking into your eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. seeing none, she guided her length to your core.

she penetrated you with a slow, deliberate thrust, and you yelped in pleasure. yujin stopped, giving you a moment to adjust, her gaze never leaving yours. "are you okay?" she said softly, her voice full of worry and love.

"yes," you whispered, your body craving more. "please, yujin... don't stop."

with your consent, yujin starts thrusting. each thrust harder and faster than the last one, this lead to you being a moaning and panting mess.

“you like that?” she pants, sweat running down her cheeks. “you like it when i turn you into a moaning mess?”

“yes!” you gasped. “i…–ahhh love it yujin! harder please i–ahhh want more.”

hearing this, yujin smirks before gripping your hips as she increases her pace, her eyes locked straight into yours. her gaze making you feel small.

"you're mine," she whispered, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "and i'm gonna make you feel so good."

her words drove you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. you screamed out her name, your nails clawing her back, pulling her closer as your climax came.

yujin continued to thrust into you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she chased her release. when she finally reached it, her body tightened, a loud, guttural cry from her lips as she gushed inside you, filling you entirely.

for a few moments, you both lay there, tangled together, your breaths mingling as you came down from your high. yujin brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her gaze softening with affection that made your heart flutter.

“i know we might be going a bit too fast but i love you y/n.” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

you blush at her words before replying “it’s okay yuj, we’re in this together” you cup her cheeks. “and i love you too.”

yujin smiles at your words, leaning in to kiss you. “i’m gonna cherish this chance of being alive to prove to you how much i love you.” she promises.

you held her close, experiencing an overwhelming feeling of completeness and happiness you had never had before. the two of leaned in for one last before getting settled in bed to sleep.

“............”

“hey y/n?”

“hmm?”

“i think i’m getting hard again”

oh boy……..

____ x male reader— NO. you just ruined my day

have you seen the teaser? wonyoung in pool 😭😭😭 make me go feral 🙏🙏🙏😔

the way i started squirting—[JADE'S TSINELAS HITS ME]

GOOD LORD SHE WANTS ME TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK LIKE THE WET HAIR?!! POOL SCENE??!!!

streets on twitter say she's a siren that's trying to seduce people to drown them WELL I'D BE WILLING TO DROWN FOR HER WITHOUT HER EVEN NEEDING TO SEDUCE ME

does she know the impact she has on everybody? like maam please calm down you'll singlehandedly make kpop tumblr squirt like damn that's mommy

siren!wonyoung seducing reader to come swim with her only for her to pull her dick out and have sex with her in the beach THEN WHAT?!!

yummy content, im full once again

beneath the facade || g!p giselle x f!reader

notes: WE ARE SO BACK !! aeri is just kinda obsessed with reader- she just doesn’t know how to process her emotions like that okay, be patient with her. based off this little drabble i did a while back

cw: possessive aeri, g!p aeri, crazy ass bullying, a lot of physical violence and threatening, blackmail, dubcon? humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, a lil choking, degradation, words like “mutt/pup”, perv!aespa at the end

wc: 4k

giselle

academically gifted, rich as fuck, athletically talented- hell, even scarily strong and not to mention she was gorgeous. people wished to be with her or to be her. though, she has some setbacks. or well, quite a lot of them.

the bully, the devil in disguise, that bitch in class 301. all describing a certain specific woman, uchinaga aeri.

you, y/n l/n, were her primary target. not the opposite of her in every thing she excels at, but definitely on the opposite of the school's fear and popularity spectrum. she was on one end, you were on the other.

first year in and you ended up being the victim of bullying, executed by the one and only. you were just a mere transfer student, lucky enough to be accepted into a prestigious school because of a scholarship you worked your ass off for, but people didn’t appreciate the hard work of a civilised citizen, they only focused on how much your income was and if your parents owned multiple businesses and all that shitty snobby stuff rich people tend to flaunt around.

most students around found the presence of an unsightly commoner grotesque. hell, you looked the part, your shoes apparently weren’t high quality enough for their liking, and let’s not talk about the worn out backpack you wore to school 24/7…

to aeri, it was like comedy gold. you stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of the wealthy. she had never seen someone look so out of place and it brought her to tears, and not because she felt pity, but she thought it was too entertaining to watch your ass haul your way through the corridors.

it started at lunchtime on the first day you transferred. everyone had their own friend group, big or small, they at least had some friends to occupy them. you on the other hand had no one. not a friendly eye in sight. this in fact was a huge gamble, but it couldn’t hurt to make some acquaintances, so you spun your chair around to meet eye to eye with… her.

“hi, you’re uchinaga aeri right? i’m y/n do you-“

she scoffed, abruptly cutting you off, laughed at your expression as it contorted in confusion, grabbed her flask filled to the brim with water and poured all of the content onto your head. the ice cold water soaked your clothing, sort of exposed your bra a little.

