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0cta9on · 2 months ago

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Golden Hour Café

Length: 1.8k words

Genre: Fluff

Nmixx Kyujin x (G)-idle Soyeon x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Wrote this for a prompt thingy hosted by @woollypoison! Thenk yew ooly, it was very fun :] Also, using a different divider cuz I had formatting issues with the other one :> Enjoy!)

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The faint scent of roasted coffee beans wafts past your nostrils as you sweep the empty cafe. There’s no reason to—there hasn’t been any customers for the past couple hours—but it’s better than sitting around doing nothing, and your uncle will give you an earful if he catches you slacking off again. The summer sun casts long rays of golden light through the windows. It’s already hot enough even with the AC on blast, so you try to sweep around those areas.

Some song by The Beatles blasts through the speakers, echoing throughout the empty cafe. A favorite of your uncle’s, but not something you would ever listen to willingly. With the way Kyujin is bobbing her head as she wipes down the tables, it might become one of her favorites too.

“Don’t tell me you actually like this song,” you mutter.

Your friend shrugs. “It’s kinda catchy.”

“It’s so… old, though.”

“Maybe I’m just an old soul.”

“Old soul?” you chuckle. “But you look like a—Ow.” She slaps your arm with a wet rag.

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” Kyujin tries to glare, but it comes off more like an angry kitten rather than anything remotely threatening.

“Whatever.” You plop into one of the booths with a long sigh, dropping the broom at your feet. “So much for an opening day.”

Kyujin sits across from you, leaning her head on the table. “It wasn’t so bad. Five customers is pretty good for the first day.”

“Four,” you point out. “One of them was only here to use the bathroom.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but sinks into the table with a dejected sigh instead. “Just trying to be optimistic,” she mutters, voice muffled.

Your uncle waltzes in from the back, whistling along to the song. “Hey kiddos, how are we…” His voice falters as he sees the two of you sitting down, disheartened and exhausted. “C’mon, it’s just opening day. We’ll get more customers eventually,” he tries to cheer you up, but the uncertainty in his voice speaks louder than his words.

“I guess…” you utter.

“Yeah…” Kyujin adds.

You feel bad, but not for lack of trying. Your uncle spent months getting this cafe up and running, even quitting his old desk job so he could focus all his efforts on his real dream. It’s commendable, to say the least. You watched him put all his blood, sweat, and tears into this place—you just wish other people saw that too.

“Um, sir?” Kyujin asks, tentatively raising her hand.

“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’, Kyujin,” your uncle grins. “What’s up?”

“Do we… still get paid?” Your head shoots up at the thought of your first paycheck.

He sighs. “Yes, of course. Just not until the end of the week.”

You and Kyujin sink back into the leather cushions with a groan. You spent the entire day here, barely making a handful of drinks, and you have to do that four more times until you get paid? Working is a scam.

“Why don’t I go buy us some dinner while you two close up shop for today, huh?” your uncle offers. “What are we feeling? Pizza? Burgers? Chinese?”

Kyujin looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to choose. You stifle a smile as her wide eyes peer into yours. You almost forget to answer, too distracted by the way her eyes sparkle like the sun. “Uh, I’m fine with anything. You?” you ask her. Her lips curl into that giddy smile that never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Pizza, please!” she exclaims.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a few with some pizzas.” The door chime rings as your uncle makes his exit, leaving you two to close up shop. You run through the mental checklist in your mind, but considering you’ve done nothing but clean all day, most of the work is already done.

“Y’know, when the cafe gets busier, we’ll probably miss quiet days like these,” Kyujin comments as she stacks up the chairs.

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I’d much rather make drinks than pointlessly push the broom around for hours.”

She chuckles, her cheeks puffing up like marshmallows. For a moment, you imagine what it must feel like, pinching them in between your fingers. “Hey, at least your hands aren’t all clammy from that wash rag. If anything you got the easy job,” she says.

“Aww, you worried a little rag is gonna ruin your soft baby hands?” Kyujin suddenly attacks you with a flurry of slaps against your arm, but in all her fury, it just ends up tickling. “What are you doing? Stop!”

“Stop being mean!”

“I’m not being mean—”

The door chime jingles, and the two of you freeze. A woman with long black hair and dressed in a cool denim jacket stands in the doorway, eyeing the two of you oddly.

“Uh, are you still open?” she asks, gaze bouncing back and forth between you two.

“U-um, yes we are!” You quickly take down one of the chairs just for her while Kyujin scurries behind the counter.

“What would you like to drink, ma’am?” Kyujin asks in that customer service tone the two of you practiced last night.

“Just an iced americano,” the woman answers coolly.

“Coming right up!”

You join Kyujin behind the counter, both to help and so you don’t just stand around awkwardly. She grabs a plastic cup and shovels ice into it, the cubes clattering loudly. “Americanos are just espresso and water, right?” she whispers, glancing up at you.

“Yeah,” you answer. “You remember how to pull a shot?”

“Duh, I’m not you,” she smirks, twisting the portafilter into the espresso machine. You almost slap her arm, but stop yourself, not wanting to mess her up. Kyujin presses a button on the machine, causing it to hum to life before dripping liquid gold into the tiny glass underneath.

She leans in, inspecting it closely. “Crema looks decent,” she mutters.

“Okay Gordon Ramsay, it’s not rocket science,” you tease.

“That doesn’t even make sense, he’s a chef, not a barista, stupid. Now move!” she hisses, waving you away as if she needs ample space just to pour espresso over ice cubes. She finishes it off with a splash of cold water, stirs the dark brown concoction with a spoon, and caps it off.

“One iced americano, for Miss, uh…” Kyujin blanks out.

“Soyeon. Thanks, kid,” she grins, taking the drink and bringing the straw to her lips. The two of you can’t help but watch in anticipation as she tastes the drink that the two of y— er, Kyujin made. “Not bad.”

You and Kyujin jump into each other’s arms, squealing and bouncing around in joy. Perhaps you hold onto her for a little too long or a little tightly, but if her laughter is any indication of things, she doesn’t seem to mind. After a long, boring day, it feels good to end on a win.

“Are you two dating or something?” Soyeon. chuckles, taking a seat near the counter. Kyujin suddenly scrambles off of you, her face turning pink like a sunburn.

“N-no! We’re not! Just friends!” she exclaims, waving her hands wildly in embarrassment.

“Y-yeah, just friends…” you echo, trying to mask the pain in your voice.

“Right…” Soyeon looks around the cafe, admiring the old time-y decorations that your uncle set up. “Is this place new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”

“Yeah, we just opened today. My uncle owns the cafe,” you answer.

“Ooh, cool. Must be fun working with your girlfriend.”

“S-she’s not my—!”

“I know, I know, ‘just friends’,” she chuckles. “Pardon my teasing, I had a bunch of meetings and I’ve had to act serious all day.”

“I-its okay,” Kyujin assures her, still red in the face. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for work?”

“I’m an… artist,” Soyeon hesitates.

“Ooh, so you make music and stuff? That’s so cool!”

“Yeah, well, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing anyways.” The older woman lets out a long sigh, letting her jet black hair fall to the side. “These days, it feels like my job is to argue with old guys in suits just so I can make the music that I want to make.”

“Ah, I see…” Kyujin nods, feeling bad for accidentally dampening the mood.

“Are there any songs we might know from you?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.

“Sorry kid, I really don’t wanna be rude, but I’d rather not talk about work right now,” Soyeon mutters.

“Ah, that rough, huh?”

“Yup.” She takes a long sip of her drink. “C’est la vie, I suppose.”

“Was that Spanish?” Kyujin whispers to you. “I barely passed Spanish.” You gently nudge her side, giving her an “I’ll tell you later” look.

“So, what about you two?” Soyeon asks. “Still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I see. There’s still hope in your eyes.”

“We’re just working here for the summer until next semester starts,” you explain.

“Ah, the sweet simplicity of youth.” Soyeon shuts her eyes, rocking back and forth to the song playing through the speakers. “No rules, no expectations, just pure freedom. How wonderful.”

Kyujin shoots you a confused look, but all you can do is shrug in response, not quite understanding what’s going on. “U-uh, yeah, it’s pretty nice, I guess,” you utter nervously.

Soyeon opens her eyes and sighs before walking up to the counter and taking out her wallet. “Let me give you a tip.”

“Oh, thank you, that’s very ki—”

“Run wild, run free, break the law, but most importantly, have fun.” Soyeon drops a fat wad of cash into the tip jar before walking off, nearly bumping into your uncle as he returns with the pizzas. “I’ll see you around, kiddos.” Without turning around, she flashes a peace sign before disappearing around the corner.

“Who was that?” your uncle asks, confusion written all over his face.

“I have no idea, but I think I wanna be her when I grow up,” Kyujin says, eyes wide as she fans through our newly acquired stack of cash. Soyeon could’ve been a witch or an escaped convict or whatever, as long as she keeps giving you tips like these, you don’t mind having her as your first ever regular.

“Do you think she’ll come back?” Kyujin asks as she finishes washing the dishes.

“Maybe,” you reply, wiping off the counters. “Seems like she liked the place. Almost like she… needed it, or something.” “Wow, how thoughtful of you,” she giggles, gently elbowing your side. You chuckle softly, charmed by the way her nose scrunches up whenever she laughs. If every day is just like this, cracking jokes in the pleasant atmosphere with Kyujin, then maybe the quiet days aren’t so bad after all.

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wonilye · 1 year ago

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kingmaker | p.sh

MASTERLIST

As an assassin working for the Hwangs, you have proven your loyalty to your benefactors for more than a decade. But when Lady Hwang's plans for a rebellion land you in a bride selection for the Crown Prince, you find yourself at a loss. Unfamiliar with the ways of the gentry, your reliance on a previously unknown informant is your only source of hope. And yet, you learn very quickly that no one in high society can be trusted, including yourself. Because who else but you is there to assassinate the King?

➢ pairing — prince's attendant sunghoon x undercover assassin reader

➢ genre — sunghoon royalty au (sort of), angst, crossovers with various members of different groups (enhypen, itzy, skz, aespa, nmixx, ive, nwjns)

➢ status — ongoing

➢ warnings — graphic depictions of violence and blood, characters have pretty bad trauma, morally grey decision-making, social hierarchies, dynamics similar to slavery. if this were ao3 i’d say DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

➢ disclaimers - most characters are depicted as very manipulative, and there are themes that are not acceptable in today’s society. this is NOT meant to reflect the idols’ real-life personalities. this is a work of fiction! let's be clear i do NOT condone most of what's written here irl! don't try this at home.

➢ a/n — not my first rodeo but we die like it is💀 cross posted on ao3 n wattpad by the same names :D go check em out if u want

➢ chapters (updated every other sunday)

➢ taglist (open) via asks!

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imbaebi · 1 day ago

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The Ultimate Slumber Party

ִֶָ࣪☾. 장규진 —

paring: bsf!kyujin x gn!reader

genre: miscellaneous fluff

warnings: none<3

wc / cc : 1k / 5.4k

nmx summer masterlist

synopsis —---

you and kyujin both have never been to a sleepover before so now that you're both 19 you decide it's finally timefor the amazing most ultimate slumber party ever

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Being 19 and this excited for a slumber party has got to be embarrassing. But you gotta sympathize with yourself, you've never been to a slumber party ever. Why? Well you had strict parents who wouldn't let you sleep at anyone's house when you were young. Hell they barely even let you go out to your friend's house for a few hours. It was miserable growing up when you were always the one being left out at the hang outs just because you knew your mom and dad's answer will be no. They were just that protective of you and would rather you focus on your studies.

By the time you turned 17 you didn't think too much about it as you grew older, you knew the rules. So when you and your best friend Kyujin were talking about random things, the fact that you never went to a sleepover was brought up. And guess what? Kyujin knew exactly how you felt since her parents were the same way. So that's when the awesome idea came to life. Kyujin decided it was about time you both got a chance to live a childhood dream. The weekend came over, neither of you had college classes today so it was perfect.

You pull up to Kyujin's apartment building at exactly 6 pm. Duffle bag slunged onto your arm, you are in all pink sweats as you get out of your car. You head towards the building and take the lift to Kyujin's floor. You promptly ring the doorbell. It took approximately 8 seconds for Kyujin to open the door.

“Eonnie! You're here just on time!” Kyujin pulls you into a hug. “I was just about to start building the fort. According to Hye, Forts are one of the best parts about a sleepover.”

