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“I could never be your woman”

CHO HYUNJU X FEMALE NURSE READER

Im so excited to share this fan fiction with u guys!! English it’s not my first language and I’m using the translator to write this. Hope y’all like it 🩷.

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Another busy day at the hospital. You had recently been transferred and had graduated with honors from your university.

You were assigned to a patient who would undergo a risky surgery. Unfortunately, like most patients in that hospital, they didn’t have an emergency contact or anyone to care for them post-surgery.

You had previously cared for elderly adults and even orphaned infants in similar situations. It was sad, but you knew that helping added a grain of sand to these people’s lives. That was the essence of your job.

“I know, but it was an emergency. There’s not much I could do about it. They went into surgery this morning,” you said to your best friend at the hospital, your confidant and companion during countless sleepless nights from your intern days.

“They’re taking advantage of you again. They know you’d never say no to caring for a post-surgery patient,” said Bryan, and it couldn’t have been truer.

“Yes, but it’s extra pay that, unfortunately, I desperately need. It’ll only be a few weeks. As usual, I’ll be in charge of the patient—feeding, bathing, etc. etc.,” you said, taking the last sip from your sixth cup of coffee that day. It hadn’t been the best night to face your nerves.

Bryan just squinted at you, still skeptical of your response. “There’s no changing your mind, but if you need help, we’ll send someone else to look after the patient for you,” Bryan said, getting up from one of the cafeteria tables. “See you later.”

Usually, you received the patient’s file upon assignment. After all, the service you provided was through a private hospital that paid you more than you could earn in a public one. Internally, you were grateful for the opportunity to end up here. Even when things were exhausting, you found solace in your work. Today was different, though—you had been running around the hospital helping your supervisor check on some patients and assisting wherever needed. You had a last meal with Bryan before heading to meet your assigned patient since you’d soon be heading to their home.

“Consultation room 33, bed 9,” said your supervisor, handing you a folder with all the necessary information regarding their care, diet, surgery, etc. You walked as quickly as possible to your work area, leaving the folder in your locker bag (not without taking a picture of the information). The details could wait for a moment—your patient had woken up.

As soon as you entered the room, you saw a beautiful woman lying in the bed, hooked to an IV keeping her hydrated. Had you gone into the wrong room? You stepped out to double-check the numbers and the file. “Room 33, bed 9,” you repeated to yourself, confirming the information.

You walked back in calmly and sat on the visitor’s chair, taking a moment to read the file.

“Cho Hyun Ju. She had undergone emergency surgery due to a breast implant failure. Thirty-five years old. Frequently undergoing hormone treatments. No emergency contacts or family members to call,” you read aloud, surprised by the details. She was your patient.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

“Good morning. I’m your assigned nurse. Since you didn’t have anyone listed as an emergency contact, the hospital assigned someone to care for you post-surgery. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hyun Ju,” you said, trying to put on a face that conveyed calm and reassurance. After all, she wasn’t aware of what had happened during her emergency surgery.

“Hello, thank you,” she said in a raspy voice, barely audible to you. “Could you explain what happened?”

“Of course. Two days ago, you came to this clinic, and after seeing a doctor, we detected a failure in one of your breast implants.” You had to look away upon seeing the sadness and disappointment on her face. God knows this was going to be difficult.

“We had to remove it,” you finally said, now meeting her eyes.

“The good news is we made an effort to implant a new one with the help of our plastic surgeon,” you added. Her eyes lit up with a hint of hope upon hearing your words. Was the world finally smiling at her?

“This has increased your debt with the hospital, but don’t worry—we’ll address that once you’re feeling better.”

“Thank you,” your patient said, now more at ease after hearing your words.

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“Honestly, I wasn’t expecting this. No one told me, Bryan. I thought I had the wrong room,” you said to your friend, both on your break for the day.

“It would’ve been the same for me. Why didn’t anyone tell us?”

“I think she hasn’t managed to change her official documents yet. Her file still lists her as ‘male,’” you said while chewing your hot soup. “It’s a shame. When I told her what happened, she seemed genuinely worried. I can’t imagine how she felt.”

Bryan just watched you eat your soup as you both chatted about your previous days. Three days had passed since you began caring for your patient. It was nearly time to accompany her to her home and look after her there.