“you’re funny. do you know who i am?” the corners of her mouth tugging up as she watches you shake due to the fact you were literally soaked with ice cold water, and because of the fear “watch who you talk to, mutt” abruptly rising from her seat to kick your chair causing you to slam hard into the cold floor. and now everyone's eyes were on you, murmuring amongst themselves, snickering, some even commenting about how pathetic you looked quivering on the floor. until aeri gave a glare that paralysed you and the others, a little reminder to everyone that this could happen to them.

oh, the teachers? helpless. with the amount of money she had she could bribe her way out of any situation, pull herself out of suspension, honestly she could buy whole school and it wouldn’t make a dent in her bank.

you went home that day feeling… strange. a large bruise on your arm hurt a lot obviously, yet you were reminiscing about what had happened a few hours ago, a shiver ran up your spine. not for the sane reasons though.

from then on, the scale got worse and worse, from making you her personal lackey, to threatening to blackmail you, physically assaulting you the next week and on the occasion dragging you somewhere to suck her off.

years of being tormented by mainly her and her clique, coined as ‘aespa’ — you thought it was rather funny how they named themselves rather than being named by students — eventually numbed the physical pain she’d inflicted. mentally and emotionally on the other hand it still sort of stung. she practically owned you whether or not you liked it and to make matters worse everyone knew you as, not your name, but as aeri’s servant, bitch, slave, pet, other derogatory names that come to mind, but she mostly called you mutt.

fast forward to now. you were currently in the last year of school. the typical school day for you consisted of class, aeri forcefully gripping your shoulder which usually meant that she wanted you to buy something for her, break, aeri and her clique finding a variety of ways to humiliate you- todays was quite mundane, a few clothes of yours missing after PE class… wonder who took them. the rest of the days were then filled with more classes and some peaceful studying in the library until aeri had showed up.

“y/n…” as soft as her voice was, her tone was terrifying.

“i’m talking to you, look at me.” this was the damn library, she couldn’t take YOUR safe space away from you “oh so now you’re being difficult” you chose to ignore her, per usual. you continued to jot down notes from the book you were studying, staring at it while she carried on talking.

in an instant her hand clasped your jaw, jerking your head to the side.

“ow- ow… okay what, what is it?” hissing at the pain.

“look at this” her phone screen shoved, almost, into your face, the bright screen showing a random ass screenshot from one student to another. the conversation from this random guy in class and this girl in the library who occasionally helped you. “who in this school would want to be with you?” ouch, that stung a little. she’s said some worse things, but that definitely hit close to home “i thought people would have some standards” she chuckled “that girl is ugly as fuck too. actually now that i think about it, you two suit each other perfectly.. oh and that perm, jesus christ, i might go and shave it off for her, what do you think mutt?” truth be told, you didn’t know her well enough for those screenshots to go around. who would make a stupid edit for the least popular person in school and the girl who’s constantly in the library.

yes, she was pretty. yes, she was smart. no you weren’t close. was aeri jealous? perhaps.

anyways, aeri’s mind wouldn’t be swayed so easily right? i mean, clearly it was a fake image— you could tell by fuckass editing.

“her? i like her… she’s been nice to me” although it was a library, the following silence was eerily strange coming from her loud ass. aeri’s the fussy type, she’d usually make a big commotion about anything really, especially if it was something to do with you and being a normal functioning person.

“…..” um? what’s with this deafening silence.

“come with me” her unnaturally unphased expression paired with the grip she had on your wrist made your stomach twist in anticipation. luckily it was after school hours. almost all of the students were gone around this time, some staying to catch up with homework, or doing club activities.

—

today the basketball members weren’t in, perfect for aeri… and her little clique. the three of them were already waiting diligently in the basketball teams’ changing room. ‘oh, its the usual’ you thought. one of them would push you over, kick you until you were bruised up and down and then snap, a pic of you would be taken. the pain was always unbearable but you always sucked it up, holding in your screams just so that they would end it quicker since you weren’t squealing and crying, which they loved to hear you do.

you guess today’s different. they were all sitting down on the bench, tapping away at their phones without realising that you were in the room. until aeri coughed, bringing their eyes towards her and not you. “you know what to do” her voice commanded you maliciously.

“alright…” who were you to deny her anyway, it was either that or a foot to the head. then your mother would get worried again, call the school and get humiliated by them once more, which you hated.

a deep breath, you tugged at your oversized sweater, looked at aeri- smiling and nodding. “fuck…”, you took it off swiftly, unbuttoning your top while you heard multiple camera shutters go off. the skirt was next to go; the sounds carried on.

there you stood, shamefully in the middle of the changing room “you know what would be funny y/n, sending these scandalous pics to that girl you like. she would love that… what do you girls think? do you think she would find our little mutt attractive?”

minjeong looked up from her camera, sucking a strawberry flavoured lollipop “can we do something else aeri? this is getting boring… tell me why we’re still keeping her around”

“shut the fuck up minjeong”

“jesus christ, alright…”

“yizhuo? jimin? your thoughts?”

yizhuo just nodded, a quick sadistic smile indicating that she thought the same way as aeri, even giggling at the thought. jimin couldn't care less, you guess it was from the lack of violence and the fact that your face was devoid of emotion, but she thought it would be best to keep aeri entertained..

“do whatever you want aeri. like minjeong said though, our toy is nothing but boring. can we do something exciting, something like… i don’t know, making her react in some sort of way? *any way??*”

“okay wait, that gave me an idea…”

nothing could’ve prepared you for what was going to happen next. aeri grabbed a handful of your hair, tugged you towards her, scalp burning from the pain.

