dyingofcookies

[dyingofcookies]

shirt off my back

cho hyun-ju x f!reader

synopsis: after hyunju suffers an injury, you use the shirt on your body to stop her bleeding

warnings: exnurse!reader. reader is player 122. established relationship. bodily injury (stabs). blood. angst and fluff.

requested <3

into the dorms, you feel more overstimulated than you've ever been. honestly, you wonder if those past times were even "overstimulation" in comparison to what you are facing now.

geum-ja is in front of you holding baby, junhee limps holding one of your shoulders as hyunju limps holing your other one. junhee gave birth, which you delivered, while your girlfriend got stabbed while fighting red players off from you.

you hate this.

you hate being here.

hyunju's face twists in a pain that she tries to mask. this environment is trying to break her, and yourself, yet she is still trying to walk.

she is strong. hyunju is the strongest woman you know. you saw her fight back in that game, her special forces training kicking in as she took down a red player who came at her with a knife.

she was strong, but not untouchable.

the blade caught her thigh, deep enough to make her stagger, blood soaking her pants. you wanted to scream, to drag her to safety, but there was no time.

you both had to keep fighting and moving while carrying junhee who was in labor.

right now in the dim dorm the air smells of must, blood, and despair.

there are no first aid kits, no bandages, no mercy. this place wants you all to die, and expects it.

you’ve told hyunju since the first game that death is not an option for her. you won’t let it be.

she’s your girlfriend, the love of your life since you've met her three years ago, and you’ll tear yourself apart before you let her go.

“sit,” you say, voice soft and firm, pointing to your bed by the darkest corner in the dorm.

hyunju hesitates, her dark eyes scanning you, always assessing.

she’s stubborn, but she knows you’re not backing down since she cannot even stand for too long without clenching her teeth. with a grunt, hyunju lowers herself onto the cot, her injured leg stretched out awkwardly.

blood still seeps from the wound, staining the fabric of her pants a dark, angry red.

seeing that you have no stitches, or alcohol, or any medical equipment since losing your nursing job a year ago... you are left with no choice other than pieces of cloth.

clothes.

you don’t think twice.

your hands move to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one swift motion. the air is cold against your skin, leaving you in just your white sports bra. the 122 number on your shirt is ripped in multiple pieces, thanks to you ripping with your hands and teeth.

you catch hyunju’s eyes widen slightly, which is a flicker of softness, pain and confusion.

“what are you doing?” she asks, almost a growl.

“saving you,” you reply, already tearing the shirt into strips.

you’re no stranger to blood or wounds since you spent years as a nurse. basically, your old job required you to stay calm when everything’s falling apart.

due to an accidental malpractice situation, you got fired from that job. which led you to debt... and then here.

right now you cannot stay calm since to you, this is different.

this is hyunju, and every drop of her blood feels like it’s draining from your own blue veins.

you kneel beside her, inspecting the wound.

it’s deep, jagged, but not fatal if you can stop the bleeding. the problem is, you have nothing sterile, nothing proper. just your shirt and your shaking hands.

you glance around the dorm, hoping for something, anything, but the other players are either too broken or too selfish to care.

geum-ja, who already gave the baby to junhee, notices your bare shoulders. she panics, and tosses you her jacket without a word. if you could keep anything in here, it might be your modesty.

you nod to the older woman in thanks, slipping it on, the worn fabric smelling faintly of blood and her floral scent.

“ju baby, I'm sorry... but this is gonna hurt,” you warn, pressing a strip of your shirt against the wound to gauge the bleeding.

you tie it around her super tightly which makes hyunju hiss, her jaw clenching, but she doesn’t pull away.

the woman's hand finds yours, gripping it tightly, her calloused fingers grounding you both.

“just do it,” she says, her voice steady despite the pain. you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. you clean the wound as best you can, wiping away blood and dirt with another strip of fabric.

it’s makeshift, but it’s all you have.

you tear more of your old shirt, wrapping it tightly around her thigh to create pressure, to slow the bleeding. your hands move with practiced precision, but your heart is a mess.

“you didn’t have to ruin your shirt,” hyunju murmurs through her pain, “you’re half-naked under that jacket in this freezing dormitory.”

“shush, you know id take off everything if it meant saving you,” you say without hesitation, tying off the bandage.

you sit back on your heels, wiping your hands on your pants, though they’re already stained.

“besides, geum-ja’s got my back.” you tap the 149 jacket number on your chest, offering a small smile.

hyunju chuckles, but it’s cut short by a wince as she shifts.

“you’re too good for this,” she says almost to herself, “almost too good for me.”

you shake your head, leaning closer with your hand softly on her jaw so she can’t look away.

“don’t start that. we’re getting out of this together, hyunju. i told you since the first game that death isn’t an option.”

hyunju's lips twitch, not quite a smile, but something close.

“you’re stubborn.”

“takes one to know one,” you shoot back.

the fifth game is jump rope.

when you woke up earlier, your stomach churned with dread knowing that the chances of surviving this game was even lower than the game from yesterday.

hyunju’s bandage held through the night, but her limp is worse, her steps uneven as you head up the stairs to the game area. you can feel hope draining from you, a slow leak you can’t plug.

she’s strong, stronger than anyone, but that wound could be her undoing.

and yours.

entering the large pink doors upstairs, the game area starts on a platform.

ahead, you can see a narrow bridge suspended over a void of space, the drop hidden in darkness below. a large and heavy rope dangles from the two large dolls.

in your head the rules seemed obvious.

cross the bridge by jumping the rope, keep your balance

fall, and you’re gone.

the other players murmur nervously, their faces pale, but you barely hear them. your eyes are on hyunju, on the way she tests her weight on her injured leg as junhee sits on the bench with her baby.

hyunju tries to look strong, but you can see the fear inside of her brown eyes.

“you can’t do this alone,” you say, stepping close so only she can hear, “you’re hurt.”

“i’ve handled worse,” she replies, but her voice lacks a snark that should have been there.

she knows it’s bad.

“not alone, you haven’t.” you grab her arm firmly, “i’m not carrying you, since that would be asking us to commit double suicide, but i’m not letting you fall either. you will hold onto me, and we cross together.”

hyunju looks at you, searching your face. for a moment, you think she’ll argue and try to find another idea.

after five seconds... she nods.

“fine. but if i slow you down—”

“you won’t,” you cut her off, “baby, we’re doing this before the other players go over and sabotage us.. because you know they will.”

after five minutes of that timer starting... you and hyunju move first out of all of the players, stepping onto the bridge before the others can crowd it.

the bridge feels slippery.

hyunju grips your shoulder, her other arm looped around yours, as you both jump in sync for the first jump.

you feel her weight shift, her injured leg barely supporting her as she runs and jumps in sync with you again.

hyunju is hopping on one foot, using all of the strength she has, as you use yours to hold yourself and her for balance.

you hear screams behind you... players are going behind you both and they are falling but you don’t look back.

you can’t.

your world narrows to hyunju, to the heat of her hand on your shoulder.

after you both jumped across the gap on the bridge, nearly falling but regaining balance, you guys got closer to the end.

“keep going,” you breathed out in exhaustion, “we’ve got this.”

hyunju's jumps are clumsy, her bad leg dragging as she jumps, but she doesn’t stop. you feel her trembling, not from fear but from the effort of pushing through the pain.

“you’re doing it,” you jump.

“shut up,” she mutters, but you can hear the love in her voice. hyunju wants you to save your energy for the end.

the final jump felt like the worst. hyunju's leg gives out completely, and she nearly slips, but you pull her with you to the end platform before the rope came down on your both.

you collapse together, your knees hitting the cold floor, hyunju’s weight heavy against your back. she fell onto of you.

for a moment, you just hold each other, your breaths mingling as you lay on the ground. your hearts pound in sync.

suddenly, out of the blue the tears come which are unstoppable, spilling down your cheeks as you turn your body and bury your face in her shoulder.

hyunju's crying too, her arms wrapped tightly around you, her fingers digging into late geum-ja’s jacket that is on your body.

“we made it,” you whisper, “we fucking made it.”

hyunju laughs, a shaky, tear-soaked sound.

“you’re insane, y/n,” she says, pulling back to look at you.

hyunju's face is streaked with tears, but her eyes are full of love as she looks down at you, "you're doing everything to keep us alive."

you laugh too, wiping her eyes with the palm of your thumbs, “I told you i’d do anything for you, hyunnie.”

she cups your face, her thumb brushing your cheek.

“i know,” she says softly, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you reply.

the final game is tomorrow, a shadow you can’t ignore.

you don’t know what it is, only that it’ll be worse than anything you’ve faced.

soon after catching some breath, you help hyunju to her feet. the woman's arm is slung over your shoulder as you limp over to the flower bed on the platform.

you have her, and she has you.

whatever comes next, you’ll face it together since death is not an option, not when you gave her the shirt off of your back in order for her to survive.