Hye was Kyujin's cute little cousin. That girl was an expert as sleepovers according to Kyujin. You two enter the house, walking straight to the living room. There are already pillows and the two dining chairs ready for the fort building. You two got right to work. You and Kyujin place the dinning chairs and sofa cushions in a strategical way so the fort would not fall over later when you two were under it. Once satisfied with the layout, you and Kyujin lay the blankets on top, pinning them in place with clips. The fort's base was finished. Ah but you two weren't going to stop there, you had to go all out, after all this was supposed to be the best slumber party ever. It was time for the decorations! Fairy lights were hung inside, cute plushies and pillows were placed for aesthetics and a fan because it was definitely going to get hot later under all those blankets. Kyujin grabs another blanket and she hangs it at the entrance for the door. The fort was perfect! You and Kyujin did a high-five, proud of your work.

The next thing on the list was karaoke! Kyujin hands you a sparkly pink microphone, she has a matching sparkly purple one. She hits play on the remote. The music starts flowing from the tv speakers, you and Kyujin begin to sing your hearts out.

“Jesus, museun mal-i pil-yohae? modu neol jagpum-ilago bulleo! Just a little bit of you,

gyeoghage akkyeo, baby. mwo hana ppajim-eobs-i yeppeuguna.” Kyujin sings the chorus.

“Her, eoeo, her, eoeo, her, eoeo, uh, eoan-i beongbeonghae” You continue the next part, “Her, eoeo, her, eoeo, her, eoeo, neo malgon jeonbu pyeongbeomhae.”

The song list went on from Block B's "Her", to Twice's "What is Love?", Trouble Maker's "Trouble Maker”, Ivy's "Aha!", 2ne1's "I Am the Best", and 4minute's "Hot Issue". There were other songs included because you guys sang your hearts out till you two couldn't no more but I won't put the rest cause it would go on forever.

What type of sleepover would it be if you two didn't do sheet masks and painted each other's nails?

The makeshift spa was right next to the fort. You and Kyujin spoke about anything and everything as you carefully pained Kyujin's nails a soft shade of pink. She had done yours prior so it was her turn. Moisturizing animal sheet masks were on your faces as you did this. Kyujin had a watermelon cat face mask while you had a lemon cat—they were from this brand's summer fruit collection.

“Sleep overs are really fun. I know I would have enjoyed them as a kid.” You speak quietly. The polish brush glides pink onto her finger nails. Kyujin nods. There was a soft silence over the two of you after that.

When your nails had finish drying, it was finally time for movies. And snacks! There was a long movie marathon ahead of you. The goal was to not fall asleep. You and Kyujin cuddle up together inside the fort with your laptop playing various disney movies.

It was almost 5 in the morning, you both were halfway through Moana two. You hug the pillow that was under your chin. You force your eyelids awake, there must be no sleeping. You girls had basically pulled an all nighter since the sun was about to come up soon. You take a peak at Kyujin. She is asleep on the flower pillow, her eyes shut. Her lashes on her cheek flutter a little but she did not open her eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, she looks so cute and peaceful. When had she fallen asleep? She had just commented on the storyline a minute ago. You hit pause on the movie, sleep threatening to take over you as you do the task. You pull a blanket over her before doing so with yourself. Your eyes close shut almost instantly, the fan hums quietly in the background, lulling you to dreamland.

You both would deem this the perfect ultimate slumber party. And of course there will be many more to come even through all your adult years.

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prael · 10 months ago

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Kinktember Masterlist

31 days. 31 fics. 31 kinks. Over 31 idols.

Mostly male reader with some fem reader and some third person idol x idol.

In this list I will include what I believe to be the 'main' kink, though each fic may contain several.

Masterlist Kofi(donations/commissions)

12 Days Of Praelmas Masterlist

Kick-off Bonus fic - Pet Play - IVE Jang Wonyoung (ft. Aespa Karina)

Birthday Breeding - IVE An Yujin

Maid Play - Aespa Karina

Foursome/Blowjob - Le Sserafim Chaewon, Sakura & Yunjin

Dollification - Illit Minju

Fingering - NMIXX Sullyoon

School Uniform - ITZY Yuna

Public sex - Le Sserafim Sakura

Hate Sex - (G)I-DLE Shuhua

Spa/Massage - Newjeans Danielle

Mirror sex - Twice Mina

Cuckquean - IVE Liz & Wonyoung

Electrophilia - Aespa Winter

Car sex - (G)I-DLE Miyeon

Spanking - Le Sserafim Chaewon

Stand&Carry - Kepler Youngeun

Pool sex - Twice Tzuyu

Rope Bunny - ARTMS/LOONA Heejin

Fluffy Romance - IU

Mutual Masturbation - Newjeans Hanni × Minji

Sex Tape - Ex-Izone Jo Yuri & Stayc Isa

Gangbang - TripleS Seoyeon, Sohyun, Kotone, Nakyoung, Yubin, Kaede, Dahyun and Yooyeon

Overstimulation - Illit Moka x Yunah

Edging - (G)I-DLE Yuqi

Vicarphilia- IVE Gaeul

fluff Rough Sex - VIVIZ/Gfriend Eunha

Futanari - NMIXX Bae x Jiwoo; Haewon x Kyujin; Lily x Sullyoon

Degradation - Aespa Ningning & Giselle, Kepler Xiaoting & Yeseo and TripleS Nien & Xinyu

Scissoring - ITZY Ryujin x Yeji

Ice Play - Fromis_9 Hayoung

Reader Free Use - Red Velvet Seulgi

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smutoperator · 10 months ago

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Schoolgirl Fantasies

Jang Kyujin x Male Reader

Tags: age gap, anal fingering, ass-to-pussy, (lots of) blowjob, BWC, creampie, daddy kink, deepthroating, facefucking, first anal, full nelson, lube, maknae, rimjob, schoolgirl, upskirt, teen, tight holes

Word Count: 4518

For more than a decade, you've been JYP's idols main outlet to satisfy the dirtiest fantasies. From Sunmi to Suzy, Sana to Sullyoon, Nayeon to Yeji, Momo to Yuna, every one of JYP's current and former top female idols has got a chance to enjoy some naughty times with you.

However, there is one idol still missing from your collection, but you're about to correct this mistake.

"Hi, daddy," Kyujin appears in your room, wearing a schoolgirl outfit. It's fairly simple but rather effective. One of those easiest fantasies that always work no matter which moment.

The age gap between you and Kyujin is quite astonishing. You're now 48 years old, no longer that vigorous stud that once took the virginity away from legends like Suzy. 30 years separate you from Kyujin. You could literally be her father, so her calling you Daddy actually makes some sense.

Kyujin is very cute but also exudes a nice sexiness. After all, she comes from a stacked lineage of JYP maknaes. Sohye, Suzy, Tzuyu, and Yuna all went through your hands before her, so you're already very curious to see how she looks. She teases you, lifting her skirt and rubbing her hands over her teen pussy, biting her lips as she's anxious for the experience her unnies already had.

"I heard rave reviews about you, Daddy, especially from Haewon, Sullyoon, and Bae unnies," Kyujin says. "You've been working for JYP since when I was just a kid, and now I finally got a chance to spend a day with you; what an honor," she continues.

"It's an honor meeting you too," you say to Kyujin. You let her tease you at first, as she takes her pink top off and shows you her perfect tits while touching her pussy. She makes some moves on the floor of your room, showing her dancing abilities, including a little bouncing to tease you about what she wants to do later. She stays on her knees on the floor, smiling at you and making moves with her tongue, before finally sitting on the legendary couch where some of the biggest JYP idols have enjoyed lots of sex and orgasms.

"How are you doing?" you ask Kyujin. "I'm doing great," she replies. Your moves are the same as to every first-timer; you just want to make them relaxed. "You're so beautiful; what's your name?" you ask her. "Kyujin," she says. You already knew the answer, but the first thing you need to do is make her comfortable.

"Are you gonna be my naughty schoolgirl today?" you ask another question. "I'll try," a shy Kyujin answers. You laugh. "Look at those nice boobs," you tell her. "You like them, Daddy?" she asks. "Of course," you say. "But they aren't as big as Jihyo unnie," she says. "They don't need to be," you tell her.

"Wanna play with them?" Kyujin asks. Of course you do, but you want to rather take it slow. "Stand up for me for a second," you say to her. "Let me look under your skirt," you tell her, staring at Kyujin's very short panties and sexy thighs.

"What's your main schoolgirl fantasy?" you ask Kyujin. "I want to fuck my professor or one of my classmates, but I'm scared of getting caught," she answers, laughing. "Then I'll make your wish come true; today I'm your sex professor, and you won't get caught," you tell her.

"Let me see those perky tits," you tell Kyujin, who pulls her bra to the side. "Now, I'm gonna make them a little shiny," you say, pouring a cold dose of lube on them. "Rub them for me," you ask her, who obliges.

Kyujin takes her bra completely off. "You know, most guys really have a bias between asses or tits. But I like them both equally. So turn around and show me that ass," you ask her, who shakes her sexy teen butt. "You know, usually I don't fuck a girl in the ass in the first time I meet her, but I think I'll make an exception for you," you say. "Oh, yes, please, I want you to fuck my virgin ass, just like you did to Yoona and Bae unnies before," she says.

Indeed, as Kyujin mentioned, she would be just one of many idols who got their first anal try with you. But unlike them, she wanted to have it in the first attempt. Damn, and you thought those JYP idols couldn't get sluttier, but they keep proving you wrong.

You also lube Kyujin's ass and let her spread it around her sexy young butt. "Take your panties off; let me see that young pussy and butthole," you order. "Are you ready for that, Daddy?" Kyujin asks. "I'm more than ready," you say, getting wowed at her young holes. "Look at my tight pink pussy, Daddy," she says to you.

Kyujin puts a pair of fingers up her tight asshole. She knows it won't be easy getting that cock in there. "I need to help myself and stretch my tiny virgin ass so you can pound it, Daddy," she laughs. "Keep stretching it; you're going to need it," you tell her, pouring some extra lube in her butt and letting Kyujin fist deep in that butthole.

"Oh, that ass is so fucking tight, daddy," Kyujin teases you. She's driving you insane, letting your perversions take over. You take your pants off and rub your cock against her pussy, making her moan. "Daddy is gonna fuck that teen pussy raw?" she asks.

You'd usually have some foreplay before shoving your cock inside an idol's fuckhole. But Kyujin's teen cunt is so enticing you are ready to throw that rule out of the window. "Oh yeah," she moans as you insert the tip of your massive shaft inside her pussy.

"Fuck," she says. "That pussy is so tight," you whisper to her, barely able to insert a third of your nine inches inside her. If your past experiences taught you something, it is that you have to go quite slow with maknaes. Their pussies are always tight and strong and won't cave out to a cock so easily.

"Oh, I love to feel both my holes getting filled," Kyujin says. You love hearing her say it. It tells you it won't be much of a steep climb when she decides to attempt a DP with a real cock, now just her fingers. "Oh yeah, oh fuck," she moans as you start moving, going very nice slow at first in her teen pussy.

"So you're no longer a virgin," you tell her, noticing you didn't need to break her hymen. "No, I lost it as soon as I turned 18," she says. That's a pity. Just like her groupmate Sullyoon, Kyujin had her first meeting with you only a couple months after turning 18, but she is such a slut she couldn't keep her virgin pussy for you to deflower.

Finding that out makes you increase the pace. After all, Kyujin already has some experience taking cocks in her pussy. Maybe not as big as yours, but you know she can learn. "So good," you groan, noticing the tightness of her hole. "OH MY GOD," she lets out the first scream, but truth be told, that massage she's giving her asshole is helping her quite a bit in enduring that huge cock fucking her pussy.

You start panting and groaning louder. Even for an experienced guy like you, her tight young pussy is quite a challenge not to bust a nut. "Is Daddy enjoying my pussy?" she asks you, but you don't answer, trying to stay concentrated and just keep fucking it.

"Fuck that pussy, daddy," Kyujin says in a very cute voice, almost catching you off guard. Her moans sound so good, and you can tell how much she's enjoying it as her walls clench even further around your cock. You duck your head down and wrap your hands around her waist, kissing her and breathing around her neck as she gives you a naughty smile.

"Daddy, you're making me so wet," Kyujin says, as you can feel her young juices coating all over your cock. It's getting harder and harder to resist, but you manage to find just the right rhythm to pound her tight hole. "That pussy is so nice," you tell her.

Kyujin bites her lips as you increase your pace. Oddly, even though you are the experienced guy in the relationship, you're the one already out of breath. Meanwhile, Kyujin, who's only in the 3rd cock of her life, is doing quite well. I think you should have known by now that dancers truly have walls of steel. You should have learned the lesson from the countless sessions where you pounded the likes of Momo, Yeji, and Chaeryeong to oblivion, yet they kept asking for more. Maybe you were just getting old after all.