“start recording. now” both of her hands now gripping your shoulder on each side, pushing you down to your knees. you winced at the pain shooting from your lower body and upwards. knees scrapping the hard floor as she manoeuvred you to her liking. legs buckling and trembling as you struggle to keep balance.

this caught the attention of the three girls, all eyes were on you. frightening, they had never been so disgustingly invested in you before. you found yourself in a situation that was way more nerve wracking than being seen naked by only aeri. you were vulnerable in front of her close friends, the very friends that haven’t seen you butt ass naked before. trapped in your own little mind, you didn’t render that her thick cock was pressed against your cheek. throbbing.

“suck it”

your eyes shot up to her, pleading with your eyes.

in front THEM? what the fuck.

“suck it whore” it’s important to note that aeri has severe anger issues, and clearly she can’t wait either. a spoilt rich kid like her always got her way as fast as it was humanly possible. quick to anger, she waisted no time in pleasuring herself. taking her hand to lower your jaw, forcing her length all the way down “mhm… use your tongue like you always do” her hands pushing your head closer to her, slowly making sure you feel every inch of her cock slide into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat “yeah… fuck- you’re so good when you’re not looking at me like you despise me” your eyes welled up and you couldn’t breathe, it didn’t help that her you were choking around her dick “c’mon… use your mouth, mutt” her patience running low, clicking her fingers at you to start moving, but you simply don’t “you- don’t start acting like you’re some innocent girl now, i know what you are. fucking disgusting pervert, i know you like being used like this, i know you’re soaked from the fact that you got yourself into this predicament” slapping your face with the palm of her hand “you keep acting like a bitch and i’ll—“

sparing yourself from a lengthy rant about how you’re a bitch and she could definitely find someone better, you start sucking on her cock obediently, your ‘innocent’ eyes looking up at her while you bob your head, exaggerating the sucking noise just to make her head spin. she hissed.

on the other hand, the girls watched in awe. all of them turned on by watching you take aeri. your face grew hot, but them watching didn’t distract you much. actually it encouraged you to go faster on her, quickening your pace as you let her grab a handful of your hair, urging you to take her even deeper than before. her head lolled back, eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on your tongue swirling around her length.

“my god… you’re so good pup, but let me… let me use you” again, she forces her cock in with a quick thrust ,which made you gag in return. she hummed, relentlessly using your mouth as if it was her own fuck toy.

you couldn’t even lie to yourself, you loved the way aeri treated you when she behaved all cocky and spoiled. as degrading as it was, the way she always manhandled you in the most disrespectful ways made you unbelievably horny, and this was just taking it to another level.

the other girls’ eyes kept on you and not their leader, watching how you took aeri’s huge cock down your throat, the way your bra strap was falling, the way your hair was all messed up and the way tears rolled down your cheeks making your face glisten with both tears and sweat. they kept recording, violating your privacy as their cameras zoomed in on your mouth being fucked mercilessly.

yizhuo couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted to join in on the fun. snaking a hand around your shoulder, feeling the heat radiating off your bare skin on the palm of her hand only to receive a painful slap that stung seconds after “what the fuck, am i not allowed to?” it was clear that aeri didn’t want to share you. she sucked air through her teeth, rubbing her hand while giving a dirty look at aeri.

“don’t touch what’s mine” you felt pride swell up, your plan sort of worked. getting her jealous was one of the best ideas you came up with… maybe you could test that out a little more.

aeri kept on going, speeding up thrusts as her high came closer “gonna- gonna cum…” her moans becoming higher, breath quickening, the grip on your head becoming painfully pleasurable, you could tell she was close by the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head “so good- you’re so fucking good puppy…” a few seconds pass and she lets out a long and satisfying groan followed by her taking her cock out of your mouth, spilling her cum all over your face. it took a few seconds of pure silence before her cock sprang up, harder than ever.

“fuck….” you turned to your side, wiping your cum soaked face to see all of the girls staring at you attentively, especially ning. her eyes were locked on your body, scanning your every curve, blushing ever so gently. you took this as an opportunity to test aeri’s jealousy. obviously it was a bad idea. if it worked then your little silly plan to test if she would act possessive, or not, would work. after all you knew that aeri had taken a liking to you back then. did it justify all the bullying? no, not in particular, but you could say you were a tad bit perverse for enjoying every single moment of it. though, you wouldn’t say that out loud. but if she wasn’t a possessive freak, then well ning could join in… and you didn’t mind that, you found her rather cute as well.

“ning~” you beckoned her with a sultry voice, half lidded eyes staring right back at her bringing her forward.

“m..me?” pointing at herself in disbelief “uh… i don’t think i should-“ through the corner of her eye she could see aeri’s gaze, watching her carefully to see if she would make any advances. you stared ning down, purposefully letting your bra strap slip from your shoulders.

this time aeri’s gaze fell on you. she stayed uncharacteristically silent, the sound of laboured breathing told you that your plan came to fruition. calming herself down she balled up her fists, gritting her teeth all while watching you seduce one of her close friends.

face hot with anger, aeri once again grabbed your wrists, only this time was her grip tighter than before “you’d slut yourself out to anyone wouldn’t you?” her voice low and still, whispering in your ear. seconds later you find yourself being pulled up from the ground, and then a few more seconds go by again and you were stripped from all your clothes, leaving you bare. as she stepped back to admire your body “show them how much of a nasty slut you are for me” she sat down and pulled you into her lap, spreading your legs wide enough for the three girls to see how wet you were for her. you whined at the feeling of her slim fingers playing around your clit. her ever so light touch drove you insane, so different from the times she would rub your clit fast and rough.