“I heard she was in the military,” Bryan blurted out. “It’s a rumor among the local nurses.”

“Hmh, I heard that too. She’s a very brave woman. Not everyone can be true to themselves in this world, you know?” you said, getting up from the dining area to toss your plate in the trash. “Sorry, Bryan. I need to go home and get my things ready for the transfer.”

“No worries. We’ll talk later.”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

It was depressing to see the days pass, and your patient never received visitors. She was alone, watching TV or sleeping, which was good for her recovery. Still, her only interactions were with you and the doctors.

“Good morning. How are you feeling today, Ms. Hyun?” you said as you entered her room with her breakfast tray. “The chefs mentioned you follow a rigorous training regimen, so we’ve prepared protein-rich meals to strengthen you.”

“Good morning, thank you. But please, don’t call me ‘Ms.’ You can just call me by my name,” said Hyun Ju, embarrassed as you adjusted her bed so she could eat.

“Of course, Hyun Ju,” you replied with a smile. It was time to help her eat.

“I... I don’t follow a rigorous regimen anymore,” she said shyly. That was a special treatment reserved for military personnel or high-ranking officers, and it gave her a headache to think about how many more years she’d have to wait for her papers to be updated.

“Don’t worry. This diet will still help you recover progressively,” you said, arranging the tray so she could eat. “If you need help, let me know,” you added, opening the curtains to let the daylight fill the room.

Hyun Ju had never really looked at you before. Her recent days had been full of mixed emotions—sadness, disappointment, worry. She couldn’t feel lonelier with each passing day, and you were the only one who brought even a hint of light to her life. Maybe she could hire you when the time came for her final transition surgery. She liked you a lot.

In the meantime, you had come up with a few things to keep her entertained. After all, your job was to care for patients and make them feel accompanied.

“Ms. Hyun—” you said, pulling two books out of your bag. She raised her eyebrows in response. “I brought some books to help you pass the time. I-it’s part of the hospital’s patient care plan,” you lied, as it was clear you were making an extra effort for her. But what harm could a little distraction do for her chaotic mind?

“Oh, I see,” Hyun Ju said as usual, keeping her responses short and direct. She seemed shy to even ask or mention anything to you.

“And what are they?” she asked, tying her hair into a ponytail.

Once she gave you an opening to start a conversation, you got excited. “Well... I don’t like self-help books, so I brought two of my favorites from home. Both are by my favorite author, Isabel Allende.”

“Oh, I know her! I haven’t had the chance to read her, but my ex-girlfriend liked her a lot,” Hyun Ju said, excited.

“That’s wonderful, Ms. Hyun. I have two different books. Please, pick one first,” you said with a smile.

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#cho hyunju #cho hyunju x reader

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somebodytoloveslog · 2 years ago

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Larissa Weems helping reader to deal with comphet <3

(she’s so queer I love her 😭)

"Hello, everyone! I'm thrilled to share this with you because I just ordered my first lesbian flag after a long journey dealing with compulsory heterosexuality (comphet). One thing that's been incredibly helpful for me is thinking about the wonderful headcanon that Mommy Rissa proudly identifies as a lesbian and buys LGBTQ+ items to avoid appearing straight (my favorite headcanon is that Larissa is a lesbian, yay!). So, here's my one-shot about Larissa coming out, dedicated to anyone dealing with comphet. <3 Love you all.

AND THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED IN THE LAST SURVEYYY I MADE BEFORE

For the past few months, you've been grappling with comphet, feeling pretty terrible about yourself. How can you accept that you're a LESBIAN while, at the same time, not fully embracing it? Pride month was set to begin at your workplace next week, and in the spirit of celebration and self-acceptance, your boss encouraged everyone to proudly represent their identities through their attire. But what in the world were you supposed to wear? You had lesbian merchandise you'd ordered from Amazon (which you hadn't opened yet due to your insecurity)…

The day to showcase your pride at work was tomorrow, and you had decided to do nothing out of the ordinary. Just another regular day in your usual life, right? No, not at all! You couldn't help but notice everyone putting in their best effort with their outfits, rings, mini flags, and even food ("Who are these people? They're usually so apathetic at work. I didn't expect the entire office to be so gay," you thought while making your way to your desk. To your surprise, you seemed to be the only one without anything special.