You slowed the pace, but Kyujin showed no mercy, moving her hips against your crotch. Her unnies really taught her well, because she was already pulling off some veteran moves in her first session with you. For being such a naughty girl, you decide to punish her, pounding Kyujin's pink pussy harder than ever and trying to dig deeper and deeper, searching for her cervix.

But your plan backfires, as you're forced to pull out. "I'll be back soon, baby," you tell her. "I'll be waiting, Daddy," she says. You rush to the shower and relieve the pressure on your cock by painting the walls of it with your cum. This time you avoided the embarrassment you had the last time you fucked a maknae, where Yuna squeezed you so hard you nutted after 3 minutes fucking her pussy. You were this close to repeating it, but this time you saved yourself at the last second.

After watching some festival performances of Kyujin, your cock is back up at full strength. "Come suck that cock," you tell her. "Oh my God, that cock is so wet," she smiles at you, pleased at the work her pussy had done to it, licking your shaft perfectly. For such an inexperienced girl, Kyujin was quite skilled.

You just sat on the chair and let Kyujin showcase her blowjob skills. She gripped your cock firmly, squeezing it with her soft young hands, then licked it a few times from the balls to the tip, giving special attention to your sperm sack, before going up and getting sloppy with the shaft.

"Oh my God," you groaned as Kyujin deepthroated your nine inches with ease. "You're so good," you say to her as she kisses your shaft. "No, you're so good; you've got such a nice cock; I'm in love with it," she tells you.

"I love licking that cock up and down," Kyujin smiles as she plays with your shaft; your tip grows even bigger as your cock is throbbing harder than ever as she kisses that very sensitive spot. After just surving her tight pussy, you have to endure another one of her tight teen holes trying to milk you dry as she bobs her head all over your shaft. That young slut is truly pushing you to the limit.

Kyujin doesn't spare an inch of your cock. Matter of fact, she wants more, diving down to eat your asshole. What are they putting in those 18-year-olds food? How are they already getting so slutty they are licking your old ass in the first encounter? You're really starting to embrace the suspicion that JYP idols are made in a lab and the new iterations of their software are sluttier than the previous ones.

But you can't complain. Her young tongue massaging your asshole truly feels like heaven, especially when she moves up to lick your balls as well. "You like that, Daddy?" she asks. But you can't answer, trying to cope with Kyujin's tongue in your anus and her hands caressing your shaft, pushing your foreskin up and down and making your tip pop up while rubbing against it, giving you a tingling feeling at each time. How did she learn how to edge a cock this fast?

Kyujin's magical tongue works all over your asshole, spitting on it and licking it. "I love putting that tongue in your ass, daddy," she tells you, diving deeper and deeper almost as if she were thursting inside it. Kyujin gets very sloppy, making the bottom of your crotch very wet. "So nasty and sloppy, Daddy," she tells you, slurping all over your balls and playing with your foreskin, pushing it as hard as she can using just her mouth.

Kyujin gives another crazy head-bobbing blowjob to your cock, finishing with a deepthroat and letting out a big smile. "I love your fat cock, daddy," she says, caressing your shaft and jerking it off, before more head-bobbing follows.

"You like how I stroke it with both my hands like this?" Kyujin asks you, and you just let your groans do the talking as she spits on your cock and keeps playing with your foreskin. Sucking, twisting, licking—everything that is possible she does with your shaft. She really wants that cock wet and ready for her tight fuckholes.

You finally interrupt Kyujin's fun, getting on your knees as you pin her body against the couch and kiss her, your cock rubbing against her navel as she keeps jerking it off. You reach under her skirt to play with her pussy, while diving your head to suck her perky young tits. "AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH," her moans grow louder. You kiss her neck and whisper dirty words to your ear. "I'm gonna fill your slutty body full of cum," you tell her.

Kyujin keeps moaning as her juices coat the carpet in your living room. "Oh fuck," she says as she lies her head on the couch and you keep sucking her tits, searching for her tight entrance. You finally put her on top of the couch and spread her legs, diving into her teen cunt.

"Oh yeah, taste that pussy, daddy," Kyujin demands as she closes her eyes and more moans come out of her mouth. "OH MY GOD," she screams as her legs close and you lick her folds like crazy, the hot air blowing from your nostrills and sniffing her core adding to the pleasure she's feeling in her clit. Her nipples get erect and her veins pop out as she slowly starts losing her breath, trying to resist your tongue doing to her pussy what hers just did to your cock.

"AH YEAHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHH," Kyujin's moans groan louder as she grabs your head and presses it further against her clit. "OH FUCK, OH YEAH," Kyujin keeps moaning as her thighs crush your head and press it further against her young pussy.

You can't resist anymore, surprising Kyujin by shoving your cock back in her tight pussy just as you kiss her. More moans come out of her mouth. "OH YEAH, OHHHHHHHHH," she says as you fuck her at a steady pace, kissing her beautiful face and wrapping your hands around her neck.

"Yesss, dadddy, that feels so good," Kyujin moans as she lifts her skirt further up and gives you a sexy smile. You fuck her even harder, massaging her bouncy tits as your thrusts go deeper and deeper. Kyujin's vocabulary now is reduced to just moaning and screaming and telling you how good you fuck her as your cock rests buried deep in her pussy.

"Pump that little tight teen pussy, daddy," Kyujin begs, spreading her legs completely in the couch now, giving you very easy access to her pink hole. You seize the opportunity and take repeated, hard thrusts deep inside it that hit her cervix. "OHHHHHH YESSSSSSS, OHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK," she screams as your balls smack her clit and you make her cum.

To avoid cumming now, you pull out of Kyujin's tight pussy, eating it out and enjoying the juices that are all over her folds, kissing and worshipping it before you surprise her by shoving your middle finger up her asshole, leading to a huge smile from her. "Am I a good girl, Daddy?" she asks you.

"You're such a naughty girl," you finally answer her, sticking your finger up her asshole. "OH FUCK, OH MY GOD," Kyujin screams as you finally show who the real experienced guy is, making her orgasm just with your hands.

You pull your finger out of Kyujin's butthole. "Dirty teen slut," you call her. "Yes, daddy, that's exactly what I am," she says as you pour more lube at her body. "My ass is so tight, Daddy," Kyujin then says.

"Then let's test how tight it is," you reply, lining up your tip against her virgin butthole. You make a hard effort to put it in but can barely push the tip inside, given how tight it is. Kyujin smiles, as she's about to get an unforgettable first anal experience.

"Oh my God, it's so fucking tight," Kyujin says. "My first time couldn't have been better," she continues. Your anaconda slowly disappears inside her anus; make her contort as she isn't adjusted to it. Even her finger-fisting couldn't help her. Your cock is just too large for her virgin orifice.

After reaching the maximum depth of her asshole, you go slow with Kyujin, giving her nice thrusts that only take half of your cock inside it. "Oh yeah," she moans. You play with her pussy, knowing that the first time can be really difficult, trying to ease her up and loosen up her tight teen hole.

Kyujin tries to moan, but you don't let her. "Shhhhhh," you say as you shove three of your fingers in her pussy. But she can't hold that for long. "AHHHHHHH," she explodes in more screams as you also use her pussy as a way to cope with the tightness of her asshole, trying as hard as possible not to fill it with cum.

You thurst your cock at Kyujin's asshole at the same pace you thursts your fingers in her cunt. "OH MY GODDDDDDD," she screams, grabbing her tits. You go faster, Kyujin just attempting to resist your stimulation. She obviously can't. "AHHHHHHHH," she screams again, dropping her head into one of the pillows on the couch.

"Do you like to fuck that tight ass, Daddy?" Kyujin asks as you commit all of your efforts to pound it, taking your fingers off her pussy. You groan and pant as her anal walls smash your big cock. "Finger that pussy for me," you demand of her. "Yes, daddy, OH FUCK," she screams just as she finishes the sentence and places her fingers in her clit.

Kyujin spreads her cheeks as she lets her asshole take the full shape of your cock. "Keep fucking me, just like that," she says, sticking her tongue out. Her ass is so tight you're forced to pull out after so many thursts, allowing yourself some time to breathe before you put it back in and teasing her little gapes of her formely virgin anus.

You take Kyujin by surprise, switching back to her pussy. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck both of my holes," she begs as you pound her already stretched out cunt like crazy before moving back in her ass and doing the same with it. "I love the way you switch back and forth, Daddy; you can't get enough of my tiny teen holes, can you?" she says.

"No, I can't," you say, going back in Kyujin's pink pussy and pounding it hard. "OH MY GOD, OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she screams, grabbing her tits to not let them bounce even further. Back in her ass you go, bringing her legs closer and stretching her hole out as Kyujin feels the heat of her guts being rearranged. "FUCK THAT ASS DADDY," she screams hard.

You finally pull out of Kyujin's holes and kiss her forehead. "Good girl," you compliment her. "Are you gonna let me taste my own ass, Daddy?" she asks. "Fuck yeah," you say. "Then please, fuck my face, Daddy," she replies.

You grab Kyujin's head, using her long hair as handlebars while you pound her pretty face. She rolls her eyes and gags all over your thorbbing shaft, as it proves to be too large for her throat when it fucks it at full speed. You enjoy Kyujin choking on your dick like a good whore, getting your cock perfectly wet for your next move.

"Stand up," you tell her, lying on the carpet. You fully push her skirt up and spank Kyujin's shiny ass, making her moan as she shakes it. You pour more lube on it. "Such nice fuckholes," you say, poking your thumb back inside her pussy to warm her up for more action.

"Do you like Daddy's cock back in your ass?" you ask her. "Oh yes," Kyujin says with a soft moan. "Then show me what you learned from your unnies and squat on that cock," you say.

Kyuhin adjusts your shaft as it slides back in her ass. She moves very slowly, trying to adjust to getting impaled by that massive pole. "Oh my God," she moans, still impressed with how big it is. "Keep going, baby, ride this cock like your life depends on it," you give her the incentive.

"There you go," you say as Kyujin increases her speed, her ass hitting your thighs as you start groaning. If the likes of Momo and Chaeryeong usually kill you by how fast they can bounce their big asses on your cock, Kyujin is slightly different, using the tightness of her butthole to her advantage to achieve similar results under a slower ride.

"Oh fuck, does daddy want to cum deep in that ass?" Kyujin slows down as she senses you're losing it. "That's amazing," you whisper. Kyujin just enjoys your cock going in and out of her, resuming her bounce by going faster than ever, trying to go for the kill.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," you're now the one moaning as Kyujin quickly learns how to ride a big cock. "You like watching that tight ass going up and down that cock, daddy?" Kyujin asks as she pushes you to the edge. "So good, so good," you whisper, holding your breath not to cum.

"Bend over, you teen slut," you tell Kyujin, regaining control of the situation and shoving your cock back in her ass. This time you didn't hold back. Now you knew Kyujin could take it like a champion in the ass; it didn't matter if it was just her first time.

Kyujin struggled as your cock hit her fast and deep, fingering her pussy and resting her head on the couch to resist your increasingly harder thrusts in her asshole. "Keep fucking my ass, daddy, AHHHHHH," she moaned. These words only made you go faster, grabbing her waist and getting your cock deeper and deeper in her ass.

"YES, YES, YES, YES," Kyujin rapdly screamed. You groped her tits and pounded her like an animal. "Face down ass up," you ordered to her, stretching her butthole to the fullest and pumping it nonstop. "You stretch my ass so fucking good, Daddy," she says.

"Turn around and suck my cock again," you tell Kyujin as you pop out of her asshole and lie on the floor. She eagerly takes your cock in her mouth, tasting her ass to the fullest and enjoying spitting on your tip. You kiss her, ready to test her in one final challenge as she keeps her hands jerking your cock off.

"Sit on my cock, slut," you tell her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you lie on the couch, pulling Kyujin's body on top of yours. If there is one sex position every dancer needs to master, it's the one you're about to teach her: the full nelson.

Kyujin mounts on your cock, but she doesn't even have time to react; you just spread her legs as hard as you can up in the air and take control of thrusting in her asshole from the start, turning her into an anal fleshlight. Kyujin is now just a passenger of your ride to pleasure as you destroy her once virgin ass to the fullest.

"OH MY GODDDDDDDD," Kyujin screams as your balls pound hard against her cheeks. She fingers herself, trying to deal with such a barage of thursts. You're only a couple years from turning 50, but this is your best form yet. "OH YEAH, AHHHHH," she keeps screaming as you show no signs of slowing down.