“wait.. wait… too slow” much to your shock, she was also thrown off guard. that cute and whiny begging made her want to… take care of you? kind of? she was conflicted all the while horny as hell.

rough or slow? rough... or slow... slow….

slow it was.

her fingers reached your mouth. knowing what she was like, you opened your mouth, wetting her fingers so that she could toy with your sensitive clit. god, she knew your body so well. how easy it was to make you crumble in her hands, how simple it was to make you obey her words whether or not it was a simple task or threat, how sensitive you could be when she did this one thing or another thing “this wet for me already puppy? i guess i don’t need to prep you or anything, huh? so wet and i only touched you lightly” you felt that all the way down to your core, the butterflies you felt in your stomach made you needier.

“please…” you could only muster up so much strength to plead.

“please what puppy? i won’t know until you tell me”

the drastic change between calling you a mutt to calling you a puppy caught the attention to the girls, they thought it was kind of cute, seeing a different kind of aeri was rare. they’d bring it up later to tease her relentlessly in the future, but for now it’s best to leave it alone since they didn’t want to get berated after.

“too weak to say it aren’t you… fine, i know what you want anyways” since you were already sitting on her lap, aeri had no difficulty adjusting herself.

her cock stretched you out and the position made it so that the very tip reached into places you would've never imagined. she was so hard, thick as hell and god was she big. christ, your past self never would have imagined how that could’ve gone inside “oh.. my god- you’re tighter than usual. does being fucked in front of people turn you on this much y/n? you’re making it so easy for me to.. mmhf- slide in and out” her arms were wrapped around your waist pulling you up and down instead of the usual “move yourself” or “beg for it”

in a way the change of how she used you was quite endearing, which was surprising although she was still technically using you as her toy, but less… cold heartedly? you guess. she’d never be the type to kiss your neck as she was balls deep into your pussy, but here she was doing the exact same thing. nuzzling into the crook of your neck giving the occasion bite or suck, tickling your brain and making your thighs shut.

both of you kind of forgot that there were three other girls in the room. too focused on each other to realise that they were still gawking… and they were also quiet as hell, they didn’t want to ‘disturb the peace’ so they opted into hearing the vulgar wet squelches as they tried so hard not to unzip their pants and join in on the fun.

“how… a-are you… still so tight? fuucck- your pussy feels amazing puppy” her thrusts deepen more than you thought it would, hitting spots you’d never knew felt this damn good. you couldn’t help but let out a shameless moan as she kept on fucking you rougher, but uncharacteristically slow.

“mm.. ngh- aeriii” you called out to her as you steadied yourself with your hand gripping her thigh. going slow wasn’t aeri’s forté. she usually was the type to go in fast and keep going faster until it would make you shout streams of curses and broken up versions of her name. you urged her to go quicker, moving your hips to get her attention but it seems like she was stuck in her own little world of pleasure “a-ah.. faster pleaseee-”

“pathetic and whiny.. lemme do what i want to do” under that dom girl facade, you knew all she wanted to do was cum inside, murmuring your name under her breath — which she was never aware of — but she held out.

what made her change her ways of dealing with you today was something you wouldn’t understand anyways.

“never mind, i’ll make sure not to break you this time” she bit down on your shoulder, close enough to draw out blood and rammed cock so hard and sudden that it squeezed out a yelp out of your lungs. you cried, begged her to slow the fuck down, but she wanted nothing more than to treat you like she had before, being a softie wasn’t her.

she was going too rough, too fast, but it felt too good not to tell her to stop. her breath quickening, her arms hugging your waist tightening, the frantic kissing along your neck covering it almost entirely with hickeys “fuckfuckfuck… i’m gonna cum so much- inside you.. mmhhm” with the last thrust she came, cum leaking down to the bench and a little getting on the floor. she knew you hadn’t cum yet. as much of an asshole she can be, she usually would make you cum if you didn’t before. her tired fingers reaching down to your clit, rubbing it in circles while she still rocks her hips — overstimulating herself while helping you reach your climax.

your eyes began to roll as she rubs faster, back arching as you feel the knot in your stomach form “aeri- oh god, aeri— feels too good” with her cock still inside of you, she felt your cunt squeeze down. still sensitive she jolts up, tip hitting the right spot as she does so. the pleasure from that and the pleasure felt from your clit drove you to your orgasm. a high pitched moan could be heard, although muffled, through the empty halls.

baffled, the three girls awkwardly stared at your limp body on top of aeri’s. it seems like you both had passed out after you’d both came.

“…jimin what do we do?” minjeong said as the panic set in “what if a teacher is coming to check up on us”

“i’ll wake aeri up-“

yizhuo interjects “no, bitch that’s a horrible idea. she’s gonna wake up grumpy as hell and them she’d start being all yap yap yap, you know”

“so you’d leave her to be found by either a teacher or the janitor? either way she’d get mad”

“well i’m sure as hell not waking her up, bye guys” minjeong leaving with a cheeky grin “ah plus-“ re-opening the door “i’ve got great pics of y/n, i’m gonna go home and beat it to her”

“can you send them?”