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He was a fairy

(Bro got forced to wear a fairy costume by who knows 💀)

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I came 🤤❤

Can u do a Hyun ju smut where she punishes you for not saying thank you to her all day like buying you stuff making you food etc. And make it brat tamer Hyun ju

No thank you?

- Cho Hyun-ju x f!reader

smut

Content: as above!

Warnings: Fingering, oral (reader receiving), teasing, punishment, brat-tamer-kinda!hyun-ju, reader is a bit loud, slight hair pulling, non games au, rich!Hyun-ju au

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The waiter brought your main course after many appetizers- expensive seafood with also good quality wine.

Hyun-ju smiled a thank you at the waiter before the two of you dug in happily.

She felt her best at this- finally enough money to not worry about debt, taxes, rent. She could just relax here with you in thailand, eat expensive food, spoil you rotten. Just to see that pretty smile on your face.

You didn’t thank her after the dinner. Hyun-ju didn’t mind; she never expected a thank you. She just felt it was a part of her responsibility- one she pursued happily.

She took you shopping afterwards. The two of you bought matching dresses, skirts, shoes, even matching lingerie. All while you giggled with the happiest smile on your face. Yet, no thank you once again.

It‘s fine. As long as she’s happy. Hyun-ju thought to herself.

She opened doors for you- no thank you.

She cooked you dinner- no thank you.

She braided your hair, caressed your back. - no thank you?

It began to sting. She looked deeper at you as you smiled again at her.

It felt cockier now. More sly. Your eyes held that little twinkle to them when you wanted something. But what? She’d given you everything.

„Ju-ju, will you get me that?“ You asked as you showed her some expensive heels on your phone, laying on top of her on your shared bed as she caressed your hair.

She frowned slightly. Just that? No ‚please‘ no sweet talk, nothing.

She took your phone from your hands silently and after a few moments you heard the familiar ding

You grinned, laid your head back down on hee chest. You heard her sigh; frustration and annoyance laced her voice as she practically spat in a way only Hyun-ju could;

„No thank you?“

With one swift movement, she flipped the two of you around, one knee between your legs and her arms caging you down.

You chuckled. That look on her face could make you succumb in seconds, but this time, you wanted to push her out of her shell. Wanted her to put you in your place. Ruin you.

„You think thats funny?“ She whispered, low and cautious. It felt dangerous.

„Why don’t you teach me some manners huh?“

Her eyes darkened. Just slightly. She leaned down close, breath fawning against your own. Her hands slipped down your sides, slipping down just slightly under your shirt.

„Take it off.“ Her voice was so soft yet held that edge, sterness to it.

You did. Slowly. Agonizingly so. That bratty smirk adorning your face. Hyun-ju wanted to fuck it off of you.

„Faster.“

„Make me.“

She grabbed you by the hair, tugging just slightly. Not painfully, but enough to get the point across; She was the one in charge here.

You slipped your clothes off, all while she hovered over you, watching everything with those deep brown eyes. They made you shudder under her gaze.

Her hands began wandering, over your thigh, up your stomach, over the swell of your breasts. Just gently grazing your nipples with the back of her fingers. Your back arched subtly. She smiled.

„Look at you all quiet now.“

She cupped one of your breasts in her hand, kneading that soft flesh in her big palms as her other hand played with your nipple; teasing it with soft circles around it.

A soft whine slipped from the back of your throat. She rolled both of your nipples inbetween her index and thumb. She knew how to drive you crazy.

„Ignored me all day.“ Your thighs clenched together.

„Ungrateful, huh?“

You whimpered again, biting your lip as she played with the bundle of nerves.

„Hyun-ju..!“ You whined. That warmth pooling in your stomach, your pussy begging for attention.

„What do you want, baby? Tell me.“

„I- God- just please!“

„Please what?“

„Fuck me, Hyun-juuu!“ You dragged out with a cry.

„Think you deserve it?“

„Please! Please I‘ll be good I promise..“

But Hyun-ju wasn’t satisfied. You huffed in frustration.

„I‘m sorry for not apologizing. Jus‘ wanted to mess with you.“ You admitted and she finally smiled, pleased.

„Thank you. For everything today.“ You then whispered.

„Touch me. Please.“

Her fingers slipped down, dipping into your wetness. Your back arched and you moaned. She chuckled.

„You‘re that desperate?“ They slowly pushed in. You hummed.

„Come on, I can take it!“

„Is that so?“

Her fingers plunged in, slow at first then building up. You cried out her name when she curled them and pressed her thumb against your clit.

„Thats it.. thats it baby..“ Soft kisses trailed down your stomach slowly before her tongue joined in on her fingers, circling and sucking on your clit messily. You moaned, thighs clamping around her head. She hummed against you, sending a shockwave all over your body.

It wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm approaching.

„Fuck! Fuck, I‘m gonna cum, please let me cum! Please Hyun-ju..!“

How could she say no to you when you asked so sweetly?

She sucked on the sensitive bud, fingers curling and hitting that spongy spot.

You came with your thighs twitching uncontrollably, voice raw from crying. The neighbors may have heard you at this point with how sore your felt.

Hyun-ju kissed your pussy one last time before pulling her fingers out. You whined at the lost. She smiles up at you softly.

„See? Thats a good girl.“

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"When I get older, I'll marry you."

you were only 13 at the time.

"Do you promise?" you held up your pinky, staring expectedly at the boy in front of you.

"I promise. I promise I'll make you the happiest wife in the world!" he linked his pinky with yours, rosy cheeks and a shy smile.

what your 13 year old self didn't know, was that the promise he made to you would never come true.

Giyuu sat in front of your grave, an abnormally blank expression on his face. This had become his norm for the last several years.

Your death date would come before your wedding date.

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I'M BACK AFTER LIKE A MONTH OF BEING GONE 😭 this was supposed to be a full fic but I got lazy whoops

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THE GLORY MASTERLIST

(coming soon!)

headcanons, oneshots and series for some of ‘the glory,’ characters.

❤︎ all my writing is 18+ and not suitable for minors.

JEON JAE-JOON -

nothing yet!

MOON DONG-EUN -

nothing yet!

PARK YEON-JIN -

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Pls continue the glory one it's so good

A Beautiful Obsession

Pairing: Jae Jun x oc (Hana)

Summary: Seo Hana was the radiant center of her high school-a student council member, the popular girl, admired for her beauty and charisma. But despite the admiration she drew, she was oblivious to the darker truths hidden in the shadows of her school... especially the truth about her quiet, loyal friend: Moon dong-eun.

Part 2

Ever since the burn, Dong-eun has been avoiding Hana at every turn. In the hallways, she ducks out of sight. In class, she invents excuse after excuse—headaches, forgotten materials, family emergencies—anything to keep from sitting too close, speaking too long, or being seen. Even when they're paired for assignments, Dong-eun finds a way to disappear. The classroom empties slowly but Dong-eun stays behind, shoving her books into her bag. She doesn't hear Hana walk up behind her. "Eunnie ," Hana says softly making Dong-eun freeze. "Yeah?" She responds softly. "We're partners for this project. Again." Hana offers a small laugh, trying to keep it light. "Are you going to vanish on me this time too?"

Dong-eun finally turns, eyes darting everywhere but Hana's face. "I'm... just really busy." She stutters making hana frown. "You've never been too busy before," Hana says gently, stepping closer. "Is it something I did?"

"No." The word is quick, sharp—too fast to be convincing.

Hana studies her for a second before sighing. "Then what is it?  why won't you even look at me?" She questions. Dong-eun swallows hard as her hand grips the strap of her bag. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it," she whispers.

"But I am worried," Hana says, voice trembling slightly. "You've been different to me. Hiding things. And I know you don't want to talk about it, but... you don't have to do this alone. I can help and try to understand"

For a second, Dong-eun's eyes flick up to Hana's—and something nearly cracks open. But then she looks away. "I have to go," she says, brushing past her. Hana watches her go, the weight of something unspoken thick in the air. She doesn't chase her.

Unfortunately, that was the last time Hana saw her best friend.........

.....

Later that day, Hana walks home slowly, her steps heavy. Her best friend—the one person who's always been by her side—is suddenly avoiding her, and she has no idea why. Was it something she did? Did she say something offensive? Maybe something is going on at home and she doesn't want her to know.

As she steps in the door she sighs before seeing her parents on the couch. Her parents are waiting in the living room, sitting too still , too quiet. Entirely too quiet. "Hana," her father says with a stern voice causing Hana to visibly gulp. "Sit down. We need to talk."

She furrows her brows but obeys, perching on the edge of the couch. "What's going on?" she questions looking at her parents in confusion and concern. "When you were little we decided that you would marry To Ha Do-yeong when you are of age.....for business..." Hana's mother explains as she puts her hand on top of her husbands hand. The words crash into her like a wave. Her mouth parts, but nothing comes out.

Engaged? To someone she barely knows? Hana stares at them, stunned. "What?"

"It's a good match," her father adds. "His family is stable. Respectable."

"Your joking right?" Hana questions but earns silence from her parents. "You can't be serious." Her voice is low, disbelieving. "You're deciding my future behind my back? Just for business?"