"I love that big fat white cock in my tiny little Asian asshole; you fuck me so deep and hard, Daddy," Kyujin says. "Fuck me like a whore; keep fucking me; make me a dirty little teen whore," she continues.

Her words drive you mad. At first, you wanted to leave your mark in her formerly virgin asshole, but seeing her say those dirty words changed your plans as you switched your cock back into her cunt. "Oh, put it back in my pussy; I want you to fill me up real good, Daddy," Kyujin says as she watches you move your shaft inside her babyhole.

"Fill that tight little Asian pussy with your big white cock cum, fucking give to me, empty your balls for, YES, PLEASE, CUM INSIDE ME, DADDY," Kyujin begs. You pump her pussy hard until your cock can't resist anymore, pulsating multiple times inside her teen pussy. "You filled up that tight little pussy so good, Daddy," Kyujin says with a big smile in her face as your cum oozes out of her vagina, Kyujin quickly scooping it up to taste it.

"Now I'm a real, real, naughty girl, full of daddy's cum," Kyujin says. "It's so sticky," she says, putting her tongue out and showing off your semen in her mouth.

Kyujin kisses your big white cock for one last time, licking the remnants of cum that stood in there and putting her schoolgirl outfit back on. "That was so good, Daddy; I can't wait for the next time. I'll tell my unnies to come join me, and we're gonna compete to see who can milk this big fat white cock the hardest," she says, going back to her dorms to share the experience with her groupmates.

Haewon is the first to ask her about it once she is back at the dorm.

"So how was it?" she says.

"You weren't lying, unnie; he's amazing, no wonder all the girls at the company are so whipped for his cock," Kyujin says.

"We want to be there next time; he fucked our asses so good," Sullyoon and Bae come off and say it to her.

"You're all welcome; I promised him next time it's going to be all of us," Kyujin says.

"Game on, let's see who's gonna make his cock cum the hardest," Lily and Jiwoo say. "Absolutely," Kyujin finishes, already thinking about the next round.

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A Step too Far

Kinkvember Day 9: Spanking

NMIXX Jang Kyujin x Male reader

AN: I woke up with a bit of a fever today, so I’m not quite at full power. But I’m still here and determined to keep the daily challenge going! Today's story might be a touch softer than usual and a little lighter on the smut.💖

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Ugh, what’s taking him so long?

Kyujin lingered in the doorway of the garage, the warmth of the late afternoon sun pouring in around her, casting a golden halo that softened the edges of the worn tools and scattered equipment. Her gaze was steady, focused on you, as you worked intently on your motorcycle. With each turn of a bolt, each slight adjustment, you were lost in the world of mechanics, your concentration so intense that it seemed like she barely existed in your orbit.

You hadn’t noticed her yet. She leaned against the doorframe, an amused smile dancing on her lips as she bit down gently, trying to quell the impatience stirring within her. There was something maddeningly captivating about the way you worked—the steady rhythm of clinks and clanks filling the air, mingled with the occasional soft grunt of effort. These sounds formed a backdrop that only made her want you more, made her want to break your focus and pull you back to her.

Her gaze traveled over you, lingering on the way the muscles in your back flexed beneath the thin layer of your shirt, which was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. You were deeply focused, your shoulders steady as you leaned over the bike, hands skilled and precise as they moved from tool to tool. The heady scent of engine oil, gasoline, and the lingering sweetness of summer mixed in the small, enclosed space, filling her senses. It heightened everything, amplifying the awareness she had of each moment she spent watching you.

She admired your dedication, the way you could immerse yourself completely in whatever you were working on. Normally, that focus of yours was endearing, even impressive. But right now? It was a problem. She wanted your attention—needed it, actually—and the longer she stood there waiting, the more that need intensified.

Finally, she stepped further into the garage, clearing her throat softly as she called out to you, a playful lilt in her voice. “Oppaaaa, you’ve been working all daaaaay! Don’t you want a break? Spend some time with me?”

Her words filled the small space, but you barely responded, your gaze never lifting from the bike. “Almost done, Jagiya,” you murmured absently, your voice calm but distant, as if you’d hardly heard her.

Kyujin’s lips pressed into a thin line as her gaze sharpened. Almost done? You’d been telling her that for hours now, ever since you had set to work, each part needing a new adjustment, each bolt requiring the perfect amount of torque. She shifted her weight, her arms crossing over her chest as a pout began to form. Didn’t you realize she’d been waiting for you this whole time? That she was here, right now, needing you?

Taking a deep breath, she tried again, softening her voice, her tone now dripping with sweetness and affection as she cooed, “Come oooonnn, I need attention, Oppa,” her voice slipping into a soft, playful whine. “You’ve been ignoring me all day… don’t you miss me?”

There was a pause, and she thought maybe—just maybe—her words had reached you this time. But you simply hummed, nodding slightly as you replied, “I do, honey, but I need to finish this. Be patient, okay?” Your hands moved over the bike in smooth, practiced motions, your attention locked entirely on the work before you.

Her heart fell just a bit, frustration mingling with the ache of longing. Patient? She had been more than patient—she’d been watching you in silence, waiting, the entire day. She wanted you, here and now, and your request for more patience felt like a brush-off. A spark of mischief flared within her, and she felt a grin slowly forming on her lips. If you weren’t going to give her your attention willingly, maybe she’d have to take matters into her own hands.

Let’s see how much patience you really have, she thought, her gaze flicking over to the light switch on the wall beside her. You were still completely engrossed in your task, seemingly oblivious to her scheming, to the slight excitement building in her chest.

With one quick flick, she plunged the garage into darkness, watching as the warm glow of the sun instantly vanished, leaving only shadows. A soft, mischievous giggle escaped her lips as she quickly flicked the lights back on, peeking at you to catch your reaction.

Your hands froze mid-action, and your shoulders tensed slightly, but you didn’t turn around. “Honey…” Your voice was low, carrying a gentle warning that felt almost half hearted, as if you were trying to keep the focus despite her interruption.

Kyujin’s pulse quickened at the thrill of pushing you, her amusement growing as she watched you try to maintain composure. She loved testing your boundaries, nudging you until you broke from that perfect focus. And so far? You hadn’t even turned to look at her.

Alright, a wicked grin forming on her lips as she reached for the light switch again. This time, she flicked it off and let the darkness linger a bit longer, relishing the silence and the tension before snapping the lights back on. Her laughter bubbled up, louder this time, spilling into the quiet garage.

A sigh escaped you, deeper and more audible, and she watched the way your hand tightened around the wrench, your posture just a bit stiffer. “Jagiya, I’m serious,” you said, your tone firmer but not without a hint of exasperation. You still hadn’t turned around. “Don’t push me today. I need to finish this so I can get to work on Monday.”

She smirked, biting back another laugh, hearing the tension weaving its way into your voice. You were trying so hard to stay calm, so hard to keep focused on the bike, but she could see the tiny cracks forming. And the thrill of it—the way she could unravel you bit by bit—made her heart beat faster. Her gaze drifted over to your workbench, where your tools lay neatly arranged, each one in its place. An idea sparked within her, her fingers twitching with anticipation.

Her eyes landed on a small wrench at the edge of the workbench, one you’d no doubt reach for soon. Smiling slyly, she slid over to the bench, reaching out with light fingers as she gently picked up the wrench, hiding it behind her back. She moved closer, standing only a foot away from you, her heart pounding as she waited for you to notice.

And then, after a few more focused adjustments, she saw you extend your hand toward the spot where the wrench was supposed to be. Your fingers met only air, and she watched your hand hover there for a moment, realization dawning in your posture as you froze. Slowly, you turned, your eyes narrowing slightly as you finally met her gaze.

Kyujin widened her eyes in mock innocence, her lips parted just enough to suggest she knew absolutely nothing about what had happened to the wrench. The stolen tool was hidden behind her back, her fingers wrapped around it with barely contained excitement.

“Where is it?” you asked, voice calm but with an edge of authority, your eyes scrutinizing her expression.

Her heart raced, her pulse thrumming with the thrill of teasing you. Flashing her best innocent smile, she replied, “Where’s what? What are you talking about?”

You straightened up, wiping your hands on a rag as you leveled her with a steady look. “Baby,” you said, your voice lower now, laced with a quiet but unmistakable warning. “I know you. Give it back.”

Her grin widened as she felt the tension rise between you. This was her favorite moment—the way she could push you, the way you allowed her to dance right at the edge of your patience. She loved seeing that intensity flash in your eyes, knowing she had pulled you out of that work trance you always fell into. That was her magic, the power to unravel you, to bring you back to her.

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied sweetly, feigning innocence as she took a small step back, keeping the wrench hidden behind her back.

Your expression shifted, a hint of frustration flickering in your gaze as you let out a slow, controlled breath. “I’m not in the mood for this,” you replied, your tone dipping to something serious, each word carrying weight. “This is your last chance. Show me what’s behind your back.”

The thrill in her chest intensified, the playful glint in her eyes sparking even brighter. She loved this—the anticipation, the way your patience was slipping, how your usual calm was fraying ever so slightly. Smiling, she took a single step forward, her movements slow and deliberate as she leaned in, raising her arm ever so slightly to reveal the wrench, but still keeping it just out of your reach.

With a challenging gaze, she murmured, “Oh, this? You need this, don’t you?” Her voice was soft, teasing, pushing you just a little more, daring you to take it from her.

The serious look in your eyes sent a shiver down Kyujin's spine, though it did nothing to deter her; instead, it only made her pulse race faster. She had you right on the edge, that threshold she loved to push past. The thrill bubbled up inside her, electric and relentless, as she took a small, teasing step back, widening her smile in silent challenge.

Come on, heart racing as she looked up at you, her gaze mischievous, what are you going to do?

You held her gaze, jaw clenching just enough for her to see your patience slipping. Taking a step forward, you spoke slowly, a deadly calm in your tone that sent a thrill down her spine. “I’m going to count to three,” you said, your voice dangerously level, each word firm and steady. “And if you don’t hand it over by then, you’re going to regret it.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, echoing like a drumbeat as she bit her lip, clutching the wrench tighter behind her back. This was the moment she’d been waiting for, the moment where your resolve would break and she’d finally see you snap. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, anticipation building like a thunderstorm. Her breaths came faster, excitement mingling with a tinge of apprehension. You were so close to breaking—so close.

“One…” you started, your gaze locked on hers, unwavering.

Her pulse quickened, breath catching as her mind raced, weighing whether to push just a little further. She felt the rush of adrenaline surging through her veins as she watched you, waiting, her heartbeat a dizzying tempo in her ears. Not yet, she thought, barely holding back a grin. Just a little more.

“Two…” The tone in your voice darkened, the tension thick enough that she felt it pressing down on her, making her body tingle with both anticipation and thrill.

Her stomach flipped as her body responded to the weight of the moment, an exhilarating thrill sparking through her as she kept her grip firm on the wrench. She wanted to see just how far she could go, to push you to the very edge before—

“Thr—”

“Okay, okay!” Kyujin laughed, pulling the wrench out from behind her back, her eyes gleaming as she flashed you a cheeky grin. “Here, happy?”

You took the wrench from her hand, your expression hard to read as you inspected it briefly. Your jaw clenched as you placed it back on the workbench with a bit more force than usual, the sound echoing through the garage. She watched you, her heart still racing, her body buzzing from the thrill of the game. She’d pushed you, teased you—but it wasn’t quite enough. She could see it in your expression: you were close, yet still holding on, your self-control just barely intact.

What will it take to finally push him over the edge?

Her gaze drifted back to the workbench, and her eyes landed on an older, more worn-looking wrench lying near the edge. Unlike the others, this one seemed different, cared for and used over the years. Curiosity pulled her in, and before she realized what she was doing, she reached out, her fingers closing around it. The metal felt cool and heavy, its weight more substantial than the others. She spun it absentmindedly between her fingers, the texture rough against her skin, as she continued to watch you, her mind still caught up in the thrill of pushing you to your limits.

Then, before she could register what was happening, the wrench slipped from her fingers.

Clank.

The metallic sound rang out sharply, filling the silence of the garage as it bounced against the hard floor. Her eyes widened in horror, her gaze shooting downward to the wrench lying at her feet. A small chip had broken off the side, the tiny piece of metal sitting on the floor beside it.

Her heart sank.

Oh no…

You went completely still, your entire posture rigid. Slowly, with an almost terrifying calm, you turned to look at her, your eyes narrowing as they landed on the damaged wrench at her feet. The weight of your gaze made her stomach drop, the realization settling heavily within her. This time, she knew she’d gone too far.