“jimin what the hell… send some to me as well minjeong”

a/n: FUCK i feel like i’ve lost the ability to write smut ya’ll 🙂 this is the best i could do in a long time

small spoiler for something i'll post soon 😉

[and yes, this will be g!p]

whole goon central is devastated with the news

*barking noises*

President’s Daughter

GP Yujin x F! Reader Warnings: choking, squirting, cream pie, etc. Word Count: 2.7k A/n: This has been in my drafts for so long FINALLY ITS OUT UGH

Being the president's daughter has its good and bad sides, especially when you're a target. Right after your dad became president, he insisted on getting you a bodyguard, just in case. You didn't like the idea at all—having someone always watching you, being bossy, and all that. But your dad wanted you safe, so you went along with it. That's when he introduced you to Yujin.

"Y/n, this is Yujin, your bodyguard. She's here to keep you safe," Dad said, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

I rolled my eyes as I glanced at Yujin, sizing her up with an air of superiority. When I looked back at Dad, I made a show of sighing dramatically. "Fine, whatever," I muttered, reluctantly extending my hand towards Yujin. "Hi, I guess. You're supposed to be protecting me or something."

Yujin gave me a once-over before shaking my hand, her expression neutral as if she had dealt with bratty kids like me before. She simply nodded in response, clearly unimpressed by my attitude.

As the days passed, I made it abundantly clear to Yujin that having a bodyguard was more of an inconvenience than a necessity. I would often complain about her presence, insisting that I didn't need someone constantly watching over me.

One afternoon, while walking through the crowded streets, I grew increasingly irritated by the way Yujin hovered protectively beside me. "Seriously, Yujin, you don't have to follow me everywhere like a lost puppy," I snapped, earning a disapproving glance from her.

Ignoring her silent reprimand, I veered off the path, determined to shake her off. But no matter how hard I tried, Yujin remained steadfast, never letting me out of her sight.

Frustrated and feeling rebellious, I decided to test her limits. "I'm going to grab a coffee. Don't follow me," I declared, darting into a nearby café.

To my surprise, Yujin didn't budge from her position outside. Despite my attempts to push her away, she stood her ground, unwavering in her commitment to protect me.

Defeated, I begrudgingly returned to her side, my earlier defiance replaced by a begrudging acceptance. It was clear that Yujin was more than just a bodyguard; she was a force to be reckoned with, determined to fulfill her duty regardless of my protests.

Reluctantly, I conceded defeat, realizing that perhaps having Yujin by my side wasn't such a bad thing after all.

As you spent more time with Yujin, something changed inside you. Despite originally resisting her, you started to feel drawn to her in a way you couldn't explain.

You discovered that behind Yujin's serious exterior was someone who genuinely cared about you. She didn't judge your flaws; instead, she supported and guided you as you opened up to her.

Through your conversations and shared experiences, you learned to let go of your pride and embrace vulnerability. Yujin became more than just a bodyguard; she became a trusted friend who made you feel accepted and understood.

One night, after drinking too much at a party, you found yourself in a vulnerable situation. Yujin, always watching out for you, came to your rescue, guiding you safely through the crowded streets.

In that moment of vulnerability, you saw Yujin's unwavering dedication and kindness. It made you realize how much you cared for her and appreciated everything she did for you.

From that night on, your feelings for Yujin continued to grow, fueled by gratitude and admiration for the incredible person she was.

As the day of your date arrived, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Meeting at a cozy café, you were greeted by Yujin, who surprised you with her casual yet stylish outfit.

Sitting together in a quiet corner, you found yourselves engrossed in easy conversation, punctuated by shared laughter that seemed to light up the room. Yujin's usual serious demeanor gave way to genuine smiles and laughter, and you couldn't help but be charmed by her warmth.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself drawn to Yujin in a way you hadn't expected. Her laughter was infectious, and you couldn't resist joining in. Despite her typically reserved nature, she seemed relaxed and happy in your company.

Leaving the café with a promise to meet again soon, you felt a sense of hope and anticipation for what the future might hold—a future filled with more moments of laughter and happiness shared with Yujin, the woman who had captured your heart.

You still acted like a brat, clinging to your status as a daddy's girl, which seemed to define much of your behavior. However, everything changed when Yujin stepped in and challenged you, ultimately putting you in your place.

Yujin's firm voice cut through the tension, her hands gripping your neck as her movements intensified. "You've been getting on my nerves all day, princess," she declared, her thrusts becoming more forceful as you trembled beneath her touch. "I've had enough of your erratic behavior. If your daddy didn't set you straight, then I will." With each powerful thrust, she asserted her dominance, driving her point home with undeniable intensity.

The room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of your pussy squelching and your whimpers echoing off the walls. Your tightness enveloped Yujin's cock like a vice grip, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. Every vein on her throbbing shaft pulsed against your sensitive walls, sending waves of sensation coursing through your body.

"Y-Yujin," you whimpered, your body jerking with each powerful thrust. "What is it, princess?" She asked, her gaze intense as she looked down at you, her necklace dangling tantalizingly close above your face.

"F-Faster, p-please," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper as desire surged through your veins.