"Don't think of it like that....This was decided long ago. We are very good friends with the family," her mother says. "You're old enough now. It's time to honor the agreement."

"I don't love him," Hana snaps. "I barely know him."

"Love comes later," her father replies coldly. "This is bigger than feelings. It's about your future—and our family."

"My future?" Hana's voice rises. "How can you say that? This has nothing to with my future. You mean your pride. Your business ties. Your image. You don't even care what I want!"

"Lower your voice," her mother warns. "No!" Hana stands, eyes burning. "You're selling me off like I'm some bargaining chip!"

"Seo Hana she willl not repeat herself" her father says sternly causing Hana to go quiet. "Don't I get a say in this?" She whispers as tears swell in her eyes.

Her father's jaw clenches. "You will marry Ha Do-yeong, Hana. That is final."

She looks between them, heart pounding, tears stinging her eyes. She doesn't say another word instead She turns, storms out of the house, and slams the door behind her.

.....

The night air bites at Hana's skin as she walks with no real destination—just away. Her phone buzzes in her pocket, probably her mother, but she doesn't look. Her ears are still ringing with their voices. You're getting engaged... This is final...

She finds herself in front of the convenience, store. She didn't know where else to go but stopping at a convenience store wasn't exactly what she had in mind.  She sits on the bench outside, hunched forward, arms draped over her knees, hair shielding her face. Across the street, Jae Jun stops mid-step when he sees her. His brows lift, amused. "Seo Hana?" he calls out, strolling over. He slides onto the bench beside her, still watching. "You look like hell."

She snorts softly, not denying it. "Thanks that makes me feel so much better" she says wiping her tears. "You good?" he asks, less mocking now, but still casual—like he's trying not to sound like he cares too much. Hana just shakes her head. "No."

She drops her head into her hands as tears keep falling. "Are you gonna tell me what's the problem?" Jae Jun questions making Hana look up at him. "My parents arranged for me to get married" she reveals making Jae Jun clench his jaw. "I barely know the guy. But my father thinks it's a good idea to help his business grow better. I don't want to get married but I have no choice " she explains as tears well up. "Arranged marriage?" he spat, voice low but burning. "Who the hell does that anymore? Your dad thinks he can trade you like a fucking business deal?"

"I don't know what to do" she whispers as tears fall down her cheeks. Jae Jun looks at the tears run down her face before clenching his hands.

"Marry me"

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A Beautiful Obsession

Pairing: Jae Jun x oc (Hana)

Summary: Seo Hana was the radiant center of her high school-a student council member, the popular girl, admired for her beauty and charisma. But despite the admiration she drew, she was oblivious to the darker truths hidden in the shadows of her school... especially the truth about her quiet, loyal friend: Moon dong-eun.

Part 2

Ever since the burn, Dong-eun has been avoiding Hana at every turn. In the hallways, she ducks out of sight. In class, she invents excuse after excuse—headaches, forgotten materials, family emergencies—anything to keep from sitting too close, speaking too long, or being seen. Even when they're paired for assignments, Dong-eun finds a way to disappear. The classroom empties slowly but Dong-eun stays behind, shoving her books into her bag. She doesn't hear Hana walk up behind her. "Eunnie ," Hana says softly making Dong-eun freeze. "Yeah?" She responds softly. "We're partners for this project. Again." Hana offers a small laugh, trying to keep it light. "Are you going to vanish on me this time too?"

Dong-eun finally turns, eyes darting everywhere but Hana's face. "I'm... just really busy." She stutters making hana frown. "You've never been too busy before," Hana says gently, stepping closer. "Is it something I did?"

"No." The word is quick, sharp—too fast to be convincing.

Hana studies her for a second before sighing. "Then what is it?  why won't you even look at me?" She questions. Dong-eun swallows hard as her hand grips the strap of her bag. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it," she whispers.

"But I am worried," Hana says, voice trembling slightly. "You've been different to me. Hiding things. And I know you don't want to talk about it, but... you don't have to do this alone. I can help and try to understand"

For a second, Dong-eun's eyes flick up to Hana's—and something nearly cracks open. But then she looks away. "I have to go," she says, brushing past her. Hana watches her go, the weight of something unspoken thick in the air. She doesn't chase her.

Unfortunately, that was the last time Hana saw her best friend.........

.....

Later that day, Hana walks home slowly, her steps heavy. Her best friend—the one person who's always been by her side—is suddenly avoiding her, and she has no idea why. Was it something she did? Did she say something offensive? Maybe something is going on at home and she doesn't want her to know.

As she steps in the door she sighs before seeing her parents on the couch. Her parents are waiting in the living room, sitting too still , too quiet. Entirely too quiet. "Hana," her father says with a stern voice causing Hana to visibly gulp. "Sit down. We need to talk."

She furrows her brows but obeys, perching on the edge of the couch. "What's going on?" she questions looking at her parents in confusion and concern. "When you were little we decided that you would marry To Ha Do-yeong when you are of age.....for business..." Hana's mother explains as she puts her hand on top of her husbands hand. The words crash into her like a wave. Her mouth parts, but nothing comes out.

Engaged? To someone she barely knows? Hana stares at them, stunned. "What?"

"It's a good match," her father adds. "His family is stable. Respectable."

"Your joking right?" Hana questions but earns silence from her parents. "You can't be serious." Her voice is low, disbelieving. "You're deciding my future behind my back? Just for business?"

"Don't think of it like that....This was decided long ago. We are very good friends with the family," her mother says. "You're old enough now. It's time to honor the agreement."

"I don't love him," Hana snaps. "I barely know him."

"Love comes later," her father replies coldly. "This is bigger than feelings. It's about your future—and our family."

"My future?" Hana's voice rises. "How can you say that? This has nothing to with my future. You mean your pride. Your business ties. Your image. You don't even care what I want!"

"Lower your voice," her mother warns. "No!" Hana stands, eyes burning. "You're selling me off like I'm some bargaining chip!"

"Seo Hana she willl not repeat herself" her father says sternly causing Hana to go quiet. "Don't I get a say in this?" She whispers as tears swell in her eyes.

Her father's jaw clenches. "You will marry Ha Do-yeong, Hana. That is final."

She looks between them, heart pounding, tears stinging her eyes. She doesn't say another word instead She turns, storms out of the house, and slams the door behind her.

.....

The night air bites at Hana's skin as she walks with no real destination—just away. Her phone buzzes in her pocket, probably her mother, but she doesn't look. Her ears are still ringing with their voices. You're getting engaged... This is final...

She finds herself in front of the convenience, store. She didn't know where else to go but stopping at a convenience store wasn't exactly what she had in mind.  She sits on the bench outside, hunched forward, arms draped over her knees, hair shielding her face. Across the street, Jae Jun stops mid-step when he sees her. His brows lift, amused. "Seo Hana?" he calls out, strolling over. He slides onto the bench beside her, still watching. "You look like hell."

She snorts softly, not denying it. "Thanks that makes me feel so much better" she says wiping her tears. "You good?" he asks, less mocking now, but still casual—like he's trying not to sound like he cares too much. Hana just shakes her head. "No."

She drops her head into her hands as tears keep falling. "Are you gonna tell me what's the problem?" Jae Jun questions making Hana look up at him. "My parents arranged for me to get married" she reveals making Jae Jun clench his jaw. "I barely know the guy. But my father thinks it's a good idea to help his business grow better. I don't want to get married but I have no choice " she explains as tears well up. "Arranged marriage?" he spat, voice low but burning. "Who the hell does that anymore? Your dad thinks he can trade you like a fucking business deal?"

"I don't know what to do" she whispers as tears fall down her cheeks. Jae Jun looks at the tears run down her face before clenching his hands.

"Marry me"

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✢ ⸻ ❝Hyun-ju felt so different beneath you — feeling dominated, for the first time not in control. Your hands squeezed her wrists as your cock hit her G-spot, feeling her pussy clench around you was as good as hearing her moan your name❞ ㅤ !͟!

┈𝅙𝅙GENRE 𝅙:𝅙 AU + (nsfw) SMUT (+18) + FLUFFY. Strangers to lovers; Boss x Personal Photographer. Implied romance. Implicitly inspired in the song "I'm yours", by Isabel LaRosa. 𝅙𝅙꣑ৎㅤ★

┈𝅙𝅙WARNING'S 𝅙:𝅙 Rich Post-op Sub!Hyun-ju × Photographer G!p Dom!reader. Hyun-ju has a pussy. Reader has a penis. Hyun-ju won the Squid Game along with Jun-hee's daughter, adopting her when she left. Lingerie, photo shoots, make-outs, first time (HJ, after surgery), P in V, sex on the couch, sex in a photography studio (HJ's company), unprotected sex, cum inside, light fingering (HJ receives), touching/admiring breasts, suck breasts, pinch nipples, Boss kink, Baby kink, mention of riding penis, mention of death and suicide (HJ), mention of near harassment (both), etc. English is not my first language. If I forgot something, let me know. MDNI.𝅙 𝅙꣑ৎㅤ★

꣑ৎㅤCho Hyun-ju x F!reader (no use "y/n")

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤSUMMARY:

Hyun-ju was always in control. In games. In business. In bed. But in the studio self, she would discover that being defeated could be far more beneficial than winning.