“Kyujin…” you said, voice low and controlled, a chill in your tone that made her chest tighten. You didn’t call her Jagiya now, not with the usual affection. The use of her name sent a clear message—this wasn’t a game anymore.

“I… I didn’t mean to…” she stammered, her voice trembling as her mind scrambled for words. “I didn’t know—”

You knelt down, picking up the chipped wrench with careful hands, your expression hardening as you turned it over, inspecting the damage with a cold, quiet intensity. “This was my dad’s,” you said, voice tight, each word laced with restrained emotion. “One of the few things I have left from him. And now it’s chipped because you couldn’t stop being a brat.”

The words struck her hard, guilt flooding her as the weight of what she’d done settled in. She hadn’t known how much this wrench meant to you, hadn’t realized the sentimental value it held. “Oppa, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “I didn’t mean to chip it… I didn’t know”

You cut her off with a steady, disappointed look. “I warned you,” you said, your voice flat but brimming with frustration. “I gave you all these chances, and you didn’t listen. You wanted my attention so badly? Well, now you have it.”

Before she could react, you reached out, your hand firm yet gentle as you took her wrist, guiding her toward the low bench in the corner of the garage. Her heart raced, a blend of apprehension and regret flooding her as you sat down and pulled her gently but firmly across your lap. She felt the reality of the situation settling in—she’d crossed the line, and now she was about to face the consequences.

“Oppa please, I’m sorry…” she whimpered softly, her voice fragile, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Sorry,” you replied, your tone unyielding, “that’s always what you say after you’ve gone too far. But this time, sorry isn’t enough.” With one smooth motion, you lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing her, and tugged her cute pink printed panties down to her thighs, leaving her bare and vulnerable. She squirmed slightly, but your hand pressed firmly against her lower back, holding her in place as her heart hammered in her chest. “You need to learn your lesson.”

Kyujin lay across your lap, the weight of your words sinking in as guilt and anticipation mixed within her. The lighthearted playfulness from before had vanished, replaced by a sobering awareness of just how far she had pushed you. Each breath felt heavy as she lay there, exposed and vulnerable, her mind spinning as she finally realized the full extent of what she had done.

“I… I really am sorry,” she murmured, her voice small, each word filled with remorse as she lay still, her heart racing.

Your voice was steady, firm, with a touch of kindness beneath it that somehow both reassured and unsettled her. “How many spanks do you think you deserve?” you asked, your tone calm, yet carrying an edge that made her pulse quicken.

Kyujin’s breath hitched as she considered your question, her mind a swirl of emotions. Her cheeks flushed deeply with both embarrassment and anxiety as the silence stretched between you, heightening the tension in the room. She swallowed, looking down, and then whispered, “T-Ten?” Her voice was small, uncertain, as she glanced at you, silently hoping that her answer might soften your resolve.

But you shook your head slowly, letting out a low chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine. “Too low,” you replied, your tone almost teasing, yet leaving no room for negotiation. “Let’s double it. You deserve twenty, and you’re going to count every single one.”

The words settled over her, heavy and electrifying, as anticipation twisted her stomach into tight knots. Twenty. Her breaths came quicker, an intoxicating mix of apprehension and excitement building within her. The gravity of what lay ahead sank in, yet beneath the tension, a thrill pulsed through her, unmistakable and undeniable.

Without further preamble, you delivered the first spank—a sharp, stinging impact that shot through her like a lightning bolt. The suddenness of it stole her breath, and the hot sting radiated through her cheeks, the heat blooming beneath your hand. “O-One,” she gasped, her voice shaky, each syllable carrying the echo of the slap that lingered on her skin, flooding her senses.

You didn’t hesitate, bringing down a second spank, harder than the first. “Two,” she whimpered, the sting intensifying, an electric heat that made her squirm involuntarily, her body’s reaction beyond her control. The pain built, sharpened, sending a fiery ache through her, a throbbing warmth settling deep within her.

Another spank landed, this time on her opposite cheek, sending a fresh wave of stinging heat through her body. “T-Three… I’m sorry” she breathed out, her heart racing as the sensation spread, igniting her nerves. Her apology came almost on instinct, the words spilling from her lips as the intensity left her more vulnerable with each passing second.

The rhythm continued, a steady and unyielding cadence that grew with each strike, each spank bringing her closer to the edge. As she counted up to “Ten,” her voice came in breathless gasps, each number growing softer as her body arched against the sting, a mixture of pain and something more primal beginning to settle within her. The sensations blurred, the pain mingling with a strange sense of exhilaration, her breaths quick and shallow as her skin flushed hot.

With each spank, her awareness sharpened, the heat between her legs building in a slow, undeniable ache that surprised her. By the time she reached “Fifteen,” her body trembled with need, her entire being caught in the edge of pain and an unexpected, growing desire. Each strike seemed to deepen the ache within her, intensifying until it was impossible to ignore.

“Eighteen,” Kyujin whimpered, her voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and something deeper as her body tensed under your hand. The ache between her thighs was undeniable, and the warmth on her reddened skin only seemed to amplify it. She lay folded across your lap, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts, as she bit her lip, trying to steady herself.

You let your hand linger, hovering above her flushed cheeks as you shifted, drawing out the anticipation. Then, with a teasing touch, you let your fingers brush over her core, feeling the warmth radiating from her. Kyujin’s breath hitched as your fingers skimmed over her wetness, and you murmured softly, “You’re soaked. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

A wave of embarrassment washed over her, her cheeks turning crimson as she shifted under your hand. She swallowed, then whispered, “Please… can you touch me?” Her voice was soft, almost pleading.

You raised an eyebrow, considering her carefully before giving her an answer. “Only if you can handle five more,” you replied, your tone both calm and challenging.

Kyujin hesitated, her body tensing as she considered, but the need inside her was too strong to resist. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes… I can take it.”

Without further delay, you delivered the nineteenth spank, the sharp sound filling the room as her body arched forward with a soft gasp. She whispered the number under her breath, her voice quivering as she counted, bracing herself. Each smack that followed left her trembling, her grip on the edge of the chair tightening.

“Twenty,” she breathed, her voice almost breaking as she melted into the sensation. You allowed your hand to linger, gently tracing along her tender skin, before resuming with a steady, controlled pace. Her body rocked slightly with each spank, her soft gasps punctuating the silence.

You allowed a momentary caress, just enough to keep her yearning, then raised your hand once more. “Twenty-one,” you counted, your hand connecting with her skin as her body jerked forward. Her breath hitched, the sensation sending a fresh wave of need through her.

“twenty-three…” Each word grew softer, her voice barely above a whisper, her resolve melting under your unrelenting touch.

When the final count, “Twenty-five,” fell from her lips, her body seemed to go limp, her breathing uneven as she lay across your lap, completely vulnerable. You gave her a moment, letting the silence stretch as she caught her breath, her muscles slowly relaxing.

Then, as she lay there, she looked back over her shoulder, her voice soft. “I… I’m sorry about the wrench,” she murmured, her tone filled with genuine regret. “I didn’t know it was so important.” She hesitated, her cheeks flushed as the regret in her voice was unmistakable.

Instead of answering, you slipped one finger along her folds, feeling her warmth and wetness as you pressed forward gently. Kyujin gasped, her hips instinctively pressing back into your touch. You maintained a steady, gentle rhythm, letting her feel every deliberate stroke as her body began to respond. Her breaths came in soft, shallow pants, and her fingers clutched at your leg, anchoring herself.

“Oh… ah…” she gasped softly, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Thank you…” Her body pressed back to meet each slow movement, her hips shifting as you continued, each gentle thrust pulling her deeper into the moment. You could feel her relax and tense with each stroke, her body melting into the rhythm you set.

As her breaths turned into soft, needy moans, you kept up the slow, careful pace, her body responding to each precise movement. Her hips rocked gently, each motion matching your touch as she surrendered completely to the feeling. You could feel her grip tighten on your thigh, her fingers digging in as her voice turned to soft, breathy whispers. “Please… don’t stop,” she whimpered, her words almost lost in her shallow breathing.

After a few minutes, you introduced a second finger, pressing deeper as her body adjusted. Her response was immediate—a soft, broken cry escaped her as her hips shifted instinctively, her body fully giving in. “Oh…” she gasped, her voice raw with desire as you pressed further, finding a slow, steady rhythm that matched her every breath. She melted into each careful thrust, her breaths growing louder as her hands clung tightly to your leg, her body rocking over your lap with each deliberate movement.

“Ah… yes…” she moaned, her voice breathless as she matched your pace, her hips moving in perfect sync. Her body seemed to come alive, every small movement intensifying the need building inside her. You maintained a calm, unhurried rhythm, drawing her closer and closer, her breathing quickening as her moans turned to desperate, trembling whimpers.

Sensing she was on the edge, you leaned down, your voice soft near her ear. “Hold on to me,” you murmured, letting her know she could fully let go. Her grip tightened around your thigh, her body tensing as she clung to you, her muscles tight with anticipation.

Then, as she reached her breaking point, you gave her a quick smack across her tender cheek, the jolt making her gasp, her body shuddering in response. Without pausing, you gave a gentle but firm pinch to her clit, increasing the intensity as you delivered one last, firm smack.

Kyujin’s entire body arched as the climax overtook her, a raw, breathless scream escaping her lips as the waves of release washed over her. She quivered uncontrollably, her legs shaking as she rode the intensity, her fingers clinging to your thigh with a fierce grip, holding on as the pleasure pulsed through her, her voice breaking into soft, gasping cries. Her entire body shuddered, each wave leaving her breathless until, finally, she collapsed, her body going slack as the sensations ebbed.

With a gentleness that surprised her, you began to caress her tender cheeks, ��Such a good girl” you coo, the words soft and affectionate with your touch soothing the ache as you carefully pulled her panties back up and lifted her off your lap. Her legs were shaky, her body still buzzing with need, as she clung to you, her head nestled against your shoulder as you led her slowly to the bedroom.

Once there, you laid her down carefully on her stomach, your hands supporting her as her heart rate slowly began to settle. You lifted her skirt again, her breath catching as she felt the cool air against her heated skin, a shiver running through her at the sharp contrast. She tensed, expecting another touch, another swat, but instead, your hand rested softly on her back, grounding her.

You leaned down, your lips trailing soft, featherlight kisses along her red, sensitive skin, each touch a gentle balm for the stinging heat that lingered. Slowly, you pressed tender kisses across her cheeks, each one a silent apology, a reassurance for the discomfort she had felt. Your lips moved down, tracing over her thighs, lingering where her skin was still warm, before trailing up along her back, leaving a path of warmth that melted away the ache. As you reached her neck, you pressed a gentle kiss, pausing there as if grounding her with your presence.

Kyujin shivered beneath your touch, her breath catching with each kiss as she felt you move over her. The warmth of your kisses soothed her, easing away the ache that had built in her body. Though the arousal still simmered within her, your touch began to calm the frustration she’d felt, replacing it with a comforting warmth. Each kiss seemed to melt away the remaining tension, coaxing her into a soft, quiet relief.

You pulled back slightly, your voice a low murmur as you said, “I’ll be right back,” and moved to stand. But as you took a step, Kyujin’s hand reached out, her fingers clutching softly, almost desperately, at your arm. “Wait, stop,” she whispered, her voice fragile, a hint of fear threading through her words. “Please don’t go…”

You turned back instantly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, the warmth of your lips a gentle reassurance. “I’ll be right back, baby,” you murmured softly. “Just getting the lotion.”

Kyujin nodded slowly, her fingers relaxing as you spoke, feeling a warmth spread through her at hearing you call her “baby” again. It softened her, brought her back to a sense of comfort, and she watched you leave the room, her heart still racing but now pulsing with a softer, calmer beat.

When you returned, you settled beside her, pouring a small amount of lotion into your hands and rubbing them together to warm it before reaching toward her. As your hands gently applied the lotion to her sore cheeks, she felt an initial sting, the cool lotion biting against her heated skin, but it quickly shifted to relief. She let out a soft sigh as you carefully massaged the lotion into her, your hands moving in slow, tender circles that soothed and relaxed her.

With every stroke of your fingers against her skin, she felt herself melting deeper into the bed, the lingering tension and ache gradually easing away as you continued to massage her cheeks with thoughtful care. Your touch was tender, each movement slow and purposeful, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink fully into the moment, the warmth of your hands grounding her. Her body relaxed, the warmth of your hands dissipating the residual sting as she sighed softly, her entire being unwinding under your touch.