With a wicked grin, Yujin increased her pace, driving into you with a relentless urgency that sent shivers down your spine. Her movements became more primal, each thrust hitting you with precision, igniting a fiery pleasure that consumed your senses.

As the intensity grew, so did the rawness of your desire, spilling out in a stream of dirty talk that only fueled the passion between you.

"You like that, baby?" Yujin growled, her voice husky with desire. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? Tell me how much you want it."

Your breath hitched as you moaned in response, words tumbling from your lips in a fervent confession of lust. "Yes, Yujin, yes! I want it so bad. I need you to fuck me harder, deeper. Make me yours completely."

Her grip on you tightened as she thrust into you with an almost savage fervor, each movement pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With every gasp and moan, you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating pleasure of being utterly consumed by her.

Yujin flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass towards her as she thrust her cock inside you, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from your lips. Her movements quickened, driving deeper into you with each powerful thrust.

"You're gonna listen to me from now on, right, princess?" Yujin demanded, her voice commanding as she held you close. Your face buried in the pillow, you were too overwhelmed with pleasure to respond, lost in the sensation of being thoroughly ravished.

Noticing your lack of response, Yujin tightened her grip on your hair, pulling you closer to her as she whispered huskily into your ear. "I asked you a question, princess," she murmured, her thrusts never faltering as she asserted her dominance over you with each

"Y-Yes, I promise I'll be a good girl," you cried out, your voice trembling with arousal as the tightness in your stomach grew more intense with each of Yujin's powerful thrusts.

Your body quivered with anticipation, the sensations overwhelming as you felt yourself nearing the edge of ecstasy. Yujin's relentless thrusts only fueled the fire burning within you, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release.

"My good girl," Yujin growled, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she felt you trembling beneath her. "You belong to me now, princess. Say it."

"Yes, I belong to you," you moaned, your words punctuated by gasps of pleasure as Yujin's thrusts continued to drive you wild.

"That's right," Yujin breathed, her grip on your hair tightening as she claimed you completely. "You're mine to control, to pleasure, to punish... however I see fit."

The mixture of dominance and desire in her words sent a thrill through you, amplifying the pleasure building within you to dizzying heights. With each thrust, you felt yourself surrendering more fully to Yujin's power, lost in the intoxicating bliss of being

The bed began to pound against the wall with each passionate thrust, echoing the rhythm of your pleasure-filled union. The sound of skin meeting skin reverberated through the room, punctuated by the occasional sharp slap that added an extra layer of sensation to the electrifying atmosphere.

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum," Yujin groaned, her voice laced with urgency as she felt the climax building within her. "I'm gonna fill you up so good."

The thought of Yujin releasing herself inside you sent a surge of desire coursing through your veins, pushing you closer to the edge of your own release. "Yes! Cum in me," you cried out, your voice a desperate plea as you welcomed the impending explosion of ecstasy that awaited you both.

With one final, powerful thrust, Yujin buried herself deep inside you, her body tensing as she poured herself into you. The sensation of her release triggered your own, sending you both over the edge into a whirlwind of pleasure that left you breathless.

As your body shook with the aftershocks of pleasure, Yujin turned you around, her gaze fixated on your abused pussy, still leaking with her warm cum. With deliberate movements, she reached down and pushed her fingers into your sensitive folds, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from your lips as you felt the familiar sensation coursing through you once again.

Removing her fingers, glistening with your combined arousal, Yujin brought them to her lips and sucked them clean, her eyes never leaving yours as she savored the taste of your shared cum. Then, without hesitation, she repeated the motion, pushing her fingers into your mouth, urging you to taste the evidence of your shared passion.

You complied eagerly, sucking on her fingers with a hunger born from the intoxicating pleasure you had just experienced together. The taste of her mingled with your own arousal only served to fuel the fire between you, igniting a newfound desire that lingered in the air long after your bodies had finally stilled.

The action reignited Yujin's hard on, so she pulled you close to her, her arousal evident as she positioned you with your legs folded, knees next to your ears. "I-I can't, too sensitive," you mumbled, your body still buzzing from the intense pleasure you had just experienced.

Yujin, undeterred by your protest, teased your entrance with her throbbing cock, the anticipation sending shivers down your spine. "One more, princess, give me one more," she demanded huskily, her voice dripping with need as she pushed her cock inside you once again.

The sensation of her entering you anew was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy as pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave. Your moans filled the room, mingling with Yujin's own guttural sounds of pleasure as she thrust into you with abandon.

But amidst the pleasure, there were also whimpers of delight escaping your lips, the intensity of the moment threatening to overwhelm your senses entirely. Yujin's dirty talk only fueled the fire burning within you, each whispered word driving you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Fuck, you feel so good, princess," Yujin growled, her voice strained with desire as she ravished you relentlessly. "You're mine, all mine. Say it."

"Yes, I'm yours," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea as you surrendered yourself completely to her. "Take me, Yujin, fuck me until I can't think straight."

After your desperate plea, Yujin's demeanor shifted, her movements becoming rougher and more commanding. With a primal growl, she gripped your hips firmly, her thrusts gaining in intensity as she took you with a fierce determination.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Yujin grunted, her voice husky with desire. "You're mine, all mine. Gonna fuck you real good."