Well, except for your boss, maybe. She was your sole friend at the office since you were relatively new.

During lunchtime, you sat beside your boss, and oh, your boss – you'd fallen in love with her, but she was your friend, and more importantly, YOUR BOSS. She immediately sensed that you weren't in the best mood that day.

And then, she asked, "Honey, are you okay?" The tears welled up in your eyes quickly upon hearing her question.

"No, I'm not okay. I need to talk to someone about something that's been weighing me down," you confessed nervously, your hands becoming sweaty.

"Do you feel uncomfortable around LGBTQ+ people, y/n?" Her tone shifted suddenly, sounding both puzzled and slightly upset, but she remained kind.

"No, I'm not trying to say that. Well, yes, but what I'm trying to say is that I'm queer too. I know I'm a lesbian, but at the same time, I'm not. Do I sound stupid? Because I feel incredibly stupid right now," you stammered.

She chuckled before rolling up her sleeves to reveal the most beautiful lesbian bracelet. You tried to say something, but the words escaped you in that moment.

"Honey, you are a lesbian! It doesn't matter how much you doubt it. I know because I'm a lesbian too, and it took me a lifetime to realize it," she excitedly shared. "Let me tell you the whole story of my coming out and realizing that I'm a lesbian."

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Initially, when Larissa was in her 30s…

Larissa had always been a lesbian, but she struggled to accept it. She was perpetually insecure about her attraction to men. If she were honest with herself, she'd always enjoyed the attention she received from men. She liked the way men admired her, and she mistakenly conflated it with genuine attraction.

One day, while working on her laptop, she stumbled upon a webpage that immediately grabbed her attention: "Do You Really Like Men?" The title was slightly humorous to her because that was a question she'd been pondering for a long time. "Hmm? I'm pretty sure I like men. I mean, I've had plenty of boyfriends in the past, even though they weren't really my type…"

Her breath caught for a moment as she finished reading the page, and she was shocked. "Then, am I a lesbian?" She looked at herself in the mirror, fighting back tears because of the silly but painfully accurate webpage she'd found a few hours ago.

Over the next few weeks, she found a new job opportunity in another country, far away from her parents, family, and friends who hadn't yet realized that she was trying to embrace a more 'lesbian' look. Perhaps they thought she was just going through a mid-30s crisis or something. She'd even cut her hair short and started dressing in more masculine clothing, but it felt absurd – she didn't feel like herself.

By the time she turned 32, she had become the boss at "Nevermy's Office," which worked closely with a company that helped private schools enhance their teaching quality and more. Her hair had grown long again, and she had returned to wearing dresses and short skirts that she adored. But there was a significant issue: all the men in the office kept trying to date her nearly every month, while no women, not even in the entire office, attempted to approach her.

The next Pride month was approaching, and she was excited to finally do something to show everyone that she wasn't into men. She purchased a small lesbian sunset flag (although she hesitated because she didn't want to be too conspicuous)…

Over the next months and years, she promised herself that she would wear something – a pin, a bracelet, a ring – to subtly signal her LGBTQ+ identity. To her surprise, most people noticed right away, and the men in the office stopped pursuing her for dates.

As Larissa shared her journey, she gently took your hand, revealing a beautiful lesbian flag bracelet of her own. She smiled warmly and looked into your eyes.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa x reader #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems x y/n

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somebodytoloveslog · 2 years ago

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Secret Benefits (NSFW)

Part 2 (part 1 here)

Sugar mommy!Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: This took a while, but it's finally here. And good news, I've got most of part 3 written already! In this part, Larissa and reader enter the vicious circle of both thinking the other one don't want them like /that/. We might be in for some slow burn, people! Hope you’ll enjoy! <3

You startled awake, hair clinging to your sweaty forehead and an unpleasant, incessant throbbing between your legs. You had dreamt of her, again.

It had been four days since you’d met with Larissa, and you’d been having those wet dreams ever since.

It always started the same way, you’d go through the evening you’d shared at the restaurant, and everything was exactly the same except for what happened when she’d drop you off at your place. You’d invite her in and she’d agree to follow you. You’d barely have time to step into your flat when her lips would attach themselves to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh and making you lose all sense of time and space.