𔘓ㅤ A/N: ㅤ I simply had to post this before Hyun-ju and Junhee's oneshot with reader. I've been holding back for weeks. Also, I haven't seen anyone doing a Reader G!p oneshot with HJ, so I'll do it myself for my intersex friends! — Enjoy⠀𓈒 𓂃

You sigh dramatically as a young woman walks out of the photo studio, leaving behind the arrogance and anger that almost made you smash the camera on her head. Just one more photo session left. One more, and you could finally go home.

This is your fifth job since moving to Thailand. The last ones weren't really your thing, and you even got sued by some petty millionaires for simply stating a fact — they're annoying. At least you got this job as a photographer, and it would be perfect if it weren't for the models knowing your little secret and constantly testing your limits.

You've been standing in the same spot for over three hours, using the same camera to shoot four models. Finally, only the last one remained, and you weren't even sure who it would be. You looked like a lost puppy in this company, guided only by a secretary who probably shouldn't even be helping you. You talked to your boss only once since you started, and the others say she's very busy.

You only heard a little about her.

Cho Hyun-ju. 35 years old, South Korean, a single adoptive mother to a newborn baby, appeared as a millionaire six days after disappearing in 2024… weird, since before that she lived in Gwangmyeong, with terrible financial conditions, drowning in debt. She was a sergeant in the special forces but got dismissed when she came out as transgender...

What a story.

But your biggest question was how she made so much money in just six days.

So immersed in wondering about her fortune, you barely noticed the door slam on the other side, signaling the last model had arrived. The echo of high heels on the floor caught your attention, and you almost automatically turned to see the woman.

It was your boss, wearing an elegant white robe.

“Always distracted?” Hyun-ju asked calmly, with no trace of anger in her voice.

Great, your boss just caught you daydreaming. Simply amazing.

“Sorry ma'am,” you automatically replied, quickly grabbing the camera from the table before furrowing your brow as you stared at her. “are you the last model?”

Ma'am??

“Yes, I am. And no 'ma'am' stuff,” she replied, a little uncomfortable but calm. “Just call me 'Boss' or by my name. I don't care.”

She was strangely calm, different from your other bosses. They were men, after all. But she...

“Sorry.” you said again, nervously turning on your camera.

It was hard to stay calm when your boss was standing behind you in a robe. And she was extremely beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, hot, all those crazy over-the-top compliments.

“I heard the other models left here fuming or complaining,” she said.

Your blood ran cold, and you almost dropped the camera just hearing that.

“Did something happen?”

You looked at her. Now she seemed different. Her expression was serious, eyes narrowed, breathing controlled. Wow, she managed to seduce you without even trying. Or was she?

“Uh-” you took a deep breath. “They tried to seduce me, and I just backed off.”

They really did. They practically harassed you! Why do "straight" women get so excited or curious when another one, who isn't straight, reveals she's intersex?? The other models wanted you to fuck them during the shoot, which was against company rules — and against your own life rules.

Sleeping with petty rich girls? No way.

Hyun-ju processed your answer for a few seconds, as if analyzing whether you were telling the truth. She noticed your tense expression and didn't blame you for being upset at the other models' behavior. But honestly, you were breathtaking in her eyes.

“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully, sensing you were honest. “Sorry for the trouble. It's not usually like this.”

It really never was. Not even when the photographers were all men.

You shrugged, putting the camera down and moving to adjust the studio lights. When you turned around, you froze again. Your boss — Hyun-ju — was taking off her robe, revealing pink lingerie underneath. The bra perfectly framed her ample breasts, and the panties… damn. Those thighs.

You were sure you were drooling, but you didn't care. Your focus was on the woman in front of you. Hyun-ju must have noticed your stare because she gave a shy little smirk — not exactly mischievous or naughty, just shy.

It touched your heart like you wanted to touch her breasts.

Realizing the awkward silence after she revealed her outfit for the photos, you cleared your throat, looked around, trying to remember what you were supposed to do before randomly pulling a sofa to the center, where it'd be better for her to pose.

Hyun-ju chuckled softly, clearly aware of how tense and nervous you were. She positioned herself on the three-seat sofa, striking some really sexy poses while you nervously clicked the camera button, trembling a bit but not enough to ruin the shots. After all, a Goddess was in front of you — how could the photos be bad?

The photo session didn't last long. Unlike the other models, Hyun-ju was satisfied with just 10 pictures, while the others hated even half. As you reviewed the shots on the camera, Hyun-ju took a sip of water, eyes fixed on you standing beside the sofa.

She dropped the glass on the floor, still staring.

Since winning that hell of a Squid Game, Hyun-ju had become even lonelier. She lost Young Mi first, one of the few who addressed her as a woman, then Geum-ja and Yong-Sik in the same game, and after carrying Jun-hee in the Rope Jump game, Jun-hee's ex, Myung-gi brutally murdered her in the final game — greed having gone to his head. In the end, Gi-hun sacrificed himself, saying Hyun-ju deserved the prize more than he did, taking Myung-gi with him. Hyun-ju, player 120, won the games holding a baby — the daughter of Jun-hee, whom the mother hadn't even named because she was born mid-game — 45.6 billion won in her bank account and scars unlikely to fade from her memory.

She felt bad when she moved to Thailand and completed her surgeries because that money was dirty — the blood of countless people who died trying to survive. So she spent little of the billions opening a fashion company and pursuing a modeling career, now that she had the body she always wanted. Hyun-ju didn't think about relationships at first, not feeling safe yet, even though Thailand was one of the best countries for "people like her."

But then you showed up looking for a job, saying you'd do anything. At first, Hyun-ju thought of hiring you as an assistant, but she changed her mind. She wouldn't deny it — Hyun-ju wanted to get to know you. In every way possible. You caught her attention, and hardly anyone escapes when she's interested. So she hired you as a photographer, waiting for the perfect moment to be alone with you.

No kink involved — she just wants to know you. But maybe, if you want...

“Listen, you… you've looked tense ever since I took off the robe...” Hyun-ju suddenly said, getting your attention.

You bit your lip, your hand trembling slightly as you switched off the camera. Hyun-ju noticed, pleased to know she had an effect on you.

“Just your imagination.” you replied, but your voice lacked confidence, betraying you.

You swallowed hard as she stood up and walked over, stopping right in front of you, but not invading your personal space yet.

“Are you sure?” she teased, tilting her head, eyes glancing down to your lips. You slowly nodded, not looking at her. Her gaze returned to your face. “You know, I was looking forward to this moment...”

“What?” you automatically asked, mustering courage to meet Hyun-ju's eyes.

“I wanted to meet you,” her voice was confident, but underneath, a little insecure. “You're so beautiful… it hurts”, she joked but was sincere.

You felt your heart skip a beat when she licked her lips, eyes returning to yours. You had been in this situation before, always managing to brush people off quickly and bluntly. But this woman, your boss, Cho Hyun-ju… damn, she was indispensable.

Your silence was a question in her mind. She wondered if she'd been too fast, if she'd scared you. But when she felt your hands rest on her hips, she sighed in relief, though raising an eyebrow.

Usually, she's the one in control.

Except when she dated men.

“You're beautiful too, boss.” you said softly, the tone almost seductive but genuine.

Hyun-ju felt her cheeks warm, a small smile appearing on her lips. Her hands moved to your waist, her grip firm and confident while yours was light and nervous.

“Can I get to know you now? Any way you want.” Hyun-ju asked calmly. You bit your lip nervously.

Maybe it's time to reveal that you're not like other girls and women's. You're sure she might not look at you the same afterward, that you might ruin the mood. But better now than later.

“Uh- well…” You took your hands off her body, and Hyun-ju tried to suppress an annoyed huff. You sighed, avoiding her gaze, looking embarrassed. “You know why the other models were angry earlier?”

Hyun-ju frowned, confused why you brought this up. Still, she shook her head.

“No, why?”

“Because I'm intersex.”

You looked away again, fearing her reaction. Hyun-ju opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She hadn't expected that. Actually, she was ready to start some light teasing, with her in control. But knowing you were intersex?

Wow, the game just changed.

Hyun-ju stared at you with a blank expression, as if still processing it. She had planned every detail of this moment, and your intersexuality would only make things more interesting. Of course, if you wanted that...

“I don't have any problem with that.” she shrugged, and you looked back at her, surprised. “If you don't know, I am literally a Transgender woman.”

“I know, I'm just surprised. Usually some girl jumps on me trying to take my pants off immediately to check the size, and you seem so… calm.” you tilted your head, showing your confusion.

Hyun-ju let out a short, soft laugh, finding your reaction adorable.