Each thrust was a forceful reminder of her dominance, driving you deeper into a state of euphoria as you surrendered to the pleasure of being thoroughly ravished by her.

"Take it, princess," Yujin growled, her breath hot against your ear. "You're begging for it. Can't get enough of me, can you?"

Driven by an insatiable hunger, Yujin unleashed her desires upon you with unbridled ferocity, pushing you to the limits of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Yujin moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Gonna make you scream my name."

With each powerful thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of oblivion, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of Yujin's passion.

"That's it, baby," Yujin encouraged, her words a mix of pleasure and command. "Cum for me. Let me feel you unravel around me."

And as she claimed you as her own in the most primal of ways, you found yourself lost in a whirlwind of sensation, completely consumed by the raw, unbridled ecstasy of being utterly dominated by her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make you squirt," Yujin growled, her voice dripping with anticipation as she sensed your impending release.

“Y-Yujin” You whimpered.

As the pressure inside you reached its peak, Yujin's words spurred you on even further. "That's it, princess, squirt on my cock," she urged, her voice laced with desire as she drove you towards your climax.

With a primal scream of pleasure, you felt yourself gushing around her, your juices flowing freely as you reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. Yujin's movements never faltered as she milked every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body, driving you to heights of pleasure you had never known before.

As the waves of pleasure washed over you, you couldn't help but cry out Yujin's name, your voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation as you surrendered yourself completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Yujin continued to thrust into you relentlessly, her movements driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. The sensation of her cock deep inside you, combined with the erotic charge of her commanding presence, ignited a firestorm of pleasure within you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you," Yujin groaned, her voice thick with desire as she felt her release building. "You're gonna take all of it, princess."

Your body quivered in anticipation as you felt the heat of Yujin's impending climax radiating through her. With each powerful thrust, you urged her on, craving the sensation of her hot release filling you completely.

As the intensity reached its peak, Yujin's control slipped away, and she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. With a guttural cry of ecstasy, she buried herself deep inside you, her cock pulsating as she unleashed wave after wave of her essence into you.

You cried out in pleasure as you felt Yujin's hot cum flooding you, filling you up with every drop of her release. The sensation of being completely filled by her only intensified your own climax, sending you both spiraling into a euphoric frenzy of pleasure that left you breathless and completely sated in each other's arms.

After the intense passion and pleasure subsided, Yujin gently withdrew from you, her movements tender as she held you close in her arms. The air was thick with the scent of your shared intimacy as you both lay entwined, basking in the afterglow of your encounter.

Yujin's touch was gentle as she caressed your skin, her fingers tracing soothing patterns along your body as she whispered sweet words of affection and reassurance. "You did so well, princess," she murmured, her voice soft with tenderness. "You were absolutely incredible."

Feeling utterly spent yet content in her embrace, you nuzzled closer to her, savoring the warmth and comfort of her presence. Yujin's loving embrace enveloped you like a protective cocoon, her touch a balm to your soul after the intensity of your shared passion.

As you lay together in the quiet intimacy of the moment, you felt a profound sense of connection with Yujin, a bond forged through the raw vulnerability and intimacy you had shared. And in that moment, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought Yujin into your life.

"Thanks to my dad, I met you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude as you looked into Yujin's eyes. "My bodyguard, my girlfriend... I'm so lucky to have you."

something meowed and it's not a cat

Your Sugar Baby

Subby! Jang Wonyoung x Dom F! Reader Words count: 1.4k Warnings: tribbing, and other things that idk lol A/n: Can I have a sugar mommy pls? I deserve to be spoiled 🥺🙏

Being a sugar mommy, you loved showering Wonyoung with affection and gifts. Wonyoung adored your generosity and was always willing to make you happy in return, especially when it meant getting the newest purse or treat she wanted.

"Ah, yeah, just like that baby," you moaned, feeling Wonyoung's hot breath against your skin as she knelt before you. Her lips and tongue worked eagerly, exploring your wet pussy, while her fingers thrust in and out of you with a steady rhythm. The sensations sent waves of pleasure through your body, making you gasp and writhe with ecstasy.

You eagerly gripped Wonyoung's hair, pulling her closer to your throbbing center. "You're so good, Wonyoung," you sighed out, your voice filled with pleasure and anticipation. "Keep going, baby, and I'll get you that purse you wanted."

Wonyoung groaned softly against your wet heat, the promise of the purse driving her desire to new heights. The ache between her thighs intensified as she pressed them together, seeking some relief from the overwhelming pressure building within her. With renewed determination, she continued her passionate ministrations, eager to please you and earn her reward.

You pulled Wonyoung away from between your legs, taking a moment to catch your breath. Looking at her flushed face, wet with your arousal, you felt a surge of desire. With a groan, you pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

Tasting yourself on her tongue, you moaned softly, enjoying the intimate moment. Lost in the sensation, you both responded eagerly, exploring each other's bodies with increasing passion.

You gently pulled Wonyoung up, a hunger burning in your eyes as you guided her onto the bed. With a playful smirk, you moved on top of her, your hands eagerly reaching for the hem of her skirt. As you slowly peeled it down, revealing her trembling form, you couldn't help but admire the sight before you.