When you finished, you lay down beside her, gathering her into your arms and pulling her close. She nestled against you, her head resting on your chest, her legs entwined with yours, the comfort of your embrace replacing the lingering soreness with a deep sense of peace. The warmth of your body against hers soothed her, your presence surrounding her like a protective shield that let her finally relax.

“Oppa, I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she looked up at you, eyes full of sincerity. “I wasn’t thinking... I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You kissed the top of her head gently, letting your hand stroke through her hair with a reassuring touch. “I know, Jagiya,” you murmured softly, each word brimming with understanding. “It’s okay. I forgave you. We’re done with that now.”

She blinked, her eyes beginning to tear up, the weight of guilt still heavy in her chest. “But… it was your dad’s,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she thought of how much that wrench had meant to you. “I’m so, so sorry…”

Noticing the tears pooling in her eyes, you gently cupped her face, your thumb brushing away the tears as they fell, each touch soft and full of care. “Shh, baby,” you whispered, pressing a series of gentle kisses across her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips. “It’s okay, don’t beat yourself up over it, okay? I know you didn’t mean it.”

Kyujin took a shaky breath, feeling the tightness of guilt in her chest slowly ease as your comforting words settled over her. She nuzzled closer, burying her face against your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered, her voice soft and brimming with affection, each word carrying the relief that your forgiveness had brought her.

You wrapped your arms around her tighter, your voice a soothing murmur as you replied, “No matter what happens, I’ll always take care of you.” You let your hands stroke down her back, your gentle embrace surrounding her, creating a space of warmth and safety.

They lay there together, wrapped in a quiet intimacy that soothed every frayed edge of the evening. The tension and pain faded away, replaced by the comfort of your presence, the feel of your warmth wrapping around her. Exhaustion crept up slowly, the weight of the day settling over her as her eyes grew heavy, her breathing slowing as she felt your steady heartbeat beneath her. Gradually, she drifted off to sleep in your arms, feeling safe, loved, and completely forgiven, a peaceful smile softening her features as she relaxed fully into your embrace.

The next morning, Kyujin awoke to the soft light of dawn streaming gently through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. She stirred slowly, feeling the tender throb that lingered as a soft reminder of the night before. Every small movement brought an ache, but the warmth and comfort of knowing things were right between them filled her with peace.

Turning carefully, she found herself face-to-face with you, your arm still wrapped around her waist. You were fast asleep, chest rising and falling steadily, each breath soft against her skin. She gazed at you, her face softened in the peaceful quiet of sleep, and a gentle smile tugged at her lips. Brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, she leaned in, pressing a tiny, featherlight kiss there.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, feeling her heart flutter. Then, barely resisting a giggle, she leaned in again, pressing another soft kiss to your cheek, nose and another just above your brow. Each kiss was a gentle attempt to wake, a playful way of pulling you from your dreams.

After a moment, you feel Kyujin's soft kisses, feather-light on your face, and slowly your eyes flutter open. A warm, sleepy smile forms on your lips as you take her in, a quiet chuckle escaping you. “Good morning,” you murmur, your voice husky with sleep, gaze full of affection as you look at her.

Kyujin beams, pleased with herself, a sparkle of delight in her eyes. “Good morning,” she whispers back, snuggling closer to you, her warmth melting into yours as you instinctively tighten your arm around her, pulling her even closer.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep as you gently hold Kyujin close.

She winces slightly as she stretches, the soreness from the night before apparent, but she meets your gaze, her voice soft. “Sore… but okay.”

A quiet chuckle escapes you as you pull her close to your chest. “You were brave last night,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

Your words bring a warm glow to her cheeks, and you feel her nuzzle even closer, a sense of safety and love filling the quiet space between you. But as you start to sit up, she lets out a small sound of discomfort, instinctively reaching out, her fingers grasping onto you.

“Don’t leave…” she mumbles, her voice soft, as she clings to you, making it clear she wants to stay close.

You laugh gently, lifting her effortlessly into your arms and holding her tight. You kiss the top of her head, your hand stroking her back in slow, soothing motions. “Alright, baby,” you say, a playful note in your voice, “how about we make breakfast together?”

Her legs wrap around your waist, her arms resting around your shoulders as you carry her out of bed. She sighs softly, contented, her head settling on your shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen. Once there, you try to set her down on a chair, but her grip tightens, and she shakes her head with a soft, stubborn whine.

“C’mon, baby,” you tease, smiling as you glance down at her. “I have to make breakfast.”

“Stay with me,” she murmurs, pressing closer, unwilling to let go.

You chuckle warmly, giving in as you move around the kitchen, her arms still wrapped around you. “Toast or cereal?” you ask, looking down with a smile.

“Toast, please,” she replies, shifting slightly and wincing as she adjusts to the soreness.

You slide two slices of bread into the toaster, then wrap your arms around her waist, holding her close. Your hands move in soothing circles along her back, slipping down to massage her gently. She lets out a quiet whimper, relaxing into you and wrapping her arms more snugly around your neck.

She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then trails another along your jawline, her lips brushing against your skin with a warmth that lingers. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispers, her voice full of warmth.

You soften, meeting her gaze with affection before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Always, my love,” you murmur. “It’s my favorite thing to do.”

A smile lights her face as she rests her head on your shoulder, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along your neck and through your hair. When the toast pops, you quickly butter each slice and hand one to her. She takes a bite, savoring the warmth as she stays nestled against you. Every so often, she leans in to press a kiss to your cheek or nuzzle your neck, her soft smile matching yours as you share the quiet moment.

You chuckle, rubbing slow, comforting circles on her back as you tease, “You’re clingy this morning.”

She giggles, taking another bite before leaning in again to kiss your cheek. “I just don’t want you to leave,” she whispers playfully, her voice soft.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as you hold her close, the warmth between you as comforting as the morning light filtering in around you.

After breakfast, you stand up from your chair with Kyujin still in your arms. You begin carrying her to the bathroom as she nestles against you, her head resting gently on your shoulder. Inside, you set her down and start the bath, testing the temperature until it’s perfectly warm—just right to ease the ache in her muscles. You glance over at her, meeting her eyes as you begin to help her undress, your touch lingering on each piece, slow and gentle. She watches you quietly, her gaze soft but thoughtful, as if there’s something she’s been holding back.

Once she’s undressed, you guide her into the bath, lowering her carefully into the warm water. She releases a sigh, her body sinking into the soothing heat. The calm stillness in the room is almost palpable, broken only by the occasional gentle splash of water as you pour a cup over her shoulders, letting it cascade down her back. She stays quiet, watching you intently, and you notice the slight crease in her brow, the way her lips press together as if deep in thought. With each tender motion, you sense her hesitation growing, as if she’s contemplating something she’s not quite ready to voice.

You reach for the shampoo, pouring a small amount into your hands and working it into her hair, your fingers moving in slow, comforting circles along her scalp. Kyujin’s eyes close, and she leans into your touch, each gentle press of your fingertips lulling her into relaxation. But still, that quiet tension lingers in the way she holds herself, a shadow that hasn’t fully eased.

As you massage the shampoo through her hair, her breaths deepen, but she doesn’t speak, her expression softening and her shoulders relaxing under your hands. You lean over, dipping the cup into the water and preparing to rinse, but you can’t ignore the way her eyes flicker, as if a weight is pressing on her heart.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a murmur, your hands still gentle in her hair.

She hesitates, her lashes fluttering before she looks away, her voice almost a whisper. “I… I feel like you forgave me too soon.”

You pause, the water warm against your hands as you take in her words. She glances down, her expression clouded, her fingers tracing the water’s surface as if searching for the right way to explain. “I was careless. I didn’t think… about what the wrench could mean to you,” she murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “I really didn't mean to Opaa...”

Your hands rest in her hair for a beat, then slowly you tip her chin up with gentle fingers, meeting her gaze. “Jagiya” you murmur, your eyes soft, “I forgave you because I know it was a mistake. You didn’t mean to hurt me, and you regret it. That’s all that matters to me.”

She looks away, her cheeks warming under your gaze, guilt flickering across her features. “But it was important to you,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “I should have been more careful… You deserved more time to be mad. I just… don’t want to hurt you again.”

With the cup still in hand, you brush your thumb over her cheek, letting her feel the warmth of your touch as you cradle her face. “We all make mistakes, Jagiya,” you say gently, your voice a steady reassurance. “You’ve already shown me how much you care. That’s all I need to know.”

Her eyes well up as she leans into your touch, her shoulders easing as if a weight has finally lifted. She looks at you, her voice breaking softly. “Thank you for being so patient with me… even when I don’t deserve it.”

You smile softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. As you continue rinsing the shampoo from her hair, you press a tender kiss to her forehead, letting her know, without words, that she’s understood and forgiven.

“You deserve all the care I can give,” you murmur, your voice filled with quiet reassurance. You rest your hand on her cheek, brushing a thumb along her damp skin, letting her feel the warmth and steadiness in your touch. Her eyes close, leaning into the comfort you offer, each gentle stroke dispelling her lingering worries. As you rinse the last of the shampoo from her hair, her expression softens, tension melting away as she takes a deep, steadying breath.

In that moment, you hold her gaze, letting her see the depth of your patience and the unreserved love reflected there. The weight she’d been carrying seems to dissolve, replaced by a sense of safety and acceptance that surrounds her like the warmth of the bath. She reaches up, placing her hand over yours, and as you stay there, quiet and close, she knows, fully, that she is forgiven and loved beyond measure.

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hobby1008 · 6 months ago

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Secret relationship

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

kyujin x m reader

Tags: anal creampie,anal

You were happily married with your lovely wife.

A married life that others always envied..

Before she appeared,

Your wife's younger sister moved to Seoul for a new job, and she stayed with us until she found a house.

You tried not to pay attention to her, but your efforts were meaningless. She was so beautiful, sexy, and lovely when you met her while living in the same house.

She was more beautiful than your wife's appearance and body, and it made your cock tremble.

You tried hard to shake off these impure thoughts. You spent quality time with your wife, or when all the sisters were asleep. You went to her bedroom and masturbated using her as a source of nourishment.

But those methods only made you crave her more, and you wanted her more. Then, your wife happened to go on a business trip, and you had a chance to be alone with her.

You decided to put your plan into action without delay. We were eating like usual and sitting on the sofa watching TV, No, you were watching her, not TV.

Her beautiful face, her body up close, it was even more crazy, and your cock was shaking.

Then she suddenly leaned on your shoulder and looked up at you and said, “Oppa, it’s embarrassing to stare at me like that.” You were surprised at her words for a moment, but when you saw her expression, you started to get even more excited.

She looked up at you as if she knew everything. Her expression was the same as yours. A look full of lust, wanting you. You couldn’t help but kiss her when you saw her expression.

You started kissing her, caressing her cheek, and she returned the kiss, and our tongues entangled in a passionate dance. You lowered your hand and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her closer to me. She moaned in pleasure, and her hand went down to her groin, caressing your cock.

“I want you, Jang Gyu-jin.” “I want you too, brother-in-law.”

We moved to the bedroom, and you started to undress her. You kissed her ears, lips, breasts, stomach, pussy, and thighs, taking your time savoring every inch of her body. She squirmed and moaned happily at your touch, begging you to fuck her.

You spread her legs and started to lick her percy, and her moans got louder. You put your hand inside her and sucked her clit, and she was so tight, her fluids were coming out in huge amounts as if she wanted your cock so badly.

“Oppa ahhhh.” Gyu-jin moaned so loudly and squeezed your hand. “Oppa come now I want you please..” She said, guiding you towards her pussy.

But you weren’t done yet. You reached out and started to touch her ass, and she looked at you with a shocked face. You said while circling her asshole with your finger “Kyujin, it’s not right for me to fuck your pussy. But here, we can enjoy each other without any guilt.” Then she nodded with even more excited eyes, and she was tense at first, but relaxed as I started to push my finger inside her. You continued to lick her percy while fingering her ass, and she continued to cum.

You sat behind her and started to insert her asshole from behind in doggy style. She moaned and screamed as I pounded her asshole, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

“Oppa, umm,., it’s so big.” Kyujin moaned loudly.

You gave her a moment to adjust and then said, “We want each other, so let’s enjoy it properly.” You continued to hit her hard and pull her hair hard and started to fuck her asshole indiscriminately.

“Yeah yeah, don’t stop fucking me!!” Gyujin screamed so loudly

You grabbed her ass and thrusted deeper and harder into her ass, and she screamed louder. You inserted her ass hard and fast, and she moaned and begged for more. You could feel her muscles tightening around your cock, and you knew you were going to cum soon.