The rest of the dream would happen very quickly, Larissa would have you on any surface of your flat she’d see fit - which had included your sofa, the wall, the kitchen counter and your dining table. She’d hike up your dress and get rid of the lacy thong she’d bought you, shoving it inside her handbag.

“Don’t pout, sweetling,” she’d whisper in your ear, her slender fingers finding their way to your heat. “I promise to buy you more.”

You could only writhe and whimper as she teased you, her digits moving in excruciating slow circles on your clit until she’d decide you’d have had enough and would push two of her fingers knuckle deep inside you, making your breath hitch in a loud gasp.

Larissa’s eyes would never leave your face as she’d relentlessly pound into you. She delighted in the way the right corner of your mouth twitched with each thrust of her fingers, how your brows furrowed deeper and deeper each time she stroked that sweet spot inside you.

You would feel the coil tightening dangerously behind your navel, bringing you closer to your well-deserved release as you’d beg your lover to keep going. Please, Larissa, please, please, please.

And then you’d wake up. You’d find yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, your core aching from another ruined orgasm.

You groaned loudly as you peeled yourself from your bed and headed to the bathroom, taking a single glance at your dishevelled form in the mirror before shedding your pyjamas and stepping in the shower.

How easy it would be, to slip your hand between your legs and give yourself the release that you’d been denied for the last four days. But it wouldn’t be right. You didn’t want this, whatever this was between Larissa and yourself, to turn into something sexual. She would provide you with money and you would provide her with company, as you had both agreed on. Nothing more.

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table right as you walked back into your bedroom to get dressed. You didn’t need to check it to know who it was, Larissa had been sending you good morning texts for the last few days.

You finished getting ready for the day before picking up your phone to read her message.

Good morning, darling. I hope you slept well! Have a good day. Xx

You were almost tempted to tell her you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days but eventually refrained from doing so.

Good morning! Slept okay, hope you did too. Have a lovely day :)

You shoved your phone into your bag and hurried out of your flat, knowing you wouldn’t be getting another text from Larissa.

She’d text you once in the morning, then once or twice around noon when, you supposed, she was on her lunch break. After that, you wouldn’t be getting any news until at least 6 pm. At least, because once she hadn’t texted you before 8. You still didn’t know what her job was, but you couldn’t imagine being up at six in the morning only to finish your day so late at night.

As expected, you didn’t receive any more text until your own lunch break. You were out at a local cafe with your best friend, munching on your sandwich when your phone buzzed on the table.

Thinking of you, sweetling. Xx

A blush crept up your cheeks which you desperately tried hiding by taking a sip of water, but it wasn’t lost on your best friend.

“Is that your woman?” She smirked.

“Larissa is not my woman.”

“Oh right, sorry. Is that your sugar mommy, then?”

“Shut your mouth!” You groaned, swatting your friend’s arm.

You had told her about your evening with Larissa. Well, most of it. You didn’t mention the lacy thong or the fact that she’d picked your food.

“You still don’t want to do it?” She snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Do what?”

“Her.”

You rolled your eyes and put your sandwich down, wrapping it in its paper bag to finish it later.

“I’ve told you, I don’t want to feel like I’m selling my body for money.” You explained for what seemed to be the fifteenth time that week.

“Oh, come on! I would let a woman like her fuck me for free any time she wants.”

“Don’t be crass,” you said, shoving your sandwich into your bag. “Larissa is not like that, and neither am I. Now move, we need to get back to class.”

You typed in a quick answer to Larissa as you walked into your next class and sat down at your usual desk.

Thinking of you too. Wanna call tonight? I’d love to hear your voice and have a chat. No worries if not :)

Larissa was pouring herself a cup of coffee, her fourth that day, when she read your answer. You wanted to call her, to hear her voice. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she sipped on her coffee and texted you back.

I would love that. I’ll text you when I’m done working. Xx

And so she did. You had been home for a couple of hours when your phone started ringing, making you run from the kitchen to the sofa to make sure you’d get it in time.

“Larissa! Hi!”

“Hello, darling. I hope it’s not too late?” Her British accent filled your flat as you pressed on the speaker button.