With a teasing grin, you traced a finger along the damp fabric of her underwear, feeling the heat radiating from her soaking wet pussy. Wonyoung whimpered softly at the sensation, her hips instinctively arching upwards in anticipation.

Driven by desire, you continued your teasing ministrations, tracing lazy circles over the sensitive fabric. Each touch elicited a soft moan from Wonyoung, her arousal evident in the way her body trembled beneath you.

"Tell me what you want, baby," you husked, locking eyes with Wonyoung, your voice laced with desire.

"I-I want you to t-touch me," she whimpered out, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze pleading with anticipation.

With a wicked grin, you lean in closer to Wonyoung, your hands already tracing teasing patterns over her heated skin. Feeling her shiver under your touch, you revel in the power you hold over her, knowing that every caress, every kiss, will drive her wild with desire.

As your lips meet hers in a hungry kiss, you feel her melt beneath you, her hands grasping at your back, pulling you closer. Lost in the moment, you explore every inch of her body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and soft whispers in your wake.

Wonyoung's breath comes in ragged gasps as you move lower, trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach. With trembling fingers, you tease the edge of her panties, feeling the damp heat radiating from between her thighs.

"Please," she begs, her voice a desperate plea for release. And with a smirk, you oblige, sliding her panties down her legs and diving in to fulfill her deepest desires.

"Please what baby?"

"Please," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea for more, her body arching towards you in anticipation. "Please touch me, make me yours," she begged, her eyes pleading with a mix of longing and desire.

Your grip tightened on Wonyoung's thighs as you pulled her closer to your eager mouth, feeling the heat radiating from her wet cunt. With a teasing breath, you fanned the dampness, causing her to buck her hips in response, a low moan escaping her lips.

Hungry, you dove in, your tongue eagerly tracing circles around her throbbing clit. Wonyoung's hands flew to your hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. You alternated between gentle licks and firm sucks, each motion driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you delved deeper, exploring every inch of her with relentless determination. The taste of her arousal only fueled your desire, and you devoured her with a fervor that left her trembling with need.

Lost in the intoxicating rhythm of her moans, you continued your ministrations, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of release. And when she finally shattered beneath you, her cries of pleasure filling the air, you knew that you had given her exactly what she craved.

With a mischievous grin, you pulled away from Wonyoung's quivering form, eliciting a whine of protest from her lips. Ignoring her pleas, you swiftly grabbed her legs and hoisted them over your shoulders, positioning yourself between them.

As your legs intertwined with hers, your pussy hovering tantalizingly over hers, a surge of anticipation raced through your veins. With a primal need driving you forward, you began to grind your pussies together, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your bodies.

The sensation was electrifying, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of bliss. Wonyoung's cries mingled with your own as you rocked together in perfect rhythm, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment.

With every thrust, every grind, the pleasure intensified, building to an inevitable climax that hung tantalizingly close. And when the waves of ecstasy finally crashed over you both, you melted into each other's arms, spent and sated, aching for more of each other's.

With a sultry smirk, you leaned in close to Wonyoung's ear, your hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You like that, baby?" you purred, your voice dripping with desire as you continued grinding your pussies together.

Wonyoung's response was a needy whimper, her nails digging into your skin as she arched her back, craving more of the delicious friction you were providing. "Oh god, yes," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck me, make me come all over you."

Encouraged by her filthy words, you quickened the pace, your hips moving in sync with hers as you both chased the elusive peak of pleasure. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" you groaned, the raw need in your voice matching the intensity of your movements. "I love feeling your pussy against mine, soaking us both with your cunt."

The air was thick with the heady scent of arousal as you continued your passionate tribbing, the sounds of your bodies colliding filling the room. With every thrust, every grind, you could feel the tension building, pushing you both closer to the edge.

You increased the tempo of your grinding, feeling Wonyoung's body respond eagerly to your movements. "You're so close, aren't you?" you husked, your voice thick with arousal as you pushed her closer to the edge.

Wonyoung's moans grew louder, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she approached the pinnacle of pleasure. "Yes, yes, right there," she cried out, her voice trembling with need.

Feeling your own climax building, you matched her frantic pace, the sensation of her wet pussy against yours driving you both to the brink. "Come for me, baby," you urged, your voice a breathless plea as you chased your release together.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, you both reached the peak, your bodies trembling with the force of your orgasms. Waves of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you both gasping for air as you rode out the intense pleasure together.

Collapsing in a tangled heap of limbs and sighs, you held each other close, basking in the warm afterglow of your shared climax. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a testament to the passionate connection you shared. And as you lay there, spent and sated, you knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable night together.

As you both lay there, basking in the warmth of your shared climax, Wonyoung's voice broke the blissful silence with a small, hesitant question. "I'm still getting that purse, right?" she asked, her tone filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable concern, your laughter ringing out in the room. "Of course, baby," you reassured her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "You've earned it and so much more."

you inspired me to get into writing!

oh my i don't know what to say🥹🥹. as someone with a small account and who rarely updates i can't believe i've been an inspiration to someone. im not even sure if my works are even that good. still, im extremely grateful for your anon.i had a bad day today but this single anon made my day better🫂🫂🫂. thank you anon i'm rooting for your writing career!!!

i can literally see her sending this to y/n saying how horny she is and wants y/n to just go home and ruin her