She was fucking your cock and squirting a ton of fluid out of her pussy.

“Fuck, oppa, my ass feels so good, I want more,” Gyujin screamed loudly and begged.

“Oppa, just cum inside me, fill my ass with your cum!” Gyujin gasped in pleasure and screamed at you,

You ejaculated a ton of cum into her ass, and she gasped and panted like a dirty whore as she felt your cum.

Then you pulled out of her and looked at her. She turned her head and looked at you, saying, “There are only a few weeks left until my sister comes back. So let's have fun"

You lightly slapped her butt and said, "Then beg like a whore" She smiled at you and begged you, and we had a happy time until my wife came back.

#girl group smut #nmixx smut #kyujin smut #kpop x male reader #idol smut

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ssulvyyy · 4 months ago

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sulvy's blog

about sulvy:

she/her

ults: nmixx and njz

eng is not my first language

im funny follow me trust

call me sul

request:

through mailbox♡

closed

rules:

no male idols

no smut (suggestive yes) idk how to write it

only nmixx and njz

fem reader only!

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

njz/newjeans;

smau;

misunderstanding (kmj x reader) (finished)

two hearts, one silence. (ohw x reader x kmj) (on hold)

oneshots;

kim minji :-

buried in shadows (kmj x reader)

favorite person (kmj x reader) (requested)

you deserve the world (kmj x reader)

lavender tea and soft goodbyes (ydtw ii) (kmj x reader)

365 days of you (kmj x reader)

pham hanni :-

tba

danniel marsh :-

coffee stains (dm x reader) (requested)

kang haerin :-

tba

lee hyein (platonic only) :-

tba

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

nmixx;

smau;

two hearts, one silence. (ohw x reader x kmj) (on hold)

oneshots;

oh haewon :-

more than just a rumor (ohw x reader)

lily morrow :-

tba

seol yoona :-

tba

bae jinsol :-

tba

kim jiwoo :-

tba

jang kyujin :-

tba

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

wip;

obvious (oneshot) (kmj x reader)

#pinned post #blog #pinned info #njz #newjeans #nmixx #ssulvyyy

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lilysarrow · 10 months ago

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mean girl nmixx next?!

⟡﹒⊂⊃ mean girls nmixx ! . 🩷

synopsis: what if nmixx were mean girls?

pairing: ot7 nmixx x f!reader

note: okay but hear me out, them as mean girls? yes ma’am. i mean, they all fit the description (especially jiwoo).

lily morrow + oh haewon (change ups)

lily would definitely be the type to completely bully you until you cry a little, then comfort you completely after. the switch up she does with you is honestly so crazy.. she’s so sweet yet a nasty bitch at the same time..

“pfft.. i mean, if i’m not wrong, just look at you!”

“i’m sorry, okay? just please stop the waterworks. you’ll get your cheap tears on my designer top.”

haewon would be so cruel to you at the start. and I mean VERY cruel. she’ll be the rudest ever, and then when you cry? she has to wipe your tears..with gloves on?! i guess she really means she doesn’t want tears on her while she hugs you.

“loserrr! you just think you’re all that because you’re smart? nerdd!”

“okay, okay, can you calm down?! i didn’t mean it. you’re smart.. but it doesn’t make you a nerd.”

jang kyujin + kim jiwoo (change ups)

kyujin is the cat of the group, so that means she will never stop comparing you to random animals that you probably don’t look like. whether it’s a squirrel, a dog, or even a snake, that’s what you are to her. her change up? speechless.

“you look like a damn squirrel! you’re not talking to me like that, right you little shit?!”

“i-i.. well.. I didn’t mean to call you a squirrel. what I meant to call you was a angel”

jiwoo literally has that attitude of a goddamn meangirl. her visuals, facial expressions, everything. the change up isn’t no “big wave”, it’s a big splash of compliments she will shower you with until you tell her what she owes you.

“oh I’m ugly? you’re the one with the fucked up glasses!”

“you’re pretty, you’re cute, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re my world, you’re everythi—oh come on!”

seol yoona + bae jinsol + choi jinni

sullyoon never fails to annoy the shit out of you while bullying you completely. if you even talk back to her, she’ll just start singing a random song to block out what garbage you’re saying. and your head is spinning around and round because your head is going in like: “when will she stop that..?”

“love me like this! love me like thaaat!”

“love me like this and i’ll love you right BAAACK!”

bae is the type to insult you but immediately stutters after you gave her a hard insult back. she’s just speechless on how you even get good insults like those?! like, you just said (insert insult), and she just went silent!

“i-i.. well.. y-you look like a—an..um..”

jinni never fails to always go around every day when she sees you calling you the word almost every mean girl uses. “ugly”. she will literally have to keep telling you that the moment you pass each other or see each other at the lockers.

“hey, you’re ugly! wanted to remind you for the (really gigantic number) time!”

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the-roo-too · 4 months ago

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jang kyujin x fem reader; valentine’s day fic

warnings: very rushed bc i forgot to write lol; i’ll edit the banner and borders when i have a minute; SORRY FOR NOT POSTIG

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middle of february, the weather outside was certainly frightful. unfortunately for you, you’ve never had a habit of carrying around gloves with you, usually relying on your pockets if it was bad.

today, you also forgot to check the time when you were leaving the school grounds and by getting caught up talking with your friends, you missed your bus. deciding to walk home in the freezing cold instead of waiting ten minutes for another nice and warm bus was of course the perfectly reasonable way out, at least to you. your house was a fair half an hour away by foot, but at least you didn’t stand in place freezing.

then, the snow started falling. relying on your phone for directions (as you usually take the bus, and it does get dark pretty quickly in winter), you were silently cursing yourself for not getting the damn gloves.

fingers numb from the cold, it was getting harder and harder to use the phone. just then, a miracle, you saw a smaller store lightened up with various decorations. it looked very cozy from the outside, café-like.

“i can at least ask for something warm to drink…” you mumbled to yourself, hiding your phone in your pocket and effectively also hiding your hands from the cold outside. “i’ll just uber home or something…”

the small bell above the door dinged quietly as you went inside the place. there was a counter in the back, a couple tables decorated with red and pink balloons, and more comfy seats. yet the what occupied most of the space were bookshelves. tons and tons of books. despite all of the cosy sofas, no one seemed to be sitting inside the place. maybe everyone else was scared away by cold (the very thing that lured you in).

cleaning your boots on the rug by the door, you slowly made your way to the counter. just as you did, a beautiful girl came up to it, a roll of packing paper and a stack of books in her arms.

“excuse me-“

“just a second,” she quickly placed her stuff down and looked up at you with a bright smile. “hi! what can i help you with?”

as if you weren’t outside in the cold just seconds ago, your whole body heated up. your probably could blame the sudden heat rushing to your cheeks on the temperature change, but maybe not the way you suddenly were at a loss of words.

maybe noticing your sudden distraction, the pretty clerk awkwardly grinned. “you okay there?”

“uh- y-yeah!” you cleared your throat quickly, trying to play off the sudden nervousness. “can i get a hot chocolate?”

“sure,” she grinned in response before glancing at the books she just put down. she seemed to be in thought before she looked up at you again, looking satisfied with herself. “to celebrate valentines, we have a very special offer. if you come with a date, you guys get a 20% discount.”

“oh,” valentines, right. well, you obviously didn’t have anyone with you, why else would you go to a cafe by yourself, in the freezing cold. “uhm, i don’t have, no.”

before the cute clerk could react, you paid for the drink with your phone and smiled at her awkwardly, then going to sit down at one of the tables.

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a couple minutes later, you were enjoying the warm atmosphere of the cafe, the clerk placed a tall glass of hot chocolate decorated by a cloud of whipped cream and many small marshmallows in front of you. just as you turned your head to thank her, she surprised you by sitting down on the other side of your table in her hand was a glass of chocolate, mirroring yours.

she suddenly reached her hand out, placing a couple coins on the table. “if you don’t have a date, you could always let me assist you?”

sill surprised, you slowly glanced around the cafe, as if to making sure there was really no one else.

sensing your confusion, the clerk cleared her throat softly and placed her glass on the table. “no one is here today. and i just think you’re cute. i paid for my coffee, so here’s your 20% back..?”

looking down at the money she put on the table earlier, you couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. maybe the whole place being so empty at this hour was a sign.

“no harm in trying, i guess. i’m y/n.”

she smiled brightly before picking up her glass and holding the straw to her lips. “i’m kyujin. happy valentines!”

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yourfavekari · 11 months ago

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roll the dice! || nmixx

★ : synopsis: what if.. the song dice by nmixx was an actual game the girls make the f!reader play? but it turns out.. it was a trap!

★ : pairing: ot7 nmixx x f!reader

this story is starring..

LILY JIN MORROW

OH HAEWON

SEOL YOONA

CHOI JINNI

BAE JINSOL

KIM JIWOO

JANG KYUJIN

(COMING THIS FALL!!)

WHO’S READY?

#★ :: karina’s maserlist — nmixx #nmixx jiwoo #nmixx lily #nmixx smut #nmixx kyujin #nmixx sullyoon #nmixx haewon #nmixx bae #nmixx jinni

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silantryoo · 2 years ago

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PR STUNT ; kim minji

idol! kim minji x fem! le sserafim! reader

SYNOPSIS ; y/n didn’t hate kim minji, but because of some idiot decided to out their ‘relationship’ and the need to cover up their senior's scandal, she gets caught in a not-so-ideal situation. she just hopes that she can get through it without any problems.

TAGS ; idol x idol! reader, reader is related to kim jennie (doesn’t appear here), daddy issues, wlw, angst, fluff, idol au, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, crack, smau, happy ending

WARNINGS ; strong language, drama, cyberbullying, death threats, mentions of iz*one disbandment, overworking, mentions of emotional abuse, underlying mental illness

FEATURING ; newjeans, le sserafim, ahn yujin, mentions of ex-iz*one members, ive, bts, txt’s soobin, nmixx’s jang kyujin

STATUS ; COMPLETED!

PLAYLIST!!

PROFILES. LE SARAH FIN. NEW SKIRTS.

CHAPTERS.

00. assert my dominance

01. fuck dispatch

02. kkura-unnie can pull?

03. what a whore

04. problem??

05. KIM JENNIE?

06. it begins

07. feral hyein

bonus: the publicity date

08. no dating (y/n vers.) pt.1

09. no dating (y/n vers.) pt.2

10. not a date (minji vers.)

11. pr the airbender

12. bridgit mendler-sunbaenim

13. baby’s first scandal

14. #goinginsane

15. pre-(not)date checkup

16. not date dos + new cast member?

17. ahn yujin, emotional support dog

18. wrong acc mb

19. bestie zone

20. the public knows (TW)

bonus: iz*one’s ahn yujin?

21. ahn yujin appreciator

22. best unnie, yunjin-unnie

23. good luck y/n

24. coupling

25. blind much?

26. wait why are they cute?

27. phoning w/ minji + y/n

28. privileges obtained

29. third wheel

30. r u stupid?

bonus: minji the simp

31. dreams are (not) a girls best friend

32. i’ll break your knees

33. #nongfproblems

34. y/n’s kazuha era

35. ily

36. fruity

37. food poisoning(?)

38. realizations

bonus: brain cells at work

39. #notpooingjustspilling

bonus: siri, how do you deal with daddy issues? (TW)

40. best unnie, yunjin-unnie (pt.2)

41. honey, you’ve got a storm coming

42. Ioml <3

43. best (non)girlfriend

44. feral… y/n?

45. *MY GIRL

46. hanni pham, the homophobe

47. running in circles

48. WHY DO YOU HATE ME??

49. the start of the end

50. confessions of an idiot (pt.1)

51. confessions of an idiot (pt.2)

52. confessions of an idiot (pt. 3)

bonus: confessions of an idiot (irl)

53. WE DID IT

54. Y/N-SUNBAE ILY

55. death to jang kyujin

56. break up era

57. it was fun while it lasted

epilogue, after three months

epilogue bonus: after three months (pt. 2)

XTRA: happy new year, unnie

taglist (CLOSED)!!

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#kim minji x reader #minji x reader #newjeans x reader #new jeans x reader #le sserafim x reader #newjeans smau #smau #idol x reader #silantryo

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wonilye · 1 year ago

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kingmaker | p.sh

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CHAPTER III

WARNING: please do check the masterlist for potential triggers/themes you feel uncomfortable with! this chapter doesn’t contain anything particularly triggering i can think of, so you’re good!

“All set?”