“No, no it’s not. Did you have a good day?” Truth be told, she did sound a little tired but you would never dare to bring it up.

“It was alright, not the worst day I’ve ever had.” She chuckled lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s a good day now, though. It’s nice to hear you.”

“It’s nice to hear you too, I thought it’d be better and easier than just texting back and forth.”

“Mhm…” Larissa hummed and you heard the distinctive ‘pop’ of a bottle being opened.

“Wine?” You asked, earning another chuckle from the woman on the phone.

“Red. Just one glass to help me relax.”

She needed it. She really needed it after the stunt that Wednesday had pulled that day.

“I wish I could share one with you,” you said, hearing Larissa pouring the wine into a glass.

“Do you?” Her voice seemed to have dropped an octave, and you wondered if her nostrils had flared like they’d done back at the restaurant.

“Yes, yes I do. I’d let you pick the wine, of course. I’d watch you pour it and wait for you to bring the glass to my lips.”

Larissa let out a shuddering breath, suddenly feeling extremely hot in her shirt. Her fingers swiftly moved to take care of unbuttoning the constricting piece of clothing, leaving her in a white bralette.

“Larissa?” You called when she hadn’t answered for a while.

“Yes, I’m here, darling. Simply lost in my thoughts.” Larissa admitted before taking a sip of wine.

“Are you thinking of me again?” You asked, deciding to try your luck.

Wine dribbled from the corner of Larissa’s mouth, rolling down her chin to quickly drip onto her chest. It would leave a stain, Larissa thought as she watched the crimson liquid soaking the lacy fabric of her bralette.

“Would you like that? Me thinking of you?” She eventually answered after another long silence.

“Maybe, yes.”

There was another silent moment as Larissa took another couple sips of wine before placing her glass on the coffee table.

She sighed loudly, wanting nothing more than to hike up her skirt and let her fingers explore her sex. It was such a shame that you weren’t interested in being intimate with her, she would have loved to listen to your heavy breathing as you’d touch yourself on the other side of the phone.

“I want to take you shopping this weekend, if you’re free,” She eventually said.

“Shopping?”

“Lingerie shopping, specifically. I want to treat you to a couple of sets. Would you be interested in that, sweetling?”

“Yes! Yes, I would love that. I’ve never really been lingerie shopping before.” But you wouldn’t pass on such an opportunity.

“Good. How about you call your work tomorrow, and let them know you won’t be able to be there on Saturday? I’ll take care of you.”

You knew what she meant by that, she’d hand you another one of those envelopes filled with a couple hundred dollars.

“I’ll call tomorrow.”

“Good.” Larissa sighed again.

She had emptied her glass, her right hand was groping at her body while the other one kept the phone pressed to her ear. She’d have to hang up soon, before she’d start fucking herself.

“Larissa?” You called again.

“Mhm? Yes, darling?”

“I should go, still need to take a shower and get everything ready for tomorrow… It was so nice to hear you, I hope we can do this again soon.”

“Any time you want, you only need to text me.”

“I will.” You promised. “Well, have a good night, Larissa.”

“Have a good night, darling.” She answered, biting her tongue as she thought of adding think of me.

You listened to her breathing for another second before hanging up and dropping yourself on your sofa.

God, that woman was hot. Her voice through the phone had made you soaking wet and it had taken everything within you to keep your hand out of your pants.

Back in her quarters, Larissa didn’t have as much self-control as you did. Her skirt had been hiked as soon as you had hung up, her legs parting to let her move her panties to the side.

“Oh, darling…” She breathed out as she eventually let her fingertips brush on her clit.

You had bewitched her, it seemed. If she didn’t know any better, Larissa would have wondered if you maybe were a siren.

The tall woman was halfway through fucking herself, the coil in her lower stomach tightening with each thrust of her fingers, when she suddenly realised how wrong this was.

She immediately pulled her fingers out of herself, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. You had made it clear that you didn’t want to have sex with her, and it wasn’t right for her to be touching herself thinking of you.

Larissa made her way over to the bathroom to thoroughly wash her hands, eventually opting for a full cold shower to clear her mind from any more sinful thoughts.

As you both got into bed that night, only a few miles away from each other, you both shared the same thought.

How on earth am I going to survive a lingerie shopping session with her?

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