“I went through similar stuff before my transition, I get it,” she confessed, a little melancholic and a bit embarrassed since some people reacted the same way when she had her top surgery. Hyun-ju raised a hand, gently stroking your cheek. “Now I want to get to know you even more.”

You smiled shyly, almost timidly. Your face hid the thoughts running through your mind. You were alone, the cameras were off, she was very close, and you were starting to get turned on. Oh heavens.

“Do you trust me, boss?” you asked with a flicker of courage. Hyun-ju nodded.

You closed the distance between your bodies again, your hands resting on her hips. You closed your eyes with her, your lips meeting slowly but eagerly. Her other hand moved to your face, cupping your cheeks in her palms as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

Your heart was racing, threatening to burst out of your chest, while Hyun-ju's seemed to be skipping beats — or maybe her mind was just drowning in paradise. The kiss grew fiercer, hungrier; her tongue parted your lips, diving in to meet yours, sparking a battle for dominance in each other's mouths. Your bodies heated up more and more, making it impossible to ignore the fire between you.

Hyun-ju broke the kiss when air became urgent, not pulling away completely, just enough to breathe. She was breathless, her lips rosy from the brief but intense kiss. Damn, she looked delicious, and that just fired you up. You didn't give her a chance to think twice, guiding her hips and flipping her onto the sofa from before.

Hyun-ju bit her lip, lying back on the three-seat sofa as you climbed on top of her.

You pressed your lips to the side of her neck, sucking and nibbling beneath her jawline. Hyun-ju let out soft sighs, trying to hold back moans. Her hands slid over her bare stomach, dangerously sneaking under the fabric. You lifted your head from her neck, your hands frozen in that spot.

“Can I?” you asked, eyes flickering between hers and her breasts.

Hyun-ju didn't answer, probably holding back a moan or her pride. She slid her bra up without removing it, offering you a perfect view of her full breasts. Your brain short-circuited, your body reacting automatically. Hyun-ju felt the same, though calmer. She bit her lip, placing an arm over her forehead as you grabbed her breasts with your mouth and hand. You sucked and teased the right nipple while massaging the left.

Your pants were tightening, the ache unbearable. Your free hand found your belt buckle, undoing it quickly and urgently. Hyun-ju watched your movements, as anxious as you were. When you unfastened the belt and tossed it aside, you moved off her hips, sitting over them. You could see your bulge straining against your boxer briefs, making Hyun-ju almost moan.

And insecure.

You pulled down the zipper and buttons of your pants, sliding the fabric down to your knees but didn't remove them yet. The bulge in your boxers nearly made Hyun-ju groan. She longed to feel you inside her, but also felt tense. It would be her first time with someone since her surgeries. She hadn't even masturbated since the operations — over a year ago!

You noticed her confused expression, pulling your hands from your boxer briefs to place them on either side of her head, pinning her wrists to the sofa.

“We can stop anytime you want.” you said softly, though you were begging silently for it not to stop. Your member couldn't take it anymore — it needed relief.

Hyun-ju looked away thoughtfully but only for a few seconds. Then her gaze dropped, and she lowered her panties to her knees. You bit your lip, staring right between her legs, and Hyun-ju instinctively wrapped them around your hips.

You felt how wet she was — and she felt how hard you were.

“Fuck, boss…” you moaned, moving your fingers along her folds, drawing a soft whimper from her. “You get this wet often? Just from kisses and touches, baby?” you teased, rubbing her folds.

Hyun-ju murmured something you couldn't quite catch, placing her hands on your cheeks. You smiled softly, though her expression worried you. Hyun-ju knew things were about to get intense, and she couldn't wait to feel an orgasm through her pussy for the first time. Even if the idea of being submissive was confusing for her.

“Want me to stop?”

“No!” Hyun-ju gripped your hand between her legs, keeping one hand on your cheek. “I'm just not used to… not being in control.”

You tilted your head, letting her fingers caress your cheek.

“Really?” she nodded shyly. You smiled, withdrawing your fingers from her folds and sucking them into your mouth. Hyun-ju parted her lips slightly, eyes fixed on your mouth.

“Good,” you murmured, pulling your fingers from your mouth without breaking eye contact as you slid your boxer briefs down to your knees. Your member sprang free, pre-cum glistening on it. It wasn't very long, but not too thick either. “Because the game's changing today, boss.”

Fuck. Hyun-ju felt a wave of heat go straight to her core after your words, lowering her eyes to your cock. Her nipples hardened, and if pussies could get hard, hers definitely would be right now.

You took advantage of her distraction, leaning down to press closed-mouth kisses to her neck, making her regain her senses. Hyun-ju ran a hand through your nape, silently begging you not to stop the kisses. Her hips moved voluntarily, aching for your cock inside her pussy.

“Patience” you murmured, nibbling lightly on her neck, enough to leave a mark.

Damn, you shouldn't have done that.

Actually, you shouldn't be doing any of this. But, damn — it's Cho Hyun-ju beneath you, desperate to be fucked!

Her other hand slid under your shirt, feeling your bare, warm skin. Her fingers traced your stomach, traveling up to your breasts. You bit her jaw hard when she grabbed your breast beneath your bra, squeezing your nipples with her fingers.

“You…” Struggling to form a coherent sentence. You pulled away from her neck, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it on the sofa, then unbuttoning your bra. Hyun-ju smiled in satisfaction as your breasts popped free from the cups. “...are going to be my downfall.”

Hyun-ju tried to speak but stayed silent as you moved off her hips, kneeling before her and placing your hands on her thighs, gripping firmly enough to leave marks. Her legs opened instinctively — you didn't complain — with your eyes locked on her wet pussy.

No more delays; you were both trembling with desire.

You moved your hips forward slowly, teasing her. Hyun-ju stayed calm, releasing deep sighs from the mounting lust. She silently thanked her training to stay composed as a special forces sergeant; otherwise, she would already be riding your cock and squeezing your breasts like a proper dominant-submissive.

But she let you lead.

Seeing her calm, you decided she deserved a reward. The tip of your cock brushed her entrance, the warmth of her folds against your member making you two exhale a low groan, almost a whimper.

You needed that as much as she did.

Then, in one smooth motion, the tip of your cock slipped inside her, drawing a moan from both of you. Hyun-ju dropped her head back, hands clutching the sofa's fabric.

“F-Fuck, I should have guessed you're tight, babe” you muttered softly, gripping her waist as you trembled with excitement.

You didn't push all the way in, not yet, but enough for Hyun-ju to get used to the feeling. Seconds later, she opened her eyes, nodding as a sign.

You moved again, slowly, until your cock disappeared inside her pussy. Hyun-ju moaned — a beautiful sound; needy, desperate... craving for you to fuck her right there in the studio. And you would.

You waited again until she adjusted to the feeling, and she nodded once more.

You leaned down, pressing your lips to hers in a wet kiss, swallowing the moans she let out as you began to thrust deeply, keeping a slow pace.

You were both in a hurry, but care was everything.

Hyun-ju was lost in the sensation of your cock sliding inside her, her breasts pressing against yours, mouths glued together, tongues playing in a battle for dominance. It was too much, but so fucking good.

You increased the pace of your thrusts as Hyun-ju grew more comfortable, moaning against your mouth. Your cock fit perfectly inside her, hitting just the right spots. It was like you had memorized her body or something. But this was your first time together.

Maybe there would be more...

Hyun-ju broke the kiss, needing air. You lowered your head to her left breast, sucking the nipple into your mouth, sliding your tongue and the tip of your teeth around the areola. Your thrusts never slowed — in fact, they grew stronger. The sofa began to creak, a sign your hips were pounding each other hard.

Hyun-ju didn't like to moan loudly; even though her voice softened and became more '"feminine", she was still shy about it, worried that loud moans might annoy you. So, she tried not to make much noise, gripping the sofa's fabric tightly, eyes closed as she felt something new inside her.

Hyun-ju felt so different beneath you — not a bad kind of different. Seeing you suck her breasts as if she had never nursed, burying your cock inside her, taking control — it made her incredibly turned on, craving more, feeling dominated, submissive in another woman's hands for the first time without having control.

She was addicted to you. Your lips, your tongue, your teeth, your hands, your cock, you...

You pulled away from her breast, releasing her waist and grabbing her hands, forcing her to drop the sofa fabric. You pinned her wrists above her head. Hyun-ju could easily break free, but she was lost in pleasure, desperate to feel an orgasm in her pussy.

Then, her walls tightened — and you felt it.

Your hands squeezed her wrists as your cock hit her G-spot, feeling her pussy clench around you was as good as hearing her moan your name.

You both moaned together, low but in sync. As she came, you reached your peak, having to release inside her because you couldn't pull out in time. Hyun-ju felt you filling her, it was a new sensation. But she loved every second of it.

You sighed deeply, releasing her wrists and letting her catch her breath as you slowly pulled out. She closed her eyes, seeming to rest. Her breath was uneven, chest rising and falling slowly, her body glowing under the single lamp in the studio's center. Hyun-ju looked like an angel resting. No one walking in would guess she'd just been fucked by her own photographer.