All around you, servants busy themselves with your baggage, last minute carriage checks and whatnot despite the setting sun. The carriage in question is an imperial carriage, one sent specially by the palace. Footmen are loading trunks upon trunks of perfumes and cosmetics galore, all “necessary for your daily use”, according to Lady Yeji. Apparently, gowns are provided by the palace’s in-house tailors, some of whom were summoned for the sole purpose of catering to the brides-to-be. As such, the only gown you’ll be bringing is the one you’re in right now.

It’s even more extravagant than the one you’d first tried on, a soft violet piece that has even more gauzy, intricately-woven layers resembling flower petals draping the flowy skirt. The sleeves droop delicately across your shoulders, and paired with a half crown braid with too many hair accessories, you look the part you’re supposed to play – a petulant, spoiled younger daughter of a renowned house. It seemed Riki and his fiancee had gone to great lengths to ensure your gown was altered to fit perfectly. Even better, the dress had numerous cleverly hidden pockets, perfect for concealing your weapons.

You have a feeling Lady Hwayoung is going to fit in perfectly in the family business.

Yeji and Hyunjin, playing their roles perfectly, reach for you in a tight embrace. They’re better actors than you thought, judging by the way they make this seem so natural, as if you’ve always been the younger sibling they dote on. Although Hyunjin’s a little stiff, you do your best to summon a few fake tears, squeezing him back. All this to fool the king’s footmen. You cannot believe the lengths the Hwangs are willing to go to.

Hyunjin pulls away. “Maintain your correspondence with us, alright? We’d like to know how you’re doing.” He eyes you knowingly, and you get the message. Send whatever information you can when at leisure to do so.

To his credit, Riki simply pats you on the back. “Try not to get into too much trouble, sister. We wouldn’t want you to miss my upcoming wedding,” he quips. You appreciate the normalcy, but now you’re at a loss. What would Hwang Eunji say?

You rack your brains for an answer. “Well, maybe I’ll be married even before you. Who knows? Maybe the prince will take a liking to me upon seeing my face.” Your stomach roils, even before you can finish. Catching the eye of the future monarch is the last thing you hope to do, especially since you’re there to kill his father, and possibly him too, depending on his personality.

With a final assessment of your belongings, you draw a steadying breath. Everything’s been accounted for, even the finest details. A miniature blueprint of the palace sits in your pocket, saved for your nightly escapades. The final piece of the plan left to fall into place is you.

“I’ll be off, then,” you declare, lifting your skirts. “Try not to miss me too much.”

Your gown flounces as you step into the carriage. Over the past few weeks, you’ve been training nonstop to move gracefully in the heaviest gowns Yeji owns, carefully imitating the gait of a noblewoman. Yeji is a perfectionist, and even the slightest misstep didn’t escape her. Stealth was your default, but as a daughter of an esteemed house, the last thing you needed was to be caught sneaking around. Thus, you’d like to say that your entry into the carriage was more than smooth enough.

As the carriage pulls out, you hear Yeji call out to you. “Good luck!”

You really are going to need all the luck you can get.

The carriage ride is smooth, though you admit you don’t have an experience as a point of comparison. The coachmen are silent the whole ride, the only sound being the occasional whinny of the horses.

You gaze out the curtained windows, gathering your thoughts. In your mind, you run through what you know. If intel is correct, the ceremony should start with the welcoming of the candidates, which means you’ll have to hit the ground running and start interacting with the other ladies upon arrival. Your entrance has to be immaculate. Drawing attention to yourself because of your incompetence would not be ideal. Get through the welcome ceremony and first dinner with the royal family, and you should be free to roam the palace grounds in disguise.

Your most crucial task on hand is to attempt to deduce your informant’s identity, or at least try to establish communication with them. It won’t be easy, seeing as the informant isn’t aware that the Hwangs sent their spy in the form of a bridal candidate (although they should have guessed as much). But how do you try to hint that you’re a spy without telling anyone you’re a spy?

Before you know it, the carriage pulls up to the gates of the palace, and you get your first look. The palace is much, much larger in person, and no less intimidating. The gates are a gleaming gold, the palace’s facade a haunting beauty, basked in the light of the setting sun. Elegant spires rise to the sky, looking over a sprawling front lawn covered in rows of neatly planted flowers of every colour of the rainbow. To the right, you spot the hedge maze you saw in the blueprints. There is a grim feel to it all, as though the castle holds secrets unknown to those who do not set foot in it. And to think this is only the exterior.

The carriage pulls to a stop at the foot of a grand staircase. It is meant to lead up to the palace’s main hall, where the ladies are gathered. Already, you see numerous other identical carriages, each painted with the royal family’s crest. The door swings open, and a hand reaches out to you to help you down. Though you don’t really need it, you take it anyway with the softest smile you can muster. Before you can even turn to thank him, a haughty voice calls out from behind you.

“Purple, hm? You must be the Hwangs’ candidate.” You look over your shoulder. There stands the most breathtaking girl you’ve ever met. With her striking features, and the perfectly condescending curl of her lips, you know exactly who she is. You didn’t spend hours staring at portraits of the candidates to fail at profiling.

“Lady Karina. A pleasure to meet you,” you greet, curtseying as elegantly as you can. As far as you know, she’s high society’s precious gem. Any ball she attends becomes the highlight of the month. You’re certain even Yeji’s spoken of her and her impeccable fashion sense, and by the looks of her outfit, you’d say she lived up to the rumours. With her white satin gown and its nearly never-ending train, she has the season’s trends incorporated into a single piece of clothing. She looks every bit an angel, clashing spectacularly with her image, no doubt carefully crafted by herself.

Lady Karina smirks. You notice she does not return your gesture of politeness. So much for staying out of trouble. “You failed to have a debutante, didn’t you? It must have been hard for you to be so sickly. I hope your condition remains well while you’re here, little violet.”

You grit your teeth, repressing the instinct to fire back. If you were truly Hwang Eunji, you would likely be more than miffed to be belittled with your family’s representative flower, and with a noble upbringing, you have to adjust your unhappiness to befit your newfound status. “Thank you for your concern, but I have fully recovered. My lack of a debutante won’t affect my performance in any way.”

In all honesty, it is a mistake on Lady Karina’s part. Beautiful as she is, in your eyes it does not matter, so long as she doesn’t get in your way. And right now, it seems she is hellbent on tripping you up. If it comes down to it, you have no choice but to eliminate her by any means necessary.

Of course, the idea of having to take her life repulses you, no matter who she is.

Turning her head of perfectly coiffed hair away from you, she sniffs, making her way up the steps. Embarrassing as it is, you follow in her footsteps up to the grand hall.

Servants push the large doors open, bowing deeply as you pass through. Lady Karina keeps her head held high, while you fight the instinct to nod your head back. Normally, you’d be in their position. This new role of yours is going to need some getting used to.

Already, the ladies are gathered in the throne room, a vibrant sea of colour. Coral pink tulle, seafoam green silk, sleeves so large they billow as the ladies walk. Every girl’s hair is adorned with their representative flower, just like yours. It is now that you realise why the women of the court are said to be comparable to delicate spring blossoms. They are every bit the breath of fresh air you suppose they would be to an ageing nobility. In a way, they shine so brightly they clash with the palace itself.

You slip past your competitors, ignoring their icy gazes. Before you sit a pair of golden thrones, one more elevated than the other. The king and his queen’s rightful places, although they’re currently void of said monarchs. For a moment, you try to picture any one of the girls gathered here today seated on the throne to the left.

In walks a gangly man, a scroll rolled in his hands. The poor butler attempts to get ahold of each girl to confirm their identities, but with the tension so thick you could probably chop it into more than a few pieces, it’s a little difficult to catch everyone’s attention. Luckily for you, this gives you more time to listen for their names. There’s Kim Minji, with her youthful, demure gaze. Shin Yuna, with her bubbly giggles and sweet talk. Bae Jinsol, who exudes a charm so powerful it chokes you when you speak to her. They’re younger, and pointedly less closed off to the others.

And then there are the slightly older ladies of the court, who have learned what it takes to survive here. You can tell by the way they smile with tight lips, hand placements perfected, eyes holding the same commanding gaze. They know their power. They know their influence. All the more reason to be wary of them. They are the ones who could see through you, see through your every movement. Lady Karina is one of these, and beside her are the girls your master taught you to be like: Ahn Yujin, Jang Wonyoung and her cousin Kyujin. With Jang Wonyoung in this competition, there is bound to be trouble. She is the kind of pretty every girl wishes to be. And to the side-

Oh, stars.

At the centre of it all stands a girl, too beautiful for words. With silky auburn hair that hangs down her shoulders in curls, and a form-fitting gown the colour of the midnight sky, your heart nearly stops beating in your chest. You don’t need your training to know who she is — Ning Yizhuo, the daughter of a grand duke, whose beauty men would fight wars for. Betrayal runs rife within her suitors. You would know, seeing as you’ve done in many of them for betraying your mistress in favour of Lady Ning.

Right. The mission.

Before you can clear your head, the butler from earlier approaches you. “Lady Hwang Eunji?”

You jump, nearly forgetting to react. “Ah, y-yes.” You summon whatever regality you can, adjusting your posture so the dress doesn’t sag on you. “Is something the matter?”

“No, my lady,” he replies quickly, bowing slightly as he unfurls his scroll, ticking what you presume is your name off the list. “Simply confirming your attendance. The palace welcomes you, Lady Hwang. Dinner will begin shortly in the next room over, where you will have an opportunity to dine with the royal family. We will escort you all shortly.” He smiles, a kind one, but unsettling nonetheless when paired with the bitter aftertaste of being called by your mistress’s title.

Smoothing out your skirt, you nod. “Right, thank you.” There’s very little you can say without letting on that your actual position is far, far lower than his.

Afterparties are one thing, pre-parties are another. You hadn’t even known such a thing to exist. Either way, the ladies refrain from wining and dining too much before dinner, but it doesn’t stop them from having a glass or two. It loosens tongues, and removes some of their inhibitions, clearly. You decline politely. You’ll need a clear head for tonight.

At last, the doors open to a spacious corridor. The guards lead the group through to another set of closed doors, decorated with little paintings of wine glasses and an assortment of food. The dining hall, presumably. The faint smell of roast meat wafts through the gap, tickling your nose and tempting your empty stomach. You haven’t had anything to eat since you left the Hwang estate.

With practised elegance, the guards open the doors with a flourish. Hanging from the ceiling is a chandelier, overseeing a grand dining table overflowing with all sorts of delicacies. Local cuisine, made by the palace’s renowned in-house chefs. It’s a spread more luxurious than anything you’ve ever eaten, and yet your attention, like everyone else’s, is not on the food at all. Rather, all have gathered their skirts in a curtsy towards the people seated at the very head of the table – the royal family.

They certainly look the part, with their matching gold-trimmed clothing. The queen, with her hands folded in her lap, smiles at all the girls like a mother would their child. The king, with his heavy gold crown resting on his head, only gives you a curt nod of acknowledgement. You suppose the queen says something, what with her lips moving and all, but you barely register her words. How could you, when your target is seated right before you? And to his left…

The crown prince himself, in all his royal glory. His haughty gaze as he regards the ladies (all gathered for him, might you add) is all you need to guess the kind of person he is: a spoilt first son, set to inherit a vast kingdom he neither cares for nor deserves. Crown Prince Jay, who currently has on an expression that tells you he does not want to be here any more than you do. In some ways, you suppose it isn’t such a bad thing. In fact, the greatest threat in this room right now does not seem to anyone from the royal family, but the man right behind the crown prince.

With his back facing the white wall, the man’s dark blue waistcoat makes for a striking contrast. Silvery hair frames his clever features - a memorable image. You opt to ignore the queen’s welcome speech, instead studying the mannerisms of who you guess is the crown prince’s courtier. There is something almost sinister brewing behind his eyes, if you were to speak from experience. You’ve heard of him, and his allegedly outstanding knowledge in just about everything. Which begs the question: just how much does he know about Lady Hwang’s faction?

As you study him, his eyes lock with yours, as though he’s sensed your gaze on him. Startled, you quickly turn back to the queen, feigning rapt attention, even though you genuinely have no idea what she has said up till this point. But in the corner of your eye, you see the ghost of a smirk.

Goodness, what trouble have you landed yourself in?

a/n: YALL im so sorry this is a week late…cuz guess who went to the enha con!!!!!! im currently in the throes of pcd so any thought of enha sends me sobbing in a curled up ball HAHAHAHAHAH yeah one week for each chapter is becoming so dang hard to maintain, i hope i can keep up bros. have a great week ahead friends!

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