You stood, about to leave to find another robe when a tug on your arm made you lie down on the sofa.

Hyun-ju wrapped an arm around your waist, turning your body to face her flushed face.

“We're getting close...” Hyun-ju began, but you cut her off, tense.

You admitted it — having sex with her was amazing. But that was it. Damn, she was your boss. No relationships! People would think you were just an opportunist!

“This was a mistake...” you muttered, stumbling over your words.

Hyun-ju didn't believe you; she recognized lies, especially from someone who wasn't good at lying.

“Favorite mistake, baby” she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against yours. “You know this won't be the same between us anymore, right?”

Won't be the same.

You were tired of thinking rationally. You hadn't been thinking clearly since this woman walked into the room wearing a robe! You hadn't given in completely, but you allowed yourself to give a little, just like she did. Maybe it was too soon to say feelings were involved, but you wouldn't complain if they were.

Hyun-ju was so beautiful...

You moved your hands to the nape of her neck, pressing your lips to hers again — this time a burning kiss, with distant feelings swirling underneath. Your bodies warmed again, and you both knew this wasn't over yet. There was so much more to come.

When her lips parted from yours, she licked them with a playful smile, though her usual shyness was still there beneath the surface.

“Baby, I'm yours...”

Yeah, she's yours.

And you're hers.

𔘓ㅤ A/N: ㅤMy wife is happy in Thailand with me <3⠀𓈒 𓂃

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controversially young girlfriend

cho hyun-ju x f!reader

synopsis: headcannons of hyunju with you, her controversially younger girlfriend

warnings: mature content. thirteen to fifteen year age gap. one mention of implied transphobia (from outsiders). implied mentions of sex but no detailed smut. hyunju has no canon age, so i'll say she is 35 for the plot. reader is of legal age! I am not responsible for the content you choose to read. 18+

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you met hyunju casually.

the both of you were regulars at the same cafe, and started to see eachother frequently.

the attraction between you both was obvious, and you couldn't help but talk to her.

the casual talks turned into number exchanges.

when she learned that you were fifteen years younger than her, her eyes clouded with worry.

hyunju kept moral and routine, thanks to her past military behavior.

she hesitated, nearly ending things or telling you that she would not push boundaries.

things were progressing but hyunju was scared that the age gap was too wide, and would make things too complicated.

you sat her down, holding her hands softly when she expressed these thoughts to you.

“i’m an adult, hyunju, and i care about you.... we can take this as slow as you need,”

your voice was steady and sincere, which helped hyunju.

she agreed to take it slow, and you did.

it took a year before hyunju’s fears about the age gap faded.

it was replaced by a deep acceptance of your love.

hyunju's soft smile gets brighter when you call her sweet names like "my pretty baby" or your "strong princess charming"

the older woman treats you with such kindness, always checking in with a gentle “how’s my love doing today?”

she makes you feel cherished.

you validate her endlessly, listening to her experiences as a trans woman, celebrating her strength, and reminding her she’s beautiful inside and out.

when she decided to pursue bottom surgery after you moved to thailand together, you were by her side.

you planned the move with care to ensure her comfort.

post-surgery, you took care of her and proudly did.

you cooked her favorite soups, helped her rest, and held her hand through recovery the entire time.

hyunju feels safe with you, her walls coming down as you create a home full of love.

you love how she opens up about her past, her transition, her dreams.

you love her.

she loves you deeply too, always thanking you for making her feel whole, her eyes tearing up when you surprise her with small gestures like fresh flowers or handwritten notes.

the age gap catches eyes sometimes.

however, hyunju catches even more eyes.

you both learned to ignore the stares, her hand squeezing yours tighter as you walk through markets in bangkok.

she’s gentle in every way, always asking for your comfort and your consent during sex.

she is ensuring you feel as safe with her as she does with you.

you cherish how she teaches you patience.

hyunju's slightly older perspective grounds your youthful energy.

she jokes that you bring beauty into her life.

she’s your safe haven, and you’re hers.

basically, the age gap became irrelevant with hyunju overtime.

to her, you're just you, her lover and safe space.

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JUST GIVE IT TO ME

[dyingofcookies]

Hyun Ju x reader smut

Cho Hyun Ju x reader, player 120 x reader

this takes place during the games

(fem reader x Hyun Ju) (oral, and fingering, reader receiving)

I hope you like my posts so far! please leave me some suggestions if you want more Hyun Ju x reader i would love to hear what you have in mind!

this is a lot more shorter than my last one, again you can scroll down if you just want the smut :)

The second game had come to an end. You passed, along with that you managed to make some new acquaintances; an old lady along with her son Jang Geum-Ja and Park Yong-sik, and two other ladies one of whom you had already met outside of the games, Kim Young-mi and Cho Hyun Ju. You knew Hyun Ju from the local mini market, you worked as a cashier there and often stirred up a conversation with her when she came into the store, it gradually turned into a mutual friendship. Whenever she needed to shop she would come to the shop where you worked and always checked out with your till. Seeing her in the games made you upset, you didn't know she was struggling with debt like you were. As bad as you felt for seeing her in the games you were glad to at least recognise someone in this rat trap. Covered in sweat, and blood from the last game, you made your way back to the main lobby with your team and sat down all together.

You all sat in silence for a good ten minutes before Geum-Ja spoke up. "I'm really glad you all are safe" she huffed with a sigh of relief. Breaking the tension this caused you all to feel slightly more relaxed and break into conversation getting to know one another. You were happy to have made friends under the circumstances but you were even more happy to learn more about Hyun Ju, the mysterious yet friendly woman who you liked to chat with. After a while of talking and getting to know one another the games had come to a stop. along with that came the guards, the mysterious masked figures carrying Guns and getting everyone's attention. The results were in of who died and how much money we would have as a share if we decided to vote to leave. Looking around you saw everyone's faces, some were happy to take that money and leave, others wanted to leave either way and some you could tell wasn't happy with the share they would take home if they quit now. You looked to the taller woman next to you and could tell by her face she wasn't too happy about stopping the games here. After the vote it was decided that the games would continue. You yourself had voted for the games to stop and was disappointed the games were continuing, but deep down you felt a slight glimpse of hope of winning the games and getting out with the prize money.

The night arrived and you couldn't get to sleep, how could you? Everything about this place was so surreal, you tossed and turned and after who knows how many minutes or hours even you couldn't get to sleep. Sighing in defeat you decided to finish the last of the water you got from this evening. Bad idea, after a few minutes you needed the toilet. Badly. Feeling anxious you made your way to the door and tried opening it. it was locked, of course it was. cautious of not wanting to wake any other players up you knocked gently at the door, the blind pulled up and you saw one of the masked guard one with a triangle and spoke up. "e-excuse me?" you said anxiously "I need to use the restroom." The blind closed and you knocked yet again. and again. and again. You got frustrated and yelled "I sweat to god if you don't let me in I will piss on the floor and ill make sire your manager makes you clean it!" after a few more seconds of complaining the guard gave in and opened the door, you felt embarrassed but what else could you have done when you went to take a step into the hallway you saw a shadow appear behind you. looking back it was Hyun Ju. "May I use the restroom as well please?" she asked in a gentle tone to the triangle guard. You could tell the guard looked somewhat pissed off but they just nodded and stepped aside letting you and Hyun Ju through.

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You rushed into the restroom and did your business. as you left the stall you noticed Hyun Ju looking at herself in the mirror. You're beautiful you know that right? Hyun Jus cheeks flushed a pink colour, she wasn't used to receiving compliments and when she did it stirred up something inside of her. "you're just saying that.. I'm sure you don't mean it.." she said in a dismissive tone. You took a deep breath and sighed, you might die here tomorrow so what's the point in holding back. "you know..." You said "I used to really look forward to seeing you most days." Hyun Jus eyes lit up and she turned around from the mirror to face you. "you did?" she replied taken aback from your confession. You nodded in response. "I- well... at first I thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes upon. but, then we started talking and there was so much more to you than your looks, I caught myself growing feelings for you even though I barley knew you... even though I was just a cashier." Hyun Jus face flushed over again. and she let out a small laugh "That's funny, I've felt the same way about you." she said brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I don't usually shop at the store you work at, actually it takes me a bit longer to get there but I went so I could see you..." Your face turned red, she had to be joking.

Without hesitation, the taller lady took a step closer to you moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I don't know if were going to leave here alive..." she said her tone slightly distressed. "But I cant leave here without having a chance with you.." Your eyes lit up and all you could do was stare at her. "Can I kiss you?" she asked. you nodded needily. Her lips came crashing down onto yours, and all you could do in response was guide your hands to her shoulder and pull her closer. The kissing grew more and more intense, she moved her hands to your ass squeezing it passionately. something about the possibility of dying within the next few days made the make out so much more steamy than it should have been. She picked up up and you wrapped your legs around her, she placed you down on the counter and moved her hands to the zipper of your jacket pulling it down, she moved her hands to grab your breasts. you threw your head back in return and let out a small moan. Hyun Ju moved her hands towards the waistband of your pants and tugged them down. she looked up at you making sure you were okay with this, You nodded biting down of your lower lip. she pulled your underwear down and kneeled down between your thighs, she moved her had towards your cunt which was soaking wet from the make out session you two had. She brought her tongue to your clit using the flat of her tongue to gently test your reaction. Your hands moved to grab onto her hair tugging it slightly from the pleasure. you managed to whimper out a few words "A-agh~ more please~" You begged needily. Taking that as a sign to keep going she alternated between kissing, licking and gentle sucking coming to a gentle rhythm of making you feel good. She moved her fingers towards your entrance and slid one finger inside, you squeezed around her and let out a long moan.

pleased at your reaction she inserted another finger and began pumping her fingers in and out of you as her tongue lapped at your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming and all you could do was moan louder. Hyun Ju moved her free hand to cover your mouth and came up from your clit to talk, her face covered in your scent and her hair dishevelled. "shh~ be quiet. that guard could barge in here any moment darling~" she said giving you a moment to respond before going back at it. You moved one of your hands from her hair to place over her hand that covered your mouth squeezing it gently. Your other hand tugging at her hair once more as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of your heat. The sensation was too much, you could feel yourself coming close and threw your head back, your moans muffled by Hyun jus hand. Her pace quickened her tongue drawing circles on your clit and she used a stroking motion to please you with her fingers. "Cum for me "Y/N" she said, which was in reality more of a command, her solider side showing . You came undone on her fingers, your walls tightening around her as your hips thrusted into her face. you tugged her hair one last time and let out a moan loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. She helped you come down from your high lapping at your secretion. Hearing the commotion The door opened and stood before the both of you was the triangle guard from earlier he looked at the scene before him, your pants pulled down to your ankles, Hyun Ju between your bare thighs. He thought to himself 'i don't get paid enough for this' before closing the door and deciding to wait for you two to be finished. You and Hyun Ju looked at each other embarrassed you got caught and did the walk of shame out of the bathroom.

the end~

i hope you enjoyed this!

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It really do be like this

[dyingofcookies]

Fuuuuuuck~

You Want In?

Walker x Reader x Z Dog

I was requested by ww1isfun1918 for a Walker and Zdog threesome: Hello. I love your stories so much and im dying to see another one. Can we see a heavily smutty story about Z-dog X Female Recom Reader X Recom Walker? With scenes like Walker is rimming Reader while Zdinarsk eats reader out? And another one were Walker and Zdinarsk both scissor reader and they end up all squirting and cumming?

Summary: You and Zdog are looking to spice things up; good thing Zdog has a plan.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, rimming, rough sex

You and Zdog were always dating, but it wasn’t till you two came back as recoms that you brought Walker into the mix.

Zdog was heavily dominant, and so was Walker, but Z could see how you looked at Walker in the gym. Z doesn’t get jealous; she solves problems. She went over to Walker to talk to her about you clearly gawking at her all the time.

As good teammates do, they solved the problem together.

Z dog approached Walker in the gym one night as you were sleeping, and as usual, Z dog struggled to sleep. Walker happened to be in there, and it truly was a golden opportunity.

“Hey, Walker.”

“What’s up?”

“I've got a question to ask, more like a favour really.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing. I’ve just noticed my girl looking at you. And I was wondering if you’d be down to fuck her with me?”

“That’s like having my cake and eating it too. You know I’m down.”

“Sweet. Tomorrow night, our room.”

“I’ll be there.”

Zdog winked and went to lift some weights.

The following night, Zdog told you she had a surprise. It made you excited, usually, when Zdog had a surprise, it meant something sexual. You and her have tried a lot; there were very few things left on the board that haven't been tried at least once.

You were in your room, sitting on her lap as you made out. Zdog had the straps for your RDA tank top pushed down your shoulders as you slowly ground into her.

Then a knock sounded at the door, you moved away from her with a gasp, thinking you’d been caught. Zdog smiled at you, “that’s your surprise, baby. Come in!” Zdog shouted to the person on the other side of the door.

Walker walked in with a smirk, “I see you started without me.”

“Couldn’t hold back,” Zdog smiled at Walker.

Two doms right in front of you was making you lightheaded, you could feel the drop into subspace as you felt their domineering energy.

“This is how things are gonna work for tonight. You are our fuck toy, and we will do whatever we want with you. If things become too much, we’ll use the colour system,” Zdog explained.

You stood up and stripped your clothes just like Zdog liked; they both sneered as you did. Walker walked up to you and slapped you across the face, it kind of stunned you, but you liked it. Walker moved in and kissed you; your arms wrapped around her neck as you kissed back. Zdog moved behind you and started kissing up your neck.

Your body shivered at the extra contact; you knew this was going to go well.

“I’m gonna eat you out, baby. Sit on my face.” Zdog said as she lay down.

You moved to sit on her face as Walker followed you. Walker waited for you to put your weight onto Zdog before pushing you forward slightly. Zdog started eating you out as Walker went behind and started rimming you.

You gripped the sheets under you as you cried out, you’ve never had this much pleasure coursing through you.

Their tongues were moving quickly and roughly; it was slightly too much, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Zdog’s hands squeezed your thighs while Walker squeezed your hips; they were going to town on your body.

Walker stopped, moved away from you and lifted you off of Zdog. Walker held you as she told Zdog to take her clothes off. Zdog followed Walker’s orders and got as naked as you. Walker lifted one of Zdog’s legs to get her to bend it, Walker then placed you down on Zdog’s thigh and slapped your ass.

Walker pushed you into Zdog, forcing your pussies to rub together. You moved slowly but deep, you and Zdog started kissing. You felt Walker’s bare hips meet yours as she pushed you further into Zdog. Walker grabbed your hips and forced you to a certain pace as you moaned into Zdog’s mouth. Walker kissed down your back as she helped you move back and forth on Z.

“You good, baby?” Walker asked

“Yeah, so good.”

“Good baby, I was hoping you’d enjoy this,” Zdog said as she held you closer to her body.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure. Your body slumped over onto Zdog’s chest as you cried out in whimpers. Soon enough, you were cumming while Walker still roughly guided you over Zdog. Overstimulation hit quickly, and you whined as Walker kept moving you. Shortly after Zdog was cumming, but that didn’t stop Walker from continuing her rough movements. Your cum was seeping, moved around with Zdog’s as Walker made your hips move into Zdog’s. It spread to your thighs and the sheets as you clawed at the mattress beneath you.

You were sandwiched between the two girls before being moved to lie on the bed properly. You were tired, you could feel it in your bones. Your body was ready to give up on you; it felt like your bones hurt.

You lay down on Walker’s chest as Zdog threw her arm and leg over you. You fell asleep quickly and were out like a light.

“You think she enjoyed that?” Zdog asked.

“Absolutely. We did our job well, she’s asleep already,” Walker said with a smirk.

“You wanna continue this?”

“Obviously. Your girl is adorable and eager to please.”

“More like our girl. If you want in full full-time, I’m down. I swear I’ve never seen anything hotter than you forcing her to grind on me.”

“If you two are involved, I’m so there.”

[dyingofcookies]

I MISS HERR

Falling in Love with a Na’vi

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

#SYNOPSIS: headcanon on z-dog falling for a na’vi

#WARNING(S)— implied imprisonment, imprisonment, implications of seducing, violence, kidnapping, mistreatment, implications of torture, implications of Stockholm syndrome

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Z-Dog

Meeting Z-Dog would probably be under unfortunate circumstances. Either meeting her in the forest with the sullies or even being plucked away from the Metkayina as a way to gain leverage over the oceanic clan. Used as a bargaining chip with a gun pointed at your head, your clanmates would cry out in horror as you’re dragged off with the sky people.

Cue the questioning and perhaps even torture, asking in what clan is Toruk Makto residing in. In the end you’ll be confused and exhausted, dropped in a cellar uncaring of your well being. Z-dog would be curious on the differences between her body and yours. Watching you in the sidelines, eyes roaming your body uncaring if you caught her in the act. She’ll probably flash a cocky smirk, gum popping.

At one point her curiosity would win the best of her and before she knows it her hands are on you. Roaming over every curve and detail, memorizing each unique trait you had. Fingers brushing against your inner thigh, groping your flesh. She’ll tug on your tail enjoying the hiss you would send her way. You’ll try and swat her hands away, snapping your teeth in anger. She’ll laugh at your anger and frustration, tugging on your braid.

Her teammates would notice her fascination with you, teasing and prodding of her obvious interest in you. At one point, the squad will consciously try and get the two of you alone, stating how maybe having a hostile on their side would benefit them. Even going as far as suggesting to having a personal intimate bond with a native.

By all means z-dog is on board with the implications. She’ll start off slow not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. Offering a piece of gum as a peace treaty and enjoying the curious look on your face. Opening your mouth wide, thumb pressing down on your tongue. She’ll place the treat inside your mouth, eyeing the way you chew curiously. She’ll probably try and teach you how to pop gum and laugh when you fail miserably.

She’ll also try and learn how to speak na’vi to communicate better with you and even teach you English. When she hears you speak of home, begging to be set free she’ll offer small trinkets such as seashells or flowers in order to soothe you. Unknowingly, she would start the courting process as she offers more things, going as far as hunting small animals so you won’t have to eat human food. Showing that she can be a reliable mate to depend on. All in all she would be really sweet other than maybe pushing herself into your comfort zone.

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CHAPTER ONE | WAKE IN BLUE

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#SYNOPSIS. Death was never the end for him

#WARNING(S).

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Darkness first.

Then pressure.

Then—

A low hum buzzed in the back of his skull. His eyelids flickered open, heavy like they’d been glued shut. Blurry shapes hovered above him, white suits and glossy masks with fogged-up visors. His ears rang, the sound like muffled shouting underwater. His throat felt dry. Foreign.

“—ere he comes “

The voice was male, filtered through a rebreather mask. Too far away to pin down. A bright light flashed across his face, making his pupils contract. He flinched, groaned.

“Pupil reflex is good,” someone muttered.

“Stay still,” said a woman, more gently, the corners of her eyes crinkling behind the clear faceplate, “You’re okay, just breathe. You're safe “

He stirred, his muscles sluggish, heavy—wrong. Something itched under his skin. Too tight. Too loose. Too different. His hearing sharpened just enough to catch the sounds of monitors and breathing tubes. A heartbeat that wasn’t just his own thumped in the room.

“Get that out of his face “

The voice was deeper. Unmasked. Closer.

The flashlight vanished. The humans stepped back as a tall shadow crossed into view—too large. Too tall. Blue.

A Na’vi.

He tensed

“Colonel?” the Na’vi asked, looming over him, “ Can you hear me?”

A hand, pressed against his chest. The touch was meant to be grounding. It wasn’t. It felt wrong—like being touched by the enemy.

Enemy

His fists moved before his thoughts caught up. He roared—a sound raw and animalistic—and slammed his knuckles into the Na’vi’s face, sending the soldier staggering back. Alarms flared behind his eyes. He surged upward, every instinct telling him he was under attack.

He stood too fast, too unsteady. His balance tilted, feet unfamiliar. Snarling, teeth bared, he lunged at the next shadow. He yanked the dangling overhead light and hurled it at the nearest shape. A tray of instruments scattered across the floor. A monitor crashed. Someone shouted.

Another blue figure tried to subdue him. He met them with a punch straight to the jaw, then reeled to the side, panting, nostrils flaring.

Four of them now. Tall, lean, fast—like predators circling a wounded animal. He hissed, curling into a defensive stance, baring his teeth.

“Colonel!”

“Stand down!”

“Sir, it’s us!”

The voices were warped, familiar yet not. But he wasn’t listening. All he saw were enemies.

Two grabbed his arms. A third wrapped a muscular forearm around his neck from behind, locking him in place. He thrashed, snarled, bit at the air, claws flexing, fangs flashing. It took all of them to hold him.

Then—

“Colonel, it’s me!”

A voice—warm, amused, laced with pain.

He blinked.

The Na’vi in front of him had a split lip, blood dribbling down his nose, but he was smiling. Recognition filtered through the haze.

“It’s Corporal Wainfleet! “

His breath caught. His ears twitched.

“Lyle?” he rasped.

Lyle nodded, “Yes sir — and Z-Dog” he tilted his chin toward the female Recom holding his right side, “ and Spike—“ The one restraining him with a bicep hooked tight around his neck offered a hesitant smile. He blinked—was it surprise or pure disbelief?

Blue.

His soldiers were blue now.

The fight drained from his limbs, slowly. “Alright, let me go” he said, voice hoarse. “I’m all right.” They hesitated, then loosened their grip.

Then he looked down.

His hands—blue, not the warm tan color he remembered. Human shape on alien skin. Muscled arms, unfamiliar in strength. He turned them over slowly, blinking.

Thick fingers. Wide palms. Faint veins beneath skin the color of cobalt. Bioluminescent freckles scattered across his knuckles like embers from a dying fire. He turned them over in the light. Flexed them.

They were strong, big, military. But not his.

Not human.

He stood there in stunned silence, baffled by how blue he was. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what he remembered.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, eyes fixed ahead. Past Lyle. Past the others. Toward the tall glass wall. Without a word, he brushed Lyle aside and made his way forward, footsteps unsteady but certain.

He stopped inches from the panel, lifting a hand to touch the cold surface. His palm flattened against the glass.

Mouth parting, he dragged his tongue along his teeth, pausing when it met a sharp canine. He touched it. Sharp. Predatory. Not human.

A Na’vi stared back at him. Golden eyes. High cheekbones. Fangs glinting in the reflection. Familiar—but not. It was him, and yet it wasn’t.

His ears gave an involuntary twitch. His tail flicked behind him, reacting on its own.

He stared for a long beat.

“Well,” he muttered, voice low and dry, “ain’t this a bitch”

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[VIDEO LOG BEGINS]

He was floating. Weightless.

Hands grasped a metal bar overhead, his grip the only thing anchoring him in the softly humming chamber. Everything around him moved in slow, fluid arcs—equipment, personnel, stray cords—and he could hear his own breath inside the recom unit's chamber, too loud, too human.

Then the screen flickered to life.

The face that appeared was older. Scarred. Human. A man wearing an RDA military shirt, sweat glistening on his brow as organized chaos bustled behind him. People were running back and forth in the corridor beyond—urgent, driven.

The man on the screen smiled. It was familiar, cruel.

“In case you haven’t figured it out yet,” he began, voice a dry drawl with gravel behind it, “Your’re Colonel Miles Quaritch. Only younger, taller, bluer… and not nearly as good looking”

He smirked, as if he knew exactly how jarring it would be. And it was. Seeing your own face, older, human,— or who he used to be. Smirking at him like the punchline of a joke he hadn't heard yet.

The video continued.

“In two hours I fly a mission against a Na’vi stronghold,” he said, glancing off-camera as someone rushed past.

“The powers that be thought it prudent I record this backup, just in case. And if you’re watching it—well…” He gave a small shrug, “ It means I got my ticket punched “

Beside him in the present, Lyle Wainfleet floated into view, grasping a bar to stabilize himself as he watched. The silence between them was heavy.

Back in the recording, Quaritch’s expression twisted as he called out, “Hey, Parker… just what the hell am I supposed to say now?”

A man stepped briskly into view—Parker Selfridge, looking flustered and irritable, holding a small capsule in his hand.

“Just remind him how it works,” Selfridge said, adjusting the video screen to get a clearer view of the object, “This here? This holds all your memories. Personality, instincts. We send it back to Earth—where, as we speak, you’re growing in a nice warm lab. Once ready, we imprint it on your new recombinant body.”

Quaritch cut him off, “ Am I doing this or are you?”

Selfridge slapped him on the back and walked out of frame, “ Just hurry it up.”

Quaritch faced the camera again, more serious this time.

“The idea was to get the best of us—hell, the worst of us, the meanest sons of bitches this planet ever saw—into recombinant bodies. Like Corporal Wainfleet over there”

The feed cut to a human Wainfleet stepping out of a pod, cocky as ever. He struck a flexed pose. In real-time, the recom Wainfleet watching the video let out a low, “Hoo-rah”

Quaritch's voice picked up again

“And your humble narrator. That’s you, kid. You're a recom now—loaded with my memories and my charm. What you won’t remember is my death… because it hasn’t happened yet. And I’ll be damned if it will.”

There was laughter in the background. Z-Dog, probably. Even across time, his presence carried through.

“But if it has… and you’re watching this… then you’ll want the same thing I do. Payback.”

The image leaned in slightly. The camera zoomed just enough to make his eyes the center of focus. Cold. Focused.

“Jake Sully will be at the top of that list. He might of punched my ticket. But that ain’t all he did. If you’re really any clone of mine, you'll understand. There’s a separate mission waiting for you. One you’ll handle alone.”

He paused, as if letting the weight of it settle.

“You’re going to retrieve our favorite scientist.”

He didn’t say your name. He didn’t need to. The silence afterward was heavy with implication.

“The poor thing must’ve been led astray by those traitorous blue monkeys. Details’ll be in a secured folder. For your eyes only”

Quaritch straightened, brushing a hand along his chest before speaking one last time.

“Remember, kid—a Marine can’t be defeated. You can kill us, but we’ll just regroup in hell”

A pause. One last smirk.

“Semper fi “

[ VIDEO LOG ENDS ]

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The screen cut to black. The chamber returned to silence, only the hum of the recom pod and the quiet breathing of the soldiers around him.

Colonel Quaritch released the bar and let himself float freely, watching his reflection in the darkened screen—blue-skinned, younger, alien.

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Speaking of Oc x character (no shame to people who write it, obviously I write Oc x character myself), why do so many people tag some Oc x character Fics as x reader on AO3?, it's so annoying, especially when people are looking for x READER Fics.

for attraction even though its annoying